Chapter 2: Tag-Teamed in Taiwan - Again
"Dad, telling this to you -- telling you what Ken and the two men and Shin did -- it's gotten me so ... okay, so
horny
... . Dad, I need it -- I really need you to fuck me now?"
I looked at her. The instant she saw the arousal in my eyes, she reached down and yanked her tank top over her head. She didn't even bother trying to slip off her bikini panties -- she just grabbed one hip band and ripped it and pulled the remaining patch of cotton cloth aside and plunged three fingers inside her pussy.
But that was only for a few seconds. I had started to wrestle my pajama bottoms down and off my hips, but apparently that wasn't fast enough for Lauren. She reached across and grabbed the waistband of my pajama shorts and ripped them open and yanked 'til they tore, then dived down and pretty much impaled her mouth and throat on my cock.
So help me, I never wanted to hurt my daughter, but right now I couldn't help myself. I grabbed her head and forced it down until my cock was in her throat and her lips and nose were mashed against my pubes. I kind of expected her to resist, but she stayed like that, even tried to mash my cock deeper into her throat before she finally gagged and had to come up for air.
And that's when she hoarsely demanded, "You have to fuck me, Dad -- now!"
Until that moment, I knew I was turned-on, but I had no idea how much I wanted to fuck my daughter. I grabbed her by her shoulders and threw her back on the bed. She immediately opened her legs and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and with my ripped shorts still hugging my hips, I lunged between those long, outstretched legs.
And missed. Lauren groaned -- not in pain, but in frustration. She took one arm and reached down between us and gripped my cock between her thumb and fingers and placed it inside the entrance to her pussy. And then I shoved, and in that single thrust I hit bottom. Lauren cried out from the sudden pain, but then she wrapped her legs around my thighs and gripped me tightly to her.
I had expected that Lauren would be a little tender after her two-day "reunion" with Matthew, but you'd never suspect that from how she acted now, throwing her hips back at me, clawing my back and shoulders, and begging me, "Harder, Dad, harder!"
I was amazed that after she had told me -- confessed -- what she had done, and what had been done to her in Taiwan, that simply telling me about it would make her so hot, and so needy. But I wasn't of a mind to question it. I simply lost myself in the feel of the slick lining of her cunt on my excited cock.
And then I started seeing them. Seeing the pictures. The pictures of my daughter, my beautiful daughter, stretched out on a Taiwanese sofa, with three men taking turns with her, shoving their hard cocks into her tight, moist, silky cunt. And on one side, an exotic-looking Chinese woman, watching, admiring.
And I became one of those men, using the beautiful tall American woman, taking my pleasure in the warmth of her hot, wet, clinging sheath.
"Do you see it, Dad?
"Do you see them? You see them, don't you? You see those men, using your little girl, your Princess. Fucking her. Emptying their cum into her. You see them, don't you, Dad? I can tell -- you do."
I did. I don't know how she could tell, but my daughter knows me. She knows her Dad, and she knows the effect her story is having on me. And now she could feel it, could feel that I saw the pictures, and that they were -- that they were driving me, driving me to unleash every bit of lust that I'd been harboring all the time she'd been away from me -- that we'd been away from each other. Those first nights she was home, I was making love, to my love -- to my precious daughter. Now, right now, I was fucking her, fucking her the way I'd been denied for seven months.
Damn, it was so good!
* * * * *
After we'd both cum -- several times -- we rested for a few minutes to catch our breaths and to come down from the frantic sexual arousal.
Lauren asked, "Want something to drink?" We went out to the kitchen and got some fruit punch from the fridge and drank it there. On the way back to the bedroom we passed Jane. And there we were -- Lauren, with her tank top over-stretched down across one shoulder and nothing else below, and me, with, well, nothing. Jane just smirked at us and continued on into the kitchen.
Back in the bedroom, we flopped down on the bed again (we straightened the blanket and sheets a bit first) and settled in, and Lauren continued with her story.
"It was rough after that night with Ken and the two men, but the funny thing was, I think the things Shin did and said hit me even harder. Anyhow, after that night I felt like crap, and it felt like my life was spinning out of control and I knew I had to do ... I had to do something."
"So, what did you think you needed to do, Sweetheart?"
