The Relationship Between Roommates, A Quiet Morning

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling breakfast wafted through the air, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort and familiarity as I emerged from my bedroom, still in my robe. I made my way downstairs, my feet creaking on the wooden floorboards, and was greeted by the sight of Peter lounging in the dining room, enjoying his breakfast in the nude. A place setting was laid out for Molly and me, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of excitement at the prospect of a quiet morning together.

“No sign of your sister yet?” I asked, trying to sound casual as I approached the table. Peter smiled around a piece of bacon, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “If her night was anything like mine, she’s probably still sleeping,” he replied, his voice low and husky.

“Why, what kind of night did you have?” Molly’s voice floated down from the top of the stairs, and I felt a thrill of anticipation as she descended, her eyes fixed on me with a hint of curiosity. She was nude, her pretty red bush looking fresh and fluffy from a recent shower.

“Daddy fucked me good,” Peter replied, his face filled with a dreamy expression. Molly’s eyes widened in surprise, and she reached the bottom of the stairs, her gaze fixed on her brother with a mixture of fascination and concern.

“Did you get fucked in the butt?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Peter shrugged, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Well, yeah, that’s how it works,” he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Molly’s eyes flashed with hurt, and I felt a pang of guilt as if I’d unintentionally chosen one sibling over the other. But Peter’s words were quick to reassure her, and soon she was listening intently as he regaled her with stories of our mutual oral sex.

As he spoke, Molly’s hand crept down into her lap, and I could sense her excitement building. “Did he cum in you?” she asked, her voice huskier than usual. Peter sat up taller in his chair, a pleased smile spreading across his face. “Why do you think I’m sitting on a towel?” he asked, snagging the last piece of bacon and carrying his dishes to the kitchen.

“Little One,” I said softly, my voice filled with warmth and affection. Molly opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on me with a hint of expectation. “Please save that for later,” I asked, my voice low and teasing.

Her hand slowly came to rest on the tabletop, and she let out a big sigh through her nose, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Daddy loves you, and I truly did want to fuck you last night,” I said, my voice filled with sincerity. “But that’s all it would have been. My little girl deserves better. I want to set up an entire night for you and then make love to you.”

Molly’s face lit up with excitement, and she giggled, her eyes shining with happiness. “Okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I pulled her close, my arm wrapping around her shoulders as I held her close. “Come to me, Little One,” I whispered, my voice filled with affection.

As we sat together, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of connection and intimacy with my daughter. She was growing up, and I was eager to explore this new side of her, to see where it would take us.

“Believe me, Daddy loves that cute little red bush,” I said, my voice filled with sincerity. “I can’t keep my hands off it, or keep it out of my mind.” Molly grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and leaned into me, her body pressed against mine.

“Tonight will be all about you,” I promised, my voice low and husky. “We’ll go out, have a fancy dinner, and then come back here. You’ll come to my bedroom, and we’ll see how many times you can make me cum.”

Molly’s face lit up with excitement, and she nodded, her eyes shining with anticipation. “Okay, Daddy, that sounds fun,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As we sat together, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. Tonight was going to be a night to remember, a night that would change everything between us.

“Let’s be a little naughty right now,” I said, my voice low and husky. Molly looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement, as I maneuvered her body so that her legs straddled one of mine.

She leaned back against me, watching my hands as they slowly came together over her tummy, the fingers interlacing. “I love your body, Little One,” I whispered, my voice filled with sincerity. “It’s perfect, completely perfect.”

Molly’s skin broke out in goosebumps as I stroked her breasts, my hands lightly pinching her nipples. She took in a sharp breath, her eyes fixed on mine as I continued to talk, my words filling her with excitement and anticipation.

“The size of them, the color of your little pink nipples,” I said, my hands moving to lightly pinch them again. “That cute little tummy, so flat. Seeing you in a mid-riff shirt would drive anyone crazy.”

Molly giggled and squirmed, her body pressed against mine as I continued to talk, my words filling her with excitement and anticipation. “And then,” I said, my voice low and husky, “we come to that gorgeous little kitty, with its beautiful red hair.”

I slid my fingers into her bush, catching some of the hairs between them, and tugging them ever so lightly. Molly let out a ragged breath, her eyes closed, as I placed my hand over her mound, feeling her wetness leaking out already.

“Does that kitty like to be petted?” I asked, my voice low and husky. Molly nodded, her eyes still closed, and I started rubbing over her labia, lightly at first, waiting for a response.

As she began bucking her hips toward my hand, I pressed harder, finding her slit and running my finger up to her clit, collecting the wetness along the way. Once I hit her button, she sucked in a breath through her teeth, and I knew to take it softly at first.

