0 comments/ 127908 views/ 9 favorites A Week of June: Friday By: columfa I awoke Friday morning to a pervasive sense of well-being I had not enjoyed for many days. I luxuriated in bed, stretching. The morning sun cast a window-shaped slash of warmth across the sheets. For the first time since Monday, cool air swirled through the room, a breeze of refreshing air powered by the brand-new air conditioner installed in my living room yesterday afternoon while June and I had been out. In addition, my sleep had been thankfully free of the disturbing dreams of the previous nights. No images born of guilt, frustration, shame at my actions, or lack of action. Rather, I had slept deeply, thoroughly, dredging every last bit of rest from the hours granted to me. I turned over, and there was June, lying next to me, still lost in her own sleep. In repose, her perfect face regained the innocence that had been untimely ripped from her by her mother. A lock of blonde hair lay across her cheek, and I gently tucked it behind her ear. The sheet, silkily molded to her curves, hid the objects of my lust and revealed only my daughter. I felt such tenderness towards her, and finally, a newly awakened responsibility to redirect her towards normalcy. The night before, she had not pushed any advantage she might have gained from our adventures in the Village. No doubt compounded by any discomfort she had from the tattoo, she had seemed reticent with me for perhaps the first time in the whole week. I myself was too tired from our exploits to wonder whether her attitude was a new ploy in her ongoing battle to win me over to her view of our future together. We undressed and collapsed into bed together, and I spooned her, manfully ignoring the rounded contours of her ass against my groin, until we both lost consciousness. Coffee called me, and I answered, gently disengaging myself from the sheets so as not to disturb June or my newly rediscovered image of her as a child. I padded round the kitchen, preparing breakfast; coffee, bagels, cream cheese, lox. A classic New York City morning repast. A few minutes later, June appeared in the bedroom door, her eyes still dreamy with sleep, her hair mussed becomingly around her face. She had on an old sweatshirt of mine, which reached down to mid-thigh on her. "'Morning, sweetheart." "Mmmm..." she replied as she made a beeline for the coffeepot. She poured herself a mug, and walked with it to the couch. She sat down on it, curling her legs up under her like a kitten, and focused her attention on the steaming cup. I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. This morning had a feeling of domesticity that bordered on normal. I felt no urge to ravish her, no compulsion to indulge my lust. Instead, a joy unknown to me in so long began to rekindle itself within my heart. "June, honey, I need to work today. Those pictures need to be finished and sent out to Flirty Girl." June suppressed a giggle. "What a name. Where do they come up with these things?" "Considering the clothing they're selling, it seems only appropriate," I replied, assuming an air of mock sternness. "Well, you better work fast, 'cause I've got plans for us this afternoon," she said, winking at me. "Good God," I groaned, "don't you ever rest?" "Not when I've got so much on the line." "How are you feeling, by the way?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "I mean, down there." "Really great, surprisingly! The stuff she sold me to speed up the healing process must be some kind of wonder drug. Look!" And she lifted up the sweatshirt. Her sex was coyly hidden between her thighs, but the junction of her legs framed her lower belly and the work of art Joy had inscribed into my daughter's skin. There was no sign of scab or wound, and the red and black stood out brilliantly against her golden tan. The lines were etched with incomparable care, the peony alive with health. I gasped. "I thought it was supposed to take several weeks to heal," I murmured. "I know! Now my style won't be cramped at all. Thank goodness!" And she bounded off the bed and skipped into the bedroom. I sighed. No relief in sight. **** The morning passed in the blink of an eye. The pictures I had taken of June were some of the finest I had ever undertaken. The light, the shadows, the stark lines of the rooftop contrasted with the gentle curves of June's outrageously sexy body. She was sex embodied, the avatar of lust, desire personified as an 18-year girl. I carefully selected shots that emphasized this aspect of my daughter, without revealing anything that would be considered inappropriate for a swimsuit catalog. I put the contact sheets and the finished pictures in a large padded envelope, and came out into the bright daylight of my apartment. June was nowhere to be found. I thought I had heard her step out of the apartment at some point in the morning. I quickly typed up a cover letter on my PC and printed it out. I sealed and addressed the envelope and went out to mail it. When I got home, there was a message on the answering machine. It was June, telling me to meet her downtown, in the offices of Kramer & Finzi. What the hell? I thought. What's this about? The express took me downtown quickly, and I found the building that was the home for the law firm of Kramer & Finzi. The elevator took me up to the forty-sixth floor, and I came out into a large waiting room, decorated in the standard style for such places. Behind a large desk, an attractive but very professional woman was answering the phone. I stood, waiting, until she finished. She flashed me a bright smile. "How can I help you?" "Um, Hi. I'm Ray Carlson. My daughter, June, asked me to meet her here." "Of course. Please go on in. Take your first right, and go to the office at the end of the hall. Ms. Carlson is waiting for you in Ms. Martinez' office." My curiosity was definitely piqued. I found my way to the office in question, and knocked on the door. "Come in," said a female voice from within. I opened the door, and walked into a sunny office with large windows. Behind the desk sat a stunning young woman, who arose as I entered. She was dressed in a very professional and highly tailored pants-suit in navy blue. The jacket had one button, at around the navel, and she wore a sheer blouse underneath, through which I could make out the shadows of her modest cleavage. Her navy skirt, likewise superficially professional, was cut a shade higher than one would expect, coming about one-third of the way down her thighs. She smoothed it down, as she stood, and I noted that there was a slit on the side that showed an additional five inches of skin. And that skin! The deep olive color of it, that rich deep tan that I associate with the best oil. I looked up at her face. Her hair, deep brown, straight, was gathered behind her head in a simple ponytail. Her pretty eyes, the white of them startling against the hue of her skin, flashed greenly at me. "Mr. Carlson, I presume. Thank you for coming here so quickly. Your daughter will be joining us in a moment. Please, sit down." She indicated one of the chairs facing the desk. I sat down, sinking into the deep upholstery. She came around the desk, and perched on the edge of it, facing me. The action caused her skirt to rise up on her legs a little. I tried not to stare at her legs, at how the skirt, stressed by her position, was now only covering a few inches of her thighs. "Ms. Martinez? Can