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[JEMMA]

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"Kat it's been SO long!" squealed Zoe as she hugged the 18 year-old close outside the bar. She stood back and looked at the curvy teenage bombshell. "You look incredible. Let's get us both a drink - I want to hear all about what you're up to these days."



The two went in, arm in arm. Heads turned as the pair walked to the bar. Both women were drop-dead gorgeous - the owners of spectacular D-cup breasts, long legs and glossy brown hair, and while Kat's mini-skirt and heels were distracting enough, most eyes were on Zoe's figure-hugging wrap dress that showed off her every curve. 

At twice Kat's age she was nevertheless the owner of the kind of fabulous body that could make even the most loyal husband think the most disloyal thoughts. Usually while fucking his own wife.

Kat idolised her gorgeous friend and was loving the freedom to meet her for a drink on a school night. In her last year at college, she was desperate to pick her family friend's brain on how to get a great summer placement before heading to university.

Meanwhile Zoe had her own plans for Kat. She could feel the wetness between her smooth stocking-clad thighs at the thought of what was in store if tonight went well. She looked at the curvaceous teenager opposite, still glowing from finally turning 18 a few weeks ago. A slut-in-waiting if ever she saw one. 

She'd dug into enough of Kat's social media to know that she wasn't a shy girl. She had slowly fingered herself only the night before while looking through Kat's recent holiday photos that showed off the girl's amazing figure in a series of wonderfully small, tight bikinis. She had come in the bath while fantasising about what she - and Joe - would do to the girl.

Part one of her plan was already going well - only minutes before meeting Kat she had been been in her own office on her hands and knees, sucking Kat's father's cock so hard he had almost passed out. 



Her black satin knickers were still in Sam's mouth - she had left him handcuffed and gagged under her desk in her office, having made him call his wife to say he was staying 'in town' again that night while Zoe stared up at him, his cock deep in her throat as she made him come in her mouth. Zoe loved to hear Sam tell Jemma he loved her as he was fucking her. 

She really loved the fact that Kat was unwittingly tasting her own father's cock on her lips as they kissed just now. If Zoe got her way, she would make Kat (and Sam) do much, much worse this summer...





A few stiff drinks into the evening, having pretended to be interested in stories of Kat's new boyfriend Dan for what felt like hours, Zoe slowly began to make her first move. 

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"How's your mum?" she asked, smiling.

"She's fine thanks" said the teenager. 

"Her and dad aren't too good at the moment though."

"Mmmm. Really?" murmured Zoe, looking down at her drink, awkwardly.

"What is it?" asked Kat. She could see Zoe looked uncomfortable and wondered whether it might have anything to do with why she never came around the house any more. 

Slightly in awe of the older, glamorous, successful, beautiful older woman, she daren't ask her directly but it was playing on her mind.

"Nothing, no... I said I wouldn't.." Zoe looked up, panicked.

"What is it?" asked Kat, concerned. She held Zoe's hand. "You can tell me".

Zoe buried her head. "I can't. It'll just make things worse". She sobbed.

Kat sat there, helpless. Her stomach was churning. 

Eventually Zoe looked up, her face streaked with tears and mascara.

She stared at Kat. "If I tell you, you promise not to say ANYTHING?" she pleaded. "You promise".

The teenager nodded, wide-eyed.

"It was a month ago" she began, quietly. "I think you and your mum were away for the weekend. I got a call from Sam. He sounded frantic. He told me he was depressed and couldn't stop thinking suicidal thoughts. He said he was alone that weekend. So I raced round there."

She looked at Kat.

"It was the worst mistake I ever made."

"He was waiting for me. He tied me up. He threatened me. Told me if I didn't let him...do what he wanted to me, that he'd hurt me. And if I ever told anyone, that he'd hurt you."

Kat sat stunned, her mouth open. "No, no, no...it can't" she began.

"He had me the whole weekend you were away. Told me he'd always had one particular fantasy about me. That he...he...wanted to, to...take me while he talked to your mum on the phone". 

"NO!" the teenager almost shouted.

"I can prove it" said Zoe, sadly. She pushed her phone across the table.

Underneath the table, Zoe could feel the throbbing wetness between her legs. She was so turned on by what she was doing, she could barely talk.

"He made me film it. I'm so sorry." she lied, as Kat looked at the screen of the phone. 

"Is...that their bedroom?" she said.

"Yes. It's where he forced himself on me" said Zoe. "But it was even worse than that. He made me wear your mum's underwear while he rrrr...raped me."



