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Subject: "The Maid" (voy, inc, mf) - Caesar
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This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
the house and suduces the father then wants more!
Disclaimer:
All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
imagination. Constructive e-mail welcome.
The Maid
========
by Caesar c1994
She came highly recommended, with references and a
resume that greatly impressed me. The children
loved her, my wife was thankful of the excellent
work she did, and I was able to spend more time
with my work. The maid also entered my family and
began to systematically control or terrorize
everyone in the household. It was a warped and
demented person that used every device available
to her to manipulate me and my loved ones.
Tiyar was gorgeous. And because of that simple
fact, perhaps I gave her too much lassitude. My
wife was the one that actually hired her, Linda
was very impressed with the young woman she had
hired. Everything was going fine for several
months, the new live-in maid was perfect. Life
between me and my wife was renewed. And my two
kids seemed happy with the maid, and the
intoxicating feelings their parents radiated.
My wife even phoned the references, and they all
were impeccable and just a little impressive. And
the months after she moved in, proved that our
patience and diligence in looking for the perfect
maid seemed to pay off when we found Tiyar.
When things began to change, it wasn't anything
huge or obvious, just simple little intuitions
that became more and more obvious. For instance,
my teenage daughter seemed to be infatuated with
the new woman in the house and followed upon every
word and action the maid did. While I noticed my
wife was becoming the direct opposite. Looking
upon the brown skin beauty with contempt and
disgust, though she had yet to mention her
feelings and I don't know why her feelings have
changed about the maid. In truth, I was the last
to realize what was going on in my own house.
-*-
This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
the house and suduces the father then wants more!
Disclaimer:
All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
imagination. Constructive e-mail welcome.
The Maid - Chapter II
=====================
by Caesar c1994
"Sir, I found this note in the garbage. Is it
yours?" The dark brown innocent looking eyes of
Tiyar awaited my answer as she held out the
crumpled paper to me.
"Thank you." I took the note and read it. It was
from my business partner, and that an important
meeting had been rescheduled, to start and hour
ago! I could not control the anger in my voice,
"Did you take this note Ti?" I often called her
this, she had asked me to during the first week
she began work.
"No Mr. Simons." And I believed her, it was
written in my wife's handwriting.
"God damn it all too hell!" I spun about and
slammed my hands upon my desk. I forgot the maid
standing at my flank. Since I missed the meeting,
my company probably lost the chance we had for a
huge account, and a large amount of revenue. Why
would Linda throw out a message that I hadn't
received yet?
I spun about to go out to the backyard where my
wife was taking in some sun, instead I discovered
Ti kneeling before me. Her head was down as she
picked up the mess I had made that morning while
working. From the angle that she was I could see
directly down the front of her dress to her ample
bosom. The naturally brown skin tantalized and
stunned me for a brief second. I, of course, had
noticed that the maid was a very beautiful young
woman, but usually my appraisal was less than
energetic. The large firm mounds swayed beneath
her as she reached and grabbed the small bundles
of garbage, a sight that greatly incensed me. I
could see much of her breast, minus the sight of
her nipple, a part of her that I greatly imagined
the sight of.
After several enjoyable moments of this sight, she
looked up directly into my eyes, her hand and
knees still upon the floor. Silence. I was
extremely conscious that my knees were spread and
she was but an arm's reach from my crotch, while
her face was level with my lap.
"Honey?!" It was Linda.
It took a few seconds before I answered, all
thought of the crumpled note gone, just the silent
beauty kneeling before me in my thoughts. "Yes?"
Ti stood and immediately took the garbage pail out
of my den. My wife entered seconds after, dressed
in a see-through summer wrap which revealed her
one-piece bikini underneath. "Oh..." I was
startled by her sudden appearance.
"Hi dear, did you get some work done." It wasn't
really a question since she knew the answer to
that query. "I was wondering if you want me to
get you anything from the market?"
I barely understood the words that she spoke, as
my attention was centered upon her chest. The
sway of it hypnotized me and demanded my action,
as I enjoyed my wife's bosom reminiscent of Ti's.
I stood suddenly and pulled my wife to me, my
mouth immediately pressing against hers. I was
hungry for relief, also I wanted to taste her sun
warmed soft breast. This was not as unusual an
uncontrollable emotion as it seems, since when we
were first married I often lost control of my
senses and thought with my lower head. Though I
had not given this type of demanding attention to
my wife in over ten years, and she wasn't prepared
for my animal hunger.
