Incest/Taboo A Gift From His Father

She opened the red silk panties exposing the lacy gusset and pressed her nose in, taking a deep breath. Only a day or two prior, the odor would have enticed her further, but she was surprised to learn that the scent of a woman, in this case her own, no longer enthralled her.

"Very good, slave," John refused to use her name. "You have learned two very important lessons. For that I am going to remove the restriction of having sex at work. You need a cock or two. It isn't to interfere with your work though. I need you to maintain your current position with the firm. Furthermore, you may say no only if saying yes will jeopardize your position."

"Thank you master," She was relieved.

John picked up his phone and pressed a button, waiting a moment before the familiar voice on the other end answered. "Hey boss. What can I do for you?"

"Chance, are you busy this evening? I have an assignment I think you are going to like."

John forwarded Chance Dinah's address and hung up. "You'll be having company about nine tonight. You're not busy are you?"

She shook her head slightly from side to side. She was still holding her panties in her hand when the waitress arrived with their order. The waitress looked at Dinah as she set the food down, then asked if there was anything else they needed. Hearing that there wasn't, she left, but not before looking back at Dinah with a look of pity.

John accepted her moist undergarment, and he stuffed it into his coat pocket. "You won't be needing these, in fact, I don't think I want you to wear panties or g-strings of any sort until further notice. I want you ready in the event that I should ever be in the mood to see that cunt of yours."

"Yes master," she replied. It seemed to make her pleased that her master might fuck her after all, someday.

John nibbled on a couple of fries that looked appealing, and grabbing the briefcase, he stood. "Be sure to tip the waitress generously."

She nervously rang the doorbell and waited. She couldn't believe what she was feeling and with whom she was smitten, it was like a dream.

"Hey sweetie, come on in."

The nervous teen entered the home and was quickly introduced to the family, who seemed normal enough. They were winding down from their day; the television was on, mom was in the kitchen and dad was in his office.

"Let's go up to my room," she told her girlfriend. Bounding up the stairs they raced down the hall and into her bedroom before closing the door. Before the door was completely shut, they were in a passionate lip lock while their hands roamed over each other's bodies and under their clothes. Soon they were on the bed, their clothes discarded on the floor. They seemed to be repeating their earlier play as they quickly moved into a sixty-nine, their heads between each other's legs. They were so involved in what they were doing that neither heard the door open and her mother enter the room.

"Hello you two, I didn't think that you'd be this far along. You couldn't wait for me?"

The girl popped her head up from her friend's pussy as she watched her new friend's mother remove her dress. She noticed that the woman was completely naked underneath. She was becoming nervous but her friend didn't seem too concerned. In fact she hadn't stopped eating her pussy and she was getting near to coming. She looked at the older woman as she crawled onto the bed and they kissed. Her own hands seemed to have a mind of their own and reached out and began fondling the C cup breasts being offered to her. She was delighted and after a few moments she found herself enjoying the touch of the older woman as she and her daughter focused their attention on her.

It was just as she was coming that she realized that someone else had entered the room. When she looked up she saw a large hard cock inches from her mouth. Looking up, she recognized the owner as her friend's older brother. She was a committed lesbian and had no interest in cock, but she opened her mouth and sucked her first cock in years. She seemed to know just what to do and could see that it was having quite the effect on the boy as he quickly spurted his juices into her mouth.

She wanted to gag, she hated this stuff. But instead, she made a show of displaying how much cum she had gotten and exchanged it with her friend's mother. Her friend was still working on her pussy and she soon found herself coming again.

Before she had completely come down from her high, she felt something warm and hard being inserted into her tight pussy. She looked up and saw Pastor Jones shoving his large cock into her. She wanted to cry out, she was a lesbian, she didn't do cock, and then she realized how silly that was, she loved cock. And she especially loved Pastor Jones' cock. It made her feel good. He really knew what to do with that thing; he was stroking into her hard and fast and she loved every moment of it. She looked up and saw her friend's brother playing with his cock as his mother squatted over his face. She decided that he had enough to do and pulled the cock to her mouth and repeated her earlier efforts.

Dr. Smith was once again elated by the results of his actions. He was becoming better at controlling their minds. He wondered what his limits were as he began to formulate a plan to capture one of John's agents or his daughters, anyone that would give him enough leverage to get the Ring of Vengeance from John and allow him to keep his freedom.

There was a knock on the door, but before she could reach it, the door opened and in walked the largest black man she'd ever seen. He wasn't just tall, but was lean and muscular; the shirt he wore was almost bursting at the seams as his muscles flexed leisurely as he entered the room. Then she remembered seeing him the night she was hung on her wall, the night her entire world changed.

