Unknown - Daughter in Heat

"So, what do you do when you get there?"

"We never wear panties or bras and we get our nasty parts out right away. I get Sarah worked up by feeling her up, fingering her pussy in front of them, or fingering my pussy and smearing my wetness on her lips while she's trying to carry on a conversation with her folks."

"Woah, you feel her up while she's talking to her folks?"

"She visits with her parents while engaging in sexual foreplay as though she's trying to kill two birds with one stone, and they go along with this bullshit.

It's pretty fucking bizarre even for me."

"Do they turn on?"

"It's hard to say by outward appearances. Her old man hides his crotch and her mother blushes at anything. They look. They don't avoid us or avoid looking at what we do. They buy into the premise of combining a social visit and lesbian foreplay, but they both stare at a splayed beaver while talking, making no effort to establish eye contact with the speaker. They converse when her mouth is free and wait when it isn't. I'm all foreplay and keep on until she just has to have it and begs to eat my pussy, suck my snatch, lick my cunt. I tease and make her keep up the begging until I'm satisfied, and when I grant permission, she excuses us. She drags me into the bedroom and rapes my ass. When she comes out, she apologizes for making a fool of herself, but she does that with a wet face. Mine is always dry."

"Fuck!"

"It's fun doing that shit in front of her folks. We always come out of the bedroom, naked, and stay naked until we leave. Sometimes, we're there all afternoon and make several trips to the bedroom. Between bedroom trips, I spend most of my time hand feeding Sarah my pussy juice while playing with her cunt.

We do a lot of fucking with me wearing the strap-on. She also eats pussy juice constantly. She always pauses to suck and lick my fingers, or she gets it herself and licks her own fingers, or masturbates while she licks my cunt juice off her fingers or mine. She's the cunt sucker. I never eat slut slime."

"Essentially, they see it all."

"All but the actual cunt sucking.

I fuck her with the strap-on dick, work her over with the dildos and vibrators.

I use butt plugs and nipple clips, clittie clamps, I even give her enemas, all in front of them. They won't say a damn thing to Sarah. That girl is spoiled rotten. She's ready to go down on me in front of them. When she does, I'm pissing."

"Well, I'm sure she knows you well enough to expect that."

"She'd better. She won't get her mouth near my pussy outside the bedroom, because she thinks they're not quite ready for that-not the twat eating, the piss sucking. Hell, they've been ready to watch her suck a pussy for months, and I'm sure they've encountered piss sucking. They probably wonder why we bother to go off to do that. I'll tell you one thing.

They are thoroughly used to the bisexual side of their daughter.

They accept the fuck out of it. They see what a cunt nut she is and they must think she's addicted to pussy juice. She acts like a cunt cream junkie, and Ellen now knows that Sarah doesn't care whose cunt she gets it from."

"I'm surprised they still let you two in the house."

"Are you kidding? They hurry us inside before someone sees us. They see she needs it, know I can provide it, and they're glad to offer us a safe and secure place to do it. They're always happy to see us. I get hugs, coming and going.

They wait on us hand and foot, and I'm the only one who gets to smoke in their house. They follow me around with the only ash tray, and her old man will light my cigarettes when my hands are busy on Sarah."

"They must be getting off on it."

"I'm sure they are, but Sarah is sure they aren't. She wants them to hate it, so she's probably reading hate into what she sees. I don't see hate at all. I don't see clear signs of arousal, either, but they're good at hiding it, especially now. They go out of their way to show that what we do doesn't bother them in the least, and that attitude is what drives Sarah to do more. If they know anything about the daughter they raised, they know that. If they wanted her to back off, all they'd have to do is show their disapproval. If they didn't want to watch, they could simply ask us to do our dirty business in the bedroom, a reasonable request, one they know we'd honor. They have never even hinted."

"Yeah, there's no doubt in my mind that they like what they see."

"Those two things tell me they like it, but what really tipped me off was the way they rearranged their living room furniture after that first lesbian scene we made. They created an intimate nook by facing the love seat to the sofa and getting rid of the coffee table. Now, when Sarah and I take the sofa, they must sit close facing us."

"Sounds cozy."

"Very. We often rest legs on their legs, and they are usually sitting within the spread of Sarah's legs with her bare butt touching their knees, sometimes resting on their laps. I'm talking intimate. While I work over their daughter's cunt and asshole, they massage her legs and feet, or run hands from heel to within inches of pussy. In that bizarre situation, they try to carry on normal conversations. Well, sorta normal."

"What the hell is there to talk about?"

"They talk about what's being done and what everyone is looking at. Sarah sees to it that the focus stays between her legs, and she makes it lewd and vulgar.

She over-reacts to everything and then describes how it makes her feel as if they couldn't see. Sarah swears they created that arrangement to discourage us, to make us feel uncomfortable with them being so close, to drive us into the bedroom, out of sight."

"Is she blind or just dumb?"

"A little of both, but it's self inflicted. Sarah wants to believe that they hate this, that they especially hate being forced to discuss it, so I stopped trying to convince her otherwise. Now, I tell her I see signs of their hatred and disapproval, and she eats that up. They hate me smoking in their perfect home, but that's all they hate. If you ask me, they'll love Sarah the sex slave and they'll love everything she's forced to do. They'd love to be dragged into this mess, and I see them treating their daughter's master with the utmost respect. I'd bet a big pile of my own money on it.

I really would."

"I'm with you. I'll order Sarah to get her parents here."

"There you go. Now, she can tell them she's a sex slave, that you're her master, and they've been ordered to appear before the master, and if they don't behave themselves, she'll get a whipping. I'm sure they'll act as though they disapprove and she'll be thrilled to her twinkle toes. They'll be here and be polite to her master, prepared to take orders, mark my words. A good warm-up would be to have Sarah strip them and go down on each one in turn."

"Sounds like a plan. Who else can we invite?"

"I'm thinking about inviting my parents. I know they'd get off on it without any preparation."

"That's awfully risky, Sue, even for your parents."

"I don't think so. The most they'd do is walk out and be pissed that I didn't warn them."

"So, warn them."

"I'd rather it be a surprise.

They set me up without warning and I was younger than Heather, thirteen. I walked right into a gang rape, a shy and innocent virgin, just so they could get their jollies watching me get the shit fucked out of me by a roomful of adult men and women."

"I know, Sue. I've heard it a dozen times. And the only thing that pisses you off about it is that they didn't do anything to prepare you for it."

"Well god damnit, Jack, I didn't even know they were swingers. They could have at least let that out. That was a hell of a way for a kid to find out, watching her parents get naked and masturbate during her rape."