Odd Jobs

The justifications came fast and furious as I accepted a blow job from Zelda, my tenant, the daughter of my best friend and a girl less than half my age. Making a list of reasons why it was okay to be having that particular girl sucking my cock, I hedonistically enjoyed the fabulous sensations while a remote, almost separate part of my mind squirmed, trying to twist what was happening into something okay to be doing.

Enjoying her warm, wet mouth enthusiastically sliding so deliciously over my erection, I recalled her doing that nine months before, in the winter. I'd been astonished by her desire to have sex with me then, and was once again blow away that she was willing to blow me.

Zelda took my cock deep into her mouth, as far back as she could into her throat and I groaned as sensations flooded through me. Appearing perfectly happy, Zelda moved her succulent mouth up and down my shaft, clearly relishing the sucking me as she explored as much of my cock as her lips and tongue could reach. I was certainly enjoying it. As she lightly ran her trim, working-woman's fingernails over my balls and exposed shaft, she grinned, teasing me exquisitely.

A selfish, approval hungry part of me unworthily thought maybe I deserved to have a teenager sucking me off. It wasn't the first time, so why fight it now? But I had tried to stop her. Feebly, but I'd made an effort.

In and out, Zelda suckled me, moving her mouth over my hard-on and I hoped she was enjoying having me in her mouth as much as I was enjoying being there. It was difficult to say looking down at her face, the small woman on her knees, peering up at me as she took me deep in her throat, her tongue dancing all over the underside of my member.

I felt shocked, terrified and mesmerized all at once, but, I admit I'd stopped asking her to stop pretty much as soon as she lowered her mouth to my pole and kissed the knob. A depraved part of me argued why not just let it happen, if she wants it too? I'd wanted her to put my erection in her mouth for so long, I didn't know how to resist, same as last time.

Nine months. Nine months pretending I hadn't fucked her daughter whenever around Zelda's mom, Lizbeth. Almost a year pretending to those that worried about me that I hadn't had any sex in years. Pretending to myself that I was cool to never repeat what had happened late one night when Zelda got scared and crawled into bed with me.

Zelda had known me her whole life. I was friends with her parents before she was even born, I've known her mom since college and have been like an Uncle to Zelda forever. The realization that she had wanted me for a long time when she crawled into my bed last winter and then letting her seduce me had been pretty disturbing. It was weird because, among many reasons, she'd used to always want her mom and I to get to together in spite of us repeated letting Zelda know Lizbeth and I were more like siblings.

For years she'd tried to get her Mom to be with me, but we insisted that we were too much like brother and sister to have a romance and eventually Zelda had dropped it. Yet somewhere inside, it seemed something had been percolating inside her fertile mind.

Last time we'd slept together, Zelda told me she compared her lovers at University to me and found them lacking. After fulfilling her fantasy of sleeping with me, I couldn't help but wonder if she'd been with anyone since and if I still measured up to her original fantasy.

Zelda happily continued deep-throating me as I remembered the moment I realized she'd wanted to have sex with me snuggled in my guest bed in her Mom's house. It had been a chilly winter night and a frightened nocturnal visitor crept into my bed and seduced me in spite of my rather feeble efforts to dissuade her. We'd always been close because I was the kind of family friend that would come by and pay attention to her when the other grown-ups just wanted to talk to each other. I was among the first to treat her like a grown up and tried to never make her feel anything other than safe, loved and special, so taking advantage of her was not something I'd wanted to do.

However, I could never deny her anything she really wanted and she proved that night what she wanted was me. Back when her parents split up and later when she and her Mom moved away, I'd done my best to be someone she could trust and connect with. Whenever she and her mom needed my help with anything, I was there, if possible.

Removing my cock from her mouth, Zelda began to run her soft lips up and down the sides of my shaft, her tongue wriggling along my flesh, teasing me. The lewd way she used her mouth made me moan deep in my throat, making Zelda smile. It was excitingly taboo to be engaged in a sex act with her and the more excited she got the greater the titillation I felt.

Zelda had gushed over my physique that first night, which felt amazing coming from someone as adorable, attractive and sexy as Zelda was. I'm a working man who, eats healthily and doesn't over indulge in much of anything, but in my forties, balding, greying and stuck in my ways, I never anticipated a woman still in her teens would ever want me. But twice now she had slipped past my defences and seduced me.

As Zelda began to suck and bathe my balls, my justifications continued.

'She does owe me rent...' I uncharitably thought.

Zelda was broke and I was her landlord. This was her idea of a way to pay rent. No matter how much I also found it exciting, she considered it payment for her shelter since she didn't have any money. Zelda's folks had raised her to pay her debts. They weren't wealthy, but they worked hard and were proud to be able to make their way in the world without taking handouts. We all were. Yet when Zelda had needed to move to the city for University there wasn't much money. The options for schools and a place to live were limited. To make matters worse, Zelda's Mom lost her job as a therapist when the organization she worked for closed just before Zelda moved and it got much harder to make ends meet.

Luckily, I was able to help once more.

Most of Zelda's life, I'd been broke, like most of the folks we all knew, but a few years back I had managed to scrape enough together to start my own business and it had taken off. I'd moved to the city, bought a house and was making more money than I knew what to do with. My kid was finished university and I'd paid all her student loans. She'd moved away for work, leaving a vacancy at my place.

Naturally, I offered Zelda a room to live in while she attended school. Lizbeth and I had worked out a deal where Lizbeth would pay $300 a month for the room, even though I insisted I didn't want it. I couldn't say no to either Lizbeth or Zelda, both because her mom was a force to be reckoned with, but also because I cared about them too much to argue with her.

Once Zelda realized that the rent money was going to dry up because of her Mom's job loss, she and her Mom had agreed that Zelda would do whatever odd jobs she could around the house to make up for not being able to pay rent. I was pretty embarrassed to have her cleaning my place, cooking for me and fixing little things I hadn't gotten around to. I knew her mom was pushing her to find any little odd jobs she could to make up for not being able to pay me rent for her room. I hoped they understood, I would happily let her stay for free, but they insisted.

When she first moved in, there was an almost awkward, shyness between us as she settled into living with me for the first time. Even though I'd stayed at her house all through her childhood and she'd visited my old place many times, I was in a new house and nothing was familiar to her, including my stiff, reserved demeanour with her those first few days. I'm not very talkative at the best of times, but usually I have no problem discussing uncomfortable subjects, but her youth and the illicit nature of our first encounter choked the words in my throat.

That first time together we had not used a condom and I'd finished inside Zelda. The act of cumming inside her had been powerfully erotic for both of us, her begging me to do it and it making me cum harder than ever before. Spilling my sperm inside such a ripe, potentially fertile young woman had been a highlight of my entire sexual life.

However, it had been tense and awkward communicating about it the next day with her mother right there. We both texted each other on social media and she assured me she would take a Morning After pill. I transferred her money for it and we flirted back and forth, enjoying the playful game of teasing each other in the room with her mom.

However as soon as we went back to our real lives communication dropped off and reduced to sending memes fairly quickly, then silence. I'd assumed she felt badly about what we did and guilt kept me from communicating with her like a mature person should have.

