Chapter 2
“I’m home!” called out Jack as he stepped into the kitchen.
“In here,” Jill called back from the living room.
Jack took off his suit jacket and placed it on the back of the chair and then he pulled his tie from around his neck, draping it over the jacket. Then he went off in search of the rest of his family. He had seen Faith’s car in the driveway and was looking forward to seeing his daughter again.
“Oh, my,” he said as he stepped into the living room. The view that met his eyes was surprising to him, to say the least, but it was beautiful beyond belief.
“I didn’t realize that you were working late, dear,” said Jill. “I couldn’t wait any longer to get started.”
Jill was reclining back in one of the upholstered chairs and was naked. She held both of her breasts in her hands and the nipples were wet and glistening, telling Jack that she had been lifting them to her lips and sucking on them. Her face and chest were flushed, indicating that she was highly aroused.
“Don’t worry,” he replied. “I’m glad that you started without me.”
This was a truly amazing sight and he knew that he was one of the chosen few in the history of the planet who was ever blessed to see a scene like this. His wife was leaning back, close to orgasm. And his daughter was kneeling between her legs, bringing her closer and closer to that orgasm.
Jack immediately noticed the same changes in his daughter’s body that Jill had noticed earlier. Her belly, which had always been firm and toned before, was even flatter now. Her waist, which had been beautifully narrow before, was now even tinier. Her ass was nicely padded but seemed tighter as she knelt between Jill’s legs. And her breasts seemed fuller, although still rode high on her chest with their firmness. She looked like a caricature of a fuck toy. He couldn’t imagine a feminine form that could be more desirable.
Within minutes of his arrival, Jill’s orgasm arrived. She let out a low, throaty groan that was an indication of a really good one. He only heard that sound when the orgasm was truly over the top. Faith’s tongue kept moving and Jill kept groaning until finally she keened and pushed Faith’s face away from her sex.
“Oh god!” she moaned.
“Good, huh?” smiled Jack.
“Mmmm, the best.”
“Maybe I can have my turn now?” he asked.
“Mmmm, yes,” Jill responded. “I think you’ll like her. She improves with age. I’ve already prepared her for you. And the lube is on the table beside you.”
Jack glanced at the tube of lubricant on the table to his right. That could only mean that Jill expected him to take Faith anally. His past experiences with his daughter had taught him that he never needed lubrication when he claimed her vaginally. She was always amazingly wet and ready for him.
He stood up and started removing the rest of his clothes. “Prepared her, huh?”
Jill smiled back at him as she was still enjoying the remaining tremors from her orgasmic bliss. “Mmmm, yes. Cleaned her out inside. Oiled her. She should be ready for you.”
His cock was already hard by the time he pulled off his underwear. He always enjoyed having Faith prepare him with her mouth but that would not be needed tonight. He was sure that after a long weekend with his fuck toy, however, he would need some assistance getting hard.
He poured some of the lubricant into his hand and then stroked it up and down his turgid shaft as he watched Jill reposition their slave. He saw his wife lead his daughter to the coffee table and then position her on all fours at one end of it.
“May I have the honor?” asked Jill as she reached out and gripped her husband’s slippery cock after he arrived at the table.
“Mmmm,” he replied. “Please do.”
He moved a little closer and Jill positioned the tip of the cock at Faith’s asshole. Then he leaned forward and watched his lance slice into his daughter’s bottom. “Oh, it’s so lovely.”
“Yes,” said Jill as she kept her fingers wrapped around the shaft as it continued to slide into Faith. Faith groaned as she felt her bottom stretched and filled.
“How did you come to own this slave again?” he asked as he pulled out slightly. He loved to watch Faith’s ass gripping his shaft as he extracted it. Once only the head was lodged inside his daughter’s bottom, he pushed forward again, causing her to moan as the pole filled her more this time.
“It was Faith’s idea,” replied Jill.
“Oh, really?” he said, surprised.
“Yes, really. She told me before she left in the fall that she would be your present for Thanksgiving.”
“I can’t imagine a more perfect gift,” he said. At this point, he was gliding in and out of his slave’s body, fully impaling her with each stroke. Fait would gasp each time the cock was fully embedded and then would shudder each time he slowly withdrew it.
“I agree,” said Jill. She had turned her attention to the delectable breasts that swayed beneath the slave. She still couldn’t get over how her daughter’s perfect body had become even more perfect and desirable. It was almost as if she had been designed to be a sexual plaything.
“So how are your plans for the summer shaping up, Faith?” he asked as he plunged particularly deep. She let out a yelp at the extreme intrusion and then trembled as her body tried to adjust.
