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Love Letter for Cindy
by Spaceman Spiff (address withheld)
***
This is a love letter to the girl with the most
fabulous ass and body that I have ever known. (MF, exh,
mc, rom)
***
It was a lonely quiet night in my comfortable suburb.
Not many people were out on the streets and I hadn't
seen traffic in hours. My daughter came over after I
hadn't seen her in awhile. She was dressed in a
perfectly fitted tight outfit of black pants and a
white top. As a rarity, she wore 5" heels, and in a
typical flourish, she wore a thick black spiked dog
collar around her neck! Her shoulder length dark hair
was tastefully streaked with blond and some red
highlights. When we first heard a knock at the door, my
wife poked her head into my den and said, "There's
someone here to see you Frank."
Of course after knocking, my daughter had let herself
in. I met her out in the hallway. And she had a video
tape in her hand. I knew what it was. An old neighbor
of mine had been after her to make another tape for him
for years. My daughter was 23 and had been married to a
local up and coming collage professor for the past
five.
My daughter gave me a peck on the cheek, and then said
very seriously, "I brought something for you to watch
daddy." She led me back into my den and put the tape
into my VCR. She lit me one of my cigars and then
closed the door behind us. I sat down in my favorite
leather chair and watched as the VCR fired up and my
daughter clicked on the TV with the remote. She always
had to have the power in her relationships.
The movie flickered to life on my TV screen, some
clunky graphics came up announcing the movie was titled
"Trésor," starring my daughter. After taking a few
dramatic puffs from my cigar herself, my daughter
straddled me on my chair and blew smoke across my
helpless face. She wasn't too shy about mashing her
pussy into my crotch area. Finally she put the cigar
into my mouth for me!
Sometimes my daughter would be angry with me and I
wouldn't see her in months, and sometimes she was like
this, an unstoppable train of sexual attractions. I let
it happen. My daughter twisted around on me to point
the remote at the TV. She fast-forward through the
movie. "What part to you want to watch, my lovely
daddy? The part where I get fucked by three men, or the
part where they tie me up in the shower and use a stun
gun on me? Hmm!?"
My well worn cock started a little twitch to life and
from her position, my daughter could feel it. She
uncaringly laughed at me and mocked me, "You know
daddy, you are the most pathetic man I have ever
known," she said. But she rocked her body into me while
she paid attention to the TV, finally letting it play
when she had found the part she wanted to watch. It was
a raucous scene with my daughter crying and carrying
on.
She got off me and went over a drawer at my desk and
took out one of my Viagra tablets, and poured a stout
whiskey into a hi-ball glass. She came back over to me
and resumed her position. My eyes were glued to the
screen. She took the cigar away from me and put the
blue pill into her mouth and took most of the whiskey.
Then she put our lips together and dumped the whole
concoction into my mouth. I swallowed. My daughter
looked triumphant and overjoyed. "I know you've always
wanted to get lucky with my pussy daddy, and tonight's
your night. You can ball me to your hearts delight and
you can even come inside me if you like." She adjusted
her hair and began rocking into me again, forcing my
erection to stand up.
"What does your husband think of your movie making?" I
asked.
"Oh, he loves it, same as you!" she answered. (I moved
us over to the couch.) "All my girlfriends are jealous,
and I have enhanced relationships with the men I know.
I am so lucky to have known someone like Mr. V., and
that he liked me so much. I bought a new car with the
money I got from this one. A Mercedes Benz. I asked
John to buy me one, but he said we didn't have enough
money. Mr. V. said if I did another movie for him, he
would pay me enough! So now I have a three years old
Corvette and a Mercedes Benz with AMG. And my husband
has that old pile of junk. Sometimes I don't let him
use mine!"
She laughed a hysterical and guilty laugh. "I love
John, and he fucks me very well, and we have a good
relationship," she said. "His only fault is that he is
too kind and gentle," she said and looked up at me
through her monstrously huge bangs. I had opened up her
pants, and her pussy was a mucus soaked mess of hard
clit and outrageously large labia. As soon as I stroked
her she began to get off on me. It didn't take her long
before her first orgasm. She let out a huge, "Ugh!" And
announced that she was coming!
Her pussy squirted on my hand, completely soaking her
expensive pants and wetting my couch. Her eyes rolled
back in her head, and I had to let the pretty little
thing recover. She cried, then she laughed, her body
twitched.
"You know he shows these movies to all of his friends?"
I asked my daughter.
"I know," she said, "After this one, he had a back and
white party over at his new place. John let me go
without him. They played the movie for all of the men
to watch. I was the only woman there. They were all
very nice. They drank and talked to me while we watched
to movie. I bought a black dress just for the occasion.
It was in the window of Kreymerman's for months! It was
skin tight, and you were supposed to wear a netting
underneath so people can't see your body! I had them
take the netting out, and I had them raise the hem, so
it just covered the tops of my black stockings. I wore
it with a new pair of pink tennis shoes, and Mrs.
Kreymerman loaned me a white mink scarf. It was
devastating!" (She laughed hysterically!)
"I'm glad John doesn't come to those things. A couple
of days before the party, Mr. V. took me out to lunch
and we talked! As a door prize, he gave all the men
numbered cards, and after the movie I got up on Mr.
V.'s dinning room table and picked a number. The winner
got to bend me over the table and hit me three times
with a bamboo cane!" (My daughter laughed joyfully,)
"They all stood around and watched. I was quite drunk
at that time. I stood up on the table, above them all,
and the winner presented me with his card. I presented
him with 24" bamboo cane! (She laughs!) And the man who
won said, 'And, I would like to keep your dress as a
souvenir, young lady!'
I almost started crying when he said that, but I was
brave, and I did a strip tease for the guys up on the
table, and then I got down and handed my new dress over
to my new boyfriend, and then let him give it to me!
(Ha, Ha, she laughs,) He let me calm down after each
strike, and afterwards I sure wasn't drunk anymore! I
took pictures with him, and I hung around his neck so
the camera could make a souvenir out of his handy work!
It was all very romantic, and my pussy was all wet for
him by the time the prize giving was all over.
Afterwards he came up to me and gave me a fresh drink
and a vile of cocaine! He also let me keep his black
tuxedo jacket which was quite expensive, and I ware it
around town now when I go grocery shopping! I had it
altered to fit, (she gushed.)"
"Of course they all fucked me into the early hours. I
gave them such a good time. They were all old men. But
very civilized, Mr. V.'s friends who I had never met.
