Lori Ann’s Tapes part 3

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Sugar Daddy to My Step-Daughter

It took me a moment after I had came to catch my breath, Lori Ann on the other hand was up and ready to tackle the business at hand.

“So now that you’ve got your down payment, what’s it going to take to get my tapes back,” she began.

In business you’re taught to start at the high and then negotiate down, and since I was holding all the chips, I casually replied, “Your sweet ass for the next 4 years.” It was an outrageous demand, but I was holding all the chips.

“No way! I’d rather you tell mom and lose my car then lose my weekends while I’m in college! Besides, I’ve got sorority work. And besides I could tell mom about today, how we caught you jacking off and how your fucked me!”

“Yeah, you could do that, but then you’d have to tell her about the tapes. And of course I don’t have to pay for you education either, and god knows you’re mom won’t be able to afford it. You can kiss your little sorority good-bye,” I lectured. “Sorority work,” I smirked, “HA!”

“I’m not giving up my weekends and not for that long, not for just this. It’s just sex, not like I killed or robbed anyone; felons don’t even have to serve that much time…”

“It’s not going to be prison. It doesn’t have to be that bad. All I am asking you to do is treat me like every boy with a dick you meet. I’ll even start giving you some allowance money so you can have fun,” I offered.

“And how much would that allowance be?”

“$200 a month,” I threw out.

“I am not 12 Pop. A part time job would pay me at least twice that a week.”

At this point the two of us were actually having an adult negotiation. In a way I was rather proud of her for her savvy.

“$400 a week,” I gave in. “But you’re going to be my slut whenever your home during the summer and I we’re going to have to lay down some new guidelines.”

“I can’t give-up you my weekends,” she persisted.

“Alright, I’ll give you your weekends, but I you report to me Sunday night.”

“Hmm… we can work around that,” she finally accepted.

I spent the rest of the day fucking her and Cindy. We worked out the details and it was sweeter then I could have imagined. Never in my wildest dreams, could I have imagined that my ex wife’s daughter was such a slut.

Over the next few weeks I was to find out that Cindy wasn’t as much of a tease or as slutty as I had thought. She would sneak over to Lori Ann’s room and change, just to fit in with her more outrageous friends. She was Lori Ann’s little pledge sister for Loir’s sorority and that meant that she pretty had to do whatever Lori Ann instructed her. And since their sorority was perhaps the sluttiest in the state, most of Lori Ann’s request were sexual. Cindy’s boyfriend Tom was an older kid from an associated Frat. The gang tape itself was a pleage test that weeded out newbies. There were 10 more tapes, one for each of the sorority’s new recruits. I eventually saw them all as I fucked Lori Ann every which way imagionable. We even made a few tapes of our own that I kept as a little insurance through out our relationship. She became my part time slut her years in college until she moved away. I guess I became her sugar daddy, during the week she kept with her sorority work and school, but on Sunday nights I her cunt was mine. Our aggrement was pretty simple, I’d keep quite about her sex life to her mother and family and give her A LOT extra a month to pay for her college experience, and she’d paid her poppy a visit every Sunday night.

She’d come over wearing whatever I wanted, or sometimes nothing at all, I told her to make sure she’d be nude by the time her car hit the drive way. Her first choir was to greet my cock with a kiss and blow me until I was satisfied. Since taking her ass, anal became my new fetish, so we kept a butt plug in her to keep her lose. Monday mornings before she’d leave she have to suck me one last time, she was actually late for class a few times because I was so dry from the night begore.

Every now and then when she wanted something extra, she’d come home with another tape of a girlfriend doing the dirty, and told me I could probably get a taste if I bought her something nice. “Like say a new LV bag….” she’d casually, say. The girl was one hell of a negotiator; I’d like to think she learned that from me. By the end of her college years, let just say she had a lot of designer bags, as well as a lot of other nice things.

February 15, 2008 | Filed Under Diary