The Car Trade

My wife and I have always known our relationship is more than most. More exciting. More intense. And most certainly more inclusive than your average couple. Our relationship is above average for many reasons. My love for her has no boundaries. I live for her happiness and pleasure, and as a man, I realize women last longer and require more attention than men do to be completely satisfied sexually.
Because I feel sex and love are two completely different things, I have no problem sharing that part of our relationship with others. In fact I really enjoy knowing my wife is being pleasured beyond any one man's ability. Those are my opinions. You don't have to agree. As long as Mandy and I do, that's all that matters to either of us.
My name is Craig and I told my wife from the beginning that no one would ever love her like I do. To me that means I love her enough to share her with other men sexually and I actually enjoy seeing her in pure ecstasy even if I'm not the man giving that to her.
I'm not gay or bi. I'm not even curious. What I am is totally in love with my wife and I get great pleasure and satisfaction from seeing my wife get pleasure and satisfaction. I know for some that's difficult or impossible to understand, but that's the way I feel. I'm just lucky enough to have a wife that loves me enough to understand and agree.
My wife, Mandy is gorgeous. She's 5'2" and 98lbs soaking wet. She has small perky breasts and the finest, firmest ass you've ever laid eyes on. She's very fit. Blonde hair and brown eyes top off the baby doll appearance that I fell in love with. She's also a nurse. Add to that, Mandy is not only multiorgasmic, she can cum for hours and usually once every 30 seconds or less! I've never met another woman like her. Not even close! Mandy is insatiable!
Mandy and I talked often about our fantasies and eventually that lead to us inviting another man to our bed. It just so happened that a very close friend of mine was willing to help me see if I could find Mandy's sexual limit. His name is Gary. He owns a car dealership in town. Gary and I both had already tried a few times to take Mandy to her limit, but we found out that there was no end to the number of times she can cum. At least not that the two of us working together could find.
One day on a whim, Mandy and I decided to go to Gary's dealership to talk to him about a car we'd seen on his lot. Obviously a trade in, the little two seater roadster was a hot little number... Just like Mandy! We were just going to go there and look, then get him in the office and tell him Mandy wanted to see if he'd trade it out.
This was a fantasy of hers and I thought it was hot too. She was going to offer some personal nursing skills as the payoff for him on a monthly basis, for a car! All as a joke of course! She loved the idea of he and I taking her on his desk at the dealership.
When we get in his office, he closes the door so we can talk in private and I tell Gary of our idea and that Mandy already has the vehicle picked out. Surprisingly, Gary seems receptive to the idea and wants to hear more detail about what's in it for him. So I suggest Mandy show him. With a grin, Mandy got up from her chair and walked over to his, kissed him on the lips while she unzipped his pants and freed his cock from his dress slacks.
Mandy stroked his already hard cock with her tiny hands. Then looks back at me, smiles seductively and bent down to engulf him in her mouth. I can see her head bobbing in his lap and the look of concentration on Gary's face as he watches her pleasure his cock.
He looks over at me and says "I think we may be able to work something out."

Mandy pauses from her masterful blowjob of Gary's cock just long enough to look over his desk at me and say "See? I told you he's a reasonable man." She smiles at me again and devours his cock once more.
Gary then stands up with Mandy still latched on to his cock and doing the best she can to make him cum. But he's different this time. He's more in control and seems determined to keep it that way.
As he gets up he lifts her face to his for another kiss and says "We have a few details to work out before I can sign off on this car for you. Hop up here on my desk and I'll tell you about them." My wife sits on the edge of Gary's new desk, mindful of the phone as he pulls her skirt up to her waist and her thong to her ankles. He doesn't bother to remove them completely.
As he spreads Mandy's legs and enters her pussy he slowly thrusts back and forth and says "I'll have to cover a lot of debt with this, so we need to be fair about just who's getting fucked and who's being taken for a ride. What I mean by that is, I don't mind the trade, but it's a lot of work for me to cover this big of a deal without someone raising suspicion."
He pushed Mandy back slowly on to the desk and continued fucking her. "With no cash as a down payment, your note would be $700.00 a month easy on the car you want. If I have to go pay for sex from a hooker it's $250.00 for an hour. Since we're trading a car for sex with no money down, I think I should get a little extra!" He thrusted harder on the "extra!" and continued with his offer.
Mandy, you'll need to visit me, or I will you, four times a month every month for the next 4 years. Each visit I get an hour. Craig, you can be there with us or not. That's up to you. Some visits may be more than hour so to be fair, if we go two hours that's $500 off the car. But I say when."
Mandy looked over at me with a cross between exquisite ecstasy and and quiet concern. Gary continued fucking her. I asked Mandy if that sounded ok as she began to cum. She moans "Mm hhhhmmm" softly. I couldn't stand it anymore and stood at Gary's desk, and unzipped my pants. Mandy opened her eyes from her orgasm and with an angelic smile, reached up and grabbed my cock to pull me to her open mouth.
By this time Gary is pumping her good and he says "Hold on before you agree. There's some other paper work and fees we have to work out just like any other car deal. Other people have to be involved. There's document fees that go to the finance guy. Can you guys pay that up front? I can't make those fees just disappear. That's some else's pay check."
Mandy takes my cock from her mouth and says "No Gary. We don't have any cash. I thought we could trade all of it out."
Gary pushes his cock deep into Mandy's pussy, looks down at her with a grin and says "You can." With that he picks up his phone and presses a button. "Butch, come in my office for a minute and don't let anyone interrupt us. It's about a trade agreement."
Mandy now has a startled look on her face and in seconds Butch opens the door, closes it quickly behind him, walks up to Gary and smiles down at Mandy.
Butch is a well groomed, well dressed finance guy. He's well mannered and easy going. Mandy had made comments about his appearance and personality when I introduced her a few months ago. However she never mentioned wanting to fuck him. She's normally pretty timid. Getting her comfortable with having Gary join us in bed took months of her getting to know him, meeting for dinner or drinks and just hanging out. Now, here's Butch thrust in to the mix in Gary's office and I wasn't sure how she'd react.
Gary tells Butch that Mandy wants to trade his doc fees on a car purchase and she has agreed to give Butch his $250 worth of trade... right now.
With my cock still in Mandy's left hand, Gary steps from between her legs and is immediately replace by Butch. He unzips his fly and reveals his already hard cock. With one gentle but firm push, his cock is now buried in my wife's wet pussy and he begins to thrust. In seconds Mandy cums again and again. Gary pulls her head to his cock and I watch my beautiful, sexy wife suck him feverishly as Butch continues to fuck with more enthusiasm.
Seeing Mandy stroke my cock, suck Gary's cock and being fucked to repeated orgasms by Butch was out of this world erotic. She looked so sexy! I never expected her to be this open. But she was relishing the attention. Immersed in the moment and the orgasms were coming one after another and her hunger for more grew. She was in total control of three men and loving it. She looked so sexy.
After some time Butch announces he's about to cum. Mandy released Gary's cock from her mouth, wrapped her legs around Butch's waist and dug her heels in to his ass. She let go of my cock so she could grab Butch by his shirt and pull him closer to her. Sprawled out on Gary's desk, Mandy looks him in the eyes and moans "I want to watch your face when you come inside me."
Butch abruptly pulls away and walks around the front of the desk where I'm standing. Mandy and I both are a little surprised by this. Butch nudges me out of the way, pushes his cock in to my wife's mouth. She manages a smile around his cock and takes as much of him in her mouth as possible. She sucks him hard and fast as she looks up at Butch. He explodes in her mouth and Mandy swallowed every drop of his cum. She licked him clean with a grin and soft moan. Pulling his cock out her mouth just enough to say "Thank you Butch."
Butch returned the gaze in to her eyes and said "I was hoping we'd get another trade soon. It's been a while. I'll get the paperwork taken care of. It was pleasure doing business with you."
Gary replaced Butch between Mandy's legs and continued fucking her. Butch zipped his fly and out the office he went, closing the door behind him.
I resume my position beside Mandy's head and ask "So... That's it right? She gets the car?"
Gary says "Well there's one other fee she has to cover." Mandy cums again as Gary and I pump her pussy and her mouth. "You see there's a prep fee that has to be paid because that's how that guy makes his money. Just like Butch does with the doc fees. It's also $250. So, do you want to pay that in cash or do you want to trade that too?"
Mandy doesn't hesitate. Taking my cock from her mouth and looking right at me she said "I want to trade that fee too." With that she licked my cock, smiled at me and put it back in her mouth.
Gary reached for the phone.
"Jim, come to my office for a "trade agreement." All the while continuing his relentless attack on Mandy's pussy with his cock.
In less than a minute the service manager opens the door to the office, closes it quickly and walks behind Gary's desk. He stands across from me and looks down at my beautiful, petite, blonde wife. She's sprawled out on her back hungrily sucking my cock and getting fucked by Gary with her eyes closed.
Jim is 6'2" 230lbs and all muscle. He's also a very dark complicated black man.
"Jim" Gary says "This is Mandy and her husband, Craig. Mandy wants to trade out the prep service on her car. That little roadster. You ok with that?"
Mandy opened her eyes to see the huge black man standing over her. The look of surprise on her face was priceless.
Jim smiled down at her and said "Absolutely, Gary. You know I always enjoy helping our customers get the car they want. I'll be happy to do whatever it takes to please a customer."
Jim unzipped his pants and pulled his cock from his now open fly. It was huge.
"I really get a great deal of satisfaction working closely with our customers." He grabbed Mandy's head and pulled her mouth to his cock.
It was all she could do to take the first few inches in her mouth. Mandy came again from Gary's now increasing pounding. She arched her back and with both her tiny hands wrapped around Jim's stiffening cock. There was still more of Jim's cock than she could take in her mouth left unsupported by her hands.
In a few minutes however, Gary brings her to the biggest orgasm yet. I watch in amazement as my wife holds Jim's cock with both hands and cums yet again. Gary's thrusts continued to get harder and faster as he reached his climax, then exploded his entire load in her pussy.
After grinding his cock and cum deep inside, he asked Jim to trade places with him.
Jim was happy to oblige and we both watched as he positioned himself between her legs. Jim rubbed the massive head of his cock against Mandy's swollen pussy lips.
Using the slippery mix of her's and Gary's cum dripping from her pussy as lubricant, he slowly eased his cock in to her.
Mandy clutched both sides of the desk and arched her back with a grimace of sweet agony. A gasp of surprise and ecstasy released as the head of Jim's cock popped into her pussy. Mandy winced for a split second and then the grimaced face flowed into pure ecstasy as Jim slid most of his enormous cock into her pussy.
I know she'd never had a cock that big before. I'd asked her several times while she and I watched porn if she wanted a big cock the size Jim was giving her now. Those guys in porn movies are almost always way above average size.
Her response was always the same. "Hell no! That's too big for me. I'm a little girl and your cock is plenty big. Your cock is perfect! It hits my g-spot perfectly."
I now looked down at my wife, spread eagle on my best friends office desk, in a car dealership. She has Gary's cock to her right, my cock to her left. She's still clutching the desk top and Jim is just now beginning to move his cock in and out of her pussy.
Jim can't get the entire length of his cock in Mandy's pussy. It won't fit. Jim is careful not to push to hard and I was amazed at how gentle he was with her. He took her legs and placed one on either side of his chest. Rocking his hips back and forth, he allowed Mandy time to get use to his girth. Her thong was still hanging from her left high heel shoe and waved in the air like a flag of surrender with every stroke.
Mandy's white knuckle grip of the desk relaxed after a few minutes and Jim continued to look down at her and smile.
"I always take good care of my customers, Miss Mandy. I'll service you AND your car any time you need me to." Jim cooed.
Mandy came instantly and looked up at me. "It will need service from time to time honey. Is it ok if I bring it here?... To have the fluids checked, rotation... You know... Keep it purring like it's supposed to?" I knew she wasn't talking about the car.
Gary chimed in "We do have excellent service after the sale, and our service department gets rave reviews. Would you like to add an extended warranty to our deal?"
Mandy's back arched, she grabbed mine and Gary's cocks and stroked us both. Again, another huge orgasm and I can see her leg muscles quiver as Jim continued his steady fucking of my wife.
Mandy is still slightly delirious from the explosive climax and looks first at me, then Gary, then up at Jim. "I want the best service plan you've got." With that she takes my cock in her mouth for a moment. Then pulls it out again and looks up at me. Her eyes full of lust and as she comes yet again on Jim's huge cock, she manages to whimper "Is that ok with you baby?"
"Yes baby" I answered. "You know you can have whatever makes you happy as long as I know and you include me."
Mandy smiled and said "You are so fucking good to me baby. I love you" and put my cock back into her mouth.
She sucked my cock with such intensity and sultry persuasion that it wasn't long before I came hard and in huge waves in her mouth. Again, she hungrily devoured my cock and swallowed every drop of my cum. She hates wasting it.
I fell back into the chair behind me and Jim seized the opportunity to have my wife to himself. He pulled his cock from her pussy and told her to bend over the desk. That's Mandy's favorite position, so she didn't hesitate!
Again, Jim plowed into my wife's dripping pussy but this time he pushed his cock in deeper than before and now with harder thrusts, he gave her what I know she really wanted from the start... A good hard fucking. Jim grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him with each stroke.
Mandy's torrents of orgasms began again. One after another for what must have been 45 minutes. Gary and I took turns holding her still.
Sometimes Mandy would manage to get one of our cocks in her mouth... But not for very long. She'd begin to cum again and couldn't keep her concentration on anything but Jim fucking her like she'd never been fucked before.
Ever so often Mandy turned her head to look back at Jim and cheer him on. "Fuck me harder, Jim. Fuck me!" Another explosive and intense orgasm would follow and she would announce it. "I'm commmmminng! Oh... God... I'm... Commmmminng!
Finally, Jim tensed up and announced he was about to come. Mandy looked back at him and said "Cum in me Jim! Fuck me harder and cum inside me!"

