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Krista was finally beginning to feel like her life was getting back on track. It had been almost 3 years since the divorce was finalized, and just over a year since she last heard from her ex-husband. The last she heard from him was an email he had sent her, apologizing for what had happened, and telling her he was now getting proper treatment and medication. She hadn’t answered him; she did hope he was telling the truth though, for both their sake. He wasn’t supposed to contact her at all, and she had no idea how he even got her email address, which wasn’t a good sign that he was trying to really turn things around.
They had been together since high school, then gotten married at 20, and things were wonderful for the first 5 years or so after that. Then Nathan developed bipolar disorder, although he wouldn’t be diagnosed for another couple of years. She could have learned to deal with the bipolar, but Nathan began to self-medicate, at first with alcohol, but later with all sorts of drugs. He was always resistant to talking to any professionals about his mental health, worried they would mess with his head, or give him some bullshit diagnosis just to push a bunch of pills on him.
The drinking and drugs made him even more unstable, and eventually violent. He would become paranoid and accuse her of crazy things, from cheating on him, to having the kids replaced by doubles in order to keep his real kids away from him. The first time he had hit her, she had taken the kids and run off to her parents’ house the next day. She refused to come back unless he agreed to talk to a therapist. It had taken a few days, but eventually she convinced him, after they had to call the cops when he tried to break into her parents’ home at night.
The therapy worked well; he got medicated and seemed to improve drastically. The drinking didn’t stop though, and after a couple of months he stopped taking his medication, believing he didn’t need it. He would become increasingly erratic and volatile, and it would usually end up in violence again before long. He always expressed genuine remorse in the days after, and usually started taking his medication again, for a month or two.
She knew that nothing was ever really going to change, a long time before she actually worked up the courage to leave. During the last year of them living together Nathan stopped taking his meds entirely. Instead, he used copious amounts of alcohol, cocaine, crack, meth, and whatever else he could get his hands on. She always found it ironic that he would refuse pills from medical professionals, but was more than happy to take whatever some junkie on the street handed him.
The violence became worse too; toward the end he would beat her almost daily, usually over things that had no basis in reality. She stayed at home most of the time, lost touch with her friends and most of her family. She got tired of making up excuses, especially when the truth was obvious to anyone. There’s only so many times a person can walk into a door, or trip down the stairs, or get hit by some random asshole on a bike or a skateboard.
The thing that finally pushed her over the edge was when he was once again accusing Kory, who was 7 at the time, of hiding his drugs. Krista was pretty sure Kory had never hidden his drugs, but he was accused of it at least once a week, when Nathan couldn’t find it, or just forgot he used it all. Nathan ran through the house, tearing everything apart, all the while screaming and yelling at Kory. Krista hadn’t even thought anything of it; it was just normal by then. Until Nathan had grabbed Kory and picked him up by the shirt, screaming about his drugs right into his face, and then threw him at the wall, and he fell to the floor just laying completely still. It may have been just wishful thinking, but Krista could swear she saw just a moment of regret on Nathan’s face. But it disappeared right away and he went on looking for his drugs.
Krista had run to check on Kory who seemed to be knocked out cold. She didn’t dare to actually say anything to Nathan, but in that moment she had made up her mind. The next time Nathan was asleep she grabbed both of the kids and took the car and drove off. Her only real option for a place to go was her parents’, who had been both overjoyed and horrified to see her and the kids in that state. Kory had continued to complain about the pain, so they’d brought him to a hospital and found he had 2 broken ribs.
Krista promised to never forgive herself for allowing it to get to that point. Everyone said not to blame herself; it was Nathan who was the problem, and she did everything she could. But she knew they were all wrong; she’d had a million chances to leave, she’d ignored all the warning signs, she wanted to believe Nathan could still be helped despite all the evidence against it.
Her parents rented a hotel room near the hospital they could stay in for a few days. Two days later Nathan was arrested once again, for breaking into her parents’ house. This time he had successfully made it in, but had tripped the alarm. He had still managed to make a hell of a mess before the police arrived. The next couple of years were spent moving again and again; she even changed her name, but Nathan was able to track them down somehow. Sometimes she might have 4 or 5 months of peace and begin to think things were looking up, and then he’d suddenly reappear. Rarely in person at least, usually phone calls or letters or emails, demanding to be allowed to see the kids, promising he had changed and she should take him back.
Every time she would contact the police who would tell her there wasn’t much they could do, despite the restraining orders, the most they could do was waste a few hours of his time, dragging him in for questioning. So she would uproot the family every time, find somewhere new to try and escape from his insanity. The final email she had received from him did sound a lot more coherent than what he used to send her, so she was hopeful that he was actually getting real treatment. There was a big part of her that still loved him and cared what happened to him, but she could never allow him to be a part of their lives again.
