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Changing Room Pt. 01

By: grumpyg



Foreplay: This is a work of fiction. I really haven't a clue whether everything herein is possible, but just in case you've ever wanted to be a fly on the wall of the women's changing rooms, let's just suppose everything is. What originally started out as a small idea grew into a much bigger one, so for convenience I've split it into two parts. All characters depicted are fictitious and are over 18. 

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After years of hard work in IT planning, developing and upgrading websites for several companies, I had gleaned enough knowledge to put some programming to my own use. The company I'm presently working for owns four huge clothing warehouses, specialising in quality, budget-priced clothing to fashion conscious teenage girls and young women. We also sell beachwear, nightwear and a small selection of clothes for the older woman but ages 13 to 35 or so are our target and by using the time tested sales plan we can stack 'em high and sell 'em cheap. By trading solely online through a well planned website we can undercut high street stores while never skimping on the quality of our stock and offering first class customer service. 

"Terry," said MD Steve Winterbourne one day, "Come in and take a seat. Would you like a coffee?" 

"Please," I answered, "How can I help you?" I'd been summoned to Steve's office, which usually meant something had gone wrong - like a deadline not reached or the IT department had gone over budget. When something had gone wrong, though, I didn't get the coffee. Managerial coffee was in a totally different league to the usual barely drinkable vending machine sludge. I never refused it. 

"The Board had its regular meeting this morning," he began. "You've been with us quite a while now and you've worked wonders with our website. You know the huge range of styles we stock and you know that we operate a comprehensive returns policy. If a customer orders from us and doesn't like what's arrived in the post, they can return it without any fuss. It's a policy that works well." 

The coffee arrived by way of Steve's secretary Julie. Partly unbuttoned blouse, breathtaking tits, slim waist, short skirt arranged around a tight butt and very, very attractive ... the way Steve likes them. He took a sip of his coffee and bit into one of the local delicatessen's home made biscuits. 

"Of course, this is one of the many company costs and we are always reviewing options to maximise profits. Minimising returns is one way of doing that." He paused again to take another sip of coffee and bite of a most delicious biscuit. I was an honoured employee to partake of such a feast. 

"We have quality photos which can be zoomed to half screen. We have front and back views and we have almost every size in stock. What we don't have is a fitting room and, as a married man with a teenage girl, you will know that every woman loves to try clothes on to see how they look. Why, even little girls like to dress up." 

We chatted for a while about our families, holidays etc., while what he'd said sunk in. 

"So, Terry," he continued, "If our customers could have a virtual changing room, we're hoping the returns will become less and less, and when our customers tell their friends, well we are not going to shut down any high street stores but we might hit them where it hurts. You're the programming whizz, Terry. My thoughts are that if we could link a customer's webcam to our range of clothes, although it might take some special photography, we could run rings round other Web retailers." 

With just one buzz on his intercom, our coffee and biscuits were replenished 

Steve was in serious mode. Although the company was doing well, there was always the desire to do better. 

"Think of it this way. The pound shops have cutout books. There's a cutout of a girl, then cutouts of clothes with tabs. The tabbed clothes go on the ... " 

"I know exactly what you mean. Our daughter, Holly, had several. She spent hours and hours playing, trying this then that until she was happy." 

"So you see. If we can join the customer's face from a webcam to our clothes, do you see where I'm going?" 

"Exactly. Give me a few days to chew it over." 

-- 

"Hi daddy. Did you have a good day?" 

Holly, our beautiful 19 year old daughter, was there to greet me when I got home. A simple hug and a kiss on the cheek was all I was allowed. There are just the three of us at home; Holly, Rachel my wife and myself. Holly is a studious girl but prefers working her way up and earning a salary. We could have helped her through college or university but Holly has her own mind. She often looks on the company's website but prefers going into town. As I said earlier, girls like to try clothes on and, with the limit of 3 items per person in the changing rooms, she shops with her friends. They then swap with each other. You get the gist? 

Holly and I have always been close but Rachel intervenes even if Holly wants to sunbathe in the garden. 

"Holly! That bikini bottom is so cut back I can see your pubic hair. What will old Arthur next door think? What will you father think? And tighten your neck strap; when you bend you don't want anyone seeing your nipples and blah, de blah, de blah." 

Rachel probably had a fair point. Holly's breasts were a little below par for any horny male. A last minute shopping trip before she went on holiday meant her bikini top was too big and if the strings weren't pulled tight the cups sometimes gaped open I knew that well enough as we'd been swimming in the town pool. Arthur would probably have a heart attack if his neighbour's daughter accidentally flashed him. Poor bugger would die happy though. 

Inside, Holly dare not parade around in underwear, had to wear a peep-proof nightie, dare not bend forward lest her limited cleavage showed too much skin. Neither dare she sit casually in a short skirt on the off chance she might show her panties. 

When Rachel wasn't around Holly sometimes used her charm to beg £10 off me, but those times were few. Rachel's constant remarks had sunk in to Holly's mind but Holly and I were at one. She loved me as much as any daughter could love her daddy and I loved her. 

I could dream though. I could fantasise about being a fly on the wall being able to see her topless or naked. For now though all I had to look forward to was a kiss on the cheek and a brief hug. 

-- 

I tried to think Steve's idea through, then I tried some more. In the end I phoned Bill, a long-standing friend who knew far more about webcams than I did. He agreed to have a drink with me the following evening. 

"Thanks for meeting up, Bill," I said, placing a pint of his favourite real ale in front of him. Bill lived on the other side of town and we met up from time to time at The Rampaging Ferret Inn to solve all the world's problems that affected us. As long as I kept the beers coming I knew he would fill me in with his expertise. Between us we had the webcam sub routines sorted. 

Steve seemed relieved and pleased that the Board's suggestions looked to be quite feasible. For days and weeks I drank the undrinkable machine coffee and ate the regular supply of home made biscuits that the Board donated, working long hours getting the coding working as I wanted it to be. Finally I scanned some face photos and matched them to samples of clothes on the website. A book load of coding, a webcam link and some volunteers from the secretaries pool and we had lift-off. 

"It looks good," said Steve, viewing my work on his laptop, and that was praise indeed. "How about our swimwear lines and, if any if our secretaries play along, some lingerie lines? Tell them I'll pay a bonus and the photos or cam shots will be held securely. If you get a volunteer, could you link their home webcam to your testing pages so they can model for us in private?" 

"I don't see why not. That's what we ultimately want anyway. And I think I know just which of the secretaries to ask." 

Roll on several months, more pages of coding, sleepless nights, testing, debugging, retesting. The vending machine coffee was upgraded and finally a sample of clothes, swimwear and, yes, lingerie were prepared for the new website. Our photography team worked hard and, with some image manipulation magic, quite a number of our stock photos were altered so the clothing could be detached from the model's body. This was the digital version of the pound shop cutouts. The clothing could be dragged and dropped to the customer webcam photo in the virtual changing room, then resized as necessary. The results were tested against a female face and then a female body. 

I needed a volunteer. 

"Hi, Debbie speaking." 

"Hi Debbie, it's Terry from IT." I knew Debbie well. Like many of the other secretaries she rang me when her computer went down. Debbie was a vivacious blonde who partied to the full outside of work. Aged just 23 she was by far the most knowledgeable of our secretaries and could be depended upon to keep important matters hush. We'd had a kiss and cuddle and ... well ... a steamy session in the stationery store after the office party last Christmas. 

"Debbie, I've been working on a new addition to the company website. We need a bit of modelling done and I thought you might be able to help. Could we talk it over through lunch?" 

"Sure, Terry. I owe you a few favours for fixing my machine so quickly." 

"OK, I'll meet you at The Drowned Rabbit at 12.30." 

The pub was just 2 minutes walk away and served excellent food. We talked my ideas over and I stood the food and drinks tab. It would mean a short visit to Debbie's home to teach her how to access the test site and link her webcam up 

It was around 6.30 when I arrived at Debbie's house, a modestly sized semi on a housing estate a couple of miles north of town. Although the furniture wasn't top notch, the house was neat and tidy and spotlessly clean. She led me to the small bedroom where her PC was. 

"Thank you very much, Debbie, for helping," I began. "I just need to install the test package, tweak your browser and we will able to access my test area on the company's website." Rob, her husband, was as excited as Debbie and watched with interest as I got her up and running. Rob obviously didn't know about the office party. 

At home, Debbie was dressed far more casually than at work. Stood behind her I hoped Rob didn't notice that I could easily gaze down Debbie's cleavage, especially when she leaned forward to the screen and had a nip slip moment. It was obvious she'd had a quick shower; classy, expensive smelling shower gel and shampoo invaded my senses. Her cleavage was radiating enticing scents. I stayed just long enough to let her 'try on' a couple of outfits and explain that short sleeved blouses and swimwear would superimpose over any other items she might be wearing. In effect, being in bra and pants for the short sleeved blouses and short skirts, for example, would give better results. I left the rest to her imagination and assured her and Rob that the test site was secure and no-one else could see. 

The following morning Debbie greeted me as soon as I arrived. 

"Terry! That new thing you've put on the website is FANTASTIC. It took me a few minutes to learn how to drag and resize the clothes, but I tried on loads of stuff and I'm going to order one of the bikinis for our holiday. Rob thinks it's fantastic too," she laughed, looked around and whispered in case anyone should hear, "Especially the bra and panties sets. There's some really nice stuff and Rob's treating me to some of them." She paused again as if thinking what to say. Finally she confided, with one of those naughty child giggles. "It was late when we got to bed and even later when we got to sleep." 

That was information overload. "So you think it will be a success?" 

"As I said, it's fantastic. I don't think any stores would let Rob come in the changing room and I'm not giving any pervs a thrill by wearing underwear outside the cubicle so Rob can see. Anyway, a lot of stores ask you to try on their panties over your own for hygiene reasons. At home you've much more privacy, and you don't have any restrictions on the number of items you take into the changing room. Rob wants me to have another go tonight." 

Rather than talk things over in the office, I stood her lunch again at The Drowned Rabbit. Debbie was bubbling with excitement. 

"I didn't want to say too much in the office," she said, taking a mouthful of chicken piri piri salad. "As I understand it, this is top secret until it goes live." 

"I take it the idea is something you really like." 

"It's brilliant. I could spend all weekend just browsing, trying things on, discussing the ones I like with Rob. You really need some more lingerie though. Although most people don't see it, sexy underwear makes me feel confident and good all day long." 

Ah, yes, the office party. I remembered. "I have to see Mr Winterbourne this afternoon. I'll tell him what you've said." 

We chatted like we've never chatted before, about life, about hobbies, about travel ... anything and everything. She was an incurable flirt and already I was looking forward to the next office party. Sadly our lunch hour was coming to an end and we both had work to do. 

Steve Winterbourne was in an equally good mood. Sales were already up on the previous year, as were profits. I filled him in with my progress and that Debbie had been very pleased indeed. I didn't mention Rob nor their delay in getting to sleep. 

"There's just one favour I want to ask," said Steve at the end of my debriefing. 

"Sure," I said, if I can help. 

"Of course, I'll cover all expenses but could you set the same test run up on Julie's home computer? She sits in on our Board meetings to record the minutes and she knows the progress you've made. Julie often finds it difficult to fit in clothes shopping with her hectic social life and she'd be thrilled to road test the new website." 

"No problem," I said, "But does she know there's only a fraction of our stock on the test pages?" 

"Yes she does. She also knows that the webcam link is to our secure server and any images can be deleted automatically at the end of the session." 

"I could do it tonight if you wish," I answered. "If you can spare Julie for half an hour I'll speak with her in my office and explain how it all works." I wanted to make sure my next suggestion was phrased correctly. "Debbie also suggested that we might try some sexier lingerie. Considering that the virtual changing room is accessed mainly at home, she thinks that her husband might enjoy seeing her in something of his choice, rather than him experiencing some embarrassment buying her sexy undies in a high street store, only to find she doesn't like them. Maybe you could offer a separate section for registered customers only?" 

Steve nodded. "You have a valid point there. I'll see what I can do." 

I continued. "By insisting on checking for a valid credit card, this would eliminate under age youths sneaking a peek too. Perhaps as a sweetener you could offer a first purchase discount." 

"Valid points again. I'll run them past the Board." 

I phoned home. Rachel answered and I told her I'd be late home. Rachel was becoming resigned to not seeing as much of me as she used to and Holly had started making comments that she 'hardly sees daddy.' 

I smiled. 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder.' 

I worked longer that day, rechecking and eliminating bugs. By the time I arrived at Julie's apartment she too had showered and changed. She answered the door, hair still damp and wearing, let's just say, very clingy clothes. 

"Hi, Terry. Come in. Sorry I've not had time to eat yet. Can I get you a coffee?" 

"That's OK, and no, thanks for the offer but I'll be eating very soon. Wow, you really look different to when you're wearing your formal office clothes." 

"Thank you," she answered, smiling. "But can you show me quickly how to use this test website. I'm eager to try it but my boyfriend is coming over soon. He's rather the jealous sort." 

I understood immediately. That explained too the choice of clothes. 

I installed the doctored webcam software from my USB stick and brought up the test website. A quick tutorial was all that was needed. Thoughts of Julie's cleavage kept me hard all the way home. 

"Daddy! You're home. Mum said you'd be really late." 

Absence really did make the heart grow fonder. Holly had given me much more attention of late. 

"I need something to eat, I'm starving, then you have my full attention." 

While Rachel busied herself warming up the remains of the dinner she'd cooked, Holly made the best of her mother's distraction. 

Watching very carefully she sat on my lap and hugged me tight. "Daddy," she said quietly in my ear, "I really miss you not being here. I love you." She kissed me fully on my lips. 

"I love you too," I said, "But I'm working on a major project and there is a large bonus at stake. It's nearly complete, then we can do something really special." 

Holly's breasts were gently pressing against me and the remains of a potent perfume filled my nostrils. Her long, pale brown hair tickled my cheeks. I could feel myself becoming very hard. Holly noticed. 

"Daddy, that shouldn't happen. Mum says it's wrong. Please don't let it spoil things." 

My voice dropped real low. "I'm sorry. It's something nature doesn't allow me to control. It tells me how deeply I love you and how beautiful you are. Do you really think it's wrong?" 

Holly thought a moment. No daddy, I don't think it's wrong, but if mum finds out ..." Her voice tailed off. 

Then I think you must go help mum. In that way nature will cure the problem. 

Thankfully, by the time my dinner was ready all had calmed down. Rachel would be out for much of the evening at the WI meeting. There was something I needed to do on my laptop straight after dinner, then Holly and I could have some private time together. Both Rachel and Holly knew not to disturb me. As far as they were concerned my work was confidential and top secret. I used the small, spare bedroom as an office. Once there I booted up my laptop. 

Right at the start of the project I had inserted coding that could allow me to monitor the webcam feed. The tiny app secretly installed from the USB stick enabled me to link directly into Debbie and Julie's computer and view their webcam feed to the test website. In other words I could peek into their changing room. 

