Quinn, Male, 41

	- Narrator, project manager, father of Tera

	- 6'0, beige skin, 190lbs, wavy blonde-brown hair a few inches long

Tera, Female, 15

	- High School Freshman, daughter of Quinn

	- 5'7, pale-beige skin, 135lbs, shoulder-length bright copper-red hair

Starla, Female, mid-30s

	- Dancer at strip club

	- 5'9, tanned beige skin, 145lbs, mid-back length black hair in a pony tail

Author's note: For those of you who have read the first seventeen chapters of this series, I wanted to explain a bit about the primary sex scene found in chapter 18. This one is different from almost everything else in this series, though it shares some kinship with the scene in chapter 12 with the prostitute Shawna. However, the two scenes are very different experiences for Quinn.

This scene involves something usually outside of my comfort zone, and I think that is why I enjoyed the challenge of writing it. It is my first attempt at a bondage and domination scene. I admit I have no experience writing such scenarios, and I recognize that I'm not addressing many issues of safety and other concerns which the wider B&D community expects to be in place before people take part in such acts. This is intentional, the scene playing out 'naturally,' I hope.

I just thought I would offer a warning for those of you who are fans of this series and prefer the softer, more romantic and gentle scenes. This one is nothing like that. It is consensual, as is usual for me, but it involves rough play and explicit scenes of bondage, domination, watersports, and relatively-mild (willing) degradation. And, no, Tera is not involved in this scene, sorry. I hope you enjoy this effort.

Day 1.051

When I woke the next morning, I could still taste Tera on my lips. I knew that everything had reset and there was nothing actually there to bring back my daughter's intimate flavors, but it had been so powerful, licking Tera's sweet pussy the previous night, that my brain tried hard to relive that memory. I was erect and slowly stroking my cock just thinking about it, and I knew I might be ready to do more with my daughter that night.

I ran through the motions as usual, sending her off to the dance after slashing Curt's tires. That part had grown beyond monotonous, but it was worth knowing that I'd be able to share the later hours of the evening with my daughter.

Instead of going out, I went home, wanting to get ready for Tera's arrival. I showered and shaved, even trimmed my pubes a bit. I'd run out of things to do long before the dance would end and Tera would get dropped off. I sat and sipped bourbon, eyeing the clock all-to-often.

“Dad?”

I opened my eyes to see Tera standing next to me, the clock on the wall showing that it was just past one in the morning. I had drifted off on the couch and slowly rose to a seated position. “Hey, Sweetheart. How was the dance?”

She shrugged, smiled, “good. Had fun. Thanks for talking me into going, Dad. I really needed it.”

I returned her smile. “Glad to hear it. Want to watch a movie?”

She looked blankly at the black screen of the television a moment. “Not really. Think I'm going to go shower and go to bed.”

“Oh...” I was so ready to proceed with what had worked the night before that I hadn't considered that it might not go the same way.

She narrowed her eyes, “that okay?”

“What? Oh... yeah. Of course.”

“You alright, Dad?”

“Yeah, just... tired, I guess,” I responded, trying to hide my thoughts about how to get the night back on track.

She looked at me a moment, then yawned. “Yeah... me too.” Tera leaned down and kissed my cheek. “Love you, Dad. See you in the morning.” I watched her climb the stairs and disappear into the bathroom.

I sat silently a while, convinced I had neglected to do something which had led to the last couple of times I'd been able to be with Tera intimately. It was nearly impossible to repeat every single thing each night. No matter what I did, there would always be a few seconds or minutes of difference as to when I slashed Curt's tires, and the same was true of when I dropped her off at the dance. I had different conversations with her, even if they were often paraphrasing previous ones.

I started to hate that I felt like I was forcing things, trying too hard to make the moment come to me, the one where Tera and I had sex, where she gave me her virginity. But I wasn't dissuaded from trying again.

- - -

Days 1.052 – 1.058

For the next seven nights, I tried again and again to set things up to give me another chance with my daughter. I didn't seek out other women, didn't try to relive past moments with Abby or Juliet or any of the others I'd been intimate with over my weeks stuck in the loop. I tried going for walks, watching television at home, even one night drinking at Champions and not flirting with Yvette. Each time, Tera came home a little after one in the morning, and I knew, each time, that things were off. I couldn't quiet place why, but the mood was not right no matter what I tried.

She was either tired (four nights), or didn't want to watch Black Swan (twice) or, the last day of that week, even gave me a sense that I was crossing a line when it seemed I'd finally found the combination which would work. That last one made me rethink everything.

She'd wanted to watch Black Swan that night, and it seemed that maybe the moment was finally going to arrive.

“Dad,” she said quietly, as she had the last time we'd had a conversation like this and later became intimate, “if I liked a girl like that... you'd be okay with that, right?”

“Of course.”

“I don't, really. I was just asking...”

“It's normal and acceptable, and if that's what you want, I'd be fine with it. I don't really care whether it is with a boy or a girl, just that you are treated well and respected.” I was paraphrasing what I remembered telling her nights earlier.

I awaited her joke about me liking seeing two girls together, a statement which had led us into our intimacy. Instead, she said, “yeah... I guess that's a good way to look at it...”

I recovered and tried to steer us back towards where I wanted things to go.

“So... maybe you liked seeing two girls together?” I said, echoing what Tera had said to me a week before.

She shrugged, “nah...”

“Oh... Well,” I said, knocked off balance, “I do, you know... I really like it.”

Tera leaned up from where she had been resting against me, her eyes narrowed. “O-kay...”

“Just sayin'. See?” I said, pushing my crotch just a bit higher.

When she didn't respond I asked, “everything alright, Tera? I thought this was our thing...”

“Yeah, I dunno.” Her eyes cast quickly down to where my cock was hard and tenting my pants. “Just... maybe you're taking this too seriously... like... I dunno...”

