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Dress Code

By: biskit7801



This story is of course fiction and none of the characters are real but like any good story there is some truth within each layer of the life of each character. I would like to introduce you to the all-American Duluth family, Ed 44, Maggie 38, Amy 20 and her brother Teddy 18. 

I would like to thank Chantel for her guidance and criticism on my first submission. 

"Daddy, you've got to stop or I'm going to have an accident!" I laughed without shame as my father held me down on his lap and diddled my pussy. He had two fingers up my cunt and he was driving me crazy. But I had a problem, a big one. I had to go to the bathroom. I was so mad at myself but I couldn't help it if I had to pee. If we had been inside it might not have been such a big deal but we were out in the back yard and the bathroom was so far away. If I left now it would definitely ruin the mood. Twice now I'd told him about my predicament but he either didn't believe me or didn't care because he wasn't letting me up. "I'm serious daddy, I really have to go!" I warned him as I unsuccessfully tired to control my own laughter. He was laughing just as hard as I was as he ran his long finger in and out of my pussy, trying to get me off for the third time this morning. I know I should have just gotten up but whenever anyone, especially my father, plays with my cunt I go brain dead and my pussy takes over. It wants what it wants and it wanted to cum one more time.

"Come on honey, one more time. Let daddy help you have one more orgasm." My father said as he worked his magic on my pussy. He had his thumb on my clitty and maybe two fingers inside of me and didn't seem to be worried at all that I had to go to the bathroom. "If you weren't such a bad little girl daddy wouldn't have to punish you so often," He laughed merrily at my discomfort.

I'm 20 and I am a bad little girl, daddy's bad little girl. I kind of like thinking of myself as his slut. This little morning game we were playing started years ago. Daddy insisted on checking out what I was wearing to class each morning and when he discovered I wasn't wearing panties to class….well one thing led to another and I ended up loosing or maybe I should best describe it as letting him take my virginity. Making love with my father was something I had been fantasizing about for months and when the opportunity came I had willing gone along with my father's seduction. I knew what we were doing was called incest and was probably wrong for most families but not ours. My mother was very much a part of my indoctrination into family sex and was thrilled to death when she found my father and me naked in the living room about to have sex. She was right there helping me as daddy struggled to get his big hard cock up my tight little pussy. Since that day my family, including my younger brother Teddy, has been blissfully fucking whenever we could! 

This morning, like so many other mornings in the past started out the same way as that first day. I had dutifully gone to my father and asked him if the outfit I was wearing was ok and did he approve. "I hope I look ok daddy," I said as I stood innocently before him. I was wearing a pretty short summer dress and of course I wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Why would I?

Daddy looked me over and then calmly told me to lift my dress. My body shook uncontrollably with excitement as I slowly lifted the hem of my dress up and exposed myself to him. My pussy was dripping with desire as daddy's eyes feasted on my naked cunt. Daddy pretended to be very disappointed in me as he reached out and ran his fingers between my little wet pussy lips. "I see my little girl has forgotten something again," He said as he easily pushed one thick finger up my cunt and fucked me as I stood in front of him. He methodically worked his finger in and out of me as he admonished me for being so slutty. "Do you want people to think you're a nasty little whore?" He asked me as I sank down on his fingers and brought myself off. "Only bad little girls go around without panties. You shouldn't be showing off your cute ass and your hot little pussy to everyone," He said as he continued fingering me. Sometimes we only had time for a few minutes of play but today we had been at it for over a half hour and I was dying to cum again. I hadn't planned on leaving until I got my father to fuck me at least once but now my silly bladder decided it was full. I loved getting off this way each morning and no matter what people might say about incest, I thought it was awesome. A few of my girl friends knew that daddy fucked me and were very jealous. Besides, a little finger fucking and hot sex with my father always put a smile on my face. 

"Stop daddy!" I shrieked with delight, holding in my laughter as best I could as my handsome father continued to finger fucked me. "I told you I have to pee!" He made me laugh even harder when he changed tactics and attacked my ribs. "I really do daddy, honest. I have to pee!" I said, trying to sound as serious as I could. I desperately tried to get up off of his lap before I wet myself but he held me tight. I was clenching my bladder as tight as I could but I wasn't sure I could hold it even if he let me up right then. The combination of his finger inside my pussy and my own laughter was making my situation impossible.

Daddy threw his head back and laughed. "I heard you honey," He said as he eased his finger from inside my juicy cunt and ran it over my hard clit. "And your old dad thinks that sounds kind of sexy," He said and gave me one of his wickedly father smiles. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he continued to excite my pussy and clitty. 

"Sexy? Really?" I was intrigued but misunderstood his meaning. "You want to watch me pee daddy?" I thought that was pretty kinky.

Dad gave me a mischievous smile and said, "Well…. I'd like to do more than just watch honey," He said cryptically as he continued fingering me.

I gave him a sly smile as I thought about what he was suggesting. "I'm not sure what you're asking daddy," I innocently told him as I not so innocently ground my pussy onto his finger. If he was suggesting what I thought he was, I wanted to hear him say it aloud. He and I had done lots of kinky things together over the years but he had never suggested anything like this before. The idea both intrigued and excited me. 

"Well, as long as you have to go….and you're sitting right here on my lap and no one can see you…why bother running all the way back to the house?" Daddy asked and gave me a devilish grin. 

I gave him a crooked little smile and silently thought about it. This could be fun I thought. It wasn't like I was turned off by the idea; it was just that he caught me by surprise. I've always been open for new and sexy games with him. I looked nervously around even though I knew our backyard was very private. A large hedge hid our yard on one side and the privacy fence kept any one from spying on us from the other side, so why not? Who would know? I decided to go along with him. My summer sundress was already bunched up around my waist and my pussy rested directly over his crotch. I didn't even need to move to do what he was suggesting. The head of his cock had worked itself up several inches past his suit and the idea of peeing on him really made me hot. I saw a clear bubble of cum ooze from his pee slit and I reached down and ran my finger through it and seductively brought to my lips and sucked it off. I wondered what cum and pee mixed together would taste like. "If I do what your suggesting daddy, it will go all over your…big thing." I told him, child like. I reached down between us and playfully rubbed the head of his shinny cock with my thumb. It made me smile to see how excited he got when I did that. 

Daddy's breathing grew shallower as I played with his cock. It became short and labored and it sounded as if he was venting the passion built up in his cock out through his lungs. "My thing?" He snorted as he thumbed my clit. "I thought I'd taught my little girl to call it my cock?" His passionate voice soothed me as his finger teased my clit. "Have you forgotten what I asked you to call it young lady?" He asked softly. His hand left my pussy and traveled up over my stomach and stopped at my breasts. Daddy surrounded each one and massaging their fullness through the thin material of my disheveled dress. "My baby has such nice boobs," He told me as he made love to them with his hands. 

I heard myself suck in my breath as he found my excited nipples and rolled them between his fingers, getting them to jump out and beg for more attention. I of course wasn't wearing a bra and the thin material of my dress scarcely protected them from his tormenting fingers. "I'm glad you like them daddy," I mewed with obvious pleasure at the attention he was giving them. "And I didn't forget what to call it daddy. It's your cock. Your big hard cock," I laughed softly. I was having fun pretending to be his little girl. "I was just teasing you daddy," I told him as I momentarily forgot that I had to pee. I slipped my hand down between us and wrapped it around his shaft and expertly jacked him off through his swimsuit. "I never forgotten anything about daddy's cock," I laughed softly and pressed my tits into his big hands. My head swayed back and forth and my long honey brown hair sweep across his face. I drew my head back and kissed him, letting my tongue quickly flick across his lips before I pulled away. Daddy abandoned my nipples and cupped my breasts again, mashing them against the palms of his hands. My body shook with excitement. I let go of his cock and held his hands to my tits and told him, "Daddy you know how much that turns me on but I still have to pee!" If he really wanted me to do what he suggested then it was going to have to happen….now! If I didn't get up immediately and go to the bathroom, I was going to pee all over him.

The wild and hungry look on my father's face told me all I needed to know. "I want that baby. I want you to go ahead and just pee all over me. I want to feel your hot piss all over my cock." His eyes locked onto mine and challenged me to be his nasty little girl. "Come on baby, you can do it. Pee all over your father's cock," He said as he brought his lips to mine and kissed me tenderly. 

Hearing the passion in his voice excited me to do what he asked. I was going to do it and make him happy. He wanted me to do something nasty and I wanted to show him I would do anything he asked. "Daddy you're so terrible but I love you so much for letting me be naughty." I knew people did stuff like this but it was all so new to me. I wasn't exactly sure what I was supposed to do first so I just leaned back against his knees and spread my legs further apart. I knew I wouldn't have to concentrate very long or hard to get my bladder to cooperate. 

"I love you too baby," my father said as he spread my cunt lips and ran his finger through them, hoping that that might help me start to pee all the quicker. He slowly ran his finger over my little button and drove me crazy. "Go ahead honey, pee on daddy. You'll love it too once you see how hot it is," He urged me. And then he used my little trigger word. "Beside, only a little slut would do this for her father." 

That got me; I was over the edge now. Any time he really wanted to get fire my pussy up, all he had to do was call me his slut. I giggled foolishly as I thought about what I was about to do. "Ok daddy, you did it now," I told him. "Get ready; your slutty little daughter is going to pee all over you!" I closed my eyes and concentrated and within seconds my bladder opened up with the force of a fire hose and sprayed all over him. I couldn't believe it; I was peeing on my father. I looked down and watched a dazzling stream of day-glow yellow piss hit the front of his shorts. "Oh!" I said amazed and excited about what I was seeing. I was only able to control the first couple of squirts before my bladder opened completely and it went everywhere. My long hard stream of warm pee shot out of me and soaked the two of us. The hot, pungent piss splashed back against my inner thighs as well as daddy's crotch. It was a fabulous feeling, one I'll never forget. I felt so dirty and naughty and horny all at the same time. "I'm doing it daddy. I'm peeing on you!" I shouted as I did my best to aim my stream right at the head of his cock. For several seconds my urine shot out and covered it. His light blue trunks turned dark wherever my pee hit it and soon it was totally soaked. It was amazing to watch my hot torrent of piss hit the head of his cock and then run down through his thick pubic hair before disappeared between his legs. What a turn on!

The grin on daddy's face told me everything I needed to know. He loved it. I was peeing on him and it was driving him crazy. My warm piss continued to wash over his exposed cock with such force and it soaked both of us. I was wet from my stomach to my knees with my own pee. His shorts were soaked and the outline of his cock protruded prominently against the wet material. "Wonderful baby. I love it!" He told me as he frantically worked his suit down far enough so that the rest of his cock was exposed to my hosing. His prick stood tall as a soldier in the rain as I showered him. I could only hope that as soon as I was finished peeing, he would shove his hard cock up my cunt and give me the fucking I desperately needed. "All over it, pee all over my cock baby, pee all over daddy's cock," He urged me. 

It was difficult to see where all of my pee was landing but I knew most of it was falling right where he wanted it, all over his cock and balls. I was having a ball and I could see us doing this again, maybe him peeing on me next time. I could definitely get into doing that. I didn't think I was every going to stop urinating but sadly I finally did. I watched the last of it slowly dribble from between my lips and fall onto the head of his cock. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen or done. "Oh daddy, that was so hot," I told him as I used my finger to catch the few drops of pee that clung to my pussy lips and then rubbed it over the head of his cock. The warm tangy aroma of urine reached my nose and filled my pussy with desire, a desire to fuck my father and fuck him hard.

"It is hot isn't it baby!" Daddy said as pushed his butt off the chair and shoved his suit down over his hips. His hard cock, free from the confines of his wet suit, waved hard and intimidating in the warm morning sunshine. Small droplets of pee clung to his foreskin. "Daddy loved having his little Amy pee all over him," He told me as he held his stiff bone upright and pulled me down to it. My wet and juicy cunt lips enveloped him like a sandwich. He pushed his cock back and forth through my wet lips and drove my clit crazy. "Daddy wants his cock inside of you honey," He said as he worked the mushroom head towards my waiting hole. My cunt lips parted and daddy worked his slick dick past them. "Fuck me little girl. Fuck daddy while we both smell of your pee." 

I guided his cock past my lips and into my cunt. He easily slid deep up into me and filled me. He let me control how far and how fast we fucked. It took but a few strokes of his engorged cock up my hot cunt to get me moaning and begging for all of him. "Fuck me daddy, fuck me with that wonderful cock!" I let my body go and took all of him in me and I rode him with my eyes closed. I was in my own little world as I rode my father's cock towards my own climax. 

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A small smile formed across Maggie Duluth's face as she looked out her kitchen window. She couldn't quite make out what her husband and daughter were doing but from the way Amy's dress was bunched up around her waist and the way she was sitting she figured her daughter was probably fucking her father. Good for them she thought. It made her cunt drip with excitement knowing the two of them were screwing. She knew they had a very special routine that played itself out most morning. Since that first day years ago, Ed would wait until Amy came to him to get approval for what she was wearing. It didn't matter what she had on they always ended up fucking and Maggie never tired of watching her husband fuck their daughter. Amy had innocently confided to her that she loved walking around campus with her father's cum oozing out of her pussy. Maggie could hardly blame her. As a young girl her own father had often left her in the same condition. 

