Incest

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When In Rome – 05

Author’s NotesScene two is slightly violent / degrading.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Lykos – Sex? Yes.
Scene 02: Atticus – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? No.
_____________________________LYKOS
Lykos opened his eyes and glanced over at his son.
“What was I saying?” He fisted his hand in Callia’s hair as she stroked his cock. It was soaking wet from her mouth, but she’d taken a detour. He heard her hungry moans as she sucked on his balls, pulling them into her mouth. He watched her little hips rock for a moment, fucking the air as she slapped his cock against her own lips.
Cassius sat across from him, his head tilted as he stared at his sister’s cunt.
“What?” Cassius glanced up at him. “Oh, something about thirty new whores showing up on your doorstep.”Right. Lykos groaned as he felt Callia begin to guide him down her throat. He patted her head. She’d been such a good whore today. The emperor had been extremely pleased with the show she put on. He’d always been pleased with her. Callia had fucked six of his guards in front of him. Then bathed, and served the emperor for hours.
And here the little whore was, on her eighth cock of the day. Her own father’s. And she was hadn’t slowed a bit. She was sucking him greedily, lust filled little moans as she placed sloppy little kisses on his shaft.
“Right. This whore situation is a problem,” he informed his son.
Cassius’s eyes never left Callia. Lykos didn’t blame him. Callia in action was a sight worth seeing. Gods, she had worked those fucking cocks today. He was almost proud of her.
“Failing to see how more whores is a problem, Father.”
Lykos pushed his daughters head down on his cock, filling his throat until her mouth was nestled snuggly at the base of his cock, and then he fucked it. Short little strokes deeper into her mouth until he knew she needed to breath. She pulled back choking, but her mouth was back on his cock in an instant.
“The whores aren’t here just for work. They want to work here for sanctuary. Another half dozen whores, and two noble girls have been found dead. That the whores are showing up here makes it look like we had something to do with it, like we’re behind the killings because we have something to gain by it.”
Cassius rubbed at the dark circles under his eyes.
“I need you to find this killer, my son. I need him broken and confessing. And then I need him killed. Publicly. Violently.”
His son’s eyes narrowed. “I prefer killing in the dark.”
He felt his daughter’s mouth tense around his cock.
“Don’t frighten Callia while she’s got a cock in her mouth,” he chided. “I’d hate to have to whip her for using teeth. She was such a good girl today.”
Cassius stilled, and then he stood up abruptly. “I’ll leave immediately. I may not be back until Sun’s Day. The whore is mine when I return.”
He leaned forward and slapped his little girl’s ass, spread her cheeks wide open to trail a finger up her soaking wet slit.
“I’m sure I’ll be done with her by then.”
Cassius left, the door slamming behind him. He gently pushed Callia’s head off his cock. “Lean back, show Daddy what they did to your pussy, Baby.”
His little girl grinned up at him, and leaned back against the floor. She spread her legs wide open for him, tilting her pelvis up to give him a good view. She spread her cunt wide open, her fingers pulling apart her tiny, pink inner lips.
“Touch it, baby. Show Daddy how you play with it.”
She moaned and leaned her head back against the ground as her fingers trailed up her wet little slit. She slapped at her clit and then worked slow circles around it. He slid down onto the floor next to her, and squeezed one of her little tits in his hand as his little girl rubbed her own pussy.
Her hips rocked off the ground as she fingered her clit, and her eyes met his. She stared into his eyes, her tongue sliding over her bottom lip.
He kissed her forehead. “You like when Daddy watches you touch it?”
She giggled and moaned up at him. “I like it better when Daddy fucks it.”
He laughed, stroking one of her nipples between his fingers.
“Do you want daddy to fuck your little cunt, Callia?”
Her hips rocked off the floor to meet the finger she’d just slid into her wet little cunt. “I always want my daddy to fuck my wet little cunt.”
Who was he to say no? After all, that little cunt – and her mouth, and her ass – had earned him an obscene amount of coin today.
He climbed between her legs and she spread them even wider. He pushed his cock against her entrance, and grabbed her hips. When he slid inside her, it was hard enough that her little tits bounced with the force of his stroke. He dug his fingers into her hips, stroking slowly now, pushing himself so deep inside his little girl’s willing, soaking body. She threw her head back, and pushed her hips against his. Her strokes were lazy, but her little hole was so wet, so fucking hot around his cock.
She bit her lip, smiled up at him. Gods, when she made that face, she looked just like her mother. He’d fucked Breena just like this, so many times. Her naked and wet, legs spread as she begged for his cock.
