I exhaled, drumming my fingertips restlessly against the side of the coffee mug from which I’d been sipping on for the past fifteen minutes. Perhaps you regretted offering me a cup, but you’d done so out of courtesy. However, I obviously had no intent on reciprocating that courtesy based on how I spent more time ogling your bust rather than listening to the laundry list you aired out in my direction. ‘How could you corrupt my sweet daughter like that’, ‘do you know how devastated Ashley’s boyfriend is’, and of course the most boring statement of all: ‘you have an obligation to make this right’.

When you finally finished yapping (Christ, I thought you’d never shut up), I put out two palms, lifting them up and down playfully. “A college slut who gives me her holes whenever I want, does whatever I want, lets me do to her whatever I want, all with a smile on her face or…. Doing the right thing.” One hand immediately dropped onto the table, leaving my thoughts about everything you’d just said painfully clear. Your daughter was a consenting adult, after all. And we both knew that I could bury you in legal fees you pursued a sexual harassment lawsuit. All you could do was accept that your daughter no longer had a future as anything other than a slave to pleasure so long as she was with me, perhaps even after we stopped being together.

How the hell did I do it? You heard rumors about people who fell to the wayside: the college dropout turned druggie, the high school jock who’d suffered a blowout injury to the knee, the occasional single mother preyed upon by multi-level marketing schemes. But how could it happen to Ashley, your daughter… if you could really call the person who walked through your front door at the end of freshmen year your daughter. The way her gaze radiated nothing but absolute love and devotion while she clung to my arm. The way she giggled, not scowled, when I slapped her bottom in too short jean shorts in public. The way she beamed up at the camera, displaying the load she’d just received before swallowing it dutifully with a smile, flaunting the handprints on her neck and breasts with pride. Is that girl even Ashley anymore? Could she even go back to being Ashley? You lamented.

I leaned back, stretching my shoulders as I entwined the fingers of both hands behind a head of wavy brown hair colored like a Cocobolo desk. “But… I don’t want you to think that I’m entirely unreasonable, so I’m willing to make a counteroffer.”

Your eyes narrowed with suspicion. No doubt there was a catch. But if the alternative was me walking out the front door, you may as well listen. “What is it?”

“I’ll break up with Ashley. And I’ll be a real dick about it too. In fact, I’ll even pretend I blackmailed her into sleeping with me under the guise that she’d lose her job if she didn’t. Wouldn’t that make her stupid cuck boyfriend feel like a magnanimous saint for taking her back under those circumstances? I’ll put in a good wood to the right people, get her a full time position and even fast track her to a promotion if she can handle the work. Doesn’t it all sound disgustingly peachy?” I chuckled, drawing a small heart with my two index fingers in the air between us. My eyes shamelessly flickered from yours toward your opulent teats, lingering on them with lustful indecency, even gently biting down on my bottom lip. “But in return, I want you.”

This was some bad fucking mojo. Like, King Trident taking Little Mermaid’s place in Ursula’s den mojo. “For how long?”

My shoulders rose and fell in a careless, offhand fashion. “Until I get bored. That’s about how long I planned on staying with your daughter, anyway. Ashley’s got a great body after all; it’s obvious who she gets it from.”

I disgusted you. You bet I didn’t even wash your daughter’s cunt juices off of my cock since last night. How could I say something so crass so freely? I was probably half, maybe even less than half your age. You were a married woman who hadn’t known the touch of a man except that of your husband’s once in a blue moon. And yet the ravenous coals that were my eyes stared at you as if the clothes on your back didn’t even exist, as if I wanted to take you right then and there, on this mahogany dining table. But you knew that last part wasn’t an as if.

You couldn’t help but wonder if I’d change you just as much as her.

Silence. Outside, there were rustling leaves and colliding wind chimes. I stood up, walked over and quietly extended my hand. Your eyes flickered from mine, then you wordlessly reached your own hand out, sealing the pact with a singular shake. My grip was firm. You knew it was just as firm, if not firmer when those fingers were around your daughter’s throat, in her hair, or on her thighs. And the way I looked at you, peered into those wide eyes of yours, confirmed that I knew that you knew.

I leaned against the table’s edge, wearing a cruel smile that befitted a gladiator who’d beaten down their opponent so badly they no longer had the strength to surrender. “Good. And since I was the one who proposed this generous offer, I think I’m due for a gift, wouldn’t you agree? A token of a bargain well struck.”

My right hand approached your face, looming like a foreign invader ready to colonize. Naturally, you recoiled, only to stop when I inhaled sharply through the gaps in my teeth. Tsk tsk tsk. It was all I needed. You would take your daughter’s place, here and now, or I’d rescind everything we accomplished thus far. You could only sit there, frozen in place as a finger reached out, the tip resting on your quivering bottom lip, tugging downward on it ever so slightly until your mouth fell open into the shape of a small ‘O’.

“Well? Get on with it.” I murmured. Your eyes flickered toward my groin, where you knew what lay underneath gave your daughter a new life and would bequeath the same to you.

My vision and relevant kinks: The setting is futuristic in the sense that human society has advanced to a point where men and women view sexuality more freely, leading to a schism between those who even proudly exhibit their submissive partners in public and those who cling to the ways of the old world. Your character comes from a conservative background, perhaps even Catholic and shunned the pleasures of the flesh. While you and your friends publicly express distaste for women who’ve ‘degraded’ themselves by accepting unorthodox positions in society, you harbor a secret interest as to what a life could be like, having found your current life boring and uninteresting. You accept the deal my character offers. While lying to yourself that you’re doing these deeds for the sake of your daughter and to preserve her future, your shame at committing such acts gradually transforms into a love for your newfound position and my character before fully committing to be his personal slut.

Young women get enough love as it is. Let’s share the submission, cheating, holdthemoan, bondage, sadism, spanking and roughness with MILFs too, I say. Many more are optional and available upon request.

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