"Good evening Dinah. I believe you are expecting me. I thought I'd let myself in." The big man walked up to Dinah. She wasn't a petite woman, but next to Chance she was dwarfed.

"I am told that I am to reacquaint you with cock," he said and smiled as he looked down at her. "You've been playing for the other team for a while."

Dinah almost swooned. At last she'd get properly fucked. She let out a weak response, "Why don't we go to my bedroom?" A second thought came to her mind, "as big as he is his cock must be massive."

Chance followed the former lesbian through her home and into her sanctuary, a place no man had been before. It was spacious, a room befitting a queen. Chance sat on the edge of the bed and motioned to Dinah to lower herself to the floor and crawl to him on her hands and knees. She didn't think, she only responded. When she arrived at the bed she instinctively rose between his spread legs.

"Why should I waste my time on someone like you?" he asked. "I am here because the boss asked me, but I know who you are and I am not sure I should help you. Convince me that I should."

"Damn." Dinah thought to herself. "What's a woman got to do to get fucked?" So for the first time in a very long time, Dinah Cohen was going to tell the truth.

"Sir..."

"Chance, you may call me Chance," he corrected her.

"Alright then, Chance, let me be honest." She paused as those words hung in the air. "I am a self-centered rich woman of privilege; well that is what I used to be. I am accustomed to getting my way. I never had much need of male company having been a lesbian since my college years back in the late 70s. But all that has changed. I realized that I am lucky I wasn't turned into an old bag lady with a withering body, living in the streets. I realize that our master knows what he is doing because this life or the one as a bag lady is far worse a punishment than death."

She paused as a large tear fell from her right eye and ran down her face."The truth is that I am scared, frightened half out of my mind. Worse, I am horny as hell and need something large in my mouth, pussy and ass. I think about cock all the time and haven't any idea what to do. So, Chance..." She paused again. "Will you fuck me, make me suck your cock, fuck my ass so that I can satisfy these urges and then maybe master will find me worthy enough to rescind some of the punishment I have brought on myself."

"Pussy, mouth and ass, you must have really pissed him off." Chance chuckled. "You realize that I am, let's say, rather large. I could seriously hurt you if I was... careless."

Chance looked at the woman who had just admitted she was beaten. He'd seen this before, she may simply be playing him, but he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"Okay, I will train you. But, if you quit, it will be harder on you than you can imagine. You see, not only am I here to fuck you, but also to help decide what to do with you once your legal services are no longer required."

Dinah blinked. She didn't think that she would be so quickly discarded. Would he let her live, probably as a bag lady? She shuddered as the horrible image returned.

"So, why don't we see what I have to work with, stand up and get naked," Chance ordered.

In a daze, she quickly rose and began to undress. She began with her skirt; she hadn't changed from her work day clothes. She removed it and saw the immediate approval; she didn't have panties on, as she'd been instructed.

"Very good," Chance noted, "continue."

That seemed to lift her spirits a bit and she unbuttoned her blouse, tossing it on the chair with her skirt, leaving her clad only in her red lace bra. Chance could see that it was expensive, she had good taste. She quickly shed it too and stood before him completely naked as he inspected her.

"How old are you?" he asked.

She wanted to ask him how old he thought she was, but realized that this wasn't the time to be coy. "Fifty four," she said, admitting her true age for the first time in years.

"I wouldn't have guessed. Turn for me, slowly."

Feeling better, she began to slowly turn as his eyes memorized every curve and valley of her magnificent body. Her legs were shapely and toned; where they met she kept a short cropped landing strip of brown hair that matched the color of the hair on her head. Her stomach was flat and slightly muscular, which made her C cup bust look much larger.

"Lift them, your tits. Lift them up for me."

She did as he had asked.

"Have some work done?"

She blushed and nodded. "A little," she admitted, "about three years ago."

"Good work, hardly noticeable." He paused a moment. "Bend over and spread your cheeks." He was enjoying the show.

She complied and displayed her tight ass hole. He could clearly see her pussy from behind, almost grasping for something to enter it.

"Nice, very nice," he said. Come and kneel between my legs again, I think you are ready for your first lesson.

There was a soft but noticeable knock at the back door. Mary was already in the kitchen and walked the short distance to open it. She was wearing only her apron; it was her habit to walk around the large, empty house nude, particular since she knew that George would be stopping by. They were becoming "a thing", although Mary had warned George that she wasn't into monogamy, they both really were enjoying their morning ritual.