My sight was filled with the sway of Ti's brown
skinned breasts and my own wife's soft chest even
as my hands pulled the straps down from Linda's
shoulders revealing her left white boob. My
salivating mouth encircled her nipple. I didn't
notice my wife's nervousness or surprise at my
actions. She didn't resist me, but she also
didn't help me any. The only thing that escaped
her lips, was a simple "oh", when my tongue
flicked her hardened nipple.
I spun my wife about and pressed her down onto the
top of my desk. Quickly I pulled the crotch of
her bikini to the side held it wide as I freed my
cock. I sunk my manhood deep within her in a
single lunge. My passions rushed my actions and I
pressed my wife's shapely legs to her chest giving
me direct access to her love channel. She moaned
and rotated her hips, while I was in a frenzy as I
pounded into her again and again. Linda began to
squeeze her own exposed breast, the other hand
moving down between her spread legs to flick her
blood-enlarged clitoris.
My surprised wife orgasmed even as my own shot
deep within her. I fucked her as an animal, and
she in turn enjoyed my actions. My life giving
juices shot out of me even as I noticed a movement
from the still open doorway. Linda had her eyes
tightly closed as she spasmed in sexual relief,
and didn't notice my movement nor saw the maid
standing in the door watching our nuptial
coupling. Ti was rhythmically squeezing a large
breast above her clothes while the other hand
rubbed outside her covered sex mound. I was
startled and excited at the sight of my maid as
she viewed my enjoyment with Linda.
My wife's voice caused the maid to turn quickly
and leave the open doorway, while my attention was
again returning to normal and I looked deep into
my wife's happy eyes. "I guess you don't want
anything from the store?" I hadn't the energy to
laugh.
-*-
This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
the house and suduces the father then wants more!
Disclaimer:
All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
imagination. Constructive e-mail welcome.
The Maid - Chapter III
======================
by Caesar c1994
I hadn't forgotten the intoxicating sight of my
maid's upper breast., nor the gentle sway they had
undergone as she moved before me. And the sight
of Ti's excitement as she rubbed herself before me
and my wife was embarrassing, not to say damn
exciting. Thank goodness Linda hadn't noticed.
In fact, after our torrid encounter in my study,
she had a renewed vigor and energy with me.
Perhaps I should become a sexual beast more often
with my wife.
Nothing was said between Tiyar and myself about
that afternoon. We acted as if nothing had ever
happened. Yet our eyes would sometimes meet and a
silent communication would be passed between us.
A few times I had caught her eyes upon me,
attempting to pierce my clothing. I was also
doing the same towards her. Things would have
continued from that point if I didn't walk in on
Ti as she was masturbating.
It was the Sunday after her witnessing my nuptial
coupling and the house was quiet when I got home
from golf. I had thought everyone gone, even Ti
since it was her day off, but I was standing in
the hallway browsing through the Sunday Paper when
I noticed movement from down the hall leading to
the kitchen. Actually, once I stuck my head
around the corner the movement had come from the
breakfast nook and not from the actual kitchen.
And what I saw startled me, even after seeing my
maids hunger as she watched me and Linda.
Ti was sitting the large bay window that lead out
to the backyard, her right side was facing me.
She was sitting in the large comfortable chairs
Linda had wanted so badly, and had her naked feet
placed up on the window sill. The long brown
smooth legs were uncovered and lead right up to
the edge of her oversized tee-shirt, the knees
well apart. She was almost laying horizontal in
that chair, but her head and neck was staring out
the window directly at my wife's bikini clothed
body. That was a shock, but when Ti moaned and
clenched her unseen crotch with both hands, I was
truly amazed.
Perhaps Ti had not been excited at seeing me the
other day, but my wife! I wasn't sure if I should
be disgusted or turned on. Ti was a very
beautiful woman, and the fact that she was
interested in my wife's body instead of mine
puzzled me. I could barely see Linda out in the
yard, laying face down upon the huge towel. Her
body glistening with tanning lotion and sweat, the
sun darkening her pale skin. She too looked
attractive.
Again Ti moaned, one arm moving faster upon her
crotch than the other. I could just make out the
faint noise of her juicy vagina as its folds were
being manipulated. As I stood dumbly in the
hallway, Ti brought up one hand, covered in her
sexual secretions and sucked on the fingers one at
a time, being sure to get every drop. She then
used the same hand to begin to pinch her nipples
through her tee-shirt. Her bottom began to rotate
upon the chair, in time to her moaning and heavy
breathing, yet her eyes never left the naked limbs
of my wife.
