CH 6: Making a choice

As Lila walked into the living room, she found her father sitting on the couch with his cock in his hand. He was stroking his hard dick furiously, his eyes closed, his face flushed with desire. She had seen him naked before, and had seen him masturbate multiple times, so this was nothing new.

She didn’t understand why he always did it in the living room instead of his bedroom, but she didn’t care enough to ask. After all, it was his house.

As she approached the couch, she cleared her throat, trying to get his attention.

“Oh, hey kiddo,” he said, his hand slowing down slightly. “Sorry, just trying to stay awake waiting for you.”

“It’s fine,” she shrugged. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

As Lila walked towards the other side of the couch, she reached for the hem of her cropped sweater, fingers curling around the soft fabric as she tugged it upward. Her slender frame arched, lifting her arms above her head as she pulled the thin material off her body, her small breasts responding with a subtle jiggle. Her bare stomach and visible ribs added to the delicate display of her slender form. She walked over to her favorite spot on the couch, casually draping the sweater over the cushion. Once seated, she pulled out her phone and began scrolling, her free hand absentmindedly playing with the top of her sweatpants, pulling the waistband down to reveal the bare mound of her pubic bone.

Her father went back to masturbating, his hand moving up and down his shaft. She couldn’t help but glance over at him every few minutes, her eyes scanning his body.

His cock was thick and long, his balls heavy and swollen. His hand moved expertly, his fingers brushing against the head of his dick, his thumb teasing his sensitive tip. She could hear his breathing getting heavier, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

“So who was the client that gave you the ride home?” he groaned out, his eyes still closed.

“Mr. Barrington,” she replied, her eyes moving back to her phone.

“Oh yeah?” her father raised an eyebrow, his hand still moving. “You’re not supposed to go home with customers, Lila. You know that.”

“I know, Dad. It was a last minute thing. He tipped me $10,000, so...”

“10,000!?” He exclaimed, his eyes snapping open.

“Yeah,” she said, looking up from her phone.

“Damn, girl. Good job.” He grinned, his hand continuing to stroke his cock.

“Thanks,” she blushed, feeling a sense of pride.

“And all he wanted in return was to drive you home?”

“Pretty much,” she said, shrugging. “He was a pretty cool guy. A little weird, but cool.”

“Well, if he-- Shit, I’m gonna cum. Could you...?”

“Yeah,” she sighed, setting her phone down and scooting over to him.

“Thanks,” he breathed, his hand moving faster.

She leaned forward and took the tip of his cock into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head of his shaft. She could taste the pre-cum on his tip, her tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh.

He groaned, stroking himself faster, his hand tightening around his shaft. She felt his cock pulse between her lips, his body tensing as his orgasm built. She took him willingly, her tongue gently lapping at the head of his cock.

“Here it comes, baby,” he gasped, his grip tightening.

She felt his cock throb and pulse in her mouth, his hot seed spilling out onto her tongue. She swallowed eagerly, her eyes fluttering shut, her lips still wrapped around his shaft. He groaned, pumping his load into her mouth, his hand moving up and down his length. She swallowed every drop, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her lips and tongue working the head of his cock.

After a few moments, his orgasm subsided and she pulled away, licking her lips.

“That was good,” he panted, a smile on his face. “Thanks, kiddo.”

“No problem,” she said, wiping her mouth.

“You know, when I was your age, I used to work for Mr. Barrington.” Her father said, tucking his cock away.

“Really?” she asked, sitting back down on the couch.

“Yeah, he owns the largest manufacturing plant in the city. It’s been a family business for generations. I was as a package picker when I was sixteen, the same as age as you now. I moved on after High School though. The pay was terrible and the work was hard. But he’s a decent guy though, not like some of the other rich pricks in the city. You’re lucky you got him as a customer.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she said, looking down at the business card in her hands. “What does the plant make?”

“A bunch of stuff,” he replied, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. “All sex related. They make dildos, vibrators, lingerie, lubes, condoms, corsets, silk robes, scented massage oils. But they mainly make make BDSM furniture stuff like; restraints, St. Andrew’s crosses, human-sized birdcages, suspension frames, cage beds, pillories, restraint chairs, ball gags, cuffs, spreader bars, leather harnesses, and even soundproofed panels. Basically, if it’s meant to restrain, control, or punish, they probably make it. There’s even rumors that the building is full of secret rooms where they conduct sex and bondage research, and where their wealthiest men in the world can play out their darkest desires and kinkiest fantasies. But no one knows for sure. They keep that shit locked up tight.”

“Wow,” Lila breathed, her eyes wide.

“They’re also known for their charitable work. They donate millions every year to charity. Especially those that deal with victims of sexual abuse and violence. And they offer free healthcare to their employees. I was lucky to work there for as long as I did, but the base pay wasn’t worth the work, at least not for me.”

“Did you know Andrew Barrington?” Lila asked, looking down at the business card in her hand.

“Nope, I was just a peon. I didn’t meet anyone higher than middle management.” He replied, shaking his head. “What’s he like?”

“Um, well, he’s kinda old. In his fifties, I think. But he’s handsome, in a silver fox kind of way. He’s tall and has a good body. His hair is white, but it looks good on him. He has a nice voice, deep and commanding. And he smells good. Like cologne and wood smoke. I don’t know, he’s just ... nice.”

“Well, sounds like you had an interesting evening.” Her father chuckled, his eyes heavy. “I’m gonna head to bed. Don’t stay up too late, kiddo.”