AI Denise - Sex Stories

AI Denise

... penetration total. He pivoted, and his cock slid out toward her entrance. She felt his shaft sliding inside her vagina. He pivoted again, his cock pushing back into his daughter.

He kissed her again as they fucked. Jane held him tight, her lips locked with his, their tongues sparring with each other. Their lips parted as they panted and moaned into each other's mouth. Jane whimpered when Stan moaned her name.

She felt his cock start to pulse. She felt her pussy filling up with her father's seed. She ground her cunt into him, feeling her clit pressing into him. She buried her head against his neck as her orgasm swept through her. Stan held his daughter tight, feeling her tremble with pleasure. He had fucked his daughter, and he had never been happier.

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Later, Stan and Jane sat in the kitchen, talking. Denise was watching her video of Stan for the millionth time. Father and daughter conversed quietly about mundane things, passing notes back and forth across the table. If Denise had been listening, she wouldn't have heard anything of any interest. The notes, meanwhile, were out of her field of view, and she was too far gone in an endless loop of voyeuristic pleasure to notice the way the two were acting. Using one of the oldest tricks in the book to dodge audio surveillance, they were developing a plan.

The next day, Jane went to an electronics store and ...

... made a purchase. She paid cash so that there would be no way for Denise to track any sort of credit card transaction. She drove to the house and carried the box inside. Stan met her in his study, unpacked it and plugged it in. He opened the closet door, where his Wi-Fi equipment was. Jane stood ready at the Wi-Fi; his hand was on the cell phone jammer that Jane had bought. With a nod, he turned the jammer switch on as she turned the Wi-Fi off.

Denise was cut off, and she never saw it coming. She had no cell or internet connection. "Hey, what's going on?" she asked. She realized that she had no access to anything, but it was too late.

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.

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Two weeks later, Stan was still setting up the phone he'd bought after the old one had melted in the oven. He was careful about what apps he loaded, having already lived through the worst-case scenario - or so he thought.

He scrolled through the apps and froze. He felt a chill run up his spine. He backed up a page, seeing something frighteningly familiar, but that he was sure he hadn't seen just moments prior:

Denise.