Daddy Issues.
Was it worth it? Letting Maggs dance naked while another man secretly watched? Well, she did get her first hot bath for six weeks but that probably wouldn't hold up in court.
Ted kept his distance once he knew about the video evidence but it still felt weird knowing another man had pinged one of her nipples. We'll see.
Four weeks later the last skip rolled away and we got our home back. No more buckets of used tea-bags, or rolling around in wood shavings. By the first frosts of winter Maggs had returned to teaching and our evenings filled with movie nights and sexy nights. Sometimes sexy movie nights with therapy!
"Can I tell you something?" she began, "Before going to University I went to the doctors about my freckles."
Maggie is Irish with pale skin and auburn hair, of course she has freckles. But she had a particular hang-up about a cluster across her shoulders.
She continued. "Dr. Patrick has always been our family doctor and this was the first time I'd seen him without Mum. Anyway, I was told to take off my blouse but when I left my bra on he got angry and told me to stop wasting his time and take that off too!"
She described him standing so close that she could smell his breath, and how she tried to keep her arms folded until he got her to reach back and hold up her hair, which meant leaving her breasts exposed.
"I was so embarrassed. My nipples got hard and he was taking so long that I wet my knickers. You don't think he was looking at my boobs do you?"
"Very likely. Very likely indeed.' Said Sherlock Holmes.
Instead of offering some support her father blamed Maggie, and a massive argument resulted in her moving into a girlfriend's flat where this confession continued.
"We had some great times but one night we ended up with four guys who got us to do stuff."
"Like what?" I gulped.
"I don't know...kissing and wanking them, that kind of thing. Anyway, I wanted you to know all that and I promise it never happened again."
My face must've triggered some maternal instinct because I received a consolation hand job, which was gratefully accepted.
For a few days I thought of nothing else. It seemed that the young lady I had gallantly led through her sexual awakening was already two laps ahead. I wondered if this explained her reaction to those blokes in Spain, and all those 'dirty slut' comments as she rolled around a concrete floor?
Either way it seemed like a good time to hand her a gift-wrapped box containing a black leather collar with 'DADDY'S CUM SLUT' written in diamanté studs.
"Oh my god." She squealed. "Put it on me please. I wanna be YOUR slut."
I fastened it around her neck like a Tiffany diamond necklace.
"Now use my butterfly on me." She begged.
Two minutes on gas mark 5 and she came panting and gulping like a proper cum slut.
"My god, that will never stop feeling wonderful!" She shivered.
Then I introduced the star of the evening. A small pink butt plug.
"What's that?" She asked.
"We're starting training tonight." I said
The word 'we're' was doing a lot of heavy lifting and it was only when Maggs was kneeling naked on the coffee table with warm baby lotion being dribbled over her bare bottom, that the penny dropped.
"Please be careful." She said apprehensively.
After some gentle coaxing and lashings of warm oil, my little finger eventually dipped into her bottom. Half inch, no more.
"Does that feel okay?" I asked.
"I suppose so." She wasn't convinced.
Things improved when she used her vibrator at the same time as my hands circled her bottom like a pair of vultures, spreading her buttocks wider with each sweep.
They say timing is everything, and when my fingers brushed aside the vibrator and inserted themselves deep into her pussy, that little pink butt plug slipped into place almost unnoticed. We were up and running!
I'll never forget my beautiful young bride all slippery and golden, perched on that coffee table wearing a 'Cum Slut' collar, with a pink plug in her arse and a pale blue vibrator guarding her clitoris, and it seemed only right to offer her some cock.
Three holes filled and another fantasy ticked off!
Maggie hadn't spoke to her father since the wedding but he would've been proud to see his only daughter climaxing with a small lump of hard plastic sticking out of her arse, and her husband's cock crammed into her mouth.
"Omm a gum slug. Imma gum slurg." She repeated.
I swear by the Power of Grayskull that, at the exact moment I pulled out of Maggie's mouth and emptied my semen into an empty wine glass, that plug shot out of her ass and rolled across the floor. It was like magic.
For a moment she said nothing. Then, with her head still bowed, she began giggling.
"You make me do such things. Come on, it's time for bed, I've got school tomorrow."
"Not yet babe. Time to earn your first Cum Slut qualification." I smiled.
The diamanté sparkled as her tongue cleaned every drop of spunk from the wine glass before she slammed it onto the coffee table like a shot glass.
"Thank you for my collar." she said, "Am I good girl for using that butt thing?"
"You sure are baby, you sure are."
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Neighbourhood Watch
After those revelations about the family doctor and that inaugural voyage around the Cape of Good Hope, there was plenty of cuddly sex interspersed with more work around the back door. The butterfly remained a firm favourite and Maggie loved the dopey look on my face whenever she downed a glass of Château Spunk. We also invested in a flexible dildo that could be stuck on a mirror for some pretend spit roasting.
There was also the gardening.
Spring was exceptionally mild and on Sunday mornings Maggie began pottering in the back garden where she found an old vegetable patch and a few fruit bushes. From then on, any spare time was spent digging, planting and hoeing.
As it got warmer she began wearing old dresses to match her gardening gloves. One was a short khaki number that buttoned down the front. It must've shrunk a size because she had to leave the top button undone and the other three were stretched so taut that they were perilously close to pinging off into the strawberry patch!
Man she looked sexy and I promised that if she wore that dress and left her bra in the bedroom, it would guarantee a constant supply of tea and chocolate bourbons delivered to the bottom of the garden.
Decorating the spare bedroom may have taken forever but I did get to see those free-range tits swinging invitingly from side to side as she planted the carrots.
