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This story is about Matthew, a teacher from a girl’s high school. You’ll find out how Matthew managed to change the way of how students dressed and act. This all started with Charlene.

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My Pride and My Vengeance: Ch. 1 Getting Your Foot in the Door.

What’s up, my names Taylor Fitzroy. I’m just your somewhat typical high school sophomore. I’m typical in that I go to school, deal with my dumb teachers, and I deal with my idiot teachers. I’m not typical in that I exercise and that I have real ambition. Not like these idiot that think they’ll go to Hollywood, be discovered, and be famous. My ambitions are not that superficial.
If you’re curious on how I look, well, I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a tall, muscular 16 year old. I have blond hair, blue eyes, and chiseled features. My so called friends say that my eyes look like I want to kill someone and my eternal smile, that I always have on, looks like I’m expecting something good, but the combination of the two makes me look like I’m enjoying getting revenge on some poor sap.
It’s the first day of my sophomore year at Rock Ridge High School and I just not trying to kill anyone… yet. I know what you’re thinking, and I do have anger issues that stem from my past. I’ll tell you more about that later, but in the meantime I’ll take about the present and presently I just want something to preoccupy my time so I don’t kill someone… yet. Due to my ambition, it has to something challenging, something few could pool off and above all, fun. And I think I found it.
My 3rd period class, U.S. History. The teacher’s name was a first year teacher, Robert Sanger. He looked like a man in his mid-twenties and had horn-rimmed glasses, but other than that he looked rather plain and unremarkable. History, not just U.S., was certainly a passion of his, he pretty much skipped the required introduction and started the lectures, he added tid bits of facts about some ancient countries blah, blah, blah. Though he may speak with a passion about history doesn’t mean I’ll actually pay attention to what he says.
Sometime during class he he said something about to me that just pissed me off and I decide I was going to amuse myself by constantly humiliating. Before I continue to tell you what he did keep in mind that I’m a narcissist, and of the two branches, healthy and destructive narcissism, I shamefully admit that I’m the destructive one. I try to force myself to the more healthy side, but sometimes my destructive nature gets the best of me.
Now onto what he did to me, during class he said “I bet you all didn’t know that the Americas was originally discovered by the vikings, but they failed to establish a permanent establishment.”
I replied, “I bet you didn’t know that we all don’t care and never will, but go on pretending that we ever will.” Some of my classmates gave laughing and shocked awes that I would say that to the teacher.
“Then should I give you your F now or give it to you when you flunk for not paying attention.” My classmates started laughing even louder. He damaged my pride, so now he must die now.
For the remainder of class I was thinking of a fitting humiliation for what he did to me. As we were leaving I saw something on his desk and it came to me, what is the most most humiliating thing a man can suffer. It is something so humiliating it shall forever damage his self-esteem, something that can ever ruin his life, and above all make him learn not to cross me. Once I saw his wedding photo I knew I had to take his pretty little wife and fuck her brains out. My eternal smile just became even wider as I leave his class.
***
Once I can home, I went to my room, I go to Facebook, and try to find his profile. It took some time, I didn’t think there would be so many Robert Sanger’s there are. Once I find it, I download his profile pick and use some software to find the precise location where it was taken and cross reference those coordinates with map quest to find where they live. I’m very tech savvy. They should really turn off the geolocating feature on their cameras, you never know who can find out where you live. Then I check out his and his wife’s profiles and learn her name is Lucretia Sanger and her job is a children’s novelist. Good luck with that one.
Once it’s about 8 o’clock, I sneak out and I jog to their house with some black clothes in my book bag. It’s a few miles away and I like to jog a lot. I suppose I could jack my neighbor’s car are again, but you never know how many times you can do that before you actually get caught. Though I do have a fall guy, he’s black, so they’ll get him instead of me. Sad, but true.
Before I arrive at their neighborhood, I change into my black spying clothes and jump their gate into the neighbor hood and sneak through the bushes so nobody spots me. After traveling few blocks through the bushes, I see their house.
The Sanger house is a large, freshly built, two-story building. My first thought on seeing the house is… How can they afford this place, it must cost a fortune!? I know it’s a buyers market out their, but still, he’s a freshly graduated high school teacher and she’s a children’s novelist. There is no way they can afford this place and they didn’t inherit it, it’s too new for that.
I sneak through their yard and look into their window and see those two at the dinner table. Lucretia looked like a sweet, innocent housewife. She’s a beautiful woman with ample tits and the face of an angel. What was she smoking when she married Rob? Damn, I want to rip those clothes off and fuck her in front of her husband.
They’re talking about something very import. Though I can’t hear them, I can still read their lips. To sum up their conversation, they’re talking something about credit card fraud, that explains the house, and not wanting to be found by the IRS for tax evasion. It seems to be Rob’s idea as Lucretia seems to be against it saying they don’t need a big house and what not as Lucretia wants them to buy everything with their own money that they earned.
After their talk, they head up stairs and get ready for bed. Luckily, there’s a tree right by their upstairs bed and bath rooms. Lucretia takes a show before brushing her teeth and heading to bed. As she does though, I take out my camera, zoom in and take pictures of her naked body. Pretty soon Rob joins her, with his small pecker, and get busy in the show, and I catch it all on tape. It’s quite important for what I have planned.
Afterwords I head home for some sleep. I need all the rest I can get for what I have planned for tomorrow.
***
After school the next day, I ask one of my friend to drive me near the Sanger house. Since her husband is still at the school for beginning of the year teacher stuff, I can have ample time to start my plan with his wife.
My plan to take her has three phases.
Phase one, arguably the most difficult and most important is to fuck her, or some other lewd shameful act, and make sure she won’t tell anybody. What makes this so difficult is if I go too far, she’ll call the cops or her husband and I go back to the Juvenile Detention Center. I’ll explain that one later.
Phase two involves me returning for another round and fucking her in a way that she’ll love it even more than her husband and also degrading her into a cock hungry slut. With my larger than average cock and my youthful stamina will give me an edge over him, plus there are somethings I’d like to try out on her.
Phase three involve showing him what I’ve done with his wife and how much she loves it. There’s no point in a secret humiliation, he won’t suffer. I am thinking about getting her pregnant though. If I get her pregnant with my kid, then he’ll suffer much more.
Now even though I have this plan, I must make sure my pride doesn’t make me think I can’t do something beyond my abilities. As Daddy says, “Make sure you you are capable of doing a job or else you’ll be in over your head.” I don’t like the man, but he has some good advice… sometimes.
I walk up to the front door and ring the door bell. Lucretia answers and she looks stunning with that black corset and miniskirt. Damnit, I want to rip those clothes off and fuck her right now. But I have to be patient.
“Hi, may I help you.” She says with a sweet smile.
“Yes, I have something to discuss with you, Mrs. Sanger.”
“Hmm, about what?”
“It’s a closed door kind of thing.”
“Umm, okay? Come on it.” She’s a little curious, but that’s still no excuse for letting a complete strange into your home. You never know what he might do once he’s inside. Hehehe.
Hmm, it may just be me, but the house looks even better looking at it from the inside, than looking at it from outside the window.
“Nice house. How could you afford such a nice place?” I like I don’t know.
“Oh, my grandfather recently passed away.”
“Hmm, and here I thought it was tax and credit card fraud.” I say teasingly.
The moment I say that she just stops for a few seconds, turns back at me with a serious expression and says, “What did you want to talk about?”
“Hmm, I think you know.”
“Did the Dukes send you?”
“No, who are they?” I wasn’t expecting that one. Who are they? They do kind of sound familiar “Oh, they must be the people you stole from.”
“How do you know about us?”
“I don’t think I’ll tell you. At least just yet.”
“What do you want? Money?”
“No, no, what I want is more simple and then I’ll be out of your hair for good.”
“Spit it out.”
“First, I want to see you naked.”
“Please don’t make me.” she says as she hold on to her clothes. “Don’t you want some money?”
“I told you to strip, now snap to it.” I command her. “Or do you want me to call the police”
She unbuttons her shirt and slowly takes it off. Next she takes off her shoes and unbuckles her belt so she can take off her pants. Now she’s only in her underwear and socks.
“There’s still more to take off, my pet.”
She then takes off her socks.
“You’re still in your underwear.” I point out.
“P-Please don’t make me.”
“Hmm, perhaps I should go to the police about your not paying your taxes and give your husbands student pics of his nude whore wife.”
“What did you say?” She sounds shocked. “About nude pics.”
“Oh, did I forget to mention.” I show her pics of her naked in the bathroom. “I even have photos of you and your tiny husband fucking in the shower.” I show her those two. Her face becomes bright red. “Now snap to it.”
She unhooks her bra takes it off. Then she takes off the final article of clothing she has, her panties, she slides them down her legs. Now she is butt naked, but she is covering her tits and cunt with her hands.
“I want to see your lovely privates.”
“Please anything but that!” tears are flowing from her face.
“Anything? How about you suck my cock then.”
“You know what I mean!”
“How about it I get naked, too.” When 5 seconds after I say that, I’m in my birthday suit and my six pack ab, my large biceps, and my monster, rock-hard cock are in full view.
The moment I take off all my clothes, her face grows bright red again and lets out an embarrassed shriek. Then she covers her face with her hands and looks away, but soon looks back as her eye peeks through her fingers and eyes my cock.
“You like what you see?” I smurk. “Do you know how big it is. Much bigger than your husband’s tiny thing.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She closes her the gap between her fingers in front of her eye. As she does so I take out my android and start recording this. “Rob has a big penis.” Now she’s either a liar or and idiot.
“By they, nice tits.” The moment I say that she drops to the ground and covers her tits. “You do know I’ve already seen them and have pic of them.”
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” She notices the smart phone and says, “No! Please stop recording this and delete all of that.”
“Yeah, like that’s going to happen.” Really, why would I delete these beautiful video? But I do need to draw a line, I can’t go to far on our first… session. I just need to go far enough and do something that will let me go a little farther, like comforting her a little. So I wrap my bulky arms around her and tell her, “It’s all right. I’m here.”
“Then let’s stop this.” But we’ve come so far.
“Not yet.” I put my index finger into her cunt and begin to rub her g-spot and I rub her clitoris with my thumb. The moment I do her body starts to release loosen up and also starts to get a little wet as well.
“Aaahh, stop! Please stop!”
“Sorry, but I can tell you’re enjoying this so much.” She is, she’s really starting to pant. Does her husband ever stimulate her sensitive spots? Or even know how to? “I would hate to stop it now.”
She’s enjoying this, but it’s not enough. I want her to know just what the difference between me and her hubby are. I grab her hand and pull it onto my hard cock. She is now feeling my manhood. What a lucky gal, don’t you think?
“Try stroking my cock.” And lo and behold, shortly after I said that, she started to slowly stroke my cock. It was a rather slow and weak for a hand job, or any job for that matter, but it’s a start. “That a girl.”
Lucretia’s face was so red from embarrassment and made such cute moans. I was pretty sure she was going to soon, so I grabbed her hand and made it stroke my cock faster. I wanted to cum onto her naked body to mark her like a dog marks it’s territory.
Well, soon enough she did cum, and almost passed out. She was lying on the floor, but I still made to give me a job. Well about 10 minutes after she came, I cum as well, damn my naturally long endurance. My cum sprays all over her face. Too bad her mouth was closed, I want her to taste my seed.
She started touching her in disgust. It’s like her face is saying, “What the hell did you put on my face.”
“Try putting it in your mouth. My seed taste delicious.” I tell her with the widest grin possible.
“No, now get out. You’re done right.” She says with a serious puffy face. “You said once you were done, you’d go away and I’d never see you again, right?”
“You’re right. I did say that. And I’m a man of my word.” I was lying, and if you know me well enough, you’d know that sometimes I makes promises just to break them. I grab my clothes, put them on, and tell Lucretia, “Good bye. And be sure not to tell anyone about this, not even your husband. I wonder what he’d think if he heard another man made your cum?”
As I walk out the I notice her tasting some of my cum. After I’m outside I look at my phone and look at what I just recorded. She forgot that it was still running. Well phase one of my plan went of without a hitch and on Friday I can carry on with phase two and actually go into that cunt of hers.
***
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One Step Ahead – Part 3

