For a Father's Love, Part 12

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

Special thanks to Laura McNaughton for all her efforts on
editing!

***

Christy was still sleeping; her body skewed, using my stomach as
a pillow. Drool pooled under her mouth filling my navel and it
wasn't much of a debate to know what needed to be done to relieve
my throbbing erection. Redirecting it towards her lips, I brushed
it slightly to and fro, pressing the tip against her teeth to
encourage her to open her mouth wider.

Slowly she moved and her lips automatically parted as I pushed
the head fully inside, shuddering from the warmth it provided.
She sucked lightly, drawing another inch inside, slowly shifting
her face closer. I moaned from the sensation. I wasn't going to
push for her to try and get it too deep right now; her throat was
still raw from what we did last night.

I closed my eyes smiling as my thoughts returned to last night.
Julie was one of the few women who could fully deep throat my
cock and she told me before how she "trained" herself to do it as
a teen. She was a few years older than Christy, but I was sure
the same principles would apply. I knew it would be a long, hard
process, but it was something that she needed to learn to do.

"Any girl can put a cock in her mouth, but it takes a special
girl to do it right," I told her before starting her lesson. "You
want to be able to fully please a man with your mouth and the
best way to do that is to take him completely inside your
throat." Her eyes widened when I said that but after showing her
a few "deep throat" videos on the internet, she believed it was
possible.

"There's a button at the back of your throat that's called a 'gag
button'," I explained as her face crinkled up.

"Is it that dangly thingy?" she asked innocently. I smiled,
nodding. She didn't need to fully understand everything right
now, just enough to do it correctly.

"You've got to learn to control your gag button or you'll never
be able to deep throat a cock like you should. You know when you
swallow your food how your throat opens up? Well you need to do
the same thing when a man puts his cock inside your mouth." I
handed her a glass of water and explained that I wanted her to
slowly drink it so she could "feel" her throat as it opened, so
she'll know what muscles to use.

While she drank, I headed for the kitchen and grabbed a carrot
and a hot dog. She'll need to take baby steps before she can
learn to walk. The long, slender tip of the carrot easily fit
inside her throat, but she kept gagging and several times she
nearly threw up. For over an hour I had her repeatedly shoving
them to the back of her mouth until she no longer gagged.

I allowed her to take a break and headed back to the kitchen to
boil some eggs. This will be the final test. If she can swallow a
hard-boiled egg whole then she will be able to swallow a harden
cock, provided it's not too thick. I smiled, thinking that mine
be the first cock she'll deep throat and she'll provide oral
gratification to countless men because of what I was teaching her
tonight.

She was sitting still naked in bed when I returned with the three
eggs in a bowl of olive oil. She was curious what they were for
and her eyes bugged out when I explained what I wanted her to do.
They were medium sized and though large for her throat, they were
about the size she needed to practice on to be able to do it on
the real thing.

It was already after midnight when we began and it took her
twenty minutes just to get it to her throat without gagging. I
even helped by pushing it with my finger, hoping the extra
pressure would push it down. When she finally got it in, it got
stuck and she began to panic, thrashing her arms about as she
struggled to breathe. I could see just the tip of the egg at the
very back of her mouth and did the Heimlich to dislodge it.

Giving her water, I waited until her breathing returned to normal
and her eyes stopped tearing before we continued. "You'll have to
get at least one down before we stop, okay?" Slowly she nodded
and I pulled out another egg, bringing it to her lips. She closed
her eyes, opened her mouth and I pushed it in as far as I could
with my finger.

It was almost 1 am when she got it into her throat but this time,
she didn't panic as it got stuck. I coached her through it,
telling her to keep swallowing and watched as the large lump
distending her neck inched its way lower. She looked like a
pelican trying to swallow an over-sized fish as the knot slowly
moved downward. She hadn't had a breath of air for almost a
minute before she again started to panic and I grabbed her throat
and helped push it down.

Finally it disappeared from her neck and she could breathe once
again, as she gasped and panted, choking at times to get air
inside her lungs. Her face was red, her eyes and nose running and
she held her hands to her chest. "Great job, Honey!" I
complimented, pulling her close. "You did it!"

Giving her more water, I waited until she calmed down and kissed
her. "Now it's time to try it on the real thing," I said,
pointing my cock towards her. She swallowed hard and stared at
it. "Come on, Christy, do it." She moved closer and put her lips
over the tip. Grabbing her behind the head, I pulled her closer,
sinking nearly half of my cock into her mouth and feeling the
back of her throat. She gagged once as I applied more pressure.

