Page 1 of Pleasing Daddy's Friends
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Cross
“What have we here?” I demand in a baritone, my black brows lifting as I take in the sight before me. “I thought the party began at eight, bud, but it seems you got started a little early.”
After all, my friends Scott, Barrett and I have been invited to bowl at our pal Lionel’s house. Yes, the motherfucker has a bowling alley in the lower levels of his mansion, as well as an infinity pool, steam room, private gym, and sauna. But this isn’t your average shindig where a bunch of middle-aged dudes guzzle beer while re-living their glorious pasts. Instead, Lionel let it be known that he’s taken up with his stepdaughter, who’s an entrancing little vixen. Even better, said stepdaughter is craving a menage, and he’s enlisted us to do the honors.
Lionel rises before us, and even I have to admit that the motherfucker is a good-looking asshole. He’s six three, with dark hair, blue eyes, and the handsome features of a prince. But this douche is obviously no prince because he’s in the middle of defiling his stepdaughter, for crying out loud. Who the hell does that?
Of course, Scott, Barrett, and I are hardly angels either. We’ve engaged in all sorts of shenanigans: hookers, street walkers, gangbangs, exotic sex clubs, you name it. But when you’re a wealthy, handsome alpha male who exudes virility, then the world is your oyster. You don’t even have to go out and find opportunities. Beautiful women throw themselves at us. Business deals land at our feet like flopping fish. I no longer bother to check my bank balance because I know it’s a nine-figure sum, with no chance of depletion. But none of that gives me pleasure, at least not anymore. Shit gets old no matter what it is, and having lived the high life for decades, I’m over it.
But still, today’s opportunity was especially intriguing because Lily Powell is off the charts beautiful. Lionel forwarded us a couple snaps of the teen vixen, and they were eye openers. I remember when the email first popped onto my computer screen. I was at my desk, looking over some spreadsheets, when a notification pinged. Lionel wasn’t stupid enough to title it “naked pix” or “Lily’s photos.” He titled it something like “Meeting summary,” but I knew what was waiting inside.
Swiveling my monitor away from the door, I clicked on the email. Of course, I don’t exactly care if someone catches me looking at porn at my desk. After all, I’m the one in charge, so what are they going to do? Complain to the boss? Report me to HR? Good luck with that.
Plus, not only am I the CEO of Cross Holdings, but I literally own this company. Cross Holdings was established by my forebears over a hundred years ago as the Horse and Hoof Express. Yes, it’s a ridiculous name but Cross Holdings was once part of the pony express, delivering mail and other small goods across uncharted portions of the Wild West. Then over the years, the Horse and Hoof morphed and morphed again, finally becoming what it is today: a global behemoth that processes billions of credit card transactions per day. Our competitors are Visa and AmEx, and we do battle with those assholes on a daily basis.
So yes, I’m the CEO of a global corporation, and the company literally belongs to me, seeing that I’m its largest shareholder. If I want to dance naked in my office while belting out karaoke, then so be it. If I want to play mini-golf on the strip of artificial turf in front of my desk, no one will say a word. But I try to run a respectable outfit, and there’s no need to act inappropriately. As a result, I swivel my monitor away from the door and dim the screen too, just as a precaution.
Then I opened the email titled “Meeting summary,” and clicked on the attachments inside. That fucker Lionel Kenneally didn’t disappoint. There were a couple photos of his stepdaughter, Lily, dressed in the laciest lingerie, showcasing her big tits, narrow waist, and thick thighs. But the portraits went beyond soft-core. There was one where Lily was lying on her back on a bed, her chestnut locks spread out beneath her like a sleeping princess. Except this was no princess because Lily was beautifully nude, cupping her big breasts while staring downwards with a gaze filled with awe. Because of course, Lionel had positioned his massive dick over her pussy, and the fucking rod reached all the way up to his daughter’s navel. Yeah, he was showing us just how crammed full his stepdaughter was going to be once he got his dick into her, and to be honest, the teen girl looked a little nervous.