Starting to get into the sex. Lots more to come after this. Please let me know what you think. I appreciate the feedback whether it’s positive or negative.Part 3
Once I’d decided that I was going to get revenge on Mindy it felt as if a weight had been taken off my chest. I was going to find a way to release the rage and pain. I started going through my options for how to get back at Mindy.
The first thing that occurred to me was to physically overpower her. There was a unbelievable appeal to this; I was surprised how appealing the idea of controlling her was to me, but I was more than willing willing to work with it. Despite the initial appeal of the idea, the more I thought about it the more it seemed like it was iffy at best.
I had no desire to get into a war with Mindy where I would use my size and strength but she would use handcuffs or whatever else whenever I was sleeping. No, I needed to have something to hold over her head, I needed to find a way to make it so that should couldn’t retaliate.
Some sort of blackmail was the obvious solution, but I knew Mindy well enough to know her general actions on a day to day basis and I was fairly sure that she didn’t get up to anything worth blackmailing over. Besides, even if she was doing something, she was technically a single widow so how bad would it be? I doubted the repercussions would affect her even if I could dig something up.
I thought about financials too and while it was possible she was stealing money or something else that was wrong, it seemed incredibly unlikely. Mindy had cards with no limit and in her current life could do anything she wanted, she had no reason to steal anything. I also knew that she could just walk away if need be. My dad had made sure that Mindy would get enough money that she wouldn’t be strapped for cash for a long time, if ever, even if she left our lives completely.
I needed leverage that was undeniably wrong and associated with her as a person so she couldn’t just leave if the shit hit the fan. I figured the only thing like that would be a criminal record. It occurred to me that molestation was a criminal charge so what she was doing to ME was illegal… I was fairly sure that the age of consent in my state was 16 but there was no consenting in any of the things that Mindy had done to me. I needed to capture her in the act of abusing me.
I didn’t know yet how I wanted to go about catching Mindy in the act, but by my math I had some time to figure it out. My aunt and uncle would be home the following afternoon. I didn’t want a repeat of this morning so I’d just stay out overnight. I could crash at a hotel. So long as I was home before my aunt and uncle arrived I doubted that Mindy would make an issue out of it. That meant that if I could dodge tomorrow morning I would have two and a half weeks until my aunt and uncle were out of town again, leaving me alone with Mindy.
They were going to Japan or China or something for that trip and would be gone for two and a half weeks so I knew that I needed to have my plan figured by then or those two weeks would be a living hell for me.
I wasn’t sure where to begin looking for assistance on how to catch her but I knew someone who might know how to get me what I needed. I called my dad’s lawyer. I didn’t know Francis extremely well, but I knew him pretty well all things considered. He’d been at my birthday parties before and I know that my dad had considered him to be nearly family. Going to Francis to ask to put me in touch with someone who knew about covert surveillance would probably be an awkward conversation, but a 16 year old kid is probably a weird enough client that he’d just shrug it off to me being a teen boy. I was worried that maybe he’d tell my uncle, or, even worse, Mindy, but it was a risk I was willing to take so called him and to hell with the consequences.
His assistant answered after only a single ring. I asked her to put me through to him.
“Jason! This is an unexpected call. Before we get to what you’re calling about I want you to know that you don’t need to call my office. Let me give you my personal phone number, it’ll go right through unless I’m in a meeting or already on a call.”
He sounded genuinely happy to hear from me which emboldened me to get down to business.
“I’ll make sure to do so in the future. Francis, I have a couple of questions for you that are not in and of themselves wrong, but before I ask I need to know if our conversations will be passed on to anyone else.”
He paused for a few seconds as if to gather his thoughts before replying, “Jason, your relationship with your lawyer is one of the few relationships where you can tell me literally anything and be confident that I won’t say a word to another soul. After your father’s passing I’ve considered myself to be your lawyer. My invoices are paid by your accounts and any of our conversations, no matter the content, will remain between you and I without another soul knowing. Not your uncle. Not your aunt. Not your step mom. I really mean that. I hope that we have years left to work together, and I hope that we can be friends, but know that regardless of that nothing you tell me will ever be passed on to another soul.”
I didn’t quite breathe a sigh of relief, but I wanted to. “Well I’m very glad to hear that. I don’t think that I have any business secrets that can’t get out and I have no mistresses to hide from my wife, but I’m glad to know that when my life is at its worst I’ll have one place I can surely go.
“I have two questions to put to you. The first question is when are you free to grab a lunch. I’ve been out of touch with what’s happening and I’d really appreciate if you could take a few hours to explain to me where my business stands, how my finances are, and anything else you might think is pertinent for me to know. Second, I’d really appreciate if you could put me in contact with a PI who specializes in covertly, and remotely capturing evidence.”
“As to the first, I’m sure that we can make that happen as soon as this Friday, but I’ll have my assistant give you a call when we finish and she can give you more definite dates. I’ll make sure she knows it’s a priority to find a time that is convenient for you. As to the second, a few names are coming to mind but I’ll ask around to make sure I find the best. Are you looking to hire their services or just get a consult? If you’re looking to hire we can handle that for you,” Francis replied.
“I think that right now I’m only looking to get a consult but if I need to hire them for anything I’ll be sure to let you know,” I said.
We said our goodbyes then he put me on with his assistant to find a good date to get some lunch and learn about everything that was mine in this world (while I wanted to learn this I had other things on my mind so I pushed it out a few weeks). Not fifteen minutes after hanging up with his assistant I got a text message from Francis with the contact information for a PI.
I got a lot of good advice from the PI on how to monitor a room without anyone in it knowing that they were being watched and/or listened to. I was tempted to hire them to do the install but was afraid that my uncle would find out and ask hard to answer questions. Instead I just got them to order me what I needed.
After just a few hours I already had a plan mostly formulated and all that was left was to prepare it and then put it into action. I knew that everything had to be just perfect. I alternated between shaking with excitement at the prospect of succeeding in what I was planning and shivering with fear of failing or being found out.
I’d stayed out the night before my aunt and uncle got home. Mindy didn’t comment when I got home but she did give me a lascivious wink and a little shake of her ass. The first two parts of my plan were taking place simultaneously. The first was to begin preparations to catch Mindy. The second was to “allow” myself to be teased, but steadfastly ignore her. I needed her to be dying to push things even farther to get my attention.
Two weeks flew by. Summer always passes fast but this summer in particular seemed to skip June entirely and leap straight into July. After two weeks of close proximity to Mindy but not once slipping up and giving her the satisfaction of seeing me give in my lust I knew that she was again getting to a point of pushing the envelope. She started taking to wearing nothing but cut off shorts and a bikini top whenever my aunt and uncle weren’t around to witness it.
Her teasing started to pick up even when other people were present. I was watching a premiere league game with my uncle on afternoon (typical Yankee, I was a ManU fan and would often watch their games during the summer when hockey and football weren’t available), lying on the couch with my head on the armrest. My uncle was in a recliner at the end of the couch, on the end with my feet.
Mindy came into the room and made a little joke about boys and their sports (which was ironic because she was a die-hard Bears fan) then put her hands on my shoulders. I forced myself to not tense up at the unwelcome contact. My uncle joked back with her then went back to watching the game. As soon as his eyes left us she leaned down to rest her breasts against the top of my head then whisper into my ear, “Only a few more days then it’s just again sugar. You can’t stay out all the nights, eventually you’ll be mine.” She gave my ear a quick nibble and a kiss before straightening and walking out of the room.
I pretended to ignore her but in reality I was thinking to myself that she had quite the surprise in store for her if she thought that *I* was going to be *hers*.
After having two weeks fly by the last few days went at a crawl. I’d made all my preparations. I’d done more research over those two weeks than I’d done in the rest of my life combined. Now all I had to do was wait and examine and re-examine my plan looking for flaws.
The biggest weakness of my plan was that I needed her to *do* something before I had anything on her. There was generic teasing that she always did, but that was only inappropriate, not illegal. That meant that I’d need to suffer through another episode of her torturing me before I had anything on her. Every time I considered that my stomach would flip flop inside of me and I’d break out in cold sweats. I’d tell myself that it was only once more, but I was afraid that once more would be once more too many.
The day finally came when my aunt and uncle were leaving. They left early in the morning. Their driver was waiting to take them to the airport and Mindy and I were at the doors saying our goodbyes. As soon as the car was driving away Mindy took a step to get next to me, pressing her breasts against my arm and clutching me to her. She had her face pressed against my chest and she said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, “I’ve been waiting for this. You’re all mine for two weeks. I’m so very excited.”
I was staring down at the top of her head, daggers shooting out of my eyes, but I didn’t say a word to her. I knew this last day of waiting would kill me so instead of staying in the house I thought it’d be a good idea to head over to the Park and see if Keith, Larry and Tony were there. Sure enough, they were along with some other guys, playing pickup football.
I passed the day with them, although I don’t know that they were grateful for me to be on their team. To say I was distracted would be a huge understatement. I got home in the early evening and went straight to my room. I doubted I’d sleep anytime soon but sitting in my room would still be better than facing Mindy. I was scared to death of what I was about to put myself through, but excited at the prospect of maybe being only a day away from breaking out of the bondage she had put me in.
I hadn’t seen Mindy when I got home and she didn’t come into my room that evening. I must have checked to make sure everything was in place and in working order over a dozen times. I don’t know how I finally managed to get to sleep but I did. The last time I checked the clock there was a 4:30am staring right back at me.
Part of me had been nervous that she wouldn’t do anything to me the next morning (imagine that, nervous that she *wouldn’t* do something…) and that I’d have another day of anxiety. Those fears were unfounded. I jerked awake to feeling a pressure on top of me. Mindy had me handcuffed again, spread eagle on the bed. My waking conscious’ first thought, oddly enough, was to wonder how she’d managed to cuff me two different times without waking me.
Mindy was lying on directly on top of me, snuggling against my chest. She must have felt me wake up because she looked up at me with a cheshire cat grin on her face. She met my eyes and I felt simultaneously nervous and aroused. To my shame I could feel myself harden just meeting her eyes and seeing the passion there. I could also feel my heart skip a beat seeing that there was no mercy in those eyes.
She sat up so that she was sitting on my stomach reaching up to my head with her right hand and holding my head in place so that I couldn’t look away. She then bent down and kissed my left nipple, sucking it into her mouth and giving it a light bite. She kissed her way up my chest, up my the left side of my next until she was at my ear then she gave my ear the lightest of licks, almost as if her breath were somehow the thing actually giving the lick.
“I thought that maybe you would try to hide from me, I thought I’d have to wait a few days until you were brave enough to come back to my waiting arms, but here you are. I had no idea you would be so excited to see me again. We are going to have so much funnnnn,” she breathed into my ear. Her voice had grown in passion until the last words were almost a hiss.
Then she pressed her mouth against mine. I know it was technically a kiss but it felt more like a declaration of both passion and desperation. She kept kissing me but reached down with her left hand, grabbing hold of my hardness and squeezing it in her hand. She would pull her head away from kissing me just long enough to say a word or two so that her sentence came out in broken up gasps, “I can…feel…how hard…you are…waiting…for me…to ravish…youuuuu.”
Her hips had begun to grind against my abs. Her eyes had closed but mine hadn’t. I was mesmerized watching the passion in front of me. This was so different from the other times that it hadn’t sunk in yet that I was a still a victim. That thought crossed my mind, and, as if reading my thoughts, she abruptly stopped kissing me.
She sat straight up again and I noticed for the first time that she was completely nude. I forced myself not to drink in the sight of her but I would be lying to say that it wasn’t difficult to tear my eyes away. The problem with Mindy had certainly never been her beauty. She saw my attraction and it seemed as if that gave her energy, she drank in my brief appreciation, almost purring her approval of my looks.
She had never let go of my cock and been squeezing and pulling on it the whole time she’d been kissing me. She stopped now but only to slide herself down my body. She placed herself between my legs then looked me in the eyes. She no longer needed to hold my head to force me to watch, I couldn’t look away from her eyes and she dropped her head and put me into her mouth. She slowly sucked me into her mouth then I felt the scraping of her teeth against me as she pulled back off. It wasn’t very painful but it was a reminder that from here out this was likely not going to be a pleasant experience.
I was more worked up than I had realized because in only a few minutes I was already on the edge of an orgasm. She stopped her attentions to me, sitting back up. Instead of a painful squeeze to my balls this time she reached down to my feet and pinched the webbing between my big toe and the other toes on my right foot. It was certainly painful but distant enough from my cock that it didn’t do as much to reduce the orgasm.
That wasn’t the only way her “routine” had changed. She sat up on her knees looking down at me while I took deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart. For once she wasn’t looking me in the eyes but instead was looking at me as a whole. It wasn’t until later that I realized she was looking at me the same I had looked at her when I noticed her nudity.
I watched her hands which were pressed firmly against her rib cage just below her breasts. She ran her hands down pressing her palms against her sides, pushing them down to her hips then she slowly pushed her right hand to her groin. She moaned loudly when her finger made contact with her clit and as if someone had flipped a switch she immediately began to work on her clit in a frenzy. I’d never seen something so animalistic, something so sensual, and it turned me on to an almost painful extent watching her. In a way it was just as painful to watch and not be able to do anything as it had been when she was touching me.
She did that for a minute or an hour, I couldn’t tell how long it lasted but I also couldn’t stop watching. She stopped as suddenly as she had started immediately diving back down to bring me right back to the brink of orgasm. When I was almost there she lifted her knee up, kneeing me somewhat gently in the balls. Taking a knee somewhat gently to the balls still hurts like hell. She went back to rubbing herself, but this time not with the same frenzy.
She repeated this process multiple times but after the fifth or sixth time I could hear her quietly moaning to herself, “can’t cum, need to cum, can’t do it, need to cum.” It certainly looked to me like she was extremely close to cumming but maybe my perception was distorted by my own world enveloping need for release.
After the seventh or eighth time of her working on herself something in her snapped. She stopped rubbing herself and looked down at me. “You are going to make me CUM,” she said to me with something akin to anger in her voice.
She worked her way forward on her knees and I realized what she was planning. In a few more moments she was going to drop her hips and I would be buried in her. I was a virgin and maybe it shouldn’t have mattered after all the time she had spent blowing me, but the thought of losing my virginity this way was more distressing than anything else she had done to me. I had, of course, fantasized about losing my virginity. I had even fantasized about losing it to her some of the times she had me more worked up. Losing it this way was a nightmare, not a fantasy. I hadn’t realized how important it was to me until I was faced with the moment.
I started yanking against my restraints while shouting at her, “No! No! Please, PLEASE Mindy not that. Please don’t do that. PLEASE. It’s my first time Mindy, please!” Tears were forming in my eyes but my body wasn’t of the same opinion as my mind. My cock was as hard as ever and in a few more moments that would be the only happy part of me.
She paused when she heard that I was still a virgin. She looked at me and for a second I thought she was going to say something, for a moment I even thought that she would stop. Instead she grinned at me, I could see her face saying that she was relishing taking away my virginity.
She dropped herself onto me. She was incredibly wet. I slid all the way into her immediately. We both screamed. My voice was a mix of anguish and pleasure. Her voice was pure pleasure. She lifted her hips once and dropped them again then screamed that she was cumming. She repeated it over and over as if it were a miracle.
She lost herself to the orgasm, her hips started fucking against me, alternating between grinding and short thrusts. While her body shuddered with pleasure my own orgasm, withheld for so long, was on the verge of release. My entire body was tense, the cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into my skin I was pulling so hard on them.
When my orgasm hit me I let out a wordless scream. It was one of the best orgasms, if not *the* best orgasm, of my life but there was no joy in it. I was screaming but not with pleasure. I’d just been raped and my own body didn’t have the decency to not enjoy it.
Mindy had no such qualms. As soon as my cum started spurting into her she started saying with wonder in her voice, “again, I’m cumming again.”
I can’t have been cumming very long but it felt like minutes on end. When my orgasm finally stopped my entire body collapsed, exhausted. Mindy was right behind me, falling flat onto my chest, my deflating cock still held within her pussy. We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us still breathing heavily until she sat up and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“I’ve needed that for a long, long time Jason. Thank you for being so accommodating. You’re just so sweet to me! Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she said.
With that she set the cuffs to release in a few minutes, gave me a wink, and walked out of the room. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling until well after the cuffs had unlocked. I’d known what was going to happen this morning, or, at least, I thought I had. I’d willingly put myself into this situation. Was it my fault that it had ended the way it did? I wasn’t sure. Certainly my greed had facilitated things going the way that they had.
Eventually I got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of boxers then walked over to my computer. In my room I had four microphones and six fiber-optic cameras set up. Everything that had happened this morning was recorded. I had full audio and color recordings from all different angles. There would be no doubting on the film that this had not been a consensual act.
I still didn’t know if the price had been worth the goods, that was yet to be determined, but I’d done it. I knew had something I could use against Mindy. I already had backups of the files stored on multiple dedicated servers (I’d told myself this was ridiculous and unnecessary, but after what had happened today was glad there was almost no chance of losing this because there was no way I’d be able to do it again) and all that was left was proper editing.
I went about creating a video clip demonstrating just how incriminating the video I had was. I had a full day to work on it so I took my time, reviewing all the angles to make sure I always had the best one, the one that most clearly showed the rape. When I was done I was sure that it was good enough. I had my weapon. All that was left was to spring my trap. I was giddy with anticipation. I hadn’t actually done anything yet but it already felt as if she were mine.

