Changing Room Pt. 02

"She nearly fucking swallowed you and you made no attempt to pull away."

"Oh, OK little angel. Her daddy's never kissed you?"

"I gave him a peck on the cheek as thanks for driving me home one night."

"And?"

My dearest daughter, for once, was lost for words ... But only temporarily.

"The size of your bulge when she let you fondle her tits meant you were really into it."

"So do you want to take care of it or shall I?"

"DADDY, that's gross."

"I suggest you go to your room and come back when you've calmed down."

It was half an hour before she returned, came and sat on my lap and hugged me.

"Sorry daddy, I guess I got jealous. I love you lots."

"Me too. Especially when mum goes on that it's wrong."

"Do you like Diana's tits more than mine?"

She turned, awkwardly straddling me. I was getting hard again. She hugged me like there was no tomorrow, imitating Diana's kiss, then out of the blue, "If mum wasn't due home soon I could show you how much you mean to me."

Holly started to move, slowly at first, pushing her pubis against my bulge. "You didn't answer me." From the ease of how she'd positioned herself I knew this wasn't the first time. Some boyfriend had been real lucky.

"I think your boobs are fantastic, but I haven't seen much of them."

Holly rectified that with just one tug. "Is that better?"

"They're just perfect." I wasn't lying. I looked at my watch "I think mum will be at least another hour," I said, "Do you really want to show me how much I mean to you?"

Holly knew what I meant. "Yes," she replied. "It really hurt me to see you and Diana. I've wanted, you know, to ... I mean ... for a long long time. I only realised just how much today." She got up, tugged my hand.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I've never been as sure. Come, now, I'll show you."

In her room, Holly stood before me, totally naked, I drank her in. Her face, arms, legs and overall physique were most familiar to me. I'd seen her breasts a few times in the virtual changing room, her pubes less frequently and only on my laptop screen. She didn't know of course that her own laptop, lid open, powered up and connected to the house WiFi was a security camera, an extension to my own laptop. I could see everything.

"You're absolutely beautiful," my totally honest opinion. Too much time had gone by without me realising that Holly had changed from a girl to a hormone-fuelled, complaining, couldn't-care-less ball of teenage anger, then to wonderful, charming young lady.

My eyes scanned Holly from the top of her head to the tips of her toes; her lightly tanned skin contrasted with the pale pink of those enchanting places where the sun's rays hadn't reached. Her breasts were firm and, without much size or weight, they would remain so for a good few years. Her nipples stood erect, larger in proportion to her breasts than a bustier girl would be. The pale brown circles around them marked a target for a lover's tongue.

Her waist was slim, her contours curving to her hips. My eyes were drawn to her sex, the hair neatly trimmed enough to display the valley behind. Her butt, atop toned, fit, thighs leading down to lightly muscled calves, ankles, feet and toes, nails painted a mid-pink to match her fingernails.

I held Holly to me, kissed her fully on her lips and ran my fingers down her spine. She shivered involuntarily, goosebumps appearing on her smooth skin. We kissed passionately before I pulled away, kissed her nose, her chin, each breast then each nipple in turn. I kissed all the way down, an inch or two at a time, past her belly button, her trimmed hair to her pussy lips.

"Lay down," I told her, then I repeated the little kisses, this time nose to toes. Working my way back up her calves, knees, inside her thighs to her sex. I was just about to probe my tongue inside her sweet smelling groove when:

"No daddy. That's dirty. NO! "

"OK, sorry."

I continued back up, trimmed pubes, navel, tummy, breasts. Lazily sucking at her juicy nipples I moved one hand back to her sex, pressing my finger rather than my tongue against her labia to gain access to her honey.

" NO DADDY, NO!"

I was confused. Holly's legs clamped firmly together.

"No daddy, no. Mum says it's very wrong."

"But you just said ... "

She butted in, "I was wrong. I can't do it."

I left Holly laid naked on her bed, almost in tears and went downstairs. Her head was still fucked up by her mother's evil preaching.

Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes later she came downstairs to me.

"Sorry daddy. It's too soon. Can we wait, I guess I'm not ready yet.

Another ten minutes and I heard Rachel's key in the door.

Rachel was in a bright cheerful mood. It was good to see her gradually returning to the times before she got involved with the over-religious women who had spoiled our relationship. My love for Holly was now equal to my love for Rachel. The atmosphere in the house was completely different and I wanted it to stay that way.

