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Stolen - 3
by Impax (pax420@gmail.com)

***

Because doing what you're told is what makes one a good 
girl. (MMF, reluc, inc, oral, exh)

***

PART THREE

Later that day, when she got home, both her parents were 
waiting for her in the parlor. They invited her to sit 
on the settee in front of them, before she even had a 
chance to go upstairs and change.

"Honey, we need to talk," her mother began. "About Alex. 
And you."

"He is coming for dinner Wednesday, right?" her father 
asked.

"What? I didn't ask him," Angie blurted. "I figured you 
wouldn't let me see him."

"Why would you think that?" her mother asked. "Isn't he 
a nice boy? Is there some reason you shouldn't be 
allowed to go out with him?"

"No..." she said. "He's very nice, and I like him. A 
lot."

"Good," her father said. "We'd just like to meet him, 
that's all. You're old enough, and mature enough, to 
make adult decisions, aren't you? I think we've done a 
good job of raising you, and I trust you. You're a good 
girl, Angie, and I'm proud of you."

"How much do you like this boy, Angie? Have you kissed 
him yet?" her mother asked.

"Yes," Angie admitted. Her parents shared a look, she 
noticed.

"You liked kissing him, didn't you, Angie?"" he father 
asked. There wasn't much kindness in his voice, and his 
tone demanded an answer. A truthful answer.

"Yes, daddy," she admitted.

"What else did you do besides kissing?" her mother asked 
sharply, "Angie, are you still a virgin?"

"No," Angie said, then burst into tears. "I'm sorry, 
please don't send me away! I promise, I'll never do it 
again!"

"Oh, Angie," her mother said, and her tone said it all. 
"Was it Alex?"

Angie nodded, still crying. She couldn't look either one 
of her parents in the face.

"Was it just him, or have there been others, too?" her 
father asked.

"Just him," Angie whispered.

"Good," her father said. "Do you love him?"

"With all my heart," Angie said, looking up for the 
first time. "He's always been my best friend, and now we 
can share everything together. He makes me feel... 
complete."

"Then we definitely want to meet him." said her father. 
"You may call him tonight and invite him over. Why don't 
you do it right now, while it's still early? I think 
we're done with our little talk."

"Yes, daddy," she said. "So, I'm not in trouble, then?" 
she asked, her voice full of hope.

"Not yet, but trouble is just a hair's breath away, 
Angie," her father told her. "You have some very 
important decisions to make, very soon, decisions that 
will influence the direction of the rest of your life, 
but I know you'll make the right choices. You're a very 
smart girl."

"What sort of decisions?" she asked, puzzled.

"Go make your call, dear," he mother said. "Do as your 
father told you, don't ask more questions."

"Yes, mother," Angie said, then went over to the phone. 
She dialed Alex's number, then waited for him to come to 
the phone.

"Alex? Are you free for dinner tomorrow night?" she 
asked, a moment later. She listened, then put her hand 
over the mouthpiece.

"He has football practice all the rest of the week. Can 
he come over for a little while tonight?"

"That's fine, dear. Do we need to go pick him up?" her 
mother said.

"No, he's riding his bike, he said. It's only a couple 
of blocks," Angie told them.

"That's great," he father smiled. "Tell him we'll be 
expecting him."

Angie relayed the message, then hung up. "He's on his 
way. Can I go upstairs and get changed before he gets 
here?"

"Good idea," her mother agreed. "I'll help you pick 
something out."

Mr. McCallister picked up the paper and shook it open, 
smiling to himself as the two women went upstairs. His 
little girl had finally grown up.

***

Alex rang the doorbell, and Angie's father opened it, 
smiling at the handsome young man on his porch.

"You're a big fellow, aren't you?" said Mr. McCallister, 
holding out his hand and looking up at Alex.

"Yes, sir. Alex Peterson, sir. Pleasure to meet you."

"Frank McCallister. Come on in and make yourselves 
comfortable." They made their way into the living room 
and sat down, Frank in his chair, and Alex on the 
settee, in almost the same place Angie had just 
occupied.

