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Temptation's Confidence

By: a_bent_ampersand



Author's Note: This is the seventh part of a longer story. I have done my best to make this and each of its sister stories stand alone.

They were written in this order: Conquest,Contempt, Constant, Contrition,and now Confidence. 

*

Anne Marie was the receptionist at my job. I always thought her eyes were sad, but now I know better. They were dead in a general kind of way. She had very little expression. She had the eyes of a girl who knew the ending to your favorite mystery (and the plot twist hadn't amused her). Those eyes were different colors, by the way. One was green. The other was blue. Her brown hair went down her back all the way to the crack of her little boy ass. She had subtle breasts that only found cleavage with the help of the latest in bra tech. That girl's belly had done enough crunches to make any washboard jealous. Of course, I'm sure, she'd have had no idea what a washboard was.

She was known around the office for her fucking --not her trivia.

And she had fucked me. Only once. But it takes only once for a married man like me to fear for his marriage. The whole life I had built with my wife and daughter were in jeopardy because of one moral slip.

At least that's what Anne Marie wanted me to believe.

My daughter had already thwarted the blackmail. 

Yvette, my precious goddess, had brought to my attention the girl's interest in destroying me entirely. The pictures Anne Marie planned to use were now in my possession. The plan had been halted entirely and the reasons were simple.

Yvette wanted me to herself.

And I had given myself to her entirely. My prick, I guess, was offering enough to please my daughter. I had pleased her with a ferocious prowess I had never even given my wife. She'd seemed satisfied every time. And every time I had fucked my daughter, I'd agreed to all of her commandments.

I was to always respect her.

I was commanded to always defend her.

And I could never deny her.

These three promises had been easy to keep --even with my marriage tumbling away from me. I had obeyed my sexual superior and I had denied every other woman in the world. I had even denied my own wife sexually.

And now, weeks into the arrangement, I found myself crumbling. I was questioning my daughter's sexual methods and needs. I had observed on more than one occasion a smirk when I needed a kiss. She'd laughed when I needed something real. And she'd mocked me more than once. The taste of her piss was in my mouth and the smell of her ass rocked my nostrils.

I was hers to use and abuse.

I was questioning her rules. I wondered why she was allowed to fuck anything under the sun but I had to keep my mouth shut. I looked at her body, bronzed, blonde, blue eyed --perfect, pierced, tattooed --and thought about how I failed her as a father. I suddenly found myself wishing I could be a father and not a lover.

I wanted to save her.

There on the floor of the church, I stared down at her. I knew all of my thoughts were there in my eyes for her to see. That might have been why she wouldn't look at them. Both of us were damp with sexual ecstasy. My rod was still heavy inside of her folds, still drooling exhausted semen into the pool of her secretions. The blood was leaving my vein and in that breath, I said her name. 

When she ignored me, I repeated it.

"Yvette?" 

I wanted to be a father.

"This isn't another attempt to 'understand' me, is it?" Yvette asked. Her response was dipped in a familiar mold of irony as her naked breasts collapsed beneath my chest.

"Yvette... why are you like this?"

I felt my dick slip out of her pussy and onto the concrete floor of the church.

"Why..." Yvette whispered, "...are you like this?"

My eyes went to hers. I stared at her perfect blues.

"You should be better..." I managed to say.

"Maybe you should be better," she countered and in a flat second, she sat up and slapped her hands into my face.

I felt a sting in my nose as I fell onto my naked ass.

"Was it me?!" I shouted. My voice echoed across two scores of empty pews.

"You?!" Yvette countered, her voice could have shaken the pillars of hell. "You?! You... what? You made me start smoking? Made me lose my virginity? Kyle... are you asking me if every tattoo, every STD, and every other mark on me is your fault? Is that what you're asking?"

She clasped her naked knees between her naked arms and looked up at me.

This was the sort of confrontation I'd wanted to avoid --of course now that it was happening, I couldn't have imagined it going any other way.

"Am I a bad father?" I asked my naked, semen injected daughter.

"Are you asking me to forgive you?" She asked with a smirk.

"You know what I asked."

She snapped her fingers at her discarded, satin white dress. It had been left near the altar. I followed her unspoken command to the letter and retrieved the dress for her.

She stood up and looked at the ground, "dress me, Kyle."

Naked before God and all that's chivalrous, I found the right way to replace her dress. She stood there, motionless and uncooperative as I slipped the silky fabric over her amazing form. The fabric slipped over her enormous tits and it pinned the rings of her nipples to the tanned flesh. I felt the solid form of her stomach as the dress went down and down, stopping at her thighs.

"You. Kyle. Are a brilliant father." Yvette said. "You do exactly what I say."

She turned to face my blubbering, stupid eyes and she commanded me again.

"Get dressed," she said. "Carl is going to have me tonight."

Her words carried a sting. I wanted nothing to do with her latest sexual protégé. The man was a cowardly churchgoer who was ready to denounce everything he believed in for one opportunity to fuck my daughter. She was here to meet him and not me. I was her ride over and nothing more.

I grabbed my clothes and started to pull them on. I dressed in silence and Yvette swirled her thumb over her Ipod impatiently.

She'd left her purse on the marble alter. I heard the techno-music ringtone of her phone bursting out of the bag; the vibration that accompanied the sound seemed even ruder. I could see that she didn't hear her phone because her earbuds were blaring the same rap. I grabbed her purse and brought it to her. She seemed annoyed at first, but I soothed her with the universal sign for a phone call.

Immediately, she dropped a white earbud and placed the phone to her ear.

"Yeah?" She said as her hands dug around in her purse.

I couldn't hear much from the phone --it just sounded like a man.

"Well, where the fuck are you?" She mumbled as she placed a cigarette in her mouth. She glared at me to cue my lighter. I lit the post-coital cigarette for my daughter there in the church.

"Start again, Carl..." Yvette said as she turned her back to me. "...start with an apology."

She gave a short pause before she interrupted him: "You're sorry what?"

