Erika took a deep breath. She was going to do this.
She walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. She knew he was there. His car was parked in front and besides, it was Tuesday night. He was always there Tuesday nights.
He opened the door and looked at her, surprised.
"Erika -- hi. You know she's got gym practice tonight, right?"
"Yes, of course. Actually -- it was you I wanted to speak to."
"Me?"
"Yes. Can I come in?"
"Er... yes, sure. I guess so."
He opened the door wider to allow her in. When the door was closed behind them, she turned to face him. Now that she was standing there, looking into his eyes, she wasn't so sure, but... what the hell, right? Another deep breath.
"I want to make a deal," she said.
"A deal?" He looked puzzled.
"Yes. An arrangement."
"What... kind of arrangement?"
"I used your computer at the weekend, Mr G. My laptop had run out of charge, and Lisa said it was fine for me to use yours. She knew the password."
"She... knows my password?"
He looks worried now, she thought. That gave her confidence.
"Yes. She has for a while. So... I used your computer. I was just going to print some stuff out, you know?"
He didn't say anything, just looked at her.
"I'm really... nosy, Mr G."
He nodded slowly.
"You hid it pretty well, but computers these days... they want you to be able to find things. Maybe you should have used a USB stick or something. It would have been better."
"I see," he said. "So, this deal you're offering... is that as my IT consultant?"
"Well, actually," she said. "That kind of comes into it. Shall we sit down?"
He hesitated, then turned and walked into their living room. She followed him. He pointed to the sofa and she sat. He settled into an arm chair opposite her, rather wearily she thought.
"Your internet connection," she said. "It's unmetered, and nothing's blocked, right? You can download whatever you want and as much as you want."
"That's right."
"That's... not as common as you might think. You see, at home, everything's blocked. Parental controls, the whole thing. I mean, I can watch Netflix no problem, but it's a shared account. They can see what I've been watching. And on my phone -- Dad pays for it, family account, waaay too easy for him to snoop. Can't use that."
"So, you... like the fact we don't have any of those controls?"
"I really do," she said. "You have no idea how frustrating it can be."
"Well... you're an enterprising girl. I'm surprised you haven't found a way around it."
"Ah... well now I have." She smiled at him. "That's why I'm here."
"You want to use our internet connection to download... things you can't at home?"
"That's right."
"What sort of things?"
She smiled sweetly.
"Just like you, Mr G. I want to download porn. Lots of porn."
He looked startled. "Really? Porn? Shouldn't you just be going out... and maybe having sex yourself rather than watching other people having it?"
"Sometimes, maybe. But I like porn. I like it a lot."
"Right," he said. "So... when do you plan on downloading all this porn using our connection?"
"Every Tuesday night."
"Every Tuesday?" He looked startled. "You mean... every week you're just going to come over and... surf for porn?"
"That was my plan, yes. Lisa's got practice. Your wife always works late. My parents don't know anything about Lisa's schedule so they'll be fine with me coming here. Six until nine, every Tuesday. What do you say, Mr G?"
"I say no, of course," he said. "I can't possibly allow that. You know I can't."
She sighed. "Let's talk about your collection, shall we?"
"No. Let's not. I think you should go. This is... quite outrageous, what you're trying to pull."
He stood up. She stayed where she was, eying him coolly.
"Does Lisa know you want to fuck her?"
He swayed as if he'd been hit. "What? No! I don't!"
"You have an awful lot of daddy-daughter movies."
"That's just... it's make-believe!"
"Sure," she said. "I understand that. But Lisa's not as... experienced as I am. I don't think she'd understand. I think she'd be heartbroken."
"You're not going to tell her," he said, through gritted teeth. "You're just not going to."
"I'm not," she said. "As long as I'm here Tuesdays, six to nine. Do we have a deal?"
For a minute she thought he was going to rush over and hit her and the adrenaline flooded through her. She saw him clenching and unclenching his fists. Then, slowly, the fight went out of him.
"Fine," he said flatly. "Fine."
"That's great! Thanks Mr G. That's really kind of you. Do you think... would you mind if I used your study when I come over? It's really comfortable, with the sofa and everything. And very private. You don't mind if I use it, do you? Just for those three hours? I'm sure you've got lots of jobs you could be doing."
