Chapter 48

I was still happily typing away a little after four o’clock when there was a knock on my door. “Hi, Daddy. Can I come in for a sec?”

It was Michelle. I noticed it had been just a minute or two over thirty minutes since Mindy had left my room. My penis was in an ideal state for my purposes. I still felt sexually satiated, but I’d recovered enough to get it up again. I hoped that meant I’d have greater sexual control, and thus the upper hand in any negotiations.

I replied, “Sure, my love, come on in. But no arguing, okay?”

She walked in wearing nothing but her blue “V” bathing suit. I called it that because it was made up of only one piece of fabric, which rose up from her pussy in two thin strips, went over her breasts (just wide enough to cover her nipples), then over her shoulders, down her back and finally met again just above her ass, only to narrow down into a butt-floss wide thong that completely buried itself in her ass crack.

This was a recent purchase, and I dare say it was even more arousing than her skimpiest bikini. It didn’t take much for those two strips of fabric to slide off her enormous breasts altogether.

As usual, just seeing her impossibly curvy body took my breath away, but she’d really outdone herself this time. She was radiating sexiness, and the way she swayed her hips as she walked was something to behold. There even were some subtle traces of make-up on her face, which was almost unheard of for her. She was going all out to impress and arouse me.

She immediately spread her legs wide and put her hands on her head as she stood in front of me. “I’m not gonna argue right now. I’m too hot for your cock to stay mad at you. But look, Daddy! I’m behaving myself. I promise, no blowjobs ... unless you want one. Or two. Or if you wanna fuck my tits. Maybe I could just run my tongue up, down, and all around your cock while you keep working. Or really, anything else you want to do to me.”

I could feel my erection rising already. “Um, so what’s the word?” God DAMN! How are those torpedo tits anatomically possible? So fucking STACKED!

But it was like she didn’t hear me.

“Since you’re my Daddy and my one and only master, I have to obey you completely and do EVERYTHING you tell me to do, no matter how depraved or humiliating.” She stared off into space and muttered to herself, “Gaawwwd, that makes me so horny, just saying that, especially with you listening!”

She refocused, and continued, “You spent so much time and energy raising me these last eighteen years that it’s only right that I pay that back by being your naked sex pet for the next eighteen years. Or more! Isn’t that fair? In fact, it’s wrong for me to even get mad at you in the first place, since I’m just one of your many slaves. I think I need a really HARD spanking!”

She turned around, bent over, and grabbed her ankles. “I think you should probably spank me fifty times and then fingerfuck my gooey pussy as long as you like!”

I tried to remain impassive in the face of this sexual onslaught. Her pussy was covered by her wisp of the V bathing suit, but I could see its contours clearly. Since she was bent over and couldn’t see me, I adjusted my erection so it wouldn’t strain against my shorts so much.

She’d seemed a bit taller than usual when she’d come in, but I’d been too distracted by her ample endowments and lusty face to pay that any mind. But as I looked at her hands around her ankles, I finally noticed that she was wearing just about the highest high heels I’d ever seen.

God damn this girl! Those looked to be a good five inches tall, if not six! She really is going all out to impress me. How those black heels doesn’t make her topple over when she was lewdly bent over like that was a mystery to me. Especially since her heavy jugs make it improbable that she doesn’t topple forward already!

I commented, “Since you have to obey EVERYTHING I tell you, then that means you’ll have no problem obeying me on the whole boyfriend issue.”

She turned around, stood up, and angrily thrust her hands onto her hips. I noticed the act of bending over had caused the straps to fall to the sides of her spongy breasts. “Daddy! You’re mean!” As if to punish me for my meanness, she pulled the straps back over her nipples.

But the lust quickly returned to her eyes. “Maybe I’ll be more amenable to the whole boyfriend thing if you spank me right now. Maybe you just need to spank me a lot and keep my face stuffed with hard cock until I completely bend to your will. Gaawwwd, that sounds so hot! Use me! Control me! Bend me to your will, for real! Don’t just talk about it; DO IT!”

She partly turned so I could see most of her ass again. Then she ran a hand over it enticingly.

I ignored that provocation, even though it was damn tempting, and asked, “How are things going downstairs?” I’d been so consumed with my fresh burst of inspiration in my writing that I hadn’t even so much as peeked out the window to see what was happening in the backyard or who was there.