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Detainee (part 3)

Lunk awoke to find himself strapped to an examination table in a brightly lit room with blindly white walls. The heavy scent of antiseptic told him it was a laboratory or medical facility but all he could see was the light directly above him. He had been led to a cell after he was taken aboard the ship and sleep had overcome him almost right away. He had no way of knowing how long he had been aboard the ship or where he was at the moment.
“You put something in my water!” Lunk yelled. He couldn’t see anyone but he figured someone was listening to him, watching him.
He felt cold. The examination table was hard and flat, he was strapped onto it with a heavy band of rubber across his chest and what felt like leather on his wrists. His feet were locked into heavy metal shackles that dug into his skin when he tried to move them.
“Whatever you want you won’t get from me!” Lunk said loudly.
After several moments of silence he heard stirring off to his left and whispers between at least two people.
“Relax,” a female voice told him. “Doctor Stone will be right with you.”
A soft mechanical hum began and the table started to lift his head up and out of the light. He blinked several times, adjusting to the normal light of the laboratory. He could see a man in a white sanitary suit talking to a woman in a nurse’s uniform.
“I won’t be your test tube,” he said, interrupting the whispering pair.
The nurse turned to him and smiled.
“Your DNA scan came back unknown,” the man said. He stepped closer, “So we wanted to have a better look at you.”
The nurse snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and helped the man do the same.
“Never seen a free man before?” Lunk quipped. He directed his next words at the woman, “Come let daddy show you what he got.”
“I assure you, we have seen more than the likes of you,” the man said. He directed the light to the top of Lunk’s head as the woman ran her fingers through Lunk’s hair, scanning his scalp.
“The name is Lunk,” the captive said plainly. “That’s all you need to know.”
The nurse shook her head and finished her scan. “No marks, machine code or tattoos on the scalp.”
“Just an ordinary genetic rebel,” the man noted.
“Nothing ordinary about me,” Lunk said. He turned to give the woman a sly grin and flexed his massive package. “Unless you all are hung like Lunk.”
The nurse bit her bottom lip. Her delicate features seemed to glow set against the stark white lab, her raven black hair gave her look an ethereal quality. It was a sight that sent an exciting chill through Lunk’s body and caused him to swell noticeably.
“One thing I noticed when I was giving the meat torpedo to that pretty little captain,” Lunk said, pausing to give them a chance to imagine the sight. “The thing I noticed is you modern military types seemed to be hard up.”
Lunk’s smile broadened when he saw the nurse bring her knees together tightly. “What happened? Military regulation frown on sex these days?”
“Fraternization is illegal, on or off duty,” the doctor said flatly.
“So things get really,” the nurse paused as her eyes fell on the captive’s fully engorged organ. “Hard.”
The man grunted and made a note in his handheld device. He continued working on the small computer as the nurse ran her hand over the big man’s body. She let her fingers run softly over his muscles, muscles covered by a thin, white, surgical suit.
“Nurse Rand,” the doctor started. “Please!”
“Yes Nurse Ran, please!” Lunk moaned.
Nurse Rand glanced at the doctor and moved her hands over the hard mass straining against the surgical suit.
Lunk let his head rest on the examination table. He flexed his hard cock, stiffening it as best he could, hoping the suit would rip and free his manhood.
“A little air couldn’t hurt,” Rand said as she leaned her head over the engorged member, running her soft pink tongue over the smooth white surface.
“You think?” Rand asked, looking up at the doctor and pressing her teeth against their captive’s stiff member.
Unanswered, Rand bit into the white material and pulled it back, allowing the huge man’s purple shaft to burst free.
“Oh yes!” Lunk exclaimed as the cool air rushed over his cock and it shot to attention.
Nurse Rand wrapped her mouth around the head of the giant cock, moving her head back and forth as she tried to take more of it in her mouth.
“I do think that is quite enough!” The doctor put his computer down and tried to take a more authorities stance.
“I don’t think she can hear you, doc,” Lunk laughed as Rand slurped and sucked on his huge member.
The doctor shifted uncomfortably as his nurse continued to work on the shaft of the large man’s cock.
“Looks like you’re starting to enjoy the show, doc.” Lunk said, noting the swelling in the man’s pants. “Just relax.”
Rand smiled at the doctor as she lifted herself onto the examination table, pulling up her uniform to reveal the thin strip of black underwear she had pulled tightly against her mound.
“Oh, I like the look of that,” Lunk said as she spread her cheeks and swallowed more of his giant cock.
Rand began grinding against Lunk’s muscular body and worked her mouth furiously over his pulsating shaft. Her grinding was making the captive giant crazy and he demanded to be released. She grabbed the huge member tightly and held it inches from her face.
“Why don’t you take your pants off so you can really enjoy yourself, sir?” Rand asked.
“Nobody has to know.”
“Yeah, doc. Enjoy the show.” Lunk laughed. “You know my rod is making your little dick hard with jealousy.”
Rand unzipped her uniform and threw her bra at the doctor, giving him a wink and a smile. She cupped her firm breasts in her hands and pressed them around the giant cock, moving her body back and forth.
“Maybe I’ll even let you fuck me,” Rand teased. “You know you’ve been wanting some.”
The doctor made a small swipe at his belt causing his trousers to fall to the floor. He didn’t bother to step out of them before he began stroking himself.
Nurse Rand smiled and said, “I knew you were hard.”
“Put it in your pussy,” Stone ordered. “I want to see you take the whole thing at once.”
“Oh my!” Rand exclaimed. “I don’t think I could”
Lunk laughed, “Give it a try. I bet you could.”
The nurse knelt above the giant purple cock, carefully positioning herself at the right angle and letting herself barely touch the tip. “Looks too big!”
Lunk just let his eyes roll back as the anticipation nearly overwhelmed him. His dick was pumping out streams of clear fluid as it throbbed against the nurse’s matted, sweaty pubic hair.
The doctor broke first, his frustration evident as he quickly lurched forward to grab the giant cock. He put his other hand on his nurse’s waist and brought her down hard on the giant member, seating it fully inside her pussy.
“Oh god!” Rand shrieked. “It hurts! It hurts so much!”
Lunk immediately started bucking against her, banging against the table as hard as he could to move his giant shaft in and out of Rand’s tight pussy.
“You’re ripping me apart!” Rand cried. She struggled to lift herself but the doctor held her down as Lunk continued to torment her burning mound.
The doctor grabbed her breasts tightly, biting them hard and forcing her body down against their captive’s steady, violent thrusting.
“It feels like you’re killing me!” Rand sobbed, her fists clenched. Sweat was pouring in to her eyes and her body was so wet her legs slipped off the table, causing her to rest her entire body weight on the humongous member.
Rand’s body convulsed once, then again. She began gasping for air as a wave overtook her body and she moaned involuntarily.
“The meat torpedo scores another direct hit!” Lunk shouted. He could feel her juices run over him and continued his vaginal assault.
The doctor stepped back to watch the stream of white body fluids pour out of his nurse’s pussy, furiously stroking in his own engorged dick.
“I’m going to fill your tiny hole up!” Lunk shouted as his body became rigid and his member began to push loads of white cum into the tiny nurse.
“Do it!” Stone ordered “Fill her up! Drown the little whore in a river of cum!”
The doctor’s member had turned bright red under his frantic pumping. He sneered, an almost maniacal sneer, as he began to shoot streams of cum over the examination table.
“Cum all over us, Dr. Stone!” Rand moaned. She could feel the two men’s cum on her, the thought of it driving her new another orgasm.
“I knew you were such a perfect little slut.” Stone said, smiling. He licked the cum off his fingers before resting his head against the nurse’s breasts.
Lunk was still jerking under her, Rand’s body pressing its entire weight on his shaft.
Stone grabbed the big man’s cock and stroked a few more streams of cum into his nurse and asked, “Are you through, yet?”
“I think the big oaf ripped me apart!” Rand whined. “I need a doctor.”
Stone examined her carefully, noting a small amount of blood on their captive’s member and said, “I think I can fix you up.”
Lunk watched as the doctor helped Rand off his member, less stiff now that its load was spent, then asked, “If I came while you were holding my dick, does that make me gay, doc?”

