My Daddy Reads Porn to Me by blueheatt

My Daddy Reads Porn to Me

* Mom ‘assumed’….dad was reading Candi a regular bedtime story, which he always did….at first..*

Candi……

__My daddy had always read me a bedtime story before bed. Mom had always gone to bed early and it became ‘my time’ with my daddy. As I grew up I found a hot love story for him to read. I had it in my lap top and he sat on the side of my bed to read it to me. Ok, it was a trick on him. I knew it had some sex in it and I wanted to see if her would read it with deep smooth sexy voice. He had a soft whispery way of telling the story that just gave me tingles, when he read those ‘certain’ parts.

This story had lots of ‘tingle’ parts in it. I snuggled in under the covers. I was naked and he didn’t know it. I hoped he would read it and I could secretly rub myself while he read. I figured he wouldn’t even notice.

The night came and I was all ready. He picked up my lap top and sat on my bed. He leaned back beside me with his big pillow behind him.

I said: “Kiss first.” and as always he leaned over to kiss the top of my head.

This time I was all ready for something different. I turned my head, pulled his head, and we kissed on the lips. I held it and ran my tongue quickly over his lips.

He smiled at the surprise kiss. I got a hot feeling in my pussy. I liked that and sure wanted more kisses like that.

As he got ready to read, I snuggled in close to him and put the covers over his robe. Now we were both under the covers. I slowly put my leg over his one leg, and left it there.

He began to read the story as I had it all ready for him. It was a ‘daddy-daughter- porn story. I had removed the title. It started out mild, then it slowly got hotter and hotter. I wondered if he would read it, and if he did, what would he do?

Dad…..

I knew Candi was up to her tricks. It was that time in life when girls want sexual attention. I had seen the signs coming. Leaving the bathroom door open as she dressed, same with the shower door and her bedroom door.

Why couldn’t I have a plain looking daughter instead of a blond beauty with a body and tits that got the attention of any male. Why me? She has a boyfriend to handle her attention, but she’s after my attention? She rubbing her leg on mine slightly, like I ’won’t’ notice?

I recognized the story, even with the title removed. I had seen it on a porn site. I think it was “Making my daddy cum”, or something like that, so I knew her trick was aimed at me.

It was time for me to play a trick on her. I started reading the story…but….started changing the words. I started cleaning it up removing the sex.

She caught me. “Daddy!, that’s not what it says!, tell the sex part….please?” I said: “Why don’t you have your boyfriend read it to you?”

She said in her little pouted voice:…. He can’t tell it like you and his voice is all wrong. I looked at her and I gave in to what she wanted. I got up and made sure the wife was sound asleep. I got back in bed with Candi…oh god,….I quick glanced…. she was naked…(gulp).

Now she snuggle up to me sideways and I felt her bare pussy on my hip. I imagined hand cuffs and me going to jail. I decided to read her a little and then this: “Ok, I start reading this for real…but then how about we wait until mom goes away this weekend to visit her folks?, then I’ll read it to you anyway you like it…ok?”

Damn, I thought I was being attacked my own daughter. She was all over me, but said ’ok’. This was hard to take,…. she rubbed her pussy on me and kissed me with her tongue going crazy. She whispered: (…”there’s nobody like my daddy.”)

Her boyfriend must not be keeping her very satisfied….

Candi……

I was so happy! Daddy was going to make me all horny while I was right beside him. It was so tense waiting for the weekend. I set up a little something that I didn’t want daddy to know about. I had bought the latest small digital voice recorder. It was good for 2 hours of recording time. The next thing I did was to hide it beside my bed. It made no noise what so ever.

I hoped this was going to be the first time daddy would at least have ‘some kind’ of sex with me. I would have it all on my recorder to play it back anytime I wanted to. I told my BFF Tracy about it. She went crazy waiting to hear us live. She wanted to hear us messing around sexually. Her dad wouldn’t touch her and she wanted to know what it would be like if he did feel her up and let her feel him up.

We had talked about this many times during sleepovers. Now I had to plan out how to get my daddy to maybe play with my body and me play with his. Tracy asked: “Have you ever seen your dad naked?” I said I had when I peeked at him changing clothes and in the shower, but that was all. She said she saw her dad and mom in the shower fooling around.

I said: “Really! What were they doing? She said: “Well…they washed each other and then mom started stroking daddy ‘thing’. It got huge and she started kissing it. Dad started feeling her big titties and then the glass got so steamy I couldn’t see much else….but I heard dad moan and something was happening because some white stuff squirted on the glass. “Was it cum?” I asked. “I think so because I could see mom licking it off the glass. I quick closed the door and got out of there. What’s cum? “

I said I didn’t really know, but I would ask my dad more about it….but I think it makes baby’s. She said that they left right after that and she went in the shower. She spotted some cum left on the lower glass. I ask her: “What did you do?”

She said she put some on her finger and licked it like mom did. It tasted strange and a little salty….“It made me horny to taste it. It had a aroma to it that excited me, so I took a pair of my panties and put the left over cum all over one spot.

I liked to smell them when I finger myself.” I said: “Omg…I would like to try that some time.” She grinned and said: “I got them in a little plastic bag in my back pack.”……

Dad…….

I watched the clock at work slowly tick off the minutes. It was Friday and tonight was Candi’s big story reading session. Would I ’step over the line’ ?….I wasn’t sure at all. Little did I know what was going to happen tonight or I would have been going home early for some reason….

Candi……

Tracy was over as usual and we talked. She had a whole bunch of question for me to ask my daddy. I said I would ’try’ to get her some answers….but right now, I wanted to see and smell that little plastic bag of hers. I got her to get it and come in the bath room with me with it. I was already horny, but now I was really horny.

She got it and came in as I locked the door. Daddy wouldn’t be home for a while yet. She took it out. I saw some cream colored stuff at the bottom. It was her dad’s cum. She said she would open it and for me to take a quick smell, and then she would close it quick to save the smell. I was excited as she got all ready….open, smell, close. That was it. I had never smelled anything like to compare. It did give me chills tho. She watched me smile and shiver a little. It did excite me. “Did you like it?” she asked. We giggled as she knew by my smile… I did.

I had to taste it. “One taste Tracy, let me have one taste.” I said.

“Ready?” she open the little bag and I stuck my finger right in it. I tasted the slightly salty taste…but it tingled my tongue. I shivered as we giggled again. She took a taste and then, put her hand in her panties and rubbed it on her pussy. “Tracy!, what did you just do!” I said. She said rubbing it on her pussy made her clit tingle.

Of course I had to try it too. We leaned against the wall and began fingering ourselves. It did tingle, just like she said. She whispered in my ear. I said: “No!, daddy would never go for that……”

Dad…….

Driving home I tried to map out how I would handle Candi. I had hoped her boyfriend would and her would be having sex by now and he could take care of her sexual needs.

Tracy……

I had a plan. I had to convince Candi into going for it. I wanted her to let me sleepover and listen or maybe even watch them….she stalled….so I upped the offer. I would hide in the closet and make video of them.

That….got her attention.

I told her how I would do it. Hide in her long closet on the old mattress in there. Turn on the desk lamp on low in front of slightly open closet door.

She thought…..and then she went for it. To have a sound video of her and her daddy’s reading porn and maybe have a little sex play time excited her.

I didn’t tell her all of it…..

I had a few talks with her dad when she wasn’t around. The last talk, I sat on his lap and leaned on him. I told him how I wanted him to be my ‘other’ daddy and that I had a big crush on him.

I then quick kissed him real wet on the mouth. That was our first kiss and I took his hand and put it on my titties. I told him of my plan to record him telling her a hot story, I didn’t say anything about a video too. So…he knew I would be in the closet and said he would not pay attention to the closet.

Dad……

Tracy was a hot girl and she had a crush on me she told me. We ended up sneaking some kissing and feeling of her tits. This was my first time to ever do something like this, but she wasn’t my daughter and she kept quiet about it. God she was cute, long hair and nice tits for her age. She helped lowered any urges I had to mess with Candi…well…it helped….kinda…

We never told Candi, that her mom and I had a agreement. Her mom was having an affair with her brother for many years now. I accepted that in exchange for ’if’ I found a female I wanted to have an affair with I would do so. Her mom’s ’visits’ to her mom’s house were a cover for her affair with her brother. They started having sex in their early teens and just never stopped.

Now…. Tracy was a girl, even tho young, intrigued me very much. Tonight I would have them both listening to me tell a hot sex story and getting us ‘all’ horny. This should be an interesting night…

Tracy……

I was in position and all set up to make my sound video of him reading his hot porn story. My heart was pounding with excitement and I had a very wet pussy already. I could see Candi all ready for her ploy to make her dad all horny and maybe…..get some sex play from him. It was time…..

Candi…….

Here was daddy in his robe and I handed him my lap top. I was naked of course under the covers and my clit already tingled. He got in position. “Kiss first”, I said. I pulled him down hard over to me but this time let my tongue go wild in his mouth. Oh my god…..he let his tongue return the tongue play. I put the covers over him and threw my leg over him. I rubbed my pussy on his leg and kept going. I ended up on top of him and my pussy felt his big erection. He put the lap top on the floor and put his arms around me.

It was pure heaven as I slid my pussy back and forth on his warm cock. His robe was now open and his cock went between my legs. My wetness made it slick as I rubbed my clit on it.

I had an orgasm. It took my breath away as a moan came out of my mouth. He was finally feeling my tits and body. I slid down and went for it. I got to his cock and rubbed it on my face, all warm and big. I felt I had to hurry before he stopped me.

He never did. I put his cock in my mouth and started jacking it. He felt my face and guided my head. I had another orgasm as my pussy had never reacted this way before. I rubbed my pussy on his leg as it became all slick and wet. I felt him tense up and groan. He thrusted his cock up and I felt it. Hot cum filling my mouth over and over….and I just had a multiple orgasm on his leg.

Finally I had some sex play with him I had fantasized about. I kept on sucking on him and licking the warm cum off of him……

Oh my god…the video. I hope she got it all.

“You can come out now Tracy.” daddy said. I froze…he knew about her being in the closet!

“Show Candi how to work the camera, and you come here. You girls started this ploy and tonight were going to do it all.”

It was a dream come true for Tracy and I. I brought out he camera and we set it up. This was one video we both wanted forever. We all got under the covers now all naked. Daddy got the laptop and with me on one side of daddy and Tracy on the other, He began to read the hot porn story.

He didn’t get very far.

I looked at Tracy and she looked at me. We closed the laptop. We attacked my daddy. I watched Tracy and him go for it. Kissing, feeling, licking and me in the fray with them. Daddy was cutting loose. He felt our tits and sucked on them. His fingers were all over our slits and rubbing them. He licked our pussy’s and we sucked on his cock.

He got Tracy on her back, lifted her legs up and licked her pussy as she went into ecstasy. His finger was in my pussy at the same time. One rub and I had another orgasm. I love watching him make Tracy so hot. I suspected she was hot for him, and I was right. He then got her 69 and we both sucked on him as he took turns licking our pussy’s. Tracy could take no more. She got on top of him and started putting his cock in her pussy. I felt both of them as they were going to have full sex. They both felt my titties and pussy.

I had never watched two people have sex before and it was making my pussy pulse just watching. It was pure awesome. I wanted to be next.
—–

Tracy and I watched the video the next day, over and over. When daddy got home we made him wait until that night before we let him watch it. We hooked it up on his big screen TV in his bedroom.

Now it was my turn while Tracy watched.

We attacked him again. We stripped his clothes off and we all got in the shower. We played as we washed us all. We pulled him into bed and it all began to happen again…only this time I got on top of him and worked his cock in my pussy. Tracy and I kissed on him and Tracy fingered herself as we slowly began to fuck.

At last I was having my fantasy fulfilled. Daddy felt so awesome in me and my pussy was alive with feelings. I started automatically fucking him faster as it all built up. Tracy feeling his balls and my ass just added to it. All my ’buttons’ were being push and ones I didn’t even know I had. Daddy held me and felt me until I had my first real climax. I shook my body and my mind.

His cock exploded in me. I felt the spray of his hot cum deep in my quivering pussy. New moans came out of my mouth as we slapped our bodies together. Tracy orgasmed with us and rubbed her pussy hard on daddy’s leg…..we all just moaned together…… It was the most wonderful long long night….ever.

Horny Aunt Addi by Don’sdick

Introduction:

My wife’s new ‘aunt’ was horny for cock and didn’t even realize it.Horny Aunt Addi

This isn’t a story about an overgrown kid with a monstrous cock; nor is it about an aunt who is still young and built like the proverbial brick shit house.
At this point, it’s fantasy… but it could happen, if things fall into place, soon.

Carly’s uncle, Rob, had gone thru a bad divorce and, being unable to disprove some lies told about him, spent a few years behind bars.
He never wanted revenge on his ex-bitch, but he didn’t want her to receive his military pension when he died, either.

So… enter Addison. Addi is several years younger than Rob, a close friend of his daughter, who we’ll just call ‘Bitch-II’. 
Supposedly, if Rob married again, any final benefits, including pension, would go to the last spouse of record.

Addi is also an LPN and certified in home health care. Sooooo… Bitch-II gets Addi to agree to move in with her dad and take care of him. After a few months, he decides she’s a good woman and, although there had never been a kiss or a night spent together, he asked her to marry him in order for a good woman to be the ‘last spouse of record’ and cut Bitch-1 off completely.

So it happened…

Carly and her uncle Rob had been close when she was growing up. He is about 10 years older and loved teaching her how to catch, clean and cook fish. Even after many years of our marriage, he would call his fishing buddy and the two of them would take off for the day. 
Bitch-1 never liked Carly but used to flirt with me a little… but she was 100% Bitch and I wouldn’t have anything to do with her.

Rob and Addi’s ‘arrangement’ remained the same. She drove the old guy to his doctor appointments, his parole officer appointments, to church functions and dropped him off at the dock, where he and a few other old vets would shoot the shit and catch a few little ones.
They still never slept together; nor did they show any kind of romantic affection towards each other.

Each time Carly and I would make the hour drive to visit them, she and Rob would talk about going fishing.
On one such day, I was inside the patio doors on the couch, working on a short presentation I was going to have to make on Monday.

Addi, who (in her early 50’s) is 12yrs younger than me, plopped down on the couch and asked what I was working on. I told her I knew that the main topic of conversation outside was going to be about fishing, so I had brought my laptop to work on my stuff.
“Yeah, that’s all Rob thinks about. He’s told me stories about teaching Carly how to catch fish, and how one or the other had fallen into a pond at one time or another. He tells the same ones over and over. Between that and his war stories, which change every time he re-tells one, I usually try to slip into my room and work on my drawings, or maybe I’ll try to design some jewelry; just for the heck of it.”

“Drawings? I didn’t know you’re an arteest,” I smiled, “and an aspiring designer for Cartier, too. Cool! I’d like to see some of your work.”

I had been through her bedroom one time since she moved in with Rob. That was to look at a leaking faucet in her bathroom lavatory. I was struck by the theme in which her room was decorated… Religion.
There were pictures of angels and Jesus everywhere. All four corner posts of her bed were fashioned into crosses. Her matching curtains and bedspread were lavender prints, filled with images of more angels.

Her drawings were pretty much the same themes, as were her designs for silver and turquoise jewelry… 
Then I spotted a stack of older oil paintings.

“Those are my dad’s. Some of them aren’t very nice; he liked to paint naked people.”

Some of the artwork was beautiful sunsets, depicted from the decks of ships, “He was in the Navy. He could sell the naked paintings for ten times more money than the scenery. I always thought he was pretty good, but he was more proud of his writing… which is also, mostly, not very nice.”

I ran across a small painting of a little, naked brunette; she was turned with her back to the artist, but had her cute little head turned, looking over her shoulder and down at a kitten, “What a cutie. Is this you, by any chance?”

Addi blushed and took the canvas from my hand, “Uh-oh, I thought this one was in the closet. Yes, it’s me. The only person he painted more than me was my sister… but that’s a story that’s not very nice, either. Dad and Delilah were too close… more than they should have been, if you get my drift.”

As a matter of fact, I WAS getting her drift. Delilah and her father were lovers… somehow, ‘lovers’ was never one of my favorite words, when it came to just having sex. Loving is one thing… fucking was another; Not taking away the fact that one definitely complimented the other.

The more we talked, the more comfortable Addi became. She agreed to pull the rest of her dad’s things out of the closet so I could see them on our next visit. 
I suggested that she work on Rob; and I would encourage Carly to take her fishing gear along next time.

It worked….

On the next trip, Carly drove Rob’s old truck to the big lake, about thirty minutes away; their overdue fishing trip was underway.
I chose to stay at the house in order to work, quietly, on a novel.
Addi told them she was going to take a load of old clothes to Goodwill…

As soon as the truck was out of sight, I asked her about her father’s work. The boxes were on the floor of her closet, ready to be explored.

Her father had sold all but three of Delilah’s paintings before he died. As she opened up her stash of treasures, she was quick to point out, again, “Like I told you, some of these are real nasty. I would never pose like this for anyone, thank you, Jesus.”

My mind was whirling, “If these are so bad, why was she so quick to share them with me? I think the woman is in bad need of a good fucking.” 

We sat on the couch and picked up the few on top of the stack. Both of us were wearing loose legged shorts.
The first painting was Delilah as a teenager, leering at the artist with a seductive look. Just below that look was a set of small, but beautifully painted, tits. Lower, the girl appeared to have fingers stuck in her pussy, which was covered by light brown hair.

“I’m not sure how old she was in this one, but dad made her have sex with him just before he painted it. Blessed Lord, it’s shameful.”

I laid my hand on her bare leg and patted her for reassurance, “It’s alright, Addi, with my limited knowledge, the artwork itself is brilliantly done. This could be worth some good money some day.”

She didn’t object when my hand remained on her bare skin. Looking at the second canvas, it was a close up portrait of Delilah’s face, “What a beautiful sister you have. Is she still in the Chicago area?”

“You didn’t say anything about her mouth, Don. You do know what that is, don’t you?”

I squeezed her lag and rubbed it up and down between her knee and the bottom of her shorts, “Of course, it’s a load of sperm. Was it your dad’s, too?”

“Yes… thank Jesus he never made me do that with him. He really didn’t force Delilah to, she was always ready to please him… and yes, she’s still in Chicago. She’s been married to the same man for almost 30 years.”

I stopped my hand where her shorts leg began and spread my fingers, my pinky slipping just under the material, “Let’s look at this last one.”

Delilah was lying on her back, her pretty face propped on a pillow, looking between her widespread legs. Her father had done an amazing job of capturing a flow of white cum, draining from her slightly open cunt. A small puddle on the sheet indicated it had been a massive ejaculation.

“Damn! Somebody fucked her real good. She must have got a pint dumped in her. Your dad was one helluva artist.”

Her hand gently pushed mine away from her shorts, “I don’t believe in playing games, Don. Let’s put these things back and say a prayer.” 

“No problem, let’s have a look at the rest of these, first.” There were four or five more small paintings of Addi, but in all of them, her back was turned and her father never portrayed her front side in any of them… good art work, though.

In the bottom of the box were some old porn magazines that had gone out of publication years ago. She moved closer to me so she could point out the articles her dad had written, “There’s one of the worst ones. I’m sure The Lord never forgave him for writing things like this and for the things he did to us girls.”

“Did he ever have sex with you at all?”

“Heavens, no! But not because he didn’t want to. He tried all kinds of things… money, treats, bicycle… he even bought me a car when I turned 16. Praise Jesus he never persuaded me to do it. 
“I’ve never told anyone about this, though; not even my first husband. Only the Lord and I know about it… Daddy was getting me into position for the painting you saw last time, the one with the kitten. I didn’t know what he was doing when he coated his finger with Vaseline. 
“He turned me the way I was supposed to sit and told me to raise up. His hand slipped under me and his finger slid right inside me. I screamed because it hurt. He broke my hymen but pulled it out because he was afraid I would tell. As much as I didn’t like it, I loved my daddy and never wanted to get him in trouble. 
“He never did anything like that again… not to me, anyway. 
“Lord, please forgive me for telling that secret.”

Addi’s leg was against mine and, once again, I patted her for reassurance and suggested we put the ‘treasures’ back into the closet, “Maybe I’ll just read the articles next time.”

Unbeknownst to anyone else, I had excused myself to the bathroom as soon as Carly and I had arrived. I had hoped an opportunity would present itself, so I popped a 100mg Viagra… it was working.

I could tell that Addi noticed my ‘tent’ when I carried the box into her bedroom. She had to squeeze beside me to show me exactly where she wanted it placed. I made a point to turn, causing her to brush against my hard cock.
With that chore finished, I reached the bedroom door ahead of her and closed it. Her eyes were wide as I turned and told her, “I think we need to get you naked.”

“What? Oh, Heavenly Father, don’t let this happen.”

With my hands on her shoulders, I gently pushed her toward the bed. She was whispering a prayer and a tear made its way down her cheek as I loosened the buttons on her blouse. Her clasp was in front, so I released her 36B’s next, “Your tits are amazing, Addi. The finest set I’ve ever seen.”