"I don't believe it. I don't believe you" said Kat, dazed into denial.

"See for yourself" said Zoe. She sat there, thrilled almost to orgasm as the 18 year-old watched the video. In it, Kat could see Zoe on her hands and knees on her parents' bed. 








She looked a sorry, sweaty state. 

Her fabulous tits hung down, sweaty while her legs were splayed out with a pair of white satin panties pulled tight across her thighs, digging into her legs. 

Kat recognised the only other item Zoe was wearing straight away: the thick diamond choker that belonged to her grandmother and had been passed down to Jemma.

Kat saw her father towering over Zoe, his hand pulling her long brown hair tight, forcing his cock into her mouth. She looked around the bar, shocked at hearing her father moan with lust, before remembering she had headphones in. 





She heard him say "You've been a very bad girl haven't you?", as he slid his cock out of her mouth and looked down at her. 

Zoe took the phone back. "Don't watch any more. Don't do it to yourself." 

In fact she had hours of her and Sam on her phone from that weekend. 

The first day had been fun as she had dressed up in and then defiled Jemma's bridal underwear, but it was this second day that she had enjoyed the most. Pushing Sam past his limits, he had begun to freefall down to her level. 

Unbeknownst to the dumbstruck teen opposite her, Zoe's favourite few hours that weekend had actually been spent wearing Kat's school uniform. 

She had handcuffed Sam to the chair Kat sat at in her room to do her homework, making him wear a pair of Kat's silk panties. He had loathed this last line being crossed - in his daughter's room - this last vestige of his former life (before Kat had come to destroy it all).

Sam had been forced to watch as Zoe gave him a lapdance, feeling his cock straining against the silky material as she rode him, baiting him. 

"Suck my tits daddy" she had begged him, unbuttoning Kat's tight school shirt and burying his face in her pert 36DD breasts. He couldn't resist and had begun sucking and biting her nipples.

"Do me from behind daddy" she had pleaded in her little girl voice, mocking him. She stood up, looking back at him, pulling Kat's panties down slowly over her cheeks, watching his stiff wet cock sit bolt upright. 

She slowly lowered herself onto his cock, bouncing on top of him for minutes, making him gasp with her wet tightness.



"Now fuck my tits daddy" she had ordered, still wearing Kat's school skirt and hold-ups. While he titfucked her she had made him call Kat, smiling with glee at the feel of his cock between her breasts as she whispered obscenities at him while he spoke to his daughter.

Eventually, broken and half-mad with lust, Sam had fucked her up her arse on Kat's bed while Zoe screamed in pleasure. She thought the footage she had of this this might be a bit much for the girl right now. 

And would no doubt make her story of 'non-consensual hell' a little harder to sell. In reality the only person who had suffered during the weekend was Sam, as his affair burst its banks and engulfed his own, actual, life.

No, she needed to soften her up for the next stage. Not break her. Yet.

"But what about the phone call?" asked Kat, her voice trembling. Her whole world was crashing down around her ears.

"You might as well know the whole truth." said Zoe. She handed the phone over, and sat back. Her work was nearly done. 

Over the weekend he had gotten rougher with her and the sex had got much, much dirtier and it was this footage that she now showed the 18 year old. 

Shocked and flushed, Kat watched for minutes as her father talked to her mother on the phone while he slid his cock powerfully in and out of the cheeks of the woman sitting opposite her, a black leather belt tight around Zoe's neck. 

"I love you" she saw him say. "I've missed you" as she watched Zoe's head buried in a pillow, her panties pulled tight across her thighs, on her hands and knees as Sam calmly talked to Jemma, his cock thrusting deep inside Zoe's lubed-up arsehole. 

Despite being sexually precocious, Kat was still a stranger to anal sex. Dan had badgered her to try it, but she hadn't liked the idea. So she was even more shocked to feel herself starting to get wet at watching her own father be so sexually domineering and adventurous.

She was also angry. Furious at her father for what he had done to the poor woman sitting opposite her. And her own mother.

She watched him put the phone down then pull back hard on the belt, lifting Zoe's head up off the pillow. 

"Is this what you want? IS IT?" Sam screamed at her as he fucked her, dropping the belt now and grabbing her hips, thrusting harder and harder until he came, roaring with anger and shame at the end of a weekend that had seen him helplessly betray everything he had once cared for.

