8 comments/ 67713 views/ 19 favorites Temptation's Consequence 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,Confidence,Contrast, and now Consequence. * Anne Marie was the receptionist at my job. And everyone had fucked her. Everybody had put it right in her prissy puny pussy except for me. The girl was in her early twenties and she had long dark hair. The hair went all the way down to the upside of her ass. She wore it that way and she flaunted it. She also flaunted her little boy body. Her breasts were tiny, but suited her little form. Her ass was tiny and barely plausible beneath the dresses and suit pants she wore. Anne Marie wore glasses. Those glasses might have been worn to hide the fact that she had David Bowie eyes --each was a separate color from the other. She had a blue eye. She had a green eye. I couldn't tell you which was which (she was never my obsession). She was a big flirt. Her flirting had bagged her most of the men in the office, but she had a really strange quirk. She would never fuck the same guy twice. Every man that scored with her was given the cold shoulder and when these poor sons of bitches tried to talk to her about it she just turned shy. Of course Zachary, who was my boss, had done her more than once. But I didn't know that the day she came to me. The day she decided it was my cock she wanted. At the time, my daughter Yvette was frustrating me to no end. She stayed out too late. She was probably smoking crack. My daughter was treating my home like a youth hostel. She brought over men, women, and she never paid rent. The stress of my daughter had led to friction with my wife. I like to think those were the reasons I was so susceptible to that thinly drawn pouting mouth of Anne Marie's. That day, the receptionist wore a brown skirt and a white blouse. And she had the glasses. Up until that day, we'd flirted a little near the vending machines. The flirting had always seemed very superficial and of no consequence. There was no reason for me to believe that day would be any different. "What do you plan to do?" I said to Anne Marie as I stirred my coffee. "What do you mean?" "Phones. You answer phones, transfer calls, you log numbers," I sip my coffee and realized I had to grab most of her jobs out of the air. "Are you going to school? Are you going to do? What will you be when you grow up, Anne Marie?" "Not going to school. Everybody makes such a big deal about going to school and making something of yourself. I don't have a plan." Ordinarily at this point I would have complimented her and we'd each go our separate ways. The compliment would be something about her tight, tiny breasts or the length of her hair. But I did it differently that day. I said something else. "There has to be something you want to do --something you're good at?" "I'm only good at sucking dick." She said with a smirk. "Wow," was all I could manage. "I'm sure you've heard it from the other guys?" She said with a coy smile. And it was true. I had heard. I'd heard all of it. Anne Marie was our office slut. But she had the reputation of not doing anybody more than one time. There were a few broken hearts in the office. "No. Not really. I don't go for locker room talk," I lied. "Sounds like you're a non-believer... what are you doing for lunch today?" And that was the shocker. That was the moment where my heart skipped. That was the moment where I saw Anne Marie as more than the twenty-year old skinny Minnie. I knew her reputation. I realized right then that I was jealous that I'd never been asked and more so, that I wasn't the first she'd asked. This was also the juncture where I should have mentioned my wife Angela. But I didn't. Back at my cubicle, I just watched the clock. I didn't think about Angela at her job and I didn't think about our daughter. I just waited for the clock to make a lunch hour allowance. I was excited by the prospect of becoming a notch on her headboard. I wanted to be sucked and fondled by someone so young. I thought I deserved it because I had paid so much of my life to the marriage and the responsibility. I believed I was owed a little bit of free time. And it was perfect because Anne Marie wasn't one for affairs. She fucked. She sucked. She left. That's what so many of the men around the office said. Some were fascinated by it. Some thought that made her a bitch. I thought that made her brilliant. I thought about the sandwich that was in my lunch box. I giggled to myself that I'd have to eat it later, in a hurry. I had lunch plans. I couldn't wait to get sucked off by the office slut. I even took pride in the fact that I had a large dick and could probably please her better than anyone else in the office. Anne Marie stopped by my desk about a half-hour before lunch. She didn't say anything; she just set a finger in her mouth and dropped a motel room key on my desk. And then she walked away. She had given the go ahead. Full throttle, I was going to have sex outside of my marriage. And I couldn't wait. The motel room was one of those crappy ones where the doorway opens to the parking lot. There was a window there with a really ugly orange curtain dangling on the other side of the glass. I knocked on the door. Anne Marie opened the door wide to invite me in. "So, lunch?" I joked. "I have a ham sandwich." "I'm a vegetarian." I only smiled and shut the door behind me. I thought of an old saying she don't like meat, but she sure likes the bone. "It smells like cigarettes in here," she said and rolled her eyes. "I hate that smell." She was right. This room had the scent of stale smoke. That smell always hit me even years after I'd quit. The receptionist's blouse was unbuttoned. Her barely-tits were covered on each side by the cotton. She had no bra on. Prada made her glasses. I could see the label as I stood so closely to her. She leaned up onto her tiptoes and rubbed her cheek against mine. I could smell her skin ripe with one of those fruity lotions. The scent was a lot cheaper than my wife's. It was a perfumed sort that had been mixed with a hint of glitter. Her breath smelled like chewing gum. My hands went to her waist beneath the blouse. Our lips crashed together. Anne Marie's front teeth pulled on my upper lip as her kiss fell into a lazy gnaw. The door was slammed shut behind us and I lifted her up off of the ground. I felt her legs go around my hips and her brown skirt lifted to expose her milky white thighs. We fell back on the bed and her hands went right to my pants. I felt her hands rubbing my cock awake through my slacks. The fabric of my boxer shorts got caught up in her grip as she squeezed and smoothed her palms over me. She leaned back to look at my face. I choked a smile at her and she gave a giggle. Her eyes rolled down toward her hands and I felt my zipper pop open. With the sound of the zipper giving out, she licked her lips. Her fingers handled the full length of my barely hard cock and her eyes widened as she examined its size. "Not even hard yet," she mumbled up at me. "Well, we're just getting started," I teased. "No," she corrected me. "It's huge when its not hard." My cheeks must've blushed a little because something about my face made her smile widen. Her hands went around my ass and they both forced my pants downward. I was suddenly aware of how