At lunch, Mr. V. and I discussed the cane thing, but I
didn't tell John. Of course, John and I talked about
the whole thing, and I told him everything that had
happened, including the lunch and my deception! It got
him off just to hear me tell him the story. Of course I
had to suck him off. He thinks Mr. V. is too hard on me
though. When you're actually doing the scenes, you
don't really notice how hard they are!?" she said. "You
like them, don't you daddy?"
"Yes. Did they film you with all the old men?"
"They didn't know it, but Mr. V. had some secret
cameras hidden in the rooms we used! He even filmed the
room where we had the party! He showed it to me the
next day, when everyone else was gone! He put all that
stuff on my copy of the tape that I gave to you daddy.
But some of them asked me out on dates where we would
film. A lot of money was mentioned. I'm going to do
some of them, John isn't so sure!" she laughed
hysterically.
Then she suddenly got very serious. "This thing with
Mr. V. is my chance," she said. "I think he loves me,
and he's certainly very attracted to me. I love doing
the scenes he puts me in, even though a lot of them are
pain and suffering." My daughter eyed me up intently
and said, "I love men, daddy. I love the things they're
into, and I love the things they do to woman." Her
whole face suddenly clouded over, "I only fuck for the
camera though daddy and the money, I'm very exclusive."
And then she laughed hysterically again. "John will
bone me pretty hard if I ask him to," she said, "but he
would never do something like hit me with a cane. You
probably would like to do that though, wouldn't you
daddy?" she asked, eyeing me up intently from under her
concealing bangs.
I slipped her out of her clothes and laid her back. I
pulled my bone out of my pants and fucked her in the
missionary position. She came again, and I left her a
sticky wet mess of orgasming convulsions. I lit up my
cigar as I watched her on the couch. She always looked
at me with a hurtful glance of contempt whenever we
finished with one of our encounters.
She had been an amateur gymnast and her tiny body was
covered in smooth long muscles and perfect white skin.
At 97 lbs. she usually wore her brunette hair at
shoulder length, tied up in back, with outlandish
bangs. She was very cute and my old neighbor, Mr. V.
had remarked on her when she was only 13! When my
daughter was finally done on the couch, she said
scowling, "that was pretty good daddy, one of your
better fucks. I hate you daddy," she said, and pecked
me on the cheek, "I hope you know that." She picked up
her clothes and went out into the hallway nude, closing
the door behind her.
From out in the hall I could hear my wife say, "Cindy,
why don't you stay for coffee and cake darling?"
Teary eyed and upset, I heard my daughter say, "Okay,
let me get dressed, Mom. Can I borrow a pair of pants?"
Minutes latter they were both laughing and talking in
the kitchen.
I could never get into fucking women and have always
felt uncomfortable with them. When my daughter was
young, my wife resorted to nude modeling for an art
class at a local collage. "I'm board with our marriage
and I want to do nude modeling for an art class at J---
C----- University," she said. "Otherwise I want a
divorce." I let her. For years, my wife would go out on
Tuesday nights wearing fitted clothes and a tight
leather gasoline jacket. My wife showed me pictures of
herself posing with the pictures the students had
painted of her. Of course she was nude.
As I said, women were never my thing. I was happy I
discovered the business life. One time in high school I
had sucked the cock for one of our football jocks. I
was a sophomore, he was a senior. I worked in the
athletics department for the coach. He was the star
quarter-back. I worked it really good. Stroking the
balls. Eating the shaft. I ate his come. Afterwards we
took a shower together in the men's locker room. His
cock was large and flaccid after it's ejaculation. My
little cock was still hard and erect. I put one arm
against the shower wall to support myself.
I jerked myself off with my right hand. My sperm
spraying on the shower wall. The senior mockingly
chanted: "Go, Go, Go..." as I jerked it. Then he
laughed as I came. "That's so pathetic," he said. He
was a real man. After the experience, the senior turned
me in to the coach. One time after a game the coach
said to me, "way to take care of Hales," and messed my
hair. My heart beamed.
The only real conversation I ever had with my daughter
was on a Friday after I had fired three people at work.
(It was a Friday the 13th.) I had made them take the
blame for one of my mistakes. At my level of management
the underlings are never talked to. All the decisions
are made behind closed doors so to speak. I blamed it
all on these three people to my boss and he told me to
fire them. At the end of the day I drove my Cadillac to
my tree shaded, half-million dollar house, feeling all
evil. And not feeling any consequences. It was heaven.
The little girl was happy to see me as usual and hung
around with me while I watched the news hour. My wife
had been bothering me to talk to my daughter about sex
and I told her to go get the magazines in the top
drawer of my desk. "I want to be present when daddy
talks to you about these things, okay sweetheart?" My
wife had said to my daughter. "We have something very
important to talk to you about," she said.
The little girl came back with my stack of Penthouses
and handed them to me smiling. We sat down on one of
the couches in my den. My daughter was all happy and
eager, "What are they daddy?" she asked. We spent an
hour looking through the pictures and admiring the
beautiful women. (I like Penthouse because the woman
are invariably slutty and low class.) I went on about
pussies and breasts. I talked about what made a slut.
Eventually my wife looked it to see what we were doing.
She sat down on one of the couches and listed in.
Finally I said, "men like to show them off to their
friends. It makes them feel important. That's why these
girls are all turned out in these magazines. It's to
make the men feel important." My wife was quiet and
admittedly, I toned it down since she was there. Then
to my amazement, my wife started telling my daughter
about masturbation, cock sucking and getting felt up.
"If a boy ever wants you to do something with him I
want you to come tell your father, okay honey?" my wife
said to my bewildered daughter. "We're going to bring
the young man in here and look him over, okay
sweetheart. We'll tell you if we like him, and we'll
tell you what you should do. You might have to let him
feel you up. Okay!"
"That was so nice of you to talk to her," my wife said
to me, when we were done.
Mr. V. was an older gentleman. Previously the owner of
one of the photo labs in the neighboring metropolis'
downtown area. Mr. V. had been retired for years when I
knew him and he is now onto greener pastures. Over the
4th of July weekend when my daughter was 13, she and I
were over Mr. V.'s. Sipping lemon aid on his back
porch. Mr. V.'s wife was serving us. She was a well
endowed woman. Just the opposite of my wife and
daughter. Mrs. V. had a 38 chest sitting above her 35
hips and slimmer waist. I had asked Mr. V. what her
measurements were, one time, and he candidly told me.
