Family Friendly Ch. 06

Note: This story crosses over with my other series, The Girl For Me and takes place after that series concludes.

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"Eat my ass, you fucking bitch," Naomi almost screamed as she rode Joel's cock. Her outburst was directed at Nessa, who was curled up on her knees between his legs. Her tongue had been focused on teasing his balls as his wife bounced up and down on him, quickly approaching orgasm, but as commanded, she shifted her attention to Naomi's back door.

Joel enjoyed a good ball-licking as much as the next guy, he thought to himself, but he enjoyed the sloppy licking sounds and his wife's moaning even more, as the neighbor girl's tongue made it's way up that tight asshole. "Oh, yeah, right fucking there," moaned Naomi. "Lick my ass while I fucking cum!"

She shuddered on top of him, her hips suddenly moving rapidly, but he knew from experience that Nessa was certain to keep her tongue where it was most helpful. The last few weeks of having her play the part of their slave had cemented his opinion of his daughter's best friend as some kind of sex wunderkind. No wonder his daughter had been so possessive of this sexy little bitch, he thought.

Where was Mei Lin, anyway? They had never really kept her on that tight a leash, but as he thought about it, maybe he had let hers loosen a bit more than usual as he was busy tightening her friend's.

"Taste my fucking cunt off this cock," his thoughts were interrupted by his wife's rolling off of him. She was particularly enthusiastic today, he decided as she grabbed his stiff rod with one hand and shoved Nessa's head down onto it with the other. "Oh, yeah, suck that fucking cock," she encouraged as Nessa audibly gagged on him. He put his hands back under his head and enjoyed the sensation.

Naomi turned to look at him. "Get it good and lubed up," she addressed Nessa while watching him. "I want it up my ass next." He never got tired of hearing that.

Naomi pushed Nessa away roughly and squatted over him, facing away and giving him a view of that luscious ass he loved so much. He watched happily as she lowered herself to him, guiding his thick cock to her waiting asshole with one practiced hand. Nessa pulled herself upright and watched just as happily as her mistress impaled herself, slowly working his shaft up into her butt.

"Oh, yeah," Naomi moaned, "right there. I love your fat cock up my tight ass. That's what you like, right, baby? You like the way I take your cock up my ass?"

"Oh, yeah," he smiled. She really was into this having a personal slave thing. It was exceptionally hot, he had to admit, watching this young girl's mouth water while his wife used him as a masturbation aid. She was already working his shaft in and out of her back entrance rhythmically when she grabbed Nessa by the hair and pulled towards herself roughly.

"Eat my pussy, bitch," she intoned. "Lick your mistress's clit while she gets fucked up the ass." Nessa would clearly have happily done so without the command, but the way she furiously rubbed her own clit as she did so told Joel that she enjoyed being told what to do.

Her pace increased and the familiar tightening of her already snug butthole told him that she was reaching another orgasm. What was this, three or four this morning? She screamed out something incomprehensible as her body reacted to Nessa's ministrations. She must have judged that he was reaching his limit, too, as she started begging, "do it, give me that hot cum up my little asshole."

Nah, he decided. He gave her a gentle shove to the side, pushing her off him and onto the sheets. Before she could even react to the surprise, Nessa had his cock head in her mouth and her little hands working the shaft furiously. He felt a hot stream of cum rocket its way up from his balls, up the shaft and finally out of his body, thick spurts, one after another, which Nessa eagerly sucked down. Some of it trickled out of the corners of her mouth, but she did an admirable job of catching what had turned out to be a pretty sizable first load of the day.

When his dick finally stopped jumping in her mouth, she pulled back and let it fall out, then licked her lips clean as they curled into a devious smile.

"You stole my breakfast, you little slut," said Naomi half-seriously. "I was counting on that to get me through the weekend."

"Sorry, mistress," winked Nessa. "Master seemed to have other plans for it."

"Don't worry," he said to his wife, who had now curled up beside him lovingly. "There's always more where that came from."

"Not for me," she sighed. "You know we have to get going before noon today if we want to take full advantage of that spa."

"Ah, yes," he remembered. Somehow the day's plans had not crossed his mind since he had been awoken with a double blowjob. "You and Maya's little trip. I forgot all about it."

