Note The age of the daughter has had to be changed by two years to make her compliant with the regulations.
8 weeks ago. That was when my teenage daughter Kat had dropped her bombshell. She had landed an internship at my advertising agency.
"I'm going to come to work with you daddy - isn't that great?"
It was my worst nightmare. My daughter working in the same building every day for 3 months alongside Zoe, my mistress!
Who, it turns out, had engineered the whole thing. There was, of course, nothing I could do about it.
What was I going to say? "Sorry darling, you can't come to work at my agency because barely a day goes past when I don't have to fuck my boss?"
Okay, 'have to' was a bit strong by now. I was hooked on the lies, the thrill, the wrongness of it. Zoe got off on dreaming up filthier, more twisted ways to fuck and she had a pretty amazing imagination.
She also had an amazing body; huge, fantastically pert breasts, great legs, and long dark hair like a pony's mane. She was constantly buying new underwear to fuck in. The sluttier the better, frankly. She loved me to fuck her in her panties and I had lost count of the times we had gone to 'visit a client' then disappeared to a suite in a nearby hotel for hours.
She loved it when I would ring into work and she could ride my cock, while I pretended to be in a car on my way back from a non-existent meeting and she pushed her tits in my mouth as I tried to talk.
It didn't take long for her to get her claws into Kat. Zoe had known her since she was a little girl and the two were soon inseparable at work.
"Kitty-Kat is looking HOT these days" she moaned one lunchtime in our usual hotel, on all fours as I thrusted into her hard from behind. I instinctively tightened the belt I had round Zoe's throat. At Zoe's request I had started to fuck her regularly with this 'collar' and Zoe loved it, screaming at me to tighten it round her throat as I came inside her.
By now I knew better than to pretend my opinion was worth anything. I stayed silent, my hands on her hips and the belt, loving the feel of her tight, velvet-soft pussy wrapped around my cock. I looked down, her panties tight across her spread thighs, my cock pistoning into her.
"How old is she now Sam?" she asked. I couldn't see her face but I knew she was smiling. I tightened the belt again. "18" I muttered. "Just."
She looked older, I knew. Kat's body was insane. Somewhere between 17 and 18 she had woken up one morning with the body of a teenage porn star. And recently the self-assurance of one too.
It had got to the point where I had to close my eyes and think about wallpapering the spare room - or cricket - or politics - if she wandered about our house in her underwear.
She had amazing, gravity-defying tits, long, coltish legs a jutting, pert arse. Barely covered by the increasingly teeny-tiny bra and panties she wore. Not unlike the 36 year-old woman I currently had my cock inside. But younger. Much younger. Firmer. And smoother.
"No wonder she's proving so popular with Joe." moaned Zoe. "She's going to love working for him. Joe's delighted with me for finding her."
I stopped fucking her.
Joe Fucker was the owner of our agency, a 54 year-old millionaire with 2 ex-wives, a coke habit and a terrible reputation in all the best lapdancing clubs in London.
We also had history. I had fucked up on the agency's key account 18 months earlier and in the fallout that followed, which had seen me shunted several rungs down the ladder, Joe told me to my face that he "would never be able to forgive me" for losing the €3M contract.
"What THE FUCK do you think you're doing?" said Zoe, looking round at me. "Put your cock back in me NOW."
"You can't...he...can't," I said, barely able to speak at what Zoe was implying was in store for my daughter.
"What did you say?" she glared at me, white with rage. Up on her knees now she pushed me onto my back onto the bed. She straddled my cock, which was still thick with lust and slick from her pussy. It slid back deep inside her as she pushed me back on the bed. God she felt good.
She reached for her phone watching me, furious, and began dialing, while her hips fucked my cock.
"Hey Kitty-Kat!" she smiled as she spoke warmly to my daughter, all the anger vanishing. "Let me take you out shopping after work tonight. Maybe even a cheeky cocktail?"
Signing off from my ecstatic daughter, she smiled at me as she leant in to whisper "If you ever tell me what I can't do to you or your family ever again, that will be your last day as a free man.
"Do you understand?" she whispered. I nodded.
"Because I will show your daughter the video on my phone of you fucking me in the arse in your house, screaming my name as you came. I will show her you fucking my oiled-up tits while you spoke to her later that night on the phone. She will never speak to you again. Then I will leak the story of you embezzling the company money and the rest of your life as you know it will cease to exist."
"So I'm taking your daughter out tonight." She stared at me, defiant, taunting. "I know what kind of underwear Joe likes them to wear the first few times."
She smiled as she saw the look of horror on my face...... .......!