Zoe was pleased with her performance as the 'wronged' woman. Truth be told this had been at the end of a weekend of relentless fucking and even she had felt exhausted by the end of it. She knew she looked like a ragdoll on this footage, utterly at the mercy of Sam's rage and cock. It worked beautifully.

"This is why you don't come around any more - to see mum..." said Kat. 

Zoe bowed her head and nodded. "He told me if I ever talked to the police he'd hurt Jemma. And you. I couldn't take the chance of going to the police."

Kat shook with rage. "He's ruined your life. I'm so, so sorry".

Zoe looked up, defiant. "I'm not going to let him get away with it Kat. I've got a plan."

Kat stared at her. "What do you mean?"

"I think your father's been defrauding the agency. On a massive scale. If I can get hold of the files I need, I can prove it."

"So what's the problem?" 

"You know Joe Fucker don't you? The owner of the agency?"

Kat nodded, blushing slightly. She did indeed. She had had a crush on him since she was 14. A few years ago her family had attended a 'family' day for all the agency staff at the owner's mansion. 

Kat had made sure she got his attention by wearing her previous summer's tennis kit. Her mother and father had been furious when they caught up with her jiggling around the court as Joe's tennis partner. She had loved flirting with the much older man, but hadn't seen him in a few years.

"Well he has them locked up somewhere and I can't get to them." said Zoe. "It's made worse by the fact that his PA left last month and Joe's not found a replacement yet. So he's sticking his fingers into everything right now." 

Including the last PA, smiled Zoe to herself. 

"I couldn't get near those files if I wanted to. Unless I had someone helping me - someone who could temp for Joe - for the summer?" Zoe looked at Kat.

"It's a lot to ask Kat. Would you do it? You'd get him eating out of your hand, so I'd be able to get the evidence I need".

Kat stared at her, thinking. It would be fun to spend time with Joe again. Even if it did mean working for him. How hard could it be though? 

"I'm in" she said, with barely a moment's pause.

You certainly are, thought Zoe to herself, delighted that the evening had worked out so well. 

What a summer it would be.

[bianfuxia]

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[JEMMA]

One week after agreeing to help her friend Zoe, Kat sat nervously waiting in reception. The 18 year-old had come into town with her father for her first day at work in her summer job at his agency. 



Outwardly she was a drop-dead gorgeous, glossy-maned long black hair, 18 going on 23, and she looked quite demure, almost matronly for her first day at work. Her mother had helped her pick out her wardrobe and had been very clear on the need to look respectable. 

What Jemma didn't realise though, was that Zoe had taken her young protege underwear shopping a few days before she started work. 

The teenager had been flattered to be asked out on a 'girl's shopping trip - on me' and felt thoroughly grown-up and not a little thrilled to be looking through the racks of suspender belts in Agent Provocateur with her older friend. 

"Mum would never let me bring these home." grinned Kat as she held up a tiny pair of crotchless satin panties. 

Zoe looked at her from the other side of the underwear display. "Then it will be our little secret. Just don't tell her!" she laughed, and winked. "Your mum is going to find out that you're a big girl eventually" she smiled.

The pair had even shared a large changing room while Kat modelled the black satin panties, fishnet stockings, suspender belt and plunging satin bra for her friend. The new stilettos didn't hurt either. 

Zoe sat there, watching the curvy, coltish beauty in front of her and felt her pussy throb in anticipation of what Joe would say when she showed him the videos she had surreptitiously shot of Kat while she changed. 



She could imagine the look on his face as he saw the prize she was bringing him. Kat's glorious, large creamy breasts - perfect for his mouth and cock to defile. Her pouting mouth just waiting for his cock to claim as his own. And her incredible jutting arse, defying gravity as only a young woman's can. Crying out to be spanked and more. 

Much, much more.

Kat shifted on the leather sofa, her long slim legs encased in the new stockings, her thighs enjoying the feel of the fishnet and her pussy ever-so-slightly damp from the thrill of her brand new, tiny satin black panties. 

She looked down and smiled to herself, her full lips glistening as she unbuttoned her shirt slightly. The result was just the subtlest glimpse of her full, pert breasts beneath, and her perfect, luscious cleavage. 



She knew the effect her teenage body had on men and was half-curious to see how Joe would behave with her. 

If she was honest she was still processing the bombshell that her friend Zoe had landed on her a week ago. That her father - a man she trusted above all others - had taken Zoe against her will in Kat's own home. She could barely bring herself to look at him, but at Zoe's pleading had promised not to act differently towards him. 