you explain to me why I'm here?" "Don't worry, Mr. Carlson. It will all become clear before too long," she said with a smile. She picked up a folder of papers, and began to page through them. With her attention occupied, I glanced down at her legs again. Now the material of her skirt was stretched tight across her slender thighs, and the slit on the side had somehow managed to shift towards the front. Pulled tight, the material gaped across the top of her leg, and I realized that the top corner of the slit was right at her panty line. The lacy cotton that peeked from the gap caused my throat to go dry. "Would you care for some water?" Her sudden question snapped my eyes back to her face. She seemed unconcerned, perhaps unaware of what I had been looking at. "Um, yeah, sure." She stood up, the skirt still rucked up around her waist. "Oops! I tell you, these modern suits are very inconvenient," she exclaimed, appearing to notice her exposure. She tugged on the sides of the skirt to bring it back down to a more decent level. Then she walked over to a side table, where a pitcher of water and some glasses stood. She poured me a glass, bending over from the hips. She must not have pulled the skirt all the way down, because the motion of bending forward caused the skirt to rise up, and I got another flash of lacy panties. I was starting to experience discomfort of my own, sitting in the deep armchair, with an incipient erection. She turned, the skirt once only an inch or so below her crotch, and brought me the glass. She bent forward, once again, to hand me the glass. Now her jacket fell slightly away from her chest, and I saw the outline of her right breast through the sheer blouse. It was only a quick glimpse, but enough to tell that the minx was braless, and that her nipple was hard and pushing against her blouse. Damned if she wasn't turned on also! What was going on here? She sat back down again on the edge of the desk, the skirt dangerously flirting with exposing the crotch of her underwear. The telephone rang, and she leaned back over the desk to pick it up. Now I could see her panties well and truly. She held the awkward position as she carried on a brief conversation with the person on the other end of the line. Her stance meant that I could examine her body without fear of being caught. The panties were french cut, I could see. The bottom half of her ass cheeks, happily freed from cover, were lovingly encased in the lacy nothing. She shifted her legs, now slightly parting them. The gusset of the panties was now in view, with several soft brown hairs escaping from around the sides. The gentle swell of her mound pushed out the material, with a subtle cleft just discernible running down the middle. Suddenly, she said goodbye, and swung around to face me once more. Unfortunately, the button of her jacket got caught on the desk organizer and popped off. "Shit! My jacket's ruined!" She yelled, hopping off of the desk, and holding the sides of the jacket apart to examine the damage done. Her sheer blouse, now fully exposed, did nothing to conceal her breasts. Like twin headlights, her nipples shone out at me, dark brown on the chocolate aureolas. Her breasts were small but perfectly rounded, not a hint of asymmetry or sag to their contour. To add to her predicament, her skirt was still up around her waist, her panties all that remained to disguise her nakedness. "I'm sorry, Mr. Carlson, I'm so embarrassed. Would you mind if I took this jacket off?" I barely suppressed my astonishment, but nodded to her to go ahead. She removed the offending garment, then appeared to notice what she was wearing underneath. "Oh, Good God. This really isn't my day. I didn't even remember I was wearing this blouse. Now you can see all of my titties. Will you promise not to look?" This escapade had my daughter's name all over it, but then where was she, anyway? In any case, the game was too much fun to bring to a halt now. I had to see how far this crazy brunette would take it. "Of course, Ms. Martinez. I'm a gentleman. I can understand a lady's dilemma, and I promise not to take advantage of it." She seemed satisfied with my pronouncement, and then noticed that her skirt was once again up around her waist. "My goodness, what you must think of me. I'm really not trying to flaunt myself at you, but this skirt has always been a problem for me." She tugged at the sides, struggling to pull it back down over her hips. The movement made her breasts sway enticingly. All at once, we heard a definite tearing noise. She stopped moving at once, and a becoming flush rose over her cheeks. "Oh, dear. Now I've done it." And she straightened up, holding her skirt in her hands. It had ripped right along the seam, and was now useless as a garment. She stood before me, in high heels, panties, and a see-through blouse. The situation was surreal. "Mr. Carlson, how can you ever forgive me? Really, I'm very professional usually. I can't imagine how I've managed to get myself into this bind. I do hope your daughter will be here soon, so we can conduct our business, and I can go find something more appropriate to wear." "It's quite allright, Ms. Martinez. I'm sure this happens to people all the time. We'll just make the best of a difficult situation, all right?" She nodded shyly, still blushing furiously. "Ok then. I'll just do some work that I have to get to while we're waiting." She picked up a large pile of papers and moved to a filing cabinet against the wall. She opened a middle drawer and started to file the papers, bending over from the waist to do so. Her panties pulled against her ass, the bottom part starting to slip between the cheeks. From where I was sitting, she made a delicious picture, her long legs together, the slight gap at the top framing her panty-clad pussy, her ass cheeks bisected by the back of her underwear. She reached behind her and inserted a finger into the side of the panties and pulled them out of the crack, momentarily showing me the shadow of the cleft underneath. It was a heartbreakingly endearing motion. She finished her job, and turned to go back to her desk, but somehow, the panties got snagged on the file cabinet drawer, and as it closed, it ripped them right off of her body. A little shriek emanated from this remarkable woman. "Oh, no! Whatever am I going to do now?" She vainly pulled at the shredded underwear, making no effort to cover her bush, a luxuriant brown growth that topped her sex. "Ms. Martinez, please, calm down. Let me see what I can do," I said, standing up and coming over to where she stood. I took the fragments of lace from her unresisting hands, and we stood next to each other, looking at the useless thing. The fact of this half-nude beauty next to me in the deep interior of a respectable law-firm was as exciting to me as anything I had ever done in the past. "I'm afraid there's nothing to be done," she said, her head hung low. I put my finger under her chin and lifted it up to look at me. "Nonsense. You've shown remarkable grace under fire. A series of unfortunate mishaps could reduce the most powerful CEO to a snivelling wreck, but you've maintained your composure, despite everything." "Thank you, Mr. Carlson, that means so much to me. But I can't meet with you and your daughter showing my pussy out in the open like this." "June is a very understanding girl, and I'm sure she won't be upset by this turn of events. But if it would make