Ring of Desire

The boutique's ambiance returned to a tranquil calm as Bobby sauntered back from the register area, a self-satisfied smirk playing across his ruggedly handsome features. The ornate ring adorning his finger seemed to pulse with renewed vigor, casting subtle crimson flashes that went unnoticed by the other shoppers browsing the lingerie displays.

"Daddy's back!" Sarah called out excitedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet. The flimsy pink babydoll teddy she wore left absolutely nothing to the imagination, the sheer lace and delicate ribbon trim clinging to her lithe, youthful curves. Her pert breasts strained against the delicate fabric, nipples clearly visible beneath the gossamer thin material.

Bobby settled his powerfully built frame onto the plush velvet settee with a contented sigh, patting his strong thigh invitingly. "All sorted, princess. Now, how about that black set I picked out for you? The one with all that pretty lace?"

Sarah bounded eagerly behind the privacy screen, emerging mere moments later modeling a daring black lace babydoll nightie that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The intricate floral lace pattern clung shamelessly to the gentle swell of her breasts and the tantalizing curves of her hips, while strategically placed cutouts offered teasing glimpses of bare skin beneath. She gave a slow, coy twirl to model the ensemble, her tight young body swaying with the motion.

"Like this, daddy?" She purred breathily, azure eyes sparkling with mischief and delight at Bobby's obvious appreciation.

"Mmm, perfect," He rumbled in a deep baritone, patting his thigh again insistently. "Come here, baby girl."

Sarah glided over and slid onto his waiting lap without hesitation, drawing an appreciative growl from deep in Bobby's broad chest. His large, calloused hands immediately found purchase on her slender hips, fingers kneading and caressing the soft flesh through the whisper-thin black lace.

Meanwhile, Jessica emerged from behind another privacy screen, modeling a scandalously low-cut emerald green bustier struggling to contain her ample, mature curves. The rich silk and lace ensemble clung shamelessly to the soft flare of her hips and the sumptuous swell of her cleavage, practically spilling from the confines of the bustier with every movement.

"How's this one look, darling?" She asked in a sultry purr, striking a provocative pose with one hip cocked saucily.

Bobby's dark gaze drank in her hourglass figure with naked hunger, though his hands remained occupied mapping every lush curve and tantalizing dip of Sarah's petite form. She ground shamelessly against him, soft whimpers of pleasure escaping her parted lips.

"Absolutely ravishing," He finally growled in a voice made husky with desire, attention snapping back to Jessica briefly before refocusing on Sarah. "Tell me about your day, princess. What's daddy dearest up to at home while you're out playing?"

Sarah giggled breathlessly, tossing her tousled curls as Bobby's questing hands grew increasingly bold in their exploration. "Oh, probably just watching the game with his friends like always," she gasped, arching into his masterful caresses. "They've been glued to the TV since morning, drinking beer and yelling at the screen..."

"Typical Jim," Jessica chimed in knowingly, adjusting and repositioning her ample breasts within the skimpy confines of the bustier to show them off to full advantage. "Beer, football, that's all that Neanderthal ever thinks about anymore."

"Such a neglectful father," Bobby tisked with mocking disapproval, possessive hands roaming Sarah's responsive curves without shame. His talented fingers slipped beneath delicate straps and lacy trim, mapping every swell and hollow with clear experience. "Lucky you girls have me to take proper care of you both now."

"Mmmyess, daddy..." Sarah arched against him like a wanton cat, lush lips parting on a helpless moan of pure pleasure. Her head lolled back against his broad shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as his skilled digits explored the most intimate areas left barely concealed by the flimsy lingerie. "Need you so bad..."

"Show daddy just how much you need him, baby girl." The words were a rough growl of demand that brooked no argument. Bobby shifted and maneuvered Sarah's lithe form until she straddled his hips fully, legs spread wide and exposed in a blatant display. His hands shamelessly roamed her lace and satin-clad body as she ground against him with increasing desperation.