Jim came... And he came! And he came! His cum literally squirting out of Mandy's pussy while he pumped. She was also coming over and over again.

Jim collapsed on top of my wife. His huge frame completely covered her tiny body. He held her tight against him as he pumped his last few drops of cum in to her swollen pussy.
After catching his breath he stood, put his huge cock away still dripping wet, and zipped his pants. "Miss Mandy, I hope my services were satisfactory. Given the short notice, I feel I may not have done my best for you. In the future, if you would call ahead and make an appointment I can make sure I have the proper time to provide you with the best possible service that you deserve. I look forward to hearing from you soon. I'll have your car out front when your ready for it." With that Jim was out of the office.
Gary and I looked at each other from across his desk with my wife Mandy still bent over it, panting. Her hair was a mess. Her dress still pulled up around her waist with her ass exposed. Jim's hand prints still visible in her soft, white skin, and her thong still wrapped around her left high heeled shoe. She lifted her head, looked at me and said "That's the first time I've ever gotten fucked this much in a car deal... And loved it!"
THE END.

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The Dresden Files: The Japanese Invasion

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own The Dresden Files or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

Story Codes: Multiple Pairings, Supernatural, Magic, Mind Control, M/F, F/F, Tentacles, Non-Con, Incest

The Dresden Files: The Japanese Invasion
By Muhabba

Prologue

She was the Leanansidhe, second only in power to the Fae Queen Mab. She was one of the most beautiful creatures in all of Fairy with long, silky red hair, pointed ears, and mischievous cats eyes. She was beautiful with large, firm breasts, a sexily curved body, long legs and all wrapped in a shimmering green gown that flowed around her in the winter breeze.

She was Molly Carpenter, called the Ragged Lady by both who feared her and loved her. She was born a wizard and had came into her power only a few years before, trained by her father’s best friend, Harry Dresden, until his death only a few months before. A death she was partially responsible for to save his soul from Leanansidhe’s mad queen Mab. She had spent the time since on the streets, trying to continue her mentor’s work while being trained by Harry’s Fairy Godmother, Leanansidhe.

“Oh, oh God,” Molly gasped out as Lea kissed down from her pink lips to her neck. “I... I don’t think... What... What kind of lesson is this,” she groaned as her teacher ran her knowledgeably hands up her sides. She shivered, either from the cold of the alleyway or from what Lea was doing to her, she didn’t know.

“The most important lesson of all, ‘Hana’,” Leanansidhe said as she slid her hands through the layers of Molly’s clothes to open up her top, “The lesson of survival.” She parted her young student’s clothes revealing her large breasts, firm and silky the way only young girls can have. She kissed down to Molly’s chest as she raised her hands up, cupping both breasts, holding them up to her mouth and caressing the warm flesh with her wet tongue. She could feel her student shiver in appreciation rather than cold as she slid her tongue from one large tit to the other drawing moans from the young girl’s mouth.

“I don’t see... see how this will... will help me survive,” Molly groaned. Lea’s sudden kiss had taken her off guard, Lea pushing her against the wall had mentally disarmed her, and when Lea had pressed her voluptuous body against her own she had surrendered. She was helpless against the Fey on every level but this was something she would never had expected. The Fey were known for the sexual prowess and she had been completely lost to lust the moment the immortal creature had decided to act.

Leanansidhe gave a toothy smile around her fate full of Molly’s chest before capturing a ripe, erect nipple between her teeth and lashing it with her tongue. Releasing the hard nub she licked over to the other rosy pink nipple and toyed with it with her lips, nuzzling it playfully. “I have taken over Harry’s role as your magical guardian and teacher and as such I decide the best way to teach you what you need to know,” she said before beginning to lick down her student’s amazing chest.

Molly’s hands hung limply at her sides, unsure on what to do, never having imagined anything like this happening to her in any way much less by a Fae of the High Sidhe court. She began panting as Lea lovingly stroked her sensitive breasts, toying lightly with her pale, pink nipples, her body feeling flush in the cold winter air. “Oh God,” she choked out as the beautiful Fae began unfastening her ill-fitting pants.

Lea licked up her student’s body until they were kissing deeply again as she tugged down Molly’s pants to reveal her pale, pink pussy. “I’m afraid time and the weather are against us child,” she whispered into the young girl’s ear, “Turn thee around. Present thine treasure to me.”

“Oh God,” Molly choked again as he automatically turned herself around with no thought at all. She braced her arms against the cold wall, thrusting her ass out to the air, her large tits dangling below her. The Leanansidhe's hands slid over her up-raised rear-end delicately, gliding over her taunt cheeks like ice, sending shivers through her body. She squeaked out as she felt Lea’s wet, pink, cold tongue slide over her ass, she gripped the dirty brick wall and shuddered in pleasure as it wiggled between her pale cheeks.

Lea knelt behind her shivering student. As a Fay of the high court she only bowed before her queen, except for special situations. Using her fingers she pried Molly’s thick, round cheeks apart, slipping her tongue between them and down to the young girl’s pretty, pink pussy. Her student’s pussy was wet, practically dripping and she could hear Molly moan in desire above her as she slowly penetrated her with her tongue. She slid her tongue around Molly’s hot hole, teasing the young girl before sliding herself inside and tasting the young wizard’s sweet juices. She smiled to herself as Molly began grinding back against her, sexually desperate to get Lea’s tongue as deep inside of herself as possible.

Suddenly the Leanansidhe inhaled deeply.

Molly began shivering violently as the winter cold overtook her partially dressed body. Since Lea’s first kiss her body had been flush with desire to the point she had felt sweat dripping under her layers of dingy clothes. But suddenly, for no reason she could think of, she was freezing.

As Lea stood up the snow fell from her dress. “Get dressed, Hana,” she said sweetly, “Before you catch your death.”

Blinking the confusion and lust from her eyes, Molly began hurriedly getting her shabby clothes back on, concealing her mostly naked body. Something in Lea’s silky voice was making her nervous, almost like the High Sidhe was hesitant about something. She had never seen the Leanansidhe nervous about anything. “What’s going on?” she asked nervously.

Lea turned to look at her student from over her shoulder. “Nothing you should concern yourself with, child,” she said sweetly, “Now you should use one of those veils you are so good at and scamper along. Don’t make Auntie Lea tell you twice.”

Molly stared at the strange expression on Lea’s face before nodding her head quickly. She threw her arms up and disappeared completely, even the fog of her breath hidden behind her veil. She ran as quick as she could out of the alley. She may not have been one of the most powerful wizards alive but she was one of the most clever, clever enough to realize that if there was something coming that could make a Fairy as powerful as the Leanansidhe nervous than she wouldn’t stand a chance.

Lea turned to the opposite end of the alley that her young charge had taken and waited patiently. She didn’t have to wait long. After only a few minutes a silhouette of a man walked into the end of the alley, his features obscured by the light, the only thing visible was the outline of his long jacket billowing in the breeze.

“I’m afraid, creature, that the young one you were stalking has already fluttered away,” Lea said with a smirk, “You’ll just have to make do with me.” She waited patiently, smirking at the dark figure, it’s jacket billowing in the breeze. And then suddenly the jacket spread wide unleashing a half dozen objects from it’s depth.

An oily, black tentacle wrapped it’s self around Lea’s slender throat and she simply stood impassively in the middle of the alley, not even trying to defend herself. Four more tentacles wrapped themselves around her wrists and ankles, lifting her off of the ground and spreading her arms and legs. A sixth tentacle wavered in front of her face before flashing out and tearing her dress in two. Her large, firm, pale breasts swayed lightly on her chest as she was stripped naked, her stomach perfectly flat, her hips flaring out, her pink pussy completely bald except for a small red tuft of soft pubic hair. The sixth tentacle ripped her dress apart, leaving the most beautiful woman currently on the plant completely naked. And she just continued smirking.

