1 comments/ 38200 views/ 1 favorites Just Do It! By: SexyKat I am one busy lady. I don't have time to mess around. Every day I have a million things to do and from the moment I wake up until the moment my head hits my pillow I am on the go, non-stop, constantly rushing around. That goes for sexual kicks too. I love sex just as much as the next person. Stress makes me horny as hell but due to my highly demanding job I find my knickers get frequently wet during the day and sometimes a quick trip to the ladies to release the tension has to happen. This one particular day I was in my office. I had a meeting to prepare for. The meeting was the next day but I had more pressing matters to attend to first thing tomorrow morning so needed to get everything planned and organised today. The phone would not stop ringing, you could practically set your watch by my e-mails as it felt like one had dropped into my in box every second since I'd logged on and my secretary must have knocked on my door every other second. I was beginning to get stressed... Stress is a healthy reaction to some situations and a little bit of stress is good for you but when you can't release the pressure when you need to it just adds to the pressure, makes the tension bigger and in my case makes my clit tingle harder. I decided I just needed to deal with the tension, release the pressure and then I'd be able to focus 100% on preparing for this God damn meeting. "Judy?" I pressed the intercom button on my PA System. "Yes Louise?" "Please pick up any of my calls and take messages, do not let anyone into my office and please do not disturb me for at least 30 minutes. I simply have to prepare for this meeting tomorrow and do not have time for interruptions. Can you do that for me?" "Of course no problem at all." She replied. I sighed as I released the intercom button, ah Judy, so innocent that it wouldn't even cross her mind that I'm about to make myself cum at my own desk. 30 minutes? I can do it quicker than that I don't have time for this. Standing up I pulled my skirt up around my waist and sat back down in my leather chair. My naked ass cheeks felt good against the new black leather of my high back office chair. Parting my legs I ran my hands from me knees up towards my pussy. Getting even more turned on as they went over the lace tops of my hold ups. Pulling my g-string to one side I wasted no time at all in using one hard to part my pussy lips and the other to start rubbing my clit. With my head back, and eyes closed, frantically rubbing myself I was shocked when I heard the door close. Opening my eyes I saw Rob, our post room boy standing there, his eyes transfixed on my hands between my legs. "How the hell did you get in here?" I asked, "Didn't Judy stop you?" "Er Judy wasn't there, I knocked but there was no answer so I thought I'd just come in and leave the package on your desk." He said. He began to mumble an apology putting the package on the floor but I knew there and then I could use Rob to release my pressure and it'd be such a power trip it'd surely release more pressure than I could release single handedly. "Rob, I know this must look bad, and is perhaps a bit of a shock, but I'm a busy woman and have needs, I just don't have the time. I need you to help me." I said as I removed my hands and closed my legs. Rob's eyes were now just staring at the triangle of hair he could see at the base of my flat belly. "strip." I said Without any hesitation at all Rob dropped his trousers and his boxers and stood there with his huge erection just nudging the bottom of his shirt. "Grab your dick and wank for me you bad boy." I said. He looked a bit embarrassed "Just do it." I told him. Without saying a word Rob did as he was told. Grabbing the shaft of his dick with one hand he started to run his hand up and down it's length. Squeezing as he reached the head. Keeping his eyes on me I parted my legs so my lips got parted too. His dick instantly jerked at the site before him. Staring dead at me, gazing at my swollen clit, my wetness, my begging hole, he continued to masturbate in front of me. Pulling and tugging at himself. I quickly resumed rubbing my clit, watching him play with himself was just so hot. I couldn't resist. "Oh yeah, you naughty boy, wank for me....are you going to cum?" I asked him "Oh yeah Louise, fuck, you're so horny, you are such a sexy woman." He said still rubbing himself. Faster now, with a sense of urgency, "oh yeah Louise, rub yourself for me." He said. At the sound of his command I pushed my fingers into myself and began finger fucking myself, cumming harder than ever. Him watching me cum was enough to send him over the edge and he came quickly but quietly into his hand. I stood up, smoothed down my skirt and walked towards him with a box of Kleenex. "Thanks Rob, that was perfect. You are far better at stress relieving than any of the stupid office toy balls." I said winking. I bent over, picked up the parcel from the floor and told him that was all and thank you. As he closed the door I pressed the intercom. "Judy, I'm all finished, thanks for holding the fort for me." "No problem, I hope you feel less stressed now." Just Do It I'm a handyman. It's an interesting trade and I can turn my hand to just about anything. Concreting, carpentry and carpeting are my three mainstays but if needed, I'll turn my hand to other things that come up. Most physical work just needs good co-ordination and a willingness to use your brain. I do, however, tend to steer clear of electronics. You want a TV fixed, go to a specialist. My slogan is "I'll Just Do It". There's another mob who I did some work for once and they liked my slogan so much they pinched it. I had my lawyer send them a letter about it but they ignored me. Anyway, enough rambling on about me. I wanted to tell you about this job I had to do. It was carpentry. Friend of a friend put this guy Tobias onto me. Tobias needed his back veranda fixed. What kind of name is Tobias, anyway? I called him Toby once and thought I was going to lose the job on the spot. Oh, yes. I