Mirror Image Ch. 02byHarveyMarcus©
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On a business trip to California with his wife Harriett, her boss Ed, and Ed's daughter Erica, Mr. Marcus got a world-class blowjob from Erica. But Erica's sights are set on her father Ed. So Mr. Marcus and Erica conceive a plan to get the pair together. The best laid plans of getting laid . . .
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Erica and I plotted as we drove back from the beach in the rental car. Despite Erica's recent blowjob, the sway of her tits under her shirt had me half erect before we'd gone a mile. Her father would be a lucky guy. Erica wasn't attractive like a model, all slim and shapely, but her thick torso was ready to be ridden, and I suspected she'd appreciate someone who rode her hard. Too bad my rule "Don't fuck the boss's daughter" extended to my wife's boss's child.
"What's on the schedule for tonight?" I asked. Ed and Harriett only shared information on a need-to-know basis, and that meant learning the details or commitments with scant time to prepare.
"We all have dinner out with the client. Some snooty place in the 'burbs, I think." She pulled another Tootsie Roll Pop from her bag and started sucking.
I was no longer jealous of the candy treat, since I'd experienced those lips personally. I thought of Los Angeles as a suburb of San Diego, but that was just me. "Okay then, we'll need to get you alone with your father, if you're intent on getting him into bed."
"Oh yes!" shouted Erica. "Tonight's the night."
Wiggling in the seat accentuated the tumbling of her tits. Why didn't I just pull over onto a side street and fuck the daylights out of her? Because, like Annie wanted me, Erica wanted her daddy. Not rational, but understandable.
"This is simple," I said. "You'll pretend to have stomach ache." I pulled the candy from her mouth. "From too many of these. That will leave you alone with him while Harriett and I go out."
"Sounds terrific. You came up with that so quick. Do you do this a lot?"
Plot ways for young women to get laid? Yes, but it's usually me doing the laying. "Not really."
I pulled into the hotel lot and tossed the keys to an attendant. Erica ran around to my side of the car as the attendant pulled away. I got a sudden hug and a kiss, flat on the lips. My hands dangled hesitantly, scared to pull her closer. I might throw off my self-imposed constraints and fuck her there, standing up, for everyone in the lobby to see. Her lips, sweet from candy, lingered much too long.
"You find me attractive, right?" she asked. "Not too fat?"
Nothing but the truth. "Yes."
"Your hard-on gave you away."
That was true. Although Erica wasn't the athletic or thin body type I was usually attracted to, the combination of a attractive face and overwhelming tits caught my attention and imagination. She wasn't my usual conquest. Hell, she was no conquest at all.
Erica bounced towards the hotel while I walked at normal speed.
As I showered, thoughts of Erica in her bikini stoked my dick to attention. Somehow, I got soft enough to dress for dinner. In the common space of our shared suite, Erica was in pajamas that showed nothing. Our plan underway, she'd evidently claimed to be too sick to go to dinner. Ed thought the two of them staying behind was a great idea, to put Harriett in the prominent position with the client. "In the driver's seat" was his phrase. I hoped Erica got her father into the driver's seat while we were gone. With her sexually satisfied, there'd be less chance she'd come on to me, and less chance I'd agree.
Dinner went well. The clients and their wives were charming and fun. We decided to go dancing after dinner. Harriett and I never go dancing. Close bodily contact upsets her. The wives in the group took turns dancing with me instead, as the husbands did with Harriett. Several of the wives dragged me onto the dance floor for slow numbers, and made sure to hold themselves tight against me. Soon, they were taking turns, every one of them feeling the protuberance between my legs, rubbing themselves the right way. Not that I'd get the chance to do any more than that, mind you.
When we got back, Erica and Ed were in their separate bedrooms. Ed was particularly quiet. A half dozen miniature booze bottles decorated the counter. Everything was not fine, but it wasn't my role to probe. Ed for information or Erica for, well, just probe. I opened my mouth anyway. "Did you guys have something to eat?"
"I had room service," said Ed.
"Where's Erica?" asked Harriett.
"In bed. Her stomachache got worse. I offered to phone the house physician, but she refused. Just sulked. I don't understand her, I really don't. What does she want from me?"
Your dick, dickhead! No comments about her coming on to him, or undressing. Hmmm. Kids are inscrutable. And unscrewable, if you're Ed.