What else could she do? Confront him? Tell her own father that she had seen him totally own and dominate the beautiful Zoe until he broke her? 

That she had watched a video on Zoe's phone in which she had seen him slide his cock down Zoe's throat while had talked to Kat on the phone? 



That deep down, somewhere she didn't like to think about, she had been horribly turned on while she watched? 

That for the last seven days she had fingered herself to shuddering, blinding orgasm each night while she dreamed of being violated, broken in and tamed by an older man?



She could feel herself getting wet now just thinking about it. On her knees before him. Totally obedient. Adoring. Staring up at him. 

She could almost taste a thick, sticky slab of cock resting itself against her lips, probing and pushing against her mouth, before she obeyed her master and welcomed it hungrily. 



Letting it slide down her throat again and again, surrendering against her will, letting him use her as his personal fuck doll until her new master climaxed and pumped his hot, sticky load down her throat, claiming her as his own.



She shifted in her seat again, flushed, feeling her wetness and nervously biting her lip.... ........!!!

[twinker2010]

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[JEMMA]

Exactly 48 metres away from where Kat sat, newly wet, was her new boss. Joseph Fucker was a happy man who was about to get even happier. The outright owner of his own agency, Joe didn't need to work any more. But he still loved the rush of selling the work and closing the deal. Being surrounded by drop-dead gorgeous 25 year-old women who always laughed at all his jokes didn't hurt either. 



He had mentally hired his Client Services Director Zoe Gorgeous on the spot when he saw her in reception a few months ago. She was in her mid-thirties (old by his standards) but she had the most spectacular tits he had ever seen. And he had seen some award-winning breasts. Married three times, he wasn't a man to let a little thing like a third wife stand in the way of having a good time. 

He had taken Zoe out to celebrate her hiring and she didn't disappoint. 

"What's your greatest achievement?" he had asked her towards the end of dinner, coked up now (he had a pretty regular, expensive habit) and pretty drunk. 

Zoe stared at him as he leered unashamedly at her plunging, creamy deep cleavage.





"Swallowing all 8 inches of my best friend's husband while he's on the phone to his wife," she said casually, smiling as he blinked twice quickly.



"Would you like me to show you?"

Joe nodded.

They had fucked all that weekend at his house, his own wife away with his teenage children. Joe was shocked how kinky Zoe's tastes seemed to be. He had always prided himself on his own deviance, but Zoe was something else. 

She seemed, above all, to get off on his betrayal of his wife. He found it thrilling when she offered to suck his cock while he rang his wife. He fucked Zoe's face while telling his wife what a boring weekend he was having on his own at home.



"Nothing much," he said to Sadie his wife, holding his phone as he watched Zoe slowly trail her tongue down his shaft and take his balls into her mouth.



On a coke binge on the Saturday night he had gabbled away his deepest, darkest fantasies to Zoe: his penchant for teenage girls and his love of domination and rough sex. 

Delighted, Zoe had suggested some role play and had offered to dress up as a schoolgirl. She dressed in thigh-high black fishnets, a tiny skirt, and tight, crisp white shirt. She had crawled over to him, pouting, while unzipping his trousers. He was both horrified and utterly aroused to see that she was wearing his own teenage daughter's uniform, her large breasts straining their way out of the smaller shirt.

"Fuck my bottom daddy," she had whispered to him, sucking hard on his 8-inch shaft. "I want you to feel your big cock in my tight, sweet arse," she had said, staring at him before he gave her what she wanted. 





He put a collar round her neck, taken from his personal collection, and leashed her with a chain that he attached to her collar, wrapping the other end round his fist and taking her on all fours on his bed.



That was when, his cock deep, deep inside her arse, she had talked about her plan. About how she could 'gift wrap' him a present. "Someone you'll like," she had said, purring as she bent over and ground her hips into his cock until, bucking and moaning, Joe pulled hard on the leash as he came inside her.



The plan the pair had made that night was about to begin unfolding and Joe had been hard for hours just thinking about it....

Breaking him from his reverie, his intercom crackled into life: "Kat's here for her first day Mr Fucker."

He smiled.

He ushered the teenager into his large, corner office, with its plush sofas and floor-to-ceiling windows. As the statuesque 5ft 10inches of his summer temp walked by him, he had to restrain himself from throwing her over his desk and forcing himself on her there and then. 

There would be plenty of time for that. 