Now they lived in a nice little house in the suburbs; her parents were paying most of the bills. She had been unable to keep a job due to the constant moving, and she had been homeschooling the kids through most of it so they wouldn’t have to change schools constantly. She had no idea how to teach, but she thought she’d done okay. Kory was 11 now and Abbie was 8, so it had mostly been pretty simple stuff; they’d both learned to read and write and could do basic math. After that she figured they’d be able to catch up soon enough, once they got back to regular school again.
She had in fact finally enrolled them both in school again, just a couple of months ago; it had been a difficult transition for all of them, although the kids adjusted pretty quick. It was a lot harder for Krista, who spent most of her days worried about Nathan showing up at their school. She’d spoken to the principal and made it very clear that if their dad shows up they should call the police, and there is a restraining order in place, so he can’t legally be anywhere near them. The principal had been very understanding, but also annoyingly vague about what the school could actually legally do to prevent him from taking the kids.
If she had felt like there was any way they could afford it, she would have sent the kids to a private school instead and hired armed guards to follow them around everywhere. It did make her happy to see the kids making new friends again, and it helped distract all of them from what had been the main focus of their lives for almost 3 years. She would sometimes catch herself not having thought about Nathan for over an hour, although that was still limited to when all of them were in the house. Any time she, or the kids, ventured outside, she’d be worried about it all over again.
She had started to wonder if that would ever go away entirely, but she was getting better at taking it one day at a time. Things were looking up for Krista herself too; she had been single for over 3 years, at least officially. In reality, she felt like she’d been single for closer to 8 years; she’d just been living with a mental patient who would occasionally fuck her for 5 of those, but it could hardly be called a relationship.
She always picked up the kids after school, and on the fourth day, she’d first met Mr. Selby, James, as she knew him now. He was Abbie’s math teacher, and they hit it off instantly. He was a bit older than Krista at 43, but he was very handsome at 6’2”, with sparkling brown eyes, a beautiful bright smile, and a strong jaw. He had a short scruffy beard and a gorgeous head of dark brown hair with just a tiny hint of gray in his sideburns. The first time she saw him without his jacket on, a few days later, she was even more attracted to him; she could see his biceps through his shirt and he had the top button open to reveal just enough of his chest hair to let her imagine what the entire thing might look like.
Although Krista was quite a bit younger than him at 31, and they seemed to get along well together when they spoke outside of school, she didn’t really think things could go anywhere. She wasn’t unattractive, but the last few years had taken their toll on her; she hadn’t exactly been focused on taking care of herself. She was probably 10-15 lbs overweight, her hair was usually a mess, and she hadn’t bothered much with makeup of any kind in almost a decade. She was 5’4” and probably closer to 150 lbs than 140; she hadn’t weighed herself in a while because it had become depressing. She had long blonde hair, usually in a ponytail when she left the house. She had been told on multiple occasions that she had stunning blue eyes, but most of the people who told her that were usually more focused on something much lower than her eyes, so she suspected it might just be a euphemism.
She did always have nice breasts though; settling into a nice C cup in her late teens. After two pregnancies, and putting on a little weight, she’d graduated to a D cup recently, which she certainly wasn’t unhappy about. They may not have been as perky and firm as they were 10 years earlier, but they certainly got plenty of attention. She always had a hard time seeing herself as attractive lately; any time she’d look in the mirror, she just saw all the old scars and imperfections. Her nose had been broken at least once and wasn’t perfectly straight anymore. She’d also had four teeth replaced; everyone told her you couldn’t tell the difference, but she could tell. The scars were visible to her everywhere, around her mouth, around her eyes, her ears, all over her body. There was a big scar through her left eyebrow where no hair would grow.
To put it simply, she didn’t see herself as a particularly desirable person, and that was just the physical aspects. Emotionally, she had even more scars than were visible on her face or her body, and she couldn’t imagine any man would want to deal with that, let alone an obviously desirable man like Mr. Selby. He could have any woman he wanted; he was handsome, charming, funny, smart, the whole package. Honestly, she was pretty surprised to learn that he had never been married; she made some stupid joke that someone should snatch him up before they missed the chance; he laughed politely, but told her a couple had tried, but he was willing to wait for the perfect woman to come along.
She barely got any sleep after that conversation, spending most of the night going through it over and over in her mind, trying to detect if he was hinting at something, although she knew it was stupid. She did start to suspect there was something going on by the second and third week; he was always hanging out right near Abbie every day when she came to pick her up, and would always stay and talk to her for a while. Finally, she had made a joke saying “we can’t keep meeting like this.” And he had asked if there was another way she’d rather meet.
She hadn’t known what to say, but she opened her mouth to speak anyway. Luckily, he saved her from no doubt saying something stupid, and asked if she’d like to go out for dinner or drinks some time. It took everything she had to keep it together enough to tell him, “sure, I’d love to.” Then asking him to call her later, before rushing Abbie off to the car. She finally let out a protracted giggling squeal once the doors were closed; if there hadn’t been 100 people around in the parking lot, she might have screamed. She felt like a 12-year-old again, finally going on her first date with the cutest boy in school.
