For a Father's Love, part 10

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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I was so nervous standing outside the door my hands were shaking.
I wasn't even sure why I was nervous since it's not like I
haven't seen her fucking other men before. Maybe it was the fact
he was "important" and I was concerned what would happen if
Christy didn't perform to expectations. I glanced at my watch,
5:59, and one minute to spare.

I panicked when we pulled into the parking lot as there was only
five minutes to get up 15 flights of stairs and we had to park so
far from the building. I must have pushed the up button 100 times
as the elevator seemed to take forever to get to the lobby. Three
other people got on the elevator with us and of course they all
stopped on a different floor, making us that much later.

I breathed a sigh of relief as the doors opened and room 1505 was
within sight of the elevators. It's now or never. Raising my
fist, I knocked on the door and looked down at Christy. "Remember
what I told you." She nodded.

The door quickly swung open and my mouth dropped.

"Bill?"

"BOB?!" I looked again at the number on the door. 1505. It's the
right room, but I can't believe what I'm seeing.

"You've got to be fuckin' kidding me," he said, almost snickering
with a huge grin. "Hello, Christy, you remember me don't you,
from the company picnics?" Opening the door wider he called over
his shoulder, "Carl, you're not going to going to believe who
just showed up at our door!"

I felt like shit. It was bad enough I have to go through this
without involving people I have to work with too! "Come on in,"
he said, grabbing Christy by the shoulder and pulling her into
the room. I followed, passing Bob as he closed the door. I
swallowed hard seeing my boss emerge from the restroom wearing a
tank top and boxer shorts. He still had on his black socks and
wore those stupid little garter belts to keep them up.

"Bill, my boy, it's such a small world," he said, heading over to
Christy and squatting down to be eye level with her. "Hello,
Sweetheart, how are you today?" he asked with a big smile. "I'm
your daddy's boss, did you know that?" She nodded her head. I'm
sure she remembered him from all the picnics and company parties
we've gone to and once we went out on his boat for a four-hour
cruise.

Standing up, he offered me a drink and I accepted. I'll need a
few after this. "Come sit with Uncle Carl," my boss told her,
pushing her lightly on the back. I had had her put on the thin
sundress that Gil bought her earlier and pulled her damp hair
into a ponytail. They sat together on the bed and Carl put his
arm around her.

"You know, Bill, I've been all over the world meeting with cute
little sweeties like Christy and to think all this time I had one
right in my back yard. You've been very bad holding out on us,"
he said with a jolly chuckle.

Movement to my left turned my attention to Bob unbuttoning his
shirt. Damn they're not wasting any time.

"Stand up, let me get a good look at you," Carl said, helping her
off the bed. She stood facing him and he shook his head while
speaking. "You are quite the little angel, aren't you? When James
told me he had a fresh new girl he wanted us to 'meat' I was
excited, but had no idea it was you. Since the first time I laid
eyes on you I wanted you and made sure your father invited you to
every company function just so that I could see you again. If I'd
known all this time your daddy was dicking you, I would have
offered him a promotion just to share with him," he said winking
at me. "Now I don't have to."

Bob laughed at that and approached them wearing only his briefs
with a very obvious bulge in the front. I never knew his legs
were so white. He's got to get out in the sun more. No wonder he
always wore slacks even when we were invited to Carl's house to
swim. Gripping the zipper on Christy's dress, he lowered it until
the top of the mini-thong was visible. I thought it would be a
good addition to have her wear that but now I'm regretting it.
That makes me look as if I'm encouraging her to be sexual, which
in a way I guess I am.

Slowly he pulled the dress off her shoulders and lowered it until
it draped over her legs from the waist. "My God, you're
beautiful," Carl said leaning over to kiss each of her nipples.
Bob began kissing her neck, kneeling as he moved lower down her
spine. I poured another drink and sat at the table.

Carl lifted his fat ass and jerked his boxers off, tossing them
to the side. His short, thick cock stuck straight up and looked
pasty white. "Say hello to my little friend," he said with a very
poor impersonation of Al Pacino, leaning back on his elbows.
Putting her hands on both legs, she bent over and took his cock
into her mouth slurping and sucking loud enough for me to hear
across the room.

Bob slid her dress down to her feet and had her step out of it,
not missing a beat sucking. He kissed around the thong and got
great pleasure out of pulling the string into her crack until it
disappeared. Once it was removed, he slobbered and licked her
butt crack from the bottom of her spine all the way between her
legs and even got under her, looking up to reach her pussy.

