A Phone Call

This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+. The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are appreciated. This chapter of the story grew to be very long. It became three times as long as other chapters. So, I broke it down into three chapters (12, 13 & 14), that I will post close together. There's a lot of sexual tension in Chapters 12 and 13 of the story, but not much actual climatic fucking until the third part (Chapter 14). But for those of your interested, there is a lot of character and plot development here! There is also less, direct Incestuous Action in Chapters 12 & 13. But it remains a prominent theme. Thanks again to John for his help in editing and proofreading. Much appreciated.

***********

On the way back to car, we came near "Bibliophile Browne's Bookshop." I looked at Sally. "Sally," I said, "I have a task for you."

"Yes, Robert?"

"Go into the bookstore, and ask whoever is behind the counter to show you the Romance Novels. Tell them you're looking for a particularly steamy one. Ask if they can recommend a title or author."

"I'm going in without you, Bobby?"

"Yes. I'll take the packages back to the car. But you text me when you've done that."

"I don't understand, Sir."

"Do you have a lipstick with you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Put some on now. Yes. Lovely. You have beautiful, soft, delicious lips, Mrs. Whitehall." I stepped in and kissed her lips. "The lipstick emphasizes that. What other makeup do you carry?"

"Just an old mascara. But I don't wear it often."

"That changes today," I told my newest submissive, and my mother's best friend, "I would like you to regularly wear simple makeup. Lipstick, mascara, eyeliner and blush. And maybe a foundation. I don't know enough about makeup. We'll go for a consultation somewhere."

"Do you want me to get tarted up for our dates, Sir?"

"Yes. I would like you to take special care if you know we are seeing each other. But even when you're meeting friends, going to work or going out shopping, I want you in simple makeup. Go ahead, put on the mascara, Little Girl."

"For you, Daddy." She applied the mascara. It was simple. But it made her blue eyes pop.

I'm not Sally Whitehall's daddy. I'm about sixteen or seventeen years younger than her. I'm twenty-one, nearly twenty two, and she's in her late thirties. But, Mrs. Whitehall has become my sexual submissive. And she enjoys calling me, "Daddy," while I call her, "Little Girl." There's actually not much petite about Sally Whitehall. She's only 5'3", but she has very large breasts and a gloriously round, fat ass. She's not gorgeous, but cute and pretty, with a round face, and a soft, plump figure.

I flipped up the collar on Sally's blouse. "Front Desk. Ask about steamy Romance Novels. Then text me."

"You're leaving me?"

"I'm going to pick up the car." I swooped a bit of Sally's darkish blonde hair behind her ear. "This is an experiment. Go!"

"Yes, Sir."

I walked on back toward the car. Just before I got there, my phone buzzed with a text.

"IN THE ROMANCE SECTION NOW. HE RECOMMENDED A BOOK: THE HART'S TEMPEST. SHOULD I BUY IT?"

I texted back: "is sales-guy cute?"

"NOT LIKE YOU. LATE 40s EARLY 50s. SKINNY. WAXED HANDLEBAR MUSTACHE. GLASSES. VEST OVER T-SHIRT. HIPPIE. A CHARACTER. BUT KINDA CUTE."

"did he notice you?"

"HE GLIMPSED MY BRA. AND TRIED NOT TO STARE AT MY TITS. YEAH, HE NOTICED, BUT WASNT GROSS ABOUT IT."

"I'm at the car now. ask about Erotica Section and what he recommends."

"HE MIGHT THINK I AM FLIRTING!!!!"

I texted says: "So? daddy sez do it!"

I put the packages in the car and got in. I started the car, but didn't go anywhere.

"DELTA OF VENUS BY ANAIS NIN. HE SMILED AT ME. AND YES, HE IS A TIT MAN!!"

I texted: "good. unbutton one more button on your blouse. take the two books up to the counter. say you want to compare romance, erotica and porn. Ask if they have a porn section. If they do, pick one book with a funny title. then buy all three books. say your ride is here and leave. I will be out front."

"IF I UNBUTTON AGAIN MY CLEAVAGE WILL BE PAST MY TITS!!!! ALMOST TO MY BELLY BUTTON!!!!!"

I texted. "unbutton one more blouse button now! dont argu or youll be coming out to the car in just your bra &your shirt over arm!!!! --daddy!"

"YES DADDY!"

"I am your out. just say--Oh my ride is here--- and then leave."

I left the garage and drove past the bookstore slowly. I tried to see in the window. I couldn't. So I circled the block, and then double parked outside the bookstore.

Sally came skipping out of the store with a bag in her hand. She was smiling, ear to ear. She climbed in the car.