Linda, meanwhile, was unaware of the audience she
had. But lay contented before the pool, a few
feet from the large window. She was reading one
of those trashy novels housewives seem to purchase
often. Her feet were waving about in the air as
she was raised up on her elbows. Her breasts hung
down in the slim bathing suit, and from the angle
she was at I could see almost all the way to her
navel. A tall glass with a drink sat next to her,
and she reached out to wipe the sweat from the
clear cup. She rubbed the moisture upon her upper
chest and forehead. Linda did indeed look
delicious, and I may have lingered to enjoy the
sight of her if Ti had not.
The maid's enjoyment was reaching a climax, her
body was quivering uncontrollably now, her calf
muscles jumping in excitement. The sounds of
pleasure loud against the silence of the house.
Ti stiffened noticeably while her body became like
a statue for several lengthy seconds. Her climax
shot throughout her body, and then she began to
relax and enjoy the sexual after affects. It took
a long time for her to gain her body back under
control.
Ti suddenly turned her head and looked directly
into my eyes. Without any emotion upon her face
she looked down upon my bulging crotch and
appraised my covered organ. She stood, and for a
brief second I wondered if she would come towards
me, yet she promptly disappeared about the corner
towards her bedroom.
The breakfast room smelled faintly like a woman's
sexual heat, and I stood before the large window
at the close proximity of my wife as she was still
unaware of what had just transpired. Out of the
corner of my eye, I again saw movement, but so
enthralled was I in what I had just seen, I didn't
realize it was from the opposite direction than
Tiyar had departed to.
-*-
This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
the house and suduces the father then wants more!
Disclaimer:
All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
imagination. Constructive e-mail welcome.
The Maid - Chapter IV
=====================
by Caesar c1994
I had come to the conclusion that the sight I had
witnessed had been a damn turn-on! Watching the
beautiful Tiyar masturbating was stimulating
enough, but add the idea that what had prompted
her action was my wife's near-naked body was
extremely exciting. That night as I lay next to
my sexy wife, my cock pounding back and forth in
her wet hole, my vision was filled with Ti. I
fantasized about my maid, and the erotic sight of
her masturbating while my near-naked wife lay
unsuspecting near by.
Though things about the house seemed to return to
"normal". I treated Tiyar the same as I had
before my sight of her enjoying herself. If
anything, my wife noticed the difference just by
the amount of sexual attention she was receiving.
Almost daily I would point my active imagination
upon my unsuspecting, but pleased, wife. I didn't
think I would again enjoy such a high sex drive
now as I had when I was still in my late teens.
So, Ti was responsible for my marriage becoming
almost better than ever.
The occasion was Ted and Sherry came over for
supper and drinks. It was a usual occurrence,
happening about once every month. The five of us,
including Ti, sat about eating the delicious
Italian cuisine and chatting normally. Everything
was normal.
I felt a light touch upon my right side, next to
my trouser zipper. Thinking I had dropped
something in my lap, I glanced quickly down and
saw a small thin brown skinned hand reaching for
my zipper. Like a flash I forced myself to look
up, and not at Ti, who was busier than anybody
actually realized at that table. I grasped her
small hand in my beefy paw just as she found the
clasp to the zipper. She didn't resist as I
pushed that hand firmly away from my lap.
Again, she reached for me, and again I forced her
hand away from me. I quickly glanced to my side
and saw that she was chatting with my wife and
Sherry, while Ted looked on and listened
dutifully. This time when her hand found my
zipper, I didn't resist. Perhaps it was the many
nights of fantasizing or the sheer lust I had for
my young maid. The zipper barely resisted her
attempts and I felt a breeze well within my
trousers, before slim cold fingers fumbled with my
the fly on my boxer shorts.
I couldn't resist tensing up when her cold fingers
found my flaccid sex, but thankfully no one
noticed my discomfort. Quickly, she rhymically
squeezed my cock until it quickly hardened. Again
I glanced down, the sight irresistible, her thin
fingers attempting to circle my throbbing member.
The fingers warmed quickly upon my penis, and she
slowly moved it up and down, stroking me expertly.
I didn't resist, nor did I help, I just sat their
and enjoyed it.