out of shape and hairy my ass was. Her dainty hands pushed me away from the bed. I stood up for balance and my pants fell down to my knees. Anne Marie got on her knees in front of me and her hands went to remove her glasses. "Leave them," I said gruffly. I liked her glasses. She put both of her hands on my long and thick cock. She opened her mouth and I felt her nose sigh on the cock's head. Her tongue came out and lapped around the knob of it. I inhaled sharply and embraced adultery. My hands went to the back of her head and I gripped her long hair. I could feel my dong in her mouth getting thicker as she twirled her tongue around it. Heavy against her breath, the head of my cock slipped beneath her tongue. I felt her tongue strain and lick just one side. Her hands held my cock without motion or flair. The tongue clicked against me and I pulled her hair upward. She raised herself off of my cock and looked up at me. Her tone was a touch too nonchalant when she said, "try not to screw up my hair." The humidity of her open mouth returned to my knob and her tongue lapped around it as I released her hair. Her tongue clicked around the very tip of my shaft at her same uninspired rate. I thought about my wife Angela. My wife gave better head. It was in that moment that I realized that Anne Marie was a liar. She wasn't good at sucking dick. In fact, she blew. Of course I had no idea at the time what a really good blowjob was. My great blowjob wouldn't come until days later and it would come from my daughter, Yvette. After Yvette's blowjob, I would swear allegiance to her. Perhaps my own repeated moral failings shattered the allegiance. My daughter was now my enemy. If I ever doubted that, she had just proven it. A police officer was standing next to me and he spoke in tongues. My daughter was in my lap. We had been fucking while driving. We had been doing things reserved for the letters sections of adult magazines. And now there was a consequence. I thought about the blowjob that had started it all. I thought about my limp prick in my own daughter's pussy. I thought about how my life had just been completely torn away from me. It was torture to weigh so much at once because I couldn't even hear what I was thinking. My daughter's laughter was louder. Anne Marie had gotten me just hard enough to fuck her. It seemed that most of my erection had come from sexual attraction or wanton need. I was just excited to have another girl, if only once. The bad sex had led to blackmail. Anne Marie had somebody taking pictures through the window. The only person I could think of who might have helped her would have been Zachary, my boss. The final end of the blackmail was unknown to me and I believed they didn't even know what they were going to do with the pictures. That was a moot point though, because Yvette got all of the material out of their hands. Once she'd conquered me sexually, she'd gone after both of them. They followed her orders and gave the photographs to me. Yvette was my daughter's name. It was never picked out of the air. It was French. She was the archer. The name I wanted because I knew she had my heart. I remembered a time when I'd followed my daughter's orders. Our sex life was fantastic. As amazing as the sex was, however, it always teetered on a disastrous series of conditions. Never deny her. Always defend her. Always respect her. I kept up my end of the bargain for a good while, but then she drove me so crazy that I had sex with my wife Angela. Sex outside of my relationship with Yvette was strictly forbidden. Yvette was permitted to fuck anything that moved --another one of her conditions. Once she'd caught me with Angela, all I could do was wait and see what the punishment might be. She'd teased me. She'd engaged me in a series of sexual events that confused me. Her lustful, seemingly insatiable acts had put me right where she wanted me. When Yvette released her ripcord of vengeance on me, it happened while she fucked me in my moving car. The policeman was here. His name was Officer Reyes. She pointed that out as she laughed at me. "Would you please move to the passenger's side, miss?" Officer Reyes said. He was broad-shouldered. He was obviously a very well spoken Mexican-American police officer. Yvette complied, still laughing. I felt my cock slip out of her dripping wet pussy. There was no erection in sight. Being busted seemed to have that affect on my little man. "Remove the vegetable from your mouth, sir and step out of the car." My mouth was stretched over a cucumber. My daughter put the cucumber there after she'd masturbated with it right in front of my face. It had been sexy at the time. Now it was doing even more to embarrass me. Had she planned this entire thing? I pulled the cucumber out of my mouth and had no place to set it. "Just put it on the dashboard, mister and come on out of the van." I did as I was told. I glimpsed my daughter and she pointed her finger at me like a gun. She was still laughing. I put my hands on the hood of my mini-van, remembered the payment was due the following Thursday, and stared at my fingers. Not only was I engaged in sex when the officer had pulled me over, I was engaged in sex with my daughter. And she'd told him our relationship. I didn't know if incest came with additional charges. I hadn't looked into the laws. It could have been illegal everywhere, for all I knew. I never expected this matter to become public. I had never weighed a single consequence outside of my daughter's imagination. This is what she meant when she told me she would destroy me. She meant that she would make our relationship criminal. She was going to turn my life into the sort of back page fodder that's posted over urinals in sports bars across the country. This is how Angela, my wife, would find out --through the legal process, probably through the media process. My mind was spinning. I saw myself being embarrassed into making television appearances. Being ridiculed by everyone who knew me and by total strangers. That guy fucked his own daughter. Pervert. I shook with the anxiety. This was me and my life ruined. "I need to see some identification," the cop said. I reached slowly behind myself for my wallet. I held it out for him. He spoke into the window. "Young lady?" The officer said, "Put your pants on." "I don't have any," Yvette laughed from the passenger seat. "Put your hands on the dashboard then," the officer barked. "He didn't get me off," Yvette called out to him. She hadn't complied with his order. She leaned against the passenger door; legs spread, and held her hands up. She was plainly flashing him her shaved pussy. "Excuse me, miss?" "My daddy? He didn't get me off. Weird because he usually does." "Are you high, miss?" "Oh, officer, I'm totally spun. Been fucking for hours... can fuck for more..." Officer Reyes was obviously distracted as he glanced between Yvette and my driver's license. "Okay, Kyle Baron... place your hands behind your back." My hands shook as I did what the officer requested. I felt the handcuffs latch onto me one after the other. "Please... please," I heard myself say, "don't tell my wife. Please, sir..." "Shut up," Reyes said, "You have the right to remain silent..." As he rattled off my rights, I just swallowed and waited for him to move