I was smiling. "What's his name?", I asked.

"He said his name is Dennis." Sally leaned over and kissed my lips, just a quick peck. Then she sat down and buckled up. "Damn! Sitting on a butt plug is not so fun, Daddy." I had placed a butt plug in Sally's ass about a half hour earlier. She was being prepared for her first adventure with anal sex!

"Where did Dennis touch you?"

"Are you jealous, Bobby?" The thought that I might be jealous made my pretty MILF submissive smile wider.

"I'm just trying to get a sense of Bookstore Dennis," I said.

"Well, he shook my hand as I left. He said he really enjoyed helping me. Oh, and he touched my shoulders when he showed me where they keep the porn. It's in a locked cabinet, in a hallway that leads to an office door."

"Does he have nice hands?"

"Long fingers. Thin. His handshake was firm, but not too tight."

"What did he smell like?"

"I didn't smell him, Bobby!"

"Yes, you did. You just didn't realize it. Guess what he smelled like, Sally."

"Sandlewood and Italian Food."

"Do you like Italian Food, Mrs. Whitehall?"

"I love it, Bobby. What are you getting at?"

"OK. Here's the big question: What did Dennis give you?"

"How did you know, Sir? Was that a set-up? Is Dennis a friend of yours?"

"No. I don't know Dennis. And?...What did he give you?"

"He only charged me for the romance novel and Delta of Venus. He gave me the porn book for free!"

"Show it to me," I said.

She pulled a paperback from the bag. The cover had a drawing of a Nun. Her robes was hiked up, and she was wearing a garter and fishnet stockings. The title of the book was, "The Nun's Naughty Habits." There was a business card stuck in the pages of the book.

"It's a used bookstore," Sally explained, "so paperbacks are usually just half the cover price. Hardcovers and collectible books are marked in pencil on the first page. The porn book is from the 70s! It's marked $15.00. But he gave that one to me free! Why?"

"Uhm. Maybe it's because you're smoking hot, Sally."

"I'm cute. And I have big tits."

"And a hot ass, and nice legs," I added.

"And a hot ass that my Master is going totally fuck, just to make me his Dirty Whore." Sally said it full voice, not as a whisper, not as a joke.

"Hmm," I pictured it in my head, "I am going to enjoy taking your anal virginity, Sweet Sally."

"Have you ever been with a virgin, Bobby?"

"I'm only 21 and I haven't been with that many women. But, no. I don't think so."

"Wouldn't you love to teach a young woman all she needs to know about pleasure?"

"Maybe. It would depend on the woman," I said.

"What about Terri?"

I sputtered, not expecting her to say that, "Your daughter, Mrs. Whitehall? Are you trying to get me thrown in jail? She's what? Sixteen?

"She's a Senior in High School. And she turned eighteen last month."

"She's just a skinny little kid," I argued.

"When was the last time you saw Terri?"

I thought, "I guess, three and a half years ago, at my High School Graduation." Mrs. Whitehall laughed. "What's so funny?"

"You're in for a surprise. Terri has grown up. She's filled out. But she's also become this angry, defiant punk. She says she hates boys. I don't want her to hate boys, Bobby!"

I told her, "There's nothing wrong with being Lesbian, Mrs. Whitehall."

Sally leaned over and stroked my cock through my pants. "There's nothing wrong with liking cock either."

"Do you want me to crash this car? Give me some warning, please."

Sally began unzipping my zipper. "Here's your warning. I'm going to take out your cock, Sir."

"Thank you. But don't distract me. And don't make me cum!"

Sally unbuckled my pants, pulled out my shaft and flicked her tongue across the tip. "Why can't I make you cum, Master? I want to. I'm very good with my mouth."

"Because my next load gets deposited in your ass, Mrs. Whitehall."

"I love sucking cock!" She bobbed her head down on my shaft and bumped her head on the steering wheel. I moved my seat back.

"You also love eating pussy, Sally."

Sally popped up in her seat. She unbuckled herself and got up on her knees. She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I guess I love eating both!"

I chuckled. "Me too!"

"I loved the way you made me eat your mother's pussy," Sally purred in my ear as she stroked my cock..

"I think Red made you do that," I corrected her.

"But you were in control of everything, Daddy. I really did all of that to please you, Sir. I fucked your father and I ate your mother's pussy for my Daddy."

"That was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen, Mrs. Whitehall, you eating your best friend's pussy."

"I loved it. I loved it when you made Sondra eat my pussy too. I wanted to eat hers. I wish you had made me." Sondra was the saleswoman at The Lace Boudoir. She is lovely. And assisted with far more than just lingerie.

