Daddy's Girl

Illicit Obsession

After all, I’m an adult woman with needs. But of course, the alpha male hardly notices my existence. I think he sees me as just some kid who’s living under his roof until she gets her shit together.

I sigh, scooping little spoonfuls of frozen deliciousness into my mouth. I’ve stopped paying attention to my book. It’s so quiet in the house that I can’t help but wonder what Brad’s up to tonight. I know he’s home because his black sedan was parked in the driveway when I got home from work. And yet in the few hours that have passed since then, there hasn’t been a single peep.

Where could he be? Of course, this place is enormous, so the answer is “anywhere.” He could be in his home office, the master bedroom, the gym, or his private library. I rarely see Brad downstairs, except for when he’s on his way back in from swimming laps in the pool outside.

The sight always makes me go weak in the knees because the alpha male is gorgeous. Water clings to his spectacularly sculpted body, running down that bronzed form in rivulets. He’s usually got a towel draped around his waist, but the thick terry doesn’t hide his sculpted thighs, nor the massive member beneath his shorts. God I’d love to get a look at that fire hose.

I’m sure it’s so big that I’d choke on it, or scream when it makes an entrance. But what am I thinking? These daydreams are just the fantasies of a young girl.

Still, even if Brad and I don’t cross paths that often, there are usually tell-tale signs of his presence. A cleared throat, a slammed door, sometimes even the sounds of his baritone voice floating down the hall if he happens to take a business call. But tonight, there’s nothing.

Unable to contain my curiosity, I put my ice cream down, and get up from the couch. As I tiptoe through the designer living room and make my way into the marble entry hall with its thick, crimson runner, I keep my ears open for any sounds coming from upstairs, but there are none. I climb the marble staircase on velvet feet, passing my own bedroom on the second floor, and continue up until, for the first time since I moved in, I’m standing on top floor landing.

Yes, the mansion has three stories. And yes, I’ve never been up here before because there was no reason for my presence. But now, I’m curious, so I’m going to do some illicit snooping.

As I creep closer to the door of Brad’s home office, I see it’s ajar. I should really turn around now and abandon this madness. These are Brad’s private quarters, and again, there’s always been an unspoken rule that I’m not allowed up here. But before I fully comprehend what I’m doing, my feet are carrying me towards the office, and I can see there’s a light on inside the room, along with a movement of shadows beneath the door. Brad is definitely in.

Then my heart skips a beat when I start to hear a low, rumbling sound. Rhythmic, even. I creep closer and the sound becomes clearer. It’s panting—male panting. No…. it’smoaning. And I recognize the voice because it’s Brad, grunting in his low, baritone voice.

Holy cow, is he having sex with someone? My ears strain but I can’t hear a woman’s voice, or anything except for the slap of flesh, for that matter. Maybe he’s masturbating? The thought makes my body run hot, and I can’t help but peer into the crack of the door.

The sight I’m met with literally takes my breath away. Brad is fully dressed, but his huge cock is sticking out of his open pants as he fucks his desk. No, not his desk. He’s fucking somethingonthe desk. I slide a little to my left and nudge the door open just an extra inch, and I see that the thing he’s fucking is some kind of sex toy shaped like a woman’s ass. Holy cow, I had no idea these things really existed!

Yet, it’s true because Brad’s enormous girth is almost splitting the toy in half as he rams his cock in and out of the ludicrously tiny pretend pussy, his huge, tight balls hitting the desk underneath. Both his spade-like hands tightly grip the toy’s silicone ass cheeks as he rides the plastic ass, his eyes closed as he throws his head back.

His moan is guttural, almost stifled. He bites his lip in ecstasy as he quickens his pace, and I realize the alpha male’s trying to be quiet. But why? This is his kingdom, so there’s no reason to hide.

My throat is dry, and my pussy so wet I can feel my labia slide together as I carefully maneuver even more to the left so I can get a better view. That’s when I see several other toys strewn about the office. Holy smokes, what the hell is going on? I had no idea my mom’s ex was such a horny pervert.

But indeed, there are a couple of full-sized sex dolls with pouting faces and huge tits lounging about, dressed in sexy lingerie that leaves their big breasts and nether regions exposed. Others are half bodies with just tits and asses, and there’s even one that’s just a long tube. Is this guy for real?

Yet it’s arousing too. The toys are a soft peachy-pink color, and the women are quite lifelike. Of course, their faces are contorted in weird expressions because the eyes are too big, and the mouths posed in eternally open “O’s.”

But still, they’re sexy with their big busts, tiny waists, and spread legs. Even crazier, all of the toys in this room have something in common: each of their holes is glistening with semen.Brad’s semen. How long has he been at this? How many dolls does it take to satisfy him?

To my shame, my pussy gush hotly, and I watch with avid eyes as Brad continues his rhythmic rocking.