Emily Untethered Ch. 03

He squeezed her gently and patted her on the back before looking down. "What was that for?"

She shrugged and turned to head upstairs. "I'm just glad that you're doing so much better about our situation. I appreciate the talk last night."

He nodded. "I didn't expect it, but I'm here for you."

"Didn't expect it?" she asked, her head cocked to the side.

He was focusing on the eggs then, but glanced over. "I just mean I figured it was some old stuff from California that I was going to hear."

She smirked and tiptoed over to him. "Sooo you were hoping to hear more of my raunchy sex stories from Cali and you were disappointed?"

He shook his head and rolled his eyes at her. "No, Emily," he deadpanned.

She giggled and headed upstairs to the bathroom. Grabbing a brush, she began to comb and braid her hair in her old style of two twin braids on the back sides of her head. The doorbell rang a few minutes later and she flew down the stairs to answer it.

"I've got it!" she called, and flew past him to begin unlocking it.

"Careful," he started, "I'm expecting..."

She flung the door open and then was shocked to see someone other than Dakota standing there. It was one of her dad's old friends, Fred Barnes.

She smiled and waved, but didn't cover herself. She was used to people seeing her this way. She'd probably spent more time naked in California than she had clothed.

"Good Morning!" Fred said, his eyes taking in every inch of her, involuntarily of course.

"Morning!" she said.

"Your dad just needed me to drop..." he said, then saw John come around the corner.

"I've got it, Sweetheart," he said, reaching out and taking the file folder from his friend.

"Okay, Daddy," she said, playfully. Turning, she headed back towards the kitchen and moved over to the stove to stir the eggs that her dad was finishing up.

She heard her dad say a few more things, all business related, to his friend and then the door shut, followed by her father's footsteps coming into the kitchen.

"You might want to put on a few more stitches of clothing before you start answering doors," he said.

"Sorry, Daddy," she said. "I'm kind of used to people seeing me like this."

He shook his head at the thought and took her place in front of the stove, dumping the eggs and moving it all to the kitchen table. A few seconds later, the doorbell rang again and Emily went to answer. This time, Dakota's familiar face greeted her when she opened it.

Dakota raised her eyebrows at her choice of attire and gave her a quick hug.

"Jeez, put some clothes on you hussy!" she snapped playfully.

Emily shrugged. "I like dressing like this, and Daddy is okay with it, so..." she said, finishing with her tongue sticking out.

She came around the corner then, leading Dakota to the kitchen.

"Hi, Mr. D!" Dakota called.

"Hey there, firecracker," he said. "How's your dad?"

Dakota came around and squeezed him from behind. "He's good. He had a poker game last night."

Emily quietly watched as Dakota spoke with her father, noting the difference in the way she spoke to him and to her own father. She picked up on the subtle hair flips, the way she held her arms open, invitingly. Dakota actually did find her dad attractive, apparently.

The two of them continued with the pleasantries and then all three moved to the kitchen table.

"Thanks for having me, guys," she said. "This looks delicious."

Emily, feeling happy and delightfully naughty, decided to push some boundaries just then. "Well, we haven't had you yet, but we'll see how desert looks."

Dakota's eyes widened and she blushed slightly.

Her dad handled it much better, having sensed that Emily was in a playful mood.

"Hey, no sex jokes at the table," he said as he tossed a warm tortilla into his plate and began to spoon food into it.

"You told him?" Dakota asked, whispering for some reason.

Emily nodded. "I don't keep secrets from my dad, not anymore."

He smiled and winked at her. "I'm finally beginning to be okay with the weirdness of all this. It's a new life for me, and for Emily too, so some adjustments are going to be inevitable."

Emily prepared her own breakfast burrito. "Eat up, dirty old man, it's back to healthy food on Monday."

He smirked and offered Dakota some hot sauce. The redhead declined.

"So he's knows that we..." she began.

"I told him about the nipple rings and that we had sex, yes," Emily said.

Dakota looked briefly panicked, but then seemed to accept the situation and began to eat. A short time later, the two girls disappeared up into Emily's room and then went to work out at the University gym. As mid-afternoon rolled around and they got back home, they came inside, but didn't see John.

Hearing a muffled splash, both of them headed to the backdoor. Emily clicked it open and smiled when she saw him swimming back and forth in the pool. Heading back inside, she and Dakota changed and went back downstairs to join him.

