Little White Lies Ch. 09

"Maybe I'll just go find a picture of your little sister and see if I can't make myself look like her," she said, impressed with herself as she stood at the bathroom door, leaning against it and trying to look sexy.

"Jesus," Don groaned, looking up from near his dresser. He shook his head and closed his eyes, steadying himself.

Seizing the moment, she came forward quickly and gripped his cock with both hands again. He moaned weakly, swaying forward as she squeezed on it. She wasn't stroking, or being soft with it though, only gripping it. Seeing the flesh in her hands, it almost looked painful, but he was clearly enjoying what she was doing. She raised both hands up as she gripped him, and fell to her knees in front of him, her eyes never leaving his. Opening her mouth, she leaned forward a bit, but stopped a few inches short and held still, her eyes still looking up at him seductively.

"Oh... my... God..." Don said as she released the death grip she had on his cock.

She knew that he wasn't saying it out of physical relief. The sight of her on her knees in front of him, practically begging for him to shove his cock in her throat, was no doubt highly erotic and massively exciting for him. He groaned, his hands coming up and moving to the sides of her head for a moment as her heart started to pound in excitement.

With a grunt, he shook his head and dropped his hands. Clearly struggling with behaving himself, he swayed forward a bit, then back, just out of reach as she snaked her tongue out.

"No," he said, finally backing up. "We shouldn't. I'm not going to go back on what I told my son. I'll be okay."

As he spoke, he reached down and pulled her to her feet. She frowned, obviously disappointed that she hadn't been able to misbehave, but was happy that they'd had fun, nonetheless.

"I'm sorry, Papa," she said. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay. Dex went to work out and I figured that you might need release."

He shrugged and nodded. "I do, and I know that he says he's okay with it. I just don't want to be a possible cause of a fight, okay?"

"I know," she said. "Just let me know if you want to jerk off watching me play with myself or something today, okay?"

He chuckled, then went to get dressed. She stood, slightly disappointed, and left the room. Heading down the stairs, she was surprised to find that Dex hadn't gotten home yet.

Pulling on her clothes, she relaxed downstairs by cleaning a bit while she waited for him to get back. She didn't have to wait long, though, and about ten minutes later she heard him pull in. He came inside and laughed as he saw her run toward him and caught her as she leapt into his arms.

He kissed her fiercely, squeezing her tight, then started to carry her toward the stairs as she giggled.

"Are you still horny?" he asked.

"Very," she assured him.

Grinning, he looked down at her. "I met a nice married woman at the gym, and she was flirting with me a bit," he said.

She giggled as she slid to the ground, then pulled him toward the stairs. "Mmm, did you?" she asked.

He nodded, a cheeky grin on his face.

"I'm insanely jealous," she joked, giggling at him. "Why didn't you bring her home so that we could just ruin her for her husband?

He groaned, gripping her arms tightly and pulling her toward him.

"God... I want you... right here," he grunted.

A delightfully naughty plan formed in her mind then, and she looked up at him wickedly.

"How would my boyfriend like to fuck me the same way his dad did?" she asked, silently hoping that she didn't misjudge his appeal for something like that.

His looked down at her, a single eyebrow raised.

"You're sooo fucking sexy..." he said deeply, his tone making her pussy moisten her panties even more.

"Take your clothes off," she ordered.

He immediately started doing just that as she did the same. Stepping up to him, she couldn't help herself and immediately knelt and took his cock into her mouth, moaning in relief as she felt the warmth of his flesh where it truly belonged. She spent a couple of minutes on her knees, unable to contain her appetite for the act, partly because she loved it, but partly because she'd been so aroused by Don and had wanted to do this very thing for him.

"Tell me happened," he ordered, swaying back as she slid her lips along his shaft again and again.

She pulled his cock out and looked up, then stood. "The day of the party?" she asked, drawing a nod. She saw the desire to hear the story in his expression and delighted in prolonging telling it. Finally, she winked and looked innocently up at him.

"Well, Don was tending to a pesky little ant bite right on the inside of my thigh," she said, stroking his cock with one hand.

"Did you see him looking at your pussy?" he asked, groaning in appreciation as she stroked him, her grip fiercely strong.