Mrs. V. was a modest woman and I never saw her anything
less then well dressed.
That day she wore a fancy shirt and capri pants with
flip-flops. But she was a sight to behold. I used a
bathroom they had in their basement. To my surprise,
Mrs. V. was waiting for me when I was finished. I had
never been down their basement and it was just as moldy
and stony as mine. In one corner though, they had a
separate room that was dry and well painted. It was
well lit.
There was row after row of filing cabinets. Filled with
thousands of pictures of maybe hundreds of girls. "This
is his hobby," said Mrs. V. smiling shrewdly. She
showed me some of her husband's work and let me look.
"What do you think?" she asked, as we walked back up
the stairs.
Latter that night, when I took my little girl out to
see the fireworks, "Don't talk to Mr. V." I told her.
Years latter when my daughter was in high school, I had
her out in the backyard practising her dives into the
pool. Mr. V. and I were sitting in the living room
watching TV and drinking beers into the evening. My
daughter came in toweling off her wet hair and kissed
me. Her wet bathing suit had attracted Mr. V.'s
attention. It was clinging to the perfect little body
tenaciously. MR. V. starred openly. My daughter soon
began basking in his attention. Mr. V. grinned
furiously. Basking in my embarrassment.
When this was all over, and my daughter had been
married, sometimes she would come over and swim nude in
my swimming pool. She didn't have one in her backyard,
and I had already paid to remodel the bathrooms and the
kitchen in her house, I wasn't going to pay for a
swimming pool too, although I knew how much that meant
to her... I had tortured her when she was younger, over
making sure that her dives were perfect, and I had
spent many hours studying her young shape as she
struggled to master my swimming pool. Once she became
good at it, she enjoyed it immensely. My relationship
with my wife was warming up in those years. I drained
the swimming pool and didn't have it refilled. My
daughter was heart broken.
During her high school years, my daughter discovered
the wonder of dope. A few times I had caught her
smoking up in her bedroom. Dope seemed to embolden her
and she would mouth off to me in the most vicious way
she could. I told her that she wasn't allowed to smoke
it or bring it into the house. Also she had been taking
opportunities to walk around naked in the house.
Usually when my wife wasn't home. I told her I didn't
like her doing that. She just laughed at me casually
and mocked me.
Usually she was high when she did it. "Mommy does it in
front of all those students," she said. "Oh you little
SLUT!" I attacked back. To which she smiled gayly. She
was involved in a gymnastics program at her school and
her body was flawless. My wife would tacitly encourage
her. One time I came home from work late on a Saturday
night. It was the end of a long campaign and I had just
pulled through by the skin of my teeth. I found my wife
and my daughter nude in the hot tub, drinking beers and
smoking some of my daughter's dope.
One night I was working late on a weekend in my den. My
daughter came knocked on my door at about 2 a.m. I told
her to come in and she was completely naked and high,
but smoking a tobacco cigarette. I told her that I did
not want her smoking pot in my house and I didn't want
her going around naked. She had broken two of my rules.
My daughter laughed hysterically and told me that I
"liked it." I told her I would have to punish her. My
daughter got serious for a second and then burst out
laughing. I told her I was going to have to spank her
and she laughed even harder. "I might like it," she
said, taking a puff out of her tobacco cigarette.
We started talking and she turned the conversation to
sex. She told me about some of my male business
associates that she found attractive and her nipples
began to perk up and get hard. My daughter talked about
masturbation and how she had fingered herself
experimentally. She said that she and a few other girls
had watched a girl finger herself to orgasm in the
girls locker room after a gymnastics class.
We talked and chatted for a few hours while I finished
up my work and I told her what I was working on. Then I
said, "before I go to bed, I'm going to spank you."
My daughter had sobered up by then and she asked if she
could get high again first. I said okay and I let her
go upstairs and get her dope. She came back downstairs
with a bag of cocaine and did a line right in front of
me. She pulled herself together and smiled at me
lusciously.
"Okay, I'm ready," she said. Then she sauntered up to
me and gave me a peck on the cheek, before assuming the
position bent over my desk. Her hands clasped firmly on
the edges of the desk. Out of control I put my hand
firmly in between her legs feeling her up. My daughter
let out a long gasp of pleasure and I could feel her
hard wet clit in between my fingers. She began pumping
her hips into my hand to get herself off.
As she gasped and moaned I pinned her against the
desktop with my free hand and jerked her off furiously.
"Oh, yeah, do it," she moaned pleadingly. "Punish
meee." Her pussy was soaked and lubricated, I could
feel the wetness covering my hand. Soon she was
orgasming in the worst way I cold imagine. Spurts of
her fluid gushed out of her body. She was collapsed all
over the top of my desk, her body twitching and
spasming. Her legs, thighs and ass were a mass of
twitches and spasms. She moaned hysterically, as she
tried to recover herself. I stood back and watched and
poured myself a stiff drink. My hand was covered in her
sticky mucous. And there was a puddle of liquid on the
floor of my den.
The next morning was a Sunday. I got up in the late
afternoon. Usually I go into work in the morning to
check things out for a few hours. When I got up I
cooked breakfast: sausage and eggs and newspaper and
coffee. My daughter came down wearing one of my best
business shirts. It was a french blue dress shirt with
white bar style collar and white french cuffs. My
daughter wore it buttoned completely down the front,
from the collar down.
As soon as I saw her she modeled it for me by flinging
her hands up over her head and whirling around. "Don't
worry Daddy," she joked, "I'm completely nude
underneath! And sweating at the arm pits." Usually I
wouldn't accept this kind of behavior, but now I knew
that things had changed. I wasn't going to thwart my
daughter's will so much anymore... While we were eating
our sausages, my daughter was reading me the paper.
Inter-spliced with the news stories she made comments
about herself. "You know daddy," she said, "a young
girl like me could give you pleasures all day. I'm not
sure I could take a real man yet; so somebody like you
would be perfect for me."
"Is that what it says in the Times?" I said.
"It's VERY X-rated today. It's all about young woman
doing what their told. And they'll do anything!"
My wife came in and looked my daughter over. "What was
going on in your den last night honey," she said,
without ever taking her eyes off my daughter's
unacknowledging frame. Then without uttering a sound,
my daughter folded up the paper and slinked out of the
room. "She looks very well today," my wife commented.
