The moment he walked into the room, something in Kelsey's brain sprang to attention and she found her gaze locking onto the handsome older man with the salt-and-pepper beard and the warm caramel eyes. She felt her lips parting gently as her mind softened ever so slightly into slack-jawed vacancy, and a tiny blush rose to the surface of her dimpled pink cheeks as she heard Amber chuckling, "I know that face. Do we have a zaddy on our hands?"

Rebecca pretended to peer around, as though she didn't immediately notice the crisp and casual outfit that hung with effortless style on the stranger's lean frame and the... shit, was Kelsey already clocking the bulge in his slacks? She squirmed ever so slightly in her seat as Rebecca did a theatrical double-take and said, "Why yes, Amber, I believe we do. That's a Stage Five zaddy alert, be prepared to hold Kelsey down in her seat and apply a napkin to any drool she might wind up spilling." Kelsey's friends all laughed, and as embarrassed as she was she wound up laughing right along with them, but it was only funny to them because they didn't know the truth. They thought she simply had a type. They weren't aware of....

Kelsey stood up abruptly, her smile just a little too bright and her stare a little too glassy. "I, uhhh, I'm just going to go and freshen my drink," she blurted, much to the amusement of her closest friends. She headed over to the makeshift bar in the corner, knowing every bit as well as they did that she wouldn't be returning to her seat for quite some time. Maybe not even the rest of the night, unless she was seriously misreading the signals that she got from the sensual older man who was also heading in the direction of the alcohol.

By the time she crossed the crowded room, Kelsey could already feel the satin fabric of her panties clinging to her smooth shaven pussy, yet another slightly mortifying reminder of her uncontrollable attraction to the... god, she hated the word... to the zaddy who was currently ordering a scotch and soda from the bartender. Even his choice of beverage sounded suave and seductive in some inexplicable way, although Kelsey had to remind herself she was more than a little bit biased as she swallowed back the drool Rebecca thought she was only joking about and said, "Hi, I'm Kelsey. I don't think I've seen you at one of Nate's parties before?"

She'd long ago learned not to try to say anything clever or witty when she introduced herself to a man like this. Her cunt was already making her too stupid for that.

The stranger smiled at her with an easy charm that made Kelsey's clit throb like a ringing gong inside her brain. "Name's Matthew," he replied, taking a swig of his drink and fixing her with a smoldering stare that seemed to see right through her. "And no, I'm new in town, although it's starting to look like I'll be here for at least a few months. Nate's an old colleague of mine, and we're working on a little project together--nothing especially exciting, but it's definitely got potential and I want to be here to shepherd it through the early stages."

Shit. He knew Nate. If he knew Nate, then Nate might have mentioned her to him. And if Nate mentioned her to him, then that meant he already knew about her... her proclivities. Kelsey leaned on the bar, trying to make it look casual but definitely feeling a giddy whirl in her head that had nothing to do with the half-finished Old Fashioned she was holding. She had enough trouble keeping her wits about her around a guy like Matthew when he didn't know about her weakness for older men. If he understood just how easily he could talk her into the sack--

Months. He said he was going to be here for months. Kelsey hadn't gotten her itch scratched by a man like Matthew for months at a time since... since Nate, and that only ended when he decided to end it. If Matthew knew her secret, and if he decided to keep going with her for months at a time, she might not even be able to walk out of his bedroom by the time he was through with her. Hell, she still couldn't stop coming to Nate's parties, and that was almost four years ago now. She needed to turn and walk away immediately, or she'd be swimming in some very dangerous waters.

But the treacherous pulse of lust between Kelsey's thighs wouldn't let her go. "Won't that keep you away from your wife?" she asked, twirling a ringlet of long blonde hair between her fingers almost without realizing it. She knew Matthew didn't have a ring on his finger, and she knew he knew she knew, but the impatient throb of her clit made her want to get onto the topic of sex as quickly as possible. And flirtatious questions about a significant other always sped things along very nicely.

And sure enough, Matthew put one sun-worn hand onto Kelsey's slender forearm and said, "I'm not married. Not really attached to anyone at the moment, honestly. Lots of time on the road the last few years, I'm afraid I haven't really met a woman willing to be patient and accommodating when it comes to my lifestyle." God, he even sounded like Nate, that same blend of honey and whiskey in his voice that never failed to make Kelsey start leaking into her panties. She smiled and nodded at him, fully aware that she'd slipped past the mundane form of fascination and into the one her ex-lover knew so well.

Her only real hope at this point was that Nate hadn't told Matthew about her. He didn't always, she knew. Sometimes he just invited men to his parties and let his training do all the work. Kelsey was all too used to flinging herself at men of a certain age and a certain demeanor with wild, reckless abandon and coming home the next morning still wearing her clothes from the night before. Her friends thought she just had a type, but....