"I didn't," groused Nessa. "I don't know why you're taking that old bitch instead of your loyal slave."

"Slaves don't get vacations," Naomi teased. "Besides, I think you have some studying to do. Mei Lin at least has been busy with midterms."

"Yeah, midterms..." Nessa rolled her eyes as she lay down on her side. "More like oral exams..."

Joel and Naomi exchanged glances.

Nessa looked back and forth between the two. "You didn't even know...wow, I guess you've just been too busy with little old me to notice your daughter's been staying out a lot more lately."

Naomi shrugged. "It's not that I hadn't noticed. Any idea who she's been staying out with? You've obviously been otherwise occupied."

"Some idea," said Nessa impishly. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and got to her feet. "But now it's time for breakfast."

As Nessa disappeared out the bedroom door and down the hall, Naomi called after her, "Breakfast for three, slave."

"Yes, mistress," came the sarcastic reply.

"Interesting," Naomi commented to her husband.

"Indeed," Joel admitted. His thoughts were a bit jumbled, but he chalked it up to not having his coffee yet.

"Too bad we don't have time to give that girl a proper interrogation..." Naomi mused.

Indeed, he thought.

***

As he headed down to breakfast, Joel passed by his daughter's bedroom door, which he found slightly ajar, so he took a peek inside, finding her clothes strewn across the floor in a trail to her bed, where she lay curled up. He sighed a small sigh to himself and approached her, partially just to check if she was still breathing after what was no doubt a night of more drinking than was advisable for such a small girl. He squatted next to her bed and found her, fortunately, to still be alive, although reeking of alcohol. He would have to remember to leave her some water by the bed, he thought, but he doubted she would be up for a while.

When he got downstairs, he found his wife making the final checks on her luggage, which seemed to him excessively large for the weekend, although he had long ago learned to leave that type of thing to her better judgement, especially when he wasn't the one who would be dragging suitcases around, and Nessa, still fully naked, working obediently at the stove. This slave thing was really working out.

As he sat down at the table, Nessa produced a plate of breakfast for him and the cup of coffee he had been hoping for. "You might want to get dressed in case your mom decides to make an early appearance," he chided her.

"Eh," Nessa shrugged in response. "Who do you think she'd be more upset with, me or you?" She looked at him directly, a slight smile starting to curl her lips. He said nothing, but returned her look, and she scurried back upstairs.

"Seems like Mei Lin had a night," he said as he began his meal.

"What?" replied Naomi, distracted by last minute packing. "Oh, yeah, well, you know college girls."

"I suppose," he replied.

"Aww, you're jealous," Naomi said, taking a break to sit at the table next to him. She put her hand on his arm. "She's going to be so excited to hear that. She'll never let it go, you know."

"Uh huh," he shrugged it off. "Well, anyway, I hope she had fun last night because I think she'll be paying for it today."

"Oh, you know she did. Like mother, like daughter," Naomi smiled.

"Yeah, I seem to recall your type of fun from our college days," he admitted. She had certainly been fun, and not just for him, he recalled. "Anyway, speaking of fun, what am I going to do to entertain myself with you gone all week and Mei Mei out of commission."

"And no Maya, either," teased Naomi. "Poor baby, your harem's down to just one little slave." Her smile grew bigger.

"Nuh-uh," came Nessa's voice from the stairs as she descended. "With my bitch mom out of town I'm going to party so fucking hard..."

"Ah-ha," replied Joel. "Looks like I really will have to find something to distract me. Sure you don't have time for another round?"

Nessa just smiled, "Nah, but you're looking for something to do, you can drive me to a frat party tonight." Her innocent devil look did not work on Joel, but he didn't exactly have much better to do that night, he supposed.

"Sure, why not," he conceded.

"Great, I'll be over tonight," she said. "Have fun jerking it today." She moved to the front door.

"And you?" he turned to his wife.

"Tsk, tsk," she mocked him. "Shouldn't have wasted that cum on her." She smiled and returned to packing, leaving him to finish his breakfast and mentally plan out what to do with the day.

***

Joel ended up working for a few hours, but, finding it hard to concentrate for some reason, ended up working out in the makeshift gym he'd set up in the basement. When he came back upstairs, sweaty and feeling better, he found his daughter lounging on the living room couch. She was wearing a big t-shirt that covered her otherwise naked body. The tv was playing something, but her eyes were closed and she seemed not to notice his presence at all.

