Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

... sleep at 6:00 a.m., startling her. She was home alone in her apartment and started to panic, but realized it was me and then smiled.

It was still a game to Tiffany, and I was losing patience. Karina had been gone for over a month now, and I was getting no closer to finding her. It was obvious that she didn't want to be found, and that she hated her father. Her disappearance was clearly a rebellion against me, a big middle finger that said I could no longer tell her what to do, that she was a grown woman and could make her own decisions. The way she stood me up at breakfast before the commencement ceremony was heartbreaking. She packed up the little that she owned and vanished -- poof -- right off the face of the planet.

It was excruciating to lose her that way, to not know where she was or if she was safe. I was certain that she'd been abducted or killed, being that all traces of her stopped -- credit card activity, cellphone records, bank transactions. Her mother knew the truth, of course. Her whacky Russian mother who'd been stripping in New York clubs since she was 18. She knew where Karina was, and maybe even helped her relocate. I was clearly the asshole and odd man out. Why? Why would Karina do this to me? We'd been making amends and things had been going so well between us, or so I thought. So I let it go. Let go of trying to find a daughter who didn't want to have anything to do with her father.

Then I came across that porn video of her on the internet, and ...

... completely lost it.

Tiffany was grinning, looking up at me from the mattress. I grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her arms over her head. She was clearly getting off on the whole thing, having a ruggedly handsome ex-Navy SEAL man-handling her like a ragdoll.

"Where's Karina?" I asked.

"I don't know."

I ripped open her nightie, exposing her tits. I pinched and twisted her pink nipples, amazed at how much pain this petite blond could take. She was into so much perverted shit it wasn't even funny. I shoved a hand between her legs and slid two fingers inside her pussy, fingering her with one hand while grabbing her around the neck with the other. I pulled my fingers out and stuck them in her mouth. She sucked on them and moaned.

"Where's Karina? Who's she with?"

"Fuck me," Tiffany said. "Fuck me and I'll tell you."

Trusting Tiffany was a gamble. She was a master conniver and manipulator. I hated the girl the minute I met her, the first day of her freshman year at Queens College when I was introduced to her as Karina's roommate. Natalia loved her immediately, of course. The two would eventually turn Karina to the dark side, working together to corrupt my beautiful little girl who once loved her father and wanted to teach web design to high schoolers and be a martial arts instructor.

"Fuck this shit," I said, and got off Tiffany's bed. "I shouldn't be here."

"What? What's wrong?"

"This is fucked up. It stops now. If you don't want to help me find ...