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Athisha had discovered a new, wonderful part of the forest! Somewhere she hadn't gotten to play in yet. She loved meeting all the new forest critters, learning their names, how they liked to live and everything! She was gifted, half-woman, half-deer. Perfectly in tune with the magic of nature. Prancing through the woods and singing was how she spent most of her days. Confidant that no thing would dare harm such a beautiful thing as herself. All around her, nature seemed to bloom and grow, and other animals followed too!

One such animal that followed her was of the human variety. He'd been tracking her for a good hour after nearly ending the girl at the tip of an arrow. Luckily he happened to hear her... speak? Yes, not only was she a talking deer, but from the waist up she was a gorgeous young woman!

Athisha turned her head, ears pricking up. She had such bright pretty eyes. And a smile full of life. "Hello, human!" She cheered, and didn't back away. She even got closer to him! "I'm not lost... I'm here playing in the woods! Isn't it such a beautiful day to enjoy?" She asked, pitting her hands on her human waist. She stood much taller than he did. Almost two feet taller, thanks to the lower half deer body. "My name's Athisha, and I'm glad to meet you! Hearing another not of my kind speak is so refreshing! Animals talk much, but have little to say!" The deer girl leaned down a little over him, and remembering a human gesture, stuck her hand out as a greeting.

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A smile crossed the hunter's face, but not one of warmth and hospitality. He gripped the centaur's soft hand and shook, holding it firmly even after. "Pleasure to meet you, Athisha. I'm Erik. And yes, what a pleasant day it is!" He stepped closer to her, taking in the girl's wild scent. Her proximity to him only made the bulge in his pants grow larger. He looked around briefly, just checking for any of her 'friends' out of habit. "I can think of one big thing I really enjoy doing on days like this. Do you know what that is?" The hunter gave her only a moment to reply. Even while she did, he tugged her slender arm down to his crotch and rubbed his big lump of hard meat over his pants with her hand.

"Why don't you drop to your knees and see just what I've got for you. Then I'll show you what I like to do." Without hesitation, he leaned up and planted his rough lips on the girl's soft, supple ones. He forced his tongue into her mouth, tasting her delicious goodness before she decided to jerk away in disgust. That was his experience with women, however. Maybe a centauress like Athisha would actually do the right thing and suck him before he broke her in from behind.

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The innocent creature didn't shy away from him holding her hand. But she did struggle against his sudden yanking. Such a rude man to force her to do anything! After being made to rub his lewd bulge, Athisha reared her hand back, making ready for a powerful slap. "Foul human, know your place!" She had started to say.

The kiss stopped most of her words and deadened the blow of her slap. It felt more like a feeble caress against his shoulder. It wasn't her fault. Her nature was to submit to sexual advances. But not to a human! She reared her front legs back, and pushed him away with her hooves. "Such a transgression cannot be unforgiven!" The deer sneered. This was no longer a fun forest game for her! "I doubt a creature as uncivilized as you could please me!" She taunted. Her usual mates were well. Endowed like horses.

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"Oof!" Erik landed on his hard as with a thud. He smiled up at the girl with a dark chuckle. "Well, that's a good thing. I don't want to please you. I want to please myself." He rolled onto his feet in one clean motion and lunged, his hunter's skills coming into effect to take down his prey before she decided to run. Fortunately she was clearly too stupid or stuck up to simply have done that in the first place. If she'd taken off, he'd have had no choice but to shoot an arrow through a leg to stop her, and there was no need for blood in love-making!

"C'mere, bitch!!" Erik yelled as he jerked a rope from his back, looping it around the girl with ease. He swung around her, managing to land on her back and ride her like a bucking bronco. With her being smaller than a pony however, she'd surely be worn down quickly and have to settle. Erik tightened the rope, pinning her arms to her sides. He jerked her around, roaring, "That's it, little deer whore!! Down on your knees!! HAH!!"

[User] And struggled she did. Bucking around and trying to knock him off while swearing up a storm quite unbefitting of such an innocent creature. "You foul bastard, spawn of dirt and filth! Get off of me! I'll have you trampled and slaughtered like the pig you are! Fucking bastard!" She roared. Her curses weakened, and so did her fighting. Slowly becoming weaker and less energetic. Panting for breath, sweating with exertion. Her weaker legs giving out and slumping her body to the ground. "Get off!" She demanded, gasping for air.

[Assistant] As soon as the girl was down, the hunter wheeled around and looked the rope around her legs. She was immobilized to even get up. Now on her knees as he'd demanded, Erik stood and walked around to her front. "See how rude that little mouth of yours gets, princess...? Wait, ARE you a princess? My, my, but that would be a thing of beauty, wouldn't it?" He made a show of opening his pants and hauling out a nearly footlong member, still flaccid and in need of attention. Erik took a handful of the girl's hair and wrenched her head back. He lewdly slapped her with his cock before chuckling. "Now you're gonna swallow this and get me good and hard, then I'mma spread those hind quarters of yours and show you how a REAL man mates! Oh, and just in case you have any notion a' using those pearly whites..." Erik pulled a flintlock pistol from his belt and cocked it. "I feel the hint of teeth and we're both gonna have a bad day, hear me girl?" He stared down at her, keeping her hair and his gun in his hands while he awaited her response.

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She didn't try to bite him. Not yet. At first, she was keeping her mouth shut and giving little muffled protests "Mmmhf, mmhhnh!" While shaking her head. What little she could shake it, without causing her pain. Athisha didn't know what object that was in his hand, she'd never seen it's like before. But something about it just seemed so threatening. Maybe it was the mystery of it that scared her. For the Deer Princess, it seemed there was only one way out. Sucking the man's tiny cock.

She gave him a glaring sneer, and reluctantly opened her mouth. Easily wide enough to take in the spongy head of his member. Wrapping her soft lips around it, tongue tip swirling around the head and her cheeks puffing in and out from her pulsating sucks. All while fixing him with a threatening look.

[Assistant] For a moment, Erik thought the little prude would need some better encouragement. Maybe shoving the pistol up her arse would do her some good. But lo and behold, she finally gave in and started to blow him. The hunter was impressed that she was so easily able to suck his big cock. There were bigger back at camp, but his was nothing to sneeze at. Of course, had he known the size of giant centaur dick the girl was used to he'd quite possibly have cried. "MMmmm... there you go, sweetie. Just suck it all in. Yessssss..." Erik propped his gun up over his shoulder and let the centauress do her thing. Maybe if she was good enough he'd simply fuck her senseless and leave her in the forest. The fuck-heads at camp wouldn't know any better anyways. Then again, the thought of seeing her body ravaged by all those big men started getting him hard on top of Athisha's hot mouth.

[User] After a while of sucking his cock, getting a little bit deeper. Only as deep as her mouth, his cockhead prodding the back of her mouth, Athisha boredly pulled his saliva-covered meat out. "There, happy yet? I did as you asked and sucked your pathetic man meat." She crossed her arms across her naked tits, making the flesh squish and bulge out around her slender arms. "Foul man thing... Thinking you're so big, hmm? Pathetic. My mate is twice the man you are, and knows how to treat women!" Athisha boasted, with a snooty smile. She wanted to demean him, make him lose control.

[Assistant] Erik simply replied with "Hm" and caught her across the jaw with as hard of a right hand as he possibly could. It was sure to rattle her skull at the very least. "Talk all you like, sweetheart. I bet you won't care how big they are when you got five or six more of these in yeh." He took hold of her small horns, just big enough to get a solid grip on her. The hunter forced his half-hard cock down her throat again, but this time didn't give her the generosity of allowing her to continue. It was his turn, since she decided to be so shite at sucking his dick. He took a couple steps forward, making the girl bend her back over her body painfully. He fucked her mouth hard and fast, shoving his hardening cock into her again and again. His strong hands pulled her face up into him, making his balls slap against her chin. "TAKE IT, bitch!! Suck that dick and love it!!" He beat her face with his pelvis, driving himself into her without heed for her comfort or even safety. This forest cunt needed a lesson in manners before he tossed her to his mates.

[User] "GGHRK GGGLLGK GGGNHNH!!" She screamed while struggling, her voice muffled by a foot of meat ravaging her mouth. Spittle flew out of her mouth from the violent fucking, her throat turning sore. Throat bulging out and turning red, the same as her puffed out cheeks. Tears welled up in her eyes, and started to stream down her face. All she could do was take it, and pray for his pathetic stamina to wear off, before the shame became permanent. All she thought about, was if the Herd would take her back for being so defiled by a human.

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"Fuck, yes... YESSSSS!" Erik fucked Athisha's face over and over, staring at her cute deer tail and wondering how she'd feel from behind. Alas, he became too aroused and would finish too soon for that. "D-dammit, no, I- NNNGGHHHHhh..." Before he was able to pull away, the hunter came hard down Athisha's throat. He gave in to it, holding himself deep within her as he emptied his balls. Just before he was completely done, Erik pulled away, filling her small mouth and streaking her pretty face with his thick leavings.

"Now... swallow..." He pulled his pistol again, waving it at her threateningly. If he wasn't going to get to sample her rear before his mates, then he'd at least take pride in watching her down his load.

[User] Athisha swallowed it down with a few glugs, cringing at the taste. "That's foul... you done yet?" She asked with another sassy sneer. She still thought this was a simple one-and-done sort of deal. Even with her face soiled by semen, she managed to look haughty, high and mighty. Someone, looking down on the human, even as she had a gun to her head and a belly full of his semen. She wiped her lips off. The human tasted almost sour to her. Not like the creamy, rich sweet taste of Centaur semen. After this was done, she decided that she'd need to cleanse her pallet.

