Things came to a head a week later. My large pharma client had demanded a meeting following a pretty disastrous 12 months, which they were laying some of the blame for at my door. But not just with me - they wanted my bosses there too. Translation: this was going to be bad for me. Very bad.
The meeting was to be early the next morning, and since we were all coming from outside London, Zoe announced that her, Joe and myself would be travelling up the night before.
‘B warned. Joe is srsly pissed off’ read the text from Zoe.
‘If u have been a bad boy u will have to be punished.’ read the next.
The three of us were to meet for dinner that night to discuss strategy. In truth it was the first time I’d laid eyes on Joe since Kat had started work at the agency.
‘Meet me for a drink at 8pm’ beeped Joe’s text as I checked in that night.
He was waiting for me when I got there.
Joe Fucker is a short, paunchy man who looks like most fifty something millionaires: smug.
After a few minutes of utter banalities, he sipped his drink and got down to business.
“I just wanted to say how much I’m enjoying Kat.” he said, looking unblinkingly at me and smiling. “She’s got everything I look for in an assistant”
If I spoke out, Zoe would have me sent to prison and destroy my family. What could I do but sit there and watch my employer tell me he loved fucking my teenage daughter?
“That’s great” I said, unsmiling.
He was mocking me. Relishing his power over me. “She does everything I tell her to. And I mean, everything. No matter how big. She just slips it into her day and never complains.”
“In fact I’ve asked her to join me tonight. I hope that’s ok?”
It wasn’t a question.
“I’ve sent Zoe and Kat shopping to make sure they look their best tonight…for everything. They should be here soon” he looked at his watch.
Our two mistresses. Out buying suspender belts together.
When they finally turned up, every male’s head in the bar turned. They looked like the hottest mother and daughter pageant contestants you ever saw. Both were poured into matching tiny electric blue dresses that barely covered their cheeks, their perfect big tits jutting through the almost see-through material.
I looked at my giggly 18 year-old daughter, looking even taller than usual on 7-inch killer heels. She was wearing lots of make-up, her naturally pouty lips glistening with fresh lip gloss, her eyes blue with plenty of eye shadow and her hair teased up into a killer do. The effect was to make her look at least 5 years older. And sensational.
“Hello daddy” she said.
“Hel-..” I began to reply before I realised, horrified. She wasn’t talking to me. She was talking to Joe. She barely even seemed to know I was there. I wondered whether Joe was dosing her with anything.
I saw Zoe grin at me and I suddenly remembered her words from that first night in her office, when this whole nightmare had begun: “I’m going to ruin everything you both have together…” she had whispered in my ear (before sucking my cock while I spoke to Jemma on the phone) “…and you’re going to beg me to make you do it.”
“Hey Kitty-Kat” smiled Joe, patting the seat next to him. “Come sit with me.”
Kat had to squeeze past him to get to the seat and as she bent forward to get past him, Joe ran his hand slowly and carefully up her inner thigh and I saw his fingers disappear between her legs. He stared straight at me as he did it and smiled.
I saw a momentary flinch from Kat but then nothing. She stayed frozen, bent over slightly in front of him, her deep, luscious cleavage inches only away from my face as Joe continued staring at me and smiling, his hand up my daughter’s dress, clearly fingering her.
“How does that feel?” Joe said, staring at me. He was talking to both of us.
“It feels really good daddy” cooed Kat, oblivious to me.
I felt Zoe’s hand began to rub my rock-hard cock through my trousers under the table as she down sat next to me.
“You’re going to love what we bought” she whispered in my ear as I sat there, mesmerised by what I was seeing. “It’s going to be a great night”.
And that was the last thing I remember from the bar.
Next thing I knew I was waking up in the dark of my hotel room, stark naked but for a large ballgag stuffing my mouth. My hands and arms were totally numb and cable-tied underneath me. My head was propped up on pillows on my double bed, and on my chest was my work laptop, open.
On the screen I could see Joe in a hotel suite, clearly the same hotel as the one I was in (albeit much nicer and kitted out with a fixed camera) and still in the suit he’d had on earlier. A woman walked in, her back to me, wearing just blue panties, a bra and heels.
She looked amazing from the back. Her legs long and supple, her arse round and full and perfect, her satin blue panties tight and high across her firm, young cheeks.
Please God no.
“Hello daddy” the young woman purred. I shifted uncomfortably on the bed, the cable-ties utterly unyielding even if I had had any sensation left in my arms to try and get out from them.
“Do you want me to be a bad girl, daddy?” said the voice again, and with a sickening lurch I knew it was my daughter.
She walked over to Joe, who smiled and pulled her towards him as though he was devouring her alive. Which, to a certain extent, he was.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and straddled him while feeding her breasts into his hungry, gulping mouth as his hands grasped her smooth arse and began to finger her pussy through what were clearly crotchless panties.
I could hear his grunts of arousal and Kat’s moans, full of wanton desire. As though this were what she most wanted in all the world. She ground her hips into him, using her arms wrapped around his neck to pull his face into her firm inviting tits, letting him feast on them along with her youth and beauty.
I couldn’t help my horrified reaction as my cock started to stiffen. I watched as Kat eventually got up and Joe turned her round roughly so I saw her face for the first time, as though showing her off to the camera, to me, although I had no idea whether he knew it was there or not.
She looked amazing, her breasts full and the bra showing off her deep, highly-fuckable cleavage. A teen pin-up in all her glory, waiting to be defiled.
He undid her bra gently from behind her, reaching down for a bottle of baby oil and bringing it around, holding it over her huge pert tits.
“Let’s get those tits ready for my cock shall we?” he whispered in her ear.
He squeezed the bottle across her tits and gleefully coated them with baby oil as Kat threw her head back in ecstasy at the touch of his hands and breath on her neck.
“This is going to make it so much easier for daddy to fuck them just the way he likes” he said, smiling.
Kat’s body began to glisten and shine as his wet hands rubbed very slowly all over her tits. He was having the time of his life oiling her up and wanted her to know it.
