tagIncest/TabooThe Best Therapist - Sparing the Rod Pt. 05

The Best Therapist - Sparing the Rod Pt. 05

byMarkGoodson©

Characters:

Nichole Adams, mid-30's.

Roger Grisham, early 40's

Brianna Grisham, 18

Miranda Gilford, 20's

NARRATOR

For the next week, Roger wore the plug inside him, telling no one. Daily he resolved to remove it, but as time wore on he was surprised to discover how pleasant the discomfort and "full" feeling became. The plug pressed snugly against his glands and, even when not erect, his penis dribbled, at time soaking through his pants, creating a small wet spot he constantly worried might be noticed. He wondered, as was Dr. Adams's intention, if Brianna suffered similar torment when she wore the plug, the constant aching, the reminder of illicit longing, the jaw-clenching need.

One night his wife wore the same gown Brianna had donned, the one that had earned her a hard spanking with and impalement by a wooden spoon. His wife climbed on top of him and rode his aching cock to orgasm, while Roger closed his eyes and imagined his daughter grinding her hips into his crotch as she whispered his name. When he came, his anus tightened around the plug, and his cries of pain and delight startled his wife, who worried afterward that Brianna must have heard. He hoped not. Brianna was very jealous of her mother's attention to him.

Scene: Dr. Adams's office

BRIANNA

You mean he's been walking around ALL WEEK with that inside him?

ROGER

(angry, embarrassed)

Yes. All damn week.

BRIANNA BURSTS INTO LAUGHTER.

BRIANNA

Oh God, Daddy, that's funny! Let me see!

ROGER

(to Nichole)

Do I have to?

NICHOLE

I think you do.

ROGER SIGHS. HE STANDS UP AND STRIPS OFF HIS PANTS AND UNDERWEAR. HE BENDS OVER, AND HIS DAUGHTER LEANS FORWARD AND SPREADS HIS CHEEKS.

BRIANNA

God, Dad. That's kind of hot.

SHE TOUCHES THE BASE WITH HER INDEX FINGER, APPLYING SLIGHT PRESSURE. ROGER GRUNTS, HIS FACE BEET-RED.

BRIANNA

I would do this sometimes. Just kinda press on it.

ROGER GROANS. THE TIP OF HIS HARD COCK TAPS AGAINST HIS STOMACH.

BRIANNA

Or twist it a little.

SHE TURNS THE PLUG IN HIS ASS BACK AND FORTH. ROGER'S KNEES ARE SHAKING.

BRIANNA

This is so cool.

NICHOLE

I thought Roger needed to understand some of what you've been through, Brianna.

BRIANNA

Looks like he really likes it a lot.

ROGER

No, I do not.

NICHOLE

He's been a good Dad, leaving it in all week. I only gave it a fifty-fifty chance, but he's very dedicated to the treatment. You may remove it now, Brianna.

BRIANNA

Really? He likes it.

ROGER

(closing his eyes)

No, I do not. Listen to the doctor, Brianna.

BRIANNA

Fine.

SHE SLOWLY PULLS ON THE PLUG UNTIL IT POPS FROM ROGER'S ASS.

NICHOLE

He's a little sore and tender back there. Why don't you help him like a good girl?

BRIANNA PRESSES HER LIPS AGAINST ROGER'S ASSHOLE, GENTLY LICKING THE RIM, FORCING THE TIP OF HER TONGUE INTO THE HOLE. ROGER CAN BAREKLY REMAIN ON HIS FEET. HER SMALL HAND REACHES AROUND AND BEGINS TO STROKE HIM.

BRIANNA

Hmmmm . . . Hmmmmm. (coming up for air) Daddy, you taste so good.

ROGER LOOKS OVER AT NICHOLE, HIS EXPRESSION A TWISTED MIX OF LUST AND SHAME.

ROGER

Why are you letting her do this to me?

NICHOLE

No, Mr. Grisham. Why are you?