She turned back to fully face me and put her hands back on her head, knowing that would turn me on even more. “That’s what I wanted to tell you about. The COOLEST thing happened!”

I chuckled. “It would have to be extremely cool to win the ‘coolest thing’ award in my book, after everything that’s happened lately.”

“Okay, maybe it’s not the coolest, but it’s still pretty damn cool! You know how, when you’ve been subjugating Sue Ellen and turning her into your latest busty cock slave ... Ohmigod! I can’t believe I just said that, and it’s TRUE! Ohmigod, this is really happening! All my dreams are coming true!”

She started bouncing on the heels of her feet in her high heels, while keeping her hands on her head. It did wonders for her massive F-cups, which swayed back and forth wildly. It only took a few seconds of bouncing like that for the thin strips of fabric covering her nipples to slide off her breasts, revealing everything again.

She pretended not to notice, but I’m sure she knew exactly what she was showing.

That knowledge didn’t stop me from getting extremely horny, though. Even though I was more or less sexually satiated, I felt inspired to rush over and jump on top of her and slide my stiff cock through her cleavage. But I knew she was doing it, at least in part, to test my willpower. I forced myself to stay cool, to show her that she couldn’t make me lose control that easily. I had to stay on top in more ways than one if I hoped to remain dominant over such a willful daughter. I just said, much more calmly than I felt, “Go on. About Sue Ellen?”

She will still bouncing on her high heels a little, which was sending her twin torpedoes flying in every direction. So I added, testily, “And without so much bouncing, please?”

“Oh. Right. So, do you remember when you were busy subjugating her body, mind, and soul at the end of your visit to her restaurant the day before yesterday, and she and Laura ended up taking a lot of pictures, mostly of herself and Ruby? Well, I heard about that since Ruby told me every last detail of the whole adventure yesterday. But now we can actually SEE the pictures! Sue Ellen called Mom a short while ago, got her private e-mail account, and has been e-mailing them to her. Mom’s just over the moon! She’s printing out nearly every one on that glossy 8-by-11 printer paper we have!”

“Well, that’s cool,” I said, genuinely pleased. We’d made a huge leap of faith in trusting Sue Ellen completely with the incest secret and more, so I was especially happy that she was proving herself trustworthy so far. Letting her take the photos and keep them probably had been unwise in any case, but I had been too aroused to think clearly at the time.

Michelle had stopped her bouncing when I’d told her to, but she remained standing stiffly with her hands behind her head. Somehow, she was moving her shoulder muscles in subtle ways that nonetheless managed to keep her all-natural melons jiggling. The way they went slowly up and down and sometimes side to side was hypnotic. She couldn’t be giving off the “Fuck me now, Daddy!” signal any stronger if she’d tried.

I was pleased to see that she was quite aroused, because even though her pussy was (barely) covered by her bathing suit, there were tendrils of pussy juice spreading down her thighs. The stain of wetness down there on the fabric was also a rather obvious giveaway.

It was getting hard for me to keep concentrating. I wasn’t even trying to keep looking at her face anymore, as her voluptuous, tanned body from her feet to her shoulders was demanding to be looked at. But nevertheless I managed to remain at least somewhat focused on the conversation, and I asked, “She’s sending those pics only to US, right?”

“Definitely! Don’t worry, she’s not gonna let you down. She would NEVER disobey you. I talked to her a little bit on the phone earlier, and it was a real inspiration hearing just how devoted she is to serving you already. She understands the importance of keeping your great big cock still and throbbing with pleasure above all else. We got on great, and Mom was so appreciative of the photos that she invited her over here straight away.”

“What?! Mindy did that? Without asking me first? You know, given how my wife is supposedly discovering her submissive side, she’s been acting awfully pushy lately.”

“Hey,” Michelle said, still rocking on her heels to keep her shapely tanned orbs in constant motion. “Just because she’s sexually submissive doesn’t mean she’s suddenly gonna fade into the wallpaper. She’s still the same feisty and funny Mindy you love so much. Besides, she’s not really THAT submissive. She told me she doesn’t even want to be one of your cock slaves, if you can believe that!”

Apparently, Michelle considered that a near-blasphemous idea. “She just really likes you fucking other women.”