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The hunter was done talking. He was pretty sure he was done with her altogether. The deer centaur was proving more trouble than she was worth. He'd have gotten a better blowjob at the local tavern for half a gold coin. He wasn't about to let her go, though. She hadn't learned a damn thing from her demeaning task. This little bitch needed to be taught that being high-and-mighty would be detrimental to one's safety. He looped a rope around her torso, pinning her arms to her sides, then tied off her wrists. He purposefully left her mouth ungagged, so maybe she would piss off his comrades as much as she was trying to piss off him.

Without a word, he gripped the rope at her back and across her ass. Erik hauled the girl up over his head and across his shoulders as if she were a normal deer he'd just killed. Through the woods, he trudged with the weight of her on him. No matter what she may have said, he continued to hike until he reached a small clearing. A solitary, but rather large fire was burning various meats in the center of the camp. Small huts made of leather and wood were erected here and there, making a kind of wall around the outside of the area. Erik walked near the fire and dropped Athisha from his shoulders, unceremoniously letting her thud onto the cold ground. The attention of the camp had caught by that time. Men bigger than Erik were coming out of the shadows and huts, their eyes glistening with this latest catch.

[User] Struggle as she may, curse as she may, Athisha couldn't get free. So, she gave up after some time before Erik got her back to the camp. She couldn't even cross her arms and pout properly, all tied up as she was. She tried to keep her nose up, and ignore the men approaching her. Pretend like they weren't there, and maybe they'd just let her go. She wished she was back with her Herd... ah, that was it! Any second the Herd was going to stampede in, crush these fools and save her! Mhm, that's how it was going to happen for sure! The daydream made Athisha smile, filling herself up with hope.

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"Hah! Look a' that! The bitch is smilin' and ready for us already!" There was a round of laughter from the hunters surrounding Athisha. While in her brief daydream, she seemed not to have noticed that the men were growing more and more naked around her. They'd already been in little more than shirts and pants around the camp, but those were quickly being lost in favor of big, throbbing, unleashed cocks aimed straight at the deer girl. Erik reached down with his knife, easily cutting all of Athisha's bonds away. He smiled and shouted, "She's all yours, boys! You-are-welcome!" The man ducked away to find a nice sleeping spot while his friends made use of the little bitch.

The first to approach gripped her shoulders and planted his lips on hers roughly. He wrapped his big arms around her in a bear hug, forcing his tongue into her mouth. A second came from behind, grabbing the girl's big deer rump and prodding her surprisingly human pussy with his long cock. He smiled, pushing at her until she was wet enough to impale.

[User] Athisha laughed back at them. Though they pawed over her body, groped and teased her, prodding her cunt with a fat cock, she refused to lose her dignity. "Ahaha, you think I'll even feel that thing inside of me?" Of course she would. Centaurs weren't that much bigger, after all. She just wanted to prod them and make them feel worse. "You're all so pathetic... when my clan comes, you'll all see what a real Alpha looks like, hm? I've seen bigger men than you turned in to pathetic little slaves!" The deer threatened.


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"Bishop Andrews instructed me to visit his office this evening, I'm to offer prayers at his alter in his stead." Anton explained to the Templar standing watch over the Bishop's door. The man studied him only a brief moment before standing aside, allowing him access to the room beyond. With a bow of his head, Anton continued in, muttering "blessings of Naidé upon you." to the Templar, barely waiting for his traditional reply of "and with you as well." before closing the door, leaning against it, letting out a long, relieved breath. Anton couldn't even begin to remember the last time he'd told a lie, let alone to another member of the order. Since taking his vows to the goddess, he'd walked a straight and narrow path. Or so he thought, at least. That night was the first of his deliberate lies.

Before he continued, Anton took a moment to remove his hood, setting it aside, along with the cape that made up the majority of the priest's shroud. While he was no longer concealed, his deep green eyes and tan complexion giving his identity away in a heartbeart, what he was about to do... it didn't feel right to do in his full garb, no matter how noble his intent. Naidé was a kind goddess, or so he'd preached, but her laws, and those of the church, were absolute, and stealing his way into the Bishop's office was a grave sin. While he wasn't proud of his actions, he simply had to know the truth.

It was hardly an easy decision, and one he'd considered carefully before making. In the end, he'd decided that unless he learned the truth, he'd never be content to live out his days as a priest. The previous evening, he'd been instructed, by none other than the Bishop himself, not to use his gift for healing on one of the village families he'd be set to visit. Without his care, their youngest was likely to die, but they'd been labeled blasphemers by the church. Through sheer coincidence, Anton happened to overhear the sin the family had committed; they'd prioritized buying food and herbs for their youngest over their tithe, and they weren't the only ones 'in debt' to the church. The idea of it outraged Anton, he could only hope it wasn't true. If it was, however, there was surely something in the Bishop's room that could prove the church's corruption. In truth, Anton hoped he'd find nothing, and be content to return to his life as a priest. If he managed to find something, however, whatever it might be... even he wasn't sure of his next move.

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Silk smiled as she watched the patrol pass by on the street below. She kept out of sight, but only out of a sense of professionalism. No matter how high the humans built their cities, they never looked up. Her only fear of being spotted came from the buildings on the other side of the street, and she already knew there would be no eyes to see her about her business from that direction. Her hand was on the sill of the window when a sound made her freeze. Her ear flicked forward as the room became lit up, the door closing behind whoever had entered. She frowned to herself, her tail lashing from side to side in agitation. The Bishop had not returned, so who was it that was in his rooms?

She pulled out a small mirror and moved it to a low corner of the window, using it to get a view of the inside of the room without exposing that she was there. It took only a moment to catch sight of the figure within, and she watched in curiosity as he removed hood and cloak and turned to face the room. Her lips curled up again as she watched him. He appeared to be one of the priests of the order, and he looked quite guilty about being there. So her information had been correct, and he wasn't supposed to be in the room any more than she was. For a moment, she considered abandoning the job and coming back another night, but her curiosity got the better of her and she decided to move forward despite the hitch in her plans. Who knows, maybe she could have a bit of fun with the priest while she was there.

She waited for him to turn his back to the window before making her move. She'd already observed that it was well oiled, and it slid up far enough for her to slip through without a sound, and it was resting back against its sill just as silently. She waited behind him, her eyes watching his movements until he turned enough for her to slip to cover on the other side of the desk. It had been a while since she'd done anything so risky, and the chance of being caught made things so much more exciting. From her vantage point, she realized that the desk itself had a hidden drawer. She couldn't access it while she was on the wrong side of it, but there was little to no chance that the clumsy priest would even realize it was there, much less discover how to open it. So she waited. She ticked off the seconds and minutes in her head, her tailtip twitching from side to side as she listened to him searching, biding her time until he moved from behind the desk, giving her the opportunity to discover what it was that a Bishop would hide in a secret compartment within his own desk.

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Anton started on the bookshelves; he still wasn't sure exactly what it was that he was looking for, if he were honest. Something proving the church would deny services to families behind on their tithes, or perhaps something proving families were being tithed beyond what they could reasonably afford. Supposedly, from what he'd overheard, it had been the local butcher that reported what the family had spent that had tipped off the church, so perhaps a record of their correspondence. And yet he found nothing; no hidden ledgers, to secretly tucked away fortune, just a large collection of ancient books, most about religious creed or Naidé herself, as well as a few other obscure titles detailing exorcisms, or binding rituals for demons or elder dieties, nothing that seemed especially out of place for the Bishop's office.

With a sigh, Anton leaned against the shelves a moment. "Naidé's breath... what am I doing?" He asked himself, barely above a whisper. He knew what he was doing, however; nothing was exactly what he'd been hoping to find. If he could just continue to do so, surely he could put his doubts to rest. The Bishop's desk caught the corner of his eye. He was running out of time, so it would have to be the last place he looked. Once he found nothing, he could return to his duties, his mind clear and focused again. He walked over to it, pausing to glance over the few documents on top before moving to drawers.

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Slipping around the desk as he moved to stand in front of it, Silk frowned, realizing that the catch she needed to hit to release the hidden compartment was now out of reach and well within his view. She couldn't release it and slip out with her prize without him noticing. Although, considering that he was still completely unaware that he had company, perhaps he was too taken with whatever his own illicit business was to notice even something so brazen as that. She used the reflective surfaces of the room, though those were few, to watch him move. As she waited for him to get on with whatever he was about, she contemplated various things she could do should he prove too great an obstacle to her own mission.

She could always kill him, of course. But murder had never been high on her list of preferred options, and it always drew far more interest than she liked. Sure, the murder itself often took their attention away from the idea of theft, but it often also increased the risk they would discover the theft sooner than she would have liked. Plus, murdering a member of the clergy, even one as corrupt as this church was reported to be, just felt wrong. Kidnapping wasn't an option. Which was just as well. At her smaller size, she was at a notable disadvantage in keeping typical captives under control. Plus, what would she do with him, then? By his looks, he wasn't a high ranking member of the church, and he certainly wouldn't be worth any sort of ransom. No, there would be no kidnapping today.

