by Cherry, Lulu
THE SHY BRAT
Bad Boy Daddy Series
3
by
Lulu Cherry
Copyright 2018 Lulu Cherry
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All characters in this book are over eighteen years old.
No one is related by blood.
THE SHY BRAT
Everyone's got secrets. Mine were about him. When no one was around he would lay his hands on me.
If I hadn't wanted those hands on me then that would have been a problem.
But the thing was this. I did.
I was an abnormally shy person. I had trouble talking to most people. That's just the way I was.
But if I didn't feel like talking to anyone then why should I?
But Mommy had made me start talking to the school psychiatrist. I hated that shrink. And I hated Mommy for making me talk to that shrink.
If the shrink had had her way, I'd be taking some new personality enhancing drug.
I steadfastly refused. Unless they wanted to commit me to some mental ward, then I was staying just as I was. Shy.
I mean, so what if I was different? I was happy with myself the way I was. Why shouldn't I have been?
I was petite but pretty. I had a good figure.
Sure, I was eighteen, but if I enjoyed playing the cute little girl, then wasn't that my business and not anyone else's?
Then at last, I found a man that enjoyed playing that game with me, too. But there was a problem. He was mommy's new husband.
The first time we were alone in the room together for just a few minutes. He went right to me.
I just stood there looking at him. I felt the urge to say something. But I was too shy. Words just wouldn't come out of my mouth.
He laid his hand on my ass. Just like that. As if daring me to protest or to scream out. I didn't.
Then, he slowly drew his hand upwards. Right up the curve of my ass.
As he did it he talked as if nothing were happening at all.
"How's school these days?" He asked.
I said nothing.
"Cat got your tongue?" He taunted me.
And up and down my ass his hand went. So slowly.
My breathing gave me away totally. I was sure of it. And I hated this betrayal.
The next time it happened I was wearing a long skirt. And a sweater. I'd just gotten home from school. Mommy was in the kitchen getting a snack ready.
Daddy was there at the door when I walked in. I just stopped cold and stared at him. I put my book bag down and just stood there.
He just casually walked up to me as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
Then, he laid both his hands on me. As if he owned me. And the truth was, at that point, he did.
One of his hands found my ass. He slowly smoothed it up and down.
His other hand went under my sweater. He laid it on my stomach. Then down it slowly slipped until it went under my skirt.
Then his hand was on my bush. It was a place where no one else's hand had ever been. His fingers traveled through my pubic hair.
I stood right there and let him do it. I was as still as a statue. But I was hot.
When his finger slipped across my clit and played, I trembled. And when that finger slipped into my cunt, I shuddered
He found my sweet spot. And it didn't take long. Mere minutes. And then my whole body was convulsing with orgasm.
But I showed nothing externally.
My new daddy thought this was a transgression. He thought he was being the bad boy. Taking advantage of the little girl.
And that made it all the sweeter. But how much did my body betray me?
I couldn't say. I hoped not much. The more Daddy believed he was being naughty, for me, the better.
Encounters like this went on for a while.
I waited for those precious moments when we were alone. I knew what it would bring. If it was just a few moments I could expect a feel.
Maybe a hand on my breast or my ass. Slowly massaging me. Never with explicit consent. Me always silent. Just standing there.
I hoped Daddy thought I was petrified. I wanted him to think he intimidated me. I wanted him to think he'd scared me stiff.
That turned me on.
I didn't want him to know how desperate I really was for these encounters.
And some of them were quite something.
If Mommy gave me ten minutes or more alone, then oh! Daddy's magic fingers would creep into that secret place between my legs.
I'd just stand there, motionless and silent, while Daddy brought me to ravishing orgasms with his fingers.
"You're such a good girl," Daddy would say.
If Mommy had discovered us, I'd have said Daddy had forced himself on me. Hey, I was just that little shy girl that needed a school shrink, right?
Sometimes I thought maybe only Daddy liked me the way I was. Wasn't that a funny thought?
But I would never have admitted how much I liked what he did to me. Not to anyone. Least of all not Mommy if she caught us.
But the truth was I looked for chances for these encounters at every chance I got. I wanted Daddy to find me alone. I longed for it.
It was twisted. At all costs I couldn't let Daddy in on my true secret. I wanted him to feel like he was a nasty old man. I wanted him to feel naughty and bad.
There you go again, Daddy, fingering me up, the shy little helpless girl. Just because you can. What a dirty old man you are!
I loved thinking how naughty Daddy must have thought himself to be.
What kind of man feels up a shy little girl too scared to move or speak? Only the worst kind of pervert.
That's you, Daddy, pervert supreme. That's why I love you. Yes, I finally decided that I loved him.
And, of course, Mommy had no idea. She loved Daddy almost as much as me. In front of her, he was the perfect gentlemen.
If only she'd known the real reason he'd even married her. I remember that first night he visited our house. Before he and Mommy had married. The way his eyes had found me.
He'd wanted me even then. I was sure of it. Even then we'd been soul mates destined for each other.
My silence and passivity had been a call to him. No wonder he'd married my mother. It was the best way he could get at me.
And some mother protector she was, marrying him! But I was delighted.
Bad boy Daddy. Oh, how I loved his naughtiness.
Mommy did eventually begin to suspect something. She began to watch us more carefully.
It was subtle, but you could see it. If she was leaving the room for more than a few minutes, she would try to find an excuse to take me with her.
And she began to look at us differently. Her eyes began to scrutinize us both a little more.
Daddy tried to come to me at night. But that was too easy. I made sure to lock my door.
