EroticReverie

Graham Gerard Windsor

My attraction has not waned. My thoughts, only happen more often, and only become more filthy as the days ticks by without being able to touch her soft skin, or kiss her delicious looking mouth, or taste her skin, and between her legs, or her nipples. I want it all, and fucking the look a like brunette at the club isn't curbing the desire like it was before. She is your granddaughter I remind myself everytime I wrap my fist around my cock and imagine her body. Or everytime I sink my cock in the lookalike brunette at the club, imagining it's Dove, while I make the look alike , beg for grand daddy dick in her cunt. I've always been a man with kinks and less vanilla tastes. Dove was my first real problem, because she was a fantasy, I couldnt indulge in. A fantasy that money couldnt buy me by paying off a sex worker at the club. 

I sit in my office, with nothing to do, but I needed a bit of time to relax myself before spending with time her. To jerk myself off to calm the urges I had everytime I looked at her. The urge I had to bend her over that table and lift her pretty little dress and fuck her with my necklace around her tiny little throat.

I pull open the thin drawer in the middle of my desk, pulling it all the way and pulling forward the papers that cover the soft cotton panties I've stashed away in the back. Pulling them out, lifting them. A fresh pair from her dirty laundry. I inhale, then take out my cock, and stroke myself with them , till i cum in them, making a fucking mess in them, imagining her pulling them on and having my cum laying on her pussy. 

I stuff them in my pocket and make my way to the laundry room, looking around. I drop the panties into the hamper of her clothes, yet to be washed. When I turn around I see Esme. Her brow cocks slightly. 

"Sir." She nods. I stand there, caught dropping my grand daughters panties into the dirty clothes. She looks to the panties. I look too. The cum stain clearly fucking visible, a wet stain right on the gusset of the small pair of panties. 

My eyes go back to Esme, her eyes lift to me. 

I say nothing. I pay her, she works for me. I dont need to explain myself to Esme, and she knows it. I pay her well enough that I could cum on that entire basket of clothes and know she wouldn't say a word. 

I turn to walk out. 

"Sir?" she asks. I close my eyes and clench my jaw.

"Esme, what you saw-"

"Sir, I was just going to say, if it pleases you, I can bring them to you." she says.

"What?" I ask. 

"Her intimates sir. Before I launder them. I can leave them in your bedroom if that's what you'd like, so you needn't come down here to retrieve them and return them." She says and I blink. 

"I understand a man urges sir, I am not judging. She's a pretty girl." Esme says. 

I nod. 

"This stays between us Esme." I say.

Her brows pinch as if she's offended I'd think otherwise. 

"Of course sir." She nods. 

"I'd like you to leave them in the middle drawer of my desk. In the back." I say and she nods. 

"Bring me a freshly used pair each day." I say. She nods.

"Of course sir." she says as if I didnt just make the most fucked up request I've ever asked of anyone. 

"I think she fancies you sir." Esme says. 

I just hum and turn and walk out of the laundry room and make my way to the theatre. 

It's only been about thirty minutes, and I'm early, but so is she. I walk in, and she's sitting in the back along the wall to wall  bed area. Alright so it's not exactly a bed, but its a couch that sticks out enough, to let you lean against the pillows and stretch your legs out comfortably. you could lay sideways of course, but she's lounging back in the corner of the wall , wearing a pair of those soft as butter leggings, they're baby blue with white bows printed on them. She wears a loose plain white t shirt, and the way she's lounging when she looks over. I can see the fabric draping over her perky tits, her little nippled, hard and peaked, taunting me. I shouldve jerked off a second time. 

"What movie would you like to watch?" I ask her, shoving my hands in my pockets.

"Dont you want to be more comfortable?" She asks , with a slight cock to her head. 

"I am comfortable. I always wear suits." I say. 

She shrugs. "Okay. Any movie is fine, I just dont like scary movies." 

"Titanic?" I ask. 

She lifts a brow. "That's a long movie." 

"Do you have somewhere to be?" I ask, trying to joke. 

She shakes her head. "No." 

I just picked the longest movie I could think of on purpose, to be able to sit in the dark with her for as long as possible.

I put the movie on and then turn off the lights. I remove my suit jacket, drapping it over one of the leather recliners near the back of the room, then sit in the middle of the couch, not leaning back. Sitting there, elbows on my arms, watching the screen as the movie begins.

"You're going to sit like that?" She asks. I turn my head. 

"Like what?" I ask as she lays slightly on her side, with her eblow stuffed into a pillow and her head propped in her hand. 

"Like you're ..I dont know...that doesnt look relaxing." She says and I smile slightly and push back and then lean against the wall right in the middle, with her still tucked over in the corner, about six feet between us. 

"Hows that?" I ask. She rolls her eyes and I stiffen slightly, as she rolls of her little pillow and then crawls. Fucking. Crawls. On hands and knees across the couch. My cock stiffens as the loose shirt hands just enough for me to catch a small fucking glimpse down her shirt, her perky tits pointing down as she crawls to me. I dont bother to adjust my dick, because it would be too obvious. She's stunning. 

She kneels at the edge of the couch and then reaches for my feet. 