WITH A GROWL, ROGER STAGGERS AWAY, PULLING FREE FROM HIS DAUGHTER'S HAND. HE LEANS AGAINST THE DESK, GASPING, COCK OBSCENELY WAGGING UP AND DOWN. BRIANNA LEANS FORWARD ON THE SOFA, RESTING HER ELBOWS ON HER BARE KNEES. SHE IS WEARING A SIMILAR OUTFIT TO MIRANDA'S FROM THE PRIOR WEEK: ATHLETIC SHORTS, A TIGHT T-SHIRT.

NICHOLE

Your dad has been a real champ this week, Brianna. He deserves a reward, don't you think?

BRIANNA

I don't know about that, but it looks like he really needs to cum.

NICHOLE

I agree. A couple of weeks ago, while your mother was out of town, you had broached the idea that you could ride him while he spoke to her on the phone. Do you remember that?

BRIANNA

Oh yeah. But he said no, the jerk.

NICHOLE

Mr. Grisham, I'd like to you lay on the floor, right there by the desk. Brianna, grab your dad's cell phone out of his pants. Good girl.

BRIANNA

Oh, this is great.

ROGER

Great? I don't -

BUT HE'S ALREADY LOWERING HIMSELF TO THE FLOOR. BRIANNA STRIPS OFF HER SHORTS. SHE'S ALREADY SOPPING WET. SHE TOSSES THE CELL PHONE ONTO HER FATHER'S CHEST AND STANDS OVER HIM, HER FEET, STILL CLAD IN SNEAKERS, ON EITHER SIDE OF HIS HIPS.

NICHOLE

Call your wife, Mr. Grisham.

ROGER

This is sick . . . totally sick. I'm not -

BRIANNA

(her face glowing with lust)

Call her, Daddy. Call Mommy.

HIS THUMB STUMBLES OVER THE SCREEN. HE MUTTERS UNDER HIS BREATH.

NICHOLE

Wait, Brianna, until he has her on the phone. Is it ringing, Mr. Grisham?

ROGER

Yes. Goddamn you.

NICHOLE

(whispers)

Look at your daughter's face. Watch her while you talk to your wife.

ROGER

Oh, dear Jesus . . .!

NICHOLE

Work him slowly, Brianna. Don't let him cum.

BRIANNA NODS. SHE SMILES DOWN AT HER FATHER AND PUTS A FINGER TO HER LIPS.

ROGER

(into phone)

Hello? Hi . . . what's up?

NICHOLE GIVES BRIANNA A NOD. THE GIRL SQUATS OVER HER FATHER AND PLACES THE HEAD OF HIS COCK AGAINST THE MOUTH OF HER CUNT, TEASING HIM, PUSHING THEN LIFTING UP, PUSHING AGAIN, ENGULFING THE HEAD WITH HER TIGHT OPENING, THEN RISING AGAIN, TAKING A BIT MORE EACH TIME. SHE STARES DOWN AT HER FATHER, HER MOUTH SLIGHTLY OPEN AS SHE FUCKS HIM.

ROGER

Oh, noth . . . nothing. Just checking in.

BRIANNA SINKS ALL THE WAY DOWN, IMPALING HERSELF ON HIS COCK. HER EYES ROLL BACK IN HER HEAD. THE THOUGHT OF FUCKING HER DADDY WHILE HE TALKS TO HER MOTHER HAS SENT HER INTO AN EROTIC FUGUE.

ROGER

Huh? Oh, the therapy? Yeah, had to cut it short. We're . . . um, we're riding back . . . heading back now . . . well, we might stop for ice cream. Brianna wants some cream . . . ice-cream.

SO SLOWLY . . . RISING UP UNTIL ONLY THE HEAD OF HIS COCK RESTS INSIDE HER WARM, WET PUSSY, THEN SINKING DOWN AGAIN, SO SLOWLY, UNTIL HE'S BURIED ALL THE WAY INSIDE HER. BRIANNA'S CHEEKS AND NECK ARE FLUSHED, HER PUPILS DILATED. HER CREAM SHINES ON HIS PENIS, GLISTENS IN HIS PUBIC HAIR.