I slid her shorts and bikini panties to her ankles while she was pleading with God to stop what was happening to her. When I eased her ample ass onto the edge of the bed, her clothes finished dropping to the floor.

Her sobs were a little more pronounced as I raised her legs into the air, but there was no resistance. She was expecting me to rape her, but my mouth was watering… I had to eat her first. Her pubic hair was thick, but had been trimmed. The second I kissed her labia, she involuntarily caught her breath… she was horny as hell and didn’t even realize it.

I sucked her hard clitoris between my lips and worked the top of it with my hungry tongue. It seemed only natural to insert two fingers in her, so… 

In moments, Addi was writhing on the bed as I finger-fucked her harder and harder. She was getting so moist her pussy was making wet, sucking sounds and her juices were splattering on her legs with each thrust of my hand. She began to cry out as she felt herself about to cum. Her pussy contracted around my fingers so I pushed even harder and deeper, forcing her to orgasm against my hand.

Soon, she stopped wriggling and I withdrew my slimy hand from between her quaking legs. She watched through lidded eyes as my mouth continued to work, holding her in an expanded state of ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt my tongue gently lapping against her tender and sensitive clit. “Oh…oh…oh, Don! Oh, Blessed Jesus, that feels so good,” she murmured. She began to slowly move up and down, again, humping my bearded face. 

I reached up with my hands and cupped her ample tits, my fingers closing in around her hard nipples. The combined sensations were too much for Addi; she felt overwhelmed and began cumming again in moments. My rough hands were squeezing and kneading her titties harder and harder while my tongue worked over her clit. Her hands went to her mouth and muffled her screams of pleasure, mixed with prayer, while she squirted more pussy juice all over my tongue and face. I continued to lick lazily while Addi’s breathing slowed down and she collected herself. 

She raised her head as I lifted myself up, my face and beard glistening with her wetness. She looked down between my legs and saw my cock was harder than ever. “Fuck me, Don,” she whispered.
It had been eight years since the Addi had been the recipient of a stiff dick. I was more than ready to fulfill her needs. My Viagra had been at work for almost two hours and Fat Boy had been standing solid for half of that time. 

I pulled her body to the edge of the bed and entered her, easily, “OH, MY PRECIOUS LORD!!! OHHHHHH, Don… Ohhhhhh… God, that feels sooooo good.” 

Addi went totally, fucking hysterical while I pumped my meat in and out of her. If she’d been a Holy Roller, I’d swear she was talking in ‘tongues’. I don’t believe I ever read anything in the Bible that would indicate an incestuous relationship between Jesus and his mother Mary, but Addi was yelling things to that effect. 
How anybody could be so starved for hard cock is still a mystery to me.

She was getting tired and wearing down when my nuts began tightening. She had already cum half a dozen times, but once she knew I was hitting her cervix with hot pulses of my own cum, she squealed one more time, “GOD YES!! OH SHIT! PINCH MY TITS… HARD!!” I seriously thought Addi was going to pass out with that last orgasm, but she bit a hole in her tongue and the pain kept her lucid.

I kissed the forehead of my aunt, by marriage, twice removed (I’ve always heard that term but never had a clue what it meant). I would have loved to kiss her full lips, but I was concerned she would think I was in love with her. Fucking this woman was great, but I didn’t need the problem of a love-sick female.

She asked if I wanted to shower with her, but I elected to wash my cock and cods in the other bathroom… good thing, too. Rob and Carly drove back in while Addi was still bathing. Not much action on the fishing front.

Two weeks later, Carly and I made the trip again. When they left for the lake, Addi gave me a hug, “Thank you for leaving the Viagra pill last time. Rob puts so much stuff in his coffee that he didn’t even taste it. He got really hard and didn’t know why. He said it was the first time in five years or more. 
“I simply told him that I was his wife and I would take care of him. It took almost an hour, but he finally shot a pretty good load. I had a few orgasms, but not like the ones you gave me.
“Now for the hard part… I’ve decided that I won’t cheat on Rob again. I talked to our doctor and he gave me a prescription for Viagra, but told me not to push my luck. More than once a week could cause him to have a stroke, with the blood pressure problems he has.
“Thank you for what you did for me last time. I asked Jesus for forgiveness, and told Him there would be no more, okay?”

I kissed her on the head and told her, “Sure it’s okay… if that’s what you really want.” I turned around and loosened the belt on my shorts. When I dropped them to the floor, Fat Boy was hard enough to use for a splitting wedge, “I’ll just sit here and play with myself until you change your mind.”
Once she got a good look at the sausage that had broken her celibacy and given her so much pleasure, she crossed herself and said, “Forgive me Lord, I can’t help it.” Her clothes flew in every direction. Once naked, she bent over the arm of the couch, “From behind this time… please?”

Play Things by Sexy Mommy

Introduction:

Susan and Lori are a typical mother daughter pair, so why not stir that pot up a bit.All my stories take place on an alternate earth, where they orbit the sun about every 1200 days, making one of their years like 3 of ours. Thus the age of sexual consent is 6ish, depending on the state.

I have existed for as long as I can remember. That is a very long time. As a being that lives outside the physical realm, time has very little meaning to me. I exist in what you would describe as an energy state, but it is necessary for me to be a part of a physical life most of the time, I could survive a few days without occupying a physical body at most. The beings I inhabit are unaware of me, I can control them 100%, or leave them in complete control. I can let them remember everything when I am in control, or leave them with no memory at all, or some combination of the two. 

As you could imagine, having lived for so long, my memory goes back several thousand years, keeping myself entertained is difficult. Sometimes I am very good, think of the murderer that suddenly confesses and spares the family a trial, could be me. Sometimes I am not so good, this would be one of those times.

I found my play things while in the body of an elementary school teacher, I searched her memory for what I wanted, it took several teachers before the right ones were found.

Lori was a cute as a button blond, with a cute little face, pony tails, and just the perfect amount of baby fat left in her cheeks, while the rest of her was quite tall and slender. There were many such suitable subjects, but what made her right was her mother.  Just 30, she was beautiful, with long red hair, but where her daughter was tall and thin, presumably from her father, Susan was short and fit, with decidedly perky features. They were perfect because of her mother’s professional career, and no man at home. I arranged to work car pick up that afternoon, made up an excuse to say hello to Susan, touched her hand, and moved right in. Transferring from one person to another is always best by touch, otherwise unexpected thing may happen. I tried to jump between cars once, ended up three time zones away.

Once in Susan, I made arrangements to take Friday off from work, several things needed to be arranged.  I won’t spoil the story by telling you everything I did, but one was to set up a small hidden video camera in the living room, this I didn’t let Susan remember. Then Friday afternoon, I picked Lori up from school, and started the plan.

“Have much homework tonight?” I asked.

“Nope.” was the short reply.

“Good, I thought we could do movie and pizza night.” 

“Yea, sounds great, can we watch….” she went on about some movie only a 9 year old could want to watch, I just nodded and said it was fine. 

One large pizza delivered, one bad movie picked up at red box, everything else ready. Lori took the pizza in to the family room.

“I’ll be in with drinks in a minute.” I told her back as she scampered off. “go ahead and start the movie.” 

A few minutes later, I brought in a pitcher of fuzzy navels and two martini glasses, I figured it was a taste she would like. 

“Fancy.” she said, looking at the martini glasses I served them in.

“Only the best!” I replied.

The movie was just as bad as expected, but Lori liked it, and the more she drank, the funnier she thought it was. I began to laugh more at her than the movie. Two slices of pizza and about 4 drinks later, she was quite amusing. I took the opportunity to clean up the mess, and start the aforementioned camera.

Another round of drinks, and I suggested a movie from our stockpile, a recent steamy affair that was all the rage a few months ago. Truth was I bought it today.

“You said that was too adult for me.” Lori came back.

“Oh, I think you can handle it.” to which she giggled.

We watched for about 45 minutes. It wasn’t that good, but the sex scenes were fairly graphic for a main stream movie, and it made Lori get real quiet and squirm in her seat, while the fuzzy navels made her very relaxed. 

“You know what’s wrong?” I stated as I paused the movie. “when I was in college, me and the girls would watch movies like this, but we would always get dressed up sexy. Made it more fun.”

She looked at me odd, I didn’t know if it was from the alcohol, or not enough of it. “I don’t have anything ‘sexy’.” she said. 

Guess she has had enough. “Come on.” I said holding out my hand. “maybe I can find something for you.” And she took my hand and we scampered up the stairs to Susan’s bedroom. I proceeded to dig through the closet.  It was a show, everything I wanted I had purchased today and knew exactly where it was. After gathering everything I wanted, I came back out to the bedroom where Lori was sitting very lazy and relaxed on the bed. 

“First things first. Come over her and sit.” I had a 30’s style cabinet that I used for make up and such things. She sat and looked distantly at the mirror. I combed her hair, and put it up in a tall pony tail. I followed by giving her the full make up treatment; foundation, shadow, blush, frosted pink lips, everything. She looked hot.

I stood and walked back to the bed where I laid things before. “This is an old outfit of mine, it might just fit you.” old if you consider 8 hours old. It was the smallest teddy I could find in the stores, very stretchy and very shear. All white with very little lace to break up the shear panels. The white thigh highs were also the smallest I could find, I hoped the would fit her narrow thighs. “OK, take your clothes off and change.” She looked at the outfit strangely. “Need help?”

“Yea.” came the sheepish reply.

She undressed, and helped her step into the teddy, it was so elastic it looked fantastic on her, I could clearly see tiny hard nipples and hairless slit through the material. She sat on  the edge of the bed, and I put the stockings on her, they held, barely. She looked so sexy, bright lips, smokey eyes, and that white lingerie. 

“Try these on.” I said, handing her a pair of tall pumps. Simple white leather, way taller than appropriate for a girl her age by a long shot. 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk in them, but they fit fine.” she said, admiring them. I was admiring her long legs.

“I’ll help you walk in them. Wait here, I’ll go change.” I went in to the closet to change. Black and red merry widow started it, black stockings, black g-string you can see right through the front of, showing off Susan’s newly bald pussy. All finished off with black stilettos, way taller than appropriate for a girl my age. I returned to the bed room where Lori stared at me with wide eyes. I gave her a runway turn and blew her a kiss, which made her smile and giggle a bit.

“Do I look ok?” I asked her.

“You look great Mommy.” she said, staring between my legs without trying to hide it.

“And you look absolutely beautiful my sweet, and more than a bit sexy to.” I said, causing her to blush. I held out my hand and helped her to her feet, the first few steps were unsteady, then she was off like a pro. We walked down stairs hand in hand, I wasn’t going to let her fall down, she wasn’t that good yet.

She sat down and grabbed her drink, I suggest a different movie, she was agreeable to anything at this point. I put in a full porn I bought, all lesbian, very little story. I made small talk while it got going, told her how nice her hair looked that way…

“You should wear it like that more often.” I told her. 

“Maybe.” she said, “have to be able to do it myself.”

“Probably shouldn’t dress like this for school, but you do look hot.” I told her.

“Mom,”  came the reply with more blushing, “I do kind of like the way I feel in this though.” 

The first scene of the movie got going, two busty blonds going at it.  Lori sat there staring, mouth half open, not really sure what she was seeing. I kept talking.

“Dressing like this makes me feel sexy, makes me feel good.” I told her. Her small nipples were hard as rocks and poked noticeably through the front to the fabric. “Does it make you feel sexy?” I asked.

“Makes me feel funny, and grown up.” she said, “I like that it all clings to me, that feels nice.”

She never took her eyes off the screen. “They are pretty aren’t they?” I asked.

“Yes, I guess.” she hesitated.  “Their boobs are huge.”

“Yea, I don’t like big ones myself.” my statement caught her off guard. The scene ended after a bit of silence.

The next scene was the one I wanted, stepmom, stepdaughter. She watched, and I watched her. She was clearly getting excited, I could see a small dampening between her legs, and smell the muskyness of it. She was moving her legs together and apart, then squirming in her seat. I adjusted myself, brought one leg up on the couch, and angled tward her, it gave her a great view of Susan’s barely covered pussy, and she noticed. I watched the TV like I hadn’t. I casually ran my right hand up and down my inner thigh a few times, down just past the stocking cuff, then up to the edge of the panties. 

I tried not to be to obvious, but the dark spot forming on my panties was getting larger, and Susan’s nipples, large as they are, poked right through the cups. Next time she turned my way, I ran my finger  up and down my slit a few times through the sheer nylon. My inner labia practically sprang out like a jack in the box, Lori’s mouth hung slightly open again. 

She looked amazing, and it was time to start.

“Come sit over here sweetie.” I said, patting the couch between my legs. She scooted down, nestled in, and laid back against me. There is no way she didn’t feel my nipples poking in to her back. I wrapped my arms around her, and we sat there for several minutes watching the mother on TV eat her daughters pussy. 

I slowly began caressing her through the sheer teddy,  it made her so smooth. Soon I was brave and felt up to her nipple. My right hand found her left nipple, and it was hard, and small, and perfect. About the size and shape of a pea, I rolled it between my thumb and finger, while her breathing got very rapid. My left hand found the other,  and I bent down and kissed her shoulder, then her neck, then higher, just behind her ear. She rolled her head to the side giving her neck up to me. I gently rubbed her tiny tits, while kissing up and down her slender neck. 

One hand found it’s way slowly down her abdomen,  past her belly button that once connected us, and felt two puffy labia beneath teddy. I used just 1 finger to stroke up and down her slit slowly, gently, barely touching her. She let out a soft kitten like moan, and opened her legs till they met mine, her stockings caressing mine felt fantastic. She brought her right leg up over mine, opening herself to me, and I kissed her more. 

As thin as the nylon teddy was, I wanted to feel her more, I reached down and deftly undid the three small clasps that held the crotch together.  The elasticity caused it to spring open, instantly exposing her, she gasped and turned her face to me. The look on her beautiful cherub face was one of lustful apprehension.  I kissed her perfect frosted pink lips. They didn’t open right away, but my tongue pushed it’s way inside, and once inside, her mouth was very accepting. She tasted of peaches and lust. 

My finger ran up and down her now bare slit. It was wet, and slick. As she began to kiss me back, I found the hard jewel at the top of her slit. Her clit was hard and huge, it felt like a small marble, and she moaned in my mouth when I rubbed it. I broke our kiss and stopped rubbing her, and stared into her angelic face, now flush.

“Do you like this baby girl?” I asked .

She nodded “Yes Mommy.” and as if to make the point, she grabbed my wrist and started rubbing my hand against her pussy again. 

We separated a bit. “Do you want to do all those things you saw in the movie with me?” 

She nodded again, “All of it Mommy.” 

I smiled, “I’m so glad.” I continued to caress her clit, and used my left hand to lower the strap and release my left tit. Susan has great tits, c cups, perky, smallish areolas and large rose colored nipples. 

“Come suck mommy’s nipple, like when you were a baby.” I asked, cupping under my breast, holding toward her.

Lori slowly leaned forward, unsure of what to do. When her face was close, she struck out her tongue and gave it a quick lick, then pulled back. 

“Relax baby girl.” and I put my left hand behind her head, and pulled her mouth gently to my tit. She opened her mouth and latched on like she had never stopped nursing. “little slower baby… there, that’s it.” and she was suckling on her mother’s breast again. I continued to stroke her enlarged clit, and I kissed the top of her head.

“Stand up for a minute.” I told her. We broke our incestuous embrace, she stood and I followed. I pulled my panties down and off, and she started at my pussy again.

“What’s the matter Lori sweetie?” I asked.

“What happened to all your hair?” she enquired. 

“I had it all taken off, I wanted to look more like you.” Really it was because it felt better bald. “Do you like it?”

“Yes, can I touch it?” she said with a panting lustfulness.

“I want you to, I want you to do lots of things to mommy’s pussy…” she didn’t wait for me to finish and she had her hand on my cunt. Kind of clumsily, she rubbed me up and down from the top of my slit, back to my anus, back and forth several times. It was soon a wet mess. 

“That feels really good Lori, you make mommy feel so good.” I told her.

“Mommy, would you lick my pussy like the mommy in the movie did?”

“I would love that baby. I’ve been wanting to lick your pussy again for years. Sit back on the couch, like that, now spread your legs real wide for mommy to get in there, just like the daughter on the movie did.”

With that she brought her legs wide,  almost splits. Her little cunt lips opened up for me, I could see her clit poking out, her virginity lay before me. I got on my knees and lowered my bright red lips to hers,  and licked from one end to the other. She tasted sweet and salty, and was so very wet. I swirled my tongue around her clit several times, savoring the delicious feeling of a daughters clit dancing under her mother’s tongue. Lori moaned loudly, and tilted her hips up at me. I began to alternate between licking and sucking her clit. One of her legs found it’s way behind my head, the feel of the silky nylon over her ankle, and the smooth leather of her heels against my neck was delightful.  I increased my efforts. The more I pleasured her, the louder she got, and soon she was letting out long, sustained moans that practically echoed. 

“That feels so good mommy. Please don’t stop, please just keep licking my pussy mommy.”

And I did. Soon the other leg was behind my head, and they were both pulling me hard in to her. Her pelvis thrusting up and down at my face, making it hard to keep contact with her clit, but I did. Faster and faster it went. 

“Oh mommy… mommy… mommy you better stop… something….” 

And she pulled my face in to her pussy hard and kept it there, her hips came up and stayed. She screamed out as loud as her voice would go…

“Mommy…. Mommy….Mommy…” The last one trailing out for most of a minute as she experienced the first orgasm of her young life. 

I pulled my face away from her cunt, coated with her spectacular girl juices, climbed to her and kissed her. Stopping to gently suck from her tiny nipples on the way. 

“That was your first orgasm baby. Did you like what mommy did to you?” 

She didn’t say anything, she just grabbed my face and kissed me hard, her small tongue jetting on to my mouth. When we broke the kiss I asked “Could you do that to mommy now?”

“I will try.” she said.

We changed positions, and she looked directly in to my pussy for a moment. 

“Its ok baby, just do your best.” I told her. “Sweetie, sometimes mommy talks nasty when she’s getting her pussy eaten. You just keep licking ok?”

“Ok mommy.” and she buried her face in me. 

She was awkward and clumsy, but she certainly did her best. She licked me up and down, she put her tongue as far in me as she could, she licked inside and out. 

“Here baby, lick right here.” And I reached behind her head and positioned her on my clit. “Feel that little hard bump? Lick that.” And she did. I put my legs behind her head to hold her in position, and used my hands to squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples. She licked me so good. 

“Ok baby, you’re about to make mommy cum… that’s such a good girl making mommy cum like this… such a naughty girl making mommy cum like this… such a nasty little girl eating your mommy’s pussy like this… eat mommy’s pussy baby… eat me… oh baby here it comes…” and with that I came on her sweet little face. 

Her face was glazed with my fluids as she looked up at me, I waved her up to me and she was kissing me a second later, I wrapped my legs around her small ass holding her in place. The orgasm hand not satiated my labido.

“Get up baby, I want you to do something for, well, to me.” I said as we broke our embrace. I retrieved a bag of toys from a drawer I bought earlier that day. Inside was a strapon with a velcro harness that would adjust way down.

“Here sweetie, let’s close this.” I told her as I reattached the crotch of her teddy. She looked disappointed, but I thought it would be more comfortable. The strapon had a dildo that was smallish, about 6 inches by 1 inch, but Susan’s pussy was tight. I strapped Lori up, and laid down on the floor, legs spread vulgerly wide.

“Come on baby, time to fuck mommy like a good girl.” 

She walked over, before dropping to her knees between mine. I leaned forward, grabbed the phallus and pulled her to me.

“Come on baby, mommy needs a good fucking, and you need to give it to me.” I rubbed the tip up and down my slit, getting it wet and slick.

“Ok, push it in.” I said as I positioned the tip. She slowly drove it home, pausing when her pelvis met mine. It filled me just right.

I started moving my hips up and down at her. “Come on baby, give your mommy a good fucking, I need it so bad.” And she did. She started thrusting in and out, quick at first, then faster. She was like a jackhammer pounding me, her tiny hips practically fitting between my legs. I didn’t last long, moments later I was in the throws of my second, and then third orgasm of the evening. After the last one, I wrapped my legs around Lori and held her tight to me, I just couldn’t take any more.

“That’s enough baby, you made mommy cum twice.” I told her. She smiled proudly. “Ok baby, up and out of mommy.” I released my legs and she pulled out, a bit quicker than I would have preferred. 

I began unstraping her, and when it was loose, she stepped out. I quickly put it on myself, and little Lori’s eye got big. She was standing next to me now, I reached down and began to stroke her slit through the teddy.

“This is going to be great baby, now mommy gets to fuck you.” I told her, then pushed the crotch or the teddy aside, and thrust a finger through her opening. She open her legs slightly, accepting it fully. The lack of hymen was a pleasant surprise. Her small vagina seemed to draw me in to it, holding me in with its warm wetness. 

“Lay down now Lori, mommy is going to do you.” I told her as I pulled my finger from her cunt and undid the clasps the held the teddy together. 

