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 "Charles"

   By LuvsItWet

   Copyright@2016

   Chapter 6

  
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   I made the short trip over to Charles' on Sunday to retrieve Katie.  Jen
took Kerrie on a little shopping trip while I was gone so I could get Katie
back home without any questions.

   Katie was a changed young woman.  Her week and a half of nearly non-stop
sex with our friend Charles, and others, had certainly matured her.  I was
pleasantly surprised that her total appearance had improved.  No longer a
high school girl with a high school girl's giggly attitude.  Now, in that
girl's place, stood a poised young woman.

   Her hair had been styled, still short but very attractive.  Even in
tight designer jeans and very chic blouse, she appeared to be poised and
focused.  Three inch heels had replaced the sneakers.  A perfect manicure
and pedicure, along with a few tasteful pieces of expensive jewelry, topped
off the look.  Anyone could see this was a high maintenance young lady.  A
real class act.

   No one would guess that my fifteen year old daughter fucked black men
for fun.  And she fucked anyone for money.  Katie was only a child but
already had an occupation.  The oldest.

   "I'm glad you brought the van, Wayne." Katie said offhandedly after I
had hugged her hello and kissed her on the offered cheek.

   "What's this 'Wayne' shit?" I said.  Just a little ruffled but trying to
laugh it off.

   "What do you want me to call you now?" Katie said with an odd look of
confusion.

   "Dad or daddy has always sounded pretty nice to me." I said.

   "I can't.  Charles is my daddy now.  I call him that all the time.  I
even use that name with some of my dates if they ask me to.  It wouldn't
seem right with you anymore." "Besides," she added, "You're going to be my
driver a lot now and we'll probably meet some of my dates sooner or later.
It probably wouldn't be good for them to know our real relationship."

   "But honey, I'm still your father."

   "Yes.  And you always will be.  But it's best this way, Wayne.  Believe
me."

   "But Katie..."

   "You may continue to call me 'Katie' though." She said as she turned
away.  The matter was closed.

   Charles had been standing quietly watching another piece of earth shift
out from under me.  When I looked at him for support, he just shrugged and
slightly raised both hands.  A gesture to indicate, "What the lady wants,
the lady gets."

   I sighed and let it go by.  We could work it out later.

   "What I was saying, Wayne, is that it's good that you brought the van.
We'll need it." Katie said, gesturing toward a mountain of boxes and bags
in the middle of Charles' living room.

   "If you'll load all this for me, I want to say 'thank you' to Charles
for everything he's done for me this week." Katie said with a smirk as she
took Charles' hand and led him playfully off toward his bedroom.

   "Just wait for me in the car.  This won't take long."

   She liked doing that to me.  Putting me in my place.  I could tell.

   She was right.  It didn't take long.  I only sat fuming in the car about
ten minutes when she pranced out the front door.  She was laughing. 
Charles stood in the doorway, naked from the waist down.

   "Wayne." She said as she plopped her denim clad butt on the passenger
seat.  "Charles just told me that I suck cock better than you do." She
nearly cracked up.

   "Let's go home." She laughed.

   I was mortified.  How could he have done that to me?  Now Katie would
lose all respect for me.  No one wanted a queer for a father.  A jumble of
thoughts turned over in my mind as we made the eighty mile trip back home.

   "It's OK, Wayne." Katie broke a long silence.  We were about half way.
"I know everything.  Charles has told me all about how he met you and mom.
He also told me that it was mom's idea that he seduce me.  I owe her a
lot."

   "What I haven't told anyone, not even Charles, is how I got so
interested in black men.  More specifically, sex with black men.  I have
you to thank for that."

   "Me!?  What did I do?"

   "You gave me your old computer.  Remember?  The old Mac?  The one Kerrie
has now?"

   Sure I remembered.  It wasn't long after we met Charles.  The old one
wasn't fast enough to play some of the vid files we downloaded so Jen and I
had splurged on a new desk model.  And a new laptop to use when we
traveled, it was a package deal.  We gave Katie the old one with the
understanding that Kerrie could share it.  Then just recently, we bought
Katie her own laptop.

   "Yeah.  So...?"

   "You didn't clean it up very good.  I found several of your old
bookmarks and address books in cache files.  I also found a lot of old
email files in a saved mail folder.  I was curious.  I checked them out."