"Carl, you've gotta taste this pussy. Sweet as nectar."

"Don't worry, I plan to sample everything she has to offer," he
replied, holding the back of her head while pushing more of his
cock into her mouth. "That's it, Sweetheart, suck Uncle Carl's
cock like a good little girl." I wasn't sure what that uncle crap
was about but he must have some issues with a niece or something.
"Oh, yes, that's it. Suck just like that. You're doing great," he
moaned.

"Let's get her on the bed so I can eat her better," Bob said,
standing. Carl propped two pillows up against the headboard and
leaned against them, shaking his thick, six-inch cock towards
her. She crawled between his legs and resumed sucking while Bob
pulled off his underwear and threw them over his shoulder,
landing about three feet from me. His cock was not as thick as
mine, but looked to be about the same length.

Lying on his back, he scooted until his head was between her legs
and pulled her pussy closer to his mouth. He moaned and lapped at
her, mumbling how good she tasted every few seconds. I reached
for the bottle and poured my third rum and coke for the night.
The alcohol was warming and relaxed me.

"Let's switch," Bob said, crawling out from under her. "That way
you can fuck her first."

"I think that honor went to Bill," Carl said, smiling my way.
"But I don't mind a close second though." I wasn't sure what Dr.
Brown told him, but by my count he's barely in the top 10. I
smiled, wondering what he'd say or do if he knew six different
men already fucked her today. I won't tell him and it'll be my
secret.

Her screech returned my attention back to the bed. Carl was on
top of her and Bob was trying to push his cock into her mouth.
"Watch the teeth, Honey," he mumbled pulling back a little. That
was something I was going to have to work on with her as she's
nicked me several times while sucking too.

Carl is what you could call portly but not quite obese although
over the past 12 years I've worked for him, he's gained about 40
pounds and looked about 10 years older than he truly was. He was
out of shape and was puffing and grunting as he pumped back and
forth into her.

"Bob, you've got to try this pussy, it's great," he panted,
rolling onto his back next to her. Bob quickly shifted around,
pushing his dick into her. She grunted and turned her face to see
me. I smiled and made a stern face at her. On the way over I told
her how important it was that she do a really good job with these
guys, as they were very important. I wanted her to really get
into it and swivel her hips, thrust her ass and suck like she's
never sucked before. Slowly she began to rotate her ass as he
pounded hard into her.

Thank God I gave her that Percocet earlier as she'd be screaming
in pain from all the abuse she received to day. Right now I'm
sure she's only feeling a dull ache and maybe not even that.

"I hear you love it in the ass," Carl said, pinching her closest
nipple. She knew not to refuse them anything and faked a smile
while nodding. "That's great because I love anal sex and the ole
wife just isn't into it, you know what I mean?" She smiled again
looking my way. I wasn't sure if she knew what he meant but it
didn't matter, he thought she did.

"Take a break, Bob," he said getting on his knees. "I want to
fuck her ass now." Bob got off her and laid where Carl had been a
few minutes earlier with his back against the pillows and
pointing his cock at her. She shifted around onto her knees and
leaned over to suck his cock again. Carl got behind her and
pushed his fat pud into her asshole. She squeaked like a trapped
rat as he forced his cock into her ass without any lubrication.
She's going to feel that later.

For the next hour I sat watching as the two of them took turns
fucking her every way they wanted, not stopping or taking a
break. Bob came at least once in her pussy and I was sure Carl
busted a nut in her ass and he was getting close to a second
time. Standing next to the bed he watched as Bob pounded her
pussy as if he was attempting to beat a personal best. "Yea,
that' it, fuck the little slut," Carl encouraged.

Walking towards me he fixed another drink and gulped it down
standing less than a foot from me, his sweat dripping on the
floor between my feet. Once the glass was empty, he slammed it
down, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glared down
at me. "She ever been airtight?" he asked casually, as if
wondering about her going to Disneyland or something. I knew what
he meant and shook my head. The encounter with Gil was the first
time she'd ever been with two men at the same time.

"Come, get undressed, let's see how tight she gets with three
cocks in her." Bob was starting to grunt and Carl quickly turned
towards them. "Bob, don't cum, save it, we're going to make this
whore airtight. I'm taking her ass. You two fight over the other
holes. I don't care who gets what as long as I'm in her ass."

Bob grabbed her with both hands and rolled over with her, putting
her on top. Carl hastily knelt between their legs and began
forcing his stub into her ass. "Looks like you've got her mouth,
Bill," he said, grabbing her hips as he began stroking back and
forth.