“Uh... well...” I stumbled over my words, “what do you mean? We always joke like this...”

“Yeah, I guess. Sorry, maybe I'm just sleepy.” Tera rose and looked at me a second, then leaned down and hugged me. “Going to bed. Goodnight, Dad.”

I felt crushed and disappointed. I couldn't even watch her go up the stairs.

I sat and felt awful a while. What was wrong with me? I'd been deliberately trying to coax my daughter into having sex with me. I thought that was what we'd both wanted, we'd been so close just days earlier. Yet, it was clear, at least through the unique combinations of events and conversations that night, that Tera wasn't interested in discussing it, let alone acting on those thoughts. I knew she had them, I doubted that had changed, but I began to see part of the problem.

I was forcing things. Before, when we'd been intimate, it had happened organically. I wasn't really trying to set things up so that Tera and I would have those opportunities to speak frankly and touch and kiss. They just happened. The way I was trying to manipulate things wasn't working, and that made me have serious doubts about whether I should try again the next night. I downed a double bourbon and poured myself into my bed, stewing on my disappointment and guilt.

- - -

Days 1.059 – 1.070

I had to break out of the cycle I was in. No, not the time loop, I had no control over that. I meant the way I had been, for several days, spending my time and effort on trying to fuck my daughter. It was that simple, really, and not only was it not working, it was making me feel worse and worse about wanting it. The more I had to manipulate things to get to that point, the less I felt like Tera would be coming to those moments on her own, freely.

I decided I didn't want her to be manipulated into being with me. It had to be natural, an extension of the day's events, not a carefully-plotted screenplay with the endpoint being set ahead of time. I had to stop obsessing over it and start acting like a father again. If it happened, and I hoped it would, it had to be because it played out on its own, not because I tried over and over and over again to make it so.

I recognized that I needed to spend time with other women again, that other sexual experiences might help me forget about my frustration and guilt surrounding my daughter.

For the next several nights, I revisited partners I'd known over the weeks. I spent time with Bobbi, Juliet, Yvette, Shelly, and Mira. I fucked young Keisha's ass again, and I made love with Abby a couple of times. Each night, I was able to draw further and further from thoughts of Tera, generally avoiding tempation by going to bed before spending time talking to my daughter after we'd both come home. My longing for Tera, however, never fully went away.

I took Kacy's virginity again, then again the next night. Stacy and Milly were as slutty and fun as they had been previously.

I started wanting a new experience. I remembered the night I'd gone to the strip club and was Danielle's hall pass. I didn't want to relive those moments, both because of how she'd called me 'Daddy' and also how the night had ended with her throwing up while I held her hair.

But I recalled the stripper on stage just before I left that night. She'd suggested that she would be willing to exchange some of her private time for some of my cash. I was feeling lazy in my search for a new woman, and it was an easy, direct way to spend the night with one to just pay her like I did Bobbi.

The strip club was as it had been when I'd been there before. Danielle and her crew were there, but I chose a different seat this time, one further from where she sat, drunk and giggling, with her friends. On the other side of the stage, I ordered a bourbon and threw a twenty onto the stage, drawing the attention of the bleached-blonde woman dancing around a pole.

I paced myself over a couple of hours, waiting for Starla to take the stage. Danielle and her crew never approached me, and I noticed her heading out the door with an older white man at some point. I guess he got to be 'Daddy' that night.

Starla slipped onto the stage and I admired her thin frame. She had small tits, especially compared to many of the other dancers who had performed that night, long legs and several tattoos on her calves, her back, and her upper arms. Starla started her set wearing a white bikini and sunglasses and sheer, fingerless gloves. The woman's black hair was pulled behind her and tied into a ponytail overhanging her upper back.

One by one, the items she wore were removed, and I kept up a steady flow of twenties to keep her attention. I slid her a hundred and she left the stage and leaned into me, almost touching me, “want a private dance, handsome?”

“I'd like that.”

“Follow me.”

Starla led me back to the private area. I stared at her slender, well-toned ass as she swished it with each step. Her practiced movements were smooth and flirty, Starla sometimes turning back to give me a sensuous look. I liked her act, and I was growing hard before she ever pushed me into the cushioned, oversized chair.

“What's your name?” Starla purred at me as her small, round tits hovered just inches from my face, her boobs swaying gently.

“Quinn.”

“Mmm... Quinn... I like that,” Starla put a foot over my leg and ground her naked crotch just a few inches from where my penis strained for release. “What are you looking for, Quinn?”

“When do you get off?” I asked, deciding not to play games.

Starla smiled, “depends.” She snuck a look behind her, and I assume she was checking to see if the guard was watching. Physical contact was forbidden at the club, but I became sure that was violated often when Starla showed no further concern as she slid her hand to my zipper and then reached inside. “You a cop, Quinn?”

“No. I'm just a guy who wants to fuck a beautiful women.”

Starla purred, “mmm... well... I can get off in an hour if the... donation... is right.”

I didn't wait for her to suggest a price. I had all my cash in my pocket, and I pulled out fifteen hundred dollar bills. “Double if I like it.”

She grinned, then tilted her head. “You're up front, Quinn. I like that.” Her fingers slid into my boxers and stroked my cock a few seconds. “Give me one hour.”

Starla started to take the cash from my hand, but I pulled it back quickly, chuckling. “Not saying I don't trust you...”

She eyed me a moment, then smiled, “I won't burn you, man.”

“You might not, but I don't really want to find out.” I dared to slide my fingers between her legs. Sweat covered her flesh, and I cupped her vulva. “I really want to fuck this.”

Starla let me hold her pussy a few seconds, then pulled back. “One hour.” She zipped me up and left without another word.