The next Friday I was working late into the night. My
daughter showed up at my office with some catalogues
under her arm. I phoned in an order for a pizza
delivery. After we ate she sat up on my desk and begged
me to buy her some clothes. I picked up the phone and
made the orders as she pointed out what she wanted. At
the end I picked up her Victorias Secret catalogue and
she pointed to a 69 dollar dress and some underwear.
With the operator on the phone, I said to my daughter,
"okay, but only if I can spank you tonight honey!"
Looking at me like she was deeply shocked, she finally
said, "okay, just this once." The office was dark and
abandoned on that Friday night.
I took her into the executive men's room and pushed her
against the wall. I told her she was still a virgin
until she let a man put his dick in her pussy. I talked
to her about sucking my cock and giving me anal sex. My
daughter agreed to it. There's nothing worse than
having your ass ripped open by an unsympathetic gay man
and dumping your b.m. to the cheers of toasting gay
revellers. Woman are able to deal with indignity much
better then men but it's inhuman not to be sympathetic.
Anyway, there's no saving your dignity when you are
emptying your bowels all over the place. I had my cute
little daughter take a shower while I took a viagra.
And then she took another shower afterwards!
She became totally under my control. Completely
surrendered except for the occasional harsh tongue. She
even stopped running around the house naked! She just
got better and better every time. It was like I had
Ming the Merciless' mind control ring over her. She was
mostly smiles and pleasure. A mouth and ass. A
prostitutable, beautiful package. One time during one
of our ass hole fuck sessions, I said to her, "If you
don't get married soon, I am going to whore you out to
some of the men I know, for dates... A girl needs to be
fucked."
"Ahhh, Owwww, Ahhhhhhh," she said. Same as always.
The police chief in my town lived right up the street
from me and was my friend. I invited him up to the
cabin that I own with my dog. -Ruffus was four years
old and every year I went to the dog kennel and bought
him a bitch about half his size to let him fuck. (Of
course, the bitches never made it home with us.) My
daughter had graduated from high school a year early
and entered collage. She always got good grades, but my
daughter was quite stupid. Her strong suit was in being
a pretty girl. After her first year of collage, my
daughter came home and asked to take a year off.
I was fed up and went for my week up at the cabin. When
the chief, I and the dog, got there that year, there
was a VHS tape with an American Greetings card waiting
at the local post office. Latter that night, after we
got settled and had slept, I woke up and put the tape
in. It showed my dog sitting on the floor wearing a
pair of my sun glasses. There was a mix of Charlie
Parker Jazz music and the sounds of a porno playing in
the background. Then the camera turns and my daughter
steps into the picture. She is wearing one of my good
dress shirts. Open in front. Slung down over her
shoulders. She wore a pair of black stockings on her
legs.
Her tiny boobs with perky nipples stood high on her
sharp and flawless frame. My daughter lifted her
shoulder length brown hair away from her face.
Revealing it's delicate and unusual beauty. She smiled
mercifully at my dog and clapped to him, getting him
excited. Her bush was full and unshaven except where it
would stick out of her one piece bathing suit. My
daughter called the 120 lb. dog by my name and had him
waging his tail and barking at her. She laughed
casually and said, "Here Daddy, give me a great big
kiss."
Then she kisses him as he licks her. Letting the dog
put his tongue into her open mouth. Embarrassed she
laughingly pushes the dog away. Then has second
thoughts and lets him probe the inside of her mouth,
with his tongue, again. "Oh, You bastard," she says to
him. She gets in front of the camera striking a
dramatic pose. My daughter lights up a joint and then
talks about how much she likes to dance and strip.
With the joint consumed, she does a quick little strip
tease. To take her stockings off she sits on a chair
and puts her legs straight up in the air. After slowly
teasing for the camera, she gets up and bends over
fully, slowly pealing down the stockings. Not too shy
in front of the camera. From time to time the dog jumps
at her trying for her attention. She just pushes him
away at the muzzle. Laughing at his antics before going
back to her work. The whole time her hair covers her
face. Finishing, with another dramatic pose for the
camera.
Next the tape is setup in my master bath. It shows my
daughter taking a bubble bath with my dog. It's a noisy
laughing affair. With my dog tackling my daughter and
forcing her down under the suds. My pretty daughter
squeals and laughs with delight throughout. Her little
tits point firmly up with hard nipples. "Can I have a
copy?" The Chief asked, as I ejected the tape at the
end.
"Of Course."
Soon after he had to go beat himself off in the
bathroom, and, when we got back, the chief started
hanging around my house more often. He had come over to
play poker with a bunch of guys from my shop. My wife
had taken care of us all night, smiling at the guys and
playing hostess. After the night was over, everyone had
left but the chief. He had lost a couple of hundred
dollars. My daughter showed herself at the end of the
night. She came into the room wearing her loose fitting
jeans and shirt, and sucked down the remains of some
drinks that the guys had left behind. The chief was
plastered on his chair and eyed her. My daughter
flirted back at him. "I loved that movie you made with
the dog," he said, "what does it take to get you to do
that?"
My daughter started in shock!
"Oh yes," I started, not knowing what to say, "The
chief and I watched it up at the cabin, and the chief
liked it!" I smiled pleasantly.
"I have to be high," she answered demurely.
"Do you have any laying around?" he asked.
My daughter about faced and went up to her room. She
came back down with one of my dress shirts on, opened
in the front and nude besides, and a bag of cocaine.
She held the bag up for the chief as she slid my too
long cuff up her arm. "I could put you in jail for
that," said the chief, "I'll let you take it if you
wear these," he said. The chief took a pair of thumb
cuffs out of his pants pocket and presented them to my
daughter for inspection. Exhaling all the air in her
body, my daughter looked at the chief like he was the
most romantic man in the world. My daughter's face was
smiling her capitulation but the hand with the bag of
cocaine trembled. The chief let her deposit the bag in
his hand and cuffed her thumbs with the thumb cuffs.
Then made a line on a book I had laying around.
He pinned her up against a wall of my den, holding her
cuffed hands above her head and holding the line to her
nose. "Go ahead and do it honey," he said. Looking up
at him sheepishly and helpless, my daughter smiled
before she took her first hit. Then she asked for
another. When it was gone, the chief asked, "Can I feel
you up honey?" My daughter laughed hysterically,
finally holding up her body rigidly and licking her
lips seductively for the chief. "Go ahead," she said,
pushing her tongue up over her upper lip. At first the
chief commented, "Nice pussy honey, nice and wet," and
my daughter laughed and cooed as she thought she cold
handle him.