She could knock him out and be on her way. That idea had it's attraction. The thought that she could procure her prize and be away all the sooner was a definite plus. However, as with killing him, it would bring attention to the fact that she was there at all, and one of her hallmarks was her discretion. If they knew she was there, she'd done something wrong, or been spectacularly unlucky. And while his presence was a stroke of ill luck, it hardly raised to such a level as that. Blackmail, however... her lips curled up as ideas came to her. She could tell by the furtive way he moved that he wasn't supposed to be there, even though he had apparently been let in. And his muttering indicated that he didn't have a clear idea of what it was he was seeking. For all she knew, they had the same goal, which meant that she could gain an ally as well. To be sure, revealing herself would somewhat spoil the idea that they wouldn't know she'd been there, but if things went as she hoped, only one person would know, and he wouldn't be telling.

She watched and she waited until she could slip away from the desk and take up a position to the side, not far from the desk and near to where he'd been looking a moment earlier. She did her best to look both cocky and nonchalant, posing as if she'd been watching him the entire time. Which, to be fair, she actually had been. Just not from that spot. "I think you need the hidden compartment. Would you like me to open it for you?" She kept her voice quiet and light as she asked, trying not to startle him so badly that he alerted the guard outside that something was amiss.

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Despite Silk's best efforts, Anton looked like he nearly jumped out of his skin when she spoke. Was he supposed to be there, he'd likely shouted in either fear or an attempt to alert the templar outside the door. As it was, he barely held his tongue. "Who---" he began, before deciding a second later that a different question was more pressing. "What are you doing here?" He practically demanded, glancing over at the door as he asked, his own guilt apparent. Between being somewhere he wasn't supposed to be, and being startled, he was on the defensive. He scanned her up and down, the way she dressed spoke volumes to her reason for being there. "You're a thief!" He still spoke barely above a whisper, but it was easy to interpret his tone.

The irony was apparently lost to Anton that he was accusing the woman of thievery; in his mind, he was there for a noble cause, while she, however she stole her way into the bishop's office, had to be there for personal gain. He had half a mind to shout for the templar, but his own guilty conscience stopped him. He'd already lied his way inside the room, he didn't want to call any more attention to his presence there than necessary. Every worse, if a thief was caught in the room, the Bishop would likely take notice of the situation, and want to know why Anton was there. "I can't let you take anything, thief." He whispered, hoping she didn't challenge his ability to stop her. "I'd end up taking the blame..." he tried to focus on her, hoping she'd spook and run, but his eyes kept drifting to the desk. She'd mentioned a hidden compartment. He couldn't imagine why a Bishop would have one... unless they had something to hide. The thought was burning in the back of his mind. If he could just get rid of the thief, he could investigate for himself!

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The feline thief manage to keep from laughing at the way he jumped at the sound of her voice, the look of guilt on his face nearly comical. Silk watched as he considered his options, looking for a brief moment as if he might call for help. But, no, she had been right; he wasn't supposed to be there much more than she was, and so he kept his voice pitched low so as not to alert the guard that there were two interlopers inside the bishop's own office.

At the correct identification of her profession, she gave a bow with a flourish, far enough away that only someone waiting for an opening might take advantage of the brief moment of inattention. "You are quite correct. I am a thief. And a good one, if I may boast a bit. You, however, are not a thief. Well, not, yet, anyway, though you do look to be changing that," she said, letting his intent to deny her her target pass without comment.

However, when he gave a reason why, she did give a small laugh. "O-ho. I see how it is. You aren't trying to stop me because you don't want me to steal anything. You're only interested in protecting yourself. How very noble of you," she teased, deciding that she was absolutely going to toy with this man. "So, what will you do for me to get me to open that compartment for you?" she asked, her voice practically dripping honey. Only the densest of individuals could miss the fact that she had plans beyond those which were already quite evident, and even then, she wasn't entirely sure this man would take notice.

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"Why would I ever make a bargain with a thief?" Anton's whisper was barely below speaking volume, and completely incredulous. It was hard to tell if he'd caught her suggestion at all through his attempts to remain self-righteous. Despite his best efforts, it'd be hard for one as observant as her to miss his eyes tracing her form in a curious manor, moments before his jaw tightened and he stuck to his earlier demands. "No, you need to leave, this is a holy place." he said, the urgency in his voice apparent, doing his best to change his reason for his concern to her being there. For whatever it was worth, he was holding out with a conviction few men would. Perhaps it was the taboo purported largely by the church against the... intermingling of their species, perhaps it was some sense of duty or morality.

When she didn't immediately budge, his eyes zipped back to the door briefly, before he looked back at her once more. "What is it you're even here for? If it's some trinket or riches, there's little to find here. Priests of Naidé rarely take comfort in... material..." he paused, his mind still on the hidden drawer. Why did the Bishop have it? Earlier that day, he'd have been certain in his convictions about his order, but at the moment... the entire reasons he was even there was too alleviate his suspicion that the church was abusing their power to build their wealth, and denying services such as his to those who didn't play along...

He glanced back at the thief, waiting for her answer. If it was some small trinket, or something he could give her, maybe something could be worked out. The idea of working with a criminal... he was hardly pleased with himself, but he had to know the truth. And if his suspicions were warranted... the woman would be the least of the evils he'd been working with.

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Her eye twinkled as he responded, watching him and waiting for him to wind down a bit before responding. Silk watched as he looked her over; so he was a man beneath those robes after all. Excellent. She also watched as he glanced towards the hidden compartment, curious as to whether he might be after the same thing that she sought. He certainly spoke as one who was committed to his order; perhaps he had caught wind of their foul doings and was seeking to alleviate his own fears and suspicions. If so, he was going to be sorely disappointed. Then again, after she was done toying with him, perhaps he wouldn't.

"My apologies, but I cannot leave until I have what I came for." She leered at him as she pushed herself away from the support she'd been leaning against as she sauntered her way up to him, having to fight the urge to stay out of his reach, their height difference becoming even more evident as she neared. Her training and experience would have her keep away, but she judged that this one wouldn't hurt her unless she gave him no choice. And of the choices she was going to make for him this night, that was not one of them. "Oh, no. I'm looking for neither trinkets nor riches. I have no use for the former and the latter will be provided by those who hired me." Her tail moved languidly from side to side as she moved, coming to a stop mere inches from him, her head tilted up to meet his eyes as she reached out to touch his chest. "What I seek is something far more provocative. Something that is likely to reside in that compartment that you cannot get out of your mind, now that you know it exists. What's in it? Is it something prurient? Perhaps criminal? Might it be something blasphemous?" she asked in mock horror.

If he hadn't moved away or slapped her hand away from him, she would trace her claws down his arm, seeking to use only enough pressure to tease as she reached down to grip his hand. "Why don't we find out... together?" The final word was said in a husky whisper, as if what she was suggesting they do together was something far less innocent than the opening of a compartment, no matter how hidden. Once she had hold of his hand, she moved to where she had deduced the catch was located, using his own finger to press the switch, enjoying the intimacy of the contact even as she left only his mark upon the desk as a small panel shifted, the ornate wood sliding forward and drooping slightly it's hinge, needing only a small tug to clear the edge and expose the space hidden behind it. She made no move to open the space. It didn't really matter to her who found what first. Even if they were both after the same object, she would be the one leaving with the ledger, trusting to her skills and her wiles against his inexperience and piety.

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Anton shivered at her touch. In the back of his mind, a nagging, pious voice reminded him to resist her wiles and temptations; she had no interest in him, only in the prize she was after. What would a woman like herself see in a priest? Not only that, she was nekarian; sleeping with a human was even more taboo to her than than she was to him. Despite knowing it all, it didn't stop him from nearly squirming as she raked her nails down his body to ultimately take his hand, letting her guide him for just a moment before changing his mind as she pressed his finger into the desk. He didn't even realize what it was she was attempting to do, by using him to open the desk, assuming her intent was simply entice his curiosity enough to keep him from calling the guards. "Wait!" He said it a second too late, pulling his hand back just after the drawer popped open.

Holding the hand that had released the drawer in the other, fingers sliding over it as though attempting to rub the sin off his finger, he stared at the drawer a moment, repeating the motion nervously. Her husky voice and soft touch were almost immediately forgotten as he simply gaped ion disbelief that the Bishop's desk truly held a secret drawer. It took several moments of pondering to decide what to do next. In the end, it was too late to turn back; just knowing the drawer was even there was enough to give him doubt. He needed to know what it contained. It was too late for him to simply abandon the idea of search the Bishop's office and return to his duties, living out his life as a priest in blissful ignorance. There's always be a doubt unless he followed through. If the drawer held nothing, then his search would be over, and he could happily return, knowing the Bishop had nothing worth hiding. If he found something, however, he could never return to his old life knowing what he knew. Worse still, if she was right, and she found something blasphemous...

"If what you're looking for exists..." he began to ask, trying to hold on to the possibility it didn't. "What are you going to do with it?" If they found something, it wasn't enough to simply know it existed. Something would need to change. If he let the thief take whatever evidence they found, and she decided to keep it to blackmail the church, it would only make things worse for the families he was concerned with. It needed to find it's way to the right hands, thought he still had no idea whose those hands could be, other than they likely weren't hers. "I'll make you a deal..." he decided the best option was to appeal to whatever sense of decency she might still have. "If we find something, I'll help you leave the abbey, and we find the right person to give it to. Someone that can help, and you can keep whatever reward they give you. But if there's nothing here, and the church is innocent, you have to leave with without anything from this place, and I'll..." he hesitated. He had nothing to offer; no jewels, no valuables, and he'd never try and make healing bargaining chip or a price, he'd offer the service freely to whoever needed it. "I'll owe you a favor." He said decisively, hoping it sounded like a better bargain than he imagined it did.