was talking about his back veranda. Termites are the devil, but also a lucrative earner for people like me. The little buggers ate half of Tobias's veranda before he even knew they were there. He found out when he stepped out on it one morning and fell straight through it. This resulted in a quick call to the exterminators and then a subsequent call to me. A quick check and I was able to inform him that the whole veranda needed to be torn down and rebuilt. Preferably with treated wood to prevent those walking teeth from visiting it again. I gave him a quote and a timeframe and suggested that he might like to get another couple of people out to do the same. I gave him the names of a couple of firms I knew, confident that if he called them they'd give him extortionate quotes. Apparently he did, they did, and I got the job. So I fronted up on the agreed date and started stripping down the chewed remains of the old veranda. That didn't take long and I took the time to knock up a set of stairs so Tobias didn't have to jump down into his yard. The next day I started putting in the new veranda. I was able to start on the structure right away as the original pilings were still there, the termite having ignored them. Not to their taste apparently. For the next couple of days, everything went smoothly and I was going to finish in time and within budget, which is always a nice thing to do, and I'd make a decent profit as well. Then Tobias's wife, Jody, turned up. Ay caramba, that woman was hot. She'd been at her mother's place for a few days and she arrived home on what was to be my last day there. I had just finished putting down the final flooring when she came slinking onto the nice new veranda and looked around. I like that word, slinking. It describes the way a cat approaches a mouse, and in this case I had a suspicion that I was the mouse. I suppose you want a better description than me just saying she was hot. She was medium height, slender and stacked, and I mean stacked. Her boobs jutted so far in front of her that I'll swear they came through the door two seconds before the rest of her. If ever boobs were made for touching and tasting, hers were. They looked soft and bouncy. I know they were bouncy as they did so as she walked, bobbing up and down and from side to side. She was wearing a silk blouse from the look of it, with no bra. I think she liked the feel of the silk rubbing against her nipples. She had the cutest little bottom, barely covered by a mini-skirt and legs that looked as though they were the poster children for pantyhose models. What else? Black hair, and that doesn't mean dark brown. It means black. Brown eyes and red lips. No collagen in her lips either. It looked as though she was one hundred percent natural. That includes her boobs. The plastic surgeon who can make boobs that bounce the way hers do hasn't been born. Jody introduced herself, telling me who and what she was, and I responded in kind. She had one of those sultry voices, the kind that seems to be breathing lusty suggestions into your ear. When I said I responded, I responded in more ways that just introducing myself. My cock damn near twanged, it snapped erect so fast. If I'd been wearing light trousers, it probably would have ripped them apart when it snapped to. Did I mention that she had a nice pair of boobs? I think I might have said something along those lines. Well, those nice boobs were tipped with a pair of erect nipples, pressing hard against that silk shirt she wore. My hand just itched to feel them. Do you remember my motto? If not, it's at the start of this story. I glanced around the yard and noted that we were really quite secluded where we were. There were sufficient hedges, trees and fences to prevent anyone from looking in on us. Tobias was at work and as far as I knew, we were alone. I reached up and started undoing the buttons on Jody's silk shirt. She looked slightly startled but didn't try to stop me. All she did was ask "What do you think you're doing?" in a puzzled voice. The answer to what I thought I was doing was so obvious that I just ignored the question, continuing with the buttons until the shirt gaped open, and then I pushed it back and off her shoulders. I have to say I've never seen such a magnificent pair. I cupped them, weighing them in my hands while my thumbs reached up and rolled the nipples. And all this time Jody just stood there, letting me touch her. She didn't look scared or puzzled, just interested as I stroked her breasts, watching my hands playing with her. Not wanting Jody to feel constricted by the shirt binding her arms, I reached for it and slid it down her arms and off, tossing it lightly onto my sawhorse. Then back to her breasts, treasuring them. Bending over I sucked each nipple, tasting her and letting her feel my teeth grazing against her flesh. "You were just made for a man to touch," I murmured to her, standing back and admiring the view. Jody just smiled and stood there, patiently waiting to see what else I might do, challenge plain on her face. I reached for the waist of her skirt, checking for a button and/or zip. Finding both it was the work of a moment to undo them and let her skirt drop. Jody calmly stepped out of it, hooking it up with one foot and dropping it on top of her shirt. She was now wearing a miniscule pair of briefs, cut high on the sides and low in the front. She wasn't wearing them long, I assure you, and this time I did the gentlemanly thing and helped her out of them. Once again I did the step back and admire bit. I really liked the way she had shaved her pubes to a little arrow, pointing to where I fully intended going. I slowly undid my jeans, making sure that Jody could see what I was doing. As soon as I had it was pretty obvious what was pressing firmly against the opening fly, but I did not take my erection out and display it for her. Instead I gave Jody a challenging look of my own, daring her to start contributing to what we were doing. She didn't hesitate. She just slipped her hand inside my open fly and found what she