Maneater Phonesex

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She slowly licked the shaft of his cock, then giving it a few strokes, made it reach full mast. “Now that is one giant cock.” She took it in her mouth once more and I could hear her sucking even from my vantage point.
She was on top of him now, her wet pussy gripping his big black cock moving her hips in a sort of circular motion. “Don’t cum yet,” she was saying, “let me cum first, I need to cum first.” She then lifted her right tit to her mouth and started sucking her own nipple, when she looked up and saw me watching her from the closet. A sly smile came over her face and then she exploded in orgasm.

“Rhianna, honey, I have some news.”

Daddy, poured himself a cup of coffee and took a seat at the table. It was early afternoon, I had just gotten up and was working on  a big glass of distilled water with a lemon twist – the breakfast of champions, and wasn’t in the mood for news, good, bad or otherwise. I had the feeling though that this news was gonna be more bad than good.

“Yeah, what’s up,” I said, nonchalantly, trying not to betray any emotions.

Daddy was silent for a moment, and then said, “Do you know how I have been seeing a lot more of Kate lately?”

“Yes.”

Kate. Ew. Ew. Ew. She was this uppity cow who had sunk her grimy claws into my dad over the last few months and she was digging deeper and deeper. Coming over almost every night for dinner and cocktails, talking in that stupid British accent of hers, acting like she was some sort hot shot, telling stories about spending Spring in Paris or skiing on the Swiss Alps. Fuck off cunt, nobody gives a damn.

“We enjoy one another’s company, very much.”

“Okay, and?” I was starting to get worried now.

“And, well, I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

My face went white. My ears started ringing. My stomach sank.

“I don’t have to tell you that nobody will ever replace your mother, but it’s been … it’s been a long time, and I have to move on. I deserve to be happy.”

“I don’t know what to say,” I said. When in actuality, I knew exactly what to say – “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you crazy, that woman is the fucking devil!” or something similar, but cooler heads prevailed, and I kept quiet.

“I just want your blessing Rhianna, that’s all I’m asking. So?”

“Yes Daddy,” I said sweetly. ‘Whatever makes you happy.”

He got up and hugged me, saying, “You’re still my number one girl, you know what right?”

“Of course, Daddy,” I said smiling.

……

Their wedding was an intimate affair, vows in front of the magistrate and a small gathering of fifty or so close friends of my father and his demon bride.

“I don’t really want a great big to do,” Kate had said prior to wedding. Oh, you’re so frugal I thought. How noble. Meanwhile the bitch had picked out a damn crystal ball for an engagement ring.

During the party, Kate was laying it on thick, playing up the doting British mum act, and she had everyone charmed, everyone but me.

“C’mon Rhi, just give her a shot, she seems pretty nice” April, my best friend since first grade suggested as she devoured her third piece of cake.

Kate stood up and made this toast. Gag.

“Look at those tits, no way they’re real.”

“You don’t think so,” April asked. “Either way, she’s fucking hot. And I’m not bi or anything, but damn.”

“Are you serious?”

“Uh, yeah. Big tits, a great ass, a super model face and that voice? I’d do her.”

“Maybe I’ll fix you up.”

Okay, I’ll admit it, objectively, and I’m only saying this to prove I’m fair, but yeah, Kate was a knockout, late thirties, she had those classic good looks and this perfect looking brown hair that never seemed out of place. Another reason why I couldn’t stand her, truth be known. I don’t like competition. ..

Two weeks later, they had returned from their Hawaiian honeymoon and Daddy had returned to work at his law practice, taking on this big criminal case. It was late in the afternoon and I was hanging out in the entertainment room watching “Buffy” reruns on Netflix, when Kate walked in, still sporting a tan, dressed in a silky white slip and carrying a martini.

I shut off the TV and was about to get up when she said, “Don’t leave on my account dear,” she took a seat near me on the couch. “Sit and chat a bit.”

I sank back down on the couch and started to sulk.

“You don’t like much do you,” she asked.

“It doesn’t matter what I like or dislike does it?”

“I suppose it doesn’t,” she said laughing. She took a big swig of her drink, “You think I’m what, gold-digger, a social climber, only after your father for his money?”

“That thought had crossed my mind Kate.”

“Maybe I am. Either your way, have you ever seen your dad happier?”

I didn’t give her an answer, even though, yeah, I guess Daddy did seem in a better mood, but I chalked that to pussy euphoria. It would wear off.

Meanwhile Kate, leaned back and lifted her legs onto to couch, her feet were bare and she stretched them towards me, “You know I really could fancy a foot massage.”

“Good luck with that,” I said, getting up to leave, but she grabbed my arm stopping me.

“Rhianna I sure hope you and I can become friends,” she said letting go of my wrist.

“Okay whatever.”

“You’ll find that it’s better to have me as a friend than an enemy,” she said.

And then, looking away from me as though I were not even there, she switched on the tv.

To Be Continued

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