Kaitlyn in the Doorway Ch. 03

Late on yet another restless night, I lay awake. The thoughts barrelled through my brain. The freedom that the presence of my 18-year old niece, Kaitlyn, had inspired continued in her absence. My wife, Sarah, and I, who had been relatively dormant for most of our married life, were suddenly fucking like teen-agers. Sarah loved getting to know the ravenous beast that lurked within me, and happily submitted to my aggressive tendencies.

And yet, Sarah wasn't Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn's tight young body and pussy, her long, silken hair and innocent brown eyes, her still unformed personality and endless eagerness to please, made for an intoxicating mix. She was irreplaceable. But she was back with her father and had stopped responding to my texts.

I got out of bed and made the familiar trek down our upstairs hallway to the study. For the hundredth time, I watched the video footage I had not known my wife was taking of her bright, pretty, innocent young niece fingering herself for me, spreading for me, sucking me off with abandon as I yanked her hair and whispered my filth to her.

Lost in my reverie, I was startled when Sarah appeared in the doorway. She looked from my face to the screen to my hard-on, which I'd liberated from my boxer briefs and clutched tightly with my right hand. After a long, quiet moment, she nodded and I nodded back.

I left the room, showered, and was gone. GPS said the drive to Kaitlyn was seven hours. I made it in six.

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At one point in my career as a writer I explored the detective genre and my lead character was a reformed thief. I channeled him just after dawn as I reached Kaitlyn's quiet suburban plan and parked two houses away, then watched and waited. At 9 a.m., Kaitlyn's father, Steven, emerged from their two-story house and left for his work day. Scanning the neighborhood for activity but finding none, I walked casually around their house and easily picked the lock of their back door.

I heard water running. She was there.

My cock pulsed in my pants. Blood thundered through my veins. I walked up the stairs and stood outside the bathroom, feeing her presence just feet away.

I peered into one bedroom quickly surmising it was her father's, then found Kaitlyn's on the second try. I walked to her unmade bed and leaned down to smell her sheets. Her cunt, her cum, had an unmistakable scent which felt like home. I happily inhaled.

The water stopped. I waited as her soft footsteps drew closer. Hidden by the door as she opened it, I watched her, naked, leaning slightly to dry her hair.

"Bend over," I said softly and evenly from just behind her.

She showed no signs of surprise or alarm. She leaned forward and pressed her hands onto her mattress.

I studied her - the smooth, arched, small of her back; the tight, supple jut of her ass; her long hair soaked black. God, had I missed her.

"Are you fucking him?" I asked, the "him" in question, her father, who I knew would be unable to resist her.

She nodded.

I slapped her ass hard with my right hand. My red finger prints were slow to fade from her pale skin. I slapped her again. Harder.

Without warning, I yanked her by the hair and forced her onto her knees.

"Take it out, slut," I spit.

Her hands trembled as she undid my buckle and unzipped me. My cock sprang into view, dripping slightly as it bounced.. I took it in my hand and used it like a billy-club on her face before shoving it into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged, then choked. Tears fell from her eyes as I held it in there, too far, too long, before finally allowing her breath.

"Did I say you could give your pussy to another man?" I asked angrily.

"No," she whimpered.

I shoved my dick back in her mouth, this time moving, fucking her face, in and out, in and out. I lifted her back to her feet then dragged her out of the room, into her father's, where I threw her, face down, onto the King-sized bed.

"Spread," I said.

She extended her arms and legs. I pulled leather straps from my pockets and tied her ankles and wrists to the bed's 4 sturdy posts. For several moments, I leaned down and tickled her slit with the fingers of my right hand. She was dripping, soaked, sensitive. She tried to grind her clit against the bed but could not find traction. I fingered her briefly then left the room.

I played with her for hours, leaving your strapped. I'd feed her dick then suck her twat and ass or finger blast her roughly, then disappear. She was begging to cum. Finally, I allowed it - drinking her juice as it gushed out of her, onto my tongue as I knelt behind her. Before she could even breathe I had my cock buried in her and she was cumming again. I fucked her with wild, angry abandon - each thrust accented by admonishments.

"You will NOT give your pussy to another man!"

"You will ONLY fuck your daddy if I say you fuck your daddy!"

"Your stupid whore cunt is MINE forever!"

As she climaxed a fourth time I felt my load migrating and shifted my position to her head where I coated her face with blast after blast of thick, saved-up cream.

"Wipe my cum on your daddy's pillow," I said.

As she buried her face as instructed we heard the garage door opening.

"Daddy's home," I whispered.