"Mmm... you look good enough to eat," George said as he slipped into the house. Closing the door, Mary spun around on her toes allowing him to get a full 360 degree view of her fantastic body before he pulled her into his arms for their first passionate kiss of the day.

"I hope you do that and more," Mary said in a delayed response to his comment. "But first, a bit of food to help you keep up your strength. You're gonna need it, I guarantee it!" Mary said as she slipped from his embrace and sauntered to the stove where she was in the beginning stages of fixing her special omelet.

George slipped in behind her, pressing his hardening manhood against her fabulous firm ass and reaching around he began caressing her tits under her apron. "Hmmm...I am going to give you ten minutes to stop doing that." She giggled, appreciating the attention.

As soon as the omelet was done they sat down to eat and talk like old friends. With the apron discarded George ate while enjoying the view. Mary slouched down in her chair and George laughed and teased her when her marvelous tits were resting on the table. She squealed and threw her napkin at him. They were indeed becoming very comfortable with each other.

In bed, George was a patient lover and although it wasn't necessary, he made certain that Mary came at least twice before he enjoyed his own release. The only exception was when Mary insisted on manipulating him orally first. Amazingly he was always able to rise to the occasion for a second, third or fourth round, despite his age. Of course, he didn't suspect that Mary's mind control played any part in his vitality.

Linda worked in the kitchen, preparing enough food for the three women. She assumed they were lesbians or nudist; it really didn't matter to her as she was being well paid; so what if they were a bit eccentric.

She shuddered thinking about what John said though, being asked to work in the nude. "It could be fun," she thought to herself, but knowing how horny she always was, she'd probably wind up fingering herself several times a day. Just thinking about it now was making her pussy drip.

She quickly focused on the task at hand. She had prepared homemade chicken tortilla soup, and ham and turkey sandwiches. She made a note to buy some groceries.

When she called the women, she was pleased to see that they had dressed. Not that she minded them being nude, but it was a bit of a distraction. That puzzled her. She seemed to think that she was attracted to both men and women. She laughed to herself, she just loved sex and she wasn't partial to where it came from.

She tried to focus on the job, which was why she was in trouble. It was difficult to stay focused on the work, but she needed this job, the pay was exceptional. Where would she find a job like this that included room and meals? She was determined to work harder. She didn't have a choice.

Dinah found that with Chance everything was proportional. Even as she began sucking on his soft cock, which was about eight inches, training her throat and gag reflex, she realized that soon it would be too big for her to hold in her mouth. He was a giant man; of course his cock would be gigantic. But she was elated to finally have what she'd been craving for so long. She worked hard to show him just how much she appreciated him training her. Soon her jaw was aching and she could only get the mushroom head in her mouth. She was very careful to guard her teeth. Chance had warned her; that was an unforgivable blunder.

Using her hand she massaged the long cock, while following his instructions she licked and sucked on his huge balls. She even managed to take one in her mouth. She was indeed a quick learner and she was surprised at how turned on she was; she was nearly ready to climax and her pussy was dripping wet.

In a controlled voice that didn't betray how well she was doing, Chance told her, "You are doing very well." He had to concentrate not to enjoy the tongue bath that she was giving his manhood. "I believe that you are ready to be pierced. When was the last time you had a man inside you?"

Dinah was on the edge, she reluctantly pulled her mouth away from him, panting now, his cock all she could think of. He was going to fuck her. That thought alone nearly made her cum. "The last time..." She tried to think. "...was in college. It was my freshman year. He came I didn't."

"So," Chance said, with raised eyebrows, "You've never been with a man."

Not until he said it did she realize the truth, she had never been with a man, having sworn off men after the last of several unsatisfying experiences. But now, she thought, and before she could finish the thought, he pulled her to her feet and bent down and kissed her.

The kiss was all encompassing and Dinah swooned. When she awoke she was lying on her bed, the giant was naked lying on his side next to her. She looked at him. His body was chiseled muscle, from his broad shoulders and massive arms to his "washboard abs", looking at him she finally understood the meaning of the term.

"Good, you're back. I didn't want to start without you enjoying this first part." She looked at him and then down between his legs. His huge cock was pressed against his stomach, at least twelve inches long, black and shiny, and looking like a third leg.

"I want you to do the honors," he said as he moved over her and she spread her legs to accommodate him. She reached for him with both hands, and bringing him to where her legs met, she waited for further instructions. "Rub the head back and forth until you find your opening."

She did as he instructed, looking down as she moved his cock back and forth, opening her pussy wide until the tip of his cock was in the proper place and she stopped. She was trembling now, on the edge, secreting copious amounts of her juices knowing in a moment she would have a man, a real man, within her for the first time. It was like losing her virginity again.