was looking for, drawing it forth. I thought she might just hold it or possible stroke it but Jody surprised me. She sank gracefully down onto her knees and her mouth closed smoothly over me. All I could do was stand there in torment as her head bobbed up and down, slowly driving me wild. She timed it to a nicety. When I thought I was about to explode she released me, rising swiftly back to her feet, looking down to admire her handiwork. Now I am a largish man, with large hands and feet and other parts, shall we say. But I'm quite sure I've never been as large as I was when Jody finished teasing me. However, it was now my turn to do some teasing, and my hand slipped between her Jody's legs, settling on what it found there. While my erection lay throbbing between us, my hand plundered Jody's pussy, kneading and massaging it, fingers diving between her lips to ensure that she was stirred internally as well. She gasped when I started manhandling her clitoris, biting her hand to stop herself yelling. When I stopped she was standing there quivering slightly, hot and moist and ready. I reached around her and cupped her buttocks. Pulling her towards me I also lifted her and Jody, finding herself tipping forward, threw her arms around my neck to catch herself, which was just what I wanted. With her arms around my neck I was able to lift her higher, pulling her firmly against me so she could feel my erection pressing hard against her stomach. "Legs" I murmured and Jody lifted them, wrapping them around my waist. Now that she was clinging to me I could move her a lot more easily, and I slowly lifted her up, letting her feel my erection drag against her as I lifted. Then she felt it dragging against her mound and pressing up against her slit. I held her there for a moment staring into eyes that were staring back at me. Then I started lowering her, letting her slide down onto my cock, pushing past her lips and starting to make itself at home. As soon as I was satisfied that my head was safely within her I let her see me smile, and then I let her go. Jody squawked, frantically clutching with both arms and legs to prevent herself plunging straight down and skewering herself. "Bastard" I heard her mutter, as she managed to control her descent, letting me fill her at a slightly lower speed. Looking into her eyes, they seemed to open wider and wider as I filled her. Then I was fully in her and she was laughing up at me, confident that she could handle anything I could dish out. So I tested her out. Jody squeaked slightly when I started walking, finding herself bouncing on my cock in time to the steps I took. She squeaked even louder when I went down the steps and into the back yard, looking up at me with a touch of horror in her eyes. "Where the hell was he going?" I could feel her thinking. Not far actually. Just onto the grass. Kneeling down, I tilted Jody towards the grass, laying her flat on her back with me looming over and in her. Then I pulled back and slammed back into her, bringing forth a little squeal. Now that I was pounding her, Jody was ready, willing and able to take me on. Apart from some gasping, I was reasonably quiet as we played on the grass. Jody was a different matter. She squeaked and she squealed. She begged for more, harder and faster, and I did my best to oblige her, and my best was damned good, if I do say so myself. I continuously pounded into her, while my hands massaged her breasts and my mouth possessed hers, trying to stifle some of those squeals, which were getting louder as things progressed. The way she had treated my cock on first encountering it had predisposed me to a quick orgasm, and I had to fight it off in a most frustrating way while building up Jody to the required point. Eventually she arrived at the sticking point, much to my relief, and I suspect I let out a heartfelt groan as I was able to finally slam into her and let myself go, hearing her muffled screams of pleasure as my mouth ground down on hers. Then we were lying apart under the sun, relaxing and breathing heavily. "I'm supposed to check your work and give you a cheque for the balance of your bill if I'm satisfied," Jody gasped. "And do my efforts meet with your approval. Completely satisfied, are you?" I asked. Jody nodded. "You do excellent work," she said. "I'll go and get your cheque while you put your things away." Rising, she stalked into the house, snatching up her clothes on the way past. I also rose and started tidying up, looking around the new veranda with approval. I had indeed done a neat little job here. Just Do It For Me! I married my husband right after graduating from college. I knew we would be married while he was away on his mission. Our parents and church leaders decided that he and I would make a good match. I of course had the final say but it was understood that objecting would be frowned upon. So when he returned I accepted his proposal. Luckily for me, John is a good looking man. To my surprise he is not the saint he led everyone to believe. On our wedding night I expected timid lovemaking with the lights off while still wearing our garments. But instead, I was pressed up against our 24th floor hotel widow, completely naked as he took my virginity from behind. The next day John had another surprise for me. We planned to spend the day at the beach and I had on my sporty bikini top which tightly held my lovely 34C breasts and matching bottom completely covering my sweet round ass. I'm wearing a white cover-up over my bikini and ready to head down to the beach when John said, "Take off your bikini top and just wear your cover-up." He could see my hesitation. I am too conservative to leave our room with my breasts freely swaying underneath a loose cotton shirt. Not to mention the obvious side-boob view. "You're kidding right?" I asked. "No one knows us here and we will never have this chance again to be so daring. Just do it for me!" I reached back and unhooked my bikini top and pulled it off from underneath my shirt. My breasts are firm but there was no denying I was topless