Within seconds I became one of the privileged few to see Debbie 'wearing' company lingerie. One of her agreed conditions was that after the live launch her images would be totally wiped from our server, but we were still testing so I wasn't going to break that rule. In any case, as far as Steve or any other staff were concerned the images were encrypted. Only I could access them with my master password. 

After live launch any registered customer would be able to save their favourite item photos or short video on the company's server for a few days. These would also be encrypted. My only concern was that, should I leave the company, my successor could find the coding and suspicions might be raised, but there wouldn't be any tracking saved. I could plead an oversight that a development aid had simply been accidentally overlooked. 

Debbie seemed pleased with her selection and her husband too. Judging by the way he was running his hands around the imaginary lacy bra and panties proved that he was impressed. The testing was perfect ... then Debbie pressed a key and the dragged and resized clothing image disappeared. She was naked! 

Then I keyed in Julie's temporary account ID and my master password. She seemed to be sat browsing the range of items on the test site. I was disappointed, then suddenly an image appeared of her wearing a sleeveless top. She thought for a moment, shook her head as if annoyed at her mistake and discarded the sleeved top she was wearing. It was a simple error but I was lucky enough to view her wearing just her bra before the chosen virtual sleeveless top became superimposed again. 


Changing Room Pt. 01



"Daddy, are you going to be long?" Holly's voice floated up into the spare room. I hadn't noticed the time. 

"I'll be straight down," I shouted, disgusted with myself for spying on two colleagues. 

'Mmmwah', a great big sloppy kiss right on my lips. Holly hugged me. "I really miss you when you work so late," she said, with a look on her face that told me her greeting was genuine. 

"I miss our time together too." Sometimes we went for walks, just to nowhere special and back again. There we could hold hands or with Holly linked in to my arm; in that way she could slow me to her walking speed. Sometimes we'd look for shy birds in the hedgerows, maybe blue tits or chaffinches or a goldfinch which rarely came to our bird table. We might hear a cuckoo or the tapping of a woodpecker. We would stand still, ears straining to learn where the noise came from. On such walks we became closer, our love a spiritual one. Sometimes Holly would stop and kiss me without risk of her mum seeing, sometimes she would stop, urgently needing to pee after drinking too much fizzy pop, or cups of tea. I stood guard lest anyone should come by, often near enough to see Holly's amply rounded butt bounce up and down. 

"Daddy, you weren't looking were you?" a teasing jibe, knowing full well I had done. 

I would become hard, a combination of the intimacy of holding hands, a prolonged kiss and a sneaky peek of her bobbing, naked butt. 

"Daddy!" she admonished, realising I was in a dream world, "Hello, anyone at home?" 

All at once I was back with her in the lounge, embarrassed that my mind had wandered and embarrassed that my thoughts had made me stiffen again. I went through to the fridge, took out two cans and gave one to Holly. We sat on the armchair, Holly on my lap. 

"Sooooo, daddy, what is it you've been working so hard on?" 

"Sorry, I can't to you much, except to say my project is going live very soon." 

"Is it to do with all the clothes you sell?" 

"Yes, but I can't tell you what. As soon as it goes live I'll tell you." 

The mixed perfumes of hair, body spray and dabs on her pulse points smelled good; real good. Now a young woman, my little girl had grown up way too fast. We had photos, we had memories. Time had passed so quickly. 

"OK, daddy, can we cuddle?" 

"We can kiss too, mum isn't here." 

Holly turned, kissed me full on the lips. Without speaking, my lips insisted that we kiss more deeply. 

My little grown-up girl pulled away. "Daddy, not like that. Mum doesn't even like my boyfriends doing that. She tells me ..." 

Her voice tailed off. I got the idea she was confused. Rachel was overriding her natural instincts. Holly would soon become averse to real sexual intimacy. 

We both took a long drink from the lager cans. 

We cuddled some more. The infused perfumes and the natural hidden pheromones in her body odour combined together. Despite my best intentions I felt myself harden again. 

"Daddy, no!" Holly was most emphatic. "Mum says that's wrong." 

"Is mum here? Will she know?" 

"No, I guess not." 

"I told you. My body can't control it. You're precious, beautiful and I love you lots. My body is just telling you so. Can't you understand?" 

We took another drink from the cans, emptying both. I fetched two more. The tension had made my mouth dry. I needed the drink. I guess Holly did too, for she drank freely from the second can. 

Holly relaxed again. My hand was already on her side. There was a tiny fraction of an inch of material between my hand and her bare skin. I moved my hand slowly and gently, brushing the cotton against her. She giggled, partly from the tickling sensation and partly from the alcohol. Unlike many her age, Holly didn't drink much. Mum's influence again ... 'boys will take advantage of you.' 

"Daddy, that tickles." 

"Sorry sweetheart. I wasn't thinking." 

"It's OK. If you do it slowly it's quite relaxing. Don't tickle me fast though. If I start laughing I'll get hiccups." 

"OK." 

Holly leaned forward and drained the second can of lager. Mine was almost empty. Without asking, Holly got two more. 

"Don't worry. If mum asks then you tell her I just had one." She passed me one can and popped the seal on the second, taking a large swig." 

"Holly! Do you think that's wise. You don't want to be drunk when mum gets back." 

"It helps me chill, " she answered, "And I'm enjoying my evening with my daddy. I don't get to do that very often. Anyway, it will help you chill too and take your mind off work." She flopped, rather than sat, on my lap, taking my arm and placing my hand on her side, where I'd just been tickling. She kissed me then lay back, giggling because I was still hard. "Daddy" she said, emphasising, drawing out the word and wagging a finger. "That's naughty." 

"Nothing I can do, I'm afraid. We can watch telly if you wish." 

Holly didn't reply, leaned forward and took another big swig." 

"That's your last can," I said. "You're getting tipsy already." 

"And you're getting bossy!" She wagged a finger at me again then slumped back, again putting my hand on her side." 

"I could take advantage of you," I cautioned, slipping my hand under her shirt, touching her bare skin." 

"Well, thass OK because you're my favourite daddy." I noticed the slurring in her voice. Too much lager too quickly. Did I just hear her right? 

I began to slowly move my hand up and down her side. Holly said nothing, just lay back with her eyes closed. 

"I need a piss, don't go away." Piss wasn't a word I'd ever heard from Holly. She got awkwardly up and went upstairs to the bathroom. When she returned she resumed a flopped out pose on my lap, moving my hand this time to under her shirt. I resumed the tickling. 

Now my hand wasn't obstructed by a bra; she'd taken it off. Taking that as acceptance from her, or maybe an unspoken request, I lazily let my hand roam over previously unexplored skin, tenderly caressing the side of her tit. This must have gone on for half an hour at least, Holly laid, limp and relaxed partly on my lap and partly supported by the large armchair. I was simply stroking her tit, over to her armpit, back down the side of her tit, underneath then over the peak of her tit brushing her nipple on the way. Her nipple was stood out, proud, erect, stiffened by the arousal of its nerves. Holly wasn't blessed with large breasts, indeed they were barely medium sized, but neither too were they tiny. Over the years I'd seldom seen them, even a glimpse of her inadequate cleavage was rare indeed. Rachel had spoken and she had spoken very often. 

"Mmmm, daddy," she murmured, eyelids now heavy from the alcohol, "A little faster please." I did as she asked and she sighed deeply. I still hadn't seen her breasts and I wasn't going to force it now. 

I suddenly heard the front door Yale latch. Time had rushed by and Rachel was home. By the time the door opened Holly was off my lap with her cotton shirt straightened. I was still hard, but with thoughts of Rachel spying it the evidence quickly subsided. This wasn't the same for the 6 lager cans and Rachel missed nothing. 

"Sorry," I said before the accusations began, "We've been talking about my work, Holly's work, what I've missed whole I've been working and other bits of gossip." 

"So Holly's had 3? I hope she's not seeing any boys tonight." 

"I had 4, I've had a rough day," I lied, "Holly's been trying to cheer me up." ('And not in the way you might think,' I omitted to say.) 

Thankfully nothing more was said. 

"I've still some things to check," I said. "It won't take me long." 

I went up to my small office. Holly was laid on her bed. 

"That was a near thing," I said, Holly agreed. "Why tonight?" I continued. 

Holly had tears in her eyes. "It's mum, I hardly get to kiss you on the cheek. I daren't wear my pj's around you, I daren't wear a short skirt but she makes a comment, neither a low cut top. Hell, she even made a dig you were perving when I wore my bikini on holiday." 

I sympathised, "She's just over protective." 

'It's that damned Women's Institute meeting,' I thought, 'All jam and Jerusalem indeed. That prudish 'men are devils' brigade. I'd heard that several of their husbands hardly got to see bare skin. If they fucked at all it was wham bam in the dark, roll over and go to sleep. If the wives took a whole box of aspirin they'd still 'have a headache' and tough shit you perverted husband, your luck is out.' 

"I love you daddy. I want to kiss you sometimes, I want to kiss you properly, I want you to touch me occasionally. I've wanted to tell you for so long it just hurts. Tonight I guess it all came to a head. I needed the drink to get over the guilt of going against mum's rules." She paused a long while, wiping away tears. "It felt wonderful when you touched my breasts and I still feel it now inside me." 

I knew, or at least I thought I knew exactly the feeling she had inside. Maybe I didn't, maybe girls had different sexual feelings to men. I know how I'd fix it for sure. 

"I'm sorry. I've still some work to do on my laptop. I'm sure you can, well, can't you fix those feelings?" 

"DADDY! That's private!" 

"So you don't ...?" 

"I'm not going to tell you." 

"How about I get you started." 

"No, you're not going to watch." 

"Oh so you will fix it?" 

"I don't know. I felt like I could have before, when you were gently tickling me." 

Inappropriate fondling was on my mind, but my daughter had made it abundantly clear she wanted it. 

"So would it help if I tickled you just enough to get you started?" 

"DADDY! NO!" 

"But you allowed me to do it downstairs and you enjoyed it. I won't look at what your hand is doing, I promise." 

"I'm not sure." 

"So try it and see. If it's not better than usual just tell me to sod off." 

"Promise you won't look?" 

"I love you. I want you to trust me. Mum will never know. I promise I won't look." Afterwards you can tell me how much better it feels. I won't even look at your tits." 

"OK." 

Trying very hard not to lift Holly's cotton shirt, I started to gently tickle her sides. After a few strokes I gradually moved up to her breasts, repeating the patterns like before. Holly's hands moved downwards. I sensed she lifted her hips to free her panties and pushed them down as far as she could. 

"Shit!" 

"Sorry?" 

"I can't get them right down. You're in the way." 

"Help you if I shut my eyes?" I sensed her arousal had kicked in. 

"Yes, OK." 

I kept to my promise. All I had to do was move and she could have done it herself, but I'd asked and she'd agreed. With my eyes closed and helping her she kicked the panties off, on to the carpet. I returned to tickling. I was rock solid. 

I felt Holly's butt rise as she pulled her skirt right up. Had I been looking I would have seen her pussy. Her fingers found her pleasure spot. 

"My nipple, daddy. Both if you can." 

I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or her arousal talking. Her fingers were busy, but gently busy. "I can't," I said, "Without lifting your shirt." 

"Daddy, as you said it feels real good. I don't care if you see my tits, just do it." 

I unbuttoned her shirt and folded the two halves back. Holly had beautiful breasts, definitely not cleavage quality but adequately arousing. With every stroke of my fingers across her two proud nipples my cock stiffened even more. 

Holly's breathing deepened, sometimes coming in gasps. Her eyes closed as she concentrated, my tickling fingers working their hardest. 

"Oh fuck!" Holly's body tensed then relaxed several times in quick succession, she shivered head to toe, she gasped desperately for air. A wild orgasm ripped though her. Her eyes remained shut tight. 

I got up, for my work was done. Certain that Holly was concentrating on the feelings inside her, eyes shut tight, I glanced swiftly to where her fingers still remained, moving slowly but still seeking a replay. I left her to enjoy those blissful sensations. 

Switching on my laptop I clicked immediately on the tiny app that could do so much and then on the test website. I knew Julie's user name and my laptop now bypassed her password. Almost three hours had passed since I set her up on the testing site and I thought she'd likely have tired of the novelty of her own private changing room. 

Far from it. She seemed absorbed, maybe enchanted with the idea. She was in the lingerie section, albeit a slimmed down one and her boyfriend (I assumed) was stood behind her. Once she had adopted the same pose as the original photographed model, her face, arms, legs, body were superimposed. [OK, I suppose anyone just reading this might think it's difficult to do but it's easy to pick up]. In effect she was now the model. 

Her boyfriend seemed very happy, seeing his young lady in sexy underwear, however as soon as she pressed the key for the next sample her lingerie disappeared. She too appeared butt naked until she'd dragged the new images over. Of course, she could have left her own underwear on, and probably did for the first few, but I'd warned her about any of her clothes clashing with the sample. 

Naked? I'd never planned that. This was a second bonus, the buyer simply following what she'd have done in a real changing cubicle. This could be real fun. 

Oh, and Holly was fast asleep when I'd finished in my office. I peeked in and she was laid on top of the duvet, both shirt buttoned and skirt pulled decently down. Her panties and bra were on the carpet. I picked them up, briefly put them to my nose and inhaled deeply. I would have to wait a long time before I could get to touching the source of that intoxicating panty odour. The following morning I apologised for my behaviour before Holly set off for work. 

Holly just smiled. "I came three times," she said. "And there's no need to apologise for that. I love you daddy." 

--- 

We rolled out an across-the-range sample launch to a select few of our regular customers. Naturally we didn't store video clips or photos unless the customer wanted to. These would be encrypted. 

We offered a 20% discount to our participating customers and asked them to complete a feedback questionnaire: the feedback was fantastic. 

Move on a month and 50% of our clothing ranges could be viewed at home in this way. Still the feedback was very encouraging and, OK, there were one or two niggles about privacy when it came to swimwear and lingerie. There was always the option of not using the online changing room, so I suppose only the confident females used it. Steve had sourced a very sexy range of lingerie, the kind usually only available at specialist stores. He insisted though that only registered customers who had a credit card would be able to view them online and try them in our virtual changing room. He didn't want the company image to be destroyed by any bad press publicity. 

By the end of the year I'd sorted minor bugs and the whole website had the option built in. We went fully live. It was a revolutionary idea, the coding was patented and my sizable bonus made the whole project worthwhile. The 'not suitable' and 'changed my mind' returns dropped by 80%. Everyone was happy. 

-- 

Purely by chance, one of the Sunday newspaper supplements carried an article about covert and subliminal messaging. Mind control or hypnotic suggestion had always been a real turn on for me. Although I don't care for drugging or alien abduction and brainwashing fiction, getting some woman to strip naked just by a magical sequence of words is fascinating and highly arousing. There's no doubt at all that it works too, if you're clever enough to learn how to do it. 