“You know what your daddy likes, don’t you Kitty Kat?” he said, his hands roaming freely up and down my daughter’s gorgeous body now. He was all over her. Practically panting. His crotch grinding into her arse from behind as his hands rubbed oil all over her while he ran his tongue all over her neck.
My daughter closed her eyes slowly as one of Joe’s hands disappeared down into her tiny pair of blue satin panties and his other wrapped itself around her throat.
“Yes daddy” she moaned.
“Well daddy wants you to be a very bad girl tonight” muttered Joe in her ear as he fingered her with one hand and ran the other hand from her throat so he could grasp her big, firm, young tits.
“Daddy’s going to ride you all night. You’re going to be full of my cock until the morning” he said as Kat moaned, her eyes still closed, pulling back against his hand down the front of her panties into his crotch that was grinding into her from behind. There was no escape.
I’d worked for Joe for the last 5 years. I’d never seen him so happy as he ran his tongue up and down my daughter’s neck while roughly fingering her pussy.
“Where do you want my cock first?” he said, smiling.
“In my mouth daddy” Kat moaned.
Smiling, he slowly pushed her down onto her knees, her tits slick and heavy with baby oil. She sank down to the floor, turned around and looked up at him. A picture of submission. He undid his thick leather belt slowly and placed one end round her neck, looping it into a collar around her throat to pull her face in close to his crotch.
“You know what daddy wants, don’t you baby?” he said, a little smile playing around his mouth.
The belt tight around her neck, Kat put her hands on the back of his legs, lifted her head and stared at him as slowly, almost hungrily she started to trace the outline of his cock through his trousers with her mouth. She ran her tongue against the cotton of his trousers. I knew where I recognised that from.
I started frantically, fruitlessly trying to yank my hands out from under me.
“What do you want Kitty Kat?” he said.
“I want to feel your big cock slide between my lips daddy,” she stared back at him submissively.
Joe unzipped his flies and took out his cock. I couldn’t help staring. At about 8 inches - and thick - it was considerably longer than I was expecting.
Kat’s eyes widened and her nostrils flared, like a well-trained pony seeing her prize. She arched her back up, her huge, firm tits lifting up and her beautiful arse jutting out as she leant forward eagerly to take him in her mouth. As she leant forward I could see her tight baby blue panties stretch around her cheeks and was shocked to see how wet her pussy was, a dark patch where Joe had been fingering her wet clit.
I was hypnotised. I was utterly ashamed to feel my aching cock throbbing, stood upright and glistening, wet and hard.
Grinning now, Joe slowly wiped his own wet cock across her cheeks, smearing pre-cum on her face before resting his shiny helmet against her mouth. Pouting up at him adoringly, Kat’s lips welcomed his entire length into her wet, sticky mouth.
“That’s it baby” grunted Joe as I watched him slide the full length of his cock into the 18 year-old’s mouth and continue pushing it in until it began to sink deep into her throat.
Kat took it, unyielding, whilst staring at him adoringly.
“Fuck yes” he gasped as he began to fuck her face. She put her arms behind her back, her throat full of Joe’s cock now.
I tried to cry out. It was no use. The ballgag filled my mouth.
Zoe was clearly a good teacher. I was watching exactly the same deep throating technique she had demonstrated so expertly on me so many times. Now showcased perfectly on the owner of my company by my cocksucking teenage daughter.
Throwing his head back in ecstasy he closed his eyes and thrust his hips in and out of her mouth, grinding his cock and balls into her face, the base of his thick cock red from Kat’s lipgloss.
“I’d better let your mother know where you are” he smiled evilly as his cock emerged again from her mouth, glistening.
O M G ! ! !
Picking up his phone he dialed a number and grinned wider as my wife answered the phone.
“Hey Jemma” he said, calmly. The two had met a few times at work social events, but not recently and they had never particularly got on. “He creeps me out” Jemma had said.
She had no idea. As he spoke Kat climbed onto his lap and whispered in his other ear as she pushed his tits into his mouth while he listened to Jemma.
He hungrily sucked her nipples and tits as she straddled him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I’ve asked Kat to stay over with us in London tonight so we can make a meeting first thing.”
Jemma spoke for a while and as she talked Kat got back on the floor and assumed her now familiar position, on her knees.
“I hope that’s OK.”
He looked down at my teenage daughter, his cock sinking back into her mouth, her tits heavy as she bent forward eagerly to pleasure him, her eyes thick with eyeshadow and mascara, her entire being his to do with all night as he pleased.
“Sam’s going to keep an eye on her and I’m sorting her a room out of course. I’m just surprised this is the first you’re hearing of it - and so sorry”.
The lying bastard.
Then he grinned as Jemma presumably told him how fine it all was and made a note to tear a strip off me when I got home.
“After all, a girl needs her daddy to look after her, doesn’t she?”
As he said this he took out his cock and rubbed it hard along her lips, pulling her head in close as he thrust his cock back and forward along her sticky lips.
“Okay Jemma, I’ll let Sam know he has to call you. But thank you for loaning me your daughter for the night - I really couldn’t manage without her at the moment.”
He laughed as he hung up. Kat stared at him blankly, unquestioningly, not saying a word about the fact that she had sucked this man off while he spoke to her mother.
“Come here baby” he said, “Daddy’s only just getting started with you.”
And so it went on, him fucking her face for what seemed like an eternity. Occasionally he broke off to tap out a mound of coke from a vial in his jacket pocket (which he still hadn’t taken off) onto Kat’s oiled, magnificent tits, from where he snorted fat lines and chopped out more lines for her on the table beside him.
As she reached over him to snort, he grunted as he hungrily felt her up, before pushing her back down to the floor on her knees for more cocksucking.
As the minutes passed Joe pulled on his belt even harder as his entire shaft disappeared into Kat’s mouth and throat as he lay back, her glossy mane of dark hair all I could see as Kat received the facefucking of her life.
After what seemed like an age, panting hard and bucking his hips into her face Joe finally came, shouting, his cock deep in her mouth as he did so.
Kat looked up at him adoringly as he buried his cock in her face.