The planning for her to move in frightened and thrilled me. I did my best to pretend nothing had happened between us for some dumb reason and, as she settled in, Zelda adapted my attitude. Her work around the house as she did odd jobs to make up the lack of rent was impeccable, her general demeanour warm and friendly, as usual, so i decided to let the past be the past, assuming we'd never be together again.

Then, only a week since Zelda had moved in, I had unthinkingly complained that my neck and shoulders were stiff from work. Of course Zelda immediately offered to give me a massage, constantly vigilant for ways to pay me back for letting her live there for free. Hesitating, I then remembered Zelda had often given her Mom massages and I thought she might be good at it.

As usual, I had been reluctant to take advantage of the much younger woman, but Zelda gave me her best imitation of her mother's glare and told me not to be stupid. Impressed with her, I laughed and relented.

"Where can we do this? On the floor?" she'd asked.

"Bit painful, I think" I mused.

"Your bed!" Zelda offered and rushed toward the stairs to my room.

Reluctant to be on a bed with her again, having not yet spoken about our night of passionate sex, I didn't follow right away. Seemly unconcerned, she looked back and beckoned me.

"Come on!"

Zelda reached for my hand and I enjoyed the womanly feel of her soft, tiny hand as she pulled me up the stairs behind her. Before Zelda plunged into my home, it had been days since anyone had touched me, weeks since my last hug and I hadn't been with any women since the astonishing night with Zelda the winter before.

Simply holding her hand was a thrill.

When I took off my shirt, Zelda's eyes widened. The last time we'd been together she'd gushed over my body, making me flex for her as she ran her hand, then mouth over my muscles, but it had been a dark night. That was the first time she had a full view of my torso and her face told me she was pretty impressed.

I'm pretty cleanly defined, not big, but strong. I rarely take my shirt off, because in spite of wanting the female attention, its embarrassing when it happens. I get shy, assuming women will judge me for being too vain, but I really love the way a woman responds to my body when I'm in good shape. I can't help it.

After a moment of her ogling my torso while I blushed, Zelda told me to get on the bed and I complied. Zelda knelt on the bed beside me and began to massage oil covered hands across my neck and upper back.

Yes, I have massage oil, so what?

The first few moments were uncomfortable, the intimacy of her touch and the nature of our relationship so complex. Before we'd fucked, she rarely ever touched me after she'd reached puberty. I had thought that natural and hadn't questioned it. So, not only had it been a long time since we'd been physically close, now the past sex was hanging over us, never discussed.

Feeling like a coward for not having a conversation about what happened on New Years night, I maintained my silence as her wonderful hands kneaded sore muscles. The slide of her slippery hands over my flesh was titillating, stirring unseemly thoughts. Yet, soon her skill and the enjoyment I got from her massaging sore muscles overcame the desire I had for a girl I'd known her whole life.

As I drifted under the spell of her magical hands, I recalled that even as a child Zelda hadn't called me uncle as she did to most of her parent's male friends. Our connection had always been different. Closer. We conspired and whispered inconsequential secrets and when we played imagination games she'd always called me her husband.

Just as the memory came back to me, as if in perfect synchronicity she blurted out.

"Do you remember how I always called you Dear and Husband when I was little? I loved pretending we were married and now here we are living like a real married couple."

My muffled laugh rumbled back at me from the crook of my arm where I cradled my head.

"You know I would never let a wife do so much house work on her own, right?"

"Maybe." she thought for a moment, the replied. "But you'd have to divide the labour and maybe the deal would end up the same way we have it."

Still rubbing, she massaged my back seeking knots and working them hard while I endured her ministrations.

"Maybe your wife's love language would be acts of service, just like yours." Zelda said using a phrase I didn't know.

"My love language?"

"Yeah! How you express your feelings. It a thing most people do. You ought to try it."

I had to assume she meant I was supposed to be the adult who brought up the elephant in the room, but I was too lulled by the excellent massage to end it by getting into a deep conversation.

"Nah. I tried that once. It didn't feel good."

Luckily she laughed. probably because I was usually pretty good at expressing myself, unlike the men her Mom dated... and her Dad truth be told. There was just that one, huge conversation...

We fell into a more comfortable silence and Zelda worked diligently on my aching back. After a time, she crawled over me and knelt on the other side to work an area she couldn't reach, being small at five foot three.

"Damn, you are good at this" I complimented her as she loosened a fairly old knot in my lower back

"Thank you!" she beamed, loving the approval.

Recalling Zelda had daddy issues and felt abandoned by him, I'd stroked her sense of pride in doing a good job at something. She deserved to know it was a good job, but I also knew she was susceptible to compliments. However, I think taking pride in hard work is a good thing. My work was very physical and I do yoga every day afterwards to decompress and keep healthy, but every place she massaged felt like corded rope, tight and sore until she worked it loose. She was legitimately earning my praise.

Soon after, Zelda swung one leg over my buttocks and straddled me, sitting on my butt and beginning to massage along the ridges of my spine. It should have been innocent, she had crawled all over me like monkey bars the whole first half of her life, but she was a woman now, we'd had sex once and I could feel the heat coming from her vagina through both our jeans.

Reminding myself I was her landlord, old family friend and twice her age, I tried not to grow erect as she pressed herself to my buttocks. Intoxicated by her excellent hands, I was none-the-less profoundly aware of her pussy pressing against my butt and the memory of being inside her last winter. As she rocked back and forth on top of me, giving my back long up and down strokes with both hands, I recalled her grinding back against me as I fucked her from behind, spooned together for warmth in a chilled bedroom.

I groaned in appreciation of the press of her hands on my back and with the tormenting erotic memory of cumming inside her. The sound was unintentionally erotic and I felt myself flush.

"Good spot?" she asked archly.

"Fuuuuck yeah..."I drawled languidly.

Being caressed by her slippery hands was deeply erotic and I found that my body was responding to her touch in spite of my attempt to stay reserved. Now that my cock remembered fucking Zelda, I couldn't stop my thoughts from going to lewd places.

'Maybe I should ask for a happy ending' a sinister part of me whispered.

Even as I smiled to myself about it, I felt myself grow warmer at the thought. Allowing her hands to roam, Zelda caressed me while I indulged in the idea of fucking her again. For several moments her small, strong hands ceased being instruments of toil, my libido converting them into tools of erotic delight. Sliding over my flesh, Zelda both gratified my hunger for touch and worked out uncomfortable stiffness. The caress of her soft hands fulfilled my longing for her and craving for a her touch.

Leaning further forward, she massaged the muscles of my shoulders bunched up by my ears because my head rested on my forearms. The massage felt over, Zelda wasn't being as clinical at all, the sensation feeling far more sensual the way she stroked rather than kneaded my muscles.

A small woman, Zelda had a long way to reach sitting on my buttocks- I'm around six feet. As she leaned her weight on her hands, exploring my shoulders., Zelda wriggled her hips and ground herself into my bum. Enraptured by what she was doing, I grew more and more aroused as I lay beneath her increasingly agitated body.

"I think that's good, thank you" I murmured up at her.

Scrambling off me she said. "Great!"