The first tentacle around her neck extended itself up, sliding it’s tip past her scarlet lips. She opened her mouth to welcome it, massaging it with her tongue as she sucked it into her throat. She swallowed around it, her throat rippling along it’s length as she continued caressing it with her moist tongue. It began thrusting itself in and out of her face, fucking her talented mouth as she continued trying to smirk around it’s girth plunging in and out of her.

The tentacles around Lea’s wrists crawled up her arms to her chest, each tentacle circling one of her large, firm breasts. They squeezed them lovingly, the tips circling her hard nipples and pulling them hard on top of her tits. And still she continued to smirk knowingly.

The sixth tentacle slid over the Leanansidhe’s flat stomach, slipping down to her pubic mound, teasing the small, tight entrance to her pussy. It toyed with her clit, raising it out of it’s sheath, making her wet until it could slip past her plump vaginal lips into her tight cunt. It began sliding in and out of her body, fucking her other worldly form, pushing itself in and out deep inside of her. And still she only continued to smirk.

As the Leanansidhe was fucked in the middle of the dirty alley she continued smirking in satisfaction. Everything was going according to plan.

Chapter 1.

Karrin Murphy, formerly of the Chicago Police Department, stood hesitantly in her hallway for a moment before coming to a decision. "Shower first," she muttered. She shrunk away from the early morning light wafting through her grandmother's lace curtains, once again swearing to herself to redecorate the house into something more modern but knowing that she was lying to herself. This was her home but it had belonged to her grandmother first and leaving the house decorated the way it was was a constant reminder of family. Her family. No matter how much they argued.

Stepping into her bathroom she threw off her plain robe and turned the hot water on, waiting for the temperature to rise. As lovely as her old house was it was still a old house an the pipes could take several minutes to heat the water. While Murphy waited for the water to get hot enough to be tolerable she looked at her body in the mirror. She ran her hand through her new, short hair just barely long enough not to be called stubble. After losing her job, fighting a war with vampires and then losing her best friend, shaving her head had seen like the thing to do. A new beginning to follow the bad ending to the life she had known. She had kept her body fit, her small breasts still firm and high on her chest, her stomach flat with just a hint of the muscle underneath, her thighs thick but muscular without being a parody. And she allowed herself a vain look at her thick, muscular ass. Still fit despite her growing age, a gymnast's body, every muscle having a purpose.

The water from the shower grew hot enough to steam the mirror and she quickly added a dash of cold to go with it before stepping in. The hot water flowed over her naked body, relaxing muscles she hadn't even realized were tense. It had been like that since Harry had died. Murphy knew she was having dreams about him and nightmares about what they had done in South America even if she couldn't always remember them in the mornings. It was bad enough remembering them during the day.

Murphy began washing her hair, once again adding to much soap, forgetting how short her hair was now. She rinsed the soap out of her eyes and tried to get Harry out of her mind but failed as she tried harder and harder. Perhaps it wouldn't have been as bad if they hadn't been planning to... get together afterwards, after the war. He had wanted a relationship, she didn't. It had been that simple and they respected each other's boundaries, for years remaining best friends. But on the eve of their battle with the Red Vampire Court he had made deals for power, power enough to rescue his daughter, power that came with a price. After the battle Harry would become a servant to the Far Queen, Mab, her knight, her assassin. Being sure they would never see each other again they had decided, just that once, to be with each other in the way they both had wanted. But when she had showed up all she had found was blood.

Shivering at the memory, Murphy tried to shove it out of her mind as she grabbed a wash cloth and added her favorite body wash. She began washing her shoulders and arms as she tried to find a happy memory to concentrate on. The cloth slid up and down her arms and as it reached her chest she allowed a little smirk to play at the corners of her pink lips. Kincaid was always good for a laugh. Harry swore that the hit-man wasn't human but he had treated her like any other guy she had gone out with. She and Harry had had their friend-talk before she had accepted a date with Kincaid and she had be weary of him. How could she not, she had been a cop and he had possibly been a supernatural hit-man. They had laid each other's rules down at a light dinner and then later cemented them at his hotel room. She had meant for it to be a quick one night stand, just something to get her through a bit of a slump but it had actually gone on for weeks.

The thought of dating a supernatural hitman for weeks on end just because he was good in bed caused Murphy to blush in embarrassment. And then when she admitted to herself that he wasn't just good in bed, he was friggin' great, caused her to blush deeper. She didn't notice as she slid the rough washcloth over her tender breasts, her pink nipples growing tighter, she just tried to remember her time with Kincaid. It wasn't just that he had a prick that a porn star would envy, it was that he knew how to use it. So thick and long, so hard but he could slip it deep inside of her effortlessly, reaching parts inside of her that she had forgotten were there.

Kincaid had a way of aiming that he was as deadly with his cock that he had been with a rifle. Murphy chewed her bottom lip as she slid the washcloth purposefully over her hard nipples, remembering as she lay under the hit-man, her legs spread, gripping his muscular forearms as he worked himself deep inside of her gushing pussy. Her hand released the soapy cloth, her fingers tugging at her sizzling nipples as memories of riding his spectacular dick washed through he mind like the water flowing over her naked body. She could remember every inch of his cock as she palmed one of her small tits and the other hand slid down her wet flesh.

Murphy groaned lustfully as her hand slid between her muscular thighs, teasing her wet pussy as she remembered Kincaid doing the same. His fingers had been deadly, slipping and sliding inside of her expertly, constantly questing for new ways to make her cum. She threw her head back and groaned in pleasure as she slid a finger inside of her throbbing cunt, pushing it in as far as she could the way Kincaid had. Her toes curled with pleasure as a shot of water hit her eye causing her to stumble out of fantasy.

"Dammit!" Murphy cursed herself. What the hell was she doing. First she had been depressed by her memories of Harry, the first, only, and last openly practicing wizard in Chicago, her best friend, and now she was friggin' herself over a fling with a practicing murderer. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she grumbled before realizing that she was still sliding her finger in and out of her pussy, her slick juices joining the hot water coursing down the insides of her muscular thighs.

"Fuck it," she grunted to herself. She needed this. Just a bit of release. Something to unwind to. Just not Kincaid. Harry and Kincaid hated each other even if they respected each other. Besides, personally, Kincaid was her number one suspect in Harry's shooting and despite their fling she'd come down on him like an avalanche if she could prove it. Refusing to let her bad mood bring her down she placed a foot on the rim of the shower and slid a second finger into her heated pussy. "Just a quick one," she mumbled to herself as she slid her fingers in and out of her tight pussy, "Just no Kincaid."

Murphy rolled her eyes in frustration at arguing with herself over whether to give herself an orgasm or not and who it should be about. She growled before closing her eyes and concentrating on the pleasure she was feeling, trying to ignore the emotions it was bringing up. Various men's faces danced behind her eyes as she struggled to concentrate on only her fingers but unfortunately it didn't work that way for her. She couldn't just have pleasure for pleasure's sake, there had to be something, someone behind it and she struggled to find that person or that fantasy. Harry's roguish face swam across her brain before she pushed it aside followed by Kincaid. "Karrin Murphy, you're the only person that can screw up an orgasm," she growled at herself.

She almost decided to give up and get dressed but she felt like she needed this right now. Just a quick bit of relaxation and then on with the day but, of course, she was being to hard at herself. He used her two fingers to glide over her G-spot as she strummed her clit with her thumb but she still couldn't find a good fantasy to fix on. "Jesus! When was the last time I had a good orgasm?" she asked herself just as a memory seized her and caused her pussy to gush. A sudden wave of lust surged through her an she groaned out loud, gurgling around the shower filling her mouth with water. She spit the water out and moaned as the memory of Butters' thick, hard, log of a cock filling her and caused her cunt to flutter.

Waldo Butters was a ME for the Chicago Police and was, by every definition, a nerd. Skinny and awkward he had also proved to be every inch the hero but there was no way anybody would guess it by looking at him. Or meeting him. Or getting to know him. Thanks to a mis-fired spell, Murphy had walked into a small orgy with Butters and 3 young girls revealing his massive prick to her. She had taken control of the small group, making sure everyone fully explored everybody else's bodies, especially the skinny ME's prick. His cock had filled her to the breaking point again and again, stretching her every hungry hole.

"Oh God!" Murphy gasped as the memory of Butters fucking her blotted out everything else in her mind. She braced one hand against the shower wall, her ass clenching and relaxing as she drove her fingers as deeply inside of her needy pussy as she could. She had threatened Butters and the three girls with every form of punishment known to man, and a few she had made up, to remain silent about the incident. Normally it was a sort of embarrassment like getting drunk at a party and then waking up somewhere strange the next morning after losing control. And Karrin Murphy was all about control but right now, with her fingers a blur between her legs and her chest heaving with desire, she needed a bit of embarrassment. And nothing caused her to blush deeper or hotter, than the memory of Butters managing to work his giant cock into her tightly clenching ass.

Murphy rolled her eyes about what she decided to do next. Her night with Butters and the girls wasn't her proudest memory but it somehow seemed appropriate right now. Pushing her two fingers as deep into her horny pussy as she could she slipped the middle finger of her free hand between her taunt ass-cheeks. She shoved her finger into her tight ass, burrowing in deeply and gasping out in pleasure. She slid the fingers in her cunt out before reversing them and pulling the finger in her ass out slightly and then reversing.

Setting up a steady rhythm, Murphy moved her fingers in and out of her body like tiny pistons, filling one hole while sliding out of the other. Her eyes fluttered as she threw her head back, groaning out as the muscles in her body tensed, the leg set on the edge of the tub shaking slightly as her orgasm began to rise up quickly. She gasped out, her slender chest heaving as she finger-fucked herself, her voice echoing through her bathroom, steam flowing through the air as she started to cum. Her entire body shivered as she panted out in lust, every muscle in her body quivering as her slick juices joined the water flowing down the drain.

Gasping out, the former police officer rode out her orgasm, her body shivering in pleasure, her eyes closed tight, fireworks exploding behind her eyes. Murphy slumped against the tiled wall as her body began to relax, her foot sliding off the side of the tub. She placed her hands on her knees and struggled to get her breath back as the hot water began to cool and she reached up to turn the shower off before it could freeze her. A dopey smile spread across her lips before she shook her head. "Stupid magic," she mumbled to herself as she once again pushed the memory of fucking Butters and the girls deep down in her memories and stepped out of the shower.

