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Love Letter for Cindy
by Spaceman Spiff (address withheld)

***

This is a love letter to the girl with the most 
fabulous ass and body that I have ever known. (MF, exh, 
mc, rom)

***

It was a lonely quiet night in my comfortable suburb. 
Not many people were out on the streets and I hadn't 
seen traffic in hours. My daughter came over after I 
hadn't seen her in awhile. She was dressed in a 
perfectly fitted tight outfit of black pants and a 
white top. As a rarity, she wore 5" heels, and in a 
typical flourish, she wore a thick black spiked dog 
collar around her neck! Her shoulder length dark hair 
was tastefully streaked with blond and some red 
highlights. When we first heard a knock at the door, my 
wife poked her head into my den and said, "There's 
someone here to see you Frank."  

Of course after knocking, my daughter had let herself 
in. I met her out in the hallway. And she had a video 
tape in her hand. I knew what it was. An old neighbor 
of mine had been after her to make another tape for him 
for years. My daughter was 23 and had been married to a 
local up and coming collage professor for the past 
five.

My daughter gave me a peck on the cheek, and then said 
very seriously, "I brought something for you to watch 
daddy." She led me back into my den and put the tape 
into my VCR. She lit me one of my cigars and then 
closed the door behind us. I sat down in my favorite 
leather chair and watched as the VCR fired up and my 
daughter clicked on the TV with the remote. She always 
had to have the power in her relationships. 

The movie flickered to life on my TV screen, some 
clunky graphics came up announcing the movie was titled 
"Trésor," starring my daughter. After taking a few 
dramatic puffs from my cigar herself, my daughter 
straddled me on my chair and blew smoke across my 
helpless face. She wasn't too shy about mashing her 
pussy into my crotch area. Finally she put the cigar 
into my mouth for me! 

Sometimes my daughter would be angry with me and I 
wouldn't see her in months, and sometimes she was like 
this, an unstoppable train of sexual attractions. I let 
it happen. My daughter twisted around on me to point 
the remote at the TV. She fast-forward through the 
movie. "What part to you want to watch, my lovely 
daddy? The part where I get fucked by three men, or the 
part where they tie me up in the shower and use a stun 
gun on me? Hmm!?" 

My well worn cock started a little twitch to life and 
from her position, my daughter could feel it. She 
uncaringly laughed at me and mocked me, "You know 
daddy, you are the most pathetic man I have ever 
known," she said. But she rocked her body into me while 
she paid attention to the TV, finally letting it play 
when she had found the part she wanted to watch. It was 
a raucous scene with my daughter crying and carrying 
on. 

She got off me and went over a drawer at my desk and 
took out one of my Viagra tablets, and poured a stout 
whiskey into a hi-ball glass. She came back over to me 
and resumed her position. My eyes were glued to the 
screen. She took the cigar away from me and put the 
blue pill into her mouth and took most of the whiskey. 
Then she put our lips together and dumped the whole 
concoction into my mouth. I swallowed. My daughter 
looked triumphant and overjoyed. "I know you've always 
wanted to get lucky with my pussy daddy, and tonight's 
your night. You can ball me to your hearts delight and 
you can even come inside me if you like." She adjusted 
her hair and began rocking into me again, forcing my 
erection to stand up. 

"What does your husband think of your movie making?" I 
asked.

"Oh, he loves it, same as you!" she answered. (I moved 
us over to the couch.) "All my girlfriends are jealous, 
and I have enhanced relationships with the men I know. 
I am so lucky to have known someone like Mr. V., and 
that he liked me so much. I bought a new car with the 
money I got from this one. A Mercedes Benz. I asked 
John to buy me one, but he said we didn't have enough 
money. Mr. V. said if I did another movie for him, he 
would pay me enough! So now I have a three years old 
Corvette and a Mercedes Benz with AMG. And my husband 
has that old pile of junk. Sometimes I don't let him 
use mine!" 

She laughed a hysterical and guilty laugh. "I love 
John, and he fucks me very well, and we have a good 
relationship," she said. "His only fault is that he is 
too kind and gentle," she said and looked up at me 
through her monstrously huge bangs. I had opened up her 
pants, and her pussy was a mucus soaked mess of hard 
clit and outrageously large labia. As soon as I stroked 
her she began to get off on me. It didn't take her long 
before her first orgasm. She let out a huge, "Ugh!" And 
announced that she was coming! 

Her pussy squirted on my hand, completely soaking her 
expensive pants and wetting my couch. Her eyes rolled 
back in her head, and I had to let the pretty little 
thing recover. She cried, then she laughed, her body 
twitched.

"You know he shows these movies to all of his friends?" 
I asked my daughter.

"I know," she said, "After this one, he had a back and 
white party over at his new place. John let me go 
without him. They played the movie for all of the men 
to watch. I was the only woman there. They were all 
very nice. They drank and talked to me while we watched 
to movie. I bought a black dress just for the occasion. 
It was in the window of Kreymerman's for months! It was 
skin tight, and you were supposed to wear a netting 
underneath so people can't see your body! I had them 
take the netting out, and I had them raise the hem, so 
it just covered the tops of my black stockings. I wore 
it with a new pair of pink tennis shoes, and Mrs. 
Kreymerman loaned me a white mink scarf. It was 
devastating!" (She laughed hysterically!)

"I'm glad John doesn't come to those things. A couple 
of days before the party, Mr. V. took me out to lunch 
and we talked! As a door prize, he gave all the men 
numbered cards, and after the movie I got up on Mr. 
V.'s dinning room table and picked a number. The winner 
got to bend me over the table and hit me three times 
with a bamboo cane!" (My daughter laughed joyfully,) 
"They all stood around and watched. I was quite drunk 
at that time. I stood up on the table, above them all, 
and the winner presented me with his card. I presented 
him with 24" bamboo cane! (She laughs!) And the man who 
won said, 'And, I would like to keep your dress as a 
souvenir, young lady!' 

I almost started crying when he said that, but I was 
brave, and I did a strip tease for the guys up on the 
table, and then I got down and handed my new dress over 
to my new boyfriend, and then let him give it to me! 
(Ha, Ha, she laughs,) He let me calm down after each 
strike, and afterwards I sure wasn't drunk anymore! I 
took pictures with him, and I hung around his neck so 
the camera could make a souvenir out of his handy work!

It was all very romantic, and my pussy was all wet for 
him by the time the prize giving was all over. 
Afterwards he came up to me and gave me a fresh drink 
and a vile of cocaine! He also let me keep his black 
tuxedo jacket which was quite expensive, and I ware it 
around town now when I go grocery shopping! I had it 
altered to fit, (she gushed.)"

