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My stories can be read as stand alone stories, but:
* Sabrina & Dan also appear in The Tragic Widower
* Dan also appears in Syrah Under the Stars
VICTORIA’S SECRET VS. DAN’S SECRETS
SABRINA.
She’d spent the better part of three days scrolling Insta looking for inspiration. What did you even get for a guy like him turning 45? He seemed to have everything. Money wasn’t really an issue, even if she hadn’t been living with him her living costs would have already been covered by the full-ride scholarship she’d earned, she hadn’t really spent any of her own money since she’d moved to Oregon. There was almost too much to choose from.
She’d started out by looking at high end coffee machines, the ones you could use pods in. They seemed grown up & classy. But then she’d googled the brand of the Italian beast that took up half his kitchen & realised the one he had was already as good as you could get & based on the reviews, better than the pods kind. She was more of a Starbucks girl. Tech-wise he already had every new phone or device you could ask for. Top quality speaker systems in every room of the penthouse, even vintage things like German-made turntables for his vinyl collection. She knew jack-shit about art or culture so that was a bust. Jewelry? He didn’t seem like a jewelry man. She’d considered getting him something silly, something she’d get for someone HER age, a Funko Pop figurine or something. But he was definitely not THAT kind of man either, even if he’d have been amused by the gesture.
No, she wanted to get him something special, something that showed him how right he’d been about her, that she WAS ‘mature for her age’ & that their relationship was commitment-worthy, not just based on sex. That she ‘got him’. She still wasn’t 100% certain whether they were monogamous, she’d assumed they were, at the start of things, after all, she was only 18, she was his goddaughter. Would he have really taken her virginity, told her he loved her on the first night they were together (not just as the daughter of his best friend) if he hadn’t had strong feelings? But he’d been hinting at them having a threesome lately, & had been out late some nights. & this trip, he hadn’t even asked if she wanted to go with him, she could have missed a couple of days of school to go to – where had he said he was going again? Was it something about his company? Or something to do with the house that was still on the market back with her parents?
She knew she’d been the one to initiate things, that he’d only had sex with her that first time because she’d blackmailed him (although she still struggled to remember the exact sequence of events, she’d been SO drunk) but since then, their relationship had seemed so incredibly intimate. For two weeks before her parents returned from Europe they’d been with each other constantly, they’d screwed each other in every way she could imagine, on every surface of both homes, even in her parents’ bed a few times. He’d been so attentive, so complimentary, so ravenous with desire.
When they’d (her mom & dad) come home from Europe they’d had to be more careful but even so, they’d found ways to hook up without being caught. He’d even had her in her bedroom one night (very quietly) after his weekly dinner with her parents had finally wrapped up. For once, she’d considered joining them, but worried it might raise questions after all these years, so she’d stayed in her room as usual. She had, however, filmed herself masturbating with a vibrator & had sent him the video the next day.
He made her weak at the knees. She couldn’t believe, looking back, that she’d been such a silly girl before, that she’d had a crush on stupid-Sam, with his stupid vape & his stupid skateboard. HE was the kind of boy you got a Funko Pop for. Uncle Dan, shit, DAN (that was such a hard habit to break) was a man. You got him something fancy, something mature.
Her deep dive into Insta, looking at content from men his age/class had led her into the world of sugar-daddies. That wasn’t the dynamic of their relationship. He LOVED her. They were IN LOVE. It wasn’t a financial arrangement, he’d known her her entire life, he’d babysat her as a kid, he was super-tight with her mom & dad. Even so, the sugar-daddy community had given her an idea. Lingerie. Of course. Her birthday present to him would be herself, wrapped up in something incredibly sexy & mature. She’d surprise him by leaning against his bedroom door wearing lace & silk, something that pushed her little tits up (maybe something with padding or a water-bra) something that showed off her figure & made him really take notice of her development as a woman, her confidence (she’d fake it) & how well she understood him.
But she couldn’t trust buying something that needed to fit like a glove to online shopping, she’d have to go old-school, visit an actual ‘brick & mortar’ store (he’d used that phrase once & she liked it, he was always saying old stuff like that, half the time she’d have to interrupt him & ask him to explain what he meant). She needed bursa escort bayan to try lingerie on, to make sure it was just right.