"Good to see you up," he said. "You are up, right?"

She turned her face to him and opened her eyes just a crack. "Daddy..."

"Good night last night?" he said, coming around the couch. He gently lifted her legs and sat on the end of the couch, letting her delicate feet back down on his lap.

"Mmm hmm," she moaned.

"Good," he said, taking her feet in his hand and rubbing them. "Drink lots of water."

"Yes, daddy," she said, then stuck out her tongue without opening her eyes at all.

"So, partying with friends?" Joel was attempting to pry without making it obvious, always dangerous ground with women who knew him far too well, he found, but he couldn't help being curious. He slowly worked his hands up the smooth skin of her thin legs.

"Uh-huh," she said in a tone that carried a "don't ask" with it and turned her body to face the back of the couch, looking as if she was trying to escape the harsh light of day. He continued to work his hands up over her thighs.

"Anyone I know?" he asked, immediately regretting the question. Why would he know any college friends of hers? In fact he'd never heard of any outside Nessa.

"I doubt it," Mei Lin replied. Joel thought he detected a bit of irritation in her voice, a rare thing from his sweet little girl. He massaged her thighs for a few seconds, considering whether to push further.

"I'm surprised you didn't take your girlfriend with you..." he said.

"My girlfriend?" Mei Lin flipped back over, sadly denying Joel the opportunity to grab that little butt he loved so much. "I think you mean your slave." She crossed her arms in front of her and again stuck out her tongue. Maybe there was a little irritation under the surface after all, he thought.

"Sorry if we've been taking up her time lately," he said, unsure of how to proceed. "She seems to think you were with your boyfriend..."

He thought he detected some reaction on her face, but whatever it was, she suppressed it quickly enough to leave him wondering at her otherwise peaceful countenance. She said nothing for a few seconds, then said, "What are you making for dinner tonight?"

"Uh...I don't know," he said, surprised at the out of left field question. "Is there something you want in particular?"

"Nah," she said, turning back to the couch again. "But can you make enough for three?"

"Sure..." he said.

"Thanks, daddy," she replied. "I told my boyfriend that we'd get dinner when he comes over tonight, but yours is always better than ordering anything."

"So I get to meet this boyfriend, then," he said. Part of him was actually interested, but somehow hearing it from her had made it more real and any thoughts of who this mysterious boyfriend of hers was were drowned out by other more concerns. For example, what had she told him about their...family activities? And would this mean the end of those activities? He supposed he had always known that this was just a temporary thing; she wasn't going to be satisfied with her daddy for life, but it all seemed so immediate now.

She interrupted his thoughts, "Yeah, I guess so, if you want to." She seemed generally uninterested, leaving this comment hanging in the air for a few seconds before adding, "I kind of figured you were only interested in meeting my girlfriends." With this, she sat up and put her arms around him.

He didn't say anything but enjoyed the feeling of her body against his, even if she still smelled of last night's drinks. "Thanks, daddy, you're the best."

"Uh-huh," he replied. "You stink, by the way."

"So do you, you big sweaty man," she said, then collapsed back onto the couch.

"Well, I'm going to go take a shower, then," he replied, getting to his feet. "Feel free to join me if you want..."

She just rolled back over, burying her face in the couch. It muffled her less-than-enthusiastic-sounding reply. Not like her to turn down such an offer, he thought as he ascended the stairs, but maybe this was the new normal. Which was really just normal, he supposed. Most fathers don't bang their daughters, after all, even adopted ones. But either way it left him feeling a bit sad.

And anywhere there were bigger things to worry about. What had she told this boy, and what would be the result of it? And even if she hadn't yet, and even if she never would, eventually she'd have a relationship where it would come out, surely. And then what? Well, they hadn't actually broken any laws, he supposed. And if it got out and he became known as a daughter fucker he supposed they could move, but what about Mei Lin?

He trusted her judgement, generally. She was a smart girl, probably smarter than himself, he surmised, but her decision making seemed more suspect when there was dick involved. He couldn't really blame her for that, though. Things would work out, he concluded.

