Dakota’s POV
“Close your eyes Hunter!” I yelled as I heard him enter the bedroom.
“What for?” Ugh can’t he just cooperate
“Just do it. Please Daddy” I begged him and he grunted out a fine.
I walked out of the bathroom, and pulled open his eyes. He looked me up and down before trying to touch me, “What’s all this brat?”
“Just a little something special” I was wearing a schoolgirl outfit. Underneath the tiny top I was wearing a black bra and panty under the skirt. If it could even be considered a skirt. It was so short that it didn’t cover anything. I think it was just meant to sell the concept. He reached for me but I pushed his hands away, “Uh uh Daddy. No touching”
“What do you mean, No fucking touching. That ass is mine, I’ll touch it whenever I fucking want” He overpowered me and grabbed a fistfull of my butt.
We haven’t had sex in a while due to my injuries so I’m sure that he was extremely horny, “Can I ride your cock daddy?”
“You wanna ride my cock brat? Well come here then, and let me get you ready” He pushed me down onto the bed.
I turned back towards him, “I already stretched Daddy, wanted to be ready for you”
He pulled down my panties and slipped in one of his fingers. It went in with ease, “Mm...good girl. Your pussy is nice and wet for cock isn’t it?” He added more fingers and I nodded.
He slipped his fingers out, lubed up his cock and brought it up to my hole, “Daddy! You said I could ride it!” I whined at him.
“Watch it brat. You take what I fucking give you” He spat out at me but repositioned us so I was straddling him.
I tried to sit down on his cock, but since it’s been so long since we fucked I was really struggling, “Ow daddy you’re too big”
He put his hands on my hips and tried to thrust up into me. I yelped and pulled off. I sat back down again and eased myself on but it was still really tight. We spent a good five minutes with me trying to get adjusted to his size before Hunter got tired of waiting and slammed me down on his cock with no mercy. I cried out in pain and pleasure.
“Uhn daddy you’re so deep in my pussy. It’s too much” I held onto him tightly as he thrusted into me.
“You’re the one who said you were ready for my cock. Now do what you said and ride me, brat” He stopped his thrusts and I lifted myself up and down on his dick. It was starting to hurt less, and it was nice getting to see Hunter’s reactions as I rode him.
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Blake’s POV
Some of my roommates had their parents over at the apartment and I really didn’t want to be there for that, so I decided to go home. I unlocked the front door and went to go look for my dad, maybe we could do something.
I walked towards his room and opened the door, and oh god my eyes. I was met with the sight of Dakota in some kind of skirt riding my dad like his life depended on it. I accidentally made eye contact with my dad right before I slammed the door shut. Maybe I would have been better off at the apartment.
My dad walked out of his room a few minutes later looking pretty upset, “What the fuck are you doing here Blake?”
I guess he wasn’t happy that I interrupted him from getting some, “Sorry dad. How was I supposed to know you guys would be fucking?”
“Well you better not act weird about it. The brat is super embarrassed” He warned me.
“And you’re not?” I asked.
“No, why would I be embarrassed about having sex. If anything you should be embarrassed for interrupting us” He gave me one of his deadpan glares.
“It was really gross to see. I need to bleach my eyes out” I complained
“Oh get over yourself. Are you five or something? You’re starting to sound like the brat” Dakota chose that minute to walk into the room. He got dressed into some of his normal clothes, and scurried to hide behind my dad.
He popped his head out from his hiding spot, “Sorry you had to see that Blake”
“What are you apologizing for Brat? He’s the one who should be saying sorry, it’s all because of him that I’m suffering from blue balls” Dakota smacked my dad and glared at him which was really amusing to me.
“It’s called being courteous Hunter” I laughed at his response.
“Dad doesn’t know what that is” I quipped and dad just rolled his eyes.
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Dakota’s POV
It’s been a couple of days since what Ilike to refer to as the “incident”. I can’t believe Blake walked in on me and Hunter having sex. Talk about embarrassing. I would hate to walk in on my parents having sex. Just thinking about it makes me want to throw up. At least it’s not awkward between the two of us, and we have mutually decided not to bring it up.
Since Hunter was doing some kind of mock competition at the gym today, and I didn’t have to work, Blake was taking me with him somewhere. He didn’t exactly tell me, but I trust him.
I was surprised when I saw that we were at a tattoo parlor, “Hello what can I help you guys with?”A man with black hair, and colorful sleeves asked us.
“I’m here for my appointment. It should be under Blake Ford” Blake told the man who nodded in confirmation.
“You’re getting a tattoo?!” He nodded as we were led to one of the stations, “Does your dad know about this?”
“No and I’m pretty sure that he won’t be too happy about it either which is why I brought you” He explained to me.