   "Oh, God.  Honey, I'm so sorry." I caused all this.

   "I'm not." Katie was a little bit into her own world.  One hand in her
lap.  "I wore blisters on my pussy for a year looking at that stuff.  It
was hard to understand at first, but I'm a quick learner.  Thirteen year
olds are a lot smarter than you think."

   "I wish you had said something, hon.  Your mom and I could have
explained..." It was lame but what could I do?

   "Why?  I liked it.  What was to explain?  I saw a lot of what you guys
were doing and I wanted to be a part of it.  If anyone needed to explain it
would have been me."

   "By the time mom found that old stuff in my room, I was ready to sneak
out and meet guys on my own.  I had already started talking to some really
hot guys in the chat rooms that you and mom go to all the time."

   "Oh honey, you didn't did you?" I was afraid she had.

   "No.  Charles was my first.  You and mom made all this possible. 
Thanks."

   "Which reminds me.  Where the hell are we going to put it all?" Katie
jerked her head toward that back of the loaded van.  "That's nearly three
thousand dollars worth of stuff back there.  Paid for with my little pussy,
if you please."

   "Sounds like you had a busy week?" I said.  Katie wasn't the only one in
the car that liked the conversation.

   "Tell me about it." She said.  "I had at least one date every day, or
night, for the whole week.  Once, I had three in the same day.  I have been
fucked by so many different people already that I'm starting to lose
count."

   "Starting off pretty fast aren't you young lady?  Be careful, you could
burn out doing that."

   "Maybe, but Charles says it's important to be as active as I can.  I'm
worth a lot more while I'm young and fresh.  Later, not so much."

   "That's true.  I just don't want to see you hurt."

   Katie giggled.  "A little hurt is good, sometimes."

   "Don't tell me you're starting to get kinky already." I chided her
playfully.

   "Wayne baby, I was born kinky.  It's just starting to get a chance to
come out."

   Katie's right hand was down in her jeans, one knee up against the door
and the other sprawled into the space between our seats.

   "We have about twenty more minutes before we get home.  Why don't you
open your pants and get yourself off?"

   "Good idea." She quickly flipped herself open and slid the jeans to her
ankles.  "I should have fucked Charles instead of sucking him off.  It left
me hanging.  Are you sure you don't mind?"

   "God no.  I would love to help you out if I could." I was hard as a rock
watching her.

   "Wellll!?  She looked over at me with heavy lidded eyes as her girl
scent filled the van.

   "Sorry sweetheart.  Charles has put you off limits."

   "He told me.  Maybe someday, huh?  I think that would be so hot, fucking
my own father.  Gawd."

   I wondered if she knew about the way Charles was arranging to prevent us
getting together.  I would find out soon enough.

   "Daddy Charles also told me what you guys did to Kerrie the other night.
That was very, very naughty.  She's just a baby." Katie was lazily jilling
herself.  Not in a hurry to climax, just enjoying the act.

   "She's not that little.  From what you've told me, she's not much
younger than you were when you started being interested."

   "Are you and mom really gonna let Charles fuck her?  At twelve?"

   "We'll see, I guess.  He thinks it would keep her from telling anyone
about what you are doing if she finds out."

   "Oh, she's gonna find out.  And she won't tell a soul.  You can bet on
it."

   I had the feeling there was another plot in the works that I didn't know
about.  I wondered if Jen did.  Or was she perhaps even a part of it.

   We were getting close to home.  I asked Katie to straighten herself up
so we didn't create a riot in the neighborhood.  She was disappointed that
she didn't get off but she'd been playing with herself almost the whole
trip.

   "One of those boxes back there is full of toys.  I'm going to fuck
myself silly just as soon and we get home.  I mean it.  I feel like I'm
tied in knots down there."

   The house was empty, Jen and Kerrie were still out as planned.  Katie
helped me unload her swag and quickly secluded herself in her room.  I
listened at her door and could only hear a humming and then low moans.  I
assumed she was having some success in taking the edge off her horniness.

   Jen and Kerrie got home about half an hour later.  Kerrie took a couple
of shopping bags to her room and shut the door.  Jen dragged me into our
room and plopped her ass down in the chair in the corner.