Feeling a little drunk, I marvelled by how powerfully horny I was. As she sat on the bed for a moment, I found I wanted to run my hands through her long hair. Gazing at her, I saw she looked odd, dazed and out of sorts. Taking a moment to compose herself, Zelda almost ran her hands through the hair I was staring at, but she had lotion on them. Looking around for something to use to clean them, she and I made eye contact, a lot of unsaid words passing between us.

"What?" she asked.

"Uh, are you... um..."

Halfway though, I stopped myself from asking if she were as horny as I was and switched gears.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome" she smiled at me and held up her oily hands.

'Let me get you towel."

Automatically I jumped off the bed to help her. As I did so Zelda caught a glimpse at the front of my pants and the significant bulge therein. I knew what she was looking at and felt hope bloom in my chest that she might let me fuck her again, quickly followed with layers of shame. Even if she weren't wildly inappropriate for all the reasons, I'd not followed up on our night together well, behaving like a shitty lover.

When I returned with a towel for her, Zelda stared directly at my groin seeing the prominent erection. Wiping her hands, she couldn't take her eyes off it as I stood awkwardly watching her clean herself.

Shocking me, Zelda fell to her knees, still wiping her hands.

"What are you doing." I asked quietly.

Zelda dropped the towel and reached a hand for my bulge, cupping my girth. I leapt back and Zelda gazed up at me, mortified, but hopeful.

"I apologize. I didn't mean to make you hard."

"Shit!"

"No. Don't be embarrassed. It's my fault."

"It isn't. Don't say that Zelda. It's me."

"I was the one who was rubbing you like a perv."

"No. I should be able to control myself."

"But I was grinding my pussy on you."

"Jeezus." I took a step back pressing against the wall of my room.

It was still surprising to hear her swear and, even though we'd had sex before, I was having a difficult time allowing myself to give in to the sexual tension in the room Shame, guilt and a humiliating hunger for her affection stole my confidence.

"Let me help you." Shuffling on her knees, she reached for my belt and pulled on it. "Let me make it better."

"Zelda!" I gently batted her hand away, but secretly wanted her to touch me.

"Think about it. This is perfect" she encouraged me. "I owe you money... and I loved our last time together. Did you?

"So very much..."

Looking down at her concerned hazel eyes melted my heart. "I really do want to" I affirmed.

"And I want to please you so badly" she admitted to me.

She got my buckle undone before I twisted my hips away.

"Zelda this isn't right. I'm your landlord now." I was embarrassed by that being the reason i offered to stop.

"This can be one more odd job I do around the house" she grinned wickedly, spiking lust along my cock.

Dexterously, her nimble fingers reached for the top button of my jeans. Twisting my hips again, I managed to pull hard enough that half the buttons of my button-fly jeans popped open when she held one side as I tried to get away.

"You can be my Sugar Daddy."

I froze. Those words happened to be important to me.

Encouraged by my reaction Zelda continued.

"I will do anything you want..." Reaching up Zelda gently stroked her fingers over the erection still hidden in my partially undone jeans. "And in return you'll take care of me. You want to take care of me don't you...?" I nodded, her words an unasked for treasure I'd longed for. "Its just a little adjustment to our existing deal. I'm opening up the services I'll provide."

"Zelda. Please stop."

Having exactly what I wanted presented in the perfect package except for the unfortunate detail that her mother was my best friend caused me real anguish. My voice sounded more pleading than authoritative. Once again I shifted my hips to move my erection from her groping fingers.

"You like me, don't you?" there was honest insecurity in her question.

Regretting letting her ever wonder about how I felt about her after New Years, I had to tell her. Nodding, unable to deny the obvious, I gazed down at her as her hands slowly slid to my thighs.

"I appreciate how you look after me. It makes me feel so loved." Zelda was saying all the right words.

Fingertips drifted over denim covered thighs as she gazed longingly up at me.

"You don't have to be lonely anymore. Not when I'm willing to fulfill your needs." Zelda spoke the naked truth letting me see her sincerity.

Roaming fingers skimmed over my jeans back up to my button-fly.

"I want to make you feel good."

One by one she popped the rest of my buttons.

"I'm the bad girl that made you hard. Let me fix it" she said in a playfully girlish voice.

Looking up at me from her knees, Zelda made eye contact, seeing my torment, letting me see her desire. Being more sincere once again, she continued.

"Owen you deserve this. Let me give you just a little happiness." Zelda cupped my bulge with one hand while pulling my pants open with the other. "Last time was spectacular. I can't stop thinking about it."

That was the exact confirmation I'd been wanting.

"Please." Running her restless hands up and down my thighs, she implored me, making me feel powerful, washing away all my doubts and shame.

"Wouldn't you like to have a Sugar Baby?" Once again I went still. "Wouldn't it be nice to have an adoring girl do anything you like. I do adore you Owen. I always have."

"I love you Zelda..."

Smiling, pleased to get what she wanted, Zelda pulled her t-shirt over her head. In a bra and her jeans, she knelt before me letting me gape at her. Then the young woman undid her bra and let it fall from her breasts. Leaning back Zelda sent a tremendous thrill through me, offering her nudity for me to ogle Seeing her bare breasts exposed for the first time- it having been dark last time and she'd not taken off her top- I was stunned by how fantastic her breasts were.

Astonishingly perfect for her frame, her small, full breasts were exquisitely proportioned to her ideal little body. Achingly adorable, she showed off her toned torso, flat, smooth tummy taut and flexed as she leaned back, her slender arms strong, slim and feminine supporting her sleight weight. Zelda's slender neck and delicate clavicles seemed designed for kissing, her cute face more sweet than stunning made my heart ache with desire.

"Now we're both topless."

I blinked a long, slow blink and stared at her exposed chest avidly. Last time we'd fucked I hadn't had the opportunity to really see her body like this and the sight was everything I could have dreamed. After glimpsing her body over the years, actually seeing Zelda's breasts was special. Her firm, smooth orbs were capped with pale, pink nipples, hard and delicious looking. Seeing such perfect breasts on someone who I knew so well, but had never seen naked added keenly to my enjoyment of her nudity.

Zelda reached up and began to caress my prominent abdominal muscles. Our last time together she'd seemed to love running her hands over the hard muscles when I tensed.

"Just think of it Owen... I could fulfill your every desire in exchange for room and board."

Moving her face close to my hidden erection, she spoke directly to my throbbing cock.

"I loved sucking you last time. It's one of my favourite things to do. And yours is the best I've had"

Zelda nuzzled her face against my straining erection covered by my jeans. Pressed against the wall, I was trapped.

"Please. Please let me, Daddy" she begged, pleasing me with her filthy submission.

She'd called me Daddy last time and it had been keenly erotic. Being called Daddy in context of being her Sugar Daddy filled me with more lust that I want to admit. The fact that I was friends with her actual Dad made it so much more sordid, sweeter and sexier.

Zelda kissed my cock through my pants, breathing hot, moist air onto my warm manhood. Gently I placed a hand on her head, a silent benediction. In reply, she licked my erection through the cloth.