Chance paused as he looked down and could read her face knowing instinctively what she was thinking. "I am going to push inside of you now, don't let anyone ever tell you differently, this is the most blissful feeling for a man, second only to when he comes. I love this part and intend to take my time."

He slowly pushed forward, opening her wider and wider. She was tight, almost like a virgin. As soon as the head popped through, Dinah came. She screamed. "Ahhh. Oh, it's so good, more! Mmmore!"

Chance smiled. He still had ten more inches for her. This is going to be good. He pushed in and soon had more than half in. Dinah continued to come, seeing stars as she was filled more than ever in her life. "Ahhhheeee!" Going for broke, Chance wanted to see how much more she could take and pushed hard. He wasn't surprised when he hit bottom, but he was surprised he was all the way in, balls deep. It was indeed rare to find a woman that could take all of his amazing size. By now Dinah's eyes had rolled back in her head, she had never felt this full before. Chance decided to wait for her to settle down and enjoyed the feeling of being completely immersed, something he rarely experienced.

After a minute Dinah calmed down, she was still stuffed, and realized that Chance was all the way inside and hadn't moved. "Oh my God," she thought, "he only put it in me. He hasn't begun to fuck me yet. I may not live through this. He may fuck me to death." Then she began laughing.

"Hey girl, are you alright?" Chance asked. He was about to begin.

Tears were rolling down her face, she nodded.

"Good, because you are about to be fucked silly," he said and began to back out slowly.

"Oh," Dinah cried. Her pussy was clenching the mammoth cock and now it was being ripped from her grip. He agonizingly slowly pulled almost all the way out. When he had only the tip remaining inside, he pushed quickly back inside her. He hit bottom again and Dinah moaned as the being full feeling returned. Before she could fully enjoy the feeling she was beginning to love, he began backing out again. Then he pushed back faster, this time bouncing off the bottom and increasing his pace. The long hard strokes became faster and faster. From deep within her, intense warmth began to build in her pussy and expand outwardly rapidly as Chance pounded her ever harder as her moaning became more frequent. Her legs were spread wider than she thought possible as she was being split in half.

"Ahhhheee!" She howled as the most mind blowing orgasm yet exploded through her body, and with her last ounces of strength she squeezed her pussy tightly, triggering Chance's orgasm. He roared and filled her pussy with more cum than she had had deposited in it in her entire life. Chance grabbed the woman and rolled over on his back, leaving Dinah squatting over him, still impaled on his massive tool. She was panting and sweating as she fell forward on his hairy chest.

"That was amazing", she thought. "I have never been so thoroughly fucked. Had I had a man like this when I was in college I'd never have explored sex with my roommates." Then she realized that he wasn't deflating, he was still hard. She looked up at the giant she was straddling and he flexed his hard cock, confirming that he was ready for more.

"You didn't think we were done so soon, did you?"

She sat up on the huge cock enjoying the fullness she'd never felt until today and looked at her lover knowing that it wouldn't take much for her to get off again.

Elizabeth enjoyed the lunch made by the former Mistress of the Ring of Vengeance, who now believed that she was Candace Martin's maid. She wondered what job John had for her and which of her skills she'd be asked to call upon.

She left the Martins to themselves. April was now herself and Candace was happy to have her daughter back, but she couldn't help but wonder what the addition of a maid, the former mistress of the Ring of Vengeance, would have on the family. As she walked to her car, she felt her panties sticking to her pussy, reminding her that she should have taken a shower; she kept spare clothes in the car. But, John had an assignment for her.

"How about that, John finally proposed to April," she thought as she buckled herself in and started the car. Within the car's confines she could easily smell herself and the sex of the others and decided that she needed to go home first to shower and change her clothing. There was no telling how long she'd be on assignment, nor what the assignment might entail. She had been practicing her invisibility, and so far was able to make her panties disappear along with the rest of herself. It was something that Dennis found to be hilarious as they practiced. Who could blame him, she too found it funny as she walked around the house, the only thing visible her bra and its overfilled cups. They both agreed that with several more hours practice she should be able to achieve the goal of complete invisibility while clothed. She would practice every chance she got. She didn't want to let John down and she hated to lose any more of her favorite outfits.

As she pulled into her parking space, she decided to try again. This time she managed to vanquish everything from the waist up. She laughed loudly as she looked down and saw her pants and sandals still sitting behind the wheel of her car.