"Yes," he said. "By all means. As you say... I have a lot of other things I should be doing."
"Great," she said. "Thanks so much. I'll just go and set up in there now, if that's OK."
"What... you're going to start tonight? This minute?"
"No time like the present, they say, right? And I'm sure you've got some of those jobs just ready for you to start on them."
He looked at her. "I always thought you were quite nice and sweet, underneath all that bravado. I was wrong, wasn't I?"
"Oh no. I am nice. And sweet. Really I am. I just... like to get what I need. I'll see you later, Mr G. I'll let myself out if you're not around."
**
That first session in his study was everything she hoped it would be.
Their connection was fast. And, to her delight, she found she could connect her laptop easily to the big screen on his wall. Up until now, porn had been something she'd usually had to peer at on her tiny phone screen. It had been fun and arousing, but frustratingly hard to make out some of the more nuanced details. But on a 50-inch-high definition plasma TV... it was just sensational. She could imagine it was her mouth going around that glistening cock. Her tongue licking at that shaven pussy. Her face that the come was running down.
In terms of content, she didn't get too adventurous that night. She liked the scenes where moms walked in on their daughters having sex with their boyfriends, and being disappointed with their lack of technique. Of course, they always called them "stepmoms" and "stepdaughters", but Erika knew that was crap. Nobody watching those scenes really believed that.
She thought about her mum walking in on her with a boy. "Oh Erika, you really must keep your room tidy. And... honestly, do they teach girls nothing these days? You must tickle and play with his balls if you want to get him off. Here... let me show you. But I've only got a minute. I must pick up your brother from soccer."
Yes, she liked those scenes a lot.
She made herself come four times in those three hours. She could, she thought, have come even more, but she enjoyed holding back. Taking herself close, then slowing down again. Knowing that when she did finally give herself release, it would be even better.
There was no sign of Mr G when she let herself out, just after nine.
**
The following Tuesday she let herself in. He was sitting in his study, working on something that looked tedious and work related. She looked at him expectantly.
"Right," he said. "I'll... get out of your way, shall I?"
"If you wouldn't mind, Mr G. I bet your wife's going to be amazed at all those jobs around the house that are finally going to get done, huh?"
"I suppose she will, yes."
"All thanks to me!"
"That's right, Erika. We're... very grateful." His tone was bitter.
"Oh, don't be like that. It's only a few hours, once a week. God, I've been looking forward to this ALL day. Sitting in English class, the professor droning on about Hamlet and his lack of decisiveness... I just wanted to say -- pull your finger out! If you want something, go get it!
"I suppose so," he said. "Though I'm not sure it would be much of a play if he did that. It would certainly be a lot shorter."
"Yeah, no kidding. That thing is looong. Anyway... time's a wasting!"
She watched as he got up and started to leave the room. She liked the feeling of being in control. She liked it very much.
"Maybe see you later... in fact, you know what -- I'd love maybe a glass of milk and a cookie in about an hour?"
"A glass of... You've got to be kidding, Erika!"
"Oh, come on! One little glass of milk and an itty-bitty cookie. Let's say... seven thirty. Don't be late!"
With that she shut the door on him. She giggled to herself. That had been very cheeky of her, but it was fun.
What to watch tonight? So much porn, so little time.
He was punctual. At seven thirty exactly there was a knock on the door.
"It's open," she called a little breathlessly. She'd been watching a scene where a dad and son had teamed up on the dad's new girlfriend. It had been hot and dirty but she'd found herself wishing it had gone even further. She was too obliging. If they'd had to force her, at least to start with... now, that would have been extra hot.
She'd taken her panties off but was still wearing her skirt. She pulled it down as he came into the room, in no particular hurry but seeing no reason why she should give him a free show. She licked her fingers suggestively as he put the tray down on the table.
"You're so sweet, Mr G."
He looked at the screen. She'd paused the film just as both men were coming over the girl's face.
"You like that one?"
"Yeah... it was pretty awesome. You've seen it?"
"Yes. I've seen it. But... there are better ones."
And with that he went out, shutting the door behind him.
Yeah, right. Nice try. Pretending like he was the one who knew more than her. Pretty pathetic.
