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Victor makes sure I get back to the boat safely. It hurts to see him go and already I feel torn apart just at the thought of being separated from him. He leaves by water, his strong arms carving a path through the waves. He disappears and I pray he returns soon.
A chill has set on my skin and I go down to my cabin below the deck. I’ve taken over the master. Winston suggested it when I moved in. My mother hates the harbor, preferring her penthouse view from downtown. I think she likes it there because there’s an in-house gym and she likes to fuck the trainers. She’s always been jealous of my relationship with her husband but it’s not his fault that I’m a younger, sexier version of herself. Sure she’s still a hot MILF, but Winston likes his girls a bit more… innocent.
When I agreed to move in, Winston redecorated the master bedroom, just for me, into a lush oasis of pure white. The carpet sinks beneath my toes and I lift the dog tags over my head before grabbing a towel. I have a day’s worth of salt and sand on my skin and I can’t wait to get it off.
The tile feels cool under my feet and I strip off my red bikini from the day at the beach. I’m still in shock over the events of the day. He found me! And I found him. And we’re surely going to live happily ever after. Our story is more like a fairy-tale than I could have hoped for. I was right to have kept my virginity for the right person and I’m nearly bursting with the anticipation of giving it to him. Soon, I tell myself, twisting the knobs on the shower. The cold spray hits me first, soaking my chest. Daddy will be the one to deflower me, and then, if I’m lucky, his seed will plant in my womb and we can start a family.
The water heats and steams the room. I like the pressure pounding, so hard that when I get out of the water my backside and breasts will be red from the beating. I step into the glass shower and let the water assault my body, hammering into my supple flesh. I glance at my row of body washes and shampoos, picking out the perfect one. If he comes back tonight, I want to be ready. I need clean hair, fresh smelling tits, and a fragrant bush. My pussy needs to shine like the virgin diamond I’ve treasured for all these years.
I pick a fruity smelling shampoo and pour a thick glob in my palm before rubbing it in my hair. I lather and scrub, making sure to get every strand of my glorious locks. The suds drip down my neck and down the valley of my breasts. I reach for the body wash, a fresh scent of cucumber, and begin the process of cleaning the salt and beach off my body.
I work up a slippery froth and begin my ministrations. I take time on each part of my body. My arms, legs, and shoulders. The dip of my belly button and the curve of my gigantic breasts. I use the time to think about my day with Victor. Truthfully, seeing him as a human was a shock! Who knew he could transition from an animal to a person so easily? The way he popped out of the ocean and wrapped his arms around me—I never thought it would happen. Victor was a man! And boy, what a man he turned out to be.
I rub the soap over my stomach and think about seeing him for the first time. He’s devastatingly handsome, with a strong, stubbled jaw and sharp cheekbones. His eye are dark and soulful. He’s a little hairy, in both forms, and I like it, from the fuzz around his nipples to the trail of happiness that leads to the bush nestled around his gargantuan cock, I wanted to play with every piece.
I dunk my head under the showerhead and remember his broad shoulders that taper down to corded rows of abs. The dip of the V near his hips that lead like an arrow to his most prized attribute: his cock.
Lord, his cock.
Since I was a little girl and first found out the love between a man and a woman, I’d dreamed of a cock so deliciously big. Something that would pierce my cherry and I’d never forget it. I had hopes, big ones, but I never knew if they’d come true until I saw my daddy standing before me, naked, wet, and semi-erect. I’ll admit my insides tensed, just a little. Man, that thing will hurt, but it’ll be worth it, I tell myself. Once he’s inside and I feel his warm seed filling me up, it will be worth every ounce of pain.
I reach for the last bottle, a fresh smelling gel that feels cool against the lips of my pussy. I hope he likes apples, I think, coating every inch. I need my cunt clean as a whistle for the man who’ll take my virtue. I’m tempted to pleasure myself again, this time with his face and body for inspiration, but now that he’s mine, I only want one thing giving me delight.
Daddy.
The only thing that concerns me is the worried look in his eyes when he dove back into the ocean. He’d spent the day with me and not on his assignment. It’s clear that his work is very important to him. I’ve fallen for a patriot, a protector, a warrior, a half-man of responsibility.
I spin the knobs and turn off the shower, letting the water droplets ease down my body toward the drain.
“Shoot,” I mutter when I realize I’ve forgotten my towel. I wring the water from my hair and open the foggy glass door. Cold air hits me and my nipples harden. Goosebumps cover my skin. I hop over the cold tile and grab the soft, white towel from the rack. I move to the mirror, wiping down the steamy glass. Something moves behind me and I jump.
That’s when I realize I’m not alone.