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Homegrown Fucking

I had 40 minutes of high-quality video fucking; I could have both put in jail for years but I didn’t call the cops. I could only stare at the final still scene, my daughter Delia, freshly fucked and fully sated, waving goodnight to her lovers; I couldn’t call the police on my own sons.

Sex Joke

DRUNK ON BUS

A drunk get’s on the bus and goes to the back of the bus. The driver goes down the street and a girl enters the bus and the driver says, “Tickle your cunt with a feather.”
The girl says, “What did you say?”
The bus driver says, “Typical country weather.” He does this about four more times when the drunk gets up and goes to the driver and says, “What do you keep asking these young girls?”
The driver says, “When a girls gets on my bus I ask if she tickles her cunt with a feather. If she says, ‘What did you say?’ I say, ‘Typical country weather.’ If she says, ‘Yes,’ I take her home that night.”
So the drunks asks if he can try. When the next girl enters the bus the drunk says, “Scratch your box with a stick.”
The girl replies, “What did you say?”
The drunk says, “Looks like rain.”

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Fantasm

Midnight Visit Ch. 2

After their encounter the night before, a whole new myriad of possibilities present themselves… This is all explanation from the previous chapter, and setup for the upcoming ones. Yes, it was meant this way!

Fantasy

Devil’s Island CH 1

This is a long story about several women and their fates. Not all is fantasy but based on personal experiences as a Master. Some is clearly pure fantasy, which is which is up to the reader to decide.