She’d been looking at the Fenty X Savage stuff on the influencers she liked but there were no physical shops in Oregon & besides, the stuff seemed too ‘youthful’ she needed something grown up & classic. She tried to remember the brands she’d seen in her mothers underwear drawer, Victoria’s Secret, that was the obvious one. She chose the Salem location on Google Maps & headed up there.
She wished her bestie was around, she needed another girl’s opinion on how things looked. But Hannah had left town for a last minute trip to help her aunty get over her divorce. She’d send her friend some pics of course, but Hannah had pre-warned her reception at her aunty’s was spotty so she might not reply as quickly. She thought about asking her Insta followers (on the account her parents didn’t follow, obviously) but Dan followed that account too, she didn’t want to give away the surprise.
She parked the BMW & sat in the car for a moment, took some deep breaths. She’d been crying earlier. Yesterday, Dan had texted her saying he might not make it home on the actual day of his birthday, that he might still be tied up but they could celebrate together the day after. She’d replied with a few texts, upset that he was changing their plans, that she didn’t feel like a priority & that he hadn’t phoned her to tell her, she wanted to hear his voice. He’d said he was texting between things & couldn’t call. But something had felt… she’d been upset.
They’d texted each other for a while & it felt like he wasn’t really listening to her & it felt like a fight. Surely he could find some time for a phone call? Surely he could make it home if he really wanted to? She’d been rattled, she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was that was bothering her, maybe she was just PMSing. She felt very emotional. Maybe it was just that this seemed like the first significant event to celebrate together ‘as a couple,’ a warm-up celebration before their one year anniversary in three months.
She’d tried to get him excited about monthly anniversaries but he’d explained he wasn’t really that kind of man, they could celebrate their annual anniversary but he didn’t want to raise her expectations too high about the ‘smaller’ milestones. That had been their first argument. She’d been so upset, it was her first relationship, her friends’ boyfriends would make a big deal about each month, with flowers & social media posts. But after a LOT of talking she had to admit she could see where he was coming from.
He was much older than her & her friends’ boyfriends, he had a lot to lose if their secret relationship was made more public (aside from the few, very close friends they could trust like Hannah). No social media posts. If she wanted flowers, he’d set up a regular delivery, anything to make her happy. But she couldn’t expect him to rearrange his life each month for a celebration like a teenager (that had stung, she hated being reminded she was a teenager) – besides, didn’t she already know how much he loved her? Didn’t he already show her that every day, not just one day a month? Didn’t he already take her to nice places? Buy her nice things? Wasn’t their sex life already exciting? Passionate?
As if to drive his point home he told her these things from between her legs. He’d pressed her back into the leather sectional, knelt in front of her & licked her pussy with those long, hard strokes of his tongue, then gently, so gently, nibbled her clit. He’d been making his case while he looked up at her, with her cum running down his chin & mid-climax he’d pulled her onto his dick & pounded her rhythmically, until they were both slick with sweat, their bodies coiled together in ecstasy. Their debate had seemed to be over.
But now it looked like she might have to wait another few days to see him, on his birthday if she was lucky. Their first birthday as a couple. She was trying to be mature about it, but she was upset. She sighed, clicked the key-fob, setting the car alarm, & walked into the lingerie store.
DAN.
He was just stepping out of the shower, the bathroom was full of steam & giggles & he deftly avoided Hannah’s hands grabbing for him as he extracted himself. For a long time he’d been sandwiched between Hannah & Eloise. It had been a fun way to spend a few days, holed up in the Kimpton in Portland but he was starting to feel a little smothered. Not so much by Eloise, she was a seasoned pro already, even her husband had no idea where she’d been for these days, but definitely by Hannah.
When Sabrina had introduced him to Hannah, who was to be her roommate at Oregon State (although she’d have the room to herself since he was going to keep Sabrina at his place) he’d immediately picked up on the frisson of sexual attraction that hovered between them. He knew a ‘frenemy’ with father-issues when he saw one & he could tell Hannah had a competitive streak in her. She’d pursued bursa escort sitesi him mercilessly & it had been entertaining to him. Of course he’d been flattered, although it was by far the first time he’d found himself in such a lucky position. He’d secretly encouraged the girl. Exploiting her desperate attempts to get his attention just enough to keep her chasing him, eager to please him, until the point that she was so pliable & willing that he’d been able to easily hook her into being one of his ‘side-chicks’ (as the kids called them).