I went back to my seat and ordered another bourbon, then watched Starla do a new routine, starting with a green-and-white plaid Catholic schoolgirl outfit which became white cotton panties, and then she was nude again. I loved the way her ass bounced when she danced, and it was clear she loved to show off her pussy and asshole. The few guys in the place were throwing too little cash for the show they were getting.

Starla finished and nodded to me to head for the exit. I paid my tab and waited out front while she got dressed. She whistled from around the side of the building, and I followed her cautiously. I peered around the wall, half-expecting to see some toughs ready to mug me. Instead, I just saw Starla leaning against a motorcycle.

She smiled at me. Starla had put on a plain pair of blue jeans and a loose black blouse. With the makeup mostly cleared off and wearing normal clothes, you'd have never known she was a stripper. Starla could have been any thirty-year old woman next door.

“Hey, Quinn.”

“Starla. Everything cool?”

“Yeah. Not good to be seen out front with clients. Gives the other guys the impression that all the girls are working it, too.”

“But you are offering more than dance...” I stated.

“Me, yeah, and one other girl. But most of the girls are straight up. We're not supposed to do sex work on the side, especially not with customers here, but...” Starla shrugged. “It's what I do.”

“No judgement here.”

“So what do you want, Quinn?”

“All of it,” I replied.

“All of it...” she repeated. “Meaning?”

“Whatever you offer.”

She chuckled. “Well... that's most anything so long as it doesn't involve pain or blood or shit.”

“I want to tie you up.” My request came out of nowhere. I had never much been into bondage, the idea not disturbing but also not terribly arousing. Something about Starla, something about my mindset, made that fantasy boil out of me in that moment. I needed to regain control, in some form, and I think maybe the idea of tying up the pretty stripper fed my inner desire to do just that. It was way out of character for me, but then again, so was propositioning a woman behind a strip club.

“Hmm...” Starla pursed her lips. “That's a lot for me to risk, Quinn. I don't know you.”

“I won't hurt you, I promise.”

“What else would a sadistic predator say?”

“True,” I reached into my pocket, feeling the cash inside. “Two grand. I'll give it to you now. I'll trust you not to run off with it. You stash it and decide if you want to trust me. If you do, you get another fifteen hundred. And I get to tie you up.” I knew I had nothing really at risk. If Starla ran off with my cash, I'd just lose one night and then be able to try something else the next.

I could tell she'd accepted immediately, but she stood silently a while before replying. “Rules.”

“Okay.”

“Condoms required. No gagging me. No sticking anything but your fingers or your dick in me. No pain at all. If you fuck my ass, you will use lube and not just jam it in. I tell you to untie me, you do it without hesitation. I call my friend and tell her where I'll be and when I'm going there and when i'll leave. She doesn't hear from me on time, she calls the cops. Give me your driver's license.”

I accepted that as reasonable and handed it to her. Starla walked off and made a call on her cell phone, reading in the name and address on my ID and telling her friend the location of the motel and the times she would arrive and expected to depart. She came back and handed me my license. “Once we get there, you have three hours. We have a deal?”

“Yes.”

She told me the name of the motel, took my phone number, and said she would call me with the room number and the time. Starla rode off on her motorcycle and disappeared.

I went to a 24-hour supermarket and found the rope I wanted as well as a pair of scissors. I also picked up a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms. The look the elderly cashier gave me was of mild disgust but the woman said nothing. Afterwards, I sat in my car a couple of minutes before Starla called and told me to go to room 105. I drove down to the place, a decent but older motel with parking right in front of the rooms. I knocked on 105. Seconds later, Starla opened the door and swept me inside.

Like the building, the room was dated. Wallpaper looked forty-years old, and the chair possibly older. The covers on the bed were thin and worn. The television was as old as the wallpaper.

Starla wore a slim, red and white see-through nightgown and a smile. She'd clearly showered and despite the age of the room, it was freshened up by her cherry-scented conditioner and a florally perfume. “Hi Quinn,” she said with a purr, “ready for a good time?”

“Absolutely.”

She looked at the bed. “No posts, so... not sure how you want to do this.”

“I'll improvise.”

Starla ran her hand over my chest, “shower?”

“Took care of that earlier.” I caressed her tits. They were small, a slight droop not hidden by the nightgown. I leaned in and kissed her lips a moment, then she nibbled on my neck, her hands already moving down to rub my rising cock through my pants. “Enough freedom.” I stated evenly. Starla looked up at me with a naughty smile.

“So... what do you want me to do?”

“Do? Nothing. I'll do everything,” I replied, grabbing the bag containing the rope and other items I'd purchased earlier. “Sit on the bed. I'll tell you when I want you to do more than that.”

“Mmm... So long as you don't hurt me, Quinn... I like being tied up...”

Before she moved, I thrust my fingers between Starla's legs. She wore thin, silky panties beneath her nightshirt. My fingers slid past her underwear and I found that her smooth clam was damp and already growing slick. “So I see... On the bed.”

Starla sat on the edge and watched me as I pulled the rope from the bag, measured out arm-length sections, and cut a couple from the coil, tossing them on the bed, and sitting the remainder of rope and the scissors on the small table near the window.

I knelt down and brought her ankles together, twisting the rope around them and drawing it tight. I left just enough play to keep from cutting off her circulation, but she couldn't move them much. I heard her purr as she watched me. It seemed Starla really did enjoy being tied up.

Legs secured together, I pulled up her nightshirt and tossed it onto the floor. I grabbed the scissors and cut her panties in one motion, drawing a delighted squeak from Starla. I held the underwear in front of me a moment, then inhaled against the crotch. A light scent of the woman's pussy hit my nose, and I could see a thin line of cream down the middle. “Open your mouth,” I barked.

