("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Stolen - 3 by Impax (pax420@gmail.com) *** Because doing what you're told is what makes one a good girl. (MMF, reluc, inc, oral, exh) *** PART THREE Later that day, when she got home, both her parents were waiting for her in the parlor. They invited her to sit on the settee in front of them, before she even had a chance to go upstairs and change. "Honey, we need to talk," her mother began. "About Alex. And you." "He is coming for dinner Wednesday, right?" her father asked. "What? I didn't ask him," Angie blurted. "I figured you wouldn't let me see him." "Why would you think that?" her mother asked. "Isn't he a nice boy? Is there some reason you shouldn't be allowed to go out with him?" "No..." she said. "He's very nice, and I like him. A lot." "Good," her father said. "We'd just like to meet him, that's all. You're old enough, and mature enough, to make adult decisions, aren't you? I think we've done a good job of raising you, and I trust you. You're a good girl, Angie, and I'm proud of you." "How much do you like this boy, Angie? Have you kissed him yet?" her mother asked. "Yes," Angie admitted. Her parents shared a look, she noticed. "You liked kissing him, didn't you, Angie?"" he father asked. There wasn't much kindness in his voice, and his tone demanded an answer. A truthful answer. "Yes, daddy," she admitted. "What else did you do besides kissing?" her mother asked sharply, "Angie, are you still a virgin?" "No," Angie said, then burst into tears. "I'm sorry, please don't send me away! I promise, I'll never do it again!" "Oh, Angie," her mother said, and her tone said it all. "Was it Alex?" Angie nodded, still crying. She couldn't look either one of her parents in the face. "Was it just him, or have there been others, too?" her father asked. "Just him," Angie whispered. "Good," her father said. "Do you love him?" "With all my heart," Angie said, looking up for the first time. "He's always been my best friend, and now we can share everything together. He makes me feel... complete." "Then we definitely want to meet him." said her father. "You may call him tonight and invite him over. Why don't you do it right now, while it's still early? I think we're done with our little talk." "Yes, daddy," she said. "So, I'm not in trouble, then?" she asked, her voice full of hope. "Not yet, but trouble is just a hair's breath away, Angie," her father told her. "You have some very important decisions to make, very soon, decisions that will influence the direction of the rest of your life, but I know you'll make the right choices. You're a very smart girl." "What sort of decisions?" she asked, puzzled. "Go make your call, dear," he mother said. "Do as your father told you, don't ask more questions." "Yes, mother," Angie said, then went over to the phone. She dialed Alex's number, then waited for him to come to the phone. "Alex? Are you free for dinner tomorrow night?" she asked, a moment later. She listened, then put her hand over the mouthpiece. "He has football practice all the rest of the week. Can he come over for a little while tonight?" "That's fine, dear. Do we need to go pick him up?" her mother said. "No, he's riding his bike, he said. It's only a couple of blocks," Angie told them. "That's great," he father smiled. "Tell him we'll be expecting him." Angie relayed the message, then hung up. "He's on his way. Can I go upstairs and get changed before he gets here?" "Good idea," her mother agreed. "I'll help you pick something out." Mr. McCallister picked up the paper and shook it open, smiling to himself as the two women went upstairs. His little girl had finally grown up. *** Alex rang the doorbell, and Angie's father opened it, smiling at the handsome young man on his porch. "You're a big fellow, aren't you?" said Mr. McCallister, holding out his hand and looking up at Alex. "Yes, sir. Alex Peterson, sir. Pleasure to meet you." "Frank McCallister. Come on in and make yourselves comfortable." They made their way into the living room and sat down, Frank in his chair, and Alex on the settee, in almost the same place Angie had just occupied. "The girls are upstairs getting dressed," Frank explained, seeing Alex glance around the room for Angie. "They should be back down momentarily." "Yes sir." Alex replied. "You have a lovely home." "Thanks," Frank said. "It's all Joanne's doing, the decorating and paint and stuff. I'm an investment banker, well, mostly retired now." The two men chatted for another long moment, not really saying much, just killing time until Angie and her mother reappeared. He told about getting on the football team this week, but since he hadn't even gone to one practice yet, let alone played in any games, there wasn't much to talk about. *** Angie's mother followed her into her room and closed the door behind them. "It's time for our real talk," she said. "Angie, how many times has he fucked you?" "Umm, twice yesterday, and twice this morning," Angie said. "At school?" her mother said, scandalized. "Weren't you afraid of getting caught, or did that just make it better?" "Actually, we did get caught," Angie said. It was quite a relief to be talking about this, and she let the words flow out in a gush. "Alex took me to an office in the back of the boy's locker room, the Coach's office, and we fucked. Then we saw Coach standing