"Of course they all fucked me into the early hours. I 
gave them such a good time. They were all old men. But 
very civilized, Mr. V.'s friends who I had never met. 
At lunch, Mr. V. and I discussed the cane thing, but I 
didn't tell John. Of course, John and I talked about 
the whole thing, and I told him everything that had 
happened, including the lunch and my deception! It got 
him off just to hear me tell him the story. Of course I 
had to suck him off. He thinks Mr. V. is too hard on me 
though. When you're actually doing the scenes, you 
don't really notice how hard they are!?" she said. "You 
like them, don't you daddy?"

"Yes. Did they film you with all the old men?"

"They didn't know it, but Mr. V. had some secret 
cameras hidden in the rooms we used! He even filmed the 
room where we had the party! He showed it to me the 
next day, when everyone else was gone! He put all that 
stuff on my copy of the tape that I gave to you daddy. 
But some of them asked me out on dates where we would 
film. A lot of money was mentioned. I'm going to do 
some of them, John isn't so sure!" she laughed 
hysterically. 

Then she suddenly got very serious. "This thing with 
Mr. V. is my chance," she said. "I think he loves me, 
and he's certainly very attracted to me. I love doing 
the scenes he puts me in, even though a lot of them are 
pain and suffering." My daughter eyed me up intently 
and said, "I love men, daddy. I love the things they're 
into, and I love the things they do to woman." Her 
whole face suddenly clouded over, "I only fuck for the 
camera though daddy and the money, I'm very exclusive." 

And then she laughed hysterically again. "John will 
bone me pretty hard if I ask him to," she said, "but he 
would never do something like hit me with a cane. You 
probably would like to do that though, wouldn't you 
daddy?" she asked, eyeing me up intently from under her 
concealing bangs.

I slipped her out of her clothes and laid her back. I 
pulled my bone out of my pants and fucked her in the 
missionary position. She came again, and I left her a 
sticky wet mess of orgasming convulsions. I lit up my 
cigar as I watched her on the couch. She always looked 
at me with a hurtful glance of contempt whenever we 
finished with one of our encounters. 

She had been an amateur gymnast and her tiny body was 
covered in smooth long muscles and perfect white skin. 
At 97 lbs. she usually wore her brunette hair at 
shoulder length, tied up in back, with outlandish 
bangs. She was very cute and my old neighbor, Mr. V. 
had remarked on her when she was only 13! When my 
daughter was finally done on the couch, she said 
scowling, "that was pretty good daddy, one of your 
better fucks. I hate you daddy," she said, and pecked 
me on the cheek, "I hope you know that." She picked up 
her clothes and went out into the hallway nude, closing 
the door behind her. 

From out in the hall I could hear my wife say, "Cindy, 
why don't you stay for coffee and cake darling?"

Teary eyed and upset, I heard my daughter say, "Okay, 
let me get dressed, Mom. Can I borrow a pair of pants?" 

Minutes latter they were both laughing and talking in 
the kitchen.


I could never get into fucking women and have always 
felt uncomfortable with them. When my daughter was 
young, my wife resorted to nude modeling for an art 
class at a local collage. "I'm board with our marriage 
and I want to do nude modeling for an art class at J--- 
C----- University," she said. "Otherwise I want a 
divorce." I let her. For years, my wife would go out on 
Tuesday nights wearing fitted clothes and a tight 
leather gasoline jacket. My wife showed me pictures of 
herself posing with the pictures the students had 
painted of her. Of course she was nude. 

As I said, women were never my thing. I was happy I 
discovered the business life. One time in high school I 
had sucked the cock for one of our football jocks. I 
was a sophomore, he was a senior. I worked in the 
athletics department for the coach. He was the star 
quarter-back. I worked it really good. Stroking the 
balls. Eating the shaft. I ate his come. Afterwards we 
took a shower together in the men's locker room. His 
cock was large and flaccid after it's ejaculation. My 
little cock was still hard and erect. I put one arm 
against the shower wall to support myself. 

I jerked myself off with my right hand. My sperm 
spraying on the shower wall. The senior mockingly 
chanted: "Go, Go, Go..." as I jerked it. Then he 
laughed as I came. "That's so pathetic," he said. He 
was a real man. After the experience, the senior turned 
me in to the coach. One time after a game the coach 
said to me, "way to take care of Hales," and messed my 
hair. My heart beamed.

The only real conversation I ever had with my daughter 
was on a Friday after I had fired three people at work. 
(It was a Friday the 13th.) I had made them take the 
blame for one of my mistakes. At my level of management 
the underlings are never talked to. All the decisions 
are made behind closed doors so to speak. I blamed it 
all on these three people to my boss and he told me to 
fire them. At the end of the day I drove my Cadillac to 
my tree shaded, half-million dollar house, feeling all 
evil. And not feeling any consequences. It was heaven. 

The little girl was happy to see me as usual and hung 
around with me while I watched the news hour. My wife 
had been bothering me to talk to my daughter about sex 
and I told her to go get the magazines in the top 
drawer of my desk. "I want to be present when daddy 
talks to you about these things, okay sweetheart?" My 
wife had said to my daughter. "We have something very 
important to talk to you about," she said. 

The little girl came back with my stack of Penthouses 
and handed them to me smiling. We sat down on one of 
the couches in my den. My daughter was all happy and 
eager, "What are they daddy?" she asked. We spent an 
hour looking through the pictures and admiring the 
beautiful women. (I like Penthouse because the woman 
are invariably slutty and low class.) I went on about 
pussies and breasts. I talked about what made a slut. 

Eventually my wife looked it to see what we were doing. 
She sat down on one of the couches and listed in. 
Finally I said, "men like to show them off to their 
friends. It makes them feel important. That's why these 
girls are all turned out in these magazines. It's to 
make the men feel important." My wife was quiet and 
admittedly, I toned it down since she was there. Then 
to my amazement, my wife started telling my daughter 
about masturbation, cock sucking and getting felt up. 
"If a boy ever wants you to do something with him I 
want you to come tell your father, okay honey?" my wife 
said to my bewildered daughter. "We're going to bring 
the young man in here and look him over, okay 
sweetheart. We'll tell you if we like him, and we'll 
tell you what you should do. You might have to let him 
feel you up. Okay!"

"That was so nice of you to talk to her," my wife said 
to me, when we were done. 

Mr. V. was an older gentleman. Previously the owner of 
one of the photo labs in the neighboring metropolis' 
downtown area. Mr. V. had been retired for years when I 
knew him and he is now onto greener pastures. Over the 
4th of July weekend when my daughter was 13, she and I 
were over Mr. V.'s. Sipping lemon aid on his back 
porch. Mr. V.'s wife was serving us. She was a well 
endowed woman. Just the opposite of my wife and 
daughter. Mrs. V. had a 38 chest sitting above her 35 
hips and slimmer waist. I had asked Mr. V. what her 
measurements were, one time, and he candidly told me. 
Mrs. V. was a modest woman and I never saw her anything 
less then well dressed. 

