When you last heard from me, life had gotten horribly complicated by my fucking my father. Yes, I'm sure it's wrong somehow, but well, I love him. It's complicated, let's just put it that way. My summer at home before heading out to law school was awkward at first, but Mom spent tons of time with her various charities and other adventures which left time enough for us to have some truly incredible sex. We also got away with a two week "business trip" that I accompanied him on. He DID work, but I spent the entire time as his fuck toy. Which I simply adored. I left for Georgetown Law School and wasted no time establishing myself with local gentlemen of quality. I tried to stay away from men in office as they get watched a little too closely for my tastes, but wealthy lobbyists? Perfect. Lots of disposable cash, and they were usually exquisite in their tastes, which meant the finest restaurants, hotels, etc. were mine for the asking. I'd paid off my first year of law school before Christmas break. Did I mention I'm not cheap?
I'd even gotten to pop a cherry as a local college football coach set me up to uh, "break in" a promising quarterback who'd led a very sheltered life. The boy in question was as innocent as new driven snow, but not after he left. I taught that boy every trick in my arsenal, and we went well over my allotted time, but I really didn't care. The lad was hung nicely, and sweet, and had stamina that was nothing short of incredible. Other than some awkwardness when he wanted to be my boyfriend, he was a joy to play with.
Ah, Sunday night, a wonderful time had been had with an oil man who'd boasted of everything in Texas being bigger and he hadn't been far wrong. His cock was insatiable, and at eight plus, he'd given me a workout. He'd also given me a thousand dollar designer original dress because he thought I'd look good in it. Benefits. I love my job. I was caught up as far as schoolwork and was holding down a 3.85 so the family was happy. Time to call Daddy.
I should point out that he's quite fine with my "career", and often asks me to recount various adventures to him. When we're together sexually, he never forgets to call me Melissa as well. It keeps him happy, and it keeps me happy, so I'm not going to make an issue of it being an even weirder component to our twisted relationship.
"How are you doing, sweetheart?"
"Doing great daddy! 3.85 GPA, not quite the dean's list, but not far off it. The kids are great as well."
That's for the benefit of Mom, who still thinks I'm a nanny.
"I should be home for spring break in a few weeks, time to relax."
"You're not going to vacation with your school friends?"
"Nope, I'd rather spend it at home with some of my old friends. We're going to do a bit of partying, but save a few dollars."
"Well, you do know your mother's going to be out of the country for most of that. Some big deal to see to in Asia with a kid's charity. Might give us some time to spend together."
That nearly had me wetting my panties right there. Fucking my father for the first time in my clean, spacious and totally impersonal apartment was one thing, fucking him in the bedroom I'd grown up in was quite another. As was fucking in the bed he shared with Mom. And the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, his den, his office, the guest rooms, but I digress.
"Actually have some interesting news for you. My company's making me an offer to get into the lobbying business if I step down as CFO in two months. In other words, I'll be spending some time near you. How's that sound?"
"That sounds incredible, but you know I'll keep working. I've almost got my second year paid off and I don't want to get behind."
"As long as you tell me some good stories, I'm OK with that."
"Never fear Daddy, I've got some good ones!"
We hung up with the promise to call again soon.
It's two months later, spring break was a blast, and I loved seeing my old friends, plus Daddy and I did a fair amount of fucking. He's already been by to see me here and we of course had a good time. He actually makes more money now, and didn't hesitate to spend it on me. He was really coming to mean a lot to me. That was getting weird, but I really didn't care. We'd loved each other for years, we just didn't mind expressing it physically. To hell with the "rules" and such.
The only problem I'm having is one of desires. Due to my relationships, I'd explored a number of fantasies, and had enjoyed them all fully, but in my digital porn collection there was some stuff I'd been looking to try, but some worries about safety had kept me from trying them. I always did Daddy bareback, but I knew that he was only with Mom or me. The thought though, of having several guys doing me gang bang style and coming all over me, and inside me? That got me very excited.