"The girls are upstairs getting dressed," Frank 
explained, seeing Alex glance around the room for Angie. 
"They should be back down momentarily."

"Yes sir." Alex replied. "You have a lovely home."

"Thanks," Frank said. "It's all Joanne's doing, the 
decorating and paint and stuff. I'm an investment 
banker, well, mostly retired now."

The two men chatted for another long moment, not really 
saying much, just killing time until Angie and her 
mother reappeared. He told about getting on the football 
team this week, but since he hadn't even gone to one 
practice yet, let alone played in any games, there 
wasn't much to talk about.

***

Angie's mother followed her into her room and closed the 
door behind them.

"It's time for our real talk," she said. "Angie, how 
many times has he fucked you?"

"Umm, twice yesterday, and twice this morning," Angie 
said.

"At school?" her mother said, scandalized. "Weren't you 
afraid of getting caught, or did that just make it 
better?"

"Actually, we did get caught," Angie said. It was quite 
a relief to be talking about this, and she let the words 
flow out in a gush. "Alex took me to an office in the 
back of the boy's locker room, the Coach's office, and 
we fucked. Then we saw Coach standing there, and he... 
he told Alex to make me go over there and suck him, 
too!"

"Did you do it?" asked her mother, an unreadable 
expression on her face.

"Yes," Angie whispered, ashamed. "Alex told me to do it, 
so I did. Then they got me on all fours, and Alex fucked 
me while I sucked on the Coach."

Angie's mother buried her face in her hands. "Okay. 
Okay." she said, trying to calm herself down. "You're 
only sixteen, but okay." She looked up at her daughter, 
tight lipped. "Did you like it? Did you like it when 
Alex told you to do that? Did you like the way the 
second man's come tasted different?"

"Yes," Angie whispered.

"Did he have to make you do it, or was he just telling 
you to do something you wanted to do anyway?"

"He didn't make me," Angie admitted softly. "I didn't 
want to, at first, but when he told me to do it, it made 
it easier. And once I started, I couldn't stop."

"It's okay, Angie, you did everything just right," said 
her mother, smiling reassuringly. "But there's some 
rules about this sort of thing. You have to stay 
faithful to Alex from now on."

"I know that, mother." Angie smiled, "I want to, anyway. 
I love Alex. He'll take good care on me."

"Listen to me, Angie. This is important," said her 
mother, seriously. "You're a slut. It's okay to be a 
slut, in secret, but it's imperative that it stay a 
secret."

"Why?" Angie asked. "Why can't anyone know?"

"Appearances are everything," her mother told her. "It's 
very important that nothing could ever be used as 
blackmail against you, because of your father. Because 
of who he is, and the people he represents. We can never 
be weak to these people, or all will be lost."

"I don't understand," Angie said. "Who are these 
people?"

"I don't know who they are, and I don't need to. Your 
father knows them, and I trust him. Just as he's 
trusting me, and you, not to let him down. I don't know 
who they are, but they are ruthless, and so are the 
enemies who would seek to use you against him. Them," 
she said. "So, you have to be a slut in secret. Alex has 
to keep your secret, too. There can never be a repeat of 
what happened in school today, do you understand? Alex 
will be welcome to come here whenever he wants, and you 
can do whatever you want with him, in this house, but 
nobody can ever know what goes on here. When we go 
downstairs, I'm going to tell your father everything you 
told me, and he will explain things to Alex, when he 
gets here."

She looked at Angie again. "If Alex can't or won't agree 
to your father's rules, you will never see him again, or 
risk expulsion from this family. Do you understand? The 
people your father represents are more important than 
you or me, and if something happens, we could all be 
killed to protect them. Do you understand? Killed!"

Angie nodded, swallowing hard. She'd seen enough movies 
and TV to know that people like that existed. She just 
didn't know that her family was connected to any of 
them.

"Pick an outfit out, and put it on," said her mother. 
"Then come downstairs. I'll have spoken to your father 
by the time you're done." She kissed her daughter on the 
cheek and smiled at her. "Welcome to womanhood, 
sweetie."