Starla complied, and I pushed the panties between her lips, crotch first, her own juices resting against her tongue. By the way she held the panties in her mouth, it was clear Starla had done this before.

Her hands were still free. I turned her around so that her bound legs were on the floor and she was kneeling over the edge of the low bed. I brought her arms behind her back and tied her wrists as I had her ankles, tight but still room to keep some circulation.

I stood back and admired my work. Starla was naked, her ankles bound where she knelt on the floor, her hands held snuggly against her lower back, just above where her slender but curvy ass cheeks pressed together, barely hiding the tight butthole between them, Starla's hairless pussy was already slick with sweat and arousal below.

I knelt and inhaled against her cunt, her pungent scent that of a mature and excited woman. I lapped her sex and felt her struggle a bit as her moans were caught by the panties stuffed in her mouth. I spent only a minute, licking her pussy and asshole, before I stood and pushed my pants off my legs. “I won't go easy... but I won't hurt you.” Was all I said as I slipped a condom over my length and brought my penis to her cunt.

I pushed in fast and hard. Starla grunted, “nnnggg,” as I filled her in one motion. She wasn't tight, but her vagina was snug, hot, slippery, her thighs pressed together and adding to the sensation. With one hand, I grabbed her bound wrists and used them to hammer my body into hers. Starla grunted each time my balls slapped against her pussy. “Nnngg. Nnngg. Uhnnngg. Uhngg. Nnngg.” I used my other hand to take hold of her pony tail, Starla's black hair taking on the convenience of reins, her head coming back towards me as I rode her hard and fast.

For ten minutes or so, I slammed my cock in and out of Starla's increasingly loose and sloppy vagina. Her grunts became less insistent over time, more pleasure to them, and I decided that she should be rewarded for playing nice. I let go of her wrists and slid my hand around her waist and under her body. I found her clit straining between her mostly-closed legs and stroked it rapidly. Starla moaned through her panties, “mmmm... mmmmnnn... mmmm... mmm...” She came hard and I rode her cunt through her orgasm. She flooded, creaming my cock. I could see streaks of white slickness running down the length of the condom.

I pulled out of Starla and turned her around quickly, dropping her to her knees. Her mascara had run from around her eyes, and she was flushed and covered with sweat as I pushed her head to my groin. I yanked the panties from her mouth, and for two or three seconds, she fought for breath. Even in my need for control, my need to dominate Starla, I was not a sadist. “Good?” was all I asked her.

She nodded, a small smile appearing.

I ripped off my condom and pushed my cock between her lips quickly with her affirmation. She started to slurp, taking me all the way into her mouth, holding her lips against the base of my cock while I throbbed, the head of my dick against the back of her throat. Starla clearly had practice, and I loved how she managed to suck and tease me even as she suppressed her gag reflex.

I held the back of her head, pushing her hard onto my cock. I let her pull back, then fucked her face a few moments, Starla showing no signs of struggling to take me all the way in her mouth. I felt my cock swelling, and I growled that I was going to cum. She didn't slow me, and I gripped the sides of her head, fucking Starla's mouth, slamming the head of my dick against her throat.

My cock erupted and Starla gagged. I wouldn't let her pull off, forcing her to swallow my load quickly to keep from choking. My cock felt swollen, raw, as I spurted thick globs of cum down Starla's throat. She managed to control herself to stop the gagging, letting me ejaculate directly into her stomach, my penis shooting over and over in the back of her mouth.

I pulled her off my cock when I grew sensitive, catching my breath by slamming my ass into a chair nearby. Starla was breathing hard, mascara running more noticeably, her body covered in sweat, flushed, a thin trail of semen on her lip and chin. Before she could say anything, I grabbed the panties and shoved them back in her mouth. “Yes?” I asked, just to ensure I'd not hurt her.

She nodded and I got out of the chair and bent her over the bed again, then went to the bathroom, finding a couple of worn, plain white towels. I threw them on the floor, one under her knees, the other drawn back from her body. I pulled the chair to within two feet of Starla's bound ankles and sat again.

“Piss.” That one word command was all she needed to hear.

For a moment, nothing happened. Her butt swayed side-to-side a moment, her crotch mostly hidden by the way her ankles bound her legs together, but there was just a hint of the sloppy cunt between her thighs. I scooted the chair just a bit closer, putting myself in a position for a view of what she was about to do. I idly stroked my half-hard cock.

A small stream of yellow fluid trickled down where her thighs were pressed together. It pooled briefly around her knees, then started to overflow and ran onto the towel. I heard Starla moaning lightly through the panties. Her flow stopped, then a burst of piss shot out from her crotch, splashing against my leg. Seconds later, I heard her grunt, sending a long stream of urine against my crotch. I jacked off as Starla pissed on me.

My cock and balls were shiny with her acrid pee, and as soon as the last drops trickled from her crotch, I stood and pulled her around, yanking out the panties and sliding my cock between her lips. Starla cleaned her piss from my flesh as if it was something she'd done often. She even giggled through a smile as she tasted her own urine.

Just before I pushed the panties back into her mouth, I said firmly, “I think we're done using condoms, yes?”

She hesitated only a second, then nodded.

“Say it. Tell me what you really want.”

Her voice was full of arousal, deeper, her eyes looking at mine. “I want you to fuck me without a condom.”

“Good girl,” I said, stuffing the panties back in her mouth.

I pushed her over the bed again, testing the ropes around her ankles and wrists and finding them still snug. My cock was hard again. It turned me on tremendously to know my semen was in Starla's stomach as I pushed my uncovered dick into her pussy.

She felt so much better that way. The heat of her vagina was intense, and my cock slipped in easily, her cunt coated with drooling juices and her urine, the smell in the room heavy with her bitter piss and briny sweat. Starla moaned around the panties and held still as I started to pound her pussy.