He leaned over Callia and kissed her mouth, tentatively, the way he’d kissed her mother. He’d never kissed their child before.. The thought had never crossed his mind. Callia froze at first, and then she pushed her mouth against his as his cock drove in and out of her cunt. He pounded her after that, fucking her rougher than he ever had before. His cock filled his child, the little girl that the only woman he’d ever loved had carried in her belly. He covered her mouth, squeezed her tits, fucked her until her cries consumed him. And then he fucked her harder. He felt his daughter’s cunt spasm around him. She was going to cum with his cock inside her.
He didn’t last long after that. She’d taken so many cocks, and he’d loved watching it. Every minute of his little whore preforming and he stared at her sweet little face as his balls emptied deep inside her cunt.
She laid on the ground, torn, spent unable to move, and he spread her legs wider to see the thick white cum inside her cunt. The same cum that that he’d pumped into her mother so many years ago.
She smiled up at him. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He kissed her head. “Go to bed, child.”
*ATTICUS
He’d managed to find the little whore before she’d been given breakfast.
He sat back on the edge of his bed, naked. Cock throbbing.
He’d made her sit and watch as he ate his own meal. He’d savored every bite, chewed slowly. Ensured that he fully described how delicious it was.
Callia had sat naked at his feet, hands bound behind her back. She tried so hard to look patient, but he could hear her stomach growling beneath him. When he finished, he didn’t move immediately. He just sat back, arms crossed over his chest. Atticus fucking hated his father’s bastard daughter; the whore he’d whelped on some Celtic slave. His brothers couldn’t see past their own cocks. They saw her as a pretty whore, a willing mouth, a wet cunt. He saw her as something disgusting. A piece of filth that didn’t deserve the air she was allowed to breathe.
He dumped what was left on his plate in a little bowl and sat it in front of her. He poured the smallest bit of water in a matching bowl and placed it beside the first. He checked the rope he’d tied around her hands. It was secure.
“Eat.”
She bit her lip as she looked down at the dishes he’d given her, and she looked back up at him.
“I.. I c-can’t. Now with my hands tied, Atticus.” She kept her eyes on the floor, as if that would somehow make up for her disobedience.
He slapped her, back handed her, with all of the force he could put behind it. He felt his knuckles against her mouth, and when he looked down at her he smiled as the small trickle of blood on her bottom lip.
He took her jaw in his fingers, digging hard into the skin and bone.
“You want to fuck like a dog, little sister? Stick your ass up in the air for every cock that passes by you?” He guided her face down to the bowls. “Then eat like a dog, Bitch.”
He could see her jaw tightening, the slow blush of red in her cheeks. Her eyes were shiny, bright with tears. His cock tensed. That’s it, cry for me, you little whore.
He stroked his cock slowly as he watched her bend forward to eat the scraps off his plate. At first she sniffled and whimpered, but then some fucking kind of resolve, some determination, crossed her eyes as she finished. She stuck her ass up in the air as she stuck her face in the bowl, and when she finished, she looked up at him. She looked pleased with herself. Defiant.
He slapped her again, this time with enough force to knock her off her knees and to the floor. She curled in on herself, the trickle on her lip bigger. More red. Her arms were tied behind her back, and she struggled to get up off the floor.
He grabbed her by the back of the neck, his other hand fisted in her hair, and guided her face to her water bowl. “Drink it, bitch.”
It was a struggle, but the little cunt obeyed. She tried her hardest to lap up water with her tongue, but it was difficult. Such is the problem with bitches in little girl bodies. His cock was hanging heavy between his legs, and he was growing impatient.
He pulled her back up on her knees. “Time for tea, little sister. Can’t have a whore like you breeding, now can we?”
He grabbed one of the two cups of whores-tea he’d grabbed from the kitchens and held her by the throat with the other hand.
“Face up to the sky. Open your mouth.”
Her body shook, but she obeyed.
He poured the tea sloppily into her open mouth. It ran down the sides of her cheeks as she choked on it. This was why he’d brought two cups. He knew the little cunt would spill. He didn’t expect his hound to have table manners, why would the little whore be any better?
He filled her mouth with the rest of the cup, and she managed to choke a little less this time. The tea still dripped down her cheeks, and her eyes watered with hot tears that he hoped were painful. He rubbed her jaw with his thumb.
“Looks like you need a bit more. Do try not to spill so much this time.”
He emptied half of the second cup into her open mouth, and she choked. Coughing, gasping for air, spat the foul tea all over his floor.
He backhanded her.
When she looked up at him, her eyes were bleak and tears were pouring down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Atticus.”
He laughed. “Not yet, you aren’t. But you will be.”
He shoved her forward, hand on the back of her neck. He pushed her face to the ground. She was on her knees, hands behind her back, dirty face on the ground, looking at him. She trembled, whimpered, but she kept her ass high up in the air, her legs spread wide for her own fucking brother. She was disgusting.