Across the table, my wife looked over at me and
smiled happily. Seconds later, Ted began to
question me about business, and I animatedly
chatted with him. Up and down the fingers went,
and my mind began to drift. Just when I thought
it prudent to discontinue, Ti withdrew her hand
from my raised pole and grasped my hand discretely
and pulled it to her lap. She was wearing a loose
summer skirt and I found the hem raised to her
waist. My maid placed my hand directly between
her warm thighs and right upon her wet hairless
uncovered crotch. I almost lost my supper. She
returned to stroking my cock.
Never before had I felt such a sexy and wet slit.
It was a marvel that I explored more out of
curiosity than passion. Her natural juices had
coated the whole sex mound and her strong inner
thighs, which in turn coated my hand. I had to
resist the temptation to lift my fingers to my
lips to taste and smell her. I could feel the
dilemma that she was creating with her stroking
fingers upon my cock, and I acted out of instinct
as I found and rotated her clitoris. She wiggled
with delight, while asking my wife a question
about the meal.
I remembered the sight as my wife had lain within
sight of my maids excited eyes, and her reaction.
It was obvious to me that she had not thought only
of my pretty wife as sexy. The moving fingers
were proof of that. I could feel the tension
building between my legs and knew this engender
would soon come to a close. As the sperm began to
build in pressure, I plunged a single finger into
her surprisingly tight sex hole.
I could feel my seed shoot out the head of my cock
even while her vagina clasped my fucking finger in
a hungry and climaxing grasp. It was one of the
most peculiar orgasms I have ever had. Ti and I
both climaxed simultaneous, neither had a huge
cum. I for one was attempting to hide my
enjoyment for my wife and company, while very
conscious of any above table movements. It was a
strange orgasm that I had, but fulfilling all the
same.
Several moments went by and Ti and I returned our
hands to our laps. Unseen by anyone else at the
table, my maid daintily lifted her expert hand and
licked off two drops of pearly white sperm,
smiling at me all the while. I looked into her
eyes as I finally lifted and quickly tasted my
hand, her juices delicious and her sent strong but
highly addictive.
-*-
This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
the house and suduces the father then wants more!
Disclaimer:
All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
imagination. Constructive e-mail welcome.
The Maid - Chapter V
====================
by Caesar c1994
What happened next should be obvious. That I
would seek out the maid and become a sexual beast
upon her. Yet, that is not how it happened. I
did seek her out in the darkness of the night, but
could not find her in her room or even in any of
the obvious places in the house. So I began to
hunt the not so obvious places.
I came upon my teenage daughters room and the
slightly open door. The crack glowed with a
yellow pale light from within, though not enough
to even brighten the hallway which I stood. It
was no perverse or demented reason that I stole a
peek into my daughters privacy, just simple
interest and casual turn of the head. Inside, my
slim pretty young girl leisurely masturbated
unknown to her fathers sudden surprise.
At first, I was surprised and shocked that my
"little girl" had advanced in years that her own
sexuality had emerged. Something that I had
dreaded and pretended not to notice. Yet, my
eyes, and ears, proved that her body was becoming
something that a father never wants for his
daughter, a "woman". A wave of guilt ran through
me, from my intrusion into affairs that hardly
included me. Yet, her slim strong tanned limbs
enticed and seduced my vision as well as my mind
and I stood rooted to the spot, my eyes glued to
the long spread legs of my own flesh and blood.
Time had no meaning, it was measured in the
movement of my daughters long shiny wet fingers
upon her obviously excited vagina. She was naked,
not a stitch of clothing or a blanket hid any part
of her from my prying eyes. I would involuntarily
lick my lips as I watched the excited young lady
arch her back off the bed, and grasp her own young
firm breast in her claw-like-hands. The hand
between her legs would move to the enlarged
clitoris showing above her glistening slit to
agitate it viciously, before moving back down to
rub up and down the full length of her slightly
spread sex lips. Her gasp of self-pleasure
echoing in my ears, almost deafened me with my
guilty lust.
My body was secular to my single sense of sight,
yet that sight noticed a movement beneath me. Or
rather, just in front and below me. Tyar's eyes
looked directly into my own, her fingers fumbling
with my tied off rugby bottoms. Shocked that I
had a witness to my incestuous thoughts, if not my
inaction, and shocked that she obviously cared
not. My hardness emerged with a insistent jerk
that slapped the young woman on her cheek. With
her eyes still looking into my own, she opened her
mouth and swallowed two-thirds of my manhood.
