Becca XXX - Hard Time Ch. 16

"Thank you, Maurice," I winked. "Don't wait up."

He didn't even break a smile; he just closed the door behind me and stayed in the corridor. He knew that his boss would want this to be a private affair.

Charles and Sasha were on the veranda enjoying the sunset over their beautiful island. They each had a glass of champagne in their hand and were standing arm in arm like newly-weds do. They actually looked quite cute together, despite being related and the age difference. Charles' stem cell treatments from the Eden Project had definitely made him look younger, which narrowed the visual age gap between them.

They both turned to greet me as they heard my red high-heeled shoes clip-clopping across the tiled floor towards them. Charles was dressed in a white linen suit, white shirt and a pair of beige deck shoes, looking as debonair as usual. His attire suited the climate and was perfect for a beach wedding, even though they hadn't actually had one. This felt like a very private wedding reception with me as the only guest of honour.

Sasha looked truly stunning. Her blonde hair was styled into ringlets and shone like gold in the setting sun. She wore a white dress that would have been more suitable for night-clubbing than a wedding, but she managed to pull it off. The dress was made from a ruched, ruffled fabric and was even more slutty than mine. It was so low-cut that I could almost see the top of her nipples and it was so short that her gusset was visible below the hemline. The shoulder straps were double stringed and looked like they needed to be in order to support her obviously bra-less breasts.

The look of the bride was finished off by her white, flowery head band which gave her an angelic innocence which I was sure Charles would love. The diamond necklace around her neck must have been worth a small fortune, as was the huge rock on her finger to signify that she was now his property.

"I believe congratulations are in order," I said as I got level with them. "You look very happy together, and wow... look at that dress on you, you look gorgeous."

I kissed them both as a greeting rather than a sexual advance and got a whiff of Sasha's coconut body lotion.

"You look as beautiful as ever too," suavely stated Charles. "Please help yourself to a drink."

I picked up a champagne flute from the table behind us and held it up in a toast.

"To the bride and groom," I announced.

We all raised our glasses and took a sip of champagne, feeling a little awkward that there were only three of us.

"It's a gorgeous sunset for it," I said, gazing out to sea over the marina and beach. "You couldn't have asked for a better location to become man and wife."

"It's amazing," cooed Sasha. "Thank you so much daddy. I'm sorry about my outburst earlier today. I guess it was just the shock of it all."

"Hush now, Munchkin," he soothed, kissing the top of her head like fathers do. "It doesn't matter. It's all in the past and we just need to look to the future."

She looked up at him as he pulled away and gave him a doe-eyed stare through the top of her eye lids. Her acting skills were back in full swing and Charles must have felt like the luckiest man alive. Unfortunately for him, his luck was about to run out tonight if I got my wish.

"How did it go with my clients?" Charles asked, getting back to business.

"Daddy," Sasha moaned. "Tonight is supposed to be about our love for one another. Can we please not talk about work until the morning?"

He thought about it for a split second and then realised what he had in front of him and that most men would die to be in his position right now.

"Ok sweetie. I guess it can wait. What have you two gorgeous little girls got in store for me tonight?"

"Well, I'm your wife and Becca is my wedding present to us both. You can have anything you want from us, daddy," she replied in a cute voice, moving closer to me. "We are your little sex kittens for the night, miaow."

She batted her hand at him like cats do with their paws for added effect.

"Awww baby, you get me so hard when you turn all slutty and playful. You remind me so much of your mother, it's uncanny."

"She really is the spitting image of her, isn't she, Mr Hamilton? You're so lucky to relive it all over again with your daughter. Just look at her perfect body," I placed my glass back on the table and moved in behind Sasha.

Reaching both hands around to her front, I cupped her bosom and gently bounced her tits to get things moving.

"Look at her perky tits," I continued. "Her gorgeous looks.. her big innocent eyes.. her curvy figure and shapely hips. And what have we got under here?"

I started to tug at her dress to hitch it up her thighs a little more, but she smacked my hand away.

"Becca, don't be so dirty," she giggled. "I'm a married woman now you know. You have to ask daddy's permission first."

I stared at him over Sasha's shoulder looking for her husband's approval.

"It's ok, Pumpkin. Daddy wants you to play together. Let her carry on," he nodded.

