Author's Note: This is the third part of a longer story. I have done my best to make each chapter independent of its sisters. They were written in this order:
Conquest
,
Contempt
, and now
Constant
.
*
Anne Marie was the receptionist at my job. She always wore her hair down so that the very ends of her brown locks breezed her round ass. Her sad eyes weren't the same color and she had the virtue of being the hottest girl at work. Maybe it was a case of summer camp syndrome, but everyone in the office wanted to fuck the girl --and everyone pretty much had. Supposedly, there were pictures of me and the girl having a fuck. We'd only fucked the one time. After the fact, I felt remorse for my marriage, for cheating, for betraying my vows. I know now that I was upset for the wrong reasons.
My daughter Yvette had taught me that the true sadness was doing it with such weak pussy. After she'd fucked me for the first time, she'd shown me the error in my judgment. She had made examples of Anne Marie and my boss Zachary. I had paid witness to their sexual inferiority that day and was the only champion she'd let drink from her cup, the cup of a sexual goddess. Things at work changed for me that day. Zachary stopped ordering me around for amusement. Anne Marie refused to make eye contact with me and had stopped flirting all together --not just with me, but also with everyone in the office.
My days at home revolved around my daughter. She had given me three simple rules to follow and in exchange I was treated to the most earth-shattering sex of my life. I was required to
always defend her
, to
always respect her
, and
to never deny her
. She had also made me understand that I could never wet my wick in any pussy but hers --not even my wife's!
Of course, Yvette was allowed to have anyone she wanted.
I contemplated the arrangement in my own bed as I tried to sleep in. I'd been up so very late waiting for Yvette. I'd hoped to lick her pussy or fuck her sexy mouth --but she'd brought home another man to do all of those things. Falling asleep that night was difficult because I could hear moans, giggles, and muffled words. But any hopes of drifting away into the morning were dashed when I heard my wife yelling.
"Yvette!" She yelled. "Open this door right now, young lady!"
She pounded the door with her fists.
"Don't you ignore me!"
Yvette's rules bound me to intervene, so I pulled on my pants and a button-up shirt. I dashed to my daughter's aid and arrived just in time to see my wife knock the doorknob off its screws with a very heavy book. Now at my wife's side, I watched the door swing open to reveal the inside of Yvette's room.
"Fuck," I heard my daughter say as she scrambled to cover her naked body with a sheet. Her latest fling was lying next to her, bare ass. He raised his head briefly and then went right back to sleep.
"We're done with this crap," my wife said. "You're bringing a different guy home every night!"
Yvette pulled herself up onto her elbows. Her blonde hair had obviously dried sweaty and her crystal blue eyes signaled a hangover. She stared at my wife like she was from another planet.
"Your father and I are sick of it. So it's stopping right now."
Yvette looked at me. "Daddy? Can you hand me that?"
She pointed at a fifth of whiskey on her bureau.
I went into the room and handed it over to her.
"Drinking?!" My wife bellowed. She then shouted at me, "Kyle! She's not even twenty! What are you doing?!"
I shrugged as Yvette unscrewed the top of the bottle. "Hair of the dog, Angela... nothing we can do but help the hang over."
Yvette tipped the bottle to her lips. She handed the bottle back to me and reached under her pillow. When she did the reach, I glimpsed much of her heavy right tit --her golden ring was a near miss. She quickly adjusted and gave me a private smirk.
"Angela," I said. "You're gonna be late for work. I'll handle this."
"I want that man out of here."
"That'll depend on Yvette."
"Excuse me?" Angela looked at me. She had brown eyes.
Yvette brought out her IPOD from her pillow and put her earbuds in.
"Look..." I said to Angela. "...she's an adult now. We can't keep trying to raise her and force her way anymore."
"You think we should stand by while she makes her own mistakes?" My wife folded her arms beneath her own set of generous tits. Yvette had gotten a lot of Angela's beautiful genes.
Yvette reached under the bed for an ashtray and her cigarettes. I knew that when she lit up, Angela would hit the roof. I just hoped my girl would spare me from lighting it for her. I was prepared to, but Angela didn't know I was smoking again.
Angela's jaw dropped when Yvette lit a cigarette in her bed.
"Kyle!"
"It's her room, she can do that if she wants. As long as it's not in the house--"
Angela turned and stomped away. Her heels clicked down the stairs.
I followed, but only glimpsed her exit through the front door at the bottom of the stairs. She slammed the door.
I waited at the top of the stairs. I gripped and released the stupid railing a few times. Below me, in the sunlight, I could see the setting where I coupled with my daughter for the first time --just a few nights ago. The couch and the floor in front of the couch had seen sweat, cum, and passionate promises. All of the evidence had evaporated.
After hearing her Angela drive off, I turned toward my slut daughter's bedroom door.