Holly often visited my company's website before the changes, mostly for ideas, but preferred going onto town. As I said earlier, girls like to try clothes on and, with the limit of 3 items per person in the changing rooms, she shops with her friends. They then swap with each other. You get the gist. 

When Rachel wasn't around Holly sometimes used her charm to beg £10 off me, but those times were few. Even after that special evening, Rachel's remarks had still been in Holly's mind but Holly and I were at one. She loved me as much as any daughter could love her daddy and I loved her. The problem was that Holly had been indoctrinated for several years. 

I could dream though. I could fantasise about being a fly on the wall of one of those changing rooms, seeing not just Holly but a friend too. I needed to rid Holly's brain of the sexual poison her mother had persistently pumped in. 

And thereby evolved an idea. I knew the virtual changing room system by heart. I also knew a flaw which could link someone on the same WiFi network into the virtual cubicle view. It was a bug in the program that I hadn't had need to weed out, because it was highly unlikely that anyone could chance upon the way to do it. In other words, any time Holly's laptop was logged in to the company website I could see her and most of the room she was in. I could also (unless she changed her customer username) view her if she was at a friend's house using the virtual changing room and that opened a huge field of opportunity. 

I spent several weeks learning about covert hypnosis and subliminal suggestion. I tried sending messages to Holly's laptop, simple things at first like 'you're thirsty, you need a drink, wear your yellow sweatshirt, go to the bathroom'. These messages would flash on and off very quickly on her laptop screen, far too quickly for her to notice. Then I tried using a PC audio mixer to embed sub aural messages in the tracks she listened to most - simple messages at first then something like 'ask daddy if he wants to go for a walk' and 'relax for daddy' . The results were hit and miss at first but surprisingly they started to work. Then, and this was really risky, every time she opened my company's virtual changing room website I combined visual and sub-audible subliminal messages together ... 'relax for daddy' and 'relax and listen to daddy and feel good.' 

My first desire was to counter Rachel's anti-sexual conditioning. I had to be patient and very slowly, a little at a time, it started to work. One evening, Mrs Killsexdead crusader (aka Rachel) was at a meeting with another cut-off-their-balls group at a local church. 

Holly brought over a couple of cans. 

"Daddy, can we talk?" 

"Sure, sweetheart, we can always talk." 

"You know, a few months ago when you were working a lot of extra hours ... and I'd had a few cans ... and you, sort-of, started tickling me ... and it was real nice, just the two of us ... and I've always loved you, but not in that kind of way that mum doesn't like ... and you loved me the same?" 

From the way Holly was talking she was struggling to say what she wanted to say. I let her do the talking. 

"Yes, I remember. And I still love you; always have, always will." 

"Well I think it's unfair what mum says and I've been thinking a lot just lately. It's unfair to you and it's unfair to me because you were really gentle. Afterwards you kept your word and didn't look when ... Oh, I'm sorry I'm not making much sense am I?" 

"You're doing fine. Do you mean after mum came home, in your room?" 

"Yes. I was determined to defy mum. You kept your word and it felt fantastic." 

"So it was worth defying mum?" 

"Yes." 

"But you never tried it again." 

"Mum kept warning me. She said I shouldn't have had 2 cans when she wasn't here." 

I guessed the implication. "But you've just got us both a beer!" 

Holly came and sat on my lap, exactly the same as that last time. 

"I want to relax and I want you to help me, please." 

Their was an urgent stirring in my groin. Mrs Do-good and I hadn't had sex for several months following an argument regarding me ogling my daughter. 




Changing Room Pt. 01



Holly kissed me in a way that Rachel had never done. My hand automatically started to caress the same place as before. I suddenly had an idea - something I'd read. Would it work? 

"You can relax for daddy then, let daddy soothe you." 

"Mmmm, yes." 

I opened the bottom buttons of Holly's office-wear blouse, reached around, gently caressing her side. 

"You can always trust me, I'll never hurt you. Relax for me Holly." 

"Mmmm, OK." 

"Sshh don't talk. You have to learn you're safe with me and you can relax." 

My voice dropped real low, like a lullaby I crooned years ago. My fingers were insistent, touching the places I now knew she liked. I pushed her soft bra fabric upwards, lightly stroking her tit and her nipple. 

I tried to remember what I'd read. I got the gist but improvised a little. All I wanted was to override what my wife had told her. Holly had her eyes shut, snuggled up and loose limbed. "Relax, deeply." 

To be honest it was a feeble attempt, or at least I thought so - Holly just seemed to be asleep. She woke up a few minutes later and I got the idea she'd just been tired. 

"Sorry daddy, I guess I was tired." She yawned and stretched, "Wow I feel like I've been asleep for ages." 

"But you're OK now?" 

"Yes, I'm buzzing. I thought you were going to tickle me." 

"Why don't we go to your room like before." 

"Sounds good to me." 

Without asking, Holly undid the rest of the buttons and discarded her blouse swiftly followed by her bra. She sat on her bed allowing me to fully see her breasts. I just couldn't remember when I'd last seen them and I realised I'd misjudged them completely. Holly, rather than shyly covering them, let me take in their shape and texture. They looked and felt firm, pleasing to the touch, round like an orange and standing proud from her chest. She looked fully alive after her short sleep, smiling at me with a new confidence. When she lay down, the lightest touches on her sides and breasts brought her much pleasure. 

"Last time I was here with you I said I'd get you started and you could finish. Would you like to do that now?" 

"Last time," Holly rightly answered, "You almost brought me off downstairs." 

"So I take my time?" 

"Doh! Do you want to me to spell it out?" 

"OK, OK." Somehow there was a change in Holly's attitude. Previously she dare not flutter an eyelid at me or Rachel would have gone mental. I got the feeling Holly would have liked much more from me, but dare not face her mother's wrath. Holly did have a couple of boyfriends though they never came to our house. Rachel would have stood them against the wall, threatening to shoot their balls off if they ever touched one of Holly's 'rude bits' - yes, rude bits was how Rachel termed anything that had any remote connection to sex. 

What the fuck had my wife turned into? She needed a shrink. The moral do-gooders had warped her mind. 

"Daddy! Hello?" 

"Sorry sweetheart, I was in a world of my own." 

"Your boobs look good enough to eat," I said, kissing each then flicking my tongue over her nipples. 

Holly flinched. "Daddy!" but no reprimand. I went back to the gentle gliding of my fingers over her sensitive skin. 

"Daddy, you know before, downstairs, you were talking to me, softly, soothing me, telling me to relax?" 

"Yes, what about it?" 

"It was nice, helped me focus. It was just as if nothing else mattered. And then it was like I was asleep, but not quite asleep. I could forget everything mum had said. Could you do it again?" 

So my feeble attempt at getting through to her subconscious, her fucked up subconscious, hadn't been a total fail. 

"Yes, if you liked it, sure." 

I tried again, but I didn't want her in a trance. Soon after I stopped talking she opened her eyes, stretched and yawned. All the while I had been gently stroking her, topless, letting my fingers go where they wanted. 

"So do you want to ...?" I said, leaving her to decide. 

"I still don't want you to look, but yes I do want to. I feel horny as hell." 

"Do you need any help?" 

"Daddy! No." 

After she shut her eyes I left her to finish. I would obey her rules. 

Back downstairs I reflected on all that had happened. It was good to have some quiet time to myself, particularly when the house was seldom quiet. No telly, no radio and no yakity yak from Rachel meant just a short time of perfect peace. The peace was short lived as I realised I'd left Holly's bedroom door open. Now sat on my favourite armchair I could hear noises of pleasure coming from Holly's room. 

"Oh, Ohhhh, yes, fucking yes. Come on, yes. Ohhhh." 

The noises, which ranged from a gentle coaxing to shrieks of pure lust, went on for 30 seconds or so then died down. There would be a pause of several minutes before the next cycle of pure pleasure then finally the noises ceased. There were no noises, no movements, no creaks from Holly's bed for what, ten, fifteen minutes before I heard her come downstairs. She was wearing the unbuttoned blouse but not her bra. The expression on her face was like the cat that got the cream. She came over, leaned forward on kissed me full on the lips. 

"When is mum due back? she asked." 

I looked at my watch. "Not for an hour or so." This new group had unpredictable finishing times. I knew they had coffee and cake so presumably they shared their personal ideas about how to rid Britain of this awful disease called 'Sexual Excitement'. Kissing, I'd heard, was OK if done purely by couples in the privacy of their own homes. Lustful glances at semi-exposed breasts, the act of copulation, the exploitation of women coerced by large wads of cash to displaying their bodies in certain top shelf magazines and indeed the move towards smaller and smaller bikinis on beaches and sometimes in public swimming pools, these were on the banned list. 

The whole caboodle reminded me of the efforts of Mary Whitehouse in the sixties whose group initially called themselves 'Clean Up National TV ' or C.U.N.T. as it was better known. The group eventually settled on 'Clean Up TV'. 

Holly sat on my lap, exactly as before, lolled back against me. She had a look of sincere concern on her face. 

"I'm sorry daddy. I was just thinking about my needs. I should have let you ... " 

This was one of the many times Holly hadn't ended her sentence. Instead of finishing it she took my right hand and placed it at the very top of her inner thigh, the place my wife sometimes referred to as the devil's gift to mankind. It was God's wrath, she told me, that seeped out as blood for a few days every month, as curse on women. 

Holly's secret playground was oozing wetness. "So you've got at least fifty minutes to make me cum again. Talk to me. Make me relax." 

All the time I was coaxing Holly's nipples and her love bud to give up those lovely precious muscle contractions and nose to toe tingles I was hard, rock hard. She managed to cum another two times before zero hour approached and we thought it best to quit before the Newly Converted arrived back home. 

Perhaps I had much more work to do before Holly turned her attention to giving my sex rod pleasure. 

I could wait. 

--- 

Sales figures were booming on the new website and many people were registering to use the changing room feature. There was still work to do, odd tweaks to the programming and compatibility issues. 

Steve and the Board of directors took on the idea of trying to compete with Sexy Kitten and other alluring lingerie companies by offering very similar stock at cutthroat prices. I'm sure the sales team and photographers would have fun procuring and photographing the models to display our wares. From the moment the new site went live, all new photos were processed to ensure they worked well with the changing room software. 

We were finding that our core customers' ages were rapidly lowering and in view of that our buyers sought out a Petite Range of clothes. 

It was an audit that sussed out the coding which allowed me to break in to the webcam system. 

"Terry," said Steve, calling me in to his office. "The company is doing really well with the changing room system, but the auditors tech team have pointed out a possible privacy breach. Can you explain?" 

"Well, yes I can. I originally put it in for testing purposes, but we've had some problem with customers' home PC set-ups not working properly so I left it in. It's possibly some people using old browsers or even old PCs. We have to contact them at home, ask them to log in with their account name and number, then enter a password which only they know. I can remove the coding but we might lose that customer to a rival." 

"Ah, good. I knew there would be a reason. Can I tell the tech auditors it's only in temporarily? As you say, only the customer knows the password, so none of the staff could peek round the changing room door, so to speak, and the customer does have the option to change their password." 

What Steve didn't know was that I had a hack to get round the password. All I needed was an account number and a hit-and-miss guess as to when they'd be active on the website. 

The sexy lingerie arrived sooner than I'd expected, some of the female office staff were having a real giggle. The Petites too, though at first it was only a small selection. We even had a sexy range for the petite ladies! 

Luck hit me again. Most times when we had something new, the sales team offered a discount for a period of time. We had two targets: the Sexys and the Petites, both of which needed coding up on the website. Then there were Internet and Press promotions plus emails to our mailing list. I now knew a whole bunch of account numbers and I had the time to wait before I dared hack. 

At home, meanwhile, things progressed backwards. She-who-forbids was on her mighty horse, trampling anything unholy underfoot. Holly and I cooled it so much we risked frostbite. To escape we went on several local walks, something Her Majesty hated. Our excuse was that the weather was good and we needed to relax and unwind but the real reason was to be together without Nanny babysitting us. 

We walked hand in hand, smiling and chatting as if we were young lovers. One of was young, of course, and the other very much young at heart. Age didn't matter, neither did the family bond. We didn't fuck, no blowjobs, no cunny linguistics. On our walks we shared passionate kisses, we found hidden dens where we did nothing but share a special time together. Holly would entertain me flashing her breasts and occasionally her pussy. 

I learned more about subliminals, sub-audibles and hypnosis, helping Holly's self-confidence and making it easier to ignore her mother's preaching. I had to realise though that Rachel's weird ideas came from others. If I could break the link, then I could break the poison. 

One evening, Rachel and I got talking about the work I'd being doing. A big fan of clothes shopping, taking regular trips to stores in the town's two malls and a large outlet store, Rachel hadn't been at all interested in Internet shopping. She knew I'd been working on a virtual changing room but had shown no interest in my offer to demonstrate my company's offerings. 

Holly had been happy, at my request, to demonstrate how the changing room worked and saved some videos. I persuaded Rachel, in one of her good moods to take a look. 

"Hey, that's really good," Rachel admitted, watching Holly's choice of clothes. "How do you do that?" She didn't, couldn't notice the quick flashes of 'relax' pass over the screen, nor did she see 'take your time' or 'choose your clothes' or any of the other words repeated endlessly to captivate her attention. 

"It's quite complicated but you can try it yourself," I said, "Holly thinks it's so relaxing to stay and watch the screen, so relaxing that sometimes you can't take your eyes off the screen. She says you can watch all night and the more you watch the more very relaxing it becomes. 

"Can you show me how to use it?" said Rachel. 

I demonstrated, showing her how to activate the changing room, drag and drop and resize the photo of the garment. 

"If you stay here a while and watch carefully, you'll find you'll really relax and enjoy yourself. 

Rachel let out a yawn. "Sorry, Terry. Can you just show me that again." 

"No problem. You'll soon find you can't take your eyes away. 

"Will Holly mind if I try on a few things? I mean, you've shown me how to use it. I won't stay on it long." 

"I'm sure she won't mind mum relaxing for but your eyes will get sleepy and you will enjoy it so let me know if the screen makes you tired. 

Two hours later and Rachel was yawning so much I thought I'd better intervene. 

"But I've only tried a few things on." 

"Yes, I know, but Holly needs to use her laptop. You can try again tomorrow." 

For the next few days I loaded and reloaded texts into the subliminal routines. I added some of that unidentifiable muzak they pump into your ears while you're in the stores. I also added some sub-audibles and even gently whispering in her ear when she was fast asleep in bed. 

The improvements in Rachel's attitude were slow to take effect, but we noticed a gradual improvement until the time she decided the WI and other meetings were not for her. She quit after a disagreement with their beliefs that men were put on this earth just to procreate and their ultimate intent in life was to impregnate as many women as possible, starting with pretty eighteen year old girls. 

She was addicted to the system I'd created and modified for my own use and then, one autumn evening, she greeted me with a kiss as I arrived home from work. 

