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Temptation's Contempt

By: a_bent_ampersand



Author's note:  This is the second part of a longer story.  I have done my best to make sure each chapter can be read independently of its sisters.  They were written in this order: Conquest and now Contempt.

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Anne Marie was the receptionist at my job. Her skirt usually went to her mid-thigh and sheltered a very shapely ass. She had a blue eye and a green eye and both sat beneath a long fringe of brown hair that covered her eyebrows. Everybody in the office had fucked Anne Marie at least once --even I had. But she only went back to one person twice. His name was Zachary Gerald, my boss, and he was the only person I had grown to hate in my adult life. My hatred wasn't a race thing. I hated everything about his big, black, baldhead. I hated his broad shoulders. That thick goatee that framed his chin. The perfume he used. I hated how he talked to me. I hated how he joked with me. I'd know the guy for five years and I still, to this day, could not determine exactly what triggered the hate to begin with. I couldn't trace it to a bad handshake or a cheesy company picnic that had gone wrong... there was no one incident worth all of the animosity.

And it wasn't about Anne Marie. She could fuck whomever she wanted.

But of course, I couldn't. Not because I was married, but because my daughter would never let me. I was her cock now, to have and to hold. The conditions she'd laid out were a little lost in a sexual haze, but she'd outlined them in a text message on my phone the next morning, this morning --that text reminded me how to keep having the greatest sex of my life. The text was just a list. I knew what it meant. 

1) Always respect me.

2) Always defend me.

3) Never deny me.

It was probably the second text message I had ever received my whole life, if not the first. I had just never embraced text as communication, but I was all about the gadgets --and I was paying enough to ensure that my phone had all the bells and whistles. Of course I paid for my daughter's too --but I had been doing that since before our relationship had transformed.

Inside my cubicle, I traced her message on my phone's screen and weighed the gravity of our unholy agreement.

Zachary laughed with Anne Marie about something, so I put the phone away and frowned at my computer. I heard the two of them walk up behind me and so I steeled myself against anything the two might say to me as they passed. 

"Hey Kyle," I heard Zachary boom. "You should use your gym membership. You're still paying for it."

I swiveled my chair to face him and Anne Marie. Her tight purple blouse was see-through, showing off the frills that handled her A-cup tits. She had a smirk on her face that I ignored. "Something I can help you with?"

"Yeah," Zachary said as he leaned forward. "Could you go to Anne Marie's station and man the phone while we lunch in the conference room?"

"Conference room's not for lunch."

"It'll be okay," Anne Marie interjected. Her voice was bored. Those two different colored eyes locked with mine from behind her glasses. Anne Marie supposedly had pictures of the tryst we'd shared. My daughter had told me that Anne Marie was willing to ruin my marriage with the pictures.

"Fine," I said. I stood up abruptly and went to the front.

Zachary muttered something briefly to Anne Marie, but I couldn't hear it. I didn't even look back at them until I was at her desk. They were already at the conference room door, closing the two of them inside. Only moments later, I had to perform an Anne Marie duty as the front door opened.

"Welcome to--" I began, but stopped. The woman at the door of my place of business was my daughter. 

She was dressed conservatively by her standards. She wore a black pants suit, buttoned over her flat belly. Beneath the suit jacket, a white blouse tried hastily to hold back her magnificent tits. She wore black sunglasses and her blonde locks were styled to frame her face with sleek style. I ran to help her as she struggled to get into the office with her very full hands. In one hand she had a brown bag from a fast food place and in the other, she carried the over-sized drink that was inevitably sold to every customer.

"Yvette!" I said a little loudly as I pushed the door open for her.

She stepped inside and waited for me to release the door before she set the food down on Anne Marie's desk.

"Are you bringing me lunch?" I smiled.

"Daddy," she said, "where is the conference room?"

She put the straw from the drink to her lips and waited patiently for my reply. My heart collapsed. She hadn't come here for me at all. She was having lunch with Anne Marie, and judging from the size of the bag, probably Zachary too. Her expression was unreadable through her sunglasses. "I'm having lunch with Anne Marie and her friend."

