Story Code: M/F, Incest, Father/Daughter, Public Sex, Interracial Sec, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Drugs
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On my ninth birthday I was told that I was too old now for my bedroom decoration, it was a bit too, 'Little Princess', for a newly nine year old girl. I was given the choice, wall paper or painted walls, what colours I wanted, that kind of thing.
That was the last time my bedroom saw a change in its decoration...well, not strictly true, I'd picked painted walls, duck-egg blue walls and white gloss woodwork but by the time I was twelve I could hardly see any of the blue walls. I'd plastered the walls with pictures of boy bands, Harry Potter stars, other actors and the like and as I grew I pulled one poster down and replaced it with my new love focus.
A week before I was due to head for Portsmouth to start my three year University course I was given a pile of boxes by my father and told to pack away everything that I wasn't taking with me so that it could be stored in the attic. It started to dawn on me that my room wasn't going to be my room any more. Our third bedroom had been given over to my mother as her sewing room ever since I could remember and once I was gone; my bedroom was going to be turned into my father's hobby room.
"What about holidays?"
I was shocked and very upset but my dad told me that there would always be a bed in the room for when I needed it but I'd have to put up with all of my father's junk for the twenty weeks or so of the year that I would be on holiday from school.
Once I started at university, I rapidly realised that my choice of Major subject was about the most difficult course at the university and that my Minor subject was about the second hardest. While my fellow students were attending between twenty and twenty five hours of tuition, I had thirty one hours a week and at least twice that amount of time studying at home...well, if you can call my ten foot by ten foot of space in the dormitory block home. At least I was in a single room rather than having to share with another girl; my course choice was recognised as being so difficult that I couldn't afford the distraction of sharing a room.
I'd managed to get a part time job as well; two days work at a hotel, eight hours every Saturday and eight on Sunday. My week soon turned into a very full schedule. I did resent it a little when my friends managed to get pissed every night but I'd picked a subject that I loved to study so didn't really miss the 'Entertainment'. I do have to admit though that every once in a while I missed the company of my boyfriend, especially on the long winters nights.
On the rare occasion that I actually felt horny I would chat on the internet, not the usual chat room that I'd used through school, I was over eighteen years old now and was using more 'Adult' chat rooms.
I'd just finished a five thousand word essay and realised that I was up to date with my home work and still had two hours before my usual bedtime, I wasn't actually horny so I just looked around on the internet for somewhere new to chat, I found a webcam chat room, I'd seen five men and two women using webcams to chat, they were all naked and they were pointing their cameras below their chins, the men was rubbing their cocks gently and were trying to talk the women into opening their legs.
"HornyHusband - CollegeGirl, this is a webcam chat room, you have to have your camera on or leave the chatroom."
"CollegeGirl - Sorry HH, new to the room."
I took my T-shirt off and my skirt but left my bra and knickers on. I tilted my webcam down so that my face was off the top of the screen and then allowed my camera's feed to go into the chat room.
I spent my two free hours sitting in my bra and knickers while men chatted to me, they would rub, ask me questions of an increasingly sexual nature, try to talk me into masturbating for them as they rubbed. I actually enjoyed watching eight men climax on screen and I even flashed my tits once or twice to help the men along in their journey.
I wished the chat room a good night and turned my computer off. I found it difficult to get to sleep with the images of all of those cocks spurting, I gave myself fifteen minutes of 'Finger exercises' before I finally fell asleep a happy girl.
The rest of the week was very busy, right up until Friday night, I'd worked harder than usual in class so that there was less to bring home and by nine o'clock I was free to chat again.
I logged into the webcam chat room but this time I'd already stripped down to my knickers and bra before I opened the chat room. I chatted with three men and then a fourth asked me if I'd like to go to a private chat, the man was FrustratedTrainDriver and I spent over an hour talking to him as he wanked himself slowly.
I was really fascinated by the size of his cock, I'd seen lots of cocks in my short adult life but never saw one quite like his, it was a monster, he held it in two hands at one point, just to prove its length, his hands were side by side and there was still an inch of cock standing out above his fists.
I asked all kinds of stupid questions as he rubbed his cock. He said that he was married with one daughter and that he'd only had sex with his wife a few times because he was so big, his wife almost never wanted to have sex with him. I was told that he was thirty-five years old and that he worked on the railway as a train driver. He had well defined pectoral muscles, a flat stomach and the beginnings of a six-pack; he'd obviously just started working out.
