AI Denise Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

AI Denise Pt. 02

This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.

This is a continuation of the story of AI Denise. You'll need to read part one if you haven't already.

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Stan picked up the phone, which was, temporarily, totally worthless as a communications device. He walked to the kitchen as Denise protested the entire time. She threatened, pleaded with, and swore at Stan. He just walked resolutely to the microwave oven, opened the door, put Denise inside, and turned it on.

The phone screeched for a split second, and then fell silent. Stan and Jane stood watching through the grated window as the phone sparked and melted. Stan had set the oven for ten minutes, but it started smoking after only a few seconds. He shut it off before it started to burn.

He and Jane smiled at each other and hugged. The hug was genuine at first -- celebrating their victory over Denise -- but it got awkward quickly. Stan backed away, his eyes cast down to the floor. Jane also backed up, her arms folded across her chest.

They had fucked at the side of the road, and there was no going back. Stan tried to say something, but all he managed was, "Jane, look."

Jane replied, "No, it's fine."

"I need to..."

"Yeah. I know."

"Are you..."

"No, yeah I'm good."

Stan gave her a weak smile and left the kitchen. Jane sat at the table and sighed. The "conversation" had not gone as she would have had liked. The fact was that she had loved making love to her father. As she sat ...

... at the table, the memory of him filling her was making her pussy wet. When she closed her eyes, she saw his naked body. She saw his cock penetrating her and pushing into her cunt, and she longed for it again. She knew she shouldn't feel that way, but she couldn't help it.

Stan went to his bedroom. He was relieved that the AI ordeal was over, but he knew he would be jerking off for years to come while thinking about the events of the past few days. He sat on his bed and relived in his mind how he had fucked his daughter. He could smell her hair, and he could feel her touch on his body. His cock stirred at the memory of her cunt gripping his shaft. He pictured himself holding her up by her ass as his dick plunged into her. He felt himself cumming inside her pussy.

He felt an overpowering urge to masturbate. He pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles and grabbed his hardening penis. He started fucking his fist hard and fast with his eyes closed, mental pictures of his tryst with his daughter at the forefront of his mind. He thought of nothing else and heard no other sounds while he pulled on his cock. He didn't even hear when Jane opened the bedroom door.

Jane had been sitting at the table after her dad had walked out. She had felt uncomfortable and awkward, and hadn't wanted to leave it like that. She had rehearsed a few lines she'd wanted to say to her dad: that it was okay to feel that way about each other, but that they needed to control their actions. Above ...