you more comfortable, I could give you company. Perhaps you wouldn't feel so out of place with another person partly naked." "Oh, Mr. Carlson! Would you? I can't tell you how grateful I would be." "Anything to make a lady feel better," I said, unzipping my pants, and dropping them to the floor. My erection stood out at full mast, the eye weeping slightly from the exhilarating turn of events. I leaned back against the desk, making no effort to hide my massive organ. Ms. Martinez smiled at me. "Yes, that's much better, thank you." She started to step back to her side of the desk, but managed to get her heel caught on the edge of the rug. She fell towards me, and I reflexively caught her under the arms. Her face came to a rest right against my rigid dick. "Oh, my goodness, how clumsy of me," she exclaimed, pulling her face away from my cock. A string of pre-cum stretched from her cheek to the end of my rod. "Please," I said, helping her to stand up, one hand on her hip, the other on her back, "it's nothing. But you've got a little something wet on your cheek." I held her close with my hand on the small of her back, feeling the outsweep of her ass under my fingertips. The other hand gently stroked her waist, feeling the warm smooth skin under her blouse. "I do?" She reached up with a finger, her back arched slightly away from me, her hips still in close. The tip of my dick made contact with her flat belly, rubbing so gently across the brown skin. She wiped some of the pre-cum onto her finger, and looked at it curiously. "Hmmm..." She brought the moisture to her deep red lips and gently sucked the fluid off her fingertip. My dick throbbed against her at the sight of the lewd gesture. "Ooh! It's tasty. I wonder where it came from. Is there any more on my face?" "Yes! Come to the mirror and I'll show you," I replied. She led the way over to the mirror over the table where the pitcher of water was. I stood behind her, one hand casually resting on her hip. I pushed forward against her, my cock making thrilling contact with the cleft between her ass cheeks. "See?" I pointed over her shoulder at the mirror. She leaned forward. "Oh! You're right." She leaned towards the mirror, pushing her ass out against me, my cock now enveloped by her glorious ass. She stood up on tiptoes, as if to get a closer look, and the bulbous head of my cock slipped between her legs, gliding along the wet lips of her pussy. She wiped the remaining pre-cum from her cheek and once again savored the flavor. I now held her hips with both hands, and she settled back on my cock. With a sweet glide, I felt myself enter her canal. "I just need to... oh! To straighten up here, Mr., uh, oh! Mr. Carlson," she gasped, aimlessly moving objects around on the table. "Of course, Ms. Martinez." I started plowing her pussy, back and forth, the astonishing heat and lubrication creating a delightful haven for my organ. My hands went up her torso to cup her tits through the blouse. "Just - Oh! Just need - Ooh! To straighten - Ahhhh!!" The sexy moans emanating from her brought me closer and closer to my climax. I snaked one hand down and started to rub her clit. "Oh!! God!! Yes, yes, YES!!!" With a shattering scream, she came, exploding, her walls spasmodically gripping and releasing my cock. In its turn, it released its sweet load deep into her velvety tunnel. "I'm not sure who was helping who 'straighten up'," came a sardonic response from behind us. I pulled away from my seductress, my steaming cock still dripping from our combined love juices. June was standing there, a playful smile on her face. "You dirty old man, you." Then, without warning, both she and Ms. Martinez burst out laughing, wildly. "Thank you, Mr. Carlson," gasped Ms. Martinez, "That was truly lovely." I looked wildly from one girl to the other. "Would one of you mind explaining what's going on here?" June managed to get her giggling under control. "Esme here really wanted to try a new idea. Plus, she's been hot for you ever since she saw your picture in my locker at high school." "Please, don't be mad, Mr. Carlson. I'm not a lawyer, I'm an executive assistant to Ms. Finzi. There's no business here other than the one we just transacted." I fixed June with a stern eye, while I went over to retrieve my pants. "You're going to get yourself in trouble one of these days. Of course," I admitted, "I don't think I had much of a chance against young Ms. Martinez here. Still, you have to take some pity on an old man. I don't know how much of this I can take." "That's the point, Dad. When you finally admit that you need me as much as I know you do, we can take a break. Until then, you've got to live up to your promise." "Does Ms. Martinez ('Esme, please,' she murmured) - OK, Esme, does she know about us?" "Of course she does, silly," snorted June. "If I can't talk about you with my best high school friend, who can I talk about you with?" A Week of June: Friday I rolled my eyes at her. Esme, meanwhile, had pulled a new pair of panties and a longer skirt from a drawer in her desk, and was busy making herself presentable again. "OK, you two. Run along. I've got to get back to work here before Ms. Finzi finds out how much 'personal time' I'm taking." "See you tonight, honey," said June, pulling me to the door. "Daddy and I are going to the movies." **** "Tonight?" I asked June as we left the office building and entered the glare of the busy downtown Manhattan afternoon. "Sure," she answered. "We're all going clubbing tonight, of course. How else would you plan on spending a Friday evening?" June was dressed, as usual, in clothes that left little to the imagination. Her orange t-shirt was cropped to within an inch of its life, clinging with desperation to decency by extending below the bottom curve of her breasts. The outthrust of her chest left a space between the cotton and the skin of her upper abdomen, promising glimpses of heaven if only the correct vantage point could be achieved. Similarly, her white denim shorts bore little resemblance to the usual garment by that name. The top had been rolled down so that her hips barely gripped the cloth, the minimal friction afforded by their contact being all that kept gravity from dragging the shorts down her legs. The low-slung position revealed the beginning of the outward curve of her ass, and hinted at the top of the valley between her ass cheeks. The challenge offered by the top of the shorts was only too eagerly taken up by the bottom of them. Skin-tight, they hugged more than just her hips. The line of the hems drew diagonals across her ass, allowing people to see the lower half of each cheek. The low-slung front revealed the top of her new peony peeking out from over the denim. Surprisingly, she was wearing sensible sneakers. I put my arm around her waist and drew her in tight against me as we walked to the subway entrance. The businessmen and women walked past us, on their way back to work from lunch, all anonymous in their standard uniforms of conservative suits. We drew more than a few stares on our walk. I let my hand creep up her side, until I could feel the warm soft underside of her right tit brush against the top of my thumb. She giggled, and pulled my hand down to safer regions. "Not yet, silly!" As we waited on the subway platform for the express to take us uptown, I felt a resurgence of my familiar love and lust for June. I hugged her close to me, feeling the impression of her