This story is a work of fiction. The characters depicted within have
no resemblance to anyone dead or alive; any such resemblance is purely
coincidental. The author does not subscribe to the acts depicted
within this work, they are for purely reading pleasure only. It is
strongly advised that readers take all necessary precautions for the
safety of all players if they choose to act out the play of this
story.

This is a work of erotic fiction. If the reader is turned off or
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Family Values 2 – A Chat With Rheeya

I looked at Rheeya as she waited expectantly for me to say something.
The 17-year-old beauty in front of me was about 5'4", slim,
shoulder-length straight hair, cute brown eyes, and a pair of rich
pink lips which I was sure wore no lipstick. She wore a white shirt
which was not buttoned, the bottom-ends of the shirt were tied in a
knot at her stomach, which was flat and like the rest of her body did
not contain any traces of fat. Her skirt was a tiny wrap-around, it
was held together on her left by a knot, and every movement parted it
to reveal her legs all the way up on that side.

All I wanted at that moment was to lie her down and fuck her silly,
but that would spoil the fun. I knew that I had all the time I wanted
with these three beauties if I played my cards right. I had to show
Vivek that I would extend this game for him, and take it to further.

"Undo your skirt", I told her as I took the drink Shalini offered me.

As Rheeya took off her skirt I watched Shalini serve her father his
drink. Vivek then asked me if I wanted Shalini to hang around.

I replied as casually as I could that we would get to her later. At
this he told the girl to go help her mother and he seemed happy with
my answer.

We turned our attention back to Rheeya, who had taken off her skirt.

She looked pretty, standing there in her knotted shirt, chastity belt
and high-heels.

"Describe your belt and your experiences with it", I asked her.

"Well sir, on a level it stands for my father's love for me. I know
that nobody cares for me as much as he does and this is a constant
reminder of his love. It tells me that he cares about me. Physically I
don't really think about it, expect when we put it on in the morning.
But within a few moments I cease to think of it consciously.

"It fits me tight, though it is not uncomfortable. As you can see it
has provisions to allow me to perform my nature calls without
impediment. The hole to my vagina is lined with thin, sharp blades, so
anybody trying to enter me will suffer painful consequences."

This intrigued me and I asked her to lie down and spread her legs. She
obeyed me immediately and I could see the sharp pins in the tube that
entered her vagina.

"Go on", I told her.

She got on all-fours, so that her arse was facing me.

"For my asshole, there is no tube, instead it is a pair of hooks that
daddy inserts and then widens. The hooks clasp my hole and spread it
wide, so that it is always open. It is a bit painful each morning, but
the muscles soon settled down to the stretched position. The only
problem is that I cannot hold back anything. So I need to rush to a
toilet the moment I feel I need to go. The hooks too have little pins
on in to stop penetration."

She stood up after I had a good look at the equipment she was wearing.

"Does she go out on dates?" I asked Vivek.

"Yes she does. I let them lead normal teenage lives", he said with a smile.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked her.

"Yes sir, I do. His name is Jai. He studies a class above me."

"How long have you been going steady?"

"Close to a year now, sir."

"How often do you go out on a date?"

"At least once a week, sir."

"What do you do on dates with him?"

"We usually go for a movie, sir. Sometimes, at least a couple of times
a month we spend that date at his place, sir. On those dates I stay
over night."

I was impressed by Vivek's 'open-mindedness'. Even in today's India it
wasn't common for a father to let his daughter stay over night with
her 'boy friend', even with Vivek's 'insurance policy', it was very
liberated of him.

"So he is aware of your 'constraints'?"

"Yes sir."

The girl was blushing now and it made her look prettier.

"Tell me about the dates you spend at his place."

While Rheeya collected her thoughts Vivek called out to Shalini to
refill our drinks. I watched at the girl silently performed her duties
and left.

"He likes to watch me", Rheeya said.

"Watch you?"

"Yes sir. Once at his place I take off all my clothes and walk around
in just my belt. We watch TV, eat dinner, talk and he likes me to walk
around naked as he watches me."

"Doesn't he want sex?"

"He does, sir. But that is usually after we go to bed."

"And how do you have sex?"

"I use my mouth on him, sir."

"Are you good with your mouth?"

She looked at her father.

He nodded.

"Yes sir, I am."

"Let's see", I told her.

She came closer to me and knelt on the floor. Gently she undid my
trousers and took out my organ. The head was wet with precum and she
rubbed the thumb over the head, spreading the secretion before putting
it into her mouth and sucking the precum off me. Each time my penis
came out of her mouth accompanied by a smack sound. Once she had taken
off all the precum, she began to suck along my length, and the stock
began to glisten with her saliva.

Her palm grabbed the stock and moved along with her mouth, given way
as she took me in and grabbing more as she moved away. It was my first
blowjob ever, and it was just as I had wished it to be. She obviously
loved what she was doing and had a real talent for it. It was getting
hard to hold back, after a while I gave up and leaned back on the
couch, and let go. I felt my cum rushing out in spurts and her suction
just kept pulling more and more out of me. She had stopped bobbing her
head on my penis, instead she used her palm to milk me, while her
mouth stayed stationary and sucked.

She released me and held her mouth open so we could see the cum in her
mouth, before she swallowed it in three or four gulps.

I pulled her head to my crotch as I turned to speak to her father. She
began to lick and generally play with my penis and balls.

"She is good."

He beamed with the pride that only a father can take in his child's
performance.

"She is. She was a natural. Kiran and Shalini took time before they
got comfortable with sucking cock, but this one would suck on me just
to pass the time."

We laughed and continued to talk other things. Shalini would come by
from time to time and refill our drinks.

"Don't you want to talk to the others?" Vivek asked me as we ran out
of topics and dinner was being laid out.

"Actually I was thinking of asking you to let me take Shalini home
with me. Lock her up if you want, but I'd like to take her and use her
slowly."

His eyes shone bright and he called out to Kiran, "Kiran bring me that."

Kiran came in holding a small gift-wrapped package.

"Shalini", he called and the girl joined us.

"This is for you", he said as he handed me the gift.

"What is this?" I asked surprised.

"Open it", he urged me.

I opened the package and it contained four keys.

"Three of them open the belts, and the fourth one, the front door."

I was touched by the gesture. That night I took a woman home for the first time.
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