A gentle touch had her almost purring, and I ran my fingertip around her little bud, using her own juice as a lubricant. Her arm around my neck tightened even more, and she nodded again, saying, “Oh, yes.”

“Do you like that, baby?” I asked, my voice low and husky. Molly nodded quickly, her eyes still closed, as I told her Daddy wanted to know when she cums, so she was to announce it.

With her being so short, I had my right arm around her waist, my hand in her crotch, and my left hand resting on her left thigh. I rubbed very softly along her lips, wetting my finger, and then slipped into her, increasing my attention on her clit.

By the time I had worked my finger in to the second knuckle, she was beginning to flail her legs, and I was fingering her with an increasing tempo as my other hand blurred around her clit. Molly began to pull herself up and then let herself sink back down on my finger as she began to pant and make little exclamations like, “Oh, fuck.” and “Oh, my god!.”

Just as I worked my finger in all the way, she made an announcement. “I’m so close, Daddy!” I kept up my ministrations as she drew closer to cumming, and to me, practically slamming my jaw together when her head bucked into my chin.

“Let it go, baby girl, cum for Daddy,” I whispered in her ear as it passed. “Oh, god!” She suddenly tensed up, her naked feet finding the rung between the chair legs, and hugging herself to me.

A flood followed, like someone forcefully throwing the contents of a glass of water on the floor, she came. Hot liquid sprayed out of her little pussy and down to the hardwood floor in a splash. “Oh, fuck!” My daughter suddenly yelled. She stayed tense for a moment as a little more girl juice leaked out and ran down my leg.

Like a balloon someone had let the air out, Molly let out a breath and collapsed against me. “I came, Daddy,” she reported tiredly. I held her close, turning her on my lap so she could sit across me again.

Molly leaned into me, then realized where she was. “That’s your cock?” She asked surprised. I could feel it warm against her leg. “Yes,” I told her, my voice low and husky.

Her eyes grew wider, and she quickly got off my lap and stood before me, inspecting me. Molly, my lovely girl, got on her knees to get a better look at my equipment. It was then that I realized it was her first time seeing me.

She stared a second, then looked up at me. “Can I touch it?” She asked, so innocently that I had to smile. “Of course, Little One,” I told her, knowing she was familiar with her brother’s cock, which had to be only half my length.

She reached out and grabbed me with finger and thumb, pulling it toward her as much as a hard-on could bend. She looked at the tip with its larger than normal hole and deep purple head. “It’s so hot,” She said, almost to herself.

Gently, as if holding some delicate, priceless artifact, she cupped my balls. Molly’s eyes darted to my face to see that she wasn’t hurting me. How could she? I was hard as blue steel, having this beautiful redhead kneeling before me, holding my dick.

She kept watching me as she slowly leaned forward. Finally, she placed her lips on the head of my dick. Light as a snowflake, she kissed it, then quickly looked up to see me with my eyes closed and a pleased smile on my face.

Again, Molly leaned in. I have never been one to have pre-cum. If I’m going to fire one off, I just do it, no warning beforehand. But this was a situation I had never experienced before. This girl, this beautiful dream come true, was nude, on her knees orally servicing me, and doing it because she wanted to.

She took the head into my mouth, experimenting, and gave me a light suck, all the while still holding me in both her hands. It only lasted a few seconds, before she released me from her mouth and sat back.

She had a look on her face of contemplation. “You taste better than Peter,” she announced with a wrinkled nose. “Yours tastes more like fruit. He tastes like beer.”

I leaned forward and lifted her under the arms until she was standing. “And you taste like a fine champagne,” I told her, grabbing her around her naked waist suddenly and pulling her up on my lap. My arms trapped her on my lap, and hers intertwined around my neck.

I kissed her, directly on the mouth, which I think surprised her, but she kissed me back. When I went in for another, she was ready and opened her mouth. We battled tongues in a kiss that had me even harder, if that was possible.

We stayed that way for a bit, until we heard Peter come back down the stairs. As he walked past us on his way to the kitchen, his off-hand comment about somebody having spilled something on the floor had us share a laugh.

I left word for Molly to take her time getting ready and even told Peter to help. He was to help her bathe, using her scented bath oil, (either lavender or lilac), and to treat her like it was a spa day. I laid out a simple black dress for her to wear on her bed, and then retreated to my own suite.

Hours later, rested and showered, dressed in a dark suit after a spa day for myself, I exited my rooms and headed down to meet my date. As she heard my tread on the stairs, she came forward, looking more radiant and beautiful than should be allowed.

