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 "Nice tits," I said to my daughter one morning over breakfast.

   "I'm too young to have daddy issues," my eight-year-old replied.

   "Would you mind if I fucked Sherry?"

   "Sherry my babysitter?"

   "Or maybe one her friends.  You're mom's been having sex with Sean and I
want to get even for the humiliation."

   "Sean my brother?"

   "No, Sean the bagboy at Food Lion, you fucking inbred.  Yes, Sean your
brother.  How old is Sherry anyway?"

   My eight-year-old couldn't get an answer through her tears.

   "Christ," I sighed.  "That's about par for the course."

   I walked by my son's bedroom, listening to cries of, "Mommy!  I love
fucking you Mommy!  Did you make my dick just so I could fuck you?  I'll
love you forever, Mommy.  I'll only ever want to cum in my Mommy's pussy!"

   "You're going to be late for school," I called, heading into my own
bedroom to eat a few hits of acid before work.  A good blaze was the only
thing that made afternoons as a civil engineer for the municipal government
palatable

   "Good morning, Peter," the receptionist at the front desk said as I
walked in.

   "Yes.  Peter.  I'm Peter."

   "Would you like a nice cocksucking to start your day with?"

   "I want to say something."

   "Something like yes?"

   I nodded.

   "Then sit at my desk and man the phone so I can nurse a hot load of cum
from your . . .  What do you call it?"

   "The true white meat."

   She rolled her eyes.  "Let me nurse a hot load of cum from the true
white meat then."

   I sat at her desk and proceed to talk dirty to whomever was sucking my
cock.  "You whore.  Suck my cock, you dumb ugly fucking cunt."

   The door to the office opened and Rebecca, who occupied the cubicle next
to me entered.  "Hi, Peter."

   "You were made to suck my dick, weren't you, you filthy cumslut?"

   "That's about par for the course," she muttered as she walked past the
desk, down the hall.  "Cumming!  Eat it all!  Eat it all, you fat bitch!"
I shot my load into the receptionist's grateful mouth.

   "Plunge my cunt with it later?" she asked, standing.

   "Daddy raised a good whore," I replied, then sunk into an introspective
funk about my daughter for the remainder of the morning.  I knew she'd
probably fuck me if she found out about Sean.  After all, I'd done all the
things a good father should do, hadn't I?  And it would be nice to tap her
ass before she started taking it in the shitter from the 40-year-old down
the block or God knows who.  The breathing, changing patterns on my desktop
comprised of the fluid that had run out my sleeves began to bud with color
and bloom as I thought about teaching my daughter to respect my cock.  Was
this the acid or a sign from God?

   "Peter, are you playing with your dick?" Rebecca asked over the cubicle
wall.

   "No, mom," I whined and looked up to meet her gaze.  "I was just
thinking about fucking my daughter."

   "I think you'd better join me in the bathroom so we can freshen you up,"
Rebecca said.  Inside the bathroom, Rebecca lit a cigarette and put it
between my lips.  "I want you to shit on my stomach and eat my pussy,
Peter," she said.

   "I haven't shit in three days," I told her.

   "Well, you know what they say: Just because you haven't shit in three
days doesn't mean you don't have to eat." She took the cigarette out of my
mouth and threw it in the sink.  "Suck my cunt, bitch," she commanded.

   "Will you buy me a drink after work?" I asked.

   "Of course I will, sweetie," she answered and lifted her skirt.

   I knelt on the tile and ate Rebecca's pussy as best I could, swabbing my
tongue over her clit for well over a minute before pushing it into her and
swallowing a mouthful of piss.

   "There's your drink, babydoll," she said and left.

   I pulled my cigarette out of the sink to finish then jerked off,
fantasizing about what had just happened.