"Thanks, mom." Angie smiled back and went to her closet 
as her mother closed the door behind her.

***

When she got to the living room, she saw Alex already 
there, chatting with her husband.

"Hello, I'm Joanna McCallister," she said, smiling and 
holding out her hand. Alex stood up and took it.

"Alex Peterson, ma'am," he said, looking down at her. 
She was as petite as her daughter, barely more than four 
feet tall, and very similar in their facial features. 
"You're every bit as pretty as your daughter."

"Thanks you," she smiled at the compliment, then turned 
to her husband. "Could I speak to you in the kitchen for 
a moment?"

"Sure," Frank agreed. He turned to Alex. "Excuse us a 
moment, please? Feel free to turn on the television, if 
you wish."

"May I look at your pictures?" he asked, gesturing 
towards the far wall, where several dozen framed family 
photos were hung.

"Of course," beamed Mrs. McCallister, taking her 
husband's arm. Alex went over to look at the pictures as 
they left.

Just a moment after they were gone, Angie came in, and 
saw him looking at the photos, and came over to him.

"Hi," she said, taking his arm.

"Well hello," he smiled, looking down at her. "You look 
lovely. Are you wearing make-up?"

"A little," she said. "I wanted to look nice for you."

"I like it," he said. "It enhances the beauty that is 
already there."

"Thank you," she whispered shyly. He leaned down and 
took a deep breath.

"I like your perfume, too," he said, bending down and 
nuzzling her neck. "You smell good enough to eat, with 
no flower garnish."

"I'm not wearing perfume," she said, puzzled.

"Really?" he asked, surprised. "That wonderful smell is 
you?"

Before she could respond, her parents came back into the 
room with them. 

"See? I told you," said Angie's mother. "They're already 
at it."

"I didn't doubt you when you said it in the kitchen," 
her father said blandly. "Come over here and sit down, 
you two. We need to have an important talk." He looked 
straight at his daughter.

"Remember I told some important decisions were coming up 
shortly? They're here," he said. He switched his gaze to 
Alex.

"You have some decisions to make tonight, too, son," 
Frank said. "Decisions that will affect the rest of your 
life, if you want to have a future with my daughter."

"Yes sir," Alex said seriously.

"My wife informs me that you commanded my daughter to 
perform a sexual act on another man today."

"Yes sir," Alex admitted.

"Command her to perform another sexual act. Right here 
in the living room."

"Sir?" Alex asked.

"This is a test, son. Tell her to do something, right 
here in front of us," Frank said. "You had enough power 
over her before; let's see how much power you really 
have."

"Daddy?" Angie gasped, not believing her ears.

"Shut up, slut. The men are talking," Frank snapped, not 
even looking at her. 

Angie closed her mouth and sat there, stunned. She 
looked at her mother, but got a finger to the lips in 
response. Angie sat there quietly and listened as her 
father and best friend decided her fate.

Frank looked at Alex pointedly, then tilted his head 
slightly toward his only daughter, urging to boy to do 
something. Alex hesitated one moment more, then took his 
future in his hands and spoke.

"Angie, stand up, and go over in front of the 
television," he said. His tone brooked no disobedience, 
so Angie got up and crossed the room, tucking her arms 
around herself nervously.

Frank nodded approvingly, but Alex didn't see it. The 
boy only had eyes for Angie.

"Now take of all your clothes. Slowly," he said.

Joanne looked at her husband questioningly, and he 
nodded. She got up and walked over, to stand next to her 
daughter.

"Mom? What are you doing?" Angie asked, surprised.

"Your father told me to do everything sexual that you 
had to do. If you have to striptease, I have to do it 
right beside you." she said.

Alex looked at Frank, startled. "Everything?" he asked, 
surprised.

"Welcome to the family, son," Frank smiled. "You don't 
have to do this. You can go home, and if you ever 
breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll have your whole 
family discredited and killed."

"Oh no, sir," Alex grinned. "I'm staying. The more I get 
to know this family, the better I like you!"

