by Sable Drake
"You'll have to open it to let me in."
"Oh fuck, you're right. Damn it. Okay, that is the final deciding factor. Cin, I know you want the thrill factor that he could remove the blindfold at any time and catch you…but his hands are going to have to be tied. You're sure he still has the brass headboard? They aren't exactly common anymore. And I'm going to need something to tie his hands with…"
Cindy was already starting on the buttons of her blouse, eager to get things started. Possibly before she lost her nerve. Not that Cindy had any shortage of that. "He has dozens of neckties in his closet. Use the ugly ones, there are plenty that will qualify. Oh, and I am certain he still has that headboard. Mom and him bought it on some random vacation in Tennessee or Kentucky or somewhere and hauled it all the way home. It meant a lot to her, and I'm sure he wouldn't get rid of it." She winked. "It's perfect for tying someone's hands over their head. Believe me, I've tested it. Both as the one bound and the one doing the binding."
Kim started laughing at that, then quickly clamped her hand over her mouth. "Whoops! Don't want to tip him off that anything unusual is going on," she said after the laughing fit passed.
"Then don't try to be so quiet." Cindy had shed both shirt and bra by this point, and stepped over to kiss her friend, roommate and sister in sin. "Nothing would make him more suspicious than us both acting like perfect little angels. Quiet and pure, I ain't. And Daddy knows it. Nor does he think you are the shy, retiring type. Of course, I'm sure he doesn't realize just what we usually do in here at night." She took Kim's hands and placed them on her chest.
"Okay, stop. We're not getting started on girl-loving right now. Although I might make you pay me back when we do lie down for the night." Kim pinched a nipple, hard.
"Ow! Mean little slut! What do you mean, pay you back?" Cindy stepped back and sat on the bed to pull her shoes off and finish undressing.
"I mean that I'm going to have no choice but to stand there and watch you get off. Worse, I have to hover right over you while you do it. If I do have to speak, I can't do it from across the room. I'm going to be terribly turned on by the time you finish." Kim shook her head and started to pull off her own clothing.
"Why are you getting undressed? I'm the one that needs to pretend to be in the shower."
"I'll need to go after you. And it provides another way we can make this more foolproof. Just robes for each of us, nothing to leave behind by accident. Of course, you'll need to get right in the shower. Then we'll switch. I highly doubt he'll just lie there afterward. I bet you any money he'll find an excuse to check on you while I start my shower. So you'll need to be wet."
"I'm already wet. See?" Cindy captured Kim's hand and guided it to her bare pussy.
"Now who's the mean little slut? Hmmm. Good thing we both shaved everything recently, too. Wouldn't work if I had hair and you didn't. Or vice versa. Anyway, you know what kind of wet I mean, plus it will keep you from smelling like sex. And I'll make a quick exit so he can't tell that I don't, and head right to the shower myself to wash away my lack of evidence." Kim realized she was enjoying this already, far more than she thought she would. Voyeurism had never been her thing; she was more the participating kind. But the taboo nature of this was exciting. She quickly finished getting undressed and slipped into the robe she had packed. She turned to find Cindy wearing its mate, for they had bought them together on a shopping trip into Chinatown.
"Great minds…"
"I think it's an omen that everything is going to go well. I just wish… well, the fantasy isn't really going to be complete if he doesn't know it's me. Are you sure you don't want to try the other idea?" Cindy was talking about her first idea, to tie him up and then pull the blindfold away to reveal both girls in the room with him.
"No, I still think there are just way too many things that can go wrong with that. How could either of us ever face him again?" Kim tried to imagine a Thanksgiving dinner at Cindy's with Roger at the end of the table, remembering that he had fucked both his step-daughter and her best friend.
"He's still going to think he's fucked you." That was her original argument; it was going to be awkward no matter what. Kim agreed, but still felt there were varying degrees of awkward and that the plan they were about to carry out was quite a bit farther down the scale.
"Enough. To the shower with you."