"I did. But, at first, he was all business, doctoring my bite and being so sweet and caring. Me being who I am, didn't think about flashing him my pussy. But then he suddenly stood up straight and I saw his massive erection," she whispered. "He was making these lusty grunts and staring hard at my pussy, and I think he might have even been gripping himself. My pussy was soaked from seeing all those yummy cocks and sexy girls walking around naked, and I was practically oozing onto the counter."

Dex groaned, closing his eyes and shaking his head, then opening them again after a few seconds. Looking over, he pointed questioningly at a spot on the counter and she shook her head.

"I was sitting here," she said, moving over to the spot she'd been in when Don had taken her that first time, then hopping up on to it and assuming the position that she'd been in before.

"God... no wonder he couldn't fucking take it," he said, groaning as she put her feet up in the same way she had before.

"He was staring at my pussy like he wanted to devour it," she told him, reaching down and gently rubbing herself for him. "Then it just happened so quickly! I was so shocked and turned on when he grabbed me and just... shoved his cock in me," she said, talking slowly and staring at him provocatively.

Dex obviously couldn't take it anymore, and groaned, stepping up as she whimpered in anticipation. In one swift motion he grabbed her in much the same way that Don had and slid his cock completely inside. She cried out in surprise, clutching at him as he held her there, locked in his arms as his cock slid into her.

Stepping back, her held her there for a few seconds, grunting in approval as she whimpered in response, then turned, still holding her. He moved over to the wall that Don had fucked her up against, and she whimpered loudly.

"Oh fuck... you're going to fuck me just like Papa did?" she asked, hoping that Dexter wanted to hear that.

He groaned, practically slamming her up against the wall and ramming his cock hard up into her. She whimpered, nodding and pulling at his hair. He snarled and kissed her hard, fucking her back up against the wall, grunting with effort.

She whimpered, nodding and clutching at him. "That's it, baby. Keep fucking me. Punish me!"

"Such a... fucking... slut," he grunted, holding her tight.

"I'm such a bad girl, baby," she agreed, his cock hammering again and again into her.

She felt her pussy spasm a bit and she thought back to the first time. Don had seemed so upset by it all. She had an image of the two of them in the kitchen, as if she were standing were Erin had been. Don had his hand on her throat and was pressing hard.

She shook her head, sensing something wrong with the memory, and winced as the Don in her mind slapped her, then started to squeeze his hand on her throat. Realizing that tears were forming, she tried to force the dark thoughts from her mind. An image that terrified her flashed into her mind in that moment. She was screaming silently, Don's hand around her throat and squeezing fiercely. He was completely inside her, but the look on his face was... malicious. The vision seemed to switch back to them fucking like normal again, but it still felt wrong. She kept begging him to stop, and whimpered in protest, still feeling Dex thrusting into her in the real world.

The vision continued, and she heard the image of herself begging him to stop, but he just kept going. Why wasn't he listening? Why wasn't he stopping?

"STOP IT!" she screamed.

The piercing sound of her own voice shattered the image in her mind, and she opened her eyes in surprise, seeing Dex looking at her in shock and fear. She realized that he'd pulled out and set her on the ground and was standing at least a foot away.

"What... what happened?" she asked, looking around and then at Dex. He looked scared.

"You just screamed for me to stop," he said, his hands up defensively, palms out. "Are you... did I hurt you?"

"Oh... baby... no!" she said. "No... no... no..."

She wiped her eyes, shaking her head and quietly wondering what the hell just happened.

"Sweetie are you okay?" he asked, kneeling beside her.

She nodded, wiping her face again. He reached down and took her hand, and she let him help her up.

"Come on, let's go to my room and we can talk," he said.

Sniffling, she let him lead her to his room, and she was surprised that Don hadn't come to check on the noise, but then figured he might not have heard. She went and sat on the bed; her face was downcast as he shut the door.

"I'm sorry for ruining the fun," she said, sniffling.

"Jessie, what happened," he said, kneeling in front of her.

She sighed, shrugging. "I'm not sure. I was having fun, and then I had another... dream... I guess, like the one before."

He sighed, brushing a hair from her face. "I'm sorry," he said.

She shook her head. "You don't need to be sorry. I don't know why this keeps happening."

He nodded and continued to kneel as silence descended on the two. A few minutes later, they were lying in bed, her nuzzled against him, his arm around her protectively.

