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Dots and Dashes of Color Ch. 06

byHarveyMarcus©

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further!

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.


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This is the sixth chapter of a story that has grown well beyond its intended length and subject matter. I am no longer writing it - it is writing itself. My fingers are slaves to my imagination.

Harvey and his daughter Annie joined Harry Cocksworth and his twin daughters at an overnight private party. Arcuda Zenellis, chairman of an international conglomerate, is celebrating his company's new invention, an adhesive named FasTack, and his daughter Saroya's 22nd birthday. Zenellis has offered $50,000 to each father who suggests a use for FasTack, plus an additional $50,000 if the father fucks someone else's daughter, under the guise of "mentoring."

Mr. Marcus gets stood up by his mentee and goes to bed, only to be woken by a knock on the door.


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Saroya stood in the doorway, wrapped in the ribbon of brown material like a sculpted mummy. I'd been a daughter-fucker and a mother-fucker. Was I about to become a mummy-fucker? She cradled two books under one arm, and held a hounds-tooth clutch bag in the other. She glanced down the hall in both directions, then stepped inside and pushed the door closed behind her. She was breathing deeply, her chest straining against the fabric.

People don't think about consequences nearly enough. Certainly I don't, or I would have used protection when I was fucking Annie's friends. Although, in some of those situations, there was barely time to get in and out, if you get my meaning, let alone prepare. The hounds-tooth pattern on Saroya's bag reminded me of her father. He was wealthy and powerful, and a force to be reckoned with. So, what would be the consequences if I screwed his daughter? My penis drooped at the thought of getting severed from my torso.

Saroya's voice brought me back. "You know who I am? "

I nodded, my throat dry. "Of course. Saroya, the birthday girl," I rasped. Weren't they always?

"I am here to learn from you. "

"Uh, what subjects? ' Best to be precise in these matters.

She held the books out to me with both hands. Her forearms pushed her breasts together. Even under all of that wrapping, they were considerable. The books were labeled Calculus and Physics.

God, did I remember any of that stuff from college? "Okay. Have a seat. "

Saroya chose to sit on the edge of the bed. "This is my first time. I've never had a mentor at the other parties. "

It was inconceivable that a beautiful young woman like Saroya hadn't shacked up with somebody before. "I'm honored that you were assigned to me. " Maybe she was just being coy.

"Father hides me away from these opportunities. " She opened one of the books in her lap and looked up at me with large brown eyes. "I chose you as my mentor. You are the only guest who ever spoke directly to me. No one else ever wished me a happy birthday."

Everybody else was as scared of Zenellis as I was. "You weren't assigned? "

"No. I bribed my guard to allow me to escape. " She touched her right ear. A diamond stud in her left ear told me what she'd traded.

Guard? "You get locked up? " Zenellis must be irrationally protective of his daughter. All the more reason to keep my distance. Cut off my dick? Probably my head!

"Father must think me untrainable, or unpresentable. Why else would he lock me up at these events? "

To keep her from letches like me. "How many have there been? "

"Every year since I turned eighteen. "

So Zenellis had been running this scam for five years, gathering ideas for his products for peanuts, and promoting sex of adult males with daughters of co-workers and friends. I can see how the ideas are profitable, but why does he pay for the sex? How does he benefit? I mean, he himself only gets one girl a year. That can't sustain him!

A knock interrupted my intelligence gathering.

"Father! " whispered Saroya. "He cannot find me here. "

Damn stright!

Saroya threw her books under the desk. One bounced off a leg. She kicked it out of sight, and then ran towards the closet.

"First place he'll look. And forget the bathroom. "

Saroya bent over to glance under the platform bed. God, what a terrific ass! "This side is open." Saroya threw herself on the floor and scooted under the bed. I smoothed my shirt, but my pants had a lump. I opened the door. Annie stuck her head in. "Anybody else here? Did your student show up? "

I pulled the door wide so she could see I hadn't been disturbed in the middle of coitus.

She was back awfully quick. "How was it with Mr. Zenellis? " I noticed that the sleeves and pants legs of Annie's outfit were cockeyed. In fact, every seam was crooked or had gaps.

"I wasn't very polite. I laughed when I wasn't -' Annie whipped her head at the shuffling sound.