This time, my own quiet moan of delight resounded
in time with my daughters mounting excitement.
The maid, closed her eyes and earnestly began to
please me. So my vision again returned to my
daughters quickening movements.
The teenager rolled to her side away from me, and
the doorway, her hips pumping her sex against her
wet fingers. She bit into her own pillow to
stifle a scream of pleasure. Even as my daughters
orgasm approached, so did mine. A part of me
wanted to feel my seed spend at the exact moment
my daughter reacted to her own out rush of energy.
And with the help of the determined lips and mouth
of my hired-hand, it would soon be accomplished.
The seconds progressed more quickly than before,
much to my disappointment. My daughter returned
to laying upon her backside, her legs spread
almost horizontal and never once touching the bed.
I was amazed at my "little girl's" sexuality, the
emotions she was about to expel was proof of her
capacity.
The face bobbing upon my cock, mattered little, Ti
didn't matter only her working mouth did. And
even then, only to produce an orgasm that I had
thought too dirty an action to do while being a
witness to my daughters enjoyment. And Ti did an
expert job, even though she could not witness what
I could see. And as greedy as I was, I am glad
that I was the only witness to the beautiful young
ladies pleasure.
My cock began to shoot even before I was aware of
the fact, so engrossed in my own daughters orgasm.
She clenched fiercely, both her thigh and shoulder
muscles quivering violently, even while her teeth
ground and her fingers dug into flesh. I thought
my darling young girl would hurt herself, for that
briefest of moments, until she again collapsed
flat upon the bed, her body draped in exhaustion.
The last of my sperm was deposited upon the brown
skin of my maids cheek.
I could barely stand, and backed up to lean
against the hallway wall. My maid, stood
triumphantly and pressed her clothed body against
my own. Without a word she kissed me
passionately, my own taste entering my mouth along
with her spearing tongue. The kiss lasted a scant
few seconds, long enough for me to feel a gentle
ripple in my sex, before my maid stood away from
me. She stole my soul with her piercing gaze,
then turned and left me alone in the hallway.
Guilty at all that had transpired, I quickly
returned to my wife and my bed.
-*-
This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
the house and suduces the father then wants more!
Disclaimer:
All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
imagination. Constructive e-mail welcome.
The Maid - Chapter VI
=====================
by Caesar c1994
My obsession of Tiyar increased after that
incident, her availability seemingly open after
our brief encounters. I desired the need to
possess her lovely body for my own. My vision was
not secular, I did notice that my wife was looking
very sexy these last few days, and my daughter was
no longer a "little girl". Yet I didn't seek out
the attentions of my maid, instead used my wife as
a vehicle of my desire. At least once a day I
would feel the need to enjoy my wife's pretty
body, and it was always hard and fast.
I hadn't thought my wife needed the attentions of
another man, nor did I expect to find her doing so
in my own house. Yet that is exactly what I
discovered. Or rather Ti gave me forewarning and
showed me my unfaithful wife's wicked ways.
The finger at her lips suggested she desired my
silence, and I was about to speak up anyway, at
least until I heard my wife's voice. I walked
silently over to the living room door and looked
through the crack that the maid held open.
Inside, Linda lay sideways upon the couch, her
head on my sons shoulder, her hand upon his lap.
While he sat facing me, her one arm around his
mother, the other nervously clenching a pillow.
Next to me, Ti moved away allowing me to get a
better view while she stood back and watched me.
I knew not what they were discussing nor why I was
spying upon my family, it appeared they were doing
nothing wrong. Yet a gut feeling held me in
place.
"So you find her more attractive than me?" It was
a strange question coming from my wife, at least
when talking with her teenage son. He shrugged,
unsure. "Tiyar is very attractive isn't she?"
She was attempting another tactic. My son nodded
affirmative. "Then you have had sex with her?"
Her voice had an edge. This sent a cold chill
down my spin, and I anxiously awaited the
response.
My son finally spoke up, "N...no."
"But you think of her when you play with
yourself?" I could see his face turn red and
nodded, yes. "How about when you fuck me?"
What?!
Linda's words shot spikes through me and I almost
collapsed upon the floor. By her own admission
she has had sex with our son. Everything I ever
thought about my home life was shattered in only
seconds. How could this ever happen?
The lad nodded no again and Linda looked relieved.
