Ian sigh to himself as the light of the TV washed over the three of them. Sarah, his daughter and her friend. She had just moved in with them after her mother had kicked her out. Something about her mother’s boyfriend moving in and kicking her out because she didn’t want him looking at her. It didn’t matter to him. Her mother had always had one problem or another. Drugs, drinking, and now she’d attached herself to whatever guy this was and now her daughter was Ian’s problem.

Sarah had begged him to let her stay and after a long discussion in his office, he had relented. Her friend would pay rent and while she looked for a job, she would keep up with their house. His house, really. After working as hard as he had, he had bought the place for his family. One that his wife, rather, ex wife had insisted on, only to end up fucking the gardener. A tale as old as time. He sighed thinking about the comedy of it.

What Ian hadn’t expected was just how distracting another girl in the house would be. Not intentionally, maybe. The distracting thoughts had started last week when he was on his way out the door for a meeting with a potential import partnership. He went to grab his coffee when his new ‘tenent’ had been getting her own breakfast. He couldn’t help but notice the mess Sara and her had made the night before.

"I need you to wash the dishes, wipe down the counters, and...I don't know how you did it, but get whatever that shit is on the ceiling off. I want that done by this afternoon." He said it firmly, masking his irritation with his best ‘manager’ voice.

“Yes, sir” she said quietly, like she had been in trouble. She wasn’t, he just needed it done. But that word, ‘Sir’ echoed in his head. It stuck with him through the day, somehow making it through the meeting. When he got back, it had been done, like he asked. “Good girl” he said in passing. Again, even tone. Nothing to it, but he thought he could see her blush.

From then, he couldn’t help but catch his mind wandering. Seeing her scurry from her bathroom in a towel after a shower, her bending over to get something from a drawer. Little things. But enough to start driving him wild. It had, after all, been so long since he had fucked. And now here they were, watching a movie, their silence broken by Sarah standing and stretching.

“Alright, goodnight. I’m going to bed. Love you, Daddy.” she said pecking Ian on the cheek before hugging her friend goodnight. Then there were two.

“You’re still here?” he asked.

“Yeah, if that’s alright” she replied.

“I think I’ll live.” He smirked to himself. His blood pumped in his veins, his mind wandering. His hand seemed to have a mind of its own, finding its way to her soft, warm thigh.

“Wh-What are you doing?” she asked, seeming to shrink a bit.

“Let’s not pretend we don’t know what’s going on.” he purred, his mind flooded with need.

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So this idea has been rattling around in my head that I wanted to get out there. Ian has had enough of fantasy and wants to make Sarah’s innocent friend his personal toy, whether she likes it or not, and eventually, she will. I do like more than just smut and I love detail. I prefer 3rd person past tense and Discord. I'd love to hear what you think, any ideas you may want to add. Feel free to message me!

Kinks include: Breeding/impregnation (everything to do with it), creampies, non-con turned enthusiastic, stolen innocence/corruption, size difference, D/s, interracial, bimbofication, age gap, possible romance and a whole host of other interests.

Limits include: bathroom stuff and gore in a sexualized way, underage, incest, but very few others.