Service with a Smile Ch. 08 Pt. 01

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Mr. Marcus has plans to attend Parents' Weekend at his daughter Annie's college downstate. But the best laid plans of Marcus and men sometimes get messed up, and frequently get Mr. Marcus laid.

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Why didn't I want to pick up the phone? Because the caller ID said "KRUMHOLTZ", and I wasn't up to taking any of Stephanie's outrage about penetrating her daughter Inga. It had been only the tip - the head - of my prick, anyway. Before it could get serious and deeper, Inga reacted, or should I say, over-reacted, to the feel of a cock in her pussy. Just barely in, I swear it. Reese, Mr. Tashun's niece was a witness. Hell, she had called it 'nothing.' Besides, I needed to leave for downstate. Attending Parents' Weekend was a gift from Harriett, and I didn't get those very often.

I had to find out what Stephanie thought, for better or worse. "Hello?"

"Harvey, I mean, Mr. Marcus."

Why couldn't we be on a first name basis? We'd fucked, hadn't we?

Dr. Crumholtz's, or Stephanie's, voice sounded frantic. "Come to my office immediately!"

I'd passed her tests, proving that I didn't have a breast fetish. "I thought we were done with my-"

"It's not you. It's Inga."

She had my attention. "Why, what's wrong?"

"She exhibits signs of clinical depression ever since she drove up from downstate. Since she saw you. Completely unresponsive. You have to help me. I don't know where else to turn, or to whom she'll respond."

I'd been upset at Inga's sudden departure. Not enough to unmount Reese from my cock and run after Inga, but concerned none the less. And not just because her mother had demanded it. I felt protective of Inga. Those feelings were real, more parental than sexual. Although my daughter Annie and I had sex - so much for that. "I'll be right there."

I'd just hung up the phone and it rang again. Neat feature, caller ID. It was Clara from across the street, probably looking for me to demonstrate sex with another of her visiting nieces. I let it ring. Inga came first. And, she took higher priority.

I jumped into my rental car. The insurance company was procrastinating about my wrecked coupe, the one I'd driven into a ditch with Inga as passenger. The one that got destroyed by toxic chemicals. Something about personal liability. I'd exhibited personal restraint by not taking advantage of Inga during our nude chemical cleansing shower. I'd have to escalate their process as soon as I got a chance.

I didn't trust my rental at speeds over 45 miles per hour. Perhaps the rust bucket was unsafe at any speed. There were plenty of parking spaces in Stephanie's office building. Maybe emotional crises were on a downturn. Like my portfolio of investments. Damn Zenellis for screwing me out of my future nest egg. At least I screwed his daughter as compensation.

I knew my way along the corridor and into Stephanie's office. A chime announced that I'd crossed the threshold. I didn't bother to knock on the door since I was expected. The one-way mirror's curtains had been pushed back. Stephanie stood, viewing her second room. "Thank God you're here. Look."

On the other side of the glass, Inga sat, curled up on the couch. Her outfit was completely distracting. Uncomfortably short mini skirt. For me, not for her. Standard white blouse. Her arms were folded across her chest. Her face was made up. Blush and lipstick and eyeliner. Way too much. Inga didn't need any of that stuff to look pretty. "Is she resting?"

"Don't be a fool. She's withdrawn, a classic case of depression. And I have you to thank."

"Me? I did precisely what you demanded." Almost.

"Yes, you were dutiful, despite some serious lapses in judgment. Showering with her, touching her. Everything except the act of sex itself."

So Inga hadn't told her mother about my incidental penetration. "If you recall, you gave me permission to hold and touch your daughter. I stayed within the bounds of your rules. Why hold me to blame?"

"I apologize. I'm completely frustrated, that's all." Stephanie crossed her arms, accentuating her bust. I recalled her naked breasts as we'd sat on my bed. She wasn't frustrated after we'd fucked. "Why do you think she's acting this way?"

"I don't know. You're the shrink."

Stephanie bristled. "She thinks you rejected her. For some sexpot. I had you all wrong. You don't have a breast fetish. You have a young woman fetish."

Maybe the first correct diagnosis I'd heard from Stephanie. "Does that include you?"

