Warning: This story contains no incestuous acts, but does depict a father and daughter being openly sexual with a third character in each other's presence. All characters are 18 and older.
The final month of my first year of college flew by. I had tried to be a good student. I had tried to study and get all of my essays done on time. But I found I much preferred to be a good slave to Charlotte.
I had spent a large portion of the past several weeks on my knees in between her legs. She had gotten plenty of naughty photos and even a few videos for her father. She was always quick to share his reactions with me.
Apparently he couldn't wait to make me his sweet little virgin fucktoy. Yes, he knew I was a virgin. I had been worried it might be a deal breaker, that my lack of experience would be a turn off. It was apparently just the opposite.
All communication between the two of us had been through Charlotte. I had never even heard his voice. But he had promised to be gentle with me at first, and treat me exactly how I needed to be treated. I had no doubt he would know what that meant better than I did.
So here I was, sitting in the passenger seat of Charlotte's car, exiting the highway. Just a few more minutes until I became his. He had written up a contract a few weeks ago and emailed it to me. It laid out the terms and duration of my services. From May 1st - September 1st I, Fia O'Rourke, would be the sole property of Scott Jennings.
The first half detailed all of the farm duties I would be expected to help with. The second half was all the fun stuff. I thought I was going to have to ask for a lot of activities to be removed or at least compromised, but I was pleasantly surprised. None of the things he wanted were too extreme. I found the things that frightened me the most were also the things that made my pussy the wettest. So instead of sending him back a negotiated copy, I just added my e-signature.
Charlotte told me her father had been so pleased with my bravery and open mindedness that he asked her to give me as many orgasms as she could manage. She gave me three. We both knew she could have elicited more from me, but she decided she deserved a finders fee, so she made sure to take her cut of the orgasms. I spent hours in between her legs that night, bringing her to climax nearly twice as many times as she had done for me. Her finders fee was steep, but we both knew I didn't mind.
Charlotte managed to pull me from my thoughts with a comforting squeeze to my thigh as we finally turned onto the access road of her family farm.
"Relax. He's gonna love you. I know what I'm doing. You two are perfect for each other." She smiled. There was no deviance in her tone or facial expression this time. In fact, if I hadn't known any better, I would have thought she was setting me up with her father to be his girlfriend, not his slave.
She put the car in park about halfway down the access road. I looked at her, confusion and curiosity apparent in my eyes.
"Put this on." She commanded. Handing me a blindfold. I didn't answer, just took it from her and fastened it around my head, letting the world go pitch black.
"I might be satisfied with simply using your talented mouth for oral pleasure, but Daddy will expect you to use your words. Always say yes Master after a command." She whispered into my ear, as her hands tugged the blindfold's knot tighter, making sure it was properly fastened.
She started the car back up and a few moments later I felt it stop again, this time she cut the engine. "Stay." She ordered before making her way out of the car door. She had left the windows open, likely on purpose.
"Daddy!" I heard her exclaim.
"There's my baby girl." After a few seconds, during which I assumed they were hugging, he spoke again. "So where's this pretty little gift you've brought me?" His voice was deep, gravelly, and seemingly connected straight to my pussy. I swear I almost came on the spot.