I realized she was waiting for him to use her title. I had no idea if it was "mistress" or "goddess" or even if it was just her first name. He corrected how he addressed her quickly.

"Fine. We'll do it there then..." She sighed smoke at the floor. "What's the address?"

She pulled a Sharpie out of her bag and turned to me. She wanted me to produce something for her to write on, but my pockets were empty. In frustration, she grabbed my arm and pulled my open palm to her. On my hand, in black marker, she wrote: 417 Corey Cove Drive.

"Yeah," she said, "give me forty-five minutes. You just keep her there."

She hung up her phone and looked up at me.

"You have to drive me to an apartment complex."

There she was again with another demand.

I wasn't allowed to deny her.

The drive over was a bit of a fog. My daughter said nothing. She only smoked and stared out the passenger side window. I let the radio keep me company. As we drove, I kept wondering if there was any way to break the contract with Yvette and maintain any sort of face or relationship with her. She had told me she could destroy me. I still couldn't tell if it was an empty threat or the vengeance of a jealous god.

"What apartment is it?" I asked Yvette when we got to the community.

She didn't hear me so I tapped her knee.

The look she gave me was total annoyance.

"Which... which apartment?" I repeated.

"Just..." she rolled her shoulders and closed her eyes. "...park by the pool."

I did what I was told. It was well after ten o'clock and all of the windows in all of the apartments were dark. The rainstorm from before had left the air wet with the scent of oil and the damp fog of pollution. Yvette stepped onto the wet ground and slammed her door.

I chirped my car locked.

She led the way to the pool. I stepped behind her, uncertain if I had any role to play in what she had planned. It felt very much like I was on the clock, waiting for the boss to send me home.

"Repeat my rules to me, Kyle," she breathed and placed her hands on the gate to the pool.

I was taken aback. She hadn't asked me to repeat them to her ever before. I didn't know if it was a reminder or some queer foreshadowing for what she had planned.

"Never deny you. Always defend you." I coughed. "Always respect you."

"And never judge me, right?" She looked over her white shoulder strap at me.

That was never a rule. "Yvette... that's not a rule."

"Really?" She seemed a little shocked. "Then I'm adding a new one."

My eyes must have registered some kind of protest because she cut me off, "...don't deny me."

I pursed my lips and she turned to face the pool.

"Open the fucking gate," she said a little too loudly in the serene setting of the sleeping apartment complex. I heard the heavy footsteps of Carl. He walked as clumsily as he spoke.

"You brought you... your father?" Carl said in his stuffy tone.

"Don't question me," Yvette said evenly.

The gate was opened and Yvette's high heels clicked across the stucko-painted concrete. I followed quickly, but was almost hit by the gate.

The pool was still, black, and looked a little cold.

For any real action, one had only to look at the hot tub. It bubbled full throttle. I couldn't make out the shape of the woman inside, but I assumed it had to be Nadia. Nadia was the woman Carl had to fuck in order to fuck my daughter --those were Yvette's rules.

Carl wore a polo shirt and shorts --the JC Penny catalogue for casual. I put my hand into my pocket and felt my near-empty pack of cigarettes.

"Did you bring the shit?" Yvette asked.

Carl nodded and indicated the table. There was a drinking glass best left for bourbon sitting there. Next to it was a syringe and a glass pipe. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I had always expected Yvette to be using drugs, but I had never seen it for myself. And like a good father, I had ignored any of the evidence that would lead to a further complication to our relationship.

Yvette went directly to the table and produced a tiny plastic bag from her purse. She set it down and opened it. Immediately, my baby girl bent over and examined the contents.

"Nadia?" She called as she prepped her crystalline drug.

The woman in the hot tub rose from the bubbles. She had black hair, wet, and cut to her chin. Narrow dark eyes set off her olive-toned complexion. She was a good deal taller than Yvette. She wore a bright red one-piece. I could barely make out the areola of each of her breasts. Her large nipples were pinned flat between each. Her tits reminded me of Angela's.

"Is that it?" Nadia asked. Her accent was distinctly Russian.

"Yeah," Yvette said. "This isn't dick dope. Better than what Carl showed you."

"Better?" She betrayed her excitement. "How much did it cost?"

Yvette snorted in response. Nadia was quite the comedienne, apparently.

"You don't pay?" Nadia asked the question like she was getting one on one time with Jesus himself.

"No, honey..." Yvette said and looked at her for the first time. "I don't pay."

"Nadia," Carl interjected. "This is Yvette. Yvette? This is Nadia."

Yvette looked at Carl. Her eyes widened at him and seemed to say, "Are you kidding me?" She then shook her head and turned her attention back to the drugs.

I tried not to watch her break up or mash or squeeze the drug in whatever way was appropriate. I just stared, limp and disapproving, but also in no shape to draw a moral line. She brought up a glass pipe. Her hands went to her purse and an instant later she had a lighter --a complicated lighter. Propane.

Immediately, she offered the glass pipe to Nadia. The Russian took the glass into her hand and she also took the lighter that Yvette held limply.

I stood on the pool deck and watched Nadia light the end of the glass pipe.

I took in the scene as she inhaled crystal meth in front of at least two total strangers. I looked at Yvette and rubbed my palms together. I sought any form of distraction I could. My daughter wasn't looking at me, so I looked back at Nadia.

Nadia breathed from the flame and she exhaled. The smell was a nearly pleasant plastic burn.

My eyes turned back to my daughter. Her smirk was lighthearted and nothing about her eyes betrayed anything for all of us. "What do you think?" She said lightly, her open palm was ready to see the glass pipe returned.

"Outstanding," Nadia said with a brogue so thick with Russian that I had to think twice to realize what she'd just said.

"Outstanding, yeah," Yvette chewed. "Like getting into heaven's outstanding."

Yvette's glassy eyes had zeroed in on me. I realized that I hadn't noticed. She stared at me with her lips flatly amused. "Have a seat, daddy..." 

I just swallowed and looked at her.

She patted the pool chair right in front of her. "C'mon..."

I did as I was told. As I approached, Yvette kept her hand out to Nadia. She still waited for the glass pipe and the lighter.