That day she wore a fancy shirt and capri pants with 
flip-flops. But she was a sight to behold. I used a 
bathroom they had in their basement. To my surprise, 
Mrs. V. was waiting for me when I was finished. I had 
never been down their basement and it was just as moldy 
and stony as mine. In one corner though, they had a 
separate room that was dry and well painted. It was 
well lit. 

There was row after row of filing cabinets. Filled with 
thousands of pictures of maybe hundreds of girls. "This 
is his hobby," said Mrs. V. smiling shrewdly. She 
showed me some of her husband's work and let me look. 
"What do you think?" she asked, as we walked back up 
the stairs.

Latter that night, when I took my little girl out to 
see the fireworks, "Don't talk to Mr. V." I told her. 
Years latter when my daughter was in high school, I had 
her out in the backyard practising her dives into the 
pool. Mr. V. and I were sitting in the living room 
watching TV and drinking beers into the evening. My 
daughter came in toweling off her wet hair and kissed 
me. Her wet bathing suit had attracted Mr. V.'s 
attention. It was clinging to the perfect little body 
tenaciously. MR. V. starred openly. My daughter soon 
began basking in his attention. Mr. V. grinned 
furiously. Basking in my embarrassment.

When this was all over, and my daughter had been 
married, sometimes she would come over and swim nude in 
my swimming pool. She didn't have one in her backyard, 
and I had already paid to remodel the bathrooms and the 
kitchen in her house, I wasn't going to pay for a 
swimming pool too, although I knew how much that meant 
to her... I had tortured her when she was younger, over 
making sure that her dives were perfect, and I had 
spent many hours studying her young shape as she 
struggled to master my swimming pool. Once she became 
good at it, she enjoyed it immensely. My relationship 
with my wife was warming up in those years. I drained 
the swimming pool and didn't have it refilled. My 
daughter was heart broken.

During her high school years, my daughter discovered 
the wonder of dope. A few times I had caught her 
smoking up in her bedroom. Dope seemed to embolden her 
and she would mouth off to me in the most vicious way 
she could. I told her that she wasn't allowed to smoke 
it or bring it into the house. Also she had been taking 
opportunities to walk around naked in the house. 
Usually when my wife wasn't home. I told her I didn't 
like her doing that. She just laughed at me casually 
and mocked me. 

Usually she was high when she did it. "Mommy does it in 
front of all those students," she said. "Oh you little 
SLUT!" I attacked back. To which she smiled gayly. She 
was involved in a gymnastics program at her school and 
her body was flawless. My wife would tacitly encourage 
her. One time I came home from work late on a Saturday 
night. It was the end of a long campaign and I had just 
pulled through by the skin of my teeth. I found my wife 
and my daughter nude in the hot tub, drinking beers and 
smoking some of my daughter's dope. 

One night I was working late on a weekend in my den. My 
daughter came knocked on my door at about 2 a.m. I told 
her to come in and she was completely naked and high, 
but smoking a tobacco cigarette. I told her that I did 
not want her smoking pot in my house and I didn't want 
her going around naked. She had broken two of my rules. 
My daughter laughed hysterically and told me that I 
"liked it." I told her I would have to punish her. My 
daughter got serious for a second and then burst out 
laughing. I told her I was going to have to spank her 
and she laughed even harder. "I might like it," she 
said, taking a puff out of her tobacco cigarette. 

We started talking and she turned the conversation to 
sex. She told me about some of my male business 
associates that she found attractive and her nipples 
began to perk up and get hard. My daughter talked about 
masturbation and how she had fingered herself 
experimentally. She said that she and a few other girls 
had watched a girl finger herself to orgasm in the 
girls locker room after a gymnastics class.

We talked and chatted for a few hours while I finished 
up my work and I told her what I was working on. Then I 
said, "before I go to bed, I'm going to spank you." 

My daughter had sobered up by then and she asked if she 
could get high again first. I said okay and I let her 
go upstairs and get her dope. She came back downstairs 
with a bag of cocaine and did a line right in front of 
me. She pulled herself together and smiled at me 
lusciously. 

"Okay, I'm ready," she said. Then she sauntered up to 
me and gave me a peck on the cheek, before assuming the 
position bent over my desk. Her hands clasped firmly on 
the edges of the desk. Out of control I put my hand 
firmly in between her legs feeling her up. My daughter 
let out a long gasp of pleasure and I could feel her 
hard wet clit in between my fingers. She began pumping 
her hips into my hand to get herself off. 

As she gasped and moaned I pinned her against the 
desktop with my free hand and jerked her off furiously. 
"Oh, yeah, do it," she moaned pleadingly. "Punish 
meee." Her pussy was soaked and lubricated, I could 
feel the wetness covering my hand. Soon she was 
orgasming in the worst way I cold imagine. Spurts of 
her fluid gushed out of her body. She was collapsed all 
over the top of my desk, her body twitching and 
spasming. Her legs, thighs and ass were a mass of 
twitches and spasms. She moaned hysterically, as she 
tried to recover herself. I stood back and watched and 
poured myself a stiff drink. My hand was covered in her 
sticky mucous. And there was a puddle of liquid on the 
floor of my den.

The next morning was a Sunday. I got up in the late 
afternoon. Usually I go into work in the morning to 
check things out for a few hours. When I got up I 
cooked breakfast: sausage and eggs and newspaper and 
coffee. My daughter came down wearing one of my best 
business shirts. It was a french blue dress shirt with 
white bar style collar and white french cuffs. My 
daughter wore it buttoned completely down the front, 
from the collar down.

 As soon as I saw her she modeled it for me by flinging 
her hands up over her head and whirling around. "Don't 
worry Daddy," she joked, "I'm completely nude 
underneath! And sweating at the arm pits." Usually I 
wouldn't accept this kind of behavior, but now I knew 
that things had changed. I wasn't going to thwart my 
daughter's will so much anymore... While we were eating 
our sausages, my daughter was reading me the paper. 
Inter-spliced with the news stories she made comments 
about herself. "You know daddy," she said, "a young 
girl like me could give you pleasures all day. I'm not 
sure I could take a real man yet; so somebody like you 
would be perfect for me."

"Is that what it says in the Times?" I said.

"It's VERY X-rated today. It's all about young woman 
doing what their told. And they'll do anything!"

My wife came in and looked my daughter over. "What was 
going on in your den last night honey," she said, 
without ever taking her eyes off my daughter's 
unacknowledging frame. Then without uttering a sound, 
my daughter folded up the paper and slinked out of the 
room. "She looks very well today," my wife commented.