When FrustratedTrainDriver actually climaxed he fired spunk so high that it hit his chin, he lowered his face an inch just so that I could see the string of jizz that was hanging from his chin.
The next time that I was free to chat I actually called him and I created the private room for us to chat in. I asked him about his wife, asked him when he'd last fucked his wife.
"FrustratedTrainDriver - I was given a special treat, I spent two weeks redecorating our daughter's bedroom and because of that I was allowed to fuck my wife but she lay in a position that I couldn't get all of my cock in her cunt!"
"CollegeGirl - How long ago was that?"
There was a pause before he leaned in to type his reply, "FrustratedTrainDriver - My daughter was about four at the time so it was about nine years ago!"
"CollegeGirl - So you haven't had sex for nine years!"
"FrustratedTrainDriver - That's not what you asked, because my job often keeps me away from home overnight I sometimes visit a prostitute while I'm in another town, prostitutes don't complain about my big cock."
I actually stripped totally naked for the first time and stood up so that he could see my body totally, well, totally apart from my face. I put my foot on the seat that I'd been sitting on and I started masturbating with my fingers, moved onto a ball point pen and finished myself off with a cucumber. I actually pushed the cucumber up my cunt all the way until the last millimetre disappeared from view, just to prove to him that I'd be able to handle his cock.
"FrustratedTrainDriver - So, how many men have fucked you so far?"
"CollegeGirl - There were twenty-five boys at my eighteenth birthday party and I let every one of them fuck me over the weekend!"
That little piece of information was too much for him, he shot off at that message. As I watched him shooting his seed I worked the cucumber harder and faster and got myself off a fraction of a second later.
He was gasping from his powerful orgasm, reaching for a tissue and suddenly he jerked, not like he was orgasming but a reaction kind of jerk. He pushed his webcam out of sight and the last thing I saw was him pulling his dressing gown over his shoulders. The camera pivoted showing more of the room he was in, there was a model railway track, 'So, a train driver by day and at night when he was in his playroom'. I spotted bare legs and a skirt, A woman was walking around in the room, I saw her for a full minute before my chat partner closed his connection with me.
I closed my laptop down and went to bed happy, tomorrow would be Saturday, I could sleep late for once as I wasn't starting work until mid day. The following week I would be taking a test, it was the last week of term before Christmas, I had exams on Monday to Friday unlike most of the other students who would be drifting off home from Monday onwards. The results of my group's exams would see a thinning of our student body on my course. If we did badly we'd be offered a move to a less demanding degree.
My last tutorial and exam would be on Thursday but I'd still be stuck here as the hotel needed me for the Christmas week, a busy time at the hotel, I'd be working flat out from Christmas Eve until the second of January and then I'd be taking the bus home to see my parents and my friends back home.
Christmas week at the hotel was like one big orgy, men were hunting the public areas in packs, trying to pick off any drunk woman they could corner on her own. It was like a psychology tutorial, it was just too bad that the psychology I had to study as part of my course was all business related, office politica and that kind of thing, but it was really interesting to watch the drunken antics going on all around me while I was stone cold sober.
I saw a woman take five different men up to her room in a ninety minute period and it sent me right back to my eighteenth birthday party, not the party on my actual birthday, the party where I was at home with my mum, dad, grandparents and an assortment of uncles and aunties. I remembered back to the weekend after that party, the weekend that I took a group of friends to the meadow at the side of the river, we took a 'Ghetto Blaster', enough beer to float a boat and enough cannabis to float ourselves too. We walked a mile away from the nearest road...well, the nearest anything really. We drank and danced, messed around and skinny-dipped in the river. Half the group left us at midnight, all of the other girls went home and a few of the boys too, I was the only girl left with twenty-five horny men and I was dared to pull a train with them.
The following day I arrived home at noon and got the bollocking of my life from my father for staying out all night without telling him.
I was tired, I had a massive headache and I was sore in more places than I knew could be sore, I put my hands on my hips, "Dad, in two weeks time I'll be stopping out every night, you won't see me for fourteen weeks, let's not fall out over poor mobile phone signal coverage out here in the wilds." and with that comment I went to bed until Monday morning.
I got a jab in my ribs from my boss for daydreaming while people were waiting for their drinks.