Still, when she went back to the sofa after drinking her milk it wasn't quite as satisfying. She browsed through some sites, looking for something new that would be even dirtier. She hadn't come yet and she was starting to get a little frantic. Eventually she found a really good family scene, all four family members getting into it, yet somehow all of them stepfathers and stepmothers and stepsiblings. Come on, she thought irritably. How is that even possible? Just say who you really are and start fucking each other.
Eventually she came, and of course it was good. Damn good. But as she cycled home she had a nagging feeling of discontent.
**
"Me again! Tuesday is just my favourite day! What about you?"
He regarded her frostily. "You'll be wanting a drink and a snack at seven thirty, I suppose?"
"Yeah... but let's make it a beer this time, shall we? My daddy lets me sip his sometimes, and I'm starting to like the taste of it."
He raised an eyebrow. "Beer?"
"You thinking giving me a beer is really going to get you into trouble with my folks? Compared to letting me into your study to get myself off with high definition porn?"
"I guess not," he said.
"Damn right."
"Beer it is then." He turned to go.
"Tell you what... make it seven this time. Not seven thirty."
At seven he knocked and came in, holding a plate of cookies and a bottle of beer. She had her fingers in her pussy but she was so caught up in the scene she didn't want to stop.
"Put them on the table... fuck, this is so fucking hot... you seen this one?"
"Yes. It's a good one."
"No fucking shit. You ever stroked yourself off to this one?"
"Oh yes," he said quietly. "Several times."
"Yeah, I bet you did. She looks really hot, doesn't she?"
"Yes... yes she does."
"And fuck... she's loving that cock!"
"I'll leave you to it."
"Wait a minute... I kind of like having... oh fuck yeah... fuck I'm going to..."
And to her immense surprise her orgasm suddenly broke and overwhelmed her. She'd just planned to tease him, lying in front of him playing with herself, but actually... it was kind of sexy having him there. So fucking completely in her power.
"Fuck, that was good," she breathed. "Jesus. I think that was one of my best ever." She closed her eyes for a few moments as her breathing turned to normal.
When she opened them he was standing in front of her, patiently holding out the bottle for her to take. His eyes wandered down to her groin where her fingers seemed to have a life of their own, still gently teasing and playing with her labia and clit.
She took the hand away reluctantly and used it to take the bottle from him, making sure to rub her fingers against his.
"Thanks," she said. "You can go now. Once you're outside you can sniff your fingers to see what my pussy smells like. You know you will."
Yes, she liked the way he reddened and looked down at that. She liked the way he seemed to shuffle out awkwardly. He was hard, she could sense that. Hard because of her.
There was no feeling of discontent when she cycled home that night.
**
For her fourth visit she decided it was time to mix things up a little bit more.
"You got many of your jobs to do tonight, Mr G?"
"A few, yes. I... save them up for Tuesday nights. I thought I'd mow the lawn, now that the days are a little longer."
"Yeah. Well, I'm afraid I have other plans for you."
"Do you, Erika?" He sighed. "Am I cooking you a four-course dinner? Perhaps a bottle of wine? Or would you like me to... crawl around on the floor and kiss your feet?"
"Oh, don't be like that. We've been friends for such a long time, haven't we? I mean, how long have I known Lisa now? Six years? I'm practically one of the family, right?"
He looked at her, seeming very tired. "What do you want me to do?"
"Just... sit with me. In the study."
"You want me... in there? With you?"
"Uh-uh. I've realised I... kind of like having somebody there."
"So... you want me to... watch the movies with you?"
"No!" she said sharply. "I don't want you watching the movies. I want you watching me."
She made him bring his desk chair over to just beside the big screen, facing back towards to where she lay on the sofa.
She was pleased to see there was a new release in one of her favourite series. A sort of female sex counsellor went to visit different families and helped them to resolve lots of deep resentments and issues and jealousies by, well, fucking each other senseless. And towards the end she'd have to join in, of course.
Previously when watching the films she would skip forward, bypassing most of the rather tedious build up and getting straight into the action. But tonight, with him sitting passively opposite her, she rather enjoyed the growing sense of anticipation.
"Who do you think is going to fuck who first?"
"Well... based on the dialog, I would say... the younger sister and her brother."