Her long, lustrous hair was freely flowing down her back, tucked behind each delicate ear, with her bangs just as they should be, on her forehead. She wore light eye make-up, giving her that so-called smokey-eye look, and a peach lipstick that went well with her complexion.

I was happy to see she hadn’t hidden any of her freckles. Loosely draped over her bare shoulders was a burgundy wrap that complemented the strapless black dress I had chosen for her. I could just see the red polish on her toes as they peeked out of the open toes of her flats.

In her hand, she held a simple black clutch purse. “How do I look, Daddy?” She asked, her eyes sparkling as she watched me come down the last few stairs.

Molly sat across from me, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she teased me with her bare legs. Her dress had hitched up a bit, giving me a glimpse of her smooth skin. “You know, you could just fuck me now, we could skip dinner,” she said wickedly, her voice barely above a whisper.

I was half-tempted, but I knew making her wait would only heighten the anticipation. “Not yet, Little One,” I said, smiling. “We have a reservation to keep.”

I activated the intercom to the driver, giving him a new address to head to before the restaurant. He acknowledged, and the car changed lanes. I let Molly sit across from me, teasing me with stories of Peter’s ministrations.

As the car came to a stop, I asked her, “Are you wearing panties?”

Molly looked embarrassed, but then a sly grin spread across her face. “Should I be?” she asked, glancing at me.

“Yes, Peter said you should,” I replied, reaching for the door handle. “Good, come with me, Little One.” I led her out of the car, which sat in front of a storefront on a quiet street. The shop had several mannequins in lingerie in the front window, tempting and tantalizing.

“Priscilla’s?” Molly read the sign above, surprised. “Isn’t this a sex shop?”

“One of the best in the city,” I replied, holding the door open for her. “You can find almost anything here.”

Molly froze in embarrassment as we stepped inside, surrounded by rows of sex toys, outfits, and leather goods. The wall of pornographic movies seemed to stretch on forever.

“Come now, Little One, remember why we are here,” I said, leading her along the aisles. She trailed behind me, her face flushed with embarrassment.

We stopped at the check-out counter, where I introduced Molly to Roxy Carmichael, the clerk. Roxy wore a denim jacket over a plain white t-shirt, along with a skirt that reminded me of the 80s.

“Very 80’s,” I commented, smiling. “It looks good on you, Roxy.” Roxy grinned and leaned in for a hug, her large, dark-framed glasses slipping down her nose.

“And who is this little beauty?” Roxy asked, eyeing Molly with interest.

“Roxy, this is my new daughter, Molly. I want you to outfit her with a few things,” I said, ticking off the items on my list. Roxy nodded and led Molly toward a back room.

As Roxy and Molly disappeared into the back room, I did some shopping of my own. I picked up a few items, including a DVD on enjoying anal sex and some lubricant. I also found a black velvet choker with a small charm that read “Daddy’s Girl.”

I headed to the back room, expecting that the women wouldn’t be long. When I arrived, I found Roxy and Molly in a compromising position, with Roxy rubbing her shaved pussy against Molly’s.

“Roxy, we have dinner reservations,” I chided, leaning against the doorframe. Roxy looked up, her face flushed with excitement.

“I couldn’t help it,” she said, wiping her mouth with both arms. “She’s got a gorgeous pussy, and that thick red snatch patch is too much!”

Molly’s eyes sparkled as she scanned the exclusive restaurant, taking in the long tablecloths and co-ed bathrooms. The atmosphere was electric, with patrons engaged in all manner of intimate activities. Two Asian women were deeply into a kiss, their male companion watching with a smile, while another woman stood by her table, her dress hiked up as she pleasured herself for the benefit of her dinner companions.

Molly’s gaze lingered on the scene, her menu forgotten. I leaned in, my voice low and teasing. “I suppose I’ll have to give you a little attention tonight, hmm?” I caught her eye, using the phrase “pussy” to pique her interest. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away.

As we waited for our wine, I whispered to her, “Watch closely, we might bring one of them home to get you warmed up.” Molly’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and I knew she was ready for whatever the night had in store.

The waiter returned with our wine, pouring glasses for both of us. I watched as Molly took a tentative sip, her eyes widening in approval. I allowed her a little to take the edge off, but not so much that it would ruin our night.

“I wonder how much juice you’ll squirt tonight?” I asked, my voice low and suggestive. Molly’s head whipped around, a shocked smile on her face as she admonished me for making the comment. I smiled, knowing I was pushing her boundaries.

“Daddy!” she whispered loudly, her eyes shining with excitement. I decided to see how far I could push her, using the vibrator to heighten her senses.