"Is that really your father?" Nadia asked, obviously feeling high.

I sat down and Yvette stood right in front of me with her thighs apart.

"Lift it, daddy," she cooed as she raised the glass pipe to her lips. I ran my hands up the outside her thighs. My fingers pressed the white satin upward, one side higher than the other. The other side was quickly catching up. My baby stood before me, her pussy the right height to tongue, nuzzle, or sniff. Bald and beautiful. With her legs apart, I could see her plump, perfect lips pout at me.

"You let your father see you... naked?" The Russian asked again.

"What a moral point you just made, Nadia... you do go to church afterall!" Yvette grinned down at me. "I'm sure that makes you uncomfortable. I'm sure it makes Carl uncomfortable... so... Carl? In my purse. Throw him the red panties."

The panties struck me in my lap.

"Help me get dressed, daddy..."

I leaned forward and she raised one foot to hook into the red fabric. She raised the other right away. I didn't know what her game was. I just obeyed as best I could. 

I looked up at her as I raised her g-string red panties up her calves.

That was the moment she was waiting for because started the propane burn beneath the pipe and brought the heated crystal into her lungs. She blew the plastic plume down at me with a sigh of euphoria as I dragged the string of her panties over her pristine thighs. 

I covered her pussy with the red panties.

"Are these panties dirty... daddy?" She asked me, the glee in her eyes reflected the chemical hard at work.

"I don't know, sweetie..."

She stepped closer to me.

"Smell them for me then..." She hissed, offering the pipe back to Nadia.

I leaned forward and pressed my nose to the silken material that covered the glorious dime of her clit. I inhaled her lightly and wondered if now would be the time to stop. 

"Go on, daddy..." she whispered. Her voice was wet, almost hypnotic. The spell she was floating in was intoxicating me. "Deeper. Smell me more."

The whiff of the silk was profoundly dirty. Sweat from before. A hint of days old piss filled my lungs. But I felt my heartbeat accelerate.

"That's it," she sighed and pressed her pubic bliss into my face. She began to fuck against my nose. I could feel her pussy's widening folds part over my nose through the fabric. "...oh daddy...you're making it smell better now, aren't you..." Her voice shook, a mixture of sexuality awakening and crystal meth flowing.

She was right. I could smell the juices of her dank pussy as they saturated the material and the tops of her thighs. The texture of the panties felt damp against my nose as the unlaundered scents mixed with the fresh discharge of her horny hole. The material was fluid now, stretched and pulled from side to side. The fresh fuck of my own semen was evident in her taste now as she swabbed my cheeks with her fleshy pubis lips.

"Is he really your father?" Nadia asked, high and fascinated.

"Oh yes..." Yvette mumbled and her hands went to the back of my head. "I am his... begotten... his precious little baby girl..." And then she looked over at Nadia and Carl. "...but I'm the parent..."

She laughed at this conclusion. Her laughter and the taste of her arousal forced my blood to the helmet of my cock. I felt it throb between my thigh and my jeans. I felt its growth spurts as each sniff, taste, and feel of her nimble nectar brought me closer and closer to a full gorging erection. 

"Oh daddy... my sweet, sweet boy..." She grumbled down at me.

"Why..." Nadia's morality was starting to sound strangely sober. "...why do you do this with your father?"

"Show her, Carl..." Yvette giggled.

"Show her what?" He said, unable to look at her.

"Show her your limp dick..." Yvette moaned as my tongue forced the fabric into her sopping pussy. I tongued the g-string into my mouth and pulled her panties down with my teeth. Once they were wrapped around her knees, I let go and licked my way up every stain until I could tongue the source again. My hands went right up to her ass cheeks and I gripped her hard. I wished I could push my entire face into her --just so that I might drown in Yvette's ever widening fuck fountain.

I felt one of her hands leave the back of my head. The hand that still held me gripped my hair hard and jerked my face against her. In that second, she granted my wish. I couldn't breathe anything but her juices. In that fantastic second, I wished for her to smother me to death with her taste in my nose.

"Hey!" She shouted. "I'm not fucking around... Carl... drop your pants and show her." I looked up to see her snap her fingers at the church dick. She wasn't looking at me. Only after she had commanded him did she lessen her grip on me.

I fell back into my chair with a gasp.

Nadia burned the pipe and turned to face Carl.

Now all of us looked at him. Yvette slinked into my lap and wrapped a lazy arm around my neck. She didn't weigh anything at all, my baby girl. I held her nineteen-year old form against me. My face was slick with our combined dribble. She grabbed my hand and forced it between her legs. Her thighs rocked and forced the tips of four fingers into her prick pleasing pussy.

But both of us watched Carl.

He did what he was told to do and dropped his shorts. He knew enough to drop his underwear right away. With his drawers and shorts around his ankles, Carl looked at the ground.

Yvette's laugh sounded almost like a melody as she pointed at Carl's inferior cock. I'd seen it before. There was nothing impressive about it, but it seemed especially defeated there in the cool night air.

"See what I mean?" Yvette coaxed Nadia.

"That's not kind to laugh," Nadia objected. With uneven footing, she turned to face my daughter and I. "That is the penis God gave him."

"That is the penis God gave him," Yvette impersonated Nadia's Russian accent. That made her laugh again and then she snapped her fingers at Carl.


Temptation's Confidence



"Preacher man. Bring me my cigarettes and a lighter."

I watched as Carl went to her purse and the whole time he didn't step out of his pants. I was amused as I watched him comply. I brought my lips up to Yvette's ear and she rubbed her earlobe against my teeth.

"Are you sure you want that dick?" I whispered.

She chuckled lightly as she fucked my fingers. I heard her gasp as her swollen clit kissed my thumb knuckle. "Oh... daddy, you know me better than that..." she whispered back. Her words and tone spooked me just a little.

Carl had arrived with her cigarette and lighter. She opened her mouth and he set it between her lips. And then he lit it for her. He turned to leave but Yvette grabbed his arm.

