Daddy's Girl

Illicit Obsession

Clearly, things could go badly. He might hate my guts and refuse to talk. But in my heart of hearts, I know I’m hoping for the best. I’m hoping that Brad finds me so alluring that none of my charades will matter to him and he’ll want to be with me. And who knows? Perhaps our conversation will lead to a future for us.Something real.

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Brad Pov:::

Today has been a complete shitshow. After an extensive round of meetings with the board of Timo, I drive home and pull up outside the house. Exhausted, I loosen my tie and unbutton the top button of my shirt as I walk up the steps and onto the stoop. Then, I pause, craning my head to look around. What the fuck? Where’s the box? I clearly saw the Amazon guy deliver it earlier today via the security camera app on my phone, so I know it’s here somewhere. But what the fuck? Have neighborhood thieves taken it?

In a dark mood, I push open the front door, ready to tear the Amazon rep a new one. But then, as I step into the hallway, I see the box lying lengthwise up against the foot of the stairs, pushed out of the way. Chrissy must have dragged this thing inside, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Just as well. I hope she stays away until I figure out what to do with this thing because it’s my latest purchase – a special full-figured doll with extra-large breasts and a big butt ripe for spanking.

Of course, technically I don’t need the doll right now. I have Chrissy, even if we haven’t acknowledged the dirty game we’re playing. What the hell is she thinking? How long does she want to keep going? If she still wants to continue, I’m up for it. One glimpse of her pink curves on my bed sheets, her tight little pussy and ass offered up to me, is all it takes. I’ll take her deep and hard, just the way she seems to like it. Even if, after the moment of lust has passed, I’ll be filled with doubt again.

But who knows what the teenage girl is thinking? I guess this new doll is a back-up of sorts, in case Chrissy no longer wants to play. Because now, I know I need a special type of woman: a female with a soft, full body, and enormous, heavy tits. I need thick thighs, as well as wide hips and a jiggling ass. My throat goes dry at the thought of taking this purchase upstairs and releasing my lust on her curves. No consequences. No hassle. Just three holes, ready to be trashed any way I please.

But as I bend down to lift the box, I see the flap’s loose. What the fuck? Did Chrissy open it already? Or was it the delivery guy? But when I pull the flap away, who do I see but Chrissy’s beautiful upturned face looking back at me. Her sky blue eyes are wide with anticipation, while her full lips curl into a sassy, playful grin.

“What the fuck,” I growl, stepping back. Chrissy sits up in the box.

“Surprise!” she sings, blowing a kiss at me. I can only stare. My heart beats wildly in my chest as I try to make sense of the woman before me. Is she insane? I might have expected her to carry on the game by getting into my bed again and pretending to be a sex doll. Maybe even some flirtatious behavior if our paths crossed during our daily lives.

But dressing up like a sex doll and getting into a delivery box, for me to discover? She’s totally off the reservation at this point. Rage boils in my veins while my cock hardens inside my suit pants. Fuck. Why is she doing this to me? She must know how badly I want her. There’s no way she could have believed I didn’t know it was her instead of the doll, both times that it happened. So the fact that I fucked her anyway must be an obvious sign of how irresistible her offer was. Is she tormenting me?

Meanwhile, Chrissy seems to be playing this game for maximum effect. The sassy blonde gets up out of the box and my jaw drops onto the floor because fuck, she’s hot. The lace of the teddy leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, her enormous tits barely held in place by open cups, the little matching stickers over her nipples a joke. Her shaved pussy is only barely covered by the crotch, the material rising up high over her wide hips. Fuck, the material’s so thin that I can literally make out the groove of her pussy lips, and the outline of that bulging clit. Fuck fuck fuck! My cock throbs and grows uncomfortably in length down the leg of my boxers and out into the material of my trousers.

“What do you think, Brad?” Chrissy coos, her doe eyes blinking up at me. “Do you like what you see?” she asks, doing a tiny twirl that makes her breasts jiggle. My mouth goes dry, and I swallow hard. My shaft is like iron now, and it’s all her fault.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I growl through a clenched jaw. I know the electric blue of my eyes is flashing angrily, but I can’t help it. Chrissy’s making me feel like an out-of-control teenager, and I don’t like feeling out of control. “What did you do with the doll?” I rasp.