How though? I knew damn right well that oral sex was pretty safe (I'm a discrete spitter), and there's no worries if a guy comes all over my tits, but an all out cumfest? Four or five guys blowing their loads in and all over me? How exactly does one make sure you're safe? I've had dozens of men ask for bareback sex, and it's always a resounding NO. I do enjoy it with with Daddy, but like I said, that's special.
A knock on my door surprised me and I was thrilled to see Daddy when I opened it. A nice, wet kiss followed and we more or less headed straight to the bedroom. A spectacular fuckfest followed topped off by Daddy taking me anally, and of course coming deep inside me. He introduced me to anal, and I loved it and had offered it to select gentlemen, but always covered. I so loved the feeling of his cum and lube dripping out though. As I lay there enjoying the feeling I asked him how he would feel about my trying a gangbang.
"Well, safety's an issue, but I'm sure you've thought of that."
"Of course, you're the only guy that ever gets to put it in me uncovered, but it would be just...exciting to try it. Laying on a rubber sheet, just covered in cum, with it in my hair, my mouth, my ass, my pussy? That's pretty wild, but like you said, safety. It's something that would hold me back. I mean, I know you're safe, but how can I trust anyone else unless it's a guy I've known for a long time."
"Hmmm. I've got an idea, don't know how you'd like it, but my firm does employ people who are very good at finding out things. Like which elected officials might be, ah, receptive to our industry, and so on. No, we don't blackmail anyone, I wouldn't be part of that, but if we know a guy is short on campaign funds, a discrete donation puts him in our corner. If we find a guy who isn't happy with his wife, we'll hook him up with someone like you, he likes Cuban cigars and can't afford to be seen buying them overseas? All kinds of things like that. I could put some discrete feelers out there, and find some guys that'd be into that sort of scene, and then take a good look at their backgrounds, and quite probably get their statuses checked as well. The people we employ are very, ah, thorough in their work. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so well paid by us."
I knew my father made damn good money for his firm, but he could get away with spending a lot of cash for this sort of thing?
"Daddy, can you do that? Without getting in trouble?"
His grin was infectious.
"Sweetheart, I can do just about anything I please. In the time I've been lobbying, I've saved the firm about twelve million by getting some regulations changed that allowed two new factories to get started ahead of schedule, I managed to get them about a ten million dollar tax break by getting an entire committee on board with our "green technology" and a few other deals I've helped negotiate. Actually, this is the work I was born to do, I'm quite good at it. Allow me to spend five grand checking up on some guys to see if they're clean? Not an issue, and if need be, I'd spend my own money. If you want this, I'll make it happen."
"Wow. That's just....wow."
His grin turned lecherous.
"As long as I'm the first one to plow that sweet ass of yours, that is."
"Ooooh you are so on!"
A month later he came by and we looked over our "candidates". He had a file on each of them. We looked them over in detail, and of course, I wanted to make sure they were all pretty nice in the looks department. He also had a proposal to get the event to be even kinkier.
"These guys are most likely willing to spend big on this, possibly two grand each. How does the thought of adding another girl to the mix sound? Six guys, each pounding both of you in each hole, and splattering you like never before, and for the grand finale, the two of you sixtynine each other as we all try to jerk one last load onto you as you go at it? Have you got a friend who would be be into that?"
"I'll have to think. I've done a few three-ways, and while it's not my "thing", it's certainly doable."
We looked everything over, and I introduced Daddy to Kay Tanaka, a girl I'd done a threeway with before who was also very safety conscious. She liked the investigative work, and the extensive background checks, and agreed to do it. Naturally she and I entertained Daddy that night and I found out why she called herself an anal whore. She positively shrieked with delight while Daddy hammered her with his eight inches and she simply gushed a massive orgasm down her legs as he pumped her. He'd only been pounding for a minute or two, that's what blew me away! My orgasms from anal had all been gradual after several others from oral and being fucked. He rammed it in, started slamming and she just exploded. She was going to have a fun time for sure!! I licked cum from her ass for the first time, and I was practically coming myself as I did so and she moaned with pleasure from each stroke of my tongue.
