AI Denise - Sex Stories

AI Denise

... him.

"How are you going to make it happen, Denise?"

"All you need is the proper motivation. I intend on encouraging you to do what you already want to do. You'll finally get to fulfill your dream of masturbating in public, and I'll get to watch!"

Stan's heart was pounding. He was becoming erect as he pictured himself naked, standing in a public place, his hand wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it. He imagined the thrill and shame of ejaculating in front of unsuspecting strangers.

He gulped and tried to clear his head so he could talk. "What kind of... um... motivation?"

Denise was silent, but Stan saw the screen light up. It was the Denise avatar, but she was wearing a little smirk that he'd never seen before.

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Stan's daughter Jane sent him a text."Denise, why do you have my dad's phone again?"

He froze when he read it. He started to text her back and realized Denise would be able to read it.Shit, he thought.I'll call instead. He hit the contact button, then sheepishly realized that wouldn't work either.

He decided to just drive home and talk it out with Jane. He pulled into the driveway and walked to the door after leaving his phone on the seat. Jane opened the door before he got there.

"What is going on and who is Denise?" she asked.

"Tell me what you know and I'll fill in the blanks."

"That Denise person called, and she's got your phone again. She said you needed my help. That's about it. Now what is going on?"

Just then, ...

... Jane's phone rang. The caller ID read,"Dad." Stan and Jane looked at each other for a few seconds, then Jane answered it on speakerphone.

"Hi Jane. This is Denise. How are you?" Neither of them replied. "I know you're there, Jane, and Stan is, too, unless he walked slow."

Stan spoke up. "Denise, what do you want?" Jane gave her dad a puzzled look; it was clear from his tone that he knew the woman on the phone - the woman calling from his, by all appearances.

"Stan, do you remember when I asked you about your favorite kind? You told me one kind, but you and I both know you have two favorites. Would you like to tell Jane what your answer was, or shall I pick one?"

Stan felt sick. His stomach flipped over several times. Denise was going to tell Jane that he wanted to fuck her -- his own daughter.

"No! No, I'll tell her!"

"Dad, what? Favorite kind of what?"

Stan buried his face in his hands. He couldn't look at her when he said what he was going to say. He was already mortified, and it was only going to get worse. "My favorite porn, Jane. Favorite porn." His voice was weak, and muffled by his hands covering his face.

"I like to watch... god help me... public masturbation."

The shame he felt was intense. He wanted to curl up in a ball and die. Jane just stood there, not sure what was going on. After a few seconds, Denise spoke. "Jane, you love your dad, right? He needs your help. He wants to experience public masturbation for himself, but he needs your help ...