   "Come here baby.  Momma's got an itch that just has to be scratched. 
Did you get the cushion back?" Jen pulled her little skirt up to reveal her
bare crotch.  Commando was her style recently so I wasn't surprised.

   Later, after she was tended to, we cuddled for a bit while I told her
about the trip to pick up Katie and she told me about her shopping spree
with Kerrie.

   Jen had bought Kerrie her very own junior sized bullet vibrator at our
local adult book store.  She tried to get the owner to let her bring Kerrie
in to show her the place but he was concerned about legal trouble.  Jen
just purchased a couple of things and showed Kerrie in the car.  That was
one of the bag she was so quick to get into her room.

   Jen was surprised when I told her of my concern that Katie might tell
Kerrie about her recent involvement with Charles.  Like me, she was aware
of Charles' desire to not include Kerrie to that extent yet.  We agreed
that we needed to talk to Katie and maybe even get Charles into it.

   After dinner that evening, the first with all four of us together in a
long time, the girls disappeared and left Jen and I alone.  It was also the
first evening that we just chilled out.  I watched the end of a ball game
and Jen caught up on some emails.

   About nine, Kerrie came into the living room.

   "Mom, dad, look what Katie bought me.  Isn't it beautiful?"

   Kerrie was holding her chin up high with a thumb under a wide cream
colored leather collar.  It was about and inch and a half wide and had dark
pink plastic hearts about every inch around it's full length.  When she
turned, we could see a small padlock in the hasp at it's back.

   I saw motion in the hall and wasn't surprised to see Katie leaning
against her door jam.  Nodding slightly.  I started to see the way this was
going to go.

   When Katie realized she'd been noticed, she also stepped into the room.

   "Kerrie is moving into my room.  I don't have enough room for all my new
clothes and stuff so she's offered to let me use her room as a walk-in
closet.  She'll sleep with me."

   Jen looked at me for a response.  I doubted anything I said would change
events so I just shrugged.

   "Kerrie, please let daddy and I have a minute." As Kerrie turned to go,
Katie started to go too.  Jen stopped her.

   "What the hell is going on, young lady?" Jen fairly hissed.  Katie
wasn't fazed at all and stood her ground.

   "I'm going to fuck her, that's what's going on.  And you can't do a god
damned thing about it."

   I saw that coming but Jen didn't.  She was pissed.  She sputtered.

   "You can either look the other way or help me.  I don't care.  It's what
I want and it's what I'm going to do."

   "Wayne...?" Jen pleaded for my support.  Which was unusual lately.  "Do
something."

   "Can I take pictures?" I asked Katie.  Neither of them expected that
response and after a moment of stunned silence, both broke into laughter.

   "I guess I had this coming." Jen admitted when she got her breath. 
"Like mother, like daughter."

   "I'm not gonna really 'fuck' her.  Charles wants her cherry." Katie
explained.  "I'm going to teach her to eat pussy.  My pussy.  If it works
out, she'll be like a born again lez.  I dated one this week and loved
every minute of it.  She said that some working girls have gay girls as
helpers.  They do their hair, nails, hair removal, and like that.  Body
care.  They call them "Pussy Pets" or "Pussy Slaves" depending on how harsh
they treat them.  I love Kerrie and don't want to hurt her that much, so
I'm going to make her my pet."

   "I'll go slow with her.  I know she's interested in sex but it may take
me awhile to get her where I want her to be.  The collar is just the first
step.  She doesn't know its' significance yet, but she will soon.  I have
cuffs and restraints and harness for her, too.  All in due time."

   "I may have to hurt her a little at first to show her who's boss." Katie
went on with her plan.  "If you hear some weird noises, don't interrupt."

   I looked at Jen this time.  She just shrugged.

   I waited until Tuesday to call Charles.  He said everything was arranged
with his friend and to meet him at his place at ten Thursday morning.  I
wasn't real happy about this turn of events but Jen was supportive. 
According to her, some outside help would be welcome.  She even claimed
that it would be sexy if I was just a little unavailable.  Intercourse
would be the only thing affected and we didn't do that very much anymore,
anyway.

