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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A FatherÕs Love
Chapter Two
ÒIÕve never been here before,Ó Mark assured his daughter, as they
pulled into the driveway. It was about an hour later. Neither of them had
changed. Sylvie had simply straightened her top, with MarkÕs help. He had
put on a jacket and tie, for the place had a dress code for men. Then he
had put her in the car, and they had said very little as they drove across
the desert to the place Mark had read about.
The house was made of red adobe walls, though Mark felt sure the
supporting beams must be made of something heavier, for the house was
two stories in height. Mark parked the car and, having already called
ahead on his cell phone, he escorted his daughter up to the door and
knocked. A woman answered. She was dressed in a long white dress and
had lovely red hair, that swept back as a light breeze caught it.
ÒAh, come in,Ó she smiled. She brought Mark and his daughter into
the house. She had them sit down in the living room. It was decorated in a
Southwest style, Indian antiques arranged around the room. Mark found
himself sitting on a brocade couch, his daughter close beside him. The girl
was still dressed in her too-short plaid skirt. The redheadÕs eyes fell
upon the girlÕs white thighs, which showed all the way up to her crotch,
and she smiled. ÒThis is your first time?Ó the woman asked Mark.
ÒYes,Ó Mark answered. She did not repeat the question to the girl.
Her age made the answer obvious.
ÒIÕm Rachel,Ó the woman said. She sat down next to Mark,
uncomfortably close, he thought, though she was very beautiful. She put a
hand on his leg. Mark saw that she had long red manicured nails. She felt
his trousers, and the heft of his leg underneath. ÒYou are father and
daughter?Ó Rachel asked.
ÒY- Yes,Ó Mark said, reluctant now to admit what heÕd admitted on
the phone, when distance from the house had made it easier.
ÒItÕs alright,Ó Rachel smiled. ÒIt happens sometimes.Ó Sylvie
blushed. ÒWhen is the last time you had sex?Ó Rachel asked Mark.
ÒI--Ó Mark glanced at his daughter. ÒMy sex life is fine,Ó Mark said.
RachelÕs smile broadened.
ÒI know it is, Mark,Ó Rachel said. ÒThatÕs not my question.Ó She
paused. She ran her hand up MarkÕs leg. She stopped at the place where
she could feel him-- she looked down now, quite pointedly, and saw he
was risen. ÒWe have certain requirements here,Ó Rachel said to Mark. ÒIf
you are to spend the day here you will be expected to make a contribution.Ó
ÒI understand your rates are two hundred dollars per hour?Ó Mark
said. ÒItÕs not a problem. Not for my daughter.Ó
ÒThatÕs not what I mean,Ó Rachel said. She stroked his bulge in his
pants, listening as Sylvie let out a small gasp. ÒOf course there is the
overhead that must be attended to. But there is an additional contribution
that must be made.Ó
ÒWhat do you mean?Ó Mark asked, but feeling the womanÕs hand right
where it counted, he knew it was a silly question.
ÒIÕm talking about whatÕs between your legs, Mark,Ó the luscious
redhead smiled at SylvieÕs father. ÒObviously you and your daughter have
things to attend to, but you will be expected to thrust what you have up
between my legs as well. I mention it now not to be gauche,Ó she smiled,
ÒBut because sometimes men show up who are ill prepared for all the
demands that will be made on them. So you should weigh--Ó she paused,
stroking him now, loving what she felt there, ÒAll the burdens that will be
placed upon you before agreeing to stay. As well as weighing those that
will be placed on your daughter, of course,Ó Rachel said.
A man appeared. He was dressed in a long black robe and Mark jerked
his head up as the man found him sitting on the couch with RachelÕs hand
on his crotch.
ÒI see youÕve met my wife,Ó the man said to Mark.
ÒYes,Ó Mark answered. Suavely and with no sign of protest, the man
sat down on the couch. But he did not sit down next to his wife, who was
next to Mark. Instead he sat down next to Sylvie. The girl flinched. The
man took one of her hands in his own, her hand looking very small in his.
ÒMy name is Rob,Ó the man said.
ÒRob and Rachel,Ó Mark said with some embarrassment, as his
daughter blushed at the sight of the manÕs eyes gazing down into her
halter top.
ÒShe has a lovely skirt, donÕt you think?Ó Rachel asked her husband.
But if she was trying to draw the manÕs eyes off SylvieÕs tits, which
bulged out from the upper half of her top, it did little to ease the overall
embarrassment, for looking down the man could see right up to the place
where SylvieÕs legs joined. Or almost so, for just a quarter inch of her
skirt remained to keep his eyes from looking directly down at her snatch.
ÒQuite lovely,Ó Rob answered. ÒAnd a nice belly too,Ó he said, for
between SylvieÕs top and her skirt her belly lay flat and smooth, tanned by
the sun, a jewel in her navel. ÒAre you pierced?Ó Rob asked the girl. He
reached down and touched her jewel.
ÒIt- ItÕs just glue,Ó Sylvie said, and blushed more fiercely than
before. She hated admitting that she was too scared to actually pierce
herself.
ÒAh,Ó Rob said, and felt the jewel give way slightly as he pulled on
it.
ÒWould you like to be pierced?Ó Rob asked the girl.
ÒSome day,Ó Sylvie answered.
ÒIs your daughter a virgin?Ó Rachel asked Mark with sudden
bluntness. Mark felt his jaw dropped. He had no idea; he looked at his
daughter. Sylvie blushed.