Their first date went very well; he took her to a nice restaurant, there was lots of talking and laughing and flirting back and forth. He was a perfect gentleman and drove her home afterward without ever trying anything. Their second date went equally well. After dinner on their third date they went out for a couple of drinks, and she fully expected this to be the night. She might have had one or two drinks too many in all the excitement, but she was nervous; she hadn’t been with a man in more than 3 years. After drinks, he drove her home again; he was still perfectly sober enough to drive. He walked her to the front door and gave her a kiss, then said “let’s do this again soon.” And walked back to his car.
She couldn’t figure out what his deal was; they seemed to get along well, did plenty of kissing, and he liked to grab at her butt a bit too. She had to go to her bedroom alone and spend the night with her vibrator. The fourth date was the same way, even though she was starting to get a little more handsy, not excessively so, just enough that she felt sure he couldn’t mistake the signals she was sending for something else.
For the fifth date, she decided to switch things up a bit; she invited him back to her place for a home-cooked dinner. She was never a great cook, but she could at least whip up a decent butter chicken, and with the music, room lit up by candlelight, the kids out of the house, staying with a family down the street for the night, things were pretty much all headed in one direction. She did worry a little bit that she might seem too desperate, but she also kind of was.
They had a lovely dinner once again, lots of chatting and flirting; after dinner they moved onto the couch for more chatting, flirting, and making out. When she slid her hand along his thigh she could certainly tell he wasn’t bored by what they were doing. But despite it all, he never made a move. At 11 P.M. he said it was probably time for him to head home, told her he’d had a lovely evening and then left. Krista went to bed, frustrated, and hornier than ever, and gave her vibrator another workout.
The next time she spoke to him she asked him point blank if he was seeing anyone else. She didn’t care if he was; it’s not like they were in any serious relationship yet, she just had to know. He assured her he didn’t do that sort of thing, and she was the only woman he was interested in. Even though she had a hard time really believing that was true, she decided to give him some time. She didn’t want to pressure him into anything, and really, she should be thankful that he wanted to take things slow.
It did pose a bit of a problem for her though; she didn’t want to tell Kory and Abbie about the relationship until she knew if it was going anywhere. But she couldn’t tell where things were going, when all they ever did was talk and make out. She needed him to take it to the next level so they could figure out what was really happening between them. She already felt a little weird about dating one of their teachers, and feeling like she was trying to hide it from them only made it worse.
Krista didn’t have a lot of experience in dating, at least not since she was a teen. But at least based on the accounts of her friends, it was quite unusual for a man to not be trying for sex after dating for months. If he didn’t get so obviously excited every time they were making out, she might have suspected he was gay, and just dating her to keep up appearances.
After almost 3 months—and 11, she at least thought—wonderful dates, she couldn’t take it anymore. As they were making out on the couch, she finally asked, “Are we ever going to have sex?” At first he just laughed at the question. She felt a little bit embarrassed; she wasn’t used to being so forward, but she also wasn’t used to being this desperate for sex. He tried telling her he just didn’t want to rush into anything; he wanted to know they were really right for each other before taking the next step. This prompted her to ask in almost a whisper if he was a virgin, making him laugh out loud and assure her he wasn’t.
She told him she thought he was amazing and perfect for her, and she had no doubt that she was ready for the next step. James caressed her face and kissed her again, “That’s so sweet, babe, I really like you a lot too.” “I’m just scared you won’t want to be everything you could be for me.” She felt a little confused by that, but told him, “I want to be whatever I can be, in order to make you happy.” He gave her another kiss, “You’re incredible, Krista.” “I don’t doubt you really believe it, but you might change your mind when you find out what it is I want.” She felt a chill as he said that.
She was afraid he might be right; she didn’t have a lot of sexual experience. She had plenty of sex when she was married of course, but they never really experimented with anything unusual; she had never even tried anal before. Vaginal and oral sex were really the only things she had experience with. She’d seen a few other things in porn over the years, but she was never really into porn and she didn’t try to seek out new and different kinks.
On the other hand, it was something she had been sort of excited about for the past year, getting back out and dating, meeting new people, experiencing new things. She didn’t want her own inexperience to stop her from getting involved with someone she really liked. Even if it meant doing some new things she might think were weird or scary, she was willing to at least try. She trusted James to not do anything that might hurt her or be actually dangerous. “Well, how can you know if you won’t tell me what it is?” He leaned in to give her another soft kiss.
“You don’t know how badly I want to tell you; you’re so perfect for me in every other way, I’ve never felt this way about a woman before.” Krista’s heart was racing hearing him say those things; she was crazy about him, and knowing he felt the same way made her happier than she ever thought possible. “But if I tell you the truth you might reject me, I couldn’t live with myself if that happened.” “I’d rather just be in a sexless relationship with you forever as long as it means I get to keep you in my life.” “I understand if that’s not the kind of relationship you want, and maybe we should just agree to be friends instead.” He told her, then paused for a moment, “but I don’t want to be friends with you; I love you, Krista, I need to be with you all the time.”