I pulled back after a moment, feeling my own bladder starting to suggest my next move. It took a few seconds to let the flow rise up. Just as I felt myself ready to release, I slid back into her cunt and began letting loose my own stream of urine. She felt it immediately, moaning louder. Piss collected in her vagina as I fought to keep a balance between my erection and the concentration needed to piss inside her body. I tensed myself, spurting urine inside Starla, filling her quickly, the bitter fluid soon overflowing her hole and rushing out around my penetration.

Half-empty, I started fucking her again, still leaking piss inside her vagina, the urine squishing out with each stroke. I found her clit with my fingers and stroked it rapidly, using the trickling pee as lubrication. Starla bucked hard into a powerful orgasm, her channel spasming and sending more of my urine down over her closed thighs.

I pulled out of her and turned her around again, yanking out the panties, saying, “you love piss in your pussy, don't you?”

Starla nodded, her face coated with sweat and ruined makeup. “God, yes.”

“Clean me.” I commanded her, sliding my cock into her mouth. Starla used her tongue to collect the bitter urine still on my flesh, swallowing several times to clear the acrid piss from her mouth. I pulled back and said, “is your ass clean?”

She looked up at me, shrugged, “dunno,” Starla replied.

“Let's find out.”

I spun her around again, using the panties to wipe the piss on her thighs, then stuffed the soiled underwear in her mouth once more.

I was in a buzzing state of excitement. I'd never treated a woman like this before, never been one to assert firm control or dominate my partners. Outside of the night I'd fucked the hooker Shawna, I had never had an experience where I was so dominant, so utterly in control of a woman. Starla's enjoyment of that moment added a lot to my own, and knowing that she wanted what I was giving her, as rough and dirty as it was, made me burn with arousal.

There was no need to use lube when I slid my finger into Starla's asshole. Her piss and mine, along with rivulets of sweat, had made her rubbery anus slick. I pushed inside her hole and found that it was tight but yielding, hotter inside than her pussy. She grunted through the panties as I pushed a second finger into her rectum.

I stroked her there a moment, feeling nothing inside but hot, velvety folds. I pulled back my fingers and looked at them. While I saw nothing dirty, I could already smell Starla's ass. I pulled the panties from her mouth and slid my fingers between her lips. “You love tasting your ass.” I stated.

“Mmm...” she purred as she sucked the stinky flesh on my fingers.

I pulled back, wiped the panties against her slimy butthole, and returned them to their rightful place in her mouth. I pushed the tip of my cock against Starla's anus. I didn't exactly slam into her, but I pushed steadily, quickly burying my length into her butt. She groaned at the sudden penetration, squirming slightly as I bottomed out and held my dick in her ass, letting it pulse, each throb sending shivers through Starla's body.

“Hold still.” I instructed her.

She did so, moaning lightly. I felt my bladder begin to shift a bit, and it took a lot of effort to feel the first dribble of piss trickle out of my penis and into Starla's bowels. “I'm pissing in your ass.”

Starla moaned but didn't resist. I managed to get my flow going, barely, through the tight ring of her anus, her guts taking a healthy stream over several long moments. I could feel my warm urine pooling around the head of my cock, and I squeezed as much piss into her butthole as I could get out.

Without pausing, I started to fuck Starla's ass. Urine squished out around my penis, running down her thighs. The odor in the room had grown heavy with piss, and the smell from Starla's bowels was adding a rich, bittersweet earthy aroma. My nostrils flared as I sucked in the scents.

Moments later I felt myself burning for release. I bellowed as my penis swelled in Starla's ass, her grunts steady and muffled. I ejaculated in a boiling, shuddering climax, holding myself against her butt, spewing semen into the pool of urine deep in the woman's bowels. I grunted and strained, pulsing out my seed in forceful spurts, finally coming to rest against her, breathing heavily.

I pulled back and sank onto the chair, admiring the view.

Starla stayed bent over the bed on her knees. Her ass cheeks were more open than before, her anus red and raw and drooling a yellowish-brown and white trickle from where it gaped. “Push it out,” I told her.

I saw her asshole open, the red insides bright and slick. A long, gurgling fart escaped as semen and piss ran freely from her sore butthole. It left a long, brownish trail down her closed thighs, pooling where her legs were pressed together below. I stood, collecting a glob of the dirty cum from her flesh and pulled the panties from her mouth, pushing my fingers between her lips.

While Starla moaned and swallowed the dirty semen, I rapidly stroked her clit, her body humping against my fingers fast, small jerks and rolls of her hips soon building towards release. I slammed two fingers up her butthole and she cried out around where she sucked juices from my other hand, then I returned to her clit, using the slimy fluids to bring her to a shuddering, bucking orgasm.

When she began to relax, I pulled her face up and kissed her lips. She looked exhausted already, but I wasn't ready to stop our play. “You love that, don't you...”

“Yes.”

“Tell me what you love.”

“I love... I love you pissing in me. I love you cumming in my ass. I love tasting my ass on you.”

“Mmm... Clean my dick.”

I pushed my cock between her lips and let her clear away the soiled, sticky wetness. She purred as she sucked me, my dick mostly flaccid despite her excellent suction. Outside of blood, I think I'd managed to break all of her other rules already as she cleaned my flesh of the slimy, light-brown streaks. I needed a moment to recover, so I decided to move Starla.

I helped her stand, her legs very shaky. She had to sit on the edge of the bed a moment, her legs locked together, her balance uncertain. I untied her hands and ankles, then massaged them a while to ensure she still had good circulation. While I did so, I wiped her pussy and butthole with the panties, collecting the soiled reminders of what had drooled out of her ass, then stuffed them in her mouth again.

She eyed me as I grabbed the rest of the uncut rope. I used the scissors to make two long sections, then pushed Starla back onto the bed, her feet near the bottom, her head on a pillow. Yellow and light brown spots were already staining the white sheet where dirty wetness dripped onto it.