I almost groan as I watch her pull of my shoe and drop it. Then she does the same to the other one. My little pet. Taking off my shoes. At least that's what I picture, her removing my shoes everyday, taking care of me, taking away my fucking stress with her mouth by sucking me off after a long day. 

"Better?" She asks, hands on her knees. 

I offer a small smile. "Yes, thank you." 

We stare at each other for a few moments and then she smiles slightly and rolls her eyes with a little shake of her head and then turns and crawls herself back across the couch. My eyes on her round plump ass. It's a tiny thing, but it's cute. Sexy. Fuckable. Definitely fuckable. 

She plops back to her side and props herself on the pillows again and looks at the screen. I watch her for a moment, then look back at the screen too. 

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I turn the movie off an hour into it, because she fell asleep only thirty minutes in. I turnt he light on low and walk over to her, looking down, watching her sleep. She'd shifted onto her back, her back propped against the pillows, her head towards the screen. One arm over her stomach, the other laying at her side. 

I just stand there. Watching her sleep, like I have every night when I go into her room. I just watch her. Sometimes refraining from taking my cock out, and other times, stroking myself through my pants. Sometimes unzipping and fisting my bare cock for the thrill that she could wakeup and see my cock hard in my hand for her.

I sit down and lean back near where her head is. Her head in the corner, her body laid out against the back of the wall. I sit on the other side of the wall near the corner, leaning back against the pillows as I rub my cock through my pants to the way her perky tits sit perfectly on her chest, the white tshirt laying over them, her mouth partially open, her lashes resting peacefully on her cheeks. 

I unbuckle, I unzip and I stroke slowly, reaching out with my hand , gently picking up a lock of her hair, and rubbing it between my fingers as I pump my hand faster.

I spill within minutes, making a mess of my shirt. 

I take my thumb. Wiping a bit of my cum off my shirt and then reach over, rubbing it into the ends of a lock of her hair. 

Five minutes later, I'm scooping her up. she sighs and stirs and mumbles , but tucks her head onto my shoulder as I carry her all the way to her bedroom, and lay her down in her bed. Tempted  to crawl in beside her, and see what happens if she wakes up with me beside her. But I wont be able to keep my hands off her if I lay down with her. I've already crossed to many fucking lines. 

I pull the covers over her as she lays on her back. I lean over her, one hand on the opposite side of her as I lean down, and press my mouth to hers. Barely. Just brushing my lips against hers. Then pressing them gently a bit more firmly to hers.  My cock swelling once more as I kiss her softly again. She sighs in her sleep and mutters. I dare to kiss her again, just once more. Then stand up, pushing my hand off the bed and looking down at her. Wondering if I woke her up with my cock in her mouth, what she'd think, what she'd do. 

That's your grand daughter. You've already gone too fucking far. Money cant buy you this, cant buy you her. This is one desire, you can't fucking play out. It's wrong. It doesnt matter that you didnt watch her grow up, that you didnt even know her till two months ago, she's still your blood, your grand daughter. 

I watch her sleep for a few more minutes, wondering how I would keep myself from doing the forbidden. How Id stop myself from trying to get my cock inside of her. 

"You'd fit so fucking tight, wouldnt you pretty Dove?" I whisper my own thoughts of imagining how tight she must be. 

I groan, and leave her room before I lose my fucking control and climb in that fucking bed and traumatize her, the last thing she needs is her perverted grandfather try to fuck her when she's newly fucking orphaned. 

I go to my room, undressing and then grab my swim trunks and put them on. I walk downstairs , outside to outdoor pool, needing to cool off, while also burning off steam. 

I dive right in and begin to do my laps, back and forth, changing strokes, trying to clear my head of the thoughts that shouldnt fucking be there. But it's impossible. My dick might be under control, and no longer hard, but the thoughts in my head are just worse as I think about ways to fuck her. How I'd do it. Where I'd do it. I picture her loving it, picture her hating it, and crying, and me continuing to fuck her anyways. I think about making love to her, and I think about hurting her. I think about spoiling her pretty tits and cunt with my mouth, and I think about shoving my cock so far downher fucking throat that she suffocates and passes out while I still use her fucking mouth. I think about fucking her like a princess, and fucking her like a whore. I think about drugging her, using her while shes unconscious and pumping her full of my fucking cum. I think about her ontop of me, riding me, bouncing and  begging for it. Then I think about her screaming and kicking as I force my cock into her ass. I picture her tears soaking the fucking sheets as I pound away at every fucking hole. Using her up. I think of holding her body against me at night, in my arms, I think of kissing her mouth goodnight and good morning. I think of a collar around her neck, and her on  her knees submitting to me. Crawling around on all fours, twenty four seven. I think of sppiling her with orgasms, using my tongue, fingers and toys till she's overstimulated and begging to stop cumming. And forcingher to keep cumming. I think about it all. Some nice, some not so nice. 

The laps dont help. I push out of the pool and walk over to my towel, my cock going stiff as the thoughts race through my head. I groan , and sit down on the lounger, leaning back and taking out my cock once more as I look up at her window, knowing she's laying there, asleep, and so fuckable with those pillow lips, and round ass. Her sweet tits. 

I make a mess once more. then drag my fucking ass inside, to my bedroom, to my bathroom,  to the shower. Rinsing off. Drying off and getting into bed. 

"Fuck" I sigh as I lay down. "Fuck."