Her heart skipped a beat as he said those words; she hadn’t heard “I love you” from a man in years, and she hadn’t heard it said sweetly in nearly a decade. The last handful of times Nathan said it to her, he was screaming it at her as she was threatening to leave him. “I-I…love you too, James, I want to make you happy any way I can.” He wrapped his arms around her for a long tight hug, resting his face in her neck, and sounding like he might break down in tears at any moment.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.” He told her, then took a couple of deep breaths. “But that just makes it harder; I don’t know how I can risk losing your love.” She took his hand comforting between her own, “Nothing you can say will make me stop loving you.” “Even if it’s something I don’t like, it won’t affect how I feel about you.” She was surprised that he was willing to be so open and vulnerable in front of her; it was something she had wanted for so long with Nathan. He always kept his emotions bottled up inside until he just exploded them across everyone around.
James was clearly more of an adult, and was confident enough in himself as a man that he was able to be vulnerable when he had to. She felt somehow even more turned on by that thought, like she was about to have sex with a real adult man for the first time in her life. “What is it you think would upset me so much?” He looked at her with such sad, worried eyes, then he took a deep breath. Krista prepared herself for the worst, but was determined to at least try to let him down easy, no matter what he might say.
He started speaking, but said nothing, “I know it’s weird, and sick and wrong, and I wish I didn’t feel so strongly about it”: “it’s just a really important thing to me, and I’ve had it ruin things for me in the past, because most of the beautiful, smart, mature women think I’m some kind of pervert.” She offered him a patient smile, and gave his hand a firm little squeeze, “I think you’re stalling, baby.”
He let out a small nervous laugh, “I know, I’m just so scared.” She kissed him on the cheek and encouraged him on, “I can handle it, just get it all out in the open.” He lowered his head, looking ashamed and scared, then told her, “I like it when women call me ‘daddy’ during sex.” Krista had heard of things like that before, it was a little strange, but not too bad. “Okay…” she told him, expecting him to continue. After a few more seconds of silence she asked, “is that it?” He looked up at her surprised; she felt a little bad, like her question minimized something that was clearly very important to him. “Well, yes…” he started, “I’m sorry if that’s too much to ask, I know it’s strange and weird, I’ve tried to just move past it in previous relationships, but I can’t.”
She straddled his lap and planted a deep passionate kiss on his mouth, “I love you, daddy.” She told him with a big smile. She felt him harden against her crotch, “I love you, baby girl.” He told her. Then he grabbed onto her thighs and stood up, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he carried her into the bedroom. They made love for hours, Krista lost count of how many times he made her orgasm, whether he was fucking her, fingering her, licking her, he seemed to understand exactly what her body needed at all times. He came 3 times as well, even though Krista felt she didn’t do nearly as good a job as he was doing. He had an impressive cock, maybe it wasn’t pornstar huge, but it was at least 7 inches and quite girthy. Unlike what she had been used to with Nathan, at least since his drug and alcohol problems started, when James was hard, his dick was like steel. It felt incredible in her pussy, she couldn’t get enough of sucking him, she wanted to keep him hard forever.
Sex with Nathan had usually consisted of her sucking his dick for 5 minutes trying to get him hard enough to get inside her, then he’d climb on top of her and grunt for 2 minutes before rolling back off. She would hardly ever feel a thing, and she preferred it that way. With James she felt everything, and it was wonderful. He was an incredibly generous and talented lover. When he fucked her he was gentle and loving, but firm enough that she could feel she was being fucked by a real man. When she sucked his dick, he would warn her before he came, he even asked if it was okay, before he came on her face.
She even noticed herself becoming less self-conscious when she was with him; at first she was shy about taking her shirt off, she didn’t want him to see her flabby stomach. She soon realized that he loved every part of her body, it didn’t matter what it looked like, it was all perfect to him. She felt better about herself than she had in years. She eventually fell asleep in his arms, both of them naked and sweaty, on top of the covers.
She half expected him to be gone by the time she woke up, instead he woke her up and asked what she wanted for breakfast. Her first words as she woke up were “good morning, daddy.” He kissed her, and told her she only had to say it during sex. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him onto the bed, “that’s what I was doing, daddy.” She teased, James didn’t take it as a joke, however, and before she knew it he was inside her once more. She’d never had sex first thing in the morning before, and she was starting to feel like she had been missing out on a lot of amazing things in her life so far.
James stayed till just past noon, before he decided it was time to head home. Krista spent the rest of the day just dancing around the house, humming and singing to herself. The neighbors brought the kids back just before dinner. Over dinner Krista told them that she and James had been dating for a few weeks now and it was getting kind of serious, so they might see him around the house from time to time. Kory was mostly grossed out by her dating a teacher, but otherwise didn’t seem to care much who she was dating. Abbie was thrilled, she loved Mr. Selby, he was her favorite teacher, even though she didn’t really like math. He always made class fun and entertaining and she was quite excited to have that at home too. Krista did tell her that he might act a bit different at home, and she shouldn’t expect him to be full of energy for that kind of thing all the time.