Yvette had been watching me. Her eyes contained a cold, blue anarchy. She leaned against the doorjamb casually. Her dirty sheet was wrapped loosely around her hips that left her heaving torso totally exposed. My eyes traced the white chord of her earbuds as it traveled between her solid, round, D-cup tits to the IPOD in her hand. The golden rings that stabbed through her nipples reflected the smoke and the sunlight.
Yvette put her cigarette to her full, dick-sucking lips as she stared at me. I could hear rap music blasting into her ears. I hoped that I had done enough to please her. I wondered if I'd done enough to defend her.
I walked toward her slowly and her unblinking blue eyes adjusted to look up at me.
She held her cigarette out to me as she exhaled a long stream of her smoke into the hallway.
I put the cigarette to my lips, intoxicated by her pose.
In that moment, Yvette dropped the sheet from around her hips. Her absolutely flat belly sat plainly above the blonde stubbles of a scantily shaved pussy.
There was no time to drink in the sight as Yvette grabbed my free hand. She immediately trapped it between her thighs and ground her pussy into my fingers. The pussy was dry, maybe tired... but it started to wake up right away. She let go of me and unbuttoned my shirt as her hips writhed.
With her pussy wetting my fingers, I bent so I could penetrate her.
"No..." She hissed. "...don't move your hand."
She rocked her greedy quim against me while her thighs squeezed tighter. I felt her hump my hand to the beat of her IPOD. I could feel her wet, pudgy lips grinding her sap over the side of my hand. Her breath heightened with each thrust. She closed her eyes and sighed, "...oh...oh yeah..." Her lips smeared over my knuckles ferociously as she forced my shirt off my shoulders.
Her cigarette was burning down in my other hand.
"Oh... fuck!" She gave a shout, grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees. Yvette opened her legs and shoved my nose into her melting lower lips. I felt her right leg go around my head. My daughter had a distinct taste of latex entrenched in her folds that I found when I shoved my tongue into her. "Yeah... that's a condom taste, daddy..." she groaned down at me. "...the retard in my bed wanted one when he fucked me. I wanted you to taste that, daddy... that's the only reason..."
She snapped her fingers near my ear like she was commanding a dog. I looked at her hand. She wanted the cigarette. I handed it off and continued to relish the saccharine-rubber flavor that glistened below her clit. With my hands free, I reached between her legs and forced her hole open. Her sloppy slit pressed against my fingers, remolding, re-conforming. I licked her clit faster and faster. I chased down as much of her acrid wetness as I could. I felt the ashes from her cigarette sprinkle my shoulders.
"Get your cock out," she ordered.
I dropped my hands and forced my pants down. My cock was solid, veins rippling beneath the skin. Its fat head bounced upward upon release. Her palm forced me back onto the floor in her room. She joined me on her hands and knees. I watched my daughter's sexy body hover over me. I ran my hands over the flawless skin of her shoulders as her head went down to my cock. "Oh, daddy... I think it's bigger than last time..." After that she gave a mischievous smile, her long hair hid her face from me. The cigarette had burned itself out, so she tossed it toward her bed. The IPOD went immediately after it.
I heard Yvette spit on my cock. Her hand stroked her saliva down the shaft and then I felt her lips engulf the head. Her mouth filled quickly with her slosh and she jerked her head up and down. I could hear her voice grunting approval against my shaft. Her hand squeezed the base roughly and her lips traveled further and further down each time she moved her head.
My cock was released with a gasp and she whipped her hair away from her cheeks to look at me. Her handgrip on my fuck handle boasted experience as she jacked me off. A shit-eating grin lined her lips when she gazed between my face and her hand. After re-asserting her position, she went down again and I groaned deeply.
Yvette deep-throated me in one swift move. I felt her top teeth tug on the pubes at the root of my tree. My voice surrendered to absolute ecstasy as she swallowed with her throat. This erection was fat and hard. I could feel the pre-cum desperately coating my baby's throat and her tongue. This made her sounds even more guttural and she shuddered a little when she groaned.
She released it again to look down on me. I felt her hand still hard at work as it coaxed cum from me. I could glimpse how huge and purple her expertise had made the tip of it. My eyes rolled back as her fingers continued to stroke and pull its silky skin.
"What the fuck is going on?" A voice from the bed said.
I realized that Yvette's fuck from the night before was awake.
Yvette kept her eyes on me when she grinned, "what the fuck do you think? I'm blowing my dad."
We both then looked up to the kid. He was red-faced. Angry. "That's fucked up!"
Yvette laughed, "...this from the condom kid?!" She brought her thighs up and over me.
"You're gonna fuck him now?"
"Yeah... Eric..." Yvette arched her back and raised her pussy above the helmet of my hard-on. Her spectacular breasts, round and righteous, pointed their nipples to the ceiling. The fringe of her blonde locks hid her concentration from him as she guided me to the right spot. "
...right...now...
"