Then the chief put two fingers into her virgin box. My
daughter squealed a horrible squeal of agony as her
hole was opened for the first time. The pain was too
much for her and she turned her head away from us men.
She sobbed bitterly and spit ran down her face. "Give
in to it, honey," the chief encouraged her. My daughter
looked up at him for encouragement as his two big
fingers ripped open her tight hole. She cried out in
horrible agony and sobbed but soon her sobs turned into
one of the biggest orgasms I had ever seen. Her face
shook as she gasped and the spit flew out of her mouth.
She wetted furiously around his feet. Soon she
collapsed in a heap of twitches and gasps on the floor.
Cruelly the chief pried my daughter's thigh open with
his shoe so he could see her pussy. The massive folds
of wet labia fell out of her sharp little body
fabulously. The chief looked at it and said, "Look at
how wet that pussy is. That's amazing. I have a nephew
who might want to marry her," the chief said to me. "He
just got his tenure at J--- C-----, should I send him
over?"
"Sure," I said, "And my daughter can have her second
date in a week."
My daughter looked up at us. Still overcoming her
orgasm. The chief was ready to leave but he made a show
of dropping the keys to his handcuffs in his pocket.
The next morning my daughter proudly walked in on my
breakfast, still wearing only the shirt from the last
night, and slammed her cuffed hands on the kitchen
table. My wife smiled at her a sympathetic smile. "I
know where they sell those things," I said, "I'll just
go and buy another pair and we can use those keys."
Now I'm not from the hood. And I have never whacked
someone. Having grown up in a R.C. environment and
having gone to their schools. Frequently, in the
business world, I have heard things that I have never
heard before. But the string of expletives against all
men that emanated from my daughter's mouth at this
time, eclipsed, anything, that I had ever heard before
or after.
My wife covered her mouth in an effort to conceal her
laughter!
A few days latter the chief's nephew came over and
asked if he could marry my daughter! "Sure," I said. My
daughter was ecstatic. "I'll pay for your wedding," I
told her latter, "But you can't invite more than ten
people total. Including you and the groom. It'll be
hard for me to give you away, honey," I added. Her big
brown eyes gushed her love for me. Me and my Viagra
cock dominated her life at that point. None-the-less my
daughter came to me a couple days latter with a
proposal for an expanded guest list: Three Hundred
People... I said no. It would be ten people. My
daughter cried... All day.
I told her I would giver her an extra $2000.00 for a
more expensive wedding dress. I had her suck my cock
and did her ass in the days leading up to her wedding.
I was getting lucky with her while her finance was
feeling her up! She would tell me about it.
The only vaginal penetration she had gotten was from
the chief. With his two finger feel up. That didn't
break the hymen though. I fucked my daughter's ass more
intense and hard as the days culminated. I got grateful
gleaming looks from her. One time after enduring a hard
ass fucking, my daughter was getting up. She put her
shirt on. I had dumped my load of cum on her face and
then ass fucked her with my Viagra erection. She asked
me if she should let her betrothed fuck her. "No
fucking until marriage," I said. "Cock sucking is
enough!" Of course, a few hours latter I WAS Hammering
her ass again. She was insatiable. Always showered, and
in those days, had just had an enema. When I 'gave her
away,' I was almost sorry.
A year after the marriage, the chief pulled into my
driveway. He let himself in, I was in the kitchen
eating a sandwich with my next door neighbor, Mr. V.
The chief looked all agitated and excited. "I had a
nice chat with you daughter this afternoon," the chief
said abruptly. "I pulled her over for doing 80 on F----
---- Boulevard. When I went up to her door she had her
blouse all opened for me." he said. "The little slut. I
didn't write her the ticket but I followed her home.
She made me a hamburger and some coffee.
I had a girl's cheerleader uniform in my cruiser that I
was gong to give for charity to one of the high school
girls. I had your daughter try it on for me," said the
chief. "It's either wear the uniform or I write you a
ticket I told her," the chief said. "She can cheer
pretty good. I had her do some of the high school
cheers. And then we played a little version of spin-
the-bottle," the chief said.
"My way of spin-the-bottle, is to put a bunch of post-
it's notes around in a circle and then you drink a beer
and spin it in the post-it's notes to see which one the
bottle points to! Well, the bottle pointed to, 'What's
the dirtiest sex thing you ever did?' And the answer to
that question was, she sucked her dog's cock!" The
chief laughed in amazement at what he had just said.
"So I said," said the chief, "that I was going to have
to drink a few more beers, and then I was going to have
to see that! We brought the dog in her kitchen, and I
said, Aren't you glad you were speeding on F--------
Boulevard to day, honey?
I started getting a little grabby on her and I said
again, I know you are, because your getting all wet
down there," he confessed. "I grabbed her boobs and
began massaging them, 'I'm gonna fuck you, honey, and
you're gonna squeal like a stuck pig,' is what I said,"
he said. "Well, your daughter broke out laughing and
locked herself in a room."
Mr. V. jumped up and got on the phone, calling my
daughter. He put her on speaker phone.
"The chief is sorry he scared you," Mr. V. said.
"I'm fine," my daughter said.
"You know we've all been interested in seeing you fuck
for a very long time." Mr. V. said.
"The chief said he would make me squeal like a pig!" my
daughter giggled.
"Would you like that," asked Mr. V.
"Why did he go?"
"What do you think about bestiality?" Mr. V. asked.
My daughter was intrigued. "Hmmm, What do you have in
mind?" she asked.
"We would all like to see you fuck your daddy's dog for
us." The line fell silent.
"The chief could have had me today," my daughter said
with a pause in her voice. "But I think you men should
all go masturbate yourselves. I'm no slut."
Mr. V. excused himself and went home. I told the chief
that the owner of my company was stopping by latter for
cards and that I needed another player, since Mr. V.
had gone. He was happy to stay on! The chief got quite
drunk and he was very agitated at his luck. He repeated
to the owner of my company the whole story with my
daughter. My owner listened and he said, "Wow, Frank,
that's Cindy right? I've seen her around the office
haven't I? Didn't she marry that professor from J--- C-
----? How's that going?"
Then the chief told my owner about the telephone
conversation with Mr. V. "Wow," he said, "That's
amazing! What departments did you want to head up
Frank?" Toward the end of the evening Mr. V. called and
said, "Hi Frank, guess who I have over my place? And
guess if she's wearing a cheerleader's uniform? I think
she needs be straightened out by some men, would you
like me to bring her over."