breasts through our two cotton shirts. I looked down into her grey-green eyes, twinkling away up at me. "Kiss me..." she whispered intently. I obliged, lowering my face to meet hers, her tongue entering her father's mouth to engage mine wetly. I reached down and cupped her ass, one cheek in each hand, the generous amount of exposed skin making thrilling contact with my palms. I closed my eyes, loving the intimacy and reality, the life in my daughter, the way she reached out and grabbed what she wanted with confidence. I delighted, as she did, in the fact of our making out on a subway platform, feet away from people attempting to ignore us, unaware of the truth of our relationship, our anonymity hiding the true taboo of a father and daughter engaged in sexual activity. This was a drug: addictive, physically and emotionally. If June's plan was to bring about my downfall simply by being available whenever and wherever I wanted, it was simple yet devastating. I pulled back from our kiss, my hands still holding her butt, dazed by her power over me. She pushed her hips into mine, her denim-clad crotch subtly grinding against mine. My cock, newly rekindled, rewarded her brazen action with betraying throbs. "Why you dirty old man," she breathed, smirking, "I believe there's life in him yet!" I groaned, rolling my eyes. The train pulled in saving me from further conversation. **** Forty-five minutes later, I found myself at the back of a nearly deserted movie theater with June. The movie showing on the screen was Unfaithful. Diane Lane and her lover were in the process of negotiating their first intimacy. June put her hand on my thigh, and leaned over to me. "That Diane Lane sure is hot, isn't she? I'd love to kiss her like he's doing." I looked at her, her eyes intent on the action on the screen. Her lips were parted slightly, and her cheeks flushed. Her hand stroked my thigh, reaching between my legs, brushing gently over my crotch, until she deftly unsnapped my pants. Her small hand wriggled its way inside, grasping my cock by the root and rearranging me so that I hung outside of my pants. She turned her head to look at me, and smiled mischievously. She leaned over, and took my half-tumescent member into her mouth, sucking lightly for a few seconds. I quickly gained full erection, expanding along her tongue, filling her mouth with my flesh. "Mmmmm... tastes like Esme..." she murmured, before taking me back into her mouth again. I involuntarily thrust into her, feeling the suction of her cheeks against the sides of my cock. I stroked her back with one hand, reaching around her to unbutton her shorts. Onscreen, Diane Lane relived the passion of her union with her lover on the train back to Long Island. I worked her shorts down over her hips, June aiding me by raising her butt off of the chair. She settled down on her knees on the seat of her chair, her back bowed over my lap, her ass, shadowy in the dark light, raised up. The sensations coming from her ministrations were ecstatic, but I had resistance born from my recent intimacy with Esme. I held the back of her head with one hand, steadying her, stroking her soft hair, while with the other hand, I explored her rear. Oh, that ass! I had been teased by it for days now, from the first 'accidental' exposure to her casual display walking through New York City today. I caressed the two globes, feeling the strength of the muscles underneath, toned by endless cheerleading practices. The cleft in between invited me to explore further, and I obliged, my fingers trailing down between into that valley. I brushed across her asshole, causing a little twitch in my daughter's body, but she resumed sucking me, now licking along the sides of my shaft, now blowing on the head. I let my fingers dip lower, feeling the wetness of her pussy, the easy way in which her lips parted to allow me to gather lubrication from her moisture. Armed thus with the means to access, I spread the slippery stuff back up to her anus. I circled the rubbery ring, allowing her muscles there to relax in expectation of my entrance. My finger then dipped into the center of that tiny hole, the sphincter opening up to greet me. I pushed in, gently, but insistently, to the second knuckle. "Oh!" she gasped, a shudder running through her sexy form. "You like that?" I whispered. She nodded, her eyes hidden from me by the cascade of her hair. I pushed forward, the velvety interior of her rectum swallowing my finger. At last, my finger was fully seated within her, my knuckle pressed up against her ass. The heat and grip of her asshole was astonishing. I could only imagine what it would feel like to possess her with my cock. The idea caused even more blood to rush to my already engorged member, expanding its girth within my daughter's mouth. Our surroundings forgotten, we began a rhythmic movement together, she on my prick, I in her ass. Our moans mingled with those emanating from the movie. She rocked against my finger, trying to get more into her. The next time I was poised to enter her, I added my middle finger to my index. With only a slight whimper, she accomodated the new digit. I used my other hand to guide her head deep onto my cock, the tip of it now pushing against the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but straightened her neck, and swallowed me deep into her throat. Her lips came to rest against the base of my cock, and she began a rhythmic swallowing, the muscles of her tongue and throat contracting around me, milking me, causing another tide of semen to rise from my balls and cascade down her throat. Simultaneously, remarkably, I felt her begin to shudder continuously, her anus spasming around my fingers. She pulled her head back, disengaging my cock from her throat, and proceeded to lovingly lick my shaft down to limpness once more. Coming back to my senses, I looked at the screen, where a new scene had begun. I had lost track of the plot, but a woman a few rows ahead of us had become aware of the drama behind her. Her eyes locked into mine, and she winked, mouthing "Bravo!" I ceremoniously removed my fingers from June's ass, and helped her up to acknowledge our admirer. A small stream of spunk had escaped her mouth, creating a trail down her chin. She nodded to our voyeur, cleaning up the semen with a finger, and sucking it dry. **** After the movie, June and I went to Esme's apartment. I could not believe the size of the place: a huge loft in Tribeca, tastefully decorated with modern furniture. Esme gave me a tour of the place, obviously proud. The bedroom alone was the size of my entire apartment, and the bed was enormous, a waterbed, covered with satin sheets. "My goodness!" I said. "How does an executive assistant afford this kind of place?" "Actually," Esme replied, "I make quite a bit working for Ms. Finzi. But this apartment is hers. She lives in Westchester, and she likes to have a place in the city for entertaining. So, she allows her assistant to live here as long as she's willing to host any events that take place." "Sounds like you've landed yourself a plum of a job." "Absolutely! I'm saving enough money to pay for college when I go in two years, with extra to invest!" "Enough chit-chat," June interrupted. "We've got work to do before we can go out tonight. Dad? Esme has a question for you." I raised an eyebrow at June, and then turned questioningly to her hot friend. Esme looked embarrassed. "Oh, come on," I