When he slid his hand between her legs, her cunt was wet.
“Tell me, bitch. Which of your brother’s cocks do you enjoy most?”
She looked back at him, her eyes wide. He could see her mind spinning.. In fear. That puzzled him. That question should have shamed her, not made her afraid.
He frowned. Titled his head. “It’s a simple question, Bitch. You spread your legs for every man in your family. Whose cock do you like best?”
“Father’s,” she finally admitted. But..
“You’re lying.” He grabbed her chin and twisted it up to meet his face and she cried out in pain. “Why are you lying to me? It’s a simple question. Hector’s? Gaius’s? Surely not Marcus’s.”
“I’m not lying.” Her voice shook. “I j-just.. I’m a whore, Atticus. And I like it best when Daddy fucks me. I like it best when my own father cums inside my cunt.”
He flipped her over on her back. She was still lying, but hearing the little bitch talk about how much she loved her father’s cock.. She made him sick.
He forced her legs open. She was so tiny. Such a filthy cunt to be so little. He laid his cock between her legs, on her stomach. He slapped it against her, his balls heavy as he measured it against her. If he just let his balls lay against her cunt, the tip of his cock was higher than her naval. He did like that. Having such a tiny little whore at his mercy. He slapped one of her little tits, and she cried out.
Her nipples were so hard, and no matter what he did to her her cunt would be wet and slick. For her brother, no less. She would enjoy his cock, probably cum around it.
He slapped her face again. Harder, ripping open the little barely-healed cut on her lip. And then he slapped her again. He hated that she made his cock so fucking hard, made it throb and ache to be inside her. She was worthless. She was disgusting, and yet he couldn’t seem to stop himself from using her. It was her fault. Not his.
He rolled her over, gripped her legs, forced her on her knees and her head back to the ground. “That’s it, ass up in the air like a bitch in heat. You want this cock, don’t you? Want to be fucked?”
She whimpered.
“Yes,” she whispered softly, her voice full of tears.
He would not fuck her cunt. That’s what she wanted, wanted his cock to slam inside her wet little hole.
He didn’t bother himself with getting her asshole wet. He wiped the tiny bit of her wetness that was on the tip of his cock on her leg and positioned himself right at the entrance to her ass.
He didn’t work it in. Didn’t try to make it easy on her.
He positioned the head of his cock, raised on his knees, and wrapped on arm around her waist while he forced his cock deep in her ass. Her body tightened, and he could feel the muscles clench as her scream echoed in his room.
Her body, subconsciously, tried to deny him entrance. She fought against him, but she’d taken too many cocks in her ass the day before. It was still tight. Still deliciously dry. But just loosened enough that she could do nothing to stop him. On his second attempt, he was inside her. His balls rested against her wet cunt and he felt her ass so fucking tight around him. She was screaming, but not in pleasure. Begging, but not for him to fuck her.
He pulled out, and forced himself back in. Again. Two hard thrusts as he took her hair in his hands and pulled her face around so he could see the hot tears on her cheeks.
“Why pretend like you don’t like it? I heard how many cocks you took in this little ass.” He pounded her, his words punctuated by heavy thrusts. “I heard about how many times you came with strange men’s cocks inside you, you worthless little cunt. Don’t pretend.”
He forced her knees closer together, making her even tighter around him. He wanted to fucking destroy her. When he pulled her face back to him by the hair. “Did you beg for their cum while our father watched?”
She didn’t meet his eyes, but she nodded. And when he felt her ass starting to move back against him, he hit her in the side of her head with his fist. Then he let go of her hair.
Her face slammed into the stone floor, and she writhed, trying to push the hurt side of her face into her shoulder. She was really crying now, and his cock pounded inside her, jerking, making his stomach tighten as he heard her weeping quietly.
“You think you’re special, don’t you Bitch? Because men can’t keep their hands off you.” He hissed. “I know Callia. You think you’re something because the fucking Emperor used to pump that sweet, tiny little cunt full of royal cum. He couldn’t keep his hands off you when you were a girl, and you think that makes you better than me. But that was a very long time ago, Bitch. You’re nothing. Nothing.”
He stroked her back. With his fingernails. Dug them into her flesh, watching red tracks spread behind where he touched. “What’s wrong, darling sister?”
She tried to arch away from him.
“You’re h-hurting me.” She whimpered, and it undid him. He pounded her, harder, faster, trying to fuck through her. He heard her crying beneath him, and he felt powerful. Alive. Strong. He pulled out. He gripped her ass in his hands, pulling it wide open to see the red, fucked raw little hole. The hole his cock had violated, stretched wide.