She swallowed everything he had given her, filling her mouth and throat with his semen, eventually lines of it dripping out of each corner of her mouth.
Eventually he pulled out his cock and Kat breathed hard, saliva and spunk from her mouth dripping onto her shiny huge tits.
“Did I do well daddy?” she asked him, beginning to lick his cock clean and suck his balls as he lay back, spent.
“Fuck yes.”
Joe moaned his satisfaction as his cock sat proud, and to my amazement, still hard and massive.
He must have been on enough viagra and coke to raise the dead.
“What do you want me to do to you now Kitty Kat?”
Kat took his cock between her wet, oily tits.
“Fuck my tits now daddy” she said as he grinned and sat up, slowly starting to pump his 8 inches into her cleavage.
There was a sudden, soft click. My head whipped round as the door of my hotel began to open… … …
To be continued soon..
…As my head turned to see who was coming in, I prayed it wasn’t room service. What did it look like? I was lying on the bed with my arms trapped under me, no feeling at all left in them, my stiff cock bolt upright, unable to talk as there was a ballgag in my mouth.
Oh, and my work laptop on my bare chest, screening what looked like high-quality porn from another room in this hotel…
…And porn that was starring MY daughter, currently giving what looked like an Olympic-standard titwank. Indeed Joe was clearly unable to believe his luck as my daughter held the bottle of baby oil above his cock, enveloped by her magnificent tits, and drizzled it onto them.
I needn’t have worried. I knew who it would be. The author of all this: Zoe.
Dressed not in the blue dress I’d seen her in earlier, but in an outfit that looked suspiciously familiar. Thigh-high black seamed fishnets, a tiny skirt, white shirt unbuttoned to show a black bra and a school tie. Kat’s school. Kat’s actual school uniform, if I wasn’t mistaken.
OK so I had never seen Kat go to school in a pair of high heels like the ones Zoe now wore. And I’m pretty sure my teenage daughter had never worn black seamed fishnet stockings to school. Other than that, it looked pretty regulation.
She smiled at me and closed the door behind her, locking it then walking over to where I lay, utterly helpless, on the bed.
“Hello daddy” she pouted. My cock, aching already from the last 10 minutes, spasmed just at the sight of her. “Do you like my outfit?”
I’m not going to lie, she looked incredible as she walked towards me. The short, black skirt barely covered her arse (pretty much Kat’s favoured style too) and she had unbuttoned the white shirt so that her tits were there in all their glory, her cleavage pert and deep, framed by the black lace of her bra on either side. The maroon school tie lay loose around her neck, resting on her tits. Her hair had been pulled back and tight into a ponytail.
“What do you think? Kat and I went shopping for it earlier. I wanted to borrow her uniform but Joe wouldn’t let me. He’s the only one allowed to fuck her in it apparently, so she can’t lend it to anyone.”
Ah yes, my daughter. I could hear her moaning as I turned back to the screen on my chest. I stared transfixed as she continued to titfuck the owner of my company. Or rather, he titfucked her. He was clearly in charge, but Kat was now encouraging him as he defiled her.
“That’s it daddy” she moaned, kneeling before him, pushing her huge tits together as he thrust his hips up and down, grunting and sweating with the effort. “Fuck Kitty Kat’s tits” she said, staring straight at him and smiling as he did just that. “Fuck them with your big, thick cock”.
My cock strained listening to her. Ever heard your teenage daughter talk really dirty while being tittyfucked?
It’s quite something.
“Good, isn’t she?” said Zoe. “She wasn’t to start with. But once we’d broken her in Joe’s been really happy with her”.
I could see why as he pounded away at her breasts, happy as any 54 year old would be, getting to fuck an 18 year-old’s tits.
Zoe looked down at me, restrained, and smiled. She bent over, one hand on my cock and the other stroking my face as she whispered in my ear. She started to pump my stiff cock as she spoke.
“She wasn’t exactly keen on any of it to start with, but it was nothing ketamine, some pretty persuasive NLP and a hard, regular daily fucking couldn’t fix.”
“Joe finally broke her in a few weeks ago. I think it was when he and I spitroasted her while we were on an earnings call with the shareholders.
“I wore that strap-on you like and took her really hard from behind while Sam deepthroated her and spoke about that quarter’s numbers”.
She grinned.
“I made him come all over her face too, just to make sure she knew who was boss. It was a spectacular few hours.”
“We announced that we’d exceeded projected earnings too that day. I remember because Joe fucked Kat up the arse for the first time afterwards to celebrate.”
“I seem to remember that he made her lube up his big cock while he called Jemma to tell her that he needed Kat to work late.”
I remembered. I had been at work (genuinely, for once) that night and I remember Jemma tellling me how excited Joe had sounded on the phone. No wonder.
“That night seemed to finally break her. She begs for his cock now. Loves it. You should hear her. She’s his dirty slut now Sam. If he’s there she’d barely know who you are”.
I remembered the hotel bar earlier that night as she called him daddy in front of me, while he fingered her only a few feet away from me, making me watch.
Zoe slowly slid her tongue into my ear as I watched the screen to see Joe climax gleefully all over Kat’s tits, shouting obscenities and grabbing her head to force his still stiff cock back in her mouth to suck him clean.
“I won’t lie Sam” Zoe said “I was delighted when Kat finally submitted to him and he could begin to really enjoy himself with her.
Kat sat back on her heels, her spectacular breasts dripping with Joe’s spunk.
“Because I needed him to own her so that I could set this up tonight”
“You see, Kat didn’t get this internship by accident. Who do you think told her to apply?”
On screen Kat crawled off slowly, submissively into another room in Joe’s suite, her wet, crotchless panties tight against her tight, pert cheeks, her perfect big tits swaying as she crawled on all fours, still sticky from the titfucking she had received, Joe’s spunk dripping onto the floor from her tits.
Joe snorted another line and downed a drink, before (finally) taking his jacket and shirt off and lying on the bed in his room.
“Do you like watching Joe fuck your daughter?” she whispered. Her hand felt incredible on my cock.
