"Yeah, I'll be okay, daddy." She took his hand. "Thank you for coming though."
He leaned down and kissed her. There was a strong, familiar musty smell when he leaned in and planted his lips on her forehead. She smelled like sex.
Spencer's eyes narrowed. He fought to keep his cool as he stood up from the bed.
"Alright," he said, "I guess I'll head home."
"Bye, daddy," she said, her sweet voice like a knife in his heart. He turned on his heel and walked towards the door. At the last moment, he made a sharp turn to face the slatted door of the closet. He flung the door open and was greeted with Bryce, naked and clutching his clothes to his crotch.
"Mr. Mars!" he shouted.
"Stay. Away." Spencer grabbed him around the throat and pulled him out into the hall. "From. My. Daughter."
He shoved the spiky-haired punk onto his ass. He marched back into the room, slamming the door closed and locking it so Bryce could not get back in. He rounded the corner again and glared at his wide-eyed daughter. She held up her hand as he came towards her.
"No, daddy!" She cried.
He grabbed the comforter. She fought with him for a moment, but he easily won out, yanking it off his teenage daughter. She was completely naked except for a pair of pink and black checkerboard knee socks. That details burned itself instantly into his head. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and the soft apples of her breasts were capped with two pink nipples about the size of Gillian's. Before Maddy could pull the comforter back into his place, Spencer saw what he most feared he would see.
Cum, leaking in a trickle out from Maddy's delicate folds. He was too late. Bryce had not only fucked Spencer's daughter, the punk had ejaculated inside her.
"You shouldn't have come here," moaned Maddy.
He could barely hear her over the sound of his heart beating in his ears. He staggered out into the hallway and left the hotel. When he returned to the Jeep, half in a daze, he found Gillian sitting in the wheelchair next to it waiting for him.
"Nobody was strong enough to lift me into the seat," she said. "I'm guessing by your expression, things didn't go so well?"
He picked her up out of the wheelchair and lifted her into the car seat.
"I was too late."
"Huh," said Gillian. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, there is a way nicer hotel a few miles away. I looked it up on my phone."
He started the Jeep and put on his aviators, as much to block out his emotion as to block out the afternoon sunlight.
"How is that supposed to make me feel any better?"
Gillian's full lips quirked into a smile. She leaned across the stick shift and ran her hand over the crotch of his jeans.
"I can't make things better with Maddy, but I can definitely make you feel better."
He thought about it for a few seconds.
"Fuck it," he said. "Let's go."
"Oooh!" she giggled. "Get the room with the whirlpool tub."
He didn't know where things stood with his daughter, he didn't know how to put it right, but it was amazing how having a gorgeous teenage blonde sitting next to him made it all go away. He reached an arm across the Jeep and put it around Gillian's shoulder and smiled. Things were far from alright, but everything was going to be a lot of fun, he knew that much for certain.
Chapter Four
The phone began to vibrate on the bedside table and Spencer Mars reached out to quiet it in the darkness. His fumbling hand found the shivering weight of it and he lifted it to his eyes, squinting through the sleep to see KAREN identified on the screen. He groaned quietly and rolled out of bed, slipping on his robe as he walked out of the cabin's master bedroom and to the front porch. Once the door was closed behind him, he thumbed the phone to answer the call.
"What is it, Karen?"
"Mr. Mars, I need you," she said in that high, girlish voice that made his cock twitch. "Can I come see you right now?"
"It's almost two in the morning," he said.
He felt a pang of guilt. He had been avoiding her for weeks, at least since she had gone to her first doctor's appointment for her pregnancy as her "godfatherher." Since then, her attempts to get him to spend time with her had become increasingly pleading. Yes, Spencer knew, he was a sick fuck who got off on knocking up his daughter's hot teenage friends, but he didn't get off on making them suffer. Karen was suffering.
"Please," she said. "I need to...why are you shutting me out? I need you, Mr. Mars."
`When he did not reply to her right away, she added, "I know you are sleeping with Tamara and I am okay with it."