And with that, lori got on the floor and splayed herself wide for me. Her small vagina opened up for me in a vulgar display of prepubescent sexuality and lust. As if to emphasize the point, she reached down and began rubbing her clit roughly. I dropped to my knees, positioned myself between her beautiful long legs, and aimed for her virgin pussy. She tensed up as soon as it touched her and her legs came together, but it went in smoothly, albeit with some resistance. When I bottomed out, there was still some space between us, the tip hitting inside her. The look on her face was a combination of shock, lust, and pleasure. 

“How does that feel baby? ” I asked

“Full. Is it all in?” She asked.

“Almost.” I replied, and she felt her pussy and the synthetic cock that impaled it. 

“Put it all in.” She said.

“It won’t fit sweetie, maybe some day. But for now…” and I began going at her. 

Slow at first, and only an inch or so, in and out. Soon faster. As my pace quicken, so did the stroke, and soon I was going the full length of the shaft, or at least all she could take. Then her legs fell away wide, and her eyes seemed lost in pleasure. Her small body shook with each thrust, and every stroke elicited a pleasurable groan, followed by a small whimper as I pulled back. I could see the orgasm building in her. Her tiny hips would push back in to me as I thrusted, and she seemed to get a thrill when the dildo bumped her cervix, squealing in excitement. Her small labia seemed stretched to the limit, then her legs wrapped around my waist and locked. She began bucking hard in to me, hard and fast, I just held myself as she was fucking me from the bottom like a crazy nymphet.

Her orgasm broke over her like a tidal wave, she thrust her hips up at me one last time, and held herself tightly in place as her body shook and convulsed for what seemed like minutes. As she came down from her orgasmic high, she eased up on her legs and slowly slid down off the dildo, coming to a rest on the floor as the member eased itself from her bright red pussy lips. She, however, showed only a momentary slowing. 

She got up off her back, and got on all fours in front of me. “Let’s try it like this. ” and with that she pulled her firm little butt cheeks apart, exposing ass and cunt to me. 

“You want mommy to fuck you doggie style baby?” I asked, mostly I just wanted to hear her say it.

“Yea mommy, get behind me and fuck me hard.” Came the nasty reply, it sounded so sexy from her young lips.

“Let’s do it over here.” I said standing up, then helping her up. She was unsteady again in her heels, but they made her legs look so damn hot, there was no way I was letter her take them, or the stockings off. The teddy however, I pulled off her when she stood, and spent a few minutes sucking and licking those adorable, hard pink nipples. 

I positioned her standing near the couch, bent her over, resting her chest on the back of the couch. 

“Spread that ass for me baby, mommy is ready fuck you again.” I said with a lustful rasp in my voice.

She spread her ass wider, I thought she might pull herself apart she was so splayed open. I move farward between her wide legs, pulled up one of her stockings that had started to sag, and lowered myself. I bent my knees so the tip just touched her opening.

“Dont go slow mommy, fuck me hard and fast right away.” Such a torrid request from such sweet lips.

“Ok baby, some day mommy will fuck that sweet ass of yours too” I reached around and grasped the front of her hips, then I lifted her up and thrust forward in one motion, impaling her in one movement. She cried out in pleasurable shock. 

I held her up, legs wide, feet dangling, as I pounded her hard, all the dildo fit in this position, and I felt my abdomen slapping against her hard ass. All she could do was take, and love it. And she did both. I pounded her for 5 long minutes, and then her third orgasm of the night was upon her.

“Oh yes mommy, fuck me hard… fuck your baby hard… fuck me harder mommy… fuck your baby…” it was so hot hearing her talk like that.

And then she started to cum, her legs went limp, then stared shaking and twitching, her lovely ass seemed to have a seizure of it’s own, and her head lulled about randomly as she screamed out. Then she lay still for several minutes. I pulled the dildo out to a audible sucking sound as it left her.

“You ok Lori?” I asked.

“That was awesome mommy, but I think that is all I can take tonight.” She said through pants.

“Ok baby” I chuckled, “let’s go to bed.”

And we did, I let her sleep with me, I needed to, and we cuddled in bed for maybe 10 minutes before we were both asleep.

By both, I mean Lori and Susan. I never sleep.

As soon as Susan was in a deep sleep, I left her and moved to Lori. As Lori I got up, and went down stairs. Susan would not remember setting up the video camera, I however, did. And I went to it, and retrieved the memory card. I got on the family computer, uploaded and encrypted copy of the evenings debauchery to the cloud, and then made a couple of copies for me.

I gathered up my clothes, the teddy from the family room, the stockings and shoes from Susan’s room, took the porn movie from the disc player, and went back to bed, Lori’s bedroom this time. Morning came as it always does.

I had left all the memories of the night, excluding the camera, in Susan, she would remember fucking her daughter, and remember enjoying it alot. But it didn’t know how she would react. That is the fun part.

I was up before mom, and went down stairs, ate breakfast, showered, got dressed, and watched some tv before mom woke. I heard her in the shower first. 

One other thing I didn’t let Susan remember, she bought a few outfits of lingerie for Lori, she only knew about the one for now. The one I was currently wearing was all black, lace black a-cup bra that I couldn’t fill out, but showed my tiny nipples, and a nice black garterbelt, that held up black back seemed stockings that led to very sexy black patent heels. No panties today! I wore my old long robe over it, and sat at the computer, back to the stairs.

When mom finally came down, she was quiet, and went to the kitchen for a minute without talking to me. When she emerged, she started to speak, I still had my back to her.

“Sweetie, we need to talk about last night.” She started, voice shaky and unsure. “I don’t what came over me, but that can’t ever happen again.”

“Well,” I said, “what came over you was me, well ‘on’ you anyway.”

“What do you…” she started, then it faded out.

“And as for it never happening again, well that genie is out of the bottle.” I told her as I rose, and turned to her. I opened my robe, let it fall, it puddled on the floor behind me. 

She stared at me, mouth agape. I walked, well, more sauntered over to her, slowly, putting as much swing in these little hips as I could. She looked me up and down, not sure what to make of me.

“You started something last night, and I don’t want it to stop, you and I are lovers now, and I want to keep it that way. And judging by the way you loved eating my pussy last night, and the way your nipples got hard the minute you saw this,” I ran my hands slowly and sexually up and down my body as I said that part, “you don’t want it to stop either.”

By this time I was right next to her, and I reached around and grabbed her ass. She pushed my hands away, and stepped back.

“Lori honey, we can’t, it’s just not right.” She protested, “never again.”

“You don’t want to play with these anymore?” I asked pinching both my nipples, tugging them so the skin tented out as I stepped tward her.

“Stop that, and why are you dressed like that. ” she said both as a statement while stepping back.

“But mommy, I want you to lick my pussy again.” As I said this, I stuck a finger in my pussy, brought my finger to my lips and sucked it clean. 

“Lori you shouldn’t be doing that, you should not talk like that.” She stammered.

I turned and bent way over, “You said you’d fuck my ass someday mommy, you wouldn’t lie about that would you?” 

“Thats enough Lori, no more. ” she finally had some sternness to her voice.

I turned and walked back to the computer, slowly, swinging my hips as best as a 9 year old can. When I looked back, she was watching my ass. 

“Come here mommy, I have something to show you.” And with that she cautiously crossed the room, but didn’t get too close to me.

I open a few folders, and found the file from last night, double clicked, and it started. I didn’t need preliminaries, so I clicked the progress bar to mid way. On the screen, and through the very loud speakers, was a not great movie, that clearly showed Susan, eating her little girls pussy. 

“Oh watch, I’m about to cum.” I told her, and then my body on the screen could be seen shaking and screaming.

I clicked further along, tward the end, and there I was, laying on the floor, with my mommy fucking me with a strapon, both of us clearly enjoying it. 

“Hot isn’t it?” I asked, but the smell of her pussy was not left over from last night, and she couldn’t hardly hide her arousal. 

“You need to delete that now.” She said.

“Sure,” I closed the window, right clicked the file, clicked delete, and it vanished.

A sheepish “thank you” hung in the air.

“You know that is not the only copy, right?” I said, as I rose and turned to her. I was almost her height in the heels.

She had nothing to say. 

“Were lovers now, you can go along willingly, or unwillingly, but you are mine, or that video finds it’s way to the wrong people, got it?” I was firm in my voice, well sort of, as firm as a horny 9 year old can be.

She nodded.

I walked to the coffee table, put my right foot, in it’s way too tall pumps, on it, and called her over.

“My pussy needs licked, get over here and eat me.” I stated simply.

My mommy didn’t move however, she just stared at me.

“Get your ass over here and eat me now!” I ordered, and this brought her out of her transe.

She walked over and stood in front of me, not sure of what to do.

“Mommy,” I said very sweetly, “get on your knees and lick my pussy.”

With that she slowly went to her knees, and stared at my lips. I reached behind her head and pulled her face between my legs, I was horny and wet, and she was being too slow.

“Get that tongue out and get it on my clit.” I ordered. She finally seemed to understand. Her tongue extended and she began going up and down my slit. “Right there mommy, right there on my clit.”

She actually started to eat me for real. Rhythmic licking of my clit, in my already aroused state, and I was soon cumming. I held on to her head to keep my balence as my hips convulsed in to her face, I screamed out loudly. When the orgasm ebbed from my body, I stood on my own, then sat back on the couch collecting my breath.

“Come here mommy.” I said through staggered pants.

She walked over and stood beside me.

“Drop your pants.” And she did as instructed.

I pulled her panties down, and exposed her to me. Her panties were almost soaked through, and a glistening sheen was obvious over labia. She was very excited.

“You liked that didn’t you?” I asked the already answered question. I looked up at her face. “You did, you really got turned on by that.”

She nodded shamefully. 

“Don’t be sad mommy, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I stood up in front of her. “I want to do lots more. And because I know it turns you on too,” I reached down quickly pushed a couple of finger inside her, and gave them a good wiggle. “We will do…” I licked one of my fingers clean in front of her, she blushed, “Lots more”, I put the other finger from her pussy in her mouth, and she sucked it clean without instruction.

Real estate agent coerced into sex by Mfer1973

Introduction:

My name is Madison and this is a story about the day my eyes were opened to a life that I needed to leave behind and a life I needed to live.My name is Madison. I’m 22, have sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes and a curvy athletic figure. I like to where clothes and accessories that accent my figure. 

A couple months ago, I obtained my real estate license to help pay off college expenses. It has gone well so far and I have made some great commissions.

A few weeks ago my mother asked me to fill in for her, on a showing. I told her no problem. I loved real estate and helping people with their dream residence, especially this one. It was a $25 million mansion. She told me I would be meeting the client, his assistant and their lawyer. I was stoked!

On the morning of the showing. I showered, put on a delicate smelling body splash, as well as a sexy cream colored lacy bra and panties, and sheer white lace topped stockings. I then put on a red satin upper body hugging dress, that came to the mid thigh. I did my makeup to the nines. I looked pretty sharp and hoped I would make a great impression.

I left the house on the morning of the showing. I was a little nervous. This was a huge opportunity and I knew I had to shine.

I arrived about :20 minutes before the appointment time, to get set up. Took the champagne out of the cooler and put it on ice. Put out some cheeses, fruits and assorted crackers. Everything looked superb. Lastly, I checked my appearance, to make sure nothing was out of place.

About 5 minutes after the scheduled time, the doorbell rang and I went to answer it. To my surprise the client was actually an I.R.S. agent and 2 investigators, all three big black guys. They came in and told me to come in the living room, they had some questions about my father’s business dealings. I was very nervous and scared. 

My father is a successful attorney, businessman and a great father. I don’t know what he had done, or if someone had done something to him. I would do anything for my dad. But, I was getting more nervous by the second. They proceeded to tell me, my father was in serious financial debt and had been cheating on his taxes for a couple years. I was in a state of shock. They had stacks of paperwork and it looked legit. I began to tear up, thinking my dad may go to prison. 

One of the guys asked if I knew anything about this, but I had no clue. This whole day had turned into a nightmare! I got up and said I had to use the restroom, but instead got me a drink and slammed the first glass of champagne and immediately poured another. I went back to the living room and asked what was going to happen? They said this is very serious and could land my dad in the fed joint for a decade or more. I began to cry again. I asked if there was anything I could do to make, the sentence lighter? One of the guys asked what was I suggesting? I said I didn’t know, but was open to suggestions. At that point all 3 got up and approached me. They stood their in front of me for a moment. The one said they don’t know if they’d ever questioned a woman as pretty as me. I began to get very nervous. They said if I was nice to them, they would work something out. I knew exactly what they wanted and I caved. 

One of the guys went behind me and was making comments about my body. He then slowly started unzipping my dress. I could feel the coolness of the air on my exposed back. When he had my dress unzipped, he moved to the clasp of my bra and undid it. I felt naked already. He was slowly and gently running his fingertips up and down my back. Then his hands went past my sides and onto my stomach. They lingered there for a bit. My stomach was in knots. I had goose bumps all over my body. He slowly ran his hands up the front of my body, till he reached my firm breasts. A sigh and groan escaped my mouth. He rubbed them for couple minutes. I was shocked I was just allowing this. Then I felt his hands leave my body and start to remove my dress. I stood there lock kneed while my dress was removed. When my dress and bra were off and pooled at my feet, I was standing only in my panties, stockings and heels. I could see their lust by my appearance. 

The guy from behind moved away and back to the front of me. At that point they started to undress. I knew what was coming and knew there was no way to stop it. 

The got completely undressed and was terrified by the size of their cocks. They all had to be close to 10” and fat. They were all fit and muscular. 

The one who was in charge told me to come to them and get on my knees. I was so shaky as I started to move. I got to them and hesitated. The guy said on your knees now, or daddy will go to jail. I slowly knelt down. All three were about 3/4 erect and huge. I was instructed to stroke them for a bit. I did as I was told. They were moaning and saying nasty things. Then I was instructed to start sucking all of their dicks. I reluctantly started sucking all three dicks. After a few minutes of this, my jaw was hurting from the size of their cocks. I tried to slow down, but they took control of my head and started ramming their dicks into my mouth. It was disgusting. They were jeering me and chanting, daddy’s going to jail. My heart hurt so bad.

I was pulled to my feet and dragged to the dining room table. I was ordered to and bent forward till my chest was flat on the table. The guy in charge came up behind me. He started running his hand up and down my stockinged legs. All of the sudden, he grabbed the waistband of my panties, ripped them off! I couldn’t believe I agreed to this. These men were animals. Then he ran his hand up my leg and was rubbing my pussy roughly, while occasionally sticking a finger in my pussy. Then in one forceful thrust, he was inside me. The pain was so immense, it stopped rational thought and took my breath away. He was laughing at me, calling me daddy’s little whore. The other 2 came up to my side and were trying to put their dicks in my mouth. I held my mouth shut till the asshole fucking me jammed a finger into my ass. My mouth flew open and a cock went in. The guy started fucking my mouth with so much force, I thought he would break a tooth. He released my head and pulled out of my mouth, only to be replaced by the other one. He did the same thing.

With everything happening to my mouth, I almost got used to the guy fucking me. After a bit, both guys pulled out of me and I was placed on my back. Another one of the guys lifted my legs up in his arms and shoved his dick into me. He started pounding me hard. I almost lost consciousness again. The third guy pulled my head to the side and slapped my face with his dick, before jamming it into my mouth. 

My body was so sore by this time. With everything that was happening, I lost track of the first guy. After a bit, they finally pulled out of me and I was led to the living room and was forced to straddle the third guy who was sitting on the couch. I was instructed to put his dick in pussy. He told me to grind and rock my hips. I did as I was told and was actually rubbing his dick into my clit. I started feeling myself about to cum. Which made my blood curdle. But, without fail, my pussy burst and I came with a scream like none I’ve had before. The guys were being vulgar. Saying this whore just came, she wants it. They were telling me, they weren’t done with me, and they may make me do this again, for more payment. That I was the tightest they’d had. The hottest too. I was grossed out at the thought.

As I was coming down, I felt someone getting behind me. Then I felt a wet substance being smeared on my asshole. The guy under me, pulled me to his chest and the guy behind me placed his hands on my hips, and placed his cock on my asshole. He put the head in. The pain was brutal! Every stroke after was more forceful and he went deeper in. After a couple minutes, it felt like a coke can was being shoved up me. Both guys started slamming into me. I was struggling to breath. My vision was blurry and I was shaking all over. Then I realized, I just had another orgasm. What the fuck is wrong with me? Was this what I wanted? Were they right? Did I actually want this? Was I fucking them, as much as they were fucking me? Did my body trick my mind into thinking this felt good? 

As they fucked me harder, my body started to cave. I was actually grinding my hips and simultaneously pushing back against the cock in my ass. The third guy came up and put his dick into my mouth. I was sucking as he pushed into my mouth. He was grunting and knew he was about to cum, so he pulled out. I then started kissing the guy below me on his neck. Telling them to breathlessly to fuck me! The guy behind me reached around, grabbed my tits and was pinching my nipples. I had a mind shattering orgasm and was shaking violently. 

When I got my senses back, I told them I wanted to suck them off. They literally jumped out me. I went to my knees and grabbed 2 cocks, while I told the other guy to shove his cock into my mouth and fuck my mouth hard. I switched from guy to guy for a bit, until one guy pulled away, got behind me and started fucking me hard from behind, I came again. They took turns for a bit. I could tell they were ready to cum and I told them I wanted their cum on my face. 

I was stroking and sucking them until one guy grabbed my head and shot gobs of cum on my face. The other 2 followed suit. I was a mess and really sore. But, I’ve never been more sexually satisfied. 

Before this day, I was engaged to a nice guy. I knew I would never be satisfied with him anymore. It turned me on even more, to know, they did the same to my mom. But, what she didn’t know was, this was all a sham. Dad wasn’t in any trouble, they got to my mom and she turned me over to them. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. I on the other hand am going to a swingers club with a nephew of one of the 3 guys. The things I’ve done in the last few weeks, have opened up a new life for me. Sex with double digit partners. Men and women. 

The first time I was touched by a woman, my heart skipped a beat and I attacked her. She licked me so deep. Sucked on my clit and gave me an orgasm, that made me pass out. She woke me up with a kiss and I kissed down her body and got my first taste of pussy. It was wonderful and she tasted like strawberries. I must’ve done something right, because she squirted all over my face. I was surprised, but pleasantly!

Next month I am going to Jamaica for a week of nonstop fucking. Many gangbangs, orgies and just fucking my guy. Can’t wait! Keep you all posted!

House Slut – Introduction BY PHENYLALANINE

Introduction:

When a young woman gets down on her luck, necessity leads to opportunity Chapter 1
Sitting across from the three guys on the couch, Tegan fidgeted anxiously as they skimmed over the application. Brandon, the slim, tall, dark one on the left, rolled his shoulders and looked at her and shook his head “we’re trying not to be fussy, but help us out here. You lost your job three weeks ago and you’re only just telling us now? Right when the rent is due?”
Tegan felt her mouth go dry, forcing herself to lick her lips before responding in her soft voice.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t think it would drag on this long and I didn’t want you to kick me out.”
“So you forestalled the inevitable, and now what?” the one on the right cut in. His name was Angus, he was square-jawed and broad shouldered, but he was of below average height. Tegan would avoid calling him stocky, at least to his face, but for all that he seemed fit.
“…yeah” Tegan conceded lamely. “I have no idea.”
Angus and Brandon threw up their hands, the one in the middle, Sam, quietly settled the paperwork and held it out to her. Sam had deep and rough hands from working outdoors, a sharp contrast to Angus whose Scottish blood left him pale and prone to burn in the sun, and Brandon who seemed the weedy nerdy type who mostly spent his time in front of the computer.
“One-quarter share of the rent is two hundred a week plus utilities. I know it’s on the steep side but it is what it is. I’m sorry, but we’re not running a charity here, we need a roommate that can pay their way.” His face softened as he watched Tegan’s face fall. “I’m sorry, but we need to get in a replacement roommate right away.”
Tegan raised her chin. She was slender and freckled, with pale skin and red hair like Angus’, her features angular, almost sharp. “What if I can offer something other than money?”
Sam waved her papers back at her “What, drugs? Are you a dealer or something now? Even if we wanted that kind of hookup, you think we’re going to want to party with two-hundred-plus worth of weed or E to party with each week?” he scoffed, looking to Brandon and Angus for support. Brandon, who didn’t even drink, shook his head sadly, wryly amused at the idea that someone would be that bold. He hoped this pretty girl was only talking about party drugs and not anything harder, he’d never seen her as that kind of person in the short time she’d been living among them.
Angus picked up the conversation thread. “And that would still leave us out’f pocket. Weed and pills don’ pay the rent.”
Tegan waited until they were done before continuing. “I don’t mean drugs. I mean something else. And it’ll be more than the rent and utilities. I’ll need you to cover my grocery bill as well, so I can live here with no expenses.”
All three laughed at that.
“Get out of here girl,” Angus started “find y’self a hubby if you plan to live as a kept woman.”
Brandon laughed at that and added: “Look, I know we’ve sort of become friends, you don’t last as roomies unless you can get along, but really?”
“Sex.” Tegan said plainly. The moment of truth. She had nowhere to go, her car was low on fuel and too small to live in. If this gambit failed she was out on the street. “With me.” she added.
That got their attention.
“You what?” Angus said, still chuckling.
Brandon was struck dumb. Sam leaned back in his seat, apparently considering the offer.
“Like a one time deal? Paying the rent with a BJ? I don’t think so.”
“Of course not. You’d be out of pocket, you’d not be able to go out, meet girls, go on dates. I know you’re all single at the moment, so I propose…” she stood up, slipping her slim shoulders out of the straps of her light summer dress, allowing it to cascade to the floor “…that with me here you no longer need to.”
All three sank back in the couch, crossing their legs one over the other in near unison to conceal their sudden discomfort as they seized the opportunity to absorb the view before them.
Tegan had a great body, of that there was no doubt. She was slim but shapely, with hips slightly wider than her waist, and a modest bust. Under her light dress she had been completely nude. Her breasts were between an A and a B-cup and she felt either size bra uncomfortable so she tended to simply go without at least while the ravages of age and gravity stayed their attack on her firm young body. Her pink nipples immediately darkened and stiffened in the cool room, assisted by her nervousness after suddenly disrobing in front of three relatively strange men. Below her flat belly a curl of fair ginger hair in the shape of a trimmed triangle sat above her soft nether lips, which were otherwise hairless as far as the men could see.
Tegan continued, the nineteen year old launching into the speech she’d been preparing on the way over “In exchange for you agreeing to share my portion of the rent, utilities, groceries and other small incidental expenses, you have me. All of me. At any time, day or night, as often as you like. I will serve you. I will still attend to my share of the housekeeping and cooking – I’ll even take up more of it since I’m not working. While you are here, I am free to be used at your whim. You want me to dress up? Buy me an outfit. Prefer me as naked as you see me now? Simply say so. I will serve you all equally so there are no arguments. Separately or all together, whatever pleases you. I only ask for a few days once a month for… the obvious reasons… and that this arrangement be kept confidential within this house.”
The men sat in silence, none of them sure how to respond. Brandon seemed to have a calculating look on his face, perhaps wondering if he could spare the additional cost in exchange for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sam and Angus seemed more mollified. After a minute of awkward silence it occurred to Tegan that she might be standing there naked til doomsday if no one said anything. She sighed and crouched to gather up her dress around herself “I’m sorry, clearly I have wasted your time.”
All three men lunged forward waving their hands “No!”