Saroya had wiggled out from under the bed and stood up. Her brown wrap had shifted but was intact. "It is dangerous to laugh at my father, " said Saroya, brushing dust bunnies from her body.

"Wow! Lucky Dad got the birthday girl. Far out! I'm Annie." She extended her hand, but Saroya declined.

"What happened?" I asked.

"He was nice enough, at first. His room was really warm. He offerd me a drink, of that same punch we had at the party. It tasted different, more bitter maybe. Anyway, we started talking about school and classes. He asked if I had a steady boyfriend, which I don't." Annie sneered. Was her lack of social life suddenly my fault?

Annie continued, "He asked if I did sports, and I told him soccer. He asked me to show him how I'd warm up for a game. So I did stretches and bends and stuff. That's when my clothes started coming apart."

That explained the uneven seams and gaps.

"The sleeves fell off and the legs, Pretty soon I was grabbing at what was still left, to keep my privates covered."

Saroya approached my daughter and ran her fingertips over the seams at Annie's shoulder. "The outfits must have been put together with a specific formulation of FasTack, one that is heat sensitive. Oh my! Father wanted your clothes to fall off? But why? What would be gained?"

Man, was Saroya naive or what? Costumes for all the dads and daughters, held together by Zenellis's miracle adhesive that fails under high temperature. Fall-away sleepwear! I never would have thought of something like that. Too bad.

"He dropped his robe before I could say anything. That's when I giggled. Your dad has a dinky dick."

Saroya's hand went to her mouth.

Annie sat on the bed, Indian style. "Well, not as thin as a pencil. Only three or four inches and thin as a Magic Marker. Oh yeah, and not as permanent. He demanded I lay down on the bed. My head was spinning. I must have done it, The next thing I knew, he was on top of me, sticking it in."

"No! Father would never have intercourse with some strange girl. I won't believe your lies!"

"Who are you calling strange, mummy girl?" asked Annie. "Believe it or not. I was still juicy from you, Dad. He said I was a sloppy fuck and told me to get out."

"You and your father had sex?" Saroya must have been suffering from an overdose of information. She plopped down.

"Better than what what your dad gave me! He didn't last sixty seconds."

"You're lying. Father would never do such a thing. He is a role model to me."

"Next time you see him, show him a little skin and see how he reacts. You'll be on your back, legs up faster than you can get out of that dorky wrap!"

Saroya put her face in her hands. She was breathing erratically and muttering something in a foreign laangyage.

"I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." Annie winked and moved towards the door.

Nothing like dumping the truth on someone and walking away. "We're not going to do anything except maybe calculus. You can stay."

"Why? Mr. Cocksworth is across the hall. He'll be happy to see me, I bet."

No wager. "Are you still interested?"

"Sure am! I'm practically dripping. Her father left me plenty horny."

"Doesn't his size worry you? I know how much you can take but, hell, he's -"

"No sweat." Annie paused in mid step. "Say, can I borrow your tool bag?"

"Sure, but what's that got to do with - oh, never mind." There was no stopping Annie when she'd made up her mind.

"Trust me!" Annie left, closing the door behind her.

Saroya lifted her head, face stained with tears. "I'm so ashamed. Father told me that these mentoring sessions were educational, that my private tutors were sufficient and I did not need to participate."

How old would Saroya have to be before he'd let her have sex? Never, probably. There was another knock, this one bolder.

Before I could check through the security peep hole, Saroya dove to the floor and hid under the bed. One of the twins stood outside, naked! I couldn't see if she had a birthmark on her pussy from this angle. I opened the door and she stepped in, smelling like a tavern. "What happened to you?" I asked.

She bounced onto the bed. "You know that fat guy, the cigar smoker? He stuck his stoagie in my pussy and told me to smoke it. Son of a gun, I did it!" She had a look of satisfaction for a perverted job well done. "Then he had me blow him. After that, he ignored me. When he ordered up room service, I split."

Sometime during the twin's monologue, Saroya crawled out.

The twin was startled. "Hey, aren't you the -

"Yes, I am Saroya Zenellis. Who are you?" "Name's Randi. What were you two doing?"

"Talking," I said.

"Yeah, sure, and that's your microphone?" Randi was pointing to the front of my pants.