Fiction

The I-Room III

And so the debate continues as to what and who I am. Many consider me a madman, a debauched villain or a new form of evil. Mayhap I am, although I embrace the fact that all great innovators have shouldered such criticism. I prefer the term pathfinder or counselor, seeking out truth and guiding those in need to it…to allow them to grasp their true destiny and become the people they were meant to be.
Picture if you will the simple place of enlightenment. A room of minimal possessions…twelve feet by twelve feet, the only furnishings a queen sized bed, a common wooden chair and a small refrigerator. On one side is a locked steel door. On another is a small shower/toilet alcove. Here we will place the blind, to discover their own path to the light that is the truth of their souls. I call it the I-Room.
The Third: Jacob and Megan
They are so quiet in slumber, so peaceful. In a few minutes they will wake, to find themselves in the absolutely escape proof confines of the I-Room and trapped with each other. Father and daughter, Jacob and Megan.
Jacob is a white male, some forty-nine years old. In outstanding shape for a man his age…well muscled, at five foot, ten inches tall and 175 pounds, his middle age spread hold off by long, arduous hours of exercise. He is handsome in a stern sort of manner. He sports an old fashioned crew cut, a style still favored by members of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, an agency to which he belongs. As a Special Investigator for the FBI, he has been involved in the investigations of the “kidnappings” of my previous visitors and has come closer to guessing the truth than anyone else, although he has been routinely ignored by those who chose to forget the obvious. He attracted my interest and subsequent investigation revealed his qualifications for being a candidate for the I-Room. He has been divorced from Megan’s mother for fifteen years. He has never remarried.
Lying next to Jacob is his daughter, Megan. She is twenty years old and aside from hazel colored eyes, looks nothing like her father although indications reveal they have the same hard charging attitude in life. She is a lovely, young woman. Long, dark brown hair frames the face of an angel…an angel with full luscious lips. Her body is curvaceous and pleasing to the eye, her skin is olive toned, reflecting her mother’s Greek ancestry. She stands five foot ten and weighs maybe 160 lbs. Her trim figure is accentuated by firm and ripe 36C breasts and a taut heart shaped ass. Her waist is slim and her legs are long and slender. She is in a word, breathtaking.
Both father and daughter are clad only in underclothes. Jacob wears boxer shorts and Megan wears a matching set of thong panties and bra. They make a striking couple and I look forward to their stay with me.
Jacob stirs first. He opens his eyes, adjusting to the currently dim lights in the room. He realizes he is not at home. He sits up slowly, assessing the situation, his eyes widening as he realizes it is his daughter lying next to him. He swings his legs off the bed, moving gingerly as his intelligent eyes take it the room. He stares at the chair next to the bed, and then notes the refrigerator. Standing, he walks carefully over and peers into the shower alcove. Jacob walks the perimeter of the room, stopping at the steel door. He notes the absence of a door handle, but runs his fingers along the seam of the doorway. He nods to himself…a grim look on his face and in a low voice says, “Damn it.”
He returns to the bed and sitting next to his daughter, he stares at her with concern, worry and love…and perhaps something more. Finally, in a gentle manner that belies his gruff appearance, Jacob shakes his daughter’s shoulder. “Megan? Megan, honey, wake up.”
His daughter stirs, rolling over still half asleep. Jacob shakes her shoulder again and more loudly says, “Wake up, Megan. We’ve got trouble.”
“Nooo, Daddy…wanna sleep,” sighs Megan. Then her eyes snap wide open as she realizes she is with her father. “Dad? What are you doing in my…” She takes in the I-Room, then looks at her father. “Where the hell am I?”
Jacob shakes his head. “I don’t know for sure…but I have an idea. Stay calm, Megan.”
“Stay calm! I wake up in a,” she takes a look around. “A fuckin’ dungeon or something and you say stay calm?” She scoots off the bed and stomps around the room…stopping at the steel door and looking for a handle or knob.
“Yes, Megan. Listen to me for once. I think we’re being held prisoner by a very disturbed person.”
I know my cue when I hear it. “GOOD MORNING, SPECIAL AGENT. GOOD MORNING, MEGAN. WELCOME TO YOUR HOME FOR THE NEXT LITTLE WHILE.”
Jacob tries to spot the speaker my voice is coming from. “You’re the Creep, aren’t you?” Megan’s eyes go wide and her lovely face pales at my sobriquet that earlier visitors bestowed upon me and that the media has embraced.
“VERY ASTUTE, JACOB. OF COURSE I WOULD EXPECT NOTHING LESS FROM SUCH AN ACOMPLISHED INVESTIGATOR.”
Megan edges closer to her father, fear etched on her face. “The Creep? Dad, what’s he going to do with us?”
Jacob’s jaw visibly tightens and he trembles with anger and frustration. “I don’t know, Megan. Just stay…” He starts to say the word calm, but recalling her earlier reaction to his adage, stops.
“PLEASE, DO NOT BE AFRAID, MEGAN. NEITHER YOU OR YOUR FATHER HAVE ANYTHING TO FEAR FROM ME. YOU ARE SIMPLY MY GUESTS FOR A SHORT TIME.”
“But why? Are you like the news says? You just get your rocks off making us be nude together,” Her moods according to my investigation indicate she is mercurial and she demonstrates this most capably…going from anger to fear to anger again.
“YOU ARE HERE TO LEARN, MEGAN. TO LEARN ABOUT YOURSELF AND YOUR FATHER AND TO LEARN WHO YOU ARE TO EACH OTHER.”
“To learn about my Dad?” Megan’s voice is full of disbelief. “What’s to know? My father’s a jerk! I hate him!”
Jacob flushes and strides across the room. “Megan, control yourself. We have to stick together…we don’t know what this…Creep will do.” He reaches out to take Megan by the arm, but the young woman flings his extended hand away and stalks off to the opposite corner.
Jacob watches her intently as she strides away, her thong exposing her naked butt cheeks as she swings her taut ass haughtily. For several seconds, Megan’s father is almost mesmerized by his daughter’s mostly naked body. Megan turns abruptly and sees him staring at her. Jacob’s blushing face turns a darker red and he spins around.
Looking up at the ceiling, he says, “Surely you realize you’ve taken this too far? The bureau will use every resource available looking for me…they will find us.”
“I DON’T THINK SO, JACOB. I FEEL VERY SECURE THAT YOU AND MEGAN SHALL HAVE ALL THE TIME NECESSARY TO SEEK OUT THE TRUTH TOGETHER. NEVERTHELESS, FEEL FREE TO GATHER ALL THE CLUES YOU CAN. BUT, YOUR TIME CAN AND I HOPE WILL BE BETTER SPENT.” I confess I am feeling abundantly confident.
Jacob asks me a few more questions, but I kill the microphone, feeling that continued conversation between us at this time will be counterproductive to what needs to take place between Jacob and his daughter.
Jacob finally gives up with questioning dead air. He prowls around the room, pointedly ignoring Megan as he seeks answers to questions that have no answers.
He stops and finally sits on the bed, glancing over to the corner where Megan leans against the wall, not realizing how sexually provocative she looks…her long, toned legs on fine display while her crossed arms are accidentally pushing her breasts upwards, causing the firm, heavy globes of flesh to almost overflow her low cut bra.
Jacob sighs heavily. “How have you been, Megan?”
“What do you care? I’m at school. I cash your checks every month. I don’t call and remind you that you’ve got a daughter you parked in boarding school since she was fourteen.”
Jacob’s face reddens with anger. “That’s not what I’ve done, Megan. It was the best solution given the demands of my job…what the agency wants.”
Megan snorts. “Oh yeah…your job! Your job didn’t force you to dump me in that boarding school before I was fourteen. We had a lot of good years together after Mom left. Then boom, I’m getting dropped off at St. Caleb’s School for unwanted kids!”
Jacob stands up and starts towards his daughter. “Now that’s just not fair. My job…you needed stability and you got a damn good education when you weren’t getting thrown out of schools.”
“Oh yeah, Father! I got a great education and no family while you were off pretending to be Sherlock Holmes and chasing women.” Fearless, Megan stands nose to nose with her father, both now yelling.
“That’s not true!” Jacob replies, glaring down at his daughter and sneaking peaks of her cleavage as well. Megan stands on tip toe, bouncing up and down as she argues, not realizing she is making her pert breasts bounce enticingly. Angry as Jacob is, his boxer shorts began to tent slightly. He suddenly feels his penis hardening and pressing against the cotton material. His face reddens further and he spins away from his daughter.
“This is so useless, Megan. We have to be a team and cooperate if we’re going to get out of this situation.” Jacob sits down on the bed, dropping his hands in his lap and tries not to look at his barely clad daughter. Megan barely contains an interested smirk as she eyes her father’s obvious erection.
It is an old argument between these two. Megan was five years old when her mother and Jacob’s wife left them, obtaining a Reno divorce and never attempting contact again. Jacob did a fine job raising Megan, balancing home life and work like an artist until Megan turned fourteen. As Megan neared her first year of high school, Jacob abruptly and without warning enrolled her at a boarding school nearly five hundred miles from their home in Maryland.
Needless to say, Megan did not take it well. She turned from a studious young woman into the school rebel. She was expelled from her first boarding school at age sixteen, following a string a dangerous pranks and a scandal involving an older male teacher. By the time she graduated from High School, she had been expelled from two other schools, both times for sexual scandals involving middle-aged, male teachers. My research also indicates that in the two colleges she has attended in the last three years, she has had affairs with five male professors, all over the age of forty-five, one event leading to a divorce.
On the other hand, Jacob has, despite Megan’s charges to the contrary, been almost celibate, devoting his life to his career. His primary outlet for sex, are a few very discrete call services that cater to political and government agencies that he apparently only frequents when the pressure is too much.
For the rest of the day, father and daughter studiously ignore each other, although both take sneaking peeks of the other. As I dim the lights for the evening time, they both gravitate towards the bed. Jacob hugs the right edge of the bed as they settle down for the night. Megan slides towards the center, rolling onto her side and facing her father. In the dim light, she appears to be studying her father’s rather muscular body as he seems to ignore her, staring up at the ceiling.
“Goodnight, Megan,” Jacob whispers in a low, uncertain voice…maybe afraid that speaking will start another argument.
“Goodnight, Dad,” she whispers back. A few minutes pass quietly. Finally, Megan reaches out with one hand and closes it around her father’s hand. He starts slightly, not expecting it, but takes her hand. Silence continues until Megan’s eyes finally close and she begins to softly snore.
Then and only then, does Jacob turn and stare at his daughter. There is a father’s love in his eyes, but much more. His eyes roam hungrily over his daughter’s lithe body…staring at her with the hunger of a starving man. He catches himself several times reaching out with his hand to caress her. Jacob mutters, “Damn it,” under his breath and turns away from her…his free hand moving down against his again tented shorts and rubs his cotton covered erection with regret before he finally falls asleep.
The next morning, Jacob awakes early, the habits ingrained from many years of rising early every morning. He explores the shower alcove, emptying his bladder and then, glancing continuously back at his daughter, takes a quick shower. Finished, he stands and lets himself air dry while staring hungrily at Megan…his cock hardening again, until he begins to stroke himself, halting only as Megan sighs and begins to stir. Hastily and with some distaste, Jacob dons his old shorts. When Megan awakes a few minutes later, she finds her father vigorously doing pushups.
He studiously ignores her as she wanders to the alcove and sitting on the toilet, pees without shame, staring at her father’s muscular form. She smirks as she wipes herself and then drops her thong panties to the floor. “Good morning, Dad!” she murmurs as she removes her bra.
Not glancing up, Jacob grunts, “Good morning, honey.” Megan frowns as he doesn’t look up and she turns and turns on the shower. I am interested in Jacob’s self control now. He tenses up as he hears the water running. A minute passes, then two. Jacob’s resolve doesn’t crumble until well into the third minute of his daughter’s shower.
Jacob glances up, his eyes widening as he gets his first glimpse of Megan’s naked, adult body. Soap suds cling to her nubile form, emphasizing her body, rather than concealing it. He stares at her high, proud breasts, nipples hard, standing out like erasers on the tips of pencils. He eyes travel downward, over her flat stomach and further south to discover her dainty pubic hair, shaved to a small rectangle above her vagina…labia lips fat and at this moment, slightly parted and glistening from the soapy water.
Megan’s father raises his eyes upward and gasps as he sees Megan looking back at him, a slight smile on her face, her hazel colored eyes offering a hint of possibilities. He is aware that his cock is suddenly fully erect and he turns away, sitting up with his back to his daughter and with some difficulty, begins to do sit-ups. Megan frowns at his sudden movement, but the frown quickly morphs into a naughty smile.
Jacob is still doing sit-ups when he hears the water shut off. Silence fills the room for long seconds until interrupted by Megan’s voice. “To hell with this thing!” she says and Jacob pauses in his workout when Megan’s bra flies over his head to hit the wall, followed quickly by her thong panties.
He stares at them like they are holy artifacts and after long seconds says, “Um…Megan, what are you doing? Put your, um…clothes back on!”
From behind him, he hears his daughter reply, “Like hell I will. You want to wear the same bra for more than a day, be my guest. Same goes for my thong…two days that thing has been up my ass…I am so over that!”
Jacob climbs to his feet and slowly turns. His daughter stands naked before him, running her fingers through her long, dark hair, trying to clear it of tangles. Jacob stares at his daughter and snaps, “Goddammit, girl. Get some clothes on! We can’t go naked here!”
Megan rolls her eyes in derision. She steps forward towards her father and cups her breasts, squeezing them as she approaches. “Hello! They’re just breasts, Dad! You know…boobs, knockers, titties? Everybody has ’em! Just tits, Daddy…no big deal!”
Jacob takes a step backwards for every step she takes toward him. Megan releases her breasts, one hand sliding downwards and between her legs, fingers slightly parting her already blooming vaginal lips. And it’s just a vagina, Father! You know…pussy, twat, cunt! No big deal…I’m sure you’ve seen your share of pussies, huh Dad?”
“For Christ’s sake, Megan, control yourself. Put your clothes back on!” Jacob stammers, absolutely flustered.
“Being naked is no big deal, Dad!” Megan fires back. “And it’s sure better than walking around in nasty underwear. Besides, if the news guys are right…and us getting naked is what gets this Creep off, then maybe the sooner we get naked, the sooner we can get the fuck out of here!”
Megan turns around and returns to running her fingers through her hair, leaving her father to stare at his daughter’s taut, shapely ass cheeks. He almost groans when Megan suddenly bends over, letting her hair fall over in front of her face as she works to get the tangles out. In doing so, she exposes her pussy, her labia parted to reveal wet, tender cunt flesh.
Jacob unconsciously rubs the front of his bulging shorts, seeking relief no doubt, from the powerful ache I’m sure he is feeling. He turns away, facing the opposite wall and says, “You…I mean we can’t do this, Megan. Put your clothes back on.” All he gets from his daughter is a snort of derision.
He walks over and picks up Megan’s panties and bra. He stares intently at his child’s soiled thong panties and for a moment his nostrils are flaring so much that I almost expect him to bury his nose in them and inhale her scent. Instead, he turns and stalks up alongside his daughter, his eyes roaming over her still bent over form, and he says as he holds out her underwear, “I’m your father, now do what I say!”
Megan straightens up and steps closer until her hard nipples are almost brushing her father’s bare chest. “Read my lips, Daddy,” she snarls with disdain. “NO!” She steps away from him, walking along the walls of the room. “I’m naked until I get some clean clothes, so deal with it, Dad! Stare if you want to…look away if you want. I don’t care!”
She ignores him while he stands there for several minutes with her wadded up underwear in his hands and then with an evil grin, says. “I don’t care if you go naked or not, but those shorts are starting to get rank too!”
The rest of the morning is spent in an uncomfortable silence. Jacob tries to ignore his naked daughter, but time and time again, he finds himself staring at Megan’s beautiful body. Megan doesn’t make it easier, not attempting any kind of modesty…she sits or lies down as she feels appropriate…legs often spread carelessly, showing off the moist, pink treasure between her thighs.