And then he stood up and kicked her. Used hit foot to roll her over onto her back.
“What’s wrong, Baby Sister? Didn’t get to cum?” He bent over and spat in her face. “Good.”
He gripped his cock, slapped it hard against her cheek. Then he stroked it, his eyes focused on the blood on her lip, the tears in her eyes, and his spit pooled just to the left of her nose.
Three strokes. That was all it took, and he shot his cum right onto her disgusting little face.
He sat down next to her, watching her sniffle and try to pull herself together.
He smiled to himself, a cruel, triumphant grin as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “By the way, father’s waiting for you. And he’s so very, very angry with you Callia. And if I were a betting man, I’d bet I might not have to see that filthy little face around here for much longer. Today may very well be the day. What have you done this time?”
*CASSIUS
Cassius arrived home early, covered in blood. His sword needed cleaned. Desperately. His knuckles were busted open, swollen and inflamed. Every muscle in his body ached. Gods, was twenty-eight really that old?
He wanted Callia. Now, underneath him, wrapped around him. He was too tired to beat her. But he hadn’t been able to sleep the night before replaying her over and over in his mind, taking those cocks like a little champion.
Someday, she would be his, and he would be the one arranging for her to be fucked. And then he’d beat her, while she was still covered cum and fuck her senseless. Show her how it was really done.
He stripped off his blood-stained clothing as he turned down the hall that led to the underground slave pens and frowned.
The door to the Hole was open. He hadn’t seen it open in years. Two slaves were inside, mopping the floor under the flogging rack. Both were sobbing quietly as they cleaned, and when he entered, both jumped.
He gestured around. “Who was punished in here?”
Neither answered him, their sobs had become louder as they both backed away from him, away from the instruments of pain his father kept in that room. Lykos didn’t enjoy pain as a part of sex. But he was skilled in the art of punishment. His father took pride in that.
“Who was punished? I order you to fucking tell me.”
A slave whose name he didn’t know stared at the ground.
“C-Callia, Dominus. Your sister.”
He didn’t remember grabbing the girl. The next thing he knew, his fingers were digging into her arms and she was screaming in pain. Begging. He shook her, hard. The small bowl of water she was holding clattered to his feet.
“What did they do to her?”
Tears were pouring down the terrified slave’s face. He could see red spatter on the floor. The other girl had been cleaning a.. He shook the girl harder. His voice thundered.
“F-flogged. Dominus. About an hour past.”
A theives’ punishment. He felt every muscle in his body tense. He could barely see the girl he has holding through the sheet of red in front of his eyes. His heart, raging beats pounded in his ears.
“Why?” His voice was flat. Eerily calm, even to him.
“One of her men. A regular. He left and realized he was missing a r-ring. He said she must have taken it.”
He tried to breathe. To ease up on the girl’s arms.
“How many times?”
“Twenty-seven. O-one for every d-denarii he said the ring was worth.”
He let go of her arms. “Do you know where she is?”
“G-Galla took her to clean her wounds. The slaves’ baths, I t-think, Dominus.”
He was out the door before he realized he’d moved, heavy, running footfalls as he took the stairs down to the slave pens. The door to the baths was locked and he kicked it open, a satisfied smile as the lock splintered through the wood.
Galla rushed at him. The weathered old woman in charge of cleaning and feeding the whores had terror in her eyes but she lunged at him any way.
“You get out of here, Cassius.” The old woman seethed as she tried to march him to the door. She barely came up to his chest. “She’s hurt. You’ll just have to wait. I’m not letting her leave this room.”
He couldn’t respond to her. Couldn’t look at her. He barely noticed her as he stared at Callia’s poor, little bloodied back. She was passed out, sleeping or unconscious on the island of the bathtub. He staggered, and Galla slapped at his chest.
“For the love of Jupiter, she can’t take another beating.”
His little sister stirred, and her eyes opened wide with fear. And then she saw him. And the relief in her eyes hurt him somewhere deep in his chest.
She was on her feet in a second, staggering over to him. She shoved past Galla and then her arms were around his neck. He melted. He struggled to find a way to embrace her without touching her back, and settled for one hand on the back of her head, and another on the curve of her arm. He gripped her to him, and didn’t let go even when he head Galla’s surprised gasp.
Callia was crying into his chest, and Galla was staring at them, not bothering to hide her shock. Fuck. That was not good.
She pushed Callia away from him gently, but what he did next was nowhere near gentle.
He was holding the old woman against the wall, his sword to her throat.
“I don’t know what you think you just saw, old-”
“Cass.” Callia was pulling at his arm, her eyes wide as she stared up at him. “Don’t.”
She looked afraid.
The old woman, however, did not. She just stood very still, and met his eyes. She gave him as much of a nod as she could with his sword against her throat.