Using both hands I pulled her harder against me, sending the head
around the bend and she pulled back, struggling to get free. My
cock head had made it inside her throat and she didn't gag. That
was enough for tonight. We'll have more time later to go further.

"Now I want you to suck me, taking my cock by yourself as deep as
you can. I know your throat is sore, but you need to practice
doing it yourself so you'll get better." I laid back and watched
as she repeatedly gagged herself, trying to do what she saw the
women doing on the videos. When I finally came I didn't warn her
so that she could get accustomed to it when men unexpectedly do
that.

I pulled her close and kissed her, tasting myself on her breath,
and we fell asleep holding each other. Around 3 am I woke up with
another hard on and pushed her head down towards my cock so that
she could suck me off again. After cumming, I fell asleep with
her still nursing my shrinking cock. That's where I found her
when I woke up, hard and ready for more.

There was a knock at my back door. That was strange as no one
comes around to the back. Grabbing my robe I headed to see who it
was. I saw Fred standing there through the windows and sighed. It
was only 9 am and he was already here. Swinging the door open, he
came in without saying a word and headed straight for my bedroom.
He knew she'd be there.

I followed, watching as he removed his shoes, looking down at her
slumbering nudeness. She had fallen back to sleep once I came
again and the mucus was still clotting around her parted lips.

"Wendy's at church," he said, pulling his tee shirt over his head
and dropping it to the floor. "I told her I wasn't feeling well
and to go without me. I've got about an hour to spend with her,"
he added, stepping out of his shorts exposing his erection. She
was resting on her side and he rolled her onto her back,
positioning himself between her legs. Her eyes fluttered open as
she felt the familiar sensation of something moving between her
legs. She let out a grunt as he entered her roughly.

I needed to pee and left them, hearing the tapping of the
headboard like the beating of a tribal war drum over the flow of
my urine. Her grunts and his moans could be heard as I returned
and watched for a few minutes while he took his pleasure from
her. I hadn't eaten since last night and headed for the kitchen
to make breakfast. Christy should be working up quite an appetite
with everything she's done lately.

She loves omelets so that's what I decided to make her and went
all out, putting everything in it she likes, including a load of
cum before rolling it up. Setting her place at the table, I went
to check on them. It's been about 20 minutes since he started
fucking her and I didn't think he could last much longer.
Besides, I didn't want her food to get cold.

Stepping into the room I stopped when I noticed Fred had his back
against the wall with Christy slumped between his legs sucking
his cock. "Look at this shit!" he called out when he saw me.
"She's damned near taking my whole cock in her mouth!" I smiled
at her efforts. That's my girl.

Standing at the foot of the bed I looked at her ass and reddened
pussy pointed towards me. It was all glossy and leaking fresh cum
so I knew he already busted a nut inside her. Dropping my robe, I
crawled behind her and eased myself into her gooey hole. I
couldn't get fully hard so only my head made it inside. I'll have
to give myself a little time to recharge as I've cum so much
these past few days.

Once he came inside her mouth he had her get on her back, her
legs spread wide, while he took a few close-up pictures of her
leaking slit. A few more with her on her hands and knees from
behind and several full body shots, including her face. I was
worried about those but he assured me they were only for him to
see. Then just like that, he dressed and left, saying that Wendy
had some kind of meeting at the church today at 4 and he'd be
back when she left.

I was very surprised for the rest of the day that no one came
over from Dr. Brown. There were no calls to take her to someone
and we weren't bothered when we went out to eat after Fred left
for the second time. We did spend a lot of time in bed making
love and practicing her new deep throat techniques, which she was
getting much better at.

***

I dropped her off at school with a fresh load of cum dripping
into her panties and told her I'd see her after work. I wasn't
sure how long I'd be working as I wasn't sure what plans Carl had
in mind for me. I smiled thinking of my new promotion. It's been
so frustrating watching as so many less qualified men, and yes,
there aren't any women in upper management, passed over me for
positions for which I was much better equipped. Now it's my turn.
I couldn't wait to get to work and start my new career.

"Mr. Sharp is in a meeting, he wants you to take a seat and wait
for him," his secretary informed. I sat on the leather sofa to
wait and cringed when Brad Johnson walked over to Sharon and was
let in to see him. He's only worked here for about five years and
was promoted almost three years ago to a vice president position
over me. I'd been here twice as long and have a lot more
experience. It should have been me to get that job!