Removing my clothes, I knelt next to the trio and pointed my
stiff cock towards her face. She closed her eyes and opened her
mouth, taking me in until she gagged. "That's an impressive cock
you've got there, Bill," Carl said, increasing his speed.

The three of us worked on her in unison and I had to admit it was
more exciting than simply watching her with one or two men. The
fact that she's so young and able to handle three large cocks was
impressive. "Shit, I'm cumming!" Bob yelled out, wrapping his
arms around her and pulling her to his chest.

"I can feel you cumming," Carl called out with a huge grin. Both
of us kept at her for several more minutes until Bob's cock
slipped out. "Bill, take Bob's place. I like the tightness of her
ass with a cock in her pussy."

Carl grabbed her around the chest and leaned back, allowing Bob
to crawl out from under them. I looked at her reddened pussy
dripping the results of two ejaculations within 15 minutes
leaking onto the comforter. I slid under them and felt around for
her hole with the tip of my cock. My cock was getting coated by
his cum and it became difficult forcing it into her slippery hole
with Carl's fat cock taking up so much room.

After several unsuccessful tries, I lunged hard on my final
attempt and my cock slithered deep inside her warm hole. "Damn
she just got super tight," Carl cried out, resuming the plunging
of her ass. She hardly made a sound as I began thrusting up and
down, sawing back and forth like a mad man.

"Shit, I'm going to cum," Carl grunted as our two cocks rubbed
each other through her thin vaginal membranes. I was close too
and didn't want to hold out. I wanted to flood her with my cum,
filling her so full she would drip sperm for a week. I felt the
first jerk of Carl's cock and knew he was cumming.

Closing my eyes I threw my arms around her and grunted loudly as
my cock quickly followed Carl's. We were both panting and
sweating with Christy pinned between us, trying to recover from
our incredible orgasms. Sex had always been great and I had it
every chance I got, but discovering sex with multiple performers
was 10 times better than one on one. I knew I'd found my new
obsession. "Damn," was all Carl could muster as he slowly backed
away.

"You're not shitting, Carl," I huffed, trying to catch my breath.

"If you boys are finished, I'd like another turn with the little
lady," Bob chimed in, moving to take Carl's place. My cock
flopped out, releasing a gush of liquids onto my pubes but I
didn't care, I was in bliss.

"You boys keep on fucking her all you want," Carl said, stumbling
out of bed. "I'd better get home before the old ball and chain
sends out the National Guard looking for me. I told her I'd be
home around 7:30 and it's about that now."

Bob had already pushed his cock into her pussy and was pumping
back and forth. She was flat on my stomach and chest with her
arms and legs on either side of me and I could feel his balls
dragging across mine with every stroke. Craning my neck, I
whispered in her ear, "Make it good for him."

She let out a small moan and I felt her body rocking slightly in
tune to his. That's my girl. The smell of sex filled the room.
The sounds of her sloppy pussy being reamed yet again and the
tickling of my balls made my cock begin to stir. Bob suddenly
yanked his cock from her and shoved it into her ass without
missing a stroke.

Reaching down, I positioned my growing erection under her,
feeling for the opening I knew was there. Following the gooey
trail, I found her hole and forced the semi-erect head back into
her, feeling the sliding motion of Bob just a centimeter away. I
closed my eyes and lay still while he masturbated me through her
ass.

"Bill," Carl said, sitting on the bed to put on his shoes. "I
want you to come to my office the first thing Monday morning to
discuss your future with the company."

"My future?" I asked, not sure what he meant.

"Yes my boy. I think I have a VP opening that you'll be prefect
for. Just meet me in my office on Monday and I'll iron things
out. I've got the room all night and you boys can keep her here
as long as you want."

My eyes widened with excitement. For over 10 years I've seen
junior employees pass me with promotions and men who were less
qualified and not as diligent get raises and promotions, while I
struggled to reach just one position above where I started 12
years ago. This is great news and I only wish that Julie were
here to see it.

My eyes followed Carl as he left the room and the news from him
re-energized me as my thrusts became almost brutal against young
my daughter. I was excited, invigorated and now sexually charged,
slamming hard into her. I'm not sure if it was my stroking that
triggered him or if he was getting close already, but when I felt
his cock jerking inside her ass I welded my crotch to hers,
following suit.

