A Daughter's Revenge

It's funny the things you find to occupy your time when you're bored. I recently tried to calculate the percentage of my high school and college friends who were actually fortunate enough to still have their biological parents living together in some degree of marital bliss. I wrote down the names of just about every friend I was able to remember, both close and those who were not so close, and I came up with 102 names. I'm sure there were a few more, but I wanted to limit this rather mundane exercise to the fifty minute break I had before the start of my final exam in Molecular Biology of Human Disease, or actually the 42 minutes I had left after eating an orange and drinking a 500 ML bottle of icy cold spring water. Alongside each name I added either an uppercase 'Y' to indicate that their biological parents were still together, or an uppercase 'N' to indicate -- well, you get the idea. After going to school with most of these people for the past eight years I thought I knew them well enough to fill in my little matrix without conducting any sort of unofficial poll. All told, I came up with 73 names with an 'N' and 26 with a 'Y.' I couldn't remember the specifics regarding 3 of those people, so I actually thought I was doing pretty well, as far as mathematical percentages were concerned. I included my name on that list and unfortunately I had to insert an 'N' along side it. Yup, I'm one of the casualties along with the other 72 people with an 'N' on that list whose biological parents were unable to remain together due to infidelity, bad judgment or just bad sense. Once that happens the kids are inserted into an unfathomable grid connecting them to people and sometimes places that they never heard of before. All-in-all, I can't remember knowing anyone who fared better as the result of such marital misfortune, me included. Zachary Preston, my biological father, met and married Samantha Curtis, my biological mother, while they were both in their last year of medical school in Galveston, Texas nearly 22 years ago. I was born a year later and my mother was forced to take six months off from her surgical residency due to complications involving her pregnancy, as well as eventually giving birth. That was a major sacrifice for her, but she loved and adored my father more than life itself and as the saying goes, no sacrifice is too great where true love is concerned. Unfortunately, we all now know how true that love actually was -- at least on his part. My dad was one of those rare men, gifted with great looks, an exceptional I.Q. and a seven figure trust fund. He was near the top of his class in both undergraduate college and medical school and he was selected as the chief resident in the last year of his residency. Even when he was married he was considered quite a catch by all the females at the hospital and from what my mother told me, women were always throwing themselves at him. Zach Preston is 6' 4" tall, with medium blond hair and deep blue eyes and he has the physique of a swimmer, that's to say he's both long and very lean. He plays a lot of golf and racquet ball and he has remained in excellent shape, I suspect much to my mother's chagrin. His face has those finely chiseled features that could only come from a superior gene pool and if he hadn't specialized in Gynecology and Obstetrics, he could probably have been a successful model. My mother was an entirely different story, coming from a much more modest background. In fact, from the perspective of my father's family, she was literally from the other side of the tracks. If you looked at my mother's earlier adolescent photos, at the very best you'd probably think that she was an average looking female. She had the natural platinum blond hair and killer blue eyes going for her, but when she started high school she would not have been on anyone's list of hot or even luke-warm dating prospects. However, in her senior year all of that seemed to change. After her junior year her body began to mature and at nearly six feet tall she started to morph into a true goddess. By the time she was a senior in college she was simply stunning by anyone's standards. When she met my father two years later it was almost as if they were two characters from a fairy tale who were simply destined to meet, fall in love and then live happily ever after. And while my father is still a great looking man, my mother just continues to become more beautiful and sexy as she matures. At 44 years old I can honestly say she looks barely 30 and has the body of someone in her mid-twenties. A week after she finally returned to work she caught my father fucking some 23 year old nurse with really huge tits, or perhaps I should say really huge implants, in a mini-van parked in one of the hospital's lots. I'll never know what kind of wife she would have been to my father had they stayed married, but as an ex-wife he always affectionately referred to her as 'that fucking cunt." So as a consequence of his infidelity, he took the one person on the planet who could have been his greatest asset and made her his worst nightmare and in their divorce she did everything she could to neuter the poor bastard. During the divorce and custody proceedings my father always swore to the judge, my mother and anyone else who'd stop and listen that he loved me more than life itself and he wanted to help raise me and remain an active part of my life. Then before the ink was dry on their divorce decree, along came marriage number two to that buxom now 24-year old nurse. Then three years later, along came his third marriage to a 25-year old pharmaceutical rep similarly endowed. Now my father was getting ready for marriage number four, but I'll get into that situation in greater detail a bit later. Through it all, my father always remembered to send me a Christmas present via Federal Express and a check in the amount of $500 within ten days either way of my birthday. It left me with the distinct impression that he never quite knew the actual date. As I seem to recall, I think we spent a total of about 12 days together in my entire life, but we hadn't actually seen each other since I was 7 years old. By the time I was 9 even the occasional telephone calls eventually stopped and when I graduated from high school the Christmas presents also mysteriously stopped. At some level I'm sure it all really hurt me and my already fragile ego. But it seemed as if my relationship with Sam grew closer all the time, and that closeness filled the tremendous void and minimized the loss I felt from not having a caring and nurturing father figure in my life. In the process of losing a father, I collected a half brother named Zachary, Jr., about a year younger than me from marriage number two, who I always suspected was conceived in a Toyota mini-van. Personally I have never met the guy, but people who know him describe him in less than flattering terms. As they say, I guess the apple never falls very far from the tree. I understand that I also have two adorable half sisters from his third marriage -- Katherine and Kristin, identical sixteen year old twins, who will be in their last year of high school in -- of all places, Lucerne, Switzerland. I've never met either of them, but reliable sources tell us that they're absolutely gorgeous and obviously much too good for our Texas public school system. Unfortunately, it seemed to me that Sam - my mother - never got over the betrayal and loss of my father and she elected to pursue a different path. She seldom dated and never remarried and simply poured herself into her work, becoming one of the finest plastic and restorative surgeons in south Texas. In fact, I have a perfect 36D size pair of boobs that attract attention everywhere I go, that are a fitting testimonial to my mother's outstanding surgical skills. I still live with Sam in a large 4,500 square foot house in a Houston suburb that cost her over two million dollars seven years ago. We have a rather interesting and very close relationship that would be hard to explain to anyone else who didn't really know us or know our history. For the time being, let's just say that I love my mother more than anyone else in the world and I would do absolutely anything for her. We're always there to take care of each other's needs and I'll delve into that in much greater detail shortly. My name is Tracy Preston and I'm in the final two days of my first year of medical school at my parents' alma mater. I'll be 22 on my next birthday, which is in six months and twelve days. Within ten days of that date I'm sure my $500 check will be in the mail. After all, that's the going rate for remaining an active part in my life. After giving the matter a great deal of thought I think I must be my mother's clone. Until high school I was pretty low on everyone's radar screen and then in my junior year all hell seemed to break loose. When I showed up after the summer break barely anyone even recognized me. I was starting to look more and more like my mother and for the first time in my life I was the subject of relentless male pursuit. The jury is still out on whether that's a good or a not-so-good thing. Initially I was overwhelmed, but then I was helped along by my girlfriends and I soon morphed into quite the social butterfly. After my junior year I was one of the most popular girls in our high school and I was even dating some of the most attractive and popular guys. Along with Erin Jameson, I also served as the co-captain of the cheerleading squad and in high school that's about as close as you can get to royalty. It was something I initially did on a dare, but I quickly grew to love it. By the time I started college at the University of Houston I had actually considered a career in modeling. I was 5' 11" and with my mother's platinum blond hair that fell past my breasts and my crystal blue eyes, terms were now being used to describe me such as 'drop-dead gorgeous' and 'a walking wet dream.' I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy those descriptors or all the attention I was receiving, but as my looks continued to evolve I still remained my own worst critic. The simple truth is that it's really tough being a female in our society today. There are always little things a woman wants to change about herself and I certainly had my own list that I only shared with my mother. At the very top of that list were my boobs. In my opinion they were not full enough for a woman with my frame. At 5' 11" and 130 pounds, my chest measurement was 35 inches and my cup size was barely a C, all of which I considered woefully insufficient. I was certain that an increase in my cup size and at least an inch to my bust line would give me the fuller look I thought that I needed to be better proportioned. I begged Sam to fix them for me since I was a junior in high school and she always declined, telling me I was absolutely gorgeous and I had no need for plastic surgery. But when I finally graduated from college with highest honors and I was admitted to medical school with a near perfect MCAT score, she had made a strategic blunder by promising me anything I wanted as a gift for my academic achievements. When I told her that I wanted my boobs reshaped, she tried desperately to alter the original offer, but I knew I had her and she was too honorable to back down. Once she completed her artistry I thought my body was finally perfect -- well almost perfect, and I was nearly as beautiful as my mother. I just have one final comment about myself before I get to my story. When it comes to my sexual orientation, I've been really struggling for years. I've been with males as well as females over the past four years and I believe that I'm probably bisexual, although I detest that term with a passion. I do, however, have a very strong preference for women and I'm really trying to get past this indecisiveness, since I think it's more confusing than rewarding. Okay, that should be enough background to whet your appetite. During the last week of the semester I happened to see a small piece in the Houston Chronicle about a prominent local physician announcing his engagement to Vicki Lee Metcalf, a late thirty-something woman who was the heir to a large interstate trucking fortune. The physician was none other than Zachary Preston, my loving and devoted father, and there was a picture of the happy couple at a recent hospital fund raiser that the betrothed happened to chair. I studied the photo for several minutes and became slightly confused. Each of the three women that my father had married had been really beautiful or even stunning in the case of my mother and wife number three. My father was like that, he always needed a beautiful woman at his side and in his bed. But as I closely studied Ms. Metcalf's photo, she didn't come close to fitting the usual profile. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't unattractive at all. In fact, I found myself somewhat attracted to her, but she didn't seem like the kind of woman who would normally attract my father. I put the newspaper down and stared out the window of the medical school library for several minutes thinking about the announcement I had just read, trying to make some sense of it. I can still recall my mother telling me several years ago that she believed that my father was in severe financial distress. Initially I thought her observation odd until she reminded me that he had many millions invested in Enron stock before its collapse and she had heard from reliable sources that he never recovered from that debacle. In addition to Enron there were also rumors of other bad investments that he'd made. There was a bankrupt restaurant in Galveston that didn't last a year and the Volkswagen dealership in south Houston that has never met financial projections. Then there was also the gossip columns a couple years ago that couldn't resist talking about what his third divorce had cost him. As I started to mentally put all the pieces together, I began to wonder whether my father was marrying Miss Vicki Lee Metcalf for an entirely different reason: the man's financial survival. I knew that he had created a lavish and opulent lifestyle that he could no longer afford and suddenly it seemed as if her fortune might actually be the real motivation for their nuptials. The wedding was scheduled for late September and I would be out of school for most of the summer. I began to put together a plan that I thought would not only be fun, but I was sure it would also provide a measure of revenge against a callous and insensitive beast who hurt my mother, left me totally scarred and was about to inflict misery upon another victim. For the time being I decided not to share my plan with my mother. In the event things went awry I wanted her to be able to maintain plausible deniability. Finally, ready to implement my plan, the following Monday I called my father's office and scheduled a routine OB/GYN appointment for myself the next afternoon under the name of Nikki Miller, a name I just happened to pull out of thin air. My father hadn't seen me in more than fourteen years and I suspected that he would never make the connection that I was the daughter he discarded years earlier. I shopped at several stores for the occasion, including Victoria's Secret. On the day of my appointment I spent the entire morning getting ready. I took a long bath and shaved my legs and pubic area as smooth as a baby's bottom. Then I blow-dried my hair and spent some extra time on my make-up and used a great cranberry colored lip gloss that I think looked incredible on my full lips. I slipped on a white tank top, a white Lycra mini skirt that really showed off my long tanned legs and a pair of white Candies' slides that had a 4½" heel and then I headed across town to my appointment. It felt rather strange walking into my father's office. As I looked all around at the décor, in many ways I felt terribly cheated. He had never taken me here or even invited me to come and visit him at his office. I was denied all the memories that a daughter typically has with her father and the more I thought about it, the more it just seemed to anger me. I entered a pale yellow painted waiting room that contained four large sofas and eight leather wingback chairs and a dark thick pile green carpet. A nice collection of landscape photos of different sites located throughout the state decorated the walls. There were two lamps illuminated on end tables in the far corners, but no glaring overhead lighting to hurt the eyes. I hated to say it, but it was a pretty impressive waiting area. Scattered around the room were four other women already seated, each one mechanically thumbing through a magazine. They all appeared to be in their twenties or very early thirties and one was definitely in her last trimester of her pregnancy. I was sure that I was getting the once-over from all four women when I arrived, wondering why in the world I dressed the way I did for a doctor's appointment. I headed over to the receptionist's counter to check in for my appointment. When I got there and peeked over the wall, I nearly had to contain myself. Leave it to my father to hire a twenty year old receptionist who looked like she could be working in a topless bar. I had to admit that she was a real hottie. I couldn't resist checking her out and then I realized that I was staring at her. When she finally looked up I identified myself and she smiled, showing off a mouth full of white, perfect teeth, the obvious result of some impressive orthodontia. She handed me a New Patient Questionnaire on a clipboard to complete, so I filled everything out and from that moment on Nikki Miller was born. I turned in the clipboard about ten minutes later and I was asked to have a seat. The incredible hottie behind the counter added that the doctor would see me as soon as he could. It was 1:15 and my appointment was for 1:30. As I looked at my watch and then the four women who were scattered around the room I realized that I'd probably be there a while. Over the next forty minutes several women came out of the office and they were replaced by the ones that had preceded my arrival in the waiting room. During those exchanges, empty seats were replenished as new patients entered the waiting room and by 2:20 I knew I was finally next. At 2:30 the 20 year old hottie leaned over the counter and smiled at me as she called my name: Nikki Miller. For a moment I actually forget that I was Nikki Miller and I just sat there smiling at her. Then I realized my gaff and I quickly stood and moved towards the door that was adjacent to the receptionist's area. I was ushered inside by a thirty-something nurse who politely asked me to follow her back to the examination room. As I passed the receptionist I could not resist taking another quick look at her seated at the desk before I headed down the hall. She looked even better then she did over the partition and I felt a faint stirring below. Once we were in the exam room, the nurse took my height, weight and blood pressure and recorded that information on the chart. Then she told me to change into one of those fashionable paper gowns that we all know and love and wait for the doctor, who she said would be with me shortly. Then she left me alone in the room. Everyone knows the first waiting room is really the ante-waiting room and then you're lead into the actual waiting room. Of course every physician is different, but when they tell you that the doctor will be with you shortly, that generally means anywhere from ten to at least thirty more minutes. I had no intention of putting on that silly paper gown. That would undermine the entire plan I concocted and it would render my sexy outfit a non-factor. My only other concern was whether my father would have a nurse assist him during the exam. It had become common practice for years for most male OB/GYNs to keep a female assistant with them during patient examinations for all the obvious reasons, but I was betting that my father would not concern himself with such a formality. In fact, I suspected he would abhor such a requirement and that he would walk through that door alone. In fact, my plan depended on it. I sat in one of the two chairs next to the examination table with my legs crossed and my heel dangling on the edge of my left foot. About ten minutes after the nurse had left me alone there were two short knocks on the door and then the man responsible for my very existence on the planet walked in wearing tailored navy blue slacks, a powder blue long sleeve pin-stripe shirt slightly open at the collar and a color-coordinated red and blue tie. It was terribly easy to see why my mother fell in love with the man. I hadn't seen him in person for so long that I'd actually forgotten how truly gorgeous he was and I found myself swallowing hard upon that realization. He closed the door behind him and stood there for a moment gazing down at me, while I sat there returning his stare. It was almost like two boxers entering the ring and sizing up the opponent before they both came out swinging. I knew that I looked hot in that outfit and I knew that he knew it too. Then he walked towards me smiling as he extended his hand. "Ms. Miller, I'm Zach Preston. I can see by your questionnaire that this is your first visit to my office. How can I help you today?" He sat down in the adjacent chair only a couple feet from mine and even as he spoke I could feel his eyes devouring me. I have to admit that it really turned me on and if this entire plan wasn't designed to bring the bastard to his knees, it might actually bring me to mine. "Doctor, I . . ." I began to respond to his question when he interrupted me with a warm smile. "Excuse me, but please . . . call me Zach." He said in a tone that could have easily talked the clothes right off of me four years earlier. I smiled at him and used my hand to move my hair off my breasts and behind my ears, making sure that my cleavage was now fully exposed for his viewing pleasure. "Okay . . . Zach. In that case, please call me Nikki." The smile on his face indicated that he got the exact response he was hoping for. "I've just relocated here from southern California and I needed to find a new doctor. Someone had mentioned your name in a conversation recently, but for the life of me I can't remember who that someone was." He smiled at that comment, revealing a recent laser whitening that probably could be seen in a dark room a couple hundred feet away. "Anyway, I think I should have the usual protocols done as a precaution: a cervical cancer screen and a pelvic examination. I suspect that you also probably need to do a thorough examination of my rectum and vagina, as well. Oh, and yes, I've been somewhat sexually active of late and I probably need to get the usual tests for STDs." I could only imagine what was now running through my father's mind and his very active imagination. Where else in the universe could an attractive woman walk into an office and tell a complete stranger that she wants him to check nearly every orifice on her body. No wonder he specialized in obstetrics and gynecology. "Well, it's certainly a pleasure to have a patient who is well informed and knows exactly what she needs and wants." He said, as he picked up the clipboard and started to make some notes, before inundating me with a litany of routine questions. The ladies out there know these questions because they've heard them countless times before, but for the guys who have no clue what these OB/GYN visits can be like, they go something like this: Q.Do you have any health problems? Q.How old were you when you started having periods? Q.What was the date of your last period? Q.How often do you get your period? Q.How long does your period last? Q.What is the amount of flow? Q.Do you have cramps? Q.What is your family's medical history? (And don't think for a minute that question didn't make me want to laugh in his face.) Q.What did you eat yesterday? Q.Do you use any vitamins or food supplements? Q.Do you exercise or play sports? Q.Are you taking any prescription medications? Q.Do you use tobacco, alcohol or any other drugs? Those are most of the common preliminary questions and we went through them without incident, with my father entering all the information into Nikki's chart. Then he came to the questions about my sexual activity and that was where I knew I could have some fun and really begin to plant the seeds of my little plan. "Nikki, let's talk about your sexual history. You specifically asked for tests to determine the presence of STDs. What form of birth control do you use and when was the last time you had sexual intercourse?" "I guess I've been taking Ortho Tri-Cyclen in the 50 mg. size for years, or at least since I was fifteen and first sexually active." I began. It was a lie, of course. He looked up at me occasionally as he continued to make entries in the chart, nodding at my responses. "And