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He stared at her. Zoe was right, she was perfect. Tall, with long legs and large, firm breasts that defied gravity as only a teenager's can. He could see a glimpse of her deep cleavage and had to stop daydreaming about sliding his cock into it.





He looked at her and smiled. "Kat, I think we met a few years ago at my house didn't we? I have to say I didn't recognise you. You were a very striking teenager when we last met but you've grown up rather wonderfully".

He was awful. He knew it. Fuck it. He was the boss and soon enough he would be saying much much worse to her. And she'd be loving it.



"Yes, we played tennis together didn't we?" smiled Kat, with the hint of a blush on her cheeks. She had been a flirty, confident 14 year-old who was just realising the effect her body was having on men around her. 

She'd deliberately worn a too-tight tennis outfit, with an obscenely short skirt and had pranced around the court with her doubles partner Joe, taking great delight in bending over slowly right in front of the net (and him) when it was his turn to serve.

Kat was looking round his office at its sofas and huge windows. Joe's office was high up on the top floor of the building, at the end of the 'executive' corridor, away from the hurly-burly of the office. For a moment she couldn't help think that it was slightly smaller than she expected it to be. 

"Ah yes, of course. Now I remember." His smile broadened. "I don't think I've ever served so badly in my life as I did that day. Can't think why."



Kat saw the twinkle in his eye that she remembered from the tennis and was thrilled to see it there four years later. "I'll make sure you don't get too distracted now." she giggled.

"I'm just so pleased that you've agreed to help me out over the summer while we conduct a full executive search for my new PA," he said. "I hope I can make it a fun few months for you".

He idly visualised her in his hidden room next door, down on the floor on all fours, wearing only fishnets, his hands on her hips, grinding his cock deep into her tight, wet, teenaged pussy. 







While he made her father watch.

Patience, he thought. Patience.

"Let me show you around," he said. "I'm really keen to get you started".

The morning went in a blur of new names and faces for Kat. She was surprised and touched that Joe made the time to show her around the building himself. She was also surprised how tactile he was. He was constantly touching her, his hand on her back or arm. Occasionally she would feel his hand on her bottom, guiding her as they left a lift. She liked it, although it made her nervous. What would people think?

The tour finished, she settled into her new position in the office that sat as an entrance to his. She tried to look as if she knew what she was doing.

"I'm taking you to lunch today," he emailed her, later that morning. "I want to get to know you better before we get down to business this afternoon". 

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She smiled to herself. She had him eating out of her hand. He'd be easy enough to distract with a little flirting here and there, while Zoe gathered the evidence she needed to indict her father.

This was the kind of working day she could get used to. What had Zoe said? That Joe was hard to work for? She couldn't understand why.

Lunch was in a restaurant nearby. The kind that Kat had rarely been to in her life. Quiet and refined waiters topped up her glass several times by a very attentive Joe, until her head was spinning. 

She liked this man. She liked the attention he was paying her. 

"So how old are you again? I've no idea," lied Joe. 

"I'm 18," said Kat. "I've got one more year of school left and then university. My boyfriend, Dan, he wants me to apply to the same places he's going to."

"Why's that Kat?" asked Joe. "Does he want to keep tabs on you?" 

Kat blushed. A year older than her, Dan could be domineering and pushy. A year ago when they had started dating she was delighted to be picked out by the first rugby captain as she and all her friends all fancied him.

"He's a bit nervous yes," she giggled. "We're going out for dinner tonight so I can tell him all about my first day."

"I can understand that." Joe said softly, watching Kat's face blush. "You're an incredibly attractive woman. I'd want to take you out for dinner too." He allowed his eyes to break contact with hers and gaze at her breasts as he carried on talking.

"Although to be honest, if you were my girlfriend I think I'd probably keep you chained up so no-one else could look at you."

Kat shifted in her seat, suddenly aware of that shirt button she had loosened. What was she supposed to say to that? Part of her was appalled by the sexism and mortified by the idea of him even saying it out loud. But at the back of her mind she quite liked being so flagrantly desired by a man older than her own father. 



"What does your father think you should do?" he said.

"Sam?" Kat almost spat the word out, before remembering that Zoe had begged her "not to act differently" around anything to do with her father. 

She was still processing the rage she felt on watching his depraved fucking of Zoe. She hadn't been able to look at her school uniform since seeing Zoe dressed in it, on her hands and knees, with her father's cock buried deep in her arse, riding her hard.







