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Aothors name: Caesar (caesar69@my-dejanews.com)
Story Title : The Maid - PART 2 of 2
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This devious tale is about the new maid that comes into
the house and seduces the father, then wants more!
This pleasure didn't last very long, for just as I was
beginning to thrust upwards into her descending mouth,
and my pleasure growing to grand measures, she pulled
her face off me. Without opening her eyes, she quickly
stood and bent over the edge of my desk. It was a large
wooden desk and could easily hold our combined weights,
though with her round buttocks raised high, and her back
arched downwards, I knew exactly what I wanted.
My cock stood up at an angle and didn't even shake as I
stood. I could hear Ti's whispered words just as I was
about to aim my sex machine into her, "God...I need you
inside me...hurry!" With that I was merciless and
didn't care if she was prepared for my thrust or not.
I pounded into her like a spear into a prey. Ti let
out a groan of delight that I suspected escaped my
office - my secretary must have heard.
I grasped the ponytail and pulled it back, causing the
pretty young woman to arch her back even more as well
as lift her face far up into the air. I began to
rapidly slam in and out of the wet warm confines that
my cock had discovered. She was speaking in time to
her body getting slammed, "I...want to...stay with...
you...forever! Fuck...me..." And I barely noticed, but
the words did register as she said, "I love you!", over
and over.
It was the second time I had entered her wonderful
vagina, and like the first, I found it heavenly and
didn't have any intention of leaving. I wanted to
flood her insides with my boiling sperm. She in turn
was practically begging for the same. Yet I remembered
her words the first time we had fucked and pulled out
from her cunt, extracting a loud moan of displaced
pleasure.
"Come here and suck my cock Ti." I sat back down and
she quickly retired to her kneeling spot before me.
First she licked me, daintily enjoying her own flavor
and juices on my hard organ. When I was clean, she
looked into my eyes, with what I can only describe as
lustful love then said, "I will go anywhere you want,
do anything you want, but I don't think you should
leave your house." I watched her take a lick at the
pre-cum from the head of my dick and then savor it.
"You never did anything wrong, I think you should stay
and she should leave." Ti said "she" so venomously
that there was no doubt what her own feelings were
about my wife. "She will not argue if you can prove
she is screwing her own son." I shivered in disgust,
just as my maid again swallowed my cock. I knew she
was right. I was not the one having an incestuous
affair in our home, nor should I leave the house I
worked hard to buy. Linda should be the one to leave,
the one to suffer. All I needed was proof.
My orgasm was not long in coming, as my cock twitched
inside Ti's mouth. She sucked even harder as she at-
tempted to extract the juices of our joining.
Chapter IX
I soon purchased an auto focus, auto forward, quiet
camera. My plans disgusted me, yet I knew them to be
important if I wanted to keep everything that I ever
worked for. Ti was again the maid, our actions were
innocent and nothing could be taken out of context,
meaning I didn't attempt to fuck her again, yet almost
daily I received a sexy phone call from Ti, her husky
voice sexily talking with me. She also agreed to help
me.
After a week of waiting and watching Ti and I were only
able to get a few pictures. Linda, my wife, was sun-
bathing as she usually does on a hot sunny day, and my
son was rubbing lotion upon her skin. Innocent enough,
except the photo action suggested more when my son bent
forward and kissed my wife's near-naked buttock. Then
in a later photo, while she was upon her back, he again
bent forward to give her a kiss, this time on her round
covered breast. The best picture was seconds later when
his teeth were playfully pulling her nipple and bikini
top several inches upwards from her chest, while Linda
had a huge playful grin on her face.
They were certainly suspect, but as Ti said, the photos
were not enough to prove incest. I agreed, then made
better plans to capture the affair between my wife and
son. Firstly, I attempted to be around my son very much
for the next few days, assuming that his own sex drive
would be the downfall of my wife. Then I "disappeared"
for a whole day, making sure everyone in the house knew
it. My daughter was to be away at a friend's house, and
Ti had the day off. The plan worked perfectly when I
watched my son's school, and saw that he left only mo-
ments after I dropped him off. Obviously, I was hidden
and he hadn't any intention of going to classes that
day. In fact, my son rushed home to "mommy".
