Chapter 11: Good Things Cum to Those that Wait

Kira steeled herself for the worst when the Escalade pulled up to collect her after school. When the door opened and her father got out she saw he was smiling. She was so confused she froze and just gaped at him. It was always silence then yelling humiliating things, which would have been three times as bad as it would be in front of all the other kids and in a different language. It would have sealed her fate at this school, the only way out of being the weird foreign kid would have been to become the Asian whore they thought she already was.

Her father was ... in a good mood ... He beamed at her, “Come with me. We need to go to the office and pick up a few forms. The neighbor man, he is really coming through!” She followed her father into the school office as he practically chirped. “I mention to my boss that my neighbor is Dan Tucker. Apparently he is very connected, many men at the office know his name.”

After a quick conversation at the front desk, he started filling out the forms the secretary handed him, barely taking the time to read them. “They were all very excited and the boss invite me out to drinks tonight. He wants me to introduce him, maybe your father gets a promotion out of this.” He stressed his last words, seemingly announcing he was moving up to the whole office.

Kira gaped at him. “Your mother also talked to him today about you being late.” He glowered slightly, “but apparently she convinced him to take you and Miku to school everyday. She said something about teaching you to drive too.” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It sounded like her new ... What was he? Her new boyfriend & sugar daddy? That didn’t feel quite right but it was as close as she could describe it. Her new boyfriend had gotten her dad in good with his boss and convinced her mother to give them extra time, even if Miku would be there for some of it.

She hid her sudden butterflies, “I am glad it worked out well father. I am very sorry for being late this morning and I am sure it won’t happen again. Mr. Tucker is very responsible.” She had so many questions she was going to have to sneak over tonight.

Her father stopped signing, “In English ... We speak English in America.” He stared her down until she nodded then grabbed the final forms with a flourish. “And now, we go celebrate! Your mother has prepared your favorite. She says you miss home, so tonight we pretend we are back in Tokyo.”

The rest of the night seemed like a dream. They had family time, her mother did not seem cross, just unusually quiet. They ate Gyoza and her favorite Udon recipe. They laughed and played a card game she had loved as a child, and after everyone had fallen asleep she quietly snuck down the hallway. There was flickering light coming from under Miku’s door and she wondered what her sister was watching. She could have sworn she heard the sound of muffled screaming, probably a horror movie, but decided to give her sister some privacy.

She snuck across the lawn towards Mr. Tucker’s house, staying low until she thought she was out of sight of her house. Her white sneakers were soon covered in dew and grass clippings. She reached the back gate and heard the bubbling from the hot tub. She walked across the lawn and saw the silhouette of Mr. Tucker, head leaned back, arms resting on the plastic side of the Jacuzzi.

Making no signs he had heard her approach his voice startled her, “I thought I’d be seeing you tonight babygirl. Water is nice and hot, come sit on daddy’s lap.” The butterflies in her stomach started swirling again at the sound of his voice. She slowly walked up the steps and crouched down next to him. He tilted his head to face her, cracking one eye open with a Cheshire smile.

“You’re going to have to change, wouldn’t want those nice clothes getting wet.” She smiled in reply, nodding her head vigorously. She headed into the house, an excited bounce in her step, pausing to look back over her shoulder. His head was against the headrest, looking up at the night sky.

Inside his bedroom she headed to the closet he had indicated earlier that day. True to his word the gorgeous little dresses were hung up in a small area and little cubbies behind had whicker boxes that he had placed her shoes and swimsuits in. She spent a few seconds running her fingers over the silky dresses and admiring the beautiful heels. She pulled various whicker boxes out looking at all the scandalous pieces of thread that passed for fashion.

She giggled thinking of her mother fainting from seeing her in one of the suits, Mr. Tucker’s hand possessively gripping her bottom. She picked a strappy dark blue top that wrapped from her neck to her sides and met in her back. It left the bottom interior of her breasts exposed and she knew this was not meant for any serious moving around without exposing her regularly. Adjusting it in the full length mirror however, she though it made her look fantastic.

She poked through more of the baskets until she found one filled with curious things. There was a padded black collar, hand cuffs, a small silver cone that curved back down until skinny with a flaired out flat bottom. It reminded her of a 3D spade she had seen on American playing cards. There were two silver clips attached by a silver chain, another collar with a thick hollow ring in the center, a thin dog lead and various other items. She guessed he must have left this basket by mistake.

Finally she found the matching miniscule thong of the same blue that went with her top. With precise moves, she carefully folded her clothes placing them into an empty basket and headed back outside. Passing the kitchen she paused, having seen something in a video from one of the websites Mr. Tucker had accidently added to his list of model websites. The young girl had brought her father a cold beer and had seduced him by trickling it down her chest into his mouth.

She grabbed two cold beer cans from the fridge and walked out onto the porch. She admired his broad shoulders, siloutted against the ambient light. She kneeled down behind him, placing the beers to the side and kissed his forehead gently.

“Hello daddy. You have been busy today.” They beamed at each other for a few seconds until her reach up and pulled her head down into another slow kiss. He rose partly out of the water, twisting to meet her face. His tongue pushed it’s way into her parted lips, dancing with hers. He gently gripped her bottom lip with his teeth as they pulled apart, a possessive gesture that sped her heart up for reasons she wasn’t sure she understood yet.

