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On a business trip to California with his wife Harriett, her boss Ed, and Ed's daughter Erica, Mr. Marcus got a world-class blowjob from Erica. But Erica's sights are set on her father Ed. So Mr. Marcus and Erica conceive a plan to get the pair together. The best laid plans of getting laid . . .
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Emergency Incest
Erica and I plotted as we drove back from the beach in the rental car. Despite Erica's recent blowjob, the sway of her tits under her shirt had me half erect before we'd gone a mile. Her father would be a lucky guy. Erica wasn't attractive like a model, all slim and shapely, but her thick torso was ready to be ridden, and I suspected she'd appreciate someone who rode her hard. Too bad my rule "Don't fuck the boss's daughter" extended to my wife's boss's child.
"What's on the schedule for tonight?" I asked. Ed and Harriett only shared information on a need-to-know basis, and that meant learning the details or commitments with scant time to prepare.
"We all have dinner out with the client. Some snooty place in the 'burbs, I think." She pulled another Tootsie Roll Pop from her bag and started sucking.
I was no longer jealous of the candy treat, since I'd experienced those lips personally. I thought of Los Angeles as a suburb of San Diego, but that was just me. "Okay then, we'll need to get you alone with your father, if you're intent on getting him into bed."
"Oh yes!" shouted Erica. "Tonight's the night."
Wiggling in the seat accentuated the tumbling of her tits. Why didn't I just pull over onto a side street and fuck the daylights out of her? Because, like Annie wanted me, Erica wanted her daddy. Not rational, but understandable.
"This is simple," I said. "You'll pretend to have stomach ache." I pulled the candy from her mouth. "From too many of these. That will leave you alone with him while Harriett and I go out."
"Sounds terrific. You came up with that so quick. Do you do this a lot?"
Plot ways for young women to get laid? Yes, but it's usually me doing the laying. "Not really."
I pulled into the hotel lot and tossed the keys to an attendant. Erica ran around to my side of the car as the attendant pulled away. I got a sudden hug and a kiss, flat on the lips. My hands dangled hesitantly, scared to pull her closer. I might throw off my self-imposed constraints and fuck her there, standing up, for everyone in the lobby to see. Her lips, sweet from candy, lingered much too long.
"You find me attractive, right?" she asked. "Not too fat?"
Nothing but the truth. "Yes."
"Your hard-on gave you away."
That was true. Although Erica wasn't the athletic or thin body type I was usually attracted to, the combination of a attractive face and overwhelming tits caught my attention and imagination. She wasn't my usual conquest. Hell, she was no conquest at all.
Erica bounced towards the hotel while I walked at normal speed.
As I showered, thoughts of Erica in her bikini stoked my dick to attention. Somehow, I got soft enough to dress for dinner. In the common space of our shared suite, Erica was in pajamas that showed nothing. Our plan underway, she'd evidently claimed to be too sick to go to dinner. Ed thought the two of them staying behind was a great idea, to put Harriett in the prominent position with the client. "In the driver's seat" was his phrase. I hoped Erica got her father into the driver's seat while we were gone. With her sexually satisfied, there'd be less chance she'd come on to me, and less chance I'd agree.
Dinner went well. The clients and their wives were charming and fun. We decided to go dancing after dinner. Harriett and I never go dancing. Close bodily contact upsets her. The wives in the group took turns dancing with me instead, as the husbands did with Harriett. Several of the wives dragged me onto the dance floor for slow numbers, and made sure to hold themselves tight against me. Soon, they were taking turns, every one of them feeling the protuberance between my legs, rubbing themselves the right way. Not that I'd get the chance to do any more than that, mind you.
When we got back, Erica and Ed were in their separate bedrooms. Ed was particularly quiet. A half dozen miniature booze bottles decorated the counter. Everything was not fine, but it wasn't my role to probe. Ed for information or Erica for, well, just probe. I opened my mouth anyway. "Did you guys have something to eat?"
"I had room service," said Ed.
"Where's Erica?" asked Harriett.
"In bed. Her stomachache got worse. I offered to phone the house physician, but she refused. Just sulked. I don't understand her, I really don't. What does she want from me?"
Your dick, dickhead! No comments about her coming on to him, or undressing. Hmmm. Kids are inscrutable. And unscrewable, if you're Ed.
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With more meetings scheduled for Ed and Harriett the next day, Erica and I were alone.
"Let's go to the beach. I didn't exactly get any quality tanning time," she said.
She came out in the same bikini, and then pulled on a t-shirt and shorts. Once we were safely buckled in a rental car, Erica spewed her side of the previous night's story. "We started out watching some TV together, and I sat real close, almost on his lap. I couldn't order anything from room service, or it would have spoiled my upset stomach excuse. He turned off the TV, and we talked like what seemed to be forever. I slipped off my pjs, kind of subtle, not just whoosh." She wiggled her shoulders, her breasts wobbling. "I was in bra and panties."
Maybe since Ed was inebriated, she'd been successful. "So, did everything work out?" Boy, am I a letch!
"I got his pants down, after a lot of protest and took his dick in my mouth. It only got this big -" She indicated about four inches. "I sucked and sucked, him muttering the whole time. It never get any bigger, and then he came."
"Great!" At least with Ed, she got to swallow.
I pulled into our private parking lot at the closed beach and got out. I held the door for Erica to do the same.
"Not great," she said. "When I pulled off my bra. He turned red and screamed about being humiliated and that I should go to my room and not come out for the rest of the evening."
So no real sex, at least by Bill Clinton's definition.
"I fucked up real good," she continued. "Now he won't even look at me, let alone hug. I really screwed up."
I put my arm around her, to console her. We walked down to the sand that way, hip to hip. We dropped our bags but not each other. Her arm came up behind me and drew me closer. Her mouth reached up to mine, in our side-by-side embrace, mouths open, tongues searching.
This was getting too steamy for my own good, or Erica's. I pulled my face back, leaving Erica's tongue wagging in air. "I know you feel like you've been rejected -"
"Feel like? He pushed me away, for chripes sake. When I was naked! You like my body! Why didn't he? Is there something wrong with these?" She pulled the string that opened her top. Those two breasts I'd dreamt about all night hung loose. "Here!"
