sperm. On the other hand, Tricia was still jiggling. She also licked up all the semen that was on her body, but she took the whole thing in a more humorous vein.
'Was it good, girls?' asked Sue, with a wry grin on her face.
'Was it ever!' chirped Tricia. Her perky tits bounced back and forth. She had the body of a full grown woman, but her mind was not yet up to snuff. Still, she was an exquisite specimen of femaleness. Her huge tits were full, with not a hint of sag, and her smooth round ass was round and broad, squished as it was against the cool tile on the bottom of the Roman style bath tub. 'Nice,' added Daphne. She licked her red lips slowly, and winked at her father. Hamilton was again out of it. He had wanted to retain control over the situation, because he wanted to present a strong father image to his daughters, but it seemed as if the women were winning out over him after all. He was nothing but a helpless pawn in their games of rivalry. But, on the other hand, he was getting the full benefit of all of this competition. What more could a man want? He thought about what his friend Jerry had told him, a long time ago. Jerry owned a topless bar, and Hamilton had asked him what he wanted out of life.
'What do I want out of life?' guffawed Jerry, 'I'll tell you what I want out of life. The men who come into my bar have their shoes shined, a clean suit on, and a wallet full of money. When they come into my place, they keep the floor clean, they don't fight because they don't want to ruin their suits, and they spend their money. Now I take this money, I make sure I get three square meals a day, three blow-jobs a night, and a color TV. Now you tell me, what else could a man want? Eh?' Jerry had said. On reflecting, Hamilton didn't have a better answer.
Now Hamilton sat in the tub, thinking about this conversation. What else could he want? He had everything, including six color TV's, and he had three beautiful women sucking his cock for as long as he could stand. Hamilton smiled. He was a happy man. He should have given Jerry more credit in the first place, for his accurate, though somewhat crude insights.
Sue Carson was the first to take control over matters, after this orgy of lust. She patted Daphne and Tricia on their rumps, and told them to leave the tub.
'Aww, gee,' started Tricia, but Hamilton gave her an angry stare. 'Tricia, do as Sue tells you,' he said. 'We have some important business to discuss,' he winked stupidly at Sue.
The two girls left the room, and stalked up to their bedroom. They were once again angry at Sue Carson. Who did that bitch think she was? She had no right to take over her father's life like she was doing. Just because she knew how to suck didn't give her the right to order them around, like she was their mother or something. But while they were grumbling, Sue was busy downstairs, working on their father. She was certainly a conniving little bitch.
'Did you like that, Hamilton?' asked Sue. She had a way of gaining men's favor. She knew that all men's reactions stem from the feelings lodged in their cocks. Accordingly, she kept her hands on Hamilton's cock. Even though he had just been brought to a groaning orgasm, he still responded to her gentle patting and fondling.
'Very nice,' he replied.
'Hamilton?' she asked again, increasing the pressure on his penis, to a gentle beat.
'What?' he said.
'Don't you think it's a bad idea?'
'What idea?' he said angrily. What the hell did this bitch want out of him, anyway?
'Fooling around with those two daughters of yours. I know that they're very sexy and all, but isn't it dangerous for a man of your position to be fucking around with his own children? I mean, you could pervert them for the rest of their lives!'
'Who the hell do you think you are?' asked Hamilton angrily. 'I'll do whatever the fuck I want with them. They're my daughters, aren't they?'
'Sure, they're your daughters, but you could be perverting them horribly. What will they do when they realize that they can't fuck their father for the rest of their lives? You can't screw them up that way! They'll hate you for it later!' insisted Sue.
'Look, I don't give a shit about it. I'll do what I want, when I want! Is that clear?' said Hamilton loudly, Sue was getting him angry. Who was she to butt into his affairs?
'No, it's not clear. You had better listen to me, or you might just get in a lot of trouble,' she said, with a menacing tone in her voice.