Sasha leaned her head back to expose her neck and I nuzzled into her nape. My lips grazed her pulse point and across her shoulder as my hands went back to her boobs. I grabbed them with both hands and kneaded them like bread dough while I kept eye contact with her father. Her soft flesh spilled out of her dress exposing her nipples and making her gasp.

"You like me touching your wife, don't you?" I said in a breathy voice. "You like seeing another woman take control of her... kissing her... touching her... loving her."

"Yes, yes, oh my god you two look so sexy together," he purred.

"You like seeing your slut-wife with another woman. Seeing me molest her in front of you while your cock gets hard in your shorts. Let's see what panties she's wearing for us tonight, shall we, Mr Hamilton?"

"Yes, she's kept them a secret from me," he replied, adjusting his trousers as he began to get hard. "Slide her dress up."

I gripped the rippled fabric and slid the hemline up to slowly reveal her underwear. The white lace gusset came into view first, quickly followed by her bulging mound. The lace was gossamer-thin and didn't leave much to the imagination.

"Mmmmm, she's worn something sexy for us," I purred. "What a dirty little bride."

Charles sipped his champagne excitably waiting for me to go further with his daughter. She reached up and placed her hand on the back of my head, pulling me in for a kiss. Our lips met and I tasted her Champagne-laced saliva as I sucked them into mine and lapped my tongue across them. They were plump and soft and yielded as my tongue wormed its way in to her mouth in search of hers. She responded immediately, pulling me in over her shoulder and fighting for domination.

Kiss - suck - lick - kiss.

Kiss - slurp - suck - lick.

"Mmmmm, you taste like heaven," I purred. "I bet you're wet down there."

"I bet you are too," she replied, pulling back and staring into my eyes.

My hand slipped down between her tits and across her taut stomach. Her waistband was now exposed and my hand kept going lower until it slipped into her lace panties. I could feel her breathing quicken against my cheek as I inched my way to her dewy crack.

"Mmmmm fuck," she moaned, closing her eyes. "Touch it... stroke it... make me squirm."

My finger tips slipped into her plump folds and down her valley. I grazed her clit and kept going, feeling the wetness increase the lower I went. With her lips spread open I pushed my finger into her dripping hole all the way up to my knuckle and watched her father's reaction.

"I've got my finger inside your wife's cunt," I said. "Does that arouse you, Mr Hamilton?"

"Oh my god, yes. Is she nice and wet?" he quizzed, starting to lose his usual composure.

"She's fucking dripping, just for you. She can't wait to take your big fat daddy cock in her tight little fuck hole. Can you, you filthy whore?"

"No, I want it so bad. Maybe we should move this to the bedroom," she squirmed. "It's time we consummated our marriage, daddy. Don't you think?"

"You fucking dirty sluts," he replied. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. Bring the Champagne and follow me."

I slipped my hand out of Sasha's swollen gash and sucked her slime from my finger. Picking up my glass and the bottle, I followed Charles and his new bride to the double doors and out into the corridor. Maurice stood to the side and almost saluted as his boss walked past him and then followed along behind as we headed for the master bedroom. I was hoping that he'd be dismissed for the night, but he stopped outside the door and faced outwards like a sentry while Charles opened up and let us in.

We were ushered into the bedroom and the door was closed behind us. My heart sank a little, knowing that Gigantor was only a few metres away from us, but there was nothing I could do about it except hope he didn't hear me killing his boss when the time came.

The room was huge, dominated by the biggest bed I'd ever seen; it was at least the size of three doubles and fitted with white satin sheets. To the left was what I assumed was a walk-in wardrobe and to the right there was an en suite bathroom. The room was sparsely furnished with a dressing table and a couple of comfy chairs, but the most surprising thing was hanging on the wall above the bed. At first I thought it was a picture of Sasha, but on closer inspection it was a picture of her mother. She was dressed in sexy lingerie and was draping herself on a bed in a provocative pose.

She looked so much like Sasha that it was difficult to tell them apart and I guessed Charles felt the same way. To finish off the honeymoon suite, rose petals had been sprinkled onto the bed and around the floor and Sasha seemed very excited by it.

"Ooooh daddy, this is such a sweet gesture," she cried, kissing him on the lips and drinking more champagne. "It looks lovely."