Jessica watched their intimate display through heavy-lidded, bedroom eyes, slowly stripping off the bustier to put on a new risque ensemble that accentuated her mature assets to perfection. The dark peignoir gaped open to reveal glimpses of creamy flesh barely concealed by a crimson negligee of delicate eyelash lace and silk gossamer panels. The bodice cupped her heavy breasts, erect nipples clearly visible through the sheer material.

"You spoil us so well, darling," she practically purred, turning slowly to admire herself in the mirror.

"Only the best for my girls," Bobby smirked arrogantly, his large hands splaying over the soft curves of Sarah's ass and pulling her even tighter against his hardness. The ring on his finger pulsed again, seeming to glow with dark satisfaction and unholy energy as it ensured Sarah and Jessica's minds remained fogged with artificial bliss and complete devotion.

Sarah whimpered shamelessly, hips rutting against Bobby's solid frame as his demanding caresses intensified. "Oohhh please daddy, I need-" she gasped, cutting off in a loud cry of surprise and pleasure as he abruptly repositioned her in his lap, limbs splayed and vulnerable. Her toned dancer's body bent with effortless flexibility to his dominance.

"Such an eager little thing," he growled with clear approval, drinking in every breathless moan and delectable whimper that tumbled from her kiss-swollen lips. Sharp teeth nipped at the pale column of her throat as his hands roamed without restraint. "Tell me more about home life with dear old dad who neglects my little girl so shamefully. Does he know what a filthy slut you can be when I'm around?"

"N-no!" Sarah whined, back arching as his touch enflamed every nerve. "He's t-too busy with sports and his work... barely even notices me anymore. Too caught up in his own interests..."

"Oh, that's just too bad. His loss then, I suppose." Bobby's grin turned predatory, sharp teeth glinting as he ruthlessly worked Sarah into a writhing, whimpering frenzy in his lap. His demanding touch brought her swiftly toward the brink. "Lucky for you that daddy's here to give you all the attention and discipline you so clearly need and crave..."

Jessica sauntered closer, gloriously nude beneath the revealing negligee. Her manicured fingers carded through Sarah's tousled mahogany curls soothingly as the younger woman thrashed and gasped in the throes of mounting pleasure.

"We're both so fortunate to have daddy caring for us now, aren't we baby?" She husked in silky tones, trailing the neglicee's delicate lace straps down over her shoulders until her heavy breasts spilled free. Erect dusky nipples hardened further as the cool air caressed them.

"Y-yes mommy! Yesss daddy! So lucky... so good..." Sarah's breathless words dissolved into a high, desperate keen of ecstasy as Bobby stroked and caressed her most sensitive areas through the black lace babydoll with ruthless focus. "Please- AHHH!"

The private changing room echoed with a cacophony of moans and whimpers as Bobby skillfully manipulated Sarah's petite form toward shattering completion. His demanding fingers traced merciless patterns and pressures along her most intimate areas, grinding the delicate lace into swollen flesh until she was trembling on the very precipice. His free hand gripped her hip in a bruising hold, leveraging her undulating body against his own.

"That's it, princess, let me hear those pretty little whimpers," he growled in her ear over the lustful din. "Show daddy how good he makes you feel when you're being a good slut and doing what you're told."

Sarah thrashed wildly, beyond words or any sense of decorum now. Her back arched sharply and taut muscles flexed against him as unbearable waves of rapture finally crashed through her being. Desperate cries spilled unrestrained from deep within as her climax took her, clinging to Bobby's solid frame as she trembled and convulsed in the throes of overpowering bliss.

Jessica watched her daughter's total loss of control with naked hunger in her smoky eyes, own breathing turning ragged as she drank in Sarah's exquisite abandon. Dusky nipples visibly hardened further beneath the crimson peignoir's delicate lace, chest rising and falling rapidly to accentuate her heaving cleavage.

"Now it's your turn, isn't it my sweetness?" Bobby rasped, carefully depositing Sarah's boneless, quivering form onto the plush carpet where she sprawled in a dazed heap of satiation. He rose to his feet in one fluid motion, tall frame towering over Jessica imperiously.

"Present yourself against the mirror like a good little whore," he commanded in a tone that brooked no argument, hungry gaze roving over the mature curves left so deliciously bare by the negligee's sheer panels. "Show me that perfect round ass. Now."