Chapter 3

You would think that after getting caught by my daughter and dodging the bullet I expected my wife to send my way (figuratively and perhaps literally), I would have been on my best behavior. However, horny dad that I am, it didn't take long for me to find myself in a compromising position again. The truth was that I couldn't stop thinking about how it felt to masturbate in front of Taylor. She just stood there, staring at me, telling me what to do, demanding that I continue. I kept wondering why she would react that way. And when I thought of my wife Rachel, how she not only got turned on by what happened, but that she then actually suggested that I have sex with Taylor, I was simply beside myself. I could think of nothing else and I had a constant hard-on.

A couple of days after all this happened, I was still thinking about it constantly. I took an afternoon off work, thinking I could have the house to myself for a few hours (my first error!). I was in my downstairs office, once again surfing websites and chat rooms as I often do. I kept thinking about Taylor standing in the doorway watching me. I began to wonder if she was so innocent herself. "What does she look at online?" I thought. "I'll bet I could find something in the History on her computer." I told myself that I really wouldn't be able to get on, that she would have a password preventing me or her siblings from prying into her private world (my second error!). With that feeling of security that I wouldn't see anything anyway, I foolishly went upstairs to Taylor's room.

My daughter's room was that of a typical 15 y.o. girl. She had celebrity pictures on the walls from movies, TV and music. The walls were painted a variety of colors and her furniture was right out of Pottery Barn Teen. Next to her desk was a stack of her favorite magazines like CosmoGirl and Seventeen. I did a quick listen to make sure all was quiet and that no one had come home while I was ascending the stairs. All seemed as it should be. I sat down at Taylor's desk and booted up her computer. It was my old PC and it took a terribly long time to get started. As I sat there, I grabbed the magazine off the top of the stack. Alicia Keys stared back at me. Damn she was gorgeous. I don't know much her music, but I love to see her on a magazine or an awards show.

Alicia looked incredible. She was standing up, looking sideways at the camera. She was wearing kind of sparkly black leather pants, with the button unzippedand the fly halfway down, with black panties underneath. On top she had a fairly flimsy, shimmering dark silver top which was slit on the side and showing a whole lot of her beautiful skin.

In another, she was showing some classy but beautiful cleavage, just offering it to the camera (and to me). If I wasn't excited enough thinking about Taylor, as well as from being in her room waiting for her computer to boot up, seeing Alicia was enough to put me over the edge. My cock began to stiffen in my pants as I looked at the picture.

The computer was up now, but just as I had thought, it asked for a password. Although I tried a few for the hell of it, "Oh well, back to Alicia for just a minute," I thought. After more pictures of her, the next subject Jessica Alba, with pictures ranging from her in a small blue bikini to some of her looking very sexily pregnant. Between the pictures and the knowledge that I was alone in Taylor's room, trying to find sexual material on her computer so I could catch her as she had caught me, I had become very horny. Feeling renewed confidence that I was alone, I decided that it would do no harm, and that it would actually be kind of fun, to at least stroke myself in my daughter's room. I didn't plan to finish there, rather I figured I would go to my own room or back to my downstairs office for that.

I undid my belt and unzipped my pants with some anticipation, pulling my briefs down below my balls and exposing my erection. I got a real rush from being where I was and having my cock out. I picked up the magazine again with one hand, took a nice long look at Alicia's cleavage and began slowly stroking myself with the other. Not only did it feel great to touch myself, but I couldn't get over how exciting it was to know my dick was getting stimulation in the room where my daughter sleeps, undresses, and maybe even touches herself? I closed my eyes and pictured that for a while, gently stroking my hard-on, which was very hard indeed. When I opened my eyes, I saw not only Alicia staring at me from the pages of the magazine, but Taylor standing in the doorway, a look of disgust on her face.

"What the fuck?" she exclaimed. "What the fuck are you doing in my room and what the fuck are you doing jerking off in here?!?" she yelled.

"T-T-Taylor," I stuttered, my mind a complete blank, no idea what to say next.

"Are you insane, Daddy?" she continued. "Are you THAT horny? It's not bad enough I catch you doing this in your office, now you're in my room jerking yourself? What the fuck is the matter with you?" She looked to the computer screen. "Were you trying to get into my computer? What the hell were you doing that for?"

"Taylor," I tried again, "I just was ... after the last time when you ... I was trying to..."

"Yea?" she said, "You were trying to what? Show even more what a dirty old man you are? So you decided to snoop into my computer and you got so turned on you had to stroke your dick in my room?"

"Well, Honey," I said, still at a total loss. "Um, I was looking for a file and I thought you might have it. And, um, I was just sitting here looking at your magazines and well, I got kind of excited." My dick was still in my hand, although it wasn't quite as rock hard as it had been thirty seconds earlier. For the first time, Taylor looked at the magazine I was holding.

"I can't believe you're jerking off with my magazines, in my room!" she said. Then she paused to think for a moment. She looked again at the magazine and seemed to have an idea. "You like Alicia Keys? Obviously you do."

Not knowing what else to say, I replied, "Well, yea. I think she's really beautiful, but I haven't really heard her music." It felt totally bizarre to say something that belonged in a normal conversation while I was holding my exposed erection in front of my teenage daughter.

"You like girls pretty faced, huh?" She said. "And nice tits and asses too, I bet. Give me that. "She took the magazine from my hand and looked closely at the pictures of Alicia. "So, what were you thinking about doing to her?"

"What do you mean?" I said.

"You were looking at her and stroking yourself. What do you want to do to her. Tell me." she said.

"Are you serious, Taylor?" I said. "Come on now, I'm sorry about this Honey. I didn't mean for this to happen. Just let me..." I moved to put my cock back into my pants.

"Oh no!" she yelled again. "You started this and you're gonna finish it."

"Taylor, not again," I said, not moving, continuing to hold myself.

"Yes, again. You're not going to pull this crap and get away with it, Daddy." she said forcefully. "Keep stroking that thing and tell me what you want to do to Alicia Keys. Tell me what you were thinking when you were sitting at my desk, in my room with your dick in your hand."

Still at a total loss, I obediently said, "Um, I guess I was thinking about how beautiful she is, what a great body she has."

"And? What do you want to do to her?" she said. She then turned a few pages and said, "Were you turned on by Jessica Alba too?" I nodded. "She's pregnant in this picture. Do you like that too?" I nodded again. "Super perv. Well, what do you want to do with them, Daddy? Tell me, now! And keep jerking that."

As I began moving my hand up and down on my cock again, it quickly returned to full erection. "I uh," I started, "I guess I wanted both of them to suck me."

"I'm sure that's not all you thought of, was it Daddy? Tell me." she replied.

"I want them to suck me off and I want to cum on those beautiful faces." I blurted out.

"So, my Daddy wants to cum on the faces of pretty girls, huh? How nice." she said sarcastically. "Well then, let's see what else we have in the pile. She reached for the stack of magazine, tossed a couple aside and chose another. I began to open my mouth in protest, but Taylor quickly said, "Don't say a thing unless I tell you to. And jerk harder. I obliged on both demands. "How about Jessica Simpson?" She opened another magazine to pictures of her looking incredibly hot. "She's hot blonde. You wanna cum on her face too?"