“That’s true,” I conceded reluctantly. “Still, she should have talked to me.”

“Well, you don’t have to come down. I just thought you might want to.” She was still standing there with her hands on her head, slightly rocking back and forth to keep her bare rack jiggling. “Or, better yet, you could take a break from all that hard work with a nice long blowjob. I know just who would want to help you with that too.” She winked provocatively, and licked her lips even more provocatively.

Then she seemed to get an even better idea. “Unless you want me to ask Ruby up so we could do it together. We really love sucking you off as a team, and want to do it more. A lot more!” She licked her lips ostentatiously.

She was getting to me, there was no doubt about that. But I struggled to stay on top of the situation and keep the conversation going. “So ... Ruby’s downstairs too, huh? Anyone else there?”

“Just Mom and Ruby. Oh, and Cindy. She and Mom have been talking for over an hour. Mostly about you, I gather. But Mindy and Ruby were trying their best to get her to leave so she wouldn’t interfere with all the cocky fun we have planned. You know, since you haven’t fully conquered her yet. She saw Mindy printing out the erotic pictures, though, and now wild horses couldn’t drag her out of the computer room.”

I thought about the pictures, especially about the ones of Sue Ellen striking a pose similar to Michelle’s current pose, only with her face covered with cum. “Uh-oh. Cindy saw the pictures? That’s not good, is it?”

“Daaaaddddyyyy!” She stomped her foot in frustration. “How can you just sit there and talk when this body of mine demands to be fucked and used? You say you’re not ready to fuck my cunt yet, but at least you could fuck my face or my tits. You haven’t even vigorously fucked my face once yet, which is an outrage and an injustice! Gaawwwd, your super-human willpower gets me so fuckin’ horny!”

I grinned to myself. Clearly, despite my great arousal, I still had a lot more self-control than she did at the moment. I tried to pretend indifference as best I could. “About the pictures, and Cindy?”

She grimaced with frustration. “Don’t worry, it’s cool. Cindy’s halfway tamed by your horse cock already, so she’s not gonna rock the boat. She and Mom are totally getting hot as Ruby and Mom tell her the whole Sue Ellen saga all over again. Illustrated with pictures, even! Mom cleverly made sure Cindy was in a bikini first. You should see the way the two of them are panting with desire as they wait for the next picture to come off the printer!”

Hmmm. Things sound pretty promising with Cindy, but also pretty scary. How can I handle that many women? Just handling Shelle would be a 24-7 job, although an extremely sexually pleasurable one!

I said, “Well, I hope that whatever happens to Cindy, she sticks with me on this whole dating boys thing. I am NOT going to back down on that.”

“DaaaaaaAAAAaaaaddy! Please don’t start again about that. You’re roaching my buzz. You know I’d never let any other guy touch my body, since it belongs to you. Everything is working out like a dream for me and Ruby, except for that. It’s like that snake inside the Garden of Eden.”

“Well, sorry, but that’s how it is. No paradise is perfect.”

She was staring wide-eyed at my crotch while licking her lips even more than before.

“What?” I asked, puzzled.

“Sorry, it’s just that you mentioned snakes.” She was staring right at my throbbing bulge. Somehow, she’d managed to cross the room without my noticing. She was nearly close enough to reach out and touch it.

I looked down at my crotch and could actually see the fabric twitching. “Actually, you’re the one who mentioned snakes. Come on, Shelle. Take your arms off your head and get comfortable.”

She did drop her arms and get down, but unfortunately for me she chose to kneel on the floor right between my legs. If anything, that was an even MORE tempting pose!

I continued talking while trying not to think about what else she could be doing in that position. All she’d have to do is open her mouth wide, lean forward, and as I unzip my fly, her tongue would come snaking out ... Damn! I can’t go there! As if it’s not tough enough to concentrate, she has to keep licking her lips! Arrgh!

I protested, “You can’t call that position comfortable. The way you’re all stiff with your hands pinned behind your back, that looks very UN-comfortable.”

“Shows what you know,” she snorted at me. “This is my favorite position of all. Well, not counting the use of ropes or chains. And this is my favorite spot in the whole wide world.”

I tried to joke, “So you like this room, huh?”

She rolled her eyes. It was so obvious that she was referring to being between my legs that she didn’t bother to explain. She just playfully muttered, “Must not kill Daddy! Need his cock too much!”