underneath the cotton cover-up. The looks I was getting in the hotel lobby felt as if I was wearing something completely see-through. Even the hotel employees were falling all over themselves offering us assistance down to the beach. I made a conscious effort to keep my arms at my side to avoid exposing my tits but when I handed my beach bag to the bellman I gave him a great peek at my bare breasts. It was at this point seeing the smile on John's face when I decided to just do what my new husband wanted. In the gift shop I bent over to pick up some magazines. Men walking by were treated to a great view down the front of my shirt. Some of them even circled back to get a second look when I appeared not to realize my exposure. John watched with approval as more men took a closer look at my perky tits. I decided to tie my cover-up around my waist revealing my bikini bottom enticing more excitement for my husband and the men admiring me. I could almost feel their eyes on me as I adjusted my bottoms and accidently pull them down enough to show off my ass crack. I reach for the swim suits on sale. The clerk hurried over to help and was quick to suggest a revealing thong and bikini top for me to try on. It was his lucky day because I really wanted to please my husband. Behind the curtain I could sense the anticipation of the salesclerk waiting on the other side for me to come out from the dressing room. Looking at the mirror my ass cheeks are fully exposed and the bikini top barely covers my puffy pink nipples. I feel naked but reach up to open the curtain anyway. The salesclerk and John both react wide-eyed seeing my exposed body. I felt extremely vulnerable but at the same time liberated. I stood in front of the mirror looking at a the 22 year old, half naked women looking back at me and decided, if this is what my husband wanted, then so be it. Down at the beach it felt exhilarating being exposed it public. John was so proud of me for wearing my new swim suit and kept professing his love for me. It wasn't long before he realized that tops were optional and persuaded me to go topless. What an incredible sensation that I will never forget. Overprotected my entire life, I was nearly naked in front of so many strangers and I didn't care. I even got up the nerve to walk down to the ocean, tits and ass on display, for a swim with John. The rest of our honeymoon I didn't wear a bra underneath my clothes. John was thrilled seeing all the attention I received from other men. I wanted John to be happy with me and asked him if he wanted me to do anything else. "Like what?" he asked. "Do you want to see me with another man?" I inquired. "What!" "No way, I just like showing you off. Don't be ridiculous." When we arrived back home we agreed to never tell anyone of our escapades. Every once in a while I get the urge for that sensation of being exposed in public. But it is simply too risky in our small town. On our two year anniversary we return to the place of our honeymoon. Arriving at our hotel room I fully expected John to take me again in front of our widow when instead, he whispers in my ear... "I want to see you with another man." The End Just Do It To Me, Daddy Valentina seduces her father in this one. I hope you enjoy it. If you do, send feedback; if you don't, send feedback telling me why. If there are errors, please forgive them; I hope any mistakes that remain don't spoil the enjoyment of my efforts to entertain. GA - La Fortuna, Costa Rica. 10 April 2012. With her legs hooked at the knees over the arms of the well-cushioned office chair, Valentina jammed the rubber cock into her opening. Her climax was close, so fucking close, but not even the knobbly, ridged girth of the dildo could induce the orgasm she desperately craved, no matter how rough she was with it. Every tendon in the young woman's neck corded with frustration as she plunged the faux penis into her body. Deeper and harder it went to no avail. Close to sobbing with desperation, teeth clenched and spitting obscenities, the fingers of her free hand scrabbled for the remote control. The girl spluttered a curse, her frustration peaking as the move for the device spoiled her rhythm. 'Shit ... You fucking bastard,' she snarled. Her green eyes narrowed to slits in her temper and her full lips pouted. Finally the clawing fingers made contact with the plastic of the remote. 'Porn,' Valentina gasped, desire an urgent burning itch between her legs. 'I've got to come.' She sighed when the huge, wall-mounted computer monitor flicked to life. For what seemed an age to the desperate woman, the computer booted up. As the scene unfolded on the screen there came an exuberant, 'Oh yes. My favourite. The absolute best.' Valentina adjusted the volume and resumed her reclined position in the cavernous seat. With rhythm renewed, a forefinger busy against her clitoris, the blonde coaxed her body towards a violent, but oh-so-satisfying climax. Valentina came as she watched Wendy Taylor, a British porn star who, approaching middle age, somehow managed to exude an indefinable sexiness that belied her middle-class English suburban looks. In the scene Wendy had supposedly set her cap at her son, seducing him with lingerie and gutter talk. What set Valentina off was the part where Wendy, sitting astride the young man, facing the camera and so obviously enjoying the sensation of being split by a thick cock.. 'Squirt it you dirty old slut,' Valentina gasped as her insides clenched around the malleable dildo wedged tight in her cunt. 'Piss that stuff over him,' she squealed, eyes gleaming as she released the dildo so one hand could maul at her breasts while the other fingers rubbed at the nub of her clit. 