ROGER

Well, I just wanted to let you know what's inside . . . up, I mean . . . Yeah, therapy's going okay . . . went okay . . . coming okay . . . (laughs nervously)

BRIANNA

(whispers)

Tell Mommy I love her.

ROGER

What?

BRIANNA

(louder, riding him)

Tell Mommy I love her, Daddy!

ROGER

Oh, Brianna sends her love. (to Brianna) Mom loves you too.

BRIANNA BEGINS FUCKING HIM FASTER. HIS HIPS START TO RISE A BIT, MEETING HER THRUSTS.

ROGER

Slow down . . . Huh? No, I'm telling Brianna to slow down. She's driving too fast.

BRIANNA GIGGLES.

ROGER

No, sometimes I let her drive. She needs the . . . the practice.

HE WIPES A HAND ACROSS HIS FACE, STARING UP AT THE CEILING NOW, BECAUSE IF HE LOOKED AT WHAT HIS DAUGHTER WAS DOING HE WOULD EXPLODE.

NICHOLE WAVES A HAND AT BRIANNA TO GET HER ATTENTION: "SLOW DOWN. DON'T MAKE HIM CUM!" BRIANNA COMPLIES AND ROGER TAKES A DEEP, SHUDDERING BREATH.

BRIANNA

Lots and lots of practice.

ROGER

(echoing stupidly)

Lots and lots and lots . . . No, I'm fine, really. You know what it's like when Brianna's riding . . . riding with Brianna . . . nerve-wracking, heh heh.

NICHOLE GAVE NO INJUNCTION AGAINST BRIANNA CUMMING, HOWEVER, AND THE POOR GIRL CAN'T BEAR IT ANY LONGER AND GIVES HER HARD CLIT SEVERAL QUICK SWIPES THAT SEND HER OVER THE EDGE. SHE SLAMS DOWN ON ROGER'S PRICK, TAKING THE ENTIRE LENGTH INSIDE HER. SHE PRESSES A CLOSED FIST AGAINST HER MOUTH TO KEEP FROM CRYING OUT, ROCKING HER HIPS BACK AND FORTH, GRINDING INTO HIS COCK, FEELING THE HEAD PUSH HARD AGAINST HER CERVIX. HER HEAD FALLS BACK, THE VEINS IN HER NECK POPPING OUT.

BRIANNA

(guttural)

Oh Christ, Daddy. Oh my fucking God . . .

ROGER

(summoning all his strength)

Well, I better go now, babe. We're almost to the cream shop. Ice cream shop . . . yeah, yeah, yeah, see you soon, see you, love you . . .

HE THROWS THE PHONE AND SITS UP. BRIANNA THROWS HER ARMS AROUND HIM AS HE GRABS HER ASS AND PULLS HER TIGHTLY AGAINST HIM, SENDING HER INTO ANOTHER ORGASMIC SPASM. HER LIPS AGAINST HIS, HER WORDS ARE BARELY UNDERSTANDABLE.

BRIANNA

God, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, so hot . . . so fucking hot . . .

ROGER

Oh my baby. My sweet baby girl!

BRIANNA

Ask her if you can cum now, Daddy. I want your cum . . .

ROGER

(stroking his daughter's hair, kissing her sweet, flushed face)

Can I cum in her, Doctor?

BRIANNA GRINDS HER HIPS INTO HIM, WORKING HIS COCK TO THE EDGE.

NICHOLE

That would be extraordinarily reckless. We don't want to reward Brianna for bad behavior.

BRIANNA

WHAT?

ROGER

But she did exactly what you wanted her to!

NICHOLE

I'm not talking about her actions, Mr. Grisham. You have to agree, Brianna has issues with jealousy and possessiveness. We need to address those, I'm afraid.

THE PAIR CONTINUE TO HOLD EACH OTHER, BRIANNA PERCHED ON HER FATHER'S LAP, HIS PULSING ERECTION BURIED DEEP INSIDE, AS NICHOLE PRESSES THE BUZZER BESIDE HER CHAIR, SUMMING MIRANDA INTO THE ROOM.