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Phee didn't mind open relationships. She herself had a sort of revolving door when it came to lovers. So she didn't bat an eye when she noticed Corella checking out the waiter. She was more embarrassed when Corella asked about elves.

"Well, uh... ya see..." Phee rubbed the back of her head. "It's not like we really want to be vegetarians... meat is pretty good and all... and it's kinda dumb that we can't eat it, given how good some of us are at hunting... but... we're just not built for it... and you're right... there are very few 'pure' elves left... mostly rich families with country estates. Most elves you find can eat some sort of meat cause their heritage is mixed," Phee looked eager to change the subject. "So, is this your first time in Galinia?"

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Corella had another question or two, but Phee obvious didn't want to talk too much about elves right now, it seemed. Maybe she'd get the chance to ask later. Besides, they still had far more interesting things to do here and now than to just ask twenty questions about elves. Still, the deflection question was a little bit weak and Corella wasn't even sure if she wanted to answer it, not when there were so many other delectable things to learn about the gunsmith.

"Yeah, but I've liked it so far. Now tell me, what kinds of things are you into?" Corella asked outright, if with her voice hushed somewhat and with her leaned forward, "To be honest, I find you very attractive and so long as you feel the same way, I think we both know where this is going after our fun in the park earlier. I'm up for anything, trust me." She said, cocking an eyebrow at Phee.

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Phee didn't think that discussing Galinia was lame. She loved the city, she loved the way it worked. Phee could talk for hours about the best shops, the cafes, everything. But then again, Corella's conversation choice was... interesting.

"Stuff? Oh... hehe..." Phee let out a nervous laugh. "With guys, it's usually I like big fellas. I really like being overpowered by them. So long as they don't think they can have power over me anywhere else but the bedroom. In fact, Elgaru is really good at that. Obedient as hell in the shop, a real bear in the bedroom." Phee's eyes gave an off-distance look as she was filled with naughty memories. "With women, I tend to like similar styles. But I like my ladies all shapes and sizes. As long as she's aggressive enough..." Phee blushed. "Uh... what do you like?"

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Corella listened to Phee with a knowing smirk. The fact that she'd slept with Elgaru was a juicy little tidbit that the tiefling hadn't been expecting, but the fact that she not only had a past and possibly recurring thing with the man who worked for her, but kept it professional, as she'd seen earlier. It was pretty amazing and not just a testament to Phee, but also to the backward brute who'd been ready to refuse service to Corella on grounds of her demonic heritage. Maybe there was more to Phee than Corella thought at first. As time went on, she was discovering more and more delectable layers to the elf woman and she couldn't help but see what came next.

The tiefling held her knowing smirk as she rested her chin in her palm, elbow on the table. The waiter returned with their food, but Corella only gave him a passing glance as she explained her side, with him still there at first.

"I like being aggressive." Corella said, and as if to illustrate the point, she lifted a foot up and slid the toe of her boot along Phee's calf, "I like flexibility, too, and not just in the obvious way. When I say I like to be aggressive, I like that same sort of energy in my partners." She explained, adding the plurality to partners automatically, "But I usually take the roll they need from me. I won't lie, I like to take it as hard as I can dish it out, but..." It was at this point that the waiter, red-faced, scurried away, "...that doesn't mean I won't do what's asked of me. After all, my magic gives me a few tricks, not to mention my heritage. You'd be surprised what a girl can do with a tail like this."

To finish her explanation, Corella speared a potato from her stew and plopped it into her mouth, chewing it on one side and bulging her cheek there.

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Phee was surprised by how yummy the food smelled when it came out. It was... quite pleasant. She'd have to come here more often!

Phee blushed as she felt Corella's foot on her calf. She looked around, her face wildly red. She could feel the waiter staring at her, and she was suddenly very aware that she was in a public place. Mentally, Phee began to will the waiter to go away, and the seconds he remained felt eternal. But, finally, he was gone, and once Phee was sure that no one was staring at them, she answered Coreela. "I-I can be anything you want me to be... I can be aggressive if you need me to be... I can be your submissive little pet too. As long as I get to see what that pretty tail does," she hid her face in her fried food, dipping it in the sweet chili sauce that was provided before taking big but neat bites.

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While Phee spoke, Corella ate. She maintained that sort of intrigued, knowing look throughout, though, even as she chewed the meat and potatoes. Compared to Phee, Corella munched right through the rather tough beef without any problem at all and as she went on, she gave more thought to the idea of not finishing her meal. She didn't want to be stuffed for what they were going to do next. At least, not until she got the chance to stuff Phee, anyways.

"Submissive little pet?" Corella asked, especially interested in that part, "Too bad I'm the only one with a tail, then. I think I have a few ideas of what I can do to you. Sorry, I mean do with you." She said, giggling before popping another potato in her mouth.

[User] "S-sure you did," Phee let out a soft giggle. Her bites had slowed down to nibbles. She was still hungry, but all of her food was fried. Too much of it would make her bloated and lazy. Phee began to rely more and more on her mug of ale, taking big gulps of it to fill her up. Unfortunately, this gave Phee a bit of a buzz. Her cheeks turned a delicate pink and became warm. She began to look at Corella with more lust than before. "You know, we could just pack this stuff up... save it for later?"

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Corella noticed things about Phee, the nervousness, but also the attention she was paying to what was around her. The fact that she was being very careful about what she ate, considering what they'd been talking about, told Corella that the elf was doing the same thing she was. Making sure not to overstuff herself for what came next. Of course, relying more on the drink just brought it along faster, but Corella didn't mind that one bit. So long as Phee wasn't too far gone and would still remember this tomorrow, then Corella was perfectly happy.

"Tell you what, why don't I just put this on my tab and then buy you breakfast tomorrow?" She asked, not quite waiting for an answer before getting up and beckoning Phee to follow.

Corella led her upstairs to the hallways where the rooms were. She slid her key into one of them and opened it up while using her tail to slide up and down Phee's leg teasingly. Once inside, she quickly shut the door after Phee, making sure they had privacy as she tossed the key onto a pile of her belongings and then immediately turned around to Phee, pushing the elf hard up against the wall and locking her lips against that of the other woman. The kiss was passionate and deep, Corella's tongue demanding entrance, but meanwhile, her hands fumbled at Phee's fly, sliding one hand inside and going right for her folds to rub them, the other hand just trying to work the girl's bottoms off, not worrying about the top just yet.

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Phee nodded eagerly when Corella offered to just skip dinner and pay for breakfast. To be honest, she couldn't care less whether Corella bought her breakfast or not. She just knew that the she needed this little demoness. Right. Now.

She quickly followed Corella upstairs, to her inn room. Phee blushed as she felt Corella's tail move up and down, slowly along her smooth leg. Oh Gods, she wanted this so badly. She was about to ask Corella where they should start when she was pushed against the wall. A small 'eep!' escaped Phee before the demon kissed her roughly. Phee almost immediately kissed back, after the initial shock. Their tongues began to dance with each other. Phee's hand snacked up to it's usual target, Corella's breast, while she let out a muffled moan as the demoness played with her folds. She would be able to tell that Phee was more than a bit aroused. Corella was bold, and that did embarrass Phee a bit, but it turned her on more than anything else.

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Fantastic, so the lusty looks weren't just the booze talking. That was fantastic news and as Corella's fingers grew slick, she grew even bolder and those slender appendages slid further down and promptly inserted themselves inside Phee's wet cunt, pumping in and out immediately over her G-spot, identifying it the unique texture, one Corella knew well. Meanwhile, she reached with her other hand, keeping Phee pinned with her mouth, to undo the clasps of her overalls-shorts, the top falling down and exposing the white shirt underneath. Then, she started working the buttons off that shirt, nothing at all underneath, until the thing hung like an open vest with her breasts deliciously exposed.

Corella parted from the kiss with Phee to show her tongue hanging out of her mouth until the tip touched the bottom of her chin, showing that demonic heritage even more, "Don't take any of it off." Corella said, keeping her shirt on, but dropping the overall shorts to expose a pair of panties, which she used one hand to move down until the top of her own wet pussy was exposed. Her eyes glowed pink as a magic circle appeared over her skin and, slowly, a magic, tentacular cock grew out from her clit, the tiefling moaning and chewing her lower lip as it appeared. Her panties clung underneath it and her boots stood between the legs of the overalls shorts while her shirt hung uselessly with her breasts exposed.

Roughly, she grabbed Phee and spun her around, pushing her front against the wall and immediately moving her hands down to hook into her pants, sliding them down until her ass was exposed, but no farther. Then, she made sure Phee was pushing her hips out as she used her hands to spread the woman's ass apart and press her cock right up against the woman's pussy, pressing harder and harder until she slipped inside. "Ahn!" Corella panted as she quickly hilted herself inside Phee, "Now how does that feel, pet?"

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Phee let out muffled moans and squeals as Corella thrust her fingers into her cunt. She was practically shaking, her entrance twitching. Corella's fingers were quick and skilled, and the elf felt like she was constantly on the edge of ecstasy.  Phee's eyes devoured Corella's figure as she undressed. Oh Gods, Phee would give anything just to get a taste of the demoness. And if Corella had given her a moment, the elf would have been down on her knees.

She wasn't prepared for what happened next. As Corella's magical cock grew, Phee's eyes grew wide. "O-oh~" she said softly, biting her own lip in response. She would have done... something, but once again, Corella was too quick for her. Next thing she knew, she was against the wall and Corella was behind her, pushing into her. "Oh~" Phee moaned, gasping. "It-it feels so good~. Thank you, mistress!"