From there things progressed quickly, at least much quicker than Krista would have expected. James began coming over to their house regularly, almost daily. Both Abbie and Kory loved having him around for the most part. They sometimes got a little upset that he was getting most of mom’s attention, but Krista did make an effort to not neglect them entirely. But they were thrilled to have him around whenever he would take the time to play with them. Kory especially, became a big fan once James started helping him with his homework. Krista knew very well James was sneakily helping him cheat, but it was adorable to watch them bond over it. James would make a big show of explaining how to do something, then whisper the answer to Kory, who would act like he finally figured it out, and Krista would act like she was just so proud of him for doing it on his own.
Within a month, James was practically living at their house, he had half his stuff stored in Krista’s bedroom and almost never went back to his own house for anything. It got to the point where the kids started asking where he was if he was ever out of the house for more than an hour. They’d had her parents over for dinner a couple of times, and they loved James almost as much as everyone else did. Her mother did question if he wasn’t a bit old for her, but couldn’t seem to find any other faults.
Her dad had just playfully pretended he was interviewing a young man, who wanted to take out his teenage daughter. Asking James a million questions about himself and his intentions with his “little girl”. Although they had both joked along, Krista was pretty sure it wasn’t entirely a joke to her dad. She felt like he was probably a little bit unsettled that James was barely 10 years younger than he was. But they all seemed to get over their discomfort soon enough. Her parents were just thrilled, that she had found someone who made her happy.
They soon started talking about moving in together; since they almost lived together anyway, they might as well save the money and hassle. Krista was a bit apprehensive about it; she felt the kids had finally gotten settled, and this was kind of uprooting their lives once again. James did suggest they could just live in her house, but, although she hadn’t said anything about it yet, Krista was already imagining an expansion of the family in the future. Their little two-bedroom house wasn’t going to cut it. Compared to their house, James practically lived in a mansion—two stories, four bedrooms, two bathrooms—much too big for James to live in alone, but just perfect for a family with three or four kids. He had inherited the house from his parents, who had lived there since before he was born. Krista also felt a little weird about making him sell his childhood home.
For a few weeks they spent the weekdays at Krista’s house and the weekends at James’s house. Not surprisingly, the kids loved having all that room to run around. When she first asked them how they would feel if they moved there, they were far more excited by the prospect than she had dared to hope for. Not long after that they made the move; her parents came over to help with the move. By then they had no complaints about James, or his age. They were excited for them to live together, and her mother even hinted to James about more grandchildren to spoil.
Krista was feeling happier and more satisfied than she could remember ever feeling before, and that was evident in her appearance as well. She started exercising and taking care of herself; she lost a few pounds and started wearing makeup again. James would always tell her she looked amazing, but he hoped she wasn’t doing all that just for him. She assured him she was only doing it because she wanted to, and she felt like she finally had the energy to do it. She also promised him not to overdo it; she knew how much he enjoyed her curves, and she didn’t want to take that away from him.
After they moved into his house, things began to change. Slowly at first, she noticed little things, like he was a bit more strict with the kids and with her as well. She assumed he was just taking the father role a bit more seriously now that they were living together. They were also living in his childhood home; she thought that might make him act more in the way his parents did when they raised him. For the most part, he was still happy to have fun with the kids, playing around a lot and making them laugh. He got strict about the more important things: keeping their rooms clean, going to bed at a proper time for school, doing chores around the house. Krista certainly wasn’t unhappy about him taking an interest in their upbringing.
The changes he instituted for her were a bit more unusual. The first one was that since they were now living together, he felt it only right that she refer to him as “daddy” all the time at home. She had tried to resist a little bit, but eventually decided it wasn’t worth getting into an argument about it. For a couple of days, she called him “daddy” any time they were alone, but he noticed it right away and told her she shouldn’t stop just because the kids are around. He told her they would hear it eventually, and if they tried keeping it secret it would just seem more strange to them.
When she said it the next morning at breakfast, the kids had given her weird stares, and Abbie laughed that “he’s not daddy.” Krista explained it was just a cute little nickname she used for James, and they didn’t have to call him that. She could feel her face turning red as she explained it to them; she felt embarrassed about it, but luckily it was just a one-time thing. The kids soon accepted it as they would any other nickname.
The next rule he wanted for her was “no panties in the house.” This seemed like a much more delightfully playful rule to her; she enjoyed both of them knowing she wasn’t wearing panties and getting excited about it. The first couple of weeks, he would pull her aside now and then to check, either having her strip or just stuffing his hand up her skirt and into her pants to feel. Every time he found her not wearing panties, he would give her a kiss and tell her “good girl.” It made her feel good, to know she was pleasing him, even if it was just such a tiny little thing.
The first time her parents came over, she was pretty determined to avoid the “D” word, even though she knew James wouldn’t be too happy about it. She slipped up during dinner when James asked her to pass the sauce; she replied, “yes, daddy.” Her parents never said anything, but she felt so humiliated. She wasn’t allowed to stew in her humiliation for too long; five minutes later James asked to talk to her in private.