"Sorry Terry, I haven't got much done today. Your website is so fascinating and I tried some of those naughty panties on." She smiled, "I could see my pubes!" 

"Well," I said, my redundant soldier suddenly standing to attention, "We could fix that right now." 

"TERRY!" she cried in mock alarm. She thought for a moment, "But while Holly is out, why not?" 

Suddenly I was confused. What did I want the most? Rachel had been an absolute asshole but was recovering fast. Holly had admitted she'd wanted to be really close to me for a long while. Fucking her had never been mentioned but I'd love the chance to relive the times when Rachel had been tight and very responsive. I wanted to fuck Holly and I was going to fuck Holly, but it had to be when she was ready. 

Part two to follow shortly



Changing Room Pt. 02



Holly was no longer taking second place. Thanks to large dose of subliminal suggestion Rachel, my wife, now knew in her heart that it was daddy's job to educate his daughter how to please her man. She knew I had a fatherly right and that it was Holly's duty to thank me for teaching her, and so she knew that Holly and I sometimes needed to be left alone. I learned somewhere that it was possible to use words to confuse the brain and I'd hypnotised Rachel without her knowing I'd done it. With Holly it was just an extension of what I'd done earlier, carrying on the relaxing tickles and eventually realising she wasn't asleep but was in a light, suggestible trance. That, I found, could be deepened, making Holly very open to my requests. 

I was now working on a different part of the company website but I still had to fix the odd glitch in my virtual changing room (VCR) project. Of course this could happen with any project, large or small. All had gone well for several weeks but when you're dealing with many different computers, operating systems and browsers there's always something to go wrong. It was usually the customer service team who took the calls from frustrated customers and passed the problem on to me. I rang one customer at home. 

"Hi, this is Terry," I said. "I'm phoning about your problem with our website."

"Oh hello," replied the grumpy customer. "I've been looking at your new changing room feature at my friend's house and it's frustrating I can't view it on my home computer."

"Do you have it switched on now?" I asked. 

"Yes. I've been on the help page but I can't get it to work."

'Probably blonde and she sounds young,' I thought, 'And probably can't boil an egg without burning it.' I was having a bad day. 

"OK, go on the main page and click on ..."

I went through all the steps one by one, then I realised the simple error; Steve's 'over 18 with a credit card' rule. 

"Have you bought from us before?"

"Yes, but before you put this new feature on."

"I think I know what the problem is. Can I ask what kind of item you want to view in the changing room?"

The young lady, Elise, giggled. "It's one of those new lingerie sets you now stock." She seemed quite nervous telling me. "I've seen them at my friend's house but I wanted to see myself on my own computer, and I'd love to have a look at some more."

"It's OK. I only do the computer side of things so I'm not going to embarrass you by asking you the item number. You need to go to your account and type your credit card number. It's an age check. We don't want curious boys getting their kicks from viewing our sexiest lingerie." I could recall some of the photographed models' nipples were visible through scant material, as were their trimmed pubes. 

"Oh, yes, I see." She laughed, "It's a very sensible idea."

"Usually we don't store your card details, but we can store them, safely encrypted, if you tick the box. It saves you having to enter them in each time. It's up to you."

"OK. Thanks."

"Would you like me to stay on the phone while you do that?"

"Yes please. Thank you."

There was silence for a few minutes. Then finally she told me the changing room had appeared. We had made a little animation so it seemed more like being in a real store. 

"Hey, that's great. I know what to do now. Thank you so much."

"It's a pleasure. Would you like me to email you, just to remind you what to do? I'll need your account number - we'll have your email address on record. We give a 10% discount for your first order through our changing room feature," I paused for a few moments. "But I'll email you a code for 20% discount for the problems you've had."

"Oh that's brilliant. You're so kind."

No sooner had she given me her account number than I brought her account up on screen. I fished around in my pocket, plugged in the USB stick and tilted my screen so that no-one passing my office could see. The email could wait until after I'd watched Elise in our virtual room. 

She was a brunette, not blonde and she looked even younger than she sounded. Although she had a credit card, proving her age, she had the kind of face that meant she'd need ID to get into nightclubs. I waited for Elise to drag items into the changing room, resizing them to fit her; I presumed her friend had shown her how to work the room. 

She thought for a moment, then pulled her sweat top over her head. Then, of course, the photo covered her own bra which meant I could see very little. After making a few adjustments Elise decided to take her own rather small bra off. Shaking her head, she must have decided the item she'd tried wasn't suitable. Of course, once the photo was moved ... mmm, nice. 

Elise had very small tits and, as I looked more carefully, was definitely one of our petite customers. No worry; all I could see while Elise was sitting down was delightful ... OH SHIT!

One of my junior staff was having problems with some work he was doing and had come to my office for advice; nothing new there except I was viewing, via a hack, a teenage customer who was topless. I flicked the screen off very quickly. Once I'd sorted the problem out I guessed Elise would be dressed and logged out. 

I was wrong. Elise was stood modelling a breathtakingly sexy negligee. Apart from three pieces of strategically placed red lace the whole garment was see-thru. When she took it off, I gasped. On my monitor I could see all that Elise possessed; perfect small breasts, smooth unblemished skin, slim but curvy waist, cute belly button and shaved pussy. 

All at once I felt guilty as hell. What would I think if it was another IT guy peeping on my daughter? I closed the browser window and I went back to my new project. I couldn't help but think about what I'd seen. I felt guilty, but then I felt excited, elated ... and hard; rock fucking hard. I set about trying to compile a list of account identities. Frustratingly I couldn't access the sales and invoicing system without leaving tracks, nor could I access the main customer database which would have account numbers, names and addresses, ages etc., without a valid reason to be there. 

All I had was ... wait a moment ... somewhere ... test accounts. We'd contacted good, reliable customers who had ordered lingerie and offered them discounts to sample our new lines using the virtual changing room. I had a list somewhere. Frantically I searched and BINGO! I found it in my desk drawer. I scanned a copy and printed it. At home there would be more time to explore my Peeping Tom urges and much less chance of me being caught. I became hard again and stayed that way for ages. I had, in my pocket, a list of 100+ ladies aged 18 to 25 who might be viewing seriously sexy undies. 

The day seemed to drag. Finally I arrived home and Holly, hearing the car, was waiting for me. 

"Hi Daddy," the same old greeting as ever, "I've been waiting for your hug," not the same greeting. Things had changed and Rachel was now happy to see that I loved my daughter, indeed I was encouraged to love my daughter more. Holly kissed me in a way that Rachel hadn't done for years, breasts pressing into my chest, crotch pressing hard against my growing member. Her head tilted, giving me easy access to her wonderful mouth, jaws were relaxed so that our mouths became one. Her tongue hungrily sought mine, our lips relayed wonderful feelings. 

I sensed a touch of jealousy as Rachel waited her turn for a hurried kiss before going to serve up our meals. That's how things would be until I'd got over the way Rachel had changed when she'd started mixing with interfering busybodies who thought men only wanted one thing. 

Right now I'd decided the ongoing love for me that Holly had shown meant it would be she, not my wife, who got my full attention. I would fuck Rachel and she would enjoy fucking me, the level of her arousal controlled by a few chosen words. The frequency of our coupling would be controlled by me depending on how well she pleased me: if she was a good wife it would be frequently, if she tried to get involved again with busybodies trying to control me then she would suffer and if I was horny she'd do whatever I wanted her to do. 

"Daddy," said Holly. "Can I ask a favour?" 

"Does it involve me lending you money?"

"No. Actually it's a favour for Diana."

"So?"

"Can she come round here and use your discount card?"

25% off for staff meant the company made just 5% on average. It wasn't meant to be misused. I'd told Holly that it didn't include friends. Rachel was washing dishes like all good wives should. Holly came across, sat on my lap, squirmed a little. 

"OK," I said. Holly had her own patented way of getting me to change my mind. "It will cost you 3 buttons and no knickers," I added. 

"For how long?"

"Until you go to bed. And the knickers stay in my pocket until laundry's done."

"Daddy that's gross."

"Nope. It's a quarter off every £10 Diana spends, that's 25 quid off a hundred and I have the embarrassment of collecting her lingerie from staff sales."

Holly didn't answer. 

"Of course if Diana wanted to donate her panties and undo 3 buttons that would be equally acceptable."

"Dad, you fucking perv. I'm not going to ask her that."

So far it had always been Holly's fingers in her sex, not mine. I needed Holly to ask me to finger her, lick her cunt out and, eventually, fuck her. It HAD to be her choice. One, two, three buttons undone just made her smaller than average breasts more interesting. The panties came next, still warm. 

To be honest, I'd have preferred Diana's. Though her parents were wealthy and she could come across sometimes as a rich bitch, Diana was very pleasing to the eye - tall, slim, a neat fully rounded butt and tits to have wet dreams about. 

"Tell Diana to come round tomorrow morning. I'll have to log her in on my staff account." I knew Rachel would be out. Saturday mornings she had her hair done in town and then did some shopping. I'd have time to plan and activate the subliminal suggestions and, hopefully, be free to watch the spy cam. 

Holly could have spoken to Diana on the phone but they might have wanted to exchange gossip over a few vodkas, so instead she took the short bus ride there. Diana's father would run her back in his E-type. Depending on how many vodkas, Holly's clothes usually looked well ruffled, 3+ buttons undone, zip half pulled down. I often got jealous. 

With Rachel wanting to watch a film recently released on cable, I could go to my office in peace. 

The first few accounts on my copied list drew a blank. With my first success, the webcam opened showing what appeared to be a mother and daughter. The daughter looked to be around 14 or 15 and undressing, so I swiftly closed the link and I passed on to the next on my list. Three or four more further down and I was finally getting somewhere. I keyed in the account number, bypassed the password and the virtual room opened. The girl looked late teens, maybe 20 years old; the room had opened for her so she must have had a credit card. 

She was stood, leaning towards the screen. The bra was fixed on the screen where it had been placed, so her sizeable breasts were dangling down beneath the photo. It really was an odd view until photos and body were aligned. We had tried to make the virtual experience as realistic as possible but there were many limitations as to what we could do. Still, sales figures were proving the opposite. People were taking to the idea even though it was far from perfect. 

The young woman had now moved. Stood up, away from the screen, I could now see her wearing a lacy black bra and panties set. Satisfied with her choice, the woman cleared the items from the screen but instead of closing the changing room, in effect ending the webcam session, she left it active. I soon found out why. Her phone rang and she was moving in and out of webcam view totally naked.

Did you ever see a video of a teenage lad climbing a tree to peek on his neighbour? OK, I'll be blunt; did you ever climb a tree or hide in a bush to view your neighbour? My view was the same ... the neighbour moving in and out of my vision as she walked around the bedroom. 

The following day I was summoned to Steve's office. I was certain that one of the other IT staff had sussed out my sneaky way of viewing customers webcams. As I entered though I could see the plate of chocolate chip cookies already on his desk. The coffee followed soon after. 

"How's things going?" he asked. 

"Most of the bugs are out and I understand sales are up."

"The new naughty knickers range is going mental. Thank you very much for your suggestion, Terry."

"Actually it was Debbie's," I admitted, "And your buyers team who have managed to source the items. My own opinion is that you might further expand this section."

"We'll look into that, but that's not the reason I called you in," said Steve, pushing the plate of cookies towards me. 

"A problem?" I asked. 

"A refinement," said Steve. "The Board wondered if it would be possible to filter a customer's choices; for example a simple questionnaire the first time they use the VCR system ... for example: age? height? weight? bra size? In that way we can cut down on the need to resize the photo, offer them items more suited to them and cut out most of the 'wrong size' returns. You get the idea?"

"As long as you're paying my wages I'll do the best I can."

"That's great. I know you won't let me down."

'And possibly,' I thought, 'Some more volunteers for testing.' I could think of at least 3 young ladies who worked for the company who I'd like to peep on, including a new girl who'd only just had her 18th. Small tits, slender body, 4ft 6 tall. A big surprise in a small packet, I'd been told. 

By the time I'd returned to my office a box of home made biscuits was already on my desk. 

Come Saturday, Diana arrived soon after Rachel had left, the top three buttons of her canary yellow shirt already opened, proudly displaying two magnificent examples of biological baby feeding machines. She kissed me on the cheek and slipped a small folded piece of silky fabric into my pocket. 

"I really do appreciate your kindness," she said. "I wore this all through the night for you," she admitted, "And so far this morning."

For once I was almost speechless."Thank you." If she'd half a clue of what was to come she may not have been so generous.

"Daddy has given me £100 to treat myself and I have £50 of my own. Is that OK?"

Ah! So the buttons and g-string were a bribe! With the discount I reckoned she had £200 to spend. Was daddy going to check out the lingerie? Would she wear it just for him? He'd certainly been hands-on with Holly ... and how many more of Diana's friends? Jealousy was creeping in again. 

"No problem," I answered. 

I didn't need to set up Holly's laptop, it was already hacked and I could switch from the company website ... viewing images of Diana 'wearing' whichever clothes she'd picked, to surveillance mode ... a neat application to view and record anything, or anybody in front of the webcam. For the first few minutes Diana simply sat looking at clothes, then she started to ask Holly what she thought. 

"I like that top," said Holly. Oh yes, I had sound too. 

"It's OK, but I prefer that one," replied Diana, "It will go with that skirt I bought." And so it went on. 

"You can't pick that one!" said Holly, in alarm. "It's indecent. Mum would have a fit if she saw it."

"Of course I can," Diana exclaimed. "Daddy told me to buy something nice."

"You wouldn't wear it if your daddy's around, would you?" 

"Why do you think he gave me the money?" Diana smiled. "Of course I would, wouldn't you?" 

"I don't think so," said Holly. "Anyway it wouldn't keep me warm. I'd have to wear a dressing gown over it."

"I'm going to try it on," said Diana. "You set up the changing room stuff."

It was hard to tell as the photo, obviously, wasn't see through. Maybe I could amend that. I'd have a word with the photographers, see if they could photo-magic the image to make it transparent. 

"Wow, it looks really good on you," admitted my princess. "But you wouldn't let your daddy see, surely?" 

"Daddy's fantastic. He buys me loads of stuff." Diana felt she'd already answered the question. "Why don't you try it?" 

There was a pause, then some movement as the girls changed places. Holly must have been undressing. During the changeover I got to see both girls just in panties. 

"Just watch me later. I'll show you how to get anything you want," confided Diana. 

I must admit the sheer nightie looked stylish and classy. Perhaps I'd order one, slightly smaller, for Holly to model for me. 

By the time the girls had tried on several combinations of mostly sexy underwear I was busting to visit the bathroom for a wank. I decided to shut down my laptop and go downstairs. There were two more items I was going to order in Holly's size. 

Around 15 minutes later they came downstairs, fully dressed again. 

"Thank you so much Terry," said Diana. "Here's a list of what I want. Perhaps I could thank you properly?" 

With that she came across, planted a full kiss on my lips, urging my lips apart. 

