Chapter 0 - Tom Comes Home after a Long Day at the Office

"I'm ho-ome!"

Tom put down his briefcase and put his jacket on a hanger, then patted his wife Karen on the head. As always when he got home from work she was kneeling beside the door, smiling and delighted to see him. When he kicked his shoes off and turned to face her she unzipped him and opened her mouth to receive his cock. He reached down to fondle one of her breasts through her blouse. When he was fully erect he put one hand on her head and started to fuck her mouth, first with quick shallow thrusts, then slowing down and pushing down her throat. Even when he felt her gag she didn't protest or try to pull back but let him do as he wanted.

This was the high point of Tom's day. Even the most hellish day at the office was instantly forgotten the moment he had his wife's mouth around his cock, her blue eyes looking up at him, knowing she would give him any pleasure he wanted.

When he started to come close he pulled out and stroked himself fast while Karen unbuttoned her blouse and offered her breasts up to him. Thinking back on what a prude she had been before he had her chipped always made them an even more exciting sight and Tom came quickly, shooting several long spurts of cum over her face and chest before going in between her lips again, letting her milk out the last few drops into her mouth. She squeezed his cock gently with one hand while she smeared his cum over her chest with the other.

"Thanks, hon. You'd better go get cleaned up before dinner."

She swallowed his sperm, then nodded and rose to her feet, sauntering off towards the downstairs bathroom. Tom's gaze lingered on her as she walked.

Zipping up as he walked into the living room Tom found his youngest daughter Tina in front of the tv, reclining naked on the sofa with one hand between her legs.

"Oh, hi Daddy! I didn't hear you come in."

She flashed him a quick smile before going back to watching what Tom vaguely recognized as one of her classmates being fucked by what he assumed was one of their professors. The punk-haired girl was bent over a desk in front of a whiteboard with her leather skirt around her ankles as a man in his thirties fucked her hard from behind. The scene had obviously been shot with a cell phone from the second row as the picture was shaky and sometimes a head or other filming phone intruded.

Tom sat down on the sofa and pulled her head onto his lap, stroking her blonde curls as she continued to masturbate.

"Is this from today?"

She nodded. "Uh-huh."

"That's, what's her name, Judy? Julie?"

"Jackie. You've fucked her like four times. You really should have learned her name by now."

Tom fondled his daughter's small, pointy breasts as she continued to rub her sex slowly.

"But you have so many classmates. I can't remember all of them."

His voice was teasing and she made a face, but then they both laughed. Tina climbed up on Tom's lap, and he used his own hand to take over for her own, slowly caressing her soft, warm pussy, bare and already slick with her juices. They watched the screen together where the professor had grabbed hold of Jackie's pink tresses as he slammed into her again and again, grunting as he came inside his student.

"Is there anything else good on there?"

Tom pressed lightly on Tina's clit as he nuzzled her neck, sliding his lips over the tiny flap of skin that covered her chip slot. She moaned and wrapped herself around him for a moment, then reached for her phone when he moved his hand up to her breast, massaging it while she flipped between movie clips.

He idly thought back to the time before the chips, when he had been trapped in a loveless marriage with Karen and his daughters had become resentful strangers. Back then he had been overcome with shame every time he as much as thought of one of their friends as attractive, and could never bring himself to consider Tina and Cassie as sexual beings. These days he considered the old Tom an idiot who lucked into the right circumstances - working his way up from accountant to regional sales manager had required a series of ruthless maneuvers and sometimes distasteful alliances that Old Tom would never have dared try, but New Tom was bold, cunning, and rather more morally flexible - not to mention in possession of a much greater sexual capacity and stamina. Hormone control was truly a wonderful thing.

Applying for the first series of in-house chip tests was the only good thing Old Tom had done as far as New Tom was concerned.

Once he found the right contacts getting slightly modified chips for his family had been a piece of cake. As more and more people were chipped the old taboos and rules were dissolved anyway, but Tom had been among the first.