"Yeah, I think you're right. They're both really cute. She's got really nice, small firm tits, it looks like. Can't wait until she gets them out. Shame you can't see, but... at least you'll get to see a bit of my teen pussy, right?"
She smiled at him and flicked her skirt up. "Pretty little panties, huh?"
"Very nice," he said, a little thickly.
"I think Lisa has the same ones."
"Does she? I... wouldn't know."
"You don't look through her things when she's not there? Sniff her little panties when they're in the laundry basket?"
"No," he said. "I know you don't believe me, but I don't need to do that."
"Yeah, I almost believe you... almost. Anyway, shall I slip them off now? They're starting to kiss, and she's sliding her hand down towards his trousers. I'd better... get myself ready."
With an easy, practised movement, she slid her panties down to her ankles and plucked them off. She looked at them thoughtfully for a second, then suddenly threw them at him. They hit him in the face and fell onto his lap.
"You can keep those," she said. "A little souvenir."
He picked them up and stared at them. Then he brought them up to his face.
"Yeah," she said. "That's right. Sniff them. Smell me. You wishing they were Lisa's?"
"No... I'm not."
"Yeah. Like hell you're not. Anyway, no talking now. Just watch me."
It was good having him there. She spread her legs wide, feeling herself get wetter and more slippery. She'd shaved herself just the day before, in anticipation of this, and she was silky smooth. Her fingers skated deliciously over her pussy, probing and teasing. She felt his eyes glued to her.
On screen, the mother had just returned home and was surveying the scene in mock horror. The counsellor was explaining it was nothing to worry about, and stroking her and then giving her a reassuring hug. The siblings, briefly horrified at the interruption, now resumed their energetic fucking. The mother sat on the sofa and looked at her children fucking each other with increasing absorption while the counsellor started playing with her breasts.
Opposite her, Mr G shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Getting hard over there?"
He didn't answer.
"God, I'm so wet tonight. I'm not sure I've ever been this wet. I bet you are hard. I bet you're wishing you could just come over and fuck me, aren't you?"
Still no answer. This was annoying. Just his eyes, watchful.
"Hey! I'm talking to you! Tell me -- are you hard?"
"Yes," he said. "I'm hard. Is that what you want to know?"
"Mmhmm. Hard because of me, right?"
"Yes. Hard because of you."
"Tell me what you'd like to do to me."
He looked at her intently. Perhaps the slightest glimmer of hope in his eyes. She was going to enjoy extinguishing that.
"Come on! Tell me!"
"I'd like to lick your little cunt," he said. "I'd like to put my tongue in your pussy and bury my face in you and feel you coming on my face."
"Mmm, yeah! And to think you used to help me with my science homework. And then what would you do?"
On screen, the mother's top was off now, and the counsellor was sucking on one of her breasts. The siblings had changed position, into doggy style, and the girl was having another orgasm. Her third, Erika thought, though it was easy to lose track.
"I'd like to fuck you. I'd like to slip my cock into that evil little whore cunt of yours and fuck you until you scream."
"Show me who's boss, eh? Remind me whose house this really is? Make me your bitch?"
"That's right... Fuck you and make you my bitch." His breathing was ragged now.
"And where would you come? In my little snatch? Want to knock up this little piece of bad pussy?"
"I'd come on your face," he said. "Cover your face with my come. So I can see what you look like covered in it."
"That gets you off, huh? Seeing girls covered in come? Bad girls like me?"
She was close now. She should have done this before. Having him there, hard but powerless, being able to talk dirty to her on demand... this was so much better than those tedious, badly spelt encounters in chat rooms.
"I think I'm going to come... you want to see me come?"
"Yes. Come for me, Erika. Rub that little pussy and pretend they're my fingers. Pretend my cock is in your mouth. Choking you with come."
She came then, a huge intense wave that crashed down on her, almost making her scream with its depth and power.
"Oh fuck.... Oh holy fuck... Jesus fucking Christ... "
For about a minute she could barely move. Her fingers were glued to her pussy still, but the slightest movement of them set off another wave that was too much for her heightened sensitivity. His eyes were locked on her crotch.
"Oh... Mr G... you are good at that dirty talk! Who knew? You say things like that when you're fucking your wife?""None of your fucking business." His voice was low and filled with loathing.