He chuckled, back in the day they’d have called them mistresses – but even that term conveyed an air of dignity to her position that she seemed too stupid to earn. ‘Side-chick’ was more accurate, even if it sounded ridiculous. She had no idea. She was his whore. One he didn’t even have to pay. She’d been up for it any time he’d called, almost as if she watched her phone on the off-chance he’d contact her.
A few times in the early days, when Hannah had gone out she’d texted him, or worse, phoned him, leaving rambling, whining drunken messages telling him she was drunk & couldn’t get home & needed him to pick her up & how hot he was. Sometimes she’d create a flimsy ’emergency’ to try & get him to come to her. He’d deleted those messages, he usually kept his phone on silent at night anyway. Usually he’d ignored the blatant attempt to get his attention, but sometimes, when he was feeling kind, he’d send an Uber to pick her up, carefully setting the destination as the college dorm so she wouldn’t get in the way of him & Sabrina.
She was so hot for him that he didn’t need to get her drunk to take her, in fact, it suited his purposes better if she’d stayed sober, he didn’t completely trust her discretion, even though he knew she’d do almost anything to keep Sabrina as her friend, Sabrina was the popular one, & if she was caught trying to ‘steal Sabrina’s boyfriend’ she’d have nobody sympathetic to turn to.
He’d been trying to gently push Sabrina into accepting a more modern, polyamorous arrangement (at least on his end) but she’d been reluctant, old-fashioned. The poor girl adored him. & honestly, he adored her too when he thought about it. She was such a sweet & willing little thing. Smoking hot too. Such a natural slut whenever he slid his dick in. He hadn’t grown bored of fucking her.
Even when he was with other women he loved coming back to her wet mouth, those enormous blue eyes staring up at him while she gagged on his cock. So until he could convince Sabrina to share him, he’d have to conduct his extracurriculars discreetly. He didn’t mind, Sabrina was more than worth it. Besides, he’d always loved being a bit sneaky. Even at his wedding, (to his beloved deceased wife) he’d slipped away from his bride after their first dance to get sucked off by Cassie ‘one last time’.
So he’d waited until one of their ‘girly nights’. When Sabrina had invited a few girls around to the penthouse to hang out, watch movies, order takeout & drink from the well-stocked bar-cart. He’d come home late in the evening, when all the girls had been tipsy & flirty & while Sabrina sat on his knee & kissed him he’d suggested that maybe one of the girls would like to crash in one of the spare rooms for the night (hoping she’d pick her ‘bestie’).
When the other girls had finally gone home, & Hannah had gone to take a shower, he & Sabrina had fooled around, as they usually did. She was looser & flirtier than usual, she was the same kind of drunk as her mother but not nearly as desperate, not sad. When he heard the shower turn off he’d had Sabrina bent over the foot of the bed & he started to fuck her up the ass. He wasn’t really much of an anal guy but he knew from experience it would provide the best optical effect for his purposes & he needed his girlfriend not to see too much. He’d deliberately left the door to their room ajar & Sabrina’s moans were exquisitely loud.
Sure enough, Hannah, pink-faced & wearing a towel, hadn’t been able to stop herself from watching them from the doorway. He’d pretended not to notice at first but when he casually glanced over & locked eyes with her, he’d raised a finger to his lips to keep her from giving the game away. He’d angled himself to give Sabrina’s friend a really good eyeful of his long dick sliding in & out of her perfect little asshole. He spanked her a few times & the girl had grunted into the pillow she was trying to muffle her cries with.
“Baby,” he’d purred, “touch yourself for me.”
Sabrina had twisted her arm under her body, & started to obediently finger her clit.
Hannah, quietly dropping the towel, had rubbed her pussy in the doorway, spreading the lips of her labia to let him see how wet she was. She’d been who the instruction had really been intended for. He grinned as he watched her while he kept fucking his girl. When he came he’d been staring at Hannah, he loved shit like that.
Hours later, after finishing on his little girlfriend another time & making sure she was in a deep sleep, he’d tiptoed into the spare room where Hannah had been waiting patiently (she hadn’t even tried to sleep, Dan grinned). He’d told her what a good girl she’d been to stay quiet, discreet, & let her suck him off & drink his cum. She’d begged him to dick her & he’d slid it in a few times before pulling it out quickly & saying he couldn’t risk it that night.