I was angry, hurt, and more than a little disgusted when
I walked around my house and saw that my wife and son
were heatedly kissing in the backyard. Silently I holed
up in the shed, a perfect hiding spot since, it had a
dusty cracked window that overlooked my yard. My camera
clicked a few times until I held back for the "perfect"
pictures to present themselves. I couldn't hear my two
family members as they necked upon the sturdy lawn chair
for which I was almost thankful.
My son's hands were all over my wife; her breasts and
buttocks, hern long strong legs, even the fabric cover-
ing her crotch was pressed up almost inside her. She,
on the other hand, already had his young cock out and
was squeezing it continuously. They were laughing and
giggling between wet kisses. Tongues slid in and out
of the other's mouths, and even over necks and into
ears.
My heart was beating furiously as I took a few more
shots of this spectacle of my marriage. I didn't have
long to wait - obviously both were in a passionate mood
since they hadn't even disrobed before Linda pushed our
son onto his back and mounted his raised staff. I could
see very clearly through the camera lens as she pulled
aside the crotch of her bikini panties and with the
other guide my son's rigid prick into her. My wife was
almost a demon, as her body bounced violently above the
lad, her buttocks jiggling deliciously as I had often
seen over the years. Her breasts were pulled from be-
hind her swimsuit and a mouth was pressed against the
dark round nipple. What a picture that gave me! I snap-
ped away.
I missed the moment when my son must have orgasmed
inside his mother, as I was frantically reloading the
camera, but I could see that he was exhausted while
Linda was giving him more tender attention. I waited.
To cool off after the short violent fuck session in the
sun (Linda loved the sun), the two of them entered my
pool. They splashed and played, as if they were young
kids, for a short while until Linda locked the young man
with her legs and arms. I had played with her several
times over the years and I knew that she was not satis-
fied yet, and only one orgasm would temper her excite-
ment. It wasn't over yet.
Quickly, Linda pulled the boy from the water and into
the house. Before they reached the bedroom, he pulled
his mother down to the floor and promptly shoved his
prick into her ready hole. I shot a few more pictures
from a close window as his backside jackhammered again
and again between Linda's spread legs. This time I
could see that my wife was achieving the orgasm that
she had desired so strongly. She lay sweaty and tired
beneath her son, while he pulled his dripping member
from her and placed it between her large round white
breasts. This gave me several more pictures as I watched
him fuck Linda's chest, until his white seed shot upon
her upper chest and even into her mouth and chin.
I figured that I had more than enough, and I felt like
throwing up, yet when I was about to turn about and
leave the way I came I noticed my son's hand sneak down
to Linda's buttocks. The power of youth was already at
work raising my son's prick, while his fingers played
with the round tempting ass of my wife. At that moment,
I wished I could hear what was going on as they dis-
cussed something. It seemed to be decided, Linda lay
in the middle of the tile floor and rolled to her side
bringing her knees up to her chest. My son knelt behind
her and aimed his cock; not into her well-used vagina,
but into her anus. It was slow going, but her waterfall
of juices had lubricated her backside enough for our son
to enter her. I could see her face and saw that she was
not enjoying this episode as much as the previous two,
yet she looked determined to fulfill her son's desires.
I almost forgot to click away with the camera as my boy
began to slowly fuck his mother's asshole. We have
never had anal sex, as it was something she had always
considered "dirty", and "disgusting", but here before me
she was giving our son a gift I had never been privi-
leged to get. I was mad, more so than disgusted, and
was finally resolved to do the things I had considered.
It was time for a divorce.
I snuck away with my evidence.