He swam smoothly up to the edge and placed both hands on the edge of the pool, pushing solidly with his hands and lifting himself easily out of the water. Emily inhaled sharply and glanced over at Dakota, who returned her disbelief.

Her dad looked hot!

"Wow," Dakota mouthed at her. His arms were corded and nicely bulging as he lifted himself from the pool. His chest was nicely swollen from the workout and as he stood there dripping, Emily couldn't help but noticed that her pussy was damp.

"Hi, Daddy," she said, covering her disbelief and prompting Dakota to keep moving towards the lounges.

"Hey, Sweetie," he replied. "Gettin' some sun?"

"You know it," Dakota answered, turning and mouthing, "Oh my God!" at Emily, as she did so.

The two girls lotioned themselves down as Mr. Davis farted around the pool, and then positioned themselves on their respective lounge chairs and popped on their sunglasses.

"I'll be upstairs working," he called.

"Okay," Emily said. "You don't have to leave just because of us," she said.

Dakota snickered. "Please, don't," she whispered, drawing a sharp, "Shh!" from Emily.

"Y'all don't want my old ass out here. Holler if you need me," he said and turned to go inside.

"Damn, he's hot for an older guy," Dakota said.

The sun cooked their bodies as the day wore on. Emily turned at one point and looked over at Dakota. "So how are you and Eric #2?"

Dakota sat up then and looked at her.

"What..." Emily asked.

"I just..." Dakota said. "I just didn't think about seeing anyone else since we were together."

"Oh, Sweetie," Emily said. "Were you expecting us to be exclusive?" she asked.

"No, it's not that," Dakota said. "I just... kind of forgot about him."

Emily cackled at that, her laughter filling the back yard. "Poor guy," she said. "I'm glad you didn't think I wanted you all to myself. That's one thing that's positive from my time in California. I'm willing to share."

She grinned over at her friend then, who was blushing.

"So when you were over there..." Dakota started to ask. "Did you have more sex with just Shawn and you, or multiple folks at once?"

Emily smiled. "Multiple folks. Shawn and I had sex probably a dozen times before he convinced me to invite Jess to our bed. After that, I was pretty much up for anything. He invited his friends over and I was okay with it, me and a girl, me and another guy, three girls and me, filming me masturbating..."

Dakota was wide eyed. "Wow," she said.

Emily giggled. "You don't know the half of what I did out there. Talking about it just makes me remember how much fun it was."

"So can I ask you questions about it?" Dakota asked.

Emily nodded. "Of course, whatever you want."

Dakota sat up then and began to reapply some lotion, seemingly lost in thought.

"Be careful though, if you turn me on your Mistress is going to have to make you eat her pussy right then and there."

Dakota grinned and then glanced back at the house and the window leading to her dad's office. "You wouldn't, not with your dad able to see us."

Emily just smiled and shrugged.

A few minutes later Dakota had seemingly formulated her question, or had worked up the courage to ask it, whichever.

"So you swallowed Shawn's come?"

Emily nodded. "His and lots of other guys," she confirmed.

The redhead fidgeted with her swimsuit for a second before continuing. "So what's it like?"

Emily thought back. "Well, it wasn't like chocolate or anything, but it wasn't bad. It got to where it really turned me on when I made a guy lose control and come in my mouth. Swallowing was just easier than spitting it back out at first or going to the toilet or the sink, but later on it became my preferred method of taking care of my lovers."

Dakota kept fidgeting with her suit. "So did you have anal sex?"

Emily smiled. "That's one sin that I definitely committed."

"Did it hurt?" she asked.

Emily shrugged. "It depends on the guy, really. Shawn wasn't really big enough to hurt, but a few of the other guys that I let do that were. If you take it slowly enough, you can fit almost any size penis back there. Most guys that I was with took it slowly enough to let me accommodate them, and then after that it was pretty pleasurable. I had a few orgasms like that, but I didn't ever crave it, not like I did swallowing them."

Dakota looked at her, surprised. "You craved it?"

Emily nodded. "It got to a point that whether or not Shawn had invited his friends over specifically to fuck me or not, I would inevitably go down on one or all of them."

Dakota nodded. "So did they talk about you on campus?"

Emily shrugged. "I'm sure they did. I was having too much sex to care though. I'm sure they thought I was a nymphomaniac or something." She turned and shrugged. "I just really enjoyed having sex," she said. "I think that not being very connected with Shawn, but him being so skilled at manipulating me had a lot to do with it. Once he'd broken the walls down, there wasn't really anything I wouldn't do or try."