My throat went numb.

"Daddy, don't deny me..." Her smile then was the most sinister I had ever seen.

I pointed. She didn't look. She just stared at me and sucked through her straw. When she was satisfied that I had nothing to say, she picked up the bag and walked toward the conference room.

"Don't." I said dryly, quietly.

This stopped her in her tracks and she turned to face me. Yvette removed her sunglasses with her pinky. She raised her slender eyebrows at me impatiently and she waited there for me to close the ground between us. I did what she wanted immediately and moved to stand only three inches from her face. 

She handed me her drink. "It's cherry drink, you should try some." I did as she told me. I sampled the artificial sugar. The big drink was mostly ice. 

I could smell the nicotine on her lips this close. She put her hand between my legs and gripped my cock. I was immediately hard for her.

"Daddy," she whispered, "...Anne Marie told me you had the..." she stepped closer to make sure nobody in the office could see what she was doing, "...second biggest cock here... and now your baby has to meet number one." Her hand squeezed me harder. I could feel my thickness tight against my underwear. "I know this might be... difficult for you to hear... but I don't care, daddy..." Her palm and fingers stroked the fat head of my helmet through my pants. "Just remember the rules." She released me. 

I was aghast. 

"Give me my drink back." She ordered as she put her sunglasses back over her eyes.

I held the paper cup out to her.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" My girl prompted.

I had bought my first pack in more than a decade that morning. Yvette had encouraged me to start again. I fumbled for the pack and pulled one out. Without a free hand, Yvette could only lean forward and open her lips. I offered the filter and her teeth clenched it. Her full lips pursed around it as she turned back toward the conference room. "I'll try and save you a hamburger." I watched my baby, my sexual master, as she disappeared into that terrible room. The door closed. Then she was alone with the two of them.

She had explained to me while we'd fucked that she would be able to fuck anyone in the world and I couldn't say goddammed thing about it. She had also informed me that she was not immune to jealousy and that I wasn't allowed to fuck anyone else but her --not even my own wife. My emotions were swollen.

"Hey, was that your daughter?" I heard Issac say. His plain face grinned at me from behind dense glasses.

"Yeah. That's my baby." I said, looking at Anne Marie's desk. I looked for anything to do.

"She's hot, man, sorry to say." He showed me his stupid teeth. "Do you think she'll get a job here?"

"No, just here for lunch with Anne Marie and Zachary."

"Zachary's a fuckin' tool!"

"Yeah," I said, still distracted. "Yeah. I know. Everybody knows."

"Guys with big dicks are allowed to be assholes, I guess."

I wasn't even listening. I let Issac go on a little while longer --until he dismissed himself and I allowed myself to get lost in the thoughts of just what might be happening in the next room. I didn't think they would fuck or anything. They wouldn't do it in there... not on company property. They would probably arrange a time and place somewhere else. Zachary would probably fuck my daughter then. Or maybe my daughter and Anne Marie.

I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket and I brought it out without a thought. The screen told me it was downloading a multi-media message. In a few seconds, it was ready to play. It was from Yvette. I pushed play and watched my tiny phone screen light up with the inside of the conference room. It appeared that Anne Marie was filming Yvette as she opened her suit jacket as she approached the shades to the outside. She closed them, which caused the camera phone's iris to adjust. Yvette, still in her black sunglasses, started unbuttoning her top.

"So how do we start?" Yvette asked.

I stopped the message right away. I didn't want anyone else listening to the message as it blared through the phone's tiny speaker. I needed the retarded little earbuds the thing had come with and I knew they were at my desk. So I ran. I dug through my top drawer and found them right away. As I plugged the jack into the side, the phone vibrated again as it received another message. I darted back to Anne Marie's desk and sat down. I lowered my phone below the desk and out of sight.

I hit play.

"Most job offers these days, Miss Baron," Zachary chirped as Yvette approached him. "Begin with a piss test." She lifted her shirt for him and I watched his black hands unhook her pants.