Tina had finally found the right clip and put it up on the big screen. This one had slightly better picture quality, probably because the phone seemed to be propped up against something so it was steady, and there was more light. Tina herself was the first person to come into view, her face filling the screen as she checked the camera. When she stepped back and to the side the scene resolved into a dorm room with two beds, one desk (with the camera presumably placed on a second) a tv in one corner and some posters on the walls. It was pretty messy, with clothes on the floor and books and papers stacked everywhere.

Tina was as naked there as she was now, and she made a little twirl for the camera before a second person coming into view. Tom recognized her as Clara, a tall, athletic black girl with tightly cropped hair and a quite impressive pair of tits. She hadn't visited with them yet, but she had featured in several of Tina's other little amateur productions.

This time she was fully dressed, a tight, low-cut top showing off the curve of her breasts while a pair of tight, washed-out jeans did the same for her long legs and nicely rounded bubble-butt. She turned to grab hold of Tina and kissed her demandingly, squeezing her naked ass as she pulled her head back.

On the sofa Tina pulled Tom's hand down between her legs again and be began to rub her sex with slow, rotating motions. She sighed contentedly, lightly resting her hand on his arm.

Clara pushed Tina down onto one of the beds, then dug around on the other until she came up with a thick, slightly floppy rubber cock with some straps attached. She held it close to the camera for a few seconds, showing off the veined texture and how thick it really was - when she held it in one hand there was well over an inch between her fingertips. She tossed Tina a tube of lube she picked up from behind the camera before stepping into the harness and tightening it over her jeans. As the Tina on the screen spread lube on her hands and then between her legs the one in Tom's arms moved his hand to make the same motions and he obliged, imitating her as best he could.

When Clara stepped up to the bed Tina reached for the dildo but the black girl slapped her hands away.

"I want the natural stuff." She pushed Tina down on her knees, then put the rubber cock in front of her face. Tina opened her mouth but Clara didn't let her take it in right away, instead rubbing it against her lips and over her face. Tina looked up at her, sometimes moving to suck the toy and getting a slap from it as a warning to not get greedy.

"You'll get your fill soon enough." Clara grabbed hold of the kneeling girl's hair and made her spit on the pink cock before sliding it over her face.

After a few minutes of this she let Tina take the tip between her lips, then slowly pushed deeper and deeper, not stopping until she had forced the whole shaft down Tina's bulging throat. Tom felt Tina squirm on his lap and wrapped one arm tightly around her as he pushed his middle,finger inside her pussy. She gasped, then moaned softly as he slid his finger in and out while they both watched her on-screen self struggle to hold all of the long, thick cock, tears forced from her eyes. When Clara relented and pulled out both Tinas gasped as the dildo finally slipped free of her lips, a thick string of saliva hanging between the tip of the dildo and tv-Tina's chin. Tom pushed his finger in all the way, pressing the heel of his hand against her mound.

Clara didn't give Tina much time to catch her breath. After a couple of seconds of panting breaths Tina's mouth was again filled with the thick rubber toy. This time Clara fucked her mouth roughly, holding Tina's head in a firm grasp as she pushed her hips against her face. The real Tina was rubbing herself against Tom's hand now, and he contented himself by meeting her thrusts with his hand while kissing her neck and shoulder.

After once more pushing the strap-on dow Tina's throat Clara pulled it all the way out, then pulled Tina to her feet only to spin her around and push her down on the bed. She went up to the phone on the desk and brought it with her, continuing to film as she spread Tina's legs and slapped the rubber cock against her ass, then guided it to her pussy.

At that point Tom lifted Tina off his lap and laid her down over the low table in front of the sofa, grabbing her a pillow which she pulled under herself. When on-screen Tina reached down between her legs to help guide the thick dildo into her, Tom had pulled down his pants and imitated Clara's actions on the screen, entering his daughter's pussy as they both watched the film. Tom's cock didn't have the impressive girth of the toy Clara used, but he knew his daughter - when to keep pushing her, when to slow down, when to be rough, when to be gentle. Now he used that knowledge to its full advantage.