Chapter 2
It was agreed – a one month trial. The men would put up Tegan’s share for the month they were currently in arrears and the next month in exchange for Tegan’s bargain offered. After that, they would determine whether they could afford to go on like this while Tegan kept looking for a job. Tegan re-robed and sat in the living room sipping a glass of water and trying to settle her nerves as her heart pounded. After an extremely brief conversation in the kitchen between the three men, they returned and agreed Tegan would be permitted to stay, with the men sharing her expenses in exchange for her ongoing service. The true test for Tegan would be if she could follow through on her promise and how long she could maintain it. She felt she knew them as well as possible without actually having spent a long time with them personally, but she felt confident none were psychopaths or would harm her. And surely if one of them breached her trust then the others would hold him to account. She held her hands together in her lap to conceal how much they were shaking. The possibility that they would take advantage of her and turn her out anyway crossed her mind but she also dismissed it as unlikely. As long as she followed through on her end of the bargain, she was confident they would uphold theirs.
Angus broke the silence by clapping his hands “So, how do we do this then?” looking to the others. It seemed Tegan represented a kind of buffet and everyone was too shy to pick first. When no one responded Angus took Tegan by the hand and pulled her delicately to her feet, her following willingly, setting her glass down on the table.
“I don’t think you’ll be needing this love, it’s been a little while for me.” Angus said gently as he pushed the straps off her shoulders and let her dress fall to the floor again, pooling neatly around her feet.
Tegan had known that too, none of the men had had partners for the entire time she’d lived there and occasionally casual conversations whenever they crossed paths or drank together on a Friday night indicated that it had been much longer since their last conquests. In truth, the fact that she had been sharing space with three young, fit, single and probably sexually frustrated males had made her curious about exactly this kind of scenario. Perhaps her own curiousity had led her to make this offer in the first place. In Brandon’s case she suspected he’d never been in a sexual relationship in his life, which she was eager to investigate further.
As Angus disrobed her for the second time in ten minutes, she stood with her hands at her sides, letting them drink her in again. She was in no rush and clearly neither were they. She expected that the first few weeks would be the most intense for her, at least until the novelty wore off and they fell into a routine, so her plan was to pace herself and ensure that these men were satisfied with their decision.
Angus stood behind her while the others watched, running his hands up and down her sides, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. Gradually he became more bold, caressing her ass and cupping her small breasts in his strong hands, gently pinching her nipples.
“So tell me girl, how’d you wind up in such a situation that you’d offer yourself up like this? Actually never mind, we can talk about that later. I’m more interested to know what you’re game for. You know we’ll want to fuck every day, right?”
Tegan nodded “Of course”.
“You like it rough?”
“I don’t mind.” Tegan had not had that much experience, two boyfriends, brief relationships, but she was willing to push her limits. His touch was making her eager to get underway, and she was feeling bolder every second as she was openly molested while the two shyer men simply observed in silence.
“Oh, so she likes it rough? You take it up the arse?” he punctuated this last with a sharp swat of her firm ass, causing her to bite off a yelp.
“I will, if you want it. But It’s been a while for me so be gentle.”
“Oh, I’ll be gentle, we don’t want to break our new toy.” He stood up against her back, holding her close and running his hands down her belly to touch the ginger curls at her crotch and find her slit with his fingers.
“Well, playtime’s over. If there’s no objections, I think I’ll take this someplace more private. I’ve been dreaming about this for months and I’m not going to waste a moment longer. Don’t worry lads, there’ll be plenty left when I’m done”

Chapter 3
In Angus’ room he closed the door, leading Tegan into the room and gently guided her to her knees by the bed by pressing on her shoulders, circling her a couple of times as he shed his t-shirt and kicked off his shoes. “Well, well. You really are a lovely little thing. And a little crazy to boot, to bring y’self in here and offer yourself up in exchange for some rent.” He stopped in front of her and with a smug grin gestured to the bulge in his jeans and said, with obvious delight “well, it’s not gonna suck itself”.
Tegan reached up, her slender fingers deftly unzipping his baggy jeans. She let them fall to the floor and Angus kicked them aside as she took his cock out of his boxer-briefs. He was almost fully erect and free of the confines his shaft stood out from his body a little over five inches. Weighing his swelling penis in her hand she estimated him to be around seven inches in girth, certainly an appreciable thickness.
Angus continued talking, watching her size up his equipment. “I suppose we’ll need to get an idea of where your limits are, girly, when we’re pushing them. You know what a safeword is?” Tegan nodded. “Well I’d hate to spoil our little arrangement here, so how about we have a safeword to avoid an unfortunate misunderstandings?” Tegan nodded again, stroking his cock with her hand looking placidly up into his face as she played with his foreskin, easing it back over the swollen purple head, precum already oozing from the piss-slit.
“How about… pineapple?”
“Pineapple it is. Now suck that cock.”
Tegan needed no further urging, her moment of truth was finally here. She parted her lips and slowly accepted his cockhead into her mouth, tasting his thin precum on her tongue she allowed a soft moan to escape as the thrill of what she was doing charged her with sexual excitement. She bobbed her head slowly, her jaw open wide to accept his thick shaft deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head on each upstroke, creating a vacuum with her mouth, then taking him back into her mouth, crushing the bulbous head against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. He reached down to gently knead her small breasts with his strong hands, grunting softly as the taste of his precum grew stronger in her mouth and she knew that he wouldn’t be far off if she kept up this pace.
Abruptly he pushed her shoulders back, his cock emerging from her hungry mouth with a pop, she looked up at him somewhat perplexed.
“Mmm, lovely work lass, but if ye don’t mind I’d like to skip to the big finish.” he produced a half-empty tube of lube from the drawer of his bedside table “Lie across the bed, keep your knees on the floor. Atta girl.” he set the lube down next to her and kneaded her ass firmly, spreading her cheeks to expose her pussy and delicate pink pucker of her anus. “Lovely, lovely” he mumbled as he dove in, sweeping his tongue from her moist pussy up her asscrack, tonguing the little hole. Tegan squirmed suppressing the urge to giggle as the slimy tongue meat tickled her where no one had ever licked her before, causing her to quiver all over. Angus pushed his tongue against the little hole, testing it’s resistance.
“Mmph, very tight. It has been awhile hasn’t it girly? Well, no time like the present to break you in… metaphorically, of course.” He picked up the lube tube and put a small amount on his fingers, proceeding to smear a little around her anal hole and pushing a finger a little way inside. Tegan squirmed, shuddering at the sensation of the cold lube and the digital penetration. Picturing his cock she was nervous about his thickness inside her, but she was calmly confident that he wouldn’t harm her, as difficult as the next few minutes might be to adjust to.
Angus smeared the last of the lube over his throbbing cockhead then began to push the tip up against the little hole. Tegan gripped the covers and took slow deep breaths in and out, feeling the pressure and the pain, as her body opened to accept him. The process seemed to go on for an eternity, she felt as though he would never stop stretching her open. She let out a whimper then suddenly she felt him jolt forward a couple of inches. She whimpered again, biting her lip to hold in the sound as he groaned, feeling her body engulf his cockhead once again.
“Ahh, there it is. No worries love, the hard part’s over. I’ll be gentle.” he eased his slimy shaft deeper into her tight hole, his meat disappearing inside her as she trembled under him. Her body had already accommodated his entire thickness but feeling him force himself deeper inside was not much easier. Her asshole felt like it was on fire, a sharp contrast to the slimy chill of his lubed up finger. She clenched and unclenched her fists, forcing herself to remain relaxed as he continued to violate her, then suddenly she felt his pelvis pressed all the way up against her.
“Good girl, good girl. See? Not so hard now was it? You took it like a pro. Now let’s give ye a moment to get used to me.” He slid his hands under her to feel her breasts again, circling her nipples with his finger tips. She could feel his cock twitching inside her ass, and focused on the beat of it, feeling herself relaxed by it, her mind shifting away from the strange agony and focusing more on the sensation of Angus becoming a part of her.
She was snapped out of her reverie as Angus took his hands from her breasts and gripped her hips “Alright then?” He drew his cock out of her about halfway then drove it back in. He was going slowly but her focus was back on the feeling of her stretched asshole being pushed and pulled as it gripped tightly at his invading cock. Her reprieve was short as he wasted no time in picking up the pace, groaning with each stroke as he used her ass. It was all she could do to stifle her own moans but Angus took this as encouragement. Tegan wondered if anything she could do would discourage him at this point.
He continued to slide his cock in and out, a smooth sawing motion that never seemed to end. Tears welled in her eyes and she squeezed them shut, determined not to give in. The sensation of being stuffed and fucked in her back hole was pleasurable in a way, but it was too much too soon for her and she could only wait for it to be over.
Suddenly Angus’ rhythm changed. She could feel his cock swelling and knew he was close to the edge. He drew all bit the head out of her body, jabbing her sphincter with short strokes to focus all of the tightness on his bulbous cockhead as he reached closer and closer to climax. Tegan was panting and moaning as she simply gripped the covers, bearing down through the last stages of the assfuck then with one last heave Angus drove his thick all the way him one last time letting out a deep groan of satisfaction at the same time as Tegan let out a strained cry of pain. She could feel his cock pulse inside her, again, again… four times. Then the warmth spread and she knew she was feeling his hot ejaculate filling her bowel as he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard.
After laying like that for a few minutes feeling his cock soften inside her Angus slowly pulled out. Tegan could feel a trickle of cum leak from her ravaged anus and trickle down the hairless lips of her pussy.
Angus took a moment to inspect his handiwork, spreading her cheeks with his hands then playfully slapping her ass again “I’ll be back for more of that later love, but you best go get yourself cleaned up before you get and give me another hard-on. You’ve got other business to attend to.”

Chapter 4
After each of them made a quick visit to the bathroom to clean themselves up and for Tegan to regain her composure after an unexpectedly abrupt session with Angus, Angus led the still-nude Tegan back down the hall to the living room where Brandon and Sam were engaged in quiet conversation. As they entered Brandon shot to his feet apparently out of a combination of anxiousness and politeness, then looked around apparently feeling extremely awkward for having done so. Sam sat back in his recliner, steepling his fingertips together with a look of bemusement. Angus circuited through the kitchen and returned, flopping down on the couch with a beer in hand “Go on lad, she don’t bite.”
After a few moments of awkward silence had passed, Tegan broke the silence and came to Brandon’s rescue by extending her arms and beckoning to him, him clearly eager, but too shy to do anything. Tegan would rectify that in short order.
“Come on, let’s go somewhere quiet to talk. I want to see what your room looks like.”
Awkward, stilted, but it was enough to set things in motion again and Brandon guided Tegan back down the hall towards his room, watching her firm ass move as she walked slightly ahead of him.

Brandon’s room was dark and cluttered. Tegan had plenty of time to look at the posters for various bands and movies lining the walls, the oversized sound system with the volume knob all the way down, the currently deactivated black light screwed to the wall above the bed, and a few scattered accessories that Brandon periodically tidied up and threw into drawers as he paced back and forth in front of her. It was quickly apparent that Brandon was far more anxious about this arrangement than she was and was clearly unaccustomed to having any female in his room, irrespective of her state of dress.
On about his fifteenth pass Tegan reached out and took him by the wrist, looking up into his eyes once she had his attention “Sit down, you’re making me dizzy. Let’s just talk.”
Reluctantly Brandon sat next to her, apparently too shy to even look directly at her. She turns her shoulders to face him more directly, a wordless gesture to make it clear she was not here to keep anything hidden from him as he nervously rocked on the edge of the bed, tapping his feet.
“Ok!” he blurted “Ok. I’m ok. I just… look I know it’s obvious but I’ve never done this before. With a stranger. Ok, with anyone. I’m a virgin.” the words poured out of him, which was at least some progress.
“Everyone is at some point.” Tegan reassured him, trying to sound as matter-of-fact as possible then allowing Brandon to continue.
“I haven’t had much luck. I’ve had girlfriends but I guess I never really managed to ‘seal the deal’, you know? Like I make a mistake or something and they get bored with me and go with some other guy.”
Tegan took his face in her hands and kissed him softly on the lips.
“I’m not your girlfriend.” she lay back across the bed, raising one knee. “With me there’s no such thing as a mistake.”
Brandon seemed to finally need no further coaxing. He fell upon her prone form and found her mouth with his, kissing her gently at first then with more eagerness as he ran his hand up her leg and side, finding her breast with his hand and squeezing it gently, feeling her nipple harden gradually under his touch. Tegan helped him take off his shirt and he lay atop her, pressing his chest to hers as he started kissing her neck and shoulder, cupping her ass with his hand, pulling his crotch against hers through his shorts.
Tegan ran her hands down his sides, finding his shorts and pushing them down enough to free his dick, feeling spring up between them she quickly grasped it lightly in her fingers, encircling the base with her thumb and forefinger then drawing it slowly along the length, getting to know him. He shuddered in her hand, moaning in her ear as he nibbled her earlobe. His cock felt long, longer than Angus’ average length – perhaps eight or nine inches. More slender than Angus’, much like Brandon himself was, and he was circumsized. She wondered if that was for religious reasons since it was commonly frowned upon in modern times, from a medical standpoint. Not that it mattered to her either way.
She continued to stroke him, appreciating his length, the rock hardness of his erection. Brandon seemed preoccupied with her touch and had stopped kissing her, when suddenly he pushed himself off her trying to back his throbbing prick from her tender grasp when suddenly it twitched in her hand and hot watery semen geysered from the purple head. The initial spurt arced high, spattering down on her left breast and two more followed spilling onto her flat belly. Brandon turned away, his shoulders hunched, refusing to look at her.
“Oh God, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Tegan watched his turned back, biting her lip to stifle a giggle knowing that it would be brutal to his young ego. She knew he was embarrassed as coming so quickly, and maybe because he came all over her. While it didn’t bother her, she suspected other girls might not be so forgiving. Even though she suspected they were the same ago, she suddenly felt like the worldly and experienced one in the room.
She moaned gently to get Brandon’s attention, scooping up some of his watery ejaculate off her belly with her finger and tasting it, sucking her finger. She put on what she hoped was a seductive face and eyed him as she sucked his cum off her finger. “Mmm.” She craned her head down and pushed her tiny breast up with her other hand, stretching her tongue to gather a little more of his cum from her nipple.
Brandon watch her display, unsure of how to respond. The fact that she didn’t consider his premature climax to be an end to the session was bolstering him, but his past shortfalls had left him genuinely concerned that he would never lose his virginity. As he turned to face her again, Tegan sat up and rose to her knees, her hands on his shoulders as she leaned in to kiss him tentatively, momentarily mindful that he might not want to give the small amount of his cum she had just tasted, but when he did not hesitate she pressed her mouth to his with more pressure, her tongue wrestling with his as she took control, pushing him back down onto the bed.
Once Brandon was lying flat she ran her arms down his torso and took his cock in her hand, caressing his balls with the other. Flipping her red ponytail over her shoulder she locked eyes with him for a moment with an impish smirk then swept her mouth down over his cockhead. Almost immediately, his cock swelled in her mouth, his entire body shuddering as he felt a warm mouth and tongue on his cock. Tegan bobbed her head gently, easing more and more of his prick into her mouth as it continued to swell back to full hardness. She was happy to take her time with him, let him grow accustomed, slow sweeps of her mouth up and down the shaft. Watching him out of the corner of her eye she could see him watching her in return, his gaze shifting from her body, her tiny jiggling breasts, and her lips engulfing his cock over and over. She could feel him pulsing and tensing, arching his hips off the bed to urge his shaft deeper into her mouth. She raised her head, releasing his cock and using her hand to continue stroking his shaft, relishing the control she had over him at this moment even in spite of her indebtedness to him and the others.
“Has a girl ever let you cum in her mouth before, Brandon?”
“Nnnnno.” Brandon grunted in response, his jaw clenched, back arched as he stared at the ceiling.
“You better watch closely then Brandon, you don’t want to miss it.” Tegan purred as she lowered her head to his cock and swept him up in her soft mouth again, making eye contact with him as he raised his head to watch her ministrations. Then suddenly the point of no return came to him and he felt the build up of pressure release, a loud groan of relief escaping him as he flooded Tegan’s mouth with his cream.
“Mmmm” Tegan moaned as his cockhead pulsed and a torrent of semen flooded her mouth. She held his eye contact as he pulsed twice, then swallowed the thick load to make room for more, cupping his balls firmly and massaging them with her palm as if to coax more and more until he was completely drained. Brandon’s body spasmed again, another burst of cum escaping into Tegan’s mouth as she circled his cockhead with her tongue. Tegan dutifully swallowed again then released him from her mouth only to move to the underside of the shaft and suckle at the meaty frenulum beneath the head. Brandon let out a hoarse whisper of “oh God” and bucked his hips one last time as a small squirt of watery cum leaked from his deflating tip onto Tegan’s cheek.
Tegan rose back onto her knees with a girlish giggle as she wiped the cum from her cheek into her mouth then sucked her fingers clean, gently massaging Brandon’s wilting penis with her other hand, letting him down gently, so to speak, as he lay there catching his breath.
“That was amazing.” He mumbled.
“Why thank you.” Tegan tittered.
There was a moment’s silence and Tegan began to wonder if Brandon had drifted off to sleep. Tegan started to slip off the bed, aware she still had another roommate to visit, when Brandon broke the silence.
“Hey.”
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Next time… there’s going to be a next time, right?”
“Plenty of next times, Brandon.”
“Can I… you know…”
“No, what?”
“I don’t want to say it… it might seem crude.”
“You’re pretty indirect for a guy who just agreed to keep a live-in sex slave for a month and whose cum I swallowed like two minutes ago.”
“…when you put it that way, this is kind of fucked up.”
“It’s fucked up no matter how you look at it, but I’m the one who offered. Now if I’m not mistaken, you want to know if next time we can actually fuck?”
“Well… yeah.”
“Of course B, why wouldn’t we?”
“This is kind of unbelievable.”
“Well, believe it. Now, I don’t mean to be rude, but I shouldn’t keep Sam waiting.”
“Did you and Angus…” Brandon trailed off.
“Fuck?”
“Yeah.”
“B, let me put it this way – would you want Angus knowing the exact details of what we were up to in here?”
“I… guess not.”
“There you go. Now, I should be going.”

The Bestiality Whore – Part 1: The Virgin by Lexi Lust CUSTOM BOOK COVER MADE BY 5STAR LOGOS

Introduction:

A young virgin becomes a bestiality whore to repay her debtPrologue

My heart was pounding so hard I couldn’t even hear the motor rumbling. The black sedan I had been forced into sped along, swerving through traffic. Whoever my kidnappers were, they were in a hurry. But that’s not what worried me the most. Neither of the abductors seemed to care that I saw their faces. This could mean one of two things. Option one: Their plans didn’t involve anything illegal. Option two: What they had planned for me was so horrific they cared not who or what I saw. As desperate as I was to believe it was the former, I had a bad feeling it would be the latter. And if that was the case, then my life expectancy had just shrunk to a few hours. A few days it I was lucky.