"That was a slip of judgment." Stephanie scowled. I never should have -"

"You enjoyed every bit. Don't lie." She'd been horny, and I always am. It had been a natural conclusion. Only complication was, Inga walked in on us just as we were climaxing.

Stephanie paused. "It was pleasurable. But we're talking about Inga." Stephanie, Dr. Crumholtz, paced. "What happened in that motel room? Please tell me."

I wasn't about to admit that I'd kind-of sort-of half-fucked her daughter. No way. "What did Inga say?" The truth will out, as they say.

"She told me that when she found you at the motel, you were with a young woman. Your paramour insisted Inga get undressed."

"And then?"

"Nothing. She said you did nothing with her. I wouldn't have believed it, but Inga never lies to me."

Reese had used the term "nothing" as a comparative to full contact active sex, not as an absolute, but I was grateful for the mix-up. "Thanks for your confidence."

"I must say, I'm surprised. Given the circumstances and the opportunity, I would have expected you to take advantage. Given the close encounters you and Inga shared at your home, and after your auto accident. But you've shown yourself to be bigger than that."

Stephanie knew of whence she spoke, having coaxed me to an erection and acquiesced to fucking me.

She pointed to her daughter. "See how she's withdrawn?"

Inga had tightened her fetal position, clenching her knees. Her skirt had risen, leaving a clear view all the way up to colored panties. I wondered what logo decorated them? Perhaps I'd get lucky enough to find out.

"So she's depressed because we did nothing? Then think," I said. "Me doing nothing with her and something with the other young lady - and by the way, we were accidentally stranded there - angered and humiliated her."

"I believe you're right."

Odd, Stephanie agreeing with my diagnosis. I was bull shitting. "You know what will happen if I go in there. She'll throw herself at me and demand sexual satisfaction. She probably views a good fucking as revenge." Or just something pleasurable I'd denied her, primarily due to her mother's rules. On top of all that, she saw her mother and I having sex. "And you won't let me go that far, so that's that." I walked towards the door. Stephanie had put me in an impossible situation, so leaving was the correct choice of action.

Stephanie grabbed my arm. "You can't go. She won't talk to me."

"You don't get it, do you? Inga doesn't want to talk. She wants sex. And she views me as a desirable partner in that activity. You can decide from your own experience if that's a wise choice or not." I wasn't going to let the dear doctor forget our tumble in the sack. I had such little leverage with her, but I sensed more was about fall on my side of the scale.

"So what are you saying? You want carte blanche? You can just march in there and do whatever you want with my daughter, including-" she swallowed hard, "-sex?"

I thought about her words. "Yes. That's precisely what I'm saying. Take it or leave it."

Stephanie took her classic pose, face in her hands. She assumed that position whenever she had to make a decision with sexual consequences. "Okay, you win. Bring Inga out of this, using whatever means necessary. I won't stop you."

I wanted to say, "Like in Norma's case?" - when I fucked Inga's best friend in Stephanie's office - but decided not to rub it in. "Stay here." It was a warning more than a statement.

I walked out and made my way down the hall to the session and examination room, Armed with Stephanie's unlimited permission, I considered the possibility of fulfilling Inga's desire for intercourse. Our sexual activity would be under her mother's scrutiny, through the one-way mirror, not a pleasant prospect. The door wasn't locked. A good sign.

Inga swung her attention to the door when I entered the second office, the same one in which I'd fucked her best friend Norma. She jumped from the couch and ran over, strangling me with her arms. "You came to see me," she whispered. Did Inga know about the surveillance?

"Your mother asked me to come."

"Awesome." Her hands went to the buttons of her blouse.

I grabbed her wrists. "What are you doing?"

"We're going to make love, in front of my mother. She's watching us."

"That would be a really bad idea." My dick, already hard, pulsed at the thought.

"She won't tell anyone, because then I'll tell about how she had sex with you." Inga's smile was ear to ear. She felt in control, all-powerful. And all sexual.

This was even worse than Stephanie thought, but in a completely different direction. Inga was ready to use blackmail to achieve her objective. Which meant she was serious, and dangerous. "I'd appreciate some privacy when we do it. IF we do it."

Inga released me and folded her arms. Like mother, like daughter. "You're a tease, do you know that? First, in the chemical shower, then at the motel and now here. Is it your job to humiliate me?"