"All right then!" Frank said, smiling more broadly. "I'm 
glad my daughter chose so wisely! Welcome to the 
family!"

Both men turned their attention to the front of the room 
just then, because Angie's mother had just moved behind 
her daughter and begun unbuttoning the girl's blouse.

"Mom! What are you doing?" Angie whispered, scandalized.

"Don't worry, Alex is going to love it," she whispered 
in Angie's ear, undoing the second button. She had 
started at the bottom and was working her way upward. "I 
know your father will!"

"This is your show, Alex. Tell them what to do. You can 
direct Joanne for this too. She'll obey your commands 
just like Angie will," Frank said, letting both women 
hear him say it. I want to know what sort of man my 
daughter has brought home."

Alex smiled. This was a wet dream come true!

"Joanne, take all her clothes off. Prance around and act 
sexy as you do it, too. Tease us with your clothes on 
while you strip your daughter naked."

"Nice," Frank said, leaning forward in his chair.

Angie could only see naked lust on her father's face as 
her mother removed her blouse from behind, then came to 
her side and lifted one breast out of her bra and licked 
it, giving the men she loved most the best angle to view 
it from.

Joanne unfastened her daughter's best skirt and let it 
fall to the floor, then turned Angie around and let them 
have a good look before peeling the panties down to the 
floor.

"Very good," Alex said, Angie, come over here and kneel 
in front of me. No, turn around so you can watch your 
mother." he said.

"Joanne, strip for me. Never mind Frank; I want you to 
strip for me. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," she smiled, then spun around and looked at 
the wall a long moment. When she turned to face them 
again, she only had eyes for Alex and the most sultry 
look on her face Angie had ever seen.

Her every movement was deliberate and planned to turn 
Alex on, and as her clothes came off, Alex's excitement 
rose and rose. When she was completely naked and coming 
towards him, Alex spoke again.

"Give your husband a blow-job," he said. "Make it a good 
one; Angie is going to be watching and learning from you 
as you do it. If you need to explain something, go ahead 
and do it. This is all about teaching her to suck me 
off."

"Okay," Joanna agreed, then knelt in front of her 
husband.

"Frank, would you mind standing up so Angie can see 
better?" Alex suggested as gently as he could.

"Angie should come over here and do it with her mother, 
if you really want her to learn." Frank laughed. He knew 
full well what he was suggesting, and he wanted to see 
if Alex would go for it. This was the real test, right 
here.

"Yes sir," Alex said, after a moment's hesitation. 
Angie, go over there beside your mother. Daddy's going 
to teach you how to do it."

As soon as he said the words, Angie knew she was going 
to do it, and a line was crossed in her heart. She 
looked up at Alex and nodded.

"I love you, Alex. I just want you to know that," she 
whispered, then moved away from him and was naked beside 
her mother, staring at her father's cock, standing up 
hugely from a thick patch of hair.

"Okay, listen," Joanne said to Angie. "The first thing 
you do is to take it in your hand, and get a good grip 
on it so you can move it around." she said. "Don't be 
all hesitant to touch it, men hate that. Don't be afraid 
of it at all; you love the cock. Rub your face on it, 
your cheeks and forehead."

Joanne did what she said, rubbing Frank's cock all over 
her smiling face as she gazed raptly up at her man. 
"Then you can go down and suck on his balls."

Frank shuffled his legs further apart as his wife 
lowered herself and started licking his nut sack.

"If you really want to be a dirty whore, you can go even 
further and stick your tongue in his asshole. There's 
not a man alive who doesn't like having his asshole 
licked for a minute." 

Angie watched, fascinated by the sight of her mother 
licking her father's asshole, laving it with a really 
wet tongue, then dipping it right inside. She looked up 
into her father's face and saw the look of pleasure it 
gave him, and decided she could do that for Alex, if it 
brought that much pleasure...

She saw her father grab Joanne's shoulder and move her 
away, so with lightning quickness, she moved up and took 
as much of Frank's cock into her mouth as she could fit, 
holding it in there for a long moment.