I cleared my throat and shook my head, and then tried again. “I’ve been thinking about this a little during my breaks in the past couple of hours, now that I’ve actually had some time to think without the ‘fog of horniness’ in my brain all the time. I have a proposal for you. Assuming you do find some boy in your school you find attractive, I want you to prove that you don’t have some sexual fixation only on me. I hate to be crude about it, but I want you to take him out and show him a good time. Obviously it doesn’t have to be on the first date. But eventually, get physical. Make out with him, at the very least. Prove to me that our teasing won’t interrupt your normal development.”

She looked up at me, a bit stunned. She didn’t know how to respond to that. I could see a lot of different facial expressions slide across her face, most of them variations on disappointment, disgust, hurt, and revulsion.

I added, “I don’t want you to simply tell me about what happens with the boy, because you’ve had a track record of tomfoolery in the past. I want you to bring the boy back here to this very house, maybe to the living room, and make out with him. No mere goodnight kiss, but a full-on, heavy necking and petting session.”

“Daddy, I can’t believe you’re suggesting that! That’s bizarre! How could you possibly ask me to do something so hurtful? Just the very thought of it turns my stomach.”

She even looked a tad green about the gills, as if it really did turn her stomach. She had to be a great actress. I didn’t want to think about what it would mean if she wasn’t acting. How could she really be that devoted to me?

I said, “I know. But I’ve decided ... Look, could you sit in a chair? I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.”

“Okay, but you’re stressed. You sure you don’t want me to at least stroke the King as we talk?” She brought a hand from behind her back and started running it up my leg.

“No.” Actually, I did, but I knew it would affect my judgment. “Come on. Can you imagine how hard it is to hold a discussion with your daughter when she’s topless, kneeling between your legs, and the smell of pussy is filling up the room?”

She stuck two fingers in her mouth and slid them in and out, all the while looking like an innocent angel. “No. But tell me more about how hard it is!” She stared lustily at the bulge in my shorts.

“Go!” I pointed to a chair.

She reluctantly went to sit in it.

I could breathe easier, although she was still topless, and her F-cups were still defying the laws of gravity. I couldn’t avoid the smell of perfume mixing with her musky pussy aroma, either. Damn! Thank God I climaxed half an hour earlier, or I’d be a goner by now.

She settled herself in the chair, and managed to drop her V suit down around her knees in the process. She positioned herself so I got a good look at her sopping wet pussy.

After I reminded her to sit with her legs closed, I went on, “I’ve been far too passive about things. I’ve been blindsided. I need to take charge and direct things in a better direction. We can’t just do every single thing we want for the sake of our sexual urges. I can allow the physical relationship you and I have, as long as I know that you’re still capable of developing normal relationships that don’t involve me. I so very much want to see you marry and have children someday, but how can you do that if you’re so strongly fixated on me?”

“I think I know a way,” she said, giving me a very mysterious look. “Mom does too. But we’ll try it your way first, if you insist. I’ll be terribly painful for me, but at least it’ll be somewhat hot knowing that you’re getting all pervy watching me.” She spread her legs wide again, showing off her sopping pussy.

She seemed to give in far too easily on that, knowing her usual bullheadedness. I had my suspicions that she was up to something. But for now I was willing to take her at her word and see what developed.

Somehow, I steeled my resolve, and continued, “Actually, it won’t be like that. I’m not going to be some perving voyeur. Mindy and I will watch from a safe distance, just enough to know that something’s happening. And frankly, I don’t even want to meet the guy up close, at least until I know that you two are serious. In fact, it would be better if you just keep the lights off altogether.”

She let out a long, sad sigh. “So fucking wrong!”

“Now, in return for this rather unusual proposal, I’ll also offer you a reward. You know I’ve been avoiding your pussy. But if you make out with a boy for a while, I’ll be willing to finger and lick you down there.”

There was a pause, and then, “That’s IT?! You’ll be ‘willing’ to finger and lick my pussy?” She even made mocking finger quotes in the air. “You should be all psyched to do that anyway, not trying to use it as a bargaining chip with me. Big fucking whoop!”

She stood up over me and crossed her arms under her ample bosom. I noticed she also let her V suit fall the rest of the way to the floor as she stood. She stepped free of it for good measure.

