The Fiancée
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The Proposition
Erotica Sex Story: The Proposition - Deadbeat dad sets his sights on the shy fiancée.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft NonConsensual Reluctant Cheating MaleDom Cream Pie Oral Sex
Balls thoroughly drained, I continued to sip at my drink while the girl sat quietly beside me. She’d stopped whimpering whenever I’d run my hand along her inner thigh, obediently spreading her legs to showcase the small pool of cum gathering on the wood as it dribbled from her stuffed cunt. With an approving squeeze and a nod from me, she’d shut them again, pulling the hem of her dress to cover the mess once more.
Finally, the rumble of the car down the dirt path signaled Billy’s return.
I was starving.
“Come here, sweetheart,” I said, turning her by the chin to look at me rather than out the window at the car. “Open up, let me see.”
Her lips parted, strands of cum and saliva stretching as her filled mouth opened, her tongue completely submerged in my creamy cum. Like a whale, just under the ocean’s surface, her tongue breached the surface before going under once again.
“Keeping it warm for me?” I asked with a grin, patting her pink cheek. That pouty nod of hers just made my grin widen. “Good girl. I’ll let you know when you can swallow.”
With that she closed her mouth, straightening up as Billy approached with the food.
“Hey Babe,” he said, stooping to give her a peck on the cheek. “Sorry for the wait. You have a good time?”
A number of emotions flit across her face as Billy placed the tinfoil covered platters on the table in front of us. Watching those auburn eyes of hers dart around like she couldn’t come up with a good answer would always be amusing.
“Well?” I teasingly asked her. “Did you have a good time with the old man?”
“Mm-hmm.” She did her best to sound as upbeat as possible while stuffed with cum in two of her holes.
“That’s good,” Billy said, taking a seat opposite us as he unpacked the plastic utensils and paper plates.
“Why don’t you have a seat over there, sweetheart,” I said, relishing the pleading look of hers. “Go on, sit by your fiancée.”
The wet sound of her skin leaving the pool of cum on the chair beside me was barely audible, but I was sure that to her it was as loud as an alarm. Clenching her thighs together, no doubt to avoid having more of my seed spill from her used hole, she took mincing steps around the table, giving Billy a weak smile as she took her new seat beside him.
“Oh, I grabbed this,” he said, handing a card to her. “Did you want to do it now?”
For what seemed the first time, her face lit with a genuine smile. Plucking the card from his hand, her eyes met mine. She placed it on the table, sliding it toward me with a single finger extended. Her eyes glimmered not with the poutiness I’d become used to, but with a sharp gleam.
She didn’t say anything as I stared at the ornate invitation in front of me.
“Well, um, Dad,” Billy said, nervously looking between me and the girl. “We, uh, well, we wanted to invite you to the wedding. It, uh, it would really mean a lot to us.”
Lifting the card, I glanced once more at her as she smiled sweetly at me.
Flipping it over, embossed in golden flowing letters, were the details of their special day.
He may have continued talking as I stared at the card. It faded into the background like static.
Leaning forward, I brought the card closer to my face, eyes squinting just to make sure I was reading it correctly.
Looking back up at her, she fluttered her eyelids at me, her smile bright and wide, lips barely parted.
Putting the card down, I slid my glass to her.
“Swallow that, sweetheart,” I said, my throat hoarse.
Raising the glass to her lips, her eyes still on mine, she took a big sip. Her throat bobbed exaggeratedly. She lowered the glass, tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said softly.
I poured another glass, sliding it over to him.
“Congratulations, Greg,” I said, holding my glass up to him. “I hope you and Billie Mae have a happy marriage.”
I needed to tattoo my kids or something. I couldn’t believe that this had happened twice now.
Whatever Greg had brought back hadn’t left an impression on me as I was too busy trying to make sense of it all. Greg continued to yap on, with Billie Mae chiming in on occasion, though he still dominated the discussion. Billie Mae smiled brightly at me any time our eyes met, her eyelashes fluttering as she’d nibble her lower lip.
How had this happened twice now?
Once was a mistake. Twice was a pattern.
Shit. That’s what it was. My little brats had figured out how to honeypot me. The flowing brown hair. The light blush. The tight dress. The slutty panties. The meek and obedient mannerisms. She’d played me from the start.
Fuck!
I looked up as I realized how silent the table was.
“What?” I asked.
“Um, well, I was saying, uh,” Greg began, but fell silent when Billie Mae laid a hand on his shoulder.
Billie Mae smiled and nodded down the hall.
“Right, uh, I guess it would be best to ask in private,” Greg said, standing up. “I’ll, uh, I’ll clean up.”
Fuck, here it came. The blackmail. Damn brats knew just how to get at my cash supplies.
“Fine,” I said, standing up quickly. “This way.”
Billie Mae followed behind me, so light on her feet she barely made a sound.
I shut the door behind us, leaving us alone in the bedroom once more.
She crossed her legs, swaying lightly as she played with her fingers, a little smirk on her lips and her eyes bright with the most breedable glimmer ever.
“You talked with her, didn’t you?” I asked point blank.
Billie nodded, the hem of her dress swishing lightly in the air as she continued swaying coyly.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered, marching right by her.
Pulling boxes from the shelf, I dug into an old lockbox.
“This is why you came, yeah?” I asked, holding it up to her.