"Can I ask you something?" he whispered, drawing her soft gaze up to him.

She nodded.

"When... you think of what happened between you and my dad... is it scary... or is it... I don't know, something else?"

She sighed. "At first, I could think about it and feel the excitement of what happened. I guess it would be like you thinking about the first time you had Donna."

He nodded.

"But now... I'm not sure. I just keep seeing this angry man... raping me up against a wall... and I hate even saying that, because that's not what happened."

He nodded again, brushing a hair from her face.

"It might not have been something I planned, but... I was... I was okay with it when it was happening, you know?"

He gave her a caring look and nodded. "I do."

"Does that make you upset?"

He shook his head. "No, because we talked about it and we're past it. I guess the question is... does it bother you now?"

She sighed. "Honestly... I don't think so. I don't know what caused it to happen again. I mean... I can close my eyes and picture it, and it makes me happy," she said, closing her eyes and demonstrating.

"Maybe it's just a heat of the moment type of thing. I know my own brain can conjure up some weird thoughts in the heat of the moment. I'm sure it's okay. As long as you're really okay with what happened between you and my dad, I'm sure you're fine."

She kissed him and nuzzled his cheek. "You're the best," she said. "I'm sorry I spoiled our fun."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm sure we'll have fun again," he told her.

She giggled, and the two fell silent for a bit.

"So, Erin mentioned that Lacey invited you and I, and Donna and John, out to a barbecue at her folks house," she said, suddenly turning over and looking at him, her head propped up on her arm.

"Oh yeah?" he asked. "That sounds fun."

"I think so too. I hope it is, at least. We can always leave and come back here or my place and fuck."

He nodded. "You want to go and shower or something?" he asked. "Nap maybe?"

"Mmm, I better get cleaned up and go home. I've got to think about what I'll be wearing."

"Might want to ask Erin for details," he said. "Let me know if it's something special."

She nodded and leaned in to kiss him before they both stood and started to get dressed.

After they finished, she took a second to say goodbye to Don, who looked up and waved cheerfully at her. It was obvious that he hadn't heard her yell.

A few minutes later, while they were driving back to her apartment, Dex turned and looked at her.

"You know, you might go and apply to be a waitress at that restaurant we ate at with Vicky and Eric that first time," he said.

She looked over. "The one with the waitresses in the skimpy little outfits?" she asked.

"That's the one," he said, confirming her guess. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"Being a waitress?" she asked, not fully understanding.

"The skimpy clothes, goofy," he said, looking at her flatly.

She giggled when she realized what he was getting at.

"That's true!" she said excitedly. "Plus, I've heard that they make pretty good money there, and I'd get to have fun being an exhibitionist for all the people ogling my goodies, and then come home and fuck my boyfriend because I've been thinking about sex all day!"

He chuckled. "Yeah, that was my train of thought too."

"I bet I'll have time tomorrow to apply!" she said.

A few minutes later, he pulled in to the complex and into a spare spot. After a quick kiss on the lips, she hopped out and went inside, waving back as he pulled out.

Once inside, she saw that Donna and John were out and was a little disappointed. She'd been wanting to see if they'd enjoyed themselves the night before and talk about what had happened that morning. Donna was perfectly positioned to have a unique perspective, not to mention that she also had no trouble being honest.

She went and stripped down, then climbed in bed for a nap. She wasn't too tired but knew that she and Dex would be up late that night, and she was at least a little worn out from her exertions the night before. Despite not feeling all that tired, sleep came quickly.

**

A couple of hours later, she awoke and looked at the clock. Surprised that she had slept as long as she had, she went and made herself a snack, then went about cleaning up the apartment and doing some laundry. That evening, she took the opportunity to shave her legs and everything else below her waist, save for the little tuft of pubic hair she preferred to keep.

After hopping out of the shower, she texted Erin about where the party was and what to expect, then dressed to match what she'd been told. For clothes, she chose of her sexy little black dresses that would give Dex easy access if he wanted to get frisky in some dark corner at the party. It was nicely dangerous looking, and the top had spaghetti straps and was low-cut enough that accentuated her cleavage. It was designed to be worn without a bra, and she realized that it would show off her "Sex Toy" tattoo. A flash of the look on his face when he saw what she was wearing flashed into her head, and she was certain that he would love it. She still felt bad for not letting him cum earlier and freaking out on him like she had. Since then, she'd been determined to show him a good time that evening.