"I have her number. We can call and ask her if she wants you to eat her pussy."

"You should just tell her. That's what she wants, Sir! You should have just told me to eat her pussy at the store, and I would have."

I laughed. "Admit it, you want that, Sally."

"I want that. I want you to make me eat Pretty Sondra's cunt," Sally said it proudly.

"I will see if that can be arranged, Little Girl. You just have to say what you want."

"I want you to force me to eat Marjorie's pussy again, Sir."

"See how easy that is!"

"Thank you, Sir. Do I really just have to ask?"

"If there's a pleasure in my power to grant you, I will do my best to get you that, whatever that is. This Dominance and submission thing is a two way street. I may be in control, but I'm focused on your experience, your growth and your pleasure, Sally. But I can't tailor your pleasure, unless I know what you want."

We were stopped at a light. Sally leaned in front of me and kissed me deeply. "I want you to make me eat your mother's pussy again. And I would enjoy being on my knees and calling Sondra, Mistress."

"Sondra takes this BDSM stuff more seriously than me, Sally. Don't ask for more than you are sure you want."

"But you would protect me. Right, Daddy? And I can always say Red Card. Nothing happens that I don't want too."

"You're right, Sally."

We were driving again. Sally paused and took a deep breath. "This is what I really want, Sir."

"I'm listening." I didn't know where this was going.

"I want you to force me to seduce my daughter. I want you to make me eat her pretty, punk, lesbian pussy, Daddy."

I pulled the car over. "Whoa. I'm going to pull the Yellow Card. Slow down, Sally Whitehall. Have you really thought about this?"

Sally sat back down and buckled up. "I've given the subject a considerable amount of consideration and masturbation. I want the sort of closeness you and your mother share. And..."

"And what? You need to be very careful about this. You can't unfuck your kid," I said.

"We fight. She says she's a lesbian. And I say she doesn't know, because she's just a virgin."

"She's never been with a boy or girl?"

"High School has been hard for her. She's having trouble fitting in. I just want her to be happy. I want to make her happy. If she wants to experiment and be with a woman, that could be me. I want her!"

"You want her."

"Oh my, yes! She's so sexy. She drives me nuts. But I can't tell if that's because she's just a rebellious teen, or because...I don't know."

"Or because you want to jump her bones."

"YES!"

"But you want me to fuck her too. You would like me to take her virginity." I was skeptical.

"I just want her to have every experience. I don't want her to give up on cock unless she knows what she's missing. I also want my family to have the intimacy and closeness that Marjorie has! Is that so wrong?"

I said, "You're jealous!"

"I'm envious."

I put my cock back in my pants and zipped up. "You've given me a lot to think about." I turned left at the light.

"We're still going to my house. Right? You're still going to make me your Dirty Whore, Bobby?" Mrs. Whitehall looked scared, like she thought she might have jeopardized that. I wasn't driving directly to her house.

"Yes, Sally. But we're going past the Liberty Mall. Your car is still parked there."

"I don't need my car tonight, Sir."

"How does that butt plug feel, Little Girl?"

"Weird, Daddy. But not unpleasant."

"That's part of a graduated set of five plugs. We skipped Number One and went straight to Two. I slowly worked my mother up to Number Four before I took her ass. And that took months of training."

"I know. She told me. It took her months of her begging and training her asshole before you took her. You let your father have her ass first."

"My Dad's cock isn't as big as mine. It was easier for my Mom to handle. Sally, we are going to graduate you to the Number Four in just one night. And that will be before I take your ass, Mrs. Whitehall."

Sally swallowed. "How big is it?" I made gesture with my fingers, indicating the size. "Oh my," she said.

"What do you want to eat? Do you want Pizza or Chinese?" We pulled into the Liberty Shopping Mall.

"I like Chinese. Chicken with Broccoli, Fried Rice, and Spring Rolls," Sally said.

"Which one is your car?", I asked.

She pointed. "The blue, mini-pickup, there."

"Cute. Alright, I will get us Chinese. I will meet you at your house. Text me the address, it's been awhile since I've been there, and I've never driven." Sally pulled out her phone and started texting. "You will have some tasks to complete before I get there." I made sure my pants were fixed and got out of the car. Sally didn't wait for me to get her door. She got out too.

"What tasks?"

"Stop at the drugstore and get lube."

"I have lots of lube, Sir. Lube and toys. It comes from being addicted to masturbating. Remember?"

"You will have to show me sometime."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Stop at the drugstore anyway, and get some saline enemas."

Sally made a face. "Seriously, Bobby? You want me to give myself an enema? That's gross."