"Not getting on?" chuckled Joe. Knowing damn well why they weren't. He never ceased to be shocked by how much of a kink Zoe could get off on. He loved the twisted stories she'd told him of what she'd done to Sam that weekend. Pumping him full of viagra and making him fuck her over and over. 

How they'd spent most of the second day in Kat's bedroom, defiling her sheets, Zoe wearing her clothes, teasing and taunting Sam into calling her by his daughter's name and finally sodomising her while her mouth was stuffed with Kat's panties, dressed in her school uniform. Warming him up for what was still to come.



"You could say that." smiled Kat thinly. 

"That's a real shame," said Joe, smiling at her. "I'm a firm believer that a girl always needs her daddy."

"Now listen," he continued. "You're going to be here all summer and I know that HR talked to you about the need to dress properly. You have an important job and it's absolutely crucial you look the part."

Uh-oh, thought Kat. She was already in trouble for not looking the part?

"So let me take you out shopping this afternoon. 
He grinned. "And I always like my girls to look the part."

[kormasang]

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[JEMMA]

Two bottles of wine later they left the restaurant.

Kat skipped out on Joe's arm, light-headed from the chablis he had been pouring down her throat for the past two hours. Walking down the street together she smiled to herself - what did they look like? 

Joe steered Kat into his favourite department store, known for their private shopper facilities and their discretion. Taking the lift up to the top floor he looked at Kat, his cock stiff with lust, and tried not to tear her clothes off in the elevator. 



The pair of them tumbled giggling out of the lift, Kat steadying herself on Joe's arm as he put it round her and casually felt her bottom. Christ it felt good, he thought. She felt his hand roaming freely across her buttocks. "Hey! Cheeky!" she laughed, slapping him away.

The personal shopper was a matronly-looking older woman who Joe didn't recognise and she peered at them. 

"We're here to get this one kitted out in the season's finest," said Joe, his hand resting firmly again on Kat's arse. This time she let him keep it there.

"Certainly sir," beamed the woman. "And is this your daughter?"

Snooty cow, thought Joe. Where was the usual compliant bint they had on staff here?

"That's right," he smiled back. "Isn't it Kitty Kat?"

She looked at him. So this was how he wanted to play it?



"Yes daddy," she said, smiling back at him. She leant in against him and pecked his cheek, pressing her large tits against his chest. 

The first few outfits Kat came out in were what he liked his PAs to wear. It was why he usually offered a clothing allowance - it gave him the control he needed. 

She looked phenomenal; her curves poured into short skirts and tight white shirts. Kat could feel his eyes on her. All over her. She could see that the older woman overseeing them was a little uneasy. Which was kind of fun. Stuck-up bitch.



"What do you think of this?" she pouted, holding a glass of the complimentary MOET they had begun drinking as soon as they had arrived in the store's exclusive 'concierge' lounge. 

Kat was wearing a tight red wrap dress, standing over him as he sat outside her changing room. She bent forward and put her hands on his knees, giving him a clear view of her cleavage.

"I like it a lot...baby," he grinned wolfishly, enjoying the charade they were both now relishing in front of the department store employee.



"It's for tonight. For my date with Dan" she said, watching him stare helplessly at her tits. She had him in her spell. Or so she thought. 

"Lucky boy," whistled Joe.

"Will you buy it for me...daddy?" she smiled.

Joe smiled back. "Of course honey. On one condition: you let daddy buy you something to wear underneath it as well. I can't have my girl going out without any panties on, now can I?" 

Kat felt again that sensation of shame and arousal. She knew this was deeply fucked up, that this old guy clearly wanted to fuck her brains out. But mixed in was her own private fantasy of wanting to let him do it. Of being taken and dominated by an older man. 

"I'll take your daughter for a fitting and then show her some of our lingerie ranges," the store assistant said, clearly relieved to be interrupting the strange, charged atmosphere.



"No," Joe said firmly, putting his hands on Kat's hips and staring up at her. "We'll choose it together. Daddy wants to see what her boyfriend gets to enjoy."

"Of course sir" said the assistant, her face flushing all the way up to her greying roots.

"And you don't need a fitting do you baby?" Joe said. He ran his hands down her thighs. "Tell the nice lady how large those fantastic tits are. Come on, don't be shy."



"I'm a 36DD," said Kat to the woman, starting to feel wet between her thighs, turned on by the ownership that Joe had established and enjoying the twisted roleplay. This would definitely be her little secret. She might tell her friend Zoe. But definitely, 100% not her mum, or her boyfriend. As for her dad. Well, she had a new daddy now. And he was handing over his credit card to the flustered employee.