"You're going to end up telling me. I'm going to know everything, eventually. But sure, keep it for now."
She gingerly removed her fingers, and licked them daintily.
"Mmm. God, that was amazing. I'm not even sure I can come again tonight, after a monster like that. Maybe I'll have that beer now, if you don't mind? I hope it's cold."
He got up, and she smirked to see the discernible bulge at the front of his trousers.
"Just think how nice it'll be to take care of that later on. You can lie right here, and pretend I was kneeling in front of you, sucking you off while you watch that very same movie. You're going to enjoy that later, aren't you?"
"Yes. I'll do that... after you've gone."
"Run along to the kitchen now. I'm so thirsty!"
When he was gone she sighed with satisfaction. On screen, the girl was going for her fourth orgasm. Or was it her fifth? She was lucky if so. Erika was pretty sure she was done for the night.
But, as it turned out, she was wrong. Before the evening was over she came twice more, both times with Mr G sitting opposite her, her panties tightly clenched in his hands as he watched her.
**
"Take it out," she gasped. "I want to see it."
"What?"
"You heard me! Take out your fucking cock!"
This was a week later. Erika was struggling to make herself come and it was starting to really drive her crazy.
"No! Don't get up! Just stay there -- play with yourself. Stroke your cock for me!"
He unzipped his fly and fished his cock out, not without some difficulty. She watched his hand slide up and down. Not a porn size cock, but not bad at all, she thought.
"You wishing you could fuck me with that?"
"Yes."
"Tell me... after I've gone... can you still smell me in here? Smell my pussy? When you come in here tomorrow, will you still be able to smell me?"
"Yes," he said. "I can smell you in here all the time now."
"Mmm.... This is my place now. Does Lisa ever come in here?"
"Sometimes. Not very often."
"You wish it was her lying here, instead of me?"
"No."
"Fucking liar. Look at how hard you're stroking yourself now."
No answer.
"Don't close your fucking eyes! Look at me!"
"Sorry, Erika."
"Don't you fucking come before I do... Even if you are thinking about your fucking daughter. You ever think about the two of us together, kneeling in front of you, waiting for your come?"
"No... I've never thought about that..."
"Fuck I'm close now... I can come, if you just tell me the truth. And then you can come too. Tell me the truth!"
"What do you want... what do you want me to say?"
"You... fucking... know!"
"I think about... coming in your mouths..."
"Say... Her... Name!"
"I want to... I want to come in Lisa's mouth!"
"Oh yeah... oh fucking yeah... I fucking knew it... oh fuck I'm coming now..."
He came too, spurting messily over his trousers and shirt. He came a lot, she noticed. An impressive amount. That could have been all over her face, she thought faintly. Kind of a... waste.
When she'd recovered herself she looked across at him with contempt.
"Get out. Go clean yourself up. You're fucking disgusting."
He went.
She closed her eyes, relishing the afterglow. Yes, best to keep him in his place. Speaking of which...
Then she slipped her hand down to the floor, where she'd positioned her phone behind some books. She tapped, listened for a few seconds, smiled. The quality wasn't great but it was definitely his voice.
Just in case.
**
"Can you believe we've been doing this for six weeks already? Time really does fly when you're having fun, doesn't it?"
"Come on in," he said, and led the way to the study. He already his chair in position, she noticed with satisfaction. And... what was that on the sofa?
"Is that a present? For me?"
"I thought... you might find it difficult to get one yourself. You can keep it here. I can lock it in the drawer of my desk."
She knew what it was even before she unwrapped it. She tore the paper off eagerly and pulled out the box.
"Oh," she whispered. "It's so fucking big! Do girls get really something that big inside them?"
"I believe they can. If they take it slow."
"No kidding they'd take it slow. This would split me in two. But... wow! And hey, you can vary the speed and everything."
She looked at him, smiling.
"Thanks Mr G. That's really... thoughtful of you."
"You're welcome," he said.
"I hope you're not expecting any kind of reward though? I'm not going to suddenly fall on my knees and blow you, you know. This isn't one of those movies!"
"No," he said. "But I'd like to see you... use it."
She considered this. "Well, yeah, I suppose that'd be fine."
