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The plane touching down at Denver International Airport was a welcoming site to Robert. Stretching, after getting some shuteye, the plane arrived at its’ gate. Grabbing his phone he called his mother.
“Hey, just to let you know, I’ve landed. Meet me at the house with Genevieve at about 8:15.”
His mother responded, “Ok good. She has no idea you are coming home early. I spoke to her earlier, and she said she was just going to have a quiet night with Diana and Elizabeth.”
Finding his Uber outside waiting, he decided to call Sylvie.
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“Oh!THUMP! Oh yes! THUMP! Oh baby! THUMPTHUMPTHUMP!”
The incestuous coupling, unbeknowst to those walking by room 11, had been going full force since our arrival at 4:45. Now being 7:30pm, daddy was churning up another wholesome batch of his stored up ejaculate.
Outside the room, the yelps, the moans, the grunts, the cries of ecstacy, expounded inside the perimeter of the cheap motel. I hadn’t known daddy slightly opened the drape, thus exposing a little bit of our copulation. Other than seeing my nylon clad legs and my white heels sticking up, my face was barely visible over the shoulder of the huge man grunting away. One might surmise this, as just a voyeuristic couple enjoying others partially witnessing the sexcapades that were occurring. The bed was incessantly providing a steady chorus against the wall. The headache inducing bedsprings squeaking annoyingly loud, displayed the actions within the room, as surreal.
“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Oh yes! Oh Yes!” The sounds of the raunchy, lewd fucking, having barely ceased longer than twenty minutes, only to start up again, provided a show for those perverts who would stop and listen to people having sex.
“Ahhh! Ahh! Take it bitch!!” Daddy was pounding away at my unprotected tunnel, slamming his anxiety away as my birthday present, into my 24 year old pussy.
“God daddy, yesssssss!” My nails were ripping his back and forearms. Every powerful thrust reminding me who this pussy truly belongs to. In a show of pure euphoria, my head flopped from side to side on the pillow it rested on.
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Arriving at the house about 8:15, Robert gets out of the Uber, and grabs his bags.
Walking into the house, he sees the two girls from down the street sitting in his living room.
“Oh, hi Mr. Green,” one of the girls said, not expecting his arrival. “Mrs. Green isn’t here right now. She won’t be home until the morning, she informed us.”
Curiosity settling in, Robert asked, “Did she say where she was going?”
“No, but she gave us specific orders not to call or text her, unless we had an emergency here,” The other neighbor had said.
Now suspicious, Robert thanked the girls, and after admitting they were already compensated, he told them they could go home and their overnight services were not needed. After seeing them out, he grabbed his cell phone and called Sylvie. Not getting an answer, he went to his den to put his briefcase and jacket down, when he saw writing on the notepad on his desk.
“4pm Thursday. Wear my red and white pinstriped dress, my white heels, a white choker, suntan pantyhose, and a red ribbon in my hair. Get a motel room before I arrive.”
Not believing what he was reading, he re-read it again. “WTF? Sylvie?”
Just then, his mom and Genevieve enter the house. “Bobby, are you here!?”
Coming out of his den, and with an angry, saddened, yet concerned face, he said, “Watch the kids. I think Sylvie’s having an affair.” Redialing her number, it rang and rang and rang.
Getting in his car, he went to the mobile app on his phone and brought up the “location sharing” feature he had installed on both of their phones. When it showed her whereabouts, he said out loud, “What the hell are you doing near Colorado Springs?”
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10:25 pm
“Gawd daddddyyyy! Oh yesssssss! Harder baby.. Oh f..ff..fuuuckk yess! With the bed straining against the missionary pounding of my 24 year old body, we had been in this room for almost 6 hours. Daddy had been busy unloading his aggression from all that time in prison, into my worn out, over worked pussy.
With the both of us sweating like pigs and the nonstop pumping and moaning taking place, I was in ecstacy. By this point, I didn’t want this to stop. I hadn’t had this kind of raw, illicit, lewd sex, in almost 2 years. I didn’t care that the person pulling orgasm after, blood curdling orgasm out of me, was my father.
Oh, deep in the recesses of my mind, I was ashamed, but my father made me forget the sinfulness of our incestuous dealings.
“Fuck me daddy. Plant your seed deep into me again,” I seductively cooed, as I was running a hand through his sweaty hair. “Oh yes! Just like that. Hit your whore daughters cervix!” I gasped, as my eyes rolled behind my head.
I’ve grown accustomed to his weight on me, but I also have learned to adjust my petite body enough to where he’s not crushing me.
