Julie arrives.

I deliberately didn’t tell dad or fuck him till completion the rest of the morning. Around 12:30, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” I said, jumping up from between my father’s legs where I was dutifully sucking his cock.

“Kimmie, you’re naked,” he said as I pranced towards the door.

“I know, but I know who it is,” I said.

He looked confused momentarily before I opened the door and Julie stepped into the house. “Hey, Kimmie’s dad,” she said. “Kimmie suggested I stop by today to hear about this sex club.”

Dad smiled, stroking his big cock, “**** club,” he corrected, and I saw Julie squeeze her legs together. “Kimmie, pour us some drinks while I get Julie ready.”

“Yes, daddy,” I said sweetly as I pranced into the kitchen.

When I returned with three glasses of rose, I saw Julie naked on her back on the couch. I had been gone less than a minute. Dad was between her legs. “Oh, Jesus fuck, your old man knows how to eat a girl.”

I smiled and put the glasses down before moving to sit in the armchair. “Kimmie,” my father said as he pulled his face back from Julie’s smooth black cunt. “In my office, the top drawer on the right is a copy of the contract for me to take Julie through it.”

I nodded, “On it dad, and Julie, don’t say yes while I’m out of the room,” I teased.

When I got back, they had shifted position, Julie was between his legs like I had been only minutes earlier. “This thing is a masterpiece,” she said. “I can’t even take half of it down my throat.”

Dad half laughed, half groaned, “Well, Kimmie can take all of it in her mouth,” he said. “But if you are ready, climb up here and talk contracts.”

“Yes, sir,” Julie said with a smile.

I watched as my friend mounted my father, guiding his cock into her cunt, it took a little effort for her to get the head into her, but once she did, she shuddered, “Oh fuck, I’ve never been this stretched, this thing is going to ruin me.”

I handed them their drinks and knelt behind Julie’s arse before leaning in and starting to suck on Dad’s gigantic balls. “Oh, Kimmie, I love it when you suck my nuts.”

Julie slowly worked down his cock, pausing every few moments to get accustomed. “Ok,” she panted, “So, tell me about all this.”

Dad smiled before sucking on one of Julie’s tits. She moaned and held his head in place, quivering on his cock. After a moment, Dad pulled back. “So, the general idea is that there are a couple of clauses you can negotiate. Kimmie chose 2b and 14a. Clause 2 is about limitations.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her down just a little more. Julie’s eyes rolled back as she swore in pleasure. “2a prevents us from modifying you without your consent, we can suggest things, but it is entirely up to you. 2b, you wave that right, and we can do whatever we like, modify you with surgery, tattoos, piercings to suit our desire, as long as the majority of the group agree.”

Julie bit her lip before saying, “Yeah, I get it. Kimmie is going to get surgically altered to be your perfect slut.”

Dad moaned, “Yep, that also includes fertility and hormone treatment,” I pulled back from his balls and sucked my finger to lubricate it before slowly pushing it into Julie’s arsehole.

“God damn,” she shuddered and came on my father, her skin breaking out in gooseflesh. “Warn a girl next time. You know what fingering my arse does to me.”

I smiled and explained to Dad, “When Mark wants to do something he doesn’t think Julie will agree to he fingers her arse while fucking her, and she says yes, no matter what it is.”

Julie nodded in agreement, her body still tense, “Remember when he wanted to fuck me over the unit balcony when there was a party across from us?”

I laughed, “Yeah, so many guys tried to get your number.”

Dad ignored us and continued, as professionally as he could, “And 14 is about recourse; 14a means you agree to no other forms of recourse than are in the contract. Compensation for injuries, pregnancy etc. are in there. It denies you the opportunity to renegotiate terms etc. 14b allows you to renegotiate things, within limits.”

Julie continued to ride his cock and my finger, and slowly I added a second to her arsehole, “Oh God, Kimmie, really,” she said, “So what if I wanted to agree but wanted to stay on the pill?”

Dad shook his head, “All our slaves are fertile, no pill, no condom.”

I heard Julie moan, “Come on, there has got to be some leeway?”