It took a good five minutes before he backed away and headed for
the bathroom. I rolled Christy over and rubbed my slimy cock
against her lips. "Open up for Daddy," I said, giving the tip one
good push against her mouth. She obeyed and sucked in about half
of my semi-erect cock.

The toilet flushed and Bob returned, naked, and sat next to us on
the bed. "Christy, have you ever had your face painted?" I
stopped stroking and looked at him. She looked up at me and then
to him nodding and I tried to remember who had cum on her face.

"Last year," she said with a partial grin, looking up at him.
Last year?!? She couldn't have gotten a facial last year as she
didn't even know what cum was until I showed her.

"Who painted you face, Sweetie?" he asked, rubbing the back of
his hand against her cheek.

"I don't know her name, but it was at the carnival, remember
Daddy?" she asked, looking up at me with her childlike smile. Bob
and I looked at each other and busted out laughing. Poor innocent
girl. She has a lot to learn.

"Would you like for me and your Daddy to paint your Fface,
Sweetie?" She smiled and nodded.

"Can I get a butterfly?" Again we chuckled.

"No, but I think we can do a cream-fly, would you like that
instead?"

"Okay," she said, smiling.

Bob and I both knelt on either side of her face and began
stroking our cocks. She watched us with suspicious curiosity but
didn't move as her eyes darted from one cock to the other.

"I'm going to be quick," he mumbled as he doubled his pace,
concentrating on the head. I did the same and watched as the
first rope of cum shot out of his cock and landed across her
right eye and cheek. His second shot was aimed a little higher
and left a four-inch wad from the bridge of her nose to above her
eyebrow. This set me off and my first volley narrowly missed his
third shot, to land across her left cheek and nose.

Her eyes were tightly closed as our slime criss-crossed her face
until neither of us had any more spunk and there wasn't much skin
exposed under our cum. "Damn, that was hot," Bob said, shaking
the last drop off onto her nearest cheek. I did one better and
had her suck out the white pearl bubbling from the tip.

"Now leave our paint on your face, okay Sweetie?" The expression
on her face was priceless and I wished I had a camera. "Well,
Bill, I need to run too. Don't want to keep the Missus waiting
much longer." He got out of bed and went to take a quick shower.

"Daddy, can I clean my face now?"

"No Honey, not right now. I'll tell you when." She groaned and
made a weird face. "We need to be heading out soon too, but we'll
wait until Mr. Bob goes and then we'll leave, okay?"

"Then can I clean my face?"

"We'll see. We'll see."

I laid next to her, holding her and watching as some of the cum
dripped down into her hair and the thinner parts started to dry
and crack. She looked like she had on one of those expensive
facial masks and I knew I'd be doing this again real soon. She
just looks so fucking sexy covered with cum like that.

Bob came out and dressed, watching Christy as he did. "I think I
have a new favorite girl," he said, winking at her. "I only
wished you'd let us in on this a lot sooner. She's been the talk
around the company for a few years now. Too bad you waited so
long to share her." I could only smile. I didn't wait, I just
never did anything like this before until a few days ago but he
didn't need to know that.

Bending over, he kissed the top of her forehead, the only place
on her face not covered with cum. "Until next time, Sweetie," he
said to her. Turning towards me he said, "We'll see you bright
and early on Monday. I think you're going to enjoy your new
position." I smiled. I've worked long and hard for an opportunity
to prove myself and now I finally got one.

Leaning down, I kissed Christy right on the lips. I didn't care
that she had our cum all over, I was just ecstatic that I was
finally getting a promotion. "Let's go home, Honey, we need to
celebrate Daddy's new job.

"Can I clean my face now, Daddy?"

"Not yet, just get dressed, I'll tell you when it's okay to."

She struggled to dress, not wanting to get the cum on her new
dress but my little girl wasn't very successful. Once we were
both ready to go, I opened the doorway and we stepped outside. An
older gentleman across the hall was opening his door and turned
when we entered the hall. He did a double take when he noticed
Christy's face and quickly disappeared behind his door.

"Okay, Honey, you can clean your face now."

She stared up at me with a blank look. "How?"

Grabbing the hem of her new skirt I lifted it all the way to her
face, exposing the fact that she didn't have on panties to anyone
who may come down the hallway. I was a little disappointed when
no one did and she was able to get her dress down before anyone
saw her. The residual cum still coated her face; it wasn't as
noticeable but huge patches were still stuck in various places.

"Let's go home," I said, taking her hand and rubbing the bulge in
my pants. "We've got some unfinished business to take care of."

~ end of part 10