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Under me is Misty, one of the crew that is setting up the trade show. She's eighteen, or at least that's what she told me. She's tall and skinny, has huge tits, and is naked. I'm fucking her as hard and fast as I can, and she is yelling for more.
"Oh fuck! oh fuck! oh fuck! Harder, Jim!"
The bed creaks and groans; this girl cums like a river and nearly constantly. Her pussy is tight and smooth.
The room reeks of sex. We're sweating all over each other. She cums again, a river flowing past my cock. The young ones aren't always good. Misty is an exception; she has experience.
Her fingers dig into my hard biceps. I'm resting on my elbows. Her legs are clamped around my thighs. My cock loves the tight, wet feel of her vagina. I'm not gonna last much longer, we've been fucking for twenty minutes.
"Gonna cum, kid."
Her warm hazel eyes focus on mine. "Cum in me, daddy."
Whoa. That did it. I ram it deep and feel the sweet release into the cursed condom. Misty cums again, her young pussy clamping on my cock.
I'm done, but still inside her. We're panting. She giggles.
"Sorry about the daddy thing. It's a fantasy of mine."
I climb off her and offer my hand. "Let's shower."
Compared to our intense fucking, the shower is slow and gentle. I get hard again and Misty sucks my cock, declining to let me cum in her mouth. She'll learn. Instead, I blast my load all over her pretty, young face. She loves it.
Misty is walking out the door. Her sex-drenched thong is in my hand. I may see her again.
So, let me get all this out of the way so we can get back to fucking. I'm Jim, forty-nine, tall and lean. I'm in ridiculously good shape as I swim, do karate etc. I'm six-foot-three, I've got the salt-and-pepper hair going, light blue eyes, and a voice that is chocolate to women's ears. I'm charming as hell ̶ and married.
My wife, Bonnie, and I have a great life and I love her to death, but I have a sex drive that is insatiable. She does, too. I started doing these shows and hooking up. I'm pretty sure Bonnie is Tindering while I'm gone, so it's fair.
When I get home, it's gonna be a full day of sex with my soulmate. Til' then, fucks of convenience for all.
I run trade shows. You want to show off boats or bulldozers? Call my boss. He sets up the place, then I show up and make it all happen for a week, while trolling the visitors and staff for sex partners. I do it maybe ten times a year. It pays really well, and I'm very good at running things.
So. The women. I have a type. It's my wife, Bonnie. Other than that, I go for personality. I do prefer married women ̶ less chance of emotional complications ̶ but I have to like whomever I'm going to be with. Other than that, I'm very flexible. I've fucked plus-size women and girls built like a rake. I'm not particular. Misty is the youngest girl I've ever fucked. I guess she got turned on by the 'daddy' thing. Little does she know, she hit a very well-hidden button of mine that has never been pushed and that I guard like a centurion.
I'm in a large city in the deep South, working a realtor's convention. It's ten o'clock in the morning on the first day, and I'm chatting up Brooke. Brooke is forty-two and is rocking the mom bod. She's married, of course, has bottle-blond hair and blue eyes I could get lost in. She's from Nashville and she's horny. Fingers tap my shoulder. I turn, conscious of the obvious erection in my pants that Brooke keeps staring at.
It's a woman, late twenties, tall, maybe five-ten, brunette hair in a loose pony, and green eyes to die for. She's wearing civilian-style utility clothes, that 511 stuff. It's easy to make out the fit body underneath. She's also my daughter. Oh shit. My cock fades instantly and Brook goes back to selling swampland.
I'm conscious that my mouth is hanging open. I close it as my daughter laughs lightly.
"I guess you don't read all the emails, do you?"
"We had changed security companies. I knew that part, but how?"
Nikki laughs again. "And I am the site leader for the event. That was in the email on ten twelve at ten-hundred hours, Father. Get your S.A. up."
Nikki is twenty-nine. She had done a tour or two in the Army, Military Police and then tried being a cop. Too many rules and too many people looking to destroy you, so she went into private security and now she is in my convention hall, fucking up my sex life. Okay, that's mean. I love the girl and haven't seen her for over a year, but I can't be doing my thing knowing that my eagle-eyed kid could be watching. What I do to amuse myself is none of her business. Well, maybe I can sneak Brook in. Hate hitting just a single.
I walk with Nikki. "My situational Awareness, SA as you call it, is just fine, thanks. My inbox is overloaded. My boss is nervous and that is his therapy. I've learned to scan and take just what I need to know. Don't know how I missed your name."
"Probably because it isn't Jackson anymore. I got married."
I stop and stare. "Again?"
She laughs. "Yes, and this one's a keeper. It was fast and I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but after Skeeter, you two were pretty used up."
Skeeter was a scumbag and an abuser. It was tough. Nikki lived with us for a while and that was tough on me, watching her walking around in panties and a tee shirt. The centurion had to work overtime to keep me in line.
"True, but we did what we had to do. I'm glad you're happy."