John had begun to enjoy his discussions with Rocky. He wasn't at all like his father, who always seemed to be guarded and appeared to hold back on specifics. Rocky was honest and helpful. He even showed John how to monitor the submissions from his agents and in such a way that he could easily see who was meeting and exceeding their quotas, thus allowing him to know exactly how much energy he could expend and how long it would likely be before it was replenished. Rocky also showed John how to more efficiently store unused energy and build his reserves. This would come in very handy should he ever be in another fight for his life.

But most of all, John enjoyed his sense of humor and outlook on life. He seemed to enjoy his role, even embracing it, unlike his father who of course was simply looking for ways to escape.

A message from Dennis interrupted their chat, alerting him to the fact that his father was preparing to make a move. John realized that his father seemed to be growing in strength, he didn't understand how he knew this, but he knew it was true. Rocky told him that there has never been an escape from the ring and since this was a first, it was likely that the ring was enhancing John's senses to assist in his father's capture and return to the prison.

"The ring is very distressed about your father's escape," Rocky told John.

"The ring is alive?" John asked, hearing the statement again as if for the first time.

"In a way, perhaps sentient would be a better way to describe it," Rocky told him. "And it likes you, better than any of the last several masters that have worn it. Keep doing what you are doing."

That statement caused John to blush. Up to now, he really had no idea how he was doing. His father never told him the ring was aware and whether or not he was doing a good job.

"Thanks, Rocky!" he said after recovering. "I had no idea."

Rocky continued to relay the ring's wishes and that it understood that his plans to recapture Dr. Smith seemed reasonable, but that should he fail the ring would act unilaterally.

John didn't like the sound of that and knew that despite the ring being sentient, it wasn't human and likely lacked human compassion. John was certain that his plan would work; he only needed to wait for his father to reveal his plan.

After finishing their mini orgy, they showered and changed into comfortable clothes before they all piled into Pastor Jones' minivan. They had no idea where they were going and that didn't concern them in the least. They all had pleasant smiles on their faces and enjoyed the Christian music that came though the car's stereo system. Even the former lesbian, dressed in the borrowed conservative clothing, looked and acted the part.

Dr. Smith bounced back and forth from one to the other, but mostly made sure the good pastor drove below the speed limit to their destination. It was time.

Dennis, still working under the cover of his shape-shifting disguises, alerted John they were on the move.

John made sure they were ready. His agents had all been briefed and were prepared. John was certain that his father would be coming after one of his daughters so he stationed himself nearby. Everyone was on alert.

George was puttering around his house, making small repairs and doing the necessary maintenance that one must do in order to maintain a house, when the doorbell rang, followed by several knocks. He wasn't expecting anyone. He climbed down the short ladder he was using to change out the light bulb in the kitchen and marched to the front door. He was expecting to find a girl scout selling cookies, but was startled to find an entire family standing on his porch, five in all. They looked like Jehovah's Witnesses or Mormons; he could see the older male wearing a religious collar.

George opened the door. "Hello. What can I do for you?" he asked.

"Invite us in," the reverend said.

"What?" George asked certainly not expecting that request.

Dr. Smith was getting anxious and leapt into the unguarded mind. George said, "Where are my manners, please come in. Make yourselves at home."

Before he closed the door behind him, Dr. Smith had probed George's mind and learned everything he needed to know. It was better than he'd hoped. George was fucking his wife, or to put it correctly, his widow. He'd be able to get her alone easily and then he'd have her.

Mary was out. It was still early in the evening, too early for her to be out looking for sexual adventures. Dr. Smith had never told his son how angry he was that he had turned his own mother out to prostitute herself for his benefit. She seems to have kept George in the dark as to her lifestyle. Nevertheless, he had planned on using George's home as a launching place to capture his widow. This would only make things easier.

As Pastor Jones and his family made themselves comfortable, Dr. Smith found himself becoming angry; George Wilson was fucking his Mary. Perhaps he'd have to do something about that once he had Mary under his control.

George, under Dr. Smith's control, remained motionless, standing in the foyer for several minutes, while the Joneses did as they were told and made themselves comfortable.

When Dr. Smith had gotten all the information possible from the man, he decided that he should be a good host and see to his guests. He heard the family in the den and walked the short distance to join them.

What he didn't expect to find was Pastor Jones with his pants around his ankles as he was fucking his daughter from behind, while she was eating out her girlfriend, while the pastor's wife was on her knees and naked, sucking her son's cock.

"What the hell?" George said, voicing Dr. Smith's thoughts.

Pastor Jones turned to the surprised host and said, "You told us to make ourselves at home."

Just as Dr. Smith was about to leap from George and restore order, the doorbell rang again.

Not stopping to peek through the peephole, George opened the door to find Mary waiting. She quickly pushed him in and captured his lips with hers.
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