Depraved Relations Pt 01

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DEPRAVED RELATIONS

Part 01

~~ ALAN ~~

chapter 01

"Good morning, lover."

Carrie's voice possessed a deep, sensual resonance that never failed to send shivers down my spine. I always believed it was part of what made her such a formidable force in real estate. As I turned from the sizzling bacon to her sleepy, alluring smile, I said, "I don't know how you can be so sexy first thing in the morning."

She picked up the coffee pot and poured the steaming brew into one of the handcrafted pottery mugs she had made for me. "You're biased," she smiled, hoisting herself up onto the edge of the granite counter.

The short, white silk robe she wore parted in the middle as she settled, the delicate fabric teasingly catching on her puffy, dark nipples. The silk belt hung loosely, dangling between her spread thighs, intensifying her effortless sensuality.

"Are you ready to eat?" I plated the eggs and bacon.

"Mmm," she hummed.

"You're insatiable, you know." I slowly pulled the silky belt between her legs and watched her blue eyes darken. Her head tipped, and thick auburn waves cascaded down her back. I trailed the silk between her wet folds. She caught her lip between her teeth as the sensuous fabric teased her clit. "I decided I am hungry - for you."

I pulled her thighs over my shoulders. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts high. Silken hair trailed on the cool granite. She moaned when I buried my face between her legs. Her scent was intoxicating, wetness sweet. I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue. She hooked her heels on the counter edge, opening them wider to me. Her sweetness flowed like thick honey, and I lapped it up while I pinched and twisted her hardened nipples until she came to a shuddering orgasm.

"Oh my god, I'm going to miss you, Alan."

"I know, I know, it'll go fast." I hope.

"I would try to talk you out of it if I were staying in town, but I'll be in California at my brother's, so you got lucky." She slid down and wrapped her arms around me. "I still think your daughter would understand. Audrey is an adult now. I get that it's hard to imagine since you haven't seen her in ten years."

Carrie worked nonstop in her real estate business because it was the most successful RE firm in this state area. She had also begun flipping houses, which is how we met. She made an appointment with my office and came in asking for advice, claiming that, as one of the top developers in Florida, I would be the man to talk to. We found a lot in common, and I was able to offer some guidance. Then, one day, she came behind my desk, sat on my lap, and our libidos took over.

She rubbed her mound against my throbbing erection. "I feel enough of a perv that you're so much younger than me. I don't know what she'll think about it," I said, pulling her close.

"Yeah, yeah, we've been over it. Let's go shower. You leave for the airport soon."

While I laid my clothing out, Carrie prepared the shower. My cock had rested, but the sight of her luscious body through the steamy shower glass aroused me again.

Carrie was petite with medium-sized breasts but proportioned perfectly. Overseeing a chain of local yoga studios and RE kept her in shape and flexible. And she was limber—amazingly flexible—knock my socks off flexible.

I stepped in, and she rubbed her ass on my cock. "Now, babe, I need it now."

I quickly slipped inside her. She bent at the waist, and I reached under her to fondle her tits. Her nipples were hard, long, and extremely sensitive. She was insatiable, and it made me feel like I was eighteen years younger, which happened to be the same as our age difference. Carrie was the shot in the self-esteem I needed.

"Fuck me," she growled, riding back hard on my cock. Her cunt pulsed hard, squeezing and driving me into an orgasm along with her.

It was going to be a long, dry summer, I lamented.

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~~ AUDREY ~~

chapter 02

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The clouds over Tampa were wisps of white that seemed to mar the sky's deep blue. The plane banked over the Gulf, offering shades of blue out farther and an ethereal green closer to the land as the sand was closer to the surface. The plane descended, and the specks on the beach became visible as people. Round yellow, green, red, and white dots provided shade from the sizzling summer sun for the beachgoers.

Dad waited in the cell phone lot. I hadn't seen him since graduating high school. I moved to California for college and got recruited by a branch of the government before I even finished college. I always had high clearance and could not discuss my job or what I did. My vacations were spent overseas, and they usually involved work. I didn't mind. I loved the challenge.