Chris Watson and Bryan Sharp walked in, laughing and joking, and
were waved right in to see Carl. Bryan I could understand getting
a top position, he's Carl's son, but Chris is about as
incompetent as you can get and flunked out of his first year of
college. He isn't qualified to clean floors, let alone be someone
who decides my future.

For ten minutes no one else entered the office and finally
Sharon's phone beeped. She answered it, looked at me and told me
I could go in. I was as nervous as I was the first time I
interviewed for my job and my palms were sweating. Straightening
my tie, I opened the door and went in.

Carl was behind his huge desk; Bob was sitting in an over-sized
leather seat next to the desk with Bryan and Chris sitting on the
sofa and Brad was sitting with the new black guy that just
started about eight months ago. Rumors around the company was
that he's an ex-con who did four years in prison for dealing
drugs and got out about a year ago. I often see him
smooth-talking all the female employees and he thinks he's quite
the lady killer. I briefly wondered why he was here and more
specifically, why he was working for the company

"Sit," Carl said, pointing to the only available chair. "I
believe you know everyone here, don't you?" Glancing around once
more, my eyes focused on the new guy.

"I don't believe we've met," I said, staring at him.

"This is Ty Jackson, my new VP of reproduction," Carl said to a
round of snickers. I had no idea what everyone found so funny,
but I was getting an uneasy feeling about this.

"I thought you wanted to see me today, sir," I said, turning my
attention back to Carl.

"Yes, I did, my boy, but I wanted a few of my staff to be here as
well. I want to discuss your new role with the company as VP of
Entertainment."

"Entertainment? I don't understand."

"As you know, Bill, our company has been growing rapidly over the
past few years, in part by landing several key accounts overseas.
Our people meet with their people and we exchange ideas and
services and come to an agreement, do I make myself clear?" I
stared at him, totally baffled.

"Uh, no Sir, not really." Brad and Chris both chuckled under
their breath.

Pulling out a cigar, he lit it and took several puffs, blowing
the smoke in my direction. "We use our assets to entice
executives from various companies to sign lucrative agreements
with us. Until recently we had to outsource our assets and pull
various strings to make that happen. Now, we have an in-house
asset we can utilize whenever the need arises." He reclined back
and stared at me. "As my new head of entertainment, you'll be
responsible to coordinate the use of our asset to further our
company's growth."

He leaned forward, still staring at me. "I can tell by the look
on your face that you still don't understand." I nodded. "I guess
I'll have to spell it out then. Christy is a very pretty girl and
I'll be using her to get large contracts."

"Using her?"

"Come on, Bill, think about it. You're not a stupid man. What
happened on Saturday was just the beginning. A lot of top
executives love little girls but asking for them can get them
into a world of trouble so we arrange for them to spend time with
young girls to do with whatever they want and in exchange, they
sign very profitable deals with us. Everyone wins."

I couldn't believe I was hearing this. He wants me to allow
Christy to fuck men so that he can get more business? I was numb
from this. It's bad enough that Brown has her fucking men we
don't know and Fred's blackmailing me to fuck her and now my boss
wants me to set her up to do the same?

"How much do you make a year?" he asked, crushing out his cigar.

"Fify-three."

"Fify-three, huh? Well, starting today, you'll be making
sixty-five and that's just for starters. For every contract we
sign because of Christy, you'll get a half a percent of the
value. We're talking multi-million dollar contracts here, Bill.
Do you know how much that will be for a 20 million dollar
contract?" He waited for a reply, but I was still thinking about
what he just said about setting her up to be fucked. "100,000
dollars. Think about it, Bill, that's a lot of money just to have
her spread her legs a few times. The company wins, you win, we
all win!"

My head was spinning. That is a lot of money and it's not like
she not doing it already so I might as well get paid too, right?
Brown's making money setting her up with men so why shouldn't I?
I am her father, after all, and I'm more entitled to make money
off of her than anyone.

"Is her passport up to date?" he asked, snapping me from my
thoughts.

"Huh, what did you say, Sir?"

"Her passport. She has one and it's still valid, right?"

"Um, yes, yes Sir, she does, and it's still valid, why?"

"She'll be taking a trip with us and will need her passport. I've
already applied for the visa electronically and we'll be leaving
at 6 tonight."

"Wait, wait, wait... what did you say? Taking her someplace?
Where? Why?"