Really? She knew about Tamara? Did she know he had knocked her up as well? Did she know about Gillian, his latest conquest? He definitely doubted that one.
"Is my daughter there with you?" asked Spencer, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah. She came here from her mom's yesterday. She told me all about what happened when you caught her in that hotel with Bryce. I'm on your side of this, Mr. Mars. Do you want me to kick her out? I can have my mom-"
"No." He didn't want to drive his daughter even farther away.
"I'm starting to show," blurted Karen.
He pictured that. She was so slender and pretty. He imagined her belly pushing out from those narrow hips, filled with the growing life he put inside her. He wondered if her breasts were growing as well.
"Can we meet somewhere tomorrow?"
Spencer sighed. He was disappointed with himself. He felt like he was torturing her by opening the door for her, but he could not resist. He wanted to see her again. To touch her again.
"Where do you want to meet?"
"I could come to your office," she said, the excitement apparent in her tone.
Much as he might enjoy the idea of pushing his computer off his desk and fucking Karen right there in the office, he also wanted to hold onto his job.
"Let's keep things simple. One o'clock tomorrow. Meet me at Two Straws, the ice cream shop near my office. We'll have a milkshake or something."
"Mmmm, I love ice cream. Okay, Mr. Mars. I'll see you there."
Spencer ended the call and limped back into the darkened cabin. His shed his robe and slipped gently back into the bed. Not gently enough as Gillian's body shifted and she rolled onto her side to face him.
She was gorgeous. Her platinum blond hair spilled out across the pillow, her body arriving in the full ripeness of womanhood and toned by a regular routine of running and gymnastics. Her tawny skin faded to pale triangles atop her substantial breasts and over her shaved mound. The pebbles of her nipples were pink and straining.
She stretched one of her long legs over his hip and reached out to stroke his whiskers. His cock stirred. Her warm, naked teenage body invited him into a closer embrace and those delicate nipples pressed against his fuzzy chest.
"Who was it?" she asked.
"Karen."
"Mmmmmm." Gillian nuzzled her face against his shoulder, her full lips brushing against his neck. "She must be addicted to your cock, isn't she?"
Gillian knew about his past with Karen, although he still was not sure exactly how much she knew. When he did not answer, Gillian's sleepy eyes opened and searched his face as she caressed him.
"There's more to it than that. What is it?"
He kept his lips sealed.
"Always the stoic old man," she teased and played her fingers into the gray hair of his chest. "You know I can always get answers out of you, Mr. Mars. Do I have to force you to tell me?"
Her hand slid down over his stomach and to the fat hose of his cock. Her warm fingers wrapped around it and lifted it. She stroked him, shucking the loose skin of his cock until he was stiff in her hand.
"Tell me all about you and Karen," her hot breath tickled his ear, "or I'm going to have my way with you."
That put a smile on his face. She kissed the corner of his lips, but before he could turn his head and claim more she had moved away, lower, her lips trailing down to his chest, brushing against his nippl
e, moving lower still as her hand steadily stroked him. By the time her kisses reached the trimmed fuzz above his cock, he was straining hard for her.
She kissed her way from his balls, up his shaft, and kissed the sensitive head of his cock. Her mouth opened and he let out a groan as her soft lips parted and the hot, wet tightness of her mouth closed around him. Her sucking mouth descended until his cock pressed against the soft tightness of her throat. She sucked hard and pulled her lips back off him, looking with those intense blue eyes and speaking with her lips brushing beneath his cock.
"I can taste my pussy all over you." She swiped her tongue on the meat lollipop of his cock and swirled it around his swollen glans. "I like the way your cock tastes after we've fucked."
Gillian knew exactly what to say to drive him wild. And exactly what to do as her lips opened to him again and she began to bob her head up and down. It was a slow and particularly wet blowjob. Her spit trickled down his balls and coated his shaft. She closed her eyes to concentrate on what she was doing, becoming lost in the act of sucking him.