there, and he... he told Alex to make me go over there and suck him, too!" "Did you do it?" asked her mother, an unreadable expression on her face. "Yes," Angie whispered, ashamed. "Alex told me to do it, so I did. Then they got me on all fours, and Alex fucked me while I sucked on the Coach." Angie's mother buried her face in her hands. "Okay. Okay." she said, trying to calm herself down. "You're only sixteen, but okay." She looked up at her daughter, tight lipped. "Did you like it? Did you like it when Alex told you to do that? Did you like the way the second man's come tasted different?" "Yes," Angie whispered. "Did he have to make you do it, or was he just telling you to do something you wanted to do anyway?" "He didn't make me," Angie admitted softly. "I didn't want to, at first, but when he told me to do it, it made it easier. And once I started, I couldn't stop." "It's okay, Angie, you did everything just right," said her mother, smiling reassuringly. "But there's some rules about this sort of thing. You have to stay faithful to Alex from now on." "I know that, mother." Angie smiled, "I want to, anyway. I love Alex. He'll take good care on me." "Listen to me, Angie. This is important," said her mother, seriously. "You're a slut. It's okay to be a slut, in secret, but it's imperative that it stay a secret." "Why?" Angie asked. "Why can't anyone know?" "Appearances are everything," her mother told her. "It's very important that nothing could ever be used as blackmail against you, because of your father. Because of who he is, and the people he represents. We can never be weak to these people, or all will be lost." "I don't understand," Angie said. "Who are these people?" "I don't know who they are, and I don't need to. Your father knows them, and I trust him. Just as he's trusting me, and you, not to let him down. I don't know who they are, but they are ruthless, and so are the enemies who would seek to use you against him. Them," she said. "So, you have to be a slut in secret. Alex has to keep your secret, too. There can never be a repeat of what happened in school today, do you understand? Alex will be welcome to come here whenever he wants, and you can do whatever you want with him, in this house, but nobody can ever know what goes on here. When we go downstairs, I'm going to tell your father everything you told me, and he will explain things to Alex, when he gets here." She looked at Angie again. "If Alex can't or won't agree to your father's rules, you will never see him again, or risk expulsion from this family. Do you understand? The people your father represents are more important than you or me, and if something happens, we could all be killed to protect them. Do you understand? Killed!" Angie nodded, swallowing hard. She'd seen enough movies and TV to know that people like that existed. She just didn't know that her family was connected to any of them. "Pick an outfit out, and put it on," said her mother. "Then come downstairs. I'll have spoken to your father by the time you're done." She kissed her daughter on the cheek and smiled at her. "Welcome to womanhood, sweetie." "Thanks, mom." Angie smiled back and went to her closet as her mother closed the door behind her. *** When she got to the living room, she saw Alex already there, chatting with her husband. "Hello, I'm Joanna McCallister," she said, smiling and holding out her hand. Alex stood up and took it. "Alex Peterson, ma'am," he said, looking down at her. She was as petite as her daughter, barely more than four feet tall, and very similar in their facial features. "You're every bit as pretty as your daughter." "Thanks you," she smiled at the compliment, then turned to her husband. "Could I speak to you in the kitchen for a moment?" "Sure," Frank agreed. He turned to Alex. "Excuse us a moment, please? Feel free to turn on the television, if you wish." "May I look at your pictures?" he asked, gesturing towards the far wall, where several dozen framed family photos were hung. "Of course," beamed Mrs. McCallister, taking her husband's arm. Alex went over to look at the pictures as they left. Just a moment after they were gone, Angie came in, and saw him looking at the photos, and came over to him. "Hi," she said, taking his arm. "Well hello," he smiled, looking down at her. "You look lovely. Are you wearing make-up?" "A little," she said. "I wanted to look nice for you." "I like it," he said. "It enhances the beauty that is already there." "Thank you," she whispered shyly. He leaned down and took a deep breath. "I like your perfume, too," he said, bending down and nuzzling her neck. "You smell good enough to eat, with no flower garnish." "I'm not wearing perfume," she said, puzzled. "Really?" he asked, surprised. "That wonderful smell is you?" Before she could respond, her parents came back into the room with them. "See? I told you," said Angie's mother. "They're already at it." "I didn't doubt you when you said it in the kitchen," her father said blandly. "Come over here and sit down, you two. We need to have an important talk." He looked straight at his daughter. "Remember I told some important decisions were coming up shortly? They're here," he said. He switched his gaze to Alex. "You have some decisions to make tonight, too, son," Frank said. "Decisions that will affect the rest of your life, if you want to have a future