Chapter X
I was so angry I was not even able to approach my wife
with the separation papers, nor with the accumulated
evidence I had taken. My lawyer was one of the best
civil litigators in the city, and he was the one that
confronted Linda. If I had sat across from her, looking
deep into those large round eyes, as I passed the pic-
tures, I may have lost control, and thus the advantage
I had with the courts would have been gone.
Her options were extremely limited; she had to leave the
house by the time I returned home, she could take noth-
ing, nor could she contact me in any way. She would be
given an adequate living allowance, and the kids had a
choice of whom they wished to live with, and finally,
if she contested any of my wishes the photos of her
incestuous affair would be revealed in court and she
would get nothing. My lawyer phoned me later in the
afternoon and told me the deed was done - she had gone.
Moments later, Ti also phoned and told me the same. The
only thing that was left up in the air was the kids.
My son made the decision to live with his mother, not
nowing why we had separated, as I had predicted. My
daughter, on the other hand, sounded determined to stay
with me in my house. I agreed with the children and
assured them that our separation had nothing to do with
them, and I still loved them. The boy left the house
that weekend.
It was quiet. The house seemed to echo with my move-
ments. At first I was extremely depressed and lonely,
almost ready to forgive Linda of her indiscretions. Two
things got me through the next few months: my daughter's
love and Tiyar.
Without any spoken word, Ti took on the role of the
woman of the house. And I was surprised that my
daughter didn't reject this proposal but followed the
young woman's directions completely. The maid still
did the work she had been originally assigned, but she
also took care of me and my daughter. Our private
relationship, during this time, was blossoming. Ti
withheld nothing from my bed, her brown-skinned body
taking everything I gave it. She was the perfect lover.
As my appetites rose, Ti had less time for her domestic
duties and I allowed her to hire another maid, just to
help out. She still had her own room, but she rarely
slept in it. I did attempt to hide my affair with the
maid from my daughter, but it was obvious that my secret
was impossible to hide. My "little" girl even caught me
leaving my bedroom with nothing but a towel about my
waist, and beyond me into the room, the sweaty maid lay
naked. I smiled shyly while she giggled girl-like then
quickly disappeared before I had a chance to talk with
her.
My experience with other women was limited since I had
been faithfully married for a long time to the same
woman, and I was not prepared for the demands by Ti
upon me. For one, my separated wife's clothes were now
commonly worn my the maid, at least the clothes that
fit. It was just a little unsettling to see a young,
slight woman dressed in the same clothes of the woman
that had broken my heart. I spoke to Ti about my feel-
ings and she verbally pounced upon me accusing me of
still "loving that bitch" whom had "fucked her own son"!
I gave in, and she calmed down after a day, the first
time since my wife's departure that I slept alone. I
never spoke of it again. Another thing I noticed was
that Ti was very possessive. She wanted me to get a new
secretary for my office, as the current one "had that
look in her eye", a look that seemed to anger my maid.
I replaced her, and Ti made a trip to the office to look
her over, and as my "reward" she again wore nothing
under her long jacket except heels.
Yet her seductive body and hungry desire caused me to
forget these episodes and only think about fucking her.
something she would only withhold if I angered her in
some way.
Almost to the day that my wife left the house, the
divorce came through and I received the forms with all
the signatures upon it. During all that time I had not
spoken nor seen my now ex-wife. Ti would not allow
that. A week later, Tiyar and I were married in a
private ceremony that only my daughter attended.
Chapter XI
As you can tell, things were moving very rapidly in my
private life. My marriage to Tiyar ended the wonderful
affair we had enjoyed since that first time I had viewed
down her blouse and thought my first lustful fantasy
about her. The marriage also ended the daily love ses-
sions me and my maid used to enjoy. I still lusted
after her, but she changed after the marriage. My first
clue was the first night of the honeymoon in Paris, as I
reached for her as I have done so many times before. She
didn't stop me, but Ti just lay below me like a dead
fish. After that things only got worse. I had sex with
my pretty new wife four times on the honeymoon and every
time she lay almost comatose below me. When I con-
fronted her with it, she again became angry and shouted
at me for being "less than a man", and that my "dick
could never satisfy" her.
