Chapter 1: Chapter 1
"daddy says you have to do whatever I ask", Lana purred into Van's ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down his spine. He cleared his throat "oh?"
"yeah", she giggled, her hands roaming around his chest. "I want you to put on the set of clothes there", she pointed at her bed were she had laid out one of her outfits - from a dress right down to one of her lingerie sets. "I'm not really... I'm just a personal assistant"
, said Van weakly, his resolve wavering under Lana's relentless gaze. "I can't", he stammered, unable to meet her eyes.
"Can't what?", she challenged, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "I told you what daddy said didn't I? Now put it on"
, Lana growled softly, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she watched Van squirm uncomfortably. His heart pounded in his chest, the pressure building up like a dam about to burst. He knew he should resist, but something inside him wanted to give in. To submit to her demands. To do anything she asked. "Come on", she whispered, her fingers dancing across his cheek like a gentle caress. "Do it for me".
Van took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He cautiously approached the bed, reaching out to touch the silky fabric of the dress. "I'm not sure it will fit"
, he murmured quietly, casting a sidelong glance at Lana. Her face was flushed with excitement, her lips forming a devious smile. "Try it on then", she purred, her eyes glinting with wicked anticipation "I want you to wear my underwear and dress". Van swallowed hard, his heart pounding against his chest like a trapped animal. "You heard me, don't you?", she insisted, her tone sharp and commanding. He nodded weakly, unable to speak. He couldn't believe what he was doing. He stripped of his clothes and started by putting on the panties, while Lana carefully watched him. "And now for the rest", she smirked, watching as he slipped on the bra and the tight dress over his head. The material hugged his body tightly, accentuating his muscles and making him look even more attractive. "You know how to work it", she moaned softly, licking her lips hungrily. "What do you think daddy would say if he saw how good you look in my dress?", she added provocatively. Van remained silent, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment. He could feel her eyes on him, boring into his skin as if trying to read his soul. "Your cock looked really funny in my panties" she chuckled.
"now I think I will put your clothes on" she said while quickly striping out of her clothes. Van didn't really know how to react to this. Eventhough Lana was in her twenties she was weirdly childish in her spoilt ways, and she could be very hard to predict.
One moment she would be all smiles and laughter, and suddenly change to a tantrum throwing brat. There was no doubt she was very sexy looking so Van couldn't help taking a good look at her body now that she stripped naked.
Lana had a perfect hourglass figure with large breasts that were nicely rounded and firm. Her hips were wide and curvy, leading down to her narrow waist. She also had a nice round ass. Her smooth pale skin was flawless without any blemishes, scars or stretch marks. And her face was beautiful too! She had big bright blue eyes, full pink lips, high cheekbones and a small button nose. Her brown hair reached down to her mid back and she wore it straight and shiny. But the best part of her were her huge natural tits which stood out beautifully and made many men drool.
"what are you looking at? Well, that's enough staring", Lana snapped, breaking the silence between them. She put on his briefs, and then put on his pants, shirt and jacket. It was all too big for her
, but still cute and funny to see a petite girl like her wearing mens clothing. "Now I am the man and you are the woman" she chuckled.
"if you say so"
, Van mumbled, feeling somewhat confused by the situation. "Shut up bitch. Be silent when your husband is talking" Lana barked.
"I better discipline you for being disobedient"
she sneered, grabbing Van by the arm and forcing him to lay on top of her knee "I will have to spank you"
. Van felt himself blush at the thought of such humiliation. "No please, Miss... Lana" he whimpered. But it was too late; Lana lifted the dress he was wearing, revealing the ill-fitting thong she had forced him to wear, and spanked him "don't call me miss. I'm your husband. You have to call me daddy" Lana declared firmly. Her spankings weren't the hardest, but Van felt very humiliated been giving this treatment he basically couldn't say no to because she was his boss' daughter .
