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“No, itiscutting it,” I correct quickly. “I adore Lionel, and we have so much fun together. But I feel like there’s more out there. I want more men; more cock; and more adventure. I want to get out there and explore the world of sensuality that awaits.”

“Wow,” Rose repeats again, looking amazed. “So what’s going to happen? Are you going to break things off with Lionel? Drop out of high school and return to New York? Join a sex club while you’re there? I’ve heard of some crazy ones like Hacienda and the Box.”

I shake my head.

“I’m not sure,” I reply in a soft tone. “It’s confusing.”

“Well, at least talk to your stepdad,” Rose urges. “And finish high school too. We only have four more months, so it’s not a big deal to hang on for a bit longer. Once you have that diploma in hand, it’ll be on your resume forever. No one can take your education away from you.”

“That’s true,” I hum, still feeling majorly confused. “But do you think I should really talk to my stepdad about how I’m feeling?”

Rose thinks for a moment.

“Well, do you care about him?”

“Of course I care about Lionel!” I say hotly. “I love him, in fact.”

Rose nods, looking scandalized again.

“Wow, just wow. Love? But it makes sense. He’s hot, definitely,” she acknowledges.

I pin her with a look.

“Rosie, it goes beyond looks. Lionel is amazing in so many different ways. He’s manly, generous, giving in bed, a wonderful cook, and so many amazing qualities that I can’t list them all.”

She nods.

“So you should definitely talk to him then,” she says. “You owe him that, Lils. It would be weird if you took off with no explanation,especiallysince Lionel put a roof over your head after you came back, no questions asked.Andhe’s financing a new arena for the school too.”

I nod, toying a bit with my sandwich.

“I guess so. I’ll talk to him.”

“You won’t regret it,” my friend says encouragingly. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“That he hates my guts?” I ask in an arch tone. “That he kicks me out because I’m telling him I want to see other men, simultaneously if possible? That his cock isn’t enough?”

Rose shrugs.

“Maybe he’ll hate you, but something tells me that he won’t. He’s older, Lils. Older guys are more mature – hopefully.”

“Yeah,” I say with a wry smile, and then our conversation turns back to Mr. Bogart and his dirty threesome with our two classmates. Still, in the back of my mind I wonder if I’m making a huge mistake. Will Lionel abhor me if I express my true longings? Is it even okay to want what I want? I admit I’ve watched porn where there were girls being gang-banged by a suite of men, and the scenes always make me so horny. But is it normal to have these kinds of cravings, and to want to be used in the way the adult actresses are used? I suppose the only thing to do is to be honest about my desires ... before seeing what the truth brings.

8

Lionel

Istep into the sauna, the hot air massaging my sore muscles. The fact is that I’ve been working out non-stop for the past month or so because I’ve been enjoying the intimate delights my gorgeous stepdaughter has to offer. Lily is beautiful, slutty, and so wet whenever I touch her that I end up fucking her around the clock.

Not only that, but I’ve been ignoring my business while keeping busy with the brat. It’s not a big deal because the last couple years, I’ve been consumed with work. Sure, there have been rewards on that front. Kenneally Investments has done gangbusters, and I have more watches and sports cars than any man should own. My last timepiece was a special find: a Rolex Daytona 6241 Paul Newman. It cost me eight figures at auction, which would be unthinkable for most folks. But for me? It’s just a rounding error.

That’s why I’m not too worried about taking some time off. Who gives a fuck? I have nothing to prove, professionally at least. I have friends; enemies; and a lot of hangers-on. My bank account is full to bursting, and I’ve joined that select club of men who are worth ten figures. Like I said: the cost of my Rolex is just a rounding error.

Besides, my life has a nice rhythm to it now. I wake up to Lily in my bed, and she’s gorgeous to behold. The young woman sleeps like a baby, often with one hand beneath her cheek, and one leg tangled with mine. Her big breasts are often bare because I like my women to sleep nude, and more often than not, I’ll gently pat her pussy as my first gesture upon awakening. Lily will stir a bit, and then with a low chuckle, I’ll spread her labia to look upon of those glistening pink insides. It’s something that I enjoy. A woman’s body is beautiful and deserves to be worshipped, especially Lily’s secret pinkness. More often than not, I’ll lean down and take a sip of the nectar between her legs, waking the sweet girl up in the process.

“Oh Daddy,” she sighs while running her hands through my dark hair. “Mmm, I love your morning kisses.”

“That’s good, princess, because I love kissing you in the morning. Now, turn over, honey, because Daddy wants to taste your behind too. You have exactly the kind of slutty pussy and ass that only Daddy can satisfy.”

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