A little late, but here is the next installment of the story...or at least the first part of this installment. Cuckold's be warned and there is an incestuous aspect that has long been awaited by many readers. I look forward to hearing from everyone, both with pro and con remarks!
As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters within exist solely within the confines of the story and within my imagination. Enjoy!
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As springtime blossomed around us, I was well into my second year as a whore, working for a cabal of my hometown's most wealthy and influential citizens, happily expanding my horizons and capabilities as a born slut while ensuring that my family's home remained secure -- the cabal paying our extensive mortgage each month and me making as much in tips as I had ever made in any job in my previous life. Things seemed to be going well. Donnie had somewhat accepted his role as a cuckold -- still acting angry with me for being such a whorish slattern, but always waiting eagerly each time I returned from an assignment of fucking and sucking to have his way with me, relishing my cum filled cunt and ass almost as much as I did.
Our oldest daughter was about to graduate from high school, a beautiful eighteen year old girl, on the brink of glorious womanhood. Tara had been accepted into a good university and between scholarships and some of my tips, we were going to be able to provide her the chance to go. Our younger children were growing up fast and happy, Donnie Junior nearing age fifteen was quickly shaping up into a fine young man.
Then the bottom dropped out...again. We should have seen it coming...Mister Richards had hinted that something was amiss months earlier when he'd first come to Sunday dinner. One day, Donnie came home, sullen and anguished, not speaking for hours before he finally told me that his company had gone belly up. They'd all received two weeks severance pay and pink slips, locking the gates behind them. Now since the economy had gone into recession, Donnie had not been bringing in more than half salary, but that combined with my extra earning from whoring had been more than enough -- we'd even salted some money away for Tara's education and an emergency fund, but now...
As Tara's graduation drew close, things were tense around the house. Tara was a bright girl and she knew that things were going to get more difficult again. She began dropping hints that maybe she would put off college for a year or two, maybe going to the local community college instead and her good natured willingness to sacrifice her hopes and dreams for the family nearly broke my heart.
I began thinking of going to Mister Richards and see if I could increase the days I could work in exchange for more money. Failing that, I thought about seeing John at the XXXtreme Adult Bookstore and working out a deal to work my off days sucking cock in one of his glory hole booths. I had enjoyed it the few times I had done it in exchange for sluttish outfits from their clothing boutique. Sucking cock wasn't a chore to me, it was a pleasure and I never ceased to marvel at the incredible variety to the taste of men's semen...each one unique and special and most of all, delicious.
Two weeks before Tara graduated, I'd made up my mind to discuss my dilemma with Mister Richards and it was weighing heavily on my mind, albeit buoyed by the anticipation I always had when going to the bank to suck Mister Richards' fine cock. I strolled through the bank lobby, always feeling eyes following me, and even though I wasn't dressed for whoring, wearing a simple summer dress -- a light cotton flowery print with spaghetti straps that left my shoulders bare, I always wondered how many of the bank's employees knew what I was arriving to do.
It didn't bother me...it actually created arousal in me to imagine that they all knew that immediately upon closing the door behind me in the bank manager's office, I'd be getting naked and sucking their boss's cock. Truth be told, I was half in love with the sixty-something, potbellied man. He might not have had a matinee idol's face, but he was charismatic and powerful and he knew it.
Lilly Fox, his luscious secretary was at her post and smiled at me as I approached and beyond her usual smirk was a frank appraisal and expression of interest as she gazed at my luscious body tightly contained in the summer dress. For my part, I was wet with anticipation, knowing that in a minute or two, I'd be on my knees and likely tasting her cunt on Mister Richard's long, hard cock. Nodding at me, she picked up her phone, pushed a button and said in a husky voice, "Sir, your two o'clock is here." Lilly winked at me as she nodded at the reply and then hanging up the phone said, "Go right in, Sonya...he's been anxiously awaiting you."
I passed her desk and entered Mister Richards' office, closing the door behind me before I realized he wasn't alone. Two cushioned chairs were drawn up in front of his desk, reminding of the first time I'd been in here, with Donnie, when Mister Richards had offered me the opportunity to be his whore. In one chair sat a woman with sandy blonde hair. There was something very familiar in her posture and profile. Mister Richards beamed at me and said, "Ah, Sonya. We were just discussing you and looking forward to your arrival. Please take a seat."
I quickly strutted across the room, hips rolling naughtily as I walked over in my sandaled wedge-heeled shoes. I turned at the chairs and stopped abruptly as I looked down at Mister Richards' guest. The woman had been staring into her lap, but now looked up quickly to face me, her blue eyes bright in her blushing face. I brought my hand to my mouth and gasped, "Tara...what are you doing here?"
"That would be the topic at hand, wouldn't it," said Mister Richards in a smug and pleased voice. He gestured to the empty seat. "Please have a seat, my dear."
I groped for the empty chair, my eyes never leaving my daughter's red face. A jumble of emotions rocketed about my brain as I dealt with suddenly dampened lust...literally disappointed that I wasn't already on my knees between the banker's legs and wondering just what the hell my daughter was doing here. It didn't help that amidst all my confusion over the surprising situation, my recently expanded libido was taking in my daughter's attractive outfit and her burgeoning sexuality.
Tara was dressed in a black and gold miniskirt, short enough to show off her toned and muscular legs and tight enough to mold itself around her luscious young and firm breasts, but not so immodest to be out of place. Her high heels were sexy, but not outlandish or slutty. She'd brushed her long, sandy blonde hair until it gleamed, falling down over her shoulders and framing her lovely face perfectly. She was lovely and sexy in a young woman's sort of way and she made me wet between my legs as she had done so many times over recent months whenever my increasingly naughty thoughts turned towards her..
"Tara?" I started again as I sat down. "What are you doing here...now?"
My daughter face was nearly crimson and she finally broke our gaze, looking down into her lap again as she murmured, "Mom...I..."
Mister Richards jumped into the conversation, such as it was, saying, "Tara and I have been discussing college, Sonya. I don't have to tell you how intelligent she is. If she does follow through on pursuing a degree in business, perhaps even obtaining her M.B.A., why, there is no end to what she might do"
I felt honest pride as I replied, "I know. I am very proud of her." Tara raised her head and gave me a grateful smile.