So I sleep alone these days. My sex life is nonexistent
and my love is withering away. It soon became apparent
that over the last year, I had followed my dick's advice
and fell for a woman solely on her lovemaking skills and
not any real emotional attachment beyond that. I felt
the fool. I had two affairs in half that many months;
with a clerk at my office, and then with a fellow col-
league. They were quick, dirty, and hot affairs that
left me feeling dirty but sexually relieved.
The house was run like boot camp; we now had three maids
who handled everything about the house. And my dear
wife had ensured they were all ugly or old. She openly
sneered at me, or told me to "fuck off" if I attempted
any affection towards her. It was a miserable time. And
I planned to leave her, my mind made up that I had made
a fateful mistake.
That was when the final episode to my tale begins.
I lay upon my bed, sweaty and tired in the heat of the
August night. My sleep was fitful and sporadic at best.
Yet a dream appeared at my door; my daughter stood in
the shadows with a strange look upon her face, her body
clothed in her usual nighttime attire, a huge tee-shirt.
I was about speak up to her when she took two steps into
my room then reached, with both hands, to the bottom of
her shirt, promptly lifting it up over her head. She
didn't miss a stride as she came towards me. Her naked
body had matured over the last year and looked amazingly
like a younger version of her mother's, the tanned skin
bronzed and shiny in the moonlight. My heart beat fast,
and my body was frozen as I simply watched her climb up
upon my bed. No words were needed - my lust was fueled
by my loveless marriage, and my early fantasies about
my own daughter.
The youth reached for and pulled down my shorts Again I
never helped her nor did I stop her, until I was naked
upon my bed. My breathing became labored as my "little"
girl bent over and took my rock-hard penis into her
mouth. She wasn't experienced enough to fully utilize
this oral stimulation to its fullest, but again, I
didn't mind in the least and didn't speak a word. Her
small thin body rotated, with my dick still in her wet
mouth, until her thighs straddled my head. I looked up
directly into her youthful sparsely haired sex. My
darling lowered herself upon my face, my mouth opening
to inhale her flower. She was extremely wet, and tasted
better than anything that I ever remember tasting. The
rhythm of our oral love was in perfect sync as her face
bounced up and down her father's dick and my tongue
alternated from fucking her tight little sex hole to
manipulating her clitoris.
Very quickly she was moaning and wiggling about. I had
to hold upon her strong buttocks to keep them from lift-
ing from my face. I was in nirvana, heaven. It was a
fantasy, and a dream. Fueled by my desire and by my
impure lust for my daughter. I never thought of what
I was actually doing, nor did I care at that moment.
I could feel the ripples as her body spasmed in orgasm;
it was only brief moments since she mounted me, and my
tongue inside her measured the intensity of her sexual
reactions. I was surprised that her vitality enabled
her to collect herself in only moments after cumming
on "daddy's" face, and she rotated upon me until we
were face to face. I could feel my stiff dick between
her smooth warm sweaty thighs, a place my face had
occupied only seconds before. She slid her tongue
between my lips and I sucked it passionately, even as
my hands moved her torso about until I felt the head of
my penis enter her womanly region. It was she that
forced herself down upon me, using her weight as she
held herself up upon her elbows, our lips and tongues
still busy.
The moment was unforgettable, a dream that will never
die. I fucked my daughter for the first time, her
virginity taken by me in one quick thrust by both of us.
This time, when she was seated after the violent down-
thrust of her body upon mine, she shouted out, "Fuck!"
It was the first and only word she would speak that
evening, as I lifted her hips with my hands before
strongly pulling her back to me. I fucked her almost
like an animal, certainly not in a gentle romantic sense
my virgin daughter was deserving of. Both of us were
moaning loudly and even grunting sporadically as our
bodies slapped together.