Stepping out of the shower she started drying off just as the phone in her kitchen started to ring. "Dammit," Karrin mumbled as she threw the towel down and reached for her robe. As the phone rang for the third time she cursed again as she threw the robe down and ran out of the steamy bathroom completely naked. She quickly trotted through her house, the cool air keeping her nipples hard, and reached her phone just as it started to ring for the fourth time. When she had been younger, before the invention of voice-mail, she had been taught to let the phone ring seven times before hanging up or before the answering machine clicked on but now, with everybody in a hurry, the standard was letting the phone ring only four times. "It's funny the things you think of when your naked in you kitchen," she thought as she held the phone to her ear.

"This is Murphy," she said, really noticing how she still had a land line for her phone rather than using her cell phone all the time. Then she noticed how her house and yard still looked like they were decorated by a eighty year old woman and she shrugged in defeat. When had she gotten so old?

"Hey, Murphy, this is Tucker. Carl Tucker from Special Investigations," the voice on the other end of the phone said.

Karrin had to think over who he was for a moment before remembering. As the detective in charge of Special Investigation she had been Tucker’s supervisor and when she had been demoted he'd given her absolutely no grief. Special Investigations was where the Chicago PD sent all the strange, unexplainable case and expected it to explain them. It usually involved a great deal of creative writing and Tucker had been the one who usually filled out the reports. He had originally been assigned to Petty Thief and one day answered a call about several small thefts at an apartment building. His grandmother had been old country German so when he had found the basement filled with Kobalds he had written exactly that. Which left him getting transferred to Special Investigations when he refused to change his official report. He was a good guy and a good cop and Karrin had relied on him when she had been running the division.

"Hey, Tucker, how's it going?" Murphy asked, a smile creeping onto her face. She missed the comradery on being a cop and just hearing another officer's voice began to cheer her up.

"Just work and more work," Tucker chuckled, "How's civilian life?"

Karrin rolled her eyes at the older cop's playful jab. "Less work and more boredom," she admitted, "What merits a phone call at this time in the morning?" She didn't mind a bit of verbal sparring from Tucker. When she had disappeared to help Harry fight his war against the vampires and save his daughter it had been at a really bad time in her career and she'd been fired but Tucker and a few others had stood by her despite her not being able to actually say what had happened.

"Well, after you went MIA and got canned I got transferred back to Small Crimes," Tucker said.

Murphy shivered in the cold, water still dripping off of her naked body as she stood in the kitchen. She tried to reach the afghan on the couch but the cord wouldn't let her reach. "Good for you," she said as she extended as far at her short frame would let her, water dripping off of her body as goosebumps covered her wet skin.

"Thanks. It ain't civilian life but it'll do," Tucker chuckled again, "Anyways I heard about a case and I thought it might be up your alley."

Standing on her tip-toes on one foot, her other leg stretched out behind her, her small breasts dangling, Murphy continued to try and reach for her afghan. "'Fraid I don't head down that alley anymore, Tucker," she said.

"Officially, sure," Tucker said, his tone changing, becoming a bit darker, "But you and I both know there's more than one way to be a cop."

The change in tone caught Murphy's attention and she stopped trying to reach for the afghan. "So what's up?"

"Been some attacks," Tucker started, "Women. Homeless and prostitutes mostly so you know how much of a priority that makes it."

"And by 'attacks' I suppose that means no deaths," Murphy added.

"Not yet but it's early. It's what happens to the victims afterwards that's the problem..."

And then Tucker told her and Murphy nearly dropped the phone. "Can... can you repeat that Tucker?"

"The women become uncontrollably, sexually active, forcing themselves on anybody they can get their hands on."

Murphy had to have Tucker repeat his statement twice more before it finally sank in and she thanked him. They spent a couple of minutes afterwards catching up on precinct gossip before hanging up and she spent a moment staring at the phone, forgetting the temperature and her nudity. Next she made a phone call.

-----

The house phone for the Carpenter family was located in the large, warmly decorated kitchen and rang four times before Charity could answer it. "Carpenter house, this is Charity," she said offhandedly as she tried to grab her youngest son as he giggled and ran past her in only his underwear.

"Yeah, Charity, this is Karrin. Karrin Murphy," the voice on the phone said, "Harry's friend."

"Of course I remember you, Karrin," Charity said as she threw her slightly damp hand towel at her oldest son. He scowled at her for a moment before noticing her scowl and following her eye line to his brother running around in his underwear. With one son chasing the other, Charity turned her full attention to voice on the phone. She didn't really remember the last time she had talked to the former police officer Karrin had helped rescue her daughter from the heart of Winter in Fairy and it was not something that you could forget.

With one small, pre-school emergency handled she could turn her full attention to the phone and her voice grew more pleasant. "What can I do for you, Karrin?" she asked. Immediately her mind went to her missing daughter, Molly, and all the terrible reasons Karrin could be calling. Despite being a plain, mundane mortal, the former officer still battled the dark forces of the supernatural and despite how much worse it had gotten since Harry's death, Karrin was still battling on the front lines. "Do... do you have any... any information about Molly?" she asked worriedly.

"No, no. Nothing like that," Karrin reassured her, "In fact I was wondering how you were doing. Y'know, if you'd heard anything from her old friends."

Charity released a sigh of relief that Karrin wasn't giving her any bad news about Molly. At least worse news than that nobody had found her yet. "No. None of her friends have heard from her. Why? Have you heard something?" she asked trying to keep the fear out of her voice.

"Nothing, new," Karrin said, "But I heard that you've been heading out at night looking for her."

"Of course," Charity said with a bit of steel in her voice. She'd had lecture after lecture from her husband on the dangers of prowling around at night, searching the supernatural communities for their daughter but with him still recovering from his injuries she was the only one that could do it.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to try and warn you off or anything," Karrin reassured her, "Well, not really."

"And what's that mean?" Charity asked. Just in self-defense she unconsciously stood up straighter and held her shoulders apart, prepared to argue for her right to make sure all of her babies were all right. Even in a thread bare and comfortably worn robe she made an imposing figure. She stood nearly six feet tall and most of that was leg. She kept herself in excellent shape with wide hips, a flat stomach and broad shoulders. Her large, unencumbered breasts pressed against her flannel pajama top and her blue eyes flashed as she prepared to ignore another lecture on the dangers lurking in the night. She pulled her long, blonde hair back as she waited for the former police officer to answer her question, prepared to fight for her right to look for her own daughter despite everyone trying to warn her away.

"Easy there, Charity," Karrin told her, "I was just calling with a warning if you were going out tonight."

Charity released a breath she hadn't realized that she'd been holding. "I'm sorry," she said as her shoulders began to relax, "It's just... she's my baby, Karrin."

"I know, I know," the former officer reassured her, "And you and your family have had it rough over the last year with your husband and then Molly running away."

Her head slumped a bit at the mention of her husband. Michael Carpenter was a wonderful man, husband, and father. The owner of his own general contracting business, devout Catholic, and Knight of the Sword, a Christian Avenger referred to by the demons he had hunted as The Fist of God. He had carried a sword with one of nails used to crucify Jesus worked into the hilt and used he faith to help who he could. And it had nearly killed him. He was still recovering from the injuries he had received helping his friend, and Karrin's, the wizard known as Harry Dresden. In her darkest moments she blamed Harry for nearly getting Michael killed but she knew it wasn't true. What Harry and her husband had done had saved lives and at the end of the day that was the most important thing and she knew that The Fist of God would have easily given his life to help save Harry or a complete stranger.

Charity sigh and stared up as if she were trying to see through the ceiling to the second floor of her house to her former craft room and the small treasure contained inside. Harry had been Michael’s best friend and despite everything that her family had to contend they had no qualms opening up their home or her to losing her craft room to honor the fallen wizard. "I didn't mean to jump down your throat," she apologized to Karrin.

"You didn't," Karrin said plainly and Charity could hear her trying to choose her words carefully, "I'm just giving you a shout out if you do head out tonight."

Feeling slight embarrassed by her attitude towards Karrin tried not to let her frazzled nerves strain out through her voice. "No, I'm sorry, Karrin, you've been nothing but supportive since Molly ran off and I was being unreasonable towards you. Thank you for all your help," she said. When her daughter had first disappeared, Karrin had used her contacts in the police department to move things along and get Molly's disappearance taken more seriously than just Teen-Runaway.

"It's no problem," Karrin said and Charity could hear the relief in the former detective's voice, "But I did want to give you a call about going out tonight. There have been some odd attacks lightly but I don't have all the details yet so I want you to try to stick to brightly lit, populated areas."

"I don't really think Molly would be sticking to brightly lit, populated areas what with her whole 'Ragged Lady' motif," Charity told her.

"Probably not but..." Karrin began, trying to get her point across before Charity could snap at her again, "...it's better than something happening to you. Your whole family needs you as well as Molly. And just long enough for me to get more details. Is that good with you?"

Charity took a deep breath before answering. There was nothing that was going to stop her from finding her daughter. "I understand," was the best response she could give.

-----

The next person to call on her list was the last person that Karrin wanted to call. It wasn't that she didn't like Butters, she considered him a dear friend, it was just that talking to him always brought up the same memories. She had tried to come to grips with magic since Harry had finally come clean with her about it and, up until a small accident involving Butters, had done a pretty good job. But one night, while at Harry's place, a small spell had been unleashed involving her, Butters, Molly, and two werewolves. A very embarrassing, very intimate spell that had left her unable to sit comfortably for two days afterwards and always caused her to blush. (*) She rang Butters' apartment.

After two rings the young medical examiner answered cheerfully, "Waldo Butters."

"Hey, Butters, it's Murphy," she said trying to keep a even tone in her voice but she was sure that he could somehow hear her blushing.

"Hey, Murphy, how's it going?" he asked. She tried to listen hard to hear if there was any kind of tone to his voice that said, "I know what you look like naked and in the throes of orgasm," but Butters was one of the most gile-less people she knew and all she heard was the sound of a friend.

"Just doing a bit of a check-in," Karrin said. Butters was dating the werewolf Andi, one of the wolves that she had... well, that had been there the night that Molly's spell had went haywire, and the former police officer wanted to know which of the wolves was on patrol that night. Her heart sank a little when Butters had told her that the other werewolf on patrol was Georgia. It wasn't that Georgia was a incapable wolf, it was that she had been the fourth person under the influence of Molly’s errant spell.

"Want me to have them call you with a Sit-Rep?" Butters asked helpfully.

"No, no. That's alright," Karrin told him, "But if you hear from them tell them to keep their ears to the ground, I just got a tip there might be magic afoot tonight. Well, more than usual."

"Will do," Butters said cheerfully before Karrin told him to have a good night and hung up.

It hadn't been the most embarrassing talk she'd had with Butters since "The Night That No One Dare Speak Of Under Threat Of Pain" but she could still feel a burning blush creeping across her face. She wasn't expecting her next call to be nearly as difficult as the call with Butters but Harry's brother had his own peculiarities.

(*) See my other Dresden Files story: What The Cat Saw.

