The following day was Saturday. He would be in town until Wednesday. He decided he wanted to engage in a little roleplay and had me dress up in a Japanese schoolgirl uniform, which, in this case, consisted of a plain white blouse, a checkered, pleated skirt, white knee socks and tennis shoes. Well, come to think of it, that probably looked more like a Catholic school girl uniform because I didn't have any of the sailor style uniforms in my wardrobe, but given that I looked Japanese the leap of faith could easily be made.

I left the house and took a walk around the block and then went back through the door at my place. "Daddy, I'm home!" I shouted. "Hey hon, why don't you come and sit in daddy's lap." "Okay daddy!" I chirped happily and joined him on the couch in my living room. "So how was school today?" "It was okay." "Did any boys try to fuck you?" "Oh daddy, they're always trying to fuck me!" "So did any of them succeed?" "No daddy, but I did give one boy a blowjob in the boys bathroom during lunch." "How was it?" "Daddy knows how much I love to suck, but his cock wasn't as big as daddy's dick." At that point, he began unbuttoning my blouse and I could feel how hard he was through his pants underneath me.

"Daddy wants to see your breasts. He never gets tired of looking at them." "Daddy, I know how much you love me. Yo know you can see my breasts anytime you want!" "That's my good girl. Daddy is proud of you." Now I could feel him unhooking my bra and pulling my shirt and the bra off of me, my boobs springing out. Then I felt his hand on them. "Does my Miwa love it when I rub your breasts/" "Oh yes daddy. It feels so nice." My nipples stiffened under his palm. "Daddy is so glad to have such a beautiful daughter." He pulled me closer to him and began to suck on my teats. "Oh God daddy, I love it when you do this. It feels so amazing."

I felt his hand slide up my right thigh and rub my pussy through my white cotton panties. "hee hee, daddy, that tickles!" God, I was so wet after the extended sucking he gave them. "Well here honey, let's see if this feels better," he said, slipping his hand under the waist band of my panties and finding my pussy. I let out a moan. "Oh, my daughter likes that," he teased. "Oh come on daddy, you know I do," I puckishly smiled at him. He rubbed my clit, causing me to squirm on his lap. "Now Miwa, sit still or I will punish you," he warned. "Sorry daddy," i whimpered. He increased the friction on my clit and I soon climaxed, hugging him as I felt the sensations ripple through my body. "My daughter looks so beautiful when she's had an orgasm," he observed. "Would you like to feel my cock inside you sweety?" he asked. "Please daddy?" I pleaded. "It's feels so special when you do that."

He got up and stripped and then pulled my skirt and panties off, leaving me in just my knee socks. "Here it comes baby. Open your legs for daddy!" I watched as he pushed his cock into me and I let out a sigh and a little squeal. "Does it hurt baby?" "Just a little daddy because you're so big." "Don't worry, I'll be gentle with my daughter." He slowly thrusted his thick six inch cock into me and then withdrew it, repeating that over and over. "Is it feeling better now Miwa/" "Oh yes daddy, it feels so good! Please fuck me like a whore daddy!" "Daddy likes his daughter's enthusiasm!" With that, he began to more vigorously assault my love tunnel. "Fuck Miwa, your little teenage cunt is so tight! Daddy loves it so much!" I was panting now. "God daddy, oh God yes, please fuck me harder daddy!" "God, my daughter is such a little slut." I felt the heat and tension building inside me as he continued to pound his fat fuck stick into me. "Oh God daddy, I'm going to cum! Please fuck me harder daddy!" He began ravaging me as hard as he could and then I was gasping and writhing before it felt like a bolt of lightning ran up my spine and into my brain." "Daddy loves seeing his daughter like this," he grunted. "You're going to make daddy cum, sweety. Fuuuuccckkkkkk!" and wifh that, I heard him panting as he dumped his testicular cargo into my hot box.

"You were such a good girl," he finally rasped. "Thank you daddy! Yay! Daddy fucked me again!" I bubbled. "Daddy loves you very much Miwa. I love how devoted you are to me." I got up and kissed him quickly on the lips and ran off into my bedroom giggling.

The daddy-daughter thing was his biggest fetish among the many he had and we roleplayed that a couple more times before he went home. It was fun having him around.

A couple of days later, John phoned me and told me that he was throwing an after work party the following Friday at his house and he wanted me to be his date for the evening. He was having it catered by a company that did a lot of corporate soirees so it was definitely going to be high caliber stuff.

I got there a couple of hours before anyone else to help him with the final details wearing a black Cheongsam with dark red borders on the neck and sleeves. It was slit up to mid thigh, so underneath I had black thigh high stockings, four inch open toed red heels and dark red bra and panties. With my long, straight black hair hanging over this ensemble, I was dressed to kill and John was groping me every now and again.