it along. I looked through the windshield at Yvette. She had a smirk on her dick-sucking lips. As the officer avoided looking at her, Yvette took the opportunity to light a cigarette. She rested her forearm on her knee as she breathed toxic air and waited for the officer to get back to her. "Young lady," he said into the driver's window. "Put the cigarette out and place your hands on the dash, this is your last chance." "No, officer," Yvette said boldly. "It's your last chance." I could feel Reyes' grip on my arm. It was firm. I didn't want to look at him or my daughter. I thought this was a particularly confident move on Yvette's part. Everyone has heard stories of policemen letting people off for sexual favors --but that sort of thing I had always relegated to urban myth and legend. Then again, if my daughter was anything, she was a legend. I glanced at Yvette as she slowly drew smoke in from the cigarette and stared at the policeman. He was hesitating. He was thinking about it. I knew that sort of moral pause was all that my entirely evil daughter needed to exploit. He was letting her in, even if he didn't know it. "Just put my dad in the backseat," she said as she reached between her legs. She spread her pussy lips and cocked her head toward him considerately. "C'mon, just put him there. Show him you're better at it then he is." "Miss," the officer lost his professional tone. "I wouldn't know what to do with it if I got it. So please just put your hands on the dash." Yvette sighed and held her hands out to the dash. She kept her cigarette burning between her fingers. She got onto her knees on the seat and turned her head to look at the cop from behind her blonde tresses. "I don't mind showing people how to please me, y'know," Yvette smiled, parted her legs, and reached between them. When she'd touched the spot, her eyes fluttered. "Lots of men are grateful when they know." I felt it in his brace on my arm. He weighed the pros and the measurement of consequence. I knew what was going to happen. And so did he. My daughter had him right where she wanted him. He opened the backseat door and forced me toward it. "Officer," I started, but I didn't know if I was about to warn him or plead with him or what. "Shut up," he said and closed the door. From my position in the backseat, I watched the cop open the driver's side door --my door. He stood there a moment and looked at Yvette. She was still teasing her own clit. Her mouth was wide open, but the corners of her lips were up in a smile. "That belt's gonna be awkward," she swallowed a quiet laugh. The officer reached down and unhooked the belt that held his radio, gun, and I guess other utilities. He set it down on the floorboard beneath the steering wheel. Yvette's foot crept forward and touched his thigh. Smoke rolled up her arm and toward my face. I leaned away from her and the scene as it unfolded in front of me. If I had ever doubted my daughter's ability to use sex to get anything she wanted, I would never doubt again. "Close the door will you?" Yvette breathed and glanced down at her wet pussy. The cop got on his knees in my driver's seat and shut the door behind him. His hands instantly went to undo his cop slacks. My daughter suddenly leaned forward and looked up at him. "No let me. I wanna do it," she offered the cigarette to him. He took it from her and she leaned forward. She tilted her head to look at me with those glassy blue eyes that brimmed with arrogance and amusement. She rubbed her cheek against his groin as she stared at me. "Mmm. Officer Reyes, your cock is so hard! I hope I don't break it." I glanced up to see Officer Reyes breathe from her cigarette. She unsnapped him. She unzipped him. His hard-on was densely visible tucked in white cotton underwear. Her perfect hand went into his open pants and she stroked his meat through the cotton. Her eyes looked up at him. "Miss, do you have a condom?" She only flashed him her front teeth before she moved back toward his cock. She licked it through his underwear. I could hear her breathe in through her nose as she assessed his manhood. My daughter got to the bottom of the case and pressed her open mouth against the tented fabric. The deliberate sound of her saliva was overwhelming as she soaked his cotton with her spit. I heard the cop breathe in through his nose. Yvette leaned back to look at him. Her hand stroked his wet underwear. I could see the color of his brown flesh through the wet, white, cotton. "This cock ain't too bad, for a beaner cop." "Put it in your mouth," he grunted. "Yes sir, I love Mexican food," Yvette giggled and pulled his underwear down. "I guess you've never done this before." She pushed her tongue out with her cheek, "you'd think a cop would carry condoms." Temptation's Consequence His brown Billy club bounced in front of my daughter's hungry mouth. I guessed his cock was above average. He wasn't nearly my size. It was hard as hell, thick and covered with big dark veins. Yvette placed just the head on her bottom teeth and wrapped her lips around the head. I watched her cheeks turn concave as she applied some suction. The cop sighed heavily with satisfaction, as she tasted him. She rolled her eyes up at him as she sucked on the very tip of his cock. "You feel so good," he panted. Yvette's response was to slip more of his cock into her mouth. I'm sure he touched the top of her throat. Her hands moved below him and she brought his balls out. He let loose a low groan of approval as my daughter slurped on his cock. The cop's hands went to the back of her head and he gripped her blonde hair. His fingers half-held and half-stroked the back of her head. Yvette came off his cock with a wet gasp. "Stop making love to me. I'm not your fruit-picker wife!" She gasped and swallowed loudly as she went back to his cock. Once it was back in her mouth his hands gripped her hair harder and he held the blonde locks as she moved back and forth. I wasn't in the position to criticize, but I knew that Officer Reyes had fumbled the ball again. My daughter liked having the shit fucked out of her. She wanted to feel the power behind a man taking her. The cop's considerate approach to a blowjob was exactly the kind of behavior that would lead to Yvette mocking him. As if she'd read my mind, Yvette came up for air again and looked up at him as she stroked his cock. "C'mon, fuck my face like you mean it you spic." "Don't call me that shit." the cop frowned. "Would you prefer faggot?" He gripped her head and slammed his swollen prick back into her mouth. My daughter's nose went all the way to his tangled black pubic hair. I heard the saliva filled cavern of her throat wash the end of the head before he pulled her back and slammed again. One of her hands went around to his ass and held on as he face fucked her. I heard my daughter gulp again and again as he rammed her harder. I glanced up at the cop. He was still frowning down at her as he fucked her foul mouth. Whether it had been her racial slurs or favorite word "faggot", she had struck a true chord in him. The cop was panting now. Beads of sweat had formed around his temples. My daughter's fingers crept into his underwear from behind. I could see the subtlety of her motion beneath the cotton. My daughter stuck a finger up this man's ass. This