“Oh, Daddy,” she gasped. “Can we talk about that later?” He immediately spanked her luscious bottom.
“Sorry. I mean can we talk about that later, Master?”
“We can talk about it more later,” he replied as he watched his cock emerge from her ass again. “But I want to talk about it now.”
Faith groaned. Currently, her entire universe revolved around the cock that was pistoning in her ass. She wasn’t sure she could put together a coherent thought, let alone a coherent sentence.
But despite her lust-crazed state, she went on to describe for her father all of the things she had done so far. She told her parents about all of the school activities she was involved in. She described the research and how she had put together a list of companies. And she told them about the pile of stuffed envelopes.
“And the last thing I’ll do before I come home for Christmas is mail themmmmmmmm!” Her body tensed as an orgasm overwhelmed her. Jill reached out and held her to support her so that she did not tumble face first onto the table. And Jill marveled again at her daughter. She knew how rare it was for a woman to get pleasure out of anal penetration. It was even rarer to be able to climax from it.
“Really?” said Jack as his cock continued to plunder Faith’s ass. Again, he was looking down and watching his shaft withdraw from the perfect bottom only to disappear again and plunge deep into his daughter’s ass.
“I’m very proud of you,” he said. “It looks like you are taking your summer job very seriously this year.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she panted as she gasped for air and tried to recover from her climax. “I mean yes, Master. I am.”
Faith was kept naked for most of the long weekend and was the continuous sex toy for her parents. Even Thanksgiving dinner was served with the beautiful daughter sitting naked at the table. The only exception to the nudity rule was on Friday. Faith was allowed to go shopping and have some fun with her friends who she had not seen since the beginning of summer. But on Saturday, she was back to being the naked sex toy. On Sunday, she drove back to school.
As she drove back, she debated whether or not she had done the right thing by agreeing to be a slave again. It had been quite a shocker at first. And it still felt degrading to be treated as if she was property. But she finally concluded that she had done the right thing. At this point, all of her sexual needs were completely satiated. That was a good thing because she needed to focus on her exams for the next three weeks.
She was caught up in the whirlwind of exam season once she got back to school. There were papers to complete and tests to prepare for. Her sleep suffered but her grades did not. Finally, she got through them and prepared to head home again. The last thing she did before leaving the university was to mail her stack of job-hunting envelopes.
As she drove home for the Christmas break, she wasn’t sure what to expect. She hadn’t offered to be a sex slave again. Would they let life return to normal or would she be expected to serve them again?
But she need not have worried, as it turned out. Her mother met her in the kitchen with a kiss and a hug and let her keep her clothes on this time. The same thing happened when her father got home. There was no mention of the beautiful slavegirl. They acted as if nothing had ever happened.
It all remained normal until Christmas Eve when her mother walked into her room. Faith was already in her flannel pajamas and was warmly snuggled in bed.
“That was Mrs. Philpott, sweetie,” Jill said as she sat down on the edge of Faith’s bed. She reached out and stroked Faith’s flannel covered arm. “She asked a favor of you.”
“Sure, Mom,” replied Faith. “What does she need?”
“You, sweetie,” said Jill.
“Me?” said Faith with a furrowed brow. “What does she need me for?”
“Well, something went wrong with one of her Christmas presents for Mr. Philpott. She had planned on gift wrapping herself as a present to him so he would find her under the tree in the morning. But it’s that time of the month for her and she doesn’t feel comfortable doing that now.
“So she wants to borrow you,” Jill continued. “She wants to give you to Mr. Philpott as a Christmas gift.”
Faith gulped when she heard the announcement. She felt a chill race down her spine. She was going to have to be a sex slave after all, it seemed. When was all of this craziness going to stop?
“I know you hadn’t planned on continuing your slave career, honey,” said Jill as she continued to stroke Faith’s arm. “But it would just be this one time. And it would be such a lifesaver for her. Will you do it?”
Faith groaned and looked up at her mother. “Do I have to?”
“Of course not, baby,” Jill replied. “But she sounded so desperate. You would really be doing her a huge favor.”
“Do you want me to do it?”
“Of course I do,” was Jill’s response. “We like the Philpotts a lot. But the decision is up to you.”
Faith groaned and nodded. “I’ll do it, Mom. When do I go over there?”
“She said she would come and get you in the morning. She has a key and will come and wake you up. But she’ll be here at six so you’ll have to go to sleep soon so you get your beauty rest.”
“Yes, Mother,” groaned Faith again as she rolled onto her side. “Can you turn off the light on your way out?”