Further Adventures ~ Pt 6

Dalton collapsed into his chair, spent and breathless, and extremely satisfied. Molly remained kneeling on all fours as he had left her, and Tricia was patiently waiting for Gustav's knot to subside. Dalton smiled.

"Son, I'm not surprised why you live here!"

Rob laughed. "It sure is a great place to live. It was just luck actually, that I met Marcus and he took me in, and then got me Tricia as my own slave."

Dalton looked at Marcus and nodded. "You're a respectable man, Marcus, from what I've seen, and what Rob has told me. He told me how you two acquired Tricia." He shuddered. "And about some of the things some men were doing."

Marcus frowned. "Safe, Sane, and Consensual is the motto. Men like Stan Green don't practice any of those."

Dalton frowned as well. "True. I've never liked that aspect." He glanced at Claudette. "When I found her, I really didn't know a lot about the lifestyle. I'd read some, but didn't know anyone personally. I had a latent interest that had been there for a long time by then though." He glanced at Rob. "But I couldn't bring myself to even discuss it with your mother. She would have sent me packing, and I loved her too much for that. I needed this, though, and Claudette needed it too."

Rob nodded. "I had no idea you were even interested in this when I stumbled upon Marcus. I'd been researching this a lot actually."

Dalton laughed. "Just think what we could have done together if I'd known your interests when you still lived at home."

Rob grinned. "Now ain't that a fantasy, huh?"

Dalton looked thoughtful, and nodded. "Some fantasies come true, others, you don't dare wish for them." He glanced at Molly. Marcus had lifted her into the upright kneeling position and removed her tit harness, leaving her on display. Dalton smiled at her as he spoke again. "You know, your sister had a body that looked a lot like that."

Rob eyed his father. "Which one Dad?"

Dalton laughed. "You know which one, Boy. Molly, the one with the huge knockers, just like these, not the other one who hardly has any tits."

Rob swallowed. "You've seen Molly's body, Dad?"

Dalton shook his head. "Not technically. She wore some nice bikinis back then though, when she lived at home. I used to imagine what she'd look like without them."

"Really?" Marcus inquired.

Dalton seemed to shake himself out of his nostalgic mood and smiled at his hosts. "Oh yeah, I used to imagine what it would be like to Master her, to use her like a slave, take her like I did this slave and power over her. Quite a fantasy, huh son, especially if I'd known about your interests, we could have shared a private whore." He laughed. "But it was always a fantasy, as you say, her being my daughter and all. I could never have forced this lifestyle on her, just as I couldn't have with her mother."

Rob eyed him closely. "Of course." he said. "But just for the sake of fantasy...." he began to grin at his father, with a side glance at Marcus. "...what if you'd found out, back then, what my interests were, and just for the sake of hypothesis, suppose you'd found out she was interested too?"

Dalton looked at him questioningly. "Suppose Molly wanted to be a slave?" he asked.

"Sure." Rob continued, shrugging. "For the sake of developing this fantasy of ours a little further...suppose she'd wanted to be a slave. Your slave. Our slave. Suppose she'd wanted to submit to us, and have us do things like this with her. Would you have taken her? Would you have used her?"

Dalton's cock actually hardened at the thought. "Damn straight, son!" He said. I respected her as my daughter, but if...IF she'd ever indicated she wanted to be my slave instead...she would have been!"

Rob glanced at Claudette. "Your only slave?"

Dalton sighed, knowing what his son meant. "If I'd been able to have Molly as my slave, I wouldn't have searched elsewhere." He nodded. Then he quickly added. "But I knew I couldn't, and I've been happy with Claudette."

"Didn't mean you shouldn't have done what you did, Dad." Rob smiled, "It was all hypothetical, remember. Quite a fantasy though, don't you think? You and me, with Molly submitting to us, our own in-house fuck-slave. Taking her whenever Mom wasn't home...or even when she was, if we wanted to. We could have found a place." he winked, and Dalton's cock learched, growing again.

He laughed. "A damn good fantasy son." he agreed.

Rob eyed Molly thoughtfully, then looked at Marcus. "Well I'll be damned." He said softly, grinning, then he looked back at his father. "Well, it didn't happen then, did it. Have you had enough of this one, or do you want another piece of her? I'm sure Marcus wouldn't mind, hmm?" He raised a brow at Marcus. "She's got a nice tight ass there."

Dalton grinned, from Molly, to Marcus, to Rob. "She's an ass-slave too?"

"All her holes are fuck holes. Her body has been given to me, for the purpose of it being used for fucking and entertainment. It knows what it is for." Marcus pointed out.

Dalton whistled. "Wouldn't mind a piece of that ass then."

Marcus waved at her. "Then by all means, her ass is yours to use."

Dalton got back up and bent her over again. He toyed with her cum-drenched cunt, sliding his cock in and out a little, coating himself with the juices and cum that dripped from her. Then, he pulled it out and pressed it at her ass. She grunted, and he glanced at Marcus, his expression half questioning, half excitement. Marcus nodded and gestured him to continue, and he grabbed her hips for leverage. Firm and forceful, he pushed, until his cock slid into her and she let out a stifled gasp.

"Imagine it, why don't you Dad." Rob said, leaning forward in his chair. "Imagine it's Molly's ass. Fuck it the way you wanted to fuck her all those years."

Dalton groaned, and pulled her abruptly to him, slamming his pelvis against her hips. Slowly he pulled out, then rammed back in again, hard. He began to move like this, faster and faster, until at last he was hammering her ass as wildly as he had fucked her cunt, groaning in his pleasure. She let out soft cries, but no other sounds, and fucked back at him, making him eagerly pound her even more.

"Oh yes!" he gasped, under his breath. "This is how I would have fucked her, if she'd been my little bitch! This is how I would have made her my whore!" He slammed her hard, until at last, he groaned loudly and forced deep into her ass, shooting his second load of cum into her, and panting hard.

At last, he collapsed into his chair once more, his cock half soft, and slick with remnants of her ass fucking. "Damn good whore you've got here Marcus!" he panted.

"She's not done yet." Marcus said, reaching towards Molly and opening the mouth of her hood. He dragged her forward, til she was between Dalton's legs, and pushed her lips to the soiled cock. She knew what to do, for her task was always to clean the cock that fucked her, and immediately her tongue began to lap him clean, then her lips, and her entire mouth, until at long last every trace of him having fucked her was gone.

"See." Rob said, jokingly. "Mom never would have known, if you'd had our little slave clean you like that." They laughed together for a while, then, when Molly was returned to her display position, Dalton sighed and looked at Rob.

"Well Son, this has been a wonderful visit! I'm afraid we have to go now though." He stood up and replaced his pants, and told Claudette to dress herself. He glanced into the kennel at Tricia, and nodded his approval, then with a last, long
look at Molly, he headed for the door. Rob saw him out, and closed the door behind them, then turned to face Marcus.

"Well I'll be hot damned!" he repeated. "Who'd have ever thought that about him wanting Moll back then?"

Marcus chuckled. "Yeah! You never know, do you. Do you think he knew?" He tipped his head towards Molly.

Rob pondered. "No, actually, I don't think he did. But he sure had a great time imagining it was her, didn't he?" He laughed. "Maybe sometime, years from now, before he dies, I should tell him it really was."

Marcus raised one side of his lips into a lopsided grin. "Maybe, Rob. Maybe."