your sexual history . . . let's talk about that now," he said, as he continued making notes. I pretended to consider what Zach had just said for a moment before responding and tried to stay in character. "This is a little embarrassing for me." He reached over and patted my bare knee, leaving his hand there much longer than he probably would have for a sixty year old patient. "Nikki, I'm not here to judge you in any way. You know everything between a patient and her physician is kept in complete confidence." I looked back at him pretending to be relieved by his ethical disclosure. Then I took a deep breath and sighed aloud. "Well, I guess I'm a bit more sexually aggressive than most females and I usually engage in sexual activity at least once daily and sometimes more often than that. To make it worse, I have multiple partners and some of them are people that I don't even know very well, so I could not even begin to imagine whether I've had any exposure to STDs, which is why I requested the tests." He nodded thoughtfully, as he continued making entries in Nikki Millers' chart. Then he looked up and started asking some specific questions. "When was the last time you had sexual contact?" I pretended to consider the question for a long moment. "It was this morning - before I showered and dressed to come here." "What do you do when you have sex?" He asked, his eyebrows rising slightly at the question. Before you jump the gun here, you should know that such a question is not unusual coming from a physician during this sort of a visit. The only difference was that I was fairly certain that my father was using the information for far more than just clinical purposes. "Well, I guess the usual stuff . . . regular vaginal penetration, anal and of course oral. I think that about covers it." I said, trying to act a bit uncomfortable with the question and response. "Within the last year, have you been hit, slapped, kicked, or physically injured by someone?" He asked. "No, sexually I'm pretty liberal, but I'm not into the pain scene at all," I said, as I uncrossed and then re-crossed my legs using my best Sharon Stone-like move. He smiled. "No, what I meant was . . ." "I know what you meant and I was just pulling your leg; but the answer is still no." I interrupted him with a sly smile. He returned my smile. "Are you in a relationship with a person who threatens or physically hurts you?" Rather than respond, I simply shook my head indicating that I was not. "Has anyone forced you to have sexual activities that made you feel uncomfortable?" He asked. I intentionally gave that question much more consideration than it really required, so that his imagination could take him to new places. Then I shook my head once again, indicating a negative response. The response came out so tentatively that I knew he thought I was trying to be discreet and that was exactly what I wanted him to think. Then he stood up and put the chart down on the chair he had just vacated. "I take it that you prefer NOT to use the standard attire that most patients wear during the examination." I smiled at his question. "If it's all the same to you Doctor . . . ah, Zach, I think we can work around that -- don't you?" He nodded and smiled down at me. I was glad that I didn't overestimate my opponent. "Why don't you go ahead then and leave your outfit on and climb up onto the examination table." He said. I did exactly as he instructed. Once I was on the table I could see by his expression he was more than pleasantly surprised. I left my heels on and they actually looked incredibly sexy in those stirrups and they did not escape his notice. In my new position he could easily see that I was not wearing any underwear and the look on his face seemed to mirror his approval. I unbuttoned my skirt and pulled it out from under my waist and now I was totally nude from below my tank top down, providing him with even better access than if I would have used the silly paper gown. He slipped on a pair of latex gloves and began the examination as I lay back against the table with my legs up and my eyes closed, which was the normal position for me in my own OB/GYN's office, who by the way is a woman. He began by examining the soft folds on the outside of my pussy, the area called the vulva. He seemed to really take his time with that part of the examination and I didn't try to conceal several rather audible sounds that had escaped my mouth, as he touched the outside lips in an almost sensual manner. I knew that the meaning of those sounds would be unmistakable. At first I allowed my breathing to increase slightly, but then it started to increase naturally from his stimulation and I felt my hands ball into tight fists, as my long nails started to dig into my palms. I knew if he kept that up much longer I was surely going to cum, which was exactly what I was counting on. In previous OB/GYN examinations it might have taken a physician less than half a minute to examine the outside pubic area, while my father had been giving it his undivided attention for at least eight minutes, touching me in ways that would contravene any medical textbook with which I'm familiar. During all his touching and rubbing I never said a word, but then moans started to escape from my lips and I felt my body begin to spasm. Moments later I started to cum. It wasn't a world-rocking orgasm, but it felt wonderful just the same, I think in part because of the taboo associated with the person who was responsible for it. I'm a real squirter when I climax and I felt myself begin to ejaculate, but since the orgasm wasn't terribly intense it was only a fraction of what I would normally discharge. After several moments I regained my composure and opened my eyes and I saw Zach standing between my upraised legs with a wet stain sprayed across his shirt and tie. I feigned embarrassment, knowing full well that he probably got exactly what he wanted. "Oh . . . I'm so terribly sorry, that has never happened to me before," I said, incorporating my most shocked expression. He acted terribly gracious for a man that had just orchestrated the entire event. I wonder what he would have said if he knew that he had just given his daughter an orgasm. He looked down at his shirt and smiled at me. "Don't give it a thought, Nikki. That happens every now and then with some of my more sensitive patients. It's perfectly normal and nothing at all to be embarrassed about." I continued playing my role exactly as I had planned and I acted very appreciative that he was so sympathetic and understanding about my little indiscretion. Next came the pelvic exam and he pulled out my favorite toy in the world, the dreaded speculum. If this wasn't used for a medical procedure it would have been an ideal medieval torture device. It's usually made of either plastic or stainless steel, this one was the latter, and it's inserted into the vaginal opening and used to pry the vaginal walls apart so that the physician can get a better look at the cervix and the vagina. Like most women, I absolutely abhor the damn thing. I've never had a conversation with another woman about such matters where she did not freely volunteer that this was the absolute worst part of the gynecological exam. Guys, imagine if you will a woman sitting there with her knees up and her feet in the stirrups, while her pussy is then pulled open by a metal device. The pleasure I experienced just moments ago now seemed like a distant memory. Once he had me pulled as far apart as he could without making a wish, he did the routine checks for irritations, growths and abnormal discharges. Of course, I knew there were none of those things down there. Then he took a sample of the cervical mucus on a cotton swab to perform all the STD tests I had requested. Finally, he took cells from my cervix for my cancer test, what every woman commonly knows as the infamous Pap smear. An absolutely delightful name, isn't it? When he finally removed the speculum, he inserted several lubricated fingers inside me to my cervix, while his other hand pressed into my abdomen, as he was ascertaining the size and shape of my internal organs for irregularities. He could not have turned that into a sexually-driven activity if he had tried. When he finished, he removed his gloves and he came to the side of the table. He told me I could scoot back and put my legs down, which I did. Now I knew it was time for the breast exam and I instinctively rolled my tank top down to my waist, fully revealing my breasts. I closed my eyes once again and he began lightly pressing on different parts of my breasts searching for lumps that might appear to be abnormal. He asked me if I had been shown how to examine my own breasts and of course at my age I nodded, indicating that I had. While Zach was checking my breasts I slowly took my left hand and began to touch myself. Although my eyes were closed, I knew he could clearly see what I was doing and he continued to examine my breasts as long as I continued touching myself. "Harder." I whispered in a voice that I knew was barely audible, yet I could feel that he was immediately responding, as he began to knead my breasts harder than before. As I continued touching myself I could hear heavier breathing sounds coming from my father, as I knew now he had abandoned the role of physician and was now fully immersed in what I was doing. "I want you to touch me down there like you did before." I whispered again, my eyes remaining closed. A moment later I could feel him reposition his body from the side of the table to the end, as he began to massage the outside of my pussy. I had to admit the entire scenario was really turning me on as I felt the lower part of my body slowly gyrate on the table against his touch. After he rubbed the outside of my pussy for several minutes he slowly inserted his fingers inside me and he began to finger fuck me. He started slowly and gradually increased his pace until we were both breathing noticeably quicker. "Lick me; make me cum." I said, once again in a sensually low whisper. I felt him gently remove his fingers from inside my pussy and seconds later I felt him cover my opening, as he sucked my clit into his mouth right before he began to drill his tongue deep inside me. Then I felt him reach up and begin pinching my nipples as he continued licking me as if his life depended on it. Between the sensations I was feeling and the inherent taboos surrounding the entire scenario, I felt a colossal orgasm building within me. "Oh yes, just like that," I whispered, readying myself for my orgasm. I braced myself and I reached down and used both hands on the back of his head, pulling his face into my crotch as deeply as I could. Then my climax consumed me and my body began to spasm and I felt myself send a warm burst of ejaculate into my father's open mouth. To my father's credit, he didn't seem repulsed by it. In fact, I believe he consumed most of it, as he kept licking his daughter's pussy like the attentive father and physician he was. Minutes later we both seemed to come back to reality at about the same time. It was then I had a sense that he was curious about what would happen next and whether I would reciprocate and now service him. I knew he was not going to like my answer, but I wasn't overly preoccupied by what he liked or didn't like. I slid my tank top up and hopped off the table holding onto my skirt. I walked over to him and put my hand behind his head and brought his face to mine and I kissed him hard on the lips. He kissed me back and then he started to fold me into a passionate embrace, but I turned out of it and smiled at him, as I stepped back and began to put my skirt back on. "Oh Zach, you were pretty damn good for an older guy, but I don't have the time to take care of your needs right now, I have to be somewhere in less than twenty minutes. Perhaps we can do this again sometime." I found his puppy dog expression somewhat pathetic. I knew he desperately needed and wanted to cum, but he would literally have to take matters into his own hands after I left. He was probably used to most of his women being a bit more grateful and I'm sure he never expected to receive a case of blue balls from this 21 year old. I started for the door and then turned back to look at him. He was now sitting on the examination table watching me, as he was wiping his face with a paper towel. "Zach, you better clean yourself up before you leave, you're simply a mess, big guy." I smiled at him and