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Thomas Raith, Harry Dresden's half-brother, was a vampire of the White Court meaning that he lived off of, not blood, but sex. As she began dialing Thomas' number, Karrin promised herself to start making more mundane and less sexually adventurous friends.

Thomas picked up on the third ring and Murphy couldn't help but hear the slut of his words. He was taking the death of Harry hard and it was nearly impossible for him to talk about it without revealing that Harry Dresden, scourge of the supernatural underworld, was his half-brother. All the vampire had were Harry’s own friends he wasn't even sure were in on the secret, and his human girlfriend. Karrin wasn't even sure of the girl’s name but she knew that the human was working undercover with Thomas's sister, Lara Raith the secret leader of the White Court vampires. Lara led through their father after having beat him in a battle of wills. What a sex-vampire had to do to dominate her father Karrin didn't want to think about.

“Thomas, it's Karrin. Karrin Murphy, Harry’s friend,” she said as plainly as possible. She had of course met Thomas, fought and bled beside him but she wasn't quite sure how sober he was right now.

“Karrin. Yeah. Hi,” Thomas slurred, “How goes the day, soldier?”

Karrin heard him snicker which pretty much answered her question about his sobriety. “I was wanting a bit of information of it wasn't a problem,” she asked.

“Don't know if I’m the person to ask,” Thomas said, “I haven't gotten out much lately.”

Murphy's heart went out to Thomas and was now wishing she had never called. There just wasn't anything she could think of to say to make the obviously suffering vampire feel better. She slid her hand through her short hair and thought that she wasn't handling Harry’s death much better. “I was just wondering if you'd heard anything about a new player in town. I got a tip there might be a new but of magic in town,” she said. When Thomas didn't answer and tried to listen harder thinking maybe he was asleep or dropped his phone. “Thomas?”

“Huh?” Thomas snorted, “Yeah, yeah, no. Haven't heard anything. Course, I haven't see or talked to Lara lately so there's that.”

“Nothing sneaky in the vampire courts?”

“Nothing that I’ve heard,” Thomas admitted, “But like I said, Lara’s been busy opening a new club and Justine’s been helping.”

It took Karrin a moment to pin Justine’s name. She was Thomas's girlfriend working as Lara’s assistant. She was a petite blonde with a sec drive on overdrive and not to mention some mental problems. Thomas and she were really the perfect couple for each other. He fed off of her abundant libido and his feeding actually kept her psychology stable. “Well thanks anyway,” she said before adding, “If you hear anything will you give me a call?” She doubted he’d even remember the phone call in twenty minutes but she could hope.

“No problem,” Thomas slurred even worse than before.

“And, Thomas, “ Murphy decided to add, “If you need to talk, I’m here.”

“No problem,” he repeated before hanging up. Jarring looked at her phone a moment before hanging up. Calling Thomas had been a mistake. Not just because he sounded bombed out of his mind. It had stirred up the emotions she was going through dealing with Harry’s death and what he’d think of the way she wasn't really caring for the people he had left behind.

-----

The next person Karrin was going to call was literally the last person on the face of the Earth that she’d ever want to talk to but he was literally the last person on the face of the Earth that she could call.

“Gentleman” John Marcone was every stereotype when someone thought of a Chicago mob boss. He was also everything anyone had been taught about Robber Barons and it was all wrapped up in a powerful CEO with Senate connections. And because living every stereotype for a white, affluent business man wasn't enough he was also the only human to be a part of the Unseely Accords. She wasn't quite sure what the Accords actually were, only that they laid down some ground rules for the supernatural community that used Chicago as a way station on their travels back and forth across the continent.

And because Marcone was such a good business man his current office was seated above his exclusive private gym/brothel because the key to business was to diversify.

Karrin had never actually talked to Marcone over the phone unless he was the one that called first. It was a petty little power play but she tolerated it due to the mob boss’s help in fighting the more monstrous elements in the city. It was hard to run a business if your clientele was always being eaten. She dialed the number and waited for three rings before Gentleman John’s personal assistant picked up. At least he had given Murphy the direct number to his office. She didn't even wait for the perky, no doubt buxom, young assistant to say anything. “It’s me. John needs to call me about a out of town visitor,” she said sternly. She could hear the assistant gasp at the terse message over the line before deciding that her foul mood wasn't the girl’s fault. “Have a nice day,” she added before hanging up. And people told her that she couldn't be diplomatic.

To be continue…


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Owning The Boss's Daughter Chap. 03

“Owning The Boss’s Daughter” is a complete work of fiction. All characters and ideas were made my me, the author.

Owning the Boss's Daughter
By Muhabba

Codes: M/F, Teen, Reluc

Chapter 3.

David loved his wife. She was more than just "Hot", she was beautiful, graceful, charming, and had the sex drive that young, teen boys dreamt about. So when he woke up with a hard-on after dreaming about Kassy Staff he actually felt guilty like he had cheated on his wife some how. She was still sleeping as he quietly slipped out of bed and padded his way to their bathroom and as he jacked his aching erection he fantasied about his boss's daughter. Finishing he once again felt guilty about it but he consoled himself that he was sure that Kim must fantasize about men other than him when she masturbated.

Swallowing his shame, David began his morning routine. He stepped into his shower and washed himself and made himself wish that his wife would join him despite actually wanting to live in a reality where Kassy Staff joined him. Even after jacking off his prick started swelling at the though of his boss’s daughter's dripping wet body pressed up against his own. Shaking the thought out of his head he finished up and then dried off. He padded back into his bedroom and peeked over at his still slumbering wife before smiling to himself. “Must have worn her out,” he chuckled to himself as he silently opened his closet.

Dressed in one of the three business suites he owned he went downstairs to fix himself breakfast. When his wife had originally came up with her financial plan for them she had insisted on buying him more expensive suits for work. He had nearly choked when he saw the price tag on the first suit. And then he had actually swooned while paying for it. And had actually felt nauseous when she had taken him to get it fitted. And that was just the first suit. Kim had then had him open up a bank account just to save money for more suits and an upgrade for a more stylish car. He was up to three suits now but hadn’t yet saved up enough for a car but Kim kept juggling his income and they hoped to buy one by the end of the year. Well, Kim hoped. He was fine with just the SUV.

Kim was still asleep by the time David left the house and forty minutes later he was at work. His cubical shared it's wall with Tim and he had barely sat down when his friend's head popped over the top.

“Psst, guess what?” Tim asked.

“You are not telling me you scored with Dick’s daughter,” he said with a chuckle, never looking up at Tim. He booted up his computer and typed in his password.

“I scored with Dick’s daughter,” Tim answered back.

“Bullshit,” David said as he brought up his desktop and clicked on his personal file folder.

“Have I ever lied to you?” Tim asked with a fake pout.

“Repeatedly and with relish,” David said as he highlighted the more than fifty files contained in the folder.

Tim held his phone over the top of the cubical towards David. “Took a pic. Take a look,” he dared.

David sent the highlighted files to the recycling bin before looking up. The files that he had worked so hard on, the business proposal that was supposed to have guaranteed his promotion, the business deal that Dick had stolen out from under him, was now gone. Just like his chance for the promotion. He took Tim’s phone and looked at the screen. “This better not be another pic of your ball-sack,” he warned.

David’s eyes went wide at the pic. It was her. Kassy Staff. Naked and laying in her bed. The picture was dark which meant that Tim had turned the flash off so she probably didn't even know that he had taken it which, for some reason, turned him on all the more. “How the fuck…” he moaned.

Tim snatched his phone back. “I told you, man. She's a total slut,” he said gleefully, “I basically just asked her if she wanted to take me up to her room and she did! And that bitch can fuck, let me tell you.”

David basically had no choice but to listen to his friend tell him about his night with the boss’s daughter. It was a unbelievable story but Tim had the pic so intellectually he had no choice but to believe it but for some reason he started to get angry with his friend. Where did he get off on talking about Kassy that way? It was disgusting. But then he began to slowly realize where his anger was coming from. He wasn't angry with Tim, he was jealous.

He knew that he would never cheat on his wife even if he had the chance but… Did Tim have to be so crude about it? David felt like he was in school again with a schoolboy crush on somebody else's girlfriend. Shame and embarrassment went through him and he just hoped Tim didn't notice. He also hoped he wouldn't have to hear about it for the rest of the day, it was too painful. And a small, dirty, shameful part of him wished that Tim would want to send him the pic without him having to ask. The teenage girl was a goddess and he could feel a sweat break out across his top lip just staring at the dark, blurry, illicit picture. And for some reason the shame he was feeling at staring at a stolen picture of a young girl was just turned him on more.

-----

It was between Chem. Class and Algebra that Kassy finally found Veronica. The slim, dark haired girl was talking to Justin by his locker and obviously flirting with him. Kassy couldn't stand Justin. No matter what she wore he always stared at her tits and she couldn't count the number of times he’d hit on her behind Veronica’s back. She’s tried to tell her best friend that she thought the only reason he was going out with the dark haired girl was to get closer to her but she didn't listen and hadn’t talked to her for a week afterwards. She was Kassy’s only friend so when Veronica finally started talking to her she’d promised not to bring it up again.

“Hey, guys, what's up?” Kassy chirped merrily. Veronica and Justin looked her up and down before giggling and whispering to each other. Kassy immediately lost her smile and looked down at her outfit but couldn't find anything wrong with it. She was wearing a black sweater over a white blouse with a pleated skirt and knee high socks with her favorite pair of Mary Jane shoes. “What's the matter?” she asked, worried about something she couldn't see being wrong with her clothes but they both just laughed again.

“Nothing, nothing,” Veronica said through her giggle before finally stopping.

“What's so funny?” the blonde girl asked which caused Justin to snort laughter and Veronica to start giggling again.

“Nothing,” Justin said as his eyes settled on Kassy’s amazing chest.

Kassy tried not to pull back in revulsion as Justin stared at her breasts and licked his lips. “How was your weekend?” she asked, hoping to get in on what they were having such a good time talking about before she had showed up.

“Not much, really,” Veronica said in a snide voice, “We can't all have fancy dinner parties to go to.”

Kassy shrugged her shoulders non-committedly. “It wasn't a big deal,” she said, “Just people that work for my dad.” She thought about telling Veronica about what had happened after the party but didn't want to in front of Justin. Maybe later she’d tell her friend and then Veronica could maybe help her figure out what kind of weird vibe she was constantly sending out to creeps.

“Miss Staff, if I could see you back in here please,” a voice called out drawing Kassy’s attention behind her. Her chemistry teacher, Mr. Vernon was standing in the doorway with a stack of papers in his hand. And he didn't look happy.

Veronica and Justin broke out into fits of laughter again which made Kassy blush in embarrassment again.

“Uh oh, you have to stay after class,” Justin mocked.

“Better hurry or you’ll be late to Algebra,” Veronica giggled before slipping her arm around Justin's waist and sauntering away.