She took a breath, and waved the vibrator cheerily in his direction.
"Whaddya say we go get started?"
It wasn't easy at first, but by the end of the night she'd found she could get nearly half its length in without too much difficulty. He watched her intently, occasionally urging her to relax and take it slow.
By the end of her next visit she could just about take it all in, though she only kept it there for a second. It was just a bit too uncomfortable, though it felt fucking amazing as it slid up her. It was remarkable, she thought, on how her orgasms kept getting better and better. Just when she'd thought she'd had her biggest one ever, she'd find go on to find one that was even longer or more intense.
She wondered would it be like if she let him use it on her. Really fuck her hard with it, no mercy. No, that would be giving him too much control.
Still, it was worth thinking about.
**
"Where the fuck is it?"
This was two weeks later.
"It's in the drawer."
"Well, get it the fuck out and let's get this show on the road!"
"You want your big, plastic cock?"
She glared at him. "Don't fucking play with me. Just get it. Now!"
"It's time you had a real cock," he said.
Something about the calm way he said it gave her a little frisson of fear.
"In your fucking dreams!"
"You like cock, Erika. We've established that. You like sex. I'm here, and god knows I'm hard. Why not let me fuck you?" So calm. Like he was trying to sell her life insurance or something.
"No way. You don't get to touch me. You don't get to make the rules."
"Is that so?"
"Hell, yeah."
"Or what?"
"You know exactly what. Your little Lisa finds out all about her Daddy, and what he really likes. You want me to play her the recording I have of you, talking about coming in her mouth? You think you'll ever see her again? You think you'll ever see your wife again, once Lisa goes and tells her all about it?"
She looked at him defiantly. Yeah, remind him who the fucking boss is. But he seemed relaxed, almost amused.
"I don't think Lisa would tell her."
"Yeah? Shall we ask her?" She rummaged in her bag for her phone and brandished it at him. "One... fucking... call."
He didn't say anything. She was amazed. Did he really think she was bluffing? Was he that stupid?
"I'm pressing dial, on the count of three, unless I see you go over and unlock that fucking drawer."
Nothing from him. Just those eyes, watching.
"One."
"Two. I don't fucking mess around!"
"Three. Right... You are so... fucked!"
She pressed the speed dial next to Lisa's details. A brief pause, then a connection noise.
Somewhere in the house above them she heard a ringtone.
"Hi Erika!"
"Lisa... where... are you here?"
"Can I speak to Dad for a second?"
Silently, she passed the phone to him. Her hand was trembling.
"Hi sweetie. Yes, come on down. I think she's ready." He listened, smiled at something. "Yes, just like you said. You're a very clever girl. See you in a moment."
He hung up and passed the phone back to her. She couldn't move to take it from him. So he just put it down on the table nearby.
There was the sound of somebody pounding down the stairs. For a gymnast, Lisa was surprisingly noisy.
The door burst open and Lisa came flying in, slamming the door shut behind her. She rushed over to her father and hugged him for a long moment. Then, his arm around her, they turned to look at Erika. Erika noticed how Lisa reached down and affectionately brushed the front of her father's trousers, and then gave him a teasing little squeeze.
"You knew," she whispered. "All this time... you knew?"
"Of course I did, silly. I haven't been going to gym for months now. Tuesday night... was my special time with Daddy. Boy, have I missed them!"
"You told me... about his password."
"You said it yourself, you're very nosy."
"But... why?"
"Because... we want you to join us, of course. I said to Daddy I wanted to try a girl, and he said he'd always thought you were the most sexy and fuckable of my friends, but it wasn't as if we could just come straight out and ask you, is it? We needed to... get you interested."
"I'm going," she said. "You're sick. I never want to see you again."
They watched her as she threw her things in her bag. Lisa took her arm. She tried to shake it off but her grip was surprisingly firm.
"Just one minute, Erika. Just give us that. Then you can go."
"I'm not... fucking him! Or you!"
"I promise you, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. That's right, isn't it, Daddy?"
"Absolutely. Word of honour."
Word of honour, she thought bitterly. As if she could ever believe anything they said.
"But... there are lots of things you could do that you might like."