was about to turn and leave when he called out. "Wait Nikki! Can we get together soon -- how about later this week? Can we have dinner together?" I stood by the door and I raised my skirt up far enough so that my father now had a perfect view of my pussy. "Do you really want dinner or do you just want more of this?" His eyes were fixed on my pussy for several moments and I saw his tongue subconsciously roll across his lips and then return to the inside of his mouth. Then he looked back at me and made eye contact once again. "Both . . . I want both. I want to take you to dinner and then I want more of that; much more." I smiled and nodded my approval at his response. "Okay; if the restaurant and the day is my choice and when I say the night's over, then it's over -- no arguments, complaints or whining. I'll fuck you as long as you're fun and you make me feel good. If you get too needy or make too many demands on me, then it's over. Do you understand?" He didn't say a word, but he nodded his agreement as his tongue ran across his lips once more, revealing the sexual hunger he was now feeling. "Good boy. I'll call you tomorrow and we'll schedule something," I said, as I turned and opened the door. "And be sure to bring my test results the next time we meet." As I was driving home I was simply amazed at how well everything had fallen into place and I was pretty proud of myself. From everything that I knew or had read about my dear old dad, I was delighted that he proved to be so terribly predictable. If I had prepared a script and sent it to him in advance he could not have done a better job, as he simply met every one of my expectations. I smiled to myself as I realized that this was even going to be even easier than I originally thought. Men, go figure! The following day I decided to let the old guy sweat for a while before I called him back. At 4:47 I finally called his office and I recognized the voice on the other end of the line immediately. It was the young busty red-haired hottie who worked at the receptionist's desk. I sensed a slight stirring in my groin when I heard her soft voice again and I knew I was going to have to try to ask her out sometime when I was through with this little charade of mine. "Good afternoon, Dr. Zachary Preston's office; this is Cory -- how can I assist you today?" That was the first time I had heard her on the phone. She must have been away from her desk when I called the first time to make my appointment, because I would easily have remembered that kind of greeting. "Good afternoon, Cory. This is Nikki Miller; you may remember me from being in the office yesterday right after lunch -- the tall blond with the long hair." There was a slight pause on the other end of the line as I imagined that she was trying to recall who I was. I was suddenly shocked that I didn't make more of an impression on her. I continued. "I was wearing a white top and white skirt." Then she came back on the line. "Please forgive me Ms. Miller, a patient was standing here asking me a question. Oh you don't have to worry, I DEFINITELY remember you." I smiled and almost felt relieved. "Well, I have to say that I certainly remember you very well too." I let that comment hang there and I guessed that she was applying a multitude of interpretations to it during the dead silence that went on for a couple seconds. "I guess I should have mentioned it yesterday, but I think you're an incredibly beautiful woman." I added several moments later. I felt emboldened now and thought -- what the heck, it wouldn't hurt to plant a seed now and see what happens. Another moment went by and she responded. "Why thank you Ms. Miller . . . " I interrupted, altering my tone slightly to sound somewhat more breathy. "I really wish that you would call me Nikki." There was another brief pause on the line before she replied. "Okay . . . Nikki. Thank you for the compliment. I have to say that I thought you looked pretty incredible yourself yesterday." I smiled at hearing that from her. "Thank you, Cory. I needed to leave a short message for Dr. Preston, but maybe we could go out to lunch together sometime soon." There was another short pause on her end of the phone. I imagined from her hesitation that the woman was clearly heterosexual. I knew if she had never entertained notions about intimacy with women that this conversation would be over by now. So I suspected that it was something that she thought about every now and then and probably had convinced herself that if the right woman ever came along that she might like to experiment. Now she was sitting there really wondering if what she thought was happening, was really happening, and if it was -- would she actually have the courage to go through with it. At least that's what I was guessing. "Ah, lunch . . . that would be nice." She said slowly, as if she was still somewhat unsure of my motives or her response. "Excellent, then I'll call you sometime soon; and would you mind just giving Dr. Preston my cell number. He's expecting me to call and just ask him to telephone me anytime today between 5:30 and 6:30." I said, as I reeled off my number for her. "That was between 5:30 and 6:30 today, I'll make sure he gets it. Is there anything else?" I considered her open question for a long moment and wondered what other sort of meaning it might hold. I was wondering whether she wanted me to get back to the matter of our own date. I finally decided to take the bait. "In fact there is, Cory. Why don't you make a note of that cell number and use it whenever you like." I added. I could almost hear her thinking about the unsaid words surrounding my comment. I had hinted around about what I wanted from our meeting and that would have to do for now. If she wanted more she would have to commit now or wait until then. I suspected that since she was at work she would prefer to play it safe. "Okay, I'll do that Nikki." She said slowly, but I detected a slight difference in her tone this time. It almost seemed as if she was smiling as she spoke, as if she might have made up her mind. "You know Cory, on second thought, why don't we just go to lunch tomorrow? How about if I pick you up in the parking lot a little after 11:15. I understand the office is closed between 11:15 and 12:45?" I said, wondering how she would respond. I didn't have to wait long. "Tomorrow . . . ah, sure that would be good." She said, with a trace of hesitation suddenly creeping back into her voice. "Wonderful. Why don't you come out and look for me at the front of your building; I drive a late model white Mercedes SL500 convertible." There was another brief moment of hesitation before she responded. "Okay, I'll be looking for you out there at about 11:18. I gotta go now, though." We said our goodbyes and I sat around the house waiting for my cell phone to jump to life. I knew my father would be anxious to call, but he would try not to appear too anxious, so I didn't expect his call right at 5:30. He wasn't going to be able to use too much gamesmanship with me, but I knew he'd probably try and seize every advantage he could. At eight minutes before six the cell phone rang -- nothing fancy, just a normal ring tone for this girl. The caller I.D. indicated that the number was private. Maybe it was that innate father and daughter thing we now had going for us, but I knew right away it was him. I picked it up on the third ring. "This is Nikki." I replied. I'm glad I don't do this deception thing full time, I thought; I'd never be able to keep all the names and identities straight. "Nikki, it's Zachary Preston; I just got your message." He said in a somewhat hushed voice, as if he was fearful he might be overheard. "Hi Zach, I almost thought I was going to have to cancel on you tonight, but then my schedule seemed to clear up at the last minute. So how about if we meet for dinner this evening at 8:00 p.m. at Don Ricardo's, do you know the place?" "Yes I do, it's a great choice." He said immediately. I knew that he'd love the place. It was a solid five star eatery that defied the old adage that in addition to outstanding food, a good restaurant needed a great location to be successful. My mother took me there when I graduated from the University of Houston more than a year ago and our dinner, with a bottle of wine and the gratuity, cost her nearly four hundred dollars. If you didn't know where the place was, you'd never stumble upon it. Ricardo's was one of those restaurants that didn't list prices next to their entrees and they catered exclusively to Houston's upper class. Since discretion was always important to that group, the restaurant was known for its low lighting and absolute privacy. I know it's a cliché now, but trust me - what happens at Ricardo's definitely stays at Ricardo's. I knew he'd be delighted that we could spend hours there and probably never be seen by anyone but the wait staff. We ended the call and I started upstairs to bathe and get ready. I wanted to look my best for my only night out ever in my adult life with my father. After a warm bath and shaving all those important places one more time, I sat down at my make-up table and blow-dried my hair and started to work my magic. I've been pretty lucky in that I can usually get by with just mascara and a touch of lip gloss and still look presentable, but I needed much more than presentable tonight. Tonight I was going to pull out all the stops, since it would serve as the prelude to the big finale that I hoped would come together tomorrow night or the night after. At about seven I was sitting there putting the finishing touches on my hair and I heard my mother calling me from the entry way. "I'm up here." I replied in a subdued yell. I still had not mentioned a word to her about my little scheme. I didn't know whether she would approve or not, but I just didn't want to go there with her and find out how she would feel regarding the brief intimacy I'd be sharing with my father. I think after more than twenty years my mother was certainly past any feelings she ever had for him, but I was fearful that she might become jealous over the feelings she had for me. You see, for the past five years my mother and I had grown extremely intimate and had become lovers. She walked into my room babbling on about her day and I made the kind of cursory responses that were usually expected. Then she walked up behind me and put her arms around me and cupped my breasts in her hands as she started to kiss and bite me softly on the neck. I closed my eyes and put my hands on hers, as she massaged my nipples. It felt really wonderful and on any other night, or with any other date, I would have simply canceled my plans and just stayed home with her and played. "Oh rats, you're going out. I was so hoping we could have a quick dinner together and watch a movie lying in bed. I've been feeling rather amorous all day." She whispered in my ear. My mother and I became involved sexually when I was a senior in high school. Before you think badly of her for violating that taboo, you should know that I was the one who planned and carried out the entire seduction. I think I had been attracted to her for years and I just finally couldn't stand not touching her in a sexual way any longer. The fact that she was receptive at all simply brought tears to my eyes at the time. Anyway, Sam and I have grown extremely close since then and we usually sleep together in her bed five or six times a week when I'm not in school. She has not tried to monopolize my time in any way and has never gotten jealous when I occasionally go out on a date. She never asks who I'm dating, what sex they are or even where we went. I think we're both very comfortable with our relationship, although I think we both realize that like all things, it may end one day - if I ever find someone that I want to spend the rest of my life with. I glanced over at my nightstand and saw that it was 7:10. I slowly stood up holding onto her hands as I turned to face her. Even after working a twelve hour day I could just eat her up. I've never seen any women in my entire life that I feel as attracted to as I do my mother. To me she just radiates sex appeal in every fiber of her body and I love touching and kissing her and her natural scent always gets me wet. "Feeling amorous, are we?" I asked with a sly smile. "Uh-huh," she said in a near whisper, feigning embarrassment. I moved my head closer to kiss her on her beautiful lips, but then she surprised me and moved her head back