My dick made a tent. Saroy's jaw dropped at the sight. "Oh my heavens! You're swollen!"

I tried to ignore my physical reaction to Saroya's curves and Randi's nakedness. "When you went to your tutor's room, he didn't ask you to, you know -"

"The only thing I tooted was his cigar down here," she pointed to her exposed pussy, "and his dick in my mouth."

Saroya's jaw was open. Under other circumstances, I might have placed my bare cock in front of her, to see what might develop. But not her, and certainly not with a witness.

Another knock interrupted us.

"Could you please check? Its dusty and nasty under there," pleaded Saroya.

I nodded and peered through the hole. It was Brandi, the other twin. I opened the door. Brandi comes in with a cup of punch in her hand. The twins hugged.

"What is this, a fucking convention?" I asked.

Randi plastered herself to my side and rubbed my chest. "It could be."

I moved her away gently. "What's your story?" I asked Brandi.

"I'd rather not say."

Brandi probably hid in a closet somewhere until sufficient time had passed. Too bad I couldn't follow up on her mother's instructions and take her to bed.

"You all can't stay here. Saroya, you have to go back before you're missed."

The twins moved towards the door. "Where do you think you're going?"

"We need to go back to our room," said Randi. She was grinning from ear to ear. "Daddy is waiting for us."

"He might still have company." Like Annie. What would they do to my daughter if they found her fucking their father?

"Gee, you're right," said Brandi.

Randi added, "And we want him all to ourselves."

"Hold on! Remember what I said about behaving? You won't go across the hall and fuck your father. I forbid it!" Maybe if I was adamant enough, they'd obey and save my success fuck with their mom.

"Oh dear!" Saroya's face returned to her cupped hands.

"Brandi, would you like to have sex tonight?"

"Oh, I kinda sorta did." She glared at my tented trousers. "You mean with you?"

I decided not to ask the details. Not that I would throw Brandi out of bed, but she'd been so hesitant in the past, I decided she should start with a more diminutive organ. "No. Mr. Zenellis is reported to be lightly equipped. Perhaps he'd be a good first choice. That is, if you're interested." That would keep one of them away from Harry.

Saroya's head came up. Her eyes were daggers. "You're sending her to have intercourse with Father? What kind of man are you?"

"A considerate one. Maybe he'll appreciate the gesture and not kill me for spending time alone with you tonight. Annie told me he isn't too large. Might be a good first, uh, second experience. Not to mention distract him from learning his daughter escaped."

"You think so?"

Perhaps Saroya was beginning to understand the complexities of the situation. And, she didn't know anything about Joy's promise. I nodded.

The twins buzzed in each other's ears.

"Can we use the potty first?" asked Randi.

"Sure, go ahead."

Brandi, blue ribbon, and Randi, red ribbon, ran for the bathroom, giggling and jiggling, leaving me with Saroya.

"Are you really sending one of those girls to have intercourse with Father?"

"Why not? He fucked Annie, and not particularly well. As the host, shouldn't he have a good time?" Made sense to me. I mean, who set up this distorted reality in the first place?

"You treat intercourse so casually. Should there not be something more, something romantic, something emotional?" Saroya was wise but impractical. Sequestering had done its damage.

"That's the best kind, under the best of circumstances, for sure. But see what your father has created here? Musical chairs sex."

"What is this musical furniture? I have never heard of such a thing."

"I mean, matching up fathers with other people's daughters, almost at random. Besides, haven't you ever had an itch between your legs, that you really, really need scratched?" As soon as I said it, I knew I'd been too blunt.

She blushed, turning a darker brown. "I will admit, I have pleasured myself on those occasions."

I knew the answer before I asked. "No boyfriend?"

"Oh no! Father does not permit it. He tells me that I must wait for the right young man, someone worthy of me."

Every father feels that way. We all want our best for our children.

Randi with a red ribbon bounced out of the room, buck naked. Brandi strolled out dressed, blue ribbon in her hair, hands behind her back, breasts thrust forward.

"So you didn't know your father arranged these sessions for guests like us to get fucked?" asked Randi.

"Such language! I never did! Honestly! I have always been prohibited from participating, as I explained."