said. "It can't be anything too out there, considering what you did this afternoon." She giggled, regaining her composure somewhat. "OK, you've got a point there. I'd like you to, um, well, to shave me. You know. Down there." I looked at her, astonished. "Well, we need to be clean shaven for our plans tonight," she said defensively. I couldn't believe my luck. Or was it luck? June seemed to have every move of this week choreographed to perfection. As if she knew every secret of my perverted brain. As always, however, I couldn't resist the allure of the enchanting amusements she had planned. They were just too fun to give up. I quickly assumed the air of a professional hair stylist. "If madam would be so kind as to step to the bathroom?" I took note of the delighted look in June's eyes, and Esme, set at ease almost immediately, laughed out loud. She led the way to the bathroom, a study in marble and light. I seized a fluffy purple towel and lay it on the floor. I fetched a chair from the bedroom and placed it on the towel. "Now, madam, if you would please disrobe." Esme, obviously never shy, divested her body of the conservative pants suit she had changed into after the demolishment of her previous outfit. She carefully folded each piece of clothing after she took it off, showing far more care for this suit than for the last. I watched her closely, as she bared herself slowly in front of June and myself. Her dark skin stood out against her white undergarments, a white camisole and panties set, far less racy than the pair she had worn earlier. She pulled the camisole over her head, her elegant breasts standing firm on their own. I noted how in shape she was, like June, having enjoyed the legacy of cheerleading. Her flat abdomen and strong limbs made her seem like a living sculpture. She looked at me deliberately, then turned away to peel off her panties. The cotton clung to her skin, reluctant to give up its role as guardian of her most intimate places. Finally, though, with a rush, the underwear slipped down her legs. She turned, and once again I was faced with the luxuriant bush she sported at the junction of her legs. "Are you sure about this?" I asked softly. She nodded. I nodded back, and asked her to sit down. June handed me a washcloth that she had put in warm water. I held her eyes. She looked back at me, defiant. I turned to Esme, and proceeded to wash her pubic hair. She had a well-maintained bikini wax, so I wouldn't have to shave her legs. I gently pulled her knees apart, and knelt between her legs. Softly, I ran the cloth across her vulva, and then, urging her to sit forward, over her perineum and up to her anus as well. I looked up to find that June had a pair of scissors for me. Esme had her eyes closed. With careful cuts, I trimmed her pubic hair down very short. I pulled the hair away from her skin in order to avoid any nicks. To this point, I had not actually touched her. As I worked around her vulva, I saw that her anxiety was being replaced by arousal. Her labia had separated, showing the pink inside. At the head of the slit, her clitoris was beginning to stiffen. I resisted the urge to investigate her anatomy more closely. I had a job to do, and I couldn't afford to lose my concentration while working around such delicate skin. Now June handed me some shaving cream in a mug, warm water creating a lather, and a brush. With careful strokes of the brush, I applied the cream to Esme's mons and vulva. Each stroke with the bristled instrument caused her to twinge, despite my care. I finally touched her with my fingers, insinuating the cream into every crack. She certainly didn't need any more moisture there, as my fingers slipped through the folds of her sex. Finally, June handed me a new razor. With downward strokes, I started the process of removing Esme's hair. Each pass of the razor revealed more skin. In only a few seconds, I had denuded her mons, and had to proceed to her vulva. "June, could you give me a hand here?" I pulled Esme's knees further apart to make room for June to kneel next to me. "Please put a finger in here, and pull to your right." June gave me a wicked smile as she saw what I had planned. She shook her head, and inserted her index finger right up into Esme's pussy. The invasion caused her to jump and gasp out loud. I indicated to June that she needed to keep still. I didn't want our friend's arousal to boil over too soon. With June gently distending Esme's lips to the side, I was able to carefully sweep the blade across the right side of the girl's vulva, cleaning the skin of any hairs, both inside and outside of the labia. I quickly stood up and moved around June, allowing her to pull to the left so that I could likewise shave the other side. Then, with incredible care, I pulled the skin around Esme's clit tight. Once again, she shuddered, reaching a new plateau of excitement. I waited until she had settled down, and then drew the blade across the skin of her prepuce. I left June's finger inside Esme's tunnel, and washed the area that I had shaved to this point. Esme was now quivering, visibly restraining herself from fucking herself on June's finger. My shaving so far had been impeccable. I told Esme to stand up, which she did, on quaking legs, still impaled by June. I helped her to swivel on that digit, the poor girl now moaning continuously. I had her kneel down, her butt up in the air. June grasped one buttock, I the other, and we pulled them apart, revealing her brown asshole, winking at us in time with the convulsions racking her body. I carefully removed the few hairs that graced her perineum and around her anus. Washing off this last area, I nodded to June, who started to push in and out with her finger. I leaned down and applied my tongue to Esme's anus, pushing in on the little hole. Between the dual assault, Esme quickly melted into a massive orgasm, there on the bathroom floor. **** "Why did you need her to be clean-shaven?" I asked June out in the main part of the loft. We had left Esme to collect herself. "You'll see soon enough. I'm ordering some pizza to be delivered. We're not going out until ten tonight." **** At 9:30, I finally found out the reason. I had spent the last two and a half hours watching television while the girls had been locked up in Esme's bedroom. June had given me an outfit to wear that she had picked out specifically for me. I was wearing skin-tight black leather pants with buttons down the front and no underwear. On top, a white, loose shirt. The leather molded to my penis in a highly satisfying way. When the two girls emerged, I could see that they had spent some time preparing themselves for a night out in NYC, but clearly that had not taken up all of the time they had been in there. Esme had her long brown hair up while June had hers all loose around her shoulders, forming a golden halo around her head. Both girls were dressed for clubbing. June was wearing a sheer black blouse, through which you could see her lacy bra, also black. She was wearing a tight black lycra skirt that reached too midthigh, and black boots with a two inch heel that laced up to mid-calf. Esme, on the other hand, had an identical sheer blouse in red, and a lacy bra in red underneath. Her skirt was white and swishy, and she had on the same boots as June, only in red. The two were a vision of beauty, sexy and alluring. Yet, from my experience with June this week, both girls were surprisingly