slightly. "Oh baby, I want to kiss you so much, but I don't want to mess your make-up, you look so perfect," she said, with a look of sincere concern on her face. "Let me worry about that," I said, just before I placed my lips on hers and we shared our first kiss of the night. Interestingly, I think I had to re-teach my mother how to kiss when we first became involved. Her social life had died on the vine by her choice and mine was in overdrive and I remember before we did anything else as lovers we spent hours lying together just kissing and caressing each other. After a full weekend of that, our lips were sore as hell, but we had effectively raised the art of kissing to a real science. I continued to kiss her softly and use my teeth to bite the edges of her mouth in the most playful way. Without exception it always got her motor running. There was no passionate tongue action, only soft sensual kisses and playful bites, as I backed her up towards my bed. When her legs hit the bed she fell backwards, uttering a mock shriek as she went. When she tried to get up I used my hand to keep her right where she was and she didn't object. I went to my knees and pushed her skirt up to her waist and when I grabbed the waistband of her panties she instinctively raised her butt to assist my efforts. Then I slowly moved them down her long, lean legs and over her short two inch heels. Sam was now fully exposed to me and her sexual center glistened under the overhead light. I was so glad I was able to convince her to keep that area shaved. Not only did the appearance drive me a little crazy, it just made oral sex so much easier. I moved my face over her pussy and I started to shower her with soft, gentle kisses and little love bites. Sam is always very responsive to oral stimulation and I began to hear her little moans almost as soon as I began. I used my fingers to pull her hood up and I worked my tongue into the narrow ridge so that I could apply all of my effort on her clit. When I felt her hands on the back of my head I knew that she was already immersed in the pleasure of what I was doing to her. Sam was generating a tremendous volume of lubrication and I always enjoyed lapping every bit of it up. When her low groans became louder I knew it was time to move my fingers inside to her g-spot. I knew she'd cum if I just played with her clit, but her orgasm would be a more intense with my fingers inside her. As I applied pressure on that special place inside her pussy I could feel her body begin to tremble and I suspected she was probably getting pretty close. I moved my other hand across her pussy, coating it with her lubrication. Then I pulled her gently towards her side, so that my left hand could find her ass. Sam loved it when I used my fingers to fuck her ass. I slowly worked my first finger inside her and then the second one and as her butt began to move backwards to meet the intrusion I could feel my other hand through the thin membrane wall. When both fingers were firmly inside her I slowly coordinated the in-and-out rhythm in her ass and pussy and I could see her enjoyment was being magnified. One day I'd have to get a video of me doing this to my mother, but until that time I'd have to be content just to hear the sounds of pleasure coming from her lips. Several minutes later my mother's entire body began to convulse and I heard her yell. "Oh my god, I'm cumming baby." I increased the pace of both hands and then she yelled out once more and then she fell silent. A moment later the trembling stopped and I felt her hand begin to stroke my hair. I moved my fingers from inside her and I looked up at her contented smile. If only everything in life was that simple. "I love you Tracy," she said in a whisper. "I love you too, Sam," I replied softly. Then I leaned over and kissed her. I slowly rose to my feet and sat back down at the make-up table and made a few repairs to my make-up and lipstick, as my exhausted mother lay motionless on my bed with her gorgeous pussy fully exposed. She had fallen into a restful sleep and since I knew how wonderful it was to fall asleep after an orgasm it was my intention to leave her right where she was. I put on a pair of dark thigh highs and slipped into a sleek black strapless cocktail dress which showed a lot of cleavage, that I knew would be absolutely perfect for Ricardo's. It wasn't at all cheap and it fit my body almost as if the designer had me in mind when she made it. I slipped into a pair of black open back five inch platform heels and put on some large gold hoop earrings and a gold heart necklace that my father had sent me for Christmas years ago. Personally, I loved the irony of using that little accessory. Then I turned out the light on my way out the door. I pulled up to a valet and he held the door for me as I got out of the car and tossed him the keys. "There's a twenty in it for you if you make sure that car is placed somewhere that it can't be dented or scratched." I said to him. He smiled and then nodded at me. As I opened the door of the restaurant I turned and watched as he moved my car directly across the street, so that it would constantly remain in his line of sight. What a good boy, I thought smiling. I entered Ricardo's at 8:30 and the maitre'd greeted me warmly. "Good evening, my name is Antonio. Welcome to Ricardo's." "Good evening Antonio, I believe that Dr. Preston is already expecting me." I replied. He nodded indicating that he understood and then he turned and headed back through an open doorway into the restaurant. I stopped for a moment and looked inside before proceeding. It looked like an endless abyss from where I was standing. I knew I was supposed to follow him and I also suspected that if he got too far ahead of me I might lose him entirely, but my eyes needed to adjust to the dim lighting. He must have sensed that I wasn't behind him when he didn't hear my heels clicking on the tile floor. He stopped and waited for me until I finally caught up. Then he turned and I continued to follow him through the maze, until he stopped at a table that was located off by itself and away from any prying eyes. Antonio smiled at me and nodded towards the table and then he disappeared. Zachary Preston was sitting there with a drink and immediately stood up when he saw me arrive. He was wearing a dark suit, white shirt and a fashionable dark blue tie. "I was beginning to suspect that you might have changed your mind," he said, as he pulled me towards him and kissed me hard on the lips. Not only did I kiss him back, I opened my mouth wide to welcome him. As we parted I could not help but wonder whether he smelled or tasted my mother during the kiss and what Dr. Freud would have done with that thought. I smiled as he held the chair for me and I sat down. "Would a woman be worth having if she didn't keep her date waiting?" I said, brandishing a sly smile. He returned the smile. "I suspect you're right." If you've ever been in a restaurant like this, what I'm about to say might amaze you, but I am in awe of those waiters. You never see them around the table at all, but they seem to sense when you need a drink or you're ready to order. Within minutes after I sat down, a short balding man in his forties who identified himself as Mario was standing there ready to take our drink order. "Would you care for a drink?" Zach asked me. I bit my lip, as I considered the question. "What is your finest white wine?" I'm no drinker, so when Mario rattled off two names I didn't recognize either one. I looked across the table at dear old daddy. "Men always know better about such things, please chose for me." He did and the waiter promptly disappeared. We chatted for a while, as Zach wanted to know everything about Nikki and my imagination was more than happy to oblige. In fact, I was actually enjoying playing the role I had created. About five minutes later Mario returned with a bottle and a little stand holding a bucket full of ice. He opened the cork at the table and gave Zach the customary first taste. When my father approved, Mario filled both glasses. If it didn't come out of that clear bottle I would have sworn it tasted like urine. I guess I'll never be a wine connoisseur. I took one sip and never touched it the rest of the night. We talked for a while longer and then Mario came by and my father suggested that we order. I remembered the menu from when I was here before, it was so nicely bound that it almost appeared to be a first edition novel. I pretended to go through each entrée carefully. Then I was sure I must have surprised Zach when I ordered two dinners, a steak and a lobster. When Mario left I slipped my shoe off and raised my foot so that it was now in my father's lap. I slowly began to massage him through the pants and in record time I could feel my father was rising to the occasion. He was sitting there watching me as I played with his cock from the outside of his pants. Then he closed his eyes and I continued to rub on him for several more minutes, until I whispered across the table. "Take your cock out of your pants so I can play with it." He opened his eyes and instinctively looked around, but there was no one else that could have heard my request. He reached down and affectionately squeezed my foot with his hand, before he opened his zipper and removed his cock from his pants. I haven't been with too many guys, but I could feel right away that my father was fairly well endowed. I couldn't see it from where I was sitting, but I was guessing that at the least he was seven inches long and he could have been much larger. Even in that area the bastard was blessed. I wondered which gods had been smiling down on him his entire life. I slipped the shoe from my other foot and moved it into his crotch with its mate, so that now both feet were there to service him. Then I slowly caressed his cock with one foot, while the other foot found his balls and started playing with them. I was watching his face across the table as he was thoroughly enjoying his little treat. Then I thought I'd turn it up a notch. I reached behind my back and lowered the zipper of my dress and moved it off of my breasts, so they were now fully exposed. Then I took both feet and sandwiched his cock between them and slowly started to give him a foot job, the very first one I had ever given. The stockings acted like the finest lubricant, as I fell into a blissful rhythm stroking his cock with my feet. His eyes were closed and I could hear sporadic groans escaping from his mouth. I began to use both hands to play with my nipples as I continued to stroke his cock, which now seemed to be a good bit larger than when I started. My father's breathing rate began to quicken and I have to admit that I was even starting to get turned on by it all. I continued the sensuous strokes on his cock and I began to feel it pulse slightly, signaling that it was getting ready to explode. My feet increased the pace and I knew from his facial expression that he was getting ready. Just when I sensed he was about there, I whispered his name. When he opened his eyes he saw me pinching my nipples and as I suspected, the visual aide helped him over the edge. I felt him begin to shoot his load all over my feet. As I continued to milk him to completion, he sat there and slowly closed his eyes again with the most contented sounds coming from his mouth, as he finished cumming. I couldn't see what had happened under the table, but I suspected that those stockings would have to be replaced. Before he opened his eyes I found my cell phone in my purse and I hit the side button. The little thing sprang to life and it began to ring. Zach immediately opened his eyes and I grabbed my cell phone and mouthed the words "I'm sorry." I engaged in a one-person conversation that left little doubt what the end result would be. "Sorry Zach, I have to run, it's really an emergency." I said, using my most contrite tone. I put my feet down and used a cloth napkin to wipe them off. They were absolutely covered in semen and I had to wonder what the waiter would think when he grabbed it up later. Then my feet went to the floor to find my shoes and I stood up and began to zip my dress back up. It was starting to register with him. "But you haven't eaten or . . ." I moved over to his side of the table and bent down to kiss him. "I'm sorry lover; you really wanted to fuck me tonight, didn't you?" He smiled at me. "Well, I guess I sort of thought that was going to be the plan." "I know; me too. Just look at me, I dressed to the teeth for you tonight, so I'm certainly disappointed as well." For the second time I could see the tremendous disappointment on his face. "Look, I have an idea. I have a complimentary room at the Omni Hotel over on the west loop. Why don't we meet over there tomorrow night and I'll let you fuck me for as long as you want. Deal?" "Really? That sounds simply wonderful," he said excitedly, with a huge smile on his face. "Okay, you have my cell number; I'll get over to the hotel by about 7:45. You call me at 8:00 and I'll tell you what room I'm in, then I'm all yours." I was about to leave, but then I turned and looked down at him and I remembered something. "Oh . . . about my test results?" There was a blank look on his face for an instant. "Oh sorry, I'd forgotten. Everything was within normal limits." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope with my name typewritten across the center and then he handed it to me. I smiled and took the envelope and turned to leave. "Nikki, I'll call you at 8:00 tomorrow," he said as I started to walk away. I turned and looked back at him and smiled. "Perfect." I finally found my way outside, handing the young valet a twenty when he brought my car over from the other side of the street. Then I headed home feeling that my mission had definitely been accomplished. I got home slightly after 10:00 and Sam was exactly where I had left her. I helped her get under the covers and I set the alarm for when she usually woke up and then I slid in next to her and I fell asleep with her in my arms. I woke up with the alarm and Sam was out of the bed like a shot after giving me a quick peck on the lips. I sat up and began to plan my day. Today was going to be a very busy day for me. I showered, put on my make-up and then I put on a black mini-skirt, a red tank top and a pair of red Candies slides with a five inch heel. I sat down at my make-up table and I painted my toe nails and finger nails red. Then I selected my lipstick in a matching red color. I went downstairs and sat down at the computer in my mother's office. I took about ten minutes typing out a letter and addressing an envelope. Then I headed over to the Omni Hotel. When I got to the hotel it was nearly 11:00 a.m. and I went straight to the check-in desk. A young man was there and he seemed to drop everything to attend to me. "Good morning Miss, how may I assist you?" "Yes, good morning. I'm in a bit of a pickle and I hope you can help me. I'm here on company business and my wallet was stolen earlier today. My company wired me plenty of cash and I need a room for tonight, but I have no credit cards. Will that be a problem?" He looked around to see whether we had an audience. We didn't. "Well, usually we have a strict policy against booking rooms without a major credit card." "Look, my husband will be meeting me later tonight and it will just be the two of us and we'll be gone very early in the morning. What's the cost for two with one king-size bed?" I asked. He hesitated for an instant. "Well, if there are no corporate discounts, the room rate before taxes is $155.00." I opened my purse and pulled out three one hundred dollar bills and I placed them on the counter, with two bills together and one bill separate. I slid the two one hundred dollar bills towards him. "Look, if I pay you for the room in advance, I promise there will be no telephone and movie charges. This should more than cover it and you can keep the change." He looked over at the lone bill that was remaining on the counter and then he looked up at me with a curious expression on his face. "And that's yours, just as soon as you give me two keys to my room," I added. Without saying a word he took my name and began typing on the computer terminal behind the counter as he registered Nikki Miller as a guest of the hotel. When he handed me two card keys, the remaining hundred dollar bill suddenly disappeared, causing me to smile. "That's room 717 Ms. Miller. I hope that you and Mr. Miller will enjoy your stay with us." I smiled and thanked him, as I turned and quickly left the hotel. I was about eight minutes from my father's office and I had a little time, but I needed to make a quick telephone call first. I called Lone Star Messenger Service and told them to have an agent meet me at the Bennigan's restaurant that was located just two blocks from my father's office. I explained to them that I needed to have them retrieve a package from me for expedited delivery within the city. Then I headed over to meet Cory for lunch. I pulled up in front of the building where my father's office was located and as I put the car in park I saw Cory coming through the front glass doors. It was one of the more pleasant surprises I had in a good while. I'd seen Cory behind the receptionist's desk and she definitely looked great to me back there, but now I got to enjoy the entire package. My father had chosen well, she was absolutely gorgeous. Cory had a massive head of dark red hair in small curls that framed her beautiful face perfectly. She was dressed in a green and gold print skirt that stopped well short of her knees and a dark green long sleeve turtleneck that could not have done a better job accentuating her massive boobs. I was guessing that she was about 5'7" with a really trim body and long slender legs that looked terrific in her four inch light brown leather heels. I yelled her name and stuck my arm up and waved at her and she immediately smiled and headed for my car. She opened the car door, stepped in and dropped down into the seat. As soon as she closed the door and turned to face me I moved my lips to hers and I kissed her. She was far too surprised to have avoided the kiss, even if she had wanted to. When I pulled away she just looked at me without saying a word. "There; now no matter whatever else happens between us, we got that first awkward kiss out of the way. How does Bennigan's sound to you for lunch?" She kept looking at me and then she just nodded without disclosing any other kind of emotion. A moment later we pulled into the parking lot at Bennigan's and we went inside. Because we had beaten the lunch crowd we had gotten a great booth at the very back of the restaurant in a remote section. We both ordered iced tea and salads with a cut up chicken breast and then we sat there and just looked at each other. I knew if this was going to move along, I would have to be the one to make it happen. "I think you are one of the most incredibly attractive women I've ever seen and I would love to date you." I said, without looking away from her gorgeous brown eyes. The faint trace of a smile began to form on her face, but she remained somewhat guarded. "Thank you, Nikki. When you first walked into Dr. Preston's office yesterday I happened to have the exact same thought about you. I must admit that I don't think I have ever quite met anyone like you before. Let me ask you though, what made you think I was a lesbian?" I hesitated for just an instant. I knew this was a test of sorts. "First, let me tell you that my real name is Tracy, not Nikki. I'm in the process of pulling a huge practical joke on your boss for someone else, so I would appreciate it if you kept that to yourself until tomorrow. I'll even tell you all about it myself if you like at that time." Her smile grew a little wider. "Okay . . . Tracy. I'll keep quiet, but I have to tell you I don't plan to stay there too much longer anyway. I know the guy is a great doctor, but I think he wants to fuck everything in a skirt. He has had his hands all over my boobs several times and I didn't appreciate it." I smiled back at her. "Let's just say that the joke will hit a nerve in that very direction. And by the way, if I worked in an office with you I'm not sure I could keep my hands off you either." Her smile grew even wider now. "Wow, you certainly know how to flatter a girl, but I really want you to answer my question. What made you ask me out to lunch? Did I do or say something that made you think I was a lesbian?" It was my turn to smile. I stared into her eyes for a moment and wondered how forthcoming I could be with this beauty, without raising a red flag. "That's a fair question. If it puts your mind at ease, it was nothing that you did that was glaringly obvious. I guess that I got a read or a vibration from you that you probably have never been with a woman before, but it's been something that you've been thinking about for a while now and it just took the right girl to come along to get you to act on that feeling. How close am I?" Her smile slowly faded and then her brow began to furrow slightly, as her eyes remained fixed on mine. "That's fucking incredible; that describes it exactly. That's really eerie." The waiter brought our food and gave us the usual banter and then he disappeared. During that time Cory's eyes were still fixed on mine and they seemed to be drawing me to them like a magnet. I looked over Cory's shoulder and I could see that no other patrons had been seated in our area of the restaurant since our arrival some ten minutes earlier. I got out of my side of the booth and I slid in next to Cory, who was in the middle of the bench seat. We were now only inches apart and I could feel my heart starting to race. I was suddenly taken by surprise, when I felt her hand trying to take hold of my hand that had been on the bench seat between us. I raised my hand up off the bench seat and allowed our fingers to lock together and we were now holding hands. She took her other hand and gently put it up against my face. "Now I'm just guessing here, but I think that you moved over here to kiss me again." I didn't respond right away and then she glanced around to make sure no one was watching us. "I think I might want that too, but not here. I'm not into public displays of affection, especially now when all this is so new to me. I'm obviously very attracted to you and if you will be patient with me I think you'll be more than satisfied with the rewards." As she spoke I felt her breath on my face and it smelled sweet, like her lipstick. I knew her concerns were genuine and she made sense, but I was so attracted to her I didn't know whether I could refrain from kissing her. Then she helped me out. She looked back over her shoulder once again and saw that there was still no one sitting in our section. "Okay, just one kiss and then I want you to go back over on your side of the table and behave. Deal?" I had never met a girl like this before, but I already knew that she had the potential of being someone very special in my life. "Deal." This time it was different. As I moved towards her, she also moved to kiss me and when our lips met I got the most incredible case of goose bumps. It was one of the softest and sweetest kisses I ever enjoyed and when we pulled away slowly our lips continued to stick together slightly because of our lipstick and that sent an even greater chill soaring throughout my body. We were both totally quiet for a full minute. Then she spoke in a low, almost surreal tone. "Ahhh . . . you . . . ah better go back now, back to your seat." I nodded, but I didn't move. We sat there holding hands and I felt her nails digging into my skin. Our faces were just an inch apart. Finally, I responded. "Well, I guess I better go back to my seat now," I said, in my best breathy voice. Still neither of us moved a muscle, as we continued to just stare into each other's eyes like to two love sick teenagers. Then Cory moved her face to mine again and she began to kiss me just a little harder and with more hunger than the first time. Sometime after the kiss started I felt her mouth begin to open and then I opened mine to welcome her tongue inside. She entered and used her tongue to explore every inch of my mouth, before I followed her back to her home base and did the same thing to her. By the time we finally broke the kiss, it had easily lasted a couple of minutes and I knew I was absolutely drenched between my legs. This time when we pulled apart we were both breathing rather quickly and our waiter was standing by the table. "Please excuse the interruption ladies, but when you first arrived you mentioned to the hostess that you were expecting a messenger to stop by and I wanted to let you know that he's up front." I thanked him and then I looked at Cory and smiled. "I'll be right back." I grabbed my purse and the envelope and started for the front. She called to me and then she whispered. "I'm going