“Would you like to join in?”
I shook my head.
“LIAR” she hissed. “I can feel in my own hand how much you’re enjoying this. Just admit it and I’ll let you fuck me”.
I wanted to scream, to tell her to shut up, but I couldn’t say a word, my mouth stuffed with the ballgag, my stiff cock clearly betraying how turned on I was by this whole fucked-up situation.
Zoe got on all fours as she slowly ran her tongue up and down the shaft of my cock.
“You see, Joe’s not a good man. And he’s never forgiven you for losing him a few million a while back. When he brought me in his first instruction was to fire you. He was even angrier after I told him about you trying to defraud the business. He was going to have you arrested.”
Startled by this revelation I tried to look up over the screen but couldn’t. I could just feel my helmet disappearing into Zoe’s wet, warm mouth. Deep, deep into her mouth.
It felt amazing.
“I convinced him otherwise. I told him what I’d do to you instead. How I’d make you suffer. How he’d get his hands on your daughter.”
The penny finally dropped. Zoe had pimped out Kat to seal the deal.
“Turns out he’d been letching after Kat since she was about 15 and he’d seen her at one of the summer family parties.”
I remembered which one. Staged at Joe’s amazing country house, Kat had worn a tiny tennis skirt and a far too tight t-shirt and played doubles with Joe.
I shuddered as I felt Zoe’s tongue run hard, smooth and slow all the way down my shaft.
“The dirty old man nearly had a seizure when I told him I’d deliver her to him - and help train her, for him to do with as he pleased. And the icing on the cake for him was when I told him about my plan for tonight. That you’d have to watch him fuck her. Helpless. All night.”
So he did know. All his grasping, grunting and oiling earlier had all been for my benefit. He had fucked her mouth and her tits, treating her like a common whore, knowing that I was watching. Showing me who was boss.
And he wasn’t finished yet. Inches from my face, my heart sank as I saw Kat emerge from the bathroom, also wearing her school uniform. Tie, open shirt, tiny skirt, fishnets, high heels, all of it exactly the same as Zoe wore.
“Is she out yet?” said Zoe, as though Kat was on a timetable.
Which she clearly was. Staged for my benefit.
Kat crawled over to the bed on all fours and thrust her bottom in the air, as though presenting it to him. I stared at the screen, helpless.
Joe got up, naked, and stood over her, staring at her two white cheeks in front of him, covered by her tight blue, wet satin panties.
He stared straight at the camera, which he had obviously known was there all night.
“Who’s your daddy?” he said, firmly, bringing his right hand down firmly across Kat’s left cheek, spanking her hard.
“You are” she replied, dutifully.
SLAP! Her other cheek now, hard.
“Whos your daddy?” he repeated, smiling at the camera now.
“You are” came the response again.
SLAP! This spanking carried on like this for what felt like an age.
“He’s good, isn’t he?” Said Zoe.
Eventually Joe knelt down behind her, and pulled wide the hole in her panties. His big cock thick with desire, he ran it up up and down between my daughter’s cheeks. Kat’s eyes were closed, her face down nearly on the floor as she stuck her perfect arse up in the air for him to violate.
He looked straight at the camera.
“We thought you’d get a real kick out of this” said Kat, standing up.
“Are you watching Sam?” Joe said, softly, looking straight at me. “I can’t tell you how good fucking your daughter feels. But I can show you.”
And with that he reached around behind him and picked up a headband, with a small camera attached and put it on his forehead.
Meanwhile Zoe had reached into the bedside table drawer and pulled out an Oculus Rift headset and earplugs.
“We don’t want you to miss a moment.” she giggled, as she climbed on top of me. “Our Korean office sold a virtual reality campaign recently using this kit, and Joe and I got to thinking.
He loves to film himself fucking girls, particularly Kat, and then watching it back, living it back really I suppose, whenever he likes.”
Realising what was about to happen, I thrashed around, trying to buck Zoe off me. But it was no use. My shoulders were aching from hours in this position and my arms were so numb they might as well not have been there. And my writhing was just an opportunity for Zoe to wet her pussy against my cock as I bucked.
There was nothing I could do as she leant forward, her cleavage almost on my face, and placed the strap around the back of my head.
“This is the latest model. Stereo sound and crystal clear video. It’ll be like being there. Fuck, it’ll be like being Joe.”
“This’ll be the last time you hear my voice for a while” Zoe whispered as she pushed the earbuds into my ears. The next female moans you hear will be Kat’s".
“I’m going to enjoy this” she said, staring into my eyes. “You’ll be inside me. But you’ll be fucking Kat.” And then she pulled down the headset and I was plunged into blackness and silence.
And then a flash of light and I saw, in full 360 degree splendour, the sight of my daughter in front of me, on all fours, looking round at me adoringly.
“Fuck me harder daddy” she moaned.
I could hear Joe’s heavy breathing. I could almost feel the sweat running down his chest.
I looked up (or rather Joe did, showing me the view presumably) and saw him in the floor-length mirror in his suite, my daughter sprawled on her hands and knees in front of me. She looked like a teenage porn queen. Her school shirt wet with sweat, stuck to her back, her black bra visible through the cotton, while her tiny skirt was up around her waist.
He pulled her up off the floor, her back against his chest now as he stared at us in the mirror.
“Let’s get you out of this shall we?” he muttered, ripping her shirt roughly off her, tearing buttons off as he ran his hands hungrily over her delicious young body. She leant her head back passively on his shoulder as he went to work on her, as though knowing her place.
His hands were ripping off her bra now, his mouth all over her neck and shoulders, his hands cupping and squeezing and manhandling her large, perfect DD tits. She was topless now, naked from the waist up, but still in her tiny skirt, stockings and those blue panties, taut against her thighs.
“I wanted to do this from the first moment I met you” he muttered in her ear. “Wanted you. Wanted to fuck you. Wanted to own you.”
“And now I do”.
And with that he looked at his handiwork in the mirror. My 18 year old daughter, lost in a cocktail of drugs and lust, broken in and trained for his pleasure. And he pushed her head to the floor, back on her hands and knees in front of me.