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With more meetings scheduled for Ed and Harriett the next day, Erica and I were alone.
"Let's go to the beach. I didn't exactly get any quality tanning time," she said.
She came out in the same bikini, and then pulled on a t-shirt and shorts. Once we were safely buckled in a rental car, Erica spewed her side of the previous night's story. "We started out watching some TV together, and I sat real close, almost on his lap. I couldn't order anything from room service, or it would have spoiled my upset stomach excuse. He turned off the TV, and we talked like what seemed to be forever. I slipped off my pjs, kind of subtle, not just whoosh." She wiggled her shoulders, her breasts wobbling. "I was in bra and panties."
Maybe since Ed was inebriated, she'd been successful. "So, did everything work out?" Boy, am I a letch!
"I got his pants down, after a lot of protest and took his dick in my mouth. It only got this big -" She indicated about four inches. "I sucked and sucked, him muttering the whole time. It never get any bigger, and then he came."
"Great!" At least with Ed, she got to swallow.
I pulled into our private parking lot at the closed beach and got out. I held the door for Erica to do the same.
"Not great," she said. "When I pulled off my bra. He turned red and screamed about being humiliated and that I should go to my room and not come out for the rest of the evening."
So no real sex, at least by Bill Clinton's definition.
"I fucked up real good," she continued. "Now he won't even look at me, let alone hug. I really screwed up."
I put my arm around her, to console her. We walked down to the sand that way, hip to hip. We dropped our bags but not each other. Her arm came up behind me and drew me closer. Her mouth reached up to mine, in our side-by-side embrace, mouths open, tongues searching.
This was getting too steamy for my own good, or Erica's. I pulled my face back, leaving Erica's tongue wagging in air. "I know you feel like you've been rejected -"
"Feel like? He pushed me away, for chripes sake. When I was naked! You like my body! Why didn't he? Is there something wrong with these?" She pulled the string that opened her top. Those two breasts I'd dreamt about all night hung loose. "Here!"
She placed my hand under one. I hefted it gently. I'd only touched her back in our previous beach visit. Now I held one breast, now both, in my palms. They squished and floated.
"When Daddy ran his hand over one nipple, shit, I almost came right there. They're sensitive. Try it."
Erica said Ed had looked at her breasts, not touched them. What was the truth? It didn't matter. I was holding and palpating her flesh, not Ed. I tested her theory by flicking her nipples, one at a time.
She inhaled sharply and bucked her hips forward. "God, I need something down there. She reached down for my dick, which was at attention. She thrust her hand down my trunks and stroked with a fury.
"Hang on. Slow down." It wouldn't take much more, and I'd be on top of her, giving her what she'd asked for. And as desirable an outcome as that was, it wasn't going to happen.
"No." She continued her onslaught. "I want someone in me. I want you in me."
I pulled her hand out of my pants. No way was I going to be second choice to Ed. "I'm sorry it didn't work out with your dad. Some men can deal with their daughters intimately, and some can't."
"Can you?" Erica asked. "Did you do your daughter?" Now one of her hands was in her bikini bottoms. Her hips continued to rise and fall, as she fingered herself. It was none of her business, despite the fact that she'd had my prick in a jackhammer lock. She dropped to the sand on her back, her reaction intensifying. She was frigging herself good, with at least two fingers. "Are you going to put that big dick of yours in or not?" She slid down the bottoms, exposing her needy pussy.
No way was I going to violate the "don't fuck the boss's daughter" rule, even if on a technicality that Erica was my wife's boss's daughter. Close enough. "Not." I knelt down, my dick out of her reach, and placed my face at her cunt. "How's this instead?" I stabbed at the opening with a stiff tongue. Then I licked up, stopping to suck in the vicinity of where her clit should have been.
"Oooh God! What are you doing? Don't stop!"
I had no intention of stopping until Erica had come at least once. The lower half of my body rubbed against the beach. Was this the origin of the phrase "pounding sand?" I licked and slurped and drove my mouth deeper onto her pussy. She pushed my head tight, preventing retreat. I was smothering in pussy, hot pussy, riding her wild movements like a cowboy in the saddle. So why didn't her father climb into the saddle with her, and give her a good fucking? Was it my quick negative reply to his question? Did I cause this girl's plan to bed her father to fail? Certainly I was complicit, if not guilty.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I want Daddy to fuck me!" Erica growled a song of animal lust. "Uugggh. Ugghhhh." She collapsed, chest rising and falling. For the moment, she was satisfied. Her father would be a lucky guy to fuck her to orgasm.