caused him to inhale sharply. He threw her head back and off of his cock. He grabbed her hand out of his ass and tossed it away from him. Yvette gasped for air and panted up at him, "What's the matter? Don't like a finger in your chili-shitter?" "I don't do that gay shit!" "You seemed fine with 'gay' shit before—" Yvette grinned. "You need to shut up!" "But then you finally got to fuckin' like a real man—" "I said SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" "Your pre-cum tastes like sour cream!" Yvette's laughter went to great heights, the cop grabbed her shoulders, and he shoved her away from him. Yvette hit the back of her head on the passenger's side window. Her D-cup breasts lifted and fell with the force. She didn't stop laughing. Her blue eyes narrowed at the cop and she spread her legs wide for him. He breathed heavily with rage and pointed down at her. She responded by wrapping her lips around one of her fingers. My daughter pulled the scoop of her green top down to reveal both of her big, tanned titties. One of them was bandaged from when she'd ripped her nipple ring out. The other still sported its golden hoop ring. The two of them had forgotten that I was even there, handcuffed in the backseat. He grabbed her nearest leg and yanked her toward him. Her hips were now inches below his hard baton. He reached between them and pointed his prick toward her pussy. Yvette reached down with a hand and covered it. "Thought you wanted a condom." "Shut up," he said and knocked her hand away. Yvette replaced it. "Maybe I don't wanna anymore." He gripped her wrist and lifted it from between her thighs. I could see the two of them struggling. He was obviously much stronger than Yvette. "Gonna fuck me anyway, you little bitch?" she hissed up at him and that gave him all the willpower he needed to slam her hand away and slip his foam rod into her smoldering pussy. Yvette gasped as he penetrated her and her hands went to his shoulders. She pushed up on him. It looked to me like she really wanted him off of her. His hands gripped her thighs and held her close. He leaned down toward her with his eyes closed. When he went to kiss her, Yvette turned her lips away and she faced the dashboard. "Better not get me pregnant, I bet you already have too many kids..." Yvette chuckled. Her hips still moved as if she wanted to get away. "Shut up, you betty crocker bitch," he spat through clenched teeth. "Is that the best you got, taco nigger!?" Reyes suddenly reached down beneath the steering wheel. I could hear him fumble with his belt. He brought up his sidearm. He pointed the weapon at her. Yvette stopped her struggle and looked at him. Her blue eyes seemed empty as she weighed this turn of events. "Hey," I said from the backseat. "SHUT UP!" Yvette yelled at me. She then looked back at the cop. "Cock it." I could see Officer Reyes' stern face relax. He knew he'd gone too far. He lowered the weapon. Yvette gripped his arms and leaned upward. I could see her lock her legs around him. That look on her face was total anger. "Oh no, you don't! No you don't, you fuckin' pepper belly pollo!" She reached up and slapped him across the cheek. The smack was louder than anytime she'd hit me. Reyes turned his face back to hers and his lips trembled with anger of his own. He raised the gun again and looked at her. He cocked the weapon and relaxed the safety. "That's it," Yvette hissed. "Point it at my chest. Now." Reyes' eyes were wide as he did as she asked. The tip of the gun went between her breasts and I watched horrified. I had observed my daughter in countless self-destructive situations, but it had never occurred to me that she just might have a death wish. "Yvette, don't," I said from the backseat. She ignored me and rolled her head back. "Touch my nipple, Officer... touch my hard nipple with it." The cop audibly gulped and traced the weapon up the underside of her plump, bandaged breast. I could hear the tip of it drag along the tape. He then traced it to the other one. It touched her golden nipple ring and then the red bud itself. I could see the hole of its nozzle nudge the puffy nub to point upward. "Mmm. I think your burrito's getting harder, esse," she breathed in and out with a heavy, almost hypnotic rhythm. Her tits rose and fell beneath the end of the weapon. "Oh, yes. You have a cock, dont'cha. I feel it. I feel you filling me." "I'm so hard," he gasped. "I wanna fuckin' live here." Yvette sighed and shook beneath him. I could see it was an orgasm. Her pussy lips must've been squeezing the shit out of him. "Oh, miss, I feel you!" "That's right." She panted. "Don't lose it, I wanna come again." Her hips then rose against his cock. My daughter fucked against him as he moved the gun further upward. He traced her neck with it and she tilted her head to expose her cheek to it. The police officer began to fuck her back as the heat she built between her legs intoxicated him. "Oh, officer," Yvette breathed with her eyes closed. "Of course I'll comply. I'm your number one citizen." The gun traced up her chin and my daughter opened her mouth for it. My baby's perfect front teeth dragged along the nozzle's edge. She dropped her jaw to urge him to go further. He touched the tip of the weapon to the back of her throat and Yvette moaned. Her lips lazily dragged against the cool metal of the piece as Officer Reyes fucked her slowly. Yvette let go of his arms. One hand went to her tits and the other went between her legs. I could hear her wet pussy as he moved in and out of her. Her fingers rubbed her clit with the same rate as their slow fuck. She squeezed her fat tit and raised her nipple ring toward the roof of the car. At that moment, my daughter wrapped her lips around the pistol like it was a second cock. She groaned and sucked and moaned and slurped all over its slick metallic surface. Their breathing made my cock grow hard in my pants. I could feel the blood rush and I could feel my veins thickening. It was such an uncomfortable angle for its growth. The direction was downward and just a little crooked. My cock was just bent enough for it to be a little painful. Reyes slipped the gun out of her mouth and Yvette leaned all the way up and put a forearm around him. Eyes still closed, my daughter kissed the cop on the mouth. Reyes wrapped the held pistol against her back. "I wanted it to come in my mouth..." Yvette sighed and spoke in the little voice she'd used on me at the church. "I couldn't make it come. Maybe you should put it in my pussy. My pussy makes everything come." He shook his head at her. His large brown eyes were confused and consoling. "What happened to your breast?" Reyes said into the kiss. "Daddy did that," she whispered. Reyes pointed the gun at me. I fell back in my seat. If I could have covered my eyes, I would have. Yvette turned to look at me as she rode the officer's cock. Her tits were squashed against his broad chest. Her plump lips formed a merciless smile on her face as she narrowed her blue eyes at me. Her blonde hair was flat from the shower we'd shared only hours before. My slut daughter could kill me. She rocked up and down on his lap and made a circle with her lips. "Kiss it, daddy," Yvette cooed. I swallowed and shook my head "Kiss it," Reyes said. "Do what the policeman