“I always get what I want” Joe said. “Don’t I Kitty Kat?”
“Remember how you used to fight me to start with?”
“You don’t fight me any more, do you?”
“No daddy” I heard Kat say, quietly.
And with that I looked down and slowly sank my slick, thick cock deep between Kat’s cheeks, all the way in, shuddering with pleasure as I did so.
On top of me (the actual me) Zoe slid my cock deep inside her hot, tight, velvety-smooth pussy and began to ride me slowly and rhythmically.
I couldn’t believe what was happening.
It was like being in a nightmare. But thanks to Zoe, my cock felt like it was in heaven.
As was Joe, balls deep in my teenage daughter now and fucking her really hard. I ran my hands up and over her arse and down between her thighs, feeling her damp, stocking-clad thighs thrusting hard against my cock.
I couldn’t help myself and started to thrust my hips, hard into her. Back in my hotel room, in the real world, I felt Zoe dismount me and there was a moment or two before I felt my cock disappear yet again into tight, wet, warmth. It was her mouth. I felt her hands either side of my legs as she sucked my cock so hard I gasped. Or would have, had my mouth not been stuffed with a ballgag.
“Fair enough” I thought. “If it’s your face you want fucked, that’s what you’re going to get”.
Back in my head - and Joe’s hotel room - Kat was receiving the fucking of her young life. Joe looked down and I saw his big cock pistoning in and out of her cheeks.
She seemed to be loving it too.
“YES DADDY!” she shouted. “HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!”
Joe pulled her hair back, making her arch her back and grinding his cock into her deeper. I was getting into it now and thrust my cock hard into Zoe’s mouth, lifting my hips up to try and push it deep into her throat.
It shocked me how turned on I was. It was without doubt the most utterly fucked-up, depraved thing I’d ever done.
Months earlier I would have been even more horrified. But I had to admit, I was starting to see the appeal of fucking teenage girls like Kat. She was glorious. I was having trouble keeping track of where Joe stopped and I started.
I looked down at Kat’s arse, still flaunting those satin blue panties, wet with sweat and cum now.
“I love fucking you in your panties” I heard Joe say. “But let’s pull them down a bit.” I pulled my cock out and slipped my fingers inside Kat’s panties, pulling them down tight across her thighs.
Kat moaned as Joe’s cock began to slide up and down between her cheeks again.
“I want it nice and wet,” I said. “Nice and slippery”.
I knew what was coming next.
“Where do you want daddy’s cock now Kitty Kat?” I said.
“You know where” moaned Kat.
“Say it”
“Do me up my arse daddy. Make me your dirty girl. Pleeease” said Kat, begging, almost desperate.
“That’s right Kat. Such a dirty girl now. So much better now.”
I lent forward and pulled apart my daughter’s cheeks, sinking my tongue into her arsehole for what felt like minutes.
“FFFUUUUCKK yes” moaned Kat.
Lifting his head up, Joe spat onto her arse and began to slide his gleaming, massive helmet into Kat’s arsehole.
“UUUUNNNGGHH” moaned Kat, sinking her head down and her arse up, her blue panties pulling tighter against her thighs.
Clasping his large hands on her hips Joe slid his whole 8 inches into her arse, bringing his balls to rest on her pussy.
“I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am Sam” I heard him say.
And then he and I gave Kat the anal fucking of her life.
Hard and deep and relentless, we fucked her practically senseless for the next 20 minutes, me with my cock deep in Zoe’s throat, him with his dick in my daughter’s arse, eventually pumping them both full of our spunk and sinking back, spent and shamed beyond measure.
And with that Zoe ripped off the headset that had been my world for the last god knows how long and, blinking, I saw her on top of me, triumphant, my spunk dribbling off her chin, still warm.
“Did you like that?” she said. “Did you like fucking your daughter up the arse?”
Horrified, I shook my head. We both knew it was a lie.
She grinned at me.
“Next time you’ll fuck both of us together, for real, while Joe watches…” she said.
[To be continued…]
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How Kitty Kat Became a Slut
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“Kat it’s been SO long!” squealed Zoe as she hugged the 18 year-old close outside the bar. She stood back and looked at the curvy teenage bombshell. “You look incredible. Let’s get us both a drink - I want to hear all about what you’re up to these days.”
The two went in, arm in arm. Heads turned as the pair walked to the bar. Both women were drop-dead gorgeous - the owners of spectacular D-cup breasts, long legs and glossy brown hair, and while Kat’s mini-skirt and heels were distracting enough, most eyes were on Zoe’s figure-hugging wrap dress that showed off her every curve.
At twice Kat’s age she was nevertheless the owner of the kind of fabulous body that could make even the most loyal husband think the most disloyal thoughts. Usually while fucking his own wife.
Kat idolised her gorgeous friend and was loving the freedom to meet her for a drink on a school night. In her last year at college, she was desperate to pick her family friend’s brain on how to get a great summer placement before heading to university.
Meanwhile Zoe had her own plans for Kat. She could feel the wetness between her smooth stocking-clad thighs at the thought of what was in store if tonight went well. She looked at the curvaceous teenager opposite, still glowing from finally turning 18 a few weeks ago. A slut-in-waiting if ever she saw one.
She’d dug into enough of Kat’s social media to know that she wasn’t a shy girl. She had slowly fingered herself only the night before while looking through Kat’s recent holiday photos that showed off the girl’s amazing figure in a series of wonderfully small, tight bikinis. She had come in the bath while fantasising about what she - and Joe - would do to the girl.
Part one of her plan was already going well - only minutes before meeting Kat she had been been in her own office on her hands and knees, sucking Kat’s father’s cock so hard he had almost passed out.
Her black satin knickers were still in Sam’s mouth - she had left him handcuffed and gagged under her desk in her office, having made him call his wife to say he was staying ‘in town’ again that night while Zoe stared up at him, his cock deep in her throat as she made him come in her mouth. Zoe loved to hear Sam tell Jemma he loved her as he was fucking her.