Dakota sat back then, absorbing it all. A few minutes of silence later, she sat up and turned towards Emily again. "I wish I'd been there with you," she said.

Emily smirked. "Well, if you had been, I might not have been such a wanton whore." She turned and looked at her then. "So, as I said, you've succeeded in turning me on and you have to take care of me now..."

Dakota glanced back up at the window, but didn't see anyone there. "Are you sure?" she asked.

Emily winked, feeling delightfully naughty. "Get that sexy little mouth of yours over here and take care of me," she ordered.

Dakota glanced back up again and complied, moving to the end of the lounge chair and laying down as Emily spread her legs and pulled the bikini bottom slightly to the side.

The redhead's warm tongue slid gently up her slit and tickled her clitoris.

"Oh God, this definitely won't take long," Emily moaned.

*****

John had spent the majority of the afternoon up in his office, going over the documents that Fred had dropped off for him. The window behind him looked out over the backyard, and he glanced out it occasionally.

After he finished, he stood and glanced out the window. Emily and Dakota were still outside, face down across the pool on their lounges.

The redhead had definitely grown into her figure. He'd been unable to tear his eyes from her cleavage when they'd come out and interrupted his swim session. Her breasts seemed to defy gravity and were undeniably perky. He watched as she shifted, his eyes locked on her incredible ass. She was wearing a suit that was similar to the one he'd seen her in the other day. It was the same color, and maybe the same top, but the bikini part had more material to it. He decided that he liked this one better.

He sighed and peered closer, inspecting every inch of the redhead. Her bulbous cheeks accentuated the womanly curve of her hips, big enough to make any ass-man happy. Her butt would jiggle slightly back and forth enticingly when she walked. He relished the hugs he got from her, enjoying the feeling of her breasts pushing into him. He'd run his hands down her back and just to the top part of her luscious ass, almost daring himself to reach down and grab a handful.

He didn't feel like going to prison, though, so he didn't ever act on it.

Dakota turned over at that moment and spoke to Emily, who responded and shrugged.

Involuntarily, his gaze wandered over to his daughter. He sighed.

"She really does look a lot like Christine," he admitted. Christine's breasts were smaller, and saggier, and her ass drooped more, but she wasn't unattractive. Emily was the spitting image of her, minus 20 years of course. He saw her briefly adjust her bikini bottoms and forced his eyes back to Dakota. The two were conversing about something. He watched the two for a few minutes and then saw Emily point at Dakota and then at her own crotch.

"Uh oh," he said, suddenly very nervous. He panicked, unsure what do to. Part of him wanted to watch, part of him wanted to run downstairs and yell at the two of them to knock it off.

Dakota knelt on the lounge and buried her face in his daughter's snatch as he peered from behind the curtain. He groaned and closed the shade.

*****

As Dakota moved up to Emily to kiss her, the blonde began to hungrily lick the other girl's face.

"God, that was good," she moaned, her breathe coming in ragged gasps between her licking the redhead's face.

Grinning, Dakota lay on the lounge beside her and smiled widely.

"I think I like eating pussy more than I like sucking dick," she said. "Though it's a close race."

"It's a tie for me, a delicious tie," Emily said.

Dakota grinned and nodded.

"God, we sound like such a couple of sluts."

They resumed their positions on the loungers to get more sun, and dozed off.

"Girls!" came the call a short while later. "It's getting late," John called from the doorway.

Dakota sat up and yawned. "He's right, it's nearly dusk," she said, looking at sky.

Emily nodded and the two headed inside to her room. Dakota plopped down on the bed and then looked over at her.

"So are things still awkward between you and your dad?" she asked.

Emily shrugged. "I still think he's just gotta get his rocks off and he'll be okay."

Dakota nodded. "Well, my offer still stands. I'd totally do him."

Emily snickered. "If you weren't a virgin with men," she said.

Dakota shrugged. "I dunno, I might anyways," she said. "After seeing him getting out of the pool..." she said, trailing off.

Emily nodded. "I know, it was even a little difficult for me to concentrate. I can't imagine what it did to you."

She laid back, plopping into the bed. "Still though, it's not a bad idea."

Her friend turned and looked at her. "What's not?"

"You sleeping with my dad."

Dakota turned fully and looked at her, confused. "Seriously?"