He found himself in the shower, automatically going through the motions while his brain had considered these things. The hot water felt good on his skin and seemed to be whisking away not just the soreness of his muscles but the mental stress, as well. He almost wanted to stay in the shower the rest of the day, but he knew he'd have to get out at some point and deal with dad stuff, like making dinner for Mei Lin and her boyfriend.

He wasn't looking forward to that. He'd never really been the stereotypical dad, keeping an eye on her boyfriends, even when he wasn't fucking her himself. Awkward conversation was not his forte, and knowing Mei Lin, she probably picked up some math nerd or something, so it would be even more awkward. Not that he hadn't been a bit of a nerd himself in college; on the contrary, this is what made him think it was going to be awkward.

How had he ever landed such a hot number as Naomi? He let his mind drift back over the events leading to winning her over. Without thinking about it at all, he grabbed his cock. His wife...she was probably already eating Maya out right now...

His hand worked its way slowly up and down his hardening shaft as he imagined their bodies intertwined. In his mind, Naomi's round ass wiggled in the air as she licked her partner's clit toward orgasm. He would come up behind her and jam this cock into her...

"Daddy?" his thoughts were interrupted by his daughter's voice from beyond the shower curtain. He grabbed the curtain with his free hand and pulled it back a bit, just enough to stick his face out of the shower. "Are you almost done?" he found his daughter, still wearing only a t-shirt, standing in the bathroom.

"Sure, honey," he said. "Sorry if I've been in here a while. Zoned out, you know."

She narrowed her eyes at him playfully. "Are you jerking off in there?"

He laughed in a way that ended up sounding far more nervous and far less convincing than he had hoped. "I'll, uh, be right out," he said.

"Uh huh," she smiled. "I need to get ready," she said, putting a finger to her mouth seductively as if she were considering his previous offer. "And I think you need to start getting dinner ready..."

With that, she turned and walked back out of the room, closing the door behind her. Damn, he thought. Just damn. She was probably right, but his cock disagreed. He grabbed a bottle of body wash and squirted some into his hand, then used it as lubrication, rubbing it up and down his throbbing cock. He felt the cum building in his balls as he gripped his dick tightly with one hand, leaning against the wall with the other.

Maybe he was getting spoiled, he thought, having so many women to fuck, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd had to do this himself. Actually, it was probably right before he'd started fucking Mei Lin. She had driven him crazy, he recalled, teasing him with her soft little body, showing him just hints of her tight little pussy.

That little pussy was no doubt going to be filled by another man's dick tonight, he remembered. He wondered about that. She hadn't mentioned anything specific about this boyfriend of hers. Was he white, black, short, tall? Well-hung? Perhaps it was a little self-centered, but he had sort of automatically imagined this boy as something akin to a younger version of himself.

The idea of this boy's young, hard cock thrusting into his daughter filled his head. He pictured a nice, fat cock stretching out her pretty little pussy, gleaming with her juices as it pulled out nearly to the head, only to plunge back in, disappearing into her deepest depths. Her cute little pussy grew redder as she became more and more excited, her cunt juice dripping down to her little brown asshole and soaking into the sheets. She gripped him tightly, edging ever closer to orgasm.

"Daddy!" her voice interrupted his thoughts. He opened his eyes and turned to see his daughter, now naked before his actual eyes instead of just in his mind. She was holding the shower curtain back with one hand while the other was placed on her hip in a gesture of impatience. "You said you'd make dinner and instead you're wasting all the hot water."

"Uh..." he stammered.

"Uh-huh," she said, annoyed. She reached her hand in and shut off the hot water, leaving the spray of once pleasantly warm water to turn to ice on his neck and shoulders.

"Aaaah!" he almost fell over in surprise at the sudden jolt of cold. Once he collected himself, he found it had done a number on his erection, too, leaving his formerly throbbing cock to shrink away in defeat.

"Come oooon, daddy," she whined at him in a way that would have annoyed anyone else but she must have known endeared her to him even more.

"Alright, alright," he said as she shut off the cold water.

He stepped out of the shower and she took his place as he began toweling off. "Is there anything in particular your boyfriend likes?" he asked.

"Well, he likes me," she snarked back at him, adjusting the water temperature.

"I'm sure," he said as he finished drying himself. "Not sure I could make another one just like you, though. Not sure it would be wise, either..."