“They could kill me. I won’t say a word. I raised that girl, Cassius. My own daughter nursed her after her mother died. I love her, too.”
Too. Fuck. She knew. The cunning old woman had seen it. He knew he’d probably live to regret it, but he released her. He helped Callia back to the edge of the tub.
“I need someone to go to the market. How’s your memory, old woman?”
“Sharper than yours.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to remember what went in the salve he needed to make.
He was a killer, not a healer. He listed off the few ingredients he remembered, and Galla stopped him.
“You want to make the salve her mother used to put on your back.”
He frowned. “How do you know of this?”
She smiled, her eyes sad. “Breena was my friend, child. And you were always her favorite. She loved you. She didn’t hate your mother because she wanted her husband. She hated how Lyssandra treated you. She’d have killed her for it, given half the chance.”
Instead, Lyssandra had killed her.
Galla patted his arm, a gentle gesture he wasn’t used to from anyone but Callie.
“I’ll go get what you need. Take care of her until I return.”
He was left alone with his little sister, and he watched her whimper as she slept. She burned with fever and he burned with rage. He was going to kill them all. Dance in their blood. Give their heads to Callie as a sign of his love.
He wondered if she’d like that.

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“THE DISK:

The Disk
By Blueheatt
___I’m Darin. I have a hot girlfriend, Zina, I have been living with for about 2 years. To look at her she appeared to look good, nice face, body with nice full tits and nice legs. She had long reddish brown hair that I really liked. She acted ordinary when we were out in public. She was really good in bed and we had a very hot sex life.
Certain things made her really turned on. When she saw me watching her undress, she would start getting turned on, and do a slow strip. She would stare right in my eyes to watch me get turned on, and she was good at it.
I found out about her secret life, and the girl she really was. I found out by accident.
I was in the garage and looking for something when I noticed a panel behind the corner of the garage. It looked loose. It was a little. It had very cleverly been pulled back, then returned. Hmmm…strange I thought. I pulled out the panel. I saw a small box with some CD’s.
Nothing but numbers written on them. I was off that day and Zina was at work. She took the train each morning to her work. I took the box in to my computer and put in disk #1.
It showed Zina sitting across from a guy on the train who was video taping her. You could see his pants and shoes at times. She had this sneaky coy little smile on her face I had never seen before…
Zina…..
When I was little and started to get some girl shape, I started getting tits. I got a nice ass, hips and legs pretty quick, but my tits were the best feature. I started getting some looks from boys. I liked this. I wanted more. I was shy but I started getting this urge to show off my body for attention. I was to shy to do it, except with my dad. When no one was home he let me show off my body. I jumped at the chance. In the mornings after all had left but him and I, I would wear my shear nightgown under my robe. He would be on the couch and just watch me walk around acting sexy in front of him.
I got aroused doing this and dropping my robe shoulder just see smiles and sexy stares at me. Soon I started feeling my own tits as he nodded his head in approval. I would unbutton my night gowns top buttons and let him see quick flashes my tits.
The look on his face made me real horny. That’s about the time I got sexual feelings for my dad. Each morning I went further. Now when I would let him peek real close to my pussy, he would start getting a hardon. He was getting a hardon over me?….now I was getting real hot and more horny. I went further to give him more of a hardon. In the mornings he would quickly get a hardon as I started rubbing my nipples and pussy. His eyes locked on my fingers as I let one slide inside my slit. I got so wet that now my finger was wet as I moved it up and down my slit. I began to rub my clit gently which caused me to moan a little. He rested his hand on his huge tented hardon. I was to young to know why all these good feeling were happening, but I wanted more of them. I stood right in front of him, pulled my night gown up and started putting my finger inside my pussy. He put his hand inside his robe and was holding his hardon.
This was furthest we’d ever gone and I had the horny jitters. I wanted to see his hardon. I spread my legs and started pumping my finger in my pussy. For the first time he started slowly stroking himself under his robe.
I had overheard some other girls at school talk about having an orgasm. I had never had one but I felt like I was going to now. Someone was coming as dad ran to the bathroom and I ran up stairs. I closed and locked my door. My heart was so beating fast. I laid on my bed and put my finger back in my pussy. I closed my eyes and pictured seeing my daddy’s cock naked as he stroked it. I heard that guys had cum come out the end of their cocks when they had sex. I wanted to see my daddy do that real bad. I pictured him in the bathroom, maybe doing that now. I felt a good feeling rising up in my pussy as I pushed my finger in it and let my hand rub on my clit. It happened. I had my first orgasm as a great feeling ran thru my body. It took my breath away.
I’ll never forget that day.