The following Friday I collected my three orders from staff sales. Catherine, who handled most of the staff's discounted purchases in the company, had a wry smile on her face. She gave me one of those looks that could be interpreted in any way I pleased.

Diana called round the following day to collect, and she wanted to model the lingerie, mini skirt and low cut top she'd ordered. Rachel was out in town again as both Diana and Holly were anxious to 'get my opinion' about their selections. They got changed in their own private space though. Maybe the subliminals had only partially worked, or maybe during the week the effect had worn off. In any case I was more than happy to view their choices.

--

The changes that Steve wanted for the website took more time than I'd anticipated and I was doing extra work at home. I got the feeling that Holly wasn't too pleased, but my work - my livelihood - had to come first. In all it took almost a month to implement all the changes and a few weeks more to get the photo magic redone. They also fixed the transparency issues and now see through nighties were still see through in the VCR.

I'd already targeted Vanessa, the new girl in the office. At 4'6" tall she was a pocket dynamo, the centre of many a laugh with her personal way of telling some sometimes rather blue jokes. Popular too, with her humorous way of taking the piss out of any male who dared cross her.

"Vanessa," I asked her, "The company is trying out a new addition to its online Virtual Changing Room, and we really need a petite young lady to test if the changes work. If you're willing to help us, could we chat about it over lunch?"

Vanessa beamed at me from ear to ear, especially when I told her she could have a voucher towards company lingerie for her efforts.

"Yes, sure, happy to," she answered, still smiling.

We had lunch at The Drowned Rabbit, as before. Despite her size Vanessa could eat, especially when I was paying. It was another week though before I could set things up at her home, a small bedsit, where she lived alone. I understood that she'd split with her boyfriend just recently.

"What you choose," I explained, "Is up to you, but what we'd really like is to test the more transparent lingerie. Pardon me if this isn't your thing, but we'd like you try some of the sexier lingerie - the kind that does the party-plan rounds.

Vanessa giggled. "Imightjust be able to help." Then without any warning at all she burst out laughing. I got the idea she'd been at a few of those lingerie parties. As always, my assurance that she was on her own, in the private VCR, and no-one could see and that any underwear she was wearing would show under the website photo. LIAR! My trusty USB stick installed software she'd never realise was there. I still could remember Elise, her small tits and her shaved pussy. I made a hasty retreat from Vanessa's flat before she spotted the evidence of my memories.

"Hi Daddy," said Holly, grinding her crotch against me in a lover's embrace as soon as I walked through the door. Rachel was out, visiting a sick friend. Holly was gradually becoming more and more amorous following her rebuttal.

"Hi, Princess." I melted into the kiss. I smelled alcohol on her breath.

"Mum left you some chicken casserole, I'll get it for you."

Holly talked almost non-stop during my meal and I got the impression she was on edge. No sooner had I sat in my usual armchair than she produced two cold cans. She drank her first very quickly and helped herself to a second.

"Holly are you sure?"

"I'm very sure," she replied, "I should have done this weeks ago." She snuggled down close, laid back against me. "Talk to me like before. Help me relax."

I hadn't tried to hypnotise Holly since that last time, however the subliminals were still running every time she used her laptop. I didn't want to have her submit to me, I just wanted to overcome her mother's brainwashing.

"Relax, Holly," I began, in a soft bedtime story voice; a deadpan, smooth, calm, confident voice. Within moments her eyes closed.

"Now finger fuck me daddy." Holly wasn't in a trance, she wasn't asleep. She was relaxed but her brain was fully alert. I hesitated. Her eyes opened.

"Please, daddy. I'm randy, in the mood. Finger fuck me."

She parted her legs, lifted her skirt, eased forward just a shade to give me better access. No panties. Her lubrication, her vaginal juice was sticky at first, as if it had been there all day, thickening. It soon gave way to a copious flow. I dipped in again, using the slick liquid to glide my finger over her engorged, sensitive clit.

Then I realised she had no pubic hair. She had shaved that day. This was planned. I recalled just two words I'd flashed on and off her screen so fast only her subconscious took notice: 'shave' and 'smooth'.

"My tits, now, stroke my tits, my nipples." It was a distant voice but it was very clear ... the words were sighed, not spoken.

