Perverts 'R' Us

My Daughter, My Wife (Part II) - Sweet 16

By Tristan ( M/f/g, cons, pedo )

The first episode began with a short introduction setting the scene for Nikki's birthday and then proceeded with some deep background. Our story picks up again on her sixteenth birthday, June 25th, 2005.

"Happy birthday, my darling," I cooed into her ear. It was 7am on a Saturday. June 25th is Nikki's birthday. She turns 16 this year, the legal age of consent for South Carolina. Nikki and I have been intimate for over 8 years by now, and though everyone knows her as my daughter, she's more like my wife and lover.

At 16, her body is still slender and fairly well developed as far as her breasts go. Her medium length dirty blonde hair is full and silky.

She opened her tired eyes and put her arms around me, pulling me close. We kissed and I felt her hand lightly reaching for my cock. "I have a surprise for you, birthday girl," I whispered. "But today is your day and you can do whatever you want."

"I want you to fuck me. I want to taste your cum. I want you to taste me."

"Well, we have a few minutes, but it is a busy day." With that I pulled back her sheets. She was wearing a loose-fitting pink t-shirt that said "Daddy's Girl" on it. Her pert little nipples were poking through the material. She ran her hands over her body, lifting the shirt a bit to show her white cotton panties. The crotch of the panties was tight on her mound. She pulled the shirt over her head revealing the firm white globes of her juvenile breasts and she began playing with her nipples.

Her left hand reached under the waistband of her panties and started to play with her pussy while I bent over her to suck on her little nipples. She let go a gasp as I drooled all over her tits. She brought her left hand, now wet with her juices, up to her tits and smeared her tits with the juices that I eagerly lapped up.

I needed to taste her pussy now. I reached under her waistband on each of her hips and pulled on her panties. She lifted her hips and then her legs and I slipped them off her. Although, she does not have much pussy hair, she gets a weekly Brazilian wax so her pubis is silky smooth. I knelt above her admiring her beautiful pussy.

I then spread her legs wide and put my face between her thighs, breathing deeply of her scent. I lightly licked around her labia and occasionally darted my tongue over her swelling clit. Nikki moaned in agreement, "Oh god, lick my wet pussy. Make me cum all over your face."

My tongue reached lower until it reached her asshole. I deftly licked around her hole, getting it nice and slick. When I knew it was well lubed, I slowly made my way up to her pussy and gently began pressing my finger on her asshole. I needed to taste her quim. As my tongue darted in and out of her pussy, I pressed my finger deeper and deeper into her ass, one knuckle, and then two. Nikki arched her back and began purring softly, her breaths getting deeper and deeper. I let my tongue travel further up, and let it do a little dance around her clit. I lifted my head and dribbled spit on my finger, slowly moving it in and out of her.

As I started licking her clit in earnest, Nikki started bucking her hips and panting. "Oh shit I'm going to cum, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue." With that, she tensed and came in undulating waves of pleasure. My tongue left her clit, and went back to her labia and her pussy hole where I gobbled her juices letting her cum again and again until she begged for me to stop.

"Rest a while, honey. I'll be up in an hour so be showered and ready." She smiled, her eyes already closed, and curled up on her king-size bed.

About two years after her parents died, Nikki and I moved into a palatial home in the Paces Ferry area of Atlanta proper. It's an 11,000 square foot mansion on 2 acres of prime Atlanta property about a quarter-mile from the governor's mansion. While we often sleep together, Nikki and I maintain separate rooms, hers on the left as you look at the house, mine on the right. There are three other suites on the second floor, but these two are the best, both with expansive baths, fireplaces and walk-in closets. My bath has a sauna.

On the first floor, there is a huge kitchen, a dining room that can seat 16, a billiards room, a library, a gallery, an arboretum, a great room, and several others. Most of the larger rooms have fireplaces; the great room has a large open central fireplace that has a suspended chimney.

Exiting the foyer area, the front has an open covered portico with large Greek revival columns and looks out onto the vast front lawn that is decorated by a large Italian marble fountain. The cobblestone driveway, bordered by Javanese boxwood, comes in through the front gates along the right and curves along the front, around to the rear past the carriage house and guesthouse, and finally loops back on itself on the right of the house.

The great room opens up onto a spacious terrace overlooking the rear of the estate. To the left is the carriage house, which is a 5 car garage topped by several rooms for servants. Immediately to the right is the garden pool. The pools surface is dark tile, giving it a natural look. The area is largely shaded by stately oaks and arbors of clematis and Confederate jasmine. To the right is the guesthouse that has its own kitchen, living room and several more sleeping quarters of various sizes.

A house of this size isn't manageable without a staff. We have several live-in staff and even more contract staff. Among the live-in staff there is the estate manager, the gardener, the chef, the sous-chef, my valet, Nikki's valet, Nikki's tutor, and the attendant - these are the live-in staff. They are recruited from around the world, having represented nearly 25 countries over the years. They are all well paid and benefits include tuition money for Emory, Georgia Tech or other institutions of higher education in Atlanta.

Twice weekly, a cleaning service comes in, directed by the estate manager to concentrate on certain. The gardener directs a 2-3 times weekly gardening crew. The chef hires waiting staff for any significant affairs. Our valets contract laundry service that is picked up twice weekly.

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It was approaching 11am so I called for Nikki to come down, that we would be late for brunch. As I waited for her outside on the front portico, I called for Axelle, the attendant. Axelle is a lovely 22-year-old from Belgium. As the attendant, she is essentially the estate manager's right hand and is responsible for ensuring that guests are greeted, their rooms prepared, and their every need attended to. Basically, if there is a need on the rez-de-chaussée, the main floor of the manor, she is responsible.