She really loved the fact that Kat was unwittingly tasting her own father’s cock on her lips as they kissed just now. If Zoe got her way, she would make Kat (and Sam) do much, much worse this summer…
A few stiff drinks into the evening, having pretended to be interested in stories of Kat’s new boyfriend Dan for what felt like hours, Zoe slowly began to make her first move.
“How’s your mum?” she asked, smiling.
“She’s fine thanks” said the teenager.
“Her and dad aren’t too good at the moment though.”
“Mmmm. Really?” murmured Zoe, looking down at her drink, awkwardly.
“What is it?” asked Kat. She could see Zoe looked uncomfortable and wondered whether it might have anything to do with why she never came around the house any more.
Slightly in awe of the older, glamorous, successful, beautiful older woman, she daren’t ask her directly but it was playing on her mind.
“Nothing, no… I said I wouldn’t..” Zoe looked up, panicked.
“What is it?” asked Kat, concerned. She held Zoe’s hand. “You can tell me”.
Zoe buried her head. “I can’t. It’ll just make things worse”. She sobbed.
Kat sat there, helpless. Her stomach was churning.
Eventually Zoe looked up, her face streaked with tears and mascara.
She stared at Kat. “If I tell you, you promise not to say ANYTHING?” she pleaded. “You promise”.
The teenager nodded, wide-eyed.
“It was a month ago” she began, quietly. “I think you and your mum were away for the weekend. I got a call from Sam. He sounded frantic. He told me he was depressed and couldn’t stop thinking suicidal thoughts. He said he was alone that weekend. So I raced round there.”
She looked at Kat.
“It was the worst mistake I ever made.”
“He was waiting for me. He tied me up. He threatened me. Told me if I didn’t let him…do what he wanted to me, that he’d hurt me. And if I ever told anyone, that he’d hurt you.”
Kat sat stunned, her mouth open. “No, no, no…it can’t” she began.
“He had me the whole weekend you were away. Told me he’d always had one particular fantasy about me. That he…he…wanted to, to…take me while he talked to your mum on the phone”.
“NO!” the teenager almost shouted.
“I can prove it” said Zoe, sadly. She pushed her phone across the table.
Underneath the table, Zoe could feel the throbbing wetness between her legs. She was so turned on by what she was doing, she could barely talk.
“He made me film it. I’m so sorry.” she lied, as Kat looked at the screen of the phone.
“Is…that their bedroom?” she said.
“Yes. It’s where he forced himself on me” said Zoe. “But it was even worse than that. He made me wear your mum’s underwear while he rrrr…raped me.”
“I don’t believe it. I don’t believe you” said Kat, dazed into denial.
“See for yourself” said Zoe. She sat there, thrilled almost to orgasm as the 18 year-old watched the video. In it, Kat could see Zoe on her hands and knees on her parents’ bed.
She looked a sorry, sweaty state.
Her fabulous tits hung down, sweaty while her legs were splayed out with a pair of white satin panties pulled tight across her thighs, digging into her legs.
Kat recognised the only other item Zoe was wearing straight away: the thick diamond choker that belonged to her grandmother and had been passed down to Jemma.
Kat saw her father towering over Zoe, his hand pulling her long brown hair tight, forcing his cock into her mouth. She looked around the bar, shocked at hearing her father moan with lust, before remembering she had headphones in.
She heard him say “You’ve been a very bad girl haven’t you?”, as he slid his cock out of her mouth and looked down at her.
Zoe took the phone back. “Don’t watch any more. Don’t do it to yourself.”
In fact she had hours of her and Sam on her phone from that weekend.
The first day had been fun as she had dressed up in and then defiled Jemma’s bridal underwear, but it was this second day that she had enjoyed the most. Pushing Sam past his limits, he had begun to freefall down to her level.
Unbeknownst to the dumbstruck teen opposite her, Zoe’s favourite few hours that weekend had actually been spent wearing Kat’s school uniform.
She had handcuffed Sam to the chair Kat sat at in her room to do her homework, making him wear a pair of Kat’s silk panties. He had loathed this last line being crossed - in his daughter’s room - this last vestige of his former life (before Kat had come to destroy it all).
Sam had been forced to watch as Zoe gave him a lapdance, feeling his cock straining against the silky material as she rode him, baiting him.
“Suck my tits daddy” she had begged him, unbuttoning Kat’s tight school shirt and burying his face in her pert 36DD breasts. He couldn’t resist and had begun sucking and biting her nipples.
“Do me from behind daddy” she had pleaded in her little girl voice, mocking him. She stood up, looking back at him, pulling Kat’s panties down slowly over her cheeks, watching his stiff wet cock sit bolt upright.
She slowly lowered herself onto his cock, bouncing on top of him for minutes, making him gasp with her wet tightness.
“Now fuck my tits daddy” she had ordered, still wearing Kat’s school skirt and hold-ups. While he titfucked her she had made him call Kat, smiling with glee at the feel of his cock between her breasts as she whispered obscenities at him while he spoke to his daughter.
Eventually, broken and half-mad with lust, Sam had fucked her up her arse on Kat’s bed while Zoe screamed in pleasure. She thought the footage she had of this this might be a bit much for the girl right now.
And would no doubt make her story of ’non-consensual hell’ a little harder to sell. In reality the only person who had suffered during the weekend was Sam, as his affair burst its banks and engulfed his own, actual, life.
No, she needed to soften her up for the next stage. Not break her. Yet.
“But what about the phone call?” asked Kat, her voice trembling. Her whole world was crashing down around her ears.
“You might as well know the whole truth.” said Zoe. She handed the phone over, and sat back. Her work was nearly done.
Over the weekend he had gotten rougher with her and the sex had got much, much dirtier and it was this footage that she now showed the 18 year old.
Shocked and flushed, Kat watched for minutes as her father talked to her mother on the phone while he slid his cock powerfully in and out of the cheeks of the woman sitting opposite her, a black leather belt tight around Zoe’s neck.