"No stay there." She urged.

Yvette bit down on her cigarette as she rearranged herself on my lap so she could undo my pants.

"Nadia... now look..." I felt her hand grip my aching snatch shooter. She pulled me out for Nadia to see. It was solid, proud, and thick with veins. And it was obviously much larger than Carl's. Her hand stroked it familiarly. "...I mean... why wouldn't I fuck my own father?" 

She blew smoke in Nadia's direction.

"How big is your husband's?" Yvette asked. My fingers pushed inside of her and she grinded against them. She talked and pleasured herself. And she pleasured me too. I felt her fingertips as they traced the fleshy veins of the stalk.

"Somewhere in the middle right?" Yvette joked when Nadia said nothing.

Nadia approached the three of us. As she got closer, she bowed her head. I wondered if Nadia was too high for Yvette's mind games. I wondered if Yvette had created another true believer.

The answer came when Nadia bent toward Yvette and pressed her full lips against hers in a lewd and very deep kiss. The kiss was lazy as the Russian probed Yvette's open mouth with her tongue. "So nice," she husked against my daughter. "Your skin is so nice..."

"Then suck my tits, bitch..." Yvette hissed into her lips.

Yvette let go of my cock and she used both hands to pull her dress down and expose each of her plump charms in turn. Nadia's head went down, completely wrapped in my daughter's thrall. As Nadia's nose nudged one nipple ring, Yvette thrust her tongue into my mouth.

I could taste the sensation of her high. It was laced with nicotine. The kiss was slow and deliberate. I could feel her press the skin of her cheeks against the prickly hairs of my unshaven face. She wrapped her hand around my fuck stick again and pulled. I could hear the slurp of the Russian as she sucked those fine tits.

"What should I do?" Carl asked.

"Just get your pencil dick hard," Yvette spoke into our lewd kiss.

I certainly didn't want to watch Carl pulling on his pud, so I just closed my eyes and gave into my daughter's ministrations. I had let her seduce me again. She had slapped me down. She had made me forget all of the distant madness I'd felt less than an hour ago. I didn't want to be her father anymore. I wanted to be her little bitch. I wanted to squeeze and suck and fuck her perfect tits. I wanted to pound the shit out of her pussy. I wanted to run my tongue over every ounce of flesh that made her sweet ass.

"I want to kiss you down there..." Nadia spoke from a distant fog.

Yvette removed my well-fucked fingers from her dripping twat.

"I want you to do that too," Yvette said as she broke our kiss. "But you have to do something for me first." I knew what was to come. Yvette was about to give Nadia the official order. She would make her fuck Carl so that she could have the real prize of kissing her pussy. 

"Anything," Nadia whispered.

Yvette flicked the ash from her cigarette onto Nadia's forearm.

"I want you to fuck Carl."

I looked at my daughter's eyes. They were stone serious.

"Why?" The Russian asked.

"Because it will make me happy."

"But I don't want to."

"Too bad," Yvette said above a whisper. "You can't be moral and taste my pussy. You can't be true to your husband and have me too. You will please another man. A not-your-husband-man."

"I won't like it." Nadia stood up unbalanced.

"You don't have to... just let him use you. He wants to. Very much." Yvette put her legs out and leaned her head back. This new position put her back across my lap and exposed her chest to the stars above. "Here, watch me, Nadia... Carl?"

Carl approached her and my daughter squeezed her tits together. "...fuck my tits."

I was appalled. I didn't want to see Carl's limp dick, as it got hard between my sweet baby's tits. But I was a prisoner.

Carl straddled Yvette's face and dipped his little flock right where he'd been told. The nub of it grew harder as it slipped between her tightly held breasts. Yvette breathed heavily, "...oh Carl... you're fucking me tonight... did I tell you..? Don't you know..?" Her words seemed to make him even harder and he groaned some as he grew even more. "...just gotta do one thing... I'm sure you remember..."

"Yeah," Carl grunted.

Nadia looked at me. I was thankful to have something else to look at --other than the scene in my lap.

"You're gonna do it for me, right..?" Yvette hissed.

"Just..." Carl gulped and fucked my daughter's tits with more force. "...say...when..." The chair shook with his effort.

"Don't come on my tits, jack ass... don't come yet." Yvette let her breasts drop away from his cock and Carl backed off with a severe hard on.

Nadia looked at Carl. His cock was now as hard as it could get. She then turned and cast her green eyes down at me. Her jaw went slack when she really gazed at my own offering. I could see the hunger in her meth-bathed eyes.

"I would much, much prefer..." her accent was thick with lust.

"Take off your bathing suit," Yvette said and she sat up in my lap properly.

Nadia obeyed and I stared as those breasts that fell forward. They really were a lot like my wife's. They were fatter than Yvette's. The nipples stood out proudly on each. She peeled the suit down even further. Her stomach had a bit of a pouch. Below the pouch was a full, thick mound of pubic hair. She let the suit fall down.

"Straddle him," Yvette ordered as she indicated me with the flick of her bangs. She then ordered Carl, "suck my tits, preacher."

Nadia looked so grateful.

I was shocked beyond belief. This was totally against the rules. Yvette had made it very clear that my cock would only ever slam into one pussy and one pussy only. Was she really that high? Had she changed her mind? Was this some new weird way for her to get her kicks? Was she testing me?

One olive skinned leg raised up and over my head. The other was planted firmly on the ground. I gave Yvette a look that must have looked like a plea. I could see Carl's stupid face nuzzling her beautiful mounds. He squeezed each of them in turn as he sucked. 

Yvette only stared at my eyes. The greatest poker face I had ever seen. She then licked the palm of her hand slowly. With a smirk, she reached down between Carl's legs. I could hear the slap of small meat as she gave him a hand job. Her other hand, meanwhile, worked my meat in the same pattern.

Yvette jacked off both of us as I stared at her unemotional face.

"Don't suck her tits," Yvette suddenly barked at me as she raised my erection to meet Nadia halfway.

"Oh..." Carl moaned, lost in the bliss of my daughter's hand.