The next Friday I was working late into the night. My 
daughter showed up at my office with some catalogues 
under her arm. I phoned in an order for a pizza 
delivery. After we ate she sat up on my desk and begged 
me to buy her some clothes. I picked up the phone and 
made the orders as she pointed out what she wanted. At 
the end I picked up her Victorias Secret catalogue and 
she pointed to a 69 dollar dress and some underwear. 
With the operator on the phone, I said to my daughter, 
"okay, but only if I can spank you tonight honey!" 
Looking at me like she was deeply shocked, she finally 
said, "okay, just this once." The office was dark and 
abandoned on that Friday night. 

I took her into the executive men's room and pushed her 
against the wall. I told her she was still a virgin 
until she let a man put his dick in her pussy. I talked 
to her about sucking my cock and giving me anal sex. My 
daughter agreed to it. There's nothing worse than 
having your ass ripped open by an unsympathetic gay man 
and dumping your b.m. to the cheers of toasting gay 
revellers. Woman are able to deal with indignity much 
better then men but it's inhuman not to be sympathetic. 
Anyway, there's no saving your dignity when you are 
emptying your bowels all over the place. I had my cute 
little daughter take a shower while I took a viagra. 
And then she took another shower afterwards!

She became totally under my control. Completely 
surrendered except for the occasional harsh tongue. She 
even stopped running around the house naked! She just 
got better and better every time. It was like I had 
Ming the Merciless' mind control ring over her. She was 
mostly smiles and pleasure. A mouth and ass. A 
prostitutable, beautiful package. One time during one 
of our ass hole fuck sessions, I said to her, "If you 
don't get married soon, I am going to whore you out to 
some of the men I know, for dates... A girl needs to be 
fucked."

"Ahhh, Owwww, Ahhhhhhh," she said. Same as always.

The police chief in my town lived right up the street 
from me and was my friend. I invited him up to the 
cabin that I own with my dog. -Ruffus was four years 
old and every year I went to the dog kennel and bought 
him a bitch about half his size to let him fuck. (Of 
course, the bitches never made it home with us.) My 
daughter had graduated from high school a year early 
and entered collage. She always got good grades, but my 
daughter was quite stupid. Her strong suit was in being 
a pretty girl. After her first year of collage, my 
daughter came home and asked to take a year off. 

I was fed up and went for my week up at the cabin. When 
the chief, I and the dog, got there that year, there 
was a VHS tape with an American Greetings card waiting 
at the local post office. Latter that night, after we 
got settled and had slept, I woke up and put the tape 
in. It showed my dog sitting on the floor wearing a 
pair of my sun glasses. There was a mix of Charlie 
Parker Jazz music and the sounds of a porno playing in 
the background. Then the camera turns and my daughter 
steps into the picture. She is wearing one of my good 
dress shirts. Open in front. Slung down over her 
shoulders. She wore a pair of black stockings on her 
legs. 

Her tiny boobs with perky nipples stood high on her 
sharp and flawless frame. My daughter lifted her 
shoulder length brown hair away from her face. 
Revealing it's delicate and unusual beauty. She smiled 
mercifully at my dog and clapped to him, getting him 
excited. Her bush was full and unshaven except where it 
would stick out of her one piece bathing suit. My 
daughter called the 120 lb. dog by my name and had him 
waging his tail and barking at her. She laughed 
casually and said, "Here Daddy, give me a great big 
kiss." 

Then she kisses him as he licks her. Letting the dog 
put his tongue into her open mouth. Embarrassed she 
laughingly pushes the dog away. Then has second 
thoughts and lets him probe the inside of her mouth, 
with his tongue, again. "Oh, You bastard," she says to 
him. She gets in front of the camera striking a 
dramatic pose. My daughter lights up a joint and then 
talks about how much she likes to dance and strip. 

With the joint consumed, she does a quick little strip 
tease. To take her stockings off she sits on a chair 
and puts her legs straight up in the air. After slowly 
teasing for the camera, she gets up and bends over 
fully, slowly pealing down the stockings. Not too shy 
in front of the camera. From time to time the dog jumps 
at her trying for her attention. She just pushes him 
away at the muzzle. Laughing at his antics before going 
back to her work. The whole time her hair covers her 
face. Finishing, with another dramatic pose for the 
camera. 

Next the tape is setup in my master bath. It shows my 
daughter taking a bubble bath with my dog. It's a noisy 
laughing affair. With my dog tackling my daughter and 
forcing her down under the suds. My pretty daughter 
squeals and laughs with delight throughout. Her little 
tits point firmly up with hard nipples. "Can I have a 
copy?" The Chief asked, as I ejected the tape at the 
end.

"Of Course."

Soon after he had to go beat himself off in the 
bathroom, and, when we got back, the chief started 
hanging around my house more often. He had come over to 
play poker with a bunch of guys from my shop. My wife 
had taken care of us all night, smiling at the guys and 
playing hostess. After the night was over, everyone had 
left but the chief. He had lost a couple of hundred 
dollars. My daughter showed herself at the end of the 
night. She came into the room wearing her loose fitting 
jeans and shirt, and sucked down the remains of some 
drinks that the guys had left behind. The chief was 
plastered on his chair and eyed her. My daughter 
flirted back at him. "I loved that movie you made with 
the dog," he said, "what does it take to get you to do 
that?" 

My daughter started in shock!

"Oh yes," I started, not knowing what to say, "The 
chief and I watched it up at the cabin, and the chief 
liked it!" I smiled pleasantly.

"I have to be high," she answered demurely.

"Do you have any laying around?" he asked.

My daughter about faced and went up to her room. She 
came back down with one of my dress shirts on, opened 
in the front and nude besides, and a bag of cocaine. 
She held the bag up for the chief as she slid my too 
long cuff up her arm. "I could put you in jail for 
that," said the chief, "I'll let you take it if you 
wear these," he said. The chief took a pair of thumb 
cuffs out of his pants pocket and presented them to my 
daughter for inspection. Exhaling all the air in her 
body, my daughter looked at the chief like he was the 
most romantic man in the world. My daughter's face was 
smiling her capitulation but the hand with the bag of 
cocaine trembled. The chief let her deposit the bag in 
his hand and cuffed her thumbs with the thumb cuffs. 
Then made a line on a book I had laying around.

He pinned her up against a wall of my den, holding her 
cuffed hands above her head and holding the line to her 
nose. "Go ahead and do it honey," he said. Looking up 
at him sheepishly and helpless, my daughter smiled 
before she took her first hit. Then she asked for 
another. When it was gone, the chief asked, "Can I feel 
you up honey?" My daughter laughed hysterically, 
finally holding up her body rigidly and licking her 
lips seductively for the chief. "Go ahead," she said, 
pushing her tongue up over her upper lip. At first the 
chief commented, "Nice pussy honey, nice and wet," and 
my daughter laughed and cooed as she thought she cold 
handle him. 

