Frivolous Fantasy
The FrivolousFantasy app was a simple idea. Download and create an account then choose to be either a host or a provider.
Hosts paid good money for an anonymous provider to meet with them to deliver whatever sordid fantasy their mind could create. The address, date and time of meeting, along with any special requirements, appeared on the provider's account allowing them to select one that appealed to them. Then all they needed to do was arrive, as per the request, to fulfil the host's lustful desires.
And the hefty price tag made sure to attract only the most affluent and sordid customers...
Daughter
Ashley hitched her backpack onto her shoulder and made her way up the path. As she reached the door, she raised her fist to knock, but the deep voice over her shoulder made her jump.
She turned to see an older male smiling at her as he reached his key out towards the lock. 'I'm so proud of you, Lily. I can't believe my little Lily-Pie won first place. Next stop, the Olympics.' He pushed the door open and gently guided her in. 'Shoes off and under the stairs.' He clicked the hall light on. 'Just because you're a champion now doesn't mean you get to disobey the rules.'
'I'm eighteen now, Daddy!' She slipped her shoes off and slid them into the cupboard under the stairs.
'Let me look at you.' He placed his hand under her chin and tilted her head back.
He was much taller than she was, and naturally much older. That was strictly expressed in his request on the app.
Ashley was short, her frame delicate and she had been blessed with a youthful appearance. She knew that all three of those things would come in perfectly for his request, and the twinkle in his eye showed that he was more than satisfied with her.
She was in her late twenties and had spent her whole life being told how she looked much younger than she actually was - she would easily get away with being nineteen without any makeup. She had hated it mostly, especially when her friends got to buy their own alcohol and get into clubs without any ID. That was until she discovered that it could earn her some big money on the FrivolousFantasy app. And there were more than enough minds out there that craved living out their deepest, darkest college girl fantasies: naughty student in detention, private tuition after school, daughter's best friend round for a sleepover. And, for the rather large payout, Ashley was more than happy to oblige.
His eyes were dark and confident. Knowledgeable. His hair was beginning to silver at the sides and his flesh showed signs of wrinkling, but he was extremely handsome.
She had to admit that she had a thing for older men: knowing what they wanted and not being afraid to take it; the sense of authority and dominance that a father-figure portrayed; but most of all, it was the idea of tasting something considered taboo.
'Go to your room and put your pyjamas on,' he said. 'Then you can make a start with that homework. I'll be up in a moment with some supper.'
She smiled and reached up on her tiptoes to kiss him on his cheek, then she began to make her way upstairs. As she reached halfway, he called for her to stop. 'Pull your socks up. You know I hate an untidy uniform.'
She lifted her foot and placed it on a higher step, then she bent forward and ran her finger around the edge of her white knee-high sock before hitching it up. She wore a short, pleated skirt as requested and knew that, as she bent forward, he would have the perfect view of her white cotton panties.
She brought her foot back down then repeated the move with her other. She bent further this time, pushing her hips back as far as she could. Then, starting at her ankle, she slowly ruffled her sock, lining up every row of stitches precisely, right the way up from her ankle to allow him to savour the classic schoolgirl fantasy before continuing up the stairs.
As she reached the turn at the top, she glanced over her shoulder to catch him staring up at her, his eyes tearing into her body.
There were several doors on the landing, but the far one was open wide revealing what would easily pass as a teenage girl's bedroom. It always surprised Ashley the lengths that some hosts would go to create the precise details for their perfect fantasy.
She pushed the door behind her, almost to a close, before slipping off her backpack and dropping it by the desk. She moved to the centre of the room and tightened her pigtails in the full-length mirror on the far wall. As she flicked her hair straight, she saw him standing in the darkened landing, peering through the gap she had left in the door. She knew exactly what he wanted.
She took a step back, positioning herself to allow him a perfect view of her rear and the reflection of her front in the mirror. She bent forward, her skirt riding up to reveal the crease of flesh at the top of her legs, then she slowly rolled her sock down. She took it off and threw it into the corner of the room before repeating the move with her other. This time, she slid her hand up the back of her thigh and lifted her skirt then hooked her finger into her panties and slid it along its length, pretending to straighten the elastic. She flashed him a glance in the mirror, sure that she could see a lustful grin on his shadowy face.
She stood and slowly unbuttoned her shirt before throwing it into the corner, then she ran her thumbs under her bra straps as she twisted and turned her body, admiring her breasts. She squeezed them together with her arms making sure to give him a clear view of her small but bulging cleavage, then she reached behind to unclip her bra, slipped it off her shoulders and added it to the pile beginning to form, then she stood admiring her bare breasts. They were pert with large, puffy nipples. She squeezed them together once more before licking her finger and running it over one of her nipples. She gave it a playful pinch and smiled as it stiffened.
She unzipped her skirt and slid it all the way down, bending to reveal the curves of her hips wrapped in her white cotton panties. It always fascinated her why they were such an iconic turn on. She stepped out and threw them with the other clothes before pushing her hips from side to side as she ran her thumbs along the band of her panties. She pulled them up to emphasise the valley created by her labia which she admired before gently brushing her finger along its length.
After a few moments more of her elaborate performance, she hooked her thumbs in and slid them over her hips before slowly dragging them down her legs. She bent forward as she did, this time allowing him a full view of what lay in wait for him between her legs. She glanced once more, smiling as his hand now stroked along the bulge in his trousers. She stood and held her panties up before dropping them on top of the pile.
She turned and crawled along the double bed grabbing the satin pyjamas which were neatly folded on the pillow, and slipping them on. She moved to the desk and clicked the side lamp on before making her way towards the door. She didn't react to the movement in the hallway as he backed away into the darkness. She just flicked off the main light then sat at her desk.
An open book lay waiting for her with some algebraic questions on. She hated homework when she was at school and never imagined she would ever have to face it again. She stared at the blur of numbers and symbols hoping for any kind of inspiration to give her just a glimmer of what to do, but her mind remained blank, so she began to combine random letters and numbers to replicate something she thought might resemble an answer.
After several minutes, he entered the room and placed a glass of milk on the desk followed by a plate with a cookie on. 'You must be hungry and thirsty after your competition.' He brushed his fingers through her pigtails.
'A little,' she replied taking a bite of the cookie.
'I knew you'd make your daddy proud one day. All that money I've paid for your lessons. Your outfits...the physio...driving you to practice and competitions. I hope you're grateful for everything I've done for you.'
She turned and beamed at him. 'Thank you, Daddy. I am' She jumped up and threw her arms over his shoulders before kissing him three times on his cheek.
'How's the homework going?'
'You know I'm no good at algebra.'
'Show me.'
She sat down and pushed the book towards him.
'Three a plus six b? Is that really what you think the answer is?'
She threw her head in her hands.
'What's the point in me paying for you to go the best school for miles around for three a plus six b?'
'I'm sorry. I just can't get my head round it.'
'I've told you, you need a plan b. You're eighteen now and you can't just rely on your gymnastics. What happens if you get an injury that puts you out of action permanently? What then?'
'I'm trying. I just can't--'
'You spend too much time making those stupid videos when you should be studying.'
'No, Daddy. I just don't understand it.'
'It's very simple. Seven a take five a equals two a.'
'But why does the a not go. Surely a take a equals nothing.'
'But it's times a. Seven times a.'
She blew out long and hard then picked up the glass of milk and took a drink.