Somehow the taboo of the situation, feeling the need to resist in spite of my obvious desire for her and the complex lifelong relationship we had, all combined to ignite a perverted need to let her suck me unlike anything I've ever experienced in my life.

"Please!" she begged directly to my erection.

"Anything for my baby girl"

My own daughter and I had a complex relationship as well, but I never called her affectionate names, addressing her by name only, the sound music to my ears. Calling Zelda baby girl felt more like being in a porno scene than addressing a child. Although, Zelda is in fact younger than my own daughter by several years, which perversly made being with the nineteen year old so tantalizing.

Finally given permission, Zelda pulled my jeans and underwear down until my cock and balls were exposed to her hungry gaze. Still holding my jeans, she stared at my erection standing tall before her, mere inches from her face.

"It's so beautiful. Oh! I want to hold it. Please Daddy can I?"

The hard pole in front of her twitched violently when she called me Daddy.

"Its ok for you to be my Daddy." Zelda adopted a higher, more seductive tone than her normal speaking voice. "I know its bad, but it makes me slippery inside to know it gets you hot."

Zelda reached both hands for my exposed member. Wrapping her little fingers around me, she gently held my shaft.

"It is such a wonderful cock, Daddy."

I felt myself swell when she said that.

Zelda moved close and kissed the tip of my penis. Then she began to suck my cock and I proceeded to attempt pathetic justifications as to why I deserved such a wonderful gift, which is where we came in. Still dumbfounded that I, of all people, was the man who Zelda so unexpectedly wanted, I stared dumbfounded as she slurped my knob enthusiastically. Soaking wet from her drool, her little hands slid up and down my shaft, her small fingers unable to reach all the way around my thickness.

When Zelda felt me begin to hump my hips, helplessly driving myself into her mouth, she matched my rhythm, apparently happy that I was fucking her face. Opening wide, she took me deep as I stroked forward, grazing her tongue along my glans and everywhere she could reach. Pumping and sucking, Zelda seemed elated, so I gave in to her hunger for me a second time, the small young woman deserving of anything she wanted.

"I want to taste your cum." Zelda whispered up at me, still stroking my cock.

Going right back to work, she stroked faster and suckled me wantonly. Seeing the pretty girl I'd only known in the context of her family- at least one parent around most of the time- behaving so vulgarly was bizarre. It was utterly astounding to see her lewdly slurping an erection. Having that erection be mine was almost hallucinatory.

When both my hands lifted to her head, Zelda probably suspected I must be close. Sensitive to my rhythm, she matched my thrusts with strokes of her hands, her timing matching mine easily. Wriggling her tongue all over my cock as it moved back and forth, Zelda vulgarly urged me to cum.

"Give it to me Daddy. Give me that big load."

Those words were a lash to my libido, obscene urges filling me. The moment she put her mouth back around my tip after saying that, I filled her mouth with the thick gush of my sperm exploding from an outrageously good orgasm. Pulling back her head so my load landed on the front of her tongue, she milked me for every drop with lips, tongue and both hands.

Zelda seemed to love the taste of jism. Running her tongue all over my cock, she fucked her face and slurped my cum down her throat looking smug and pleased with herself. It was the most sordid thing I'd ever seen her do. Gratified and fascinated as the nubile university student guzzled my load, I poured my cum into her and she licked it up like a perfect little slut. Feeling a thrill specifically because of how taboo it was for her to swallow my sperm, I pulsed another gush of semen into her glorious mouth thinking about how wrong it was.

Wishing the forbidden nature of it all wasn't such a goad to my lust, I empties my balls into Zelda's luscious, suckling mouth, the lascivious caress of her tongue outrageous in its carnal inappropriateness. Looking down at the young woman she had become, adjusting to the new reality that

Zelda had just given me the best blow job of my life, I felt supreme gratitude and affection for the person with my cock in her mouth. Stroking her cheek softly as she continued suckling me, teasing more drops of sperm from my knob as she milked my shaft and balls, she grinned her familiar grin with my penis ensconced in her mouth.

Filled with the need to reciprocate, I took her to my bed once more, stripped her jeans and underwear, not bothering with her ankle socks. I pried apart her smooth, lean legs and gazed at her sex. In the dark nine months before, I'd no chance to scan her vulva to see how well trimmed her pubic hair was, the light brown curls short and bristly. Her outer labia lips were smoothly clean of hair, the edges of her pubes obviously tided and freshly shaved.

The pale pink outer lips gave way to the bright coral pink of her inner vulva, the nestled petals of her lips delicate and thin, beautiful in their vulnerability, Spreading her lips, I looked at her clitoral hood, the tiny fold covering the most precious of nubbins. The urge to dive right in and suckle it filled my mouth with a saliva, but I resisted. Instead I rose further and kissed her neck, holding myself above her, giving her less than ten percent of my weight.

Stretching long on the bed, she offered her body to me, the daughter of my best friend, the most gorgeous being I had ever laid eyes on.

"You are stunningly beautiful" I reminded her, but I knew she didn't believe me. Zelda could always find something to complain about when talking about herself.

Looking into her pretty hazel eyes it was easy to see the insecurities she hid so well from further away. The need deep inside her for approval and stability should have made me hesitate and perhaps not take advantage of the much younger woman, but instead it spiked a hunger and compulsion to claim a woman like I'd never felt before. The very vulnerability she tried to hide urged me to hunt.

As I kissed her neck, moving down her upper chest, I wondered why she tasted so good. The salty, spicy taste of her smooth soft skin was somehow sweeter than any other. The sounds she made, so high and quiet were angelic music to my ears. The light smell of her perfume, hair product or whatever her scent was added to the melange of flavours filling my senses as my mouth found the swell of her cleavage.

Forbidden fruit tastes sweet.

The warm press of her breasts to my mouth was achingly pleasing. Knowing it was a part of her body I wasn't supposed to ever see given our history, I lifted up to ogle her breasts for another moment.

"Please" she implored me, perhaps thinking my hesitation was asking for consent.

A jolt of guilt throbbed momentarily that I hadn't even stopped to ask her permission, I then gazed at her chest for a brief moment, compelled to memorize her body in case I never saw her nude again.

Zelda's breasts were utter perfection from my point of view. Everyone has their own preferences, but mine, shaped by numerous lovers, glimpses of movie stars as a young person and whatever else drives one human to yearn for someone who looks a particular way, my preferences were perfectly fulfilled by what I saw.

As she lay flat on my bed, her breasts were made smaller by spreading wider, the meat of her taut mounds settled on her ribs in delicate pillows of smooth, pale flesh, the curve made my mouth water as they rose up toward me from the surface of her chest. Bright, hard nipples reached for my mouth, the slightly wrinkled flesh puckered with passion. With her arms stretched overhead and her muscles stretched, she looked petite and tiny under me.

Lowering my mouth to her right nipple, I began to lick, letting my saliva filled mouth wet her hard nubbin of flesh. Sliding my lips and the tip of my tongue around her nipple, I thrilled to feel her and hear her respond to my teasing. Sighing, she lifted her chest, urging more stimulation, so I suckled. Her moans delighted me.