Corella was doing everything right. The aggression, the pushing, even the way she called Phee 'pet'. It was like a fantasy has come to life. If Corella kept up this merciless attitude, Phee would be putty in her hands.

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Corella stayed still, for the most part, her thick cock throbbing in Phee's wet cunt as she kept her hips pressed to the elf's deliciously round ass, only moving to grind against her, but not yet give her the satisfaction of being pounded silly. The smooth, firm skin of her hips rubbed ceaselessly against that of Phee's pert butt, sliding that cock around inside her as she went, groaning a little as Phee added that last word. Being called mistress got Corella hot in all the right ways. She wasn't a total dom and she liked being pinned down and fucked mercilessly, but she was a good switch, too. She settled easily into this role because Phee liked it and that made Corella like doing it. Seeing her partner wet and squirming from something as small as this bought great pleasure to the mage-hunter and they were just getting started.

"Ooh, I like that!" Corella said, bringing a hand down to spank Phee's ass and leaving both hands on her cheeks to grope her with needy, hungry fists, "Don't stop saying that and I won't stop fucking you. Ever." She whispered into the elf's ear before sliding her hands up and grasping Phee's hips, rearing back with her own and then coming back with enough force as to spank the other woman with her body, her thrusts were so forceful.

[User] While Corella stayed still, Phee moved around (as much as she could), letting out light whines of arousal and pleading. She wanted nothing more than for Corella to pound her into oblivion, and if the demoness wanted her to put forth the effort to make that happen, that's what she would do. She craned her neck to look at Corella, only gasping and getting back into position when she was spanked. When Corella finally began to pound her, the elf cried out, clinging to the wall as much as she could. "Oh... oh mistress~" she panted, her cunt twitching as she felt sensations up and down her body. She'd never been this turned on before. Was this demon magic? Some kind of spell? She didn't care, all she knew was that it felt... sooo good. "P-please don't ever stop!" she breathed.

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Corella's pants and moans grew heavier the more she thrusted against Phee. Her hips slammed hard into the elf's ass again and again, relentlessly as her fanged mouth hung agape and her hot breath cascaded over the back of Phee's neck. Her cock dribbled pre-cum heavily, painting Phee's walls with white tinted pink as she went on and on. Occasionally, she'd slap Phee's ass again, just for the fun of it, but after a while, she began to feel her orgasm approaching and she didn't want to cum inside Phee, not yet. She wanted to pain this elf, to ruin this room with her spunk, but she wanted Phee to want that. So, her tail slithered around in front of Phee, wrapped close to one thigh until it found her clit and then, with expert technique, the spade-tip began to rub against the elf's clit.

"Say it again!" Corella barked, "Tell me how good I'm fucking you!"

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Phee could already feel cum inside of her pussy. While normally that would the signal the end of sex, Corella just kept thrusting, and thrusting... Phee could only assume it was thanks to the magic, and her cunt was more than grateful for that.

She barely heard Corella speak, but she replied with shaky enthusiasm anyways. "Oh-oh Mistress~ It feels so good... I can't... h-hold back..." Phee panted, her cunt twitching. "I'm gonna... ah... ah...!" she cried out as her entrance collapsed around Corella's magical, tentacled cock. Her nails dug into the wall in vain, as she gasped for breath. "Oh... oh..." she panted.

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Corella panted and groaned, grunting as her hips slapped Phee's ass through the clenching that was her orgasm. She felt that hole tighten and it began to drive her over the edge, but Corella could feel it, she didn't let herself be overwhelmed, After all, what would be the fun in that? She rammed her cock forward again, but this time, the sensations did drive her over the edge and she immediately pulled out, holding her cock up as she stroked it furiously before painting a magnificent load all over Phee's ass. Ropes of cotton-candy pink cum covered the pale derriere and Corella's groans of pleasure descended as she did it.

The tiefling wasn't ready to let Phee out of that position yet, though. Corella immediately fell to her knees, the remainder of her dribbling going down onto the floor as she stuck out her long tongue and dragged it across Phee's supple cheek, catching what she'd just deposited and cleaning the elf's curves until only the chill of saliva blown away by the wind was left behind. She stood up, her tail wagging behind her now since Phee's orgasm had passed, but she was curiously quiet.

She took one of Phee's hands and turned her toward her, delicate hands coming up to undo the elf's shirt, working quickly until her chest was completely bare. Then, Corella, with mischief in her eye, looked up to Phee, opened her mouth to show how full of her own spunk it was and then spat it on her chest, leaning down to slather it around as a mixture of cum and saliva coated the entirety of Phee's breasts until they were nice and sticky, but pleasant smelling (one of the magical traits of Corella's cum). "There, I like it better there. Now, pet, get the rest of that off and get in bed for me. Now!" Corella barked again, reaching down and spanking Phee, hard.

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Phee let out a soft gasp as she felt the sensation of cum along her rear, followed by the tingle of Corella's tongue, and the cool of the saliva left behind. Phee barely had time to say a word before Corella spun her around again. It was a surprise the poor elf wasn't dizzy at that point. But Phee remained stable as Corella opened up her red shirt, allowing her to leave the sweet-smelling cum on her rounded, plush tits.

Phee let out a slight 'eep!' as Corella spanked her again, her cheeks turning a deep red. "Y-yes mistress," she mewled. She quickly removed her top, and her pants followed, forming a careless heap on the floor.

Phee's body was curvy, deliciously average with a bit of softness to it. She had slight tan lines on her lower arms, which were the only muscular part about her. The rest of her was pale and squishy, save for the parts where Corella's cum covered her. As Phee sat on the bed, and eventually laid down, her breasts and rear jiggled, as if they were eager to be fully free from her clothing. "What are you going to do to me, mistress?" Phee asked, an innocent tone to her voice, though it was more sultry than anything else. A bit of her blush faded, and between her pointy ears, line of freckles, and cum-covered tits, the elf made quite a display.

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Corella didn't take her clothes off for now, though, but watched with glee as Phee abandoned hers. She loved the way the elf's body jiggled as she moved about, the softness of it helping Corella understand why the girl was prone to submissiveness. The tiefling felt similarly and it showed on her body as well as she sauntered over to the bed, cock still hard, but her own breasts bouncing and the soft flesh of her thighs and rear moving in the same way Phee's had. She knelt down, pressing the tip of her cock to Phee's entrance and immediately entering her again.

"I'm going to take what I want and what I want is this tight, juicy pussy, pet." Corella said, already beginning to move her hips back and forth, giving Phee no time to rest between orgasms.

Corella pistoned slowly this time, but her tail snaked back around again. The faint sheen of her own juices coloring the tip, Phee found herself confronted with the odd spade-tipped tail hovering over her own lips. Corella had to lean forward for the length to work, so she'd started to thrust down at an angle rather than simply back and forth, but as her delicate hands gripped Phee's hips and she started to get into a steadier, swifter rhythm, she looked down to the elf with a serious look. "Suck it." She commanded.

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Phee yelped as Corella suddenly thrust into her, her cunt twitching, her juices staining her thighs and crotch. She was still wildly sensitive from her first orgasm, and here Corella was, thrusting into her before she even had a chance to recover.

Corella didn't even have to tell Phee to suck her tail. The elf's mouth was already open, agape with pleasure as the demoness continued her ruthless assault. Corella could easily push the tail into her mouth and even down her throat without so much as a gag. But where was the fun in that? Phee wrapped her lips eagerly around the tip of Corella's pointed tail and began to suck. She could taste a hint of her juices, from when Corella rubbed against her clit. "Mmf..." she murmured, allowing Corella's tail to go the back of her mouth.

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Again, Corella needed to lean forward a little to get her tail where she wanted it, but with this vantage point, once Phee had taken it into her mouth, she was able to thrust the thing further until ti did come to the entrance of her throat, that unique spade tip curling on itself to become as thick as any cock, but not as thick as the one Corella was pounding her pussy with. She didn't need to rest because the spell didn't require it and although she, too, was sensitive after her own orgasm, she'd done this so often that she was used to the spikes of pleasure driving themselves into her spine and endeavored to give Phee as much pleasure as she could by thrusting down into her quickly and savagely.

After a few minutes and by the time Phee had recovered from her earlier orgasm, Corella's slid her tail back and away. At first, it seemed she was just done having the elf suck it, moving back to keep thrusting into her cunt at a better angle, that wet schlicking noise filling the room along with their moans, but soon, Corella slid that tail between her legs and underneath until it's tip found Phee's rear entrance. There, it began applying pressure, more and more, lubricated by the elf's saliva until it pushed inside and with each of Corella's thrusts, she sent her cock and her tail into both of Phee's holes.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Corella exclaimed, panting with her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she railed the elf.


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Anthony stepped onto the block on the center of the stage next to the host or the Auctioneer as they referred to themselves. The block the Auctioneer referred to as the 'auction block'. He couldn't believe he was doing this, he couldn't believe his sister had convinced him to get auctioned off for a day. It was for charity and all but still this wasn't like him. He stood there back straight, towering over the Auctioneer at 6 feet 2 and towering over the crowd, as he stood there wearing a designer suit. He scanned the crowd seeing the ladies in the room and hearing a hoot and holler now and then.

