The shower stopped, and I shoved the diary back and fled. I waited until I knew she'd taken the sleeping pills and was in bed before returning to her room.
Eleanor was in a deep sleep on her back. I pulled out her diary again and read through it in full. Each page was filled with dreams of something more than this life, and a strong desire to run away and never return. And the last week's entries were all about how she felt for me, and wanted to kiss and touch and, to quote her, 'do things Young Ladies were not allowed to even think about'. Once I finished, I set it back and stared at the bed. I wanted that too.
With my heart hammering in my chest, I crept to the bed.
God, she was beautiful. I could see her frame under the blanket, and my cock rose to attention. The memory of what she looked like bare was always prominent in my mind. Daring to be brave, I walked to the front of the bed and tugged on her blanket, bringing it down.
My heart dropped to my stomach as I gazed down upon her beautiful tan body. Her nightgown was short and barely covered her pink panties. I exposed her completely, tossing the blanket on the floor, and still, she didn't budge. My hands reached for her feet, running them up her smooth legs. As I slid up, I crawled onto the bed, spreading her legs wide as I moved between them.
My mouth watered as I leaned in at the apex of her thighsand inhaled deeply. She smelled heavenly. I wanted a taste. Still nervous she'd wake, I ran my tongue along the front of her panties and down. Oh, what a tease. This wasn't enough. I needed to know exactly what her juices tasted like. What her silky pussy felt like against my tongue. Could she come while fast asleep?
I reached for her hips and dragged her panties down. She sighed, but her legs were deadweight as I lifted them and removed her underwear. My hands drifted along her slit, teasing it by poking in and out just a bit. Her body responded, despite the heavy slumber, slowly growing wet with arousal.
I stretched and reached for her breasts under her nightgown. She had no bra, and I pinched her nipples softly, eliciting a groan from her sleepy lips. I moved my head closer and parted her swollen pussy lips. I ran my tongue down her, taking in just how soaked she was. She tasted musky and lovely at the same time. Greedily, I wanted more. I lapped at her juices, sucked on her clit, and slid a finger into her entrance, fucking her with it.
Eleanor began to respond through the sedative sleepy haze. She moaned and bucked her hips. I held her firm and continued to ravish her clit and pussy like it was my last meal. It very well could be, if I were caught. But that made it even more fun. Tomorrow, she'd wake up, not knowing I was even here. But I'd be here every night. Bringing ourselves to orgasms.
My cock wept and strained as I ate her out. I stroked myself as I continued to suck and swirl around her clit. I'd never tasted pussy this good, and I wanted more and more of it. It was an aphrodisiac for all of my senses.
She wasn't just my Young Lady. She was my everything. She was mine.
I pushed lightly on her belly, and a sharp cry came from her as it did the trick. Her pussy suddenly began to pulse andgrow even wetter, and I lapped up every single drop as she came all over my face. My cock pleaded for me to do something. I jerked myself over her pussy.
I lifted her gown to expose her breasts to me. I wanted to cover them in my cum. I moved closer, fingering her pussy again. She began to breathe faster, and I could feel my orgasm rising to the surface. I reached for her chin, tugging it open, just slightly, and then I exploded.
One, two, three spurts of cum landed on her lips, her breasts, and drizzled onto her belly. I stared at her lips in awe as I came. My salty fluid was so close to her tongue, I needed her to taste it.
I traced the cum, smearing it over her skin. I pushed my cum into her mouth and reflexively her tongue came out, and she swallowed. I dropped off the bed, put the blanket back on, and kissed her forehead.
She took it all so well.
And she was going to take it every night from now on.
Rule Twelve - Callahan
They are always watching.
“Attention!” The Young Ladies were settling in to watch a movie in the recreation room when they were interrupted by a red-faced warden. "Milton was found this morning. Impaled on metal poles on top of the tram ride at that Risky Rush Park you all love so much."
Gasps rang out. It took everything in me not to show my nerves. I glanced at the other Daddies and matched their shocked expressions. It had been nearly a week since I'd confronted Milton. I knew I should have gone back and taken his body down. I'd been too busy fucking his girl every night while she slept to bother.
"It looks like he was murdered, and we have reason to believe someone here knows something."
"When?" Eleanor stood up. Tears streamed down her face. "When did he die?"
"Only a few days ago. His body was still fresh."
I flinched. Fuck, fuck fuck.
She let out a sharp squeak.
"Eleanor, do you know something?" the warden asked her. She shook her head vehemently.
"No, sir. I'm just upset. I'd like to go." She ran out of the room, and I had no choice but to follow her.
"Eleanor!" I stretched my arm out and sprinted after her.
"Leave me alone!" she cried and darted down a different hall. She tried to lose me, taking lefts and rights, but I was trained to keep my eye on her at all times, and eventually caught her, spinning her around. I squeezed her shoulders.