Each morning my discovery of loving to turn my daddy on grew. I could now finger my pussy to orgasm while standing right in front of him. We both got so hot doing this he now was jacking off under his robe. I love to watch is face as he would cum hard, as I watched. He so far was not letting me see him cum. I was dying to watch him cum as I was driven to do even more.
One morning I got on my knees as I fingered my self, and got my face real close to him jacking himself under his robe. He got real hot and started really jacking hard. He had his eyes closed as he was about to cum. I watched him carefully and just as he was about cum, I quick pulled his robe open. I lost my breath as there it was. His beautiful hardon at it’s peak. The head was big and bulging and so hot looking. He couldn’t stop and I got to watch him shoot cum way up in the air, over and over, splattering some on my face.
His cum was warm and I orgasmed a big one with my fingers in my pussy. Some of his cum ran down on my lips. I just had to taste it. This was the most exciting thing I had ever done. My pussy was so wet it was dripping. I went weak as I wanted so bad to lick his hardon. He quick covered up as my shaky legs stood me up.
To think I made my daddy cum while looking and thinking of me,….I was hooked on the thrill. I couldn’t wait until our next session, I yearned to suck on his hardon while he was cuming. I had dreams about doing it.
Mom’s hours changed and our mornings were gone. We both wanted more sex play time. He would sneak in whispers to me about how sexy I was and how hot I made him. I told him the same and how when we got the chance I wanted to suck on his hardon while he was cuming. We didn’t get the chance until way later when I went to work for him at his business.
Now we both rode the train in the mornings. We always sat across from each other and I got the idea to show a little tit to him. I watched him squirm and smile. Each morning I got bolder and soon didn’t wear any panties. I would part my legs for him to just ’peek’ at my pussy. No one else knew what I was doing, that’s when daddy started taking his small video camera with him.
He pretended to be taping out the window. The camera had a flip out screen and he was good at taping me and hiding what he was doing. We both got hot with our private show.
I got up one time to use the restroom. I drifted into thought how I wanted to suck on daddy hardon. I began to finger my self to a real quick orgasm. When I went back to my seat, I put my finger under my nose as daddy watched. I began to lick my finger and suck on it. Daddy started the camera as I casually sucked my middle finger. No one noticed me doing this.
When we got to work I whispered that my finger has just been in my pussy when I licked it. He told me how hot that was and that next trip he had a surprise for me, and would give me the camera so I could tape it.
Darin……
…Back to Zina being video taped on the train. You could see her eyes looking at the camera, as she smiled. She saw the little red light on the camera tell her it was on. She pointed to the camera and then to her cleavage. She unzipped the top on her dress and started showing him one of her tits. He picked the camera up and zoomed in on her top. She next opened her top and showed both her nice tits, then quickly zipped it back up smiling. She then slowly pulled up her skirt some and began to part her legs. She had no panties on and now he taped her slit. She looked all around then ran her finger up her wet pussy, pulling it wide open. It was so pink and slick looking. She was very aroused. She fingered her clit and rubbed it some. She quick stopped and checked all around again smiling.
The next scene she was at the back with her legs across an empty seat. She open up her legs and began to play with her pussy as he zoomed in.
He must have made a copy for her. The next scene showed them inside the restroom. You could see a hand reach out and feel Zina’s tits as she sat on the seat. She had her eyes half closed enjoying the fondling. Next he pointed the camera down and she was pulling his jogging pants down and out sprung is cock. She stroked it and then got on her knees. She started sucking his cock and jacking it fast. Soon cum came flowing out of the sides of her mouth as the guy jolted and shot big loads.
The next scene was of a guy with a big coat on. She must have been taping him. I heard her voice a little and her breathing heavy as she taped the guy. It never showed his face. He slowly slipped his hand in his coat and opened it a little to show his erection. I heard her mumble something about ‘yummy, I’ll take some of that’.
Next scene, they’re in the train restroom. She must have been sitting on the seat. This time the guy is on his knees as she tapes him with his head between her legs. You can hear little moans from her as she can’t hold the camera real steady. He’s eating her pussy. She moans and tries to hold the camera steady.
She’s moaning and breathing heavy. He stands up and grabs his erection. He squats down and puts it in her pussy. The camera rocks as she and him moan and fuck. The camera goes sideways on her tummy. The picture bounces around as they fuck wildly. I hear her moan long, then no more picture.
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Needless to say, I had no idea she was doing all this exposing and fucking on the train. After watching all this I had a raging hardon myself. The other discs were more of the same. What a turn on watching her perform her exposing style. Damn, she was so sexy doing it.
So…. she liked to expose herself, and liked it when the guy..(turned out to be her daddy) exposed himself to her.
I put the disks back and got an idea…..
That night I confronted her about the disks
and smiled….
