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@Harmony Frost Even Connor would admit that the business card was a smooth party trick, and she had asked. He would also agree that his job was boring, but he liked to think that the title lent him an air of mystery. In his heart, he was an aging hippy who showed up thirty years to late. He didn't want to dominate, he just wanted to have some fun, and wanted his partners to have just as much fun. But the money meant his daughter never had to want for anything, and the housing allowance covered part of the rent for one of the more expensive apartments in the building, so he wasn't going to complain. But if she was game, so was he. Besides, he really did want to see her shake that ass "Okay, but after seeing me on the dance floor, you might just regret that invitation" he joked. After all, what did he have to lose?

Conner noticed her licking her lips, a subtle sign, but a good one. Though, perhaps it was just the whiskey starting to kick in, making him frisky and increasing his confidence. But he sees his an opening. He produced a card from inside his suit jacket with a flourish. Bold black text, crisp, on fresh card stock. It read: Omni Multinational Connor Roberts International Sales "I do love a good party, but it's getting a little crowded in here. Perhaps we should retire somewhere a little more private." Connor said, waving his glass at one of the secluded alcoves. A bold, calculated move, an offer but without demanding a commitment - probing to find out if she was also interested in sharing a little companionship this evening.

Connor was not the wild party animal of his youth, but he was still seasoned and that experience proved useful this night. A little whiskey sloshed over the side of his glass, onto his slightly scuffed shoes, but he recovered quickly. This was not his first party foul, nor would it be his last. "No worries, luv" He replied, again flashing a rakish smile. He used the moment to recover as an excuse to drink in her curves, and let his imagination fill in the details of what lay under the dress she had been poured into. He made the only decision he could in the circumstance - see if he can find out how his imagination stacks up against reality. "Name's Roberts. Conner Roberts. Nice to meet you, Roe." he said, returning the smile. What Aurora had offered up with timidity, Connor returned with a nonchalant confidence, wrapped in a British accent and poorly pressed suit. "I'm new to the building" Conner offered, in way of small talk.

Connor stepped away, having always been one to take a hint. He had also never been one to turn down an open bar, so when he spotted the case of alcohol his attention was officially peaked. He searched through bottles, finally coming up with whiskey. Using a glass from the stack set beside the punch bowl he poured himself a generous double, before returning the bottle to it's home. Now, properly accessorized it was time to mingle. His only goal was to have a good time. If it was a good time that ended up in the arms of a woman, or a man, all the better. Turning on the charm, leaning heavily into his accent, he waded into the fray. Sakura had piled a plate with all manner of puffs, balls, and mystery substances spread on crackers, and only a careful balancing act kept them all from the floor. She made eye contact, and shared a nod with her dad in the crowd, before retreating to a corner table with her treasures.

Connor looked at himself in the mirror, straightening his tie one last time and checking the cuff links mounted on his silk shirt. His clothes might of been tailored, and of an unmatched cut, but the damnable things did not stay ironed. At this point in his life, Connor had just resigned himself to this fate, though it has always worked for him. Sakura bounded into the bathroom. She was wearing a simple, low cut top, that she couldn't fill out and a short skirt that showed almost all of her long, painfully skinny legs. "Come on, aren't you ready yet" she pestered. Connor couldn't suppress a chuckle. He remembered being that age, being so excited about anything with the word party attached, but who knows, tonight could be fun. He slipped on his jacket, just as rumpled as the rest of his outfit. "Let's roll" === The two enter the hall, arms linked. Sakura immediately pulled away, making a beeline for the long table setup with hors d'oeuvres - being the stereotypical bottomless pit of a teenager. Connor, scanned the room, taking in decorations, almost overwhelmed with the sheer size of the hall. A single whistle signified his approval. No time to gawk, there was necessary social protocol to observe before mingling with the other guests. He hoped to find companionship for the evening, but there as already the backup plan of having one drink too many and crushing it at karaoke. He approached the hosts, hand extended in greeting, giving a warm but mischievous half smile "You must be Harmony, I've heard so much about you. And Hugh, we talked on the phone."

Bitter cold winds blow past the apartment as the first snow of the season falls. Why must the nicotine bug hit hard when the weather is the worst, Conner ponder to himself. He has a balcony, but his daughters home and he doesn't want to pass on this habit to her. Stepping out of 305, he wraps the scarf around his neck, heading towards the bank of elevators. Turning the corner, he sees the fellow resident standing there. A man, a little older then the other residents he's met so far, making him closer to Conner's own age. Luckily, Conner is the friendly sort who actually enjoys small talk, and besides it's always good to meet the neighbors when someone moves into a new place. He flashes a smile, and waves, approaching the elevators. "Hello, mate. Going down?"