"How about you, Kelsey?" Matthew asked, his warm baritone neatly slicing through the cobwebs that were already gathering in the young woman's mind. "Are you the kind of girl who's patient and accommodating?" And something inside Kelsey melted, a battle she didn't even know she was waging ending in inglorious defeat as she let out a breathy sigh and gazed helplessly into Matthew's smoldering eyes. He knew. Of course he knew. And he was going to use that knowledge to twist Kelsey around his little finger with effortless ease.

Because when she said she had a type, when she told herself she had a thing for older men, when she equivocated to herself about a weakness or a proclivity or whatever fancified term her subconscious had decided to ascribe to it that day... Kelsey knew she was lying. She was fucking brainwashed, that was what it really was. Her ex-boyfriend had liquefied her mind over and over and over again until it dripped out of her leaky pussy whenever he wanted it to, and he'd reshaped her entire conception of sexual arousal to focus on men almost twice her age. And when he was done with her, when he absolutely knew that she would suck and fuck anyone over the age of fifty, he cut her loose and let her own desperation turn her into a needy slut for all his friends.

God, she wished she didn't find that so fucking hot.

"I'm definitely not patient," Kelsey heard herself say as if from a long distance away, delivering the line in a sultry purr that told Matthew exactly what she was a bit too eager to get to. "As for accommodating, well... we'll just have to find out, won't we?" She wanted to look down at his package, simply to convey the double entendre that was so unsubtle it was almost a single entendre, but her eyes wouldn't move from his captivating stare. So instead Kelsey put her free hand on his thigh, only a few inches away from his cock and balls. She didn't care how forward it seemed, not anymore. She was fully in the grip of her programming now and acting like a simpering slut for a sexy daddy felt like exactly the right thing to do.

The pulse of lust between her thighs only strengthened when she heard Matthew say, "You know, it just so happens I'm subletting the place across the hall from Nate while we're on the project together. I caught a little break, the owner happened to be in the middle of moving and needed a little income while he got everything together to sell, and it all worked out in my favor. Would you like to come over and see what I've done with the place?" Kelsey nodded vacantly. There was only one room she wanted to see right now, but she had a sneaking suspicion it was the same room he wanted to show her so she knew it would all work out fine.

As it turned out, they didn't even make it two steps past the front door before he tangled his hand into her long blonde hair and used it to tug her down onto her hands and knees. He seemed to know exactly how to manhandle her body without being harsh or abrupt, and Kelsey found herself going cataleptic in the face of his calm strength as he pushed her onto the plush carpeting and flipped her little black cocktail skirt up and over her hips in a single smooth motion. "Looks like someone was telling the truth about not being patient," he growled, pressing his fingers to her lavender panties and rubbing the wet spot deeper into the channel between her slick labia.

Kelsey's head got a little fuzzy after that. She knew she crouched there on the floor for a long, timeless while, quivering with lust as Matthew teased her pussy through her panties with one hand and gripped her blonde curls with the other until she was gasping with arousal and moaning, "Please, Daddy, please f-fuck me, please!" Kelsey knew it was Nate that put that particular honorific into her brain, using hypnosis and relentless teasing on her until she inextricably associated it with mind-breaking pleasure, but she couldn't really think about that right now. She just wanted to call Matthew that because it felt good and it made her wet cunt even wetter.

By the time he finally peeled her panties away from her slick pussy, Kelsey was panting for breath and grinding uselessly against the open air. She didn't have to wait long, though; before she knew it, Matthew had two fingers inside her and he was asking her, "Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy's cock if I do?" while he rubbed her clit to a climax that left the supine woman quaking and trembling. It was one of the things she genuinely loved about older men, the seed Nate's brainwashing accreted around--they were all so experienced at wringing pleasure out of a younger woman's body. He forced another two, then three orgasms out of her dripping cunt before her meek and simpering whines of compliance satisfied him enough to mount her from behind.

Getting fucked by an older man made Kelsey even wetter than being fingered by one, and almost before she knew it she heard herself grunting like some kind of rutting animal as she pushed back as hard as she could onto Matthew's thrusting cock. "That's a good girl," he husked out, his voice thick and heady with lust, and all Kelsey could think was that she had a sabbatical available to her at work and three whole months to spend as Matthew's kept woman. Something deep inside Kelsey told her he'd be just fine with that arrangement. Something to do with Nate, and a blissful series of nodding acquiescences that her waking mind kept forgetting because of course she wasn't Nate's girlfriend anymore and any memories to the contrary could fall right out of her empty little head.

Matthew pulled out of her, his erection now raging with lust, and Kelsey tasted herself on his shaft as he plunged his cock into her mouth and finished himself off onto her licking tongue. The semen overflowed her lips and dribbled down her chin onto her cocktail dress, but Kelsey didn't mind. She wasn't leaving anytime soon. And in the meanwhile, she wasn't going to be wearing much in the way of clothing anyway. She shucked off her outfit, crawling along behind Matthew as he led her to the bedroom to lick his balls until he got hard again for her. "That's a good girl for Daddy," he murmured affectionately, and Kelsey found herself shivering in anticipation all over again as Nate's triggers turned the word into sweet, submissive lust inside her head.

THE END