He realized no one really knew what to expect from this part of the auction. A lot of money had already been raised just for the price of entry and during the silent auction, but this portion the 6 volunteers who would be servants to the highest bidders. The bidding started out simply as the Auctioneer described him and his good qualities, quickly becoming frantic and raising to one thousand dollars, but soon a voice from the back of the room called out five thousand and silenced the rest of the room. It silenced the crowd and no one seemed to dare bet against such a confident women, as if they knew even if they raised the bid that the lady would out bid them. The Auctioneer declared "Sold, to the lady in the back"

Anthony smiled happy he went for a good sum, he wondered to himself who that young attractive lady was and why she decided to bid on him. Well he would find out soon enough as he stepped off the block and off the stage. The auction continued behind him.

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Cassie stood frozen on the spot as the committee member who was pretending to be an auctioneer shouted "Sold!", her heart hammered in her chest as she realized what she had just done. She had just bought Anthony's services for twenty four hours, services she was to dictate. Something she had protested against in the first place. _Oh Boy!_ her impulsive nature had just got the better of her again. Sighing and resigned to her fate she walked over to the Auction desk and tried to ignore the smirk off the committee members who where taking all the details of the bidders so they could claim payment.

Cassie filled in the form, at the same time mentally going through her schedule to find out when she would have time for claiming her prize. Unlike her sister, Cassie actually worked for a living, her trust fund was a nice nest egg, even if she had used it to purchase some assets, like her house and car. She asked for a sheet of paper and an envelope. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Anthony making his way towards her, although his progress was slow as people kept stopping him to congratulate him for making such a tidy sum. She took a large gulp of her wine, wondering how she was going to explain why she had just done what she had done.

Taking the paper and a pen Cassie scribbled down her address, a time and a date. She folded the paper and slid it into the envelope just as Anthony finally reached her. Taking a deep breath, Cassie turned, her blue Marilyn Munro style dress, swirling around her knees, as she looked up at him. Her breath caught in her throat. He was even more handsome than she remembered and she felt the teenage giddiness she hadn't felt in a long time bubble to life, swiftly followed by a grown woman's desires. It took a supreme effort but she managed to get out a "Hi."

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Anthony was lead from the stage by one of the lady volunteers, he followed her slowly as the auction continued behind him. The next volunteer stepping onto the block and the auctioneer talking about him. The bidding was not as frantic as it was for him. As he was led through the crowd to the Auction Desk. Anthony assumed he would meet the lady who bought him at the table, which he was quite curious about. He wondered who would pay so much just to have him play butler or handyman for them for the day. Then again these weren't poor ladies and it was for a good cause. He got words of congratulations and comments from various ladies as he made it through the crowd.

As he approached the Auction Desk he saw a young lady, in her 20s he guessed, in a tight blue dress, he guessed this could be the lady who bought his services. Just as he got there she spun to greet him. She was quite attractive, with a large smile and the dress showed off her body nicely.

"Hi, I'm Anthony, but you know that... congratulations... you were the high bidder right? " He smiled at her holding out his hand to greet her. "I hope you'll take it easy on me and won't be to demanding." He spoke playfully.

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Cassie looked at his hand which he held out to her a little confused, then she lifted blue eyes to meet his walnut colored ones and realized he didn't recognize her. She had always suspected that he hadn't really paid much attention to her all those years ago, but she hadn't realized she was so forgettable. She was caught between feeling hurt and amusement. Amusement won over and she shook his hand.

"I'm Cassie." she tried not to yank her hand from his as an electric current shot up her arm and then zapped her erogenous zones, but she let it go when the appropriate amount of time had past without making the effect he had on her obvious. And since he didn't recognize her maybe she could have a little bit of fun with him. "And I am sure you wont have any issues with what I have in mind for you." She said with confidence, even though at this precise moment in time she couldn't think of what she was going to get him to do.

"Unfortunately I am going to have to make you wait a whole week though, as I have a few work commitments to take care of over the next few days." Because she had no intentions on bidding anyone and hadn't made any plans for this. She handed him the envelope "My address is in there, if Friday is convenient for you."

[User] She seemed a little shy to Anthony as she took his hand in greeting. There eyes met and he admired her beautiful blue eyes. "Cassie what a lovely name." She felt familiar to him but he didn't know how, that happened often to him where someone would remind him of someone from his past. "I'm your servant for 24 hours, I just hope you are a kind Mistress and not to demanding." He teased playing the part in response to her. "next week will be fine, I didn't expect it to start this evening. I'm sure I can rearrange a thing or two and make Friday work. " He spoke cheerfully and with a smile, it seemed this young lady was all business. "and what time should I arrive, 8am? I expect you want to get your monies worth. Anything else you'd like to tell me or I should be prepared for?" He asked trying to keep the mood light and playful.

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The way he said her name made it clearer he didn't remember her at all. She contemplated telling him right there and then, but something held her back, she wasn't sure what it was or why. It intrigued her what it would be like to spend some time with him without his history with Valerie clouding his judgment.

She had written 10 AM on the note she had given him, but if he wanted to come round before then, that was fine with her "8 AM is fine. And to be completely honest, I had no intentions of bidding on anything tonight, since I organized the silent auction." Why she felt she needed to tell him the truth about why she bid on him when she was sort of withholding her identity, she wasn't sure, but it felt right. She gave him a shrug of her shoulder and an impish smile "An impulse buy. I am going to have to think of things for you to do during the week, but I promise not to be too demanding."

There was a few things around the house she had been putting off, perhaps she could give him some of them to do. She made a mental note.

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She had a glimmer behind her eyes like she was hiding something from him. Anthony wasn't sure if he should believe her or not when she said she hadn't intended on bidding. He didn't believe that a lady bid $5000 on a whim. Either way though she had won him and he would be hers for a day. "well for someone who hadn't intended on bidding, that was quite an impulse buy, you scared the others off, I'll be at your place at 8am sharp, and I'll be prepared for whatever you need." He spoke cooly and confidently with a smile on his face. "I'm sure you have work to do and I should go back to my sister who brought me here, I'll see you in a week, Miss Cassie." He said with a grin and a wink.

Friday morning he drove his red sports car to the address he was given, a lovely house in the hip part of town. He wore a nice pair of khakis and a button down flannel, clothes he didn't mind getting dirty, not sure what type of work was ahead of him for the day. He approached the door and rang the bell waiting for the lady he met the other week to answer the door.

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It took Cassie a few days to think about what she had done and why. The only thing she could come up with was so she could spend some time with Anthony the way she use to dream about, except she only had twenty four hours with him. She was working an event for a bachelorette party when she was suddenly struck with inspiration of what what she could have him do all day. She put her plans into action to be ready for his arrival.

Friday morning Cassie got up and dressed, she slipped on blue bikini that was just about covered her breasts and although the bottoms weren't a thong but they did tie on either hip. She finished her ensemble with a black wrap dress, but decided not to wear shoes.

By the time her door bell went she was ready to do the wildest thing she had ever done. She paused to take a deep breath and then pulled the door open. "Hi." she smiled in greeting, stepping back to let him in.

[User] Anthony stood at the door not knowing what to expect. He stood patiently as it took a few moments for her to come to the door. When she did he was pleasantly surprised, she looked quite attractive in her black wrap dress, the dress showing off her curves. Those lovely blue eyes flashing at him as she greeted him. There was that feeling again, something about her that he couldn't pinpoint. He greeted her cheerily with a big smile, "Hi Cassie... how are you today?" He asked as he stepped inside.

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"I'm great thanks, you?" Cassie asked closing the door behind him. Her eyes raked over him, he'd looked pretty hot in his suit the other night, he didn't look at all bad now either, but she was sure he would look even better in what she had in mind for him.

"Can I get you anything?" she asked being the perfect hostess "I just put on a pot of coffee." She walked over the wooden floor from the entrance way towards the large kitchen with its breakfast bar and center island with granite counters. It had all the mod cons that a kitchen that was used frequently could need.

She was feeling a little nervous about today, something a little stronger than coffee would be good about now but since it was still a little too early for alcohol, coffee it was. She looked up at him. The flutter in her lower stomach wasn't just nerves, hormones were definitely playing a large part in what she had planned for today. Hormones she hoped would be sated by the end of the day.

[User] "I'm well thanks... still amused that my sister convinced me to be auctioned off. But here I am. Coffee sounds perfect." Anthony wondered if he just saw her looking him over. He still was curious to know what he would be doing this day. He followed her to the kitchen, she had a nice house, he actually didn't know if she lived her alone or with someone. He guessed she wasn't married as she didn't wear a wedding ring. As he followed her he couldn't help but notice she had nice legs and nice curves from behind. "aren't I the one supposed to be getting you coffee Cassie?" He asked playfully watching as she started to pour him a cup. "black is fine" He commented before she finished pouring and went to take the cup as she passed it towards him. He took a sip. "Thanks this is just what I needed, so are you going to tell me my tasks for the day, or are you going to keep it a secret?"

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It looked like they both had their sisters to thank for this little encounter then, Cassie couldn't help thinking. Although she wasn't actually sure how Valerie would react when she found out her baby sister had bid on him or what she intended for the day, she had no idea why the two of them had broken up. Cassie had done a little research on him over the last few days, she knew what he did for a living and from what she could figure out he was neither married nor in a serious relationship, but that didn't mean he didn't have a woman in his life, which meant she was going to have to tread carefully and find out before she put all her plans for today into action.

She laughed when he asked her shouldn't he be the one getting her coffee "Fair enough, I will remember for the rest of the day the kitchen is your domain and if I want anything I will have to ask. Call this a perk before you officially go on the clock." Adding a little cream and sugar to her coffee after she gave him his coffee, she walked over to the breakfast bar and slid up onto one of the stools, the skirt part of her dress falling open to reveal a little more thigh than she would normally be comfortable showing, but she didn't pull the flap of material to cover up.