In the next photo, Lily was in the same position except said cock was now halfway buried in her cunt, those tender young pussy lips stretched around the huge shaft. Her mouth was halfway open with a cry of shock, but those brown eyes were also half-lidded with lust. Clearly, Lionel was dicking the brat to the max even as she cried out, her snatch stretched beyond her wildest imagination.
Then, there were photos of Lily in all sorts of revealing positions: on her knees on the bed, bent over showing off her pussy and asshole. Then, with that same huge cock jammed into that tight cunt from the back, Lily pulling her white cheeks apart to enable Lionel to penetrate further and deeper. Lily kneeling on the hard tile of a shower stall, with her brown hair plastered to her skull as she took Lionel’s massive shaft between her lips. Then the worst of all: Lily facing upwards towards the camera with her mouth open, lips parted, showing off a fat glob of bubbly jism on her tongue. Her cheeks were smeared with fluids too, even as Lionel pulled her chin down further to get a better shot. Fuck. I had no idea that father-daughter duos could be so nasty.
So yes, the images were depraved when they flashed onto my screen, but it only inflamed my desires. Immediately, my phone rang and I knew it had to be Barrett or Scott, calling to discuss the raunch we’d just received.
“Yo,” I answered without looking at caller ID. “What a complete slut.”
“Yeah,” Barrett growled on the other side of the line. “Holy shit. This girl wants to be shared?”
“That’s what Lionel says,” I drawled, peering closely at a photo of Lily’s exposed twat after it had been fucked out. Sure enough, there was a bit of semen peeking from her swollen folds, a tiny pearl of white that beaded right at her opening. “Goddamn, she’s juicy though. So are you in?”
“You bet I am,” Barrett responded on the other side with a breathless grunt. Was it my imagination, or was my buddy pulling one out at the moment while staring at these filthy pics? Nonetheless, I shrugged. We’ve done worse before. A lot worse.
“I’ll tell Lionel to set it up then.”
Then, I hung up and here we are, in the present moment. Scott, Barrett and I have been looking forward to this depraved menage for ages now, and it’s finally D-Day. Yet, when my buddies and I arrived on the doorstep of Lionel’s mansion, to our surprise, the door was slightly ajar. What the fuck? I get it: St. George is a safe neighborhood with hardly any crime. But Lionel Kenneally is a rich motherfucker with fancy shit in his fancy house. It’s suicide to leave your door open for any random burglar.
Still, Scott, Barrett and I glanced at each other and shrugged. Maybe this was part of the grand plan. Maybe we’d enter, and be directed by a topless woman to a dungeon in the basement where Lily was already bound and gagged for our pleasure. Or maybe Lionel himself would point us to a windowless red room, filled with jagged equipment to be used on his lush little stepdaughter.
But what we saw was much more mundane, and yet titillating, at once. Once we stepped into the foyer, muffled cries of delight greeted our ears and to our surprise, Lionel was engaging with his stepdaughter in a drawing room off to the right of the entryway. But they weren’t waiting like good little Victorians for guests. Instead, Lily was totally nude, her big breasts shaking and her eyes rolling up in the back of her head as Lionel slipped a big digit into her rear end.
“Yes, baby,” he hissed, those blue eyes fixed on her ecstatic features. “Goddamn, you look so beautiful like this.”
“Daddy!” she squealed. “Unnnh!”
Then, Lionel began finger-fucking her asshole for real. It was wrong in a variety of ways. Lily’s big breasts shook in rhythm with each finger bang, even as she pulled one thigh higher with her hand, lifting her foot in the air to give her stepfather more room to maneuver.
“Yessss!” she squealed. “Mmmm! Oh oh oh!”
Then, the young woman climaxed. Her curvy body shook and we watched with avid eyes as both her pussy and asshole clenched in a series of rhythmic shudders. Her toes pointed until the arch looked painful, her eyes rolling up to show the whites.
“Oooh!” she screamed again. “Daddy!”
Meanwhile, Lionel’s blue eyes shot sparks as he groaned with lust.
“Fuck baby, you’re going to break off my fingers with your anal orgasm,” he ground out. “Goddamn, you look so sexy getting buttfucked.”