"That's why you will do it while I'm getting Chinese food. Because I don't want to. Take out the Number Two Butt Plug. Use the toilet. Give yourself a light enema. Half the bottle will be fine. Use the toilet again. Then, quickly shower. Make sure your butt and anus are clean. But do NOT cum touching yourself, Slut." I opened up the trunk. "Don't wash your hair. That will take too long. After your shower. Light some scented candles. Put on some soft music. Then lube this," I pulled out the Number Three Butt Plug from my bag, "and work this into your ass. Make sure you use plenty of lube."

Sally's eyes went wide seeing the butt plug. "Oh my! I might have to sit on this."

"That's a good strategy. Don't rush. You will really need to relax, Little Girl."

"I will try, Daddy." She hugged me and kissed me.

"Good. I've got a reward for you." I got a box out from the stuff from The Lace Boutique. I handed it to Sally. "I was going to save this for a special occasion. But there's nothing more special than a sweet, innocent, virginal Little Girl choosing to be her Daddy's Dirty Butt-fucking Whore."

Sally beamed. "Robert McMillan, you really know how to push this old lady's buttons. I am so fucking wet for you right now." She opened up the box. Inside was the sheer white bra and coordinating split-crotch panties from The Honeymoon Collection at The Lace Boutique. "Oh my, Bobby! What did you do? These are too pretty? This is too expensive."

"I bought this just for you, Sally. You didn't pay for this or the garter and stockings you're wearing now. And Sondra gave us a good discount."

"Oh my! The bra is see-through!"

"This set is special. You will look amazing in it. But you will wear this for your Master alone. Understand?"

"I don't want any other lovers, Daddy."

"There will be other lovers. My father, my mother. Maybe your daughter?"

"Mistress Sondra?"

"Don't call her Mistress unless she formalizes a relationship with you. And know what you are getting into before you do. What about Bibliophile Dennis?"

Sally made a face. "He's just a skinny, old nerd who likes my titties, Sir. You're all the man I need."

I kissed Sally. "Mrs. Whitehall, you are marvelous. But I don't have the time or energy to be your boyfriend. I'm a college Senior. My mother is my Primary Sub. I can't meet all your social and sexual needs, not even with my Dad's help. You said Dennis was cute."

"What, should I just call the bookstore and ask for Dennis?"

"You could do that. Or you could call his cell phone. He gave you his number," I told Sally.

Sally raised an eyebrow. "He did?"

"He slipped it in 'The Nun's Naughty Habits,' on the back of a business card. That's why he gave you the book, he wants you to call him," I said.

"Really? No. Why would he want that?"

"Because you are an exotic, mysterious beauty, who let him know that you are looking for love, erotic romance, and sex."

"You set me up! Do you know Dennis? Oh I feel like an idiot." Sally was a little mad at me.

I held up my hands. "I don't know Dennis. I didn't know what was going to happen. I just sent you into the store to buy some books."

"So you think I should call him? Random men don't just flirt with me. I'm not a beauty like your mother or Sondra."

"You are beautiful. And I think maybe you don't notice when men try to flirt."

"What would I say to him?" She got out the book and found the card in the middle. On the back was written: "Cellphone: 555-2437." He signed it, "Dennis Browne."

"Ask him if he was flirting with you? Ask him if he's married or is in a relationship? Then, if you like his answers, ask him what he wants to do about that."

"But what if he wants to go on a date?"

"Sally, your daughter, Terri doesn't need a Babysitter anymore. You don't need my permission. You are only busy tonight. I've got dibs on your sweet ass. Beyond that, see what Bibliophile Browne has in mind."

"Do I tell him about you, Bobby?"

"Not unless you think he's a creep and you want to scare him off," I kidded.

"You don't know how much this scares me, Master. I would rather be giving myself an enema than calling some strange man."

"You're in luck, Little Girl," I kissed the tip of her nose, "tonight you get do both! Call him on your way to the drugstore. If he's a creep, hang up on him. If he's sweet, give him a chance."

"Thank you, Daddy. But if I'm calling Dennis, you need to call Sondra."

I laughed. "I don't know. She's pretty scary. I think she threatened to chop off my nuts. I kind of like my nuts." Sondra is beautiful. And I think we have a connection. But I also find her very intimidating.

"I like your nuts too, Daddy. Which is why you should probably call her. If I'm calling Dennis; you're calling Sondra. Deal?"

I shook my head, no, but I rolled my eyes and said, "Deal."

Mrs. Whitehall wrapped her arms around my neck, stood on tiptoes and kissed me. "If Mistress Sondra wants to see me get fucked in the ass for the first time, you had better order extra Chinese."