He took her into the bathroom for what seemed like another routine panty inspection. The moment her pants came down, though, he was ready; he turned her around firmly, and she soon felt him slide inside her from behind. She tried to resist for a moment, but as soon as she felt his throbbing cock between her legs, she lost what little desire she had to stop him. He was rougher than usual, which was fine; they had to kind of rush it after all. He made a loud groan as he first entered her, a little too loud she thought, but he was obviously overcome with lust in a way she’d never experienced him before. “That was so hot, baby girl,” he whispered right against her ear, “I didn’t think you would, in front of your parents.” “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, baby girl.”
He fucked her quick and hard; she wasn’t usually a fan of that, but his extreme lust and passion, not to mention his hot breath, panting against her neck as he kissed her and groped at her tits, was too much to resist. She had an earth-shattering orgasm before he came inside her. Once he was drained, he quickly reached down to pull her pants back up, not giving her the opportunity to clean up. Then he whipped her around to face him and gave her a deep long kiss, “I love you, baby girl,” he told her as he stared into her eyes with an intensity she’d never seen before. “I love you, daddy,” she replied with a shy smile.
They joined the rest of the family at the dinner table, Krista feeling particularly giggly all of a sudden, almost as if she was high on something. Her parents seemed quite relieved once they returned, probably fearing some kind of violent blowup that sometimes happened with Nathan when she did or said something he didn’t like.
She still felt pretty uncomfortable about the whole thing, but before her parents left, she did intentionally slip another one out as they sat in the living room talking. James asked her to grab a beer for him and her dad; she sprung to her feet with a “right away, daddy.” She felt her face flush once more, but she locked eyes with James for a moment, seeing how wild it was making him, which made it all worth it.
Once her parents left and the kids were put to bed, she got fucked like she never had in her entire life. She was amazed the kids apparently slept through her screams, although she did try to keep it muffled as much as possible. She was beginning to suspect his desires might not be quite as innocent as he had led her to believe, but she was willing to go along with it, as long as it resulted in screaming orgasms.
Soon new rules were added; he didn’t want her wearing pants anymore, only skirts and dresses, and he picked out her clothes every morning. He also banned her from closing doors in the house—if she was in the bedroom, the bathroom, the shower, it didn’t matter; doors stayed open unless he closed them for her. He also expanded the “daddy” rule, so now she had to call him that everywhere, unless they were at school. She agreed to his rules, even though she knew they were bound to land her in humiliating situations, because she knew how good he would fuck her afterward.
It wasn’t just about the sex either, though; the more rules he introduced and she followed obediently, the happier they both seemed to be. The kids were a little weirded out by some of it, but they mostly just accepted things and didn’t ask many questions. If they caught her on the toilet, she’d tell them she didn’t think anyone was around; if her ass was hanging out of her skirt, she would just laugh along with them that it looked silly.
For Kory’s 12th birthday, he was allowed to invite 10 friends over to the house for pizza and cake. James found the tightest top that could possibly fit over her tits and squeezed them almost up under her chin. Then a short little flowing skirt that barely reached past her ass. High heels and stockings were part of the outfit as well. She spent all day serving 11 rowdy boys, trying to move in ways that wouldn’t expose anything. She was pretty sure at least a couple of the boys got their first look at a real vagina that day when she walked a little too fast and the skirt blew up too far.
James had been excited for days afterward, constantly praising her for how hot and sexy she was, telling her what a good girl she was being for him and how much he loved her. She knew it wasn’t exactly right what they had done, but it also hadn’t really hurt anyone, and James was so excited about it. It did cause some rumors to start spreading around the school about James’s girlfriend; he had apparently been forced to explain the stories to the faculty a couple of days later. He had just told them he had an attractive, younger girlfriend, and sometimes for special occasions, she’d dress the way attractive young women do. He conceded the skirt was maybe not appropriate for a kid’s party, but assured them whatever those boys thought they had seen, they were wrong. They couldn’t have seen anything up her skirt unless they were crawling around on the floor looking for it.
They had accepted his explanation, but cautioned him to be more careful with those things in the future. Of course, that didn’t stop the rumors from spreading around the school. Abbie didn’t hear much about it from her friends at least, but Kory had to hear about it pretty much every day, and it was obviously bothering him. When she talked to James about it, she mentioned that she was starting to regret what they had done. He told her he would have a proper man-to-man talk with Kory about it and try to set things right.
Whatever that little talk involved seemed to work wonders; Kory was quickly back to being happy and seemed not to care at all about the kids talking about her anymore. James refused to tell her what he had told him, just saying “That’s between us men.” She tried to get a better answer a couple of times, but dropped it when it was clear he wasn’t going to change his mind. As long as Kory was happy again that was the most important thing.
She did notice the following days, Kory was still a bit snippy with her, but James assured her he would get over it soon enough. She was always amazed at how great James was about communicating with the kids, but he had of course been a teacher for almost 20 years. She spent most of the night trying to make up for suggesting that something he had made her do was less than ideal.