After getting completely dressed, she heard her roommates come in through the front door, talking easily with each other.

"Hey guys," she said, coming out of her room.

"Damn," Donna said, walking toward her. The brunette paused a foot away, a mildly shocked expression clear on her face. "Are you trying to look like pure sex?"

Jessie winked at her, then shrugged as she looked at John. He'd shut the door and was walking over, grinning like an idiot. He couldn't even make a smart-ass remark he was so taken with her, and she felt a surge of excitement as she saw the unmistakable hunger for her in his eyes.

"That's the effect I was going for, yeah," she said, forcing herself to focus.

Donna unsurprisingly kissed her on the lips, but Jessie giggled and pushed her back a step, shaking her head and quickly putting a stop to any shenanigans.

"How would y'all want to go to a barbecue with Erin and Alec tonight?" she asked, letting Donna content herself with exposing a nipple and leaning down to suck on it softly, her tongue warm and soft.

John nodded and stepped up as Donna stood up straight and looked back at him. He shrugged, still mainly focused on Jessie. Donna turned back a second later.

"We're in," she said. "What time and where?"

"I don't know yet, but I'll text you the address, but you guys should go ahead and get ready now. I'm heading over to Dex's and I'll send it to you when Erin gives it to me."

"Okay," Donna said. "That should give me enough time to get slutty."

"Wonderful," Jessie said, kissing her best friend again.

John seemed to have recovered his wits and winked as he stepped up, pulling Donna back and admiring Jessie's dress. He whistled, and she smirked as he stepped up and kissed her softly on the lips, eliciting an excited little whimper from her.

Snickering, she looked up at him. "Hey handsome," she said, tracing a finger along his chest. "Like what I've got on?"

He chuckled, then took an exaggerated look at her body. Then, in one swift motion, he pulled his shorts down and showed her the erection he was sporting. She frowned pitifully at him, taking it in her hand.

"Wish I had time to take care of that poor guy," she said, bending over and taking the head in her mouth, sucking hard for a few seconds and then starting to stand.

"I've honestly been clogged up worse than an oilfield shitter all day. Donna's been pretty relentless," he said, his hand moving to the back of her head and pulling her lips back down as she giggled at his description. She pulled her skirt up as his free hand pushed her too her knees, causing her to snicker and steady herself on his hips.

He grunted in pleasure as her tongue ran around the head, and she whimpered happily as a surge of pleasure rushed through her when he forced his cock further into her mouth. Thrusting against her face, his cock pushed in and out of her mouth. The sounds coming from the poor pent-up guy told her that he wasn't going to take long to get his obviously much needed relief.

"Fuck," he grunted, thrusting and then withdrawing. "Suck the head," he grunted, taking two fingers and stroking himself.

She looked up obediently, doing exactly what he told her to do and sucking on the bulbous crown, whimpering in happiness again. John grunted weakly, then thrust again before moving his hand out of the way and shoving his shaft fully into her mouth again.

"There," he grunted, crying out in pleasure and raising his hands above his head.

"Mmmhmm," she whimpered, sucking hard and swallowing as warm, yummy cum filled her mouth.

John's cries of pleasure sounded like they'd been much needed, and she swallowed again and again, drinking as much of his yummy cum as she could. Finally, he staggered back, and she giggled, slurping an errant dribble of cum from her lips and swallowing it down where it belonged. Swiftly standing, she turned and saw Donna frowning at the two of them.

"Shit-ass," she said, scowling at her boyfriend. "Come on, let's go touch up your face, shorty."

Jessie giggled, following her best friend and taking a few minutes to get back to the way she'd been before John had fucked her face and cum in her mouth. Donna was a magician with that sort of thing, though, and she knew she would be happy with the result of her efforts. John of course, was relentlessly horny, and immediately followed to pester them both. She felt him gripping her hips and lifting her skirt, his fingers playing down below. She finally turned and lifted her dress up over her rump, then let him pull aside her panties and rub his still hard cock on her butt. Bending over while Donna moved around front with an irritated sigh at her boyfriend, Jessie fought to hold still to let her finish touching her up.