The fantasy of my actions, and my lack of sex, caused
my orgasm to be explosive and quick. I came in great
volumes, obviously filling up the tight confines of
the tightest cunt I have ever been in, a cunt that had
no name, as I lost all conscious thought and control.
I just shot and shot until my exhaustion caused me to
pass out into a deep slumber.
Chapter XII
It was only the next day when I sat down to breakfast,
wondering if the episode last night was only a dream.
So distracted was I that I didn't even notice that the
three of us were alone in my large house, and that Tiyar
had made breakfast, something she had not done since our
wedding day. I continuously looked into my daughter's
face for some clue, to see if my memories were true.
Yet she never even looked up from her plate; she ate in
silence.
When I finally looked down, my stomach growling for
nutrition, I saw them.
A pile of pictures lay upon my seating. The top one
was a close-up of my face and my daughter's, our lips
pressed together and glimpses of our tongues obvious,
as was the saliva and sweat. I felt the blood drain
from my body; my heart stopped. It was true, everything
that happened last night was true. But the wonderful
memories and the fantasy was corrupted by these photos,
obviously taken with low-intensity light film. I almost
threw up right there, my empty stomach churning the bile
about.
I slowly looked up, directly into Tiyar's smiling face.
She was the one who had taken the photos, she was the
one that had seduced me into divorcing my ex-wife and
then marrying her, she was the one that coldly stood
before me. "Why?"
"I want you to leave this house. And I want a divorce."
It was a question, but a simple statement. She was
using the same strategy upon me as I had done to Linda.
And my guilt was in the photos, my incestuous relation-
ship enough to convince anyone of my guilt. For the
first time I knew what my ex-wife had felt after being
confronted with the evidence. "My lawyer has the nega-
tives and duplicate pictures, so you can keep those."
She actually smiled.
I turned to my daughter, wondering her part in this.
Has she been duped as I had? "Dear...?"
"I'm sorry, daddy." She had tears running down her
cheeks, but she still could not look at me. So she
had been an accomplice.
"Yes, she helped me. In fact, she will do anything I
ask!" She giggled slightly. "Darling take your clothes
off and come here." Silence as I watched my daughter
stand without hesitation and pull off her shorts and
tee-shirt. That naked body from my memories stood
beyond my reach, and knelt before Ti. It was a night-
mare as my wife looked into my astonished eyes as her
stepdaughter lifted the front of the skirt and pressed
her face into the crotchless panties beneath. Ti's hand
held the head against her sex, the mouth obviously busy
upon the clitoris that I had often manipulated. "See?
She is a good girl, who will do anything I want." She
lifted a long brown leg up onto a chair, so my view of
my daughter's face was clearer. "You will give me
everything, your money, this house, your cars."
She was right, I could not fight this. I would have to
start over, begin afresh as I had done so many years ago
after getting out of University. But then I had Linda
to give me moral support.
"I will leave you but one thing." I didn't say a word,
but was surprised that see would give me anything. She
was in a position that she didn't need to. "Something
that I used and no longer need." The sound of my
daughter's tongue loud as she slurped and sucked upon
my wife's cunt.
With the hand that held the back of my daughter's head,
Tiyar turned it into a claw and pulled the dripping face
from her sex, the mouth still open. "You can have your
slut of a daughter. I don't need her any longer!" She
threw my darling to the floor before me. I reached out
and lifted my naked daughter to my lap. "You two have
until four o'clock to leave this house." She spun about
and left us in the kitchen.
My daughter was crying uncontrollably, and I realized
she had been used just as I had been. I could not fault
her for something that I had also fallen for. And I was
just as guilty - I didn't have to succumb to the beauty
of my little girl the night before, nor did I ever have
to allow myself to be seduced by the evil woman whom had
been my maid. I wondered what she had done to manipu-
late my ex-wife and son into bed. I no longer thought
it was a coincidence.
"Come dear, lets get ready to leave." She allowed her-
self to be placed back upon the ground standing up. We
left the room to pack.
Tiyar, the maid, had won!
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