Minuets latter, Mr. V. brought my daughter into my den
wearing a cheerleader's uniform sweater and skirt, but
they were much to small and fit very tightly. They
looked like they were made for a young girl. My
daughter had her hair tied up in back with white
ribbon, and out front her biggest bangs ever and she
wore her white tennis shoes. She wouldn't look me in
the eyes when she came in. I've spent the last few
hours showing Cindy some of my photography equipment,"
Mr. V. smiled gleefully. The chief reintroduced my
daughter to my owner. She urbanely ignored the chief,
but politely shook hands with my owner. She looked
ravishing in the cheerleaders outfit.
"The chief has been telling us about earlier today. I'd
love to see some of that myself," my company owner said
slyly but politely.
My daughter hid her face behind huge bangs and dug her
foot in. Too shy to say anything.
"You should see some of the photos I have just taken of
her! Its' not very hard to get her to show you things."
Mr. V. smiled pleasantly as he outed her brutally.
"Did you say you had a camera?" my company owner said
blandly. "Why didn't you bring it over? She certainly
is a pretty girl."
Mr. V. slipped out to get his camera, and he came back
with a movie camera and a tripod! "I'm not against
making a stag film," he muttered, when he got back.
"I love that ring," my company owner said happily. "I
certainly wouldn't think any less of her if she put on
a show for us tonight!"
Taking heart, my daughter perked up.
"You look like a young lady who could make quite an
impression on a bunch of old men like us," my owner
said.
"Yes she does," agreed the chief abrasively.
"Your dad wants quite a lot at work honey, I think you
could show me why I should give it to him!"
My daughter gushed, smiled and looked at my owner,
still keeping her foot firmly planted in my carpet, and
still hiding behind her bangs.
My owner took her by the hand and led her over to my
couch. He began feeling her up, and she immediately
tried to kiss him! The chief and I could see that she
had completely shaved her previously hairy bush. My
owner had fun with her, kissing down her neck, and then
he whispered in her ear, "Fuck your daddy's dog..." The
room fell silent. My daughter locked eyes with him and
they gazed at one another's faces for an eternity.
My daughter seductively wrapped her tongue around her
lips. "No, I won't do it," she finally mocked. My owner
took her by the back of the hair and started rubbing
her pussy, he asked her, "Have you ever thought about
doing that? sweetheart?" My daughter groaned and moaned
as he pulled on her hair and stroked her pussy. My
owner told the chief to go and get my dog. My daughter
began laughing as she enjoyed my owner's love making
technique. "I just love a BIG POWERFUL DOG," she said
almost apologetically, looking up at my owner with big
eyes.
"This is going to be so good for your daddy at work!"
my owner said seriously. "I want you to stand up and
strip."
My daughter laughed a quick laugh and finally with a
very serious and womanly look on her face, she
disengaged herself from my owners octopus grasp, and
stood up. Doing a model's pose with one leg slightly
lifted in the air, she put her hands on the sweater and
surveyed the audience with anticipation. "I know you
all want to see a nude woman," she said.
Then my daughter unceremoniously pulled off her sweater
and unzipped her skirt, letting the skirt fall off her
body. Nude except for her engagement and wedding bands.
And the ribbon in her hair and her tennis shoes. "I
don't mind fucking a dog," she announced giving her
already erect nipples a good squeeze then raising her
arms up over her head in a lotus position. Finally,
changing moods, she grabbed my dog by the muzzle,
bending over him and exclaiming, "Your going to get so
lucky tonight daddy. And these men are going to watch
you!" Over the last few years, my dog had fucked many
bitches when I took him up to my cabin retreats. 120
pounds of muscle and energy, I knew he was a vicious
fucker and I knew he could get his dick up.
Modeling seductively for my owner, my daughter said,
"You know you could put a stop to this. You don't
really want to see me get fucked by this beast!"
"Yes we do," my company owner said sweetly and
encouragingly. "We all really want to see it!"
"Where do you want him? In my ass or in my pussy," my
daughter said, ignoring my owner all of the sudden. He
said, "That knot's going to be so big, but we all want
to see it in you ass sweetheart!" My daughter said, in
a retarded way, shrugging her shoulders dramatically
for effect, "A man or a dog, what's the difference?"
Then, kneeling in front of the dog and petting him, she
said "Your such a lucky dog," she told him. "Fucking me
deep in my ass, having your way with me. Making me your
bitch in front of these handsome men."
The chief sneered and laughed. "We want to see you
taking that dog's knot deep in your ass Cindy," he told
her, barely containing his contempt and joy. "How does
that make you feel." For her reply, My daughter gushed
a huge gush and twirled around again smiling and
looking up at my company owner. "I wouldn't do this if
you weren't here," she said. She modeled a few nude
poses for us, looking directly into my owners' eyes the
whole time. "We're going to need some anal lube for
you," my company owner said sensitively.
My daughter immediately crumpled to the floor, sitting
with her head cast down. My owner pulled her by the
hair, and bent her over a table. I found a tube of KY
jelly. My owner took it from me and began to work a
little of the gooey stuff into her ass. He took his
time, feeling her ass hole and pussy, eventually,
bringing my daughter to a loud shuddering climax. The
juices from her orgasm sprayed the floor. As my
daughters orgasmed helpless body, twitched and flinched
bent over the table, he continued to work the KY jelly
into her ass until the whole tube was used. Then he
pulled her by the hair again and said, "It's time
dear." My daughter perked up and laughed with a blank
retarded look on her face.
"That was the best orgasm I ever had," she said smiling
stupidly.
"Now your going to get a good ass fuck," my companies
owner said pleasantly. My daughter burst out in a mix
of laughter and tears. She was really a classy looking
young lady. Except for having unusually small but perky
breasts, she was a dream with dark hair. She was above
this. I didn't think she would do it. Getting control
of herself again, she said, "I'd do anything for a
bunch of men. The chief doesn't count," she mocked.
"Ooooh, he's such a HANDSOME LOOKING dog!" my daughter
said laughing. "And I hope it hurts!" she added
exquisitely. My owner took her by the hair and motioned
for her to take her place on the floor. Laughing and
looking at him approvingly gay, she knelt down in front
of him, and then assumed the doggy position on the
floor.
My dog licked at my daughter's outrageously large labia
and perfectly chiseled ass. Much to his new bitches
enjoyment. My daughter moaned and groaned and almost
reached orgasm again, as my dog cleaned the excessive
mucous lubrication hopelessly oozing from her pussy.