I looked up at Nadia as she lowered herself toward my hard on. I chanced a glance at Carl. He had stopped what he was doing with my daughter's breasts. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on the feelings in his cock. That earned him a smack in the back of the head from Yvette. He went back to licking her tits. I knew by Yvette's rules that the best thing for me to do was to sit and let whatever she wanted to have happen. A protest would be a denial.

She so hated being denied.

I couldn't believe that somehow my penetration of Nadia would work with Yvette's rules. My mind raced through all of the possible angles. The only conclusion that I could come to was that I had somehow pissed her off at the church. This was how she would let me go. I was going to be kicked out of service. A fuck with Nadia was a fuck for freedom.

All at once I was sad and elated.

I felt the fleshy lips of Nadia's clenched pussy touch to the tip of my torch. Pre-cum flooded from the head on contact. I closed my eyes with one part resistance and two parts ecstasy.

And then Yvette spoke.

"Oh no," she mocked. "Nadia? Your pussy's not wet enough for a real cock." She pulled my meat down and away from the Russian pussy. "I guess you'll just have to fuck a little one!" Her tone was apologetic --the sort of voice she'd use to make fun of her favorite sitcom when she was little. I caught a glimpse of her laughing eyes before her arrogant, confident face turned away from me. I could hear her slurp on Carl's cock.

I looked at Nadia's face. She was not happy. Nobody likes being the butt of a joke. I would have related to her, but I'd lost my pride a long time ago.

Nadia removed herself from her position and turned her back to us. She unceremoniously grabbed her bathing suit. "I am done playing these games," Nadia slurred.

As if meeting a cue, Yvette raised herself up from Carl's cock and spoke the magic words.

"Alright, preacher," Yvette hissed. "Take her."

Carl ran to Nadia and pushed her to the ground. The force was brutal. His horniness had granted him an unbridled measurement of strength. I heard Nadia cry out as her face slammed into the concrete of the pool. The force of the attack, I thought, even surprised Carl because he blurted, "I'm sorry."

That was the game? Get everyone worked up enough to stage a rape?

"Don't apologize you little bitch!" Yvette called out. "Put it in her!"

Carl straddled Nadia's thighs. One hand pinned her back down. His other hand brought his little thing up to the crack of the Russian's ass. And then he scooted himself down and up against her. I watched as he used a knee to separate her thighs. 

"No!" Nadia shouted and she reached behind herself. Carl instantly grabbed her hair and pulled it. The sheer pain of his tug caused Nadia to reach for her head with both hands. And then he was free to do it. I saw his pale dumb ass thrust forward. He tore his little prick into her dry pussy.

I couldn't believe that the sight of it sickened me. I'd thought Yvette had numbed me to all normal feeling.

"Hey," Yvette said to me quietly.

"Yeah?" I tore my eyes away from the scene.

"You would've fucked her, huh?"

Her blue eyes held back a storm.

"I don't know, my love... I thought you wanted me to."

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Hey," she repeated.

"What?"

"I would never want you to."

I felt my head hang and I couldn't look at her. She leaned forward and forced me to look at her. Her hair very nearly touched the concrete floor. "What am I going to do about that?" I could see the evil in her eyes as she formulated some fucking plan. In that moment, I was just sorry enough to pay any price... 

Nadia called out as Carl fucked her from behind.

The sound caused Yvette to look at the two of them with adoration. A smile spread across her lips that reminded me of Angela's when Yvette had brought home straight A's. 

She had turned a preacher into a rapist.

Yvette stood up and walked over to Carl as he fucked Nadia. As she walked, my daughter shed her dress completely and left a white satin trail on the ground. She fussed Carl's head as he continued to plow his Russian heartthrob. The voice of Nadia cried in the darkness.

"Good, Carl..." Yvette sneered.

She then approached Nadia's face and knelt down. She rubbed the woman's hair and cooed softly to her, "shh... it's okay... this is better... it's better... see how much better... you like it... stop acting like you don't..."

My daughter then fell flat onto her ass and spread her legs before Nadia. "Lick me... lick me now you beautiful whore..." Nadia's face was wet with tears and blood from her nose. Yvette continued her affectionate strokes as she guided Nadia's face to her pussy. "I want your blood on me..." she whispered. "Put your blood on me." She pointed at her thigh. "I want it here." She pointed at her snatch. "And I want here too... c'mon... c'mon..."

Nadia sniffled and did as Yvette coaxed her.

I listened to Carl's heavy breath as he approached climax. The Russian's ass rose and fell in a sexual rhythm... only too happy to fuck now.

I watched my daughter lean back onto her elbows as she fucked Nadia's face.

I saw Nadia feeding on Yvette's generous pussy.

My daughter's church was in session and everyone was a believer.

I wasn't sure how I felt about the scene. The blood. The tears. The rape. The genius. The pure evil of Yvette and how she got her way with every being intimidated me completely. As I watched them, my cock went limp and I realized that it was possible for Yvette to destroy me.

I realized that I would never have a chance.

I knew that I would never see it coming.

I had certainly never seen this coming.

I stood up with unsure feet and I hastily buckled my pants.

"I'm coming!" Carl yelled.

"Not... in... me! Not... in... side... of... me?!" Nadia moaned back at him.

"Do it inside her, Carl... make a secret with her..." Yvette cooed.

Carl pulled out of Nadia's pussy and shot his white seed all across the small of her back. I watched Yvette frown and pull away from Nadia's mouth. 

She folded her arms and glared at Carl.

"I'm sorry... I couldn't..." The bastard sounded like he might cry.

"That's okay," Yvette said and she got on her hands and knees. She crawled toward Carl with the swank movement of a predator cat. "Stand up, I want to suck it for you now." Carl did as he was told and I watched my golden haired daughter move closer and closer in order to reward the cocksucker for not having any balls. I knew that she was already working out a way to punish him. I just hoped she wasn't planning to bite off his little thingie.