Then Daddy was hard again, (he has a gift for that) and he threw me up on the table and pounded my pussy while Kay lowered her dripping wetness to my face for some attention there. I licked that sweet pussy and got her to come twice more before Daddy thundered another load into me with a loud groan.
Kay simply leaned over and asked me to bring my legs up and she buried her face into my pussy and started sucking and licking for all she was worth. I'd come twice, but another monster neatly deposited Daddy's load into her lips and she enjoyed it as she came again and we collapsed onto each other. It was only then that I noticed Daddy was hard again, but he didn't last as he jerked himself onto Kay's back with a small spurt and a satisfied moan.
"My god, I'm gonna have to not jerk it for two or three weeks if I'm going to have enough in me to make you girls looks good and wet when we're done."
We both smiled.
"I want one of those loads in my mouth, is that understood mister?" Kay said with a laugh.
"Oh, you'll get one, you'll get one.....never fear."
It's three weeks later and my apartment has been cleaned up and covered up, with plastic sheeting everywhere. There's a rubberized pair of sheets designed for this sort of thing covering a pair of king size airbeds in my living room. They're sort of a velour feeling but will easily wash clean. I also have a small safe in the room that only I know the combination to. Wallets and any and all electronic devices will go in there, they get their memories only, the fuck/cumfest will NOT be televised. No watches, no PDA, no nothing. Their clothes will all be checked and put into my closet. After their money has been collected, needless to say. We had negotiated well, six men, (Daddy was one) each paying 2500.00 to go absolutely nuts on us. All holes were open, they could come in or on us, it mattered not. The background checks had been extensive, but wise. Men who routinely either did this or looked for it were out. We'd narrowed it down and found five more gentlemen who were perfect for our little party.
First on the list was Jun Kanazawa, a Japanese businessman who had done business with Daddy's firm. He was in his late 40's and in great shape, and had been happily married for nearly 30 years. He was a closet kink fan who had seen a zillion pornos, but his conservative wife wouldn't hear of it. Once he was assured of total discretion and safety, he was in.
Second on the list was Miles Landers, an exquisitely polite gentleman who had given up any kind of fun in his life to marry the boss's daughter and eventually take control of the company. The wife had recently passed away and while she was somewhat unlamented, he hadn't had an opportunity to get out other than a pair of visits to me. He was easily persuaded to join the party and explore a bit. His inherited money was going to be put to good use.
Next up was the nerdy and yet quite wealthy Kyle Dolan. He'd made millions in software, but had remained a virgin until he was 28 when a gold digger had taken his virginity and a million or so from him. He'd been bitterly distrustful of women ever since, but was a fiend for porno and masturbated constantly. Daddy had, ah, interrupted him in the gym shower one day and he'd poured his heart out to Daddy's sympathetic ear. He assured me that while he was probably inexperienced, he was well hung.
Next up was a fairly religious football player named Mike Harris, a ferocious linebacker, who for obvious reasons, couldn't have his propensity for kinky sex known. He'd suffered silently, with his goody goody wife not having the slightest clue how to please him, and yet he still lusted for the fun he'd had back as a star in college. He was nearing retirement on the gridiron, but his well muscled body got my attention nicely. He was also an investor in my father's company. The religion was revealed to be a mere pose as he planned on running for office one day, with his loving wife's support. He'd been hard to convince of the discretion, but when I informed him of the electronics policy, he was in.
The last was a fallen angel of sorts. Trent Howard, a one-time Wall Street wizard who'd made millions and had been quite the star with his homespun charm and his high school sweetheart. Turns out she was quite the number cruncher and had bailed on him leaving him holding the bag for nearly twenty million dollars she'd embezzled. He'd narrowly avoided prison, and lost all of his money in paying people back.