"Does Dan like you in stockings?" asked Joe, sitting back now, enjoying every moment. "That's what you're wearing today, right? And suspenders?"

Kat flushed and nodded. The naughty shopping trip with Zoe. She'd loved the feel of the tight black satin against her pussy all day. And her bare thighs above the stockings. It felt like she was keeping a secret all day. 

Joe smiled. "Why don't you take that dress off for me and show the nice lady what you're hiding? Show her what she's working with?"

Her head spinning from the alcohol and (unbeknownst to her) the Rohypnol (Date drug) that was mixed in with it, Kat started to slip out of her wrap dress, much to Joe's enjoyment.



Joe sat back, grinning, looking up and down at his prize, a voluptuous teen goddess with the best body he'd ever seen. 

"What do you think daddy?" whispered Kat, standing in front of her new boss in her underwear, increasingly feeling as if she was having an out of body experience. 







"I love these stockings baby" said Joe, caressing her thighs gently. He ran his hand gently up her inside thigh until his fingers reached her suspender belt. The store employee stared, transfixed, as she watched one of the store's best customers slide his fingers between Kat's thighs and begin to finger her through her panties. 

[swordfish2006]

Good efforts, keep it up. Upz

Fish

[JEMMA]

Joe could feel Kat wetness between her legs. Her panties were soaking. After a minute or so of near-silence, punctuated only by Kat's quiet moaning, he pulled her down onto his lap. He kept his right hand between her slicked thighs.





"Do you want me to call Dan for you?" said Joe, softly, kissing her neck now. 

"Shall we cancel those plans? I have a much better idea. Come out with me tonight. I'm meeting Zoe."

Kat nodded. She couldn't quite believe what was happening. She couldn't seem to deny this older man anything. The part of her mind that was still lucid was aware that this was all part of her and Zoe's plan to keep Joe 'occupied' and out of the office so that Zoe could get the dirt she needed on her own father. But never in her wildest dreams, or nightmares, did she think this was the plan.



"You call him now," said Joe, almost whispering in her ear. "Tell him you've got to work late."

So her first day at work in her new summer job she called her boyfriend to cancel on him while she sat on a millionaire's lap as he slipped his fingers inside her pussy and nearly brought her to climax while she lied to Dan about needing to work late. 







"Will I see you tomorrow night?" she heard her boyfriend say in her ear as Joe ran his other hand over her breasts and placed it gently around her throat, running his tongue up her neck and into her other ear.

"Tell him daddy says he's a very lucky man," Joe whispered, winking over at the ashen-faced store assistant who was sat watching the whole encounter, unable to prevent any of it.





As if in a dream, Kat finished her conversation. And then Joe pulled her in and plunged his tongue hungrily into Kat's mouth, kissing her hungrily as though inhaling her.

"Well done baby" Joe said, once he'd finished. "Now daddy wants to get out of here and have some fun with you."

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[JEMMA]

An hour later, Kat sipped her champagne nervously. Everywhere she looked in the dark room, she could see practically-naked girls about her age, writhing only feet away from men about Joe's age. 



"We're meeting Zoe here?" she said. A strip club? What the hell would her friend make of this? 

Joe squeezed her hand and smiled at her. "Let's go somewhere a little more private, shall we?"

Joe could feel his rock-hard cock throbbing as he led Kat to one of the small VIP rooms, and poured her another glass of champagne.

"I come here a lot," he smiled at Kat. "It's one of the reasons my last wife left me. My current wife doesn't know about it. Yet."

He put his hand on her thigh. "You're going to like it here though. Eventually."

Two twin girls with large breasts entered their booth just then, walking up to Joe wearing the highest heels Kat had ever seen, seamed white fishnet stockings and white lace chokers. That was it. They looked about Kat's age, perhaps a year or two older.







"Hello daddy," they purred at Joe, their lip gloss sparkling under the club lights. The pair straddled him, one on each leg, as though Kat was invisible, and pushed their quite large, very firm young breasts into his face, unbuttoning his shirt, running their hands through his hair. 

The three clearly knew each other. Joe's hands roamed up and down the girls' bodies - whatever rules about touching might hold outside, it was clear that anything went in this part of the club.





In shock, and bright-red with embarrassment, Kat got up to leave, to get away, but couldn't find her feet. Staggering, she sat back down. How much had she drunk today? Who were these girls? Why were they calling him 'daddy'? She couldn't believe how jealous this last fact had made her.

