Corporate Promotion part 2 (Mg, MMg, Fg, incest, pedo)

   A complete work of fiction.

   Please read previous parts for character background

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   To think, here I was in a pool in Daytona Beach with Mr.  Jenkins
(sorry, Dale) the senior vice president of the firm I work for.  That's odd
enough by itself.  Add the fact that I had been lustfully watching a little
angle in a white bikini alongside him and he had groped my cock through my
suit under the water makes this story interesting.  The real kicker was
discovering that the blond-haired beauty was Dale's daughter and I had just
watched him grasping her wet little bottom and press his thumb against her
pussy lips make this the most extraordinary vacation I have ever been on.

   After Dale tossed little Vicky into the air she plunged into the water.
We watched to see where she would emerge.  She was evidently an excellent
swimmer.  She stayed under water for a few seconds and emerged right in
front of me., leaping into my arms this time.  Instinct had my arms
wrapping around her tiny frame and hugging her close.

   The feeling was amazing.  I'm a child watcher, not to be confused with a
full-blown pedophile.  I'd never actually touched a child (before now). 
I've always been satisfied with trolling the Malls, parks and swimming
pools to get an eye-full of the little girls in their own environment. 
Later, in the privacy and safety of my own home, my vivid visual memory and
over active imagination would take over as I stroked myself off. 
Sometimes, if the girls were cute enough, I could 'handle' myself for many
days on one encounter.

   This skinny tanned little goddess in her too tight white bikini wedged
way up between her precious but cheeks would have fed my 'activities' for
weeks or more.  In fact, she had me so enamored that I had allowed myself
to be caught off guard several times this morning.  Luckily for me, I
wasn't caught by an undercover security guard or an over-protective mother.
I was caught by my boss who, it would seem, also enjoyed the sexiness of
his daughter - and her touch.

   We played together in the pool for several hours.  Tossing Vicky into
the air, back and forth.  Each time she would swim a distance and emerge
into the arms of the other.  Each time I got braver and would run my hands
over her slick wet body.  I had never had this kind of contact with a child
- ever.  And I was having a time maintaining myself.  Twice I though my
cock would break off from being so stiff and tried to take a bathroom break
to relieve some pressure.  Each time she would give me a pouty look and beg
me to stay - usually while her arms and legs were wrapped around me tightly
and my hands on her naked ass.

   At about 11:30 our playing had settled down a bit and the three of us
gathered at the 4FT mark on the pool.  Vicky was leaned back on her father
with her arms overhead and around her dads neck.  Her legs, floating toward
me and her feet roaming around my body.  Dale's hands caressed her little
frame, more than once cupping her tiny girl boobies and tweaking her little
nipples.

   "Come closer," she said to me, "hold me up, I'm tired."

   I slid forward to allow her to wrap her legs around my waist as I
reached under and cupped her little ass.  What a sight we were, a young
11-year old girl sandwiched between two over-forties men.  One groping her
underdeveloped breasts, the other her exposed bottom.

   "I'm getting hungry," Dale said.

   "Me too daddy, can Dohney come have lunch with us?"

   "Sure why not.  Go wake up your mom and we'll go to the room for a
bite." Mom?!  I hadn't thought of mom.  Where was she while two old guys
were groping her daughter?  Vicky swam away and climbed up the ladder.  Us
two peepers soaking in the sight of her adorable wet ass cheeks as she
emerged.  She took a few steps and paused.  Then she looked seductively
over her should in our direction and reached back to extract the white suit
from her ass-crack with a smile.

   We both sighed and smiled at each other.  "Let's go round up the ladies
and get some food" Dale said to me.  As we made our way in the direction
Vicky had run to, Dale asked me questions about my work at the firm.  I was
beginning to bore him with the details of what I did as an art director for
his marketing department when we rounded the corner to the Hot tub.

   One more shock, but I was getting used to these this morning at this
point.  Vicky was in the Hot tub with her arms wrapped around the young
woman I had met earlier this morning.  Sandy interrupted Dale's
introduction of me telling him that we had already met.

   "Vicky wants you to join us for lunch.," Sandy paused to search for my
name.  Vicky whispered my name in her ear.  ".Dohney.  Will you be joining
us?"

   I know the water was bubbling but I could swear that Vicky's hand was
resting on or even caressing her mother's enhanced boobs just under the
water.  "It would be my pleasure, if you don't mind" I replied.

   Both girl's eyes seemed to drop in unison to the tent in my suit as
Sandy replied, "No, it will be our pleasure I'm sure."

   The ladies emerged from the hot tub finally giving me a better look at
Sandy's lovely body.  I knew she looked young before but now I was sure. 
She seemed much younger than Dale, maybe even too young to be Vicky's
natural mother.  I didn't ask, but Dale leaned in and said, "I did good to
marry into such a hot mother daughter team didn't I?" and nudged my arm.

   I didn't bring a towel and Sandy only brought the three for her family.
Being a good host she tossed one to me as we made our way to the elevators.
"You and Vicky can share this one."

   I toweled off quickly and as we entered the elevator I noticed Vicky
shaking from the chill of the air conditioning on her nearly naked body.  I
started to drape the towel over her shoulders when Sandy interjected,
"Vicky take that suit off and let our new fried get you good and dry" Vicky
dropped her bottoms in a moment and lifted her hair for me to untie her
bikini top.  Still not sure how far I could go with her mother watching, I
resisted pausing to take in the fact that there was a little girl naked in
the elevator with me and her parents.  The other option was better anyway
as I draped the towel over her shoulders and began running my hands all
over her body.  I had squatted down with my hands cupping her bottom again
when mom said, "Spread 'em young lady I want you good and dry and not
dripping on the floor when we get into the room."

   Turned to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, spread her legs and
allowed me to pat the towel into her crotch.  I looked up to see what the
parents were doing.  Dale was checking his Blackberry and Sandy had removed
her top and was toweling off her perfectly shaped boobs.  Whoever had done
her enhancement had done a wonderful job.  They were perfect - in my humble
opinion.

   I stayed squatted on the floor with Vicky hugged up tightly, to get
warm, for several minutes while the elevator lifted us to the top floor. 
"Here baby put this on before the elevator stops." Mom called out as she
tossed an adult's tee-shirt our way.  Vicky shrugged off the towel and
slipped the shirt over her head and arms.  The plain white tee-shirt was
stunning on her (did I mention how much I like white on a tanned little
girl?  It brings out the golden tan but also adds to the appearance of
innocence and vulnerability.  Very sexy.) The way her puffy little tits
gently pushed against the fabric made me smile.  My smile made Vicky smile.

   When the elevator doors opened Vicky launched out ahead of us and
bounced own the hallway.  Each bounce floating the bottom of the shirt up
to expose her adorable little ass.  I nearly let the doors close on me as I
remained squatted and watching the child playfully bounding away.

   Part three brings us into the room for lunch, and we eat more than ham
sandwiches.  Stay tuned.

   Comments, story direction suggestions, etc.  are welcome. 
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