God, this girl’s bare pussy is WET! Lord, give me strength! It would be so easy to bend her over and give her the fucking she so richly deserves! I’ll bet she’s tight as hell!

All she had left on were her black high heels. It’s not like she needed them to firm up her legs or make her ass jut out, as she was mouthwateringly firm and curvy already. But obviously she’d found out that I had a thing for high heels.

I said, “‘Big whoop?’ Now I’m hurt. I thought you’d like that. And I know I’d really like that.”

“Sorry, it’s just ... Sure, that would be nice, but I’ve been having girl-on-girl sex for nearly five years already. Whoop-de-fricken-do. Pussy licking is kind of ‘been there, done that, woo-hoo, got the T-shirt.’ Sure, I’d love it a lot if it was YOU doing that to me, especially if it was part of a sixty-nine, but compared to having to date and kiss a boy? No way! It’s just not worth it. You’ll have to do something better than that. Something involving your COCK! Some new way in which you defile and dominate me!”

“Sorry, that’s my final offer.”

“Ugh.” Yet still, she was thinking it over. It was clear to me that she was more tempted by my offer than she was willing to admit.

While pondering, she stuck a finger in the corner of her mouth and licked on it a little. With anyone else, this might just have looked like a thoughtful pose, a la Dr. Evil’s pinky move in the Austin Powers movies, but when it was Michelle, it was positively obscene. Add to the fact that she clutched an arm under her F-cups, causing them to spill over her forearm to the point where I practically couldn’t see it!

Christ almighty! This is a serious test of my willpower. Why do I thinking back to Mindy’s catchphrase: “Fuck the SHIT out of her?!” Bad! Bad!

Damn! I have to be strong. This is a pivotal moment!

Reading her body language, it looked like she was as resolved as I was, so I decided to sweeten the pot just a little.

“Of course,” I added, as if in afterthought, “if I’m going to be licking and sucking you to orgasm, I’ll need to make sure that things don’t get out of hand. I’ll need to tie you down first.”

Michelle’s entire body stiffened at that, especially her nipples. And I saw that her pussy started leaking even more freely than before. She was still struggling, but slowly losing the battle.

Finally, she said, “Define ‘a while’ for me. How about just lip-to-lip contact at the front door at the end of the date? One kiss like that. And then, in return, you’ll never consider my pussy or ass crack off limits ever again. You’ll totally have your way with me down there, running your big cock in my ass crack and up and down my pussy lips, any time you like. You’ll treat every inch of my body the way a master should treat his slave!”

She ran her fingers over her bare pussy, as if in anticipation.

“No deal. Let’s call ‘a while’ only twenty minutes. I’m being generous.”

“Twenty minutes?! Daddy, you’re gonna make me cry!” She huffed as she dropped back into her chair. She bounced up and down, which set her jugs jiggling and swaying despite her arm underneath.

She pleaded plaintively, “Do you know how sad I feel, exercising like a fiend for years to be your perfect sex toy? All for you! All because I love you so much! All I want to do is love you and serve you and keep you happy. You think I’m selfish, but the truth is that everything I do is for you, the only man I’ll ever love! And then you don’t even want me! You’d pawn me off to some worthless, filthy ... BOY!” She practically spat the last word out, as if it were poisonous.

I felt bad. “It’s not like that. You think I’m happy about this? It’s like stabbing myself in the heart, but it’s gotta be done. I’m doing this precisely because I love YOU! It’s like when birds don’t allow their chick to come back to the nest anymore. At some point, they’ve learned to fly on their own, and it would be bad for their development to keep treating them like chicks. I have to think about what’s best for your future?”

For no apparent reason, she cupped her enormous jutting breasts from below and sensuously caressed them. “But what if I wanna stay your ‘chick’ forever? Your babe? Your piece of tail? Your totally submissive, cock slave, big-titted, sex daughter-pet who lives to get royally fucked by you on a daily basis? What if the vision of my best future is lying in bed all day with Mom and Ruby and your other sex slaves, hanging out and having fun and keeping your cock well-tended? What if that thrills me and fulfills me a million times more than that ‘flying from the nest’ bullshit of yours?”