I reluctantly tore my eyes from the window and turned my attention to my son Teddy. "Make sure you say goodbye to your father before you leave today," I told my 18-year-old son. "He likes it when you do," I casually said over my shoulder. The silk robe I had thrown on earlier was pulled well up above my waist; exposing my naked ass. Teddy was also naked; his shorts lay tangled around one foot. He held me by the waist and fucked me from behind.

"I will mom, just as soon as we finish," He panted heavily as he continued to fuck me. Teddy pressed his clean-shaven youthful face to my chestnut brown hair and inhaled deeply. To Teddy, my hairs scent was an intoxicating perfume. I knew he could pick up hints of sweat, cigarettes, booze and an ever-present suggestion of my tangy sexual secretions. He often told me how he could close his eyes and see my naked body through just by smelling me. A small satisfied smile came over my face when he cupped my breasts. My full 36D breasts sagged a little but he told me they made him hard just thinking about them. I slowly moved my ass back against him as he fucked me. I loved it when he told me how much he loved my ass. It was full and round, not like girls his age but that of a mature woman. I guess that's why he often fucked me from behind. Teddy worked his cock easily between my hot ass cheeks, slowly filling my cunt with cock and I knew he would soon be filling me with his cum. Teddy made me feel so good about myself when he made such a big deal about how lucky he was to know my body so intimately. That's why these mornings together were so special. I'm just sorry they didn't happen more often. 

"Please do honey," I panted. I arched my back and reached around and wrapped an arm around my son's naked body, pulling him tighter into me. My long hair momentarily covered his face as I whipped my head about as small orgasms shook my body. My gown fell away; my excited breasts hung free, the nipples excited to a tight firmness. I loved my son and even more, I loved how he fucked me. Ever since that first day when he had discovered his sister fucking his father, the two of us had formed a special bond. It had taken a few days for Teddy to get use to the idea that his sister was actually being allowed to fuck her father but when I let him know that he and I could now have sex together, all his jealousy vanished. I let him know that my body was his to use and explore and from the very first our lovemaking had been wild and passionate. I was overjoyed to discover that he enjoyed sex as rough and raw as I did. Ed and my dream of involving the children in incest had finally become a reality. 

"Harder honey," I urged my son. I loved the way he used my body and my cunt and how he fucked me with such abandon. Teddy was young and strong and he was always horny, it amazed me how he could cum and then would be hard again within such a short time. Sometimes he would jack off on my face and then fuck me even before his cum had dried. This morning my body ached for him, despite having worked last night and being very tired, I still wanted him. I worked from 9:00 p.m. until 4:00 a.m. but I was never too tired for my son's cock. I normally got home after Teddy left for class so this morning was a bonus for both of us.

Teddy had been excited to find me standing in the kitchen and I let him surprise me as I stood watching his sister and father in the backyard. I was leaning over the sink and he had just naturally walked up behind me and pulled up my gown and started to roughly finger my pussy from behind. "Hi sexy," He greeted me with a kiss on my bare neck. "I love it when you get home early mom," He said as he quickly worked his middle finger up my already wet snatch. He knew I wouldn't resist when he wedged his hard cock between my cheeks and pressed it against my asshole. That always made me hot for him. 


Dress Code



My wife Kim was changed the way she dresses lately. She used to dress very conservatively, long skirts, pants and high collar blouses. But over the past few months she has loosened up considerably. I guess you could say she has loosened up a lot. Since the night at the grocery store, where she showed herself off to a very helpful deli counter worker, she has discovered that she likes to dress sexy. Short skirts; low cut tops and, on occasion, no underwear. With the exception of one time with some friends of ours, Kim's new outlook on how much she shows has been confined to strangers or for me at home. 

The other day she was getting ready for work. She had laid out her new white skirt and matching white blouse. The skirt was pretty short. Not ridiculously short, about six inches above the knee. She bought it intending to tease me when we went out. The blouse on the other hand, was very shear. It was white silk, through which her bra would show very clearly. I raised my eyebrows and asked her if that was for later on tonight.

"We have a new dress code at work; we can wear sleeveless shirts, shorts and no more pantyhose," she delivered that last part as if she were delivering a suffrage speech.

"I thought that since it is going to be rather hot today, I would dress for comfort," she told me, with a slight smile on her face. Kim always dresses very business-like at work, and this ensemble did not meet that description. She walked by me naked and grabbed a bra and panties from her dresser. Her panties were white lace and very tiny, the back almost being a thong. Her bra was one of those half-cup types designed to lift and allow the top half of the breasts to show. I watched as she slowly slid the panties up her smooth thighs. I noticed that she had shaved extra close this morning, leaving just a thin strip of auburn hair between her thighs. She fastened her bra and the effect was breathtaking. Kim's breasts are on the smallish side, but very firm and beautiful. The bra pushed them up, as if they were sitting on a shelf. Her nipples were just barely hidden from view.

She pulled on her silk shirt and buttoned it up. The material was shear enough that you could make out the pink skin of her blushing breasts. Many women wore shirts that showed off their bras, but usually not to this extent. Kim pulled her skirt up her long legs and did a little twirl for me. The hem flew up exposing about halfway up her bare thighs.

"Someone special at work?" I asked half teasingly. I was starting to get worried. Who was she dressing for?

"No. I told you, it is supposed to be hot today and I want to be comfortable. I know that my skirt is a little short, but with the dress code loosed up, I figured this would be acceptable attire. I doubt I will have any 'accidents'."

An 'accident' was Kim's code word for exposing herself to either me or someone else. Usually it was just to me, but on some rare occasions such as the night at the supermarket or at Wendy and Tim's house, some lucky guy was the beneficiary. She liked it when it seemed unintentional. She could play along like it was an accident and therefore maintain her innocent image. 

"What kind of 'accidents' do you think could happen?" 

"Oh I don't know," she giggled. "Maybe if I bend over like this," she bent at the waist facing me. This caused her shirt to gape open in the front and I could see the top half of her breasts bulging out of her bra. Her nipples were just barely hidden from view by the bra. 

"Or this," she bend over facing away from me. Her skirt pulled up in the back, revealing just a glimpse of her ass cheeks. Her panties had all but disappeared between her smooth cheeks.

"Well, unless you are going for a promotion, I would keep the bending over to a minimum."

She looked me in the eye, "Sometimes I drop a pencil on the floor...what's a girl to do?"

With that she put on her white sandals and gave a kiss on the cheek and bounced out the door. The white virginal look was not lost on me, as her hemline taunted me the whole way out to the car. Getting in, she flipped her skirt up allowing her almost bare ass direct contact with the leather seat. She was in rare form. 

Twenty minutes later, I found an email awaiting me at work. It was Kim. 

From: Kim

Sent: Monday, March 06, 2006 8:35 AM

To: Mark

Subject: A short skirt opens doors

I forgot my ID badge at home. I thought I was going to have to go home to get it, but after five minutes of bending way over and looking in my briefcase, the nice guard at the front desk let me in. If I didn't know better, I'd think that he had been trying to look up my skirt. It is pretty short. With such tiny panties it might look to him like I wasn't wearing panties at all. I'm not sure if he saw anything, although he did have a big smile on his face when I went in.

I stared at the message for at least five minutes. When Kim bent over for me this morning, she bent at the waist about half way and I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks. I wondered if she had put her briefcase on the ground and bent all the way over. If she had done that, he would have seen at least half of her ass. Her panties were indeed tiny. I'm sure, even with a little walking, would have been pulled up tightly between her lovely cheeks. I could picture the guard standing there watching her walk away, wondering if she was wearing any panties at all. I thought about calling her, but I got sidetracked with some things at work.

An hour later, I still couldn't get Kim's email out of my mind. Had she really bent over and let the guard look up her skirt? She had never done anything like that without me being there before. I was going to call her when I got another email from her.

From: Kim

Sent: Monday, March 06, 2006 9:45 AM

To: Mark

Subject: You should have told me about my shirt

Was sitting in the break room talking to the new guy from the mailroom. He didn't seem to want to go back to work. He seemed very preoccupied when I was talking to him and never really looked me in the eye. I am going to have to watch this new bra. I noticed it had slipped down a little, while I was talking. I wonder if he could see my nipple through my blouse? I know I could. They must have the a/c turned way up because my nipples were so hard they were about to poke through my shirt. Shame on you for not telling me my shirt was so see-through? Well, accidents do happen.

I couldn't tell if she had actually let this guy see her nipple, or was she just teasing me? I stared at my screen for a full ten minutes visualizing Kim sitting there with her nipple peeking out at the mailroom guy. Her shirt was very transparent and if her bra had indeed shifted, it would have been very easy to see her erect nipple. 

I wanted to call or email her and find out if this was all just a tease or if she was indeed treating her coworkers to glimpses of her body. I was afraid if I contacted her, she would stop. And I wanted to see how this played out. I didn't have to wait long.

From: Kim

Sent: Monday, March 06, 2006 10:38 AM

To: Mark

Subject: This is fun

I just had to sit through a presentation from a salesman. To tell you the truth, I'm not really sure what he was selling. He was cute though. About ten seconds into his sales pitch, I wanted to see if I could fluster this guy since he was a real smooth talker. I was seated across from him, so I very slowly let my legs part a little. I know it sounds bad, but I really wasn't showing anything. Well, not at first. I could tell he noticed, but he maintained his composure. Now it was a challenge. My legs verses his poise. He continued with his presentation and I let my legs part a little more. Now he could see a good bit of my thighs. He did pause for a moment, but to his credit, he plodded ahead with his sales pitch. Another few inches of exposed thigh and nothing. I spread my thighs apart a little and I detected a little sweat forming on his brow. I almost had him, but I would have to up the ante. I leaned back and stretched my legs out. Remember how short my skirt is? It is amazing what the sight of a few inches of lace panties will do to a man. He stopped dead. That did it. Mr. Smooth tripped up and I had won. He just sat there and stared at my exposed thighs and panties for almost a full minute. I didn't think that I was going to be able to do it, but I just sat there and let him stare. He must have finally realized that he was staring, because he jumped right back into his sales pitch but it was not as polished as he had been. After he finished I stood up and showed him the door. God, this is fun. I hope you are not mad that I am playing without you. I figured that you would enjoy hearing about my little "accidents".

Mad. How could I be mad? My wife was flashing her panties at strange salesmen and her nipples at the boys from the mailroom. My erection betrayed my excitement. She would be in for a good time when she got home tonight. 

From: Kim

Sent: Monday, March 06, 2006 11:09 AM

To: Mark

Subject: Damn drafty meeting rooms

Wireless email is the bomb. I am in the middle of a development meeting with 12 other people and I have a little problem. The problem is with my panties. They are in my desk drawer on the other side of the building. You see, after that thing with the salesman, I felt very wet 'down there' for some reason. So I figured I would take them off in my office and let them and me dry out a little. So I slipped them off very discretely and hid them in my top desk drawer. I forgot about the development meeting at 11. No one will notice.

No panties. Her skirt is pretty short. I was pretty sure that she was teasing me now. She wouldn't go into a meeting not wearing underwear. But, her style of dress has changed lately. Maybe she is becoming more comfortable with her body and showing it. Still she wouldn't wear a mini skirt with no panties to work. Would she?

From: Kim

Sent: Monday, March 06, 2006 11:22 AM

To: Mark

Subject: Just an accident

Man, this skirt is shorter than I thought. I have to be more careful. We had to pair off and brainstorm new rollout ideas. I got paired with Alan; he is from another division on the west coast. I was seated in a chair facing him, when He started stuttering and pausing when he was talking. I finally looked up and saw that he was staring at my legs. I must not have been paying attention to how I was sitting, because I had let my knees fall apart a little. Well, maybe more than a little. I'm pretty sure he saw a good way up my skirt. I'm not sure but I think he could tell I was not wearing panties. Is that bad? I mean it was an "accident".

An 'accident'? It certainly sounded like Kim did when she was playing at flashing. Could she be really doing it? Had she just let some guy see her pussy? I started to send her a reply when another email came.

From: Kim

Sent: Monday, March 06, 2006 11:30 AM

To: Mark

Subject: Leather sure gets sticky in the summer

We are back at the conference table now. Most of the other people left, so all that is left is just me, Nancy who is one of the secretaries and Alan. I think he did see something he wasn't supposed to, because he keeps staring at me. This skirt sure is short. It keeps riding up when I sit down. The problem I've got right now is that it is bunched up around my waist, and my bare bottom keeps sticking to the leather chair. Neither of them can see anything but I can't just reach back and pull it down. They would notice. So I'm stuck until the meeting adjourns. 

It was a long twelve minutes until her next email.

From: Kim

Sent: Monday, March 06, 2006 11:42 AM

To: Mark

Subject: Something new

I've never done that before. I just had an orgasm while sitting just three feet away from Alan and Nancy. I was sitting there with my bare bottom against the leather and I started to get excited. Well, more excited than I already was. Before I knew what was happening, my finger was sliding between thighs. I don't know what came over me. Very slowly and quietly I began stroking myself. And boy did I come quickly. It wasn't easy to cover it up, because it was a doosy. But I'm pretty sure it is my little secret (well, our secret). Just as I came, they got up and left for another meeting, so I am sitting here typing with my bare bottom against the chair (which is soaked by the way) and my finger still very wet. I'll let you smell my keyboard later for proof.