Nearly a week later he’d finally fucked her properly, in the dormroom she would have shared with her friend. For whatever reason, she’d told some of the kids on the floor that he was her dad, visiting (although he knew from Sabrina that her dad had left her family for a second family when she’d been 8). She’d even called him ‘daddy’ while she rode him gratefully. She’d begged him to stay with her after he was done. Again, he reiterated the need for discretion & kissed her on the forehead, giving her the number to his second phone.
She’d been an OK fuck every now & then. But the real benefit had been how quickly & eagerly she’d agreed to a ménage à trois with Eloise. He was drying his hair with a small towel, & he checked in the mirror for any hair-thinning. Nope, still thick & healthy. Behind him, Hannah was very clearly trying to entice him back into the shower, putting on an erotic quasi-lesbian show for him with El. The women were kissing, giggling, rubbing their wet tits & pussies against each other. He smiled. It had been a great morning, switching from hole to hole, cumming on both their open mouths & tongues. But he had to admit, at the age of 45 he was starting to tire of the player lifestyle (he laughed at the lame term).
Hannah had been begging him to extend the stay & he’d even paid for an extra couple of nights at the hotel but he was only half-interested. The girls could stay, it would be good if he & Hannah didn’t return to Corvallis on the same day anyway. No need in arousing suspicion. Maybe he was getting romantic in his middle-age but he was actually looking forward to his young lover’s gentle company, even just lying in bed with her in his arms. A phone buzzed on the vanity, he picked it up automatically & saw a chain of messages from Sabrina. For a microsecond he panicked, how did she have the number to his second phone? Then he realised he was holding Hannah’s.
He strolled over to the shower door, where Hannah peeked out, thrilled that she may have tempted him back. “Open this for me,” he told her.
“What baby?”
“Unlock your phone, there are some messages here from Sabrina.”
She seemed hesitant but she obeyed his instructions. It turned out Sabrina wanted Hannah to weigh in on a birthday gift for him, attached were a series of incredibly sexy selfies taken from a changing room stall somewhere, of the teenage knockout in a variety of lingerie. She’d posted little notes on her thoughts of each one ‘is this too old, or just old enough? Is red sexier than black? Is the g-string too much? Do my tits look better in this one? Or this one?’ etc. He ignored the notes & simply replied “get them all. You’ve got his credit card number, right? He’s going to cream himself the moment he sees you.” He forwarded himself the pictures, before deleting the thread from Hannah’s phone & emptying the bin cache.
That settled it. He was going home.
“Hey Hannah,” he called out, “don’t you think Eloise has a great ass?”
“Sure,” came the reply, “but you like mine too, right daddy?”
He cringed. He hated that ‘daddy’ habit of hers. He ignored the compliment-fishing. “What I mean is, I know Eloise REALLY loves getting her ass eaten out. Think you could do me a favor & eat Ellie’s asshole?”
He could see the suggestion had stung a little, she looked unsure.
“It would be So Fucking Hot to watch you eat her ass, Hannah,” he finished.
Ever eager to please, Hannah knelt reluctantly, carefully on the floor of the shower. El turned off the water & spread her cheeks, winking at Dan, & he started to slowly stroke his cock while he watched the 19 year old tentatively, humiliatingly, lick the older woman’s bleached bunghole.
Every now & then he’d tell her “keep going, I’m almost there.” He grinned. Perhaps he let it go on a little longer than it needed to. Finally, after cumming in the towel, he’d tousled her hair & when she stepped out of the shower he told her she was a good girl, she’d been ecstatic. He fingered her until her legs shook so hard that she sat on the floor to catch her breath. He’d wait until she brushed her teeth before he kissed her & Eloise goodbye.
SABRINA & DAN.
She was making sure she’d got every bag from her car in the ground-floor garage when Dan’s black humvee had pulled in. She’d squealed, unable to contain her excitement at the surprise return & raced over to him. He’d lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapped around his lower back & kissed her passionately. She was so happy she could cry.
“Surprise, angel,” he’d murmured into her neck. He’d flicked open the back door, tipped her onto the seat & started kissing her body, running his hands all over her under her sundress, pulling her panties off. He was about to go down on her when she’d grabbed him by the head “hurry up & fuck me” she whispered, “please, just fuck me, I’ve missed you so much.” He’d unzipped & slid inside her willing & wet little pussy.