"I drank all of that fuckin' cherry and now I gotta piss like you wouldn't believe!" Her grinning cheeks were somewhat obscured by her sunglasses.

"Yeah?" Zachary prompted.

"Oh yeah..." Yvette said off camera. The shot was of her panties as Zachary's big hands pushed my daughter's panties and her pants down together. Yvette's pussy was barley visible. She raised a thigh up and rested her footed, white high heel onto the conference room table. Now her sexy pussy could be seen. My baby was so exposed. Zachary's hand brought in the giant cherry drink cup, popping the lid off. 

Yvette snickered and then laughed, "Anne Marie, are you getting this?"

"Yeah," the receptionist said, "you have a good pussy."

"That's what my daddy says."

"Your sugar daddy?" Zachary giggled.

"Well, I wouldn't say that."

Zachary held the cherry cup beneath Yvette's shaven pussy. At that moment, Yvette let go of her piss. The golden shower flowed freely into the cup below. The sound of her pee filling the cup was loud in my ear. I could hear the ice break down and meltdown --destroyed by the heat of her urine as it filled the cup. "Of course," Yvette joked as the sound flowed, "I can tell you what's in it... marijuanna --habitual doses, ice, some ecstasy, a lotta fuckin' beer, and cocaine."

"That's exactly what we like to hear," Zachary laughed.

And then the message stopped. It had played 35 seconds. One full message, I guess.

When I escaped the video screen, I saw that more messages had already flowed in. And that even more were ready to come down. I played the second message.

It was the same shot from before of Yvette's pussy, only the cup was gone and Zachary's face was coming in to lick it. "Go on and lick it, Mr. Gerald..." Yvette breathed. "...lick the piss off of me... " Anne Marie pointed the phone up to Yvette. My daughter was removing her top.

"I'd lick the shit out of your ass... you hot bitch..." Zachary spoke, slurping on her clit.

"Mmmm... be careful what you wish for..." Yvette spoke with a husk, now in her bra. "...Anne Marie told you these titties are pierced, right?"

"Hell yeah, that's my ultimate white girl fantasy!"

"Hey!" Anne Marie said. 

Yvette looked at Anne Marie, the camera, and me. She leaned in slightly. "I actually think the piercings make them more sensitive." Her bra was coming off now and she arched her back to expose her bare tits with their glorious golden hoops. I watched them flop free in the screen and moved a finger to touch the left one. On contact, the message froze. The end of part two.

I looked up and around the office. My cock had ripened with lust inside my pants. I wanted to be alone with my phone. I looked for someone to take my position at Anne Marie's desk. 

"Issac!" I hissed, my earbuds still in. "I've gotta go to the bathroom."

I didn't even wait for a response because my phone was already buzzing with a new arrival I just couldn't wait to see.

I took the handicapped stall and locked myself in. Alone now, I fumbled for my phone while I popped my pants open. I already had the next message playing as my pants dropped around my ankles.

Zachary's tongue was going up and down my daughter's clit. His teeth lightly pulled on her between licks. I could hear Yvette's breathing mirroring his motions. "Suck it..." She hissed. "Suck my pretty pussy..." Zachary suddenly pulled away.

"Shut the fuck up..." He looked up at her. "...I do all the talkin'!"

I heard Anne Marie say, "I told you..."

Zachary went back to licking my sweet baby's clit and I put my hand to my cock. I gripped its solid form, feeling its thick veins fill my palm. I gave it a squeeze at the base. I wished I could touch it with two hands, but I knew that would mean putting the phone down. I had already played the next scene before I knew it.

Yvette was in charge of the camera now, pointing it toward Zachary's bald head. He dutifully lapped between her legs as Yvette moved the shot to Anne Marie. The girl sat on the conference table with her legs spread and her pussy wide. Anne Marie leaned back and put two hands between her legs. Zachary took the camera from Yvette and said, "Just be quiet. We're having lunch, remember?"

Yvette's head moved between Anne Marie's thighs. She still wore the sunglasses. "I am having lunch," she giggled.