“I’ll see you later, guys,” Kassy told her only two friends who didn't answer back before following her teacher back into the classroom.

“Close the door behind you,” Mr. Vernon said as he walked to his desk.

“Yes, sir,” Kassy obediently said as her teacher sat down.

“Kassy, I want to talk to you about this test,” Mr. Vernon said as he watched the teenage girl approach him. The sexy schoolgirl thing was kind of overdone but Kassy Staff was pulling it off. He watched her long legs scissoring as she walked, her skirt flowing from side to side and her large tits jiggling with every step. It was obvious she knew exactly what she was doing. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was so sexy about her outfit: The skirt was a modest length just above her knees and her sweater wasn't particularly tight but he knew that she had worn it for just one reason.

“Can I help you, Mr. Vernon?” Kassy asked. She had studied particularly hard for this test since chemistry wasn't really one of her strengths. She preferred the writing class but she needed some kind of science class to graduate and since her father owned a pharmaceutical company she thought it would be a good choice. It wasn't and she had been struggling with it ever since. Without a second chair to sit in, the nervous high school student had to stand and didn't notice the way her teacher’s eyes crawled up and down her body.

Mr. Vernon threw a sheet of paper onto his desk before setting the rest of the stack down. “This test is a joke,” he said sternly.

Kassy’s eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open in in shock. “But I studied,” she said meekly.

Mr. Vernon smirked at the smart-ass young girl. “I don't know what you studied but it wasn't chemistry,” he told her, “I know who your father is and that one of the companies he owns is a pharmaceutical company but if you think that will allow you to skate by…”

“I don't…” she started defensively.

“…you’ve got another thing coming,” he continued, “But you no doubt knew that.” Mr. Vernon shook Kassy’s test in front of her face. “I graded your test first, just in case,” he went on.

“In case of what?” Kassy asked meekly.

“Don’t play the coy school girl with me,” the teacher snorted, “There's only one reason to dress like that in my classroom…”

Kassy once again looked down at her outfit. “What's wrong with…”

“…and then turn this in,” The chemistry snorted, “Half of these answers were nonsensical.”

“I tried my best,” she said, barely above a whisper, her bottom lip starting to tremble.

Mr. Vernon once again looked the young girl up and down. “At first I was just going to flunk you,” he sneered, “But I have to tell you those clothes did the trick.”

“They’re just clothes,” she whined quietly.

“But don't think I’ll be making this a regular thing, young lady,” he said, his voice softening, “But I think a quick blow-job for a passing grade won’t hurt anything. But only this one time, got it?”

Kassy looked at her teacher as his stood up, her beautiful face clouded in confusion. “I… I don't…” she stuttered. She wasn't sure how but it felt like there was a conversation that she had missed. As Mr. Vernon slowly pushed her down to her knees in front of him she was too confused to resist. Once again she couldn't figure out what was going on and wondered how she had ended up here.

The middle aged Chem. Teacher unzipped himself and pulled his semi-hard cock out with one hand while wagging his finger at the sexy young girl with the other. “Don’t think this is going to happen again, Miss Staff. I fully expect you to be prepared for the next test,” he chided

“I… I… Yes, sir?” Kassy said, stumbling over her words. She wasn't sure what had happened but once again she found herself on her knees with a strange dick in front of her face. It was by far not the first time this had happened, middle school had been hell on her knees, but she couldn't wrap her brain around how it kept happening. Her mind was a whirlwind and while her teacher’s prick came to life in front of her she realized that this was the only way to pass the test. It wasn't fair. She had studied so hard. But if she flunked she’d be held back another year. Again.

Sitting up straighter, with no other choice she could think of, Kassy reached up and grasped the base of her teacher’s hardening cock with one hand and his dangling balls with the other. The teacher’s prick immediately sprung to life in her soft, delicate hand as she began tugging on it. She rolled his heavy sack with her other hand as she bent forward and licked one dangling orb and then the other. Holding his dick up out of her face she continued using her hand to massage his balls as she licked his sack until both it and her palm were gleaming. Continuing to jack him off she then licked up the under side of his shaft until she reached the top and swirled her tongue around it.

“Sure glad I took you up on the blow-job, Miss Staff,” Mr. Vernon groaned, “You are just all sorts of talented. With skills like yours, who needs chemistry?”

As she licked down the side of her teacher's shaft, Kassy wasn't quite sure if he had given her an actual compliment or not but she was kind of glad he didn't try to pat her head like a puppy or something. She licked back up the other side of his smooth shaft until she reached the tip and once again swirled her moist, pink tongue around it. She kept her touch light, just moving her tongue around without to much force, dreading what was probably going to happen once she took him into her mouth but it was getting late for her next class and she didn't want to find out what she would have to do for a hall pass.

Kassy sucked her teacher’s soft, sensitive head passed her pink lips and kept her tongue braced against is as his shaft slowly slid farther into her mouth. And that was when Mr. Vernon gripped the sides of her head and thrust himself forward, just as she had expected.

Her tongue kept the horny old teacher’s cock from slipping down her throat and choking her but it was a struggle. He thrust himself back and forth, fucking her beautiful face and groaning above her. He didn't have the longest prick that she had ever had in her mouth so he was able to push in far enough that his pubic hair was tickling her nose. Kassy fought with herself to keep from sneezing as she sucked on his shaft as hard as she could. She didn't bother to participate much, it was obvious he just wanted to cum and go which she was okay with since she had to hurry and get across the campus for Algebra.

Wiggling her warm, moist tongue, Kassy tried to bob her head back and forth but her chemistry teacher had too hard of a grip on her head as he fucked her mouth. She could feel a small stream of drool escaping from the corner of her mouth and tried to wipe it away before it dripped down and stained her sweater. She braced her hands against Mr. Vernon’s hips to try and hold him back from relentlessly fucking her face but he was too strong and picking up steam. His balls swung wildly and slapped against her face and he rammed his dick in and out of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she continued sucking on his shaft as hard as she could.

Thinking to herself, Kassy tried to remember if she had put her completed homework in her folder or not. She hoped so. She wouldn't have time to stop at her locker to pick it up and she’d hate to see what her algebra teacher would want her to do if she missed it.

“God you’re good at this,” Mr. Vernon groaned as he fucked the schoolgirl’s innocent face. She may look innocent but the feel of his cock in her mouth proved she was just a hot blooded slut trying to get by. And why shouldn't he take advantage of it? It wasn't like he was abusing his position as a teacher or anything. It had all been her idea and technically she was an adult so what was the harm? Besides, her little schoolgirl thing was hot as hell, all the teachers thought so. Hell, even some of the female teachers had admitted that the Staff girl was their bi-curious pick if they ever got the chance.

Mr. Vernon could feel his balls bubbling over and knew what was coming next. He didn't know if the hot little piece of ass usually swallowed but she would today. And who knew, if she didn't miss any he’d bump her grade up to a C+.

Kassy could feel Mr. Vernon’s cock throbbing in her mouth and knew what was coming next. She angled her head up and opened her throat just as he exploded. His thick, warm cum quickly filled her mouth and with unfortunate years of experience she managed to suck down every drop. He cursed out above her, holding her tightly to him as he emptied his balls into her mouth.

“Negggurah…” Mr. Vernon grunted in delight as he pumped the last of his load into Kassy’ face. He released his hold and she pulled back from him and he saw that she had indeed not missed a single drop. “Good fuck girl,” he groaned as he leaned against his desk for support, his spent dick dangling from his pants, “That deserves a capital C+!”

Kassy wiped her drool from her chin with the back of her hand. “Thank you?”

-----

As David milked the last of him cum from his dick into the toilet bowl, waves of shame washed through him. He couldn't get the sight of Kassy Staff naked out of his mind and he had just jacked off into the toilet at work. “I’m pathetic,” he grumbled to himself.

He flushed the toilet, sat down and held his head in his hands. Jerking off at work to a out of focus picture of the boss’s daughter that fucked his best friend and made him feel jealous of him… Was anyone on the face of the Earth more pathetic?

Until meeting Kim he had always felt insecure. He wasn't athletic, wasn't the smartest, wasn't the most charming, wasn't the most handsome. By any metric he wasn't in Kim’s league but she had made him feel special none the less. So why was he shame-masturbating in the bathroom at work? Dick Staff was why.

When Dick had yanked the project that he had worked so hard on it was just like being a kid again. It had made him feel worthless. It had hit him personally but there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing Kim could say or do to give him back what was taken from him. He felt like less of a man. Less of a man because of what Dick had done and less of a man because Tim had scored with the young girl that he had a crush on.

David sat on the toilet and thought about everything he had, everything he could have gotten before the deal had been stolen, and everything that Dick had. He might not have Dick Staff’s resource or money but he did have determination. And if there was no way for him to take back the deal he had worked so hard on there was maybe a way to take something else from Dick. Maybe something the old man cared more about Then his money.

Heading back to his cubicle with his head held high, David thought about all the ways he could meet young Kassy Staff. He looked around almost defensively, waiting for someone to some how know what he was planning and confront him. Sure, the boss’s daughter was just a kid but according to Tim she knew the score and had no problems playing the game. But this was going to be his game and his rules. He’s show Dick who was boss and use Kassy to do it.

To be continued…



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Owning The Boss's Daughter Chap. 02

“Owning The Boss’s Daughter” is a complete work of fiction. All characters and ideas were made my me, the author.

Owning the Boss's Daughter
By Muhabba

Codes: M/F, Teen, Reluc

Chapter 2.

It took David far less time to drive back home then it had taken him to drive to Dick's
house. The instant he and Kim had gotten in the SUV he had politely, but angrily, pulled
out of Dick's drive-way, looked both ways before getting on the road and turned his radio up
as loud as he could without breaking any noise ordinances. Kim smirked to herself as she
watched her husband be angry but not enough to maybe disrupt somebody else driving on
the road. He was like that, anyone else in a snit wouldn't care about being a bother to
those around him but her husband was the most considerate person in the world. Also
one of the most repressed which was why her panties were getting wet as David angrily
followed all traffic laws on the way home.

It had taken Kim years to get her husband to start coming out of his shell but it had
been worth it. Granted, he only came out of his shell at home but still it had been worth it
in the bedroom. With the lighter traffic it took minutes less to get home but the instant
they hit their drive-way she had her seatbelt off and was already halfway out of the
passenger door. She didn't quite jog to the front door but she was definitely in a hurry as
she unlocked the door and rushed in. She heard her husband close and lock the door
behind him as she rushed up the stairs with a wild smile on her face. When she darted into
their bedroom she heard David coming up the stairs. She ran her fingers through her hair
to shake out the hairspray holding her wild curls and turned around just as David appeared
in the doorway and she smiled wider.