Conner looks up from his styrofoam container noodles, and returns the smile. His eye is drawn to something on the floor. He abandons his half eaten lunch, and walks towards the door the the young woman just came through. There, lying on the floor, a book. He notes the title, retrieving it. Taking a few quick steps to catch up with Gina he tries to catch her attention "Excuse me," then again, firmer this time "Excuse me, luv. I think you dropped this."

Conner and Sakura are sitting in the common area, masterfully working their way through take-away ramen with disposable chopsticks. They had just moved into the newly renovated 2 bedroom, 1-and-half bath third floor unit. One of the perks of working for a job that required such frequent moves was that his employer paid for the moving crew to do the heavy lifting. Conner was happy enough to leave such things to the professional, and enjoy his lunch while they do their work. Conner says to his daughter, in his British accent "Maybe after we eat, we can hit the pool." She stops slurping up her noodles long enough to protest "But my swimsuit is still packed." Conner shrugs "That's never stopped you before?" Which was true, having traveled through Europe and the Pacific neither was a stranger to bathhouses, saunas or the occasional clothing optional beach. "This is different" she insists. It's her choice, that was important to Conner, but that wasn't going to stop him from making use of the pool. Or maybe he'd take advantage of the bar in the clubhouse. It was early, sure, but a couple of drinks now would make unpacking later more pleasant.

I just added a family, but this sounds like fun

His body tenses, he keeps fucking her cervix even as it closes tight around her .... "Saaarraahhh" he moans out his daughters name as his cock pulses inside Sapphire, releasing wave upon wave of cum into her womb, enough to fill it. He pulls out, slowly, dropping to his knees, panting heavily. After a moment to catch his breath, he puts a light kiss on Sapphire's mon, addressing her pussy "Thank you, young lady". Then he stands, embracing Sapphire with a long, one dare say paternal, hug and places a kiss on her forehead - a surprisingly chase gesture given what they've just done. "I hope you enjoyed that too, Sapphire. But I think it's time that I let somebody else have a turn at your special place" Eric smiles, his flush cheeks giving away his feelings of post climax ecstasy.

Eric, has an idea - wraps one leg around Sapphire, and then the other, squeezing harder then arms can, forcing her hard on to him. Then he grabs the back of the seat, clenching his hands tight, using his every ounce of strength to force himself into the walls of womb, again and again. He can feel the texture changing, from the bruising and the swelling, each time he brings his cock down like a hammer on her unprotected womb. "If I go in any harder I'll burst through. Is that what you want, baby?"

Eric closes his eyes, slamming hard, squeezing tight, feeling the pleasure rise up. He doesn't know much more he can take. He imagines his daughter, so much like Sapphire, sweet, soft in all the right places, and it pushes it to the limit, as he drives he cock into her again, and again, so hard it feels like he might beat his way straight out of her womb "Please cum for me, I want you to feel you cum, I want to feel your the entrance to your special spot close around me while I fuck it, I want to hear Sarah call out for her daddy's cum ..."

He groans, slamming himself as hard into he womb as he dares. He leans over, in harsh whisper "Sarah. My daughter Sarah. My own little girl."

How can Eric refuse someone asking so sweetly. He again grabs the back of the bench with one hand, using it to pull his whole weight into her. The other, holds her tight, Sapphire's breasts pressed almost flat against Eric's chest, trying to go deeper. Each stroke, striking hard into the soft flesh in the back of her womb. He swears he can feel it stretching against the strain, "Is this what you want baby? Do you want daddy to punish your special spot with the cock that made it ... please cum for me Sar ... Sapphire ..."

Eric pushes harder, faster, each stroke deeper, feeling his thick cock rubbing in, out, through her cervix. He wraps his arms, strong and warm, around Sapphire, forcing her down further onto her cock. He feels the soft, vulnerable flesh of her womb, rubbing against the head of his cock. "Is that what baby, wants?" Eric throws back his head and starts to moan out something, biting his lip gently to keep from saying another woman's name.