She opened her mouth and sucked his ear briefly,
then she whispered something. He smiled hugely
and moved his arm around her further and cupped
her full breast above her blouse. "Be careful
dear, your father will be home soon. And that
tramp is still in the house!" I could hear the
venom in her voice when she spoke about Ti. My
wife's hand moved up the boys thigh and cupped his
bulging shorts, gripping him in a solid hold.
Linda, compared to her maid, was a slut. Any
woman that desired, seduced, and fucked her own
son could be termed nothing but.
He moved sideways towards her on the couch,
"Please mother!"
Linda giggled then spoke quickly as she bent over
into his crotch, "Okay dear, but make it quick."
I could see her nibble fingers unzip his cutoffs,
a small hard cock quickly plopped out, pointed
right at my wife's mouth. As I would have seen
her do to me, she opened her mouth and inhaled his
young cock, which caused him to gasp out with
pleasure. Her face and head quickened, attempting
to produce the teens orgasm as fast as she could.
I could hardly breath, as she mumbled between down
thrusts, "You...taste good! I will...suck...as
long as...you don't...fuck the maid." I watched
as my son, grunted then grasped his mothers head
in his strong youthful hands and begin to brutally
fuck her face. She managed a few more words,
"Promise...me...?"
Just as his words escaped his lips, "I promise
mother", he forced my wife's face flat against his
stomach, the whole cock inhaled, while he
obviously had an orgasm. His grunts of passion
echoed her moans of pleasure. It all ended very
quickly and my wife sat back up smiling at our
son, while whipping away a drop of his pearl
colored come upon her chin, with the back of her
hand.
"Don't forget you promised?!" She teased him,
while standing and lifting the front of her
flowing summer skirt. The off-white colored
garment was bunched around her waist and my sons
hands reached up and, with a smile, pulled his
mothers cotton white panties down to mid thigh.
The teen reached around, cupped her round firm
asscheeks in his strong hands and pressed his face
into her crotch. She moaned yet again, as a
response to his actions. My vision was obstructed
since, she had moved to stand before my son and
the couch, her backside to me. I could see her
tan-lined ass rotate even while he roughly
manipulated her round bottom. Also, she began to
taunt and guide him with words that tore my heart
out, and left my love for the woman I married a
charred husk of lies and deceit.
"Again...yes dear...fuck my clit...in a circle,
yea right there...ugh huh...yes!" In fact she
continuously talked to him through the whole five
minutes he was down between her legs. I almost
wished I had a better view of the incestuous
action. But alas, it also ended with my wife's
orgasm. Her buttocks rippling uncontrollably, and
my sons gasps for air all happened after an
eternity of witnessing the degrading and
disgusting sights.
Silently, as a zombie, I closed the swinging doors
to the living room. My actions, and body, were an
automation. My mind was thinking and remembering
the last few moments, while my body slowly
returned to my car in the garage. I was about to
leave it all at that point; my wife, and two kids.
And yes, even Tiyar. But something held me back.
Perhaps it was the fear of the unknown life that I
would have had to lead, or the pain of viewing the
sight of my wife and my son giving each other oral
sex.
Slowly, after an undetermined time, my mind
returned to my body. I finally resolved to stay
at home, and not intervene until such a time as I
knew what the hell was going on.
-*-
This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
the house and suduces the father then wants more!
Disclaimer:
All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
imagination. Constructive e-mail welcome.
The Maid - Chapter VII
======================
by Caesar c1994
The next few days were distant, at least with my
interactions with other people. I barely spoke to
my wife, and never touched her. She, of course,
noticed my coldness and inquired into my feelings
and thoughts, I just smiled as warm as I could
then allowed her to kiss me. On the cheek. I
avoided my daughter, every time I saw her I
picture that pretty woman laying upon her bed
naked and damn sexy. And, of course, the guilty
pleasure I had received just from that sight
alone. As for my son, I went out of my way to not
see. And for some strange reason didn't blame him
for what was going on with my wife. Linda was
older, and his mother, she was to blame. I
understood that teenagers had raging hormones and
would take anything that came along, though I did
wonder where the line must be drawn. Tiyar was
the only one that I didn't avoid, in fact I wished
she would seek my company more often.
I desired Tiyar's company for a new reason now; I
thought she was the only one who knew the
tremendous emotions running through me, and I
figured I would be able to talk with her. When
that moment finally came, she sat down with me,
alone in the house, and I talked for almost an
hour. While she was being the perfect listener.