Anne Marie smiled and fell back completely as she opened herself to my baby's expert teeth and tongue. The video demonstrated Yvette's big hot tits as they pressed against the edge of the table, the nipple rings hung just below the edge. I touched the underneath my hard dick as I eyed the image. I switched to the next download.

A blur of flesh and fluorescent lighting settled into a tight shot of Yvette's tongue as she lapped between Anne Marie's legs. Her lips smiled, confident in the frame. Using her free hand, she stretched the girl's pussy lips to one side --which exposed the secretary's deepest pink. She slipped a finger inside and Anne Marie responded by grinding her hips into the finger. The view jerked to Anne Marie's eyes looking down over her blouse. Zachary had stepped up to her with his pants now missing.

His large, very black cock hung semi-hard next to the girl with the separate colored eyes. "Suck me, girl." He said. Anne Marie removed her glasses, dropped her head back, and turned her jaw to face the mass of meat. Zachary raised the head of his cock and plopped it on her waiting lips. Rumor had it that I had the second biggest cock on the company map, but it seemed the difference between us was magnificent. Yvette brought the camera up and closer, so that I could see Anne Marie's lips stretched to the limit. Anne Marie's eyes drifted into half-open slits, drunk with the dark cock. I could hear her revel in his taste. "That's a good girl... make it hard and I might let you fuck it..."

A quick shot between Anne Marie's legs showed Yvette was still working her fingers. The view whipped back to Zachary and I heard Yvette speak lowly, "what about me?"

"You're new pussy, of course you're fuckin today..."

The camera went back to Anne Marie, whose eyes were closed. "This is old pussy," Zachary boomed. "It works for its supper." I could hear Anne Marie moan her agreement of that declaration and she put two hands on Zachary's cock.

I spit in my hand and rubbed it over my very potent hard on. I was working to keep my breathing quiet as I loaded the next part.

The contrast between Anne Marie's pale white hands and Zachary's rigid black cock caused pre-cum to leak from the head of my own cock. She used two hands to pull on his meat while she licked its proud head. Zachary grunted a little in time with Anne Marie's tongue. Yvette's camera hand started filming the table and I heard her say, "I need both hands..."

Zachary assumed camera duty and pointed the video straight down. His long, thick stalk gripped by Anne Marie. Yvette, on her knees, moved into frame next to her. Her sunglasses were still firmly in place. "Can you even deep-throat, Anne Marie?" She teased.

"I said no talking!" Zachary said and Yvette frowned like she was playing a game with missing pieces. Anne Marie let go of Zachary's dick, content to just taste the head. Yvette stared at Zachary from behind those dark lenses and then she spit in her hands. 

My daughter then touched her slobbery hands to that asshole's black stalk. She stroked him with both hands and pulled the head from Anne Marie. She whipped her blonde hair away from her sunglasses. She stared up at Zachary intensely. Yvette opened her jaw wide. My baby girl never stopped looking up at him the whole while. She touched his cock to her lower lip and then traced the inside of her full lips with its gigantic head.

Anne Marie panted and watched as Yvette teased her own lips with the fat helmet of that baby maker. Her expression was unreadable because of the sunglasses. Her lips closed around its knob. The sound of my girl's saliva filled my ears as she treated Zachary to a flood of her spit --wetting his cock so intensely. 

"See, just what a shit-talking bitch like you needs... nice hard cock to shut you up..." Zachary chuckled.

Yvette slipped her head forward, taking the head into her throat. Her lips were stretched tightly around the thickest fuck stick I'd ever seen. Zachary let a deep groan go and Yvette dropped his cock completely out of her mouth and she stroked it.

Anne Marie moved in and licked all around the end, her tongue grazing Yvette's finger. She looked to Yvette, maybe for approval, but my daughter pulled the cock away from her. That reminded me of children fighting over their favorite toy. 