'Your son,' she mewled, the warmth and delight cascading outwards from the hot core of her sex. The chair wobbled under the vehemence of Valentina's thrashing legs. She took a firm, two-handed hold of the rubber cock. The bliss as the sensations washed over her senses; oh it was sublime, the relief at finally coming. Valentina loved to wank; she adored this thick rubber dildo, her absolute favourite toy. Not too big to cause injury, especially since she really jammed it home, but designed with all the veins and bulging mushroom dome of a real cock – only this one didn't have all the male bullshit attached to it. Gasping for breath, with the rubber cock half hanging out of her body, gooey piss flaps clinging to the shaft, the idea came to Valentina. She had no son to seduce, she was only twenty-two, but she did have a father. Oh, Wendy, she thought. What an idea you've given me. The preparation and planning of her father's seduction gave the woman immense satisfaction. The build up to the moment was so exciting; the anticipation so intense, that Valentina longed to stretch out in her chair in the study with her best dildo and Wendy Taylor's porn. 'No,' she chastised herself. 'None of that until I've got him. No wanking, no strumming my clit. Nothing. Not until I've got Daddy's cock inside me.' She grinned, feline eyes sly. 'Or until I've got him in my mouth.' She nodded. 'When I'm sucking his cock I'll allow a bit of fingering. But until then ...' The idea was audacious, seducing one's father went way beyond the pale; the act was immoral, wicked, depraved ... Which is why it appealed to a woman like Valentina. She loved to shock, hence the lurid tribal tattoo, the rings piercing the hood of her clitoris, and now the idea to fuck her father. 'Incest,' she said to herself, savouring the sibilant sound on her tongue. 'Fuck me, Daddy,' Valentina practiced, watching her face reflected in a mirror. 'Stick that big cock into my tight little pussy.' She blinked her eyes and tilted her head, and then, affecting an exaggerated moue with those pouty lips, breathed: 'But don't hurt me with it. It might rip my little pussy right out.' A delighted laugh bubbled from her throat before she finally said, evilly: 'But fuck my wet cunt all the same.' Valentina had the desire but no plan. The potential for disaster was huge. Her father could explode at the suggestion, and then what – a relationship in tatters? And what about the inheritance? If it all went wrong would he cut her off? Valentina was Jonathon Baxter's only daughter; his sole surviving relative. The idea of seducing her father consumed Valentina. All other thoughts were set aside such was her concentration on this one thing. In her mind she conjured scene after scene, but found fault with each and every one. In the end she decided upon a bold approach, one in keeping with her personality. If she shocked her father into immobility, gave him no time to think, no opportunity to balk, hit him hard with her lewd demands, Valentina reasoned her plan might just work. She began to plot. On the day, first in the list of preparations was her hair. She had the already short, shaggy mop tidied and dyed her habitual platinum blonde. Next Valentina also opted for a pubic wax, leaving a tuft of fur, also platinum, at the apex of her slit. A manicure saw her nails shaped and then painted a deep red – the colour of sin, she thought. The shade would match the firebrand lipstick Valentina planned to wear. The outfit she chose was daring, consisting of shiny black boots with killer heels, which reached to a point just above the knees. A miniscule skirt so brief and tight over her buttocks she could feel a draught of air wafting around her bare pudenda when she walked. For effect and to break up the line of the skirt she draped a wide leather belt, black of course, loose as a gunslinger's in an old cowboy film, around her narrow waist. On top she managed to squash her not inconsiderable boobs into a zip-fronted vest affair, leaving a large swath of bare, bejewelled midriff on display. Dressed thus she smoked a nervous cigarette and swallowed a generous measure of red wine. Emboldened by the suffusing warmth of the alcohol Valentina then phoned her father. 'Hi, Dad,' she said when the familiar voice answered. 'I'm going to a club tonight and I've been let down for a lift. I wondered if you'd give me one.' Valentina's heart hammered in her chest; her knees trembled with a mix of sexual anticipation and fear. It wasn't too late to call it off. When her father arrived, and he'd be sure to give his daughter a lift, anything for Valentina, she could still abandon the plan. 'Why,' she responded to her father's question. 'Because I don't want to take a taxi dressed like this.' 'Bloody hell, Tina,' Jonathon spluttered when his daughter opened the door to her flat and he saw the daring ensemble. 'What sort of club is it you're planning on going to?' His eyes roved from Valentina's face down to the deadly heels of her boots. Valentina laughed, turning away from her father. 'Shut the door, Baxter,' she instructed, using the name Jonathon Baxter preferred. Exaggerating the sway of her hips as she walked along the wide hall towards the living room, Valentina hoped he was getting a good eyeful of her backside. Her fear and anxiety were somewhat displaced by Valentina's arousal. She felt her sex oiling with delicious anticipation. 'Have a drink, Daddy,' she said, lighting a cigarette before pouring wine into a second glass. Taking her drink Valentina moved to a large easy chair in the well-appointed, sumptuously furnished room. 'I thought you wanted a lift,' Jonathon responded, puzzled at the offer of wine; but took the glass and sat in a chair opposite his daughter. 'Later. If you don't mind?' The blonde drew on her cigarette to calm her nerves. She needed something to curb the trembling in her hands. Jonathon eyed his daughter again. 'You haven't answered my question,' he said. 'What sort of club is it?' 'A sort of ... fetish club,' Valentina replied. 'I didn't know you were ... uh ...' Jonathon shifted in the chair. He wasn't used to the feeling of being wrong-footed; he was the one usually in control. His vast fortune in the media industry hadn't been won by being timid. The stark reminder of his daughter's maturity hit hard. After a sip of wine to lubricate his dry throat, Jonathon continued. 'I didn't think that was your kind of scene, Tina.' 