I was stunned. She just got herself off in front of two co-workers. My fingers flew across the keyboard of my computer.

From: Mark

Sent: Monday, March 06, 2006 11:51 AM

To: Kim

Subject: New found hobby

I see you have found a new hobby. I didn't know that you were such a natural tease.

From: Kim

Sent: Monday, March 06, 2006 11:59 AM

To: Mark

Subject: Hobby

A girl's got to have hobbies. I hope you don't mind. It is only fun if I can tell you about it. I am headed back to my office now. I will let you know if anything good happens. 

I sat at my desk through lunch. I could have gone to eat and read her message when I got back, but I couldn't wait. Twenty long minutes crept by.

From: Kim

Sent: Monday, March 06, 2006 12:23 PM

To: Mark

Subject: Breezy Office

Right now I am sitting in my office. That would not be unusual, except for the fact that my panties and skirt are laying on the floor under my desk. Gotta go.

I was hooked. I sat in front of my computer for the next half hour waiting for Kim's next email. I was not getting much work done today, not that I was complaining. After thirty-five long minutes I saw the subject line of her next email. "I now have a friend." My mind raced. 

From: Kim

Sent: Monday, March 06, 2006 12:58 PM

To: Mark

Subject: I now have a friend

I forgot I had a meeting with Tina in my office at 12:30. You remember her from the Christmas party, the one with the big boobs and ridiculously low neckline. She is a real wild girl. She walked in right as I was emailing you. I guess you already figured out that I was still not wearing my skirt and panties. I have to be more careful. Well, maybe not. She sat in the seat next to my desk for a full 5 minutes before she noticed that I was naked from the waist down.

At first she wanted to know what was going on, so I reluctantly had to tell her about our little game. After a few minutes of explanation and (because she insisted) showing her my emails, she laughed. But then she said that it sounded like fun. You want to know what she did next? Of course you do. And then, just like that, she hiked her skirt up and slid her panties down her legs and dropped them in her purse. 

For the record, because I know you are dieing to know ... blond, a racing stripe, and very cute. 

But, there is only one problem. When she left, she reached under my desk and took my panties with her. It happened so fast that I didn't have time to grab them. She just took them with her, saying "See you later." Now I am stuck pantiless for the rest of the day. I know you hate that.

I remember Tina and her mile of cleavage. She was indeed a wild child. But I had no idea she was that wild. I was imagining Kim and Tina sitting there, no panties, looking at each other. And what was that crack about Tina's racing stripe being "very cute". I my head I was watching a very inappropriate scene, involving two girls and no panties, when another email popped up. It was not from Kim.

From: Tina

Sent: Monday, March 06, 2006 1:30 PM

To: Mark

Subject: The Pantiless Sisterhood

Hi, it's Kim. I am emailing you from Tina's blackberry, we are at the food court in the mall. I have to tell you, she is a very bad influence on me. She is calling us the Pantiless Sisterhood. She said that there is nothing she could do to stop a certain someone from being there also to enjoy the sights. There is a table about twenty feet from us that is presently vacant. So if you were to show up secretly, I am sure the show would be worth it. But if someone else gets there first, I guess it will be their lucky day. I hope you haven't eaten already.

I couldn't believe what I was reading. But you can be sure I was in my car in less than three minutes. I still wasn't completely sure that she wasn't just teasing me. But I was about to find out.



Dress Code



It had been an exceedingly annoying day at the agency. As soon as I got home I broke out the free weights and worked off some of my frustrations in my combination office/den next to my bedroom, then got to work on a property we'd taken as a new listing. 

I was just about done when I heard the front door open. I figured out it was my stepdaughter, and I was right. It was spring break at the college, and she'd picked up some extra hours at the restaurant during the school hiatus. As she walked by my office doorway, I called out, "Hey, Randi. How was your day?"

"Ugh," she said as she stopped. She was wearing the standard Hooter's uniform, white shirt, orange running shorts. She looked a little frazzled. "It was busy tonight, and I was on the run the whole time. I am so tired. I'm going to take a shower and clean up." She paused. "Daddy." She walked away, toward her room.

Daddy, not Hugh. I knew what that meant after two years of her living with me. I worked to finish off the paperwork, because it was clear we were going to have to have a little session about her attitude. I heard the shower go on, and after a reasonable time go off, then heard her go into her room.

She came out and headed to my office, stopping in the doorway. I was once again struck by her presence. Here she was, a college junior majoring in engineering and carrying a GPA topping 3.75, but certainly didn't look the part, a little 5-foot-1 statuesque beauty, her red hair still damp from the shower. She leaned forward, elbows on the doorframe, wearing a cut-off t-shirt that said I –heart- Daddy, along with a white mini-tennis skirt. It made it difficult to think coherently, to say the least. 

I cleared my throat. "Baby, I don't think you're dressed very appropriately right now."

She looked puzzled. "What do you mean, Daddy? I'm home, and I changed into clothes that are a lot more comfortable than my work outfit. Don't you like my tee shirt? I'd think I –heart- Daddy is something you like seeing me wear." She swayed forward and back in the doorframe, propped up by her elbows.

"I'm glad you're comfortable," I said. "But you're wearing that little bitty cut-off tee shirt without a bra."

"Well, yeah," she said. "The bra I have to wear for work cuts into me a little bit, and it feels good to get rid of it. You don't mind me being comfortable, do you?"

"Of course not." I got up out of my chair and walked toward her. "But here's the problem. You have really big tits, and going braless in that little bitty shirt shows an awful lot of skin, maybe more than a daughter should show to her Daddy. When you stand like that, or when you stretch, I can see the bottoms of your tits." 

Then I reached out to her, and slid my hands under the edge of her shirt. "See, there's your nipple exposed just like that." I ran my thumbs over both nipples and she let out a little gasp and shivered. The nipples popped up, hard as a rock.

"Daddy," she said in an accusing tone, "you're touching my tits and rubbing my nipples."

"It's hard not to do it, baby. When you walk around, those big tits of yours bounce around and I can see just about everything. It gives Daddy the kinds of thoughts he shouldn't be having about his little girl. That's why it's not appropriate," I added as I continued to caress her tits. I leaned down and took her right nipple into my mouth and sucked, gave it a quick lick with my tongue, then did the same to her left. She shivered, and I stood straight again. "See what I mean?"

"Daddy, you're not being fair. It's not my fault I have big tits. I like to be comfortable around the house. Besides, you have no room to talk right now. You just got done lifting weights, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did. How did you know?"

"First, your chest and arm muscles are still tightened up from your workout," she said, rubbing my torso with her left hand. Then she reached down with her right. "And the only thing you're wearing are those compression shorts you work out in."

"Well, yes," I replied. "And...?"

"And it's the same thing for you," she said in mock anger. "You talk about my big tits? Well, I can see the outline of your cock clearly through those shorts." It was her turn to make me shiver as she reached down and grabbed me. "Your dick is big and thick, and I can see it growing right now. You get inappropriate thoughts about me? How do you think I feel? I'm looking at my Daddy's dick and thinking about how big and thick and fine it is, and how good it would taste." She dropped to her knees and with a quick tug pulled my shorts down around my ankles. "This is the kind of cock girls love to suck on. Like this."

She reached out with her right hand, grasped the shaft and lowered her lips to me and took the crown of my cock into her mouth and began sucking, bobbing her head up and down while I watched my little girl begin to give her Daddy head. As soon as I let out an involuntary moan, she pulled my dick out of her mouth and stood up, continuing to hold it in her right hand. "See what I mean?"

"Stop trying to change the subject. That's different."

"Yeah, sure," she said with a smirk.

I reached around her and grabbed her ass underneath her skirt. "I knew it. You're not wearing any panties, are you?"

"Daddy, you grabbed my butt! Not fair. No, I didn't put panties on after my shower."

I slid my hand around her waist and rubbed her crotch. "And what am I touching now, young lady?"

"Daddy, you're touching my pussy."

"That's right. Daddy is touching your pussy. That means you're DEFINITELY not dressed in an appropriate fashion. For a daughter to parade her bare pussy around her Daddy is a bad thing, and that requires an appropriate punishment. Go to your room young lady, and we'll deal with this properly."

"Yes, Daddy," she said and meekly walked into her bedroom. I kicked off my shorts and followed her.

She stopped next to her bed and turned around. "First thing," I said, "take off the tee shirt and lose the skirt."

"Yes, Daddy," she replied and removed her clothing.

I looked her naked body over, and asked a question. "Have you been grooming yourself properly?"

"Yes, Daddy. Of course."

"Lay down on the bed so I can make sure." When she complied, I laid down with my face between her legs. "Yes you have. Very good." At that point, I began licking her pussy, already glistening with her excitement.

When my tongue touched her clit, she let out a small cry. "Daddy, you're licking my pussy!" I acknowledged her by nodding my head and starting to hum, increasing the sensation for her sensitive areas. I slid my tongue deep into her hole and she grabbed the back of my head and moaned. When I noticed the flow of her juices increasing, I stopped and raised myself to my knees.

"My daughter is not going to be a tease. For not dressing appropriately around your Daddy, you'll have to be given an appropriate punishment. I want you to take your punishment like a big girl, now. Understand?"

She smiled at me. "Yes, Daddy, I do understand."

"And how does a big girl take her punishment?"

"With her legs spread, Daddy."

"That's right, baby." I placed the head of my cock at the opening of her drenched pussy. "Are you ready for your fucking punishment?"

"I'm ready for my fucking. I mean my fucking punishment."

I reached down and cupped her ass in my hands and lifted her slightly. She let out a gasp as I slid my dick inside her tight little pussy. "Oh, Daddy, your cock is inside me."

"Yes it is, baby," I responded as I began long, slow strokes. "No teasing me. If you wave your hot little pussy around me, it's going to get fucked. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Daddy. I. Understand. Ahhh."

"God, your pussy is tight. And hot. And wet."

"And full. Daddy. Your cock is so big. Fucking. Big. Oh." She threw her head back and began meeting my thrusts with hip thrusts of her own. "Fuck my. Pussy. Daddy."

I sped up my thrusts, pumping her faster and harder, letting out a low moan. That's when she unwrapped her legs from around my waist. I grabbed the back of her knees and put her ankles on my shoulders and dove in with all my might and felt myself hit bottom.

At that point she screamed "Daddy!" and I felt her pussy begin to spasm. "Cum inside me Daddy. Cum. Cum. Cumming."

The sight and sound and feel of her pussy exploding took me over the top. I let out a bellow, "YES" and joined her in orgasm, filling her sopping pussy with my own spunk, shot after shot.

I don't know how long it lasted. Forever? A few seconds? All I know is that everything I had poured deep inside her, filling her to the brim and beyond. When I came to my senses, I was still kneeling between her legs, my cock buried inside her. "That's what happens when you tease Daddy like that. If you dress provocatively around me, there will be consequences. Got it?"

She smiled. "I got it, Daddy. All seven inches of it in my pussy. And all that cum. I got it." She paused. "And I liked it. Does that make me a bad girl, loving the way my Daddy fucks me with his big cock and fills me up with his cum?"

"Yes. Very bad."

"Does that mean you'll have to punish me some more?"

"It might take a couple of days, but yes, if you keep this up." I pulled out of her, and saw my cum begin to trickle out of her pussy onto the sweaty sheets. I gestured to my now shrinking cock. "If you keep this up, it'll keep THIS up, and I'll have to do something about your behavior again."

"I've been warned. I'll try to be a good girl. At least as much as I can. Okay, Daddy?"

"That's all I can ask, baby. G'night."

"Good night, Daddy." She smiled as I left the room. 

Hell, I was smiling too. Parental responsibilities have their benefits.

Definitely. 



Dress Code Violation



Author's note: This story is a re-imagining of a story I previously posted on this site under a different alias. All comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated.

"Danielle, in my office please," I say, calling out to her across the house. Although she's busy with the kids, she excuses herself to join me, picking up on the note of seriousness in my voice.

I watch as she draws near, taking in the way her hips move beneath the short denim skirt before shifting my focus to her breasts. Her white blouse is unbuttoned just enough to show off a small piece of her impressive cleavage, and a pearl necklace that I know is there for more than adornment. Honestly the woman is so top heavy that it's a wonder that she doesn't need to have bamboo poles attached to her sides, like a tomato sapling forever in danger of toppling over.

"Children, I need to speak with Ms. Danielle in private," I announce to the surly teenagers we work with in my firmest daddy voice. "We aren't to be disturbed under any circumstances. Understand?"

They shake their heads yes and go back to what they're doing, largely uninterested in the comings and goings of us boring grown folk.

She catches my eye as she moves past me on her way to the office. She's only been with us a few months, and I've done what I can since that time to try not to pay her too much attention – one more broke and starving man who takes no pleasure in staring in the windows of upscale restaurants.