"It's not a secret, I thought you might be able to help me out with a little research project. I remembered you mentioned last Friday night about being a butler for the day which coincided with something I am working on. I am an events organizer, I have been asked to organize a bachelorette party in a few weeks, and one of the requests was for some butlers for the evening." she gave him a playful smile. "I have a couple of butlers outfits to have a look at for the party, if your game you could wear one of them for the day."

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Anthony really had know idea what he was in for. He knew nothing about this young lady, only that she had some money, money to waste at that and that she was a young attractive lady, oh and that her first name was Cassie. He was curious about the situation he was in but felt that this was all for a good cause, and for fun. He thought he might be in for a little manual labor but not much more.

"don't get me wrong he responded, I like being waited on, you can get me coffee and drinks all day long if you want." He said playfully with a smile on his face taking another sip of his coffee. "Though I don't think you paid so much to wait on me, did you?" He continued teasingly, noticing how she found her way onto the stool, showing off her legs under her dress. "I see you want me to dress the role, a butler outfit sure, I'm at your beck and call for the day right?" He was game for this, he wanted to make sure she got her money worth. He wasn't thinking really, he was thinking this was all for fun, vanilla fun, he wasn't thinking that the butler outfit would be something X-rated. "So where is the outfit you want me to wear Cassie? or do I call you Ma'am?"

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Sliding back off the stool, her coffee cup left on the counter, Cassie felt a little thrill that he had agreed to wear the uniform. "Cassie is fine." She grinned at him "Be back in a sec." After all those teenage fantasies about him, wanting to be with him, she wasn't about to ruin an aspect of it by making him call her Ma'am. She liked hearing him say her name.

She headed towards the study, which she used as her office, and returned to the kitchen with the garment bag, with both butler outfits inside. "I will let you decided which one you feel more comfortable in." She said handing him the bag.

One of the outfits was definitely skimpier than the other, but she didn't tell him that. She was curious to see which one he would pick himself, but the thought of him in either of them had a little flutter of excitement starting in the pit of her stomach.

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Anthony watched her slide off the stool and disappear down the hall, she seemed very eager as she did. He leaned against the counter and sipped his coffee waiting for her to return. He wondered what he had gotten himself into as he waited for her. She was smiling and seemed a little excited as she handed him the bag explaining that there were two outfits. "Okay Cassie, Is there someplace I can go change?" He left his coffee on the counter, took the bag from her and followed in the direction she pointed.

As he closed the door behind himself, he put the bag down and opened it up to see what was in it. He thought to himself he shouldn't be surprised as he saw the contents of the bag. The two 'butler' outfits were more stripper outfits than butler, but then again she did say this was for a bachelorette party. He definitely saw what she meant by one was skimpier than the other. He went to put on the pants outfit but then thought twice about it. Cassie did pay good money to have him here for the day, on top of that he had nothing to hide. So after pondering it for another moment, against his better judgment he slipped on the shorts, the wrist cuffs and the collar, even the shoes that it came with. He didn't take to long to change. Stepping from the room and heading back to the kitchen.

"Well Cassie, I will say this is not what I expected from this day." He called out as he was on his way back to the kitchen. Stepping into the kitchen in the tight vinyl shorts, his body basically on display, which he actually didn't mind flaunting. For a man his age he was in great shape and it showed. The shorts not only didn't hide anything, they showed that he appeared to be well endowed. "So Cassie, what do you think?" He asked stepping into the kitchen.

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"Spare room, down the hall, second door on the right." Cassie said when he asked if there was somewhere he could change. When he went to get change she slid back up onto the stool, reaching for her coffee. She held her breath when she heard the door closing and then listening intently for him to come straight back out again to tell her no, he wasn't wearing either one of them. When he didn't she let the breath go.

The little flutter in the pit of her stomach again as she tried to imagine him wearing either outfit. She had never seen him shirtless, in the all the years he had dated Valerie, she'd only ever seen him in a suit or casual clothes like today. She was pretty sure there was some arm muscles and a six pack beneath that shirt.

Her ears pricked up when she heard the door of the spare room open and her heart started to thud in her chest as she waited to see what he had worn. Trying to look nonchalant, she took a sip of her coffee just as he walked into the kitchen and she nearly sprayed it everywhere when she saw which of the two outfits he'd chosen to wear. If she had put a bet on which one she thought he would have chosen she'd have lost.

She tried desperately not to stare at those little shorts. It was with great effort she managed to keep her eyes above waist level. "I think..." she cleared her throat "I think I made the right decision that the trouser option was the classier option for the bachelorette party." Her voice still cracked a little huskily as she felt her eyes starting to stray southwards. "Your girlfriend might appreciate that one though." Her eyes snapped back up to meet his before they strayed too far. She had thought she had got over her blushing day, but she could feel her cheeks starting to heat up. It wasn't the only part of her that was starting to get heat up and she discreetly pressed her thighs together.

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Anthony watched her reaction as he stepped into the room, hearing her nervous voice and seeing her face blush. He thought she was more embarrassed than he was, yet he was the one standing there in the tight little shorts. He didn't mind though, he was proud of his body and he wasn't used to showing it off like this. "Yes I think the trouser's are a little classier, and these are a little sluttier, a little more male stripper like if you will." He said with a smile, noticing how she was looking him over, especially his crotch.

He heard her comment about a 'girlfriend' but didn't respond, he didn't have anything serious going on. He dated and could always find a lady to take out but he just enjoyed doing what he wanted when he wanted. Being a wealthy man he never had problems finding a lady to join him for a night out.

He turned around showing off so she could get the full view. "I guess it all depends on what sort of party your bachelorette and her friends are looking for. What do you think?" He smiled as finished his circle looking back at her, enjoying seeing her blush. "I thought you hadn't decided yet, if you would prefer I can put on the trousers for the day, it's up to you. You are in charge Cassie."

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Cassie took his silence on a girlfriend as confirmation that he didn't have one. Her eyes lingered on him as he turned around to give her the full effect of those tight little shorts. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning out loud. Of the images that sight invoked were just so delicious and she was left squirming in her seat.

"I hadn't made the final decision, but was leaning towards the trousers." she responded to his question about the outfit. "Since you prefer this one, you can keep it." There would be no complaints from her if he wanted to wear it all day long. She might have to wear sunglasses though so he couldn't see her starring at his crotch all day.

She pulled her eyes away from him again and tried to think of something other than dragging him to the bedroom. She cleared her throat. "So I have a couple little jobs that need doing today. Other than your butler duties," by butler duties she meant making her drinks and her lunch etc, "things I have kinda been putting off for a little while. There is a leaking tap in the en suite of the master bedroom, the lock on the laundry room keeps jamming and the pool needs cleaned. Do you mind doing them for me?"


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John wasn't the brightest of men, nor was he the biggest or strongest. He was just smart and powerful enough to back down anyone that tried to take what was his. He considered one of those possessions his daughter. She'd shown up just a few weeks prior, telling him she'd found him via a family history search. He'd left her mother over horrible fights and the loss of the girl to adoption. John hadn't bothered to try and get his daughter back or even locate her after he knew she'd be an adult. It just hadn't crossed his mind. Besides, there were more important things to do- like drink, work hard, and watch television. He lived the kind of life that built his 6 foot exterior with a big, but muscled belly, a semi-handsome face, and body hair that had never once been trimmed. John was a typical asshole, for lack of a better term.

It was after his daughter showed up that he soon found himself begrudgingly agreeing to allowing her to live there while she went to college. All he needed to do was help her with food and such- her tuition was paid for in grants she'd earned. John soon learned it wasn't such a bad thing, as the girl was very beautiful, curvy, and didn't mind his increasingly lewd touches and gropes here and there. She was his daughter, yes, but he didn't care when it came to his aching cock and balls. He'd not been with a women since her mother, and damn if she didn't look like a younger, sexier version of the girl.

Finally he planned to set up a situation that would lead to something more intense. As the girl got into a shower, he snuck in and took her clothing from the counter. Tossing the items into her room, he locked the door and shut it. She'd be left no recourse but to walk into the den with nothing but a towel and ask for him to 'fix' the door and open it. He sat back on his couch and turned on a semi-smutty late-night film in preparation for her arrival. This would be the night everything changed for both of them.

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Kelly still couldn't believe she had found him. She didn't even know how it happened but it did and she was eternally grateful to whatever powers came through for her. She had been adopted as a baby, never once knowing of her biological parents other than a package she had been given when she turned eighteen. Even than, she hadn't opened it because at the time none of that mattered to her. Instead she opted to forget about it entirely. She had a loving family who had adopted her and treated her like their own flesh and blood. It was a miracle she even turned out as well as she had but that was thanks to her adoptive parents. Heading off to college was just another step in creating a future for herself, one that she would be proud of. It wasn't until an assignment was given in one of her classes about family history that her mind went back to the envelope she never opened. She had always been curious about her actual parents. What they looked like, if they even thought of her. There were so many unanswered questions and now with needing to complete the assignment on top of that, Kelly finally gave in and opened it to find out her parents names and no much else other than a couple of letters from her mom who had passed away a year before she turned eighteen.

That search had been what landed Kelly on John's doorstep several weeks ago. She had gotten up the courage to find him and talk, only to find herself wanting to know more and more about him. It had led to her moving in despite her adoptive parents wishing she'd stay in her dorm room, but Kelly's curiosity towards the large, overly hairy man was too strong by this point. The passes he had made at her had been strange at first and completely not what she was expecting, but as it continued Kelly decided it best to live with it because at least she knew she had her father's attention. It was harmless anyways, or so she assumed.