"I was wondering if you could solve an argument," she asked, pulling away for breath, "As you work for the company. Do you you think my bra goes well with my blouse?" 

Thoughts raged quickly through my mind. How powerful were my subliminal messages from the screen and the background music? Fuck, fuck, fuck. Had they worked on Diana too? The only thing I could do was to go along with Diana's request. 

"Well I don't think I can see properly," I kinda stuttered. 

Diana slapped her head, "Doh! Of course you can't." She unfastened all the buttons, revealing a unusual yellow lacy bra, cleavage almost as deep as the Grand Canyon. Man, what a pair of tits! Her cleavage went all the way down to ... Hell? Would Hell be the place I'd arrive after I died from stunned shock? 

"I'm not sure," I played for time. "I think so. The lace is slightly lighter, but the cups go well."

"That's what daddy said." Diana pulled at the lace, rather than placing the blouse fabric next to it. A nipple peeked out. "But if you look carefully," she moved even closer, "The lace, stitching and cup all blend well."

I dared myself, took hold of the bra cup and made an exaggerated close-up examination. The backs of my two fingers touched a hard nipple. "Yes, you're right, but best not tell your daddy I agree with you, eh?" 

Diana made no effort to cover up as she drew me into another long kiss. Holly had much to learn.

"Thank you again," said Diana, releasing me, and took the money from her purse for the order. "I've really enjoyed coming here. Your website is super!" 

Buttoning herself up again she asked, "Can I order some more, please, if these are OK?" 

"Sure," I said, "Come round anytime."

Just then I caught Holly giving us the evil eye. She was jealous, very jealous indeed. If Diana saw the looks then she took no notice at all. Were two friends about to fall out? Diana grabbed me again for another very meaningful kiss. 

"I guess I ought to be going. I've stuff to do later."

There was a bus due soon and Diana scooted. I regretted not being able to drive her back as Rachel had the car. It wasn't until she'd gone I remembered the miniscule pair of panties in my pocket. 

I could tell Holly was annoyed. "What the fuck was that all about?" she exploded. "Diana is supposed to be my best friend."

"I don't know," I replied, although I'd a pretty good idea. 

"Bur Daddy! How dare you. How DARE you," reprimanded my little grown-up angel. 

"So who told her three buttons and a g-string was the going rate? Diana was only expressing her thanks," I spat back. 




Changing Room Pt. 02



"She nearly fucking swallowed you and you made no attempt to pull away."

"Oh, OK little angel. Her daddy's never kissed you?"

"I gave him a peck on the cheek as thanks for driving me home one night."

"And?"

My dearest daughter, for once, was lost for words ... But only temporarily. 

"The size of your bulge when she let you fondle her tits meant you were really into it."

"So do you want to take care of it or shall I?"

"DADDY, that's gross."

"I suggest you go to your room and come back when you've calmed down."

It was half an hour before she returned, came and sat on my lap and hugged me.

"Sorry daddy, I guess I got jealous. I love you lots."

"Me too. Especially when mum goes on that it's wrong."

"Do you like Diana's tits more than mine?"

She turned, awkwardly straddling me. I was getting hard again. She hugged me like there was no tomorrow, imitating Diana's kiss, then out of the blue, "If mum wasn't due home soon I could show you how much you mean to me."

Holly started to move, slowly at first, pushing her pubis against my bulge. "You didn't answer me." From the ease of how she'd positioned herself I knew this wasn't the first time. Some boyfriend had been real lucky. 

"I think your boobs are fantastic, but I haven't seen much of them." 

Holly rectified that with just one tug. "Is that better?" 

"They're just perfect." I wasn't lying. I looked at my watch "I think mum will be at least another hour," I said, "Do you really want to show me how much I mean to you?" 

Holly knew what I meant. "Yes," she replied. "It really hurt me to see you and Diana. I've wanted, you know, to ... I mean ... for a long long time. I only realised just how much today." She got up, tugged my hand.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I've never been as sure. Come, now, I'll show you."

In her room, Holly stood before me, totally naked, I drank her in. Her face, arms, legs and overall physique were most familiar to me. I'd seen her breasts a few times in the virtual changing room, her pubes less frequently and only on my laptop screen. She didn't know of course that her own laptop, lid open, powered up and connected to the house WiFi was a security camera, an extension to my own laptop. I could see everything.

"You're absolutely beautiful," my totally honest opinion. Too much time had gone by without me realising that Holly had changed from a girl to a hormone-fuelled, complaining, couldn't-care-less ball of teenage anger, then to wonderful, charming young lady. 

My eyes scanned Holly from the top of her head to the tips of her toes; her lightly tanned skin contrasted with the pale pink of those enchanting places where the sun's rays hadn't reached. Her breasts were firm and, without much size or weight, they would remain so for a good few years. Her nipples stood erect, larger in proportion to her breasts than a bustier girl would be. The pale brown circles around them marked a target for a lover's tongue. 

Her waist was slim, her contours curving to her hips. My eyes were drawn to her sex, the hair neatly trimmed enough to display the valley behind. Her butt, atop toned, fit, thighs leading down to lightly muscled calves, ankles, feet and toes, nails painted a mid-pink to match her fingernails. 

I held Holly to me, kissed her fully on her lips and ran my fingers down her spine. She shivered involuntarily, goosebumps appearing on her smooth skin. We kissed passionately before I pulled away, kissed her nose, her chin, each breast then each nipple in turn. I kissed all the way down, an inch or two at a time, past her belly button, her trimmed hair to her pussy lips. 

"Lay down," I told her, then I repeated the little kisses, this time nose to toes. Working my way back up her calves, knees, inside her thighs to her sex. I was just about to probe my tongue inside her sweet smelling groove when:

"No daddy. That's dirty. NO! "

"OK, sorry."

I continued back up, trimmed pubes, navel, tummy, breasts. Lazily sucking at her juicy nipples I moved one hand back to her sex, pressing my finger rather than my tongue against her labia to gain access to her honey. 

" NO DADDY, NO!"

I was confused. Holly's legs clamped firmly together. 

"No daddy, no. Mum says it's very wrong."

"But you just said ... "

She butted in, "I was wrong. I can't do it."

I left Holly laid naked on her bed, almost in tears and went downstairs. Her head was still fucked up by her mother's evil preaching. 

Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes later she came downstairs to me. 

"Sorry daddy. It's too soon. Can we wait, I guess I'm not ready yet. 

Another ten minutes and I heard Rachel's key in the door. 

Rachel was in a bright cheerful mood. It was good to see her gradually returning to the times before she got involved with the over-religious women who had spoiled our relationship. My love for Holly was now equal to my love for Rachel. The atmosphere in the house was completely different and I wanted it to stay that way. 

The following Friday I collected my three orders from staff sales. Catherine, who handled most of the staff's discounted purchases in the company, had a wry smile on her face. She gave me one of those looks that could be interpreted in any way I pleased. 

Diana called round the following day to collect, and she wanted to model the lingerie, mini skirt and low cut top she'd ordered. Rachel was out in town again as both Diana and Holly were anxious to 'get my opinion' about their selections. They got changed in their own private space though. Maybe the subliminals had only partially worked, or maybe during the week the effect had worn off. In any case I was more than happy to view their choices. 

--

The changes that Steve wanted for the website took more time than I'd anticipated and I was doing extra work at home. I got the feeling that Holly wasn't too pleased, but my work - my livelihood - had to come first. In all it took almost a month to implement all the changes and a few weeks more to get the photo magic redone. They also fixed the transparency issues and now see through nighties were still see through in the VCR. 

I'd already targeted Vanessa, the new girl in the office. At 4'6" tall she was a pocket dynamo, the centre of many a laugh with her personal way of telling some sometimes rather blue jokes. Popular too, with her humorous way of taking the piss out of any male who dared cross her. 

"Vanessa," I asked her, "The company is trying out a new addition to its online Virtual Changing Room, and we really need a petite young lady to test if the changes work. If you're willing to help us, could we chat about it over lunch?" 

Vanessa beamed at me from ear to ear, especially when I told her she could have a voucher towards company lingerie for her efforts. 

"Yes, sure, happy to," she answered, still smiling. 

We had lunch at The Drowned Rabbit, as before. Despite her size Vanessa could eat, especially when I was paying. It was another week though before I could set things up at her home, a small bedsit, where she lived alone. I understood that she'd split with her boyfriend just recently. 

"What you choose," I explained, "Is up to you, but what we'd really like is to test the more transparent lingerie. Pardon me if this isn't your thing, but we'd like you try some of the sexier lingerie - the kind that does the party-plan rounds. 

Vanessa giggled. "I might just be able to help." Then without any warning at all she burst out laughing. I got the idea she'd been at a few of those lingerie parties. As always, my assurance that she was on her own, in the private VCR, and no-one could see and that any underwear she was wearing would show under the website photo. LIAR! My trusty USB stick installed software she'd never realise was there. I still could remember Elise, her small tits and her shaved pussy. I made a hasty retreat from Vanessa's flat before she spotted the evidence of my memories.

"Hi Daddy," said Holly, grinding her crotch against me in a lover's embrace as soon as I walked through the door. Rachel was out, visiting a sick friend. Holly was gradually becoming more and more amorous following her rebuttal. 

"Hi, Princess." I melted into the kiss. I smelled alcohol on her breath. 

"Mum left you some chicken casserole, I'll get it for you."

Holly talked almost non-stop during my meal and I got the impression she was on edge. No sooner had I sat in my usual armchair than she produced two cold cans. She drank her first very quickly and helped herself to a second. 

"Holly are you sure?"

"I'm very sure," she replied, "I should have done this weeks ago." She snuggled down close, laid back against me. "Talk to me like before. Help me relax."

I hadn't tried to hypnotise Holly since that last time, however the subliminals were still running every time she used her laptop. I didn't want to have her submit to me, I just wanted to overcome her mother's brainwashing. 

"Relax, Holly," I began, in a soft bedtime story voice; a deadpan, smooth, calm, confident voice. Within moments her eyes closed. 

"Now finger fuck me daddy." Holly wasn't in a trance, she wasn't asleep. She was relaxed but her brain was fully alert. I hesitated. Her eyes opened. 

"Please, daddy. I'm randy, in the mood. Finger fuck me."

She parted her legs, lifted her skirt, eased forward just a shade to give me better access. No panties. Her lubrication, her vaginal juice was sticky at first, as if it had been there all day, thickening. It soon gave way to a copious flow. I dipped in again, using the slick liquid to glide my finger over her engorged, sensitive clit. 

Then I realised she had no pubic hair. She had shaved that day. This was planned. I recalled just two words I'd flashed on and off her screen so fast only her subconscious took notice: 'shave' and 'smooth'. 

"My tits, now, stroke my tits, my nipples." It was a distant voice but it was very clear ... the words were sighed, not spoken.

"Don't speak, just listen," I instructed her. The words I had to say were whispered. I continued, like a bedtime story, telling her how to deeply relax and enjoy, deeply deeply relax and ... 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh fuck, yes, come on, come on."

I'd heard this before, in her room. She was coaxing, telling, commanding herself to cum. And cum she did, a loud, throaty sound building to a moan, to a scream. Her body shook as her orgasmic convulsions took over.

There was a powerfully erotic smell on my fingers. Stinky pinky took on a whole new meaning. My erection ached but there was no hint of Holly returning my favour. 

Suddenly, relaxed even more from her explosion, Holly whispered, "Eat me out. Can you do that daddy?" 

Hell, the request came from nowhere. I learned later that Diana had asked Holly if she'd ever been eaten out. Holly was curious as Diana had said it was mind blowing. It was something I hadn't done since before I was married, usually in return for a blowjob. 

"Are you sure?"

"I want to know what it feels like."

My tongue felt good against Holly's newly shaven pussy lips. The tip of my tongue pushed against her tight lips into the valley there, sensing, as tongues do, that the valley was deeper than it actually was. It felt good. It tasted not unclean, but aware that some secretion was already there. 

It was a recalled sensation, one that brought memories of my own late teens. I could smell the same scent as my fingers had revealed. Deeply sexual, wildly arousing, earthy with a hint of pee, but not dirty. 

My tongue worked down, and as soon as it touched on Holly's clit she moaned in pleasure. Her clit was still young, little touched perhaps by many fingers but her own. The nerves were wildly active, anxious to send wonderful pleasure signals to her brain. I continued down, half-remembering tastes I had once enjoyed. My tongue probed deeply, as deep as I could, my tongue aching during its search. The taste had changed, it was now sightly salty, onion or garlic tainted. Perhaps my memory was tainted. I needed to learn to savour the taste - the taste of a young woman. 

Remembering I was there by invitation, I respected the task I had to do. Returning to her clit I took my time ... lots of time. I built her arousal, slowed, sped up, slowed again until her pleasure nerves were in total confusion. Her orgasm came when I'd tried to bring her to the edge one time too many. She didn't cum, she fuckin' EXPLODED. 

--

I left Holly to recover and, if she wanted, seek her own replays. I had work to do and that work included monitoring if my resizing software and the see through photos actually worked. I was lucky. Vanessa was still browsing, still trying to decide what to try on. Finally she found something and, remembering some instruction I'd told her, she stood and undressed ... completely. Still aroused from pleasuring Holly I stiffened so much I ached. Vanessa became my new focus, slim, tiny tits, smooth pubes. A few moments on and the baby doll nightie looked perfect on her. 

I reached across my desk, took a tissue, unzipped and shot my load. 

The following morning Vanessa was eager to complete a short questionnaire. She'd just earned herself a £50 voucher and total respect from me. 

--

My mobile phone rang while I was in my office at work. Diana wanted another favour, to access my company discount. Holly shouldn't have given her my private number. 

"I know I said you could, but I wasn't expecting it so soon."

"I showed you just a little of my appreciation," Diana answered. "Next time it could be a lot better."

"As Holly's best friend I'll let you come round but £200 is the maximum."

"This Saturday OK?" 

"It's fine. Same time as before."

Holly was being ultra cool. We talked, or rather I talked. We kissed, but just politely. I got the feeling her head and her emotions were in turmoil. Saturday came. I had packed new subliminals and sub-audibles into Holly's laptop. They were aimed at Diana - I wanted Holly to be jealous. 

Diana greeted me as if I was her lover. Her cleavage was enticing, her kisses were real and she rubbed against me for the full duration of the kiss. Holly just glared at both of us. I logged on to my company account and the two girls had full access. I logged in on my own laptop and I had full access to the girls. Holly was quiet, Diana tried on anything and everything. The subliminals ran - neither seemed aware. 

I powered off my laptop and went downstairs. 

Both girls came downstairs smiling. Diana, much to Holly's disgust, came over and kissed me, her cleavage proudly on display. 

"Thank you so much Terry," she said, "And I told you I like to show my gratitude in a physical way." She knelt before me, expertly pulling the zipper of my chinos in one swift movement. She found my semi in record time. 