I’m not sure how long the trip lasted, but it felt like hours. Then again that may simply have been because time seemed to pass in slow motion. I guess that’s what happens when the end draws near. Time either slows down or speeds up. I guess I was desperate to delay the inevitable.

The sedan pulled up to the most imposing mansion I had ever seen. It looked like a modern-day castle, with a gold-plated gate, beautiful landscaping and columns lining the front of the building. The vehicle screeched to a stop and my captors dragged me to my feet. I considered fighting, but the men were veritable giants. One stood at an imposing six and a half feet. The seconds was even taller. And bigger. But the most imposing part was the size of their muscles. I had no doubt they could snap every bone in my body with their bare hands. So I let them lead me up the marble steps and past the stained glass front door.

The inside of the mansion was even more beautiful than the outside. The floor seemed to have been carved from a single slab of pink marble. Priceless artefacts from all eras of history lined the perimeter of each room. Beautiful paintings hung from the walls. Even the furniture was breathtaking. I caught a glimpse of a gold-plated coffee table. At least I think it was gold plated. For all I know it was pure gold. Whoever owned this mansion was rich. Filthy rich.

“Welcome,” said a voice behind me. I jumped and whipped around. A man was making his way down the stairs that linked the first and second floors. He wore a black tuxedo. The manner in which it hugged his frame left no doubt in my mind that is had been hand tailored. In fact, everything about this man was flawless. His haircut was immaculate—not a single strand of hair was out of place. His watch twinkled with unblemished intensity. Even his shoes shone brightly. I could have seem my reflection in them. That is, had I not been so busy staring at the man’s face in disbelief.

I had met Mr. Black only once, but it was a memory I would never forget. The man was a loan shark. He would lend money to anyone, be they a gambling addict or a young woman with bad credit and an unwavering desire to attend medical school. I was the latter. I had once believed him to be a small fish in a very large pond, but the size of his mansion proved me wrong. Then again it had been five years since our last encounter. A lot can change in half a decade.

It wasn’t until such a thought occurred to me that I finally understood why I was there. It had been five years since I had borrowed money from Mr. Black. My reimbursement deadline had been reached and I was nowhere near paid up. I tried to swallow my fear, but only managed to choke.

By the time Mr. Black reached me I had regained my composure.

“Miss Sweet,” said Mr. Black as if we were old friends. But the coldness of his gaze didn’t fool me. “Or do you prefer Tiffany?”

I shrugged to indicate I had no preference. What did a name matter when I could very well be reaching the end of my life?

“How have you been?” asked Mr. Black.

“G-Good,” I stuttered, though at the moment I felt anything but “good”.

“That’s good,” said Mr. Black.

There was a moment of silence during which he looked me up and down. I’m not usually embarrassed by my appearance, but I was on my way back from the gym when Mr. Black’s goons had picked me up. Suffice it to say I wasn’t exactly at the top of my game. Mr. Black didn’t seem to mind. Or if he did he didn’t show it.

“Follow me,” finally said the man. He turned tail and walked off. One shove from the goons was enough to tell me I had no choice in the matter. I followed Mr. Black through a series of rooms. Each one was more beautiful than the last. It’s why I was slightly disappointed when we finally reached his office. It was fancier than most offices I had seen, yet the simplicity of the décor made it stand out from the rest of the mansion. There were three pieces of furniture in the room. A massive steel desk and two chairs. Mr. Black took a seat on the one behind the desk and gestured for me to do the same with the one that faced it. I took a seat while the goons stood at attention by the door.

There was another short silence before Mr. Black spoke.

“I assume you know why you are here.”

I nodded. I wanted to beg him for an extension, but I knew it would do no good. I wanted to cry and draw pity from him, but the tears refused to come. All I could do was sit there and wait.

“I know what you are thinking,” claimed Mr. Black. “But if I give you an extension, it will set a precedent. And I cannot allow that to happen.”

Mr. Black studied me again. The intensity of his gaze made my skin crawl, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it. So I just stood there and waited for him to speak. It took a while, but his lips eventually came to life again.

“The fact that we are here right now leads me to believe you are unable to pay the entirety of your debt in the allotted time. Am I correct?”

I nodded, fearing what such an admission would entail.

“In most cases I would have my associates here,” he nodded to his goons, “break your legs. But I am inclined to make an exception. Do you know why?”

I shook my head.

“You are quite beautiful. In fact, you are breathtaking,” said Mr. Black. It was such an unexpected revelation that my fear momentarily vanished. Only curiosity remained. Where was he going with this?

“As you may have guessed, my business has grown over the last few years. I now supervise a great number of different endeavors. One of my latest undertakings is proving to be quite profitable. Yet my profit depends entirely upon the satisfaction of my clients. And the only way to keep them happy is to provide only the best… That is where you come in.”

I had no idea what he was saying, but I nodded for him to continue.

“Here is what I suggest; you agree to come work for me and in a year’s time your debt will be repaid. Once the deadline is up, you can choose to remain in my employment or we can part ways as friends,” explained Mr. Black.

It sounded good in theory, but I knew there had to be a catch.

“What is the nature of the work I would be doing?” I asked.

Mr. Black smiled. “Let’s just say it involves beautiful young women and rich, lonely men.”

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was.

“Are you saying you want me to be a whore?” I asked.

Mr. Black chuckled.

“‘Whore’ is such a filthy term. I prefer to think of my girls as ‘escorts’.”

Mr. Black may have given it a pretty name, the fact remained that he was asking me to have sex with strange men for money.

“What if I refuse?” I asked.

I expected the man’s good humor to dissipate, but he remained as nonchalant as ever.

“If you refuse I will be forced to revert back to more archaic measures. It would be a shame to ruin that flawless body of yours, wouldn’t you agree?”

I now had the whole picture. Either I agreed to become one of Mr. Black’s whores or his goons would break my legs. Or worse. Given the pathetic state of my financial portfolio, it was unrealistic to believe I could repay the debt even if I was given an extension. This left me with only one option.

“I’ll do it,” I finally said.

Mr. Black’s face lit up. “I knew you would make the right decision.”

I wanted to point out he had left me little choice, but chose instead to remain silent.

“There is no denying you are pretty enough, but before I can send you out on your first assignment I need to make sure you possess the necessary skills,” explained Mr. Black.

I tried pretending like I didn’t know what he was implying, but his words were impossible to misinterpret. He wanted me to prove to him I was willing to debase myself for his benefit. That was the last thing I wanted to do, but I knew delaying the inevitable would only make things worse.

I started to strip. Thank god my clothes were still wet with sweat, because it gave Mr. Black a chance to object.

“What are you doing?” he inquired.

I froze.

“I-I thought you wanted me to…” I started, but the last few words never left my throat.

Mr. Black chuckled.

“While I admire your enthusiasm, I am afraid my schedule for the day is full,” he explained. “My associates will escort you home. We can pick this up in the morning.”

Those were the last words he spoke. Moments later Mr. Black’s goons were leading me out of the office. A little less than an hour after that they were dropping me off in front of my apartment building.

“See you tomorrow,” said the shorter goon, speaking for the first time.

“And don’t even think about running,” added the other. “There’s nowhere you can go we won’t find you.” On that happy note, the two bulky men slipped back into the sedan and sped off, leaving standing on the sidewalk, alone and confused.

The Virgin

I awoke to the sound of the doorbell. It felt like I had only just fallen asleep, yet it was morning. I glanced at the alarm clock. It was six o’clock. I hadn’t gotten up this early on a Saturday in… well I don’t think I had ever awoke at such an early hour on a weekend. The fact that my fear and nervousness had kept me up for most of the day didn’t help. Still, I knew keeping Mr. Black’s goons waiting wasn’t a good idea, so I stood up and slipped into a nightie. I made my way to the front door and pressed the buzzer. Less than a minute later there was a knock on the door. I hesitated for a second, then opened. The goons didn’t wait for me to invite them in. They pushed past me like they owned the place and took a seat on the couch. It groaned beneath their combined weight, but held strong.

“Go take a shower,” said one of them.

“We’ll pick out your clothes,” added the other.

I knew resisting was a waste of time, so I headed to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. The water helped wash away the remnants of sleep that still clung to my frame. By the time I stepped out, I was both clean and fully awake. I was halfway through blow-drying my hair when there was a knock at the door. I was still fully naked, so I slipped back into my nightie before answering.

“Here,” said one of the goons as soon as the door was open. “Put this on.”

He handed me a skimpy cocktail dress and a pair of stilettos. I had purchased the dress on sale a few months ago and had been waiting for a special occasion to christen it. This was not what I had in mind, but it didn’t seem like I had much of a choice.

“What about underwear?” I asked.

The goons exchanged a look. “You won’t be needing any,” they said as one.

I swallowed hard, then grabbed the dress and the stilettos and closed the door. I finished blow-drying my hair, then slipped into my dress and heels and put on my makeup. By the time I was ready, I looked hotter than ever before. My blond hair sparkled in the light. As did my eyes and my gloss-coated lips. The dress hugged my every curve with utter perfection, leaving my shapely frame fully visible. The shortness of the garment made me miss the presence of underwear, but I knew nothing I did could convince the goons to allow me to rectify such a lack.

The goons didn’t take a second look at me. The simply told me it was time to go and escorted me down to the black sedan parked by the building’s entrance. A little under an hour later we had reached the mansion. I expected to be led to the office, but I was instead escorted upstairs. Mr. Black was waiting for me in the master bedroom. The bed was bigger than my entire bedroom. The chair where Mr. Black sat was almost as bid as the couch which the man’s goons had nearly destroyed with their weight.

“Good morning,” said the host. He was wearing a swanky bathrobe. It wasn’t until I noticed this detail that the seriousness of the situation finally dawned on me. Not only was I about to have sex with a man twice my age, but I was about to do so under threat of bodily harm. The fact that it would be my first sexual experience only made things worse.

Not many women my age can claim to be virgins. And those who do are usually lying to seduce a man. I could make no such claim. The fact that I was still a virgin had nothing to do with my busy schedule or my lack of social skills. I remained a virgin simply because I had yet to find the right man. I guess it’s kind of ironic that I was the kind of girl who believes in abstinence. But my beliefs had nothing to do with it. This was about survival. And the only way to ensure my future remained cast-free was to play along and lose my virginity to a man who possessed the power to end my life in the blink of an end. Or so I thought until he whistled and a dog strolled into the room.

The animal was a boxer. He was quite massive for his breed, but that may simply have been the imposing size of his muscles. Or the way his brownish-beige coat glistened in the light. Or the manner in which his tail wagged with excitement. 

“What’s the dog for?” I asked.

Mr. Black chuckled. “Did you think I would be the one to penetrate you?”

It took a few seconds before I understood what the man’s question implied. He wore not the bathrobe because he was about to have sex. He wore it because he had only just risen. The fact that he was not my lover meant it had to be one of the three other beings in the rooms. One look at the goons told me neither of them would be taking my virginity. Which left only one potential lover.

“A-Are you saying…” I began, but the fear that now coursed through me kept the last few words from reaching the outside world.

Mr. Black nodded. “That’s right. I want you to have sex with my dog.”

I couldn’t believe it. Having sex with a man I barely knew was one thing, but losing my innocence to an animal was something I knew not if I was capable of. But then Mr. Black said something that convinced me refusing was not an option.

“I know it may be an imposing challenge, but I urge you to consider the alternative.”

I did. I pictured what my life would be like with two broken legs. I could kiss my internship goodbye. No hospital wanted an intern that was restricted to a wheelchair. And if I didn’t complete my internship, I would never become a doctor. Not to mention the fact that refusing Mr. Black’s request would mean having to repay the entirety of my debt, something that would take years. As much as it pained me to admit it, I knew there was only one way to ensure my future was a bright one. I had to have sex with a dog.

“All right,” I finally said. “I’ll do it.”

“Don’t worry,” assured Mr. Black. “We’ll take things slow.”

“O-Okay.”

“Please remove your clothes,” instructed Mr. Black.

I hesitated for a brief moment before finally deciding the best approach was to dive right in and get through my first sexual encounter as quickly as possible. A few seconds later my dress was floating down do the ground. Mr. Black complimented me on the flawlessness of my body, but I was so nervous I cannot remember the exact words he spoke. I think it had something to do with the bounciness of my butt. Or was it the plumpness of my breasts? Or the tightness of my slit? It doesn’t really matter.

“Please lie down,” instructed Mr. Black as he gestured to the bed. I hesitantly hopped on. Following the man’s instructions to the letter I placed myself on my back with my head propped up by a pillow and my legs spread wide. Moments later, the dog jumped up. My heart rate quickened as he neared my slit. Closer and closer he got until his muzzle hovered mere inches from my labia. He sniffed a few times, then outstretched his tongue and took a lick.

“Fuck!” I yelped as the slimy appendage slithered across my labia. It ran the length of my slit before reaching my clit. I expected the animal to be a selfish lover, but he began stroking my clit, teasing me like I had never been teased before. This was not the animal’s first sexual encounter with a woman.

At first the boxer’s tongue strokes were sensual, but at the seconds ticked away, they gradually intensified. Before long, the fear and repulsion were gone. In their place now stood arousal. Part of me felt ashamed by its presence, but the rest of me was simply relieved. The hornier I was, the easier my first sexual experience would be. So, although it was incredibly perverse, I closed my eyes and began moaning softly as my canine lover teased my clit. Mr. Black was clearly impressed, because he ordered an escalation moments after the first moan toppled from my lips.

“Fuck!” I moaned as the boxer’s tongue slipped past me labia and shot into me. Deeper and deeper it travelled until every last inch of it was inside me. I was wetter than ever before, tough I had no way of knowing if it was a result of the arousal that inhabited me or the slickness of my lover’s tongue.

I don’t recall how it happened, but one second the dog’s tongue was standing idle and the next it was darting in and out of me with increasing intensity. Within seconds my moans intensified. Soon after my limbs began to tremble. I would like to say it was excitement, but for all I know it was fear. After all, it’s not every day a virgin feels a dog’s tongue invade her slit. The fact that Mr. Black and his goons were watching my every move somehow made the entire thing more enjoyable. Perhaps it was the incredible perversity of the situation. Or the knowledge that my performance would mean the difference between my debt being repaid in full and my legs being shattered.

I’m not sure how long it took, but it couldn’t have been more than a minute. My body began to shake. My head was thrust back and my back arched. My moans intensified. They were now so potent I could hear nothing else. In fact they overpowered me so totally that I didn’t immediately understand what was happening. Then my slit tightened around my lover’s tongue and it finally dawned on me.

“I-I’m coming!” I stuttered. Then I lost control and the only sounds to escape my mouth were powerful shrieks of ecstasy. The boxer continued propelling his tongue in and out of me, luring a little more arousal to my frame with each new penetration. My slit grew increasingly wet. I kept expecting a squirt to escape my crack, but the time had not yet come for me to lose my squirting virginity. In a way that was a good thing, because it allowed me to fully enjoy every second of my first interspecies climax. By the time the shivers stopped rippling through my frames, I was so exhausted that I could barely keep awake. Thank god I was lying down or I would have toppled over. It took all the strength I had just to keep from slipping into a post-coital coma.

A lot had changed by the time I opened my eyes. First of all, I was no longer a virgin. Second of all, the arousal that had once inhabited me was gone, and with it my skewed sense of right and wrong. I now realized how wrong bestiality was. Not to mention illegal. Then again, borrowing money from a loan shark wasn’t exactly the pinnacle of legality. Nor was prostitution, yet that was exactly what I had agree to. And for a year no less. But as much as I regretted my actions, it was not in my power to change the past. And the only way to ensure my future was a bright one was to keep Mr. Black happy. But then he said something that made my determination waver.

“Suck his cock.”

It took a few seconds before I found the right words to express how I felt. I wanted to refuse, but I knew that was not an option. Hopefully Mr. Black would agree to an alteration.

“Can’t I just jerk it?” I asked.

Mr. Black considered me proposal for a moment.

“Very well,” he agreed. “But on one condition.”

I nodded, indicating I agreed to whatever his condition was. I expected him to voice it, but he kept it to himself. I guess he would let me know when the time was right.

I knew the longer I waited, the harder it would be, so I acted before I lost my nerve. The boxer still lay between my legs, only now he was on his back. His hind legs were spread apart, revealing the rigid member than stood between then. It was bigger than I had anticipated, but size mattered little as my hand would be the only part of my anatomy to touch it. Still, I took a moment to study it. Its bright shade of red seemed to glisten in the light. The large knot that stood at its base made me nervous, as did the pointiness of its tip. But in the end none of that mattered. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the spear.

“Wow!” I couldn’t help gasping as I felt the intense heat emanating from the shaft. Focusing on it, I began thrusting my hand up and down. It travelled the length of the animal’s shaft. The boxer began whimpering in delight. I focused on the animal’s joy and blocked out the rest of the world. It seemed to fade away, leaving only the boxer and me. I now felt confident enough to increase the force of my jerks. Within seconds, I was working the animal’s shaft with such intensity that he began howling. Then the member started trembling and I realized the howling had nothing to do with the speed of the handjob and all to do with the animal’s impending climax.

The dog’s cock shook and shivered. Then it started convulsing and the howling intensified. Just when I thought the seizures had reached their peak, they intensified again. Moments later the first wave shot forth. The semen flew through the air, headed right for my face. I was about to turn away when Mr. Black’s voice reached my ears.

“Swallow it!” he commanded.

I had a very short window to decide how to proceed. Either I refused and ran the risk of angering Mr. Black or I did as told and debased myself even further. I would like to say I did the righteous thing and refused, but I was afraid. Not to mention a little curious. But in the end, it was a realization that convinced me to cooperate. This was the condition Mr. Black had referred to earlier. In exchange for allowing me to substitute the blowjob for a handjob, I now had to swallow my lover’s cum.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. A split second later the boxer’s semen made contact with my tongue. My taste buds went to work, gorging themselves on the hot cum. It took a few seconds and just as many squirts, but I eventually decided I enjoyed the taste of cum. Or at least dog cum. It was slightly salty, but also quite nutty, not to mention highly addictive. I swallowed every squirt that found its way into my mouth, moaning each time the hot nectar slithered down my throat. By the time the final squirt was ingested, a great warmth had invaded my body. But that was not all that had changed. I’m not exactly sure how it had happened, but I now felt as aroused as I had when my lover had licked my slit. To be perfectly honest, I was actually looking forward to another escalation. Luckily I wasn’t the only one.

“Keep jerking,” instructed Mr. Black as soon I released the animal’s shaft.

The boxer’s member had softened somewhat, but it was still rigid enough for me to keep jerking. And jerk I did until my lover’s spear was yet again stiff as stone. I continued working until Mr. Black game me permission to stop.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered.

He didn’t have to ask twice. No sooner had the final word left his lips than I was on all fours. Moments later, the boxer hopped up and mounted me.

“Fuck!” I yelped as his front legs squeezed my waist. Meanwhile, his hind ones worked overtime, forcing his body forward. A split second later the tip of the cock made contact with my labia.

“Fuck!” I moaned again. And that was exactly what he did.

The cock shot into me with such speed that I barely even felt it. Then his knot was forced past my labia and I felt everything. There was a brief moment of pain, then nothing. At first I feared my slit had torn and the intensity of the pain kept me from feeling it. Then I thought perhaps I had gotten accustomed to the oversized penetration. Then my lover started rocking back and forth and I knew the truth. The pain had vanished because the knot had been pulled out of me. But now that the pounding had begun, it was repeatedly thrust into me. Each time the large knot invaded me, pain shot through me. Then it was pulled out and the pain was gone. But it returned each time the boxer thrust forward. At first the intermittent pain was a distraction, but then it combined with the arousal, creating a surprisingly enjoyable pain/pleasure cocktail. The next thing I knew I was begging for more. And that was exactly what I got.

“Faster!” I begged, having fully given in to the perversity of the situation. I no longer cared that bestiality was wrong. Or that I had up until recently been a virgin. It didn’t even bother me that I had been blackmailed into my first interspecies experience. The only thing that truly mattered was the rock-hard shaft that drilled me with unwavering consistency.

“Don’t stop!” I pleaded. “Please don’t stop!”

The boxer kept riding me like his life depended on it. For all I knew, it did. My life—or at least my legs—was intrinsically linked to the quality of the performance I gave. But then an orgasm started growing within me and all else lost meaning.

“I’m gonna come!” I warned, though I’m not sure who I was telling—my lover or Mr. Black? I guess it doesn’t really matter, because my body began convulsing moments later.

It may have been my second orgasm of the day, but it was no less potent. In fact, it was even more powerful than the last. It took all the strength I had just to keep from being pounded into the mattress. But then something happened that made me lose all control. I began to squirt.