says, daddy!" Yvette giggled and laid her cheek on his shoulder. He turned his head to face her and their lips went into another sloppy kiss. The two of them were looking at me while they kissed. He held the gun out to me, between the seats. "Yvette," I begged. She only smiled into her kisses with Reyes. I could see her tight body still writhing in the policeman's lap. She had to win another damn game with me. I decided to just get on with it so she could get her way and the weapon would stop being pointed at my face. I leaned toward the gun and pressed my lips to the end of it. "Suck it, daddy," Yvette chimed. "Suck his pistol." My heart raced with fear. I should've guessed that she'd want to take it even further. My mouth opened almost like a reflex. I let the barrel slip into my mouth, past my teeth and onto my tongue. "Wrap your lips around it, daddy..." Yvette mumbled. "Maybe you can make it come." I did as I was told. I encased the end of the live pistol with my lips. I breathed in and out of my nose to the beat of anxiety. I looked over at Yvette. Her blue eyes widened and she mouthed the word 'faggot' at me. She then smirked and shuddered against the cock inside of her. I fell away from the gun. I didn't wait for her to tell me to stop. "Want me to shoot him?" Officer Reyes asked. His tone was half-joking. Yvette looked back at him and rubbed her hand along his cheek. She forced his lips to hers and the sound of the kiss was as sloppy as their sex. "No," Yvette smiled. "But you can spit on him." Reyes' face contorted as he summoned up his saliva. He leaned toward me and spit in my face. Yvette laughed and put her lips near Reyes' ear. His gun lowered to the small of my daughter's back. I frowned at my daughter as the spit dripped over my face and nose. I gathered every ounce of hatred I could for her and glared. Yvette only smiled at my look. "Don't be," Yvette wet her lips and continued, "so angry, daddy." She sighed as she fucked. "I'm going to get something from Officer Reyes too, maybe a baby." "You're not on the pill?" He gasped. "So what? You're my hot tamale, arent'cha?" She licked his earlobe and moved her hips harder against him. "You're not gonna pull out right? You want to go all the way with a white chica, dont'cha?" He met her with the same force, "oh yes!" "My Amigo?" "Anything!" The two of them fucked with speed now. I heard Reyes adjust the gun so that it wouldn't go off. And then he threw it aside. His hands gripped Yvette's waist as he slammed her up and down on his cock. I glanced down at his hard brown meat as it split into my daughter. He hissed in through his nose and slipped his tongue over her bouncing tit. Yvette leaned back and Reyes held her waist with his powerful hands. I could hear him ram her over and over. He knocked my daughter's breath out of her with each thrust. She looked at me while they fucked. She didn't smile at me. She didn't mock me. She just stared at me like I was from another planet. "Oh, officer," my daughter slurred, "fill my pussy with your taco sauce." She turned to look at him and he grunted. Her words seem to urge him to fuck her harder. He moved Yvette's body now with the force he'd used on her head earlier. "Make me feel it!" He suddenly stopped and gripped Yvette with tightened knuckles. She swerved her hips in time with his pulsing prick. "That's it," she sighed. "Fill me with a bunch of wetbacks. They're such good swimmers!" He panted and held her tight as he blew his semen up her dripping hole. They collapsed all at once and Yvette lifted her legs away from him. Their sexy foam smeared where they were joined. His wet cock slipped out of her and touched my car seat. "Gonna let me go now, officer?" Yvette said with mocking innocence. "Yeah... yeah... what about?" He indicated me with his head. I looked to Yvette. Her smile was outrageous. She looked at me as if she had too many choices in front of her --all of them good. I shook my head at her and pleaded with my eyes for her to let me go. I knew it wasn't up to the officer. It was up to my daughter. "Book'em." Yvette said and pointed. Officer Reyes had just had sex with my daughter. I knew that an experience with Yvette could change a person. She'd made a preacher into a rapist. She'd forced my boss Zachary to shroud all of his sexual morals and rules just for the chance to fuck her. She had sexual majesty over many men --including me. And now she had a cop. Yvette was given my keys. She was given my mini-van. When Reyes took me to his car, I didn't know what to say. Safely stowed in the backseat of his prowling car, I felt the words leap out of me. "You pulled a gun on her," I said with gravel in my voice that shocked me. He didn't say anything. "It made it better, right?" I frowned at the rear view mirror. He couldn't say anything. Yvette had shown him a darkness he wasn't ready for. He had embraced some inside devil and he couldn't come to terms with it. That was something I could relate to. "Come on, this is just a citation. A ticket, right?" I spoke and knew there wasn't any breathing room. "I don't have to go to jail. You're only doing this because she ordered you to." "I'm not following her orders," Reyes said gruffly. "You pointed a gun at her because she told you to." "Shut up." "You pointed a gun at me because she told you to." "I said 'stop talking.'" "Are you married?" "Yeah." He offered. "Look. Just let me out. I won't say anything about what I saw or what you did, okay? I just really can't afford to be put away." "You have to be," was all he said. I could hear the resignation and the language. Any hope I'd felt that I might have been able to dissuade him evaporated in front of my eyes. I knew why he'd said that. He'd said it because he didn't want to make her mad at him. It was pretty simple math. He knew I'd fucked up with her. He didn't want to repeat my mistake. Whatever it was. The drive to the jail was awkward. He didn't want to say anything about what he'd done. I didn't want to dwell on it either. Every time Yvette had fucked in front of me, I'd gotten jealous. Even with the policeman at a time I was no longer hers, nothing had changed. I was still jealous --even though it was obvious that Yvette didn't give two shits about me anymore. Incest wasn't mentioned when I was fingerprinted. The charges were public nudity, reckless driving, and public endangerment. The cost of my bail was a pretty penny. I had no idea how I would post it. I was processed and offered two phone calls. I didn't want to call my wife. If I could figure a way out of this fix without involving her --that would have been preferable. I didn't have a lot of names on my mental rolodex. I had Yvette's. I had my job's number. I decided to at least inform my job that I wouldn't be in. Anne Marie answered. "Hi, it's Kyle Baron... I won't be coming in tomorrow." "Yeah, we heard," She giggled. "You. You talked to Yvette?" She didn't say anything so I pressed her. "Anne Marie, have you spoken to her?" "You're not going to call Angela, are you?" "What? Of course not!" "Yeah, we figured that... Zachary will see you tomorrow." Before I could ask what that meant, she hung up on me. I decided to save my second phone call in case I needed to call my wife. I had no idea how I would ever explain to Angela what had happened. As