Shortly after lunch, Jacob takes his daughter’s underwear into the alcove and washes them out as she watches with amusement. He wrings them out and brings them back into the room and hangs them over the chair to dry. Megan is stretched out on the bed, looking radiant in all her delicious glory. Jacob’s eyes roam over her body. Megan looks at her wet undies, laughs and says, “I don’t think so!”
Jacob’s daughter eyes the almost constant bulge in her father’s pant. “I think you need to get out of those shorts, Dad. They smell and it looks like things are anxious to bust loose anyway!” She reddens at her slightly risqué remark and grins up at her father.
Jacob’s eyes widen at her remark and he starts to raise his hand as if to slap her, then he checks himself. “I can’t believe you’ve become such a slut. I’m ashamed of you.”
Megan laughs and gives him her middle finger. “How would you know, Father dear? You’ve ignored me for the last six years. How the fuck would you know what I am?” Her voice is an attempt at lightheartedness but is thick with bitterness.
They descend back into silence…a silence that lasts long into the evening. Jacob makes of point of ignoring his daughter, but taking every opportune moment to peek at her nude body. Megan says not a word, but will stare at her father daringly every single time she catches him looking at her. Not until long after I’ve dimmed their lights does the silence break.
Both father and daughter are lying prone on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Jacob works himself up to speak, the tension evident in his clenched jaw. “I’m sorry I called you a slut, Megan.” After a long silence, he continues. “Goodnight, Megan. I-I love you.” He reaches out a hand to his daughter.
With a soft sigh, Megan whispers back, “I know, Daddy. Good night.” She lets her arm drop from her body and she takes her father’s hand for a moment, letting her fingers slip over his as if she was wiping them off. She rolls over away from her father, who is running his fingers over the wetness he suddenly feels on them. He brings his hand to his nose and sniffs. His nostrils flare widely even as his semi-erect penis stirs. He glances over at Megan and then hesitantly licks his fingers. Jacob groans and his cock stands at full mast, jutting out against his soiled shorts. He had no clue that in the almost darkness, his daughter has been fingering her pussy in a slow and lazy fashion.
Several minutes pass. Jacob’s erection does not waver in the slightest. He can’t seem to stop bringing his fingers to his nose. Finally, he eases off the bed and walks quickly into the alcove. His fingers are a blur as he stands over the toilet masturbating quietly but furiously. It doesn’t take long and he explodes; his huge wad of cum splattering noisily into the commode bowl. He bites his lower lip and tries to remain silent. On shaky legs he returns to bed, turning away from his daughter’s naked form.
He doesn’t see his daughter, still awake, an evil smile on her lips.
The next morning, Jacob awakes first again. He gets up and relieves himself. He stops at the entrance to the shower alcove and stares at his daughter, sprawled on the bed. His cock hardens again and he turns and turns on the shower, shucking his shorts. I admire his restraint as he resists more than a few strokes of his aroused, swollen organ. He ends the shower and is about to pull on his dirty shorts when he glances into the room.
Megan is awake and sitting up, her arms wrapped around her pulled up knees, intentionally or accidentally exposing her almost bald pussy. She shakes her head in disgust, saying, “You should just let it go, Dad. Those things are almost stiff enough to stand up by themselves.”
Jacob finishes pulling them up, grimacing as he does. “And you should cover up. Your things should be dry by now.”
Megan rolls over and pulls her underwear from the chair. She fondles them and sniffs them and then drops them to the floor. “They’re still damp and they smell funky. Ain’t no way I’m going to wear them.” She rolls back over, raising one knee up, offering her father a splendid view of her vagina. “And your shorts look pretty damn nasty, Dad. Take them off. We’re both grown-ups now…it’s no big deal being naked. You don’t have anything I’ve not seen before.”
Jacob stands there for a moment and then sighs. He is a man who doesn’t like to concede defeat, but three days in those shorts have rendered them very unpleasant. In an abrupt motion, he shucks them off again and in disgust, kicks them into a corner.
It is Megan’s turn to widen her eyes. Jacob’s cock is fully erect, pointing straight out from him towards her. As he feels her eyes upon him, his long, thick penis jerks to an even more upright position, almost slapping him in the stomach.
Megan climbs from the bed and strolls by her father on her way to the shower. She smiles as she reaches out and brushes his arm with her fingers. “Okay, Dad. I admit I was wrong. I haven’t seen anything quite that big before.” She giggles and rushes off to the shower. She takes a long, sensual shower, taking her time to soap up her body, caressing herself until her spying father looks ready to explode. Megan struts around wet and naked when her shower is over as she again uses her fingers to get the tangles out of her hair.
As her father ogles her body, she loudly complains about the lack of a hair brush. Getting a painful strand of hair cleared, she looked up at the ceiling, “The least you could have done, Creep, is left me a fucking hairbrush!”
I key my microphone and reply, “NOTED, MEGAN. I’LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO.” Megan jumps, startled at my voice. Even confined, a day or two without my voice and it is so easy to forget I am there.
“You scared the crap out of me!” she growls. She looks around at the ceiling…searching for a camera. “Are you happy, Creep?” she asks. “We’re naked! Are you getting a good look or do you need a better peek?” As she did when she confronted her father the previous day, she manhandles her breasts, lifting them upwards as if offering them to me. I’d be lying if I said my mouth wasn’t watering at the thought of sucking her lovely, uprights mounds of flesh.
Before I can reply, her father rushes across the room and grabs her by the arm. “Stop it! We don’t know what we’re dealing with! We don’t know what will set him off!”
Megan angrily jerks away from Jacob. “Back off, Daddy! You do what you think is best, I’ll do what I want!” She bounces away from him and leaps into the bed. “Hey, Creep! How about this? Is this what you want?” Rolling onto her back, Megan extends herself into a spread-eagled position, her labia lips parting. I think she’s terrified, angry, and turned on all at the same time. “How’s that for a beaver shot, huh? Is this what you were hoping for?”
“YOU’RE VERY LOVELY, MEGAN,” I reply. “BUT, I DO NOT REQUIRE ANYTHING OF YOU, BUT TO BE MY GUEST FOR A SHORT WHILE.” I cut the mike off and resume my observation of father and daughter.
Jacob is furious. He towers over his naked daughter, shaking a finger at her like he scolding a naughty child. “That was so stupid, Megan!” he says. “We haven’t a clue about who or what this guy is. We don’t know what might set him off. We know he’s released two families, but for all we know, he’s kidnapped and murdered dozens of others.”
Jacob’s words seem to be reaching his daughter, but in his ire, he goes too far and says, “So straighten your act up, Megan. Quit walking around acting like some street whore and act like the young lady I raised you up to be!”
Megan erupts in furious rage. “You didn’t raise me up to be anything, Father! You dumped me off to be raised by housemothers and nuns, Father! I’ll be and do anything I want! If I want to be ‘ladylike,’ I will. If I want to be a fucking slut, I will!” Megan glares up at her father, her face bright red with anger…and something more. “If I want to fuck the Creep, I will! If I want to fuck myself in front of you, Father, I will!”
As she says those words, Megan thrusts three fingers between her already blossoming cunt lips, ramming her fingers deep in her moist hole. Megan’s face contorts with the pain of the forceful thrust and from the pleasure of it as well. Through clenched teeth, she gasps, “A-And, Father, dear, there’s ahhhh, nothing you can do about itttahhh, unlessss you want to ahhhh, j-jack offfff!”
With astonishing fury, Megan begins to thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy in a blur of motion. Her other hand slides upward to her left breast and she teases her hard, pebble like nipples. All the tension of the past few days seems to be focused on her fingers plunging in and out of her wet, slick pussy. There is anger on her face…and lust…and need.
Jacob stands there for long seconds, his mouth gaping open in astonishment as his daughter writhes and twists on the bed as she finger fucks her wet snatch. His body trembles with desire and indecision. His mouth moves wordlessly until finally he manages to rasp out, “Megan…stop. This is awful. It’s wrong…insane.”
Megan is bucking upwards with her hips. “There’s ahhhh nothing bad going onnn, Daddddyyy!” she pants. “If…if there’s something wrong about mmmm, pleasuring myself…ahhhhhmmm, why is your dick hard, Daddy?”
Jacob is startled as he realizes that again his cock is so stiff it is slapping at his stomach. He spins away, staggering against the nearest wall. He rests his head against the cool concrete and tries to close his eyes, but he can’t…unable to resist the urge to turn and look at his masturbating daughter time and again.
Megan’s pleasure grows, building, urged on by her anger. She adds a fourth finger, almost fist fucking herself. Sweat pours off her naked body, making her fair skin glisten. Her moans give way to sobs of joy. Jacob cannot stop staring and his right hand wraps around his swollen cock and begins to stroke.
Tears run down Megan’s face as she watches her father masturbating as he watches her pleasure herself. “Do I make aaaagoddd, make you hard, Daddyyy!” Her four fingers have her labia split wide…showing the juices that are absolutely pouring from her wet twat. Her fingers are thickly coated with her cunt cream.
I hold my breath as both approach climax. Jacob is now crying as well, his hand working in a blur up and down his shaft while Megan struggles for breath, taunting and urging her father on!
“Do you…yesssss! Do you likeee watching meee ohhhhh Dadddyyyy! Am I making youuu cummm?” she gasps in a ragged, lust ridden voice.
Jacob sobs and then begins ejaculating, his seed splashing against the wall. He struggles to continue standing as his knees begin to buckle. His eyes never leave his daughter.
The sight of her father ejaculating sends Megan over the edge and she shrilly screams, “DADDDDYYYY!” and goes into orgasm, her body going into helpless spasms as she buries her fingers inside her wet pussy, pressing them deep into her womb. Her body is wracked with waves of ecstasy for long minutes, before she collapses in a sweaty heap. Father and daughter stare at each other, both gasping for breath, both taking deep draughts of the air laden with the mixed, heady scent of their desires.
I wonder if this is the moment. Their gasps for air fade, giving way to the most strained silence the I-Room has ever experienced. Jacob wipes tears off his face…expressions of shame and desire warring for control of his face. His eyes bulge with hints of madness and I fear for the success of this particular experiment. He staggers over to the chair next to the bed, takes it and turns it towards the wall and sits down.
Megan curls up on her side, watching him, her facial expressions a mix of ire and need. I wait for one to say something to the other, but neither speaks. The silence lengthens…seconds growing into minutes growing into hours. Megan watches her father intently for some sign…anger, love, lust, I’m not sure. Jacob rarely glances her way, although when he does glance over, intense longing seems to be the overriding emotion on his face. Lunch passes and both eat in silence…they take supper in a quiet that is almost deafening in its intensity.
Megan spends the early evening hours roaming along the walls of the room, looking like a lioness on the prowl. She seems to shine with carnal need. I can almost smell the scent of her aroused cunt. A sexual flush seems to cover her entire body. Her nipples are hard to the point of throbbing. Jacob huddles in his chair, exerting as much self control as a man with a raging erection can.
When I finally dim the lights, Jacob slumps to the bed and collapses…his hard-on waving in the air as he stares up at the ceiling. A few minutes pass and Megan climbs up onto the bed, edging close to her father, lying on her side and staring at him. Long minutes will pass before Megan whispers, “I love you, Dad.” She reaches out a hand and rests it on her father’s chest.
Jacob sighs at the touch of his daughter’s hand. “I love you, too,” he mutters back in a voice thick with emotion. He doesn’t move though. I really expect something to happen, but although both remain awake a very long time, neither one speaks or makes a move. I wait until both are sound asleep and then add something to the air mix to ensure several restful hours of slumber. I then enter the I-Room and leave a little gift.
The next morning begins as the others have begun. Jacob is up first. He quickly notices the item I’ve left. He picks it up, studies it, shakes his head and returns it to where he left it. He showers and walks around, letting the air dry his naked body, ogling his daughter’s beautiful form.
Megan awakes to her father looking at her, his cock standing up at attention in tribute to her loveliness. Her face is a mixture of emotions as yesterday’s events are remembered. Anger, Love, Embarrassment, Lust. Almost self consciously, she slides by her father, saying, “Good Morning,” in a quiet voice as she passes him…his erect cock almost brushing her thigh.
Jacob tries to smile and in a hoarse voice replies, “Good morning, honey.” He watches her hungrily as she sits and pees and then showers. He sighs unhappily like a man who knows what he wants, but doesn’t know how to get it.
Megan is aware of her father openly staring at her and her eyes are drawn again and again to his long, thick penis which actually grows a bit more as she lathers up her body. She spends a good deal of time soaping and washing her vagina, labia already blooming to reveal the tender, pink flesh beneath, running her fingers over and through her already aroused pussy.
She emerges from her shower engaged in the now daily ritual of trying to use her fingers to comb out the tangles in her long, black hair. Jacob clears his throat and says, “Um…the Creep left you a present, I think.” He reaches over and picks the hairbrush off the wooden chair and offers it to his daughter.
Megan squeals happily and her smile is so sweet and engaging, one could easily fall in love with her. “I can’t believe it. He actually gave me a brush!” She spins and bounces around, joyfully, a beautiful sight that makes my slight effort worth the time spent a hundredfold. Megan looks up at the ceiling and shouts, “Thank you, Creep!”
I key my mike and reply, “YOU’RE WELCOME, DEAR.” I click the microphone off, choosing not to engage them now. Despite my little gift, the tension in the room is incredibly thick. I suspect that today things will happen.
Megan happily begins to brush out her hair while her father watches her with a slight smile. Soon enough, she encounters some serious resistance, as in just a few short days, she has developed some nasty snarls in her hair.
Jacob watches her struggle with the tangles for a few minutes and then says in a low voice. “I could help you with that, Megan.”
His daughter turns and looks at him, her expression one of surprise and skepticism giving way to a pleased, almost shy smile. “I’d like that, Dad,” she says in a quiet, almost childlike voice…the first really peaceful words she has spoken to her father since they first awoke here.
She takes a seat in the wooden chair and her father takes the brush and standing behind her, begins to brush the tangles out of her hair. There are several sharp tugs and a few winces and whimpers from Megan before the tangles are gone. Jacob continues to brush her hair as it dries from her shower. Both seem at peace for the first time, although the sexual tension is still thick within the room. Although both father and daughter are calm, they both appear aroused.
Megan’s nipples are hard, pebbly things and her legs are slightly parted, revealing her blossoming cunt lips, her pink meat glistening with sexual excitement. Jacob’s penis is rock hard and is slipping between the wide slats of the chair back to poke his daughter in the back, although Megan shows no outward sign of the contact.
As Jacob works, Megan’s hair regains its glossy sheen. “This is nice,” purrs Megan.
“Yes, it is,” murmurs her father in reply as he strokes her hair again and again.
“I used to love it when you brushed my hair after my bath when I was younger,” says Megan. “That was my favorite times.”
“Mine too, sweetheart,” says Jacob his voice full of love and regret.
“I remember that last night on Martha’s Vineyard; we were staying at that beach house on vacation when I was fourteen. The weather had been so wonderful…we’d played on the beach all day long and you took me sailing, Dad. Remember that?”
Jacob smiles and nods his head. “I remember, Megan.”
“That last night, we sat on the deck and watched that storm off shore…lightning flashing on the horizon. I’d taken a shower and we were sitting in that big deck chair and you brushed my hair for what seemed like hours. That was the most perfect moment of my life,” said Megan in a small voice.
“I was so happy and in love with you, Daddy. I knew you loved me…I could feel it just like I can feel it now.” Megan’s voice begins to rise…suddenly I can hear the anger building up.
Abruptly she stands up and swings around on her father. “And two fucking weeks later, you dumped me in that fucking boarding school!” She shakes a fist at her father, who backs up abruptly. “Why? Why did you abandon me like that? What made you stop loving me?”
Jacob’s face is etched with misery as he stammers. “I never stopped loving you. I, uh, I did what was best…you needed better looking after because of uh, demands of work!”