“I am not being your alibi Blake” I told him. He ignored me while he talked to the artist about the design he picked which was a wolf in a tuxedo holding a sheep mask. It was actually a really cool piece, but that’s beside the point.
“You don’t have to be my alibi Dakota. They do piercings here right Frank?” He asked the guy.
“Yeah, what are you thinking about getting?” Frank asked me.
“I am not getting a piercing Blake” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Please Dakota, my dad will be less mad at me. Don’t guys find piercings hot, Frank?” So that was his game.
“I mean I guess it depends on the guy and what type of piercing it is, but I guess most guys think that belly button piercings are hot” Frank was really not helping my case.
“Dad will be a lot less mad at me if you distract him for me” He pleaded with me again.
“So you want me to get a piercing to make your dad horny and fuck me so that he won’t notice your tattoo?” I asked him with a raised brow. Frank laughed loudly.
“Well when you put it that way it sounds bad, but I promise to do anything you want even if the plan doesn’t work” I sighed before looking at Frank.
“What kind of belly button jewelry do you guys have?” He pointed me over to this case.
“Thank you so much Dakota!” Blake exclaimed.
“Yeah Yeah Yeah. Frank make sure that thing hurts” I told Frank as he started to tattoo.
I ended up with a barbell piercing with a diamond, and it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. Frank told me that I would have to be really careful, not to wear tight shirts, and avoid places where there is a lot of bacteria so it doesn’t get infected before it heals.
Blake’s back was covered in what I think was cling film or saran wrap, I’m not too sure. It looked pretty cool though.
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When we got back to the house, Hunter’s car was in the driveway. We were screwed.
“Where were you two?” Hunter asked when we walked into the living room.
Blake replied with, “Oh just at the market” at the same time I replied with, “the mall”
“At the market in the mall is what we meant,” Blake tried to say.
“ Uh huh. Come here brat” He beckoned me over and I gulped nervously, “Want to explain to me what this is?
He pointed at my new bling, “Um a belly button piercing?”
“Why did you decide to get this?” Don’t judge me, I panicked.
“Blake made me!” I blurted out and Blake looked scared.
“Blake made you, and why would Blake make you do this?” I looked over at Blake, “Come here Blake. Maybe you could explain to me why there is saran wrap on your back and shoulder and why my boyfriend has a piercing that you made him get”
“Um..well...you see. It’s really quite funny...I gotta go!” Blake booked it to his room.
“Does that boy think that I’m stupid? I know that he got a tattoo. Some guy from the parlor called the house earlier to confirm the appointment. You would think that he would know not to use the house phone for things he doesn’t want me to know” I shrugged in response before he continued, “And you. How could you let him pressure you into this?”
“He was just really persuasive. Are you really that mad at me Hunter?” I looked up at him and hugged him.
“No you stupid brat, it’s your fucking body. That’s why I’m upset that you would let someone else tell you what to do with it or not” I guess that made sense, and at least he’s not mad at me
“Do you like it though?” He stared at it contemplating.
“Yeah it looks nice” Ugh such a typical response, “I have to go do something right now. You can come if you want”
We walked into the bedroom and I watched him pull out a syringe from the cabinet. I was really confused when I saw him inject himself with it, “What is that Hunter?”
“My steroids. This is one of the last ones in the cycle” He explained so matter of factly.
“Steroids? I thought those were illegal? Is that why you look like you do?” I was even more confused and a little concerned.
He looked at me with a small glare, “Let me explain some things about bodybuilding to you, brat. Yes, steroids are illegal, but they can be prescribed to someone by a doctor. There are many different types of steroids, and some are stronger than others. They can be dangerous, but professional and healthy bodybuilders go on cycles and pay close attention to their usage when they are on their cycles. 90% of the time we are not on steroids. Steroids are essential to bodybuilding because there is no way someone can put on a lot of size without help. That is what steroids are for. There is no way that I could get or maintain the physique that I have without putting work into the gym and my nutrition. I was a natural bodybuilder for 7 years before starting steroids, and if I could do it without them I would. Steroids get a bad rep, but they aren’t as bad as a lot of people think”
“Okay Hunter. I wasn’t judging you, but that’s good to know. I guess all you ever hear is that people who use them are cheaters” I shrugged.
“Yeah people associate them with a lot of negativity and it’s why a lot of bodybuilders aren’t very open about it” He emphasized, “but of course there are people who misuse them”
“Well keep at it, just don’t get too muscly. I don’t think that looks very nice” I scrunched up my nose in distaste.
“Of course you would be picky about how much muscle I have. What a brat” He kissed me on the lips, and I giggled in his embrace. I love being his brat if it means that I get to be with him all the time.
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