Teenage NEMESIS – Daisy Boon – A story of Sexual Obsession & Domination

A new story of a middle aged married man’s sexual obsession with his daughter’s schoolfriend.

lolitaHis Nemesis came in the form of a sixth form school friend of his daughter’s. ‘…as we had an extra room, my wife Tina had given permission for her to stay for a few days, whilst some problem at her home was fixed. The girl was 18 years old, the same as my daughter, and was dazzlingly beautiful; long blonde hair with a curled fringe and green eyes that seemed to shine like opal gemstones.

She was slim and lithe and her legs stretched out seemingly forever from under her short black school skirt showing her elegant pantyhose clad legs. She was more beautiful than any woman or girl I had ever seen!’
…and so it begins.

All it takes is a moment…a chance meeting. A life can unravel. Once you meet your Nemesis, there can be no going back.

The man in the story is never named or described; he could be anyone, just an ordinary married man living a normal life until something extraordinary happens. He meets a young girl that immediately captivates him and events quickly unfold beyond his understanding or control. His Nemesis leads him, through his compulsion and complicity along a dark and decadent sexual path. As his naïve young wife Tina is herself drawn in he is taken to the very edges of sanity.

This story is about dirty, deviant sex, domination and subjugation, humiliation and desire. One step follows another as he realises there is more to this ‘Lolita’ than he could ever have imagined.

Another powerfully, highly-charged erotic tale from the imagination of Daisy Boon, the rising star of the ‘new erotica.’
WORD COUNT: 19,790

EXTRACT:

I first saw my nemesis sitting beside my daughter on our settee.

She was a sixth form friend of hers from school and, as we had an extra room, my wife Tina had given permission for her to stay for a few days, whilst some problem at her home was fixed. The girl was 18 years old, the same as my daughter, and was dazzlingly beautiful; long blonde hair with a curled fringe and green eyes that seemed to shine like opal gemstones.

She was slim and lithe and her legs stretched out seemingly forever from under her short black school skirt showing her elegant pantyhose clad legs. She was more beautiful than any woman or girl I had ever seen!

She was sitting with her hands on her knees and I could see glimpses of her white underwear under her nylons each time she moved her legs; she instantly made me feel awkward and uncomfortable. My pretty auburn-haired daughter, Bobbie was plain in comparison.

Tina, my wife was not home yet and I tried to engage the girls in idle conversation but they ignored me. I turned on the television and the blonde girl stared at me coldly.

“Turn that down…we’re talking.”

I was startled by her reaction but instantly adjusted the volume.

“Sorry… sorry…is that OK?”

She ignored me and I became flustered.

“Sorry…what’s your name?”

Her sparkling eyes turned on me and she spoke in a frustrated whisper.

“We’re talking can’t you see? Now be quiet and leave us be.”

I was shocked at her attitude and rudeness towards me but was too overwhelmed by her beauty, to rebuke her and just replied pathetically.

“Sorry…sorry I just wondered.”

The girl turned away; ignored me as if I was some piece of dirt on her shoe and she made me feel unworthy to be in her presence. The truth was, I was unworthy to be so close to her, and she was like an unattainable fairy-tale princess, living high in a tower, far away from an ordinary man like me!

I wanted to dislike her but she was so wonderful that I kept staring at her secretly whilst pretending to watch the television. Her arms were covered by her navy jumper that she had pulled down to her fingers, as girls do; she wrapped them firmly around her knees and talked even more animatedly to Bobbie.

I could clearly see the white of her knickers through her nylons again as her dress was raised and I sensed my penis beginning to swell and shifted in my chair to mask my perverted interest and arousal.

Thankfully the girls went to their rooms and when Tina arrived from work they came back into the main-house, helped her with setting the table and we all ate together. It was soon apparent the girl was called Jo and she talked amiably with my wife and daughter whilst ignoring me- and any question I asked- completely.

It appeared she was staying for a week and my daughter was also which was unusual as she normally lived with my first wife and her new husband Robert.

The bastard Robert, my handsome, rich, ex best friend, who had come in one day to my old home and just taken my former pretty wife almost right in front of my nose. It had been 3 years but the feeling of humiliation still lingered and it strained my relationship with my daughter who got on with him so well.

I was pleased therefore to have her here and I hoped it would raise, Tina’s, my new wife’s spirits, as she seemed to have become a little morose lately. I felt some female company would help, as being much younger than I was, I hoped that having two teenagers about would revitalise her somewhat.

If I was honest I was often not the most sparkling or energetic of companions, tending to remain somewhat insular and separated from the world. I felt that, perhaps, my wife was beginning to think that her decision to marry me, given our age difference, was made too rashly.

She always had a good rapport with Bobbie and did seem to get on well with Jo straight away; she listened enraptured as she told stories of the various relationships going on in their sixth form. It appeared, to my horror that everyone was having sex with everyone else and this was certainly true of my daughter Bobbie who wanted me to allow her to bring home her black boyfriend Luke and stay with her over the odd weekends she was with us.

Of course I refused, as any decent father would, and it caused rows between Tina and I as she felt that Bobbie should be encouraged to explore her sexuality whilst she was young.

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