David took a mental image of his wife as he stood watching her, the green gown fitting
snuggly on the curves of her fantastic body, her hair flaring out and the smile of a kid in a
candy store. He undid his tie and pulled it off of his collar letting it fall to the floor. He
took a step closer and let his jacket slide off of his arms and saw his wife lick her lips. He
took another step as he unbuttoned his shirt and his wife's eyes grew wider. He took
another step as he undid his belt and Kim rubbed her palms against her wide hips. He next
step brought him to his wife and he possessively trapped her hips and yanked he forward,
groin to groin and she grunted as she chewed her bottom lip.

Kim wrapped her arms around David's waist, holding him to her. She could feel him
already hard inside his pants and took a moment just to enjoy the feel of him pressed
against her. She slowly molded her body to him, pressing herself tightly against his whole
body and she leaned her head in closer to his. He tried to kiss her but she playfully moved
her lips away from him and giggled. He growled and it sent a shiver down her spine before
he tried to kiss her again. Once more she moved to the last moment, giggling again.
Once again David tried to kiss her but brought a hand up from her waist to the back of her
head, holding her in place as he finally managed to press his lips to hers.

Kissing her fiercely, David practically shoved his tongue into Kim's mouth drawing a
moan from her. His hand slid from her hip to her taunt ass, squeezing it firmly as he held
her beautiful face to his. She began grinding against his erection through his pants and he
forcefully jerked her to him, rubbing back against her and drawing another moan. He slid
his hand from the back of her head down her graceful back to her arched spine, his
fingertips dancing down her skin. When he reached the zipper of her gown he opened only
a few inches, leaving it there as he slipped his hand inside. She began shrugging her
shoulders to get the arm of her dress down but he didn't help, he made her work for it,
struggle to get naked for him.

Grunting in frustration as she struggled to get out of her dress, Kim tried to wiggle out
of her husband's strong embrace. He held her tightly to him as one of his hands cupped
one cheek of her ass through her gown, parting her taunt cheeks as his other hand trailed
down inside of her gown, his fingers sliding down the cleft of her buttocks. She gasped in
pleasure and frustration as his fingertips gently probed the entrance to her ass and she
continued to struggle to be naked. She could feel his prick throbbing against her mound
through his pants and tried to slide her hands between them, to free his hard cock but he
once again jerked her towards him denying her access to him. He broke the kiss and licked
down her jaw, kissing further down and nibbling on her neck and causing her needy pussy to
churn in desire.

David practically growled as he slid his finger lower past his wife's tightly puckered ass
to the back of her dripping wet pussy. He slid his finger around in a circle, teasing the
entrance to her wet cunt causing her to gasp out and mewl in need before sliding his hand
out of her gown and releasing her round ass. He took half a step back as he released her
and watched with a glint of pride as she struggled to pull her gown down and finally be
naked for him. She had to wiggle her hips to push the gown over them but let them slid
down her legs so that when she stood back up she was finally naked except for her stockings.
His eyes trailed up from her feet to her long legs and firm thighs, the stockings had cute
purple bows on them and her pussy was wet and bald with a tuft of dark red pubic hair
above her glistening slit. Her stomach was flat and fluttered as he continued to inspect her,
her chest heaving as her large breasts rose up and down with nearly a perfect teardrop
shape. Her lips were parted slightly as she panted and her wide eyes were locked
expectantly on him.

"Please," Kim whispered breathlessly as David finally locked his eyes with her own.
She didn't really know the reason behind this but she always felt the need to present herself
to her husband, to know what he thought of her as she was. She needed to know he
desired her. In all of her past relationships she had been the dominant one with sex but
with David she felt disarmed, amazed that a man as sweet and loving at him desired her.
Not just her body, but all of her. She had spent so much time training him to be the
dominant lover that she had used to be and now that he was she nearly hungered for his
approval of her.

"You are easily the most beautiful, sexy woman I have ever seen," David said simply.
For him it was a fact: Water was wet, the sky was blue, grass was green, and Kim was the
most beautiful woman on the planet. A blush bloomed across her face and the top of her
chest as she looked down at her feet sheepishly. He crooked a finger under her chin and
brought her face up so he could look into her eyes. "I love you." Another fact.

"I love you too," Kim whispered back before once again pressing herself to David,
molding herself to him. He kissed her deeply again, taking her breath away as she began to
wrap her arms around his neck before he stopped her. With her wrists in his hands he
began kissing down to her jaw, down her neck to the hollow of her throat, never releasing
her. He kissed down her chest to between her heaving breasts, kissing one breast just
below the areola and then kissing the other. She moaned in pleasure as he kissed each
nipple lightly before taking one into his mouth, sucking the hard nub before massaging it
with his tongue. "Yesss..." she hissed as he switched to her other breast and then kissed
back to the middle of her chest. He got down on his knees in front of her and released her
hands and looked up at her with a twinkle in his eyes.

Smiling wickedly up at his wife, David kissed the top of her abdomen before kissing
farther down to her stomach. He licked around her bellybutton and she ran her fingers
through his hair, gripping him tightly as he slipped his tongue inside causing her breath to
catch in her throat. He slipped his tongue out and licked around it again before trailing
further down her pale beautiful body.

"I... I thought... I thought we were... we're going to... to play rough, not... not tease
the... the wife," Kim panted as her eye lids fluttered.

David gave a quick kiss to the heated skin just above Kim's pubic hair before looking
over at the bedside clock. "It's eleven forty-five. I've got fifteen minutes before you've
got to get your ankles around my neck," he said before running his tongue down through his
wife's pubic hair and the top of her moist slit.

"You bastard," Kim said through a groan of lust as David's tongue slid down one of her
swollen labia and up the other. His tongue circled around her needy pussy, never quite
reaching her slit or her sizzling clit. She panted and moaned as he licked and kiss the areas
around her dripping pussy mound and she tugged on his hair trying to move him to the
burning juncture between her thighs but he refused to yield. His tongue slipped between
her pussy-lips and she gasped out in surprise, her legs trembling as he licked up to her clit.
He raised one of her legs up and draped it over his shoulder before cupping her ass to hold
her up and she put all of her weight there as she held his head between her thighs.

Using his wife's silky smooth ass as hand grips, David held her to his face as he licked
up from her taint to in between her wet pussy-lips. He circled his tongue around her tasty
hole before sliding up to the top of her pussy and taking her hard clit between his lips. He
sucked on the little pearl as he licked it with his tongue making Kim shudder above him. He
licked back to the entrance to her pussy going slow, delicately, making sure to take his time.
He circled the entrance to her hot hole, teasing her with his light touch and making her gasp,
the sounds his wife were making because of him filling him with a sense of pride despite
everything else he had felt tonight. No matter how bad he had been treated at work, no
matter how his boss treated him, no matter how much pity was in his co-workers' eyes, here
he was in control.

Gripping Kim's heart shaped ass firmly, David rolled his tongue into a tube and
suddenly shoved it as far as he could into Kim's sodden pussy. She squealed out above him
as he began thrusting his tongue in and out of her, fucking her with his rolled tongue. Her
cries of bliss echoed throughout the dark bedroom as she gripped his head, holding on
tightly as she came. He never stopped shoving and pulling his tongue in and out of Kim's
boiling pussy as she rode his face and shuddered with the force of her sudden orgasm.
Fuck Richard Staff. Fuck his job. Fuck those condescending assholes at work. He had
everything he need here in his hands and on the tip of his tongue.

"J-J-J-Jesus," Kim stuttered as David slowly lowered her into the bed as her legs gave
out. He stood up between her obscenely spread legs and began stripping as she struggled
to regain control of her breathing. "Fuck, that... that was so goooood," she groaned with
a dopey smile on her face. She looked down the length of her naked body sprinkled with
sweat as David tugged down his pants and stood up completely naked, his proud cock hard
and up thrust. "Gimme a minute," she said as she took a deep breath and tried to get her
legs to stop trembling.

"Can't. It's almost midnight," Dave said as he crawled up his wife's naked body.

"Oh, you bastard," Kim said with a grin as her husband crawled over her. He ran his
hands from her knees to her thighs, squeezing her toned flesh, his thumbs teasing her lust
swollen pussy briefly before continuing up her body. Her stomach fluttered again as he ran
his palms up her abdomen to her heaving chest and squeezed her large tits. Once again his
thumbs teased her, lightly running around her hard, pale pink nipples, making her breath
catch in her graceful throat, her expectant eyes locked with his.

Bending down briefly, Dave gave is wife's nipples a quick kiss each before sitting up
straighter with his hands sliding down her sides to her long legs. He could hear her
breathing coming in ragged gasps as he cupped the back of her knees and lifted her legs up,
spreading her thighs, her dewy labia opening slightly. A pearl drop of her juices trailed
down to the crack of her compacted ass-cheeks as he positioned himself, the tip of his
throbbing cock teasing the entrance of her tight pussy. He knew every inch of his wife's
body, every nook, crack, and cranny and could find any part of her in the pitch black. She
groaned below him as he pushed himself forward, his soft cock-head slipping inside of Kim's
cunt as she gripped the sheets in her fists.

Kim mewled in need as David slowly penetrated her, teasing her with his cock, the
cock she wanted thrusting inside of her. She kept her hands to her side, letting him tease
her, letting him fill her slowly, trusting him to see to her needs. Her needy pussy parted
around him, gripping him possessively, pulling him inside of her as she rolled her hips up for
him to give him easier access to her body. Her breasts swayed lightly on her chest as she
panted for breath, groaning in desperation and pleasure, pleasure at his cock stretching her
pussy and desperation to have more of him in her. The more of his cock he slipped into her
the wider he held her legs out, drawing them up until they were nearly running up parallel
with his body.

Keeping the last inch of his cock out, Dave bent down slightly and peered at his
beautiful wife. A light sheen of sweat coated her body, her red hair plastered to her
beautiful face, her large tits pulled slightly to the sides due to gravity, and her thighs spread
obscenely wide with his her pussy stretched tightly around his cock. She was a vision that
he never got tired of appreciating her. He placed her ankles on his shoulder and she
immediately locked them behind his neck and she jerked him forward as he buried the last
inch of his cock inside of her.

David didn't wait, he immediately pulled his prick out a bit and thrust it roughly back
in, Kim's tits jiggling on her chest as he began fucking her hard and deep. He could feel his
balls slapping wetly against her ass as he pummeled into her, bracing himself against the
headboard. His wife groaned out with every hard thrust, raising her hands up and gripping
his hips, holding herself still as he rocked back and forth inside of her wet, dripping cunt.
The wet smacks their bodies made echoed almost as loudly as his wife's moans of pleasure
through her gritted teeth, her brow furrowed as she concentrated on the pleasure he was
giving her.