Carl groaned as Yvette slipped his limp dick into her mouth. She dropped her face down and brought her lips back up. She rubbed Nadia's juices from his ripper all over her cheeks and nose. I could see that the little prick was harder already. Yvette was very good at that.

Nadia was naked and on her feet. She looked for the meth pipe.

I really wanted to leave. I felt more unclean than I ever had. The things I had seen had shaken me in ways I'd never believed possible. I was horrified, but rooted to the ground. I just stared in disbelief as Yvette showered her best moves on Carl's tiny dick.

"That's thing about rape, my friend," Yvette slurped. "It makes your cock bigger and harder... see?" She raised his rod up for him to see and she licked it up and down with slow, strokes of worship. I saw the drool betray her lust. "Now... I want you to put your hands behind my head and I want you to slam my face with this shooter. Fuck my face. And don't hold back." She bared her teeth. "Think of your own daughter if you have to."

Nadia approached the two of them as Carl started to slam his cock into my daughter's mouth. His knuckles were white as he gripped her hair with a strength that he probably didn't even know he had. He grunted and gritted his teeth. I could hear the wet churning of the saliva in Yvette's cheeks as she pleasured him. I listened to her moans and swallows.

"Hey..." Nadia said, "...I think this needs more."

She showed the pipe to Yvette.

Yvette pushed her head off of Carl's knob, the sloppy string of her wet kiss whipped from the tip and slapped against her chin. "Jesus Christ, you dumb slut! Can't you see that I'm busy?!" 

She then rubbed her nose all over Carl's bobber with intense appreciation. "I'm going to have to lay down the law with all of you," she smoldered her words. She then spit on Carl's dick twice. She subserviently stroked his cock to keep it hard.

"We need more."

"The shit's on the table, retard. Just put some more in it."

Nadia went toward the table. She was a little high and a little fucked when she walked. It was like I was watching a movie I couldn't look away from. My daughter brought me back to earth.

"Daddy?" Yvette sighed at me. "Be a darling and mix some of that shit at the table into some water and put it in the syringe for me?" She looked at me with those distant eyes that could command erections and fear in me. As she looked at me she jacked off Carl. "Just use that bourbon glass to mix it together."

I blinked my non-understanding and joined Nadia at the table.

It looked like she'd figured out how to work the pipe. I was shocked to see she was looking me in the eye. There was still blood around her nostrils, but it didn't look broken. I suddenly wanted to be invisible. I wanted to be a faceless servant to these people. I wanted to work for the apartment community. I wanted any life but this one.

"It's okay," Nadia said lowly. "I liked it. I like her. I want to be her. Do you think I could?" Her eyes reflected true love for my daughter.

I didn't know what to say to that so I just grabbed the white shit and tossed into the glass. I poured water into the glass and picked up the syringe. There was no needle to be found. I hoped against all hope that there was no needle and that I wasn't going to help my daughter shoot up. I didn't even know if I had a threshold, but I suspected that if I did... I was close to breaking it.

I quickly stirred the water and crystal together and pulled back the plunger on the syringe. Nadia left me there to my own devices and walked over to the motionless hot tub.

"Turn on the bubbles! Retard!" Nadia called out as she waded into the water. I frowned. Obviously, the Russian bitch was trying on her Yvette training wheels.

I took the syringe up into my hand and flipped the stupid knob for the stupid bubbles to do its stupid thing and then I breathed out.

I held the syringe up and examined my work. The stuff seemed to be effectively mixed.

Carl looked at me. His face had the biggest shit-eating grin on it. He stared at me like he owned me. The whole while he fucked my baby girl's face. When he saw me look at him, he fucked her even harder. I could see her cheeks expand and relax which each of his sinister thrusts. Her golden locks were a tangle in his greedy fingers. The bastard looked like he wanted to laugh out loud.

I approached them.

"Here's your," I wouldn't say the word 'meth.' "I didn't see a needle."

Yvette's mouth and throat was all gurgles and swallows. She then popped herself off of Carl's cock and panted up at me, "...it's okay... don't need one..." she then looked up at Carl. "...damn, preacher... you're good at fucking face these days..." She put her hand on his wet cock and jacked it off while she looked between us.

He went to speak, but I spoke first.

"So here it is, anyway." I could hear the anger in my voice.

"Daddy, don't sound all pissed off. I told you Carl was going to fuck me tonight." She smirked at me and still cranked the tool that wasn't mine.

"Okay, I just..."

"Alright," she sat on her legs and looked up at both of us. "This is what's going to happen. I am going to raise my ass up toward the sky. Carl, you hold my leg to balance me. Daddy? You shove that plunger up my ass and shoot it, cool?"

It wasn't even close to cool for me.

"Is this it? Is this my punishment for almost fucking Nadia?" I demanded.

Yvette blinked at me and her lips curled into disgust, "No, daddy... that happens right after you do this."

Carl chuckled.

Yvette glared at Carl, "I don't know what you think's so funny cause your punishment's coming up next, you little bitch. When you fuck my pussy you sure as hell better come inside it. You pull some coward shit like that --I will have your ass. Don't believe me? Ask my dad! Get me?"




Temptation's Confidence



"Yes... yes ma'am."

"Faggot," Yvette sighed her frustration and shook her head as if she couldn't believe her ears. She then spoke to herself as if none of us were around. "Fuck it. Forget it. You're getting a booty bump, Yvette. Thank Christ." Then she looked up at us both with a look of glee. "Okay, here I go!"

She pressed herself into a handstand and spread her legs out to a perfect "T". Carl grabbed her leg just as he was instructed to. His cock bobbed close enough to Yvette's mouth, so she giggled and licked its tip. I hesitated. Her ass was nearly at eye level and I just stared at it. Perfectly bronzed. Totally in shape. The sort of thing you wanted to lick and fuck.

"Go on, daddy..." She blew on Carl's cock.

I touched the plunger to the niche between her pussy and her asshole.

"Spray a little on my cute little star first, daddy... make it a little bit wet. First." She spoke from below. Her hair was spread out across the ground.

