Daughter Stories

A couple that practices domestic discipline/BDSM and have a very happy but slightly unusual lifestyle get a visit from the wife's sister and her son. This story was originally written by Mike McGifford. It's never been posted anywhere. He gave me permission to put a proper ending to this story and that's what I plan to do.

A luxury yacht is used for smuggling and the sex trafficking of beautiful and sexy teen girls, young women, and abducted beautiful and sexy young wives. Some are delivered to prearranged clients that contracted the delivery, while others are sold at auction. All the females are subjected to a variety of sexual abuse and forced prostitution.

Young Haruko wanders into her brother's room in the nocturnal hours and uses her brother's hard dick to take away her boredom. She is confronted by a spirit-girl in his closet who considers his dick her personal property. Haruko looks for a way to solve her problem.

Ashtaroth, impersonating Zach's thought form, guides the young man to her own dark ends.

The title is a tease so understand when I say "orgy", I mean everyone was at the same time, not some weird or kinky group thing like a porn movie. The thing making it especially interesting was it was also when I found out what my dad had been doing my cousin while I was away at college! To be sure, something like this does NOT happen often in our family. Sex with my mom is a very different experience compared to being with my dad. Can you blame him for wanting four women all at once?

Parents' weekend can be a pain for some people but for me, it was a chance to be back together with my dad although I doubt it was going to be in a way my school would have approved.

Beth's been my BFF since we were little. We've shared some incredible experiences but when it came to sex, we weren't much different than most girls. We talked about our boyfriends sometimes even played with ourselves but there was never anything more. Last summer she introduced me to something new - sex parties. While we both watched each other, we never did anything together. Was it time for best friends to cross that final boundary? Then there was my dad...

Like every child, I always looked forward to Christmas morning. When I got into my teens the magic seemed to wear off a bit as the dolls and toys gave way to clothes, CDs and the usual teenager gifts. That all changed after I turned sixteen and started having sex with my parties. Ever since then, Christmas mornings have been extra special because now I look forward to my "special" Christmas present from my dad.