It was getting complicated trying to keep Amber satisfied. It's not the bad kind of complicated where it gets too much to handle and such, but it's the complicated where there is a plethora of information to keep track of. Let me explain.
Amber is the "daughter" of nine "daddies" from the sleepy college town we live in. These nine business men put their money and resources together to help support Amber's lifestyle while she is in college. In exchange, she is their sexual plaything for a limited time during the week. So between her college classes, Amber gets to spend three hours with each "daddy". Normally, this is complicated by itself.
Then there's me.
I am a professional photographer by rights. That's how I started in this story. I was invited by my best friend, Dan, to his bar to take pictures of the debauchery. It was tame for my taste, but a favor is a favor. As the previous stories show, that's how I met Amber and we started fucking.
So if you take the time Amber is in class, add the time she is with her daddies, and subtract from a week, you have an idea how much time Amber has for me. So we make every moment count, especially since I am the only one who makes her cum. It turns out with all the Daddy/Daughter stuff; I am the only one who treats her the way she wants. She loves being a real slut. She loves the way we do things compared to the vanilla antics with her other suitors. So it is no wonder that she has to fake a social life just to justify where she is most of the time.
Bruce Parker owns the motel that Amber lives in most of the time when she is servicing her daddies. It was there we almost had a second close call. Ironically, it started with Bruce. Bruce is not really a friend of mine at all, but he was a friend of Dan's. It was that premise that starts out our close call. I received a call from Bruce while Amber was in class.
"Charles, my name is Bruce Parker. I want to arrange a photo session with you."
"Sure, Mr. Parker, when would you like to come to my studio?"
"Actually, do you provide location shoots?"
I paused for dramatic effect as I guessed what Bruce was up to. "I can, Sir, but I usually charge a fee since I'd have to move my equipment."
"That's fine. Are you familiar with the Hideaway Motel off of Colchester?"
"I had my buddies stay there a while ago for a bachelor party. Very fine place to relax."
"Good, I have a...tenant... who wants to be photographed and I agreed to pay for it. Is that a problem?"
"No, Sir. I can even make sure you get the memory card so that you have the only copies."
"That won't be necessary. Did you do a photo shoot at Daniel Webster's bar a month ago?"
Now I knew what he wanted. "That was a beautiful coed. She was a very good model except I didn't get to keep the pictures. She actually came over and took the memory card and I just received it back empty."
"She is the tenant. She's a local college student and she wanted to have some professional pictures for possible future endeavors. I volunteered to pay for them."
"Mr. Parker, just let me know the time to be there and I will arrive and take the pictures you desire as well as be discreet."
I had no reason to be discreet. It was a known fact that Bruce Parker was a divorced sack of shit. I think the only reason Dan had him involved was because the other motel owners were married folks who were kind of fanatical Christians. Bruce had no problem using a room for a slut.
"Great, she'll be ready for the shoot around 10 AM Saturday. Will that be a problem?"
Apparently, Bruce likes morning sex...or maybe he gets Amber whenever he wants to when the other guys aren't there and she's not at school. No idea really, not that I care. Saturday worked for me.
"Okay Mr. Parker. I will need her to consent though prior to me taking pictures. I don't need a lawsuit."
"It'll be no problem. See you then, Charles."
I started looking at the Excel Spreadsheet I put together for keeping track of Amber's obligation, as I call it. By this time, I discovered that Dan had her Saturday Afternoons which made sense because his wife usually volunteered at the church on Saturday afternoons. Bruce had the Saturday morning slot. Only seven more schedule slots to discover.
I don't want you to think I was going to look for dirt on these men. I really didn't care what Amber did with them. However, by checking when each daddy had time with her, I could see when she might try to visit so I'd be ready. So no accusations of stalking.
Amber walked in a few hours later with books in hand, wearing conservative school clothes. It was after she put her books down that I noticed her blouse was open. I walked over and looked at her before she looked at me.
"Daddy, can I have some cum please?" she asked in her little girl voice.
"Not yet, slut," I responded in my Dom voice. "I want you to raise your skirt and bend over the couch. I owe you a spanking."
"But Dadddyyyyy....what did I do?" she whined.
Quickly, I pushed her over the arm of the couch and raised her skirt to find no panties. So far, this was perfect. I raised my hand back and slapped her ass once.
"One," she counted.
I spanked again and she counted. We kept repeating that until we reached twenty spanks. It was then I spread her ass apart and slid my cock inside. She started cooing at the attention as my cock penetrated her ass. It was the one hole in her body I knew I had a good chance of having to myself since the other guys never did anal. It turned out Amber loved anal. It didn't take long for my cum to explode in her ass before Amber turned and obediently cleaned off my cock.