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Well... wouldn't you like to watch us... fuck? So much better than movies, Erika. This would be the real thing. A daddy and his little girl... really going for it and loving it. You could tell us what you want us to do to each other. And... maybe, eventually, you'd change your mind, and decide to join in."
Lisa squeezed her arm. "Or not -- it's completely up to you. But we'd love to have you here with us."
She tried to pull her arm away again, and this time Lisa let her go.
Erika walked to the door and pulled it open. She turned to give them a final withering look. Lisa was stroking her father again, she noticed, her fingers lovingly running over his crotch. His hand was on Lisa's breast, circling and teasing. They were both looking at her, quiet and a little... Sad? Expectant? Hopeful?
Watch us fuck, Lisa had said. A daddy and his little girl.
She could do that, couldn't she? I mean... how many people had the chance to do that?
Tell us what you want us to do.
All those times the actors in those movies had done the wrong thing, when she'd been screaming for them to do the opposite. It would be kind of interesting to be able to... direct.
She hated the idea of being outsmarted though. That was what really stung.
But, maybe, if she stayed, she could find a way to get back in charge again.
Maybe.
She turned, and slowly pushed the door shut again.
"Oh Erika," said Lisa. "Thank you. You won't regret it, I promise."
She never did.
EPILOGUE -- 1 month later
Lisa smiled and waved as Erika came in. Well, she smiled as well as she could with her father's cock in her mouth.
"Hey Erica."
"Hey there, Mr G.... God -- couldn't you have waited?"
Lisa disengaged removed her mouth so she could answer. "Sorry! I was just so horny this evening. I'm just getting him hard for us!"
"Yeah, like that's ever a problem."
Erika sat down beside them on the sofa and watched as her friend busily pleasured her father. He looked round at her expectantly.
"I want you and Lisa to fuck in your bed tonight. I want you to fuck Lisa right where her mommy sleeps."
From her position on the floor Lisa made big eyes and nodded approvingly.
"We can do that. So... what's the scene?" asked Mr G.
She considered. "I'm here for a sleepover. We've got a little tipsy. I've been telling Lisa all about how I accidentally saw my father's cock in the shower when he was jerking off and how big it was. Lisa's such a Daddy's girl that she says she's sure yours is bigger. We sneak in and you're asleep.... aaaand... we have to get you hard to be able to compare."
He nodded. "Sounds great. Really nice. And presumably at some point I wake up?"
She nodded. Then, a little shyly, she added: "And... Lisa's quite embarrassed when she sees you waking up so she ducks down behind the bed."
"Right... so I just see you? And I think you're just there on your own?"
"Yeah." She could feel herself blushing, which surprised her.
Lisa's eyes were even rounder now, and she made like squeaking noises of excitement in her throat.
"So... I thought you and me could start... fooling around -- though you do the usual lame sort of What The Fuck We Can't Do This shit -- but you're so turned on I can easily change your mind... and then Lisa's getting really hot and horny from where she's watching and playing with herself, and then she like... sort of joins in without you noticing to start with... but by the time you do it's too late."
"Erika, that sounds... wonderful," he said. "Really nice. Shall we get going? We'll have to leave some time at the end to change all the sheets."
"Yeah. Let's do it."
He patted Lisa on the head and she reluctantly stood up, wiping saliva from her mouth as she did so. Her dad kissed her fondly, smiled at Erika, and then went to the door.
"See you in a few minutes then." He went out.
Lisa gave Erika a hug. "Thanks Erika! This sounds so fun! And I'm so glad you're finally going to fuck Daddy! I thought after you let him lick you out last week you might... honestly, he's so good!"
"Yeah," said Erika. "Well, I thought for the scene to work it kinda needed me to be involved."
"Oh yeah! It's going to be sooo hot. So... we should probably go and put on some bed things, right? Maybe just some little t-shirts and panties? Because it's been a really warm night?"
"Yes," said Erika. "That sounds good. We should go do that."
And, thought Erika, you're going to be surprised as hell when I pull the last story twist. When I've got your Dad's cock right up me and he's fucking me hard and you're sitting on his face and I tell you both. Yeah, let's see how you like that when it happens.
She tingled at the thought. Then she smiled at her friend and followed her out of the room, pulling the door shut behind them