'There's a lot you don't know about me, Daddy.' She used the childish appellation deliberately. Crossing her legs Valentina smiled secretly when she saw her father's eyes follow the movement, and then swivelled her body to afford him an unobstructed three-quarter view of her crossed leg from boot-top to buttock. Jonathon found he was stuck for a reply. Valentina had always loved to shock, he could see the tattoo for himself; she'd always been the same, belligerent to the point of truculence, and it had only been his vast fortune that kept a younger Valentina from being expelled from school in years gone by. He wondered how much he didn't know about the young woman his daughter had become. She had the looks, Jonathon could easily acknowledge that, and she was well put together, but any thought beyond that were an area he'd never considered. His daughter's sexuality was a subject that caused him discomfort. Especially her overt sexiness in the black garb hugging her body now. Valentina crushed the cigarette into an ash-tray. She sipped her drink, allowing the silence to balloon. Finally she spoke. 'The club ...' she said, her voice deep and husky in response to the lust boiling between her legs. I want to rub my cunt. It itches and burns ... Oh, Daddy, lick my cunt. '... is a bit more than a fetish club.' She watched her father's reaction closely. So far the situation was retrievable, but soon, very soon, she'd have to cross the point of no return. How would he take it? 'I see,' Jonathon replied, visibly uncomfortable. 'Do you mind, Daddy?' Valentina asked in a whisper. 'I'm a grown woman now, but I'm still your daughter. Do you mind if I go to places like that?' 'Tina ... I ...' Jonathon exhaled a great lungful of air. His fingers combed through his iron-grey hair. Distinguished, Tina thought. He looks exactly as he should as a captain of industry. Trim and athletic at fifty, Valentina had always thought her father looked good in a suit – powerful and in control. But here he was in faded jeans and a button down blue shirt. Still sexy with a physique that befitted an off-duty fireman, yet in no way in control of the situation. A sudden jealousy surged through the man's veins. His daughter, in a place like that, with men leering and lusting over her ... even worse, doing things to her. The hand not holding the wine glass clenched into a fist. 'It does bother me,' Jonathon blurted, surprising himself at the outburst. Valentina saw the violence in her father's eyes. The passion in him aroused her. Desire for her own father made her reckless. She would press on and damn the consequences. 'What is it that bothers you?' she asked quietly. The mood subtly thickened between father and daughter. Both recognised the shift. 'Tell me,' Valentina insisted in a treacly voice. 'Is it the sex, Daddy? Is it because I have sex?' An image, disturbing in its vivid intensity hit Jonathon then. In his mind he saw his daughter, with those boots waving in the air as she lay on her back, legs wide in invitation as a man writhed and squirmed on top of her. He saw the red-painted nails gouge great welts in the man's back as he thrust relentlessly into the girl. Baxter heard his daughter's moans. How did I get here? Jonathon thought. How did the conversation begin? Seeing her father's eyes squeezed closed, Valentina continued. 'I like the sex,' she murmured. 'In the club I often have two or three men together ... And then there's the women,' she purred. 'No, Tina ... Don't ...' Why was she telling him this? Why was she dressed like that in front of him? 'I ... This isn't what a father wants to hear, Tina.' 'But it's what I do,' the girl continued. She stood up, slowly uncurling her limbs. 'More wine?' she asked, moving slowly towards her father as he sat in the chair and stared. An expression of confusion blanked Jonathon's face. 'But I have to drive,' he said, blinking up at his daughter. 'I'd rather talk to you.' Valentina took the nearly empty glass from the man's nerveless fingers. 'You're more interesting than being fucked by a room full of old men. Old men, Baxter thought, wondering just how old they were. He imagined a dimly lit room illuminated by single bare bulb, like a suicide hanging from the ceiling. In the centre of the room, under a weak cone of light from the low-wattage bulb, Valentina was slowly stripping off her clothes, teasing the shuffling, formless shapes lurking on the periphery of the circle of light. In his mind, with Valentina naked except for her boots, a series of pudding-bodied men, all of them grey haired or bald, advanced upon her, their erections jutting from pubic bushes the colour and texture of steel wool. The men's' faces all wore that slack-jawed, drooling expression of the dissolute for young, nubile flesh, and Baxter almost groaned in despair as the leering zombies reached for his daughter with greedy, grasping fingers. The first man touched the girl, grinning as she reached for the pathetic needle of his cock projecting from beneath the awning of his protuberant gut. 'Jesus,' Baxter hissed through grinding teeth. 'But if you don't want to talk about it ...' Valentina said, continuing the conversation as she held a full glass to her father. 'Oh, Tina,' Baxter sighed. 'I don't know what to say ...' The young woman sipped her drink. 'Baxter,' she said, standing in front her father with her bare midriff scant feet away from his face. 'I'm a grown woman. I have needs, physical desires.' She took a pace towards the man. 'I love the feeling of a man inside me. I love to feel a cock, that living pulsing thing as it stretches me open. I take lovers, Daddy; I need them.' She moved closer, inch by almost imperceptible inch, not exactly sure what she was saying, more just speaking quietly, a hypnotic lullaby to hold her father rapt while she moved ever closer. Soon, she thought, a great euphoric wave washing through her. Valentina felt the wild, irresponsible jubilation of a person who was about to gamble all. If the gamble paid off ... 'I win, she said to herself. 