conservatively dressed. I was about to make a comment to this effect when I realized that something seemed a little bit off about those bras. June saw the quizzical look on my face and laughed. "Do you like our outfits, Daddy?" she asked as she walked across the room to me. Now I could see what had bothered me about her bra: her breasts were moving too freely. As she approached me, I reached out and brushed my hand over one of her tits. She stood proudly, chest outthrust, hands at her sides, inviting exploration. My hand reported to my brain that my eyes had deceived me. There was no bra on that gorgeous mound of flesh. I blinked several times. The illusion was masterful. "Body-paint," June explained. "We've been taking some courses." I looked at Esme's chest: now I could tell that her nipples were standing out in a way that they never could had she been wearing a bra. But at first glance, I had been completely fooled. "It gets better," whispered June into my ear. Esme lifted her skirt up. Underneath she seemed to be wearing a pair of hot pants in red, but the contours of her triangle (now hairless) were too smooth. Then she turned and bent forward, holding the skirt up above her ass. The faux hot-pants described arcs above her ass cheeks, the illusory material diving between the cheeks. But her legs framed a clearly visible pair of pussy-lips, despite their candy-red color. "Oh, my God," I whispered hoarsely. "Is this some sort of 'anything-goes' kind of club we're going to?" "Don't be silly, Daddy," June replied. "If it were that kind of place, where would the fun be?" My mind goggled. Her plan was outrageous, but could work. In the dimmer lighting of the club, people wouldn't be able to see the details that gave the illusion away. "Let's go," said Esme, her eyes twinkling. She let her skirt fall back into place, and we went out the door. The club was a few blocks away, and as we walked, I observed the free motion of the two tits on either side of me. In profile, each nipple was obvious in its erect state. And yet, unless we were directly under a street lamp, you really couldn't tell the difference. And even in direct light, a casual glance would just assume a bra where there was none. Seeing two such stunning ladies on my arms, the bouncer ushered us directly in, bypassing the long line of would-be club-goers. I ignored the crowd of indignant shouts and pressed a hundred bucks into the hand of the oversize man. He acknowledged my gratuity with a nod as he held the door for us. A Week of June: Friday Inside, the noise was deafening. The center of the club was a large dance floor, and there were several platforms of different heights to break up the visual field. Around the edges were booths and stand-alone tables. There was a long bar along the left side. The space went up some fifty feet, and there were several levels of balconies. The place was jam-packed, and I was worried that we would have to stand. However, my free-spending came in handy as the bouncer directed us to a young man with a headset, who led us to a secluded table in the corner of the first balcony. I likewise tipped him, and he smiled, assuring me in a shout that the table would be available for our use all night. June and Esme were already sitting, their heads almost touching as they talked. I sat down next to them, and didn't bother to try to catch the drift of their conversation. Instead, I watched people. On the dance floor, a writhing mass of bodies proclaimed their physicality and their sensuality in expressive movement. I espied a blond guy standing behind a black woman, his hands running over the swell of her hips, as she pushed her backside into him, giving him a smile over her shoulder. Upstairs, the scene was a little more quiet, as the speakers blared their volume down into the pit. All around us, young people were attempting to hook up; here, a brunette in her 20's looked provocatively over her tall drink at a guy in a muscle-shirt; there, a knot of men and women seemed to flow into couples. Two booths down from us, a man and woman were clenched together in a soul-stealing kiss. I watched his hand sneak into her blouse uncontested. On the other side, two men with clean-shaven heads were laughing with a girl sitting between them. I couldn't see where her hands were, but they weren't on the table. June gave Esme a kiss on the cheek, and then stood up, motioning that she would be back in a second. I watched her sashay towards the far side of the balcony. I turned my attention to Esme, scooting closer to her on the bench. We talked desultorily for a few minutes, until a waitress came to our table. "Hi!" she shouted. "I'm Julianne. What can I get you to drink?" She had dyed red hair cut in a pageboy, and she was wearing a black spaghetti-strapped shirt over a black bra, and a black spandex miniskirt. She was very cute, but not what you would call beautiful, similar in looks to Bjork, with that elfin style face. I ordered a gin-and-tonic, while Esme ordered a rum-and-coke. "I'll take a Sex-on-the-Beach, please," said June, who had just come back. Esme smiled. I almost hid my face in my hands. Julianne did a double-take. For June was well and truly naked. She had taken off the blouse and skirt, and seemed now to be dressed in a bra and black short shorts, with thong underwear underneath that hooked above her hip bones above the sides of the shorts. Except that there really wasn't anything there. There was no doubt that people a few feet away would probably be taken in by the illusion. But Julianne, right next to my nude daughter couldn't help but see through the disguise. "Oh. Wow. That is too wild," she said. She reached out to feel the bra-strap that wasn't there, and her fingers passed over the skin without meeting the expected obstacle. June smiled at her, reached up and took hold of Julianne's hand. With insistence, she glided the girl's fingertips across her breast, down her belly, and into the depths of her black-painted groin. Julianne's eyes widened with each inch, following the progression of her hand across the skin. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, and gasped when she found the wetness between June's legs. "That is so beautiful," she exclaimed, removing her hands from June's pussy, the moisture on the fingers glistening in the colored lights. "I wish I could be as brave as you are!" "There's nothing stopping you," June replied. She sat down next to me, and Esme, in her turn, excused herself. Julianne left to get our drinks. I looked deep into June's eyes. They returned the familiar glint of wild mischief I had come to love so well this week. I leaned into her and kissed her deeply. Her tongue against mine was ambrosial. The swell of her naked breast pushed into my chest, and I felt the erect nipple burning through my thin shirt. She broke the kiss, and drew my attention to the far side of the balcony. There, Esme emerged from the rest room. Like June she had removed her blouse and skirt, and proceeded to walk through the club, naked as the day she was born. From here, her modesty seemed challenged yet intact by her apparent clothing. But I could see heads swiveling as she passed them, something about the way her body moved alerting them to the fact that all was not as it appeared here. She reached our booth, breathing hard, her eyes slightly glazed from arousal. Her tits, in the red paint, wobbled very slightly with each step. She