Kory started having more friends from school over to the house; it made things a bit complicated for Krista. A lot of the boys had been quick to realize she never closed the bathroom door and they would peek on her around the corner. She was tempted several times to just close the door when James was at work still, but she knew he was going to ask about it later, and she couldn’t lie to him. She told herself the boys were just curious, and if they didn’t look at her they’d probably be looking at girls on the internet. The worst thing to her was hearing the boys say very derogatory things about her, and Kory always laughing along with them. At least Abbie and her friends didn’t care about those sorts of things yet.
Through it all, sex with James also changed; he became rougher every day it seemed, to the point where it became painful for her and she asked him to take it easy. He just told her “You know, you love it.” She couldn’t really argue with that; the truth was even when it became almost unbearably painful, her body would still betray her and give her orgasm after orgasm. Her mind also kept making up excuses for all James’ rules, even after it became completely obvious they were only intended to humiliate her.
He would have a “guys night” once a month where his friends would come over and they would watch movies or sports. She was made to serve them snacks and drinks wearing only an apron and high heels. If any of his friends grabbed her or touched her she was to just smile and say, “Thank you, Sir.” A huge part of her hated doing it, but her body craved what James did to her afterward. She knew a couple of his friends already; one of them was another teacher at the school, and another one was the father of a boy in Kory’s class; she’d talked to him multiple times when she’d gone to pick up the kids and had always seemed like a nice, normal man.
None of the men who came over for this “guys’ night” behaved in any way that Krista would have considered “normal”. There were only a couple of them who didn’t grope her at least occasionally; none of them ever talked to her, but they were more than happy to talk about her while she was in the room. Usually making comments about her body, or things they’d like to do to her. On more than one occasion she had cried through multiple orgasms afterward, due to some comment or just from humiliation overload.
Any time she complained that he had crossed some new line, he would throw it back in her face that she loved it, and if he stopped she would miss it. Annoyingly, she knew that was at least partly true, though it felt like that part of her was getting smaller with every new humiliation he threw at her.
James was still happy, and he still loved her; he showed that almost every day even if just in tiny ways. But Krista wasn’t as happy as she had been anymore; she was still crazy about James, and she couldn’t get enough of the sex. But most days she didn’t feel happy at all. Her parents also stopped visiting them almost entirely; every time they were there James would find some new way to humiliate her. The last time he had made her drop a fork during dinner, and when she climbed down to get it, suck his dick under the table. As soon as his dick was in her mouth he had grabbed her hair and held her in place for several minutes; her parents had made an excuse to leave almost right away. There was little doubt in her mind they had a pretty good idea of what was happening. They did have absolutely mind-blowing sex after that at least, but it didn’t feel like it was worth ruining her entire life for it.
Things took a turn when James caught one of Kory’s friends peeping on her in the bathroom. Krista had already seen the kid peeping but said nothing, as usual. James grabbed the kid by the arm. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked angrily. The kid tried to lie and say he was just walking through the hall and hadn’t even noticed anyone was in the bathroom. James called the rest of the boys to come down. Krista thought for sure he was going to tell them off and she wouldn’t have to deal with their peeping anymore.
Two other boys, as well as Kory, came into the bathroom a few seconds later; Abbie followed them, she was curious what was happening. Krista stood next to James, holding her skirt against her legs, glad to finally be done with all of this, but still feeling humiliated standing in front of the boys as they were lectured about not peeping on her. It started off well enough. “Look, I know boys your age get a little obsessed with girls, and it’s tempting to peep when you know a pretty girl is naked.” “But you shouldn’t do that sort of thing, especially when the girl is Krista.”
She couldn’t help but crack a small smile; it felt good to have him standing up for her. “Krista is a good girl,” he continued, “if you want to see her naked, you just have to tell her to get naked.” “Isn’t that right, Krista?” he asked her, “Yes, daddy.” She instinctively answered before processing what the question had been. She could hardly believe what he had just said, “I know most of you are raised with mothers and sisters who believe women are equal to men, but good girls like Krista understand that women exist to make men happy.” “Isn’t that right, Krista?” he asked again. She couldn’t compute what was happening and all she stammered out was “uhm…uuh…” He asked once more, more forcefully, “Isn’t that right, Krista?” She had practically forgotten what the question was, but she answered, “Yes, daddy.”
“Would you like to show these fine young gentlemen what a good girl you are?” She looked at the faces of all the boys; one of them looked a bit uncomfortable; two of them looked excited but varied; Kory was grinning. “Uhm…” she said once more. He gave her ass a quick, sharp smack, “We need an answer, baby girl.” For the first time in their relationship, she felt a little bit scared of what James might do to her; he had made her do plenty of things she was uncomfortable with, but he had never been violent or forced her to do those things. She felt like this situation was different.