"Take off my sunglasses," Yvette said to Anne Marie. The secretary reached out and removed them. It was nice to see her perfect blue eyes finally. She stared up at Zachary ran the helmet over her lips again. Her eyes closed when she savored his taste. It looked to me like she was savoring a great meal.

Yvette looked up at the camera now. She looked at me through the lens, through the LED, through the satellite signals of my service provider. She wanted me to see how happy the cock made her.

She worked her lips forward. The slurping sounds from her throat wash were slick and rhythmic. Her lips moved up his pole another inch. I stared at her eyes on my phone's screen while her lips pulled flat around the girth of such a huge cock. Her eyes closed and in one movement, she had the whole of his cock in her mouth. Her nose pressed right into his belly.

"Holy shit!" Zachary breathed. "Nobody's ever--"

He brought the camera down for a look at the side. Yvette's neck was obviously filled with his Zachary's pompous prick. She was making audible swallowing noises and each one birthed a moan from Zachary's baritone voice. "...shit... oh my shit ... oh girl ... " She opened her eyes, inhaling his public hair. And then she relaxed off of him completely with the sound of a pop. Her hand remained to jack him confidently.

Anne Marie was on her knees now, staring at Yvette with eyes of sexual marvel.

I opened the next file on my phone. My fat cock and hand wet with spit and pre-cum. It began with Yvette's hand on that very black cock.

Yvette pointed Zachary's tower at Anne Marie. Her mouth dropped like a sexual zombie. Yvette set the head of Zachary's prized erection on her bottom teeth. "I'm... so hard..." Zachary hissed. Once the head was in Anne Marie's mouth, Yvette gripped the girl's hair and pushed her forward, forcing more of the cock into the young one's mouth. She audibly gagged. Yvette pulled her from the cock and licked Anne Marie's lips before French kissing her. Anne Marie returned the tongue and lip play, eyes closed.


Temptation's Contempt



Yvette turned back to the prick and deep throated him again in one quick slurp.

"That's it white child... take my fuck stick... I want the knob in your belly..." Zachary panted. Yvette made heavy swallowing noises. Once. Twice. The third swallow emitted a shallow breath from Zachary --the sort one makes when they're trying not to blow a load. And then she released him again, stroked the shaft, and looked back at Anne Marie.

Anne Marie's eyes were big, one blue, one green. She looked between Zachary's gigantic cock leaking pre-cum and my daughter. Yvette's eyes betrayed an inside joke and her lips curved in a wicked smile --she did all of this to taunt Anne Marie. Anne Marie's eyes protested, but Yvette shushed her quietly, like a mother with a band aid. She rubbed the poor girl's jaw and coaxed her to open herself for Zachary again. Anne Marie finally opened wide.

And again, my daughter forced the company receptionist to take all of the cock she could. Anne Marie's eyes clenched shut, her voice resisted deep in her throat. Yvette half-stroked the girl's hair, half-grabbed it. She pulled her back only to force her forward again.

On the third take, Anne Marie had almost three-quarters of Zachary's cock in her throat.

"...atta girl... let this slutty bitch teach you... teach you how to treat a proper cock..." Zachary groaned.

I was tempted to re-watch that particular file, but instead loaded the next one and tried to keep my breathing inaudible.

With a slurp, Anne Marie was pulled from Zachary's wide one. The length of it bobbed and Yvette dutifully jacked it while Anne Marie pulled air into her lungs. As she panted, I could see her nipples hard inside the blouse she was still wearing. Yvette licked the thick member as Anne Marie gasped in her ear: "I want... to... go again..."

Yvette leaned up and the two looked at each other's eyes --they were absolute mirrors of total lust. Both smiled widely and Yvette pointed the bulging mass as Anne Marie's wanton mouth again.

"Hell yeah... this cock..." Zachary urged as Anne Marie's lips encased it. "Is a thing... of..." Yvette slammed the girl's head forward again. "...wor...ship... a ... thing... of ..." Anne Marie almost had it all. "... beauty..." With the latest push, Anne Marie had it all. The girl's throat was stretched to accommodate my boss's meat and her eyes were wet with tears of effort. Her voice approved and Yvette stroked her hair and Zachary's belly. "...that's good..." Zachary hissed. He traced her bangs away from her mis-matched eyes and her expression yielded total sexual slavery. She released the cock with a gasp and looked to Yvette.