stopped, looking at us directly, and then bent forward to relace one of her boots. Her breasts were small enough that they did not dangle in such a way that would make it obvious that they were naked. But I could tell that an observer behind her would have to see her red red pussy-lips. She sat down in the booth on the other side of me, laughing at her escapades, scooting all the way around to lean into me. And so I sat, in a crowded club, with a naked woman on either side of me. I put my arms around their shoulders and pulled them in tight. Esme looked up at me, her eyes shining. I kissed her, deeply, sampling her mouth, our tongues intermingling. Julianne came back with our drinks, and nearly dropped the tray when she saw Esme. She shook her head, laughing. "You guys are awesome," she shouted, handing us each our drink. "Would you like to sit with us?" June asked. "Maybe in a bit, when things calm down. I'll come back around in a while," and she left, shaking her head. The situation had me rock hard, and I was uncomfortable in my tight leather pants. I began to shift, hoping to free some room to allow my cock to move from down my left leg to up against my belly. Esme noticed my difficulty, and giggled. She put her mouth up to my ear and breathed heavily, the warm air travelling directly to the pleasure center of my brain. If anything, this made me harder, but now she reached down between my legs and skillfully unbuttoned the front of my pants. With her slender fingers she fished me out, so that I was free of the confines of the pants. "Nice..." she murmured into my ear, her fingers lazily stroking my length, teasing me with her skill. She was turned into me, her right hand reaching across her body, her breasts pressed into my side. Without warning, her tongue snaked out and slithered around my ear. Then I felt a second hand join Esme's on my cock. I looked at June. She was smiling privately, looking out over the crowd, as her right hand added to my excitement. Esme shifted her hand down to my balls, rolling them in her palm. I pushed forward on the seat a little to give her more room. June's hand continued to stroke up and down my prick, lingering around the head in order to gather lubrication from the pre-cum leaking from the hole. Esme now dipped her fingers under my balls, feeling the root of my erection. One long finger approached my anus, tickling the sensitive skin there. A shadow fell over the table, and I looked up to see a handsome young guy attempting to strike up a conversation with my daughter. The table hid my cock from his view, but he must have had some idea of what Esme was up to, although it was possible that June's role was not as obvious, given her apparent air of detachment. I couldn't hear what they were saying, so I kept my attention on my other partner. I let the hand across her shoulder caress her back, reaching down to feel the exposed skin of her ass. Her skin was velvet, her ass soft and inviting. Now June let go of my member, and stood up. She and her acquaintance began to dance by the table. He had an arm around her, pulling her against him. I watched as his hand dropped to her butt, and smiled to myself as his face registered astonishment when he touched her bare skin. June laughed and spun in his arms, her back to him now, rubbing her butt all over his crotch. She pushed back into him, leaning forward, and his hands started to explore her tits. All of a sudden, he pulled away, a look of embarrassment crossing his face. June laughed outright and shook a finger at him, as he backed away, a wet stain spoiling the front of his pants. Esme had me boiling in excitement from her attacks on my erogenous zones. Then, her mouth against my ear, she tucked me back into my pants. "Let's you and me dance now." She got up and took me by the hand, leading me to the stairs down to the dance floor. I couldn't believe the audacity of this girl. In the midst of that crowd, there would be no hiding her nudity. But she didn't seem to mind. We found ourselves in the midst of the crush of humanity. She put her arms around my neck and clung tightly to me as we danced. My hands cupped her tight buttocks, the undulations caused by our movements forcing my palms in a circular caress over each bun. People all around us noticed her state of undress, and reactions were mixed. Some gasped in revulsion, but more seemed turned on by it. Esme leaped up on me and wrapped her legs around my middle, her bare pussy rubbing against my leather-clad erection. I helped her to grind herself against me, my hands supporting her ass. She flung her head back, her brown hair coming loose from its pins. I pushed one finger in, deep into the cleft of her ass, until I found her anus, flexing inward, pushing against the straining hole. With a shriek, she came in my arms, head swinging wildly from side to side. Suddenly June was there, and she and I helped Esme climb back up the stairs, her shaky legs barely able to support her. When we got to our table, Esme slumped against the back of the booth, overcome by the power of her public orgasm. I looked at June, and she smiled back. Julianne returned several times over the next hour, refilling our drinks. I had a nice buzz going, a combination of the alcohol and the eroticism in the air. Esme and June each had a leg over one of mine, their pussies, red and black respectively, wide open. I had a finger deep in each one, idly stirring in the dripping honeypots. There was a lull in the music, and the activity in the club slowed down. Julianne came back to our table, her copper hair damp from the heat in the club, her shirt clinging to her back from sweat. She flopped down opposite us. "Whew! I've got a break for a few minutes." I continued to finger my companions. Esme seemed lost to the world, her eyes closed. The only sign that she was awake was her ragged breathing. June was more composed, and she started to talk with Julianne even while I was touching her. "I've been watching you all night," Julianne was saying. "In fact, I can't take my eyes off of you guys. You are beyond sexy. I just can't believe you're walking around naked in a club!" "Why not? It's all just a matter of degree." "But you have no escape," Julianne returned. "No way out if things get too scary." "That's part of the fun," said June. "Here, let me show you." And she stood up and walked around the table to sit next to Julianne. She leaned in close to the pretty redhead and kissed her softly on the lips. Julianne made no effort to get away, but also did not kiss back. June did not seem disappointed, but instead began to examine the waitress' shirt. "Let's see. If we make these straps a bit longer..." and she adjusted the spaghetti straps so that the front of the shirt hung lower. With the adjustment, the cleavage between the girl's breasts was more obvious, and the inner slopes of her tits were revealed. The edge of her bra was now also visible. "Hmmm... That's better. But we still need to change it a little bit." Julianne seemed a little flustered, her cheeks becoming flushed. June reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of nail scissors. "These will have to do for the moment. It won't be the neatest job..." And she grabbed the hem of the shirt and cut into it. In a few seconds, she had snipped off the lower five inches of the shirt so that Julianne's belly was now exposed. In fact, the shirt barely hung below the bottom of her perky