My head was resting on the pillow, my pantyhose were still at my hips. My legs were up, and one of my white heels was hanging on to my foot, as the other had recently popped off. My hair was a matted mess and my makeup was a disaster. Daddy was snug between my legs, pumping away. My little hand and fingers were on his shoulders, and his face was buried in the same pillow my head rested in.
In a muffled voice, I hear daddy saying, “Fuck yes Sylvie, fuck yess! God I’ve missed this pussy!” Every thrust down into my body elicited a yelp out of me.
Finally, for the 4th time that evening, he unloaded deep in my womb. Taking a break, I looked at my phone and saw 4 calls from my husband. “I’ll just tell him I fell asleep,” I thought. Going pee and putting on a new pair of pantyhose, I went back for, yet, another round with my father.
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11:10 pm.
Pulling up to the motel, Robert had a bad feeling already growing in his stomach. He was hoping that what he already knew was occurring, was not, indeed, happening. He just didn’t know who she was with or why she was with him. But whoever it was, would get a piece of his mind, and maybe a right hook to the jaw.
Pulling up to the main office, he spotted Sylvie’s Maroon Range Rover in the parking lot. Not knowing which room she could possibly be in, he went into find out.
“Good Evening Sir. Are you looking for a room tonight?,” The young, male college aged employee asked.
“Actually no, thank you. But I was wondering if you could help me, though,” Robert said. Adding, he said, “Have you seen this person tonight?” Showing him a photo of Sylvie, the clerk nodded.
“She is a guest here. She checked in with, I assume her boyfriend,” Nodding in approval. Continuing with a serious look on his face, he said, “The guy she’s with seems like a real scary mother fucker. Are you the police or something?”
“I’m her husband,” Robert said, matter of factly. Sliding his I.D across the counter with $200, he asked pointedly, “What room are they in?”
“Sir, This guy told me point blank not to interrupt them. He said they had some catching up to do,” The clerk said, looking at Robert like he was crazy.
Pulling out another $100 bill he asked again, “What room?”
Taking the $300 and putting it in his pocket he simply said, “11, but dont sue me if you get hurt.” Giving him the key he added, “Dude just got out of prison. I’ve had to walk by their room a few times. He’s fucking her brains out.”
Hearing what he just heard, Robert hesitated. “Prison?”
The clerk nodded. “Excuse me, Sir. I have other customers to tend to. Just be careful please.”
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With everything swirling in his mind, Robert was bedside himself. His loving, beautiful wife of 3 years, his rock, the mother of his two kids, was here at this rundown, nasty motel.
Slowing making the walk to the room, he called his mother to inform her that he is at the motel, and that she’s having an affair with a guy she must have met from the prison. With his mom clearly upset learning of this revelation, he assured her everything would be ok. “Just take care of the kids till I get back,” He said.
Ending the call, he continued walking down to the room. Each step he took closer to the room, the more he would hear thumping and moans. The 4 rooms he had already passed were not occupied, so he assumed it was Sylvie.
Coming up to the room and looking at the door, all he could do was listen. A tear coming out of his eye, he heard. “Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck me! Yess! Oh yes!”
Realizing that to be her voice, anger began boiling. Noticing the drape was partially open, he wanted to know just who this person was he was going to be dealing with. Looking in he saw Sylvie on her back, clearly in the missionary position. He could barely make out her face due to the incredibly large, tattooed, grey haired man, pummeling his wifes insides.
Having seen and heard enough, he gripped the key, and just as he was going to enter it into the slot, he heard the words that destroyed him. “C’mon daddy! Oh yes! Give Diana another baby brother or sister. Fill your daughter with our second child. Cum in me! God daddy yesssss!”
Suddenly frozen, he almost dropped the key.
“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ahhhhhhh! Fuck yes!” Was all he heard. Realizing the voice belonged to his father-in-law, he took a step back.
Not believing what was actually occurring, he took another look in the partially open drapery. Seeing his wife with her hands and fingers on her own fathers shoulders and her legs and heel pointing to the ceiling, he couldn’t believe his eyes. With her visage partially visible and resting on a pillow, the 290 lb. man was thrusting in her like there would be no sunrise the next day, made Robert’s head spin.
The savagery of the hips thrusting into his wife, was hard to witness. Her body would jerk back every thrust. Her head would flop side to side on the pillow. He couldn’t believe how a father could do this to his own daughter. But even worse, he couldnt believe his own loving wife was in absolute ecstacy.
“Daddy! Oh god yes! Don’t…stop! Harder..Fill me!” hearing Sylvie moaning.
Regaining his senses, he puts the key into the slot.
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