Immediately, she pounced on my daughter and shoved her tongue into my daughter's throat. Anne Marie's hands worked to remove her blouse quickly and the tops of her breasts were immediately apparent. Yvette had inspired a fire in Anne Marie, she'd poured gasoline and she'd created a most aggressive sexual ferocity. In that moment, I knew what Anne Marie was going through. I'd been there before. As her top came off, she moaned gratefully that my daughter kissed back.

Zachary took a step back and got a shot of his cock.

"It's never been this big and hard girls..." he breathed. "...I can fuck anything!"

My phone had stopped vibrating with new messages, so I knew their session was almost to an end. I wondered what the lag time was between their actions and my phone. I wondered if I could hold on as long as Zachary seemed to. My penis was swollen so hard that it would take only a finger tap to make me explode --so I used my cock hand to open the next message.

Yvette was lying back on the table, propped up on her elbows and Anne Marie's head was bobbing up and down between her thighs. Yvette's fingers were stroking the long brown hair. The camera movement was rougher than it had been --like Zachary was distracted. Suddenly a condom wrapper was thrust into view. "...ah ha... found the bastard..." I heard him say.

I heard him tearing the wrapper with one hand.

His loose camera frame found Yvette. She was looking right at him.

"You're not putting that inside me..." She said with a sly smile.

"Oh yeah I am!" Zachary said. "No babies. No diseases. That's how I do all the girls."

"Then you can stick that latex bullshit in the other 'ho'..." Yvette chuckled, doing an impression of Zachary's voice. The camera revealed Anne Marie's skirt hiked up with no panties. She spread her pussy lips approvingly and she bounced her hips in invitation. The shot moved back to Yvette --her smile lazy and wicked. "I don't do condoms."

I could sense hesitation and doubt as the camera's view settled into a sober steadiness. Yvette took this moment to rub her own tits in circles before squeezing each. Her hard nipples were pointing to the ceiling lights, thick and red. The golden hoops of her nipple rings dangled over her knuckles as she brought her chin forward to lick only the right tit. She moaned, coaxing him.

The camera view dropped abruptly and I couldn't tell what was happening. I heard movement --maybe Anne Marie forced out of position.

I only heard my daughter shout: "KEEP FILMMING!" Her shriek put a chill in my throat.

"Here! Here! You do it, bitch!" Zachary shouted back and it was obvious that Anne Marie had been shoved away, the camera phone thrust into her hand. As Anne Marie lined up her shot, it was Zachary who stood between my daughter's legs with a condom proudly stretched over his abundant cock. It was huge, maybe even bigger than it had been the whole time.

"You're gonna do it..." I heard myself whisper, barely touching my cock. "...you have to obey..."

"C'mon..." Yvette taunted as she brought a bare foot up. She traced the inside of his dark thigh with her toes, each stroke went higher and higher. Anne Marie moved in closer, letting me see her toes touch the underside of his balls. "...your silly dick is already harder than its ever been... and we both know why... cause it wants to feeeel me... it doesn't want your dammed raincoat... it wants to know how I feeeeel in here..." The back of her foot continued the long journey up his length slowly.

"Stop talking," Zachary said.

Yvette's toes started moving against the condom between her big toe and the second toe, gathering slack in the rubber. "C'mon..." Yvette cooed, "...you wanna fuck... dontcha? C'mon..."

"Fuck her you dumb son of a bitch," I hissed.

There was a knock at the bathroom door and I nearly jumped.

"Are you alright?!" I heard Issac yell.

"Yeah!" I called back, loading the next file. "I need a minute!"

"Thought you fell in!"

"Ha ha, Issac, ha ha!"

I hit play. I swear my phone was two inches from my eyes.