But damned if it isn't a chore.

Even the conservative outfits she wore early in the spring when she started could do little to hide the miracle of a body that was clearly built for sex. And despite myself, I waited for summer, biding my time and praying for record temperatures on the days on which we're scheduled to work together. My patience pays off as her outfits become increasingly more revealing, cleavage levels rising like water above her shirt top as July moves into August. Before long she's showing up in tops with plunging necklines, skirts that show off the sexiness of her legs.

When she leans in over the desk, I can't help but steal peeks, noting the sideswells of her breasts held snuggly inside a pink or white bra, lightly tanned and firmly encased, looking soft enough to rest your head, and yet perky enough to keep a man afloat for a lifetime.

And it's not only her body. She's bright and ambitious, quick-witted, catching me off-guard time and time again just when I think I have her pegged. Moreover she's cultured, having grown up privileged in Mexico, blood-linked to that noble culture south of the border. Her family's income is a dark source of much speculation, but frankly it's of little interest to me, and likely won't be unless and until someone from the Mexican Mafia comes knocking at my door. When I hear her speaking Spanish to the children or on the phone, it makes me groan to myself, wondering if that's the tongue she reverts to when she's in the throes of passion – so many muffled dios mios's as she claws at the bed sheets and shudders.

Truthfully she's light years out of my league, my prospects hindered further by an age gap of a decade and a fiancé, the announcement of her engagement causing me to groan when I overhear the rest of the staff discussing it. The thought of her lost to us mere mortals for all time is simply unbearable to me.

But out of my league or not, the flirting between us has been going on for weeks now, surprising me at first when she plays along with a risqué text I send her way as I'm passing a Victoria's Secret, jokingly asking her if she'd like me to pick her up some panties. When she tells me 'size small', I request that she provide me with her bra size in case I happen across any promising ensembles. She says I'm out of luck though, telling me that she needs to special order her bras because her cups are so large in relation to her frame. The information has my dick shifting around in the confines of my underwear; though likely it's a nuisance and a disappointment to her that she can't wear that particular brand of bra.

That brief exchange seems to trip some switch between us and the texts become increasingly flirtatious. Before long they've become a regular feature of our days together, heating up and becoming increasingly graphic. She plays along when I describe in great detail all the things I'd like to do to her, surprising and paining me when she tells that no one has ever spoken to her like that. It's to the point that my cock swells every time a message comes through bearing her name, the mere sound of the alert ballooning me even before I've read the words.

I suspect we're on a crash course, our bodies destined to collide in the end, smacking wetly against one another. Every look shared carries layers of meaning, every comment drips with implication. She makes it a point to brush up against me as she passes me in the office now, the weight and fullness of a breast rubbing against my arm, a thigh sliding across my crotch. The contact makes me groan out loud, and I have to play it off as some difficult work task I've just noticed still needs doing. We want to fuck one another. Pure and simple, hard and dirty. When she's near, the flat surfaces around us take on a whole new dimension in my mind. I can picture myself taking her on the desk, and in the chair. I dream of eating her out on the couch and on the floor, my tongue running over and over her white-hot clit. I imagine bending her over the kitchen counter and slapping her ass with my dick before driving it home.

Or perhaps we're not.

She's made it clear from the very beginning that it's only an innocent diversion, a sexy something or other to help get us through the tediousness of the workday. Our little game she calls it, reminding me as necessary that it will lead nowhere. I tell her I understand, knowing she believes she holds all the cards, choosing to let her continue believing it.

"Ms. Getty," I begin and then pause, closing the door and locking it as I invite her to take a seat. "This is somewhat awkward, so I'll simply throw it out there...It's been brought to my attention that on a number of different occasions since starting here you have been in gross violation of Mercy Mission's dress code."

"Oh really," she says, picking up on the game immediately and doing her best not to smile. "And may I ask who it was that lodged the complaint?"

"No you may not," I say. "That is privileged information. And wipe that smirk off your face young lady. This is no laughing matter."

"Yes sir," she tells me, putting on her serious look. "It's just that I'm not quite sure I know what you mean."

"Well...take that skirt for example," I say, reaching out to take the employee handbook down from the bookshelf, opening it at random and tapping a finger on the page. "It states here very clearly that all skirts must reach below the fingertips, and that the hem must not extend higher than ten inches above the knee..."

"May I see that sir?"

"No. There's no need. I've memorized the regulations from cover to cover," I tell her, snapping the binder shut and returning it to the shelf. "Does that skirt you have on comply with these standards Ms. Getty?"

"Honestly I don't know," she admits, blushing prettily, unable to meet my eyes.

I take a moment to ponder the matter over.

"Well in that case we have no choice but to measure. I'm sorry, but it's part of my job you understand."

She nods as I root through the desk drawer, coming up with a long metallic ruler. Holding it on end, I come around the desk and approach her, watching as it bobs up and down, almost phallic in its motions.

"Just relax Ms. Getty," I say, laying my hand on her shoulder and trying to give her a reassuring look. "First we'll try the fingertip test."

She nods, clearly nervous at the prospect.

"That's right, stand up straight. No slouching allowed."

She does so, her tits going forward, seemingly in invitation for me to latch onto with my lips.

I take my time, letting my eyes run deliberately down her body, lingering on her lovely cleavage, and then her stomach where it runs down beneath the waistband of the offending skirt.

I can see that she's straining, willing her arms to be longer in order to cover the required ground. I want to root for her, but I'm here to do a job and I have to remain impartial.

Already I can see that it's going to be close.

"Hmm..." I say, dropping to my knees in front of her and smelling her perfume. She's looking down at me now over the swell of her breasts. They rise and fall with each breath she takes. This is what the word temptation was invented for, I think.

"Too close to call," I decide. "We'll have to measure."

She groans a bit when I say it, but immediately forgoes any ideas she may have had of protesting when she catches the stern look in my eyes.

"Turn around," I tell her, the sternness in my voice now as well. I watch as she pivots in place, her ass coming into view directly in front of my face.

"Perfect," I say, knowing she'll pick up on the double entendre. "Spread your legs a little please."

"But sir, won't that make my skirt ride up even higher?" she asks me, her voice full of concern.

"Infinitesimally," I say. "Besides, there are specific measuring guidelines to follow. Let's not waste time shall we?"

Reluctantly she shifts her feet a bit until they're in line with her hips.

"There now," I say, readying the ruler. "That wasn't so hard now was it?"

"I guess not sir."

I'm so close I can see how the muscles of her toned legs twitch as she struggles to stand still. I chance a look at the door, but all is quiet and I'm happy to have thought to close the curtains in the window that looks out on the common areas.

I place the ruler against her thigh, laying it flat and using my hand to keep it there, enjoying the way her skin feels beneath my fingertips.

"Oh, it's cold sir."

"Can't be helped," I tell her, before taking pity and breathing on it to warm the metal slightly.

As I slide the ruler up her leg, I intentionally catch it on the hem of her skirt, lifting it higher. She feels the material sliding against her thigh and reaches down to stop it before it's too late. She's not quick enough to keep me from seeing the fetching swell of her tight little ass cheek though.

"Whoops," I say.

I get the ruler back in place, but instead of sliding it up over the outside of her skirt, I make sure it runs underneath, up along her inner thigh.

"Sir?" she begins. "I think..."

"Hush," I tell her. "I need to concentrate."

I have to get the very edge of the ruler up against her knee. Although I've only just now made up the guidelines, already they've have taken on an aura of authenticity in my mind. The ruler's so long however that it comes up an inch short, finding some resistance beneath that skirt.

"Oh," she complains. "I'm afraid that ruler is not going to go any higher than that."

"We'll just see about that missy," I respond, gently pushing it further up, knowing that the other end is pressing up against the bulge of her sex.

I pause once I have it where I want it, leaving it there, enjoying watching her trying not to squirm as the ruler applies steady pressure to her pussy.

"Tsk tsk Ms. Getty," I say, my voice full of regret as I shake my head back and forth. "Eleven and one half inches. The ruler doesn't lie."

"It's because my legs are spread," she protests, desperate now to extricate herself from the hot water she's found herself in.

"Nonsense," I say. "The measurement stands. By the way, do you know what the policy states about women wearing skirts without stockings?"

"No."

"Well...neither do I," I tell her, the mask slipping momentarily and making us both crack smiles. "But I'm sure it's frowned upon. And this is no laughing matter Ms. Getty."

As she watches, I take up pen and paper from off of the desk and begin making notes in an officious manner – gobbledygook mostly, but touching on her transgressions, both minor and major.

"What are you writing down?" she asks me.

"I'm taking notes. This is an investigation after all."

"An investigation?!" she says, growing fearful.

I take pity on her again, my voice becoming gentle now.

"Look," I tell her. "Suppose I was to follow your example and simply flout the dress code as I saw fit? Suppose for example I show up without any underwear on – my parts dangling and swaying and poking against my pants whenever I walked around the house. How do you think that would look?"

"I don't know sir," she tells me, picturing it in her mind, her eyes going quickly from my crotch and then down to the floor.

"Not too good I can tell you that," I say. "Not very professional for a man's cock to be flopping all around in his pants you know."

I grab hold of the bulge of me to make my point, shifting it deliberately around in my pants to underscore my point. Though she knows she shouldn't, I catch her watching the maneuver with interest. The contact causes my dick to swell with blood. I can feel it expanding and running down the leg of my pants.

"But sir..."she protests, a mischievous smile crossing her face as she looks up at me out from lowered eyes. "I am wearing underwear. I swear it."

"Entirely beside the point Ms. Getty. But if that's true, it certainly will be a mark in your favor. Given the circumstances though, you can't possibly expect I'll be able to take your word for such a thing now would you? That'd hardly be a thorough way for me to conduct an investigation..."

"No sir," she swallows, seeing where this is heading now, unsure as to whether she should allow it. After a moment's hesitation, I watch her take the hem of her skirt in both hands, tugging it up to reveal the navy blue and white stripped undies she has on, a little bow plastered up at the waistband.

"Hmm...so you are. At least you remembered that," I say, trying to keep my composure as I stare at the miniscule swatch of fabric standing between me and the sight of that glorious pussy. "Though I'm afraid we'll have to consult the ruler again Ms. Getty. It seems to me that underwear doesn't cover the required amount of skin either."

"You mean there's a requirement for that too?" she groans, distressed by the sudden stringency of Mercy Mission's dress code.

"Of course, there's a regulation for everything," I remind her, taking up the ruler again. "Keep your skirt raised and hold still please."

Obediently she keeps the skirt up by her waist as I kneel down in front of her once again.

There's a knock on the door, causing us both to freeze. I tell whoever it is that we're busy and to come back in fifteen minutes, waiting several seconds to ensure they're gone before turning back to her.

I can see that her thighs are quivering a little harder now as I lean in. I look up at her to make sure that she's watching me before turning my full attention to her panties.

Damn her underwear is tiny, no more than a couple of inverted triangles attached by strings, I think to myself. With just one little hook of my finger I could expose her sex in a heartbeat. I stare at the spot where her hip transitions to her pussy lip. Technically, maybe it is her lip I'm seeing. After all, who am I to decide where a pussy begins and ends?

Not a single hair protrudes from around her panties. And although I know damn well from a particularly excruciating text that she's waxed smoother than a billiard ball, the prospect of actually getting the chance to inspect her soft skin myself has my balls aching. Covertly I reach down and adjust myself, allowing a little more room for my expanding dick.

"First we measure hip to hip," I tell her, utterly winging it as I take the initial measurement. "That's about fifteen inches. If we multiply that by the width of the string...let's be generous and say one inch, that's fifteen square inches altogether."

She seems genuinely impressed by the official nature of my make believe formula.

"Okay," I tell her. "Now we need to measure the front panel. A simple triangle essentially. One-half base times height and all that."

I'm pleased to find that my high school geometry has not abandoned me entirely. Finally I've found some real world use for the stuff, I think, trying not to betray another smile.

I get the ruler down against her again, taking a base measurement of three inches where her waistband lays flat against the skin of her stomach, before turning my attention to the height.

"Okay, base is approximately three inches," I say, laying the edge of the ruler at the top of her waistband now, using my thumb to keep it firmly in place against her pubic bone.

I realize immediately however that I'll need to contour the ruler against her body to get any sort of accurate measure. My penis has noticed too. He's doing his best to try to burrow his way through my pants.

Still holding the edge up at her waistband, I use my other hand to run the ruler down flat against the material of her underwear, pressing a little bit harder as I pass over where I estimate her clit to be and making her whimper.

"Everything okay Ms. Getty?" I inquire, looking up at her.

"Fine sir," she tells me, blushing furiously to my delight. I've never encountered a woman so sexy when she blushes.

I curve the ruler all the way in to the bottom of her crotch, holding it there with two fingers, feeling the softness of her panties and wondering how much softer the skin beneath that insignificant layer would be.

The measurement looks to be about five, but I don't wish to cheat her out of any inches, and so I make sure to take my time, enjoying the springy feel of her pussy lips beneath my fingers. I lean in even closer, squinting as if I'm having a difficult time making out the number. My fingers are still on her panties, and I shift them around ever so slightly, letting her feel a bit of friction.