I had often tried to reach what most consider to be the pinnacle of female orgasms, but never before had I succeeded. I guess it had taken a dog to accomplish what my fingers had failed so many times. Squirt after squirt gushed out of me, drenching both my thighs and my lover’s hind legs in cum. I moaned like I had never moaned before. My body shook with such intensity that my elbows gave out. My face slammed into the mattress, putting an end to my high-pitched moans. Only muffled cries now escaped. Meanwhile, my lover continued drilling my slit, which, with the rest of my lower body, still remained in the air.

I was aware that part of the cum that gushed from my slit belonged to my lover, yet I was unable to tell if the majority of the drops that rained down upon me belonged to me lover or me. Then again, it didn’t really matter. Only my lover’s cock within me meant anything to me. Well, that and the overpowering orgasm that controlled my frame.

I’m not sure how long it lasted, but I blacked out moments after the final squirt oozed out of me. I didn’t even feel my lover pull out of me. I only know that the boxer was lying next to me, licking the cum from his shaft, when I finally recovered. The next thing I realized was the fact that I had come down from my sexual high. I expected to feel regret for my actions, but all I felt was a great sense of relief. My first sexual experience was over and my feelings mattered little.

I glanced at Mr. Black and found him smiling. That was a good sign.

“H-How did I do?” I asked.

The man’s smile widened.

“Let’s just say you got the job.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, but Mr. Black ordered me to my feet before I could rejoice any further.

“Get dressed,” he instructed. All traces of the smile that had once curled his lips were now gone. “My associates will take you home.”

I was taken aback by the man’s sudden change of attitude, but I knew better than to defy him. I quickly slithered into my dress and slipped back into the stilettos I only now realized had fallen off at some point during my first interspecies pounding. I then glanced at Mr. Black, but he seemed busy checking his phone, so I followed his goons out of the room.

“Keep your phone on at all times,” warned Mr. Black right before I reached the door. “I will call with the details of your first assignment.”

Me, My Daughter, and the Motel — Chapter I: A Dark and Stormy Night

Introduction:

When a snowstorm blankets the highways and halts traffic, Mitchell and his daughter take refuge in a motel to wait it out until daybreak. As the snow gets deeper, their desires get darker and begin to run amok.Traffic had begun to slow to a crawl as I made my way through the icy sheets falling from the sky. I stared out my dashboard window, intent on seeing what was in front of me. Unfortunately, I could hardly see past the blinding snow whirling around the car. It felt like I was flying the Millennium Falcon through hyperspace, and I knew it was every bit as dangerous.

Snow covered the road., camouflaging it in with the rest of the landscape. Fortunately, the shadows my headlamps cast in the ditches gave me at least some indication of where the edge of the road was. That, and this road was anything but unfamiliar. I’d driven it many times. Hell, in good weather I could probably almost do it blindfolded, I’d driven it so much the past several years.

There was a good set of winter tires underneath me, so that upped my advantage some. Still, one false move, or one misjudgment about where the centre of the road was, and I would end up in disaster. I persevered, though. I’d promised my daughter that, rain or shine, I’d come pick her up every other weekend. I wasn’t about to lose out on time with my daughter over a few glistening flakes.

Since I’d divorced her mother, I’d always been diligent on making the journey every two weeks. Honestly, I didn’t actually have to anymore. Sophie was an adult, having turned eighteen a few month ago. She could come and go as she pleased and there was no such thing as visitation rights anymore. But, we still kept up the habit since she was still in high school and living with her mother. It seemed like pittance, really – Sophie would only spend three days out of fourteen with me – so I made the most of it. She always expected me around the same time, but tonight I warned her I’d probably be a little late.

As it was, I only felt comfortable doing 40 or 50mph on the highway. The great Northwest was notorious for bad weather, but this severe system that Canada had sent our way wasn’t going down without a fight. So, deal I must.

I was already forty-five minutes late when I crested the hill and looked over at the town she had moved to with her mother. It usually only took ten minutes to get there from this point, but tonight was anyone’s guess. I let out a sigh of relief, glad to see the streetlamps, even if still a long ways off. A moment later, my cell phone started to ring. I looked down and saw it was my daughter calling. Reaching down to its perch in the cup holder, I half-blindly turned it on, setting it to speaker.

“Hey, Angel!” I answered, using the pet name I’ve had for her since she was a child.

Sophie’s voice flooded the otherwise silent car. “Hi, Daddy!” she replied. “Are you still on your way?”

“Yeah, I am,” I let her know. “I’m looking at town now.”

There was a slight pause. Her voice filled with astonishment. “Really? It’s so bad out there! I’m almost surprised you made it.”

“I wouldn’t miss a weekend with you for anything, Sophie,” I reassured her. “Not even a bit of snow.”

She scoffed. “A bit of snow? Dad, it’s a blizzard. A bad one, too!”

“It’s all good, Angel.”

We chatted briefly for another moment before I excused myself so that I could watch the road. Another fifteen minutes and pulled up in front of her mother’s house. Bracing myself for the blast of frosty air, I booked it toward the back door. Sophie was already there waiting for me as I brushed the snow from my clothes.

“Hi, Daddy!” she cheered, embracing me, not caring about the residual snowflakes adorning my jacket. “Glad you made it! How were the roads?”

“Awful,” I admitted frankly. “But, if you take them nice and slow, they’re doable. I just can’t believe the snow plows aren’t out yet.”

“About time you got here, Mitchell,” chimed in a voice from around the corner. I knew all too well whom it belonged to. Sophie’s mother entered the kitchen. “Not exactly your best time.”

I grimaced, breathing deeply to control my responses. If there was one thing I hated above almost all others, it was getting into it with my ex in front of my daughter. That wasn’t something I wanted her to see. She had seen enough of it when the two of us were still together. It was a calculated tactic, too. Sophie already didn’t get along well with her mother. Seeing her mother’s vindictive attitude toward me without a reaction on my end helped to solidify that animosity. Sophie could clearly see that I was trying to be the bigger person – although, I admit, perhaps my motives weren’t entirely admirable.

With concerted effort, I answered calmly, “Well…in case you haven’t noticed, there is a crap-ton of snow out there tonight.”

“And that’s an excuse how?” she shot back. “You’d think you would maybe left earlier so you could arrive on time.”

I really didn’t see how the woman didn’t realize just how “Yes, that would have been ideal. Unfortunately, I do have work responsibilities that I need to fulfill, and couldn’t get away early enough to make a difference.” “I’m here now, though.” I turned to Sophie before her mother could come up with some other smart remark. “Ready, Angel?”

She gestured to her suitcase in return. “All set!” Sophie turned and grabbed her coat and put on a pair of boots as I picked up her luggage. I caught her mother’s eyes and bid her farewell. She in turn only stood there with her arms folded. “We’ll see you Sunday evening,” I mentioned as I walked out the door.

Sophie said her goodbyes as well and a moment later we were out at the car. “Wow, there’s a lot of snow out here! It doesn’t look like this much inside,” she commented.

“Yeah, and the little bit of wind makes it all the worse to drive in,” I observed, feeling the strong breeze wash over my face. “It’s just below the freezing point, too, so it melts as soon as it hits the road, then freezes, making it icy and slippery.”

“I’m glad you’re the one driving,” Sophie laughed.

I chuckled in response, and put her bag in the back seat. We took our places in the front and we were off. As we left, I took one last glance at the house. My ex stood there in the living room window – sure enough, with her arms still folded defensively.

Before long, we were out on the highway again. In the thirty minutes between arriving on this stretch of road and now travelling on it in the opposite direction, it seemed to have gotten twice as bad. Snow stuck to every square inch, and I slowed down even more than I had on my initial journey. Sophie plugged in her iPod, and started off playing some music for us to enjoy as we drove. The musical distraction provided me some relief and I relaxed, even lessening my grip on the wheel.

“So, how’s school?” I asked my daughter. “Your senior year turning out to be everything you hoped it would be?”

“It’s ok,” she answered. “I hate English, but that’s nothing new.”

I raised an eyebrow, daring to take my eyes off the road and look in her direction. “But you do so well at it!” I insisted.

“Doesn’t mean I like it,” Sophie laughed. “It just means I’m really good at BSing my way through essays and making it sound coherent.”

I laughed. That pretty much sounded like any English class that I’d ever taken. “Partying hard?” I pressed.

She shot me a disbelieving look. “I can’t believe you’re actually encouraging that.”

“As long as you don’t party too hard, I see no problem with it,” I jokingly advised. “You’re an adult now. There’s not much I can do to discipline you if you want to explore your more adventurous side.”

I’d come to grips with my daughter turning 18. It was just one of those things. She was my only child, and I’d probably always be the protective father, but now it was time to let her spread her wings. Even I had to admit that my daughter was a beautiful girl. She was slender, wavy blonde hair, light brown eyes. I’d come to realize more and more every time I saw her that the time I was afraid for was at hand; suitors would be lining up to come knocking and I had to be ok with that – as long as they weren’t knocking her up.

Sophie muttered an agreeing response. “They’re ok, too. I don’t go out much,” she confessed. “I’ve got a lot of dancing rehearsals with the show coming up in a couple months.”

“Right! That makes sense.” We settled into a conversation about her exploits in dance while the snow danced and blew past us outside.

The night was dark. Hardly a vehicle was seen on the road. That was unusual, since this was a relatively well-travelled highway. Then again, this storm was sure to ground a number of travellers, whatever their business. The thought had begun to settle into my mind, too, but where to stop for the night was another question.

A chime rung out. Sophie dug into her purse and pulled out her phone. Opening the message, she announced, “It’s from Mom.” My focus was narrowed on the road, but I kept my ear open for any new information. My daughter made a slight growl. “She sent a link to a travel advisory. The police want people to stay off the road tonight and only travel if they have to.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” I mumbled, though Sophie still heard me. She grimaced a smile sympathetically. “Do you think we should stop? We’re only an hour from home.”

“Mom’s worried.”

With a slight tone of sarcasm, I answered, “That doesn’t surprise me, either.”

“Dad,” she chided me gently.

“Well…it doesn’t,” I confirmed. I took a breath and sighed. “But…I’ve kind of been thinking about it. It’s really getting bad out here. The fastest I’ve been going is forty.”

Sophie sighed quietly. “So we’re more than an hour away.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I huffed softly. I’d been thinking in terms of just miles. My daughter was right. It was certainly going to take longer at this rate. “Maybe more like an hour and a half or two if this crap keeps up.”

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s letting up any time soon. At least that’s what this weather report says,” she relayed, scrolling through her phone again. “Apparently the plows are out, but this highway isn’t the highest on their list. But they say it’ll probably be done by morning.”

I nodded. The thought of stopping for the night when we could conceivably make it wasn’t appealing, but whenever I’d let my pride rule my life before, it didn’t always turn out well. “Yeah, we should stop,” I surrendered. I looked over. My daughter’s face seemed to relax a little and an appreciative smile spread across her lips. I could tell she was just as uncomfortable being a passenger on these roads as I was being a driver. “We’ll see what’s in the next town, ok?”

“Ok,” she agreed.

Another few miles and a small farming town came into view. It was a place I usually just zoomed past without a second thought. I knew there was a small roadside cafe, but that was it. The place didn’t even have a gas station that I knew of. I was about to drive on to the next town when Sophie noticed a motel just up one of the roads. I thought it was a relatively inconvenient spot, or at least not particularly ideal for getting business, but I was just glad she’d seen it.

We pulled up to the office. I got out and faced the weather. It was getting noticeably worse. There was more snow, more wind, and the temperature was dropping. I ran inside, the bells on the door chiming my arrival. The office was at least well-kept, so that was encouraging.

A slender, middle-aged man soon walked up from the living quarters behind. “Good evening, sir!” he greeted me. “Ducking out of the storm, too, are you?”

I laughed. “Yeah, what was your first clue?”

He smirked in reply and started getting out the necessary items for “It’s pretty bad out there,” he chuckled. I was just reading the weather report and it doesn’t surprise me that we’ve pretty much got a full house tonight.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I was going to try and make it, but it’s just not letting up. Guess I’m not the only one with the same idea.”

“Mm-hm… In fact…with you, it is a full house,” he frowned, looking over his system. “Looks like I’ve only got one more room available.”

“Well, as long as it’s warm, I’ll take it,” I chuckled again.

“Sounds good,” he laughed lightly. “Can I get your name?”

“Mitchell,” I told him.

“Alright,” he said, recording the information on the computer. “It’s got one queen bed, and as for being warm, it’s adequate, but the thermostat doesn’t work well in that room. The part came in the other day, but I haven’t had a chance to replace it yet. You can crank it as high as you want, but it only keeps the room about 60 or 65, 70 if it’s having a good day. That’s why it’s our room of last resort.”

I considered it for a moment, but realized I didn’t have much of a choice. My hesitation must have been plainly visible. The owner lowered his face a bit.

“Will that be ok? I’ve discounted the room because of it.”

One other detail suddenly struck me. “Only one queen, you said?”

“Yes, that’s right,” he nodded.

I scowled a bit. “No other place in town, huh?”

He shook his head. “No. Sorry, sir. The closest places are thirty-five miles east, or twenty-five if you’re going west.”

“Yeah, we just came from the west,” I grumbled. Options were severely limited, and I knew that Sophie wouldn’t want to travel any more tonight if we could help it. In the end, I relented. “Alright, one queen it is.”

“I take it there are two of you?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Alright, well for the inconvenience of both the heater and the bed, I’ll take it down a bit more. How’s that?”

I agreed. We struck a very reasonable price, and I paid and received the key before returning to the car. My daughter was playing and tapping away on her phone when I opened the door and sat down. “Well…we’ve got a room.” She looked at me skeptically, noting the unsteadiness of my voice. “Couple things, though. First, there’s only one bed. Second, the heater works, but not well.”

“Well, it’s going to be better than sleeping out there,” she insisted, pointing out the window. I chuckled an agreement and pulled up in front of our room. Carrying Sophie’s luggage inside, my daughter followed me into our small abode for the night just as the ‘no’ light up on the motel sign to indicate all the rooms were booked.

Inside, it was clean and comfortable. It wasn’t a five-star hotel, to be sure, but the room was certainly far from dingy or run-down. It had the amenities that were necessary: a TV, the broken heater, a small kitchenette in the back corner beside the bathroom, and there, in the centre of the room, was the queen bed.

I put the suitcase down on the floor beside it. “Well, let’s make ourselves at home, I guess,” I said, closing the door and taking off my shoes, then turning on the heater for all it was worth.

Sophie joined me. Moments later, she took her toiletries bag and some comfier clothes into the bathroom. I sat on the bed and turned on the TV. Beside me, in my daughter’s purse, her phone chimed again. I raised an eyebrow and looked toward the bathroom door. She was in there, doing whatever, so I decided to be the nosy dad and check what was happening in the device.

I soon met with disappointment. I shouldn’t have been surprised. The phone was locked with a password, but the home screed showed that her friend, Grace, had texted. They’d been friends since childhood, and had both been devastated when Sophie went to live with her mother over a hundred miles away.

Every weekend I had my daughter, the pair usually did something together. Often, it was for almost the entire weekend as they regularly had sleepovers. Try as I might to spend time with her as her father, over the years, more and more of Sophie’s time was spent with Grace. I tried hard not to be too jealous. I realized friends were also important – though, at times, it did seem like my daughter was slipping away. It looked like another weekend where I might not see Sophie as much as I was hoping.

I slipped Sophie’s phone back into her purse and closed it. A few minutes later, Sophie walked out, ready for bed. She wore a pair of pyjama pants, complimented with a shirt she’d had for about five or six years – and looked about just as many sizes too small. A considerable ring of midriff peeked out from between my daughter’s pants and shirt, showing a few inches of her strong, tight tummy. I swear, I could have bounced a quarter off her abs if she were lying down.

It was the gripping nature of her white shirt that really got me, though. Her full, C-sized teenage breasts were as good as exposed. It was unmistakably evident that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. They bounced as she walked with that slight jiggle that only a youthful body can produce. Cleavage smiled above her neck line, an inviting chasm for my eyes to get lost in. Her nipples, sensitive to the cool air in the room, were poking straight through the fabric.

For whatever reason, I found myself caught up, staring at Sophie’s provocative skin and accentuated breasts. She had a delicious figure, one that every guy hopes to have as a conquest. Then, I realized what I was doing, and gave my head a shake and looked away before she noticed. Sitting up, I announced that I was going to get ready for bed myself. “Can I borrow your toothpaste, Angel?” I asked her.

She looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Do you have a toothbrush?”

“No, but I’m just going to gargle a little with water like mouthwash,” I explained, and she congenially agreed.

In the bathroom, I gave myself a long, hard look. I stared deeply into my own eyes, wondering just what the hell had possessed me to look at my daughter with lustful eyes like that exactly. She was a beautiful girl. This I knew. But, she was also my daughter. Maturing though she was, this was the most illicit thought I’d ever had about her. I certainly didn’t want any more.

I shook my head again, attributing my brief lack of self-control to not having had a woman with me for over two years now. I’d been divorced nearly eight, and I’d had a few relationships, but nothing recent. My work was my life, and often took over it. That was another reason I looked forward to these weekends: I scheduled nothing job-related on them so that I could actually relax and enjoy the time with my daughter, giving her my full attention.

I quickly got ready for bed and walked out the door. Sophie was already comfortable in the bed, slid over to one side. I smiled. “You can have the bed, Angel,” I permitted. This had actually been my plan all along. Now, with the lustful thought from seeing her midriff still burning in my head, I wanted to keep away from her. If we were in close proximity, there was no telling what other temptations might infiltrate and take root.

Sophie frowned. “Are you sure, Daddy?” she inquired directly. “There’s lots of room for both of us.”

“Yeah,” I answered quickly, walking to the closet. Fortunately, there were some extra blankets and I pulled out a couple for myself. “I’ll just sleep on the floor. I’ll be alright.”

My daughter shrugged as I set up an area to sleep on. “I tried turning up the heat all the way,” she announced, “but it’s still just blowing cold air.”

“Yeah, the guy said that’s what happens,” I confirmed while arranging the blankets to give me a little cushion on the floor. “He said he has the part to fix it, just hasn’t done it yet.”

“Oh.”

With nothing more to really do, we decided that it was best to get some sleep so we could set out early in the morning. I shut off the TV. Sophie took care of the lights and curled up in her blankets. She was looking at me in the dark room, and I felt a little self-conscious since I needed to undress a little.

“Turn around,” I admonished her gently. “I need to get ready for bed, too, and I don’t have something to really sleep in like you do.”

“Oh, right,” she giggled, rolling over. “Sorry, Dad. I won’t look.”

I removed my pants, socks and shirt, reducing myself to only my undershirt and boxers, and laid down on the floor. It wasn’t the most comfortable location I’d ever slept in – I didn’t think this carpet even had underlay beneath it – but I made do.

“Goodnight, Dad,” came Sophie’s voice from over the bed.

“Goodnight, Angel,” I answered her.

After what seemed like forever, my thoughts had just begun to drift away when Sophie’s voice interrupted my rest. “Daddy?” she asked quietly. “Are you still awake?”

I snorted a little as I drew in a breath to reply. “Barely,” I answered.

“Sorry,” she giggled softly. “I was just wondering…are you really ok there on the floor?”

I opened up my eyes. My daughter was staring at me over the edge of the bed. Her curly, blonde hair fell like an inviting canopy of vines from overhead. I couldn’t quite see her eyes in the darkness, but from what I could make out, I knew they were looking at me imploringly. I had no doubt that she wore that pouty smile that she always did when she was trying to butter me up before asking for something.

“It’s alright. It’ll be ok for the night,” I confirmed, slowly shutting my eyes again.

“Because I’m kinda cold.”

My eyes darted open again. I looked up at her. “Do you want me to get you another blanket?”

“No…” she whispered.

In my chest, my heart skipped a beat, and made up for it with the next one. I swear the thud was loud enough to be heard in the next room. “Do you want me to tinker with the heater to see if I can get it to work?”

“No…” she whispered again.

I was stuck. I figured I knew what she wanted, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it – least of all without hearing it explicitly from her mouth. I wasn’t going to assume. Plus, I was certainly dressed compromisingly. Combine that with the thoughts that had permeated my head earlier, and I knew that it had a potential to be a paternal disaster.

Nevertheless, the primal beast inside me began to growl. I knew exactly what it wanted, and I had to keep it chained and locked away.

“Can you come cuddle me, Daddy? At least until I fall asleep?” Sophie pleaded sweetly.

Now, it was smiling mockingly at me.

“Sophie…” I tried to deter her, desperate to deter her. “I’m in only my underwear, Angel. That’s not exactly appropriate.”

She took a second to respond. “I know, but it’s just this one night. And it’s cold,” she reasoned. “We can make an exception. Right?”

“I…” I could feel my resistance slipping away. “I guess…”

I could see her smile, even in the black room. She pulled away from the edge, as if inviting me into the bed with her. I sat up, rubbing my face, admonishing myself to keep level-headed and calm. This was only to keep her warm. She wasn’t some woman that I was trying to woo. My desires had to be kept in check.

And yet, I wondered if my manly instincts would obey.