Zachary removed the condom and Yvette arched her pussy toward him. "That's more like it..." she whispered. She rolled her head to look at Anne Marie. "...look sweetie... Anne Marie's fingering herself... too bad there won't be any cock left for her! Look closely..." She licked her lips. "I will fuck you limp."

Zachary stepped between her open legs, head hanging in surrender to Yvette's power.

"That's right you dumb ass," I grunted, going back to stroking my own cock.

"You'll like it this wa--" Yvette breathed and then stopped. Zachary was penetrating her. That moment seemed frozen, Yvette's lips parted in a smile of ecstasy, her teeth barely exposed. Her eyes were heavy with satisfaction.

"Shut up." Zachary blurted as he thrust forward some more.

"Ah... you're in it now..." Yvette hissed. "...it's hot and tight, right?"

Zachary nodded, moving his hips slowly.

"...my pussy... my diseases..." Yvette grabbed one of his hands and crushed it into her right tit. He dutifully began to knead it. His free hand went to the other one. "...it's okay..." she shushed. "...it's okay... anybody would..."

"Shut up!" Zachary growled and put a hand over her mouth. He began to fuck her harder.

I was timing my hand job to his thrusts.

With the next file loaded, I found Zachary's fucking to be the very opposite of gentle. He was a raging animal --ruled by the lust-packed head of his cock. He rammed her and each time he did, her free tit flew toward Yvette's shoulder. Again and again. He slammed into her wet pussy, keeping one hand on her mouth. I saw Yvette's eyes go right to the camera, right to me. Her eyes smiled at me and reminded me that she'd always get whatever she wanted. She kept that taunting expression on her face until Zachary removed his hand from her lips.

"...you make my pussy so sloppy... so wet..." She giggled.

Zachary nodded in agreement. His breathing was mounting. Her legs were locked around his ass.

"I'm close!" Zachary groaned.

"Gonna... make a... baby in me?" She chuckled. "...I can feel it in your cock... that's why it's so fat right now... it wants to seed me..." She rubbed his back. "...you want visitation rights just to have an... excuse to fuck this twat..." She gave a sinister laugh.

"We should do a cum-shot," Anne Marie said, her voice betraying how close she was to bringing herself off. 

Yvette ignored her. She just narrowed her eyes at Zachary, "...do it..." she laughed lightly and grinded her hips against him with more speed. Her own breath mounted higher and higher. "...I dare you... make a baby... in me... you asshole... c'mon... c'mon..."

Zachary leaned away, shocked with her words. His hands gripped her thighs. It looked like he was trying to pull them apart so he could get away.

"C'mon!" Yvette near shouted as she grinded her teeth and writhed against him.

I came. I touched my fingers to my full cock and it shot a stream at the floor of the stall. I moved to re-direct the next stream to the toilet and it smacked the water. The third shot weakened my knees and I thrust the hand with the phone out to balance. I came again, trying hard not to make any noise.

I caught my breath. I tucked my cock into my pants and flushed the toilet.

And then I loaded the final file.

I could tell that Zachary was on the brim of climax and Yvette wouldn't move her legs away. He stopped pressing his hands into her thighs and went between her legs instead. Yvette put her own hand there to keep him from slipping the cock out. I could see his ass clenched, trying to hold back his cum, but Yvette was in charge. She raised her ass off the table and fucked against him harder. She didn't cry out, but her cheeks were flushed with ecstasy. I remembered they were all trying to be quiet to keep from being busted.

Yvette's hips went faster and faster. She was using her free hand for leverage on the table as her pussy worked to coax the snot out of Zachary's gigantic fuck stick.

Zachary was holding his breath now, concentrating.

That's when Yvette raised herself up, hooked a hand around his head and brought his lips down to her own. They immediately started French kissing and Zachary groaned, releasing his sperm into my daughter. Yvette's snide grin immediately spread across her lips as she continued kissing him. The hand she had between her legs re-emerged and grabbed his ass. She squeezed it encouragingly before she stroked it and patted it.

The image froze there. Her white hand on his dark, perfectly toned ass.