Then the chief put two fingers into her virgin box. My 
daughter squealed a horrible squeal of agony as her 
hole was opened for the first time. The pain was too 
much for her and she turned her head away from us men. 
She sobbed bitterly and spit ran down her face. "Give 
in to it, honey," the chief encouraged her. My daughter 
looked up at him for encouragement as his two big 
fingers ripped open her tight hole. She cried out in 
horrible agony and sobbed but soon her sobs turned into 
one of the biggest orgasms I had ever seen. Her face 
shook as she gasped and the spit flew out of her mouth. 
She wetted furiously around his feet. Soon she 
collapsed in a heap of twitches and gasps on the floor.

Cruelly the chief pried my daughter's thigh open with 
his shoe so he could see her pussy. The massive folds 
of wet labia fell out of her sharp little body 
fabulously. The chief looked at it and said, "Look at 
how wet that pussy is. That's amazing. I have a nephew 
who might want to marry her," the chief said to me. "He 
just got his tenure at J--- C-----, should I send him 
over?"

"Sure," I said, "And my daughter can have her second 
date in a week."

My daughter looked up at us. Still overcoming her 
orgasm. The chief was ready to leave but he made a show 
of dropping the keys to his handcuffs in his pocket. 
The next morning my daughter proudly walked in on my 
breakfast, still wearing only the shirt from the last 
night, and slammed her cuffed hands on the kitchen 
table. My wife smiled at her a sympathetic smile. "I 
know where they sell those things," I said, "I'll just 
go and buy another pair and we can use those keys." 

Now I'm not from the hood. And I have never whacked 
someone. Having grown up in a R.C. environment and 
having gone to their schools. Frequently, in the 
business world, I have heard things that I have never 
heard before. But the string of expletives against all 
men that emanated from my daughter's mouth at this 
time, eclipsed, anything, that I had ever heard before 
or after.

My wife covered her mouth in an effort to conceal her 
laughter!

A few days latter the chief's nephew came over and 
asked if he could marry my daughter! "Sure," I said. My 
daughter was ecstatic. "I'll pay for your wedding," I 
told her latter, "But you can't invite more than ten 
people total. Including you and the groom. It'll be 
hard for me to give you away, honey," I added. Her big 
brown eyes gushed her love for me. Me and my Viagra 
cock dominated her life at that point. None-the-less my 
daughter came to me a couple days latter with a 
proposal for an expanded guest list: Three Hundred 
People... I said no. It would be ten people. My 
daughter cried... All day. 

I told her I would giver her an extra $2000.00 for a 
more expensive wedding dress. I had her suck my cock 
and did her ass in the days leading up to her wedding. 
I was getting lucky with her while her finance was 
feeling her up! She would tell me about it.

The only vaginal penetration she had gotten was from 
the chief. With his two finger feel up. That didn't 
break the hymen though. I fucked my daughter's ass more 
intense and hard as the days culminated. I got grateful 
gleaming looks from her. One time after enduring a hard 
ass fucking, my daughter was getting up. She put her 
shirt on. I had dumped my load of cum on her face and 
then ass fucked her with my Viagra erection. She asked 
me if she should let her betrothed fuck her. "No 
fucking until marriage," I said. "Cock sucking is 
enough!" Of course, a few hours latter I WAS Hammering 
her ass again. She was insatiable. Always showered, and 
in those days, had just had an enema. When I 'gave her 
away,' I was almost sorry. 

A year after the marriage, the chief pulled into my 
driveway. He let himself in, I was in the kitchen 
eating a sandwich with my next door neighbor, Mr. V. 
The chief looked all agitated and excited. "I had a 
nice chat with you daughter this afternoon," the chief 
said abruptly. "I pulled her over for doing 80 on F----
---- Boulevard. When I went up to her door she had her 
blouse all opened for me." he said. "The little slut. I 
didn't write her the ticket but I followed her home. 
She made me a hamburger and some coffee. 

I had a girl's cheerleader uniform in my cruiser that I 
was gong to give for charity to one of the high school 
girls. I had your daughter try it on for me," said the 
chief. "It's either wear the uniform or I write you a 
ticket I told her," the chief said. "She can cheer 
pretty good. I had her do some of the high school 
cheers. And then we played a little version of spin-
the-bottle," the chief said.

"My way of spin-the-bottle, is to put a bunch of post-
it's notes around in a circle and then you drink a beer 
and spin it in the post-it's notes to see which one the 
bottle points to! Well, the bottle pointed to, 'What's 
the dirtiest sex thing you ever did?' And the answer to 
that question was, she sucked her dog's cock!" The 
chief laughed in amazement at what he had just said. 
"So I said," said the chief, "that I was going to have 
to drink a few more beers, and then I was going to have 
to see that! We brought the dog in her kitchen, and I 
said, Aren't you glad you were speeding on F-------- 
Boulevard to day, honey? 

I started getting a little grabby on her and I said 
again, I know you are, because your getting all wet 
down there," he confessed. "I grabbed her boobs and 
began massaging them, 'I'm gonna fuck you, honey, and 
you're gonna squeal like a stuck pig,' is what I said," 
he said. "Well, your daughter broke out laughing and 
locked herself in a room."

Mr. V. jumped up and got on the phone, calling my 
daughter. He put her on speaker phone.

"The chief is sorry he scared you," Mr. V. said.

"I'm fine," my daughter said.

"You know we've all been interested in seeing you fuck 
for a very long time." Mr. V. said.

"The chief said he would make me squeal like a pig!" my 
daughter giggled.

"Would you like that," asked Mr. V.

"Why did he go?"

"What do you think about bestiality?" Mr. V. asked.

My daughter was intrigued. "Hmmm, What do you have in 
mind?" she asked.

"We would all like to see you fuck your daddy's dog for 
us." The line fell silent.

"The chief could have had me today," my daughter said 
with a pause in her voice. "But I think you men should 
all go masturbate yourselves. I'm no slut."

Mr. V. excused himself and went home. I told the chief 
that the owner of my company was stopping by latter for 
cards and that I needed another player, since Mr. V. 
had gone. He was happy to stay on! The chief got quite 
drunk and he was very agitated at his luck. He repeated 
to the owner of my company the whole story with my 
daughter. My owner listened and he said, "Wow, Frank, 
that's Cindy right? I've seen her around the office 
haven't I? Didn't she marry that professor from J--- C-
----? How's that going?" 

Then the chief told my owner about the telephone 
conversation with Mr. V. "Wow," he said, "That's 
amazing! What departments did you want to head up 
Frank?" Toward the end of the evening Mr. V. called and 
said, "Hi Frank, guess who I have over my place? And 
guess if she's wearing a cheerleader's uniform? I think 
she needs be straightened out by some men, would you 
like me to bring her over."