“BULLSHIT, DADDY!” screams Megan. “I loved you! I was in love with you! You were my everything…my life! And you fucking abandoned me!” She rushes her father and begins to pummel his chest with her fists.
Jacob is appalled by the onslaught. He reaches out and grabs her by the wrists. “No, Megan, don’t!” he begs. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. I didn’t abandon you. It was for your own good!”
Tears flow down Megan’s face as she says, “How could leaving me be for my own good! I loved you…I thought you loved me and you went away…even in summer, you kept me in boarding schools and camps! Why?” She screams her question into her father’s face. “WHY?”
Shame flows across Jacob’s face as he mutters, “Because…because I loved you too much. I was afraid of what I might…might do to you!”
Shock widens Megan’s eyes. “Do? Do to me? What do you…?” Realization flows into Megan’s face. She breaks loose one hand and grabs hold of her father’s enormous erect penis. “You were afraid of fucking me with this thing?”
His face bright red with embarrassment, Jacob nods silently.”
This does not mollify Megan. “Fine…that explains things when I was young, but…” Her voice trails off and she squeezes her father’s cock till he moans and she is again nose to nose with him. “What about once I turned eighteen? YOU KNEW I LOVED YOU…EVERY GUY I EVER FUCKED I WAS PRETENDING IT WAS YOU!” She is sobbing now.
“I loved you so much…if you loved me, why didn’t you come to me and deal with how you felt…how I felt!” Megan releases her tight grip on her father’s cock, easing to a gentle stroke. Suddenly she leans forward and kisses her father roughly, her tongue running over his lips and forcing its way into his mouth.
Jacob grunts and tries to back away, running into the wall. “Megan, stop…we …we can’t do this.”
Megan pursues like an unstoppable force. “Tell me you don’t want it,” she says. Megan again kisses her father, thrusting her tongue hungrily into his mouth even as she slowly strokes his hard dick. Jacob groans and responds to the kiss, releasing her other arm even as he offers his daughter his tongue. They kiss passionately for a long minute.
Jacob breaks the kiss, gasping. “It’s wrong, Megan. You’re my daughter…you can’t…”
Megan grins evilly at her father. “You want it,” she hisses and suddenly drops to her knees. “You want your daughter to do this…you want your Megan to suck this cock, don’t you, Daddy?” Megan takes her father’s penis into her wide open mouth, sucking his cock with experienced ease. Up and down, her head bobs as she takes more and more of Jacob’s cock, until her lips are brushing his pubic hairs. The whole time, Megan is looking up at her father with soulful hazel eyes that match his own.
With a loud smack of her lips, Megan releases her father’s cock from her lips, a string of saliva and precum linking father and daughter, cock to lips. “You like it don’t you, Daddy…you like your baby girl sucking your big cock!” There is anger in her voice, and sarcasm, and underneath it all, hopefulness.
Jacob is speechless and he can only groan as he watches Megan return to his cock, sucking and licking with mad abandon…sucking him as if at any moment, this precious thing that she has longed for, for so many years, may yet be denied her. His cock becomes slick with his daughter’s saliva, her eyes always looking upward, even as his fingers intertwine in her luxurious black hair, urging her to move even faster up and down his swelling cock!
Jacob cries out in sudden orgasmic pleasure and Megan makes gobbling sounds as she expertly drinks the hot, creamy semen of her father that suddenly explodes into her mouth. Despite her obvious and experienced talent, so much man cream is flooding into her, she can’t swallow it fast enough and thick globes escape her luscious lips and oozes down her chin. Jacob’s knees buckle and only by leaning against the wall does he manage to stay upright. He sobs with joy and love, “Oh my God, Megan! I love you! I’ve dreamed of you doing that!”
Megan is still working furiously and does her level best to not allow her father to grow flaccid. She sucks his cock, milking every last available drop of sperm even as she maintains his erection. Satisfied with his erection, she releases him and falls backwards, now in a horizontal position, propping herself up by her elbows. Megan grins at Jacob through cum smeared lips and sneers, “Is that all you ever dreamed of Daddy? Don’t you want a little of this?” She relaxed onto her back and spreads her legs even as her hands spread wide her labia lips, revealing her sopping wet cunt flesh. Her inner thighs glisten from her freely flowing pussy juices. She thrusts her pelvis upwards, offering herself to her father. “Didn’t you ever dream of fucking me, Daddy?”
Jacob’s eyes widen and with a feral growl, he is upon his daughter’s body, kissing her passionately as he climbs between her legs, cock hard and seeking shelter in Megan’s hot, steamy cunt.
They literally catch me off guard. I barely have time to key the microphone and speak before Jacob can thrust his cock into his daughter’s vagina.
“THE MOMENT OF TRUTH IS AT HAND!” I announce as I release the magnetic lock on the door, allowing it to swing open. “YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE BASIC TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELVES. YOU MAY PROCEED TO EXPLORE THIS NEW ASPECT OF YOUR LIVES OR YOU MAY CHOOSE TO LEAVE.”
Megan gasps, thrusting her pelvis up in an effort to capture her father’s cock with her clasping pussy. She looks over at the open door in shock and dismay. Jacob gazes at the door for long seconds, frozen immobile, his erect penis brushing the wet, tender edges of his daughter’s labia.
Megan moans and whispers, “No, Daddy, please!” She flings her pelvis upwards, enveloping her father’s swollen cockhead in her pussy. “Fuck meee, Daddy. I’ve waited for soooo long! Fuck me now, Daddy!”
At the sensation of Megan’s hot, slippery cunt flesh, Jacob turns and looks down at her with lust glazed eyes. With a wordless snarl, he thrusts his cock into Megan’s pussy, burying himself inside her to the root in one swift motion. He wiggles his hips and then begins to piston himself madly in and out of his daughter’s cunt.
Megan screams in joy, pain, and delight, as Jacob pounds his cock into her pussy again and again. Her legs rise up and wrap around his back, heels digging into his taut ass cheeks, urging her father to sink his cock into her, more deeply and more quickly!
Father and daughter kiss passionately, tongues dueling, licking and biting at each other like lust maddened animals. Their incestuous lovemaking is virtually wordless at this point. Groans and cries of sexual abandonment fill the air.
I grin to myself as I realize both are oblivious to the fact that they are making fierce love on a cold, concrete floor with a polyurethane coating. What pain they might be feeling from that is overwhelmed by the fierce carnal dance they are performing.
Megan’s fingernails tear down Jacob’s back as he bites and tugs on her engorged nipples. Her fingernails dig in to his butt above her feet, urging him to fuck her harder. Their bodies are slick with fuck sweat and with Megan’s juices which are literally pooling beneath her raised ass. With each stroke of her father’s cock, a stream of cunt cream pours forth…his cock is coated with her juices. Megan leaves love bits all over her father’s chest and neck, drawing blood several times. Like cats in heat, their lovemaking is intense, passionate and violent, building in intensity as they approach climax.
Tears are pouring down Megan’s cheeks, so powerful is the incestuous pleasure coursing through her body. As she begins to writhe under her father’s strong body, she manages to sob, “I…Love…You…Daddy!”
Jacob sobs helplessly, so swept up in the moment that he has dreaded and dreamed of for years. At his daughter’s words, he can contain himself no more and with a shout of ecstatic triumph, thrusts deep into Megan’s pussy, and begins to cum inside his daughter’s womb! Megan’s orgasm detonates as her father’s seed bathes her insides and father and daughter clasp each other’s sweaty bodies tightly as they ride their incestuous orgasm to completion.
As they return to Earth, Jacob, his cock still tightly clasped by Megan’s pussy, rolls over, allowing his panting daughter to rest atop his heaving chest. Between gasps for air, father and daughter kiss, tenderly one moment, passionately the next. Megan’s slender legs drape down on each side of her father, revealing a wet pussy, jammed with cockmeat and dripping semen. Her labia visibly tremble with the little orgasmic aftershocks that continue to ripple over her body.
Still teary-eyed, she whispers to her father, “I love you, Dad! I’m coming home. I’m leaving school and I’m coming home forever. I’m not going to spend another day without you, Dad.” She squeezes his still stiff cock for emphasis as she kisses him and whispers, “I’m never letting go of you, Daddy!”
Jacob kisses her tear-streaked face, nodding in agreement. “I love you too, Megan. My sweet little darling, can you ever forgive me for all the lost years?” he sighs, barely in control of his emotions.
His daughter kisses him tenderly…all anger seemingly vanished. “Just keep making love to me, Dad. As long as I’m in your arms, everything is alright.” Again she massages his cock with her cunt for emphasis.
Jacob growls again and sits up with Megan in his lap now. Carefully with his hands on her hips and her arms wrapped around his neck, he moves into a kneeling position and then with great caution he slowly rises to his feet, his daughter still impaled on his immense erection. Megan moans softly as he walks them to the bed, her legs now wrapped tight around his waist, her juices running heavily, leaving cum drops on the floor.
With the same care, Jacob eases himself and his daughter onto the bed, his cock never leaving her wet, tight pussy! With amazing tenderness, Jacob begins to fuck his daughter, slowly thrusting in and out of Megan’s jism drenched cunt. Father and daughter make love slowly. What had been violent animal passion earlier is now pure love expressed between Megan and her father…love on every level, joining them body and soul. In awe and appreciation, I gaze upon the purity of incestuous love as Jacob and his child become one being, perfect in its erotic simplicity.
This bout of lovemaking between the newly joined father and daughter lasts and last…Jacob steadied by two previous orgasms lasts for a long time. Megan mewls and coos words of love to her father between orgasms. The room becomes humid and thick with their sweat and scents as father thrusts his cock into daughter’s steamy wet pussy again and again, daughter thrusting her body upwards to meet father’s thick meat slipping inside her hungry cunt.
As time passes, Jacob rolls himself and Megan over, placing her on top. His daughter grins lewdly as she moves her legs to a squat position and begins to piston herself up and down on her father’s swollen penis. Sweat drips off her face, long, black hair swaying as she rides Jacob, her firm breasts jiggling enticingly. A last orgasm begins to grow inside of her and she sighs, “I love you, Daddy!” before becoming slack jawed, eyes glazed with incestuous joy as she begins to orgasm and orgasm and orgasm. The view of his daughter quivering with incestuous ecstasy while impaled on his massive cock is too much for Jacob and he thrusts upward one last time and begins to fill Megan’s womb with his thick semen again.
Time seems to stand still as daughter and father are locked together in orgasm. Finally, Megan collapses on top of her father. She whimpers as Jacob’s penis finally succumbs to weariness and deflates and slips from Megan’s semen packed cunt with a wet plop. Jacob kisses his daughter’s tears away and both fall into a deep, restful sleep.
They awake several hours later in each other’s arms. They both smile and kiss. I see no visible signs of shame or remorse. They cuddle for a long time before noticing the “honeymoon” gift of champagne, fruit, and cheese, I have left them.
As they examine my gift, I finally speak. “IF I MAY INTRUDE,” I begin. “I WISH TO THANK YOU FOR THE PRIVELEGE OF SEEING THE TWO OF YOU MAKING LOVE. IT WAS INSPIRATIONAL TO SAY THE LEAST.
“You’re welcome,” replies Megan in a subdued voice.
Jacob stares up at the ceiling for a long time before responding. “Is this what you do? Bring family together so they’ll commit incest? Is that what happened to the others?”
“I WILL DECLINE TO ANSWER THAT, JACOB. ALL VISITORS TO MY I-ROOM DESERVE DISCRETION. WHAT OCCURS IN THE I-ROOM STAYS IN THE I-ROOM.
Jacob cocks his eyebrow in curiosity. “But you brought us here hoping that we’d fuck…um, have sex?”
“I BROUGHT YOU HERE TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELVES. THAT IS MY ULTIMATE GOAL FOR ALL MY GUESTS. TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT THEMSELVES…TO FULLFILL THEIR POTENTIAL. IN THE WORLD OUTSIDE, THERE ARE SO MANY BARRIERS THAT PREVENT US FROM SEEING THE TRUTH. THAT STOP US FROM PERCEIVING WHAT IS TRULY IMPORTANT. HERE, IN THIS ROOM, MY GUESTS CAN FACE WHAT IS REAL AND TRUTH AND ACT ON THE KNOWLEDGE GAINED.
“DO YOU, JACOB, REGRET WHAT HAS HAPPENED?”
Jacob blushes a little, but turns and puts his arm around his daughter’s waist and kisses her on the lips. “No. My only regret is denying my feelings longer than I should have.”
“AND MEGAN, ANY REGRETS?”
Megan shakes her head, smiling happily. “Only that you didn’t bring us here earlier. All my wishes have come true.” She says this even as she slips a hand down and begins to fondle her father’s semi-erect penis.
“What happens now, Creep?” asks Jacob.
” FOR THE NEXT SEVERAL DAYS, YOU WILL CONTINUE TO BE MY GUESTS…TO CONTINUE EXPLORING THE NEW WORLD YOU HAVE ENTERED. CONSIDER IT A HONEYMOON, MY GIFT TO YOU. AFTERWARDS…AFTERWARDS IS UP TO YOU. YOU HAVE LEARNED THE ESSENTIAL TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELVES. WILL YOU REMAIN LOVERS?”
“Yes!” says Megan emphatically! “Now that I’ve had him, I’ll never give my father up!”
Jacob grins and shrugs his shoulders. “I’ve learned I’m not going to win any arguments with her.”
I laugh in agreement. I bid them good day and remain quiet, allowing them to resume their discoveries of each other. And discover each other they do. I observe as they treasure each little discovery of each other. Megan astonished at how accomplished her father is at cunnilingus, seeming to know exactly where and what to kiss and tongue, seeking and finding every special pleasure spot of her pussy, making her cum so powerfully, that she literally showers his face with her pussy juices.. Jacob ejaculating in disbelief at the marvelous control his daughter has over her cunt muscles. I am enraptured watching both discovering that they are each anal virgins and their efforts to explore that aspect of their sexuality.
Theirs is a splendid and entertaining relationship to watch. Daughter a liberal, Father a conservative…they argue about everything, but in the end, always making up with passionate, incestuous lovemaking.
A week passes in which Megan and Jacob hungrily feast on each other, becoming inebriated with newly discovered depths of incestuous love. Their last night they go to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, bodies slick with fuck sweat. They awake in bed in a good hotel near their home. They talk a long time, astonished that they are suddenly free. They talk about what they are about to face and how to deal with it. They end with a last, passionate bout of lovemaking.
The media storm explodes as Jacob alerts his superiors of his return. His position as an agent of the FBI makes the media frenzy more frantic than ever. But, (and I am pleased to hear it), both father and daughter parrot the same testimony as my previous guests have provided. No mention is made or even hinted of their newfound relationship.
When questions of sexual activity are asked, Jacob relies on the discretion of the brotherhood of law enforcement to quash such speculations. Privately, the officials challenge Jacob on what happened, although he and his daughter stick to their specific stories. His role as an investigator in the previous episodes is speculated as a possible motive as to his “abduction” as well, leading authorities to place surveillance on the investigators as well.
As the media circus pulls up stakes and moves on to the next big story, Jacob quietly submits his resignation, ending a distinguished twenty-eight year career. He and his daughter move to Boston where he uses his reputation and contacts to begin a security consulting firm. Megan works as his personal assistant. At home, they are living as husband and wife. Each continues to surprise the other with their sexual skills.
Six months after their visit to the I-Room, I send my attorney to them to give them a deposit book for five hundred thousand dollars and an offer to live on my remote island, free from discrimination and ignorance. Much to my representative’s surprise (and mine as well), Jacob refuses the money and the offer to come live with us. He flatly tells my attorney that while he appreciates that I have helped Megan and him to find a new life together, he finds the thought of taking money distasteful, perhaps even unethical. He also informs my representative that Megan and he are quite happy with their new lives and to thank me for that most valuable gift.
I am saddened that they haven’t chosen to share their lives with my special community, but am happy knowing that they have taken the huge step to realize their full potential as each other’s lover. I will always take care to watch Jacob and Megan. Their lives are worth taking note. In the time that has passed they have become closer…both as father and daughter and as lovers. So far, their union has borne only the fruit of their own happiness. But I know that more benefits will come. Megan has asked her father to give her a son.
Once again, I deem the I-Room to be a success. I will continue forward and anticipate the I-Room’s next visitors.