The first guests arrived, which included clients as well as coworkers, and within an hour it was in full swing, though the mellow jazz music he had over his sound system imbued the affair with a mellow vibe. As I expected, the food was excellent and I partook liberally. Their were more than a few "Real Housewives of Orange County" types there dressing too young for their ages and showing off their rather obvious Breasts by Monsanto. I can't even begin to imagine what it must be like dealing with those bitches on a day to day basis and idly wondered how many of them were being cheated on with younger hotties such as me.

At one point in the evening, a couple walked up to me and just flat out propositioned me as to whether I would like to have a threesome with them sometime. I begged off even though the wife apparently really dug me. That got the wheels in my head and I decided to have a little fun. I went home and got a long length of rope, a gag and a blindfold and some scissors and stuffed them into my handbag and went back to the party. I sidled up to John and explained what happened and told him what I wanted to do.

John then went over to the husband, Mark Stone, who was one of John's subordinates, a well paid and high performing project manager in fact, and told him to act like he was real downcast while John laid things out for him. Mark was definitely up for it and John then shot his wife, who was in a group of other wives at the time, daggers with his eyes.

:"Uh honey, John wants to see us upstairs," Mark told his spouse, trying to come off as if he had just seen a ghost. "What's the matter Mark?" she asked, concerned. "I think we REALLY scewed up. Anyway, we better go upstairs and see what John wants." John and I had already made our way up into a back bedroom on the second floor, where there was a four poster bed. I sat on the edge of the bed while John stood trying to work himself into an angry state of mind. The couple came through the door and John had them sit down on the bed.

"So I understand one of you guys made a pass at my girlfriend," he opened his gambit. "You know Mark, I could fire you so fast for sexual harassment it would make your head swim. You know what the possible legal consequences of propositioning women in a company environment are, even if it is at an off site party and it would effectively poison any shot at obtaining another position of responsibility behind the counter at Burger King, let alone with a major player like us." Mark, putting in the Academy Award performance for Best Supporting Cuckold, begged John and me to forget that this happened, that it was in a moment of weakness and that it will never happen again. "Uh huh," John sneered. His wife then tried to take responsibility for it, but John shook that off.

"Okay, I'll tell you what: Miwa here wants to exact some revenge for your imposition on her dignity. You guys have to do whatever she says or you will be clearing out your desk tomorrow Mark. And you know what that means, right? No more shopping sprees at Diamond Island Mall and meals at five star restaurants here for your wife or golf at the Shining Sea Country Club. So what do you say?" Mark looked at his wife and analyzed, "honey, they have us by the balls here. I don't see how we have any choice." His wife Chelsea, apparently caving because she so wanted to stay on the gravy train, merely uttered an. "okay," with a great deal of evident trepidation.

I stood up and ordered Chelsea to take off all of her clothes. "Now wait a second!" she started to object. John then reminded her that the only thing that stood between them and their high flying lifestyle and living in a trailer park in some crappy Riverside County town was her obeying me. With a huff, Chelsea  started to disrobe. First her skirt and her little jacket, then her blouse and her slip. She was wearing panty hose and rolled them off. She had a nice pair of toned legs from daily work at the gym and a decent belly for an American woman in her early 40's. Then the bra came off and my heart fell. Fake tits. "Wow, that is a really bad boob job," I spat. "Where did you go to have them done, Mexico?" I twisted the knife further. "Do you have any sensation in those nipples?" Chelsea wouldn't answer me.

She was now naked and I had her position herself between the posts of the bed. I bound her hands to each of the bedposts so that her head was now facing the floor. I then bound her ankles and tied them to the bed posts, too. Now she was spread for anyone who wanted to take advantage of her. I slipped a blindfold over her eyes and then forced a ballgag into her mouth. I reached around her and pulled and pinched her nipples, causing her to moan. "Wow Mark, your wife here is a freak, isn't she?" She tried to protest that she wasn't, but I then put my fingers inside her and extracted a lot of wetness out of it. I licked my fingers off. "Wow Chelsea, if your pussy was a restaurant your juices would be a first class appetizer," i bullied. "Okay Mark, take your clothes off," I ordered. I watched Mark as his clothing gradually disappeared. Nice seven and a half inch cock, circumcised and shaved. Nice!

"Okay Chelsea, you need to be punished for the actions of you and your husband," I continued. John, let her have it please." John wound up and then hammered her ass with a hard slap. Chelsea cried out with the impact. "Keep going until I'm happy with this phase of the punishment, John" I urged. He kept slapping her until her ass was red deep red and sore. Mark, continuing his performance, acted like he was pleading for me to stop, that this has gone far enough. "Shut the fuck up, Mark," I said, winking at him. I stuck my fingers into his wife's snatch again and she was wetter than before. "Fuck Chelsea, this is getting you off, isn't it? Are you a pain slut Chelsea?" I asked with some venom in my voice. Mark had his cock in his hands and was jacking off now.