[Staff cleaned] A second year junior at Our Lady of Peace high, he had always been cruel kid, and was now about to become a cruel man. This trip to the club is a present for his 18th birthday. But he is man enough for the large cock that hangs, exposed by his open robe. And now, finally, he is about to get a chance to use it. But who would be his first? He walks to the booth, seeing the picture, it is obvious. She looked so much like the youngest nun at the school, who teaches biology of all things. Not much older then him, truth be told, but he had imagined doing so many things to her in the middle of the night, now he can do them for real. With heavy foot steps he plods over to the rack of toys. His eyes wander over the collection of dildos, of every shape and color, floggers and whips. These will not do. He turns to the other rack, containing more improvised toys. He pulls a rattan cane, and gives it a few test swings, but it is somehow not right. Then, he sees it, the perfect thing to punish a nun: A wooden ruler. He draws it from the rack, bending it in his hand to test it, perfect. Time to begin. There are so many spots he could hit, where to start. Seeing the soles of her feet exposed, he decides to do the obvious: start at the bottom. He bends the ruler back, taking aim, letting it go, stored tension releasing sending the hard wood against her bare feet. Seeing her reaction, and filled with joy from the sound, he knows he has picked the right tool for the job. He bends back the ruler, and with a quick flick of the risk brings it down against her calf with a satisfying smacking sound. The red mark left on olive skin, leaves a smug smile across his face. He moves his hand higher, bending the ruler again. He inhales, holding the deep breath as he takes aim. Letting go he exhales, the wooden ruler impacting the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He steps closer. He thinks about biology, Sister Mary-Catherine explaining human female reproductive anatomy, while he day dreamed of her reproductive anatomy. With thick, fumbling fingers he pulls apart her labia, exposing the soft exposed flesh with in. Experimenting, he shoves one of his fingers in, and then the other, jabbing them back and forth, the movements clumsy. Feeling the warmth and wetness on his fingers, he imagines how good it will feel on his cock. But first, there is one more thing he needs to do. He lines the ruler up with her slit, slapping it with a quick hard flick of the wrist, allowing the end to wrap around her contour. He watches her reaction, the red mark left across the whole of her exposed pussy. Grabbing the table with one hand, using it for leverage, he forces himself inside, pushing past the redness he just created. His whole body shudders at the feeling of her warmth embracing him. Hard rhythmic thrusts, shove her against her restraints. As the rhythm increases, he lets out a series of low, guttural grunts. With each, he raises the ruler down, striking wildly at what ever flesh on her back her sides is unfortunate to be exposed. The table is secure, but it rattles against his weight. His labored breathing increases, mixing with the thumping of the table. Lost in the moment, he discards the ruler, pushing hard, and faster. Both hands now grip the table, white knuckled, sweat rolling down his brow as he pulls his whole weight into each forward stroke. He raises his head, looking eye to eye with the picture of the young woman beneath him. It's more then he can take, and he let's out a loud, long moan, exploding insider her, wave after wave of pent up cum pulsing into her. Spent, he frees his now deflated cock from her. He looks at the mess he made, the fading red marks, the thick cum dripping from the swollen lips of her pussy, and feels the pride of a job well done. He ties closed his robe, and leaves.

Eric firmly, but gently pushing himself as far as he can, into the second tightness, until he can just feel the tip of his cock pushing past. He move's faster, shorter, fucking this new tightness inside of Sapphire "Is that what you want baby? For daddy to fuck you like I fucked mommy to make you. Do you want me to but a baby sister in your womb?"

Eric raises himself, his thumb still stimulating Sapphire's clit as he talks. He stands there, stroking himself, letting her get a view of his cock, since she was so curious about it's size before "Alright. But if you aren't a good girl and orgasm, I won't let you have any of my cum. I'll pull out and make you watch me shoot all the cum you can't have." With that, he lines himself up and pushes himself into Sapphire, with long even strokes. With each thrust he feels the resistance, leaning in his weight to push against it, trying not to hurt Sapphire any worse then she is.

Eric sees that she is enjoying herself too much to care - but that's why people come here and he's glad that he can give that to Sapphire, so he continues. His tongue moves faster, he slides his thumb down, letting it tentatively touch her clit directly barely brushing against to see if she wants more, or if it's too much. His other hand, still stroking himself, lost in the moment, enjoying not just the sex but Sapphire's company.

Eric continues to rub Sapphire's clitoral hood, a steady rhythm. Pursing his lips, places a gentle kiss on her clit, then gently blows on it. His tongue returns to it's work, this time pushing inside Sapphire, starting a pattern of starting from the bottom, curling up. While Eric is doing this, his other hand is idly running a finger, up and down his own cock, bringing it back to life. As it grow back full size, he wraps his hand loosely around it, his hips swaying back in forth with the same rhythm as his tongue. He tilts his head slightly, catching Sapphire's eyes, asking a question that doesn't need to be spoken, giving her the full free choice of his body.

"I will, thank you" Eric says, then turns back to the business at hand. Using his hand, on the outside of her vulva, Eric gently parts Sapphire's labia. He repeatedly runs just the tip of his tongue, up the now exposed pussy. With the other hand he gently presses his thumb into that spot, right above her clit, rubbing small circles, not wanting to over stimulate it if is still sensitive from his previous round of rough penetration.