chapter 6

She fingered her virgin, teenage cunny watching Daddy fuck her Mum with long slow strokes as Mum threw her head back and moaned.

Olivia couldn't hold back, they only had to turn the right way and they would see her watching and playing... she tiptoed to her room, kept the door open and fucked herself with my fingers as she heard her sweet, tender, kind Daddy pound her bitch Mum. And when they came together she lost control, wishing it was her womb that Daddy was flooding with his cum. It took all her willpower effort to pull herself out of bed, creep out then come back making plenty noise.

Looking back Olivia realised that their relationship was in trouble even then. Which made the control he had over her, even if it was just in the bedroom, even more incredible.

Her mother was many things but no one ever described her as submissive. And when she told Daddy how much she loved his cock inside her, that was the honest words of woman looking for the exit door, not a love struck newlywed trying to boost her husband ego.

Three years later that memory still made her as wet as it did in her little room on Mykonos. And she was soaked right now.

Forcing herself to stop she rolled off the bed and went to the chair in the corner. Where Ted, her childhood stuffed toy sat. She had almost forgotten about him, he had been left when that bitch her mum fled back to London, leaving Olivia's life in ruins.

Picking up the little bear she placed him in the middle of what had been her mother beds. There's going to be more than one reunion today she thought as she straddled her old stuffie. Mhmmmmm he felt even better than she remembered. His cute snout and hard button nose rubbed her bud through the satin shorts. He could have been desired to grip her, he was perfect. She begin to grind against him, her hips grinding back and forth in lazy circles making the little toy stimulate every inch of her soaked cunny. She tossed her head back and trailed her hands up her body, fingernails grazing her then teased her nipples through the satin top with each hand. How did she look, she wondered? Like a little wanton slut. Daddy's little Fucktoy. Slowly grinding against her childhood stuffie she played with her tits, head back, lips parted as she moaned quietly.. "Daddy, please Daddy don't stop."

What would happen if Shep opened the door? He could, it was his house, a brief knock then the door would swing open. She might hear the knock but she knew then she wouldn't stop. Her head would turn to face him, standing in the doorway, shocked, rooted to the spot, just like she had been when she saw him fuck that bitch in Mykonos. She would hold his gaze and say in a quiet voice.