with my daughter." "Yes sir," Alex said seriously. "My wife informs me that you commanded my daughter to perform a sexual act on another man today." "Yes sir," Alex admitted. "Command her to perform another sexual act. Right here in the living room." "Sir?" Alex asked. "This is a test, son. Tell her to do something, right here in front of us," Frank said. "You had enough power over her before; let's see how much power you really have." "Daddy?" Angie gasped, not believing her ears. "Shut up, slut. The men are talking," Frank snapped, not even looking at her. Angie closed her mouth and sat there, stunned. She looked at her mother, but got a finger to the lips in response. Angie sat there quietly and listened as her father and best friend decided her fate. Frank looked at Alex pointedly, then tilted his head slightly toward his only daughter, urging to boy to do something. Alex hesitated one moment more, then took his future in his hands and spoke. "Angie, stand up, and go over in front of the television," he said. His tone brooked no disobedience, so Angie got up and crossed the room, tucking her arms around herself nervously. Frank nodded approvingly, but Alex didn't see it. The boy only had eyes for Angie. "Now take of all your clothes. Slowly," he said. Joanne looked at her husband questioningly, and he nodded. She got up and walked over, to stand next to her daughter. "Mom? What are you doing?" Angie asked, surprised. "Your father told me to do everything sexual that you had to do. If you have to striptease, I have to do it right beside you." she said. Alex looked at Frank, startled. "Everything?" he asked, surprised. "Welcome to the family, son," Frank smiled. "You don't have to do this. You can go home, and if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll have your whole family discredited and killed." "Oh no, sir," Alex grinned. "I'm staying. The more I get to know this family, the better I like you!" "All right then!" Frank said, smiling more broadly. "I'm glad my daughter chose so wisely! Welcome to the family!" Both men turned their attention to the front of the room just then, because Angie's mother had just moved behind her daughter and begun unbuttoning the girl's blouse. "Mom! What are you doing?" Angie whispered, scandalized. "Don't worry, Alex is going to love it," she whispered in Angie's ear, undoing the second button. She had started at the bottom and was working her way upward. "I know your father will!" "This is your show, Alex. Tell them what to do. You can direct Joanne for this too. She'll obey your commands just like Angie will," Frank said, letting both women hear him say it. I want to know what sort of man my daughter has brought home." Alex smiled. This was a wet dream come true! "Joanne, take all her clothes off. Prance around and act sexy as you do it, too. Tease us with your clothes on while you strip your daughter naked." "Nice," Frank said, leaning forward in his chair. Angie could only see naked lust on her father's face as her mother removed her blouse from behind, then came to her side and lifted one breast out of her bra and licked it, giving the men she loved most the best angle to view it from. Joanne unfastened her daughter's best skirt and let it fall to the floor, then turned Angie around and let them have a good look before peeling the panties down to the floor. "Very good," Alex said, Angie, come over here and kneel in front of me. No, turn around so you can watch your mother." he said. "Joanne, strip for me. Never mind Frank; I want you to strip for me. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," she smiled, then spun around and looked at the wall a long moment. When she turned to face them again, she only had eyes for Alex and the most sultry look on her face Angie had ever seen. Her every movement was deliberate and planned to turn Alex on, and as her clothes came off, Alex's excitement rose and rose. When she was completely naked and coming towards him, Alex spoke again. "Give your husband a blow-job," he said. "Make it a good one; Angie is going to be watching and learning from you as you do it. If you need to explain something, go ahead and do it. This is all about teaching her to suck me off." "Okay," Joanna agreed, then knelt in front of her husband. "Frank, would you mind standing up so Angie can see better?" Alex suggested as gently as he could. "Angie should come over here and do it with her mother, if you really want her to learn." Frank laughed. He knew full well what he was suggesting, and he wanted to see if Alex would go for it. This was the real test, right here. "Yes sir," Alex said, after a moment's hesitation. Angie, go over there beside your mother. Daddy's going to teach you how to do it." As soon as he said the words, Angie knew she was going to do it, and a line was crossed in her heart. She looked up at Alex and nodded. "I love you, Alex. I just want you to know that," she whispered, then moved away from him and was naked beside her mother, staring at her father's cock, standing up hugely from a thick patch of hair. "Okay, listen," Joanne said to Angie. "The first thing you do is to take it in your hand, and get a good grip on it so you can move it around." she said. "Don't be all hesitant to touch it, men hate that. Don't be afraid of it at all; you love the cock. Rub your face on it, your cheeks and