Minuets latter, Mr. V. brought my daughter into my den 
wearing a cheerleader's uniform sweater and skirt, but 
they were much to small and fit very tightly. They 
looked like they were made for a young girl. My 
daughter had her hair tied up in back with white 
ribbon, and out front her biggest bangs ever and she 
wore her white tennis shoes. She wouldn't look me in 
the eyes when she came in. I've spent the last few 
hours showing Cindy some of my photography equipment," 
Mr. V. smiled gleefully. The chief reintroduced my 
daughter to my owner. She urbanely ignored the chief, 
but politely shook hands with my owner. She looked 
ravishing in the cheerleaders outfit.

"The chief has been telling us about earlier today. I'd 
love to see some of that myself," my company owner said 
slyly but politely.

My daughter hid her face behind huge bangs and dug her 
foot in. Too shy to say anything.

"You should see some of the photos I have just taken of 
her! Its' not very hard to get her to show you things." 
Mr. V. smiled pleasantly as he outed her brutally.

"Did you say you had a camera?" my company owner said 
blandly. "Why didn't you bring it over? She certainly 
is a pretty girl."

Mr. V. slipped out to get his camera, and he came back 
with a movie camera and a tripod! "I'm not against 
making a stag film," he muttered, when he got back.

"I love that ring," my company owner said happily. "I 
certainly wouldn't think any less of her if she put on 
a show for us tonight!"

Taking heart, my daughter perked up.

"You look like a young lady who could make quite an 
impression on a bunch of old men like us," my owner 
said.

"Yes she does," agreed the chief abrasively.

"Your dad wants quite a lot at work honey, I think you 
could show me why I should give it to him!"

My daughter gushed, smiled and looked at my owner, 
still keeping her foot firmly planted in my carpet, and 
still hiding behind her bangs.

My owner took her by the hand and led her over to my 
couch. He began feeling her up, and she immediately 
tried to kiss him! The chief and I could see that she 
had completely shaved her previously hairy bush. My 
owner had fun with her, kissing down her neck, and then 
he whispered in her ear, "Fuck your daddy's dog..." The 
room fell silent. My daughter locked eyes with him and 
they gazed at one another's faces for an eternity. 

My daughter seductively wrapped her tongue around her 
lips. "No, I won't do it," she finally mocked. My owner 
took her by the back of the hair and started rubbing 
her pussy, he asked her, "Have you ever thought about 
doing that? sweetheart?" My daughter groaned and moaned 
as he pulled on her hair and stroked her pussy. My 
owner told the chief to go and get my dog. My daughter 
began laughing as she enjoyed my owner's love making 
technique. "I just love a BIG POWERFUL DOG," she said 
almost apologetically, looking up at my owner with big 
eyes.

"This is going to be so good for your daddy at work!" 
my owner said seriously. "I want you to stand up and 
strip."

My daughter laughed a quick laugh and finally with a 
very serious and womanly look on her face, she 
disengaged herself from my owners octopus grasp, and 
stood up. Doing a model's pose with one leg slightly 
lifted in the air, she put her hands on the sweater and 
surveyed the audience with anticipation. "I know you 
all want to see a nude woman," she said.

Then my daughter unceremoniously pulled off her sweater 
and unzipped her skirt, letting the skirt fall off her 
body. Nude except for her engagement and wedding bands. 
And the ribbon in her hair and her tennis shoes. "I 
don't mind fucking a dog," she announced giving her 
already erect nipples a good squeeze then raising her 
arms up over her head in a lotus position. Finally, 
changing moods, she grabbed my dog by the muzzle, 
bending over him and exclaiming, "Your going to get so 
lucky tonight daddy. And these men are going to watch 
you!" Over the last few years, my dog had fucked many 
bitches when I took him up to my cabin retreats. 120 
pounds of muscle and energy, I knew he was a vicious 
fucker and I knew he could get his dick up. 

Modeling seductively for my owner, my daughter said, 
"You know you could put a stop to this. You don't 
really want to see me get fucked by this beast!"

"Yes we do," my company owner said sweetly and 
encouragingly. "We all really want to see it!"

"Where do you want him? In my ass or in my pussy," my 
daughter said, ignoring my owner all of the sudden. He 
said, "That knot's going to be so big, but we all want 
to see it in you ass sweetheart!" My daughter said, in 
a retarded way, shrugging her shoulders dramatically 
for effect, "A man or a dog, what's the difference?" 
Then, kneeling in front of the dog and petting him, she 
said "Your such a lucky dog," she told him. "Fucking me 
deep in my ass, having your way with me. Making me your 
bitch in front of these handsome men."

The chief sneered and laughed. "We want to see you 
taking that dog's knot deep in your ass Cindy," he told 
her, barely containing his contempt and joy. "How does 
that make you feel." For her reply, My daughter gushed 
a huge gush and twirled around again smiling and 
looking up at my company owner. "I wouldn't do this if 
you weren't here," she said. She modeled a few nude 
poses for us, looking directly into my owners' eyes the 
whole time. "We're going to need some anal lube for 
you," my company owner said sensitively. 

My daughter immediately crumpled to the floor, sitting 
with her head cast down. My owner pulled her by the 
hair, and bent her over a table. I found a tube of KY 
jelly. My owner took it from me and began to work a 
little of the gooey stuff into her ass. He took his 
time, feeling her ass hole and pussy, eventually, 
bringing my daughter to a loud shuddering climax. The 
juices from her orgasm sprayed the floor. As my 
daughters orgasmed helpless body, twitched and flinched 
bent over the table, he continued to work the KY jelly 
into her ass until the whole tube was used. Then he 
pulled her by the hair again and said, "It's time 
dear." My daughter perked up and laughed with a blank 
retarded look on her face.

"That was the best orgasm I ever had," she said smiling 
stupidly.

"Now your going to get a good ass fuck," my companies 
owner said pleasantly. My daughter burst out in a mix 
of laughter and tears. She was really a classy looking 
young lady. Except for having unusually small but perky 
breasts, she was a dream with dark hair. She was above 
this. I didn't think she would do it. Getting control 
of herself again, she said, "I'd do anything for a 
bunch of men. The chief doesn't count," she mocked. 
"Ooooh, he's such a HANDSOME LOOKING dog!" my daughter 
said laughing. "And I hope it hurts!" she added 
exquisitely. My owner took her by the hair and motioned 
for her to take her place on the floor. Laughing and 
looking at him approvingly gay, she knelt down in front 
of him, and then assumed the doggy position on the 
floor. 

My dog licked at my daughter's outrageously large labia 
and perfectly chiseled ass. Much to his new bitches 
enjoyment. My daughter moaned and groaned and almost 
reached orgasm again, as my dog cleaned the excessive 
mucous lubrication hopelessly oozing from her pussy. 
The chief encouraged him to mount her. My daughter was 
ready to be fucked. She reached back and grabbed his 
cock at the base and guided it to her ass hole. The dog 
drove it home and pumped furiously until he had it 
knotted inside her. Then he started madly humping her, 
his hind legs scampering for leverage.