Emily propped herself up on an elbow. "I'd be okay with you giving him a blowjob at least," she said. She mentally face-palmed and wondered why she was having these scandalous thoughts.

Dakota looked at her doubtfully. "Don't get me wrong, I'd love to do that, but I don't think that would go over well."

Emily shrugged. "It's just a random thought," she said. "You wanna go watch a movie downstairs?"

Dakota nodded. "Sure."

Internally, Emily's mind was churning. "If you get him to come, maybe you can focus on other things and you won't be having those illicit thoughts! Dakota is a grown woman, she can make her own decisions. All I have to do is instigate the situation a little and then disappear and things should take care of themselves!"

The two girls went quickly downstairs to the den and began searching through the movie services. Emily picked one decidedly naughty and went to see if her dad wanted to watch it with them. After making popcorn, he joined them just as the last of the trailers played.

Emily sat on one end of their comfy couch and her father on the other with Dakota sandwiched between them. She'd heard that the movie she'd chosen was filled with sex-scenes, but wasn't x-rated or anything, and in fact had several well-known actors and actresses in it.

Dakota leaned over and into Emily as the movie started, plopping her feet in John's lap. Emily smiled as he began to absentmindedly rub her friend's feet, knowing that Dakota adored that.

Thirty minutes into the movie, Emily nudged Dakota so that she could whisper quietly into her ear.

"Lay your head in my dad's lap," she said. "Ask him to play with your hair, but make it so that your mouth is close to his dick."

Dakota glanced back quickly at her, surprised. "Are you crazy?" she asked.

"Am I?" she thought. "This is pretty fucked up." She was quiet for a moment. "No! This will work. This is good for everyone."

"Just don't resist if he puts the moves on you. I'm not asking you to make the first move," she whispered.

Dakota still looked skeptical.

"Just think about how yummy he looked getting out of the pool today," Emily whispered.

Dakota visibly melted a little.

*****

John had decided that he'd stay out of it for today and just talk to her about it tomorrow. Emily was a grown woman and she could live her life like she wanted. He'd have a talk about showing off for the neighbors and having a little more discretion tomorrow.

When they came to see if he wanted to watch a movie, he'd agreed, glad that it would be something normal instead of half-naked bodies.

He immediately regretted it when he saw what kind of movie the girls had chosen. "Did they do that on purpose?" he wondered. He sighed then. "Of course they did."

Dakota immediately went about making herself comfortable and plopped her feet down in his lap. He briefly felt her heel brush against his cock, and grabbed it quickly, feigning a foot rub. He glanced over and saw Emily with Dakota leaning into her, softly playing with her hair. She turned and looked at him, smiling.

He winked and went back to watching the show. A little while later, Dakota whispered something and then shifted, pointing her feet towards his daughter and then moving her head towards him.

"Will you play with my hair?" she asked, looking sweetly up at him. He nodded dumbly, unable to say no to those piercing green eyes and sweet smile. She moved to lay down in his lap, her head nuzzling gently against the bulge there.

"Fuck," he thought. His cock immediately began to grow. Dakota sighed in his lap as he gently began to stroke her hair. He felt her ear pressing slightly into his cock, and knew that she had to feel him growing steadily. His fingers tickled her neck softly as he ran them through her hair, again and again.

"I've always loved that," she said, turning and looking up at him for a second. He smiled and looked back at the TV.

"There's not a sexy redhead inches from your cock. You're imagining things," he repeated, over and over.

She sighed and turned back over, her cheek and ear rubbing slowly across his shaft. He desperately tried to watch the movie, but the two main characters were having sex again.

"FUCK," he thought. "You need to get a handle on this situation," he tried to tell himself.

He ran a hand along Dakota's ear and then downwards past her cheek, brushing his fingers through her red locks. She sighed happily and nuzzled harder into his lap, forcing his eyes closed for a moment.

"God, that feels good," he thought. She nuzzled him gently again, his shaft scooting along her cheek a bit and then back again, then she did it again, and again after that.

"She has to feel that!" He sighed softly and forced his gaze from her pretty cheek back up to the TV.

It had been years since he'd had a nice blowjob from anyone. Christine rarely did it when they were newlyweds, and he couldn't get the image of Dakota's red locks bouncing up and down in his lap while he filled her mouth with his seed out of his head. He fought the sudden urge to reach down and pull his dick out.