“I love you” she saw him say. “I’ve missed you” as she watched Zoe’s head buried in a pillow, her panties pulled tight across her thighs, on her hands and knees as Sam calmly talked to Jemma, his cock thrusting deep inside Zoe’s lubed-up arsehole.
Despite being sexually precocious, Kat was still a stranger to anal sex. Dan had badgered her to try it, but she hadn’t liked the idea. So she was even more shocked to feel herself starting to get wet at watching her own father be so sexually domineering and adventurous.
She was also angry. Furious at her father for what he had done to the poor woman sitting opposite her. And her own mother.
She watched him put the phone down then pull back hard on the belt, lifting Zoe’s head up off the pillow.
“Is this what you want? IS IT?” Sam screamed at her as he fucked her, dropping the belt now and grabbing her hips, thrusting harder and harder until he came, roaring with anger and shame at the end of a weekend that had seen him helplessly betray everything he had once cared for.
Zoe was pleased with her performance as the ‘wronged’ woman. Truth be told this had been at the end of a weekend of relentless fucking and even she had felt exhausted by the end of it. She knew she looked like a ragdoll on this footage, utterly at the mercy of Sam’s rage and cock. It worked beautifully.
“This is why you don’t come around any more - to see mum…” said Kat.
Zoe bowed her head and nodded. “He told me if I ever talked to the police he’d hurt Jemma. And you. I couldn’t take the chance of going to the police.”
Kat shook with rage. “He’s ruined your life. I’m so, so sorry”.
Zoe looked up, defiant. “I’m not going to let him get away with it Kat. I’ve got a plan.”
Kat stared at her. “What do you mean?”
“I think your father’s been defrauding the agency. On a massive scale. If I can get hold of the files I need, I can prove it.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“You know Joe Fucker don’t you? The owner of the agency?”
Kat nodded, blushing slightly. She did indeed. She had had a crush on him since she was 14. A few years ago her family had attended a ‘family’ day for all the agency staff at the owner’s mansion.
Kat had made sure she got his attention by wearing her previous summer’s tennis kit. Her mother and father had been furious when they caught up with her jiggling around the court as Joe’s tennis partner. She had loved flirting with the much older man, but hadn’t seen him in a few years.
“Well he has them locked up somewhere and I can’t get to them.” said Zoe. “It’s made worse by the fact that his PA left last month and Joe’s not found a replacement yet. So he’s sticking his fingers into everything right now.”
Including the last PA, smiled Zoe to herself.
“I couldn’t get near those files if I wanted to. Unless I had someone helping me - someone who could temp for Joe - for the summer?” Zoe looked at Kat.
“It’s a lot to ask Kat. Would you do it? You’d get him eating out of your hand, so I’d be able to get the evidence I need”.
Kat stared at her, thinking. It would be fun to spend time with Joe again. Even if it did mean working for him. How hard could it be though?
“I’m in” she said, with barely a moment’s pause.
You certainly are, thought Zoe to herself, delighted that the evening had worked out so well.
What a summer it would be.
One week after agreeing to help her friend Zoe, Kat sat nervously waiting in reception. The 18 year-old had come into town with her father for her first day at work in her summer job at his agency.
Outwardly she was a drop-dead gorgeous, glossy-maned long black hair, 18 going on 23, and she looked quite demure, almost matronly for her first day at work. Her mother had helped her pick out her wardrobe and had been very clear on the need to look respectable.
What Jemma didn’t realise though, was that Zoe had taken her young protege underwear shopping a few days before she started work.
The teenager had been flattered to be asked out on a ‘girl’s shopping trip - on me’ and felt thoroughly grown-up and not a little thrilled to be looking through the racks of suspender belts in Agent Provocateur with her older friend.
“Mum would never let me bring these home.” grinned Kat as she held up a tiny pair of crotchless satin panties.
Zoe looked at her from the other side of the underwear display. “Then it will be our little secret. Just don’t tell her!” she laughed, and winked. “Your mum is going to find out that you’re a big girl eventually” she smiled.
The pair had even shared a large changing room while Kat modelled the black satin panties, fishnet stockings, suspender belt and plunging satin bra for her friend. The new stilettos didn’t hurt either.
Zoe sat there, watching the curvy, coltish beauty in front of her and felt her pussy throb in anticipation of what Joe would say when she showed him the videos she had surreptitiously shot of Kat while she changed.
She could imagine the look on his face as he saw the prize she was bringing him. Kat’s glorious, large creamy breasts - perfect for his mouth and cock to defile. Her pouting mouth just waiting for his cock to claim as his own. And her incredible jutting arse, defying gravity as only a young woman’s can. Crying out to be spanked and more.
Much, much more.
Kat shifted on the leather sofa, her long slim legs encased in the new stockings, her thighs enjoying the feel of the fishnet and her pussy ever-so-slightly damp from the thrill of her brand new, tiny satin black panties.
She looked down and smiled to herself, her full lips glistening as she unbuttoned her shirt slightly. The result was just the subtlest glimpse of her full, pert breasts beneath, and her perfect, luscious cleavage.
She knew the effect her teenage body had on men and was half-curious to see how Joe would behave with her.
If she was honest she was still processing the bombshell that her friend Zoe had landed on her a week ago. That her father - a man she trusted above all others - had taken Zoe against her will in Kat’s own home. She could barely bring herself to look at him, but at Zoe’s pleading had promised not to act differently towards him.
What else could she do? Confront him? Tell her own father that she had seen him totally own and dominate the beautiful Zoe until he broke her?
That she had watched a video on Zoe’s phone in which she had seen him slide his cock down Zoe’s throat while had talked to Kat on the phone?
That deep down, somewhere she didn’t like to think about, she had been horribly turned on while she watched?
That for the last seven days she had fingered herself to shuddering, blinding orgasm each night while she dreamed of being violated, broken in and tamed by an older man?
She could feel herself getting wet now just thinking about it. On her knees before him. Totally obedient. Adoring. Staring up at him.
She could almost taste a thick, sticky slab of cock resting itself against her lips, probing and pushing against her mouth, before she obeyed her master and welcomed it hungrily.