When the opportunity to teach what I do came up in Florida, I was excited to catch up with my Dad simultaneously. He didn't want me driving across the country and insisted I fly since he had an extra car for my use. He was—as he put it—a small-time developer in Florida. I knew better. Everything he did, he was hugely successful at.

Growing up, he was a home builder. At the end of the build, he would tour me, and each home became larger and more elaborate. It was apparent that he was moving up in the business.

I was nearly giddy to see him. He had been my sole parent since my Mom walked out on us when I was a baby. Now, with age, I can see that it was a tough challenge for him to pick up being a mom and a dad, but it was all so smooth. I don't remember my Mom, and you don't miss what you never had, so I never felt deprived.

He took off work for school functions and never missed a parent-teacher meeting, a date, or a dance. I asked him to help me choose my prom dress and talked to him about my boyfriends. He even taught me how to use the sewing machine and sent me to learn sewing. He was everything to me. He put his life aside to raise me.

As soon as I stepped onto the Sky Bridge, the oppressive Florida humidity hit me like a hot, wet towel in the face. Growing up here, I was prepared: my blonde hair was twisted up, and cotton clothing would be most comfortable. California could be hot, but never this kind of humidity.

My excitement built as I traversed the Tampa airport toward baggage. I'd call him as soon as I'd picked up my luggage. I probably brought more than I should have, but I needed work clothes and leisure. I hadn't had much leisure time, so I looked forward to that.

The delicious smell of the Colombian restaurant reminded me that I wanted to visit the original one in Ybor before returning. I needed to get my fill of Cuban food while I was here. I laughed to myself, my mouth watering at the thought of a Cuban sandwich right about now, Tampa style, of course.

The baggage carousel was ahead, and I upped my pace.

"Audrey!"

I stopped and looked around. It was Dad's voice, but I didn't see him. "Honey, I wanted to surprise you and meet you at the airport."

I blinked, realizing I had walked right by him. A decade had passed since I'd last seen him, and I never imagined I wouldn't recognize him instantly. "Dad?" I called out, my voice a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

"Yeah, honey," he laughed, his familiar warm chuckle washing over me. "I guess I've changed quite a bit since you last saw me!"

"Yeah, like a hundred pounds less of you?!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening as I took in his transformed appearance. Without hesitation, I threw my arms around his neck, and he enveloped me in a firm embrace. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I cried and blubbered like a child, oblivious to the bustling crowd swarming around us. At that moment, nothing else mattered; it was indescribably comforting to be back in my Dad's arms again.

"Let's get your luggage and head out," he said gently, guiding me to a quieter spot and giving me a moment to compose myself. I described my bags between sniffles, and he returned in no time, effortlessly towing my luggage behind him.

I couldn't believe how trim he was. In my younger years, I had never registered that he was overweight; he was simply Dad, and that was how he had always been. Most of my classmates' fathers had similar builds. But now... Now, he was a man who turned heads. Women looked twice, some even boldly flirting with him. A surge of happiness and pride welled up inside me; his transformation and success were well-deserved.

Finally, we merged into the bustling Tampa traffic, the car's air conditioner blasting arctic gusts that provided sweet relief from the Florida heat. I quickly snapped a picture of the iconic giant airport flamingo, texting it to friends in California as proof of my safe arrival. I sent a brief message to my boss, who promptly replied that he didn't want to hear from me until I was back at work.

As I slid my phone into my purse, I turned to Dad and said, "You look fantastic, Dad. So relaxed and fit!"

"Thanks, Aud," he replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "Once I got the business up and running, I found more time for self-care. Of course, it also helps that here in Florida, business can be conducted on the tennis court, golf course, and even on a boat," he added with a hearty laugh.