"Don't speak, just listen," I instructed her. The words I had to say were whispered. I continued, like a bedtime story, telling her how to deeply relax and enjoy, deeply deeply relax and ...

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh fuck, yes, come on, come on."

I'd heard this before, in her room. She was coaxing, telling, commanding herself to cum. And cum she did, a loud, throaty sound building to a moan, to a scream. Her body shook as her orgasmic convulsions took over.

There was a powerfully erotic smell on my fingers. Stinky pinky took on a whole new meaning. My erection ached but there was no hint of Holly returning my favour.

Suddenly, relaxed even more from her explosion, Holly whispered, "Eat me out. Can you do that daddy?"

Hell, the request came from nowhere. I learned later that Diana had asked Holly if she'd ever been eaten out. Holly was curious as Diana had said it was mind blowing. It was something I hadn't done since before I was married, usually in return for a blowjob.

"Are you sure?"

"I want to know what it feels like."

My tongue felt good against Holly's newly shaven pussy lips. The tip of my tongue pushed against her tight lips into the valley there, sensing, as tongues do, that the valley was deeper than it actually was. It felt good. It tasted not unclean, but aware that some secretion was already there.

It was a recalled sensation, one that brought memories of my own late teens. I could smell the same scent as my fingers had revealed. Deeply sexual, wildly arousing, earthy with a hint of pee, but not dirty.

My tongue worked down, and as soon as it touched on Holly's clit she moaned in pleasure. Her clit was still young, little touched perhaps by many fingers but her own. The nerves were wildly active, anxious to send wonderful pleasure signals to her brain. I continued down, half-remembering tastes I had once enjoyed. My tongue probed deeply, as deep as I could, my tongue aching during its search. The taste had changed, it was now sightly salty, onion or garlic tainted. Perhaps my memory was tainted. I needed to learn to savour the taste - the taste of a young woman.

Remembering I was there by invitation, I respected the task I had to do. Returning to her clit I took my time ... lots of time. I built her arousal, slowed, sped up, slowed again until her pleasure nerves were in total confusion. Her orgasm came when I'd tried to bring her to the edge one time too many. She didn't cum, she fuckin' EXPLODED.

--

I left Holly to recover and, if she wanted, seek her own replays. I had work to do and that work included monitoring if my resizing software and the see through photos actually worked. I was lucky. Vanessa was still browsing, still trying to decide what to try on. Finally she found something and, remembering some instruction I'd told her, she stood and undressed ... completely. Still aroused from pleasuring Holly I stiffened so much I ached. Vanessa became my new focus, slim, tiny tits, smooth pubes. A few moments on and the baby doll nightie looked perfect on her.

I reached across my desk, took a tissue, unzipped and shot my load.

The following morning Vanessa was eager to complete a short questionnaire. She'd just earned herself a £50 voucher and total respect from me.

--

My mobile phone rang while I was in my office at work. Diana wanted another favour, to access my company discount. Holly shouldn't have given her my private number.

"I know I said you could, but I wasn't expecting it so soon."

"I showed you just a little of my appreciation," Diana answered. "Next time it could be a lot better."

"As Holly's best friend I'll let you come round but £200 is the maximum."

"This Saturday OK?"

"It's fine. Same time as before."

Holly was being ultra cool. We talked, or rather I talked. We kissed, but just politely. I got the feeling her head and her emotions were in turmoil. Saturday came. I had packed new subliminals and sub-audibles into Holly's laptop. They were aimed at Diana - I wanted Holly to be jealous.

Diana greeted me as if I was her lover. Her cleavage was enticing, her kisses were real and she rubbed against me for the full duration of the kiss. Holly just glared at both of us. I logged on to my company account and the two girls had full access. I logged in on my own laptop and I had full access to the girls. Holly was quiet, Diana tried on anything and everything. The subliminals ran - neither seemed aware.

I powered off my laptop and went downstairs.

Both girls came downstairs smiling. Diana, much to Holly's disgust, came over and kissed me, her cleavage proudly on display.

"Thank you so much Terry," she said, "And I told you I like to show my gratitude in a physical way." She knelt before me, expertly pulling the zipper of my chinos in one swift movement. She found my semi in record time.