I swallowed. I weighed this against any possible punishment she had in mind for me. This was the most fucked up thing she'd ever had me do. More so then drinking her piss. I doubted that she could think of anything worse. Of course that wouldn't be the first time I'd underestimated her.

I squeezed some onto her dirt hole and my daughter hissed her approval. I then forced the plunger into her. I pushed it slowly through the resistance of those droopy wrinkles. I heard Yvette groan a long, appreciative moan. Each little bit of the plunger invited a sharp breath from her. I pressed it as deeply as I could. And once it was far enough in, I pressed the plunger down.

Yvette sighed and shook visibly. I slid the device from her ass. "Okay..." she breathed. "...put me down..."

Carl lowered her down. His ramrod was still as hard as hell.

My daughter hugged her knees to her chest and she laid on her side. She stroked the concrete with her cheek. Obviously whatever the drug did for her, it was doing it.

"Carl..." she said with lazy ease, "...I know you want this pussy... but you pulled out of... Nadia..." she made a sucking sound with her teeth. She brought out her hands and gave him a shame-on-you gesture. "No pussy for you... you're going to fuck my ass instead. Pussy another day."

She then opened her eyes to look at me. She looked like she was about to tell the greatest joke in the world... if only she could remember it. A burst of laughter escaped her throat and she shook her head at the voice inside of her head. She opened her mouth to speak, but she realized she had to start again. She pushed her cheek out with her tongue and marveled at me. She had made her decision on my punishment.

Everything on my face must've betrayed how I felt because she mock-glowered up at me and pouted. "Daddy... daddy... your punishment is..."

She giggled and interrupted herself.

"Hey, daddy... seriously now..." I watched her eyes adjust as she fought her brain on getting to the business at hand. Her voice then sounded stone sober. When she spoke, it was as if the words were licked from the air by her tongue. "I know you don't like Carl. What you're going to do... is... is... is... guide his cock into your daughter's ass using your own hand."

She then got onto her hands and knees with some effort. She bounced her ass up and down to some unheard beat as she backed toward us.

I wanted to throw up. I couldn't believe this was the horror she'd come up with. I hadn't even broken any of her dammed rules and she wanted to punish me anyway. She had to prove that she owned me. And worse, she had to make sure that somebody I deeply despised was involved in this shame.

I couldn't let her win everything. This level of humiliation and degradation had to have something for me in it. At that moment, all I really wanted was to be away from them. All of them.

"I do this, then I leave..."

"I have no problem with that, you're such a party pooper anyway. No pun intended." She snorted at her joke. "Go on daddy, it's just like the plunger... only smaller... and a little more gay." She giggled hysterically at that.

I eye-balled this guy's dumb little gobstopper. It grew out of a thick, mangy patch of pubic hair that was a nightmare to look at. It was barely longer than my pointer finger and about as thick as a magic marker. I looked the guy in the eye.

He seemed totally amused.

I'm sure he saw the rage behind my eyes.

I reached out and grabbed the little prick. The silky smooth skin reminded me of pissing in the cold. My other hand felt for the moisture of the meth shot I'd given her. Just because I was doing this didn't mean I was going to watch. No way in hell.

I tugged Carl's pickle toward my daughter's ass and guided the head into her brown spot.

I didn't look down to see what I was doing, I only stared him in the face.

I could hear Yvette moaning in the distance as he penetrated her.

I removed my hand and let him do the rest.

It was like a staring contest --dumb smirk against absolute frown.

He looked like he was about to say something when I brought my fist up and slammed him straight in the nose. "There you go, bitch!"

I then turned away and went for the gate.

"Fuck you, daddy!" Yvette shouted.

"Didn't say I couldn't hit him," I shouted back at her.

"He's having my ass right now! Daddy! Daddy! This little dick is fucking your daughter's ass right now!" Yvette's taunts then switched gears. She mocked me, "oh! Why won't he stop? Why won't he stop?!" Her shouts faded into laughter.

I slammed myself into my car and started the engine without thinking. I sped out of the parking lot without using my seatbelt. I screeched onto the main road and four blocks went by before I remembered to turn on my radio.

It wasn't the first time she'd screamed at me.

I knew that everything I had done had been compliance to her rules. I had obeyed her. I had taken her punishment and I had taken it like a man.

I slammed my fists on my steering wheel and screamed at my windshield.

I was emotionally exhausted. My breathing rocked. I could feel tears running down my cheeks. Poor little old pervert. I was angry with myself for betraying my instincts at the church.

I had been ready to walk away. I had been ready to shelve my sweet girl's pussy for the opportunity to help her. I'd wanted to do something for her. I had wanted to save her.

I couldn't keep the moral coil up long enough to stop her.

I could see her whole plan with Carl unfold in my mind's eye. Carl didn't know how to get Nadia and Yvette had suggested drugs. Somehow he got her curious enough about it that she did those drugs and then wanted more drugs. But she wasn't ready to put out so Yvette said she'd help out. But it wasn't enough for Carl to have sex with someone fucked up on drugs. It had to be rape. She needed to completely re-write Carl into something he wasn't --only then could she possibly fuck him.

I knew she'd done the same to me.

I'd gone from a man with average morality to ignoring my marriage, tonguing my own daughter's ass, and touching the flesh stick of a man I hated. All of those things got Yvette off and those are the things I was thinking about when I pulled up to my house.

I got out and chirped my car locked.

I pulled my cigarettes out of my pocket and went to light one.

All at once I spit it out and threw the pack out to the street. I had to defy her. She had gotten me to smoke again after such a long time. Well, at that moment, I decided to take something back. I decided to take back my choice and be a non-smoker again. 

I climbed the steps to the porch, feeling almost satisfied, and let myself in.

In the living room, I could make out the shape of my wife.

Angela slept in her upstairs blanket. She had nicknames for lots of household items. There was a downstairs blanket for reading and an upstairs blanket for reading. I didn't know why she'd brought the other blanket down, but I knew she wasn't in her right mind these days.

Once I started fucking our daughter, I'd frozen her out of the marriage bed. I had made excuses. I had turned her down. I had sided with Yvette and had undermined her role as mother maybe one too many times.