She sat there for what felt like minutes, her head spinning, as Joe seemed to devour the girls on top of him. She watched, transfixed, as they put their large breasts in his mouth.





It was as though Kat wasn't there, for all the notice Joe took of her. A tiny voice in her head wanted to know why he wasn't paying her more attention but mainly she just felt disgusted for sitting there watching her new boss enjoying himself. 

"Come here baby - it's your turn," he heard her say after what felt like an age. She opened her eyes. The girls had gone and Joe clearly expected her to oblige. Joe pulled her head towards his mouth, but she shook her head, still angry at what she'd just seen. 



"Oh yes that's right" said Joe smiling, his voice suddenly hardening. "I forgot. You still think you're here for a reason, don't you?" 

He stood up, towering over her. Kat was suddenly aware of the loud, grinding R'n'B soundtrack in the club.



"You're here because you think you can help Zoe turn up evidence on your father, aren't you?" he said, smiling broadly now, all pretence dropped, the coke he'd taken earlier now kicking in, making him more aggressive.

Shocked now, the girl shook her head, her entire mind spinning like a top.

"Don't lie Kitty Kat," he said, as he started to take the thick, black leather belt off his trousers.

"Yes," Kat heard another voice now, a woman's. It was familiar. Horribly familiar.

"Don't lie."

Crawling towards them on all fours was Zoe. But not as Kat had ever seen her before. 

She was naked apart from the red satin panties and bra that she had bought with Kat earlier in the week. She was also wearing the glossiest, reddest lipstick that Kat had ever seen.

Joe sat down next to her as Kat watched on in horror. Zoe crawled towards them, a wicked smile on her face. 



Joe leaned over to Kat and wrapped his belt around her neck, pulling her in towards him and sliding his tongue deep into her ear.

"Say yes to your daddy", he murmured. 

Kat tried to shake her head, but she found that she couldn't. 

"You see," said Zoe, crawling up until she was between Kat's legs, and pushing them apart, Kat's skirt rising up against her thighs, showing off her stockings, "Your new daddy already knows all about Sam being naughty."



She pushed Kat's skirt up around her waist and sat back, staring hungrily at the girl's small, black, satin panties and stockings.



"It's thousands, you see," whispered Joe in her ear, his tongue probing while he talked. "But I've agreed that you can work off Sam's debt. It shouldn't take more than a few months."

[JEMMA]

Kat watched in horror as Zoe looked up at her and bent her head low and began to run her tongue firmly and slowly up and down the girl's clit through her panties. It felt delicious. 

"A few months of what?" Kat managed to say, her head swimming and her pussy throbbing.

"A few months of being my little girl" said Joe. "Of learning to beg for daddy's cock."

"Nnnnoooo," said Kat, horrified. "I won't."

Joe pulled hard on the belt, yanking her face towards his. 

"You fucking WILL, baby girl," he whispered softly. "Unless you want to go to prison along with your father."

"It gets better," smiled Zoe, coming up for air. "I lied about your father. I seduced him. I love fucking him. I love feeling him spunk in my mouth as he talks to you on the phone. I've been doing it for months."







"That weekend I told you about? I picked out your mother's bridal panties and I made him fuck me in them. It was sensational. He fucked me up the arse while I made him call you both and tell you he loved her." 

Zoe drove her tongue deeply, expertly into Kat's clit, causing tendrils of joy to sneak up into the teenager's mind along with revulsion at what she was hearing. 



She looked up, "Although, the best sex we had all that weekend you were away was in your room, funnily enough." 

"I fucked him wearing your school outfit. In your panties. On your bed. He called me by your name. He loved it. He loved fucking you."



Kat watched, helpless, as Joe began to show her a video on his phone.

It was shot in her bedroom. Hers. Kat's. In it, Kat could see Zoe straddling Sam on her bed, forcing her tits into his mouth and slowly grinding up and down on him. 





She was wearing what looked like Kat's own school uniform and purring down at him as he sucked her tits "That's it daddy. Fuck your kitty-kat. Fuck me hard and slow." 

"He made me wear your uniform all day. He came all over my face that time" giggled Zoe. "Naughty boy. We had to get your blazer dry-cleaned so you wouldn't know."







So it was all lies, thought Kat, her shoulders slumping. All this, a deception aimed at what? Tears streamed down Kat's face as Joe tightened the belt round her throat and pulled her over to him.