I sat in the cell with ten other people, I thought about what Anne Marie had said. I realized that if my daughter's intentions were to use Zachary to bail me out of jail --she would, in essence, own me again. And so would he. The two of them were going to blackmail me. I could feel it. I just didn't know to what end. Bail was posted the next morning. I was not surprised. I was given a court date and ushered onto a bus. Every bead of sweat I could smell and every speed bump the bus hit just reminded me how much I hated my daughter. The bus dropped me off in our ghetto down town. I saw Zachary there with a car. I could feel nothing but rage as he grinned at me with his big, black hands on his waist. I approached him with my fists clenched and he unlocked his car for me. "So what's it going to be?" I demanded the second he started the engine. "I don't know what you mean," he said. "What? I owe you money, right? I want to keep all of this from Angela, you know it... my daughter knows it. So what are you guys planning?" "Dude," Zachary said. "My instructions are just to drop you off at home." "What about the money?" "I have no idea how she got you out, but she did." I popped my door open and got onto the curb. "I have to bring you home," Zachary said. "I don't owe you anything. I'll walk home." I turned away from him and started up the street. I could hear his car rolling next to me. I put my hands in my jacket pockets and hoped he'd go away. I could hear him talk on his cell phone. I wondered what Yvette's reaction was to my not accepting her ride, but I only half-wondered. I had no idea what I'd do or say to her when I saw her next. "Hey, Kyle," Zachary called from the car. "She said that she's with Angela right now." That caused me to freeze in my tracks. I thought back to the suggestions she'd made over breakfast the day before. She'd used innuendo and even mildly threatened Angela in my presence. She'd spoken obtusely about her friends and their meeting my poor wife. My feet did an about face and I got into Zachary's car. The son of a bitch smirked in satisfaction as he proceeded to drive me home. I didn't talk during the drive. He just sat there with that dumb smile on his face and I felt rage fill my fists as I thought about my daughter. I had dealt with too much. She had brought too many demands to the table. Nobody could have managed her. Temptation's Consequence She was a sick individual. When I saw my house, I leapt out of Zachary's car. I didn't want to be with him for a single yard more than I had to be. As I ran home, I realized that he wasn't following. He'd left completely. He'd finished his job apparently. I darted up the porch and put my hand on the front door. I didn't have any keys. Yvette still had them. I tried the doorknob and it was locked. Son of a bitch, I thought and pushed myself off of the front door. I went around the house to the backyard gate. The wooden fence had seen better days. The gate seemed to be made up of splinters. I hadn't tried the padlock in years. It appeared rusty from so much neglect. I reached up and felt the wooden shards stab into my skin. I hadn't lifted my own body weight for a very long time and it took considerable effort to get over the gate. I could feel it wobble between my legs before I half-dropped, half-fell to the backyard. We never used the backyard anymore. It used to be the site of birthday parties and barbeques. The pool was covered in fallen leaves. It had been an exciting time when the pool was installed, a youthful time. It had been a true family time. The tangled, brown wind chimes heralded a storm from the back patio. I walked past the rusty pool furniture. There were cigarette butts on the ground. The patio had seen recent use. I noticed that a set of Chinese lanterns had been strung across the awning. I put my hand to the sliding glass patio door. It slid wide for me and I darted into the kitchen with the door wide open. The island behind which I'd fucked Yvette. The pantry where she had given me a blow job and a titty fuck. I moved into the hallway and toward the front room. The couch. The TV. The coffee table. I spotted Angela's candy dish. It smelt like cigarette smoke in there. The stupid banister that led up the stairs. Blood rushed to my fists as I listened to the silence of my home. What had she done to Angela? Had she done anything or was it another stupid trick of hers? Where was my wife? "Angela?" I called out. My voice sounded hoarse and I could hear my own uncertainty taint its tone. There was no response. I felt like I'd entered a haunted house at some perverted carnival. The rules were 'don't touch the actors, they won't touch you.' "Hey," Yvette said from above me. I looked up and saw that my daughter stood at the top of the stairs. She was a dark contrast to what she had been the day before. Her hair color was different. It was dark. My baby girl had tanned skin and black hair now. In another life, I might have asked about the change, but that was so far behind us now. Since it was her way, she held a cigarette limply at her side and held her lofty breasts up with her other arm. She was dressed in a simple large black a-shirt and no pants. She wore high-heeled black shoes. "Where is she?" "I don't know, Kyle," Yvette said and blew smoke upward. "I just said that to get you here faster." "Are you planning to do something to her?" Yvette weighed my question and leaned onto the railing up on high. We'd fucked on that railing. We'd fucked just about everywhere I could see. "Funny question, daddy... what do you think I could do to her?" I wasn't about to give her suggestions. "You're a total bitch." I said to her. "Does it feel good to say that to me, daddy?" She narrowed her eyes down at me. "I loved you." "I never loved you," she said on this side of deadpan. Her eyes were dull and lifeless. She was dismissive with her remark. The sound of her pitch sent a rock into my throat. I didn't know what she meant. Was it that I could never be her lover or was it that she had never cared for me her whole life? I couldn't tell which. As I stared up at that cold, passive face, I tried to keep from trembling. She only flicked her ashes onto the carpet and walked away. I watched her newly changed black hair run down her back as she disappeared into the upper-level of my house. I thought of that night in jail. I thought of the cop spitting on me. I thought of her making me suck the end of a loaded weapon. I thought back on how she forced me to touch another man's cock. How she had made me drink her piss. All of it didn't compare to her turning her back on me at that moment. My hand hit the railing immediately and I bounded up the stairs after her. I burst into her room and found her sitting in the limp swivel chair next to her desk. She dropped her burning cigarette to the carpet and rubbed it out with her shoe. She looked at me from behind those dark locks as if my appearance was the deepest inconvenience. "You made me suck the end of a loaded gun, Yvette." "Yeah?" "I have been in jail all night." "Poor baby." "I've . . ." A frog got in the way of my words. "Done everything I said?" Yvette offered and rotated her chair back and forth. "Everything." "I never told you to fuck mom," she said with a raised eyebrow. "I'm sorry it hurt