Nikki loops her arm in mine. "We are the security company now, so I get to work with my daddy. I was so excited when I found out."
I laugh. "Yeah, a pushover as a client. That can't suck."
I can feel her hard-trim body collide with mine as we walk. This is going to be tough.
"Hardly a pushover, Dad. You're a good father, but you did have a soft spot for me."
Hard spot would be a better phrase and she doesn't need to know that my soft side is filled with imagined visions of what my girl looks like getting out of the shower. Time for a subject change.
"What room are you in?"
Nikki rolls her eyes. "This place was full. We got the contract late. I'm sharing a room across town at the Marriot."
I pull out one of the two key cards for my room. "Here, take this. I'm in ten-twenty-six. Use my room if you need anything during the day."
Nikki kisses my cheek, dangerously close to my lips. "Thanks, Dad. You're the best."
My assistant interrupts us with a crisis. Nikki waves as I follow him to the scene.
**
It's mid-afternoon, I'm in a small break room. Brooke is pressed against me. Her lips touch mine. Oh fuck, this woman can kiss. We're eye-to-eye, I'm hard, and as she kisses me, her hand finds my erection. She pulls back but her lips still brush mine as she rasps, "I love this fat cock, Jim. Touch me."
I slide my hand up her leg. No panties, and her vagina is running.
"Your room," She moans, "I have to share mine."
Brooke is everything I expected and more. She loves having a cock in her mouth and moans when I cum all over her tongue. I first lick the trimmed brown hair around her lovely pussy, 'till she blasts all over my face. She holds her legs back, her pussy open and needy.
"Fuck me, Jim."
I do. Brooke is a great fuck. She moans cries out, writhes, and cums some more. I have a rule. I get a room with two queens ̶ one for me, one for fucking. We are destroying the fuck bed. I love her full body and big breasts. For having two kids, she's still tight and has a very sensitive G-spot.
"Gotta cum," I grunt, as I pound her.
"Do it, darlin' Let me have it."
Well, the condom has it, not her juicy pussy. I hate them with a passion, but it's a fact of life when you fuck around. I pound in one last time and let it go. Brooke cums all over my cock again.
We don't shower together. Brooke has to get back the 'Brooke look' as she calls it.
We kiss lightly at the door.
"I have to leave today. Another girl is coming, but probably not for you. She's a lez."
We laugh. I'm happy. I've snuck one by the security chief. I can live with the rest of the week being dry.
**
Nikki and I have dinner together. She seems distracted and distant, but I write it off to the new job. We have after-dinner drinks in the bar, and Nikki goes back to the Marriot. In my room that I asked housekeeping to clean up, I'm on a video call with Bonnie.
My long, lean wife is naked and very wet on our bed. She has a vibrator. I've set my phone up with a ring light and I, too am naked and erect.
For the next hour, we edge while we talk about what we are going to do when I get home, culminating in glorious orgasms for both of us.
"I love you, Bonnie."
"I love you, Jim. Be careful."
**
No matter how you plan, there are little things that go wrong. The next morning, I'm in the warehouse for the convention center, looking for those curtain-on-a-frame things that separate booths. I need four more.
The place has lights, but they are the type that take five minutes to warm up. The regular lighting is just a bit more than none, but it's enough.
As I get close to the back, walking between two ten-foot-tall racks, I hear sounds ̶ familiar sounds. Sounds I've made back here. Fucking. My cock thickens as I move closer, looking through the stuff on the rack until I have a good view.
They are by the back wall. I'm maybe twelve feet away and they are under one of the lame lights, so I've got a good view.
I recognize him. He's the boss of the company with the biggest footprint at the show. Grant Foster. He's late forties, kind of has that George Clooney thing going. His polo shirt is on the crate in front of him. His slacks are around his ankles with a nice pair of briefs nestled in them. I'm very flexible in the bedroom. I've played with guys and appreciate a good-looking man. I do it mostly because it makes Bonnie crazy horny to watch, but I like it a little.
Grant has his big hands holding the hips of a woman who has one foot up on the crate and the other, with her utility pants and pink thong around her ankle, on the floor.
Grant is fucking my daughter and doing a fine job of it. He has a nice cock, at least what I can see through the condom. But his cock holds no interest for me. I am devouring the sight of my naked daughter. I guess she isn't the by-the-rules daughter she used to be since it's obvious that she is a very willing partner.
Nikki's polo and bra are on the crate in front of her. She is naked. I am rampant. Muscles flex under her sweaty and flawless skin, as Grant drives his cock into her soaked pussy. Nikki doesn't shave or trim. Her bush is full, and full of her lust right now, drops falling from the curly brown hair to the floor under her. Her breasts swing free underneath her ̶ not big, but not small. Her nipples are long ̶ very long, and very hard. Her hand pinches and pulls on one, as her other hand steadies her on that crate. She stifles a grunt every time Grant hits bottom. I hear her raspy whisper. "Harder, faster. Make me cum again."
Her ass is a perfect half-circle and hard. He slaps it. Nikki cums.