"Excuse me Holly," she said, like the smart arse rich bitch she could sometimes be. "I really owe your daddy. You can have your turn soon." Holly's jaw dropped as my trouser snake was helped into the fresh air by Diana's skilled hand. 

"My," remarked Diana, "Commando, so no fishing around in underpants. I like that, it proves you're a real man. What a size too, and so thick."

My previously unremarkable action soldier was on guard, waiting for Diana's lip service. She just held it though, admiring its size, as if surprised by how much her kiss, her cleavage and her touch had caused it to swell. 

"Why have I never realised you had all this hidden? I'll have to come visit Holly more often." Greedily, she tried to stuff as much as possible into her mouth before gagging. She tried again, this time more steadily. 

"DADDY! I HATE YOU." Holly burst in to tears, ran to her room and slammed the door shut so hard that the windows rattled. 

I couldn't follow her easily with my thick pork roll stuffed inside Diana's mouth. I didn't want to, Diana seemed to quite a connoisseur of thick pork roll and I didn't want to put her off her appetite. Holly would sulk but eventually come round. Not having been BJ'd for many years I really enjoyed the sensation, happily sharing the creamy filling with Diana, straight down her throat. 

She kissed me again. "The next favour you do me," she whispered, "We'll fuck."

It was half a hour after Diana left that Holly came back down. 

"I'm sorry, daddy," she said, tears still in her eyes. She lay cuddled up to me, slowly calming down. "Diana's daddy is lovely. Her mum doesn't mind if he kisses her, or if she wants to sit on his lap. I get jealous of her and I'm scared that you will like her more than me. The thing is that I get so horny when I'm looking at the stuff on my laptop, especially when Diana is there too, and when she kissed you and you let her ... " Holly couldn't finish. 

"Why don't you relax, like you've done before with me." I started slowly caressing her side again. She stopped crying and cuddled up to me.

"There's something else. For a long time, I've wanted you to ... you know ... like with my boyfriend ... and you and mum used to do." Holly found it hard to talk about sex after years of repression. 

"You want me to be inside you?"

"Yes. I want to feel what it's like, but I'm scared mum will find out."

"She won't."

"Do you want me to relax you, sexy tickle you?"

"Yes. I'd really like that."

About 15 or 20 minutes later, Holly told me she wanted us to go up to her room. 

I enjoyed slowly undressing Holly then I let her undress me, awkwardly at first, her fingers not yet practised, I thought (or hoped), at removing a man's clothing. Awkwardly but gently she unbuckled and unzipped my chinos, gasping at my erection springing out at its fullest the second it was released, exactly as her friend had caused it to a short time ago. 

"Wow, daddy. What have I been missing?" Holly cautiously touched, amused by the way it sprang back to attention again. 

There was no fuss, Holly was content with plain, vanilla sex as she lay on her bed with me on top of her. I needn't have been so cautious that I would stretch and hurt her. Her natural lubrication was such that I could gently ease into her without the slightest pain. Little by little I filled her treasure cave with my swollen fullness. Holly was tight; not so tight as to cause any discomfort but easily tight enough for us both to be pleasured by my movement inside her. 

"Is that OK for you?" I asked as my length was fully inside her. 

"It's better than I ever dreamt," Holly replied, a broad smile on her face, "And I've been dreaming longer than you'll ever realise."

I hadn't realised at all. The hassle and 'thou shalt not' from Rachel had masked any signals Holly might have given me. OK, Holly and I had always been close but I really should have paid more attention to Holly's needs. 

"I love you, Princess."

"And I love you."

No other words were spoken between us. No words were needed. I pulled back very slowly, anxious to ensure we both felt pleasurable sensations. I could feel Holly unconsciously responding, her hips beginning to move as mother nature herself decreed. 

All too soon our bodies provided their own impetus. Pleasure increased as my piston moved freely inside her, gradually picking up speed. We started to take deeper and faster breaths as the sexual tension built up. Holly strained up to kiss me and I slowed, allowing our mouths to add their own sensations to our passion. 

Now faster again until the point that own coiled springs threatened to release. I could feel my point of no return quickly approaching but Holly was reaching hers before me. She let out wild sounds of pleasure as her body muscles spasmed from top to toe. Her orgasm ripped through her as my own piston released its payload. As the sensations began to subside we were both breathless. Eventually we both lay cuddled as I slowly pulled out of her. Sadly this would be a short cuddle as we both knew Rachel would be home soon. 




Changing Room Pt. 02



I could confirm that everything the girls chose was excellent. Having both there modelling for me was far better than I'd seen when they were in the virtual changing room. 

The months floated by and summer came along. Steve's trade source had come up with some classy, sexy but inexpensive bikinis. Occasionally I used the bypass to view some unaware teens in our VCR. 

The following Christmas I got a second bonus on my payslip. My company's sales had rocketed and they'd taken on extra staff to deal with the surge in pre-Christmas lingerie sales.

Would there be many more husbands, partners and daddies who would get their own personal model shows on Christmas morning? 




My apologies that this has ended rather abruptly. I want to explore Diana's relationship with her daddy and I'm hoping to start on that story independently, rather than tag it on the end of this one. I'm also rather intrigued that Diana's daddy seems to like Holly! Watch this space. 



Changing Room Pt. 03: The Gym



Foreplay: I decided to add this to the Changing Room series as it uses common characters and the video voyeur theme. I think it's also a good illustration of how powerful covert surveillance can be, with many people being viewed by CCTV up to 300 times a day in the UK. Big Brother and Terry are watching. 

***** 

"Hi, Terry," said Bill, "How's things." 

I could tell from the noise in the background that Bill was on the payphone at the Rampaging Ferret, his local pub. "Good," I answered. Actually my pocket rocket was a little sore from overuse and misuse. Ever since I'd started work on the Grandbutts changing room project I'd either fucked or wanked my ram-rod into submission most every day. 

"Listen," continued Bill, "A friend of mine needs some work doing that's right up your street." 

"Like what?" I asked. 

"Similar kind of thing you've been doing on that website. For a new gym he's just started up. I told him about your webcam work and he wants to have a chat; he's prepared to offer good money." 

The conversation continued to a background of jukebox music, video gaming machines and the regular clink of empty beer glasses being collected at the popular pub. I arranged to meet up with Rob at the Ferret a few days later. 

Rob came to the point within a few minutes of our first meeting. He'd had some guys dealing steroids and, he thought, hard drugs. All had been word of mouth but he believed what he'd been told. There was also some petty pilfering and unpaid gym sessions, simple things like towels, slimming products and protein shakes going missing. Rob wanted a security cam system installed that would link in with his website. In that way, he could covertly sneak a peek at whatever was going on, whether he was working in the gym, chilling at home or even on the go. 

"So why don't you get the experts in to fix you up a CCTV system?" 

"They'd want everything kosher, all the i's crossed and the t's dotted. It would be registered somewhere and traceable; planning permission, local council consent, health and safety, etc, etc." 

"What about the kit you'd need for the system? Someone must have an order and an invoice filed to get back to." 

"Really?" Rob's simple reply. He grinned, "I have my contacts." 

He gave me the gym address and I promised to meet him there at the weekend. 

I must admit I had to use my satnav to find the gym. It was in an part of town that I wouldn't normally go near. There was a short parade of shops, half of them boarded up and the other half with dirty windows and peeling paintwork. Round the corner in the next street was Rob's gym - in what appeared to be a small converted warehouse. OK, I admit the entrance was clean and newly painted with a tasteful, not gaudy, neon sign, 'Manor Gymnasium and Spa'. Rob was sat at the small but tidy Reception desk, busily completing some paperwork. 

"Hi Terry," he said, standing and shaking my hand. "Thanks for coming. Tea, coffee, mineral water?" he asked, walking over to the brand new vending machine. 

"I'm fine, thanks," I replied. I'd built up total intolerance to vending machine coffee at Grandbutts offices. Only occasionally did I waste my well-earned coins there, partaking of its wares with great reluctance. Most of the staff waited for the sandwich van which drew up in the company car park every day at precisely 11 am. It had an assortment of sandwiches and cakes and delicious freshly brewed coffee. The young lady driver, smartly dressed in a pale yellow uniform, bearing the same logo as the van 'Take a Bite' and with long legs, cute butt and small tits, was an endless source of fantasies for me and, no doubt, many of my male colleagues. 'Take a Bite' indeed ... a logo or an offer? I often wondered. 

Next to the hot drinks vending machine stood another, offering an assortment of healthy overpriced snacks and very overpriced vitamin and mineral enriched bottled juices and water. I wasn't offered a choice of those. 

"I'll take you through to the changing room and gym," said Rob, flashing a smile bright enough to light up the whole building. I got the impression he could charm the pants off any of his female clients and he probably did. He pushed a button on the phone and asked one of the staff to take over reception for a short while. 

"Thanks," I offered. I was more interested in what money would be in the deal for me. Gymnasiums and keeping fit in general didn't fit in with my lifestyle. I didn't know it at the time but those ideas would change. 

"Like I said before. I have several problems going on that need to be sorted before the business builds. I work on quite a slender profit margin and I keep membership fees very low to encourage more people to join. Much of the profit comes from extras, such as the vending machines, fitness plans, protein shakes and slimming products. Oh, and the tanning booths and massage tables. They're very popular with the ladies." He paused, then smiled again. "And some of the men." 

"You're not ... surely not ... " I didn't want anything to do with a massage parlour. 

"Heavens no," Rob interjected, but he still had a knowing smile. "The massage tables are only available to members who regularly use the gym and who have been members for more than 3 months." 

"But you're not wanting a camera in there?" 

Rob smiled again, tapped his nose, "Only for security purposes. If anything dodgy is going on I need to know." 

"I bet you do," I smiled back. "And it would have to be covert?" 

"I'd be the only one able to access the security," he added. I doubted that. All it needed was a back door into the program. The trojan would be well hidden too. I felt a familiar stirring. 

The main area of the gym was well set out. The equipment looked good and varied though not new. The warehouse walls were painted in a pale, neutral beige. Being Saturday afternoon there were a number of members busy getting into shape, a mixture of already fit, and some far from fit men and women. There's something I really like about female butts on exercise cycles and I felt myself firm up again. 

"Well, you have all the basics here," I noted. "But," I looked around, "No security cameras." 

"This was just a rundown warehouse I rent cheap. I've enough contacts to be able to keep this cheap and enough suckers to pay for the extras." 

He continued the tour and bit by bit it became apparent to me that what he had in mind was well beyond my skills. 

"I can handle the on-site computer system and the Web upload but all the internal wiring for the CCTV is beyond me. However, I do know someone who could handle the wiring for the main system, and I can add some more, covert, WiFi cameras later." 

Rob seemed to pass by the idea of me using one of my friends to do the wiring. We fixed a price and shook on it. The deal would include 4 free basic memberships for my family to use, Rob would get one of his contacts to supply and another one to wire up the new CCTV. 

*** 

It was several weeks later that Rob rang me again. The main areas of the gym, spa and reception were all fixed up with surprisingly good cameras, as high quality as any I've seen. A couple of weeks afterwards we also had covert, WiFi wide angle cameras covering the massage rooms, the tanning booths, the shower areas and the changing cubicles. Rob insisted it was purely for security and maintaining watch over what his staff were doing. 

"Particularly the massage and changing rooms," he told me, "It's there that anything illegal is likely to change hands." 

I doubted that was his true need; with the number of coverts I'd installed he simply wanted to spy .. . three cameras in each treatment room, five in the changing rooms and two in each tanning booth seemed a bit OTT. All the work was done outside business hours so only Rob and I knew where the covert cameras were positioned and, believe me, they were very well concealed. 

Once I'd got hold of the source code I was able to integrate the CCTV system in to the gym website. Not only that but, with my Grandbutts experience, the coding was in place so Rob was able to sell his more profitable health, spa and beauty products mail order if he so wished. A few weeks later most of it was up and running. A bit more coding, a few tweaks and my side of things, the covert WiFi and the Web access would be available. But of course, not only would Rob be able to view the cameras, so would I. 

*** 

"Hi daddy," Holly always welcomed me with a hug and a kiss. "You're late again." Holly gave me that disapproving look that always made me feel guilty that I was neglecting home. 

"Sorry, sweetheart," I said, "I've been round to the gym again, trying to fix stuff on their website." Sometimes it was much easier logging in to the site there and quicker if there were any queries. To tell the truth, Rob and I had a difference of opinion regarding how morally it was right, or wrong, to intrude on his clients' privacy. Sure he had security concerns and sure he needed to weed out any problem with drugs and steroids before it became a major issue. Every time I came up with a potential Peeping Tom issue he covered it with a very plausible excuse. 

"And remember," I added, "When it's all completed, you and a friend get a free membership of the gym and half price spa treatments." 

Holly still had her arms around me, her head against my shoulder. I could smell the perfume behind her ear and the residual shampoo fragrance from her shower mingling in with the sexy undertones of the shower gel. My baby would spend all day in the shower if she could, allowing the foam off the scented gel gently tickle her nipples as it ran slowly over her breasts. 

"What's on your mind daddy?" she asked, aware that my thoughts were distracted. 

"Actually," I whispered in her ear, "I was enraptured by the smell of your shower gel and I was thinking of you naked in the shower, a million tiny soap bubbles moving slowly down, caressing you ..." 

Holly stopped my flow of words by tilting her head and covering my lips with her own. Her kiss always sent the gentlest of tingles down my body, causing an almost immediate erection. Confident she now had my full attention she now moved even closer, her hips pushing and grinding in the same movement, which hardened my erection until it was like solid steel. 

Pulling her head away she whispered back, "Come upstairs now and won't need to think it, you can experience it first hand." 

"But I haven't eaten yet." 

"So what? You can eat me." 

Rachel, my wife, no longer queried any interaction with Holly. Her mind had been remapped to accept that anything I chose to do with Holly would make my arousal greater with her, in bed, later. She knew it was daddy's duty, yes his God given duty to sexually please his daughter, and that it was Holly's duty to prime me for her mother. In that way all three of us could have the ultimate pleasure. 

In fact, if truth be known, if Holly kissed me in a sexual way, or if, for example, Holly asked me to caress her, then Rachel herself would often became aroused. It didn't happen often, but Rachel had been known to masturbate while watching Holly and I. What a perfect way to sustain a happy family. 

"Kiss me more," I whispered again in Holly's ear. 

I could hear murmurs of approval from Holly as I moved my hand inside her bra cup, pinching and teasing an engorged nipple. Her hips ground against me very slowly and I strained to fend off cumming in my pants. 

Within a few minutes we were in Holly's bedroom. 

"I eat first," I demanded, "Then we shower." 

Holly made no move to undress herself for she knew I preferred to take on that task. She never queried why, as soon as her panties were removed, I immediately put the warm, damp gusset to my nose. Having undertaken her day's tasks, which included working busily in a restaurant, Holly's panties smelled really good. There was just a tinge of red on the white gusset cotton, her cycle having just finished. Holly was often more responsive before, during and after that time of month. There had been a couple of times I'd taken her, mid stream, my cock coated with menstrual blood. Surprisingly (I thought) Holly seemed dryer, increasing the friction, but she'd been so horny it was unbelievable. 