to the restroom, in case you get back before me." The agent from Lone Star Messenger Service was waiting for me at the front door and we walked out to the parking lot so we would not be overheard. I handed him the envelope that contained Vicki Lee Metcalf's home address and he looked at it. "I understand you want this delivered ASAP." "Yes, as quickly as you can. What's the charge?" I asked. He pulled out a cell phone and made a call and relayed his current location and the address on the envelope and then he waited for about forty seconds. Then he signed off and looked at me. "That will be $28.00 ma'am." He said, as he pulled out a receipt book and began to fill it out. I opened my purse and pulled out two twenty dollar bills and handed them to him. "The change is yours if that envelope is in her hands in twenty minutes." He looked at the address again and smiled. "Done!" When I got back to the table Cory had already returned and this time I sat down across from her. She smiled at me. I smiled back when I realized that she had reapplied her lipstick. "It's getting late and with all the butterflies dancing in my stomach right now I don't think I have much of an appetite at all. Would you mind terribly if we just got these salads to go?" She said, hoping not to offend me. I paid the check and we left with our salads. During the short drive back we held hands and then I surprised her when I parked and told her I wanted to walk her upstairs. She seemed flattered by the gesture and when we entered the building I suggested that we take the stairs one flight to her office and she readily agreed. We walked up the steps and when we got to the second story landing we put our stuff down and sat on the steps together and began to talk. It was only 12:26 and she still had nearly twenty minutes. We sat there staring at each other and talking and then before too long we were wrapped in a tight embrace and we were kissing passionately, as if our very lives depended on it. I was unable to determine what there was about this girl that just drove me over the edge, but I simply could not get enough of her. As we kissed I moved my hand between her legs and I felt her part her thighs for me. I moved my hand towards her crotch and I was delighted to feel that she was as wet as I was. I moved the small piece of fabric aside and I began to gently rub the outside of her pussy. As I did I heard her low moans come through her mouth while we kissed. The sounds were heavenly. When my hand was wet enough I parted her lips and slipped my index finger inside her. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and she let out a deep groan as I entered. Our kissing grew more intense and I inserted a second finger inside her and slowly began to finger fuck her, as I felt our body heat begin to consume us. Within another minute she began to shudder and she whispered to me that she was getting ready to cum. I didn't know whether I would freak her out or not by what I was about to do, but I decided to change my position. At first I think my departure absolutely confused her, but then she saw me slide down to my knees and move in between her legs and she immediately understood my intentions. I could not get her panties out of the way completely and I was too turned on to stop what I was doing to try and remove them, so I used my hands to rip them off and get access to the coveted prize. I knew Cory was very close and I wanted to help her reach her climax. I buried my face in her crotch and started licking and kissing all around her opening. Then I pulled the folds of her hood apart and I attacked her clit. When I felt her body about to spasm, I sucked her entire hood into my mouth and bit down softly on that little thing, causing her entire body to convulse and her breathing rate to nearly double. As she slowly came down from her orgasmic high minutes later I continued to shower her pussy with soft gentle kisses. Then I moved up to her face and kissed her hard on the lips and then I whispered in her ear. "God you're the sexiest woman I think I've ever seen, but now you have just two minutes until you have to get back to the office." Cory's eyes opened wide and she looked down at her watch, the same watch I was using to be sure she wouldn't be late. She stood up and pulled her skirt down and kissed me once more on the lips. Then she grabbed her purse, her salad and her panties and then she reached towards me and handed me the ripped panties. "Here, these are for you; you damn well earned them. I guess you were right, I am a lesbian. No one has ever made me cum like that before -- it was just . . . just incredible. Please, please call me." Then she smiled and entered the hallway through the fire door and she was gone. While Tracey Preston started to descend the stairs feeling like she was on cloud nine, in another part of the city only eight miles away Vicki Lee Metcalf was reading a typed letter for the third time. It had just been delivered by messenger service and she was trying to determine whether it was some sick idiot's idea of a joke. Dear Ms. Metcalf: We've never met, yet with all due respect I know your betrothed -- Dr. Zachary Preston, far better than perhaps you ever will. Despite what he appears to be to all others on the exterior, I believe you should know that this man is totally devoid of all conscience and honor. I also happen to know under the best and most credible of authorities, that even as you both plan your fall nuptials, he is unable to remain true to you and he will certainly fare no better when you two are finally wed. I know you have absolutely no reason to believe this unsolicited note. Yet, because I want you to know that as God is my witness I speak only the truth, I have included a hotel key for your use. This key will allow you access to room 717 at the Omni Hotel on the west loop. If you will go there not earlier than 9:00 this evening and only this evening, and use this key to admit yourself, you will have all the evidence you require to know that what I say to you here is no fabrication. In case you wonder why I would exert any effort to help someone who is such a total and complete stranger to me, well the answer is rather simple. This same man had severely and irreparably hurt someone long ago that is very dear to me and I simply feel that the beast must be stopped. Regardless of your decision you will never hear from me again and no one else will ever see a copy of this communication. If you elect to ignore this message and proceed with your plans unaltered, however, please just remember that you have been duly warned. Most Respectfully, A Concerned Friend I traveled back to my house feeling euphoric. I can't say exactly what happened between me and Cory, but I think even a blind person could see that there was some incredible chemistry going on there. I was truly anxious to see it all come together in the days and weeks ahead. When I got home I decided to head out by the pool and I got some sun and read one of my mother's AMA medical journals. I was out there for about three hours and I thought I had gotten quite a bit darker. When I came in I picked up the phone and called my father's office. I just had to hear her voice again and she answered after the second ring. "Good afternoon, Dr. Zachary Preston's office; this is Cory -- how can I assist you today?" "Thanks for the wonderful lunch." I said, and then I waited. I was actually hoping that she hadn't felt guilty about what we did, causing her to give me the cold shoulder. "Just a minute," she said. Then I heard the phone being placed on hold and in another minute she picked it up again. "Tracy, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all afternoon. What in the world have you done to me girl?" She said in a playful whisper. Now I was smiling inside and out. Her enthusiasm was contagious and I was absolutely delighted that she had not done a one-eighty on me. "That's why I called. I wanted you to know that I haven't stopped thinking about you either." There was a slight pause and then Cory spoke. "Tracy, after the way you had me feeling today, I can't wait until the next time we can be together. When will I see you again?" "Okay, remember -- you have my cell number and you can call me anytime you want. Other than that, I have to do something tonight, but what about spending all day Saturday together. Why don't we hang out at my pool and catch some sun during the day, then we'll go out and get something to eat and then you can spend the night here with me. What do you think?" "That sounds terrific." She said, but then I noticed a slight change in her voice. "Cory, what's wrong?" I asked. She remained quiet for another moment. "Tracy, you know that I've never been with a woman before. Will you be patient with me and show me what I need to do so that I can be a good lover too?" To me it was the kind of question that shows what a person was made of and I was thrilled to hear her ask me. "Absolutely sweetie, it will be my greatest pleasure." The rest of the afternoon seemed to fly by and by six thirty I was sitting in the tub shaving all my body hair. I think I shaved myself more in the past two days than I did in the previous two weeks. I soaked for about another ten minutes and then I dried my hair and began to put on my makeup. By 7:40 I looked in the mirror and I was totally pleased with the end result; I was definitely my mother's daughter. I applied my red lipstick and then I was ready for the outfit. From the dresser drawer I pulled out a mesh body suit with a cut out crotch and put it on. Over it I decided to wear a simple black Danskin leotard and a matching Heather Fleece circle skirt. Then I stepped into a pair of clear Lucite platform eight inch heels and I was ready to go meet daddy. I was driving to the hotel when my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller I.D. and it revealed that it was a private number, so I flipped it open. "This is Nikki." I said, suspecting that it was my father. "What room number should I meet you in?" He asked, unable to conceal the excitement in his voice. "Meet me in room 717 Zach, but don't get there before 8:25. Got it?" I said and then I ended the call without waiting for his response. I pulled into the hotel parking lot and parked my car near the front door. Then I threw my purse in the trunk and walked in with only my phone, car keys and the key card to the room. In those high heels I felt a little like a hooker, but in a strange way maybe that analogy wasn't too much of a reach. I took the elevator to the seventh floor and let myself into the room that was decorated like the rooms would be in any comparable hotel. I think they must all shop in the same place. I pulled the blankets down on the king-sized bed and then I peeled my leotard and my skirt off and I just sat down and collected my thoughts. I glanced at the time on my cell phone and saw that he would probably be here in about seven minutes. I guess I was woman enough to keep that pig occupied for at least thirty minutes until his fiancée arrived. All of a sudden I wondered whether she might not even show up. Oh my god, that would throw such a wrench in my plans. I'd be stuck here for hours while my father fucked my brains out and there would be no chance for me to get away. With the way I'd been teasing him, he'd never let me leave here until he was finished with me. I guess I was about to find out whose side God was really on. I shut my phone off and put it on the table next to my key card and car keys. Then I got up and walked to the window and looked out towards the city. It wasn't dark yet, but in another twenty minutes the city would be lit up like a Christmas tree. I wondered whether any of this effort would really be worth it in the end. It sure wouldn't make any of my mother's pain go away, but I guess if it kept him from ruining one more life it would probably be worth it's weight in gold. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door and I felt myself swallow hard. The show was about to begin. I walked to the door and took a deep breath. Then I opened it and my father stood there with a bouquet of roses in one hand and a bottle of Dom Perignon in the other. I smiled and moved aside and as I did I had totally forgotten that I was standing there in a fishnet outfit with my boobs and pussy fully exposed. I was immediately reminded of my attire by the look I received. "Wow, you look incredible Nikki," he said, as he kissed me and handed me the flowers. In my heels we were now nearly eye-to-eye. I closed the door and followed him into the room and he opened the wine. Then he poured the Champagne into small hotel glasses and we made a silly toast and we each finished the glass. Then he sat down on a chair and started to take off his clothes. I dropped the flowers on the seat nearest the door, hoping Vicki Lee Metcalf would see them if and when she arrived, as I tried hard to remain optimistic. Then I climbed onto the bed and lay back on the pillows with my legs crossed watching him ready himself for me. If my father was in a rush to fuck me he did a good job concealing it. He talked about different things as he took off his clothes and he even put his suit on the valet hanger in the closet. I didn't know whether I should be insulted or whether he was just displaying the symptoms of obsessive compulsive disorder. When he got to the bed he pulled down his underwear and climbed onto the bed. I hated to admit it, but he looked even better without his clothes than I would have imagined. The alarm clock on the nightstand said it was 8:42. If there was anyway possible, I definitely wanted him inside me when his fiancée showed up. I wasn't terribly unfamiliar at having sex with males, but I felt somewhat awkward for a moment, as I tried to think how I wanted to proceed. I rolled onto my side and then I moved down between his legs. He instinctively knew where I was going and he seemed to part his legs in anticipation. His cock was immense and that really scared me. It was every bit as huge as it felt the other night. I slowly put my hand around the shaft and my fingers didn't even come close to touching on the other side. The circumference had to be close to eight inches, it was the biggest cock I'd ever seen in my life. I was starting to worry whether I could even get the damn thing in my mouth, let alone inside my pussy. I looked up at him and for the first time he looked like he was in the cat-bird seat. I said, "Don't cum in my mouth; I want you to cum inside my pussy." Then I moved my head down and slowly started to kiss the huge head, while my hands slowly moved up and down on his shaft. After several minutes, I began to lick the shaft. Then when I finally got up the nerve I placed my mouth over his penis and slowly began to work my way down. It wasn't easy work and I could only take about a half an inch at a time, but after a while I was finally able to get about six inches down my throat, which was more than half. I don't know whether he liked it or not, but I felt him get harder as I continued to suck on him and after about ten minutes I finally moved off and started to lower myself onto his cock. It would be the first time I had been fucked by a man in more than three years and I wasn't completely certain I was ready for it. I was trying to move slowly so his entry would not rip me apart, while slowly coating his shaft with my lubrication. But he seemed to be in a real hurry and he tried to force it in once when I wasn't ready. I moved off of his cock and dug my nails into it and it was like pulling a choke chain on a pit bull. "You sit there and do absolutely nothing else until I have you inside me. Do that again and you can stay here and jerk off all by yourself, understand?" "Sorry, I just want to get inside you so badly," He said, trying desperately to sound contrite. "I want that too, but you'll tear me to shreds if you go in without sufficient lubrication. Just relax -- we're almost there." I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and it read 8:57. I knew I really needed to hurry this along or it might all be wasted. I finally had him fully lubricated and once again I started my descent. It was unpleasant at first, but as he finally got it all inside me, it started to feel good and I started to move up and down on him very slowly. I looked at him and his eyes were closed and his breathing had become accelerated. "Zach, I'll do all the work if you just talk dirty to me. It really turns me on and the dirtier you talk, the better I'll perform." He seemed to like that idea and in no time he proved to be a real natural at it. As I slowly moved up and down on his penis he showered me with language befitting the finest XXX-rated movie. When he started saying that I was the best piece of pussy he ever had, I told him that he was a very good boy and that was all I wanted him to keep repeating until he finally climaxed. So there he was, his eyes closed and telling me that he "enjoyed fucking my tight little pussy more than any other woman he ever had." I kept increasing my pace and I could feel that he was definitely getting close. That was when I thought I heard the door click open and then quietly close. Once I heard that sound, I started moving faster and faster, repeating the same thing. "Oh, I love the way you fuck me daddy, please tell your little girl that you'll always fuck her whenever she needs it." When I felt him start to throb, I hurried off of him and used my hand to jack him off. In an instant, he was shooting semen all over the bed and onto me. While I jerked him off I kept talking to him at the top of my lungs. "Oh, I love the way you cum daddy, please shoot that wonderful cum all over your daughter." When he finally stopped cumming and we slowed down I furtively glanced over my shoulder and I was relieved to see someone standing there watching everything we did. "Uh oh daddy, we have company," I said, as I spun around and I moved up to the headboard next to my father, while my hand continued to milk his cock. Zach hadn't re-entered the Earth's atmosphere yet and he was still unaware what exactly was going on around him. Once I was next to him I pretended not to be bothered by the other woman's presence and I just kept jerking him off. I could only imagine what a spectacle we made on that bed, my father sitting there with a big smile on his face and his eyes closed and me jerking him off with his cum all over my stomach and my tits. Then our visitor simply couldn't stand by and quietly take it anymore. "Zach, you pathetic son of bitch. How dare you cancel our night together so you can just whore around like some college stud in heat? You make me sick." He was fully cognizant now, as he pushed my hand aside and tried to get off the bed to explain. She got to him first and she landed a slap across his face that was so hard that I almost felt it. It shut him up in mid-sentence. "Vickie . . . ahh" "And here you are with some little slut that's less than half your age, you're so fucking pathetic." "Slut?" I exclaimed, recognizing this was finally my queue. "I'll have you know that I'm his daughter, you pompous bitch. He's been telling me you're the worst piece of ass he has ever had, that's why he needs my tight little pussy more than ever." He looked at me and for the first time I saw fire in his eyes. Then he tried to grab her, but she moved aside and brandished a look of total disgust infused with rage. "Your daughter . . . you're even fucking your own daughter? You pathetic bastard, you absolutely disgust me," she said, unable to conceal her sheer disdain for her now former betrothed. "She's just some patient and she was the one who was coming onto me. I'm sorry, I can explain everything," he said, almost as if I wasn't even in the same room. I got out of the bed on the other side and grabbed my clothes from the chair, my cell phone and my car keys. Then I walked up to them, standing there towering over her in my heels and looking down at him while he still lay on the bed, now covered by the bedspread. "Just some patient, huh? She's right, you are a pathetic bastard. My name is Tracy Preston - does that name sound at all familiar to you? I'm your first daughter, the one you forgot about more than fourteen years ago, you fucking piece of shit. And if I can keep you from doing to this woman what you did to my mother, I will freely brave the fires of hell. Oh, and if you don't believe me you egotistical bastard, use the samples you took in your office the other day and run a DNA test on them." I turned and walked away and I grabbed a towel from the sink and wet it and then I walked out of that room. Thank god there was no one in the hallway. I wiped myself off and then I dropped the towel by the door. Then I put the leotard and the skirt on and headed straight for the elevator. A moment later the door behind me opened and closed and then I heard Vicki Lee Metcalf yell out to me. "Tracy . . . please hold the elevator." I didn't know whether she was going to beat me or what, but I held the elevator. When she arrived she got on without looking at me and didn't say a word. But when the doors finally opened, we walked out and she politely asked if I would sit with her in the lobby for several minutes and I agreed. After all, I now seemed to sense a sort of kinship with this woman and I felt I owed her an explanation. We sat in two wingback chairs all by ourselves and for a good while she was still unable to look at me and I totally understood why. After all, I just brought her life down around her ankles and it would take her time to recover from that. Then as she continued to sit there she finally seemed to get her nerve up. "Tracy, I received an interesting letter today at the same time I received the room key. Would you happen to know anything about that?" I hesitated for a long moment deciding how to respond. This woman was bright and had obviously figured it all out. "I sent you that letter and the room key, Miss Metcalf," I finally admitted. "I suspected as much, after what you said upstairs to your father, but why?" I must have looked confused, since I thought it was all so perfectly clear, but then I realized of course she doesn't know all the pieces that I do. So I explained what happened with my mother, and then with me and eventually wife number two and then wife number three and after about thirty minutes I think she finally had a much better idea about who my father really was. "So then you did all this to avenge what he did to your mother and to you?" She asked finally. I thought about that question for another minute. "No, it wasn't about us. He hurt us a long time ago, but we have moved on. But when I saw that he was going to marry you, I immediately knew why and you seemed like you would become his next victim. It took my mother twenty years to get over that pain and I thought if I could spare you that misery, it would be worth whatever effort it would take." She watched me intently as I spoke. Then when I finished, she just remained silent for another minute or two. "I have never had anyone do anything like that for me before without the expectation of some form of gain. I can see now what the man is really like and you probably did save me from what would have been a terrible fate. How can I ever thank you?" I thought about her question for a moment and then the answer seemed clear. "Tell everyone you know who might be targeted by him what kind of beast he is. That's really all that can be done and that's all I would ask of you." She seemed to think about that and then she nodded her head in agreement. "I will . . . and thank you again. Your mother . . . . is she better now?" "Oh yes, she went on to be a very successful surgeon and I think she has found peace." She thought about that for a minute. "And you, will you be alright now?" I smiled. "Thank you for asking, I'll be very alright. I'm going into my second year of medical school and I'll follow in my mother's footsteps and eventually practice with her." So we parted and in the turmoil I actually made a new friend, who invited me to remain in touch and contact her if ever there was something she could do to repay my kindness. I got home about thirty minutes later and my pussy was sore as hell. It wasn't used to anything inside it, especially anything that huge. I went to my room quietly and ran a very hot bath, this time with bubbles, and I fell into it and started to finally relax. My mother saw my light on and came into my room and then entered the bathroom. "Hi baby, I didn't hear you come in; is everything okay?" I looked over at her and thought about the incredible woman my father let get away and I suddenly I realized after all these years who the real victim was; it was never my mother and I think she knew that all along and now I finally did too. "Yeah Sam, I think I'm much better now than I've been in a really long time. You wanna snuggle up in bed and watch a movie?"