Dad laughed, pulling her deeper onto his cock, and I felt her body relax. When Julie was in the throws of passion, she would commonly become limp, her body as soft as a ragdoll as Mark or I pleased her. “Well, we have, once in the past, the Sophia clause, had a slightly different contract. Pete, Kimmie’s uncle, his daughter knew about the club and had no interest in joining it; however, for Pete’s 40th, she asked him what he wanted, and he told her she should at least try the club. They negotiated a different contract against the club’s rules.” Dad paused a moment to pull her deeper onto him, and Julie shook. Her arms fell from his shoulders as her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Wait, I have a cousin called Sophia?” I asked, still not putting everything together.

Dad laughed, “Yeah, you have a few relations you have never met. Sophia was born to one of our slaves.” I pulled my fingers out of her arse and moved around behind the couch to watch. “Their deal was simple, one month, no modification, no medication, no going off the pill, no brand. If Sophia asked to leave in that time, there would be no questions, and she would be free to leave.”

“The following month, to the day, Pete, me and two others from the club were fucking Sophia. At about 11 o’clock, she stopped us, we thought it was all over. Instead, she said, ‘If I don’t say no now, you’re going to brand me, aren’t you, daddy?’” Julie was shaking and cumming over my father constantly. She wasn’t fucking him anymore; it was all dad, lifting and dropping her onto his cock. “Pete said he would, and to our surprise, she told us she had stopped taking the pill earlier in the week and that she didn’t want to be modified.” Dad was panting, and I recognised he was going to cum. “She then asked, ‘Daddy, do you really want to make your daughter a sex **** to the group? Because if you do, I will sign tonight, with clauses 2a, 14a and 18b.’ Well, Pete came right there, he wasn’t even inside her, and he spurted across the floor.”

“18b?” I asked.

“No exit clause,” he said.

I heard Julie ****. It happened sometimes, when she was in the throws of an orgasm, **** on her own saliva as her body didn’t even remember to swallow or sometimes breathe.

“Fuck,” she groaned, “Ok, 2b, 14b and 18,” Julie didn’t get to finish as I slapped her as hard as I could.

She literally fell off of dad’s lap, hitting the couch and rolling onto the floor. “What the actual fuck Kimmie?” he screamed at me.

I leant in towards him, “Trust me, daddy, she asked me to make sure that she didn’t sign anything tonight, I know Julie, she’s hooked, but if she agreed tonight, she would regret it.”

Julie struggled to her feet; her legs were weak with pleasure, “Jesus, Kim, did you have to hit me so hard?” she asked.

I shrugged as I watched her eyes lock onto my dad’s cock. “You asked me to,” I told her.

She was rubbing her face as she sat on the couch beside dad, “Thanks, I guess,” she said. “Did you know about 18b?” she asked me.

I shook my head. “It didn’t exist before that night,” dad said, “although it is incredible to know that a woman is giving themselves to the group for life. It’s much hotter, at least for me, to know that she has the option to leave and chooses not to.”

Julie was still staring at my father’s cock. “Alright, I’m not agreeing to anything tonight.” She said, pointing at me but not taking her eyes off my father’s meat. But damn, that all sounds hot.”

Dad laughed, “You said 2b. Would you like to know how I would modify you?”

Julie moaned, “No, no, if I agree to this, I would want it to all be a surprise,” she said. She looked in my direction, “My face is going to fucking bruise.”

I laughed, “You see my split lip? That was from Dad turkey slapping me.”

Julie laughed, “Alright, Frank,” she said to my father, “it’s very tempting, but I need to talk to a lawyer about this,” she said.

Dad laughed, “You have a lawyer friend who will be open-minded enough for this?” he asked.

Julie shrugged, “I have a friend at uni, doing a doctorate in law; he’s been trying to get in my pants for about nine months. I’m sure I can convince him to advise me.”

Dad nodded, “Alright,” he grabbed the contract and handed it to Julie, “get your legal advice, and we’ll talk. But for the rest of tonight,” he left the question unfinished.

Julie smiled, “I may not be your **** right now, but I know who is,” she looked in my direction.

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