"Excuse me Holly," she said, like the smart arse rich bitch she could sometimes be. "I really owe your daddy. You can have your turn soon." Holly's jaw dropped as my trouser snake was helped into the fresh air by Diana's skilled hand.

"My," remarked Diana, "Commando, so no fishing around in underpants. I like that, it proves you're a real man. What a size too, and so thick."

My previously unremarkable action soldier was on guard, waiting for Diana's lip service. She just held it though, admiring its size, as if surprised by how much her kiss, her cleavage and her touch had caused it to swell.

"Why have I never realised you had all this hidden? I'll have to come visit Holly more often." Greedily, she tried to stuff as much as possible into her mouth before gagging. She tried again, this time more steadily.

"DADDY! I HATE YOU." Holly burst in to tears, ran to her room and slammed the door shut so hard that the windows rattled.

I couldn't follow her easily with my thick pork roll stuffed inside Diana's mouth. I didn't want to, Diana seemed to quite a connoisseur of thick pork roll and I didn't want to put her off her appetite. Holly would sulk but eventually come round. Not having been BJ'd for many years I really enjoyed the sensation, happily sharing the creamy filling with Diana, straight down her throat.

She kissed me again. "The next favour you do me," she whispered, "We'll fuck."

It was half a hour after Diana left that Holly came back down.

"I'm sorry, daddy," she said, tears still in her eyes. She lay cuddled up to me, slowly calming down. "Diana's daddy is lovely. Her mum doesn't mind if he kisses her, or if she wants to sit on his lap. I get jealous of her and I'm scared that you will like her more than me. The thing is that I get so horny when I'm looking at the stuff on my laptop, especially when Diana is there too, and when she kissed you and you let her ... " Holly couldn't finish.

"Why don't you relax, like you've done before with me." I started slowly caressing her side again. She stopped crying and cuddled up to me.

"There's something else. For a long time, I've wanted you to ... you know ... like with my boyfriend ... and you and mum used to do." Holly found it hard to talk about sex after years of repression.

"You want me to be inside you?"

"Yes. I want to feel what it's like, but I'm scared mum will find out."

"She won't."

"Do you want me to relax you, sexy tickle you?"

"Yes. I'd really like that."

About 15 or 20 minutes later, Holly told me she wanted us to go up to her room.

I enjoyed slowly undressing Holly then I let her undress me, awkwardly at first, her fingers not yet practised, I thought (or hoped), at removing a man's clothing. Awkwardly but gently she unbuckled and unzipped my chinos, gasping at my erection springing out at its fullest the second it was released, exactly as her friend had caused it to a short time ago.

"Wow, daddy. What have I been missing?" Holly cautiously touched, amused by the way it sprang back to attention again.

There was no fuss, Holly was content with plain, vanilla sex as she lay on her bed with me on top of her. I needn't have been so cautious that I would stretch and hurt her. Her natural lubrication was such that I could gently ease into her without the slightest pain. Little by little I filled her treasure cave with my swollen fullness. Holly was tight; not so tight as to cause any discomfort but easily tight enough for us both to be pleasured by my movement inside her.

"Is that OK for you?" I asked as my length was fully inside her.

"It's better than I ever dreamt," Holly replied, a broad smile on her face, "And I've been dreaming longer than you'll ever realise."

I hadn't realised at all. The hassle and 'thou shalt not' from Rachel had masked any signals Holly might have given me. OK, Holly and I had always been close but I really should have paid more attention to Holly's needs.

"I love you, Princess."

"And I love you."

No other words were spoken between us. No words were needed. I pulled back very slowly, anxious to ensure we both felt pleasurable sensations. I could feel Holly unconsciously responding, her hips beginning to move as mother nature herself decreed.

All too soon our bodies provided their own impetus. Pleasure increased as my piston moved freely inside her, gradually picking up speed. We started to take deeper and faster breaths as the sexual tension built up. Holly strained up to kiss me and I slowed, allowing our mouths to add their own sensations to our passion.

Now faster again until the point that own coiled springs threatened to release. I could feel my point of no return quickly approaching but Holly was reaching hers before me. She let out wild sounds of pleasure as her body muscles spasmed from top to toe. Her orgasm ripped through her as my own piston released its payload. As the sensations began to subside we were both breathless. Eventually we both lay cuddled as I slowly pulled out of her. Sadly this would be a short cuddle as we both knew Rachel would be home soon.