She sat back with a gasp and caught her breath for a 
second. "If you are going to do that, the moment you're 
done, you have to take him as deep as you can and let 
him hold you there as long as he wants." she told her 
daughter. And then the regular blow-job begins, go down 
as far as you can and suck when you come up. You should 
swallow it when he comes unless he wants you to do 
something different with it."

Joanne went to sucking Frank's cock for a long moment, 
then he pulled it out of her mouth and moved in front of 
his daughter.

"Time for you to learn, Angel," Frank said, calling her 
by his special name. "Daddy's going to teach his little 
Angel how to be the best slut for her man."

"Yes Daddy," she said, staring at her father's cock, 
only inches from her face. This was it; the was the 
moment. 

Yes, she had crossed this line in her heart when Alex 
told her to do this, but now she had to lean forward all 
by herself and willingly do this.

"Remember how I told you to start?" Joanne said, 
prompting her daughter, who had frozen. "Take it firmly 
in your hand."

Angie watched as her hand rose up, all by itself, and 
she suddenly she came back to herself as she felt it 
fill her hand. The full realization of what she was 
about to do crashed down upon her.

"Go ahead, Angie, he wants to teach you," Alex said. "I 
want you to learn from him. It's okay to be a slut, 
Angie. I love you."

The last of her hesitation melted away as he spoke, so 
Angie bent her head forward and gave the head of her 
father's cock a little kiss. She looked up at him, and 
her father's face was smiling down at her as she rubbed 
the head of it over her cheeks and nose. "I love you, 
too, Daddy." she said, then engulfed the whole head of 
his prick in her mouth, swirling her tongue over it.

"Ohh, Angel, yes, just like that," he father groaned. 
'My little baby does it perfect on her first try. Oh, 
baby, yes, just like that!"

Joanne leaned over to whisper in her daughter's ear. 
"He's going to come, Angie. Take it, baby, take your 
father's come! You're doing so well, honey, I'm proud of 
you."

Angie felt her father's cock throb and swell, and was 
prepared for his spurts of come, sucking and swallowing 
with perfect timing. She didn't miss a drop, nor did she 
choke. Frank pulled his member out of his daughter's 
mouth, and she wasn't even out of breath. Much.

"Oh my God, Angel, that was perfect. Come on, come with 
me," he smiled down at her. He took her hand and helped 
her to her feet. He led her over to Alex and had her 
kneel.

"Here is my daughter, naked. I give her to you, to 
command as you see fit." He looked down at his daughter.

"Angie, you will obey this man as you would obey me. Do 
you understand?" he said.

"Yes Daddy," Angie said obediently.

Frank looked at the two of them, dead serious. "Alex, 
you are not to fuck my daughter outside of this house 
unless you have prior permission from me, and the 
location has been vetted by my people. I can tell you 
right now that your house is out of the question because 
of security issues."

"Also, no more hanky-panky at school. I know this Coach 
person, and her indiscretion won't go any further than 
it has, given no future incidents."

"There will be no further incidents, do I make myself 
clear? You are free to indulge yourself in this house 
with her, every moment of your free time, but if you two 
ever get caught somewhere, ever again... Your life 
depends on this."

"I understand, sir," Alex said, then looked at Angie. 
"You are never to go near the boy's locker room at 
school again, do you understand? You walk on the other 
side of the hallway when you have to go past it."

"Yes sir," Angie said, sounding a little relieved.

"Good girl," said Alex and Frank in unison, and they 
shared a chuckle over it.

Alex looked at his watch. "Sir, I have two hours left 
before my curfew. I'd like to take Angie upstairs and 
fuck her in her own bed until I have to leave, if that's 
alright with you?"

"Fine, Alex, I'll see you tomorrow," Frank said, going 
over to his wife as Alex helped Angie to her feet and 
led her to the stairs.

"I saw how you danced for his cock." Frank's voice 
carried up the stairs a little. "You want that monster 
fucking you, don't you? You couldn't take your eyes off 
it, the whole time he had it out."

The reply was mumbled, and Alex couldn't make it out as 
Angie pulled him into her room and closed the door.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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