you." She stopped moving her chair and cocked her head at me. "You're only begging now because I want you to." "I'm not. Begging." "Come on, daddy..." she said and made a mockery with her lips. "Aren't you embarrassed enough? Haven't you been punished enough? You don't have to beg." "I'm not begging you." Yvette raised her shoulders and smiled at the floor. "You're afraid of me, Kyle." "No!" I shouted. "I drank your, you made me grab that bitches' limp . . ." "And you're still doing what I say. Beggar. Walk out of here." "No!" I said with lips that trembled as I approached her. "I'm over you, daddy. I think this is stupid, daddy." She looked up at me with an unrecognized hatred. "You. Bore. The. Living. Shit. Out. Of. Me. Daddy." I slapped her across the face. The force slammed her gaze toward her bed. She didn't move. "Beg me for it," she said and licked her lips. "What!?" "Beg me to open my legs for you again, because I won't." She spoke to the bed. "I don't want that." "Good," Yvette said and flicked her black locks to look at me. I could see the tears in her eyes that my slap had caused. She wouldn't acknowledge the pain. "Because I hate fucking pathetic, overweight, old-ass cocksuckers who only know thrills where they shouldn't look." I felt my flesh flush with rage. Every fiber in my muscles and the skin that covered them trembled. My mind was lost in absolute ebb as anger over came me. There was no response to what she said. My mind scrambled, stumbled, and shrugged at me. My tongue was a dead fish. "Oh?" She chimed. "Sound like someone you know?" My hands went to her shoulders and I threw her to the floor. The chair slipped into the desk. I heard her head hit the floor with a hard, very mean thud. Yvette's hand went to the back of her head instantly. Her voice emitted a gasp of pain, but I was beyond caring. I was on top of her right away. If I could've forced her through the floor to a death, I would have. I slammed my hands into her cheeks and forced them toward me. Her flat, sinister lips spread out for me in a lewd kiss of mockery. My elbow smeared the black cotton of her top into her tit. "Do what I say," Yvette spat at me through my hands. "Leave this... room!" "BITCH!" I screamed down at her and my hands slipped to her ears. I felt my fingers grip her newly dyed locks and I slammed her head into the floor again. She didn't make a sound, but her blue eyes stayed wet. One of her naked legs wrapped around my calf. Her groin pushed up and into mine. I was aware of an erection for the first time. "I hate you!" I cried down at her almost lifeless blue eyes. "Not all of you hates me," she hissed. I felt her black a-shirt rub my exposed pudgy belly. The belt of my pants dragged along her exposed white panties. I felt the urgency of my cock. It had grown large, hard, and weighted. It was jealous of my belt's buckle because the buckle was rubbing my daughter's soft panties. My raging rammer, proud and thick and covered in rushing veins, was pinned in my pants. The fat knob of its head had found comfort between the band of my underwear and my lower belly. I reached down and popped open my pants and buckle. "Nice," Yvette cooed at me. "Just like old times. Except I'm not wet." "Hey, Yvette," I drooled. "This is how the world ends." She sneered at me and sucked in her teeth. Something in her eyes told me that I was already checkmated. My hands reached between us and pulled her panties apart. I felt the cotton, the satin, silken threads of those panties burst open with my strength. Immediately, I grabbed my dense, bobbing cock and slammed the head into her dry pussy lips. I couldn't enter her. She was totally devoid of moisture. No interest in sex. Uncharacteristic, my brain registered. I realized this wasn't a game. I was about to rape my own daughter. And fuck her. Yvette's hand reached down to touch herself. I smacked it away and forced the head of my chubby against her teasing folds. Her head tilted away from me and her mouth grimaced in pain as I pushed. I felt her sandy well yield to my penetration. She pulled air through her nose. Layer after layer of her gravel pussy gave into me as I filled her. The head of my cock finally found moisture as I very nearly bottomed out. "You're such a loser," she murmured. I grunted and pulled back to ram her again. As I pulled back, I felt the impulsive moisture of her fuck sack give in. "I told you to leave." She said simply. "You knew I wouldn't." She looked up at me and her eyes rocked upward with my downward thrust. "I knew you couldn't." As her pussy grew more and more moist, I glared down at her. Her look was blank amusement. The face you see on a friend whose thinking of other things while you bear your soul. I could feel her heat massage my rod, but she wasn't betraying any arousal at all. Her legs were flat. I fucked her slowly in the missionary position. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought that if I kept this up, I would trigger the fuck beast inside of her. I would wake my daughter and she'd admit the act. I was certain that somehow this entire scene would end up like so many others we had shared. I grabbed the low scoop of her black wife-beater and popped her tits out. They were big and full. Her right tit had a new bandage to cover the gash that happened when her nipple ring was torn out. The nipple ring on the left tit was golden and flat against the underside of it. Both breasts were covered in hickies. She'd obviously had some fun while I'd been put away. This just made me angrier. I smacked her tits with my fingers. I watched the flesh bounce. "You like this?" I prompted. "I always like your cock, daddy." she said flatly. "'Just too bad what its attached to." I slammed into her and could hear the slurp of her tight twat. My daughter's eyes fluttered lightly on her expressionless face. This betrayal of her pleasure made me thrust again. And again. "Come in me daddy," she sighed. "Just get it over with." "No! You're going to like this!" "Daddy, no I won't." "You like it this way!" "Get off of me," she sighed. "No! This is what you wanted for Nadia!" Nadia was the church-going woman that my daughter had arranged to be raped. "Is that all, daddy? You want me to like you again?" I stopped and looked at her face. Her mascara had smeared from sweat and the sting of her wet eyes. I thought about how I'd missed her high school graduation. "Beg." She ordered me. I swallowed and stared down at her. I looked at her wet eye make-up and her heaving, tanned titties. She kept her hips to the ground and gave all the movement of a store mannequin. Every fiber of my mind didn't want to break for her. I kept my muscles tense, as if they could offer any line of resistance. I could feel her slurping, wet, glorious pussy wrapped around my member again. I had to have her again. I had to have her fucking me again. I didn't care if it was a game. I didn't even care if it couldn't be real. I didn't even care if she got off on me anymore. "Please, Yvette. Fuck me back." "Why?" She said with mild interest, waiting for what I said back. "Because I need it." "There's other pussy." She narrowed her eyes. "Not like yours." I felt her raise her hips against my fat and solid shaft. "What about mom?" "I don't care. I don't care if she leaves me and you