I fell heavily onto the couch. I could hear the air zip in and out of her nose.

She stretched unconsciously and her feet went into my lap. I could see she was wearing the green pajama pants that I'd gotten three Christmases ago. The fabric was light to the touch so I ran my hand up and down her calf. I drew little circles on the soft fabric as I traced the circles higher and higher. I went over the backs of her thighs and I finally got to touch that most familiar part of a wife's backside. That place between the ass cheek and the top of the thigh.

So I gave it a squeeze.

"Hey..." she murmured with her eyes still closed. "Going up?"

That was the code she used when she knew I was leaving her for the bedroom and leaving her out on the couch. It also said, "please don't go."

"No..." I whispered and itched my nose. I could smell Yvette all over my hand. I realized that our sex dander was all over my face as well. "I think I'm staying here."

"That's nice..." Angela whispered. Her mind was a fog of anti-depressant pills. She'd been on those awhile.

I lifted the upstairs blanket up and stared at her green, silk covered ass.

My cock stirred. I felt my heart skip a beat.

I didn't want to fuck her.

I wanted to make love to my wife.

My hands squeezed her ass through her pajamas and I gripped them and pulled them down. Angela's ass was a woman's ass. It reflected a bit of age, some cellulite. I slipped the pajamas down further and removed them altogether. I touched my favorite spot with both hands. I kneaded the space right above the thighs --the underside of both ass cheeks at once.

I pulled myself forward and smelled her ass. I rubbed my stubble onto her butt cheeks and I felt her body hop lightly. She gave a light, sleepy giggle. "What are you doing down there..?" She hissed.

I kissed each cheek in turn and then I leaned downward. I parted her legs to give just enough room and I touched my tongue to her pussy lips. I heard her blow air through her lips and she widened her legs for me a little more. With her encouragement, I pushed my tongue out and into her womanly folds.

"Mmmmm..." Angela moaned.

I kissed it. I licked it. Soon, Angela wetted my lips, my nose, and cheeks.

"Fingers, Kyle... you know I like fingers..." she whispered.

I complied and pressed two fingers into her... one from each hand. My tongue meanwhile traveled upward, touching the taint that separates the asshole from the glory hole. I licked and suckled the skin there and I nudged my nose into her ass.

"Kyle," she groaned. "That's dirty, buddy... that's so dirty..."

"Buddy's a dirty bird tonight..." I whispered back.

With those words, my wife raised her ass to meet my nose and I licked the length of her crack with my salivating tongue. I heard her gasp her approval. We both knew that my tongue had to go there. So I pressed my tongue to her asshole with a loving touch. I locked my lips above her asshole and sucked lightly. There was no smell of shit here. I only smelt the sweat of her body. I smelt the sweat from her sitting in clothing she hated. I licked the sweat her skin made from sleeping too much. And it was the sexiest I'd felt in a long time.

She ground her pussy against my fingers as they worked together in a "come hither" motion. I drew and withdrew the motion with a gentle rhythm. Her breath began to get shallow.

"Buddy... put it in, Buddy..." she cooed my nickname.

"Are you gonna ride it?"

"I'm too tired to ride it..." she teased.

"You're too sexy to not."

"What if Yvette comes home?"

This stung me. But in that instant, I dismissed it.

"She'll be gone for hours."

"Okay..." she whispered and I leaned back on the couch.

Angela sat up and unbuttoned her top slowly. I could see her blue eyes looking down at me. Her blonde locks were well kept. Her make up was smeared from pillows and crying. She did a light, joking song as if she were a stripper.

God knows she could have been.

Yvette hadn't fallen far from the tree.

I stared up at my wife as she left the top on, but unbuttoned. She then flashed one of her white breasts at me and covered it again.

"Take it off," I whispered.

"No. No fatness tonight..." she taunted. "Tonight I'm sexy. I'm twenty-four again..." With that she put both of her hands on my dick. "Hello there, mister... you've been away awhile."

She then, all at once, engulfed my entire penis into her mouth. She had practiced it so many times. From the backseat of my car to the trip to Mt. Rushmore to the honeymoon to her pregnancy to our arguments to our foreclosure to our alcoholism to Yvette's graduation. It had become an art form for her. Her throat simply accepted my size and my shape. We were accustomed.

I suddenly remembered why I'd been so scared that Anne Marie would wreck everything. I remembered why the fling hadn't been worth it --it wasn't my reputation at all. It wasn't even this blowjob really. It was the work that had gone into this institution. It was the quiet walks. It was the stupid shows we watched. It was the struggle with the bills. It was raising our hellion daughter.

"You know..." Angela said, coming up for air. "...with mister this big, I always wondered why we just didn't make another one... like... Yvette was version 1.0... all the problems and headaches... we should have just..."

"Fucked out another one?" I grinned.

Angela mounted me and eased mister into her inner folds slowly, taking in every bit of the length. She smiled down at me and squeezed my cock with her pussy like a handshake. Her eyes widened and she said in a little voice, "hello!"

"Hello..." I smiled up at her.

Her face fell a little bit and she leaned forward.

"Kyle," she said softly. "You're crying."

"I'm happy Angela. I'm so happy."

"Oh," I heard my daughter's voice. "It's like that?"

I turned my head quickly and saw Yvette as she stood in the open doorway. A cigarette smoldered in one hand and her eyes peered at me as if she'd just won the lottery.

Angela scrambled to button her top.

"Naw, mom..." Yvette blew smoke and then dropped her cigarette limply out the front door. Orange embers bounced from the discarded butt. "It's cool. Fuck dad all you want. I'm going to bed."

She went up the stairs heavily. I heard every single step.

Angela looked at me with a shocked, comical look. She then leaned down to kiss me. I could taste my daughter's pussy on her lips and tongue. Angela had gotten the taste from my cock.

I swallowed and remembered Yvette's words.

"I will destroy you."

My daughter had left the front door open.

I could hear the wind blowing outside.

Next: Temptation's Contrast