"Well, I'm not buying it. I'll send your daddy your regards." Brandi chuckled. "I know, I know, keep my mouth shut." She opened the door and stepped into the hall, then stuck her head back in. "Awful hard to give a blow job that way." The door shut behind her.

Randi was hanging on my arm. "Wait until you get a lesson from Mr. M.. He's great!" My left sleeve came off.

"Oh, goodie!" She switched to the other side. The right sleeve detached with little effort. Damn, the room was getting warm, and the FasTack adhesive was failing.

"She was here ahead of me," said Randi. "Are you going to make love to her? Or can I go first? Or come first?" She giggled at her joke.

"I am not going to have sexual intercourse with you." Saroya's hand stung against my cheek.

All of my memories with Randi were great ones. Another opportunity between her thighs wasn't something to be avoided. Besides, she was already undressed. "All right, then you won't mind if Randi and I get comfy? I filled my hand with Randi's ass cheek. She jumped.

"In fact, I insist you do. This can still be a learning experience for me."

"How's that?" Randi's hands were on my ass, slipping lower with each passing second.

"I am well-versed in the details of the Kama Sutra, the bible of love making. I practically memorized all of the positions, but I have only seen them as illustrations. You can pose for me, so I can see them -"

"In the flesh?" I asked. Why not? This might add some variety to the two positions I'd practiced: front to front, and front to back.

"First, you must remove the remainder of your -"

Randi grabbed my pants from behind and pulled. They broke away. My erection pointed at Saroya.

Her jaw dropped. Oh my! You certainly are well-endowed. Your lingam is bigger than the ones in the illustrations."

"My what?"

"Lingam is the term for that - your penis. And that -" she pointed between Randi's thighs, "- is called a yoni. Have you had augmentation surgery?"

"Nope. One hundred percent real." I stepped forward. As long as I wasn't going to fuck her, I could at least contribute to her education. "You can touch it if you'd like."

She shuffled back. "That's all right."

"Your loss." Randi's hand took my erection in hand.

Saroya showed glimmers of her dad's power. "To get your bodies prepared, you must perform acts of foreplay."

Randi and I faced each other. The telltale beauty mark between her breasts gave me assurance. I placed my arms around her, holding her naked body against mine. On tippytoes, She parted her legs, and my erection slid through. She giggled as our genitals came into contact. We kissed. Her lips were sweeter than I remembered. Randi was assertive, rubbing her body against mine.

"Why don't you lay back on the bed?" Saroya was obviously enjoying giving us orders.

I assumed a flat position, leaning up on my elbows.

"You - Randi? - squat above him, facing me."

Randi hovered over my groin, in a catcher's stance.

"Good. Now, place his -"

"My name is Harvey." I hate getting referred to in third person, especially when I'm in the fucking room.

"Oh yes, of course. Place Harvey's lingam -

Randi had alreay taken my dick in hand and was rubbing it along her slit. She was moist, anxious for penetration.

"Good, you've positioned it at your yoni. Now lower yourself slowly."

I expected Randi to come down hard. Instead, she followed Saroya's direction. I was a couple of inches in, and loving it. Randi's cunt was a tight fit, despite our previous encounter and her exploits earlier that evening.

Saroya walked around the bed, studying us. "Put the flat of your feet on his thighs." Randi did as Saroya asked. "Perfect! This is a gentle position, for mild penetration."

"So when do we start fucking?" Randi asked.

Someone knocked at the door.

Saroya checked the peephole. She turned and silently mouthed "Father!" She grabbed her purse and threw it under the desk. It popped open, scattering its contents. There was no time to clean up. She fell to the floor and shuffled under the bed.

"What's going on? Aren't we going to -"

I shooshed Randi. "Who is it?" I hollered.

No answer.

"I'm a litle busy right now. Come back -"

The door blew open. It was Zenellis and two others. One was as big as a wrestler. The other, smaller with one of those ear-mounted phones and a PDA.

"Good evening, Mr. Marcus. You are a busy man, aren't you?" The small guy whispered in Zenellis's ear. "This is not the young woman you're supposed to be mentoring." He moved to the edge of the bed while his gorilla stomped through the room, into the bathroom, came out and pushed the closet door aside. This was a room-to-room search for his daughter. Brandi was supposed to keep him occupied, but had obviously failed. So, where was she?

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