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Alexandra’s Dildo and her Little Brother 2

“Do you think this is alright Andrew? Taking my dildo and rubbing it around your asshole? That stuff turns you on huh?” I said as I decided I was going to boss him around to get what I wanted. I stood up, “Now go get some tissues or a towel and you’re going to clean this cum of my leg” as he ran around not being able to find anything in sight he took off his shirt and pulled down my pants. With my still soaking wet panties in his face he rubbed my thighs, then my legs as he continuously apologized I could see the boner appear in his pants again. “Are you getting some thrill out of this? Gosh Andrew your more sick then I thought”
“Yeah, I know Alex. It’s just that, it’s just that I haven’t ever seen a girl in real life before like you that’s why. I’m sorry.”
His pleas actually made me feel sorry for him and I said the stupidest thing I think I could
“You’re a dirty boy aren’t you? Okay fine Andrew lick the rest of your cum of my leg” He looked at me in shock disgust and panic as he did not know how I would react if he didn’t follow my orders. He began to look his own cum of my leg and as he moved up my thigh he got really close to my blue panties and I did not stop him. He began to lick over my panties as I quietly moaned. “mmmmmmmmmmm” I snapped my fingers and he moved back as he was close to licking my pussy through my panties. “So you really like doing dirty things like this huh? I can sure see it gets you excited” as I pointed to his boner in which he moved his hands over.
“Alright this is what’s going to happen, you’re going to go to your room(Which was in the basement) and wait for me, I’m going to shower and decide what I should do with this dirty behavior I just witnessed” As he got up and turned around I mentioned, “Oh and Andrew, no more masturbating till I get back down here” that’s all he needed to hear as he patiently waited in his room as I pulled my pants back up and walked around with soaking legs from my little brothers cum and saliva. I ran upstairs and headed to the shower. Once I was inside I remembered I forgot my dildo so I quickly took my shower and dried myself up as I quietly sneaked through my living room without arousing attention from my parents who were in the kitchen talking I opened the door to the basement and quietly made my way down the stairs. I could hear a buzzing noise now and new that Andrew was using it. I went down the stairs past the sitting room and saw his door cracked opened as I saw him again rubbing my dildo around his asshole as he masturbated.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??? Didn’t we just have this talk hardly 20 minutes ago as I walked in and looked at his computer which had Facebook open with a picture of me covering his screen. “Andrew this is twisted”
“Look Alex I know I’m so so so so so sorry I promise I did not mean to it was just the licking thing and all that you know?”
“Ya I do” as I grabbed the dildo from his hands and turned the vibrator mode to full and ran it over his asshole as I made a circular motion. He was shocked and so was I at what I just did as I started to run it over his ball sack and back to his asshole. He just stared at my hand hovering around his asshole as he shot load after load towards his man boobs.
“Here let me repay the favor from you cleaning up your own cum” as I was wearing a skirt I ran my hand up to my waist and pulled down my panties and took the inside fabric of where my pussy lied and rubbed it all over his chest to collect the cum I then put my panties back on. I took of his pants that were dangling around his ankles and laid him down on his back lengthwise across the bed as I took the vibrator and ran it over his nipple then over his cockhead. His body jerked a bit as I circled over his cock head collecting the pre-cum from his dick onto the vibrator. I then lifted the vibrator to my mouth and licked it clean and then I put the vibrator in his mouth as he licked it clean.
“Alex can you, you know? Rub me down there??”
I shook my head and as I said, “NOPE! You can do that ill do you one better. One you’ll appreciate more. Here bring your legs up” as he raised his legs in the air I told him to touch himself as I rubbed the dildo all around my mouth and ran it over his asshole again. I decided to be friendly and kissed his asshole and spit all over it for the surprise as I pushed the tip of the dildo into him as he screamed
“AHHHHHHH” he shouted
“Hey quiet down mom and dad are upstairs!”
“Sorry Alex”
As I was licking him his balls got in the way and I licked those to. Not knowing what possessed me to but I placed my hand over his hand as he was jerking off and just held it as I moved the dildo in and out of him. Right as I placed my hand he came and it flew into the air and landed on his stomach and my hand. I licked it off, “Sleep good tonight Andrew because tomorrow I’m not going to basketball practice so I will see you after school!”
I let him keep the dildo in his room as I walked back upstairs and closed my room door as I undid my skirt and let it fall to the ground. I sat on my bed with no bra on just the cum soaked panties from earlier and masturbated my already wet pussy with his cum and fell asleep. The next day afterschool I ran home and rushed to the basement where my brother already was in the nude.
I ran to his room and gave him a hug and felt his boner in his pants I unzipped my dress and I was wearing nothing underneath. No bra no panties just my B cup boobs and a tight pink pussy to which his jaw dropped as he shot his cum at my leg again. I scooped it up with my hand and rubbed it on my pussy as I sat indian style on his bed I told him to pass me the dildo. I started to shove it in myself right infront of him when he suddenly grabbed it and started to push the dildo into my pussy. I rubbed my clit as he continued while jerking of his own cock. Just as I was climaxing I started squirting everywhere and my brother pulled the dildo out and charged his head to my pussy to try to drink all the fluids that were coming out of there as he put his lips to my pussy hole. I enjoyed being eaten out for the first time as his tongue swirled around and his nose started sniffing at the scent of my pussy.
“Hey do you know what you’re doing right now??”
“Yes im licking you”
“No stupid its called eating me out. That’s what your doing. You see this (I pointed at my clit) flick your tongue around that. Girls really like that”
“OHHHH YEAHHHHH, yesss sweetie, that’s the spot” I started screaming and moving my body and humping the air almost as the bed started to make noises and my naked and flat but rubbing on his sheets I started to flex my abs as I came and my brother quickly took the dildo and shoved it into me to make things even better.
“How did you know what do right there?”
“I didn’t I just thought you would like the feeling of the dildo”
I laid there silently after my climax just looking at the situation we were in, I stretched my flat long body out as I lied beside my chubby little brother, I then got up and picked up my skirt and my dildo. I started walking to the door.
“Hey Alexandra can you teach me about sex?” my little brother asked me.

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