I stole a few glances, admiring the distinguished glints of silver peppered throughout his thick black hair. His biceps stretched the fabric of his yellow golf shirt, hinting at a fitness regimen beyond tennis and golf. His tan forearms, sparsely dusted with hair, spoke of countless hours spent under the Florida sun. The deep bronze of his skin accentuated his icy blue eyes, a striking combination that undoubtedly caught the attention of many women. There was no denying it - my Dad had become quite the handsome man.

Dad maneuvered through traffic like an old hand, and we were soon southbound on route seventy-five. I enjoyed the scenery. So different from California. I was decompressing, only now realizing how tightly wound I was. I loved my job, but it was stressful because it was essential and required precision. No room for error. I will be away from it for a while because I will be training for the next three months. It was something I had been looking forward to. I needed a break. I needed time with Dad again. I was away for too long.

We headed east on route four but soon got off at an exit. "You live out now?" I asked as we headed away from any large city.

"Not much country left in Florida anymore. I picked up a ten-acre tract of land, mostly bordered by a national park, while searching for property for development. It's private and just what I was looking for."

He navigated narrow back roads until we came to a gated driveway. The gates opened to a blindingly white shell drive as he pulled up. I looked around.

He chuckled. "The house is hidden. Private. Just how I wanted it. The density of the coasts is moving inland, and I wanted my piece of paradise before they got here. Although many would consider me, the

they

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"That's why you're so successful. You can see into the future." Ahead was an island of pine trees, and fences appeared. "Horses?" I asked.

"Right. Any time you want to ride, you're welcome to it. Benny cares for the horses, so tell him when you want one saddled up, and he'll have it ready for you."

I was indeed impressed and learned another facet of my Dad's life. I realized how much I'd missed. How much I didn't know about him.

I was anxious to get to know this new man because the father I remembered was fading rapidly, both in the physical sense and in my memories.

A modern-style house came into view. "Wow! It's stunning."

"Thanks, honey. I designed it especially for Florida weather. Few windows on the south side, shaded windows east and west and fully open to the north."

"Quite a reach from the houses you used to build," I reminisced.

"Right? It just snowballed through the years. I gained a partner; we could invest in land and build tracts of homes to create gated communities. A mainstay of Florida anymore. One would roll into another and another."

"Impressive. I love what you've done, Dad. I love how you take care of yourself now. I also realize how much you gave up to care for me while I was growing up."

We pulled up to the house's front steps, and he turned to me.

"Audrey, I don't ever want you to think that I gave anything up to care for you. You were my daughter, and I loved doing it. It was my privilege. I was only sorry it never worked out with your Mom."

I could still see the sadness in his eyes when he mentioned her.

"I know. I hope she found help eventually," I said, and he nodded because we'd never heard from my mother again in all these years.

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~~ ALAN ~~

chapter 03

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Audrey was eighteen years old when she left for college across the country. California was a world away from us. I made enough building houses to make ends meet, but at that time, I put the money back into the business and her college fund, and I didn't have the extra to fly across the country to visit, much less the time.

After they recruited her, she was tied up with her job. I was proud that the headhunters thought so much of her, although I was worried they'd pulled her into a dangerous job.

I often wished Corinne were around to see her grow up, but I knew it wouldn't work, and that would never happen.

Corinne and I met in high school. We were perfect for each other. We loved the same things and wanted the same things in life. Early on, I knew this was the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. We married on the day I turned eighteen; Corinne turned eighteen just a few weeks before.

My Dad was a contractor and had a job ready for my graduation. I stepped right into it, making a fair amount of money. Enough to rent a one-bedroom apartment in a newly renovated building downtown. Corinne got a job on the same block at a little bar café, and we were ecstatic.

Her libido matched mine, and as soon as we would get home, we'd have our clothes off and not dress until we had to go out again. She was a sex-crazed knockout, and at eighteen, I was in lust and walked around with a constant hard-on.

She had silken straw blonde hair. So soft to the touch that it would drive me crazy when she trailed it over my skin. Big round eyes were so blue that I thought they were from contact lenses until we married. Plump lips that made a man imagine what they'd look like around his cock.