forehead." Joanne did what she said, rubbing Frank's cock all over her smiling face as she gazed raptly up at her man. "Then you can go down and suck on his balls." Frank shuffled his legs further apart as his wife lowered herself and started licking his nut sack. "If you really want to be a dirty whore, you can go even further and stick your tongue in his asshole. There's not a man alive who doesn't like having his asshole licked for a minute." Angie watched, fascinated by the sight of her mother licking her father's asshole, laving it with a really wet tongue, then dipping it right inside. She looked up into her father's face and saw the look of pleasure it gave him, and decided she could do that for Alex, if it brought that much pleasure... She saw her father grab Joanne's shoulder and move her away, so with lightning quickness, she moved up and took as much of Frank's cock into her mouth as she could fit, holding it in there for a long moment. She sat back with a gasp and caught her breath for a second. "If you are going to do that, the moment you're done, you have to take him as deep as you can and let him hold you there as long as he wants." she told her daughter. And then the regular blow-job begins, go down as far as you can and suck when you come up. You should swallow it when he comes unless he wants you to do something different with it." Joanne went to sucking Frank's cock for a long moment, then he pulled it out of her mouth and moved in front of his daughter. "Time for you to learn, Angel," Frank said, calling her by his special name. "Daddy's going to teach his little Angel how to be the best slut for her man." "Yes Daddy," she said, staring at her father's cock, only inches from her face. This was it; the was the moment. Yes, she had crossed this line in her heart when Alex told her to do this, but now she had to lean forward all by herself and willingly do this. "Remember how I told you to start?" Joanne said, prompting her daughter, who had frozen. "Take it firmly in your hand." Angie watched as her hand rose up, all by itself, and she suddenly she came back to herself as she felt it fill her hand. The full realization of what she was about to do crashed down upon her. "Go ahead, Angie, he wants to teach you," Alex said. "I want you to learn from him. It's okay to be a slut, Angie. I love you." The last of her hesitation melted away as he spoke, so Angie bent her head forward and gave the head of her father's cock a little kiss. She looked up at him, and her father's face was smiling down at her as she rubbed the head of it over her cheeks and nose. "I love you, too, Daddy." she said, then engulfed the whole head of his prick in her mouth, swirling her tongue over it. "Ohh, Angel, yes, just like that," he father groaned. 'My little baby does it perfect on her first try. Oh, baby, yes, just like that!" Joanne leaned over to whisper in her daughter's ear. "He's going to come, Angie. Take it, baby, take your father's come! You're doing so well, honey, I'm proud of you." Angie felt her father's cock throb and swell, and was prepared for his spurts of come, sucking and swallowing with perfect timing. She didn't miss a drop, nor did she choke. Frank pulled his member out of his daughter's mouth, and she wasn't even out of breath. Much. "Oh my God, Angel, that was perfect. Come on, come with me," he smiled down at her. He took her hand and helped her to her feet. He led her over to Alex and had her kneel. "Here is my daughter, naked. I give her to you, to command as you see fit." He looked down at his daughter. "Angie, you will obey this man as you would obey me. Do you understand?" he said. "Yes Daddy," Angie said obediently. Frank looked at the two of them, dead serious. "Alex, you are not to fuck my daughter outside of this house unless you have prior permission from me, and the location has been vetted by my people. I can tell you right now that your house is out of the question because of security issues." "Also, no more hanky-panky at school. I know this Coach person, and her indiscretion won't go any further than it has, given no future incidents." "There will be no further incidents, do I make myself clear? You are free to indulge yourself in this house with her, every moment of your free time, but if you two ever get caught somewhere, ever again... Your life depends on this." "I understand, sir," Alex said, then looked at Angie. "You are never to go near the boy's locker room at school again, do you understand? You walk on the other side of the hallway when you have to go past it." "Yes sir," Angie said, sounding a little relieved. "Good girl," said Alex and Frank in unison, and they shared a chuckle over it. Alex looked at his watch. "Sir, I have two hours left before my curfew. I'd like to take Angie upstairs and fuck her in her own bed until I have to leave, if that's alright with you?" "Fine, Alex, I'll see you tomorrow," Frank said, going over to his wife as Alex helped Angie to her feet and led her to the stairs. "I saw how you danced for his cock." Frank's voice carried up the stairs a little. "You want that monster fucking you, don't you? You couldn't take your eyes off it, the whole time he had it out." The reply was mumbled, and Alex couldn't make it out as Angie pulled him into her room and closed the door. END -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 82