I made her put her hands above her head and out to the side. I tied one wrist then ran the rope over one side and under the frame, pulling it up the other side and attaching it to her other wrist. I pulled it tight so that she couldn't move her arms. Her naughty smile suggested Starla was enjoying this.

I did the same with her legs, drawing them wide, keeping them flat on the mattress, tying off her ankles and ensuring she could not move them. Satisfied that she was held fast, I straddled her head and pushed my cock into Starla's mouth, my dick nestled in the panties held there. She gagged lightly, but I kept myself inside. Her lips massaged my shaft a bit, the panties taking up most of the space in her mouth.

“I still have some piss left.”

Her eyes shot wide open, looking at mine. If she wanted me to stop, she gave me no indication.

My cock was half-hard, and I let it rest in Starla's mouth, surrounded by her soiled underwear. I felt my stream begin to work its way up my shaft and I squeezed out a small spurt. I felt the panties absorb my urine. Starla moaned when she felt a longer stream start up. Slowly, I began to fill her mouth with my piss. She couldn't swallow with the panties in the way, but she held open, letting my urine pool inside. It started to overflow and my stream slowed to a trickle, my dick becoming hard again.

I pulled back and watched as Starla held her mouth open slightly, the panties inside, yellow piss pooling almost to her lips. “You want to swallow it, don't you.”

She nodded. I very carefully pulled the soaked panties out of Starla's mouth, some of the urine spilling out and running down her neck. What remained was quickly flushed down her throat, Starla gasping for breath.

“You like that, don't you.”

“Yes. I love drinking your piss.”

“I'll give you a little more.”

I held myself an inch or two from her face. I felt like I still had a little left, so I held my cock and let it soften just a bit. I pointed it at her mouth. As it rose to the top of my shaft, I squeezed and pissed a thin stream which splashed against Starla's tongue then over her cheek and jaw. I swept it up to soak her hair. “Mmm...” she moaned, swallowing a small pool of my piss, “more...”

I did my best to give her every drop I had. There wasn't much left, but I managed a few more seconds of a weak flow, all of which she let fall between her lips and quickly sent it down to her stomach. She sucked me a moment, cleaning away the last drops from my flesh. I stuffed the urine-soaked panties back in her mouth again.

I crawled between her thighs and sank my penis into her sloppy, hairless cunt. I rested most of my weight on her, her arms and legs held wide open and unmoving by the ropes. She could only shudder and let me fuck her body as I wanted to. I slammed her pussy hard a few minutes, then pulled out, nestled the tip of my cock against her anus, and pushed into her dirty ass again. She groaned through the panties as I started to roughly sodomize her.

I withdrew from her ass and slid back into Starla's pussy. Back and forth, I fucked both her holes, the odors of her body, of her ass, of our piss and sweat, made the room heady and thick and overpowering. I loved it.

Both her holes were loose and sloppy by the time I rose from her. I pulled the panties from her mouth and let her breath clearly while I untied her. She said nothing, taking a sip from a bottle of water but otherwise obediently awaiting my commands.

I turned her onto her stomach, ran the panties through her soiled crack and pushed them back into her mouth, then I retied the ropes, her arms and legs splayed wide, giving me access to her holes from behind. I lay down on top of Starla's body and let my cock slide through her slippery, dirty ass crack a moment. My dick found her vagina first and I sank inside. She grunted as I slammed against her body, my chest on her upper back, my weight heavy on top of her slender body.

Starla came hard as I pounded her. I felt her vagina spasming and clenching, slick juices making her even more slippery. As she shuddered below me, I moved my hand down to draw my dick up to her butthole, pushing inside and was soon fucking her ass hard. Starla grunted with each stroke, her head jumping each time I hammered my penis through her anus.

I wrapped my arms under her body, pulling myself onto her completely. I held onto her, pounding her, grunting against her ear. “You love being fucked hard.”

“Nnn-nnn” was all she could respond through the panties. Her head jerked with each thrust. Her ass was so loose that I kept slipping out, so I slipped it back into her pussy, knowing she had likely soiled my length with the contents of her bowels.

“You love my dirty cock in your pussy, don't you...”

“Nnn-nnn” Starla grunted as I started to swell inside her. I held her tight, letting my weight fall fully on her, slamming my hips down hard. Starla's pussy was sloppy and wonderful.

I started to approach release. “Tell me,” I said, pulling the panties from her mouth, “tell me where you want my cum.”

“In... my... cunt...”

“Again.”

“In... my... cunt...”

“Your filthy cunt?”

“Yes... do... it...”

“You want my cum in your filthy cunt?” I growled, burning as I felt my third load getting ready to explode inside her.

“Yes... cum... in... my... nasty... filthy... cunt... oh... god...” She bucked back towards me suddenly. “Cum... in... my... nasty... cunt!” Starla cried out, my balls slapping wet and sticky against her clit. She came with a guttural growl, animalistic and raw, full of both pleasure and a full understanding of the submissive, dirty way she was about to take my load. “Cumming! Oh... Fuck! Oh... Fuck! Cum... in... my... stinky... cunt!”

I bellowed, “Fuck! Take it! Take it! Take my cum... in... your... fucking... nasty... cunt!”

My cock swelled and exploded, cum spurting deep into Starla's sloppy pussy. Even if my load was small, it was a powerful, draining orgasm. I jerked against her body, emptying every drop I had into her vagina. Long after I stopped ejaculating, I stayed on top of her, the full weight of my body on hers. Starla breathed as hard as I did.

As if the spell was broken suddenly, I kissed the back of her neck, wanting to sooth her, to show her that it was all just a game. I nibbled her ear, could still taste my piss on her skin. My voice was much softer when I whispered, “you... are... wonderful...”