Van tried to apologize but it only made the punishment worse. After few minutes of spanking Lana stopped, leaving Van's butt throbbing. "That will teach you to listen to me properly next time" she grinned victorious. "Oh, and you can thank me". Van looked at her surprised. "Thank you daddy", she repeated firmly. Van gulped nervously and whispered "thank you daddy". "As my good little slut wife
, you will follow my orders", Lana commanded sternly. "Yes daddy", Van mumbled reluctantly. "Good boy", Lana praised before adding, "now get up, we have some fun to have". As Van struggled to stand upright, the unfamiliar sensation of the thong chafing his most sensitive areas sent a jolt through his body. "Don't forget to walk like a proper lady", Lana reminded him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Van adjusted his stance and began walking awkwardly, the tight dress constricting his movements.
Lana watched him, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Perfect", she sighed approvingly. "Now come here". Van shuffled closer to her, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "Lie down on the couch", Lana instructed. Van complied, lying down on the plush leather sofa. Lana followed closely behind him, straddling his waist. "Are you ready for our little game?", she teased, running her fingers along his jawline. Van nodded, his breathing shallow and steady. "Good", Lana purred, leaning down to kiss him.
Van tasted sweet, like strawberries. His lips parted slightly beneath hers, allowing her tongue to sweep past, tasting the fruitiness within. "Are you ready for this", she whispered, tracing a path across his collarbone with her fingertips. Van swallowed hard, nodding eagerly. "Yes", he croaked, his voice hoarse with anticipation. "What do you want me to do", he gasped, already imagining the countless possibilities that awaited him.
"Just relax and let me take care of you", Lana reassured him, pressing closer until she was hovering directly above him.
He could smell her scent, a mixture of expensive perfume and arousal. "I promise I won't hurt you", she cooed gently, her voice softening his resolve. Van closed his eyes, surrendering to the feelings coursing through his veins. He felt his pulse quicken, his heartbeat echoing loudly in his ears. He couldn't remember the last time he'd experienced such intense sensations. Everything seemed heightened, amplified. His senses were on fire, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.
She sat down on his face while still wearing his pants. "Pleasure me slut wife"
", she ordered while grinding her crotch in his mouth. Van felt her wetness and smelled her musk. It was intoxicating. His cock grew harder than ever as he licked up and down the crotch of the pants. She pulled them down revealing how great her ass looked in his white briefs.
"You know daddy loves my ass"
, she commented, wiggling it teasingly. He groaned softly, his dick twitching against his thong. Van wished he could touch himself once more but knew that Lana wouldn't allow it. "But I'm the daddy now"
, she reminded him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What did daddy say again?", she quizzed, enjoying his discomfort. "You said I need to do whatever you ask", Van muttered, his voice barely audible. "Exactly", Lana crowed triumphantly, her grin spreading wider. "So now, daddy wants you to eat me out", she declared, her voice husky with lust. Van felt his heart pound in his chest, his pulse throbbing in his ears. He knew what she meant. He pulled the briefs down from Lana's behind
own, exposing her plump bottom and her wet pussy. Van had never seen such a beautiful sight. He could hardly contain himself as he leaned in, inhaling deeply. The intoxicating aroma beckoned him to explore further. He couldn't deny his desire. He needed to taste her. His tongue traced the outer edges of her lips, savoring their sweetness. Each flick elicited a soft moan from Lana that fueled his passion.
His tongue delved deeper, seeking entrance into her secret garden. He found her clit swollen and eager for attention. "Thank you whore wife"
, Lana murmured, tilting her hips invitingly. Van rewarded her with a swift lick, savoring the tangy flavor of her arousal. He teased her with light kisses, tracing patterns on her inner thighs. Lana squirmed beneath him, begging for release. Lana lifted the dress revealing that Van's visible boner in her thong.
"what's that whore wife are you hard for me?"
, Lana giggled seeing that Van's erection was clearly visible through the thong. The sight of his erect penis, straining against the thin fabric, made her own juices flow faster. The phone rang it was Lana's boyfriend.
"Hello baby", Lana answered cheerfully. "Hey babe, what's going on?", he asked casually. "Nothing much, just hanging out with the help", Lana replied dismissively. "Oh, okay. Sounds fun. Anyway, I called to tell you that I'll be home early tonight. We can celebrate your birthday together", he explained excitedly. "Cool", Lana agreed nonchalantly before swiftly hanging up.
Smirking to herself, Lana turned her attention back to Van.