"But, I can't… oh, right. Better I be there just in case, at least until you get him tied up." Cindy giggled. "This is really happening."
"Really, really. C'mon." They stepped out into the hall, leaving Cindy's door ajar. The light spilling from her room into the hallway was the only illumination. The bottom of Roger's door was dark, indicating that no light was on inside. Kim doubted he was asleep, though. The words she spoke next were for his ears, assuming that he'd be listening.
"Okay, Cindy. You win. You shower first and I'm going to check my email on the computer in the study. And don't use up all the hot water." Kim imagined she heard a panicked gasp from down the hall. Or was it her imagination? Maybe not.
"No worries on the water, roomie. Daddy installed one of those tankless thingy's last year. This shower is going to feel so good. Don't get impatient, because I'm going to bask in it. Besides, I need to shave. I'll be awhile." Cindy stifled another giggle and Kim had to bite back a directive not to overplay their hand.
Cindy stepped into the bathroom and the patter of water on porcelain tile started almost immediately. Kim opened the door to the study, and sat down at the computer. In his haste, Roger hadn't shut it down, just hit hibernate. Luckily, it wasn't password protected. That meant the first thing she had thought could go wrong had not.
He hadn't been that hasty. No windows were open. Not that just closing a window kept her out of anything. She had plenty of experience in this kind of puzzle. A check of the history on Mozilla and IE revealed nothing. He had them both set to wipe history when they were closed. An interesting precaution for a widower living alone. But when she pulled up Windows Media Player, and looked at recently played, she hit what she was looking for.
It wasn't even subtle. The two women on the screen weren't dead ringers for her and Cindy, not by any means. But they were both of a similar age, both had the basic body type that she shared with her roomie and she could easily picture a man's imagination blurring them into the desired women. The volume was on mute, something that certainly had not been true when they entered the house. With a wicked smirk, she punched the button to restore the speakers.
The sounds of the redhead being fucked filled the room, while the blonde onscreen egged the man on. The video was one of the type called point-of-view, so she couldn't see much of the guy. Just the bottom of his torso, his legs and his gorgeous cock disappearing into the girl's pussy.
"Hey!" Cindy whispered from the door. "Turn that down! He'll hear!"
"Exactly. Now get back into the bathroom. What if he actually comes out here?"
"He won't, silly. That's the one I saw before. See what I mean? They don't really look like us, but..."
"Yeah, I get it. Now back into hiding before you blow this."
"Like that?" Cindy pointed at the computer screen, where the blonde had pulled the man's cock out and was alternating between sucking it and quick flicks of her tongue on the redhead's cunt. As they both stood and watched for a moment, she slipped the head back into the other girl's pussy. "At the end, the one girl catches his cum in her mouth and then kisses the other girl. I've never done that. I'm going to, though. It's hot."
"Hmmm. That might work… it could help disguise… anyway, get back in the bathroom. I have…something to do." Kim let loose her naughtiest smile, the one Cindy referred to as 'cat who caught the canary.'
Cindy turned and all but fled into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Kim walked back and spent a couple of minutes flicking through the last four or five things in the media player history. All featured the same combination of redhead, blonde and one man. Different girls, different guy, bu
t similar. Except one, which surprised her. It was just one girl, and not a redhead. This blonde actually could pass for one of the girls, for her. And the guy was enthusiastically pumping her ass. A shiver ran down Kim's spine. It was going to take some willpower not to slip back to Cindy's original plan.
She left the computer on, left the video playing. Turned the volume up just enough to make sure it would be audible at the end of the hall. It was a perfect excuse to go back after she got him tied up. Which meant a perfect time to get Cindy inside.
She walked down the hall, past the closed bathroom door… it wasn't hard to imagine what Cindy was up to in there. She certainly would be. But she resisted the temptation to put an ear to the door and check. Time was wasting.
When she reached the door she wanted, she almost knocked. Instinct, not entering a parent's room unannounced. She pulled her hand back and turned the knob. Good, not locked. That had been thing number two that could go wrong.