"Well, you look like you're offering yourself up to be used. John, will you please do the honors?" Mark stopped stroking himself only long enough to express more fake concern for his freak of a wife. John placed himself at the opening of Chelsea's cunt and then drove it into her. "That's it John, just fuck her like the slut she is. I bet she is really loving your cock right now like I have." The Mark whispered into my ear that he was about to cum. I knelt down and let him shoot in my mouth so as to not make a mess of John's rug.

I removed all of my clothes and made sure that the bedroom door was locked. Chelsea was crying, writhing and panting. "Look at this bitch. She's going to cum. She loves this," I insisted. God Chelsea, you're such a whore," I accused. She shuddered and started to cum as John's grunting was deepening, meaning he was about to go off inside of her. And he did, Chelsea's cunt squeezing his milk out of him. Mike then got on his phone and called in a buddy of his. The buddy, Colin, was upstairs in a couple of minutes after tearing himself away from a conversation with a coworker. He knocked on the door and as I teased Chelsea that we had some more cock for her, Colin walked in and then went, "holy shit! What's going on here?" he exclaimed. "Mark's wife is taking on all comers, he explained to Colin. I just had her. You're second if you so wish. Mark gave him the "ok" sign with his fingers and Colin lined himself up and was soon balls deep inside another man's wife.

"Now Chelsea, while you fuck a stranger, I'm going to have your husband do me. What do you think of that bitch?" I cackled. Mark looked at John like, "is that okay?" Mark gave him two thumbs up and left the room to get more guys for Chelsea. I stripped and told Mark to lay on his back with his head next to the foot of the bed. He was erect again. I climbed on to him and pointed the tip of his cock at my opening and then sunk my hips, feeling his cock slowly burrow into me. "Fuck yes. God Mark, your cock feels so good inside me," I declared. "Now I'm going to use your husband's dick for my pleasure right in front of you Chelsea. Does that turn you on?" There was drool hanging from her gag as she said something unintelligible, which was hot. I began to pump my hips and John's battering ram began to glide in and out of me. Shortly after, Chelsea had a shattering orgasm, the air passing through the gag making loud rasping sounds as it blew her senses. Colin had a good rhythm going and was manhandling Chelsea's tits as he approached his own launch date. Five minutes later, Chelsea had another gooey payload in her cock closet.

Two more guys entered the room and, one of them immediately grabbed Chelsea's hips and knifed his dick into her fuckhole. Mark's cock had already given me one orgasm and I was well on my way to another as the room filled with the scent of sex. "Oh fuck God oh yes," I mewled as I bounced up and down on Mark's member. Your husband is going to make me cum soon Chelsea. That gets you off, doesn't it you cunt?" I snarled. I felt the first wave of what would be multiple orgasms, as I screamed for Mark to not stop. The third guy didn't take long to erupt at all and guy number four replaced him inside Chelsea's cum filled twat. Mark's stamina was impressive and I remarked to Chelsea that I might have to take him for myself as she was being invaded without end.

Finally, Mark rifled his sperm up into me. I stood up when he was finished and straddled him, allowing his cum to drip out of me on to his stomach. There was another knock at the door as Mark fake asserted that he couldn't believe we were making him and his wife do this. Randy, who worked in the financial department, strode in and waited for his turn. "Hey, more cock just arrived for you Chelsea. Aren't you lucky?" I said. Mark was obviously enjoying this as he got cuckolded over and over by his coworkers. He would be humiliated by them when he went back to work Monday. And he liked it.

The guy inside Chelsea unburdened himself and now it was going to be an even half dozen for Chelsea, as Randy took the reigns. "God, she's loose," he complained. "Yeah, she can't get enough cock, that's why," I insulted. Randy pinched her nipples hard, causing Chelsea to see stars. He was inside of her for about 15 minutes and made Chelsea orgasm before he finished and left. I took the blindfold off of Chelsea, who was exhausted. "God Mark, look at your whore wife. She has cum leaking out all over her backside. John isn't going to like his rug being stained with cum, so you need to lick up the mess," I ordered. Mark dutifully began lapping the effluent that was pouring out of Chelsea's swollen pussy up. "Clean her from head to toe," I added. 'Look Chelsea. Your husband's pathetic. Licking up the cum of other men after they fucked you. You guys are total freaks," I piled on.

John returned. "Well, Mark, I have to hand it to you. Your wife is as good a performer as you are for us. So your job is safe. But watch your ass, you understand me" John said angrily. "Yes Sir," Mark submitted. I untied Chelsea and removed the gag. I was expecting her to cry, but she didn't. Instead, she had this blank look on her face, like she was in sub space. She got dressed and so did Mark and they left the party.