My daughter bravely kept herself in the doggy position 
for the entire ordeal. Ass held high in the air. After 
all the heavy thrusting, squealing and moaning, doggy 
semen finally began pouring out of my daughters fucked 
ass. The dog gave her a few final thrusts to show his 
dominance before loosing interest and dismounting. But 
The knot stayed swelled in my daughters ass, leaving 
them tied together for a few more heart wrenching 
minutes. "Oh, you fucking dog," my daughter exclaimed 
as a fit of hysteria and shock left her sobbing on the 
floor. The chief laughed as the final moments of my 
daughter's agony played out. When my dog could finally 
pull out, he unceremoniously walked away. My daughter 
was so sore and shaken that she couldn't move. "This is 
the best time I ever had," the chief said loudly, 
laughing like an idiot.

My company owner went over to her and very tenderly 
whispered something in her ear which my daughter 
responded to. He sat on the floor and talked to her 
about how much he wanted to fuck her! Then he took her 
over to the couch and pulled out his cock. He laid back 
my daughter and fucked her missionary until he came in 
her pussy! My daughter was screaming and crying the 
whole time, but she kept on encouraging him by telling 
him to "do it," and "fuck me harder!" The chief, I and 
Mr. V. were all shocked. I had never seen my daughter 
fucked in the pussy before. When he was done, my 
company owner grabbed my daughter by the ponytail and 
slammed her head down onto the couch! "Ugh!" she said. 

My company owner put his face right up to her's and 
said, "That was one of the best fucks I have ever had 
honey, and I have fucked a lot of pussy." My daughter 
started bawling and crying on the spot. Her whole body 
shook like she had had an orgasm! My company owner just 
fucked her further while she cried. Finally, after my 
daughter had calmed down a bit and just got into the 
normal rhythm of fucking again, my owner took his whole 
sticky cock out of my daughter's pussy and flopped it 
on her mouth. "Swallow it sweetheart," he said. 

He made her swallow the whole thing until she chocked 
on it! When he finally got up, he said, "Next!" My 
daughter laid there on the couch in a perfect models 
pose, except, that, her mascara had run down all over 
her face from the tears, and her pussy and ass were 
dripping with men's and a dog's come. But her breasts 
and nipples stood up perfectly at attention.

That's when the chief dropped his pants and said, "I'm 
gonna ride this little filly into the sunset." He went 
up to my daughter and had her suck him off, and then he 
bent her over and did her doggy style. He shot his load 
into her pussy also, and then he said, "This has been 
quite a day for you sweetheart, and many more to come." 
My daughter just buried her head in the pillows on my 
couch. Mr. V. gave me a silent toast with his whiskey 
glass and I thought the night was over. 

A few minutes latter when I was walking by my den on my 
way upstairs to bed, I could hear my daughter moaning 
like she was getting fucked again. Mr. V. was behind 
her in the doggy position with his pants down, giving 
her the most brutal fuck of the night. My daughter's 
whole body shook up and down, her hair flew in every 
direction, and her titties flopped up and down at a 
tremendous pace. Mr. V. was pounding her like a 
machine. I had to call my son-in-law with the excuse 
that she was helping my wife for a few days.


A couple of days latter, my pretty daughter bounced up 
to my house all happy and excited. Mr. V. had 
approached her about modeling in one of his porno 
films. We sat down in my den and I poured her a whiskey 
and lit us up both cigars. 

"Is this something you would be telling your husband 
about?" I asked in feigned concern.

"Of course. I have already talked to him."

"What did he say?"

"He said as long as it wasn't going to be hard core."

"Is it going to be hard core?"

"Of course. I like to come."

Mr. V. had rented a large modernist house, fully 
furnished, in a neighboring suburb, it was located on a 
private drive on a forested lot. Mr. V.'s friend worked 
as a polygraph expert. He was allowed to stay at the 
house for the week Mr. V. had taken it. Mr. V. had 
hired another local lady who did hair and makeup to 
tend to my daughter. She was somebody who Mr. V. used 
for many of his projects. We filmed for two days and 
his makeup artist was there for both days. When we 
first entered the house, I was shocked at how beautiful 
it looked. 

My property had trees, but I also had a large lawn. And 
my house was much older then this one. The whole back 
of the house was opened with glass. Mr. V. ever the 
consummate pornographer, had a rack with woman's 
clothes in the spacious dining room. My daughter 
immediately went to the clothes on the rack and made a 
big deal out of them. Mr. V. tried to turn her 
attention to the shoes and a bondage collar and he 
showed her a police stun gun. My daughter picked up the 
collar and flung it back down on the table without 
comment. 

The first day they spent about five hours doing my 
daughter's hair and makeup. They highlighted her 
brunette hair and turned her out like I have never seen 
her before. Then Mr. V. spent the rest of the afternoon 
having her model around for him. First she wore a cute 
little black cocktail dress and the bondage collar, 
with black stockings and tennis shoes. 

Soon the dress came off. Mr. V. covered every aspect of 
her body with his camera. We all looked on and ate 
sandwiches and drank coffee. At one point Mr. V. 
attached a dog leash to the collar around my daughter's 
neck. And snapped away with pictures of that scene. My 
daughter loved it. Mr. V.'s makeup artist would 
continually touch her up and pose her hair. And dry the 
mucous from my daughters crotch as my daughter 
continually lubricated herself. To finish, Mr. V. had 
her smoke a cigarette and sit on a chair for questions 
about how she liked modeling. 

"You know, Cindy, this movie is called The 
Inquisition."

"Tomorrow we're going to hook you up and ask you 
questions."

"We're going to know everything about you that we want 
to."

"Does that make you nervous?"

"You've never met Mr. Peterson before."

"How do you feel about performing in front of a man 
you've never met before."

"Will you be embarrassed when he finds out if you lied 
to any of our questions?"

"I like using Mr. Peterson because he's excellent at 
fucking the girls I give him, and then he doesn't mind 
humiliating them with the lie detector, and using the 
stun gun on them the next day."

"When he uses the stun gun on you. Will you bee 
embarrassed."

"What kind of questions do you think he will ask."

"Will they be about your sex life?" 

Throughout all of this, my daughter gets mockingly 
quizzical expressions on her face and pretends to 
ponder what Mr. V. says. While he is talking, my 
daughter stroked her pussy, eyeing Mr. Peterson up, to 
see how much he liked watching her do that. When she 
was done she put her fingers in her mouth and licked 
them clean. What a slut. "What do you think?" said Mr. 
V. "I told you she was going to be good." "I want to 
fuck her," the expert said, still setting up his 
equipment. My daughter laughed hysterically. When it 
was over, she went over to Mr. Peterson who was sitting 
in a distant chair, and whispered in his ear, "I am 
ready for you. Daddy-O!"