"You're very wet," I commented. 

"I've been waiting for you coming home, and your kissing skills are improving," replied my daughter with a smile. "Now stop talking and get me licked out." 

"Yes, little Miss Impatient," was my reply. 'Cheeky bitch,' I thought. My kisses weren't that bad, but I knew Holly had a fling with one of the girls in her year. No-one better to teach her than another girl - I'd heard that before. 

Her pussy was completely devoid of any hair as she knew I preferred her that way and I admired its beauty before my tongue attack. Both the aroma and the taste were to my satisfaction and I think I displeased her by forcing a fast tongue attack on her clit which made her cum very quickly but with great moans of delight. We showered together, each sponging the other's most sensitive parts, ending with a very fast blowjob - Holly's idea of revenge. 

*** 

As anyone who's dabbled in computer programming will know, nothing ever goes right at the first or even the tenth attempt. I was visiting Rob's gym far too many times and it was beginning to take its toll. 

"Why don't you have a massage on the house?" asked Rob. 

I laughed. "Not by you! All the other staff have gone home." 

Rob smiled. "I didn't mean tonight. Wait ... I'll see what we have available. When are you next free?" 

"I was intending doing some work here on Saturday. Rachel's usually shopping - she won't nag if I'm out at the same time." 

Rob stared hard at the appointments screen, "Marta has a cancellation - an hour's session. If you arrive here about 2.30 you could have a sauna first, then you'd benefit much more from the massage. Marta is our best masseuse. She's Polish but speaks good English with a very sexy accent. I'll book you in and I'll explain to her who you are. The hour session that was cancelled was a full body gold star massage, our best. I know Marta likes giving the gold star, as well as the extra tips she gets. The massage is on the house, the tip is at your discretion." 

I thought I caught the briefest of smiles on his face. "OK, thanks," I said, unaware of what the gold star really was. 

*** 

Holly never had any intention of just a quickie and following the shower we'd fucked hard on her bed. Nothing had been mentioned the following day nor the day after. The weekend arrived quickly and by that time I needed a break from work and the moonlighting had me totally stressed out. 

"Hi, " I said to the receptionist on the front desk of Rob's club. I hadn't seen her before and she was the perfect girl the club needed, young, fit, enthusiastic and drop-dead gorgeous. "Rob booked me in for a massage with Marta." 

Simona smiled, "Ah, yes. You must be Terry. Rob says you've been doing a lot of work for us. He left a VIP pass - it's a key card and you'll need it to get in to the spa area." 

I remembered the first time I'd visited the club there was very little security. Now no-one without the necessary appointment could get access to the sauna and massage. Simona went in a cupboard and gave me a towel and robe. 

"It's a mixed sauna today." she began, "It's at your discretion whether you keep shorts on, but you may feel embarrassed if you're the only one partly clothed. In any case you need the towel to sit on as it's part of the hygiene regulations." 

"Oh," I replied, and my face must have flushed red. 

Simona beamed a wide smile and touched my arm. "You've obviously not been in a European sauna." I shook my head. "You're in luck today. We have several mums and daughters who are regulars (I'd swear she was enjoying this). Go on, give it a try. It's quite a large sauna and very popular." 

And there began a quick guide to do's and don'ts before I ventured in to the changing area, via the coded door. I could quickly see why it was kept locked as the changing area was unisex that day; no cubicles, no modesty. 

For some reason, and I didn't know why, shedding my clothes with minimal embarrassment seemed quite OK. It was difficult not to stare as the spa area of the gym was quite busy. I figured that although my body wasn't as trim, my equipment was more than adequate. Women would surely cast a glance, so it was fine that I could return a glance back. 

I hadn't been in a sauna for several years, and certainly never in a nude sauna. Although I knew darned well that club rules forbade any under-18s, one of the young ladies in there would certainly have difficulty getting admittance to a night club down town. Perhaps it was just her fresher face, perhaps her tiny breasts, perhaps the fact she'd shaved that day ... I don't know. Something about her had my mind pleading 'don't look', but my cock disagreeing. 

Her boyfriend was sat behind her, giving her a shoulder rub; except that occasionally his hands moved down, lightly brushing the nipples of her tiny breasts. He kept up a steady rhythm, never letting his eyes wander away, intent on his task in hand. I could feel what was happening to me, despite turning away and hoping that my cum gun quietened down. Eventually it did. 

After 7 or 8 minutes in there, my skin basted with my copious sweat, I took my cold shower, dried off with the supplied towel, donned the white bathrobe and made my way to Treatment Room 3. I was a little puzzled that I needed the key card card here too. 

Marta was in the room to greet me with a friendly smile. 

"Hello, you must be Terry," she said, with an accent that immediately made me think she came from some impoverished Eastern European state. Of course, some cities in the UK have thriving Polish communities, with second or even third generations having lived there all their life. Whatever it was, her looks and accent oozed sexual undertones. 

"Hi," I replied, returning her smile and moving to accept her offered handshake. Her hands were soft and smooth, her grip reflecting the exercise her hand muscles needed to work their magic on her clients tired muscles. 

"Rob, he has booked you gold massage. Is OK?" she continued, her mastery of our island's language not yet perfected. 

"I don't know," I quite honestly replied. "My daughter sometimes massages my shoulders if they get tense, otherwise I haven't a clue." 

"You look tired. You have worked hard for Rob?" 

"Yes, but the work is near complete." 

"Com," she pointed, "You com lie down. I help you relax." I could stay forever just listening to the sexily pronounced clipped words and abbreviated sentences. "On your tummy. I show you proper massage. We have much time." 

I hesitated with the robe. My Polish masseuse stood with a 'why are you wasting valuable pleasure time' look on her face. I dropped the robe and laid naked, face down on the massage table. Marta warmed some delightfully scented oil in the palm of her hand then began to work the magic oil into my tense shoulder muscles. 

By the time Marta had worked a quarter way down my back I was almost asleep. I couldn't quite pick out the scents in the oil but the sensuous tones were filling my head. Marta's soft flexible fingers soothed and relaxed everywhere they moved, but one part of me was reacting in the opposite way. With the lightest of touches her fingertips traced a line down my spine to the top of my butt crack, then without the slightest pause she tickled both my sides, reaching the tips of her oiled fingers just far enough forward to catch the edge of the skin just in front of my pubic bone. 

Pubic bone? Yes, and also the boner which wasn't a bone - although it very much felt that way. I was embarrassed - hell, what would this woman think of me? I moved enough to try to hide my embarrassment. 




Changing Room Pt. 03: The Gym



"You are shy man?" asked Marta. "No need with Marta. Just relax and enjoy your massage." She continued down my tired legs. "Is good?" she asked again. 

"Very good," I replied, honestly. If heaven was like this I'd confess my sins to the next pastor I met. Perhaps Marta had one as a client. 

I'd never had a foot massage, but this was included in the 'gold' package. I never dreamed it could be so erotic, Marta was a magician with her dexterity. Finally she bid me turn over. 

"I do not want you embarrass," said Marta in her own style of English language, "But it is, how you say, normal for a man with my gold massage. Are you OK with this?" she pointed to my still semi erection. "It is good for me to know I have given good massage. It pleases me too. You understand, yes?" 

In for a penny, I thought. Why not. "Yes," I answered, but was it cheating on Rachel or Holly? No, I reasoned, it was simply a massage. 

"I make you feel less embarrass," Marta offered. "You are friend of Rob, you do good work. I do good work for you also." And with that she swiftly lifted her tee-shirt over her head, unzipped her shorts and within moments was as naked as me. 

"It is always too hot in here. Now we are equal. No embarrass. OK?" 

I nodded, "OK." 

"You like?" 

I quickly scanned up and down her beautiful fit body. It was tanned with no tell tale lines. Tanning tube or nude sunbathing? I didn't know and I wasn't going to ask. She had short pale brown hair, brown eyes, average sized, perfectly formed breasts and juicy, aroused nipples. Marta obviously worked out, her waist slim, her buttocks plump but tight. Her flat tummy ended with pubic hair neatly trimmed to a landing strip just atop her valley of eastern promise. "I like very much." I couldn't lie. My semi was now fully erect, something which Marta had also noticed. 

"You are big, fit man. Is very nice," she said, pointing closely to, but not touching my erection. "Don't worry. I pay my respect to this later," she added, still pointing. "Is worth extra attention. I like ... I like very much to make him pleasure. Is OK?" 

I nodded and she paused, awaiting any further comment I wanted to make. None forthcoming she continued, "Now I finish massage, OK?" 

"OK," I confirmed, hell I didn't want to offend her ... Well that was my excuse. 

The two small pillows cradling my head gave me little angle to view her hands but I was mesmerised by her breasts. She pulled away slightly. 

"You like?" she cupped her breasts with her oiled hands. 

"I like very much." 

"You like taste? Yes?" 

She leaned forward and my lips enclosed her swollen nipples, sucking, licking. She pulled away. "I must work not tease. I will make him harder." Marta laughed as she briefly touched my hardness. "He is nearly burst. I will please him soon." 

There was little sway or swing of her firm breasts. She glanced at my eyes from time to time, smiling as she knew I never took my eyes off those enchanting breasts. 

Marta skipped my pelvis, my hardness, moving on to the muscles in my thighs, legs, calves. Only when she was certain every leg muscle was relaxed did she return to the places she'd missed. 

With her trimmed fingernails she lightly scratched the skin from below my navel right down to my balls. She broke rhythm only to take more oil, cupping my balls then tracing her fingers up my shaft. Gently easing my foreskin she drew it back as far as it would go, then oiled the exposed tender glans. Time after time she repeated the moves; balls, shaft, glans until I felt I could take no more. 

I was in a state of pure bliss and she held me there as the minutes ticked by. I was amazed by her ability to keep me right on the edge, squeezing hard then easing off and slowing, and the urge to shoot passed me by. 

Finally she asked, "You are ready, Terry, yes?" Stupid question. 

"Raise your hip," she commanded, and stuffed a well folded towel under my butt to keep me raised up. 

"Now you cum for Marta, " she commanded again, encircling my swollen cock with one hand and pushing a finger of the other hand neatly up my butt hole seeking out that all important little bump that ... 

Oh fuck. I have never ever exploded like that before. My cum rocket erupted like Vesuvius, all over my stomach, Marta's hand, everywhere. I felt surges of pleasure pass through me like bolts of lightening. 

I came slowly back down to earth, elated. This woman had performed some magic on me that I've rarely experienced since then. 

Showered and clothed again I passed Marta a generous tip, left and reluctantly returned home, my planned work on the computer system totally forgotten. 

*** 

"Wow daddy, you look great!" chimed Holly as I walked through the door, running to hug me. 

"I've been to Rob's, he booked me in for a massage with Marta, free of charge as a thank you for the extra work I've been putting in." 

"It looks like you enjoyed it." 

I agreed with Holly though I didn't say why. We kissed deeply, time meant nothing when we so close. 

"You smell real good," she commented, breaking briefly away from our kiss. 

"Yes, it's the massage oil, even though I've showered. It's very ... very ... sensuous, erotic," I couldn't exactly describe it. 

"Well," she mused, "It's making me horny." And with that she returned to our kiss. There was no need for words for her hips pushed against me, grinding her pubis against my rapidly swelling cock. Holly always tasted good, whether it was her lips, her nipples or her shaved pussy I was sampling. 

The kiss and the grind somehow seemed more sexually charged than normal. I'd shot more than double my usual load only a short while before, at the gym, yet fuck I was so ready for more. Holly I knew loved kisses and her returned kiss and grind meant she was horny too. Holly was always horny, always ready, night or day. 

Take Tuesday for example; I couldn't sleep - stressed out - and Rachel was giving out the triple zzz's. I snuck out of our bed, through into Holly's room, into her bed. It was a tight squeeze in Holly's bed but it wouldn't be the first time I'd been there. A long slow fuck is one of nature's best cures for insomnia and Holly never turned me down. She had come to prefer being on top. Ever wet, tight cunt, slowly moving up and down so nothing creaked, teasing, stopping, restarting, powerful young love muscles coaxing me to cum, then denying me until she felt the time was right for her. Much had changed within a very short space of time. 

"Daddy," she sensed my thoughts were elsewhere. "Daddy?" 

"Sorry Princess. I was thinking of last Tuesday, when I came to your room during the night." 

"Oh," she gave a naughty laugh. "And you want to now. Sure. Let's go." She paused, "Why so horny on a Saturday afternoon?" 

"Well ... your welcomes always help and, well ... " I chose my words carefully. "Rob wanted to thank me for getting on speedily with the security work and ... look, you must not say anything ... promise?" 

I knew I could trust Holly. I told her everything ... the nude sauna, the massage ... everything, in detail. 

"Wow, that's great. And free?" 

Holly never batted an eyelid. "I gave Marta a tip, that's all." 

"Wow. Say, can I come with you next time?" 

"Nude sauna?" She nodded. 

"And do they exercise nude, too?" she queried. 

I really don't know. I didn't need to be in the gym. The spa suite is separate so I'd have to ask." 

Holly giggled. "I'll tell you a secret. Last year, when we went to Spain, we came across this nude beach." 

"And you ..." 

"Daddy don't fuckin' interrupt." 

"There was this guy, and his cock was a foot long. And, besides, it felt real good." 

"His cock?" 

"DADDY! NO! I meant it felt good being naked." 

I burst into laughter. "I'll have a word with Rob, see if I can get you a visit. I'm not supposed to get free passes until my work's completed." 

"Daddy, I didn't go with that guy." 

I laughed again. "So I can't have a wank fantasising about a foot long cock inside you?" 

"DADDY NO!! You don't need to fantasise. I love you daddy, you can have me any time you want." 

"So you didn't want that guy inside you ... why did you go on the nude beach?" 

"Daddy, stop teasing. Are you going to fuck me or not?" 

In little more than a heartbeat we were in Holly's room. I rather liked the idea of Holly being on top, something else which Rachel would never do. I was hard, very hard but Holly was more than capable of taking my length and girth. Holly's cunt muscles were young and strong and she knew how to squeeze me tight. 

"I love you too, Princess," I said, "And I really mean it." I just loved watching Holly's breasts move up and down. They were (and still are) perfect in every way. 

Holly's eyes closed as she concentrated on the good feelings. Her rhythm was slow and steady, her young muscles able to go on like that for ages. 

"My tits, daddy, please." 

So engrossed was I, and damn near to cumming, that I'd forgotten. Holly loved her tits being fondled, her nipples being tweaked to the point of causing pain. Finally she came, rapidly increasing her speed both to increase her pleasure and mine. It wasn't long before I followed, the familiar pumping ensuring my cum shot upwards into her cave. 

*** 

I rang Rob from my office at Grandbutts first thing Monday. 