For a blissful age, I worked her nipples with my mouth, moving back and forth, massing her tits, tugging her nipples, keeping the hard points as wet as possible so when my mouth wasn't on her flesh, my fingers still slipped over her skin easily. Patient, having already climaxed, I took my time and explored her breasts with focused attention to detail.

The girl under me grew restless, her body squirming. She'd been wriggling at first as sensation demanded reaction, then she'd settled as she grew accustomed to so much attention on her chest, but her new movements were from the need for new stimulation.

I moved my mouth lower.

Zelda's tummy was flat, soft and glorious. The walls of abdominal muscles were firm and defined, a soft feminine layer of flesh coating the hard tense muscles as my mouth kissed and licked lower and lower toward her belly button. Following the ridges of her abs, tantalized by the play of muscles on her young stomach, I worshipped her belly, having glimpsed it many times as she pranced around in revealing outfits over the years.

The young woman she'd become loved to show off, but a shy, reserved quality remained that didn't give in to the temptation to use her body as ploy to get attention. She dressed carefully, showing off, but not offering herself. Or maybe I was reading too much into it, but that's how it seemed to me. Finally being granted permission to ogle her, I did so, lifting up again to gaze at her torso, flexed long on the bed, her breath short and fast as she endured my slow seduction.

Flushed and dazed looking, she looked inquiringly at me, curious about why I'd stopped.

"Gorgeous" I reminded her, and lowered my mouth to her belly button.

The small hollow was indented, no nubbin of umbilical left, only a tiny divot so small the tip of my tongue could fill it easily. Wiggling my tongue in her tiny belly button, I groped both breasts while I fucked her tiny hole with my tongue. Zelda wore shirts that frequently exposed her belly button and I'd secretly coveted doing exactly what I was finally granted permission to do. It made me fantastically horny and exploring every nook of her body was stupidly erotic, my cock throbbing hard even after already cumming in her adorable mouth.

Moving lower while my hand carried on mauling her breasts, I resumed tasting her. Kissing and licking the fantastic plane of her lower belly, I could smell her sex already, but the soft, unblemished expanse of her abdomen between her prominent hip bones was so sexy, I couldn't resist kissing it all. Licking her inguinal region and kissing her hips, I made her sigh with passion. Wetly stroking the canal leading toward her sex with my tongue, I teased her, inching closer to her pussy, the smell filling my brain with atavistic need.

Giving in, helpless to resist any longer I licked a long stroke of my tongue up the crease of her vagina, parting her inner lips with my tongue. The odour of her soaking sex increased when I broke the seal of her lips. Groaning, she lifted her hips slightly, urging me to touch her harder. Instead, I once again licked lightly, bottom to top along the groove of her sex.

That was the end of my restraint however. Same as last time we'd been together, I had no capacity to resist devouring her sex as much as I wanted to tease her as she had me. The taste of her juices robbed me of reason. Whatever high brain functioning I had left gave way to pure primal hunger. I began to devour her sex, suckling, licking and touching her with frantic abandon. Using skills I'd honed over years with many other woman, I unleashed my oral talent on the teen woman spreading her legs wide for me.

I love eating pussy. Even before I'd ever been with a woman, I dreamed of going down on all my crushes. Something about the intimacy, the power and the lasciviousness of eating pussy filled me with connection, pride and passion whenever I did it. I was intentionally aware of my partner's sounds and movements, using them as guidance about how she was feeling, but I also did what felt good to me. Sometimes focused on her, sometimes focused on me, I would try and make my lover cum, then switch to pleasing my lips and tongue for a while, which perversely usually made woman cum faster for some reason.

Sliding a finger inside Zelda, I curled around pressing lightly on the inside wall of her pelvis, seeking her g-spot. When she flinched, her hips lifting away from my finger toward my mouth, I clamped my mouth on her clit flicking the button with my tongue as I rubbed the area around the spot I'd touched to make her flinch.

In moments it seemed like Zelda climaxed. She trembled violently, her breathing stopped, her hips lifted as I worked her nubbin and rubbed her insides. Rigid with tension, Zelda shivered and I rubbed faster and slightly harder, suckling her clit and grinding my tongue on it. The reaction was delightful, her body quaking, little mewling sounds beginning in her throat as I worked faster and faster.

Zelda lifted her hips higher, her feet planted on the bed and I had to adjust my position in order to maintain contact with her clit and my mouth. Struggling to carry on fucking her with my fingers as she started bucking and humping up at me, I smiled into her vulva as I understood just how hard she was cumming. The intensity didn't let up, so I relaxed every muscle not actively struggling to make her climax, settling in for a long session of oral sex.

Up and down she lifted her hips, writhing, seeking escape and more stimulation in alternating waves as her orgasms alternated between peaking and releasing. Zelda's roaming hands gripped the bed-sheets, pulled my hair, cupped my cheeks groped my shoulders or caressed her breasts, ceaselessly seeking new activities. Relentless, I used all my skills, prolonging her pleasure for as long as she let me, hoping I could outlast her, but it turned out my tongue grew too sore first. The underside of my organ scraped my teeth as I lapped her clit and started to hurt, so I had to stop.

"Holy fucking shitballs" she gasped when she recovered enough to speak. "I forgot how good at that you are! Wow wow wow!"

"You like?"

"I've never cum so hard in my life!" Which wasn't very long by my standards, but I took the compliment.

Then the little minx kissed me, both out mouths full of the taste of the other's orgasm and I didn't care if I did consume any of my own sperm, the chance to fully explore her soft yielding mouth with my own was too amazing to pass up. Pressed together on my bed, our mouths dancing delightfully, we held one another, kissing as she recovered from her climax and I memorized every sensation her body gave me.

Wishing her youth wasn't such an exciting part of the experience, I made out with my best friend's daughter, my tenant and the sexiest woman I'd ever had the pleasure of making love to. As her tiny hands explored my body, my own stroked and caressed her smooth skin and massage the petite, firm muscles of her supple body. We kissed feverishly, longing having been building since she'd arrived a week before. Hands made up for lost time by groping everyplace they'd been denied touching for a week, for nine months, for years maybe.

Having her little hands stroking my cock while I fondled her breasts and fingered her slit was ambrosia to a lonely spirit thirsty for intimacy. The fact that it was a second helping of her made it so much sweeter, having presumed it would never happen again. With less anxiety around being caught, her mother not on the other side of the wall, we moaned and spoke filth to one another.

"Suck my nipples again."

"Cup my balls."

"Use two fingers"

"I want to fuck you so badly."

"Fucking give it to me!"

As feverish as we were, the moment my penis was pressed to her vulva, ready to slip inside, we both became more serious. Preparing to violate the taboo around our union, we looked into each other's eyes, her beautiful face anxious, biting one adorable lip as her warm hazel eyes filled with concern, her brow furrowed, feather light eyebrows lifted beseeching me to... what? Be gentle? Not do it? Do it now?

"Are you sure?" was all I could think of.

"Please Daddy. I want you so much."

Words so intoxicating I almost wept.

I pressed forward and she yielded to my insertion with wet, welcoming warmth. Thrusting inward, I nudged tightness almost immediately, feeling her body opening, but realizing she was in fact not actually fully ready. With short, slow strokes, I eased her vagina open with my slippery erection, her juices abundant, but her vaginal muscles constricted slightly.