“Mmm...” she moaned, “you too...”

“You liked that...”

“God, yes...”

“Me too,” I replied, kissing her neck again. “Shall I untie you now?”

“Yeah... please...”

I rose from her body and quickly removed the ropes. Starla stretched and massaged her ankles and wrists. I could still smell the odors from our piss and anal sex. She looked at me with a small smile. “So you seem to enjoy treating me like a filthy whore...”

“I did...”

“Not every guy knows how to do it right... I don't play like that with just anyone. You... I took a chance on you, Quinn. You didn't let me down.”

I sat behind her on the bed and ran my hands over her shoulders, massaging them, her skin still wet with sweat and urine. “Why does this turn you on, Starla? I mean... this is... new to me. I don't know why I wanted this from you.”

“New? You seemed to know what you were doing.” She ran her hands over her small breasts, then continued, “I dunno... I just... like to let go and give up control sometimes. It's dangerous, doing that with strangers. If you hadn't shown me all that cash, there's no way I would have considered it with you.”

“I get the control, but... it was more than that...”

“The pissing? The panties? Tasting my ass on you? Yeah... that all just makes me wet. It's nasty, it's taboo, I guess. It always turns me on for a guy to piss on me or let me piss on him, but... you're the first guy to piss inside me like that. I have to say... mmm... I loved feeling you pee in my pussy and ass...”

“Amazing on this end, too.” I slid to her side and looked into her eyes a moment. “I really want to thank you, Starla. Like I said... I don't know why that's what I wanted... what I needed tonight. I'm really glad it was fun for you, too, that you were into it so fully. That made it all worthwhile. If you hadn't been into it... I could never have done any of that. I'd have been turned off, for sure.”

“Yeah, well. You're welcome. I'm glad you found my service to your satisfaction,” Starla said with a grin, “I'd love to make you a repeat customer... but not every day. I'm so fucking sore right now I don't think I can take a dick in me for a few days at this point. Been a long time since I've felt that way, Quinn... usually... usually it's just sex, just work. I gotta say, I really enjoyed tonight. Another world, some other time, you wouldn't have needed to pay me for that...”

“Well, in this world, I more than got my money's worth.”

She grinned and kissed my lips. “Shower?”

“Absolutely.”

- - -

I went home around one, and before I got in the door, a car pulled up and my daughter stepped out. I grinned at her, feeling a conflicting mix of sexual satisfaction and concern for what it meant to dominate and control Starla the way I had. “Hey, Sweetie. Have a good night?”

“Yeah, it was great,” Tera said as we went inside, “where were you off to tonight?”

I replied, “spent time with a friend.”

“Oh? Anyone I know.”

“I hope not,” I chuckled. “Well, that's not what I meant...”

Tera laughed, “ah... so a woman friend...”

“Yes.”

“Bout time, Dad.”

I didn't respond, pouring a glass of water and offering one to Tera. “In a minute,” she said, “I want to shower.”

I was weary from the exertion and sank onto the couch, closing my eyes. I let my confusion settle in, trying to figure out what it meant. I'd never done anything like what I'd done with Starla. On one hand, it was an incredible rush to control her, to dominate her, to fulfill what I came to recognize as very deep fantasies I must have had all along. On the other, it scared me. I wondered if I'd started down a path where I would seek out more experiences like that, worrying that I might start to view my partners as my nothing more than submissive sex partners to degrade and control, that I might find I wanted to treat Tera that way at some point.

That thought jolted me. It was the opposite of what I wanted for Tera. Oh, I knew there was nothing inherently wrong with what Starla and I did, that she'd been willing and had enjoyed being dominated that way, that she'd enjoyed the dirty play we shared. But I thought of Tera as innocent. She was, of course, in many ways. She was a virgin, soft and kind, and she was my daughter. I didn't like the thought of any man, even me, treating her the way I'd treated Starla, even if it was consensual.

It really bothered me. I couldn't separate the extraordinary arousal the rough play had brought me from the softer moments I loved with others. Could I ever look at Tera again and not wonder what it might be like to do that with her? I wasn't really sure. I got up and made myself a double bourbon, and sat back on the couch taking healthy swigs of the smooth alcohol.

Tera came down in her familiar nightshirt and sat beside me on the couch. “So...” she said with a grin, “who was she?”

Whatever else I might think about what I'd done, I felt the need to be honest with Tera just then. “A... a woman who works at a club...”

“Like... a stripper?”

“Yes.”

“Wow.” Tera stared at me a minute. “So... what's her name?”

“She went by Starla, but I doubt that's her real name.”

“And... you two had fun?”

“Yes,” I didn't share the details.

“Well... good, I guess. I was starting to wonder when you might start to date again.”

I chuckled, “definitely was not a date, not in the normal sense.”

“So... you just... fucked her, then?”

I shook my head, grinning. I had to admit to myself that I loved hearing the word 'fuck' from my daughter's mouth. “Basically.”

“Gonna see her again?”

“Maybe... cost me more than I can afford regularly,” I stated, knowing that when I woke next I'd have my money back and could endlessly relive those moments if I so choose.

“Paying for sex, Dad... really?”

“Well...” I debated how to explain, “not saying it's something I'm proud of, Tera, but... I don't think it's a bad thing. Not always.”

“I'll keep that in mind,” she said with a grin.

“You'll do no such thing,” I said, firmly, “I don't want you ever needing to do that.”

“But it's just sex, right? What's wrong with selling it if you say it is okay to buy it?”

“Well...” I had no real answer and shrugged. “Just,” I said more softly, “I don't want that for you...”

“Aww. Always protecting me, Dad. I love you for that.”

“I love you, Tera. I only want the best for you.”

