This is a work of fiction, all characters are over eighteen years of age.
Bex came home from work to see a strange car in the driveway. Once inside she greeted her Daddy and the stranger seated next to him at the kitchen table. He was a handsome man, olive skinned and dark eyed.
"Bex honey, I'd like you to meet Tim. He's an old buddy of mine from back in the day. Tim, this is my daughter Bex!" Daddy had stood and was beaming with pride at his daughter. She was a beauty after all, only five feet tall but perfectly proportioned with a sexy figure and warm smile.
Tim stood to greet her. He was a barrel chested five foot ten with salt-and-pepper hair. He held out a hand for a shake but Bex instinctively drew him in for a hug. "It's a pleasure to meet you Tim," Bex murmured as they embraced, her warm breath tickling his neck. She pressed her firm titties against him and leaned into the hug.
Tim felt himself responding to this sexy little number and willed his erection down. This was his buddy's daughter! Sure she looked like sex on a stick, and he hadn't exactly been swimming in pussy lately, but respect came first.
The three of them moved into the living room and Bex fixed everyone a drink. She sat across from Daddy so she could watch as the two men talked. It was clear they had some sort of special bond, going back many years. She enjoyed hearing about her Daddy from the perspective of one of his friends as well.
Tim excused himself to use the restroom. Daddy gave Bex a conspiratorial look and his evil smile. Daddy had set up a surprise for his friend. Tonight he would share his daughter with his most trusted friend. He had discussed it with her before hand and Bex was all too happy to help.
"Tim did me a huge favor" was all he would say whenever Bex asked about it. "It was long ago, sure, but without his help I wouldn't be where I am today."
Bex knew that pestering him about it would only be bad for her sex life so she reluctantly dropped it.
"And you're sure it's not risky, telling him about our relationship?" Bex was understandably concerned but Daddy just repeated, "Trust me, Tim's no squealer."
When Tim came back from the restroom Daddy was gone, leaving his stunning daughter. She strutted over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Standing on tiptoe she gave him a passionate open mouthed kiss!
Bex was pressing against him, Tim was finally kissing her back, his hands running all over her tight body. "It's okay, Daddy's waiting for us upstairs. Come on," she urged. She could feel his dick swelling against his pants. She took his hand and led him up the stairs.
Daddy was waiting outside the master suite. "Tim, you did me right all those years ago, and I've never forgotten. I kinda heard by accident that you're a kinky bastard like me. So tonight, I want you to share my sex slave with me. She's looking forward to it, man. Whadda ya say?"
Tim looked at Bex. Her eyes were bright, she was almost vibrating she was so excited, and damn she was fine. Rather than answer in words he grabbed Bex and kissed her hungrily. Daddy smiled and opened the bedroom doors wide.
Soon the three were naked on the king sized bed. Tim was amazed when Daddy had pulled out a collar, leash and paddle from the nightstand, as if it was an every day thing! Maybe it was for them, he thought, and his cock grew another degree harder.
Bex was kneeling on the bed in front of him, head down, knees together. She held up her hands, in her palms was the collar and leash. Tim looked over at Daddy and said, "You sure? This is a big thanks, man."