I have my face so close to her that my nose is almost touching her underwear. I can make out the slight bump that her clit makes against the fabric now, picturing it engorged with blood and peering out from its little protective hood. I breathe in deeply, picking up the core scent of her body immediately. The smell of her makes me even harder, my poor neglected cock frantic to break fee of its cloth prison now.

I know I'm losing control, and I shake my head a time or two to clear the fog of lust that rushes over me, worried I'll black out or cum in my pants. Perhaps both.

"We'll say five inches," I tell her, sweating a little, dangerously close to losing my composure – one whiff of her and the tables have turned. "Fifteen inches halved is seven and one-half inches, plus the fifteen from the first measurement equals twenty-two and a half. I'd say that's a fine start."

"How many inches do I need?" she purrs at me, seeing me pick up on her wordplay. She can sense the advantage she has now and intends to try and take it.

"Thirty-five," I throw out there. "But I'm sure once we account for the back you'll be in compliance. Panty-wise anyhow."

She frowns, pushing her bottom lip out before slowly turning around, her bare ass nearly brushing up against my face.

"That many sir? I don't think I'll make it then," she says.

She waggles her ass back and forth a moment. Like her tits, the damn thing is flawless; it looks like a target. Only the smallest little upside down triangle of fabric rests at the apex of her ass, a thin string running down between her cheeks. I want to take a bite out of it like a big, shiny apple.

"Yes...well um...I see what you mean," I mutter.

"Measure it," she tells me, bending slightly forward, the puffy bulge of her pussy showing between her thighs almost making me swoon.

I do as she tells me, going through the motions, the ruler cool against the hot flesh of her ass. I can smell her again. When she looks back at me over her shoulder, I realize that I've somehow lost the upper hand.




Dress Code Violation



"Four times three is twelve," I manage to groan. "So halved is six. Twenty eight and a half total."

She's doing that pouting thing again.

"That's almost seven too little," she says. "Can't you spot me seven inches?"

More word play I know, and it's all I can do not to drop my pants and take her right there and then as she wiggles her ass back and forth, beckoning me inside.

"No," I tell her, getting to my feet, heedless of my cock straining obscenely against the front of my pants. "Rules are rules."

"So what will happen now?" she asks.

"I'll submit my report."

"A report?! But sir, that seems so formal." She's in a panic now. "Surely we can figure something out. I mean...I know I've been a naughty girl, but couldn't you just give me a spanking and make me promise never to do it again?"

Her eyes are hopeful and she's making no move to drop the hem of her skirt, though damned if there's anything left but naked skin to measure.

"Hmm..." I say, pretending to need time to mull it over. "Well, you are otherwise a model employee Ms. Getty so I'm inclined to be lenient with you. I suppose a spanking might drive the point home and avoid any unpleasant formalities."

"Oh it will sir, you have my word."

"Fine then, a spanking it is." I tell her, rubbing my hands together briskly.

"Will you be spanking me now then sir?" she asks me, a playful look in her eyes.

"Yes. There'd be no sense in dragging this on," I decide. "Bend over the desk and keep your skirt raised please Ms. Getty."

"Of course sir," she tells me, getting into position, almost eagerly it seems to me.

God help me, I think, knowing I'd gladly sell my soul to take her, plunge balls-deep into that hot wet until I have us both screaming. But it's only a game, and so instead I come up behind her and press my cock up against her ass, knowing she can feel the hardness of it even through my pants.

I lean in over her body, increasing the pressure of my dick, almost grinding. For a second I swear I can feel her pushing back at me, but I dismiss the thought, chalking it up to my overactive imagination.

"You understand Ms. Getty that this is a very serious offense," I whisper in her ear. "I'm afraid I won't be able to go easy on you..."

"I understand," she says, almost breathless.

"Now it seems to me that since you were six and one-half inches short that six spankings is reasonable."

"Seven," she tells me at once.

"I'm sorry?"

"Seven," she tells me again. "You said yourself how serious it was. I've been a bad girl. You should spank me seven times sir."

Quite right," I tell her, impressed by the quality and magnitude of her remorse.

Reluctantly I back off a bit, the hard ridge of my penis leaving the natural valley her cheeks present.

The first spank comes down hard, the sound reverberating through the office, startling in its intensity and making her breath catch in her throat. She seems to shudder with pleasure as the blow lands, a tiny smile dancing at the corners of her mouth. If I didn't know better, I'd think that she was actually enjoying it.

"One," I say, my voice trailing off.

I land the second blow on the same cheek, not feeling generous enough to alternate yet, watching as it quivers, a blossom of red coming to the surface of her skin.

"Oh," she says, forgetting herself for a moment and trying to stand before I check her, catching her by the upper arms and easing her back down.

"Now now," I tell her. "It'll all be over soon."

When she relaxes I immediately spank her hard two more times, one on each cheek, my hand going pins and needly.

She's shaking all over now, shuddering violently as if she's caught a chill, unsure if she can take much more. I still can't tell if her reaction is one of pain or of arousal though. If I had to bet the mortgage, I'd say it was a combination of both.

"Ohh, it stings sir," she admits, her ass going back and forth a little, as if seeking out cool air.

"It has to," I say, "Otherwise you wouldn't learn your lesson. Though I think I know a way to help. You'd like that, wouldn't you Ms. Getty?"

"Yes! Anything sir. I don't know if I can take four more."

"Three," I tell her.

"I'm pretty sure it's four," she insists.

I slap her again hard on her left cheek for correcting me, making her cry out. The whole surface of her ass is an angry-looking red now, and I know the head of my dick is turning a similar shade in anticipation.

"Three," I say.

"Yes sir. Help me now, it hurts."

Gently I take hold of the back of her neck so she'll stay put as I get my other hand down between her legs. When I squeeze her mound, she instinctively clasps my hand between her legs, trapping any further motion.

"Relax Ms. Getty," I whisper, leaning in over her again. "This will help to shift the focus of sensation. It's entirely for your own good."

Reluctantly the muscles in her thighs relax and I begin to rub her, expertly massaging her pussy, rolling the outer lips in on themselves to ensure they put pressure on her clit. Already her panties are damp, and I watch transfixed as the motion of my hand shifts her underwear out of place a little, exposing brief flashes of her pink pussy, and even her asshole.

"My spanking sir?" she reminds me, breathing hard and squirming. I know she's worried she'll embarrass herself by cumming right then and there.

"Are you ready for it?" I ask her, the words hanging in the air.

"Yes," she admits. "I'm ready."

"Would you prefer one or two?" I ask.

"One," she says.

Her reply is barely out of her mouth before my hand comes down again. I keep it there where it lands, massaging the hard cheek of her ass to disperse the burning sensation, my other hand still down between her legs, making her writhe like a fish on a hook.

"This will help too," I say.

"Ohhhhh, it really does sir."

I keep rubbing her ass, switching from cheek to cheek as her panties grow wetter. At times I pause and lose contact with her skin, watching her tense up in anticipation of a blow that doesn't come before I relent and go back to caressing her.

She's panting now, unable to keep up her role, more ready to cum than she's ever been in her life if I'm guessing right. When I get to spank number six, her ass is bouncing high up off the desk, her body desperate for relief, seeking out friction on the air.

I know I have her, just a game or otherwise. And so I allow the hand between her legs to wander a bit more, my fingers sliding along the edges of her underwear and over her smooth lips, the tip of my pinky accidentally glancing off her clit, my thumb picking up moisture and dangerously close to falling inside her body, marveling all the while at how smooth the secret skin of her is. Her underwear continues to shift from side to side with all the commotion, and I glance more of the pulpy pink flesh of her pussy proper, the erect bud of her pretty clit.

She's nearly beside herself as I keep rubbing, gauging the right moment. Her whimpering becomes louder now, her pussy practically drooling against my hand.

She's ready.

As I deliver the final spank, I yank her underwear off to the side and plunge two fingers deep inside her, finding her g-spot at once and making her cry out, her pussy spasming around me, gripping me tight as she orgasms. It's a big one, and her body goes rigid with pleasure, twitching over and over before she collapses flat on the desk. My fingers keep working, slower though, backing her down from the edge. When she recovers, I take back my fingers, licking her juices from them and taking her scent in before using both hands to massage the superheated flesh of her ass.

"You did just fine Ms. Getty," I say.

"Thank you sir," she tells me, sounding wrung out.

"There's just one matter left to attend to."

"What's that?" she asks, clearly confused.

"This," I say to her, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of my dick, outlining the length of it through my pants. I feel like I've been hard for hours, for weeks, though in reality maybe twenty minutes have passed.

Although she can't bring herself to look away, I can tell she's apprehensive again. Even so, the whole office smells of sex, and I know her willpower is virtually exhausted.

"But what am I?..." she starts to ask before I cut her off.

"You and your numerous dress code violations are directly responsible," I say to her. "And this is not the first time either. I'm not made of stone Ms. Getty. Well...perhaps one part of me is...But I have important clients to meet with soon. How am I supposed to attend to them in such a state?"

She doesn't speak, clearly ashamed to have been the cause of so much trouble and unsure as how to answer.

"Well I can't, that's how. Besides, teenagers can spot an erection from fifty paces. It's a well known scientific fact. Accordingly, you leave me no choice but to go ahead and relieve the swelling," I say, unzipping my fly, the sound of it strangely intimate somehow, despite the recent goings on.

When she finds her voice, she suggests that maybe I'd be more comfortable relieving my swelling in the bathroom.

"Don't be ridiculous," I tell her. "There are no locks on the bathroom doors."

"Right, I'll give you some privacy then," she says, her head bowed as she scurries towards the door.

"Nonsense! Sit down Ms. Getty. There's still work to be done if we're going to ensure we put a halt to these dress code violations once and for all. Take a memo..."

Gingerly she sits down at the desk, her ass still stinging as she logs in. I can see that she's determined to ignore me as I work to extricate my cock from the tangle of my boxers.

Once freed, my penis bobs a time or two out in the open air, as if having scented out the smell of her sex. I can feel the cooler temperatures of the office soothing the hot flesh of my shaft.

"Mercy Mission Staff," I begin, taking myself in hand and stroking myself a time or two as I begin dictating the memo. "cc David Smith, John Davies, etc., etc.."

As she types, I go on stroking myself, using my right hand in long productive strokes that make the head of my cock swell and flush a deeper shade. I'm aware of the sounds I make as I work: my arm brushing up against the fabric of my shirt, the dry thump of my pud in my hand. It's funny that with two decades worth of jerking off under my belt, I've never paid any attention to them. But now these sounds seem almost more inappropriate than the act itself, and I angle my elbow awkwardly away from my body as I continue to work.

The angle is all wrong though, and the elbow comes back in. The sounds intensify when I speed up my stroking, trying to go strictly for efficiency rather than any style points. Using my left hand, I dig my balls out of my pants too, letting them hang down low and full – like overripe fruit. My own breathing speeds up, and the sounds I'm making increase as my balls sway in time with all my tugging – slapping dully against the fabric of my pants and adding to the cacophony.

She's doing her best to keep her eyes on the computer screen, fingers poised over the keys, but I know that her excitement is building to a crescendo again as I watch her tits rise and fall. I think about how wet she must be, her lips swelling again. I wonder if her juices have soaked all the way through her panties and seeped into the back of her skirt.

I imagine myself crawling beneath the desk and sucking those tasty droplets directly from the source, staying there all night like her personal fuck toy, neither the children nor her coworkers any the wiser. I want to crouch there in the dark for her, move in even as she comes back to my tongue time and time again, using her paperwork to shield the grimaces on her face as she attempts to stifle one orgasm after another, stumbling off on unsteady legs when she needs to cool down, so horny that it feels like ants are crawling over every square inch of her skin.

"Sir?" she asks, ripping me bodily from my daydream.

I'm so turned on that I'm having trouble remembering my role. Gallantly I make one last ditch effort to get back into character. "It has come to my attention that many of us are becoming somewhat...What's the word I'm looking for Ms. Getty?"

The word is 'lax', but I'm stroking harder now. She has me nearing the point of no return, and I'm desperate to get her to look at my dick.

She doesn't take the bait.

"I'm not sure sir," she admits, her eyes never leaving the monitor.

"Many of us are becoming lax regarding dress codes," I continue, "even to the point of disregarding them altogether at times."

"Lax. That's good," she says, her fingers moving so effortlessly across the keys that it makes me wonder if she's typing anything but gibberish before I continue.

"On a number of occasions I myself have witnessed the sight of tight little ass cheeks peeking out from shorts and from skirts while someone reaches at shelves high over their head in order to retrieve something. Cleavage spilling out of tops. Cleavage piled upon cleavage really – miles of the stuff if it were to be added up..."

"Um...sir?"

"Even the occasional areola believe it or not, pink ones and brown ones, even pretty pebble-hard nipples catching on the edges of bra cups, winking at me, thrilling to be free of their comfy little homes, stiff buds stretching out to chaff themselves against the soft material, and no doubt causing sexual arousal whilst on the job..."

"Are you sure you want to put all that?" she interrupts me, putting a halt to the litany of images tumbling one after another through my brain, but not before they manage to somehow stiffen me even further.