"Well, the first thing I had to do was tell you. I think part of what I was feeling was the burden of not telling you. And after that phone call, the one where I told you what was going on with Ken and Shin and what was going on with me I felt a lot better, just knowing that you knew, and that meant that I wasn't alone. But I knew I had to stop doing this -- going to Ken's and Shin's. The first two nights the sex seemed to help, like making me feel like I was connected to ... to someone. But after that third night, I realized that it wasn't helping any more.
"But the weird thing was, at work it was like nothing had ever happened. Ken was nice and treated me professionally and appropriately, almost affectionately -- but in a professional way, if that makes any sense -- and we worked together on projects and all the other normal job stuff. And even those times when I'd gone to their home for ... for the sex, Ken would greet me in a way that you could only describe as 'cordial,' and Shin greeted me affectionately, with genuine smiles and affectionate, polite kisses on the cheeks.
"But then when it came time to get down to 'serious' things, it was like a switch was flipped and the cordial visit turned into ... into I don't know what ... a sex club or a gang-bang, with me as the featured guest, which I guess I was.
"Anyway, that third night, with Ken and the two other men and Shin, nothing was said about 'the next time,' or even '
a
next time.' But, somehow, we all knew that there
would
be a next time.
"Sure enough, two weeks later I found myself back at their flat, pressing their door buzzer, and it was the same thing. Except this time no one else was there when I got there. Like always, Ken greeted me 'cordially.' He took my hand and shook it and leaned in and kissed my cheek. And Shin was the same way. She kissed me once on each cheek and then gave me a big hug, but it was a friendly 'good-to-see-you' hug and not at all sexual, and it confused me.
"They asked if I had eaten. I had, an hour before -- I didn't want a full stomach when ... when... and I told them so. Then Shin explained that 'our guests' would be coming later, so we'd have time to 'prepare.' She didn't say how many 'guests' there would be, or how, exactly, we would be preparing. And without any more conversation, Shin guided me up from the chair and began to undress me, like it was just a foregone conclusion that I would be naked. She was very careful with my clothes -- she even had a padded hanger for my silk blouse. So there I was, standing there naked in their living room, and it struck me -- this is now the third time I've been like this, standing naked in their living room, waiting for ... waiting for what?
"Shen went over to one of the side tables and came back with a beautifully-wrapped package, and you know how the Chinese and Japanese are about gifts and their presentation. It was in a rich crimson paper and carefully tied with bands of what looked like straw. She handed it to me and I asked if I should open it now, and she said yes, that it was 'for tonight.'
"I didn't know why tonight should be special in any way, but I gave it the respect that such a gift is due and unwrapped the package carefully. I unfolded the crimson wrapping paper and the crimson tissue that was inside it, and it became obvious that it was fabric, some kind of garment -- and not a very big one.
"Well, the whole evening was taking on an entirely different tone from the previous ones. To put it bluntly, those had been pretty much 'slam, bam' affairs -- 'here's the beautiful hot American whore -- go for it!' I didn't know why they were doing things differently this time, but I was sure I'd find out soon enough.
"I unfolded it and held it up, and it was a piece of lingerie. It looked like a kind of garter belt, but without the straps to clip onto stockings. It was a rich burgundy in color, and as I examined it, it looked like it could have just one purpose -- to highlight and draw attention to the wearer's sexual areas.
"Of course, I thanked them for the beautiful, expensive-looking piece of apparel, but then I stood there like a dummy, not sure of what to do next. That was when Shin said, 'Perhaps you would like to put it on, Dear, it will make you look even lovelier tonight.'
"So I was supposed to look 'lovely' for tonight? I made sure that I had it the right way and then stepped, then wiggled into it to get it on just right. Shin looked for a moment and then reached out and adjusted it on my hips, and then she stood back, admiring, front and back. 'Doesn't she look absolutely lovely, Ken? Very sexual.'
"So that was it -- I was supposed to look 'lovely and sexual' for the evening
"And that's when the door buzzer sounded. Ken opened the door and there were two men there, and while Ken was greeting them, a third got off the elevator. Was this a pattern -- first their one friend, then two guys, and now three? Like the other nights, I didn't know any of the men, although the one who came last looked like someone I'd seen around the office. And like the other nights, no one was introduced me to any of them.