   The shop Charles took me to was actually a two car garage that had been
converted into a tattoo and piercing place.  The guy looked like an escapee
from a carnival.  Even his face was tattooed.  He carried enough metal
around with him to start his own recycling center.

   "I'll stay with you through this, Wayne.  Then we can go back to my
place for a little fun." Charles said, trying to comfort me.  "That OK with
you?" I was mixed about his moral support but the later fun part sounded
nice.

   Lizard Man had me set down in what looked like an early twentieth
century dentist's chair.  Or maybe an old barber chair.  After laying me
back, he and Charles quickly put velcro straps around each arm.  Locking me
down.  Then they removed my trousers and shorts.  Then a strap around each
thigh had me trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey.

   "Just so you don't flinch and hurt yourself." The guy said.

   "What are you going to do to me?" I asked with a shaking voice.  This
had already gone farther than I thought it would.  Then I saw Lizard Man
pick up a loaded hypodermic syringe.

   "Just a local." He said.  "So you won't feel the piercing needle."

   "Charles.  No!  You said this wouldn't be permanent."

   "I'm having you pierced in two places.  Once through the head of your
dick and the other at the base of it.  When it heals in two or three
months, I have a metal tube just your size that will slip down over you and
lock at both ends.  That should make it a lot easier to resist temptation
if one of my girls gets frisky."

   "No!  Absolutely not!  No fucking way!" I said.  I tried to get up.

   "Have it your way." Charles said and nodded to Lizard man.  I say a
flurry next to me and felt a jab in my shoulder.  As I looked to the side,
the needle was just being pulled out.  I looked back at Charles just as he
seemed to be zooming away from me into darkness.

   "Good morning, sleepy head.  Have a nice nap?" I was laying on the couch
in a strange room.  Charles was working on his laptop in a chair nearby.

   "Hey, Greg." He called out.  "He's awake."

   Greg, AKA Lizard Man, came in from another room.  "Sorry we had to do
that but I didn't want you to hurt yourself.  How do you feel?" His concern
was a little misplaced in my opinion.

   "Like shit." I said trying to sit up.  Bad idea.  Very bad head ache
told me to rest a moment.

   "You didn't bleed much.  You should heal up quick.  I've put a covering
on both your new rings just to keep them sterile for today.  Here's a
pamphlet on how to take care of them."

   He turned to Charles and said.  "I don't usually use rings that large so
if he has any trouble, call me.  I know a good doctor." Very comforting. 
Atila the Hun probably had a better bedside manner.

   They helped me get dressed and out to the car.  Later Charles gave me a
couple of pills that had me floating in seconds.  I wouldn't have cared if
they had amputated both legs at the hip.

   I was home in bed by the time the drugs wore off.  The girls were in
school and Jen was out shopping again.  It was a good thing, too.  No one
could hear me crying.

   The next morning when I took the two little bandages off I discovered I
had misunderstood Lizard Man when he mentioned the size of the rings.  Each
wasn't as big as my wedding ring in diameter.  It was the heft of the
little buggers that he was talking about.  Slightly smaller than a pencil.
They looked like links for a log chain to me.  Neatly welded shut.  I found
out later that they were titanium and to be removed would have to be ground
off.  Probably more painful than installing them.

   Jen brought me a couple of pain killers and told me to stay in bed.  I
had taken a personal day Thursday to be mutilated.  She called me in sick
on Friday.  I was.

   "It's too bad we can't fuck.  I'd kinda like to see what that thing
feels like." Jen said a few days later when the swelling was going down. 
It was still so painful I had to pee sitting down.  Touching myself scared
me.  Sex of any kind was the last thing on my mind.  I tried to tell her
what it felt like but she just shrugged it off.

   "Believe me, Wayne." She said.  "This is the best of the options.  You
don't even want to know what could have been done."

   The light went on.  Charles wasn't the instigator of all this.  Jen was.

   "You knew!?" I blurted.

   "Of course I knew." Jen was cuddled up to me.  Gently cupping all of me
and my new hardware lovingly.  "Charles wouldn't have done something like
this without discussing it with me first.  He was considering neutering
you. I threw a fit.  You don't know how lucky you are."

   I wondered if that was one of the jobs Lizard Man would do if asked and
he was paid enough.  I started to feel very, very lucky.

   To be continued...

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