“And you,” he moaned in pleasure, “brought me a cold beer. You are learning quick, and quick learners get spoiled.” He released his gentle grip on the back of her neck, settling into the water again.

Kira’s face broke into a delighted smile and she picked up one of the beers, opening it with sharp pull. The cool foam oozed up over the steel top and dripped down her fingers. “Does daddy want a drink of beer?” Her tone was playful as she leaned back and slowly poured a small drizzle into her parted breasts.

Dan paused, taking in the sight. His smile could only be classified as predatory before lurching forward. Kira started back in surprise until his hands gripped her thighs, strong on her soft skin. He splayed across the deck, getting his lips onto Kira’s navel just as the stream of beer reached it. His tongue felt hot and course as he slurped and lapped his way up her body. She shuddered and gasped as the cold liquid and hot breath played across her lithe torso.

Once between her breasts, his hand reached up and gripped her wrist, stopping the small waterfall. She moaned in disappointment, as he slurped up the remaining beer on her. He didn’t stop, pressing forward to kiss up the side of her neck, nipping gently. His hot breath brought goosebumps over her entire body, forcing an involuntary moan from her as he nibbled on her earlobe.

Every time he moved forward his body pressed against hers, boring her down with his weight. By the time he had reached her ears, she was laying flat on her back, being pressed against the deck. She tried to reach his wandering lips with hers but he teased, just out of reach and began the slow descent of her body. His hand released her wrist and held her down onto the deck as he traced her curves that were gently outlined by the dim light spilling out of the glass deck door.

Kira relaxed and enjoyed Dan’s exploration of her body, thinking how lucky she was. No boy she had ever dated teased her like this. It was electrifying, sensual and frustrating at the same time. She wanted it to go on forever while wanting him to take her viciously at the same time. She could feel the heat from between her legs and wished he was stretching her open again.

Sure that she no longer was trying to get up, Dan reached forward and relieved Kira of the beer that was still held, forgotten, in her hand. He gently extracted it from her fingers. He kissed across her belly button, then using his teeth, pulled her thong down exposing her pussy to the night air. She moaned and shivered at the sudden coolness.

Seconds later she cried out in shock as Dan poured the cold beer onto her exposed pussy. She flailed, trying to escape the stream until his lips locked onto her and his wonderful tongue went to work. Giggles and mewling cries alternated from the cold and attention. Her back arched and her toes curled as his tongue caressed every fold. With several swirls around the clitoris and a quick nibble she seized up, drawing her knees reflexively up but her hands reached to hold her legs apart. She wanted to give him every incentive to remain there forever.

She moaned as he continued to pour the beer down her navel and lap it up. He would slow down and tease her, breath hot but tongue barely touching. “Please daddy, keep going, please daddy, please!” He kept her writhing and begging for more until he suddenly lunged down taking her into his mouth, tongue swirling and lashing across her pleasure zones. He continued until he saw her starting to near the edge, then slowly backed off until she hung there.

She bucked desperately trying to push herself towards his face, fingers grasping at his hair, “Please daddy, I need it! I...” losing her breath as he pressed forward once again in a sudden attack of her dripping cunt. She squealed as he repeated the process, over and over. He continued beer long empty and forgotten until her legs shook and her vision blurred. She grasped his hair, trying vainly to push him to finish his work giving her sought after release.

Her moans were incoherent, begging just to cum. He finally retreated, wiping her juices off his jaw. His skin was red from friction and she could see the outline of herself on his face. Pulling trunks down enough to release his cock, he looked down at her form. Grasping hands reached towards him as she begged for release.

Dropping over her, supported only with one arm, Dan stroked his cock whispering, “Who owns your pussy baby?”

Her eyes snapped to hers as she moaned, “You own my pussy daddy! Please fuck my pussy!”

“Who owns all of you baby?” His head dropped a fraction towards her as his voice lowered.

“Daddy owns me. I am daddy’s baby!” Hips bucked up as the tiny girl tried to lift her pussy to meet his dangling hard cock.

“Baby,” he stared into her eyes, a serious expression overtaking his face,”This is serious, once I own you there is no going back.”

“I belong to daddy. I need your cock daddy, I will do anything!” Barely aware of what she was saying, her slim body shook and her hips gyrated as she desperately tried to reach his cock and guide it into her pussy.

“I need to hear you say it, say daddy is my master.”

“Yes daddy! Daddy is my master! I belong to daddy, I am slave for daddy! I am,” Cut off from her desperate flow of pledges, she screamed as he lined up and plunged into her.

It wasn’t gentle, he did not ease it in or gently wait for her to adjust. He pressed himself until he was sure he was in the entrance, powered forward and slammed her hips into the ground. He grunted and pressed his hips forward, vainly trying to sink himself to the hilt in his desperate partner.

The force of his thrust drove the wind from Kira’s lungs. His weight pressed her down and she barely even noticed the fight for breath. The feeling was incredible, and her mind could not reconcile the sudden fullness. She was sopping wet due to his ministrations, but his penis was too large to just thrust in. The feeling was fullness and too full at the same time. It was a mixture of pain, dominance, submission and pleasure. Her body, not knowing what else to do translated the excess as pleasure and with a wordless scream she was over the edge.