“You didn’t know that was my daddy I was giving blow jobs to and sneak fucking then, did you Darin.”
“No I didn’t
“Did it you get you excited that I was messing with strangers?”
“It was a turn on to watch the tape of you exposing yourself, but then came the blowjobs and fucking in the train restroom….now that was mega hot!”
“Did you get a big hardon watching me turn on my daddy, then making him cum big in my mouth…then…fucking him?”
“Now what do you think, Zina?…of course I did!”….
Darin….
Well that night after watching those videos, I watched you undress as I showed way more interest than usual. I could tell you got extra turned on exposing herself to me. Tell you what you were thinking, Zina.”…..she closed her eyes and started to think back……
“I was turned on too…. I loved to slowly expose myself to Darin, it made me very hot. I knew something was up, but what ever it was making me very wet. I did a total show for him, rolling my nipples, rubbing my body and letting my fingers have their way with me in my pussy.
….Now he stood up fully dressed and began to undress as I now enjoyed watching him. I could see he had a big hardon thru his pants. I fingered myself as he did a male strip for me. He jacked himself and came over and held it close to my face. I reach out for it, and he backed away and wouldn’t let me touch it. His teasing just made me hotter. He put on a trench coat and sat in a chair beside the bed. He flashed me, showing his hardon, teasing me knowing it was turning me on.
Something had changed and he was showing a lot of interest in me exposing myself. I liked this as I had always held back the fact I was pretty obsessed with flashing, exposing and playing with myself in front of a guy. Watching him (and my daddy) get turned on by me was my ultimate thrill…..
I stopped him. I went and got the video camera and put on my sexist black robe. My heart was beating so fast as I said: “Let’s make a video of us!” He smiled big and said: “Zina!, you’re a naughty girl, showing off your hot body just to tease me….and now you want to video tape it? I don’t know…that sounds awfully…..mmmmmm?”
I gave him my sexist, evil look and said: “Step a little closer and I’ll show you just how kinky I can be.” He said that kind of talk turned him on and please not do that anymore. He was messing with me and it was making me real hot and horny. “Pull that chair closer to the bed Mr. Flasher and let me see if that big hardon of your is real. Let me hold it, jack it, and suck it. I promise I’ll try ‘not’ to make you cum?…although…. that’s ‘my’ hardon, I gave it to you.”…..
I watched him slowly stand up and remove his trench coat. The video camera was on our tri-pod, running. We were both at a fever pitch as he got on the bed. He quick grabbed my wrists. He lowered himself on top of me. I had never been held down like this and it was making me tremble with the excitement.
He whispered: (“..you a very naughty girl Zina. I may have to spank you and teach you a lesson.”) Oh my god he was making me hot. I said: “Ohhhhh…teach me Darin….teach me!” He said: “…pretend your hands are tied to the bed posts and your legs are too, now don’t you move!” I moaned: “Oh god, what are you going to do to me Darin?” He started taking off my robe as I lay spread out for him. He kissed my body as he got me naked. He played with me like a hot toy he wanted.
I got more tingles than I could keep track of. My nipples had never been this rock hard as he sucked them. His kissing trip down towards my pussy caused me to moan and squirm. I was loving this new game as it was like he wanted me so bad, he was just taking what he wanted from me. I lay spread out and let him have his way with me. This was all new to me and it’s hard to describe the excitement is was getting.
I could feel my pussy was dripping wet. After just a few teasing licks of my pussy, he got up on me and brought his hardon closer and closer to my face. He whispered in my ear: (“…this is what nice girls never do.”) He began to rub the head of his hardon across my lips. I jolted as squirmed with my first orgasm. As I moaned as he slipped his hardon in my mouth.
He started face fucking me as I kept moaning at the thrill. I couldn’t hold back as he fucked my mouth faster. My hands came in and felt him and massaged his balls. I knew what was on the way and I was squirming with anticipation. I slipped my finger around and just touched his rear…
He shot a load instantly. I held and squeezed his butt cheeks as he pumped my mouth full to overflowing. I orgasmed hard as I joined him in the highest thrill we‘d ever had with our beautiful oral sex …..
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Daddy came by on my birthday, we all went out to a fancy dinner. Afterwards I said what I wanted to do for my birthday. I got up and went and got one of our disks.
We all sat around the TV on the couch as I put in the disk. I had my daddy on one side of me and Darin on the other. I was in my kind of heaven. I put my hand on each ones leg as we watched. I had on my favorite exposing black dress. Low cut zippered top, and split long skirt, my hi top black boots and my favorite two men. Guess what I was thinking.