"Its been a while, please go slow." she implored me.

Taking a deep breath, her brow still furrowed, she relaxed and I felt her open, so I pressed forward slowly once more. Bit by bit I opened her, she welcomed me, we kissed, she stroked my arms and we made sweet, slow love. Gradually, as she crossed some inner boundary, Zelda grew deeply aroused once again, her kisses hungry, her hands desperate and her sex stretching around me.

Being in her mouth was glorious, but the sensation of being so fully engulfed within her pussy, the wet heat, the totally immersion was ecstasy. There was no nimble tongue dancing over my shaft, but most of my length was engulfed in her warmth, the friction absolute in ways she couldn't achieve with her mouth no matter how amazing it felt. Being able to look into her eyes and kiss her lips and face was better too.

I couldn't believe I was fucking Zelda again. Precious, little Zelda, the lovely, petite, clever girl I'd known so long, now a woman sexier than any I'd been with. Decades of lovers and none compared to her. None as beautiful, none as sexy, none as interesting, clever or compassionate. My cock was nestled deep inside the most compelling woman I'd ever had the delight of being with, my mouth kissing lips full and soft that yearned for my kisses hungrily. Hands I'd first seen nineteen years before were caressing my buttocks intimately, urging me to fuck her harder.

Gradually we increased our intensity, once her pussy acclimatized to sex again. Taking my cues from her, I increased my pace, adjusting my angle to slide further up inside her rather than down onto, hoping to graze her g-spot with the knob of my cock as I passed. Enjoying the necessity to be gentle- most lovers faster at wanting to be pounded- I relished the tight, young pussy I was inside of. Distracting her with kisses, I worked at building intensity in time with her moans, the press of her heels on my back, her hands on my shoulders or whichever cues she gave me as she writhed seductively on my bed, squirming with bliss, I told myself.

Seeing a person I'd know so long in the throes of passion was more exciting than most anything I'd ever witnessed. The grimace of lust on her lips, the blushing glow on her cheeks, the furrowed brow and dazed, unfocused look in her eyes was familiar from other women I'd been with, but seeing Zelda's features contorted in erotic passion seemed almost too carnal. Witnessing the expressions my best friend's daughter made while being fucked was deliciously forbidden.

More keenly aroused than I could ever remember being, indulging in sleazy thoughts about Zelda while making love with her created a wickedly delectable frisson in my body.

"Please fuck me harder Daddy." she encouraged.

Happy to comply, I once more increased my pace, but focused on jolting my hips as I plunged all the way into her. The extra kick at the apex of my movement made her gasp, her eyes wide and delighted by the increased sensation. Forced to stretch longer to accommodate the rest of my length, my knob nudged deep, special places inside the tiny girl, her gasps of gratification confirming how good it felt for her.

Soon, her lusty grunts of pleasure shifted my style of fucking. I powered into her, urging her to cum, grinding my pelvis on her clit as I jammed myself as deep into her sweet vagina as I could get before pulling back and driving inward once more. I held myself higher, groped her chest with my left hand while balancing on my knees and right arm.

"Rub your clit." I ordered her.

Immediately reached between us, she worked her tender button aggressively while receiving deep, hard thrusts from me. As I expected, she began to cum not long after, the added stimulation what she needed to climax. Frenzied, she rubbed faster and harder, whimpering as her chest grew bright red, her mouth agape, emitting a sexy, low moan long enough I wondered where all the air came from.

We were both sweating as we strained in the extremity of her orgasm. Matching her intensity, maintaining all the sensations I was giving her, I fondled her tits, fucked her aggressively leaving her space to rub her pussy while Zelda's orgasm rolled along. Seeing the precious girl climax was a treasure to cherish, being the man helping her cum so hard made me proud.

Yet, the perverse glee burbling beneath it all was degenerate, my brain seething with vulgar elation to be corrupting such a young woman, someone so dear to me and the miraculous offspring of people I loved. The idea that what I was doing would utter destroy friendships, cause rifts in our families and disrupt everyone's lives added a provocative, lurid quality to my pleasure. I was ashamed even as it added profoundly to my gratification.

Long ago as young man and a drinker, I had sought out risky, self-destructive behaviours constantly. Fucking a girl younger than my own daughter felt like that old madness. Letting my best friend's daughter, who was in my care seduce me was a fundamental betrayal of my usual morals. I'd worked on being a better person for longer than Zelda had been alive, but she shattered my resistance so easily I wondered if I'd ever really stopped being that reckless young man.

Dark sensations entwined with honest love and affection made the sex ecstatic.

I dumped the second load of sperm of the night into Zelda.

Not knowing if she was on birth control or not terrified me and enhanced my orgasm powerfully. Last time Zelda had told me directly she wasn't on birth control and we had both climaxed powerfully when I deposited my seed inside her. The way she spoke to me was filthy and salacious, impelling me to spill a huge load in her.

I wanted to hear her talk like that again.

"I'm gonna cum" I informed her.

"Yes! Yes! Fill me up Daddy" she enthused, her adorable face fierce in her greed for my sperm. "I want it so bad! Give it to me!"

The sweet, conscientious girl she usually was gave way to a lecherous, cum hungry slut when she understood I was reaching orgasm. Zelda's face lit up with pleasure. Climaxing again, she carried on rubbing her clit, while I shoved myself deep, still gripping one breast, straining everything as my body did it utmost to shoot as much jism as far into her fertile young pussy as possible. Seeing her cum, knowing both on a primal level and mentally that her orgasms increased the chance of pregnancy, I spurted more and more semen into her, my body grasping at the opportunity to procreate.

Savage lust filled me from head to toe as I watched Zelda climax and receive my load. The sight of her that evening is seared into my brain, her passionate expression, flushed and sweaty, her naked body tense, every perfectly formed muscle straining with the extremity of her ecstasy, my own climax the impetus for hers. It was fantasy fulfilled, a life culminated in perfect bliss, a moment golden and special in my memory forever. The meeting of vulgar lust and unconditional love exploded within us both and the elation carried on for both an age and yet was over far, far too soon. I slumped beside her, still engaged with her physically as much as possible, but spiritually scattered across the universe.

Dazed, intoxicated on bliss and still firmly wedged inside her sex, I tried to catch my breath and return from the far place my orgasm sent me.

Our enmeshed genitals throbbed, pulsing with aftershocks, my cock twitching, her pussy clenching as we stared at one another flinching with each pulsation in our sex.

"I can't think clearly" Zelda told me.

"That was amazing" I confessed.

"I've never felt anything like that" Zelda admitted.

"You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

"You fucked me so good!"

We touched each other restlessly, needing contact, compelled to confirm the other was real.

Grinning like idiots, we kissed and stroked each other, falling further in love every passing moment. I had always loved Zelda, first as an extension of my love for her mother, then as she won my heart as a precocious child, then as an evolving, entertaining teen and now as a blossoming woman. Astonishingly grateful to be allowed the opportunity to be her lover as well, I drank her in with thirsty eyes, enshrining her beauty as she sprawled on my mussed bed.