"Your mother and I are concerned about you."

"Yeah, sure. And how about that hottie? Is she worried too?"

"I don't want to talk about Reese."

"Just leave. You've done enough." She turned her back, Her skirt was caught in her waistband, her panties in clear view.

"You left so fast, I didn't have a chance-"

"What, did you want me to stick around while you finished having sex with her? Like I wasn't humiliated enough? Nothing! She said we did nothing. And that's what I mean to you, isn't it? Nothing at all."

"You're wrong. I wouldn't be here if I didn't care."

"How about if you have sex with my mother again and let me watch? Would you like that?"

My dick perked up at the thought of bedding either of the Krumholtz women. "I'm here to make sure you're okay. That's all. Have a seat." I directed her to the couch. We sat next to each other, with my body blocking Stephanie's view of her daughter. "What's with you and the need for sex? You've been teasing me with that delicious little body of yours ever since we've met, despite your mother's directive. Or is it because your mother said no?"

"I'm delicious?" Inga's face brightened pink, a devilish smile on her lips. "Remember when I told you I was assigned to you for my ministry?"

I nodded.

"Well, that was a fib. I picked you specifically."

"Why me?" I had a guess, but the full picture was fuzzy. Better for her to explain.

"When me and my girlfriends hang at the mall, we meet other girls, from the public schools."

From her uniform, I knew Inga was in a private school, probably religious, Catholic if I had to guess. She crossed her stockinged legs. Her skirt was close to exposing her panties. "Go on."

"Well, the subject came around to boys, and then to experiences. Who did what, stuff like that. My friends and me came up short compared to what these girls claimed. Anyway, a couple of them said that they'd been initiated, that's what they called it, by a grown up. The father of one of their friends. It wasn't too hard to get them to talk about it, they wanted to brag. One of them slipped and mentioned Annie's name. It didn't take much research to find you. I'm curious, were they telling the truth?"

"None of your business. So, other young women claimed I'd had sex with them?"

"That's the whole point. I'm the skinny loser, the one boys pay no attention to. But if I could get you to make love to me, I'd be a winner."

So much for accidental. Everything Inga did, stripping down to her undies, showering with me, all of it was calculated to get me between her thighs. "Except your mother's rules got in the way."

"And how! I can't believe you let her control you. Didn't the other moms object to you having sex with their daughters?"

The other moms were unaware, before or after, as far as I knew. "I didn't have the chance to clear it with them. The opportunities came up suddenly. Happenstance."

"So you did have sex with them, just like they said!"

I'd said too much.

Inga continued, "But Mom came to your house, huh, and warned you away?"

"She was looking out for your welfare. The other moms would have done the same, if they'd been asked."

"So if I'd shown up one day, not for a ministry, but just as a visitor, and I'd taken off my clothes, would you have done it?"

I shrugged. "It wasn't that blatant. No one ever showed up at my door and volunteered for sex. Like I said, it was accidental." In the back of a minivan. In an art supply closet. In a greenhouse. Come to think of it, in a whole bunch of unusual places.

"After the car crash, we were naked in the decontamination tent. Why didn't you do it then?"

I almost had. Our bodies, slick with soap, rubbing against each other. My cock hardened, then and now. Would it be so bad to let Stephanie see me fuck Inga? Absolutely! "I remembered your mother's words."

"And at the motel"?"

I wasn't going to tell Inga that I'd have been willing to fuck her that night, if she hadn't bolted, Stephanie's rules or not. "You ran off."

"Because I was humiliated. That slut made fun of me. She said we'd done nothing. I took your cock inside, didn't I?"

"Yes you did."

"So, I want to finish what we started. I don't want to be failure."

So that's why my liaison with Norma got Inga so angry. I was Inga's savior but Norma got bragging rights. Inga had serious self-image issues. "You're not. You're a beautiful young lady. Any guy who ignores you is missing out. They're the losers."

"See! You treat me like somebody."

My prick wanted to treat her to eight firm inches, but not here, not now. After all, I had Stephanie's permission when the time was right. "You are somebody. Don't ever forget that."