Even holding my hand, kissing the fingertips in
sympathy for my words. A new rush of desire ran
through me, one solely to possess this beautiful
and sexy maid. It was stronger than lust before,
this time I began to think I was falling in love
with Tiyar.
My house was not a comfortable place to live, my
daughter was the first to voice this problem. She
cried upon my shoulder telling me that "everyone
hated her". Of course I reassured her this was
preposterous while at the same time was very
conscious of her warm young body fiercely holding
me. At that time, I didn't actually wonder why my
daughter hadn't gone to my wife for support, as
the two of them were usually bound tightly as some
mother-daughters were.
I didn't want my desire to rise, and I did attempt
to hold it back, but my heart rate and sex had
other ideas. Could my daughter feel the growing
size of my organ against her hip, as she sat upon
my lap as she used to do as a very young girl?
The sweat was rolling down my back and face, and
it wasn't the heat. I hated myself, hated what my
body urged for. My hand was nonchalantly laying
upon my daughters upper thigh, and I wondered if
she could feel it quiver as well as then forced
will I put into it, just so it didn't move.
She wiggled about, seemingly to get more
comfortable, yet this stimulated my rock hard sex.
Surely she could feel the manhood against her?
She had talked herself out and just had her arms
wrapped about my neck in a strong hug. She was so
small and attractive that my desire was strongly
overcoming my willpower to stop any actions that
may lead, or suggest, a lewdness or impropriety in
our parts. Incest is such a ugly word, as my wife
should well know.
I honestly do now know how far it would have gone.
My daughter wiggled about even more, pressing her
hip harder into my lap, my small breasts poking
into my chest, and her soft cheek against my own.
She only kissed me twice. Two little peeks upon
my neck. But that is all it took, I lost control;
my hand slid up between her thighs and began to
slowly reach upwards to that warm wonderful spot
that I had witness not so long before. She
responded by spreading her legs just enough for my
hand to reach her covered crotch.
My fingers touched the cloth covering her sex
mound, I gently pressed into the lower crack then
tracing upwards towards the spot that caused her
to moan and wiggled about. I was enjoyed the
obvious heat and moisture in this region, when Ti
walked in on us. "Excuse me Sir, would a cold
supper be all right tonight?" I pulled away from
my daughter, too stunned to think. While she
suddenly jumped up and walked away, quickly to her
room. If I had been thinking straight I would
have known what she would be soon doing alone in
her room.
"My god!" I gasped for breath, just realizing
what I had been about to do, what I almost did.
"Thank god." Tiyar looked at me knowingly, yet
with compassion. "Thank you Ti, I..."
The maid came over and replaced my daughter upon
my lap, I still too stunned to even think
straight. "Understandable after everything you
have been through." She kissed my cheek softly.
"And she is an attractive young woman," again a
kissed this time upon the same spot that my
daughter had kissed, "and you have been under
great stress lately."
"Yes..." I realized that Tiyar had sat upon my
lap, not sideways but facing me, her knees
straddling my hips. I could feel warm against my
covered crotch as she pressed her sex against me.
That was when I came out of my delerrime and my
desire again rose to uncontrolled heights. I
reached between us and unbuttoned my fly,
realizing my cock while feeling the naked hairless
wet sex against the back of my hand, Ti hadn't
worn anything under her short loose skirt. In
seconds my cock was finally inside the flesh of
this woman I had desired so strongly.
Ti groaned loudly, "I have been waiting so long
for this. It feels so good!" She melted over me,
her body obviously controlled my the junction
between us. She began to bounce upon me in long
smooth strokes. Part of our joining was just sex,
the other was therapeutic. My stress and
uncontrolled thoughts finally left me, nothing
mattered those few moments except for my rising
orgasm. She whispered fiercely into my ear, her
voice getting raspier, "Cum in my mouth...I love
your taste...", a long pause, "...I love you!"
That would probably have floored me if we had not
been fucking up a storm when she said it, instead
it was natural thing for her to say.
"I love you." At that very moment I meant those
simple words. It was finally the anchor that I
was looking for in my confused life. Only seconds
after speaking, my orgasm released deep inside
her, forcing out the sexual tension that I had
held back for several long heart wrenching days.
It was the turning point for me.
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Disclaimer:
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The Maid - Chapter VIII
=======================
by Caesar c1994
Nervous that our relationship may become obvious,
Tiyar and I had met secretly two evenings later.