"Nothing is too much for my wife," he replied. "Your mother will look down on us as we consummate our marriage and I'm sure she'd approve of my choice of bride. Becca, the bed is all yours. I want to see you pleasure each other while I finish my drink and then I'll join in. You may begin."

His dominant side was coming out now that we were alone in the bedroom. He sat in a chair which was positioned at the foot of the bed and waited for us to obey. The curtains which led outside to the patio were closed and I wondered if my weapons and radio had been delivered yet. The sun had only just set, so I assumed that Sullivan wouldn't be making the drop until darkness fell.

We kicked our shoes off and Sasha grabbed my hand and ran towards the bed, throwing herself on top of the sheets and dragging me on top of her. She was giggling like a schoolgirl and I half expected her to start jumping up and down on the mattress like kids do. Instead, she pulled me on top of her and cupped my cheeks, lifting her head slightly until our lips bumped together once more. She was more passionate this time as though she wanted to get things moving and get this over with, but we couldn't rush it. Charles would want a good performance before he slid his cock into her so I slowed things down a little to make it look more natural.

"Slow down," I whispered, so only she could hear me. "Just enjoy fucking me as though that's why we're here."

"Sorry, I'm nervous," she whispered back. "My mother staring at us isn't helping either."

She was right. Having his late wife's picture above us seemed a bit creepy even for Charles. I could see why he liked the picture above his bed, but he was now married to his daughter and it just seemed inappropriate.

"Try and ignore her," I smirked. "It'll be over soon."

I pushed her arms above her head and lowered my lips onto hers while Charles watched intently. He'd kicked his shoes off and had sat down by now waiting to join in when he decided the time was right.

Our lips sucked and kissed each other's and our tongues got to work. She tasted and smelt like exotic fruits, which was very fitting considering where we were. I pushed my knee between her legs, forcing them open and then pushed her skirt back up over her stomach. I could feel the heat from her pussy against my leg as she pulled the straps off of my shoulders and peeled my dress down over my melons. My pert breasts popped out and she started to suck on them like a baby at its mother's teat, squeezing them and caressing them lovingly.

"Mmmm, that's it, suck Becca's tits," said Charles, removing his jacket and laying it on the back of his chair. "I bet your panties are soaked."

"She's very damp down there, I can assure you," I winked. "Would you care to join us?"

"Not yet. Take each other's dresses off, but keep your knickers on," he ordered. "I want to be the one to remove them."

Sasha stopped eating my tits for a moment and shimmied out of her dress beneath me. I lifted mine over my head and we both threw them at him playfully.

"There you go, daddy," Sasha purred, over emphasising the word 'daddy'.

"Mmmm you both smell so nice," he swooned, burying his face into the fabric after catching the garments in mid air. "I've been looking forward to this all day. Carry on."

"I'm looking forward to taking your huge dick, daddy," Sasha giggled. "I want to feel it in my little pussy. It always stretches me out."

"I'd love to see you fuck her," I cooed. "Father and daughter - husband and wife. I think it's so fucking erotic."

We went back to kissing each other and Charles couldn't hold back any longer. He wanted to join us and stood up, removing his shirt and kicking his trousers off. The bulge in the front of his tight shorts told us everything we needed to know. He wanted to fuck us, but he had no idea what was coming his way.

By now my panties were soaked with my love-nectar from playing with Sasha and from the anticipation of what was to come. Charles got onto the bed behind me as his daughter sucked on my tits and I ground my knee between her legs. I felt his hand on my ass cheeks, gently stroking me before sliding his hand along my butt-crack and down towards my panty-clad pussy.

"Mmmm, just like that," I groaned, enjoying the attention at last. "Can you feel how hot and wet it is, Mr Hamilton? It's all for you."

His fingers pressed against the silky material, feeling the warmth and wetness within. He ran his finger from my asshole to my clit, paused for a second and then slipped it back along my groove in a sawing motion.

"I bet you've stained your underwear, haven't you, you dirty girl. Has my daughter made you all slimy down there," he said, almost sounding like he was chastising me for being wet.

"Your daughter always makes me slimy down there. Why don't you take my knickers off and see for yourself."

Without saying a word, he grabbed my hips and flipped me off of his daughter and onto the mattress next to her. I landed on my back and bounced on the bed before coming to rest. Charles stared down at us both as we lay next to each other with him kneeling above us.

