Typical over the top story. Way, way, over the top. The story is sorta a follow up to another story, but it can be stand alone too. Try to remember, it's a fantasy. Now for legal shit. Everyone is over eighteen. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead or undead is purely ridiculous. Please be nice in your comments. There is a bit of incest in the story, sort of. Not one cuckold. No BTB. No RAAC. A little lesbian activity. There is sex. Lots of sex. There is some interracial sex. You have been warned.
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Be Careful What You Pray For
The ride home always took forever. The odometer said it was twenty miles, and in truth it was just shy of thirty minutes driving time, but it felt like hours to me. I owned my own business, but it sure felt like the business owned me! It had been a week since I was home, and sixteen hour days with work and hard negotiations or tough confrontations every day... It just took a toll. I needed some rest. Sleep would be so welcome.
I went into my house stripped, showered and was asleep in bed in just minutes. I must have slept several hours. I dreamt very vivid dreams.
I awoke to sounds of a party going on. At my house, around my pool. Too bad I wasn't invited. My boom box was sounding a soulful song about purple rain, as the singer, formerly known as Prince, gave it his best shot.
My head ached, and I felt so exhausted. I was thirsty and I had to piss. So, I pissed in my bathroom, downed a glass of water, took an ibuprofen, and splashed my face.
I got up, put on my robe, and walked back to the pool through the sliding glass doors. The sunshine hurt my eyes, but I was aware there were a half a dozen beautiful naked, or near naked women either in the pool, or on the lounge chairs working on their tans. Two girls were charcoal black, so I don't think their tans needed any help. They were all drop dead gorgeous.
"Hi Mr Hartman!", said one, "Hello Stan," said another, "Hey Stan, how are you?", "Oh my my, it's Super Stan. Mmmm," and lastly, "Hi Stan the Man! How's it hangin'?". Followed by giggling. One of the girls said nothing.
"Hi beautiful girls. Teresa, no hello?" I looked at the one girl I knew was a lesbian, even though she had tried to fuck me to death on more than one occasion. So I suppose that the correct designation would be bi-sexual. She did seem to enjoy fucking my cock, although I knew for a fact that her preferences leaned heavily towards women.
"Sorry Mr Hartman, Hi! I'd like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Sheila Sanders. She just turned nineteen about a month ago, and uh... She was thinking about your special treatment that you gave all of us... Shit, I wouldn't mind a repeat of that great performance myself! I told her all about you, but she's a little... scared." Teresa told me, as her girlfriend looked absolutely terrified.
"Hi Sheila, listen to me. I have no agenda here. I will not do anything you don't want to do. You are free to NOT do anything, if you don't want to. Don't worry about me, and don't let them push you into doing something that you are not ready or willing to do. These girls can't seem to resist the temptation to jump all over me, I don't know why. We have a great time, and a lot of fun, but I surely don't want to hurt anyone. Do you know what I mean? By the way, you are very pretty...You can also use the pool whenever you want to. Just bring a towel and suntan lotion. The girls will show you around. It's a real pleasure to meet you." I extended my hand to the cute blonde haired girl, and she hugged me instead.
She had a few tears in her eyes. Happy or sad, I was not sure. She smelled wonderful, like apple blossoms. Her breasts were a bit small, but they were perfectly formed, and topped with big puffy nipples. Her hard nipples poked into my chest when she hugged me. My cock hardened instantly. She felt my erection I'm sure.
"Thank you Mr Hartman. I have something to discuss with you later, in private, if that's ok with you? Thanks for the invite, and the pep talk. I want to get... Well, Ah... I'LL tell you later, ok?" Sheila kissed me full on my lips. Her lips were plump and so wonderfully soft and supple. I couldn't help thinking what they would feel like wrapped around my hard cock. I was just completely stunned.
These beautiful creatures all had one thing in common. They were all friends of my exquisitely beautiful daughter, who was currently on the other side of the country, partaking in the joys of higher education. She was very angry with me, although she had yet to verbalize just what the hell I had done to merit her very angry wrath. I suppose I should be the first one to call, being that I was an adult... allegedly.
There was much evidence of my lack of maturity, lots of evidence. Oh well, I yam what I yam, to quote Popeye. So I'm immature. Nobody is perfect!
I missed my daughter terribly, and I wanted to call her and hash things out. I guess that we would get this emotionally unpleasant situation resolved one way or another. I put it off another day. I would have to clear the air sooner or later, but not today.
I also missed her BFF Gretchen. She and I had a sexual liaison that turned out to be love, at least for me. After three months, she just vanished, leaving me a confusing note that she had to leave, she was going back to school, it was all over, and all her fault. WTF?? I had never got a chance to respond. I called her mom, who I had had a little tryst with, and she acted like I had Ebola, or like I was the devil incarnate. No help or information was forthcoming from her, ever. She wanted me dead!
I wanted to find out what I had done, or not done, but I had given up any hope on that relationship. I wanted to follow up to get some kind of closure. At least I could apologize for my behavior. Find out what I had done. I must have done something.