"Oui, Monsieur Tristan?" she asked as she came onto the portico. She was wearing a shortish, but professional skirt with a demure blouse, stockings and black pumps.

"Axelle, will you please bring me a short scotch, please. The Clynelish will do nicely. Two cubes. And perhaps a little ganj…is there any of the Humboldt County left?"

"Oui, monsieur, I believe so." She turned on her heels leaving me a nice view of her beautifully rounded ass in that tight skirt and her shapely legs. She was back in a minute with my drink. As usual, she ignored my request for a short one and filled the tumbler a third of the way…with two cubes. As she handed it to me she pressed herself close, her full lips inches from mine, her eyes and mine locked. After eating Nikki out earlier, I was hell bent and ready and she felt my cock swell on her thigh.

"Your drink, monsieur." She handed the drink to me and pulled out the ganj case and packed me a nice single hit in a bat. I took a sip of the scotch…slightly peaty, very dry, smooth.

"Are you going to join me in a smoke?" She smiled and put the bat to my lips and lit it as I drew. I inhaled the smoke deeply and held while she pulled the bat from my lips to finish it off. After drawing, she let the smoke slip from her lips and then in through her nose. She knew how much I loved that.

Just then, Nikki came through the portico doors. "Soooo. My party begins without me, huh?" She came and put her arm around Axelle's waist as Axelle packed the bat again, placed it between Nikki's lips and lit it for her. "Mmmmmm…"

Nikki was dressed in a short yellow tennis skirt, a navy blue tennis shirt, a light-blue cotton v-neck sweater, white anklet sports socks and white Tretorn court shoes.

"OK…that's enough for now. Time for your present. Axelle, can you please tell Elspeth that we're ready?"

"Immédiatement, monsieur."

Elspeth is the estate manager. She is 27-years-old, from London and a former attendant for the British royal family. Her efficiency is, of course, unparalleled. Her beauty is remarkable.

Elspeth came around the front drive in a new 2006 Mercedes CLK55 Cabriolet. One of the first off the lot in Atlanta, this baby set me (well, the trust) back almost 100 G's. Nikki jumped into my arms and started crying. "I never thought you would get me a car! Thanks, Daddy!"

"Pumpkin, this is your learning car. I want you to promise me that you will never drive it unsafely. That means no alcohol. No drugs. OK?" She nodded and then met my lips in a deep kiss that brought my cock to attention again.

"That being said," I continued, "I have something else." Around the drive came another car. This one was a customized 2006 Maserati Quattroporte, its windows tinted. Nikki was rapt. She walked closer to the car as the driver's door opened. Out stepped a man in sunglasses and a dashing Canali suit. A smile crept over Nikki's lips as he doffed the glasses.

"Giancarlo!" she screamed with glee, and quickly ran to his arms. Giancarlo Ricci was an acquaintance of ours during one of our trips to Firenze (Florence) for an art auction at the Uffizi. Giancarlo was the Director of Security there having previously been an agent in the Italian Servizio Segreto, the Secret Service, as a personal bodyguard to Prime Minister Massimo D'Alema.

Nikki wrapped her arms around his neck and Giancarlo had one arm firmly on her back and the other was already under her skirt lifting it to expose her tight cotton panties. Giancarlo (along with myself and a few others) had been intimate with Nikki that weekend a few years back.

"Not now, Giancarlo, you're on the clock," I admonished him.

"Si, signore," with which he released Nikki, despite her pout, and presented us with a slight bow and opened the rear door.

"Giancarlo has agreed to join our staff, pumpkin. He will be your personal driver and bodyguard. Paris Hilton would kill to have such a bodyguard!" At this, Nikki beamed, gave Giancarlo a big hug and jumped into the car.

The Maserati, as I said, was customized. Along with tinted windows, it was customized to be a limo. Its length was stretched to add a facing seat in the back and a privacy screen between the passengers and the driver. All the anti-terrorist options were added as well as the latest in audio, video, satellite reception and a slightly, but expertly, stocked bar.

I made myself a Beefeater martini and Nikki said, "You were a good daddy this morning. I think you should be rewarded." With that she closed the privacy screen (to Giancarlo's disappointment) and unbuckled my canvas belt, and pulled my khakis down to my knees. My cock was stiff and making a show through my pressed cotton boxers. Her hands slipped inside the waistband and pulled them down as well, leaving my cock exposed before her smacking lips.

Her left hand gripped my shaft as she pressed her lips against the tip of my shaft. Kneeling in front of me on the seat, I could see the reflection of her skirt riding high on her ass, the fingers of her right hand under the crotch of her white bikini underwear.

As she took me deeper and deeper into her throat, I watched as her fingers rocked back and forth under her panties. Her seduction nearly complete, she pulled her fingers from her crotch and thrust them under my nose, wiping her scent all over my face. Finally, she made me lick them clean. Once I had, she looked up and told me to spit on her fingers. Upon doing so, she pressed my legs apart and pressed her right middle finger against my asshole, forcing it in. I moved with her hand, relaxing my asshole. As she pressed in, I came in torrents in her mouth. My cum dribbled from her mouth onto her chin and then my balls. She licked my balls clean and used her fingers to scrape the last bit into her mouth.

We arrived at the Country Club of the South and had an enjoyable brunch…I think. The 2 drinks and the weed went to my head and her blowjob left me in a delirium. She was so playful as I recall, removing her panties at the table and throwing them at me in the middle of the dining room. I'm not sure if anyone noticed, so I kept them in my lap until I was sure I was unwatched. I wrapped them in my napkin and brought them to my nose to smell her beautiful womanhood. She smiled, knowing she was the apple of my eye…my daughter…my wife.

Next: The Party!