"Of course," I tell her. "There's no sense pretending we can't see what's going on all around us Ms. Getty."

I'm so hot now that when I look down I expect to see steam coming off my dick, and can't help but stroke even harder as I watch several tears of precum emerge from the head of me, spilling over. I work the slippery stuff into my shaft, but it's not enough and I have to reach up and lick my hand in order to provide some additional lubrication.

She catches the move in her peripheral vision, and lets me know that there's some baby oil in the supply cabinet behind me, patiently waiting for me to continue with the dictation. Words have failed me though, and I care only for my dick now.

I waddle over to the cabinet to get it, my dick stretched to its full potential and bouncing heavily. When I look over my shoulder, she appears to be paying me no mind. Once I get the oil I go back to my spot, flicking the cap open and dousing the head of me liberally with the contents.

It annoys me a little how cool she's managing to be throughout the whole ordeal. I could be putting lotion on my hands or feet for all the interest she's showing. When I set the bottle down, I do so with a little bang that receives a slightly raised eyebrow.

Good, I think.

The oil is cold at first, but it warms up quickly as I work it into the length of me, coating myself and feeling it run down over my testicles. When I begin stroking again, the sounds go delightfully obscene – little squishy slurps and clicks that I know she can hear.

I wonder if unconsciously she's counting the strokes in her head. If as I work, they continue adding up, her mind employing mysterious algorithms to translate them in her head into so many wasted inches, unaware as her mind runs through formulas for potential thrusts, friction that never was, 2.6 orgasms for every 1,000 plunges. Such a waste, she must be thinking!

"Anything else sir?" she says, still pretending to be engrossed by a memo that we both know has zero chance of ever seeing the light of day.

Ohh you little brat! Lot's else, I think. I want to chew my way through her clothing until I reach the moist center of her, like she's one of those fruit snacks that the kids like with the sugary liquid inside. All of my tugging is starting to feel really good now, and it's an effort to try not to groan aloud.

"Print it," I tell her, knowing it won't be long.

Without any conscious thought on my part I move in closer, so close that we're only a foot or so apart. I'm desperate for her to share in the feeling, acknowledge this freight train of biological imperative. I'm facing her straight on now, daring her not to look at this miracle of abandoned decorum and crackling nerve endings.

I stare at her tits, unconcerned as to whether she catches me at it. The fucking things are flat-out perfect. Looking closer, I can see that her nipples are hard, the little nubs of her arousal trying to drill their way out of both bra and blouse. I wonder if they're responding to the state of my cock – erectile tissue saluting in mutual admiration, sending out greetings and salutations like foreign dignitaries at court.

The knowledge of her renewed excitement makes me stroke all the faster. Drops of oil smack down on the floor as she uncrosses and then re-crosses her legs.

The squishy noises are louder now. It sounds like fucking, and I reach down and squeeze my balls gently, feeling the shaved skin of my scrotum as she crosses her legs again. I find myself cursing this shortage of eyes in humans, unable to decide whether I want to be looking at her legs or at her tits when I cum. In no time I'm on the precipice and making little sounds: 'Haah', and 'Unh'.

My leg muscles have begun to tighten up in anticipation, my ass clenching as I start to feel the telltale signs deep down in the core of me – the tingle and whir of my prostate, a little centrifuge roiling my semen around in my nuts in preparation for release, millions of little polliwogs lining up head to tail for their one and only ride.

"Unh," I say, so fucking close.

But still she refuses to look. Her indifference is too much to take, and I let go of myself, grabbing a handful of her hair instead and pulling her gently but firmly around to finally see my dick. I let her pull away when she makes a move to, but not before my cock glances off her cheek, leaving a string of my precum. It connects us momentarily before it snaps and falls. Without a word, she scoops it up with a finger, sliding it between her lips to taste me before returning taking the memo off the printer to proofread it.

The thought of her mouth on me has the train barreling down again. I can picture her sucking me, her tits pressed up against my thighs. I'm seconds from cumming, and I know that when I finally do it's going to be a tremendous mess. I want to fuck her until she begs me for mercy. She has me so horny that I want to violate the desk and the chairs. I want to fuck the stars in the sky.

Frantically, I look around for something in which to catch my load – a paper towel, a stray cleaning rag left in the office.

There's nothing.

"Why aren't there tissues in the office Ms. Getty," I ask her through clenched teeth, miffed by the setback and stroking carefully now to keep myself from boiling over.

"I'm sorry sir," she says, unwilling to meet my gaze, continuing to check the memo over for typos, ignoring the sound my dick makes as I continue pulling.

And while stocking paper products certainly falls outside her job description, I can tell that she feels genuine regret at the oversight when she reaches down beneath her skirt. I watch as she lifts one ass cheek and then the other, wincing a little as she works those tiny panties down and away from her body, balling them up and handing them to me before finally turning to look at my dick.

I barely have time to register the wetness of the little blue and white thong against my hand before I bring it up to my face, breathing her clean seashore smell deep inside of me, jabbing my tongue into the fabric as I stroke even faster now, my arm movements a blur as she watches openly now.




Dress Code Violation



"Do it sir," she says in a whisper, the kind usually reserved for lovers. "Lick my panties and cum for me."

Her words push me over the edge, the tingle moving outward now, utterly beyond my control. The little centrifuge in me loses its center, flinging my load up into my shaft in preparation for release.

"Unh," I say. "Unhhhh..."

My arm aches and still she's watching me, silently goading me on, her hand finding its way down into her lap like a hermit crab climbing back into his shell. When she licks her lips and starts whimpering again, I barely have time to get her panties off my face and down in front of my cock as shot after shot of hot seed spills forth from the head of me, the damn bursting far upstream, making me call out, all the children just beyond the door be damned.

The semen comes and comes. It's as if it's replaced all of my bodily fluid, flying out from the little slit of me at an incredible velocity, gob after gob until her underwear is covered in it. The stuff drips down off my hand to the floor in long white strands until finally there is no more. It's all I can do to keep my feet and avoid blacking out...

Once I've collected my wits and can open my eyes again, I look down at the balled up panties in my hand. It's hard to believe they were once striped blue; they look as if they've been dunked in a bowl of Elmer's Glue. I'm about to offer them back to her, but then hesitate, the panties in the air between us, worried that it won't be considered indelicate to return them in their current condition.

"Keep 'em," she says, turning back to the computer and logging off.



Dress Code



"Good morning my handsome son," I greeted him. I tightened my pussy around his finger and wiggled my ass against his cock and wondered if he wanted me anally today. Either way I begged him to fuck me. "I need it honey. Mommy needs her big boy's hard cock," I told him as I reached between my legs and searched for his cock. I would have gladly taken him up my ass if he wanted but when he pushed his cock past my hidden garden; I guided him into my pussy in one smooth motion. I was his mother but I was also his slut and he treated me like one. He knew I could never resist his young cock or his desire to fuck me anyway he wanted to. "You feel especially hard today honey," I cooed as he drove his thick cock in and out of my dripping pussy. Making Teddy feel special was easy and I always made a point of complimenting him on his lovemaking. It always put a smile on his face. These little words of endearment and love weren't necessary of course. Teddy didn't need me to tell him what a wonderful lover he was. My son was more than a good lover; he was a very good lover.

"Thanks mom, you make me this hard," He said. A big grin spread across his face as he reached around and played with one of my breasts. He rolled my nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard as his cock worked my cunt. "I love watching my dick disappear between your cheeks mom. You're so damn tight, it's amazing." He told me as he brought his hands back to my hips and held me tight. He roughly slammed his body against mine; just the way he knew I loved it. Teddy forced my head down and fucked me even harder; his passion grew with each dull slap of our bodies. 

"So good baby. You know how I need it," I moaned as he forcefully fucked me. I found one hand and brought it to my nipple. "Play with mommy's tits again honey," I moaned with lust. "You know how much I love it when you hurt them," I told him as he found my rock hard nipple and pinched it. I wanted to screaming but didn't. "Yes like that!" I moaned deeply. I begged him to hurt them and to make me ask for more. "Harder honey, pinch them hard! Fuck mommy harder!" I wailed. Each time he slammed me against the counter, I experienced another incredible orgasm. 

"I know how you want it mom!" Teddy said as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "My slut mother wants her son to fuck her hard doesn't she? She wants me to hurt her and make her cry in pain." He didn't wait for me to answer. He went back to my tits and tortured them again by pulling and pinching them until he heard me moan with pleasure. "Tell me you love it this way mom." 

"Oh god yes Teddy. I need it like this. I'm such a slut for letting you fuck me and by how much I want you this way." I screamed to him. Hearing me beg for him made his cock grow and his cum boil. I loved it when he used me and made me fuck him. It wasn't rape but sometimes we pretended it was. Often we played even rougher. I loved being tied up and spanked and even whipped. Teddy knew how to make me beg for more as he reddened my ass. 

"So nice baby, just keep that hard cock in me and keep fucking me. I can't wait to feel you cum," I moaned. I braced myself against the countertop and let him pound away at my cunt. My tired body ached but getting a hot morning fuck from him was worth it. My four-hour commute back and forth to work each night was a killer but the money more than made up for not being home each morning. The $3000 in tips I made each week as a stripper and lap dancer more than made up for my lack of sleep and my time away from my family. At 38, I was still amazingly in demand as a stripper. My tits and ass were still firm enough and my act; especially my attitude towards my customers was what set me apart from the younger girls. I loved stripping and getting men hard and excited and the customers sensed that and showed their appreciation when they tipped. The money I made during my five sets on stage was great but the real money came from the lap dances I gave in-between sets. 

Last night I had given at least a dozen $50.00 lap dances in the main dance room and then had been lucky enough to visit the private back rooms three times. The first time it had been with two guys and then later on I was with a married couple. It had been pretty vanilla with the two guys. I sat naked on their laps and let them finger me while I played with their cocks. Both guys had jacked off and cum all over my pussy. I loved having those beautiful cocks squirt all over my cunt. They had such a good time and liked me well enough to stick around and I hooked up with them later in the evening and they both bought blowjobs. I don't usually give away free fucks but I let one of the guys screw me for a few minutes while I blew his buddy. They paid me over $1000 for my effort.

The couple turned out to be the best part of my night. I didn't often get married couples and when I did, rarely was it the woman that got the lap dance. It wasn't all that unusual for the woman to pay for her man's lap dance and watch him get all hard and maybe even get a blow job but this time the husband had paid me to give his wife a lap dance. They were definitely different and I had a great time with them.

The woman was maybe in her mid 30's, a little overweight, wasn't particularly attractive but she had been so fun that it hadn't mattered. She made me laugh and the two of us had really connected. She and her husband, on the advice of their marriage counselor, were trying to spice up their love life. Apparently it was the woman who had the sex drive problem but you couldn't have proven that by me. Coming to a strip bar and buying his wife a lap dance had been the husband's idea and his wife had reluctantly agreed. The idea seemed to have worked out pretty good for both of them. According to the woman, she had never had sexual thoughts, much less physical contact with another woman. She certainly changed all that in one hot evening.

I started off by sitting naked on her lap. She blushed like a schoolgirl as I ground my pussy against her. I tried helping her get into it by placing her hand between my legs and was a little disappointed when she just let it sit there and didn't touch me while I rubbed my wet cunt against the back of her hand. She allowed me do that for a few minute before she pulled it away. She was a little embarrassed and inhibited yet and said she wasn't ready for that yet. Fortunately she didn't stay that way long. I next took her hands and made her play with my breasts and she surprisingly got into that. Within minutes she was squeezing them and playing with my nipples and even made a few racy comments about how nice they felt. I dared her to lick them and after a few nervous moments she did. She hesitantly licked one and then the other nipple before she just went for it and suckled on one like a baby. Her husband was going crazy watching her and when he took out his dick and started jacking off, even I got turned on. 

When I again took her hand and placed it between my legs I thought she was going to be upset but this time she didn't pull away. I held her finger and moved it up and down my wet slit; she laughed nervously but didn't pull away. Within minutes she was fingering me and it was neat to see how turned on she got. With no coaxing from me, she pushed her fingers up my cunt and finger fucked me like a pro. I know she surprised herself by how much she enjoyed fingering another woman. She really worked my cunt over too and was into it as much as I was. I surprised myself and her when I exploded with her fingers buried deep up my pussy. By the time we were done, I had gotten this prim and reserved woman to let me lick her cunt. I got her up on the table and pulled her panties off and drove her crazy with my tongue. She came on my face, screaming so loud the manager gave us a dirty look. As she lay there naked from the waist down, her husband dropped his pants and shoved his cock down her throat and for the first time, she let him cum in her mouth. The two of them laughed and joked about that until even I was rolling with laughter at their silliness. They tipped me better than the two guys had. 

"Have a fun night mom?" Teddy asked and brought me back with his steady fucking. He liked talking as we fucked; I thought that was sweet. It excited him to hear me talk about the sexy adventures I seemed to always have. He wasn't bothered in the least by what I did for a living and he loved hearing me talk about work, if you could call it that. Teddy considered it more like play than work, and I had to admit, I did too. Teddy brought his hands back to my breasts and waited for me to tell him about my night. He always got such a huge boner when I told him about the lap dances I gave and how horny guys got. He told me it made him hot to think about his own mother rubbing her hot box on guy's cocks and how I let them jack off on me. Teddy made me proud when he confided that he jerked off thinking about the sexy things I did at work. I promised him someday he could come in when I was working and so he could see for himself what a slut his mother really was.