make me eat your shit every day for the rest of your life, I just have to put this in you." "Ohhh, daddy. But don't you hate me?" She arched her back and dragged her slippery pocket down to pinch the head of my cock just right. I groaned at the pressure on my cock and gasped down at her. "No, you hate me." "That's right." She whispered up at me. "Get on your back, now daddy. Your baby girl's gonna fuck the shit out of you. You know why?" "Because I begged." "Good. Smart. You're about to get the greatest pity fuck in history." I slipped out of my girl and got onto my back. Her hand went around my shaft and she shook it back and forth. "Make it harder, daddy..." "You make it harder." Yvette smirked down at me and leaned toward my face. Looking down at me through her half-opened eyelids she said to me, "you should have seen me last night, daddy. While you were rotting in jail? I went and saw some friends. They're like you, married and always wanting to fuck me." I felt my pulsing cock throb in her hand as she clenched me. "I hadn't seen 'em in awhile cause you and me have been fucking so much? A girl's gotta sleep, right?" She showed me her perfect teeth. Her hand swiftly stroked my shaft as she spoke. I could feel my cock getting drier and drier as she rubbed away the moisture. She leaned back and spit on my cock. She spit again and stroked her saliva into the skin of my shaft. "You think you like titties, daddy?" She chuckled and straddled my waist. "These mother fuckers know great tits when they see them." She pointed me at the place I wanted most --the place I'd begged to feel again. "They're not gay like you, daddy. They'll eat a titty. They'll gnaw a titty. You can see they left their marks on me," she indicated her heavy tits as they dangled over me. I could see the impressions of teeth and blood sucked up below the skin. There had to have been at least eight of those marks all over her breasts. "And you know what they love more than anything? Fucking my tits." She slithered over my shaft, gently rocking her hips like punctuation marks for her words. "Wanna know the best part, you little bitch? I don't know their names! And I don't know their faces." She laughed down at me and her hands went to my shoulders. She then swiveled her hips in a powerful rotation. I could feel her hard clit press and squeeze against the underside of my white-hot helmet. Her eyes were closed as she thought of the night before. "I have nicknames for them. They call me little bo peep. They're lost sheep! Know what they make me wear?" I stared up at her as she continued to rock her tightening pussy muscles against me. "Two of them. Oh god, daddy! I love it when one of them goes in my front and the other one puts it in my brown starfish, they know how to fuck your daughter, your sweet baby girl, daddy, sorry to say, you're big and all, but these guys make a girl come, oh fuck, I get so weak in the knees while they do me, my eyes are usually closed cause they feel so awesome, I get these flutters in my chest --under my tits, while they plow me!" She sneered at me beneath her, "you know how I beg for your cum?" "Well, I beg them not to come! I want it forever from them! My boys. My very married friends," she smiled down at me as she continued to fuck my ever hardening fuck knob. "One time I did one of them while his wife was watching TEE VEE. Just like I did you with mom watching TEE VEE, remember? Oh shit, that was yesterday, right? Yeah. Just like that. And just like mom, his dumb cunt wife was just a dumb cunt. I love it when I catch cum that belongs to someone else. He came in me so hard that I thought my brain would get smarter. The fuck snot of a genius!" Her chin rose up and she swung her arm as if she were conducting an orchestra of memories. The smile on her face was the sort reserved for nostalgia and masturbation to the faces of old lovers. "When I go over there, they put the cocaine out. When I go over there, I wear fur," she thrust her hips up and down on me. Her slick pussy swabbed and wet my widening shaft. I could feel my veins pulsing with heated, lustful, quaking cum. As she rocked on me, I felt that she was shaking the semen right out of the weakening pisshole in the penthouse of my shaft. I grabbed her hips in an effort to hold myself back. "That's right, daddy! I follow their orders!" She raised her chin at the thought of that and moaned suddenly, "oh god, daddy. This is really good cock. Too bad you're such a fucking idiot. I'd love to snort coke off of your cock for once. It would be a hell of a big bump, if you get me." "I would let you, " I moaned up at her. "Hmmm," she mumbled. "You say that now." She then giggled. Her giggle was spurned on by a new thought that I could see cascade across her pitch-perfect blue eyes. "But you're such a fucking dumb ass! It was perfect. The agreement was perfect!" She shouted down at me and I felt her fingers find my ballsac. Her fingers kneaded and released my balls. She alternated the attention and the speed as she fucked the hell out of me. "Don't tell me you don't feel stupid. I told you what would happen if you pissed on me. And I'm a girl of my word." In the farthest echoes of my mind's eye, I agreed with every word. My heart moaned it's silent responses as she pointed out my faults. The pangs of regret dried my throat. But I also knew that my daughter wasn't healthy. That my daughter was incapable of feeling anything I truly needed. My fantasy for her was the opposite of the coin in her pocket. I had once dreamed up a life for the two of us alone. That sort of suggestion would make my baby laugh until her sides hurt. She reached between us and fingered her clit as she rode up and down on my hot shooter. I reached up and put a hand on her throat. My other hand knocked her fingers away from her clit. I could feel myself shaking as I pushed her backward. Her hands came up and grabbed my forearm. As she went backward, I came up, at the same rate. "What are you planning?" I gulped at her. She rubbed her chin on my wrist and opened her mouth at me. It was the sort of look she gave me when she was old enough to go on the "grown up" rides at a theme park. Her legs stretched out on either side of me and I opened mine to make room for the small of her back. As I moved myself over my daughter, I kept my hand on her throat. I realized that I wanted silence from her. She must have understood because she just gripped my forearm and stared at me from beneath her black bangs. I slipped my cock out of her and rubbed the head of my beast against her exposed hood. Yvette's tongue came out of her mouth in response. Her chin rose higher and higher each time I nudged her hard little flicker. And she bit at the air in response to each separate and deliberate touch. Her crystalline blue eyes stayed on me. They fluttered behind their smudges as I slipped my full, vein stretched rammer into her again. I filled her slowly and she gasped at my slow motion speed. My hand came off of her neck and I grabbed her shoulders. I yanked her upward and twisted her to her side. My long pussy puller stayed rooted inside of her as I switched the angle. My daughter raised her leg over my head so she could touch it to her other one. The resulting squeeze from her pussy and closed thighs made me shudder.