"So are you. My future lover." She leaned over and kissed me. Warm and needy. My hand fell onto her knee and slid along her thigh. I almost changed my mind. After all, we were on a padded horizontal surface. "So when will we do it? Tonight?"

"Sorry. I'm driving down to see my daughter at school right from here," I said. "We'll talk when I get back."

"When?" she repeated.

I stood up. "I don't know." When we're out of your mother's sight.

She posed, hands behind her back. Her delectable breasts pushed against her blouse. No bra? "The next time a bag of flour explodes on us? Or when we're in a decontamination tent getting sprayed?"

Inga was quick, that's for sure. "Give me a chance to figure it out."

"Okay. But don't make me wait too long." She stood close and put one hand on my hip. The other cruised across to the front of my pants. "Too long."

I gently removed her fingers from my crotch area and held her hand. "You can make that judgment next time we're naked, not before." I kissed her. Sweet lips. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Inga nodded. "I can't wait!"

I gave Stephanie a "thumbs up" towards the one-way mirror. In a few seconds, she was through the door, hugging her daughter.

"Are you better, baby?" Stephanie mouthed a silent "thank you" over Inga's shoulder. Was it thanks for not fucking her, or getting her out of a perceived depression.

I decided Stephanie wasn't very skilled as a therapist.

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The drive downstate took longer due to my rental beater and traffic and construction. Way longer. My stop at Stephanie's office didn't help either. Annie was in the foyer of her dorm building.

"Hi, Daddy." Annie threw her arms around me.

I enjoyed the warm greeting and the feel of her breasts against my chest. Had they grown since the last time she was home on break? Although I wasn't intent on sleeping with her, the idea gave me a pleasant shiver. "Hi, baby."

"What's that piece of shit you're driving?"

I gave an abbreviated explanation of my accident, leaving out the part about fondling Inga naked in the decontamination tent. "Sorry I'm late."

"Some young girl in need of your services?" Her hand slipped between us and slid past my dick. If it hadn't grown at the thought of sex, it definitely responded to her touch.

"You know me so well. That, plus construction and traffic. What's on the agenda? Do they have parent events?"

"They did, three hours ago. You didn't miss anything. Speeches, tours, the showbiz spin from the administration. They're about to begin a building fund drive and want to put their best foot forward. I could give them a program that would fund two buildings," she stroked my dick again, "but I don't think they'd go along."

I pictured a four-color brochure, advertising a funding drive where you'd pay to have sex with a coed. No, definitely not. "So what's an old guy to do on campus, if the events are over and your building fund idea is a non-starter?" I didn't have to let Annie know I was horny. She knew that was my persistent condition.

"I'm taking you to dinner for your birthday, and then you'll get your present." She winked.

"Ah yes, my birthday." Harriett gave me this trip to see Annie as birthday gift. "You remembered."

"Kind of hard to forget, with Mommy sending me countdown email messages. Three weeks, two weeks, one week. Since when did Mommy get so Internet proficient?"

"Her new job I guess." She never emails me.

"You don't need reminding because you always remember my birthday."

That was true. Hard to forget the Ides of March. My stomach growled. "So where are we going for dinner?"

"Tropical Circle Bar and Grill. Best place in town. Nothing too good for my Daddy."

Town was an overstatement. More like a glorified strip mall but very old. The second best place was a fast food joint. We walked to the restaurant because everything was within walking distance. The place was almost empty at five o'clock. Maybe business picked up for the late dinner crowd, with truckers tired of burgers and subs.

A college student approached our table, a white apron around his waist. "Annie, long time. This your dad?"

"Yeah. Dad, this is -" She paused, clearly at a loss for his name.

"Brad." He didn't extend his hand, thank goodness. He wasn't my daughter's date, just a waiter.

"Right," said Annie. "Bring us a couple of Tropical Storms. You'll love it."

I nodded, because I'd been given no choice. While we sat, I quizzed Annie about her courses. Every answer was, "It's okay," or "Fine," or "Feels like a review from high school." Evidently, the academics weren't very challenging. I had been convinced that a more elite school with higher standards would have been a better choice, but Harriett wanted her baby within driving distance. Funny how, with Harriett's employment and travel, she wasn't home enough to see Annie or come down to see her. This trip was only possible because of Harriett's requirement.