No Angels: Dawn's Dark Desires
All Rights Reserved by the author © 2013 Paul Garland
I'd been married for ten years - happily married, I might add - so when all this happened, it was completely out of the blue. A real eye-opener in more ways than one.
Becky was a wonderful wife. Raven-haired, sexy and long-legged, she was still as sexy now as when we first met, twelve years ago. We had two kids of our own, a boy and girl aged eight and four. And then there was Dawn.
She was Becky's daughter from her previous relationship. I say relationship, it was more of a brief fling - the dad hadn't stuck around or been in touch since Dawn was tiny. She was eighteen now but I'd helped raise her since she was a little girl and always tried to treat her as if she was my own, even if there wasn't quite the same bond that existed between me and my two children.
Dawn was the opposite to Becky in looks. She was shorter, bustier and curvier with long, blonde curls and got plenty of attention from boys all the way through school and college. Luckily she had always been choosy with boyfriends and had only ever had two to speak of, the latest being a lovely young lad called Ryan who she met at her evening job at the local pub, and who she had been seeing now for a few months. They seemed very sweet on each other and looked nice together.
We'd had 'the talk' with her several years ago, and Dawn had told us rather shyly that if and when she was ready to sleep with someone, she would be careful and we believed her. Although she was very pretty and had the sort of figure to turn heads, she never really seemed to believe it herself and would dress conservatively on the whole, so as not to attract attention. Becky told me that Dawn once told her that men staring at her made her feel uncomfortable. Not a bad thing in my opinion, I told my wife and she agreed.
So you might be able to imagine how shocked I was when I discovered that there was a darker side to her. I was tidying up one night after the two younger kids had run riot before bedtime, playing in and messing up Dawn's room while their big sister was out with Ryan at the cinema. I collected up their toys and had a bit of a general tidy around, picking up a few of her dirty clothes as I went along and then I noticed that she had left her laptop open. I went to close the lid and as I touched it, the screen lit up. She had left it switched on. Becky and I respected Dawn's privacy, she was an adult now - in fact, it was a rare thing that we even went in her bedroom and I was only in there tidying up after the two little ones because I knew Dawn would go crazy if she knew they'd been in there. Under other circumstances, I would have just powered it down for her and closed the lid but what the screen presented to me literally made me gasp in shock.
Facebook was open and logged in to her messages and the conversation chain that was staring at me made my legs go weak. I had to sit on the bed, wondering if I should scroll down and read more. Messaging her was someone called Martin and by his profile photograph he looked much older than her.
The messages read:
Dawn - I can't wait for tonight. Where am I meeting you?
Martin - Me neither. Outside the Crown pub like last time.
Dawn - Where you going to take me this time?
Martin - I thought we could go down the ponds car park again?
That was the bit that caught my eye, simply because the car park down by the local fishing ponds was a notorious 'lovers lane' type spot, secluded and quiet and frequented by couples in cars as long as I could remember.
The rest of the messages were a lot worse though.
Dawn - Okay. Is anyone coming or is it just us?
Martin - Just me but I've texted a few people.
Dawn - I really loved it last time. Fucking you with all those people watching. I came so hard I swear I thought my mum and dad probably heard me from home!
Martin - You filthy bitch, lol. I liked it when you wound the window down and that guy was feeling your tits while I fucked you. Hopefully there will be a few people to watch tonight.
Dawn - I hope so too. I'm so excited. Have you sorted another threesome out yet for us?
Martin - Not yet, babe but I will. I've got to go, but I'll see you at 7?
Dawn - Yes, see you in a bit. Xxx
I read it through again, as if to make sure I wasn't going crazy and having some sort of hallucination but there it all was in black and white. I was tempted to scroll backwards through their older messages, but I daren't for fear of what else I might find. Instead, I closed the lid without switching it off and went downstairs to think.
Dawn had always been such a good girl. A golden-haired angel. This just wasn't possible.
Who was this Martin? Was he a danger to her? Had he somehow corrupted her? And what about poor Ryan who she was supposed to be going out with?
I checked my watch. It was just past 8.00pm and that made my stomach clench a little at the thought of what he might be doing with her right now. Would they have gone straight there or would he take her for a drink first? Surely they would wait for the night to fall before doing anything, and at this time of year it was around now that the skies started darkening.
I made a decision. Becky was busy ironing, so telling her I was just going for a quick beer with my friend from work and wouldn't be any longer than an hour, I grabbed my coat and jumped in the car. I almost told Becky where I was going, but decided against it because if this wasn't quite what it looked like then it could cause a huge argument. Of course, it could have just been naughty talk - perhaps a fantasy or something - but it didn't look like it to me. No, I needed to verify what was going on with Dawn before I discussed it with her mother.
I drove past the pub but decided not to go in. It wasn't my usual local, and turning up there unannounced and on my own would look a bit weird. There wasn't any sign of Dawn around, so I continued until I was driving down the small unlit lane that led down to the fishing ponds.
I pulled over, cutting the headlights and the motor a short distance from the car park itself, and decided to walk the rest of the way. Pulling my collars up and fishing a cap from the back seat, I walked the long way around the ponds so that I'd be approaching the car park from the cover of the trees.
It was fully dark when the car park came into sight but there was enough light to see three cars, and gathered around was a small group of people looking into one of the cars. I had to know if it was Dawn and this Martin, so I pulled the cap down over my face slightly and tried to act casual as I walked across the car park. I had no idea what to say if any of the six men already stood there questioned me, but none of them even gave me a second glance as I joined them. Four of them in fact had their cocks out, stroking off while watching whatever was going on.
I looked over the nearest shoulder to see a familiar blonde head bobbing up and down in a guy's lap in the back seat. I wasn't sure that it was definitely Dawn until they suddenly changed position, moving so that the girl was kneeling up, her naked backside turned up towards the window. The man inside wound down the glass so that the man standing next to me could feel her up as she resumed the blowjob.
As they moved, she looked out at us and I got a clear view of her face. It was Dawn. Her top was pulled down to bare her large breasts. Her skirt was hitched up with no underwear to be seen. Her hair was a mess and her lipstick was smeared, a million miles from her usual perfect prim-and-proper look, but it was definitely Dawn.
Judging by the way she was sucking Martin's cock again, eagerly and expertly, I realised that Dawn really was no angel. Even if I hadn't read what I had, I would have been able to tell this obviously wasn't the first time she'd done this. She looked like she really knew how to give a good blow job. Then I watched as the man standing next to me reached in through the window and slid two fingers into her shaved pussy while she continued to suck Martin's cock and that jolted me out of my shocked state.
I didn't even think, I just reacted. The men around me easily outnumbered me, but I couldn't just stand by and let this happen. I pulled up the lock and yanked the door open.
"Dawn, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" I yelled.
"Dad?"
Quite a few of the watching men disappeared rapidly, leaving just two who stood by smirking, although they at least had the decency to put their cocks away.
"Yes, it's me," I said, glaring at them until they both got the message and began to walk off.