MIRANDA

You wanted me, Doctor?

NICHOLE

Yes. Mr. Grisham needs to cum.

MIRANDA

Of course, Doctor. How would you would you like me?

BRIANNA

Oh, no you don't. No way.

NICHOLE

(to Miranda)

In your ass. Brianna considers that a very special treat.

BRIANNA

(to Roger)

Don't let her, Daddy. Come on. You can cum in me. I want you to cum in me, Daddy!

SHE FRANTICALLY BEGINS HUMPING HIM, BOTH ARMS TIGHTLY AROUND HIS NECK, WHISPERING IN HIS EAR:

BRIANNA

Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me, cum in me . . .

ROGER

Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh SHIT!

WITH EVERY OUNCE OF WILLPOWER HE HAS IN HIM, ROGER SHOVES HER BACK, PULLING OUT OF HER WITH A LOUD, WET POP, AND SCOOCHES ON HIS BACKSIDE AWAY FROM HER. BRIANNA GROWLS, ENRAGED.

BRIANNA

(to Miranda)

Don't you touch him, you bitch.

MIRANDA SMILES COLDLY, REMOVES HER PANTIES AND DROPS TO THE FLOOR BESIDE HER, ON HER HANDS AND KNEES. SHE LIFTS HER SKIRT TO EXPOSE HER ASS TO ROGER.

NICHOLE

Fuck Miranda's ass, Mr. Grisham.

BRIANNA

Daddy . . .

NICHOLE

Fuck her ass and teach your daughter how to share. Brianna, you need to sit with your jealousy right now. Learn to cope.

ROGER

God damn it, I can't take this. I can't . . .

HE LUNGES OVER TO MIRANDA. BRIANNA REACHES FOR HIM WITH A CRY. HE ROUGHS GRABS MIRANDA BY THE HIPS AND RAMS HIMSELF BALLS-DEEP INTO HER ASSHOLE, HIS COCK WELL-LUBRICATED WITH HIS DAUGHTER'S CUM.

BRIANNA

(to Nichole)

I hate your fucking guts.

MIRANDA

Jesus Christ! Doctor . . .!

NICHOLE

He's going to fuck you very hard now, Miranda. It won't last long. Look at your daughter now, Mr. Grisham, and tell her how much you love her.

ROGER

I love you, baby.

BRIANNA

Then stop!

ROGER

I love you so much!

NICHOLE

You're a good dad.

ROGER

I'm a good dad.

NICHOLE

You only want the best for her.

ROGER

I . . . only . . . want . . .

MIRANDA

Please! He's tearing me in two!

NICHOLE

You're very lucky to have such a kind and understanding Daddy, Brianna. Instead of being jealous of him, you should thank him for giving you that orgasm.

BRIANNA

Two orgasms. You can't even count.

ROGER

Oh, God, here it comes . . .

NICHOLE

Cum in her ass, Mr. Grisham, but keep looking at Brianna.

BRIANNA

It's my cock . . . my cum . . . this is so unfair . . . if you cum in that bitch I'm never fucking you again . . .

ROGER EXPLODES DEEP INTO MIRANDA'S BOWELS, HEAD THROWN BACK, HOWLING IN RAGE, SORROW, SHAME, AND DELIGHT. MIRANDA PUSHES HER BOTTOM TIGHTLY AGAINST HIS CROTCH AS HE CUMS, HOLDING VERY STILL SO HE CAN FOCUS ENTIRELY ON HIS OWN PLEASURE.

BRIANNA

Never again, Daddy. I will never fuck you again. I hate you. I hate all of you!

SHE JUMPS UP, GRABS HER SHORTS, AND RACES FROM THE ROOM.

NICHOLE

(sighs)

I think that will be all for today, Miranda.

MIRANDA

May I have a couple more minutes, Doctor? He's still hard and I'm about to cum.

MUSIC UP.

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