"You fucking sluts," he scorned. "Look at you, all aroused and wet in your panties."

"Don't you like it all wet, daddy?" Sasha said in a cute voice. "It makes it easier for you to slip your cock into us."

"You're going to get my cock inside you alright," he replied sternly. "But first I need to see just how juicy you've made each other."

He started with me, grabbing my ankles with one hand and pushing my legs straight up in the air. He hooked his fingers into the waistband in the small of my back and started to remove my underwear. It reminded me of how parents changed their baby's diaper the way he pulled my knickers over my ass and slid them up my legs in one slick, dominant movement.

"Jesus, look at all that girl goo," he purred, examining my gusset. "It's like snail slime."

He was right, my gusset shone in the dimly lit room. Satin never absorbs love honey very well; it tends to sit on top of the fabric and feels slippery between your legs as you wear them. I'd picked this pair out for that very reason.

Charles held them to his nose and took a good long sniff, closing his eyes and taking in my womanly scent. He then stuck his tongue out and licked my gusset from back to front, savouring my unique essence.

"Ahhhhh, you taste so fucking good," he gasped. "My daughter has made you a messy little bitch, hasn't she. I'm going to have to compare you to her and see if she's done the same to her knickers."

"I know she's dripping for you," I purred. "Rip those sweaty knickers off her and taste her sweet, sweet pussy."

He changed positions, letting go of my legs and letting them flop down and spread open, exposing all I had to him. The cool air from the air conditioner blew over my spread labia making me shudder.

He repeated the process with Sasha who giggled like a ticklish virgin as her panties were removed. The lace had soaked up her juices, but I knew the material was sodden. Her father sniffed her gusset and then stuffed it into his mouth, sucking loudly to remove the natural goodness from her knickers.

"Whose are the best, daddy?" giggled Sasha. "Do you prefer me or Becca?"

"It's too close to call. You both smell and taste so musky," he smiled. "Why don't you help daddy out of his shorts so I can join the party properly."

We gave each other a sexy smile for his benefit and then rolled up and slowly pulled his underwear down until his cock sprang free like a jack-in-the-box. His veiny member looked like an over-cooked sausage waiting to split open he was so aroused.

"Fucking hell, look at the size of that thing," I gasped, gripping it with my left hand. "It looks like its about to burst."

He slapped it away and scowled at me.

"Get my shorts off properly first and then you can both play with it," he scalded.

He slowly shuffled forwards between us as we helped him to take his shorts all the way off. His eight-inch shaft bounced up and down with his movements and his heavy balls swung low between his legs.

"Mmmm, I hope you've got a nice big salty load for us," Sasha purred. "I want to get messy with your sperm and share it with Becca."

"There's plenty to go around," he tittered. "Don't worry, we can go all night."

He wasn't going to last that long. As soon as he was shooting his load into his daughter's wet snatch, I was going to make my move. Sasha and I had planned how to get him into the right position, but we were still at the foreplay stage for now. Charles ran his hands up each of our thighs as we propped ourselves up on the pillows and got comfortable. His fingers inched their way to the heart of our beings, kneeling in the middle of the bed, with me to his left and Sasha to his right. His cock twitched with excitement and his foreskin was partially withdrawn.

I felt his fingers spreading me open and I heard Sasha gasp with delight as he did the same to her. He flicked across our clits, massaging the wetness around it and making us squirm.

"You are both so fucking juicy," he sighed. "I know it's going to feel super tight when I finger you both."

Two fat digits plunged into my pussy, wiggling their way inside me in a twisting motion. There was very little friction as he penetrated me, due to my juicy snatch leaking like a tap down to my ass crack.

"Ahhhh, fuck yes," we both groaned in unison.

"Finger our slits, daddy... oh... ah," Sasha added.

He started to slide his fingers in and out of us at the same time while using his thumb to stimulate our sex beans. It must have been a hell of a site to see his hands playing with two very different looking pussies. Mine was dark and meaty and Sasha's was pink and plump. The contrast was huge, but we were both pink on the inside and would feel just as divine when he finally fucked us.

"Stroke my cock and play with my balls, girls," he ordered. "It's time you gave me my wedding present."