It was getting late, but Mr. V.'s makeup artist stayed 
and bathed my daughter and gave her a massage. I went 
home. My daughter stayed at the rental overnight. The 
next morning I got over there at about 8 AM. My 
daughter had fucked the expert for the camera late the 
previous night but now they were in different rooms. 
Mr. V.'s makeup artist was in the kitchen making 
breakfast and wearing the same clothes from the day 
before. 

Mr. V. was editing his film. The expert was asleep in 
one of the bedrooms upstairs, as was my daughter in the 
master bedroom. Mr. V.'s makeup lady filled me in on 
all the details. Peterson had told the makeup lady and 
Mr. V. that my daughter looked just like his daughter 
and they were the same age. Mr. V. had called a late 
night meeting that they held in the master bedroom that 
my daughter had confiscated. 

They ate a delivered pizza and talked. My daughter had 
been on the phone with her husband, but she hung up for 
the meeting. Mr. V. wanted to try a few publicity 
photos of my daughter with Mr. Peterson. It started out 
with Mr. Peterson wearing a dark suit and a quickly 
fashioned executioners mask, made out of a brown pillow 
case. Holding up the police stun gun in his hand. My 
daughter was already quite worked up and excited from 
the conversion she had been having with her husband on 
the phone. So she was game. 

She wore the pair of black 5" heels and black 
stockings, with the black bondage collar around her 
neck. Mr. V. snapped about five rolls of film. "I want 
you to treat me like I'm YOUR daughter tomorrow," my 
daughter reportedly said to Mr. Peterson, while they 
were taking the photos. With the executioners mask 
still on, my daughter sucked Mr. Peterson's cock. Then 
they started shooting film for the movie. "Let's just 
say he pounded three orgasms out of her," the makeup 
lady added for effect, before she took a sip from her 
coffee.

About ten-o'clock, my daughter came down the stairs 
wearing a white dress shirt belonging to the man who 
owned the house. She was wearing a pair of his socks 
also. The shirt was too big on her and she had the 
sleeves pushed up so she could get her hands past the 
cuffs. Her gorgeous hair from yesterday was gone and 
she had it all in tangles and messy. She sat in the 
kitchen with Mr. V. and myself and drank Mr. V.'s 
coffee. She stank like a whore covered in sperm and 
dried pussy juice. She gave me a very elite smile over 
the cup of coffee she had stolen from Mr. V. She was 
very proud of herself and what she had done. And she 
knew I liked to watch.

There was a new Ferrari in the garage and Mr. V. took 
us down to see it. The owner also had a black Bentley. 
My daughter kept her distance and was cool about the 
cars. The keys were in them and Mr. V. started the 
Ferrari and thrashed the engine. The sound was, of 
course, impressive, especially in the enclosed garage. 
My daughter looked away and covered her ears. When we 
went back up into the house, we went into the bedroom 
of the still sleeping expert, for a morning meeting. 

The expert didn't even get out form under the covers 
and my daughter sat on the edge of his bed. My daughter 
loved her luxury and she was angling from the first, to 
get the makeup artist to give her another bath and 
pamper her the way things had gone the day before. Mr. 
V. announced, "I have this little hook that we'll screw 
into the ceiling of the master shower, that we will tie 
Cindy up to. It'll make for a very erotic 
'electrocution,' scene." My daughter gushed and blushed 
as she looked at him with her full attention. "Of 
course it'll just be one shock on the ass.

The happy ending to my little movie. We'll get started 
with Cindy out buy the pool. Filming her doing dives 
and swimming in the morning sun. Then hair and makeup. 
Well, I'd like to see her do a cock sucking scene," Mr. 
V. added. "We cold get her back in that dress, and, we 
could get Mr. Peterson dressed up. They are standing in 
front of the fireplace heaving a flirtatious 
conversion. Cindy turns around and lets Mr. P. unzip 
her dress. I'd like to see some kissing at that point, 
and some groping. 

Then Cindy sucks his cock." When Mr. V. said that, wide 
eyed, my daughter laughed casually and agreed to it. 
She smiled broadly at the undercover Mr. Peterson. 
Finally, Mr. V. said, "Then we'll finish up by hooking 
Cindy up to Mr. Peterson's lie detector, and he can ask 
her a bunch of stupid questions. Then into the master 
shower for the stun gun finale! So we'll start off down 
by the pool then." My daughter led the expedition down 
to the pool. Mr. Peterson went back to sleep.

She did another cock sucking scene with Mr. Peterson. 
They talked by the fireplace, my daughter holding a lit 
cigarette in her hand, and then kissed. Mr. Peterson 
very creepily said, "I can't wait to see you hooked up 
to my equipment." My daughter smiled at him admiringly 
and took another puff from her cigarette. "You know 
it's really gonna hurt when I use the stun gun," he 
said. My daughter smiled and gushed slight laughter. 
"I'm really going to enjoy watching you fry!" 

My daughter put her arms up over her head and turned 
around for him. The expert unzipped her dress. My 
daughter slid out of it, the arm with the cigarette 
held high above her head. She turned around to face the 
expert, taking a long draw out of the cigarette. He 
grabbed a breast and fondled it. "I think I'm in love 
with you," he said. It was very romantic. My daughter 
laughed.

"I'm ready," she said, and timidly stroked his pants at 
the crotch. She got on her knees and waited for him to 
pull out his wiener. When he finally pulled it out, she 
attacked it with her mouth. Hungrily sucking the shaft 
and hairy balls. He finally exploded on her face and 
hair, as my daughter gasped and cried, then she laughed 
and said, "Make-up! Do you want me to fuck him?" my 
daughter asked while she was getting fixed up. 

"Yes. Latter on tonight," answered Mr. V. "Anyway, he's 
going to fuck you hard enough with that stun gun." My 
daughter cooed a pleased smile. Just by the look on her 
face, I cold see that my daughter was lubricating her 
pussy to the point of obscenity. "I'm ready for it," 
she replied. For some unknown reason my daughter loved 
men.

They hooked her up to Mr. Peterson's machine and he 
asked her a bunch of dumb questions. Then they took her 
up to the shower. "Ohhh, Fuuuck!" she announced, as Mr. 
Peterson delivered the electric current to her 
perfectly shaped ass cheek. When they finally stopped, 
she said, "I didn't expect that. You bastards!" 

Seconds latter she was sobbing her heart out. The 
makeup lady smirked and smiled a satisfied smile at my 
daughter. When it was over, the make up lady confided 
in me, "I love it when he makes these kinds of movies. 
And your daughter was so pretty!"

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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