'And what's that supposed to mean, Miss High and Mighty? You're a fine person to be moralizing. Who got them started fucking and sucking other women? Who are you to tell me how to raise my own daughters?' he insisted. He was getting quite displeased with this slut. He figured that he might even ask her to leave. I mean, who needed a slut like Sue telling him what to do? She was merely a pest. He was sick of her.
'I'll do whatever I want with my daughters. You just remember your place!' he said.
'I won't. I'll do whatever I want, and I'll say whatever I want!' yelped Sue. 'From now on, buddy, I'm not going to take anymore orders from you. You're going to be in for a terrible surprise!' she hissed. Just wait till he found out about those pictures!
'I don't know what you mean, but you're fired. I'm not going to take anymore shit from a stupid bitch like you,' said Hamilton. Sue Carson jumped up and started to run out of the room. Hamilton was right on her heels. He caught her by the hair, and brought her down with a flying tackle.
'That's not all you're going to get, young lady. I think a little spanking might be in order, I've taken enough insults from everyone. First, you come into my home and teach my daughters your own private brand of filth, then you insult me to my face. I'm going to teach you a lesson once and for all!'
'Don't you dare, don't you dare!' screamed Sue. Her arms and legs flailed wildly while Hamilton wrestled her to the floor. 'Don't you lay hands on me, you bastard!' she shrieked. Hamilton puffed deeply. He was having a hard time holding Sue Carson down. She was struggling like a banshee. He sat on top of her, forcing her down by sheer brute weight, while he looked around for something to restrain her with. His new bathrobe was hanging on a hook on the other side of the ornate, decorated bathroom. He grabbed Sue by the hair, and dragged her nude body across the room. Seizing the sash, he ripped it off the bathrobe, and began to wrap it around Sue Carson's wrists. 'Damn you! Stop that! Let me go!' she wailed.
'Not on your life, cunt,' bellowed Hamilton. He was starting to lose control of himself. He was normally a cool and collected, if lecherous man, but every once in a while he would lose his temper and go on a rampage. This was one of those times. The last time he had flown into such a rage was several years ago, when he had been attacked by two fruity characters in a bar. He didn't remember what had happened, but he did remember waking up with his fists all raw and bloody. One of his attackers was found with both arms broken in the street, and the other had run off, after trying to pick up the remainder of his teeth from the floor. It had been quite a lot of effort for Hamilton's lawyers to shut everyone up.
Sue was screaming and kicking, but now Hamilton had her hog-tied in a squealing bundle on the floor. He pulled her wrists, tied behind her back, way up to meet her feet, then he tied all four limbs together with a big knot behind her back. Now Sue Carson lay totally naked and helpless on the floor. She was on her stomach, rocking back and forth with her wet belly as the pivot point. She glared at Hamilton, and kept shrieking, using the most vile language she could conjure up. 'Alright, bitch, alright. I'll make you shut up!' raged Hamilton. He was turning red, like a Viking who was having a fit of the blood-lust. He was getting more and more incoherent, and he realized that he was losing touch with himself. Still, Sue Carson had really tried to provoke him, and now she was going to pay for it.
He stormed around the room, completely naked, his prick dangling and bouncing between his legs. Sue's screaming was driving him crazy. He took a wet washcloth, soaked with water and soap, and gave it a quick wringing over the tub. Sue's eyes widened in terror.
'What are you trying to do? What are you… mmmpphhh!!!' she blustered. Hamilton had jammed the wet washcloth into her mouth, then he took the sash from Tricia's bathrobe and wrapped it around Sue's head, fastening the washcloth in place. 'Mmmphhggghhhh!' she roared. She waggled her ass, and scraped her belly along the floor, but she was tied quite tightly. There would be no escape for her. Now she questioned the wisdom of her acts. She had intended to merely provoke Hamilton, then present him with her blackmail demands, but he had turned the tables on her. Now she was a helpless, gibbering captive. She didn't know what Hamilton would do next!