Molly trembled, her smile dimming as she struggled to keep up with my teasing. I leaned in, my voice low and persuasive. “I want to film our first night, I bet Roxy would love to watch you get fucked.” Molly’s eyes widened, and she looked at me with a mixture of fear and excitement.

But I wasn’t finished yet. I leaned in closer, my voice barely audible. “And I bet Peter would love to watch it too, maybe while I fuck him again.” Molly’s eyes went wide, and she looked at me with a mixture of shock and desire.

I reached into my pocket and tapped the vibrator, sending a surge of pleasure through her body. Molly jumped, her eyes closed in rapture. “Do not be embarrassed, Little One,” I whispered, my voice low and soothing. “Enjoy the moment, because tomorrow, you may not be able to walk.”

I gave her a chance to recover, and then I leaned in, my voice low and husky. “I plan to strip you naked as soon as we’re inside the house. I’ll carry you upstairs to my room and lay you down on my bed. You’re to hold the backs of your knees and show yourself off to me as I undress. Do you understand?” I punctuated my words with another tap of the vibrator, watching as Molly’s eyes went wide with excitement.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. I smiled, knowing I had her right where I wanted her. “I want this to be a night of love and passion, Little One,” I whispered, sending another surge of pleasure through her body. “I want to hear what you want also.”

Molly’s eyes closed, and she leaned back in her chair, a peaceful expression on her face. I continued to tease her, using the vibrator to heighten her senses. She seemed to relax, her eyes still closed as our food arrived.

“You must not cum, Molly,” I reminded her, my voice low and husky. “Not without permission.” Molly’s eyes snapped open, and she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and pleading.

“Do you want to cum, Miss?” the waiter asked, a sly smile on his face. Molly nodded, her voice barely audible. “Yes, sir, please.” The waiter studied her for a moment, and then he nodded, a pleased smile on his face.

“How do you feel about your new father?” he asked, his voice low and soothing. Molly’s eyes welled up with tears, and she looked at me with a mixture of love and adoration.

“I’m very happy he chose me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and love for my new daughter.

The waiter leaned in, his voice low and conspiratorial. “What would you do if he told you you couldn’t cum tonight?” Molly’s eyes closed, and she took a deep breath before answering.

“I would go to bed happy that he was my daddy.” I smiled, knowing I had her right where I wanted her.

“You may cum, my dear,” the waiter said, a sly smile on his face. I nodded, and then I increased the intensity and duration of the vibrations, watching as Molly’s body responded.

Molly’s eyes closed, and she leaned back in her chair, a look of rapture on her face. She bit her lip, and then she started to pant, her body trembling with pleasure.

“Oh, fuck yes, Daddy!” she exclaimed, her voice loud and clear. I continued to tease her, watching as she came and went, her body responding to my touch.

When she finally came down, Molly looked at me with a mixture of love and adoration. “Can we please go home and fuck now, Daddy?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

I smiled, knowing I had her right where I wanted her. “We’ll go home, Little One,” I whispered, my voice low and husky. “But first, let’s finish our dinner.”

Molly nodded, and then she looked at me with a mixture of love and adoration. “I love you, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“I love you too, Little One,” I whispered back, my voice low and soothing. “Let’s go home and make some more memories.”

We finished our dinner, and then we left the restaurant, our arms around each other. As we walked out into the night, I knew that I had found my perfect match in Molly.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of sunlight streaming in through the windows. I lay there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of contentment and sexual vigor that lingered from the night before.

But then I heard the sound of voices, and I realized that Molly had left my bed. I listened for a moment, and then I heard her and Peter talking.

“…and then he told me to hold the backs of my knees and show myself off to him as he undressed,” Molly was saying, her voice barely audible. “It was so hot, I was soaked and he carried me upstairs to his room and laid me down on his bed.”

“Just say ‘pussy hair’,” Peter teased her.

“Anyway,” Molly said, her voice forceful. “He told me he wanted to film our first night, and I bet Roxy would love to watch me get fucked.” Peter laughed, and then he asked her, “How many times did you fuck?”

Molly thought for a moment, and then she said, “I don’t know, he came in me at least 4 times. I’m a sticky mess!” Peter laughed, and then he asked her, “Do you want to hear this or not?”

Molly hesitated for a moment, and then she said, “Yeah, I’m a little sore.” Peter laughed, and then he said, “Maybe I should get a taste.” Molly giggled, and then she said, “Peter, do you want to hear this or not?”

“Go ahead, I can hear you,” Peter said, his voice muffled. Molly started to talk, telling him about our night together. “He laid on me and I could hold him close, his mouth was right by my ear and I could hear him telling me how good I was and how much he loved to look at me…”.