My cock subsided and slipped out of her when she laughed at some dump joke I made. Missing her pussy right away, I touched her skin everywhere, compelled to memorize every detail of her as I could. Lost in her body, I missed her grow pensive.

"I worry that with our deal... I might start to resent it, doing all the 'women's' work."

"Totally fair. I never needed that to be the deal."

"If we..." she looked in my eyes. "If we're lovers... can we renegotiate?"

I kissed her, pouring all my affection and passion for her into that one kiss.

"No lover of mine owes me rent, housework or chores. You do what makes you feel good as a roommate in our shared space."

"Well.. wait... not so fast..." Zelda looked shifty, sort of guilty, but mischievous as well. Swallowing, looking at me for a measured span, she assessed whether to say something or not. "Part of what made that sex so hot just now was, uh... the ah... transactional element to it." She looked ashamed and aroused in rapid flashed of expressions. "It made me so horny fucking you for rent. I want you to be my Sugar Daddy. Not my Dad, but my Daddy. Its my favourite kind of porn" she confessed.

"Oh!" My cock pulsed. I grinned at her, exposing my own sordid excitement about the sleazy part of our sex. "It was super fucking hot" I confirmed. "We can play whatever games you like around the Daddy/Sugar Baby stuff. And isn't it even hotter knowing it doesn't have to be real. You don't actually have to do any odd jobs you don't want to, you don't actually have to pay rent with sex, but you can. I can order you to do things, but you can use a safe word or something to deny any of it, if you aren't comfortable or in the mood."

I watched her mull that over. Lying still entwined, our limbs tangled together as we both tried to make as much physical contact as possible while facing one another on our sides.

"Would that work?"

"I bet it would. The thing with this sort of stuff is communication. Open, trusting conversation outside of the bedroom, so-to-speak."

"You've done this before?" she asked, incredulous.

"No. Not at all. But I listen to Dan Savage's podcast."

"What's that?" she asked.

"Its a sex advice podcast. He is clever, funny and gives great advice. There are experts about all sorts of sex on the show and he addresses it all. If humans fuck that way, he's talked about it."

"Cool!"

"Basically after listening to thousands of calls, It seems to boil down to everyone thinks the dirty stuff they like is totally unique and perverted. And it is. But since everyone is unique and perverted, that makes being unique and perverted normal. Average."

"Huh."

"If people could get over feeling bad about liking sex the way they like it, things would be a lot better."

Clearly working up the courage, she asked "What perverted thing do you want to do?"

"Well, we just did a bunch of them..." I smiled.

"Yeah...?"

"Just having you at all is a fantasy come true."

"Really?"

"Since last winter... I can't get being with you out of my head. You take up a lot of erotic real estate in my mind."

Seeming pleased, she blushed, and buried her face in the rumpled quilt.

"The Sugar Baby thing... you calling me Daddy... that's so fucking hot! I see that stuff online- I know what the internet thinks of Daddies- so you calling me Daddy does plenty for my ego, thank you."

"You're a totally Daddy!"

"And the risk of getting you pregnant is crazy sexy. I'm terrified of it, but it gets me off so hard."

"Me too! I cum so hard when you shoot into my pussy. But I'm on the pill now. I want all the cum in me, but none of the babies."

"Clever girl," I knew complements from Daddy got her hot too.

Zelda began to run her fingers along the muscles of my stomach, it seemed she was particularly interested in my abs, starting there as she had before. Licking and kissing the ridges of muscle, hypnotizing me with her soft mouth and nimble tongue, the petite nymph seduced me once more, working her way toward my rising cock.

Once again engulfed in her delectable mouth, I lay back and indulged in the bliss of being suckled by a lover. Both of us fully satisfied, there was less urgency with that blow job. It seemed as if she were sucking my cock simply because she could. The obvious pleasure she took in sucking me felt wonderful. Softly stroking me with her hands, she bathed my entire manhood from the tip of my knob to the base of my scrotum, even my perineum, pushing my thighs apart so she could get her pretty face down deep between my legs and slide her soft tongue all over my flesh.

It had been decades since I'd gotten three erections in one session with a lover and I was grateful I still could. The erotic power of having such a young lover helped, but her skills at sucking cock were abundant as well, edging me closer to orgasm then letting me relax again before cumming. For several minutes she worked my cock and I lounged on the bed giving her free reign of my genitals.

When Zelda satisfied her oral craving, she climbed on top of me and slid my manhood deep inside her steaming pussy. The heat was tremendous, the small girl soaking wet as she impaled herself on me. Lifting to meet her downward strokes, I fucked up at her as she rode me, her gorgeous body displayed above me in perfect view. Groping her breasts, rubbing her clit and massaging her thighs, I teased and titillated her as she used my cock to reach orgasm.

Cumming in waves of bliss, Zelda showed me how much she loved fucking me, panting, gasping, flushing red all over her chest and face. Grinding her clit on my pelvic bone, she climaxed while I fondled her tits, tugging her nipples and driving myself up into her when she could no longer control her muscles.

When she was spent, she slipped off me, tumbling dramatically to the bed, laughing as she twitched, too sensitive for more.

"Oh gawd. I can't take it anymore!"

I stroked her flesh easing her down from her orgasm, gawking at her beauty as she sprawled languidly soaking up bliss. The vibrant teen looking even more desirable mussed up, blotchy and sweaty than when she was perfectly made up in a tiny dress to go out party.

"You didn't cum" she accused.

"No. It's not likely I'm going to have three orgasm in one night."

"Really that sucks! I love making you cum. You make incredible noises. So sexy."

"Huh. No-ones ever said that before."

"Oh hell yeah, your orgasm is so intense, you make these primal sounds, so raw and sexy. It makes me want you to cum so much."

Zelda stroked my still hard cock.

"You sure..."

"It rare."

"But not impossible!" she suddenly had hope. "I wanna make you cum. Tell me how. Order me to do it, Daddy!"

"Yeah? Ok. But what is a safe word for if I ask you to do something you're uncomfortable with and saying no seems too hard?"

Zelda thought about that, clearly not sure what to pick.

"It should be a word that will come to mind easily, like 'No', but that doesn't make you feel vulnerable to say it."

"Uuummmm. 'Yikes'? I say 'yikes' when people say offensive, sexist or racist stuff."

"That sounds right... do you want that to be your safe word?"

"Yes. I like it." Then she pierced me with her intelligent gaze. "What's yours?"

"Oh... do I need one?"

"Yes. I intend to try and get you to do shit to me I know you're going to hesitate to do. Degrading, humiliating things that I've wanted to try, but don't trust anyone with."

"Oh! Okaaay... do you mind if I use 'yikes' too then?"

"Huh... okay, sure!"

That settled, I needed to get into the head space she was asking me to. What did I want the teen daughter of my best friend do for or to me that she hadn't already done?

"Get on all fours" I ordered her in a firm voice.

"OooOooo..." she gushed.

"Ass up, face down"

The speed of her adjustment hinted she'd been anticipating that order.

"Spread your legs. Wider. Wider!" I let a hint of heat enter my voice, giving her a taste of discipline to see what it felt like. My cock throbbed. She obeyed, her thighs almost in a split as she knelt on the bed, offering me her ass.