ÒItÕs alright,Ó Mark said to his daughter after a moment.
ÒIt was only once, dad,Ó Sylvie said.
ÒI realize you are father and daughter but,Ó Rob said to Mark.
ÒY-Yes?Ó Mark asked. He felt a sudden strange delight at what he
knew Rob must surely be about to ask.
ÒWe value sharing here,Ó Rachel suddenly broke in.
ÒOh,Ó Mark said.
ÒWill that be a problem?Ó Rob asked.
ÒYouÕll have to ask my daughter,Ó Mark said. Sylvie felt her blush
return. Rob was handsome and swarthy, her fatherÕs age. Just the sort of
guy she liked. He looked like he belonged on MTV.
ÒI think itÕs alright with her,Ó Mark said.
ÒThen everythingÕs settled,Ó Rachel said with sudden brightness, as
if theyÕd just had tea and biscuits or something, discussing a business
deal. She stood up, her large breasts juddering under her gown as she did
so.
ÒI should offer you something to drink,Ó Rob said, also standing now.
There was a stiff protuberance in the middle of his robe. Mark tried not to
look at it, but his daughter was less modest. Rachel glided out of the
room. She returned a moment later with a tray piled with canapes.
ÒWe should get to know each other a little,Ó Rachel smiled.
Effortlessly she passed the tray before Mark and his daughter, letting
them take something to eat. Mark blushed when he saw what shapes the
canapes were in. Half were crackers shaped like penises. The other half
were in the shapes of vaginas. His daughter giggled when she saw them.
She took a penis-shaped cracker. She looked at her father and ran her
tongue across the cheese that decorated it. Mark took a vagina-shaped
cracker. With his daughterÕs eyes fixed on him, he popped it into his
mouth. She smiled at him. She bit her own cracker and chewed. Rob
offered glasses of wine to Mark and Sylvie. The girl sniffed hers.
ÒIÕd rather have a Coke,Ó she told Rob.
ÒOf course,Ó Rob said.
ÒIÕll take her wine,Ó Rachel said. Rob gave his wife the glass and
went to the wet bar at the back of the room and got the girl a Coke. He
poured himself a glass of wine while he was there and returned and sat
down beside her. Sylvie took the Coke, as she sipped it Rob reached down
and lifted her skirt.
ÒMffff!Ó Sylvie said, nearly spluttering out her Coke as she felt her
panties put on display. They were red. Rob said he liked the color.
A conversation ensued, as banal as it was fraught with erotic
tension, SylvieÕs panties showing, Mark bulging up in his trousers. Rob
offered something of a spectacle of his own, his robe pointing oddly
upward where his legs joined, as if someone had thrust a lance into him
there, leaving a long handle sticking out of him. At last Rachel burst the
balloon of excitement by pulling open her robe. Her breasts spilled out, in
all their snowy grandeur, her nipples stiffly uprisen and obviously ready
for action. She reached forward to MarkÕs crotch. She unzipped him, using
both hands now, her forward reaching arms pressing against the sides of
her tits and making them bulge before his eyes. Mark felt the pressure
ease against his groin. His underpants popped out, thrust by the force of
his cock underneath.
ÒOh!Ó Rachel smiled, and her small cry was echoed by Sylvie, seeing
her fatherÕs cock for the first time, with only his underpants now
shielding her eyes from it. At the same time Rob placed his hands on
SylvieÕs hips.
ÒLift your bottom,Ó he told the girl. Sylvie obeyed. Rob pulled her
red panties down her legs, out from under her skirt. Rachel pried into the
flap in MarkÕs underwear and yanked up his penis.
ÒOh my!Ó Sylvie gasped, as her fatherÕs cock sprang into view. It
was long and throbbingly hard. She gazed at the veined thickness of it,
wondering what it would feel like between her legs as she felt her ass
settle nakedly back down on the couch.
ÒSpread your legs,Ó Rob said to Sylvie. The girl swallowed hard and
looked for the first time at the man who was undressing her. The first
time, that is, since her eyes had been drawn by RachelÕs hands to her
fatherÕs cock! Slowly she opened her thighs. Rob put his hands on them
and yanked them wider apart. Then he reached back behind her and found
the zipper of her skirt. He fumbled a moment; she reached back and
unzipped herself for him. He removed her dress. He looked with pleasure
at the softness of her dell, lightly furred with blonde hair. She smiled up
at him. Then she looked quickly back at her father. He was mesmerized by
RachelÕs hands, stroking his long manhood.
ÒMy, youÕre a big one,Ó Rachel grinned at SylvieÕs father. She lifted a
hand to her mouth. She spit into it. She brought the spittle down to his
cock and wet him with it, rubbing it up and down his shaft. Fluid oozed
from the tip of MarkÕs penis. Sylvie gasped; at first she thought her father
was going to the bathroom, or losing himself, but then she realized it was
male lubrication. Rachel passed her thumb eagerly over it, rubbing MarkÕs
pee hole. She added it to the wetness of his saliva, making him gleam.
ÒAre you ready to fuck your daughter?Ó Rachel asked Mark. The man
couldnÕt help himself. He looked at the 13-year-old beside him, RobÕs
fingers now touching her between her legs, making her gasp as she herself
began to wetten, and said,
ÒYes!Ó Rachel nodded.
ÒYou will find that we do everything here with exquisite slowness,Ó
she said to Mark. ÒIt will be at least six hours before you can have your
daughter. In the meantime you will be expected to remain hard, like this,
offering yourself endlessly to her.Ó
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