Climbing beneath the covers, I slid up beside my daughter. Sophie was facing the window, so I fitted myself behind her, becoming the big spoon. She lifted her head so that I could get one arm beneath her neck, and I brought my hand to her shoulder. My other arm wrapped around her abdomen. I could feel her skin. Her shirt seemed to rise higher than when I’d seen it. I squeezed my eyes, fighting hard to avoid any unbecoming thoughts from bubbling to the surface.

With a deep breath, I hugged my daughter against my chest. She relaxed, holding my arm around her shoulders. I knew she was smiling. Despite it being my daughter, and knowing that I probably shouldn’t be enjoying this, it honestly felt good to have a woman’s softness in my arms again.

“Mm…you’re so warm, Daddy,” she murmured gratefully. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Angel,” I answered with trepidation. “Just…don’t tell anyone about this, ok?”

“I won’t,” she agreed quietly.

I cleared my throat a bit. “As far as anyone else knows, I slept on the floor,” I insisted. “Ok?”

My daughter turned her head to look at me. Damn, she was beautiful – and here in my arms! I felt a warm rush flood my veins. I knew where my physical senses were heading. I mentally cut them off, thwarting anything more.

Sophie studied me. “What are you afraid of, Dad?” she asked.

I grinned lopsidedly. “Some people would question whether it’s…proper.”

Her shoulders fell. She returned my expression with a similar one. “I know.” 

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“I know.”

I rested my forehead on the side of her head. “Let’s just go to sleep, ok?” I quietly suggested in her ear.

Sophie nestled into my arms a bit more snugly. “Ok, Daddy…”

My emotions were smouldering. Like a pile of embers, the coals of lust burned deeply within, threatening to burst into flames should any more fuel be added. For the moment, I had my desire locked down. I could contain it. As long as nothing more happened, I could maintain control.

For a long time, we laid there together – father and daughter, probably far closer physically than advisable. I was just beginning to think I could relax, fall asleep, forget about this compromising moment and never mention it again, when Sophie moved. She adjusted her legs, pushing her perfect, succulent little bum against my groin.

That did it.

My eyes shot open. Blood surged into my manly digit, filling it, growing it to its full seven inches. There was no stopping things now. My erection grew involuntarily, no matter how much I tried to force down the urge to mate. My breathing was shaky as I looked at my daughter resting comfortably beside me. I could only hope and pray that she was sound asleep.

Then she took a deep breath. A smile crept across her face as she turned her head in my direction. “Dad…” she giggled quietly, “…what’s that?”

Feigning ignorance, I answered, “What’s what?”

She pushed her round, teenage butt against me again. There was no way she didn’t feel the hardness between my legs. I knew I was caught.

“That,” she identified.

“Um…” I choked softly, trying to come up with an excuse. I failed. “I’m…I’m sorry, Angel.”

Slowly, Sophie turned over to look at me in the eye. She was still smirking. “Is that because of me?”

“No, it’s because of me,” I grumbled in frustration.

Sophie raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I…I haven’t been with a woman in over two years, Sophie. It’s kind of taking its toll,” I admitted. “And then…when you invited me into bed…” I stuttered, looking desperately for an exit. “Damn it, I was worried about this happening. Sophie, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…”

I started to pull away, but my daughter wasn’t having it. She grabbed my body and moved right along with me, not letting me escape. I stopped struggling, trying to figure out why exactly she would persist.

“It’s ok, Dad,” she insisted. “It’s natural, right?”

Her words caught me by surprise. “Yeah, I…” I scrambled for words, “I…guess so. But you’re my daughter, Angel,” I fought back. “It’s not right for me to think about you that way.”

“Maybe.”

I lowered my eyes at her. “It’s not, Sophie,” I scolded tenderly.

“Maybe…” she repeated.

We laid there for a moment, just looking at each other. I knew she wasn’t done. There was more behind those tender, brown eyes of hers. I readied myself for whatever onslaught she could contrive next.

“Why haven’t you been dating?”

I have to admit, that one caught me a little off guard, too. “I…I don’t know,” I tried to parry. “I work a lot. I’m also 48, Angel. I kinda think my dating days are past. I guess…I guess I just don’t see myself as an attractive enough man anymore.”

“Are you kidding me?” she half shrieked. “Dad, you’re totally a handsome guy! My friends bug me all the time. You’re over six feet, right?”

“Yeah. 6’2”.” I confirmed, taking a breath, readying myself to strike back. “But…seriously, this husky body? I weigh 240, Angel. That’s not exactly fit.”

“But you carry it so well! You’re a strong and built man. You have just the right amount of hair on you. Do you know how many girls love the dad bod look?” she attacked mercilessly. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her next words hit me hard. “I’m one of them.”

I’d heard of women enjoying that kind of figure on a man, but I could scarcely believe it – until now. My own daughter thought I was an attractive man? That had to count for something, as long as she wasn’t just putting me on.

Sophie took her hand off my chest. Suddenly, under the covers, I felt her shirt disappearing under my fingers. More and more of her skin fell prey to my touch as she tugged her shirt up her body. My hand felt like lead, too heavy to move away. It was stuck there. When my whole hand was on her bare side, she brought the shirt back down, over my hand, housing it inside her clothing.

“You can touch me, Dad,” she promised. “You need it. I understand. I’m ok with it.”

“Sophie…” I gasped breathlessly, hardly daring to believe that my own daughter was offering herself to me. “I shouldn’t, Angel… It’s not right…”

“I want you to.”

Her hand came back, touched my chest, then followed my body down to my crotch. Her fingernails scurried gracefully over my underwear, dancing on my thick manhood inside. I shivered and closed my eyes as first her fingers, then her palm slid rhythmically up and down the length of my shaft. Her touch was divine. I’d forgotten what it was like to have a woman’s soft hand pleasure me.

“If you really thought this was wrong,” she challenged me quietly, “you’d stop me, Daddy.”

I didn’t stop her. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was depraved and unwholesome. Maybe sharing this moment with my own daughter was the most immoral thing I could possibly do. But she was right, I didn’t think so. Not anymore. Right now, all I wanted to do was indulge in this intimate love together.

My eyes opened up again as Sophie’s fingers searched for the opening on my boxers. Finally, they found it, pulling my rigid erection out of the hole. My daughter took it in her hand. Meanwhile, my hand dug deeper into her shirt. I found her breasts. Sophie closed her eyes for a second, moaning lightly as I started to fondle them and play with her nipples.

“Daddy…”

“Oh…Angel…” I moaned softly. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt my daughter’s warm fingers wrap around my rigid flesh. They slid up and down, aided by the slick lubricant that was trickling profusely from the tip of my manly rod. “I don’t want to…” I stopped short. What was truly the end of that sentence?

“Don’t want to what?”

“I don’t want to stop you…”

“I know, Dad…”

“Oh…Sophie…!” I looked at her again, a renewed lust burning in my eyes. “It’s been SO long…!”

“Then enjoy it, Dad…” she purred. “This is my gift to you tonight. I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too, Angel…!”

And with that, I leaned in and kissed her – hard, with feeling and passion. She kissed me back. Using my arm that was still around her, I pulled Sophie close, not letting her go. Our lips tangoed together, rubbing back and forth. Our tongues tussled between our lips. My daughter’s mouth tasted delicious, like the flavour of bread and honey. I couldn’t get enough.

Sophie’s teenage hand rubbed my manhood hard, feeding the fire of my deepest animal yearning. I groaned in my throat. “Mm…ohhh… Oh, Sophie…!”

“Do you want more, Daddy?” she offered.

I looked into her eyes. “Yes!” I growled. My hands found her shirt. She sat up as I pulled the clothing off her young, eighteen-year-old body. I tossed it on the floor. Her incredible breasts hung there on her chest. I leaned in. “I want these, too, Angel,” I demanded, starting to devour them.

My daughter fell back onto the bed, allowing me full access to her gorgeous chest. I squeezed and coddled them with my hands. I licked and sucked, listening to Sophie whimper from the pleasure. She was breathing hard. I didn’t let up until I’d had my fill.

“It feels so good, Dad…”

I kissed my way back up her chest and found her mouth. Our lips melted together in forbidden love. I kissed my daughter aggressively, pushing her head down into her pillow. Sophie’s arms wrapped around me, holding me to her. I let my weight fall on her, pinning her to the bed. I wanted my daughter so badly, more than I’d ever wanted a woman before.

“Oh, my daughter!” I snarled into her ear. “You are just sexy as hell, Angel!”

“And I think you should dress to match me, Dad,” she insisted, pulling at my shirt.

I lifted myself up, letting her remove my undershirt, then laid back down on top of her. I could feel her plush breasts against my broad chest, her small body beneath mine. My hands ran the length of my daughter’s half-naked body, feeling her smooth, feminine skin. I found her hands. With all my strength, I grabbed my daughter’s wrists and pinned them to the bed beside her before diving at the tender skin on her neck. I kissed her over and over.

“Ohhh…Daddy…!” she surrendered to me. Sophie tilted her chin up to give me all access to her skin.

I kissed her one more time on the lips and looked deeply into her beautiful brown eyes. “You’re mine tonight, Baby Girl!”

Sophie tensed up as I inched my way back down her body, my lips leaving no contour unexplored. I could feel my daughter’s body shake and tremble, anticipating what’s coming next. She relinquished her control, trusting me, and I would never give her reason to fear. My lips danced with her nipples again. She moaned, begging me for more.

Then, I heard her newest desire. “Dad…!” she whimpered. “I want to make you cum.”

I looked at her, she at me. We both smiled. Slowly, I let go of her wrists and laid back on the bed. My solid rod was still poking through my shorts. My daughter retrieved some lotion from her purse and then came back to make good on her promise.

“Take my boxers off, Angel,” I ordered.

My daughter did as she was told and tossed them away, kneeling beside me. As I lay there naked, I just admired her eighteen-year-old body. My fingertips slowly explored her skin. Every curve was divine. Her softness was perfect. The shape of her young, dancer figure was flawless. I smiled in appreciation as I watched her move into position.

Sophie applied a generous glob of lotion to her palm and took my phallic tool in her hand again. She squeezed hard. I moaned in pure pleasure. Her sure touch as she spread the lubricant along all seven inches of my shaft was incredible. She smiled beautifully, evidently honoured to serve her father.

“Oh, Sophie… Ohhh…Angel…!” I breathed heavily, basking in her touch. “Yes, Baby Girl…oh, just like that… Mmmm…”

My daughter giggled as she slid her hand up and down. I lay there, gripping the bed sheets and moaning her name. Perhaps it was just because of how taboo the whole situation was, but I couldn’t remember anything more erotic than watching her pleasure me. But I wasn’t finished yet.

Half sitting up, I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her downward. “Suck on it, Angel…” I commanded without hesitation. “I want to feel your mouth on me, Sophie…”

She looked at me with a little surprise, but she soon smiled. “Ok, Daddy,” she submitted. She bowed herself closer to me. “I might be bad at this.”

“You’ve never given a blowjob before?”

Sophie shook her head.

“Just nice and slow, Angel. I’ll let you know if you need to change something,” I guided her. I smiled. “No teeth.”

My daughter giggled and closed her lips around the bulging head of my penis. She started to suck and bob her head up and down. Immediately I groaned and fell back on the pillow behind me. “Ohhh…Angel…!” I moaned loudly. “Yes, Baby Girl…oh, yes…!”

Sophie’s young mouth knew exactly what to do. My daughter was a natural! I stroked her naked back up and down until finally grabbing the back of her head. I wove my fingers into her hair, keeping her in place. The pleasure was growing. I knew it wouldn’t be long before my release arrived.

“Sophie…oh, Sophie…oh, my daughter… Mmmm…!” I grunted heavily. Then, that old familiar rush flooded my senses. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. My body tensed up. “Angel…keep going…! I’m gonna cum…!” I warned her. “Oh…don’t stop, Baby Girl…!”

With a mighty spasm, my sexual digit launched its thick juice into my daughter’s mouth. She gagged a second, recovering just in time for the next one, which she was ready for, then the next, and then the next. Through it all, she performed perfectly, still sucking and massaging my manhood with her lips and tongue.

“Oh…Sophie…” I heaved as my body relaxed from the experience.

My daughter lifted her head. My viscous offering dribbled down her chin. She smacked her lips, a generous amount still sitting in her mouth. “Oo I whallow ih?” she mumbled around the white slime.

“You can swallow it. It’s not going to hurt you,” I reassured her, reaching for the tissues beside the bed. “Or you can spit it into—” I looked back just in time to see my daughter close her mouth and send the load down her throat. “Oh, damn, Sophie… You swallowed your dad’s cum. That was hot as hell!” I offered her a few tissues to clean her face.

A wide smile crossed her lips as she bit her tongue. “Was that ok, Daddy?” she asked, wiping away the residue.

I shook my head in disbelief that she would ask such an absurd question. “That was incredible, Angel. More than I could have ever bargained for.”

She laughed again. I sat up, kissed her, then pushed her to the bed. I crawled in front of my daughter and grabbed her pants. “Now it’s your turn, Angel,” I proffered.

Her face lit up in joy, realizing what I was about to do for her. “Really, Daddy?” she squealed with delight.

“What kind of father would I be if I didn’t return the favour my daughter so willingly performed?” I insisted. Her pants and underwear flowed down her legs with ease, and I tossed them aside with all our other clothing.

A generous tuft of hair adorned my daughter’s pubic mound. I wasn’t surprised. She’d never had a reason to get rid of it. I ran my hands up and down her sexy, nude body. It made her sigh in relaxation. As I crawled between her toned, shapely legs, I looked up into her eyes.

“Have you ever done anything sexual?” I asked her.

Sophie shook her head. “Mm-mm…” she denied. “This is all new to me, Daddy.”

I smiled. My daughter had kept herself innocent, and it ended up being for me. “I would have thought you’d have done lots of things with the guys at your school, being a dancer and all.”

“They’ve tried to get in my pants,” she giggled. “But I just haven’t felt ready. Or comfortable. Until tonight, here with you, Dad.”

“Then I’m going to make sure it’s all worth your while, Angel,” I promised her. “Enjoy this, Sophie.” My daughter grinned.

I closed the distance. My lips touched her sacred entrance. Slowly, I kissed her treasure with more and more pressure. I heard her moan lightly. I used a little more effort. She whimpered in pleasure. When my tongue started to flap against her velvety lips, suddenly my daughter tensed up uncontrollably.

“Oh, Daddy…” she cooed, her hands finding my head to urge me on.

I started to eat her tender, young flower with more effort. Her muscles twitched as I stimulated them. My daughter’s juice began to leak out. I chased the droplets, letting them flow over my tongue. Sophie’s nectar was delicious, like water from the sweetest spring, and I drank gladly.

“Ohhh…Dad…! Daddy, that feels so good…! Nngh…nngh…oh, yeah…!” my daughter cringed above me. “More, Daddy…! Mmmm…more…!”

Deeper and deeper I dug into her sacred crevice. Sophie grabbed the headboard with one hand, helping to push her body down the bed, wordlessly pleading for more. I was only too glad to offer my daughter what she wanted. I wanted to spoil her, as I always had, as I always would.

I focused on the stiff, little gem adorning her slit. Sophie grunted in pleasure as my tongue made contact and rubbed hard on her clit. I watched as she grabbed a pillow and stuffed it in her mouth – biting down hard, so she could yell at her leisure – before grabbing the headboard again. I knew it was now or never.

With my daughter screaming for what she wanted so desperately, I focused on her sensitive jewel. Her fingers in my hair gouged my scalp, searching for something to brace her. Sophie’s back arched. The pillow fell from her mouth as she gasped for breath.

“Daddy…Daddy…! Daddy…!” she squeaked with great effort. I knew an orgasm was erupting in her senses. More of her decadent syrup trickled out of her body. Even if this never happened again, I would never forget my daughter’s delicious flavour as long as I lived.

A burst of air exploded from her mouth. Sophie gasped several wild breaths as I slowed my efforts and backed away. “Oh, Daddy… Dad… Dad…!” she panted.

I crawled up over her body, kissing her skin at random. I arrived at her lips. We kissed softly and lovingly. “I hope you enjoyed that, Angel,” I said.

“I did, Dad… That was…incredible…!”

I looked into her radiant eyes. They were aglow with love and admiration. “Your first real orgasm? From a man? “

“Yes…!” she squealed in delight. Sophie wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing me in. We kissed again with unbridled passion and unity. It felt so good. It felt so natural to kiss her.

Our passion ebbed. “I’m glad I could give it to you,” I grinned.

“So am I! I love you, Daddy!”

“I love you, too, Angel.” With that, we kissed again, though with less intensity this time. It was just a series of tender kisses, ones that were enough to make my heart flutter with affection for my young daughter. “Let’s get dressed and go to sleep,” I suggested.

“Do we have to, Dad?” she pouted a little. “I was kinda hoping just to…sleep naked. So I could feel your skin on mine.”

I smiled, ready to compromise. “How about just in our underwear so we don’t leave too big a mess with anything else that leaks out,” I suggested with a laugh. She agreed.

I put my boxers back on, Sophie replaced her panties. We crawled under the blankets, my arms around her, spooning her and holding her close to me. In all the eighteen-plus years she’d been my child, I could never remember loving her so much. I could feel her warm skin on my chest, slowly moving as she breathed. I planted a few more long kisses on the nape of her neck and on her shoulders. Icy as it may have been outside, cold as it may have been in here with the broken heater, the two of us couldn’t have been warmer.

“Goodnight, Angel,” I whispered softly to my daughter as sleep started to overtake us. I hugged her again. “Sweet dreams.”

Sophie hummed in my embrace. “Hm…you, too, Daddy,” she answered. “I love you!”

“I love you, too, Sophie!”

With heavy eyelids and a flood of endorphins surging through our veins, the night settled in and sleep easily overtook us.

The next morning, I woke up to find Sophie gone. I blinked a few times to get the sleep out of my eyes, and realized the shower was running. I sighed as the entire night came rushing back into my awareness.

Had I really just had a sexual encounter with my daughter!?

I continued blinking, rolling onto my back. It couldn’t be. It was entirely illegal. There was no way I would have done that to my daughter…was there? It had to have been all a dream.

One look around the room, seeing the clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor, told me an entirely different story. It had happened.

In the other room, the shower shut off. Sophie walked out a moment later wrapped in a towel and brushing her hair. We looked at each other. “Morning, Daddy!” she greeted me cheerfully. As she walked to her suitcase, my daughter dropped her cover. Her sexy little teen body was naked again.

I tried to resist looking. I honestly did. It wasn’t right. What we’d done wasn’t right, but she was just too gorgeous not to admire. Slowly, though, my conscience was pricked and I regained control. Rolling away from her, I sat up on the edge of the bed as I rubbed my face. “I wish you wouldn’t do that, Sophie,” I muttered.

“What?” I could hear the confusion in her voice.

I took a deep breath. “Just…drop your towel like that. Be naked around me.”

“Dad,” she playfully scolded. “We saw each other naked last night.”

“I know. That’s the problem.”

There was a long silence that followed. I knew we were both searching for the words to either justify or dismiss our nocturnal activities from only hours ago. None seemed to be forming. I stood up, grabbed a towel of my own, gathered my clothes, and headed for the bathroom without looking back at my daughter. “I’m going for a shower, Sophie. I expect you to be dressed when I come out.”

“Yes, Daddy…” I heard her say solemnly.

Once I was cleaned up and my daughter was packed, I took anything that was ours out to the vehicle. A thick dusting of snow covered everything. On the plus side, it wasn’t overly cold. Sophie filled her mother in on our impromptu stop – of course, leaving out the more incriminating details – and let her know we were on our way again.

We drove down the street to the town’s cafe in silence. We ordered and ate most of our meal in more silence. Finally, I broke it.

I looked about. No one was in ear shot. “Sophie…” I opened cautiously, “…you know what we did was wrong, don’t you?” I asked her.

She nodded without looking up from her meal.

“Are you ashamed?”

That when her brown eyes lifted and met mine. “No, Dad!” she insisted. “It was fun and I love you. I could never be ashamed about that. At least as long as no one else knows. And even then…” her voice trailed off for a second, “…even then only because of what someone else thinks.” I opened my mouth to condemn our actions, but Sophie beat me to more discussion. “I didn’t exactly plan to anything to happen, but when we started cuddling and I felt you getting hard…well…I just kinda got curious. I just thought, what the hell?”

“Sophie…”

“I’m serious, Daddy.”

“But it—” I stopped myself and looked around again. No one was close. “It’s incest, Angel,” I denounced in a harsh whisper. “It’s illegal. It’s just plain wrong.”

“Dad, we didn’t actually have sex,” she insisted. The look on her face was somewhere between defiant and submissive. I couldn’t explain it. There wasn’t a shred of regret in those beautiful brown eyes of hers. It was almost as if she was…proud of what had happened.

“And if we had?” I presented. “Sophie, we got each other off. That’s enough to incur some hefty penalties.” My tone was deep and serious. How could she not be just as if not more upset about this than I was? “Do you realize that if it had happened a few months ago, before your birthday, it would have been considered sexual abuse?”

Her jaw dropped. Sophie’s face shifted to an expression of wound, almost appalled. “You didn’t abuse me, Dad,” she struck back. “Yeah, you were very dominant, but I liked it! I wanted it just as badly as you did. I was horny – just as horny as you.”