The chief encouraged him to mount her. My daughter was
ready to be fucked. She reached back and grabbed his
cock at the base and guided it to her ass hole. The dog
drove it home and pumped furiously until he had it
knotted inside her. Then he started madly humping her,
his hind legs scampering for leverage.
My daughter bravely kept herself in the doggy position
for the entire ordeal. Ass held high in the air. After
all the heavy thrusting, squealing and moaning, doggy
semen finally began pouring out of my daughters fucked
ass. The dog gave her a few final thrusts to show his
dominance before loosing interest and dismounting. But
The knot stayed swelled in my daughters ass, leaving
them tied together for a few more heart wrenching
minutes. "Oh, you fucking dog," my daughter exclaimed
as a fit of hysteria and shock left her sobbing on the
floor. The chief laughed as the final moments of my
daughter's agony played out. When my dog could finally
pull out, he unceremoniously walked away. My daughter
was so sore and shaken that she couldn't move. "This is
the best time I ever had," the chief said loudly,
laughing like an idiot.
My company owner went over to her and very tenderly
whispered something in her ear which my daughter
responded to. He sat on the floor and talked to her
about how much he wanted to fuck her! Then he took her
over to the couch and pulled out his cock. He laid back
my daughter and fucked her missionary until he came in
her pussy! My daughter was screaming and crying the
whole time, but she kept on encouraging him by telling
him to "do it," and "fuck me harder!" The chief, I and
Mr. V. were all shocked. I had never seen my daughter
fucked in the pussy before. When he was done, my
company owner grabbed my daughter by the ponytail and
slammed her head down onto the couch! "Ugh!" she said.
My company owner put his face right up to her's and
said, "That was one of the best fucks I have ever had
honey, and I have fucked a lot of pussy." My daughter
started bawling and crying on the spot. Her whole body
shook like she had had an orgasm! My company owner just
fucked her further while she cried. Finally, after my
daughter had calmed down a bit and just got into the
normal rhythm of fucking again, my owner took his whole
sticky cock out of my daughter's pussy and flopped it
on her mouth. "Swallow it sweetheart," he said.
He made her swallow the whole thing until she chocked
on it! When he finally got up, he said, "Next!" My
daughter laid there on the couch in a perfect models
pose, except, that, her mascara had run down all over
her face from the tears, and her pussy and ass were
dripping with men's and a dog's come. But her breasts
and nipples stood up perfectly at attention.
That's when the chief dropped his pants and said, "I'm
gonna ride this little filly into the sunset." He went
up to my daughter and had her suck him off, and then he
bent her over and did her doggy style. He shot his load
into her pussy also, and then he said, "This has been
quite a day for you sweetheart, and many more to come."
My daughter just buried her head in the pillows on my
couch. Mr. V. gave me a silent toast with his whiskey
glass and I thought the night was over.
A few minutes latter when I was walking by my den on my
way upstairs to bed, I could hear my daughter moaning
like she was getting fucked again. Mr. V. was behind
her in the doggy position with his pants down, giving
her the most brutal fuck of the night. My daughter's
whole body shook up and down, her hair flew in every
direction, and her titties flopped up and down at a
tremendous pace. Mr. V. was pounding her like a
machine. I had to call my son-in-law with the excuse
that she was helping my wife for a few days.
A couple of days latter, my pretty daughter bounced up
to my house all happy and excited. Mr. V. had
approached her about modeling in one of his porno
films. We sat down in my den and I poured her a whiskey
and lit us up both cigars.
"Is this something you would be telling your husband
about?" I asked in feigned concern.
"Of course. I have already talked to him."
"What did he say?"
"He said as long as it wasn't going to be hard core."
"Is it going to be hard core?"
"Of course. I like to come."
Mr. V. had rented a large modernist house, fully
furnished, in a neighboring suburb, it was located on a
private drive on a forested lot. Mr. V.'s friend worked
as a polygraph expert. He was allowed to stay at the
house for the week Mr. V. had taken it. Mr. V. had
hired another local lady who did hair and makeup to
tend to my daughter. She was somebody who Mr. V. used
for many of his projects. We filmed for two days and
his makeup artist was there for both days. When we
first entered the house, I was shocked at how beautiful
it looked.
My property had trees, but I also had a large lawn. And
my house was much older then this one. The whole back
of the house was opened with glass. Mr. V. ever the
consummate pornographer, had a rack with woman's
clothes in the spacious dining room. My daughter
immediately went to the clothes on the rack and made a
big deal out of them. Mr. V. tried to turn her
attention to the shoes and a bondage collar and he
showed her a police stun gun. My daughter picked up the
collar and flung it back down on the table without
comment.
The first day they spent about five hours doing my
daughter's hair and makeup. They highlighted her
brunette hair and turned her out like I have never seen
her before. Then Mr. V. spent the rest of the afternoon
having her model around for him. First she wore a cute
little black cocktail dress and the bondage collar,
with black stockings and tennis shoes.
Soon the dress came off. Mr. V. covered every aspect of
her body with his camera. We all looked on and ate
sandwiches and drank coffee. At one point Mr. V.
attached a dog leash to the collar around my daughter's
neck. And snapped away with pictures of that scene. My
daughter loved it. Mr. V.'s makeup artist would
continually touch her up and pose her hair. And dry the
mucous from my daughters crotch as my daughter
continually lubricated herself. To finish, Mr. V. had
her smoke a cigarette and sit on a chair for questions
about how she liked modeling.
"You know, Cindy, this movie is called The
Inquisition."
"Tomorrow we're going to hook you up and ask you
questions."
"We're going to know everything about you that we want
to."
"Does that make you nervous?"
"You've never met Mr. Peterson before."
"How do you feel about performing in front of a man
you've never met before."
"Will you be embarrassed when he finds out if you lied
to any of our questions?"
"I like using Mr. Peterson because he's excellent at
fucking the girls I give him, and then he doesn't mind
humiliating them with the lie detector, and using the
stun gun on them the next day."
"When he uses the stun gun on you. Will you bee
embarrassed."
"What kind of questions do you think he will ask."
"Will they be about your sex life?"
Throughout all of this, my daughter gets mockingly
quizzical expressions on her face and pretends to
ponder what Mr. V. says. While he is talking, my
daughter stroked her pussy, eyeing Mr. Peterson up, to
see how much he liked watching her do that. When she
was done she put her fingers in her mouth and licked
them clean. What a slut. "What do you think?" said Mr.