She leaned against me, and despite the fact that I thought I'd been over-sated by my hours with Starla, I couldn't help stray thoughts of intimate moments shared with my daughter from tickling my mind.

We sat quietly a while, my arm around her shoulder.

“So... how much?” she said softly.

“Hmm?”

“How much did you pay her?”

“I... uh. A lot.”

“Like... how much?” she pushed again.

“Thirty-five hundred.”

“Holy Christ, Dad!” Tera pulled back from me, a look of disbelief on her face, “really?”

“Yeah...”

“That seems like a lot.”

“That's what I said. A lot,” I replied.

She looked down at her feet a moment, then leaned back against me. “For that much money, hell... I'd put out for you.” There was humor in her tone, but there was also an edge of honesty.

I tried to laugh it off. “Well... I'm not paying you for sex...”

“Oh, so you think I should just put out for free?” Her eyes sparkled up at me.

“I... well... yeah... most of the time...”

“Hmm... so... this Starla was worth thirty-five hundred, but I'm worth nothing?”

“Tera,” I replied, “not at all... no... you're... you're priceless, that's all. You're worth way too much to even think about that...”

“Priceless... Hmm...” she said, quietly. I knew the thoughts which were in her head from our previous discussions. I knew she'd thought of me sexually, that she had fantasized about me, and I knew, when played right, I'd had intimate moments with her, at least in my timeline, which proved how willing she was. I silently cursed, frustrated that I'd not been able to pound Starla hard enough to push away the longing I had for my daughter.

I was only somewhat-surprised when she asked, “so... if I wasn't your daughter... and... I was working at a strip club... would you offer me money for sex?”

“What? I...” I stopped to formulate a response. “I... I don't know.”

“I'm not as pretty as Starla, I guess...”

“No! No, that's not true,” I explained, “just the opposite, Tera. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known. Beyond anyone else. Far beyond.”

“So why wouldn't you make me an offer?”

“Because... because...” I swallowed and was honest, “because if... if you weren't my daughter and I saw you... if I knew you at all... I'd want... more than just sex from you...”

Tera rested against me, silent for a while. She said softly, “I'd want that, too...”

I was bordering on drawing her to me for a kiss. I fought myself, not wanting to be pulled back into that confusion, not wanting to face the frustration I'd felt days before when I tried to force my relationship with Tera into more intimate moments. I was thankful my cock was sore and flaccid, and my mind was more interested in non-sexual intimacy. My urge to kiss my daughter and show her my love won out in the end.

I leaned down and brought Tera's face to mine. She stared at me, her lips slightly parted, her eyes searching my own. I could see the love there, the desire, the need to do more than be father and daughter in that moment. “I love you, Tera...” I pushed my lips to hers and I felt her mouth open wider. She moaned lightly as our tongues swirled together, and I lost myself in the relatively-innocent moments holding and kissing Tera.

I eventually broke away and looked at her again. Her nipples were hard under her nightshirt, and her body told me that more was available than a kiss. Unlike moments earlier, I wished I hadn't been with Starla that evening, regretting that I was sore and mostly sated. The seconds lost kissing and staring into my daughter's eyes showed me that I could have consumed her fully that night. But it just wasn't to be. I didn't want my daughter to be the second woman I was with, didn't want her to know that I'd fucked Starla just hours before becoming intimate with her. She deserved better, and I was just able to avoid pursing more intimacy with Tera.

“Would you like to cuddle with me tonight, Tera? Like we used to?”

She nodded and I kissed her again, her innocent lips so soft and tender. I loved how her breath swept hot against my cheek. I could smell her fruity conditioner, and the light scents of her flesh. I felt nothing but deep love for my daughter as I guided her from the couch and into the bedroom.

This time, I left my underwear on and slid into bed. She watched me a moment, a shy smile on her face, then got under the covers beside me, still wearing her nightshirt. That temptation would not be forced on me again that night. I kissed her neck and wrapped an arm around her body. I could feel the heat from her ass where it was barely covered by the shirt.

“Dad?” she said quietly.

“Yes?”

It took a few seconds before she continued, “is it wrong... what we just did?”

“No... no, it's not wrong.”

“But... you're my dad...”

“I know... I... I can't really explain, Tera. Other people wouldn't understand, I know that. Other people would say I was harming you...”

“They're wrong,” Tera replied, “I wanted you to kiss me.”

“I know. I wouldn't have done it otherwise.”

“So... what happens now? Like... what do we do?”

“Well,” I whispered into her ear, “tonight, we lay here together and feel wonderful. I love you so much, Tera. I was serious when I said you are priceless. I'd do anything for you, anything at all, and... I'm so happy that you want me to hold you right now. I love this so much...”

“I feel good in your arms, Dad... I love you, too.”

I kissed her neck again and nuzzled against her beautiful coppery-orange hair.

“In the morning,” my daughter said gently, “will you kiss me again? I liked that...”

I inwardly groaned to think that the morning would erase her memory and she would not remember having requested anything from me. I lied. “Of course. I want nothing more...”

I heard her giggle a moment, then she said, “oh... I dunno if that's so...” Her hips shifted slightly and it was only then that I realized my penis was hard and pushing against her butt.

“Sorry,” I said, unable to stop from enjoying the sensation.

“Don't be,” Tera replied, turning her head back to kiss my cheek, “maybe... maybe one day you'll want to do with me what you did with Starla...”

I fought back the confusing images of tying up my daughter, absolutely not wanting that at all. Instead, I replaced the exact meaning with the one I wanted for Tera, thinking of how we'd make love softly, tenderly, how I'd shower her with kisses and gentle touches and make her cum over and over. “I'd love that, Tera... I'd love that...”

We said nothing more, and Tera's light breathing became regular and soothing. I held her as long as I could stay awake, and then the black gap took over at the end.