I told him about the two guys and the couple. I knew what Teddy wanted to hear and I gave him all the lurid details. I told him about how I jacked the two guys off and how one of them fucked me while I blew the other one. When I told him about the couple, I knew he had reached his limit. He groaned and stiffened. "Don't cum yet honey," I pleaded as he powered his cock into me. "Mommy just needs a few more seconds and then you can fill my pussy with your cum," I told him as I frantically fingered myself before he came.

"I can't stop mom! Ahhhhhhhhh that is so fucking hot!" He groaned with lust and tightened his grip on my hips and fucked me even harder. He slammed my willing body against the kitchen counter; once, twice, three times he shoved his cock far up my cunt and then he was cumming. "Soooo hot mom! So fucking hot!" He grunted and sunk his teeth into my neck. "You're so fucking hot mom!" He moaned lustily as he hammered away at my pussy.

I lowered my ass so Teddy could get even deeper up my cunt. My own orgasm would have to wait for my son's. "Do me honey! Fuck mommy, fuck me hard!" I encouraged him. I reached between my legs and diddled my clit and miraculously came with him. "You wonderful boy you!" I told him as my pussy exploded. "My wonderful fucking son." I moaned loudly and as our juices mixed inside my cunt. I climaxed several times as he filled me with his hot sperm. 

Teddy arched his back and held his engorged cock deep between my hot, wet ass until his balls were drained. "I love you so much mom and I love fucking you," He told me as he let his cock slowly slip out of my pussy. Both of us were breathing heavy yet and Teddy was sweet enough to hold me tight until I could recover. He could tell how weak I was his and held me upright and we let our bodies meld together in our afterglow. I didn't mind it when after a few minutes he started to finger me. Even though I was very tender down there, I couldn't resist his touch. "Mom, you have the most awesome cunt in the world." Teddy loved talking dirty and knew how hot it made me. His finger found my clit and he teased it. "I think my mom's pussy was made for my cock," He joked. 

"It was honey, just for you. No one knows how to use me like you do honey, not even your father." I told him truthfully. "The things we do together are fantastic Teddy and mommy can never get enough of your cock or how you make love to me," I told him. I turned around and held his naked body to me and showered his face with kisses. It made him laugh and smile. I reached down and fit his cock between my legs and held him there and kissed him tenderly. "There, that's where I love having your cock." I told him and moved seductively against him until I felt him grow.

Teddy kissed my neck and face and worked his lips down to my breasts and made love to each nipple before he stopped. Being the young gentleman that he was, he neatly pulled my gown back down and tenderly kissed me and lovingly cupped my breasts. I put my hands over his and held him to me. His semi hard cock was still wedged between my pussy lips and I could feel his spunk running down my thighs. "I still can't believe we do this mom," He sweetly told me.

Hearing him describe how much he loved fucking me made me very proud to be his mother. "I still can't believe it either honey. Your father and I hope you and your sister never regret what we do. You and Amy mean the world to us and we would never do anything to hurt either one of you." I stepped back and admired his body. He looked so handsome with his cock still very hard and shimmering with my juices. His shorts were still tangled around one foot. "Let your mother pretend you're still young enough to need me to do this for you," I said as I knelt before him and pulled his shorts back up over his tight butt, taking care when I reached his cock. I gave his hard ass a squeeze and then lovingly patted his semi hard cock through his shorts and kissed it lightly. "Take good care of him," I giggled like a schoolgirl and pressed my flushed face to it and felt his warmth. "You never know, you might get lucky before I have to go to work tonight." I winked and made a silly face and kissed him. 

Teddy groaned lustily. "Maybe we don't have to wait until tonight mom," He grinned sheepishly as he pulled the leg of his shorts up and showed off his cock. He stroked himself a few times to make sure I knew he was almost hard enough to fuck again. "I bet one of your hot blow jobs would get me ready again mom," Teddy lewdly suggested as he pulled on his cock.

I laughed and blushed a little as I watched him fist his cock; seeing a young man stroke himself always made me horny. I thought about it a moment before I shook my head no. I gave him a swat on his cute butt and told him, "Go say goodbye to your father. You don't want to be late for class. Your sister may need reminding that she has an 8:30 class too," I said as I took a step back and so that I wouldn't be tempted to take him up on his offer to let me blow him.

Teddy looked a little disappointed but gave me a big smile. "Ok mom, love you," He said as headed for the door. The leg of his shorts was still caught up above his dick and he couldn't resist turning around and offering one more time. "Are you sure mom?" He teased. "Are you sure you don't want to get down on your knees and suck me off?" He bawdy suggested. 

Teddy knew that if he told me to get down on my knees and suck him off I would have. I would have crawled across the floor and licked his ass or sucked him off or anything else he commanded me to do. We loved playing submissive games, especially in semi public places. Once Teddy had me suck him off at the beach while several young boys his age looked on and beat off on me. I was his slut and did what ever he asked. "You're tempting me honey," I clucked my tongue and licked my lips as I gazed at his delicious cock. I shook my head. "Go, get out of here." Amazing I thought, he just fucked me and he's almost ready to go again. "Tell you what I'll do honey; I'll give you a freebie tonight." I giggled. I felt like a young girl flirting with her boyfriend. 

"That's a deal mom," Teddy said grinning. We often joked like this, pretending he was a customer at the strip club. "I'm a little short of cash anyway."

"But not short of cock!" I joked. I watched as he walked shirtless across the backyard towards his father and sister. A warm rush surged through my body and I couldn't resist fingering myself as I thought about how good it had been to have my son's cock inside of me. He fills me up so nice I thought. 

  ***** 

"You're perfect daddy. Your cock fills me up so nice." I told him as I let myself sink down onto his long, thick prick. Even though we had been fucking for several years now, I still couldn't take all of him unless my pussy was really wet. I put my arms around his neck and slowly humped him, taking a little more cock with each downward motion. I rode him rhythmically, rotating my hips in little circles as we fucked. The scent of my fresh pee mixed with our fuck juices was intoxicating; I think I could have cum just from the aroma. I dug my bare feet into the wet grass and lifted myself up a few inches before I daringly let myself descend onto the full length of his cock. "Uhhhhhh, daddy, you're so deep inside of me," I told him and kissed him and slipped my tongue into his mouth and played with his. 

Daddy cupped my ass and lifted my body up and down on his cock. "Your pussy's as tight today as it was the first time I fucked you honey." He grunted as he let me drop down on his cock again. "And daddy loved having his little girl tinkle on him." It always turned him on when I talked like a little girl. "Did my little baby like it too?" He asked as he thrust his hips up, driving his cock deeper up my cunt.

I bit my lip and nodded my head. I couldn't answer immediately as an orgasm wracked my body. "Oh yessssssssss yessssssssss daddy! I loved it when you asked me to tinkle on you," I answered as I clenched my pussy muscles tight around his cock and rode him even faster. Talking about pissing on him opened my floodgates again. I let out one long, loud moan and then collapsed completely onto his cock. My cunt went through a dozen contractions before I was able control myself. I laid my head on his chest and tried to slow my breathing down. Daddy's hands were still around my ass and he rocked me back and forth, our body's one. He made me feel so special. After a few moments I looked into his eyes and smiled. "That was fantastic daddy," I softly laughed. "And I really liked tinkling on you," I told him as I wiggled my juicy ass over his cock. "It was so dirty, I loved it!" I told him and laughed again.

"I thought that's what you two were doing," My brother Teddy chuckled as he surprised the two of us. His cock was sticking out the leg of his shorts and he was slowly stroking it as he watched me fuck daddy. I thought it was pretty funny how Teddy always seemed to be playing with his cock. It probably didn't surprise him to catch the two of us fucking; it was a morning ritual he had seen many times. He often found us naked in the living room and hung around and watched. Sometimes he beat off as he watched daddy fuck me, other times daddy invited him to come closer and one of us sucked him off as we fucked. "I see dad caught you without panties again. Shame on you big sister! You're not much of a role model for your little brother," Teddy teased; mussing my hair as he openly stroked his cock. 

I looked sheepishly at him and grinned. "You have such a dirty mind Teddy." I said making no attempt to hide my nakedness or the fact that daddy was fucking me. I shifted my eyes to his cock smiled. "But seeing that you have such a nice big, hard cock, I forgive you." I giggled. 

"Good morning son," Ed Duluth greeted Teddy with a wide smile. He made a point to looking at where his own cock was located, unashamed that they had been caught fucking his daughter. "And yes, I was just talking to your sister about how she is dressed today." 

Ted laughed, "Looks like your doing more than talking dad." 

"Well it seems your sister needs to be reminded daily how naughty it is to leave the house without her panties." Ed chuckled and reached up under my dress and played with my tits. "She's a very special young lady but sometime she forgets, don't you honey?" Daddy laughed and I joined him in his little joke. 

"I'm just so forgetful daddy." I giggled. I couldn't take my eyes off my brother as he stroked himself. It made my mouth dry as cotton to watch my brother jack off and he knew it. "Can I do that for you Teddy?" I licked my lips in anticipation of having it in my mouth soon. I reached over and replaced his hand with mine and continued stroking it for him. His cock felt warm and sticky and I was pretty sure it was mom's pussy juices I was feeling. "Daddy was nice enough to remind me I forgot again," I playfully admitted. "Come closer." I told him. I wanted to get rid of his shorts since they were in my way. I used both hands to pull them down over his butt and then wrapped my hand around him again and slowly jacked him off as we talked. "Ohhh, such a nice hard-on Teddy," I said smiling at my brother. "Look daddy, Teddy seems to have the same problem you had; a hard cock and no where to put it!" I pulled him closer and ran my tongue over the soft head. "I have a place you can put it Teddy." I cooed as I ran my tongue over a drop of pre cum and smeared it over the spongy mushroom head of his cock and then into my mouth. "Want me to?" I offered. My mouth was ready and willing to take my brother's cock.




Dress Code



"Ahhh that would be awesome Amy," Teddy panted and gave a lusty moan as I seductively licked him and ran my hand up and down his long cock. "Mom tried to make it go away but as you can see, I still have a big problem," He said grinning from ear to ear. Teddy moved close enough so that the head of his cock was pressed against my lips. "Think you can handle it Amy?" He challenged. 

I sucked him a few seconds before pulling him out and smiling at him. "Oh I think I can handle all the cock you can give me little brother," I teased.

"I'm surprised you mother couldn't solve your problem." Ed groaned as he felt his cock come alive inside my cunt. "She's never failed me before." He said as he watched me fist Teddy's cock. Daddy never tired watching us fool around together. "I think your right about your sister though, she should be able to help you," He said as he watched me run my tongue over the head of Teddy's cock. Daddy shook his head and grinned. "Do you two realize how crazy you both make me?" 

I laughed. "We're supposed to drive you crazy daddy." To show him how crazy I wanted him to get, I pulled my baby brother to me and fed his cock down my throat and held him there. I swallowed him deep before pulling him out and smiling at my father. "Daddy, it's so cool that you like watching me suck Teddy off." I told him as I engulfed my brother's cock again and loudly sucked. My lips held him as I slowly bobbed my head back and forth along the length of his boner; all the while daddy's cock grew harder inside me.

"Suck him baby. Suck your brother's cock." Daddy said as he began pumping my cunt. He licked his lips as he jealously watched me blow his son. His cock grew and it felt like a long steel rod pushing up towards my throat. "I do love watching the two of you, especially while I'm fucking you honey." 

Teddy ran his fingers through my hair and let me take control of his cock. He loved it when I gave him blowjobs and it was always so hot when we did it in front of our father. It amazed him how slutty I could be at times. He made me promise to never change and that was an easy promise to keep. "Geez Amy, you really are a great cock sucker," He moaned and shoved even more cock down my throat.

I sucked him deep before I came up for air and smiled at him. I teased the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue before I licked his balls a few times. For fun I decided to tell him what daddy and I had just done. "Daddy and I just did something very kinky Teddy, what to know what we did?" I wanted him to ask me what we had done.

"What? What did you do?" He asked excitedly. He grabbed his cock and aimed it back at my mouth. He couldn't make up his mind if he wanted me to tell him what we had done or have his dick sucked. 

I let Teddy shove his cock back down throat and sucked him, letting him have his fun before I pulled him out and ran the wet cock head all over my face before I answered. "I peed." I told him and paused. "I peed on daddy. I sat right here on his lap and peed all over him. Isn't that wild?" I gloated, proud of what I had done. It was wild and nasty; I just knew Teddy would think so too.

Teddy groaned. "Far out! I thought I smelt something." He moaned and inhaled deeply, recognizing the scent coming from the two of us. He looked at daddy for confirmation.

Daddy laughed. "Your sister had a little accident." He said as he began thrusting his cock wildly into me again. 

