Mia sat patiently at the breakfast table waiting for Mike to appear. She'd decided that enough was enough. The teasing had run its course. Of course there was no guarantee that Daddy was as turned on by her unorthodox tastes in real life as she knew he was in his head, and that he was as horny for her as she was for him. However, unlike Mike who'd only just met her, Mia felt as if she knew him intimately. She smirked and squirmed in her seat as she pondered the imbalance of power. She felt she would be able to push him over the edge with a bit of blunt persuasion, his two recent episodes of spying on her all but confirming it.
Prior intel had given her the advantage from the very beginning and emboldened her to be far more forward than she would normally ever be : Rushing out of the car and pressing her stiff nipples into him; gobbling down her snot-filled saliva like it was cum at the dinner table; teasing him with her unshaved armpits; kissing him hard out of nowhere; leaving herself spread wide with her fingers still touching her clit as she lay exposed for his pleasure as he spied on her; snuffling, licking and stuffing his jockstrap into her mouth... (she fucking loved that drool-producing maleness of his sweat and precum)... All of these things she knew he was into, and more. Much, much more.
To give her cunt that 'I've just removed the pussy pump you gave me, Daddy' look, she'd edged herself through the early hours of the morning after witnessing him wanking his beautifully engorged cock. Its large mushroom head sat atop a long, thickly-veined shaft with plump, tight balls attached. So tight that as he was nearing his climax she saw one, then the other pop into his groin, sumo-style. That was crazy hot! She wanted to punch him in the gut to pop those fuckers out and chew on them.
The tautness of his body made her shudder, his corpus spongiosum so pronounced it made her dizzy. She had plans for that section of the triad of cock if she managed to have her way with him. She was watching him jack himself now on her cell phone which she'd artfully set up on zoom and focused on the open doorway of Stacy's bedroom. Hah! He thought she couldn't see him leering over her. The video audio seemed to intensify the 'cluck cluck clucking' of his juice-slathered hand as he stroked up and down and gawked at her super-swollen cunt and farting asshole.
But then of course, the final test to be as sure as she could be that her longing for kink was reciprocated. She knew he wouldn't be able to resist spying on her doing her 'girly' things: the squeaking of the glass as he wiped himself a peep hole had given him away, not that she needed confirmation. No man in his right mind would give up the chance. But could he tolerate her dirty bitch ass pooping in his toilet with him in the room? She'd find out real soon.
She knew he could see her face as she gradually throttled out a particularly large, firm cable. Would the microbiome of her insides turn him on? Would he look down and inhale her stink before he flushed and note how wide her asshole must have gaped to have given birth to that giant turd? Would he intuit the intense pleasure it gave her as the pressure wrenched at her insides, stretching her normally tight bung hole wide and making her shudder and moan as the fibre grazed her delicate distended ring, igniting the thousands of nerve endings along its exit, making her long for the sensation to just go on and on and on? How many times had she taken a dump and fantasised, anime-style, that it was her Daddy's huge and impossibly long cock withdrawing from her colon, pulling and stretching her tortured anus outward as she frigged her little clit over and over, squealing like a weaner as she came and spasming copious fluid out of her imploding cunny?
Yes, Mia was a precocious freak, long since reconciled to her true nature but she was also the product of a well-off, loving family. She'd not suffered abuse or bullying or psychological manipulation from either parent and her loving father had no idea that she'd lusted after him since she was a teen. All that family privilege and an unfettered internet connection had moulded her sexuality. Since middle school she'd slowly developed an insatiable curiosity for the very edges of the pleasures of the flesh; trained, educated, aided and abetted as she was by the online adult entertainment industry. It seemed that year by year her tastes became more extreme and unbridled, with 1 major caveat: consent. Not just, "Okay, we can do that if you want" consent. The kind of consent born of filthy, steaming lust was the only thing that switched her lights on.
Due to her good looks and stunning body, Mia had no problem snaring boys and sometimes men, but the inevitable always played out: When her exotic tastes revealed themselves - when the fresh and demure facade gradually dissolved and the true freak emerged - it became apparent that they were not as on-board with her deepest desires as she was. Some recoiled in horror, but even those who played along couldn't help but betray their acquiescence as wanting to please her rather than themselves. Full consent for MUTUAL pleasure was lacking and Mia's passion would dissolve as surely as a good man loses his erection under the same conditions. Consequently, her fantasy life was far more satisfying than her largely failed experiences in reality.
Stacy had come into Mia's life in their first year of university. The two immediately hit it off, helping each other with their studies and supporting their burgeoning friendship in good times and bad. Inevitably they shared stories from their private life. Initially, Mia held back, hearing that Stacy was a lusty bitch but far more conservative in her tastes. Inevitably though, one day she'd trusted her firm friend enough to confide in her, that all was not as it seemed and her sex life was deeply unsatisfying. As the two girls shared a cask of wine and a joint, Mia listed her darkest fantasies that she had developed into detailed scenarios over the years. Her friend's features froze. Stacy felt like ice had formed a thin sheen all over her skin and actually shivered.
"You see, Stace...I told you! You're shocked and grossed out! Now you know me and how fucking warped I am our friendship will never be the same!" she sobbed.
Stacy literally shook herself and slowly came to her senses. She held her friend's chin and wiped her tears. "No, Mia...that's not it....Yes, you're dirty little whore!..and you're totally right! Our friendship will never be the same...I think you may have just brought us to a new level...it'll be better! I'm not judging you, Mia-muz, I'm just so honoured and proud that you trust me enough to share all that with me, and to tell you the truth, you've just made me feel a hell of a lot better about a secret I've been keeping for years.