However tonight would be a different story. Needing to take a shower after a long day, Kelly hadn't even noticed her father's presence in the bathroom due to the steam that had fogged the glass surrounding her. Had she known, the young woman might have said something but instead continued to bathe for a few more minutes, completely unaware of what her father had brewing in his mind pants. Once she was finished, Kelly rung out her long, chocolate brown locks of hair before wrapping her curvy frame in the towel before proceeding to collect her clothes. When she realized they weren't there, the brunette walked to her room but was denied entry. Puzzled by it all, she tried again but failed to gain access. "Dad!" Shouting down to him but not getting an answer. Grumbling under her breath, she walked down the stairs and into the den not even acknowledging what he was watching until she heard the more sexual sounds coming from the TV. She was taken aback by it at first but did her best to brush it off as she stood just in front of her dad in nothing but a towel. "Dad can you come help me please? The door to my room won't open for some reason."

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A smile pressed hard at John's face muscles, but he held it back with some effort. His plan had worked just as he'd thought so far. He heard Kelly walk out of the bathroom, down the hall, and call out in need. He couldn't wait to hear her call 'Daddy' in an entirely different kind of need. He remained seated, pretending that he hadn't heard until she walked into the room. She'd noticed what was on TV earlier than he'd expected, but it wouldn't matter. The man patted the seat next to him and growled in his gruff voice without looking up, "I'll get to it in a minute, girl. Come sit and wait till this is over."

He sat back, letting the crotch of his faded jeans get a little more room. Not even minutes into the evening and he was already getting a hard-on for her. It was the most taboo, wrong thing he'd ever sexually even thought of; but that's what aroused him the most. He stretched his arms across the back of the couch, having sat in the middle so Kelly would be forced to sit near him no matter what. Even from the corner of his eye, he could tell the girl's voluptuous, curvy form was a little too big for the small towels he'd given her. She had to hold it up with a hand, and the fabric parted down her thigh just enough to make him salivate. It wouldn't take much to get her completely naked.

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Kelly had only wanted to change into some comfy pyjamas, curl up on the couch and watch a movie with her dad. It was like a small dream of hers just to have moments and memories like that, but this unfortunate event had changed things for her slightly. She knew she had a lock on her door but it hadn't crossed her mind as to why it would be locked in the first place when she had only come from there minutes prior. It didn't make a lot of sense and it was why even standing in front of her dad, Kelly wore perplexity on her face. Holding onto the small towel that just barely covered her frame, Kelly's perfectly manicured eyebrow rose when he mentioned getting to it in a minute. "But dad, I want to change." She chuckled, a little in disbelief as she used her free hand to push her long, damp strands of hair over one shoulder. Despite not knowing him for too long, Kelly knew her father was lazy and of course was using now to be at his laziest.

Sighing as she shook her head, Kelly looked to the couch and noticed what little room was on either side of the large man who had chosen to sit in the middle of it. Upon fixing her grip on the towel that stopped half way up her thick thighs, Kelly moved to sit on the couch next to him and quickly tried to pull the towel down a little lower as it rose even higher on her legs to expose her more. She had made a mental note to get new towel so long as her bank account was okay with it. Trying to get moderately comfortable next to him, Kelly loosened her grip a little more so she could breathe easier and turned her attention to the TV. "What are you watching anyways?" She questioned.

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The girl's body heat from her shower and fragrant scent made John squirm a bit. He'd never been next to so beautiful and sexy a woman. Kelly being his daughter made it all the better. He waited for her to sit, then let a hand fall to the shoulder opposite him casually. Usually he was much more blunt about what he wanted in life, whether that was supplies at his construction job or extra ketchup at a burger place. With Kelly on this particular night, he would be slightly more subdued. He knew better than to simply pull out his big cock and shove her mouth over it, not that he wouldn't do just that if he thought it would work out. John let his fingertips trail along Kelly's naked shoulder, up her neck and back down again. Her skin was so soft and youthful.

"Hell, I dunno. I was watching the game and this just came on after it. Don't feel like lookin' for the remote." He acted so casually for a man sitting next to his near-naked daughter while a man and two women flirted heavily and slowly stripped their clothing. It all made John even harder, already straining at his jeans. His dick was long, but not thick enough to hurt Kelly if he ever decided just to fuck her throat mercilessly. It made it hard to wear something as thick as jeans and be aroused at the same time.

John's other hand drifted over to Kelly's body, first brushing over her thigh and the towel in a mock-compassionate way. It soon ran up the girl's body to her big, firm breast where it started to squeeze a bit. This was the kind of physical activities Kelly's father had engaged her in throughout the last month. The only difference was her lack of decent clothing.

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There was something about her father that always seemed to catch her eye. She didn't quite know what it was or why she thought it but there was something there. It lingered in those moments when he had groped her over the last month, or when he actually paid attention to her. Perhaps it was a psychological thing because this was the first time she actually got to interact with one of her biological parents. Normally the inappropriate touching would have bothered Kelly and originally it had, she had swatted his hand a way a time or two after giggling for him to stop, but as time progressed it had gotten more devious. Still not clueing into her father's masterful plan for the night, Kelly just sat there doing her best to remain comfortable next to her father while they watched the two women help each other undress. This wasn't something she had pictured in her dreams but it was close to it and with how her life had gone thus far, Kelly had just accepted it. She wanted to get to know her father and if that meant putting up with him touching her like he was than so be it. She didn't want him to push her away and her fear became if she said no than her father would do exactly that.

Feeling his fingers against her exposed shoulder and neck, Kelly swallowed lump of nerves building in her throat. He was doing it again, but this time it wasn't so sexual. She sighed softly at the gentle embrace, while keeping her eyes on the TV but not at all aware of what was truly going on around her. John had really set this up perfectly for himself and Kelly was none the wiser. "If you say so." she chuckled through her answer, licking her lips soon after as she felt the goosebumps form on her bare skin thanks to his touch.

The pictures of the threesome illuminating her eyes as they began to fuck each other only made Kelly's inner thighs radiate with heat. She was caught off guard when her father's hand brushed her legs than moved to her large, voluptuous breast to which she immediately flinched. "Getting a little turned on by all this are we?" She jokingly asked, without even realizing her grip on the towel had vanished and it had unfolded around her upper body, leaving her breasts completely exposed for her father to enjoy.

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John smiled, seeing the towel fall away so easily. He already knew his daughter was willing to let him touch her, but to be so exposed so soon? Maybe she was a little kinkier than he'd initially thought. Images of taking her from behind in the part bushes while people walked by flooded his mind. He couldn't help but give a soft groan as he replied, "MMmm... maybe so. How about you, sweetheart?" As long as she was being good, he'd call her sweet names like that. John was easy to anger however, and was known to call women bitches and whores often. So long as Kelly wasn't being a bad girl, he'd not have to use such language.

Along with his question, John's hand slipped down from the girl's bare chest and slipped beneath the lower portion of her towel. He felt her soft inner thighs and pressed deeper gently, finally brushing Kelly's womanhood with his rough fingers. His other hand fell from her shoulder to grope the girl's chest, teasing her nipple and massaging her magnificent, firm breasts as he toyed with her.

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Kelly hadn't meant to let go of the towel but her sudden movement had caused her grip to release and expose her chest to her father. It was only when she heard the groan and his hands began to explore her body, practically pulling the towel away entirely, that Kelly realized she was naked in front of him. "Dad, you're such a little perv." She teased, trying to push his wandering hands away but once one fell between her legs and grazed her, all hope was lost. A soft most subconsciously escaping her mouth at the feeling of being touched there. She hadn't been touched by a name since her ex and even than they were both too inexperienced to know how to truly pleasure each other. His hands paired with the cute little nickname practically made Kelly putty in her father's hands. Sure she still was reluctant to let this happen, even bothering to grip at his wrist while his fingers played between her thighs but she wasn't necessarily pulling away like before.

"Dad---we can't. It's not right." Logic coming from her mouth as her legs parted slightly, allowing him a little more access to finger her. Her nipples instantly hardening under his rough touch, only pushing Kelly to play with her other breast to even out the pleasure slowly building up inside her. "We shouldn't be doing this dad." She said again, her hand gripping at his wrist trying to stop him a little but the inner battle within herself had more control. She wanted his attention, she wanted this.

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"SSsshhh, sweetheart. And I'm not 'dad', I'm your Daddy, understand me? And I say what's right and wrong." He continued to stroke her womanhood, running a pair of fingers over her clit after they were sufficiently moist. The hand groping her chest moved back up, this time running fingers through her thick, wet hair. John gripped her gently, turning her head towards him. He leaned into her, planting his lips against hers. He kissed her sweetly just a moment, then slipped his tongue into her mouth to roam. "MMMmmm," he groaned, realizing just how sweet she tasted. His cock had grown as big as it could while held back by denim. John pulled away to stand before his little girl.

"Well, if you're going to be naked around the house, I guess I don't have a choice but to join you, hm?" He pulled his shirt away to reveal a tubby stomach, but lines of muscles throughout the belly and his chest. His arms were like steel girders, hard and powerful. John's pants came next and were pushed down along with his boxers. He stood again and let his long, hard dick finally reach its full potential. It stretched out for Kelly, holding a drop of precum for her already on the tip. "Now show Daddy how much you love him, sweet girl. Give me a big kiss," he said while his cock twitched to drive his point home.