She was five-nine to my six foot and statuesque. Thirty-eight D breasts sat high and were tipped with huge pink nipples that hardened into rounds just perfect for a man's mouth.

A narrow waist and plump ass made a man drop to his knees and thank his good fortune. That was the age of constant horniness. Before Corinne, a breeze across my dick would make me hard, and I'd have to take things into my own hands. After Corinne, she took care of it with either her hands, her mouth, her cock, or her ass.

I thought I had a marriage made in heaven, but the first sign of problems was when she mentioned a guy at the bar wanted to recruit her for adult movies. Given her Hollywood sexiness, it was not surprising, but nothing I wanted my wife to do. I was careful not to say no but asked her if it was something she really wanted to do, considering future ramifications.

Suddenly, she began throwing things around the apartment, losing her temper beyond what was warranted. She turned him down anyway, but I felt this was the beginning of something. Something not good. She slowly changed from impulsively carefree to moody and often surly.

Several other times, she lost her temper for seemingly no reason, destroying more things around the apartment. I was young, and it was a time when mental health wasn't as talked about, and I'm not sure I was even aware. I blamed it on moods, that time of the month, or anything else but what it was.

One day, Corinne told me she was pregnant, and I was thrilled to see her so happy and hoped that was what she needed. The pregnancy went well. Her libido kicked up even more, and we fucked on every piece of furniture everywhere in the apartment. Her breasts were swollen even more prominent, and her delicate pale skin was mapped with blue veins. Her nipples growing larger and longer.

I admit it turned me on, too, and those breasts got a lot of fucking, sucking, and loads of come. As her belly got bigger, she would position herself on her hands and knees so I could take her from the rear. Her hanging tits and belly swaying while we fucked drove me into wild orgasms.

So, at nineteen, she had Audrey. Our families spent time with the baby, helping Corinne adjust while she healed. Then, one day, they were all gone, leaving her alone with the baby.

She began to phone me at work, crying hysterically. Eventually, I had to tell Corinne to quit calling, or I'd get fired. She knew my Dad would never fire me, but I didn't know what else to do. I took over caring for the baby as soon as I got home from work and up until the next morning when I'd leave for work again. I tried to help as much as possible.

The responsibility of a baby was demanding on Corinne, and I knew something had to happen, but my Mom and hers insisted that all women went through it, and she'd be okay. It was just postpartum depression. Her doctor agreed and said it'd pass.

But it only got worse. I didn't know who to turn to for help for Corinne.

Then, one day, I came home to Audrey fed and sleeping peacefully in her crib, but Corinne was nowhere to be found. Everything she owned was gone. She had left us. We never saw or heard from her again.

Our mothers helped me care for Audrey while I worked until I could find someone to watch her during the day. It was an adjustment, but I loved my daughter and did what I had to do. Just as I do to this day.

I must admit that Audrey looks exactly like her mother to a somewhat disquieting degree.

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~~ AUDREY ~~

chapter 04

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I've seen my share of gorgeous homes in California, but this one was breathtaking. The soaring stone entrance walls gave a coolness that was hard to come by in Florida.

The same stone covered the fireplace wall, and a cozy sitting area was before it. We walked through the open floor plan.

"The stone and tile flooring would hold the cool, wouldn't they?" I asked.

"Exactly why I used so much. Once they're cool, they give back into the room besides reducing reliance on the AC. The limestone stays cooler than the ambient air temp."

The kitchen was off to the side, closed from the rest of the living area. It was well-appointed for a party and/or a professional chef.

"Nice kitchen," I said, trailing my fingers along the cool granite. It was black, with swirls of white, gold, and silver, like nothing I'd ever seen.

"Cosmic."

I looked at Dad. "Huh?"

He laughed. "It's called Cosmic Black granite. I think the name is pretty cool!"

"It is!" I laughed. "Cosmic."

"I have a housekeeper who prepares meals to heat and eat during the day. I'm sure she has the refrigerator well-stocked for your arrival!"

"Housekeeper! Ooh la la!"