You guessed it,…. I wanted them both so turned on by me, I would end up being sexually fondled by them both. I wanted them to make me hotter than I had ever been. I wanted to have orgasm after orgasm and then have them both fuck me at the same time. This could be the high point of a fantasy I’d had for a long time. My two favorite men all over me with hungry lust in there eyes. Like two male animals after the same female. I was the only one then…….
…… that knew about my secret fantasy.
Darin….
I could feel the jitter in Zina’s hand as she played with my leg. She was in heat and her dad and I knew it. Something about a woman’s aroma, her movements, smiles and that special look in her eyes, lets a man know she is oh so ready and turned on. The way she squirmed, I knew her pussy was very wet. It wasn’t hard to figure….she wanted us both, together…….. and I was all for that.
I started it off as she fanned herself with her hand a little. I reached up and unzipped her hot dress down some. She jumped a little but just stared into space with her sexy grin. Her dad and I smiled at each other and up came our hands to feel her nice full tits. Her breathing made her tits rise up and down so hot. Dad pulled the zipper down further. Now we both had a nice tit to feel.
Dad was thinking…..
…a dad wants his daughter happy, and if this is what she wants, she’s going to get it. My memories go back to my hot little girl wanting attention. She was so sexy, there was no way I couldn’t notice.
Yes, I had those lusty thoughts about my own daughter, but I never thought it would come to this. I couldn’t say no when she started in to get my sexual attention.
‘She’ll get over it’ , I thought then…but she just had this certain way…. to make me so damned turned on, I just let it happen naturally. I watched her grow up in her teen years and she just got more sexy every day. I never dreamed she would be sharing herself with me and her boyfriend. I had a desire. She had a beautiful ass. I had always want to fuck her in that ass of hers…..
Zina…….
It was all coming together as my heart beat hard. They both knew just how to feel my tits so very good. I closed my eyes and just let them play with my body. I dug my fingers into their legs as I couldn’t hold still with all the stimulation going in. I guess they couldn’t wait anymore and my daddy started pulling my body onto the couch and parted my legs. Darin leaned down and sucked on my hard nippled tits. I felt my daddy’s warm face between my legs as he kissed all around my pussy. Tingles shot thru my pussy. He knew just how to tease my clit with his tongue and I felt his finger slip in my wet pussy.
I reached up and felt Darin and played with his hair with my jittery hands. I lifted my pussy up to meet daddy hot tongue. Next I felt Darin’s hardon on my face. I held it and started sucking on it. This was such a high for me to have my daddy licking my pussy and Darin to suck on. It was a first for me. I know I moaned as I was in a euphoric daze. Then daddy rolled me on my side and came up and lay behind me. He rolled me on top of him, on my back. Next Daren got on top of me. Then I got a shock. Daddy was putting his hardon gently in my rear. Darin
started tongue kissing me as he put his hardon in my pussy. I moaned real long with all the new feelings. Daddy and Darin both were now fucking me, and…both feeling my tits. It was the best of both worlds for me.
I put one hand on my daddy’s hip and one on Darin’s pumping butt. Darin reached down to finger my clit as we all fuck faster and faster. I remember my head going from side to side as I felt I was losing my mind. Then I felt it.
My daddy started shooting cum in me and that triggered me to climax big…. Darin gasp in my ear. He started fucking me fast and shooting cum in me deep. We all shook, squirmed and moaned as cum was flowing everywhere. My mind was a mass of super high feelings as my pussy pumped them as hard as I could. I got the shakes bad as felt the warm flow of cum filling me and between my legs. I couldn’t think or talk. I jabbered moans as they both fucked me hard. If there is a thing as ‘la la’ land, I was now there.
They both felt me all over …I think…I wasn’t sure of anything at the moment. I had sex tingles on top of my sex tingles. I know I loved the feeling of their body heat on both sides of me. I heard them both cum, one in each ear as they gasp for breath along with me. I loved the feeling of warm cum squishing between my legs. I was in a sex sandwich and I was the lucky girl in the middle.
I heard beautiful music, yet there was none. I started to drift away somewhere…but I didn’t want to leave… where I was at……I began to dream…
Daddy, Darin and I were all on a train…we were in the small restroom standing up…they were lifting up my skirt and pulling down my panties some. They were kissing me and my neck. I felt them both putting their hardon’s in me…daddy was behind me as I felt him enter my rear.
….Darin pulled my legs around his waist…..the train began to rock violently…we all held on tight…I started climaxing as they fucked me real hard and shot their hot cum in me……
I slowly woke up and opened my eyes. Daddy, Darin and I were all out of breath. I had been so out of it, it came out in a dream. I felt again… more of their warm cum in me and more euphoria. I felt like I was floating….. I hadn’t missing a thing…as daddy and Darin
…..just had to fuck me again….

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