I sat back, waiting for Erica to return to the world of the coherent. She raised up on her elbows, tits sagging to the sides. "I have to find a way to get Daddy to fuck me."
"Do I have to do anything, like shoot him up with some drug or tie him up blindfolded?"
Erica laughed. "No, silly. Just lend moral support."
For an immoral act of incest? Sure thing! We packed up and piled back into the car.
"Just curious," Said Erica. "Would you like to do it with me? I mean, have sex?"
"Sure I would. But I have a rule."
"But you've made love to other girls, besides your wife, right? I mean, with a dick like that, you probably have to beat them off."
Some of them had beaten me off. Even Erica had.
"What if Daddy and Harriett both agreed to let you do me?" she asked.
"Are you kidding? There's no way they'd ever give their permission."
"But if they did?" asked Erica. "Would you fuck me if they said yes?"
"Sure." Why not agree? "But only with their approval." Which will never happen.
Why did she ask? I mean, she was plotting to get her dad in the sack, not me. Was I her backup? Certainly her father would fuck her before allowing me to do the dirty deed. And Harriett? Give me a break. She'd rather cut my dick off than have me use it with anyone, let alone her boss's daughter. Ridiculous concept! Erica was sneaky, but that result was way out of her league.
When we entered the lobby, a nice looking young man at the end of the registration counter raised one hand. Erica returned the gesture.
"That's a nice looking young man. How about making love with him?" I asked.
"Rene? He's the evening services manager. We had a long talk at breakfast yesterday. He's gay. By the way, he thinks you're cute."
I glanced back. Rene waved and winked. Oops.
The elevator dinged and its doors opened. Erica touched my arm. "I have something to do. I figured out a way where Daddy has to fuck me." I got a peck on the cheek, totally unexpected.
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Upstairs, Ed and Harriett sat on opposite ends of the couch. Empty booze bottles littered the end table next to him. Harriett left the room almost immediately without a word.
"Where's Erica?" asked Ed.
"She had an errand. She'll be up soon," I said.
"I've got reservations at a five-star -" Ed stopped when Erica walked in. Her face was flushed.
"Daddy, I think I'm sick."
As she went weak in the knees, he put his arm around her. She grabbed him in a bear hug. "Daddy, don't let go. Please."
She wasn't just hugging; she was rubbing her body against him, up and down. A nice sex simulation, with their clothes on.
"Splash some cold water on your face. I'm sure you just got too much sun." He had to peel her off and turn her around. I got a surreptitious wink as she ran for her bedroom. Harriett came in from the kitchette, munching an apple. "Fruit is a good appetite suppressant," she mumbled.
Moans and groans came from the women's bedroom. We all ran to the door, but Ed got there first. Erica was under the sheet, writhing side to side. Her t-shirt and shorts were on the floor. Her knees, spread, elevated the sheet.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, Daddy, I can't help it. I'm all hot, and I itch."
Ed turned to me. "What happened at the beach today?"
"Nothing," I said. I just ate your daughter to orgasm, because she was so horny after you wouldn't fuck her. "We just laid out and got some sun."
He sat next to his daughter. Her knee kept thumping his arm.
"Make it go away," she cried. "Make it stop." Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"I'm calling the house physician." Ed dialed the number with no hesitation, which meant he memorized it, or it was displayed on the plastic card adorning the phone keypad. "Could a doctor come up right away? My daughter is, well, she's not feeling well."
We stood and watched Erica thrash under the sheet, which was now slipping down. Erica didn't seem to notice, but Ed kept pulling it back up.
There was a knock, and Harriett ran to answer. In walked Rene. Aha, here comes the ruse! Guy even had a black bag. "What seems to be the problem?" he asked.
Erica came out of her mindless babble. "Doctor! Oh, please. I'm hot and I itch. I can't stand it! Make it go away. Pleeeeze!'
Erica sounded like Annie when she wanted something real bad.