I pocketed my phone and washed my hands before I returned to work.

The bright sunlight was a harsh reminder as to how long I'd been out. I found Issac chatting on the phone at Anne Marie's desk. I sat down heavily with a thick cum stain stuck my drawers to my thighs. Issac covered the mouth piece to the phone and said to me: "They want you in the conference room."

It wasn't until then that I dared look to the conference room.

The door was still closed.

I felt a surge in my chest and a brick in my belly. I had no idea why I would or could ever be apart of what had happened behind that closed door. I did not communicate that with Issac. I just nodded and headed for the conference room door. I don't believe I had ever contemplated the weight of a door knob nor its shape until that moment. I opened the door.

The scene was very off-kilter. All three were dressed like nothing had happened. Zachary and Anne Marie were next to each other. Anne Marie had Zachary's head on her shoulder and she rubbed his baldhead. His eyes were closed. I wondered if he'd ever be the same. I didn't think I could ever be. I wouldn't have been surprised to discover that Yvette had given him ground rules, like she'd done to me. Maybe Yvette made everyone she fucked swear to her three demands. It occurred to me that I might not ever know because to ask would violate her rule of respect.

Anne Marie stared blankly at me. I wondered how she felt, knowing she was Yvette's sexual inferior. Zachary would probably never fuck her again --even if Yvette hadn't made him swear not to. She actually felt like she'd been preyed upon --something about Yvette's tone when she noted that she'd have all the cock to herself.

And Yvette. She was dressed up again and looking at herself in a compact mirror. She adjusted her hair. Her feet on the table next to the food bag --next to the cup she'd pissed in.

"Yvette--"

"Hey, dad," she said, not looking up from herself.

Before I could prompt her, she slammed her compact shut and looked at me. "We saved a hamburger for you." She indicated the bag with her head. I noticed that she didn't have her high heels on.

I went into the bag and found that there was indeed a hamburger left. I opened its wrapping like she wanted and took a bite. It was far from fresh --more like the cardboard that teenagers crave.

"So..." Yvette said, as I chewed, "... did you get my messages?"

I glanced around the room at that time.

Anne Marie's eyes hinted at surprise. Zachary raised his head up to look at me.

"Yeah." I said after a swallow.

Yvette leaned onto her elbows and placed the cigarette I gave her into her mouth. She looked up at me with an impatience I'd never seen and I went to her. I produced the lighter she wanted and flicked it on for her.

"You can't smoke--" Anne Marie blurted and then stopped when Zachary put a mouth over her lips.

I lit her cigarette there in the conference room. She sat back and exhaled a perfect stream into the air above the table. Her smoke dominated the space above the table. I pocketed the lighter.

"So you're aware," she said, her voice above a whisper, "of their part in this."

I couldn't make eye contact with anyone in the room.

"We have to even the playing field, daddy..." she said, eyeing me as she took a drag. The embers crackled in the absolute silence of a place that was strictly 'no smoking.' Her foot touched to the cherry-drink cup and she pushed it toward me. "...it's important that... like you understand their relationship to me... that they understand my relationship to you."

The cup scratched along the surface of the table and stopped in front of me. Mid-hamburger.

"You want me to drink--" I blurted.

But she was way ahead of me, "--drink. In front of them. I want them to see. The bitch and the boss who you hate. Drink."

I looked at the cup.

I finally looked at Zachary and Anne Marie. Her blouse was slightly open, exposing the top of her tiny right tit. Zachary stared coldly, a free hand under the table. And Yvette. She only smoked --looking as if she were bored with pomp and circumstance.

There was no temperature when I touched the cup. Her piss had already fallen to room temperature.

I would always respect her.

I would always defend her.

And I would never refuse her.

So I drank.

So I put the cup to my lips and drank in the swill from my very beautiful mistress. It was flat and acrid with a hint of cherry. With each swallow, I became more and more grateful. I was vaguely aware of the others in the room who watched and judged.

And I really didn't care about their conclusions. 

*next: Temptation's Constant