The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality and homo-erotica. If any of that offends you, just move on to another story. All characters are 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. This story picks up where Chapter 25 left off. Thanks to John, Jake and Cliff for their help with suggestions, editing and proofreading. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are very much appreciated. Suggestions are often worked into future chapters. This chapter ends on something of cliffhanger, but Chapter 27 will be coming shortly. The story is far from over.
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I pulled my compact car onto the crosstown freeway. I set the cruise control to right at the speed limit, and adjusted the rear-view mirror so I could pay attention to the action in the backseat. I could still see behind the car with the side mirrors. Yes, I was distracted-driving. It was hard not to, with two beautiful women making love in the backseat of my car! Sunny, my girlfriend, had pulled off her yoga pants and had spread her legs wide. Amethyst, my newest submissive, was on her knees with her head between Sunny's legs, dutifully licking and cleaning my cum from Sunny's pussy. Amethyst was wearing black, fishnet stockings and a garter belt, a black latex mini skirt with a plunging neckline. She also had on cute, sparkly cat-ears like one might wear to a costume party. I reached back with my right hand, under Amethyst's skirt and caressed the curve of her bare ass.
Sunny moaned, then said, "Pay attention to the road, Daddy. Hands on the wheel." I put both hands on the wheel and tried to look forward. Then she said, "Pay attention to my clit, Kitten. Mommy is about to cum. Yes! Right there! Faster. Faster. Two fingers, now! Yes! Right there, baby! Oh, fuck! FUCK! Eat me! Eat me! Eat your Master's cum from my fucking cunt, Slut! FUCK! Cumming! Ungh!"
Sunny's back arched, and she drove her crotch into Amethyst's face! Her whole body shuddered. When Sunny cums, she holds nothing back.
Amethyst looked up. I couldn't see her expression, but she was giggling. She crawled up Sunny and they kissed. Sunny was licking and cleaning the cum and wetness off of Amethyst's face.
"So?" Sunny asked, "What did you think of the flavor?"
Amethyst kissed Sunny again, then turned and sat back down in the seat. "It's the first time I can ever remember tasting semen. At first, that kind of grossed me out, even though it was mixed with your flavors and you are delicious. So, I tried to just put it out of my mind, that I was eating spunk, and just eat it. But then, I thought, no. I should be focusing on the fact that this spunk just came out of my Master's cock. And I should be really trying to love the flavor and, like, I don't know, really experience it. Y'know? Then, it started to taste even better. Not great. But not icky."
"It's an acquired taste. And Robbie's cum is really good. It's a bit sweet and tangy. Probably the best cum I've ever tasted," Sunny bragged.
"That's because you love me," I teased from the front seat, "And because I drink a big glass of pineapple juice each morning."
"You're kidding, right, uh, Daddy?" Amethyst looked at me in the rear-view mirror.
I said, "Nope. I read somewhere that celery and pineapple juice can make a man's cum taste better. And I don't like celery that much. I mean, it's OK in a salad or stew. But I don't like just eating it. But I like pineapple juice. So, I have Mom stock up. I like it more than orange juice."
"But you actually drink it to make your cum taste better." Amethyst sounded incredulous.
"I'm a little obsessed with sex," I admitted.
"That's one of the reasons I love you, Sweetie," Sunny said, and she leaned forward and tousled my hair from behind. "How long until we are there?"
"Three miles to the exit. And then, probably another five minutes. The GPS on my phone says ten minutes, but the GPS overestimates a little," I said.
"It's after ten o'clock. Where are we going? And who all are going to be there?" Amethyst asked.
"We are headed toward the house of my father's Personal Assistant, Stephanie Bahl. I think she is his newest submissive. Dad got in a fight this afternoon with Nurse Nancy Stockton's husband. And both Dad and Mr. Stockton ended up under arrest at the police station. Did you meet Nancy at Doctor Shapiro's office, Kitten?"
"Yes, Daddy," Amethyst said, "Sondra told me that you had taken Dr. Shapiro and his nurse both as submissives before I went in for my physical. Oh, and your father brought Nancy in for a fitting at the shop. She's a gorgeous woman. I still can't believe she is in her fifties." My girlfriend owns a lingerie store, The Lace Boudoir. Amethyst is her sales associate and best friend.
"She's had a lot of work done on her," I said absentmindedly. I shouldn't say stuff like that. Nancy is my submissive now. But how much plastic surgery she's had isn't really any of my business.
"Speaking of that," Sunny said, "we need to fix our hair and faces."
I looked back. "You both look great," I said.
"Oh, shut up," Sunny said, "You don't know anything." They pulled a hair brush and a lighted compact out of Sunny's purse. They fixed their hair. They redid mascara and lipstick. Then Sunny asked if Amethyst wanted to put her boots back on.
Amethyst said. "I would rather do the knee-pads and slippers. And have the blindfold and gag back. Daddy? Can I wear the blindfold and gag? I'm really very shy around strangers. And I'm not very confident in this costume. If I can't see anyone, and I'm not expected to talk, well then, there won't be as much pressure."
I shrugged. "Whatever will make you feel most comfortable, Kitten," I said.
Sunny pulled a pair of black knee-pads out of her purse. Amethyst pulled them on, along with a pair of black flats, like dance shoes.
"What are those for?" I asked.
"Kitten wants to crawl on her hands and knees," Sunny said. Amethyst had finished putting the collar back around her neck and the ball gag back into her mouth. Then Sunny put on the black leather blindfold, and attached the leash to the collar. "There," she said, "all done!"
I interjected, "You're forgetting something." Sunny looked puzzled. "The tail. She needs the tail to complete the look."
"Oh shit, you're right," Sunny said, "Twist around, Kitten. Scoot your ass up here. You've really got a nice butt. I'll fit you with your tail. The butt-plug comes first. OK. There. Nice." Sunny adjusted the tail and patted Amethyst's ass.
"Anyway," I continued, "Dad ended up at the police station, explaining the damage he had done to Nancy's house and to her husband. Her husband has threatened to kill both Dad and Nancy. And my father is taking that threat very seriously. He seems to think Mr. Stockton is quite dangerous."
I pulled onto Stephanie Bahl's street. I saw Dad's Cadillac parked in the driveway, and Mom's car parked on the street in front. I pulled into the driveway behind Dad's car, and parked the car. I turned around in in my seat in time to see Sunny easing a large black butt-plug past Amethyst's tight sphincter. When Sunny had it seated just right, she attached a long, black cat tail to the plug, and adjusted the curve of the tail, so it came down at first and then swooped up from under Amethyst's black, latex miniskirt. Then she put the collar, ball-gag and blindfold back on Amethyst. She looked vulnerable and sexy as hell.