"Let me take a look." Rene pulled down the sheet Ed had tried so hard to keep in place. Erica's breasts were bare, sagging to the sides. Her hand had a firm grip on her thighs, as she bucked her hips, bikini bottoms on.
"Harvey, look away!" commanded Harriett. Yet, she hadn't turned, staring at the plump young woman, so I didn't turn away either.
Rene put on latex gloves and slid Erica's panties down. Erica thrust one, perhaps two, fingers into her pussy, poking and out at a furious pace. Without sufficient lubrication, she'd be irritating the hell out of herself. And, raw pussy is no fun. At least, from the female's perspective. Rene pulled Erica's hand from her privates. Her cunt lips were bright red, and not just from finger frigging.
"Don't touch yourself down there. It will only make things worse." Rene ran a swab through her cunt lips and held it up, coated with juices he'd taken from Erica's leaking pussy. "I can send this to a lab, but I know what your daughter has. I've seen the symptoms before. Furor Uterinus."
"What's that?" asked Ed.
"Uncontrolled libidinous feelings, manifesting themselves physiologically. Classic case. High temperature, inflamed genitalia, itching."
We all looked at each other. I struggled to turn my withheld smile into a shocked expression. Erica's act was an award winner. If I didn't know better, I'd have believed her display of physical distress.
"What causes such a thing?" asked Ed.
Harriett stood frozen. At least she wasn't throwing her hands over my eyes.
"It is a psychosexual disorder, which must be treated as such," said the phony doctor.
"How?" Ed asked.
"Eventually, therapy. But now, she must have a significant orgasm, like the kind achieved through sexual intercourse."
Ah-ha! Erica must have persuaded Rene to intercept the phone call to the house physician and deliver this news to her father. Brilliant! Now Ed would have to do the deed.
"You must be joking!" Ed paced back and forth, pulling at his shirt collar. The sweat on his forehead rippled down his face.
"I am not. There is considerable physical and emotional stress overwhelming her young body. An orgasm will dissipate both. Failure to achieve orgasm will cause physical damage leading to complete exhaustion, driving her into a mindless stupor, perhaps a coma."
Boy, this Rene was good!
"So go ahead. Give her an orgasm," said Ed.
Oh, like it was so simple. Guys with four-inch dicks should know better.
"Now it is you who are joking." Rene shook his head, plucked off his gloves and packed up. "I'm sorry, but you ask the impossible. I could lose my license, even go to jail. No, you must deal with this yourself."
This was Erica's plan all along, to have her father fuck her. Rene's suggestion made the issue immediate. All Harriett and I had to do was leave and let nature take its course. I took a step towards the door. Harriett didn't stop me.
"Do you have one of those vibrators?" Ed asked Harriett.
Her hand whipped across his face." How dare you?" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"An artificial device probably will not work, just as her own self-stimulation will not be effective." Rene packed up and walked to the door. "If she passes out, act quickly or call 911. The paramedics can try to prevent brain damage if it goes on too long."
"Brain damage?" Ed cried. He buried his face in his hands.
Rene had laid it on thick. Now, would Ed lay Erica, like she wanted?
Ed stood, head slumped forward. "I can't."
He headed out of the room, but Harriett grabbed his shoulder. "You can't let this get any worse. Do something." Erica's thrashing was reduced. "She's getting tired."
Ed sighed. "Good, then she'll fall asleep -"
"And slip into a coma. Didn't you hear what the doctor said?" Harriett shook Ed, but he was unresponsive. Erica's plan was failing, and she was tiring from all of the hip thrusts and simulated convulsions.
Erica moaned "Daddy."
"I can't have sex with my daughter."
"Well, someone has to," said Harriett.
Ed's eyes were on me immediately after the words had escaped Harriett's mouth. She turned and looked.
"What?" I asked. I knew, but I was not going to go easily.
"Harvey, would you please have sex with Erica?" asked Ed.
"The hell he will," Harriett interjected.
"So, Miss Uppity. It's okay for me to commit incest, but not okay for your husband to save my daughter's life? How can you be so hypocritical?" Ed took out his wallet and fumbled for something. "Here, I kept this handy, just in case. Never had the opportunity."
It was an old, metal foil wrapped condom. I glanced at the expiration date. Over a year past. The thing would probably rip to shreds with the first friction. Then I noticed it was a SMALL. Hell, wouldn't even fit.