breasts. The girl's breath was faster now, and if she was upset about the fact that her shirt was ruined, she didn't show it. "Now stand up for me," June ordered. Julianne complied, squeezing past June in the process. "What do you have on under here?" asked June, indicating the spandex skirt. "J-just a g-string," stammered the waitress. "Excellent. The great thing about these spandex skirts is that they're very easy to turn into micro-minis!" With that, she tugged down on the skirt, pulling it lower and lower, until it sat around the widest part of Julianne's hips. The back was low enough that the top inch of the girl's butt crack was exposed. In the front, the lines of the border between abdomen and leg curved inward and down until they disappeared behind the top of the skirt. Her little belly button now sat a good three inches above the skirt, and had the waitress had them, pubic hairs would surely have been peeking out. Now June folded the skirt up, and then down again, taking what had been fifteen inches of material and turning it into a bare five. The girl's craemy thighs now were almost entirely exposed, the hem of the skirt barely covering her vulva. In back, the bottoms of her ass cheeks curved below the hem. June tucked her fingers into each side of the g-string, and tugged it upward, seating each string over a hip bone. Julianne let out a little gasp as the tug deep-seated the skimpy material into her pussy. June slid her finger under the skirt, ensuring that the cloth was hidden inside Julianne's cuntlips. Julianne looked agape at June, but seemed unable to resist her. June stood up, and pressing herself against the waitress, kissed her deeply on the mouth. She pulled her in close, her tits squashing against the chest of the smaller woman. I watched, still fingering Esme, as June's tongue dove into Julianne's mouth, one hand on the back of her head, one hand under her skirt. Julianne's hands flopped uncertainly for a second, then fastened around June's back as she gave in to my daughter's power. "There, that wasn't too bad, was it? Now go serve some drinks, and see if you can't have some fun." As Julianne turned on shaky legs to go about her job, June gave her a swat on her curvy little behind. Then she sat down again, a wicked twinkle in her eyes. "I love debauching the innocent," she laughed. I couldn't help but laugh back. My daughter was a true sexual adventuress, with all the instincts of a Machiavelli. We watched Julianne totter around the balcony, her long legs now the center of people's attention. "'M drunnk..." slurred Esme. "Wanna fuck. Anyone else wanna fuck?" June and I giggled, staring at each other. Then June grabbed Esme's hand and stood her up. The music had started up again, and they started to dance together. I watched from the booth, as the two girls began to kiss each other, their hands roving all over the other's body. Without any clothes in the way, each girl was able to fondle whichever body part presented itself. I had two buttons undone on my pants, and my prick, hard as iron, stood out, begging for attention. In fact, attention is just what my two beauties attracted from other watchers on the balcony, and a small circle formed around them. Men and women gazed at the two lovers, writhing and caressing each other. While I watched, onlookers were casually reaching out to touch them, dragging a finger across an asscheek, stroking a nipple. I was a little worried that things might get out of hand, but June seemed, as always, the mistress of the situation. With only a little coaxing, she was able to offer Esme to each person in the circle for closer investigation. One man palmed a tit, feeling the hot nubbin of her nipple against his palm. One woman slipped a finger between her labia, then sampling the taste of her. Another guy who pushed his denim-clad erection against her face was summarily dismissed by June. Julianne returned, her eyes glazed from the intensity of the night's experiences. She still had her skirt folded up, but it was even smaller than before, the front showing where her g-string disappeared into her pussy lips, two or three curly pubic hairs escaping over the top of the front panel of the underwear. In back, several inches of ass crack were visible, with the g-string emerging from its intimate contact with her erogenous zones. Her shirt was even lower than before, and she had lost her bra in her travels. The end result of the new arrangement was that her areolas showed over her shirt, and the top of the cotton garment seemed to hang off of her painfully erect nipples. She sat down next to me, watching June and Esme make the rounds of the participants in their public exhibition. "I have never felt so... so aroused in my life, mister," she groaned, not taking her eyes off my companions. I held my erection in my hand, the throbbing in my palm agreeing with Julianne. I glanced at her, and noted that she had a hand underneath her skirt, working wildly at her overheated sex. "Please... I left my phone number on... ohhh... on your check... please... oh,God... please, please call me tomorrow?" I laid my hand over her hand, pushing it deep into her, pressing the heel of her palm over her clit. With circular pressure, I made her pleasure herself more and more. I leaned in and breathed into her ear. "We'll call you." "OH! Oh, GOD!!" she shrieked as she came under my fingers. June looked up at me, Esme leaning against her, panting. Julianne's yell had brought too much attention to our area, and June signalled to me that it was time to make tracks. Like a magic trick, she and Esme disappeared to the restroom, while I tucked myself back in and gave a credit card to Julianne. The circle of people dispersed rapidly, and all seemed normal once more when the manager appeared at my table. He seemed more amused than annoyed, but he told me that it was time for the three of us to go. I nodded, and thanked him for his attentions, tipping him again with another fifty bucks. In moments, June and Esme were back again, seemingly decent in their previous outfits. But Esme was still high on her erotic buzz, and she continually toyed with her clothes as if she were a prisoner of them. We managed to get her outside before she could undo her skirt. Pulling it off triumphantly outside the club, she turned to the big bouncer. "'M naked," she announced brightly. "Wanna fuck?" The well-muscled gentleman let out a bark of laughter. "Young lady, I think it's high time you got home." We led her down the street towards her house, while she muttered darkly to herself. "Just wanna fuck. Why can't I get a fuck?" We wrestled her upstairs to her apartment, and got her onto her bed. She smiled at us, reaching between her legs. When her finger found a home deep in her pussy, she groaned, turned over, and fell asleep. "Let's crash here," said June, as she undid her blouse. "We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." "You never stop do you?" I asked as I undressed. "Nope," said June, now naked once more, and, lying down next to the unconscious Esme, raised her arms up to me. "Wanna fuck?" She asked in perfect imitation of her friend. I laughed. "Nope, pretty girl. I still have my morals," I answered as I lay down next to her, also naked. I spooned her from behind, her butt pressed to my groin, where my half-erect cock nestled between her cheeks. "You don't stand a chance," whispered June, clasping my hand over her breast