Her comment caused me to sigh. She was right. I certainly had been. And if she hadn’t been, it probably wouldn’t have happened.

In a timid voice, she added, “And…I was curious.”

I buried my face in my hands an sighed. “Oh, Sophie…” I mourned and shook my head in dismay before looking at my beautiful daughter again. “We just can’t do it again, ok? We just can’t.”

She nodded. “I know.”

“And we’re never going to talk about it again, either.”

“Alright.”

“It was a one-time thing.”

“Ok, Dad,” she agreed, setting my mind at ease. “But it was still a lot of fun.” She looked at me squarely in the eyes. “And I’m glad I got to share it with you.”

We looked at each other for an endless minute. I loved my daughter so much. I couldn’t dream of hurting her. Obviously, I hadn’t, but…incest was still wrong. However, I couldn’t deny that what we’d shared last night was deeper and more beautiful than I could have ever possibly imagined. 

I reached across the table and took Sophie’s hand. “Me, too, Angel,” I agreed, looking down at our embracing fingers. “Me, too.”

Sophie smiled so widely, I thought her mouth would tear. At least we’d reached an understanding. It was a wonderful experience, one we both treasured – but it was one that must not, under any circumstances, happen again.

We finished our meals, the mood lifting a little bit now that this topic had been addressed. I hoped it was over. Nowhere in my memory did there exist a more sacred sexual experience to me, but that’s all it was now: a memory. Never again would Sophie and I let our dark, forbidden desire overtake us. I’d make sure of it.

We drove east. The plows had been out and the highway had been cleared. I maintained regular highway speeds and we soon arrived at my home – Sophie’s home-away-from-home, as it were. My daughter made herself comfortable as I brought in her effects and set them in her room. It didn’t take her long to call Grace, letting her know we’d arrived.

The girls spent most of the weekend together, including having their regular sleepover. It wasn’t until Sunday afternoon that Sophie and I were able to share a meal and talk as we always had. Fortunately, the subject of Friday night, in our cold motel room, didn’t even come up. It was as if it had been forgotten, or at the very least, placed under lock and key. I was relieved.

We drove back that evening, still talking. All was well until we passed through the town with the motel. As if drawn by some unseen force, both of us stared down the street and looked at the place. There it stood, like a monument to commemorate our sin. I knew we’d both, as long as we lived, remember the illicit love we’d shared whenever we looked at that place again.

Sophie’s voice pierced the silence in the car. “It was fun, Dad.”

I smiled lopsidedly as I looked at the road. “Yeah, it was, Angel.”

My daughter rested her hand on my thigh as I drove. It was dangerously high. This wasn’t a common thing for her. I knew exactly why her hand had appeared there.

I looked over. Sophie was staring at me. “I love you, Daddy,” she pledged tenderly.

“I love you, too, Angel,” I answered with a broad, fatherly smile, and returned my eyes to the road.

Her hand started to slide up my leg. It was just starting to graze my crotch when I decided to reach down and take her hand in mine.

“Sophie…” I denied her. “I said never again.”

She whined a little, not used to having her father deny her what she wanted. “Not even if we have to stop at that motel again?”

“Hopefully we never have to,” I grumbled.

The car was silent a moment. Our hands found a convenient spot on the centre console to rest and stay intertwined. “I’m still curious, Dad,” Sophie announced at last. “There’s lots more you can introduce me to.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you a virgin, Sophie?” I asked, fully expecting the answer to be yes. I wasn’t disappointed with her reply.

“Yes, Daddy,” she acknowledged. “Why? Are you thinking of changing that?”

With a shake of my head, I worked on repelling the idea. It was appealing, I had to admit. It had been a long time since I’d taken a woman’s virginity, but this was also my daughter I was talking about. “I’m trying not to, Angel,” I answered at last.

“Well…we’ll have to see what happens then,” she taunted me, reclining the seat. My daughter closed her eyes and dozed for the rest of the trip to her mother’s house. All the while, we held hands across the centre console.

I snuck several peeks over at her during that last hour or so. Sophie was indeed a sexy young woman. I just shook my head every time, trying vainly to deter the thoughts entering my head. Yes, we had teased each other. Yes, we had pleasured the other that night. No, we couldn’t ever again succumb to our carnal nature together.

But it was insatiably tempting…

And after I dropped her off at her mother’s and headed home, my eyes drifted to the motel once more as I passed it. ‘We couldn’t ever…’ became ‘we shouldn’t ever…’ as my mind considered just how open Sophie was to a deeper, intimate relationship with me. A part of me knew that it may only be a matter of time. But how long could such a secret be kept?

When my phone buzzed with a text message, I quickly opened it as I drove. It was from my daughter. She was standing in her bathroom mirror, naked from the waist up. Her pose was intensely provocative, looking into the camera on her phone with licentious desire. Her perfect, C-sized breasts hung there, jeering at me – so close, yet so far.

Immediately in my pants, my manhood awoke and grew. I wanted her. Sophie knew exactly what this would do to me. She was a tease, and a vicious little one at that! Deep inside me, the fatherly instinct was forgotten. I was just a man now, wanting to take my daughter and pleasure her every moment I could.

The sound of a car horn snapped me back to reality. I’d been drifting into the other lane. I quickly corrected and paid more attention. One way or another, it seemed my daughter was going to be the death of me.

I scowled at my phone. “Damn it, Sophie!” I texted her, cursing her for many reasons.

A moment later, my phone buzzed again. “I love you, Daddy,” she answered with a winky face.

Mom, The Unwilling Slut Ch 01

It was a shitty day. My attempts at finding a job were as pointless as vacuuming your lawn. I just wanted something that paid enough to get the fuck out of my parent’s house and stop dating Rosie palm. As I turned onto my street I was glad to see my parent’s car wasn’t in the driveway. I DVR’d one of my favorite movies last night. It was one of those B movies where the bimbos drop their tops every time they turn around. This one had a fairly decent plot, and I desperately needed the stress relief. Mom had been staying up late and dad was getting up early so I hadn’t had a chance to even jack off for a few weeks.

I went into the house and made some popcorn and poured myself a drink and sat down in my recliner to watch Bikini Bistro. I slide my pants down and began to lightly rub my penis to get it hard. I know the scene I wanted to cum to. About halfway into the movie, one girl gets naked against a tree and I have a thing for sex in the woods. I figured with the lackanookie I had experienced since moving back in with my folks, that I would have to be careful of cumming too soon.

About 15 minutes in, I was lightly stroking my cock, when I heard a car door close. Knowing I only had seconds, I grabbed a blanket and threw it over myself. I went to grab the remote to change the show, and I dropped it. I reached down for it and was just able to sit back up and adjust the blanket over myself when the door opened. Unfortunately, my mom walked in just as the waitresses were changing into their uniforms. Lots of close-ups of tits and ass. She had a disgusted look on her face and began to bitch me out for watching such degrading, demeaning, anti-woman smut. I sat there silently, the movie still playing, and my dick for some reason was getting harder and demanding attention.

Just to be ornery I left the movie on just to piss her off. Mom stormed over to the TV and shut it off. She then pulled some cables from the DVR stormed into her bedroom slamming the door. I was infuriated. I got up, pulling up my pants and burst into her room without knocking. Mom was standing there in the process of unbuttoning her blouse.

She turned toward me “You come into my bedroom unannounced!”, she said while glaring furiously at me.

“Give me the goddamned cable!”, I growled in reply.

“Fuck off you pervert!”, she snarled “now get out so I can change, I only have a few minutes before I need to leave to meet your father.”

“I don’t give a rats ass about your fucking parties, I’m not leaving until you give me the motherfuckin’ TV cable.”

“Listen, you piece of shit, I’m gonna change. If you want to stand there and watch your mother get undressed and redressed, then you’re not just a pervert you’re a sick animal that doesn’t have a single redeeming human trait, and you will no longer be my son. Now get the fuck out asshole.” Then completely ignoring me she turned back toward her dresser and finished unbuttoning her blouse.

At this point, I began to see red, and my dick for some reason was harder than it had ever been in my life. Mom slipped out of her blouse and dropped it in her laundry basket. Her bra was, well being a single guy all I can say is H – O – T, hot. The cups containing her above-average tits was low cut and made of thin material. I could easily see her large areola which always turns me on, and her nipples were erect and at least ½ inch long.

Mom continued to ignore me and began to unzip her skirt, completely ignoring the fact that her son was standing several feet away. This was enraging me even more than the fighting and insults. As she lowered her skirt, her feminine lacy panties came into view. The panties matched the bra, something I always found erotic. But I also noticed and honest to God garter belt. The garter belt was attached to some thigh high stockings, and the panties were actually under the straps of the garter.

At this point I was so enraged I wanted to physically attack her. I took three steps closing the gap between us and grabbed her arm not knowing what I was going to do. I spun her around to face me and said “Shit bitch! You piss and moan about me watching a movie where bimbos take off their clothes because it’s degrading to women. Yet, here you are stripping in front of your son. You’re no better than any of those whores! Now I’m gonna do to you what I wanted to do to them. So I guess it’s time I do to a bimbo what I always wanted to.” Mom opened her mouth to speak and I smacked her in the face. “One word out of your cock sucking face hole, and you will regret being born a female.” I snarl at her.

Mom tried to pull her arm out of my vice-like grasp, but I was too enraged. She looked petrified, and I didn’t care. I looked into her eyes and smiled cruelly. I grabbed a pair of scissors from the small writing desk she used to send out thank you notes to her society friends. Using the scissors, I indulged in one of my favorite fantasies. I began to cut her bra off her body, as she whimpered, “please don’t do this” she whispered almost inaudibly.

I backhanded her across her face. “Speak again and you will regret learning how to use that mouth for anything other than pleasuring a man!” I screamed at her spittle flying out of my mouth hitting her in the face. A single tear formed and started to run down her face. I was thoroughly enjoying the control and domination of this woman who had given me nothing but grief my whole adult life. I bent down and licked the tear from her face savoring the flavor of her fear. I finished cutting the shoulder straps on her bra and then ripped it from her body leaving angry red marks on her flesh around her torso. I dropped the bra to the floor and reached up and pinched her nipples so hard she screamed in pain. I smiled at “Scream all you want because when I am finished with you, you won’t be able to walk or talk for days.

Mom started crying in earnest which only fueled my desire to hurt and humiliate her. I pulled her nipples stretching her tits as far as they would go. Mom started sobbing but I could only think about totally degrading her. I released her tits and cut her panties off her body, noticing that they were somewhat damp. I ran a finger over her lips. Her body shuddered when she felt me touch her most intimate spot. I looked at my finger and saw that it had collected some liquid from her pussy.

This pleased me and I spun mom around and pushed her over the bed. I slapped her ass hard making her sob harder. “Bitch you better get me wet, cuz I’m gonna fuck your ass till I cum.” I then dropped my pants, releasing my cock which seemed to be double its usual size. “Keep your legs straight, and your face on the bed while I get my dick wet in your skank hole.”, I ordered her as I rammed my dick deep into her pussy. I started stroking slowly letting her natural lube get me wet, remembering the weekend I discovered masturbation and the resulting friction burn. After I fill your shit hole with my cum, you’re gonna lick me clean”, I told her as I started to thrust a bit faster.

Mom moaned when she heard this and the tears flowed faster. I tossed the scissors aside and began to rub her clit to increase the lubrication. As I looked at the mirror in her room I saw a bottle of baby oil within easy reach. I grabbed it and withdrew my shaft leaving just the head in my mom’s cunt. I poured almost half the bottle on my dick and around her ass and pussy. Moms body shuddered when the oil fell onto her skin.

As I began to furiously thrust into her, I began to finger her puckered hole, forcing oil into her. One by one I added fingers until I was two knuckles deep with three fingers. I slowly fucked her ass with my fingers letting her mentally prepare for the invasion of my cock.

I pulled my slimy cock from the hole I was pulled out of all those years ago, and mercilessly drove my raging hard-on into her bowels. 

“PLEASE NO!” screamed mom as she felt my cock invade her bowels. “No one has ever done that to me, please don’t…stop”, she whined as I began to thrust. 

My balls were slapping her cunt as my shaft began to slide out of her tight asshole. “I warned you not to speak twice already”, I said harshly. “Now you have to pay for your stupidity and disobedience.”

“But…but I’m your mother. How can you treat me like this?” She said turning to look at me, her mascara and eye shadow streaking down her face from the tears she had been crying.

Seeing my always fastidious, perfectly coiffed, fashionably chic, impeccably groomed, smartly manicured, exquisitely made, always in control society bitch or a mother transformed into a slovenly street whore from the low rent side of the tracks turned me on immeasurably. I began to slam my cock into her tight virgin ass, “Take my fucking dick you sorry excuse of a cunt. You stuck up society whore, ride your son’s dick. Feel him grow more erect in your ass as he pumps into you. Since you decided to you were no longer my mother, I won’t treat you like a mother. I’ll treat you like what you are, three holes two tits, and a heartbeat, all for my salacious pleasure. You will take my cum any time any place and in any location, I decide.”

She sobbed harder at these words. Hearing her cries grow louder, drove me insane with lust. All higher brain functions stopped and I became an animal overwhelmed with lust. I drove my cock into my mother’s ass relentlessly. I kept slamming into her harder and harder. As my cock kept plunging into that virgin abyss, I began to spank my mother on the outside of both her ass cheeks.

My assault on her increased her wails of anguish and kept me going further into the carnal animal I had become. Her whole ass was red from my violent assault. I felt my balls boiling and I held back my release trying to think about anything except the wonderful sensations coursing through my body. One minute became two and two became three and three became excruciating as I tried to hold back the imminent explosion.

I roared like a lion as my first jet of cum blasted deep into her ass. I quickly pulled out of her ass and spun her around so my second blast of cum hit her left nipple. I pushed her down, the rest of my cum would spray onto her face. She moaned softly as jet after jet of cum plastered her face, and I saw her hand between her legs frigging her clit to make herself cum. I nodded pleased knowing that she truly was a little whore and enjoyed being controlled and humiliated.

Mom continued to frig herself, as I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. I took several pictures of mom’s face coated in my cum, making sure that you could see she was rubbing her clit. When mom realized I was taking pictures of her, she tried to get away, but I grabbed her throat.

“You ain’t done yet fucktoy. Now you gotta lick me clean. Then I’ll let you go and meet dad, and his friends. If you clean my dick thoroughly I might just let you wash your face, and change your dress before you leave.”

As mom opened her mouth to take my cock in I took more pictures. When the flash went off, she would flinch. Mom was not an experienced cocksucker. She had no clue what to do with her tongue or lips. She literally sucked my dick like it was a straw. 

After a few minutes, I looked at my watch and said “Well I guess I am a motherfucker now. And I think I will be one until I get tired of you”, I looked down at mom “Go get dressed. Don’t put on panties. I want you worried that my cum will leak out of your ass and down your leg in front of your friends.”

Mom silently stood up and walked into the master bathroom. She left the door open, as she adjusted the water, and stripped off her remaining lingerie. When she got in the glass-enclosed shower, I left her room and went into mine. I took off my cum splattered clothes and put on a robe my last girlfriend gave me. I went back into the family room and began looking for something to watch now that I didn’t need relief anymore, although the thought of what had just happened, had me semi-erect. 

I heard mom come down the stairs and try to sneak out without speaking to me.

“STOP”, I called out and mom froze in her tracks. I looked at her and saw she was wearing an ankle-length skirt and a high collared blouse. She reminded me of a schoolmarm in the westerns my dad made me watch when I was younger. “Let’s see if the dumb cunt can follow simple directions,” I announced staring at my mom. 

Mom had an expression of disgust, embarrassment, and loathing on her face and she didn’t move. Yet I could see a strange glint in her eyes showing she was enjoying the way I was treating her. Surprisingly, so was I. I had always tried to be gallant and gentlemanly to ladies. Maybe it was time to start treating them like skanks and whores.

Standing up I took one step toward her and said in my most commanding tone of voice “Show me now, or I will cut every piece of clothing you own into confetti. Then you can explain to dad why you’re sucking another man’s cock in your marital bed.” She but she pulled up her skirt, and I could see she was wearing pantyhose, but no panties.

“Well you did obey me you slut, but you tried to be sneaky. For that, you need to be punished. Come over here, kneel in front of me and kiss my balls before you leave. Mom opened her mouth to say something, and I cut her off, “Speak and you will not like what happens.”, I warned her.

Mom walked over to me slowly and dropped down to her knees. She leaned forward and kissed the material of the robe. I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair tilting her head back painfully, making her eyes meet mine as I towered over her. 

“I said kiss my balls, not my robe. Now before you leave you will suck my dick until I cum. If you do a good enough job I’ll let you swallow. Do a shitty job like before, after I com on your face and blouse, I’ll toss you out of the house.”

I let her hair go, and mom reached up to the belt of the robe and quickly untied it. She pushed the robe open and closed her eyes as my cock entered her open mouth. Watching her do this made my semi into a full-size hard-on. As she began to try and do a decent job, I pulled out my phone and took several pictures of my mom sucking my dick. Then I switched over to video and began to record her orally pleasing her son.

“Do you like sucking off your son before going to your fancy parties you little slut?” I asked and Mom smiled around my shaft and nodded her head while her face was turning red. “Are you going to be a good mommy slut for your son and do whatever he tells you and whoever he tells you?” Her blush deepened and there was no response, so I smacked her face so hard it knocked her mouth off my dick. 

I grabbed her by the hair and said “Did I tell you to stop sucking my cock mommy whore? Did I tell you to take your son’s big hard dick out of your mouth?”

“No” she whispered.

“Then what the fuck are you waiting for bitch get it back where it belongs,” I told here. Mom was so scared of being struck again, she swallowed my shaft in its entirety, gagging on it. Enjoying the sensations created by her throat muscles I grabbed her head and held it in place letting her gag as I kept recording this for posterity.

As I began to fear mom would puke, I let go of her head and she jerked back remembering at the last moment not to release my cock from her mouth. Keeping just the head in her mouth she was gasping for breath.

Just then, my mom’s cell phone rang. It was dad, I could tell by the ring-tone. I shook my head no, begging me with her eyes not to answer. When it stopped ringing, the house phone rang. I picked up “Hello.”

“Where the fuck is your mother?”, my dad’s voice boomed out of the phone. I saw mom wince when she heard dad’s voice while sucking her son’s cock.

“You know how she is pop. First she had to whine about some bullshit or other, then she had to shower, choose an outfit, do her makeup, change her mind about her outfit, redo her makeup to match the new outfit….then on her way out the door she told me she’s on this new protein diet that’s all the rage with the ladies at the spa. She said she needed to get one before meeting you, she’s probably sucking it down right now.” Mom struggled to remain quiet as I rammed my dick down her throat.

“Shit, another fad diet. Damn the last one cast me like $1000 bucks a month and she looked no different after 6 months. Fuck.”

“I don’t believe this one will be expensive pop, but it seems like she likes the flavor and will be drinking a lot of them. I don’t see her giving this one up anytime soon.” 

“GODDAMNIT!” He exclaimed. I need her to close this deal, she’s the fuckin’ key. This client likes her and well… Shit, I gotta go some drunk is hitting on my client.” The line went dead in my hand, and I started to laugh.

Mom renewed her efforts on making me cum, and in my relaxed state, I came fairly quickly. Luckily for her, I had drained my balls, into her ass not too long ago, giving her the lions share of three weeks worth of stored sperm, so mom was able to keep my whole second load in her mouth.

I pulled out of mom’s mouth and sat down in the recliner. She stayed put not sure what to do. “When dad falls asleep tonight, come into my room naked. And don’t think that dropping a nightie at my door counts. You will leave all your clothes in your bedroom and walk down the hall naked. Not even earrings or a beret in your hair. If I’m asleep when you arrive suck my dick until I wake up. If I’m awake, kneel beside my bed and await my instructions. Failure to comply will mean these pictures go to everyone you know.”

Mom nodded in understanding, and I waved my hand dismissing her. She stood up and left without another word. I started to channel surf looking for something to watch. About an hour later, I got a text message from my younger sister… 

>>>Hey, bro, I need 2 get sumting from home. Im guna swing by @ 7<<< 

>>> left keys @ dorm.<<< 

>>>Plz leave back door open KK<<< 

I responded… 

>>>kk sis. c u l8r<<< 

After unlocking the back door, I went up to my room to get some sleep before my mom came home. I was laying in my bed naked, too restless to sleep. I got up and began to copy the pics and vid from my phone to my computer, and backed them up on my Google drive. Once that was done I decided to watch the video I had made. After watching the video a few times, I started to go through the pics. I hadn’t realized how many I had taken, or how hot mom looked with her makeup smeared all over her face, her hair tousled, her eyes red from crying. I was getting hard again reliving what had happened.

I was debating if I should rub one out now, or wait for mom’s sweet pussy. My dick was screaming for both. I had just taken my hard cock in my hand when I heard the back door open and close. “Bro, you here” came my sister’s voice. A wicked idea crept into my mind. “Hey sis, I’m in my room and I need a hand with something…”