"James has been giving her rave reviews and sent several photos
of her to Chernov, the head of the Orchid Organization in the
Ukraine. He wants to meet her in person. You should feel honored
as no one gets to meet him until they've proven themselves
worthy."

"She's not going without me," I blurted out.

"I'm afraid she is. You can't go. Don't worry, she'll only be
gone until Friday or Saturday. I think you'll survive until
then." I was speechless. He can't do this! I'll quit before
allowing my daughter to go someplace like that and with people I
don't know!

"Don't worry, Bill," he seemed to sense my concern. "James and a
few Orchid members will be traveling with us as well. We'll go by
private jet with a stop over in Seattle before going on." I was
feeling sick to my stomach.

"What if I say no," I asked, staring back at him.

"You don't want to do that, Bill. You've got too much to lose to
start fighting us now. Remember, James still has you by the balls
and I'm offering you a very big raise just to go along with us.
Either you're in with us or you're in jail for the rest of your
life. The choice is yours."

I scanned the room at all the faces staring back at me. Why did
they have to be here? Was it to further humiliate me? Turning
back to Carl I lowered my head. There really isn't any way I can
refuse this. If I go along, I'll make a ton of money and if I
don't I'll rot in prison. Not much to choose from. "Can I go
along and maybe stay in the hotel while she meets with... that
guy?" I asked, not remembering his name.

"Afraid not. They don't want you anywhere near them right now."

"Them? I thought it would only be one man."

He chuckled. "Bill, you don't understand, do you. Christy is now
our whore and will do everything we tell her and being her
father, you'll need to make sure she understands that. Do I make
myself clear?"

I swallowed hard and put my head down to look at my shoes. "Cheer
up, Bill, it's not the end of the world, in fact it's the
beginning. Just think of all the traveling she'll do, seeing new
things and experiencing new cultures. Very few girls get that
opportunity."

"What about school? She can't miss that much school and not cause
problems."

"We've already taken care of that. In fact, she's no longer
enrolled at Lincoln Elementary. She'll be privately taught by
Orchid teachers. After our meeting here, the six of us are all
going to check on her to make sure she's up for the trip. James
will meet us there as well to make sure she understands what's
required of her."

Everyone there had a big smile on his face except for me. "Has
she ever fucked a black man before?" Carl asked out-of-the-blue.
The question caught me off guard and I had to ask what he said
and shook my head once he repeated the question.

"I hope Ty doesn't ruin her for the rest of us. You know what
they say, once you go black, you never go back," he said to a
round of laughter.

"Don't worry 'bout me, sir," Brad said groping his package. "I
think I've got enough to keep her on our side."

"Man, fuck you," Ty said, giving him a stern look.

"You haven't seen his cock, have you?" he asked Brad. "The
bastard's hung like a fuckin' mule! Why do you think he's my VP
of reproduction?" Everyone laughed except for me.

Turning to me with a big smile, he said, "Bill, take the rest of
the day off. Go home and find her passport and call me when you
have it. I'll send someone for it."

"Can I at least see her before she leaves?"

"No, she's, uh, indisposed right now. You'll see her Friday or
Saturday at the latest. That is unless Chernov takes a real
liking to her and decides to keep her for himself!"

I couldn't move I was so shocked. How can this be happening? How
did it get this bad? What am I going to do now? A million
questions ran through my mind but the same answer always popped
up. There's nothing you can do so don't fight them as I'll only
lose, big time. Slowly I got up and headed towards the door,
listening to the hushed whispers from the others.

"Don't forget to call me when you have her passport, Bill," Carl
called out to remind me. I went down the hall a dejected man, my
shoulders slumped, my head down and shuffling my feet as I
walked. "There's nothing you can do about this," I mumbled to
myself.

In the parking lot I sat in my car for nearly twenty minutes,
unable to think and not wanting to drive. Where would I go
anyway? It's almost as if I've lost Christy just as I did Julie.
Starting the car I went home, my mind full of thoughts of what
would happen if I tried to stop them. Pulling into the drive I
parked out and went to the front door.

"You're home early," someone called out and I turned to see Fred
standing at the edge of my driveway.

"Yea, I'm not feeling well."

"Oh, sorry to hear that. I'll come by later tonight to check on
Christy, you know, to make sure she's feeling good," he said,
chuckling. "And I was able to get the little blue pill; I'm
really looking forward to testing it out!" I slammed the door not
giving him a reply and fell onto the couch. This will be a very
long week.

~ end of part 12