Free Olivia's Guardian by Rose St. Andrews Page B

see her breasts rise and fall with each pulsation.
    “All right, little one, I want you to pleasure me,” he said simply.
    Her eyes drifted down to between his legs. Here was yet another thing she’d not done in decades. Yet, she didn’t dare refuse, and didn’t want to refuse. She moved to kneel between his legs, then squealed as he hoisted her aloft and deposited her sort of halfway across his lap. Her mouth opened and she accepted his cock. Her eyes grew wide as his hands began to play with and caress her still-tender cheeks.
    He chuckled. “Ah-ah-ahhh, you don’t get off that easy, my sweet. No, you must service Daddy while he distracts you.”
    She shuddered, unsure what that meant, but sure she’d find out. Her tongue swirled about, his member started to stiffen, and his fingers explored her body. The drawer slid open, but she couldn’t see what he was doing there.
    A low hum came on, her eyebrows went up, and then she truly squealed as two vibrators entered her. Caleb worked them in and out of her pussy and ass. Her body stiffened, she sucked harder, he grew larger, and he worked the vibrators in and out of her harder and faster. Olivia shivered and tingled from head to toe. The sensations were too much for her, she was being driven wild, and her mind was slipping away.
    Caleb rocked his hips, thrusting harder and deeper into her mouth, his long rigid cock practically plunging down her throat. He shuddered and shook, and came. His seed exploded in her mouth and she took it, drinking and slurping every drop down until he was clean.
    Then she also exploded. The vibrators made her body go into overdrive. Her muscles convulsed, her pussy became drenched, and the stimulation to her clit and g-spot and her ass was too much for her to control.
    She came hard and her mind crumbled.
    Sleep came easily to her and she never stirred, even when Caleb carried her back to her own bed. She knew he’d done it at some point in the night as she woke up there, and in her little nightie.
     
    * * *
     
    The next day was pretty much a repeat of the day before, except that she didn’t get an enema and anal. Instead, Daddy gave her a very intimate exam to ensure she was healthy down there and reacting properly, and it was followed by a wild bout of sex. As dinnertime neared, Caleb insisted she dress properly. He laid out her clothes on her bed, and her jaw dropped at the sight of them. Cute little black shoes, white socks, and a bright yellow dress like she’d seen in a lot of the ancient movies on TV.
    It was very short!
    It barely came to mid-thigh, and the accompanying panties were frilly little white ones. Her embarrassment factor went through the roof at the thought of Cynthia seeing her like this, but she knew better than to defy him. Emerging from the bedroom, he informed her that there was one last detail before their guests arrived: a quick brisk spanking to give her an incentive to be a good girl all evening.
    When the doorbell rang, Caleb went to open the door, and she followed slowly, rubbing her tender cheeks the whole way. The door opened, and there they were, a nice couple in their early thirties. It was amazing; Olivia recognized Cynthia, even after all this time. She was very tall, almost seven feet, and her husband (she introduced him as Stanley) was even taller, which was rare. They shook hands with Caleb and then he turned and gestured to her. Cynthia actually squealed in childlike delight at the sight of her and got down on one knee to hug her. When she patted her on the bottom, Olivia stifled a squeak.
    Cynthia looked her in the eye and grinned. “Well, well, do my eyes and ears deceive me, or have you found the right sort of man for you?”
    She blushed. “Uh-huh. I’m happy, Cyn, for the first time in my life, I’m truly happy.”
    “I’m happy for you, Liv,” she replied, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
    Stanley moved forward to hug her too and then they went to the living room to sit for