"Hi Rob, it's Terry. I just wanted to thank you for inviting me to your spa suite." 

Rob laughed, "I spoke to Marta a short while ago. She's an excellent masseuse." 

"You should her give a rise. She's excellent." 

Rob laughed again, "It's usually the other way round." 

"I suppose so," I admitted, "She's beautiful and talented." I paused. "I'm coming over there straight after work. Will you be at the gym?" 

"I have to be somewhere for 7pm so I need to leave here by 6.30" 

"That's OK, I'll be over there by 5.30 at the latest." 

Though the traffic delayed me I was at the gym by 5.40. Rob was on reception browsing the security cameras. 

He tapped the screen, "I've been watching these two for a while now, and recording in case I miss something. I'm pretty certain they're dealing." 

"How can you be sure?" I asked. 

"Just call it intuition. They do minimal exercises and spend a lot of time talking to others." 

"I should have everything online for you by the end of this week," I said. 

Rob turned and smiled. "You've spent a lot of time on this. Are you sure your original quote was enough." 

"Well," I replied, "It's been a challenge for me which has been worthwhile. The money is OK but perhaps you could throw in a few more massages." 

"You randy bugger. You should be slowing down a little. You're quite a bit older than me." 

I laughed. "I'll slow down when I'm ready for my coffin. My daughter reckons the undertaker will have to saw off my boner before he can close the coffin lid." 

"Your daughter? Not your wife?" 

"Holly's fantastic. I can confide in her better than Rachel. I was even joking with her about that massage." 

"You told her everything?" 

"More or less. Trouble is she's wanting one too ... and the nude sauna." 

"You're joking?" 

"She says she's been on a nude beach, checking out the well endowed men." 

Rob smiled broadly. "Let's see when I can book her in. No charge either." He brought up the diary on the screen. "We do the nude gym and sauna once a month. It's mainly booked out to a nudist group, but I said I'd review it. I was looking at possibly extending our Saturday evenings to 10pm. At the moment we shut at 8. I'll have a word with the staff and the nudist group." He paused to jot down a note to phone them. 

"So when will you know?" I asked. 

"Pretty soon. The occasional Saturday afternoon session has been a big hit with both the nudist members and a lot of our members. Everyone on my books is over 18 and the group knows no minors are allowed so the sessions are perfectly above board. We've had people joining our club through the trial, though they have to be active members for 3 months." 

I needed to get on with my work, so I left it to Rob to get in touch later. 

By the following weekend all was up and running, linked in remotely to the Internet. I knew there would be a few niggles but most of the system would be fine. 

"After you've logged in you'll have admin control over every camera." I told Rob, "Don't leave yourself logged in, otherwise the rest of the staff will have access to the covert ones. Each room is switchable, so if you want the staff to monitor specific areas, you can grant them access as required." I let Rob try out the covert access. The views were perfect. 

"Click on here," I pointed, and the cameras record everything. And this button here," I clicked, "Will activate online access. You can switch it on or off. I've also built coding in to start up an online shop, and I've built in a routine for prospective new clients to view the gym equipment, but not any other rooms, via the security cameras." 

"Thank you so much," said Rob after he'd checked everything out. He produced 4 key cards. "You asked for 4 memberships but I've given you and 3 others top level access. You can use any part of the gym, the sauna, spa, and tanning rooms. If you phone me beforehand I'll book you each 3 free massages with either Marta or Hans." 

"Hans?" 

"We have a male masseur too. As well as the ladies, some of the men prefer him. And before you ask, Hans doesn't mind as long as he gets paid. As for your fees, the money will be in your bank account tomorrow." 

"You don't need an invoice?" 

"No. I'll pay you from a private account, not the business one." 

"How did you go with the nudist group?" 

"Oh yes, I forgot. They're really pleased to get extra sessions here. Marta will stay late if she's required. If anyone needs Hans they'll have to come to the other session." He thought for a moment. "You mentioned your daughter, Holly. There isn't an afternoon nude session till next month. I could book her in for the new late session, but if she wants a massage it will be Marta." 

"Marta won't mind?" 

"Will Holly want a gold session?" 

"Holly is very open minded. Book her in." 

*** 

Rachel was out when I got back. Holly enthusiastically wrapped herself around me, thrusting her pelvis hard against my baby machine, hugging me tightly. Her kiss was long, her mouth melting into mine, her tongue busily working. 

"Daddy, you're home," she said, suddenly pulling away. 

"Well, erm, yes. I do usually come home. Eventually." I was out of breath. Her greeting had taken me by surprise, then I noticed blurred colours under her eyes. Holly had been crying. 

"Princess, what's the matter?" 

I never was subtle. Holly immediately burst into tears. Between sobs it transpired that one of her best friends, once a boyfriend, was moving to the far south. 

"But you have the phone, and Skype. Maybe he'll be back sometime." 

It took Holly a good half hour to calm down. She had lost a good friend, occasionally a comfort fuck, but as a regular boyfriend things hadn't worked out. She had pleaded for a parting fuck but he had refused, which was probably wise. 

"So you're still feeling horny?" I asked; but probably I shouldn't. 

"I just need some comfort, daddy, please." 

I had done comfort many times in the past. It included hugs, kisses, touches, tongues but no fuck. I enjoyed comfort as much as Holly did, perfectly willing to satisfy my own needs privately in the bathroom afterwards, my fingers coated in my daughter's sex juices - an aroma which had never failed ever since that first discovery of the same but slightly varying aroma, after daring to borrow her panties from the dirty linen basket one day. 

Despite my ever closer relationship with Holly, I'd never been jealous of Carl. He had been good for Holly on many occasions and I really felt for her. We kissed again, Holly grinding against me, her knowledge that it was arousing me an important part of the comforting. We kissed deeply, my hands unbuttoning her blouse then reaching round to unclasp her bra. Holly murmured approval as I fondled first one then the other breast. The kiss never broke as I thumbed each plump nipple, her arousal already apparent. 

Holly shivered involuntarily, another noise from her throat assuring me she was enjoying the comfort. My hand went round again, this time to unzip her skirt. Even if Rachel returned home she was now programmed (I hate the word brainwashed) to accept this was beneficial to Holly, therefore it was good. 

With one hand softly fondling a tit, I brushed my thumb across a responsive nipple. My other hand was now inside the briefest of panties. Was it a thong? I don't know; despite working for an online fashion retailer I still got confused. Whatever the briefest of panties were called I now had an inquisitive finger inside. A throaty murmur mid-kiss meant this was what she needed, then suddenly Holly pulled away, quickly pulled down whatever those panties were called and kicked them off. Without a word she locked on to my mouth again. One finger traced a line along her groove, totally devoid of pubic hair, such a wonderful feeling. I was hard, rock hard, but I was pleasuring Holly. She needed it, I didn't. 

Holly moved just enough to allow my finger access. She was wet, very wet and my finger sought out her clit, sufficiently lubricated that I could easily and quickly frig her off. Fast? Yes, she came very quickly. Considerate? I was always considerate when she fucked me. But now all she needed was release, and I was pleased to cooperate. 

After her earlier tears and the release of pent up sexual tension, Holly slept for half an hour, curled up on the sofa. She woke, stretched and realised her state of undress. She quickly dressed again before making us both coffee. 

"Rob has arranged for an all nude session - both exercise and relaxation - for Saturday evening. I've booked you in for both gym and spa." I passed her the key card. "Don't lose it, it's very valuable." 

"Thanks daddy," she smiled broadly. "Are you coming?" 

"I think it might be better for you on your own. The nudists tend to be a friendly group, you might meet someone your age. I don't want to get in your way." 

At first she looked disappointed, then she nodded, "Yes, perhaps you're right." 

"I'll take you in the car, and if you ring me I'll pick you up as well. Oh, and Rob's booked a massage for you with Marta if that's OK." Holly wasn't so sure. I continued, "If you try the sauna first the whole session will help you totally relax and unwind." 

What I didn't tell Holly was that I'd be able to monitor most of it. 

*** 

It was 7.45 when I dropped her off at the gym. Rob liked all clients to be out 30 minutes before closing. It didn't always happen, but Saturday evenings tended to be quiet anyway. Two of the regular staff were needed to ensure Health and Safety regulations were adhered to. After 8.15 the front door would be locked. 

As soon as I got home I logged in. 6 rapid clicks on a certain part of the gym website home page brought up a secret menu. My own password got me full admin access. Although I knew the system inside out, it took me a few minutes to operate the cameras. My jaw dropped - I hadn't until then realised their quality. The set-up was top notch, state of the art, the very latest equipment. Knocked off? I wasn't going to ask. 

The fresh faced girl from the sauna was on one of the rowing machines, her butt moving backwards and forwards in steady rhythm that defied her size. Although the camera's position was fixed, it both rotated, tilted and zoomed. Far from simple security, Rob's system was a formidable piece of voyeuristic delight. 

With a bit of practice I could keep my focus on the seat of the rowing machine, her butt filling a large part of my laptop screen. It was hypnotising, I could see every dimple, every crease. She slowed then stopped, moving to another piece of equipment. I moved the lens to get a good look. 




Changing Room Pt. 03: The Gym



Although, in every respect, she was moving towards me, she knew nothing of her secret admirer. I know some girls have small, even tiny tits, wishing they had more than nature had given. Her vee wasn't smooth, but was quite trimmed and hiding nothing. Feeling guilty at my body's reaction I zoomed out, trying to find Holly. 

As she wasn't used to such exercise, one of the staff was trying to introduce her to the treadmill. I must admit, his eyes were roving everywhere and I was jealous, yes jealous that he was giving her far too much attention. 

Perhaps the accidental brush of his arm against her breast couldn't be avoided as he pointed out the digital display. Perhaps also his hand touched her butt accidentally while he showed her the correct way to stand. Perhaps he was taking extra time to talk to her, his eyes moving and roving her body. Had he told her how beautiful she was? Now they were laughing as he put his hands on her naked waist. 

I changed cameras again, this time to the changing rooms. In one of the shower cubicles a man was soaping a woman's back, waist, and breasts, he pressed close to her, kissing her on the nape of her neck, touching her breasts again. They changed places, looking around to make sure they were alone, she now soaping his engorged member. 

The cameras in the changing room were covert ones. There was some degree of zoom but no pan. I could see enough to keep me hard though. 

I took a break after half an hour of voyeur heaven, to get myself a can and to assure Rachel I was simply sorting out one or two bugs on the website. I needn't have worried, she was engrossed in a TV movie. By the time I returned to my laptop and logged in to the secret menu, Holly was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I remembered her sauna and massage. With no camera in the sauna and no daughter in the massage room I had to wait until she reappeared, leaving the sauna, showering and towelling off, some of the nudists chatting to her as she did so. Finally she took the towelling robe and headed to treatment room 3. 

As I switched to a treatment room camera, Marta came into view. Although there was no sound I could see Marta smile and welcome my Princess. She seemed to spend a moment or two explaining to Holly, after which Holly let her robe drop to the floor, seemingly without hesitation. 

Holly lay face down and, disappointingly, Marta covered Holly's bare butt with a folded towel. Marta warmed the massage oil in her hand before working it into Holly's shoulders and neck and it seemed as if the two were chatting away. I wondered whether it was same sensuous fragranced oil as she'd used on me. 

Little by little Marta worked her way down, ending with the same foot massage. I switched cameras several times, in front of, behind and above the table. The digital zoom was very limited but I could see OK. 

Marta leaned forward and seemed to whisper in Holly's ear. Why whisper? I didn't know but Holly thought a moment then nodded. The towel was removed. Tentatively I thought, Marta began to massage Holly's butt cheeks, ever so slowly parting them, fingers moving further down and massaging her labia time and time again but ever so slowly each time. 

I could see Holly's reaction, her eyes closed, mouth open, breathing laboured. Far from jealous this time, I began to get very hard. 

After a few minutes Marta again spoke in Holly's ear. Holly nodded and turned over. Offered a towel to cover her privates, Holly shook her head. Even with the limits of the covert cameras I could see Holly's labia puffed and darkening pink. Unlike when I'd visited, Marta didn't get naked herself. 

Although there was no sound I could gauge just how Holly felt. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lip as Marta massaged her tits. The erotic massage went on for ages, Marta coming back time and time again to Holly's puffed pussy lips. 

Marta leaned forward and spoke in Holly's ear again, looking around as if to check no one was there. Holly nodded, and I could pick out the words, 'Yes, please' coming from her lips. This time Marta didn't just massage Holly's swollen lips but darted two fingers inside, time and time again at a dizzying speed until Holly's body lost the will to oppose what nature had decreed. A whole raft of pleasure waves rushed through and I could see her scream her delight as an intense orgasm took over her senses. Marta simply kissed her forehead and let her rest. 

Around 15 - 20 minutes later my mobile rang. Holly was enjoying one of the overpriced juice drinks as I called to collect her from the gym. Flinging her arms around my neck she kissed me full on the lips. 

"Daddy, it's been so fantastic," she squealed, seconds before I was ready to pass out. "Everyone has been so friendly, and Marta," she lowered her voice, "Marta's massage was just superb." 

"You smell so good too, from that same massage oil," I commented. 

"Daddy," said Holly, so quietly that it could have been the most important secret on earth, "I let Marta make me cum. It was so wonderfully good, it wasn't wrong was it?" 

I was astounded that she'd been so honest, so trusting in me that she could ask. "Did it feel OK to you?" 

Holly took a moment to reply and hugged me again. "It felt so completely right, it felt as if my whole body was filled with the most amazing pleasure." 

"Then, my sweetheart, it was perfectly right." 

We drove home and just before we pulled into the drive, Holly asked me, "Daddy I'm still so horny. When you and mum go to bed, can you stay awake and come in to my room after she's asleep?" 

I agreed to do just that. 

By the time the small talk had ended and I'd kissed Rachel goodnight, her pill had started to take hold. She was soon into the triple zzz's. 

Holly, perhaps tired from the exercise, was already asleep but soon woke as I got into bed with her. We both discarded what little we wore. 

"Daddy, I wanted to thank you for setting that up for me, and for understanding when I told you about Marta. I felt I'd betrayed you but it just felt so natural." 

"As long as ... " 

"Ssshh, daddy. Don't speak." 

We lay in her single bed, close together, Holly moving against my hardness as we kissed for what seemed like hours. I can't even begin to describe the erotic feeling of a woman's naked breasts pressed again my naked chest, let alone the firm breasts of my daughter. Finally she moved into the position she loved so well, on top, her fucking me, taking all control, satisfying both of our needs. Totally wet with her lubrication, every move we made became just like a sexually charged dream, every inch of our bodies tingling. 

Despite Holly's determination that we should both wait as long as possible before we reached our peak, our bodies eventually succumbed to what nature had always intended. I shot into Holly just seconds before orgasmic bliss rippled through her. 

"I love you daddy," said Holly, from the bottom of her heart, as she recovered from her intense bliss. 

"And I love you too." 

There was simply nothing more to be said.