She came to my office, dressed in a long dark
overcoat which looked suspiciously like one of my
wife's. The meeting between us had been planned,
and I had scheduled my appointments accordingly,
we intended to discuss my future plans. I wanted
her ear, the one that had sympathetically listened
to everything I had to say earlier.
My secretary had been notified that I was
expecting my someone and let Ti in immediately.
"Hello." I looked up just as my maid closed the
door behind her and I could hear the click of the
lock.
"Hi Ti, I'm glad you could come..." I stopped
when Ti unbuttoned her overcoat and let it drop to
the ground, all she wore was black high heels.
She stood there looking at me, waiting. The young
woman looked delicious and very desirable. I had
to admit that she had a very attractive body, one
that any teenage girl would be envious of.
Several short minutes went by as I studied her
intimately, and she gave every indication that
that was exactly what she wanted. "I want to
leave my wife." I said it simply, but there was
no reaction from Ti at all. "And I would like you
come with me?"
This time I received a reaction, she slowly and
leisurely walked towards me, her long brown smooth
legs moving as if in slow motion. Ti was coming
over to my side of the desk. I watched, my
excitement climbing, as she stood next to my chair
and I turned to face her. She smiled for the
first time since coming in the room then spoke, "I
love coming with you!" She emphasized, "coming"
so strongly that I knew she had switched the
subject. Her voice was low and raspy, and very
sexy. Ti quickly descended to her knees before
me, her eyes never leaving my own. I could feel
her nimble fingers upon my zipper, quickly opening
it.
"I don't think you should leave, it is your
house." With that, she lowered her face and
opened her mouth. She swallowed my cock almost
whole. The words I was going to say left my
thoughts, as my head and heart were focused upon
the wonderful attention my cock was receiving. Ti
was moving her head steadily up and down my shaft,
her eyes had closed as she concentrated. I could
see that her cheeks were sunken in, and her throat
bulged whenever she deep throated my cock on every
down thrust. My maid certainly knew how to suck
cock.
This pleasure didn't last very long, just as I was
beginning to thrust upwards into her descending
mouth, and my pleasure growing in amplitude, 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 pony tail 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 attempted to extracted the juices of
our joining.
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The Maid - Chapter IX
=====================
by Caesar c1994
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 sunbathing 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 bends forward and kiss's my
wife's near-naked buttock. Then in a later photo,
while she was upon her back, he again bends
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, they
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 moments 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 until the "perfect"
pictures presented themselves. I couldn't hear my
two family members as they necked upon the sturdy
lawn chair, which I was almost thankful.
My son's hands were all over my wife; her breasts
and buttocks, her long strong legs, even the
fabric covering 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 others 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 very clearly
through the camera lens as she pulled aside the
crotch of her bikini panties and with the other
guide my son's ridged 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 behind her swimsuit and a mouth
was pressed against the dark round nipple. What a
picture that gave me, I snapped 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 satisfied yet, and
only an orgasm would temper her excitement. 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 her 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 discussed
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, 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 privileged 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.
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The Maid - Chapter X
====================
by Caesar c1994
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 litigaters 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 pictures, 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 nothing, 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 contest
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 knowing why we had separated, as I had
predicated. 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
movements. 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 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 feelings 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,
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 over 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.
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The Maid - Chapter XI
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by Caesar c1994
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 sessions 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 confronted 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 slept 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
colleague. 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 then promptly lifted 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, 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 rythymn of our
oral love was in perfect sync as her face bounced
up and down her father's dick as 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 lifting 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 slide 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 use 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.
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This devious tale about the new maid that comes into
the house and suduces the father then wants more!
Disclaimer:
All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my
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The Maid - Chapter XII
======================
by Caesar c1994
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 marriage day. I continuously looked into my
daughters face for some clue, to see if my memories
were true. Yet never even looked up from her plate,
she ate in silence.
When I finally looked down, my stomach growling for
nutrition, that I saw them.
A pile of pictures lay upon my seating. The top one
was a close-up of my face and my daughters, 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 through-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 relationship 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 negatives 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 accomplish.
"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
nightmare as my wife looked into my astonished eyes as
her step daughter 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 daughters 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
anything, 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 daughters tongue loud as she slurped and
sucked upon my wife's cunt.
With the hand that held the back of my daughters 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 fell 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 manipulate my ex-wife and son into bed, I no
longer thought it was a coincidence.
"Come dear, lets get ready to leave." She allowed
herself to be placed back upon the ground standing up.
We left to get ready to leave.
Tiyar, the maid had won!
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