"To be a good girl, you need to obey quickly. I'm going to have to punish you for not being fast enough.

"Yes Daddy."

I spanked her once, a harsh slap, without leaving a mark. She moaned low in her throat.

"I'll do better Daddy" she whimpered.

I spanked her until her sweet ass glowed red. Zelda took it all with a look of ecstasy on her adorable face. The surprised look on her face when I shoved my cock into her gleaming slit was pure delight to me. Fucking her slowly, I spanked her and drove myself deep with firm strokes, timed to my slaps. I felt her pussy clench each time I smacked her cheek, milking me, encouraging me to slap more frequently and harder.

When it seemed like we'd reached an apex of punishment, I bent over her little body, reached around and began to rub her clit as I carried on fucking her with faster and faster thrusts. Zelda came with a lusty moan, her body trembling as she nudged back against me, taking me cock deep. Gyrating my hips, I ground my cock all over her cervix as I wedged myself far inside her at the bottom of each stroke.

Juices seeped from her slit, lubricating my fingers so I could caress her clitoris smoothly. Going as fast as I could with light pressure, I rubbed her nubbin, fucked her hard and fast while she bucked and humped below me. Prolonging her climax with constant groping and slaps while continuing to fuck her, I tormented Zelda with bliss for as long as she could maintain it.

When she collapsed to the bed below me, slipping off my erection panting and gasping trying to catch her breath I knew it was time to challenge her.

"Give me you asshole" I told her.

Zelda's shocked face turned to look up at me over her bare shoulder.

"Don't make me repeat myself." I slapped her ass to remind her of what happened if she didn't obey fast enough.

A wicked gleam in her eye, she shyly rose back up below me, nestling her ass to my groin, pressing my cock between her buttocks. Willing to do what I told her to, she offered me her asshole.

I slid my cock back into her dripping pussy, lubricating myself while she sighed and quivered with passion. It was difficult to make myself pull out, but I had other things in mind. Placing my knob on her sphincter, I leaned over and spat several times on my tip and her anus. Each time I spat on her, Zelda shivered, her sphincter winking at me when she felt spit land there.

Then I recalled the massage oil from earlier. Pouring it on my cock, I oiled up my whole length. Sliding my knob around in the wetness, I lubed us both up as she held herself ready, lewdly spread for me.

"Touch yourself. Rub your pussy."

Immediately her fingers delved into her sex as she did what I told her to. While she touched herself, I glided my tip all over her ass, teasing us both, warming her up to the idea as I lubed up her sphincter. I used an oily finger to pierce her ass, fucking her while she used her own fingers on her pussy. Watching her, following her rhythm, I fucked her ass with a finger, then two as she began to press back against me.

When she started to cum, making sordid grunting noises, I replaced my fingers with my cock. Pushing my knob into her while she came. Slipping into her sphincter, knowing the hardest part was when I was widest, I pressed forward, slipping my knob all the way past her tightness. popping inside suddenly. As her asshole relaxed slightly around my shaft, the wider knob inside her, Zelda whimpered, shivering as she took a cock in her bum.

When she resumed touching her clit, I moved forward, easing more of my cock into her anus. Zelda masturbated and I invaded her ass, the feeling was wonderful, velvety, hot and tight.

Slowly, gradually, we increased the pace and moved more and more quickly, her taking all of me in no time. When she was driving back against me, urging me to fuck harder and faster, I decided to give over to my own pleasure and gift her with another of my orgasm, if possible. If anything could do it for a third time that night, it would be fucking her ass.

Below me, Zelda's pretty face was turned to the side, flushed and sweaty, her eyes squeezed tight, blushing and passionate as she took me in her ass. I watched her face, while I fucked her hard and fast. Wincing periodically, panting, but never opening her eyes, she looked anguished, aroused and embarrassed in different moments, and each expression filled me with lust.

When Zelda looked anguished, I felt powerful and accepted because she didn't stop me. When she looked aroused, I felt sexy and desirable. When she looked embarrassed, I felt sinister satisfaction. Defiling her was far more thrilling that I wanted it to be, but it was keenly titillating.

"Beg for my cum" I instructed her.

"Please! Please Daddy give me that hot cum!" Her pleading was fantastically earnest. "I want it so bad! I need it!" Zelda looked back up at me, imploring me to cum. "Fill up my little asshole. Give it to me Daddy"

I did.

I spilled myself into her third hole of the night. I'd filled her with jizz from head to tail. She'd swallowed one load, taken one deep in her pussy and finally I was squirting into her anus. The darling girl groaned with lust from feeling me fill her ass and hearing me make whatever noises I made while cumming.

Still frigging herself, Zelda clenched around my cock as she climaxed with me. The two of us straining, filled with tension as ecstasy lashed us both with carnal pleasure. Outraged to be cumming into such a young girl's anus, someone so vastly inappropriate felt tantalizingly special. It was deliciously taboo, and she wanted it so badly, I had to comply.

She'd begged me to.

I'd done it, I'd fully defiled my best friend's daughter. I'd corrupted a teen girl less than half my age. I'd exploited a long term relationship and turned it into something sleazy and tainted. With my softening cock stuffed up her asshole, I gazed down at a sweaty and dishevelled Zelda, flushed, out of breath and dazed from multiple orgasms.

I'd never felt more gratified or accepted

Carefully disengaging, I spooned her trembling body as we both recuperated from our activities. Stroking her hair, skin and kissing her cheek, I adored her, profoundly appreciative for what she had just done for me.

"Such a good girl."

I asked later and Zelda confirmed what I felt at that moment. When I told her she was a good girl she trembled, a quiver going through her entire body and I suspected she was cumming. Zelda told me later she had.

"Thank you Daddy." she mumbled, emotional as she climaxed from my words.

Zelda twisted around to face me and kiss my mouth deeply while I held her close.

"There, Daddy. Now I've paid my rent for the day."

"The day?"

"Yes. I know. Rent is so expensive, but I'll pay again tomorrow. I promise."

I chuckled, thinking 'I won't be able to do this everyday.'

"You'd better" I actually said. "Or you'll be out on the street" I was testing the edges of her fantasy.

"Oh no. Please don't. I'll pay."

To demonstrate, she wiggled down my body and held my soft penis in her tiny hands and I felt a reaction in my quiescent flesh. Again? Could she get me hard again? Probably. Zelda was the sexiest woman I'd ever been with. I'd already loved her for so long, Zelda could get whatever she wanted from me, probably even another erection.

I made a mental note to see me doctor about a prescription for little blue pills. I was going to need all the help I could get to keep up with a lover half my age.

I pulled her back up to the pillows. Stroking her sweet face as we snuggled, I felt myself opening up to her, love flowing out. It felt like anything was possible with her in my arms. However, either we had to keep our affair secret, or else we were going to lose our families. I would anyway, my daughter unlikely to appreciate me dating a woman years younger than herself.

Zelda was worth it, but I wondered what the fallout of being her Daddy was going to be. It was inevitable, I supposed there would be some, but in those early days of our relationship, I hoped it might work out for the best.

Zelda deserved optimism.