'I like to watch films, Daddy. Dirty films. Films where I can watch people fucking.' Her father gasped. He opened his mouth to speak, perhaps to utter a curt instruction for her to stop. Valentina stood so close to him now. If she leaned forward and reached out an arm ... 'Seeing big cocks fucking tight pussies, Daddy; it makes me so hot to watch I just have to touch myself.' The woman's voice was a mere whisper. Jonathon looked up at his daughter, not seeing the girl he knew, it was another woman standing there; his Valentina wouldn't use such language – not in front of her father. 'I want to touch myself now,' Valentina murmured. 'I want to finger myself ... Here.' 'Tina ...' Jonathon gurgled, shocked when his daughter calmly grabbed at the hem of the irresponsible skirt and, with a little difficulty at its tightness, bared her vulva. 'Here, Daddy,' she moaned, thrusting her hips forward aggressively. 'I want to touch myself right here.' A finger slid between the petals of her labia. 'It's so wet,' she sighed. 'You should lick me.' Valentina turned and Jonathon gasped at his daughter's perfect buttocks. 'Lick me here.' The girl bent at the waist, reaching back to splay the cheeks of her arse. Her labia gaped, sticky with lust. 'Go on, Daddy. Lick my cunt.' Jonathon, mouth gaping and eyes on stalks struggled to make sense of what his brain was telling him. 'No, Tina ... No,' he muttered through the confusion. 'Yes, Daddy, yes,' Valentina whispered as she turned to face him again. She unzipped the front of the vest. 'I want you to.' Seizing the moment, if she delayed her father might suddenly recover and push her aside. Valentina eased herself onto her father's lap. 'Kiss me,' she whimpered. The kiss broke him. At the very second he'd been about to stand up and order a halt to the disturbing ... disgusting ... scenario his daughter was engineering, she clambered into his lap and slid her tongue into his mouth. That writhing tongue sliding over his; the heat of her body pressing against him; those beautiful round breasts he'd glimpsed so briefly; her buttocks, so, so taut; and the tuft of bleached hair at the top of her plump cunt ... 'Tina,' Baxter groaned into his daughter's mouth. 'We shouldn't ...' She had him! Valentina knew, with that utterance, that she had him. He was hers, hers to play with. Her father, she was going to be fucked by her own father. 'We shouldn't,' she agreed, wriggling her sex against the erection she could feel in his jeans. 'But we're going to.' She kissed him again. 'We're going to fuck, aren't we? I'm going to suck your cock and you're going to lick my nasty cunt ...' A hiss from the man beneath her body: 'Yes.' Jonathon realised, dimly, somewhere in the back of his mind, in some tiny, lucid place, that his daughter was an adult with a life of her own – a sex life as well. She was bound to use her vocabulary to arouse a lover; this was normal, nothing unusual, for he too often used smutty talk with his occasional lovers, but to hear his daughter using that obscenity – and directing at him! Baxter was paradoxically enthused and appalled. Giving her father no time to assimilate exactly what was about to take place, before he could register the enormity of what they were doing together, Valentina left her father's lap and stood up. 'Up,' she commanded, crooking a finger at him. 'Stand up.' Still reeling from the kisses, a dazed Baxter complied. 'Kiss me again, Daddy,' the blonde said as she shed the unzipped vest. Baxter felt her fingers at his belt while his daughter's tongue slid into his mouth. The kiss went on and on until Valentina broke away, eyes shining, and with her father's erection in one fist. 'Big and hard,' the young woman murmured appreciatively. 'Sit back down,' she added, pushing Baxter's chest so he fell back into the chair. 'I'm so horny, Daddy,' Valentina moaned. The girl turned, facing away from the man crumpled untidily in the chair. She splayed her labia with her fingertips, and couldn't resist a quick rub at her clitoris. Valentina gasped. 'Legs straight,' she ordered before, uncaring about the damage the boot heels were about to inflict upon the furniture, she dug her heels into the chair and squatted over her father's body. She reached between her legs for Baxter's stiff cock. Holding it upright, Valentina rubbed the domed head against her sodden vulva. 'Just do it to me, Daddy,' she sighed. The couple gasped simultaneously as Baxter's length slid easily inside the girl's body. 'No, Tina ... no,' the man objected weakly, uselessly, for it was too late, his daughtert had taken the whole length in one effortless slide. Fabric rent beneath Valentina's shifting feet. She reached back, straight armed, palms down against the chair arms to support her own weight. Baxter, in a reflex action, wrapped his hands around his daughter's narrow waist. The skirt bunched under his palms as he looked up at the impossible sight of his daughter's bare back bridged above him. He moaned softly when Valentina then began to slide up and down on his cock. She was so tight, so wet, soft velvet clenching around his girth. Just Do It To Me, Daddy Again Baxter considered how he had come to this point. Even in the midst of the confusion in his whirling mind he realised that Valentina had seduced him, that she must have planned the whole thing. 'Valentina,' he murmured. 'My beautiful girl, what have you done to us?' Hearing her father's words, the girl replied: 'Fucking, Dad. That's what it is. Fucking.' She increased the tempo of her rhythmic hips as she slapped her taut buttocks against her father's abdomen. Baxter grimaced in response to the sensations in his cock. Despite the fact it was his own flesh and blood riding so vehemently he began to enjoy the thrilling glide up and down his shaft. 'Beautiful fucking,' Valentina gasped. 'I wanted you and I've got you.' 