The room was dark, the only light the natural ambience from the slightly open curtains on the window and a faint glow from another doorway. Probably a nightlight in the master bath. She let her eyes adjust. He was in the bed, asleep or pretending to be so. She fingered the blindfold in the pocket of the robe. Next problem, how to get him to accept being bound. She wouldn't be able to giggle him into that. She needed a credible threat, and she could only think of one thing shocking enough to a father's sensibilities to work. It was why she had left the video playing, on the longest video that featured both types of girls.
But if she pretended to be angry… he'd get defensive. Okay then…
Kim slowly closed the door, not trying to keep the click from waking him…just quiet enough that it supposedly wouldn't alert the girl in the shower. He stirred, but didn't say anything. Probably awake and hoping I'll decide to just let things be forgotten. Not a chance.
She walked to the side of the bed and sat down beside him. "Roger, you are hiding a very dirty old man beneath that sweet exterior, aren't you?"
"I'm not old. And I hardly think it unusual that a guy my age who has been alone for this long would find other ways to release tension." He sat up and looked at her, confidence on his face, and a complete lack of shame. Kim was reminded that this man made his living being in charge and was suddenly glad she hadn't gone for the bursting into the room angry approach. It would have backfired. She was glad. Dominating a weak man was boring.
"No, I guess that part is not unusual. Nor the fact that the women in your videos are, at most, half your age. And maybe it's not unusual for that guy to be imagining himself with his daughter's best friend." As if on cue, a faint orgasmic cry echoed down the hall. Kim fought the temptation to laugh. "And don't try to deny it. The young lady I was watching a minute ago could be my sister, she looks so much like me."
"You have a sister?" The room was too dark to see the evil smirk on his face very well, but Kim hardly needed to see anything… the smirk had translated to his voice just fine.
"No, but while we are on the subject…or at least a related one." Again, Kim fought down the urge to laugh. "I guess you having the hots for me is pretty normal. But I couldn't help noticing the other woman in most of those videos."
For the first time, his composure seemed to slip a bit. He sat back against the headboard, sliding his ass higher on the bed. The move also created a fold in exactly the right place to hide something Kim believed was happening under those covers. But she needed to make sure.
"I couldn't help but notice that you like ones where the girls play with each other as much as with the guy. When did you first figure out that your daughter and I are lovers? That's what you like to imagine, I know. Because while I love cock, I enjoy riding Cindy's face too. And licking her pussy." Kim let the robe fall open, revealing her chest to Roger's hungry eyes. No problem seeing now. Her eyes had adjusted and she watched him fight a very short battle with himself before he began staring at her exposed tits.
She smiled. "You've seen these before. Cindy found the picture of us at Mardi Gras on your computer. You like my tits. And hers." Kim quickly slid her hand under the covers. He was wearing pajama bottoms, but there might as well have been nothing there. Because nothing could hide how hard he was.
He gulped. His aura of command was vanishing, but her plan wasn't complete. She needed to push harder. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and started a slow, gentle stroke.
"You want to fuck us both, don't you? You want to fuck me and have her lick my pussy juice off your cock. You want to fuck her doggy style while her face is buried in my crotch. Or maybe, just maybe you don't need me around at all. Maybe you just want to fuck your daughter."
"Not really… she isn't… damn you." He was struggling not to move with her hand. His lower lip found its way between his teeth for a second. "Don't… don't tell her. Please."
"What's in it for me? Because, you know, I don't really have to say a word. Just show her the videos. Of course, I could also just show her only the one of the girl who looks like me getting her ass pounded and let her think you just have the other picture so you can look at me. But why would I do that, hmmm?"
His mood shifted quickly at her tone. The businessman regained control, sensing the possibility of negotiation. He also had not made even the slightest effort to remove her hand from his hard cock. "What did you have in mind?"