V. "I told you she was going to be good." "I want to
fuck her," the expert said, still setting up his
equipment. My daughter laughed hysterically. When it
was over, she went over to Mr. Peterson who was sitting
in a distant chair, and whispered in his ear, "I am
ready for you. Daddy-O!"
It was getting late, but Mr. V.'s makeup artist stayed
and bathed my daughter and gave her a massage. I went
home. My daughter stayed at the rental overnight. The
next morning I got over there at about 8 AM. My
daughter had fucked the expert for the camera late the
previous night but now they were in different rooms.
Mr. V.'s makeup artist was in the kitchen making
breakfast and wearing the same clothes from the day
before.
Mr. V. was editing his film. The expert was asleep in
one of the bedrooms upstairs, as was my daughter in the
master bedroom. Mr. V.'s makeup lady filled me in on
all the details. Peterson had told the makeup lady and
Mr. V. that my daughter looked just like his daughter
and they were the same age. Mr. V. had called a late
night meeting that they held in the master bedroom that
my daughter had confiscated.
They ate a delivered pizza and talked. My daughter had
been on the phone with her husband, but she hung up for
the meeting. Mr. V. wanted to try a few publicity
photos of my daughter with Mr. Peterson. It started out
with Mr. Peterson wearing a dark suit and a quickly
fashioned executioners mask, made out of a brown pillow
case. Holding up the police stun gun in his hand. My
daughter was already quite worked up and excited from
the conversion she had been having with her husband on
the phone. So she was game.
She wore the pair of black 5" heels and black
stockings, with the black bondage collar around her
neck. Mr. V. snapped about five rolls of film. "I want
you to treat me like I'm YOUR daughter tomorrow," my
daughter reportedly said to Mr. Peterson, while they
were taking the photos. With the executioners mask
still on, my daughter sucked Mr. Peterson's cock. Then
they started shooting film for the movie. "Let's just
say he pounded three orgasms out of her," the makeup
lady added for effect, before she took a sip from her
coffee.
About ten-o'clock, my daughter came down the stairs
wearing a white dress shirt belonging to the man who
owned the house. She was wearing a pair of his socks
also. The shirt was too big on her and she had the
sleeves pushed up so she could get her hands past the
cuffs. Her gorgeous hair from yesterday was gone and
she had it all in tangles and messy. She sat in the
kitchen with Mr. V. and myself and drank Mr. V.'s
coffee. She stank like a whore covered in sperm and
dried pussy juice. She gave me a very elite smile over
the cup of coffee she had stolen from Mr. V. She was
very proud of herself and what she had done. And she
knew I liked to watch.
There was a new Ferrari in the garage and Mr. V. took
us down to see it. The owner also had a black Bentley.
My daughter kept her distance and was cool about the
cars. The keys were in them and Mr. V. started the
Ferrari and thrashed the engine. The sound was, of
course, impressive, especially in the enclosed garage.
My daughter looked away and covered her ears. When we
went back up into the house, we went into the bedroom
of the still sleeping expert, for a morning meeting.
The expert didn't even get out form under the covers
and my daughter sat on the edge of his bed. My daughter
loved her luxury and she was angling from the first, to
get the makeup artist to give her another bath and
pamper her the way things had gone the day before. Mr.
V. announced, "I have this little hook that we'll screw
into the ceiling of the master shower, that we will tie
Cindy up to. It'll make for a very erotic
'electrocution,' scene." My daughter gushed and blushed
as she looked at him with her full attention. "Of
course it'll just be one shock on the ass.
The happy ending to my little movie. We'll get started
with Cindy out buy the pool. Filming her doing dives
and swimming in the morning sun. Then hair and makeup.
Well, I'd like to see her do a cock sucking scene," Mr.
V. added. "We cold get her back in that dress, and, we
could get Mr. Peterson dressed up. They are standing in
front of the fireplace heaving a flirtatious
conversion. Cindy turns around and lets Mr. P. unzip
her dress. I'd like to see some kissing at that point,
and some groping.
Then Cindy sucks his cock." When Mr. V. said that, wide
eyed, my daughter laughed casually and agreed to it.
She smiled broadly at the undercover Mr. Peterson.
Finally, Mr. V. said, "Then we'll finish up by hooking
Cindy up to Mr. Peterson's lie detector, and he can ask
her a bunch of stupid questions. Then into the master
shower for the stun gun finale! So we'll start off down
by the pool then." My daughter led the expedition down
to the pool. Mr. Peterson went back to sleep.
She did another cock sucking scene with Mr. Peterson.
They talked by the fireplace, my daughter holding a lit
cigarette in her hand, and then kissed. Mr. Peterson
very creepily said, "I can't wait to see you hooked up
to my equipment." My daughter smiled at him admiringly
and took another puff from her cigarette. "You know
it's really gonna hurt when I use the stun gun," he
said. My daughter smiled and gushed slight laughter.
"I'm really going to enjoy watching you fry!"
My daughter put her arms up over her head and turned
around for him. The expert unzipped her dress. My
daughter slid out of it, the arm with the cigarette
held high above her head. She turned around to face the
expert, taking a long draw out of the cigarette. He
grabbed a breast and fondled it. "I think I'm in love
with you," he said. It was very romantic. My daughter
laughed.
"I'm ready," she said, and timidly stroked his pants at
the crotch. She got on her knees and waited for him to
pull out his wiener. When he finally pulled it out, she
attacked it with her mouth. Hungrily sucking the shaft
and hairy balls. He finally exploded on her face and
hair, as my daughter gasped and cried, then she laughed
and said, "Make-up! Do you want me to fuck him?" my
daughter asked while she was getting fixed up.
"Yes. Latter on tonight," answered Mr. V. "Anyway, he's
going to fuck you hard enough with that stun gun." My
daughter cooed a pleased smile. Just by the look on her
face, I cold see that my daughter was lubricating her
pussy to the point of obscenity. "I'm ready for it,"
she replied. For some unknown reason my daughter loved
men.
They hooked her up to Mr. Peterson's machine and he
asked her a bunch of dumb questions. Then they took her
up to the shower. "Ohhh, Fuuuck!" she announced, as Mr.
Peterson delivered the electric current to her
perfectly shaped ass cheek. When they finally stopped,
she said, "I didn't expect that. You bastards!"
Seconds latter she was sobbing her heart out. The
makeup lady smirked and smiled a satisfied smile at my
daughter. When it was over, the make up lady confided
in me, "I love it when he makes these kinds of movies.
And your daughter was so pretty!"
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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