“Yes, daddy,” she said finally and nodded profusely. James took a step to the side and said “Then show us.” Krista’s entire body was jittering and she was unsure what she had just agreed to, “W-what?” she asked. James laughed, “That’s the problem, boys, good girls are a wonderful thing, but their brains usually don’t work very well.” “Sometimes you have to give them instructions multiple times.” “I told you to show these boys what a good girl you are.” When she still didn’t seem to understand he simplified. “Take your skirt off, baby girl.” She wanted to object, tell him what he was suggesting was almost certainly a crime; all she got out was a meek “b-but…” He interrupted her right away, “Am I going to have to do it for you?”
“N-n-no…d-daddy, I’ll…do it.” She unzipped her skirt and pulled it over her hips, then let it drop to the floor, keeping her hands in front of her. “Arms straight by your side, baby girl,” he instructed. She wanted to say something, but she did as she was told. “Good girl,” he said, patting her butt softly. “Turn around, let them see how good you look, baby.” She turned 360 degrees slowly as he guided her by the shoulders. Tears started running down her face when she saw Abbie leaving the room, clearly upset by what was happening. “Raise your hands if you want to see her tits!” James said to the boys; 3 of them raised their hands right away, including Kory, the boy who had been peeping on her. He was the last to raise his hand once he saw the others had done it. Finally, James raised his hand as well. “Looks like it’s unanimous,” he said. “Better give the boys what they want, baby girl.”
She pulled her baby tee up over her head and dropped it on the floor next to her skirt. She couldn’t get any more humiliated; might as well just get it over with. “What a good girl, baby,” James said excitedly. “Any of you boys seen a woman naked before?” All of them said yes, until James called out “Pictures don’t count!” They all got very quiet. “Bet none of you even touched a real pair of tits, at least not since you were sucking on your moms.” He laughed, then grabbed one of Krista’s breasts and squeezed it uncomfortably hard. “Go on, have a feel,” he invited all the boys. Only one of them tentatively stepped forward and poked one finger up at her breast. James instructed him to “give it a good squeeze,” which the boy did, then remarked, “It’s so soft.” James laughed again. “Well, except for those pencil erasers jutting out,” he said and flicked one of her nipples. “They’re nice and hard because she’s enjoying herself.” “Aren’t you, Krista?” Tears were still running down her face, and she could tell if she tried to speak she would end up sobbing, so she just nodded. The other boys came over and poked and prodded at her breasts.
When Kory came over last, she had to close her eyes and turn her head away. “They feel really nice,” she heard him say while she felt his hand cupping her breast across the nipple. “Your mom is a good girl, huh?” James asked. “Yeah, I guess so,” Kory said with a little laugh. James finally allowed Krista to put her clothes back on. “Now you boys understand, your parents won’t like it if they find out about this,” he said. “But as long as you can keep it a secret, Krista will be a good girl and show you whenever you tell her.” “Won’t you, Krista?” she nodded again; he gave her ass another sharp whack. “Won’t you, Krista?” he asked sternly. “Y-yes, daddy,” James smacked her butt again, softer this time. “That’s a good girl,” “Run along now.”
She rushed out of the bathroom and straight into the bedroom. Once again tempted, but not daring to close the door, she threw herself on the bed and cried. She didn’t hear him come in, but she heard him close the door, and then felt him climb onto the bed on top of her. He pulled her skirt up and moments later he was inside her; she didn’t try to fight him off, she didn’t want to even acknowledge him right now. Even when he slammed his dick painfully into her, she didn’t make a sound. “You were so amazing, baby girl,” he told her. “Didn’t it feel good to give those boys a show?” When she still didn’t answer, he seemed to get the hint. “Are you mad at daddy?” “We both know the silent treatment won’t work.” “You’ll be screaming soon enough.” She hated that he was right; she could already feel her body starting to react to his thrusts. “I thought for sure you’d draw the line at Kory getting involved,” “But you were such a good girl, baby,” he whispered to her, once again his hot breath against her ear and neck drove her crazy.
“I had already told him what kind of girl you are, of course.” “And I promised him he’d get to take advantage of it soon.” “He doesn’t care what his friends say about you, because he understands that you’re just a sex toy.” “Your only purpose is to make men feel good,” “And you’re so good at it, baby girl.” “You’re a perfect little slave girl,” “I’m so happy I have you in my life, baby girl.” His thrusting picked up speed, and she could feel her hips moving up to meet his thrusts, even though she tried to fight it. Soon she heard herself moaning out loud, “Fuck me, daddy.” James put even more power behind his thrusts at that, pumping into her as hard as he ever had, with one hand on her hip, and the other with his fingers wrapped around her throat, as he was kissing and licking her neck. “Take me, daddy,” she whimpered, in spite of herself. “Are you gonna cum on daddy’s cock, baby girl?” She didn’t get a chance to answer him before the orgasm rocked through her body and moments later she felt him release inside of her with a groan.
As soon as she caught her breath, the crying started again. James pulled out of her and patted her on the butt. “You’re such a good little cock sleeve, baby girl,” “And that’s all you’ll ever be.” She heard him zip his pants back up, then leave the room, leaving the door wide open again. She didn’t even care enough to try to pull her skirt down.