Letting it slide down her throat again and again, surrendering against her will, letting him use her as his personal fuck doll until her new master climaxed and pumped his hot, sticky load down her throat, claiming her as his own.
She shifted in her seat again, flushed, feeling her wetness and nervously biting her lip…. ……..!!!
Exactly 48 metres away from where Kat sat, newly wet, was her new boss. Joseph Fucker was a happy man who was about to get even happier. The outright owner of his own agency, Joe didn’t need to work any more. But he still loved the rush of selling the work and closing the deal. Being surrounded by drop-dead gorgeous 25 year-old women who always laughed at all his jokes didn’t hurt either.
He had mentally hired his Client Services Director Zoe Gorgeous on the spot when he saw her in reception a few months ago. She was in her mid-thirties (old by his standards) but she had the most spectacular tits he had ever seen. And he had seen some award-winning breasts. Married three times, he wasn’t a man to let a little thing like a third wife stand in the way of having a good time.
He had taken Zoe out to celebrate her hiring and she didn’t disappoint.
“What’s your greatest achievement?” he had asked her towards the end of dinner, coked up now (he had a pretty regular, expensive habit) and pretty drunk.
Zoe stared at him as he leered unashamedly at her plunging, creamy deep cleavage.
“Swallowing all 8 inches of my best friend’s husband while he’s on the phone to his wife,” she said casually, smiling as he blinked twice quickly.
“Would you like me to show you?”
Joe nodded.
They had fucked all that weekend at his house, his own wife away with his teenage children. Joe was shocked how kinky Zoe’s tastes seemed to be. He had always prided himself on his own deviance, but Zoe was something else.
She seemed, above all, to get off on his betrayal of his wife. He found it thrilling when she offered to suck his cock while he rang his wife. He fucked Zoe’s face while telling his wife what a boring weekend he was having on his own at home.
“Nothing much,” he said to Sadie his wife, holding his phone as he watched Zoe slowly trail her tongue down his shaft and take his balls into her mouth.
On a coke binge on the Saturday night he had gabbled away his deepest, darkest fantasies to Zoe: his penchant for teenage girls and his love of domination and rough sex.
Delighted, Zoe had suggested some role play and had offered to dress up as a schoolgirl. She dressed in thigh-high black fishnets, a tiny skirt, and tight, crisp white shirt. She had crawled over to him, pouting, while unzipping his trousers. He was both horrified and utterly aroused to see that she was wearing his own teenage daughter’s uniform, her large breasts straining their way out of the smaller shirt.
“Fuck my bottom daddy,” she had whispered to him, sucking hard on his 8-inch shaft. “I want you to feel your big cock in my tight, sweet arse,” she had said, staring at him before he gave her what she wanted.
He put a collar round her neck, taken from his personal collection, and leashed her with a chain that he attached to her collar, wrapping the other end round his fist and taking her on all fours on his bed.
That was when, his cock deep, deep inside her arse, she had talked about her plan. About how she could ‘gift wrap’ him a present. “Someone you’ll like,” she had said, purring as she bent over and ground her hips into his cock until, bucking and moaning, Joe pulled hard on the leash as he came inside her.
The plan the pair had made that night was about to begin unfolding and Joe had been hard for hours just thinking about it….
Breaking him from his reverie, his intercom crackled into life: “Kat’s here for her first day Mr Fucker.”
He smiled.
He ushered the teenager into his large, corner office, with its plush sofas and floor-to-ceiling windows. As the statuesque 5ft 10inches of his summer temp walked by him, he had to restrain himself from throwing her over his desk and forcing himself on her there and then.
There would be plenty of time for that.
He stared at her. Zoe was right, she was perfect. Tall, with long legs and large, firm breasts that defied gravity as only a teenager’s can. He could see a glimpse of her deep cleavage and had to stop daydreaming about sliding his cock into it.
He looked at her and smiled. “Kat, I think we met a few years ago at my house didn’t we? I have to say I didn’t recognise you. You were a very striking teenager when we last met but you’ve grown up rather wonderfully”.
He was awful. He knew it. Fuck it. He was the boss and soon enough he would be saying much much worse to her. And she’d be loving it.
“Yes, we played tennis together didn’t we?” smiled Kat, with the hint of a blush on her cheeks. She had been a flirty, confident 14 year-old who was just realising the effect her body was having on men around her.
She’d deliberately worn a too-tight tennis outfit, with an obscenely short skirt and had pranced around the court with her doubles partner Joe, taking great delight in bending over slowly right in front of the net (and him) when it was his turn to serve.
Kat was looking round his office at its sofas and huge windows. Joe’s office was high up on the top floor of the building, at the end of the ’executive’ corridor, away from the hurly-burly of the office. For a moment she couldn’t help think that it was slightly smaller than she expected it to be.
“Ah yes, of course. Now I remember.” His smile broadened. “I don’t think I’ve ever served so badly in my life as I did that day. Can’t think why.”
Kat saw the twinkle in his eye that she remembered from the tennis and was thrilled to see it there four years later. “I’ll make sure you don’t get too distracted now.” she giggled.
“I’m just so pleased that you’ve agreed to help me out over the summer while we conduct a full executive search for my new PA,” he said. “I hope I can make it a fun few months for you”.
He idly visualised her in his hidden room next door, down on the floor on all fours, wearing only fishnets, his hands on her hips, grinding his cock deep into her tight, wet, teenaged pussy.
While he made her father watch.
Patience, he thought. Patience.
“Let me show you around,” he said. “I’m really keen to get you started”.
The morning went in a blur of new names and faces for Kat. She was surprised and touched that Joe made the time to show her around the building himself. She was also surprised how tactile he was. He was constantly touching her, his hand on her back or arm. Occasionally she would feel his hand on her bottom, guiding her as they left a lift. She liked it, although it made her nervous. What would people think?
The tour finished, she settled into her new position in the office that sat as an entrance to his. She tried to look as if she knew what she was doing.
“I’m taking you to lunch today,” he emailed her, later that morning. “I want to get to know you better before we get down to business this afternoon”.