Kim forced down the cry of victory. Half way there. "I have fantasies too, you know. And I love older men. But my game, my rules." She pulled the blindfold out of her pocket and twirled it around the one wrist while she squeezed his cock with the other hand. "And yes, I admit it. I came prepared."
"You little bitch." There was no condemnation or insult in his voice. It was clearly a compliment. "Is that for me or you?"
"For you. And it's just the start. Like I said, my game. Are you in?" Kim lifted his hand off the bed and placed it on her bare thigh, under the robe. He trembled, and not with fear.
"Okay."
"Good." Kim stood suddenly, releasing him, and ripped the covers off the bed. "Get those pajama pants off. They're in my way." She quickly walked to the closet. Yes, there were indeed a lot of ties. She grabbed a few, and turned around to face her victim.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea." He was probably imagining getting caught by Cindy, still tied up. His face showed trepidation. His cock however, judging by the tent it was making in the pajamas, had no fear of the possibility.
"I promise to release you as soon as we're done. Cross my heart." Kim ran her fingers through the valley of her cleavage, knowing the effect it would have even when he had been staring at her chest for a while now. "We don't have time to discuss this. You said you were in. And why," Kim said with a stomp of her foot, "are you still wearing those pants? Fine, I'll take them off you."
She leaned forward and grabbed a wrist, wrapping it in the improvised silk rope. He resisted for a moment, then sighed and let it happen. She pulled it to the brass headboard, wrapped the tie through the bars and knotted it.
"Now, slide down. I don't want you sitting up. Keep the pillow, though." She grinned.
"Authoritative little minx, huh? I like that." He slipped down the bed so his arms were slightly bent, in almost a perfect position.
That brought another laugh out of Kim. "You've been bound to this headboard before."
"Yes, but it has been… far, far too long." He watched as she leaned across him to tie his other wrist and then it was Kim's turn for a surprise. She gasped as his mouth closed around her breast and his teeth found her nipple. She moaned and let him suck for a second, enjoying it and momentarily thinking that perhaps she didn't want Cindy in here after all. But that wasn't the plan. She pulled away.
"Bad boy." He smiled, but said nothing. Kim stood straight, found where the blindfold had dropped on to the bed. She twirled it around a finger. "Take a good look, baby. Cause after this you just get to feel." She raised her hands to her shoulders and pushed the open robe off, letting it fall to the flo
or.
Roger gave out a small moan, half appreciation and half anticipation.
Kim leaned forward again and slipped the blindfold over his eyes. Roger was now bound and blindfolded. The plan said it was time to get Cindy. Immediately, if they were going to pull this off. Even though it was true that she had a fondness for long showers, they couldn't push it too much.
But first…
"Time to lose the pajamas, Daddy." She grinned as his cock gave a little twitch at the last word. Oh, he wanted Cindy alright. She ran her finger around the waistband to the bow of the drawstring and pulled. The bow parted and she slowly revealed him. He had a gorgeous cock, nice and thick and hard. Very hard. No need for little blue pills for him, at least not tonight. Kim let her fingernails trail on his skin as she pulled the pants off his legs. He twitched even more nicely without the fabric in the way. He wanted her as much as Cindy, maybe even more if she wasn't wrong about that last video. Which reminded her to play the next card in her hand.
"Oh, fuck."
"What? What's wrong?"
"I left the damn video playing on the computer. If she sees that… I don't want to try and explain. You just stay put, sweetie. Don't go anywhere." Kim laughed at the slightly cruel joke.
"Don't. Let her see the damn movie. Just don't let her see me like this, I can't…"
"What you can't do is keep talking. I'm going to open the door and you don't want her to hear you. Be a good boy and keep quiet." Kim opened the door, and Roger's moan of complaint quickly muted as he realized she had done so. "Be right back."
The sound from the computer echoed down the hall, mixing with the sounds of the running water. Cindy stood outside the bathroom, as naked as her roommate and, though she didn't know it yet, the man who had raised her. She was so nervous her hands were trembling. Or maybe it was just anticipation.