But I would sit beside it waiting. Oh, how wet I felt when I could hear him trying to turn the knob and failing.
I wanted to let him in. I
did. But it just wasn't naughty enough.
Once though, when Daddy hadn't felt me up in days, and I was desperate for his touch, I took special measures.
Mommy always baked in the evening. When she'd run out of things, she'd go to our neighbor for just a cup of this or that.
Our neighbor loved to gossip. So this always took time.
So here is what I did. We were already a little low on sugar. When no one was watching, I took the last bit we had and I flushed it all down the toilet.
Just as I'd hoped, Mommy went to the neighbor to borrow a cup of sugar.
I was going to be alone with Daddy for at least ten minutes. Maybe longer.
I couldn't wait to find out what kind of perverted thing he would do with that much time!
I sat on the sofa. I watched little girl cartoons. I so loved playing the cute little girl.
Daddy had just taken a shower. He was wearing nothing but his evening clothes now.
He wasted no time at all. He came right to me. He stood right in front of me blocking the TV.
He plucked the remote out of my hands. He turned and clicked off the TV.
Go on, Daddy, I'm just your little girl sex toy. Do with me whatever you want.
But I couldn't make it easy. I had to make it naughty. I fluttered my eyes as if I were frightened. I looked away.
I'm sure I looked scared. I had to look like I wanted to get away but was too shy to move.
Deer in the headlights. That's how I wanted to appear to him. A little mouse caught in a trap.
You've cornered me, Daddy. I'm too shy to resist. What are you going to do to me?
I couldn't wait to find out.
He sat down right next to me. I just looked forward. I barely breathed. I must have looked terrified.
I swallowed to enhance the effect.
I waited. I couldn't at all see Daddy. Was he playing with his pants? What was that sick pervert doing?
How delightful this was! Me and Daddy together on the sofa. Daddy planning something perverted.
Then suddenly his hand was on my head. This was new. He'd never done this before.
He grabbed my ponytail. Then casually he pulled me toward his lap. Then I saw it. His fly was open. His cock was out!
I'd never seen a man's penis before. Yes, in magazines or on the Internet. But never in the flesh like this. It was giant. It was the Empire State Building of cocks.
I would have loved to have just dove down on it. I wanted to gobble it up.
But I couldn't. No. That would be to ruin the role I'd set up. This had to be a transgression. That's what I wanted.
So I resisted. As he tried to pull me toward his cock, I pulled back and away with as much strength as I could.
His grip on my ponytail grew incredibly tight. It even began to hurt. Then with both grace and strength he pulled me toward his cock.
I hadn't realized how incredibly strong he was!
I used all the strength I could muster to pull away. But thankfully I was no match for him at all.
My head was then right above his cock. He brought my lips right on top of his cock. Straining to hold me in as he did so.
"Lick!" He said through gritted teeth.
I didn't.
He literally rubbed my lips against his cock. He pushed my head down until his cock met with my clenched teeth.
"Lick!" Daddy said in a menacing voice.
And he pushed my mouth down hard on his cock. I fought the urge to open my clenched teeth.
But the smell of him. Oh, that delicious smell. And he was so strong. He had such control of me.
I loved how angry he was getting.
Then he gave me one last push.
"Lick it, goddamit!" He spat.
And I did.
My tongue came out. I licked. Right up his shaft my tongue went. And then once I started I couldn't stop.
There was no holding back now.
I licked up one side of his shaft and then the other. I licked the mushroom at the top. My tongue swirled around it. I licked the sensitive area just under the tip.
Oh, I loved Daddy's cock!
I wanted to resist some more. But I just couldn't. It was too delicious.
And Daddy's other hand now crept into my pants. Through my pubic hair his fingers went. Over my clit, they paused to have some fun. And then finally into my cunt a long finger went.
We both breathed so hard.
Too easy. Too easy. I thought. I can't give in this easily. Suddenly I tried to pull back up. Daddy shoved my mouth back down.
My whole mouth went over his cock then. I hadn't even had time to clench my teeth. His cock just slipped into my mouth.
My tiny little mouth. And Daddy's great big cock.
It's just what I wanted. It's what I'd been desperate for. But it had been so fast. And so sudden.
My mouth had never been this full of anything. It was stuffed beyond capacity.
My eyes teared. I couldn't breathe. I thought I might die.
Oh, what a way to go!
"Suck!" Daddy barked. "Suck!"
He must have realized I couldn't breathe then. He pulled my head back about half way.
I gulped down some air. The air made a funny gurgling sound as it slipped in past Daddy's cock which was covered in my saliva.
Daddy then began to rock my head up and down.
In and out of my mouth his cock went. Daddy worked me hard.
Oh, yes, Daddy! Wicked, naughty Daddy!
Work me hard because Mommy might be back any minute.
What's she going to say if she finds us like this? Daddy's big mean hand shoving her sweet little girl's mouth down on his giant cock. What would Mommy say?
See, Mommy, I know how to have fun. Fuck you and your shrink.
Daddy was fast. He was nearly frantic. He shoved my head up and down on his cock. I gave him no assistance at all. I just hung limply and made him do all the work.
But all the while his other hand remained atop my pussy. His forefinger deep inside me, exciting me.
Daddy's finger found that most sensitive of spots. My tension was spiraling out of control. Only getting higher and higher.
I don't know what came over me. But suddenly I firmed my lips around Daddy's cock. I then began to suck. To suck as hard as I could while he literally yanked me up and down over it.