Kim groaned out as her husband fucked her, her ankles were as she had promised, up
around his ears by midnight, giving him full access to her body. She simply laid back and let
Dave have her, giving herself to him fully and trusting him to see to her every need as he
barreled into her over and over again. She ran her hands up and down his sides as he
pumped his cock into her, releasing all the frustrations he had built up tonight with every
sharp jab of his prick. Her naked, writhing body felt like it was alive with electricity
generated between her quivering thighs. She moaned and groaned with pleasure, her back
arched, her hips up-thrust, her arms gripping Dave's sides, her teeth clenched, her lips
parted as she huffed for breath, her orgasm rising up inside of her.

As Kim pants and grunts became one single, drawn out moan, David buried himself
inside of her spasming cunt, triggering her orgasm. Her tight pussy gripped his cock like a
vice, rippling around his shaft as he stared down at her body writhing in bliss. He groaned
as he came, his voice joining her own, his orgasm joining her. He filled her boiling pussy
with his thick cum, his jaw straining as he held himself still, his thighs twitching as he held
himself up along with his wife's legs and lower body. He slowly let her down, lowering
himself down on top of her, his chest pressed against Kim's large tits, her nipples scrapping
against his skin. "I love you," he panted in spent lust.

"I love you too," Kim groaned, her body relaxing into the mattress as she lovingly
wrapped her arms and legs around her husband and kissed him deeply.

-----

As David's wife slept contentedly in his arms, her head on his chest, Richard Staff tried
to plow as hard into his wife as his arthritic hips would let him. Christina's body barely
moved as he moved on top of her, her eyes still glazed in her drunken stupor as he grunted
and smiled. "Oh baby, you feel so good," he panted and wheezed, "That feel good, baby?
Does Big Daddy's cock feel good to you?"

Christina barely heard her husband. Behind her blurry eyes she was in the office of
her personal lawyer, the paperwork finalizing her divorce laid out in front of her. "Yeah.
That'd be wonderful," she mumbled. In her mind she was signing the last of the papers,
her personal banker seated beside her punching in the last of the settlement numbers.
"Take is slower, don't miss a bit," she slurred happily.

"Don't worry, baby," Dick groaned, "I'll take care of all of it." Sweat poured off of his
wrinkled body as he panted and groaned with exertion.

"Take care of everything," Christina moaned while her butler handled the last of
Richard's furniture leaving her house.

-----

Down the hall from Richard nearly having a heart attack, Tim reclined on Kassy Staff’s
bed as they sat together, hip to hip. "You are such a sweet girl," Tim said as sincerely as
possible but Kassy knew that he wasn't being sincere at all.

"Thank you," Kassy said sheepishly. She knew this guy, Tom she thought her his
name was, worked for her father. She had met him downstairs during the party and he
seemed like a nice guy but when she had found him inside of her bedroom he had startled
her.

"No, really," Tim said as he laid his hand on top of her own delicate hand, "I've never
met a girl like you before."

Kassy tired to hide a blush even though she knew it was a easy compliment. She'd
heard it every since she was a little girl but it was still nice to hear from time to time and
Tom was kind of cute. Old but kind of cute. "You shouldn't be in my room 'tho," she
chided him.

"But where else did you want to meet me?" Tim asked while trying to sound
perplexed.

"You... you thought I wanted you to meet me?"

"Well, yes. Why else would you act that way towards me if you didn’t?"

Kassy tried to think of what she could have said or done to make Tom think that she
wanted him to meet her in here. "It was just a party, I was just being polite," she said
defensively. "You're supposed to be polite to people when you first meet them so that,
y'know, they will like you and be polite back and stuff," she said as the older man slid his
hand lightly up and down her forearm.

"And it worked," Tim said proudly, "I do like you. And you like me, right?"

Kassy had to think of what kind of signals Tom may have picked up on. "I... suppose...
I guess..." she stuttered.

"That makes me so happy," Tim said before leaning forward and kissing Kassy on the
corner of her mouth. She jerked away from him and he simple kept smiling at the sexy
young girl.

"What... what are you... what are you doing?" Kassy asked in shocked.

"You said you liked me," Tim said as he slid his hand across the confused girl's lap and
grasped her slender waist. He leaned forward again, pressing against her firm teenage
body and tried to kiss her again. His tongue slid wetly across her lips as she tried to push
him off of her but he was far to strong for her.

"St... stop," Kassy pleaded as she beat weakly against Tom's chest.

"Don't you want me to like you?" Tim asked as he nuzzled Kassy's graceful neck, "You
said that you liked me and wanted me to like you."

"I... I guess," she murmured weakly.

"Well then, kiss me, baby," Tim sneered. The nervous young girl didn't so much kiss
him as open her mouth and let him stick his tongue inside. He thoroughly explored her
gaping mouth as he slid his hand higher up her side. If there was one thing he loved more
than a hot teenager it was a hot teenager that just surrendered herself to him. It just made
fucking them so much more enjoyable. God bless alcohol.

Kassy groaned out weakly as Tom laid down on top of her, his weight pushing her
down on the mattress. She'd been here before with some guy telling her that she had led
them on but not telling her what she had done to do it. It seemed that every time her
father held a party or a business meeting at his house one of his employees would sneak up
behind her and tell her that she had made them fall for her some way. It had been
happening since she was a little girl.

Tim slid his hand from the sexy teenager's side to one of her large, full, heavy breasts.
His eyes shot open in surprise at the feel of her. Her breast was just about the firmest tit
he had ever had in his hand and he was pretty sure that she wasn't even wearing a bra. He
ran his thumb over where her nipple was, teasing it to full hardness before kissing down her
neck to the hollow between her collar bones and then licked down to her smooth, warm,
creamy cleavage. He kissed over on top of her dress to the middle of her large breast and
licked the material over her nipple. He sucked at her nipple through her top, sucking hard
and forcing a groan from between her pink lips.

Trying to sound appreciative, Kassy moaned again as Tom roughly played with her
breasts. Just like most guys he had went straight for her chest and began pawing at it, she
just hoped he didn't rip her dress, it was one of her favorites. Wanting to keep her dress
safe she reached behind her and unzipped it, quickly shrugging it off of her shoulders.

Tim had to keep himself from shouting out with joy as the girl pulled her top down to
reveal her firm, proud breasts. His eyes were glued to her phenomenal tits, his mouth
gapping open at the greatest pair of sweater-kittens that he had ever seen on or off the
internet. Kassy pulled her dress down to her waist and leaned back on her elbows, her
chest thrust out for him. He had known the first time he had seen her that all she would
need was a little bit of encouragement so she would have an excuse to stop playing coy and
just give it up like he knew she really wanted to. With trembling hands he reached up and
grabbed a tit in each hand and squeezed the pliant flesh, her golden orbs bulging out from
between his fingers. "Thank you, God," he muttered as he bent down and took a firm, ripe
nipple between his lips.

Trying to keep back the tears of failure, Kassy stared up at the ceiling hoping to see
some sort of divine intervention but it was just the same old ceiling she always saw. Why
was this happening to her. Again. What was she doing wrong that always led to some
guy wanting to just jump on top of her and wiggle around until he came. Luckily to her he
seemed like this guy at least wouldn't take long.

"Yeah, baby, your tits feel so good," Tim groaned as he licked from one teenage tit to
the other and pawed at her chest. With one hand he squeezed one luscious tits while
sucking on the other one while using his free hand to unzip his pants and release his hard
prick.

Kassy opened her golden thighs as Tom crawled on top of her. Here goes another
pair of panties she thought as she felt him push his pants down to his ankles. He did
exactly what she expected him to do and just wormed his way between her legs with his
pants down around his ankles. He barely even managed to pull her panties to the side
before trying to stick it in her and she gingerly tried to pull her dress up around her waist
before he ripped it by his aimless writhing.

The head of Tim's prick found the entrance to Kassy's cunt with a the subtlety of a
hound-dog searching for it's master's next target. He rubbed himself against her and
hoped that she would be wet enough because there was no way he was going to stop now.
He nudged against her and she gasped out, ready for him as she drew her panties far to the
side to let all of him inside of her.

As Tom began trying to shove himself inside of her while she held her panties to the
side, Kassy tried to remember which pair she had finally decided on wearing for the party.
She hoped it wasn't the pretty pink pair that she liked so much but she didn't think so
because those would have shown through her dress. She had tried on a black pair that
wouldn't have shown through but tended to create a very visible panty line. Was it the
dark blue pair with the bow, she wondered but decided that it wasn't because the bow
would have pressed against the material of the dress to let everyone know that it was there.
Maybe that was the signal Tom thought she had been giving him and wondered if he saw
the bow and somehow thought it was meant for him. With him finally getting the first of
him inside of her she decided that it didn't matter anyways, they'd probably be stained
beyond repair by the time he was done.

"Oh, baby, you're so tight," Tim groaned as he nuzzled against Kassy's neck. He
wasn't sure but he thought the teen girl felt completely bare of hair and the idea turned him
on even more. Perhaps if he'd been more appreciative of her needs he would have found
out but with half of his prick sliding in and out of her teenage cunt he couldn't exactly stop
to find out.

Kassy ran her hands up and down Tom's back through his sports jacket and cooed at
what she hoped were the right times. It was obvious that she had just gotten herself once
again involved with some guy that just wanted her body or, even worse, was just trying to
show up her daddy. Why did she keep letting this happen? What was she doing wrong?
Why couldn't she find a guy that liked her just for her? Above her his face was sweating,
the droplets falling into her eyes and she tried to blink them out and kept wondering if she
had finished her homework.

"Yeah, baby, you like that," Tim grunted as he rocked himself deep inside of the young
girl's amazing body, "You like that, don't you?"

Continuing to grunt at what she hoped were the right times, Kassy went over her Trig
homework in her head. Or rather, tried to. It seemed like the whole class was only made
just to make her feel stupid and her best friend, Veronica, wasn't any help. Then she
wondered if she had called Veronica like she had said she would. It was so hard to keep
track of things sometimes and she'd had her dad's party to get ready for. She was sure that
Veronica wouldn't get mad at her if she did forget. And then she wondered if Tom would
get upset if she checked her phone. She doubted it since he hadn't looked her in the eyes
since his first kiss but her phone was way over on the table and she couldn't reach it since
they were laying sideways on the bed. Oh well, he sounded like he was almost done
anyway and she'd just check then.

"Oh yeah, take it, baby, take," Tim grunted as he continued thrusting himself in Kassy's
young, tight cunt. Her large, firm breasts swayed back and forth on her chest, gravity
having no effect on them as they moved. He bent down putting a kink in his neck but it
was worth it to have one of her ripe nipples in his mouth. He mumbled out around his face
full of teenage tit as he came, filling her juicy pussy with his thick, hot seed.

As Tom came inside of her like an asshole without even telling her, Kassy remembered
that she was in fact wearing her light yellow panties with little balloons on them. They
weren't anywhere near her favorite pair so she wouldn't care to much about throwing them
away after Tom finally left. It was a small price to pay for not having to give him a blow-job
or something she guessed.

To be continued…


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