As the Tina who got roughly fucked on the screen squealed and gasped, the real Tina asked her daddy to fuck her harder. Tom obliged, but not right away. At first he kept going at a slow, steady pace, and only when she was reduced to begging did he put one hand on her shoulder and the other pulling her head back by her hair, thrusting deep inside her. When he saw she was close to coming he slowed down and reached in between her legs and rubbed her clit until she was right on the edge, then gripped her hips with both hands and fucked her hard and fast. She cried out as she came, neither of them seeing the screen as the sensations in the present took them over completely.

When she came down Tom was still hard. He reached for her phone and with some fumbling managed to get back to the beginning of the clip. Tina caught his meaning and knelt down before him with her mouth open. Tom put his cock on her outstretched tongue, and she quickly started sucking him. Soon she had all of his shaft down her throat and he once more imitated Clara on the tv screen and gripped his daughter's head hard, fucking her mouth as he came, shooting his load of cum straight down her throat.

He collapsed back onto the sofa, Tina shifting after him to kneel between his legs and lick his softening shaft, her face smeared with tears, spit, and cum. They smiled at each other, and he stroked her hair as she placed soft kisses on his cock.

"Alright kitten. Dinner's in half an hour."

"Okay Daddy!"

She gave hm a quick hug before going to get cleaned up.

Tom went upstairs, finding his older daughter Cassandra in her bedroom. She was kneeling on her bed, spreading herself open as she fucked herself with a black rubber cock.

"Are you busy with your show?"

Cassie smiled and waved him inside, then turned to speak into the microphone by her computer.

"Hey everyone, this is Tom, my dad! Dad, do you want to join me?"

Tom waved at the camera.

"Sure, if your audience won't disapprove?"

"You won't mind watching my dad fuck me, will you?"

The only reply from the computer was a series of jangling sounds that Tom assumed meant his daughter had not only gained approval for the idea but also some more tips.

Tom climbed up on his daughter's bed and flipped her down onto her back, pulling his shirt off while she positioned herself to receive him, raising her hips and spreading her legs. As her pussy was already prepared from her masturbation with the dildo he could push all the way inside her in one smooth motion.

"Oh Daddy, that feels so good!"

Cassandra looked up at Tom as he grabbed her hips and thrust inside her at a slow, steady pace. Her gaze locked on his face even as her eyes grew misty and lost focus.

"Do you like fucking me, Daddy? Does my pussy feel good around your cock?"

Tom grinned and reached for her breast, kneading it against her chest, forcing a gasp from her lips.

"Always, baby."

She closed her eyes, a wide smile on her face as her father fucked her slowly... then slower still... then stopping completely. She looked up, confusion in her blue eyes. Tom grinned down at her, tweaking her stiff nipple with his fingers, making her gasp again.

"You don't expect me to do all the work, do you?"

His smile was teasing, his fingers insistent on her skin. She groaned, then wrapped her legs around him and pulled herself against him. She pouted, clasping her hands over his on her breasts.

"C'mon Daddy. Don't you want to fuck me anymore?"

Tom growled, his desire for his beautiful, lusty daughter overcoming him. He pushed her down on the bed and lifted her legs onto his shoulders, then thrust deep into her. Cassie cried out as her father's cock filled her up, his hands holding her as he plunged into her again and again. Tom moved faster and faster, close to orgasm as his daughter's pussy spasmed around his cock, her body trembling as she came. He pushed her face to one side, turning it towards the webcam on her computer, showing it to everyone watching.

The thought of all those strangers watching them, watching him fuck his daughter, making her cum on his cock... He came hard, gasping as he shot his load inside her, filling her up with his cum. His cock was still twitching inside her when he pulled her up to kiss her. They stayed like that for several minutes, his cock slowly softening inside her as she clung to him through kiss after soft, loving kiss.

When he laid her down and pulled out she turned back to her webcam, spreading her legs to her audience to show them his sperm slowly dripping out of her, which provoked more jangling sounds.

"Dinner is in ten minutes so you'd better sign off."

"You heard the man. See you later!"

Cassie turned the camera off and followed Tom to the bathroom. When he stepped into the shower she joined him, looking up at him expectantly.

Maybe dinner could wait a little.