“Sorry, but life doesn’t work like that. We can’t just stay in bed all day. You’ve got a career and a family of your own and many other things to look forward to. I’m gonna be jealous as hell, but it has to be done for the good of your long-term future, and fast. I’m already worried that it’s too late, that you’re too fixated on me.”

She grinned without remorse. “Yep! It’s too late! I’m a totally hopeless case, so let’s just give up on this whole boy thing. And since I’m a goner, you might as well just fuck me now.” She finally took one hand from caressing her tits, but only so she could run her fingers over her increasingly wet pussy lips.

I was really wishing she’d at least kept her pussy covered. Its musky smell alone could make a grown man go insane. “Not so fast. Okay, I’ll make it ten minutes. Ten minutes of serious necking.”

“Let’s say two minutes, and immediately after the boy leaves and I wash the defilement of his touch off me in a scalding hot shower, you’ll give me a long dry hump, rubbing your cock up and down my pussy lips as you ravage my tied and bound body all night long! And Ruby and I get to spend the whole rest of the night naked in your bed!” She reached a hand out towards my crotch.

I had to scoot my chair out of reach. “Five minutes, and you’ve gotta promise not to get sneaky and try to slip my dick in your slit. None of that ‘Oops, look what just kinda happened, Daddy, you might as well fuck my pussy good now’ stuff. I know how you think! We’re talking outside contact only.”

“Damn!” As good as she looked when she was horny and begging for it, I’m ashamed to say that she looked even more tempting to me when she got angry at being frustrated.

I warned her, “If that happens, and you slip my dick in you against my wishes, I’ll pull out immediately and then make you go out on a second date with the boy and give him a blowjob before I even think about touching you again.”

Now she really did look green around the gills, and there was no question as to whether or not she was faking it. “Oh, YUCK! Gross! NEVER! I’d die first! Don’t make me ill!”

“Do we have a deal or not?”

She hesitated, and stared at me for some long moments. “Damn, now you’ve got me thinking about you running your horse cock all over my throbbing, needy twat. I’ve just gotta have that. And while I’m all bound and helpless too. Damn you, you sexy, clever bastard! I’m so horny! It’s no fair, conducting negotiations like this, when you stripped me of my clothes and left me begging for cock!”

Talk about no fair. I was the one sweating bullets and about to crack! And she was the one who’d taken off her bathing suit, not me! I can’t even begin to describe how difficult it is to negotiate with a nude teen sexpot. But, using all my willpower, I kept staring at her, waiting for a solid answer.

She finally said, “Okay, deal.”

I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I still had doubts that she’d go through with the date idea. In fact, I was almost certain there would be trouble. But I felt some progress was being made anyway, and I wasn’t really giving up anything in return, so long as I remained firmly resolved not to fuck her.

Besides, my pulsing erection couldn’t take much more teasing. Any actual teasing she did was just bonus points, since simply being in the same room as her was a tease. I held out my hand. “Shake on it?”

“Okay!”

But instead of shaking my hand, she started dancing around, with the emphasis on shaking her topless rack. Then, as she was still shaking about, she grabbed my outstretched hand and brought it to her ass. She rubbed my hand slowly back and forth across her ass cheek.

I laughed, but I couldn’t let go now that I was touching her. As I kneaded her delectable rear end, I insisted, “That’s not what I meant. I want us to shake hands to seal the deal.”

She pulled my other hand to her other ass cheek. Now I was effectively in an embrace with a stark naked vixen (not counting her five-inch heels). “Isn’t it common to seal these kinds of Daddy agreements with a kiss? And then a titfuck and blowjob? And then another titfuck and a spanking?”

She didn’t overtly hold my erection yet, as it was still in my shorts. But she was busy pulling my shorts and underwear down with both hands. (I must admit that I lifted my ass up a bit to assist.)

“No!” I couldn’t resist her enthusiasm though. I stood up and I said, “Let’s say a handshake and a kiss.”

So she stood back from me, taking my shorts and underwear away with her, and then she tossed them to the floor. We shook hands, briefly, but our bodies quickly flew back together.

We necked and fondled for a little while, but we were so worked up that those words don’t even begin to describe what we were doing. “All but fucking while standing” would be more accurate. Damn! Have I said how much I love groping her huge tits? I love her sexy moans when I do just about anything to her nipples. But firmly squeezing her ass is nearly as much fun, and is also a guaranteed moan inducer.