As I listened, I felt a sense of pride and love for my new daughter. She was growing into a beautiful and confident young woman, and I was honored to be a part of her life.

Molly’s voice trailed off, and then she said, “I wish I was his real daughter.” Peter replied, “I think you’re outta luck there, sis.” Molly’s voice was quiet, and then she said, “No, I have an idea. What if I ate his cum for a whole day, or maybe like, two? If that’s all I eat then my body would make his cum part of me, like food normally does. Then I’d be part of him.”

As I stood in the doorway, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and amusement at the scene before me. Peter sat beside Molly on the bed, his eyes fixed on me with a knowing glint. His cock was slick with Molly’s juices, a testament to the passion they had shared just moments before.

“Mol, it’s okay,” I said, trying to reassure her. “I think if you want to do this, this is the best way. You two would be linked.” I paused, studying her expression. “You don’t think it would scare him away?” Molly asked, her voice hesitant.

“Certainly not,” I replied, smiling at her. “In fact, I’m touched, Little One.” I moved closer, my eyes locked on hers. Peter’s gaze never wavered, his eyes burning with desire as he took in my nakedness.

Molly’s makeup had run, leaving her face a smudged masterpiece. Her hair was a tangled mess, cum-stained and damp. But despite her disheveled appearance, she exuded a sense of beauty and vulnerability that left me breathless.

“Oh, Daddy!” she whispered, her voice trembling as she reached out for me. But I held up a hand, staying her. “Wait, Little One,” I said, my voice low and husky. “How about a bath?” Molly nodded, her eyes shining with anticipation.

I swept her up in my arms, cradling her like a precious gem. She snuggled into my chest, her head buried against my skin. “But, Daddy,” she said, her voice muffled by my chest. “That’s what I want. I want to be covered in your hot, creamy cum.”

“I think that’s a bit excessive, even for you, Little One,” I teased, smiling down at her. But she just laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I carried her into the shower, the water cascading down around us like a warm, golden rain.

“Oh, god, yes, Daddy! Make me cum again!” Molly hissed, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. I cleared my throat, watching through the glass door as she fell apart, her body trembling with pleasure.

When she finally opened her eyes, she reached up and switched off the water. “Are you ready for me?” she purred, her voice husky with desire. I smiled, crossing my arms over my chest. “Yes, Little Molly, your bath awaits.”

But before I could escort her to the tub, she squatted down in the doorway, her eyes locked on mine. “Can I have a little breakfast first?” she asked, her voice husky with anticipation.

Molly’s hands moved deftly, her mouth closing around my cock like a warm, wet vice. I gasped, my eyes rolling back in my head as she worked me over, her tongue and lips moving in perfect harmony.

“Molly, my love, why did you say you wanted to be my real daughter?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I mean just that,” she said, her voice hoarse with emotion. “I want to be yours, a part of you. A kind of connection to you.”

I smiled, my heart swelling with love and affection for this little vixen. “Aww, baby girl,” I said, bending to scoop her up in my arms. “I love you too!” I kissed her ear, feeling her arms wrap tightly around my neck.

“Please, don’t let me go,” she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

“Never,” I promised, holding her close. “Come now, Little One, your bath is ready.”

I carried her to the tub, lowering her into the water slowly. She sank beneath the surface, her body relaxing into the warmth of the bath. I smiled, watching her as she settled in, her eyes fixed on the TV screen in front of her.

As the instructional video began to play, Molly’s eyes snapped open, her gaze fixed on the screen. I smiled, knowing that this was just the beginning of her journey into the world of anal sex.

“Pay attention and do the exercises,” I said, my voice low and husky. “You may have to watch it more than once.” Molly smiled, her eyes shining with desire.

I watched as she settled into the bath, her body relaxed and receptive. My erection still throbbed, my mind racing with thoughts of the possibilities that lay ahead.

As I turned to leave, Molly spoke up, her voice husky with desire. “Open my mouth,” she commanded, her eyes locked on mine.

I smiled, stepping up to the tub. “Good girl,” I said, my voice low and husky. My cock sprang to life, erupting into her mouth in a burst of hot, creamy cum.

Molly swallowed, her eyes never leaving mine. I stood there, my body trembling with pleasure, as she worked me over, her mouth and tongue moving in perfect harmony.

When I finally came up for air, I was grinning from ear to ear. “You’re a natural,” I said, my voice low and husky. “Now, let’s get you comfortable in that tub.”

I smiled, watching as Molly settled back into the water, her body relaxed and receptive. My eyes never left hers, my mind racing with thoughts of the possibilities that lay ahead.