'My girl,' Baxter sighed. Valentina was close to a climax. She had her father deep inside her body in a forbidden conjunction. Incest, she thought. I'm fucking my dad ... Valentina desperately sought release, relief from the burning itch between her legs she needed scratching so much. She could feel the pressure building down there; her father's cock, the bulging head of it, rubbed her in just the right place. I'm going to come, she thought, thrilled. The feeling blossomed deliciously, rapidly building towards a crescendo. But, suddenly, Valentina felt an overwhelming urge to pee. 'Oh!' she cried as the pressure grew unbearable. She tried desperately to hold back the tide but the desire to come was too great. 'Oh, Dad ... I'm ...' Baxter sensed the woman's impending orgasm. Throwing reticence and resistance aside, he could deal with the emotional aftermath later. He needed to digest what was happening with Valentina; they had to discuss the sin and where they would go from here. Yet, for now, he just wanted to fuck the girl. He needed to jam his penis into her, wanted to turn her on her back and watch her face as he plundered her tight cunt with his cock. A terrible thought flashed into his mind while his daughter writhed and moaned above him: I'll punish you by tearing your cunt apart. You wanted me to do this to you? Well, I'll give it to you. And then he heard a long, drawn out squeal. Valentina was coming. He heard, 'Oh, Dad I'm ...' followed by an odd squirting sound. Baxter then felt Valentina's body purge itself of the invading length of gristle; she actually pushed him out. At the same time wetness splashed against his thighs. Just as a trembling, writhing, moaning Valentina collapsed heavily against him. 'I'm coming ... I'm coming ... Oh, I'm ... Fucking ... Coming ...' Valentina pushed a hand between her shivering thighs. 'I'm so wet!' It isn't piss, the blonde thought. I've squirted. Just like Wendy Taylor! Valentina wriggled to turn her face to her father's. 'I've pissed cum,' she informed him, her eyes blazing. 'You made me squirt.' 'Turn around,' Baxter growled, shoving his daughter roughly. 'Get off me, turn around; I want you to face me this time. Get back on this cock.' He waggled his smeared erection at the girl while Valentina, awkwardly in her boots, scrambled to her feet. 'Suck my tits,' the young woman groaned as, kneeling astride him, she took her father inside her body yet again. Baxter slobbered and licked at the girl's flesh while gripping her buttocks in both hands and forcing her onto his cock harder and deeper. It felt so good to be inside her again, but the viscous ejaculate sliding from her body, and which coated his dick, meant there was reduced friction; Baxter couldn't fully appreciate the coupling. Valentina gave a squeak of surprise when, in testimony to his physical strength despite advancing years, her father, albeit with some awkwardness due to the depth of the chair, managed to haul himself to his feet keeping impaled on his cock. 'Oh, Daddy,' she breathed, clinging to his neck like a monkey. 'Oh, Daddy! She repeated more enthusiastically as her father eased her onto her back, with his cock still wedged inside her, onto the sofa. 'Oh, Daddy ...' This third time was a sigh of delight when her father, after withdrawing his length from her, moved down her body and pressed his mouth to her sex. A pierced clit, Baxter noticed. And platinum blonde fluff. He then split his daughter's gooey labia with his tongue and slurped at the ooze sliding from her body. Baxter tongued and licked and fingered his daughter to another climax. With the girl still thrashing beneath him he moved back along her torso and eased his cock into her again. 'Just do it to me, Daddy,' Valentina sighed. Grimacing, his face twisted with the sublime agony of his inevitable climax, Baxter forced his daughter's booted legs wide apart. He shifted her body so her cunt gaped wide and defenceless as, after he'd withdrawn from her, he stared into her eyes and slowly nudged the head of his cock against her opening. 'You want me to do it, Tina?' he growled. 'Is that it? You want your own father to fuck you?' The girl's face stared up at him. She looks scared, Baxter noticed. 'You did this, Tina. You made me do this.' 'Yes, Daddy,' the blonde, vulnerable to the tumescence that threatened her, whimpered. 'So now I'm going to punish you.' Another whimper, but Baxter saw the delight in his daughter's eyes. 'Just do it to me, Daddy ...' Valentina sighed as her father pushed. He managed to encourage a third orgasm from his daughter as he pounded savagely at her sex. Baxter used every trick he knew to delve into the girl deeper and harder and faster. Each groan from her encouraged him; every gulp, every gasp, every obscenity Valentina spat urged the man on. Eventually, after his daughter had succumbed to her climax, Baxter let loose a great bellow. His body tensed, his eyes bulged and muscles constricted, veins pulsed and throbbed. He shouted again as the stuff poured out of him and filled his daughter to overflowing. Spurt after spurt of hot semen squirted into the girl while her father groaned and grimaced and mauled her body. Finally, with a long sigh, Baxter rolled away from the supine, wide-legged woman. She lay, immobile, spunk dribbling from the scarlet slit to slide along the cleft of her buttocks. Another piece of furniture ruined. Valentina scooped a dollop of gloop from between her legs with a finger. Baxter watched, open mouthed as the girl popped the digit into her mouth. 'I want to drink you spunk next time,' she purred. 'Next time?' Baxter said, still panting from the exertion. 'What next time?' 'We're going to do it again, Baxter. Be sure of that.' Valentina smirked at her father. 'Oh no ... No, there isn't.' 'Then I'll just get dressed now and go to the club.' She paused. 'Or maybe I'll just find a bar and let everyone in there fuck me. I don't care how many of them spunk inside me. I've got your cum, that's all I wanted. But, if you're going to play hard to get ...' She shrugged. 'I'll go and get gang-banged. Would you like that? Your daughter being used like that?' Jealousy bubbled, hot and corrosive, Baxter could taste it like bile in his throat. 'No, Tina ... Don't do that.' Valentina smirked. She knew she'd won.