When her mouth lifted from him again and she pressed the firm mounds of her tits against his cock he knew not to complete. Every movement was sensual and self-aware. She dragged her nipples against him as she rode her tits against his cock, finally swallowing him between her pressed pillows and using her spit as lube.
"Are you going to tell me about you and Karen?" she asked, lashing his cockhead with her tongue as it popped between her squeezed tits.
He pursed his lips, knowing she would "punish" him for refusing to talk. Her smile told him that she wanted him to refuse to have an excuse to escalate her torture. She released his cock from the soft prison of her cleavage and it bounced against his belly. There was a blush of friction between her pert tits and the inner curves of her plump breasts glistened with her spit.
"I'm not stopping until I cum," said Gillian as she climbed atop him.
She straddled his cock, brushing against it with her smooth thighs and the slick velvet of her cunt. She leaned her tits against his chest and kissed him. Spencer finally came to life, grabbing her firm ass with both hands and kissing her hard, driving his tongue and claiming her sweet mouth.
"You're a little brat," he laughed.
"And you're keeping secrets." She kissed him and bit his lip lightly, stretching it out between her teeth before releasing it. "Tell me everything about you and Karen."
"No," he said, just to provoke a reaction.
She pouted out her lip and he tried to kiss her. She pulled away.
"Are you going to tell me?"
She wiggled her hips and rubbed her pussy against his cock. She pressed down and caught the underside of his shaft in the hot, slick groove, using her pussy to stroke him without giving him the full ecstasy of penetration. She pressed her hands flat on his chest and began to rock back and forth along the throbbing rail of his shaft. Her tits bounced in his face. Her mouth fell open in a cry of pleasure.
"Alright," he groaned. "You win. After we're done I'll tell you."
Her squirming slowed.
"Promise?" she said.
"I would never lie to you."
Gillian nodded as if she was satisfied and raised her hips. Her soft hand reached between her thighs and lifted his cock. For a moment he felt her hot, velvet folds resting atop the head of his cock. He squeezed her ass and impaled her hot, tight pussy on his swollen cock. The thrust made a lewd slurping sound as her creamed pussy overflowed, dripping his cum from earlier in the night down his shaft and onto his balls.
"Ohhhhhh, yes!" cried Gillian. "Fuck me, Mr. Mars!"
Her body quivered with each stroke, rising and falling above him like a shipwrecked maiden tossed by the stormy sea. His fingers dimpled the luscious roundness of her ass and he pulled her up and down on his straining cock. Her creamed velvet slid around him, squeezing almost rhythmically as each thrust brought her to a higher peak of pleasure.
"The CIA...nnnn...should hire you to get information." Spencer grunted and slammed his cock even harder into her.
"How do you oooooh know that I'm aaa aaaaa...not already working for them?"
Gillian did not simply ride his cock like a woman in the saddle, she rolled her hips anew and began to bounce her steamy teenage pussy onto his twitching tool. Her pleasure showed as agony on her pretty face and she cried out, clenching him tightly, milking around his cock as she came for him.
"Cum on that dick," he snarled. "Cum for me."
"Yessss...Mr. Mars...cummmmmming!"
Her lips hung open in a wordless, gasping cry of ecstasy. Her porcelain face was colored with pleasure and her heaving breasts matched the tempo set by their mingled bodies. The hot vice of her cunt around him was too much.
He groaned, loving it, loving her in that moment as his cock pumped deep into her clutching channel. His hot load overflowed with each stroke and poured the syrup of their mixed juices down his cock and onto the bed beneath them. He thrust into her until he had spent every drop inside her, hoping, as he did every time he fucked Gillian, that his sperm would find her egg.
It was only as she collapsed onto him, in his arms, kissing and laughing, that he realized he owed her a truth that might destroy the fun he was having with Gillian. He was not going to hold any truth back from her. Not just about Karen, but about Tamara.
"So," she gasped, trying to catch her breath, "what's the story, Mr. Mars?"