"It was so cool Teddy and it wasn't an accident. Daddy asked me to do it." I readily admitted and held on tight as daddy fucked me harder. I shook with excitement as fucked me with fast short strokes. When I was finally able to continue I told Teddy more. "I just did it, I peed all over him. It went all over his cock and all over me and it got us so horny …….and well……you can see what happened next." I laughed naughtily. "Isn't that hot!" I couldn't help laugh like a little girl before I took his cock back in my mouth and tongued him from the tip to his balls.

I could see Teddy's mind racing wildly as he envisioned me pissing on daddy. The look on his face and the way his cock jumped in my mouth told me how excited and turned on I had made him. He wanted to try it too. He pulled his cock from my mouth and playfully slapped it across my lips, teasing me with it. "Would you let me pee on you Amy? Can I? He asked hopefully as he ran his wet cock across my lips.

I kind of hoped he would ask. I was more than ready for my own golden shower. Being pissed on and fucking daddy at the same time sounded so exciting. Besides, whom else but my brother would I want giving me my first pee shower? I grabbed his cock from him and held it to my lips and ran my tongue all over it. "Right now? Do you have to go?" I asked hopefully. 

Teddy's smile was a mile wide. "Yeah right now. Can I?" he asked hopefully. 

I stuck my tongue out and ran it over his cock slit to see if I could taste any pee. I didn't but it still excited me to think about him pissing on me. I rubbed his cock against my face and grinned. "Ok, but you're going to owe me big time." I licked the tip of his cock and smiled again. "But I think we should ask daddy's permission first. After all, he's going to get wet too." I correctly surmised. "Can he daddy?" I asked my father.

Daddy heaved his body up a little and thrust his cock further up my cunt and groaned. "Teddy, I'd love to watch you piss on your sister." I didn't know it at the time but daddy and mom often peed on each other and always wanted to involve us in their golden shower games. Daddy knew that if Teddy peed on me that he would get soaked too and from the way his cock was moving around in me, I knew it was driving him crazy. The combination of piss and sex was so exciting.

Teddy held his cock down and pointed it the general direction of my body. "Where?" He asked as he inched closer to me. He wasn't sure where I was going to let him pee. 

I knew exactly where I wanted him to start. "On my boobs." I directed him as I quickly pushed my dress down over my naked breasts. I squeezed my tits together and giggled. "Pee all over my tits Teddy," I breathlessly said as I waited for him to begin. "You can do it all over my boobs," I told him as I held them tightly together and gave him a big target to shoot at. 

"Far out, a titty shower!" He said as he aimed his cock at my boobs. It took him a few seconds to get his bladder to cooperate. My eyes were glued to the slit of his cock as I anxiously waited for my first golden shower. Teddy bent a little at the waist to improve his aim and the look of surprise on his face when he finally started pissing on me was priceless. In a flash his pee shot out and covered my naked tits. Teddy had a little trouble controlling his aim and not all of it hit my boobs, some of it hit my neck and wet my hair but I didn't care. "Holy smokes, this is hot!" He said as he showered my tits with his hot piss.

"Ahhh!" I shrieked, delighted beyond words as I got soaked in pee. "It's so warm!" I said surprised as his hot piss flowed over my boobs. Teddy moved his cock around and made sure every inch of my tits were hit by his hot urine. "Spray them Teddy. Pee them all over." I giggled uncontrollably. The sharp odor of ammonia was stronger now then when I peed on daddy. It was more pungent and more exciting. 

Teddy laughed as he continued to spray my tits. "Have to put out the fire." He joked. When he momentarily lost his grip on his cock, his pee shot all over my face. It soaked my hair, went into my eyes, which stung a little and then scorched my mouth as some got past my lips. "Oh shit, sorry Amy." He said apologetically.

"Don't worry about it." I squealed excitedly. I licking my lips and grabbed his cock and took charge. "I love it!" I told him. I intentionally aimed his hot stream at my open mouth and drank his warm pee. I swallowed quickly, enjoying the bitter taste that flooded my mouth. After a few gulps, I aimed his cock back to my breasts and luxuriated in the warmth of my piss shower. I watched in delight as it flowed all over daddy too. Being pissed on was such a turn on. Impulsively I aimed Teddy's cock at daddy and let it hit his chest and soak his chest. "Some for you too daddy," I laughed uncontrollably. I watched it splash all over him and run down into his crotch. "It's like a fire hose daddy!" I exclaimed and laughed as I aimed Teddy's cock at him.

"Oh geez!" Daddy said. "It is but it's not putting out my fire!" He exclaimed. I felt his cock stiffen in me. There was no stopping him now; his hot sperm filled my cunt. He grabbed me by the hips and jabbed his cock hard up my pussy and for the second time within minutes he filled me with his fatherly cum. "I love being pissed on." He muttered as he climaxed. 

"Me too daddy," I said as I let go of Teddy's cock and rode to my own orgasm. I ran my hands over her breasts, rubbing the warm pee into them and came again. I grabbed my nipples and gave them a sharp pull as I flooded my father's cock with my own cream. "I'm cumming daddy, I'm cumming too." I yelled and collapsed on his chest. I was spent and very happy.

"I can't stop!" Teddy said as he continued to piss on us. He hosed the side of my face and soaked my hair and then aimed it back at daddy. He hit him just below his chin before he was finally drained. Teddy staggered backwards, stunned and excited at what he had just done. He was of course still hard and immediately went right back to stroking himself. He was going to jack off and cum with us. "That was so hot Amy. I can't believe you actually let me pee in your mouth. You're so wild!" The awe and admiration in his voice spoke volumes. Teddy stood inches from m my face and pulled his meat, aiming it right at me.

I laughed at how happy and excited my brother was. "Anything for you little brother," Letting him piss on me and then drinking his urine was so fantastic, I loved it. I could see myself doing that again. Next time I wanted to hold him in my mouth and take all of it down my throat and then immediately suck him off. Pee was still dripping down my chin as I looked up at my brother. "You get a big reward for that little brother," I told him. I reached over and took his cock from him and guided him back into my mouth. I tasted his pungent piss and I savored the last drops as he stuffed his cock deep down my throat. Slowly, lovingly I sucked him. I tightened my lips around his shaft and played with his balls. I could tell Teddy was desperate to drop his load into my mouth and I was going to let him. I took my hand off his cock and let him face fuck me. Teddy grabbed my head and rapidly fed me his thick hard cock. He shoved all of it down my throat, bottoming out when his balls hit my chin. 

"Suck me Amy. I'm going to cum." Teddy hissed as he grabbed my ears and drove his cock between my willing lips.

"Let me help Amy." Daddy almost demanded. He reached over and took his son's cock from my mouth. "We both can suck him off." Daddy held Teddy's cock between our lips and we licked, kissed and took turns sucking his red-hot pecker. I didn't mind what daddy had done; I loved sharing my brother's cock with him. I had often seen the two of them sucking each other off, trading blowjobs as mom and I watched and cheered them on. It always made me feel a little sad though that it wasn't my mouth he was filling. 

"Yes dad, suck me! Suck me Amy!" Teddy cried as he let us share his cock. "I love it!" He told us as we took turns mouthing his yummy prick. He let daddy pull him close and I watched as he took him all the way to the base of his cock; daddy's nose was pressed against Teddy's stomach as he deep throated him.

I kissed the side of my father's lips as he swallowed my brother. I couldn't wait to get my turn again. From the sounds coming from Teddy, I knew he was close to cumming and I wasn't about to let my father have all the fun. I slipped my hand between Teddy's legs and worked my finger up between his tight buns. I used my middle finger and pressed it against his asshole. I pushed in until I had most of it up there. This always worked with daddy and I was confident that Teddy would love it too.

"Ah geeeez Amy!" Teddy cried and squatted a little so I could get more of my finger up his ass. "Do that, stick it up there and fuck my ass!" He grunted as he thrust his big boner into daddy's mouth. "I'm going to cum!" He shouted as the first blasts of his white-hot sperm explode from his cock and into daddy's mouth.

I tried to be patient but quickly became frantic. I wanted my share of my brother's cum. I had to take my finger from Teddy's ass but I knew he was too far-gone to care about that now. I forced him to turn towards me and his cock popped out of daddy's mouth and into mine. Some of his cum landed on my face and stuck there before I could get my lips around him. I quickly swallowed his thick, syrupy jism, letting it let it slide slowly down my throat. I held him deep and milked the last of his cum and my lips held him as he softened. I kept him in my mouth even after he stopped cumming and ran my tongue all over his cock head, looking for more sperm. "Oh I love doing stuff like this. Kiss me daddy." We shared a long hot kiss, swapping Teddy's cum as we frenched. 

Daddy finally broke our kiss and hugged me and waved Teddy close and included him in his embrace. "I love you both," he said. I sadly felt his cock soften inside of me. "But I swear you two are going to be the death of me." He laughed. Teddy and I joined him. 

"Well you won't die with a hard-on if we have anything to say about it dad." Teddy teased.

"No I guess I won't have to worry about that, not as long as you two are around," He said as he ran a finger up and down my wet slit. "My little girl sure knows how to milk my cock." He said as he teased my clitty. "Oh look what I found." He said as he wiped the drying cum from my face and licked it up. "Can't waist that." He said as he offered me his finger to finish off. I swear I felt his cock move inside of me. Daddy was amazingly still horny. 

"Mmm, thanks daddy." I said as felt him his cock move inside me.

"If you have time, I bet your mother would love it if you joined of us later." Daddy suggested as he played with my tits. Since I'm usually still home when she gets in, the three of us often have a hot little threesome before I have to get to class. 

"Oh daddy, I'd really love to, you know that but I have to get going. I have class in an hour." I stuck my lip out and pretended to pout. "And I should grab a shower first." I added. Even though I reeked of sex and piss I briefly contemplated skipping a shower and just putting on fresh clothes. So what if people wondered what I had been doing? I felt like a bitch in heat and really didn't care what people might if think if they caught a whiff of me. 

Daddy laughed and nodded, he understood. "Ok honey, I understand." He cupped my buns again and gave them a parting squeeze before he let me up. I heard and felt the soft plop as his cock broke suction from my cunt. I looked down between us and amazingly; his thick cock was still semi hard and stood straight up and away from his body. It waved handsomely in the sunshine; it had no shame. Daddy had just fucked me and then help suck off his son and was justifiably happy.

"I don't know how you do it daddy. We fucked twice, I know I felt you cum both times and still you're hard. Just look at all the cum leaking out of me," I marveled as I held my pussy lips apart and pointed to the white sticky river of cum running down my thighs. "How do you do it daddy?" I was in awe of him.

"Good genes I guess honey. It certainly got me lots of free beers when I was in college." He laughed good-naturedly and grabbed his cock and stroked it proudly.

"It's a shame to waste such a beautiful hard-on though." I told him as I bent over and lovingly gave it a full-mouthed kiss before engulfing his full cock again. I loved having my father's cock in my mouth; I just couldn't get enough of him. I ran my tongue over the fat mushroom head and planted a daughterly kiss on the head of his prick before I got up. I pushed my urine soaked dress off and let it drop before picking it up and lazily waked naked back to the house. The warm sun felt wonderful against my body. I decided I really did need a shower; my sticky thighs and pee soaked hair were even too much for me.

"Have a great day honey and we'll see you tonight. Give us a call if you're going to be late, ok." Ed looked to his son. "Teddy do you have to leave too?" He asked as sat back and relaxed in his lounge chair. He shamelessly stroked his cock and smiled at his son. He could see Teddy's eyes were glued to his hand and cock and that just made him all the hornier. He wished Teddy could stick around a little longer. Having your own son suck you off always made him cum buckets full.

"I have to get doing too dad." Teddy said but couldn't take his eyes off his father's cock. He loved sucking his father off and wanted to stay but he was going to be late if he didn't get going. "I don't have much time but I have time for this." He said as he knelt between his father's legs and took his huge cock in his mouth and sucked greedily. He tasted the combination of his sister's cunt; his father's cum and pee in his mouth. Teddy gently fondled his father's balls as he sucked him off. Up and down his head moved over the familiar cock. He held it deep, controlling his gag reflex before he reluctantly took his mouth away. Teddy planted a kiss on the head of it and stood. "Wish I had time for more dad. But I want you to think about something." Teddy turned around and pulled his cheeks apart and squatted over his fathers cock and held it to his asshole. "Maybe we can have a little fun tonight?" He suggested, hoping his father would like that. It had been days since he'd had his father's cock up his ass and he was looking forward to feeling him inside of him again.

"You've got a deal son," Ed said as nudged his prick against his son's tight asshole and smiled. "It's pretty nice that we both love sucking and fucking isn't it?" He said. He turned Teddy around and kissed him. Father and son's tongue's tangled and shared each other's savory juices. "You better get going or you're going to be late." Ed gave Teddy's ass a final little squeeze and a promise for later. "I can't wait to see you on your back and your legs open for me."

Teddy blushed and smiled. "I'd like that daddy. He stood up, out of breath. "Now if I can only get my pants over this," He laughed indicating his hard-on. Both men laughed and Teddy waved good-bye to his father. "See you tonight dad." Teddy wiggled his ass seductively as he too walked naked back to the house.