He stroked her and kissed the top of her head. His cock was slowly going soft inside her cream-stuffed cunt. The heat of her body atop him was almost overwhelming.
"I haven't slept with Karen since I have been with you. I haven't slept with Tamara since then either."
"Tamara?" Gillian seemed surprised, but not angry.
"Yes, but there is more. Karen and Tamara are both..." There was no good way to say it, not without sounding like an asshole, so he just blurted it out. "They're both pregnant. From me."
"Oh my...wow...how long?"
He was relieved that it was her first question.
"Eight weeks for Karen. About five for Tamara."
"You wanted it, didn't you?" She sat up, atop him again, his flaccid cock finally slipping out of her pussy. "That's why you refuse to wear a condom. You're trying to get me pregnant."
"You're not a child. You're--"
"I'm eighteen and you are over forty," said Gillian.
"Forty nine," said Spencer and he gave her ass a squeeze with both hands.
"The point is, you're the responsible one. You're the one who should be insisting on a condom."
"If you insisted, Gillian, for you I would wear one. Is that what you want?"
She seemed to consider it and finally shook her head.
"No," she said. "I'm probably already knocked up anyway. We've been having sex like rabbits."
He stopped fondling her perfect ass and stroked the hair from her face. She seemed to come to grips with the path they were on - that Spencer had been on for several weeks - when a frown broke through her smile.
"Does Maddy know about this?"
"No, and she absolutely can't. She loves all of you, if she knew I was sleeping with you and got you pregnant...I don't think our relationship could be repaired. It's already in bad enough shape."
"I won't say anything to her." Gillian rolled off of him and stretched out beside him on the bed. She lifted her feet in the air and wiggled her painted toes. "So Karen really is addicted to your cock. Are you going to have sex with her?"
"We're meeting for ice cream tomorrow and nothing else. I'll tell her how it has to be."
Gillian rolled onto her side and played with his chest hair.
"How does it have to be, Mr. Mars?"
"Well, since you and I--"
"You think I would want you to break my friend's heart? I already stole one of her boyfriends, I don't think she would like me very much if I stole another."
"What are you saying?" asked Spencer.
"I'm saying that there
is no reason for that to stop. In fact, why don't we surprise Karen."
She leaned down to his ear and whispered exactly what she wanted to happen with Karen. By the time she was finished, his cock was hard all over again.
The next day, he was a few minutes late leaving the office and therefore arriving at Two Straws. The door buzzer jangled as he walked inside and Karen looked up from her phone. He smiled at her and crossed the bright, pastel ice cream shop, the air thick with the scent of waffle cones and chocolate. The cool shop was a relief from the unusually hot summer day outside.
Karen stood up as he approached her booth and he immediately saw she had gone all out to impress him, wearing a sun dress that hugged her body and showed off the natural bulge of her pregnancy. It wasn't huge, but the Asian cutie was so slender that it stood out clearly like half a volleyball hidden under the flowery dress. She also had breasts for the first time. They might have been assisted by some sort of push-up bra, but it looked like her hormone-fueled a-cups had enlarged to substantial b-cups. They were only a little smaller than his daughter's breasts.
"It's so good to see you," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss on the lips. He kept it chaste but let it linger, feeling the soft warmth of her against him, her belly against his. He eased her into the booth and slid in beside her instead of across from her.
"You look radiant," he said.
It wasn't a lie. She was smiling, she had a healthy redness to her cheeks and even her shoulder-length dark hair looked unusually silky.
"I was worried you wouldn't come," she whispered. "I thought...maybe since I was pregnant..."
"Shhhh," he put his arm around her and pulled her against him. "Let's just have some ice cream for now. We can talk about the other stuff later."
The plump waitress brought over two menus and they ordered a single mint pistachio chocolate chip shake to share. The waitress seemed put off by this, seeing as how he was almost old enough to be Karen's grandfather. Spencer didn't care to give the judgmental woman any explanation.
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