Mikes Daughter’s

Mikes Daughter’s
by
Gail Holmes



Mike was a very influential man; he’d a large export business handed down by his father, with two daughters and a son he considered his family complete. He’d be away most of the weekdays, staying in a hotel in Mayfair a suburb of London.

Malcolm his son was a prison governor, he’d worked his way up through the ranks, his daughters well, if you could call them that; one was drop dead gorgeous, the other, well I don’t think any man would have like suggesting that she were of his loins. She didn’t even compare with Cinderella’s ugly sisters; one might think that if they made eye contact, they’d be turned to stone. Claire the beauty of the two feeling sad for her sister always ignoring her ugliness, she’d never had boyfriends as such, and was envious of Claire with her beautiful figure and stunning looks. Very rarely did she go out, certainly not to nightclubs or any such venue; the thought of going out with Claire, well it would only make her ugliness more prominent, the fat just rolled off her, it’s as much as she could do to wipe herself, even her chin was treble.

Claire had made a date to meet up with her brother, in town. Malcolm was a little unsettled by her proposal, not quite understanding her need to see him on his own, he visited their home at least once a week, as to why the cloak and dagger suggestion intrigued him.




“So what’s all this about then?” Malcolm questioned as he sat down with Claire, taking the contents of the tray and placing them onto the table. The bistro was a favourite of them both; often they’d visit it, but never in this undercover way.

“It’s Sammy, I’m worried about her!” Claire replied.

“Worried in what way?”

“Well, she’s never had a boyfriend; let alone sex! I know she’s really craving for it. Often she’s asked me what it’s like. Ok, she has her arsenal of sex toys, but to be honest they’re nothing like the real thing!”

Malcolm smiled at this remark. “I take it you’ve tried them all then?” He quizzed.

“I’m not jesting, she really needs a man; I feel really sorry for her!”

Malcolm pulled his teacup closer to him as he spoke. “What are you suggesting, why have you asked me to come here; you want me to offer my services?”

Malcolm was now happily married with two children, with his own house.

“Not your services as such, it’s you’re profession that appeals to the problem!”

“In what way!” Malcolm replied, taking another sip from his tea.

“Well you have many a man that would jump at the chance to have sex; that I’m sure of?”

“If your suggesting what I think you are, how do you propose this to happen. I know she’s our sister, but she’s not everyman’s idea of an attractive girl is she? I can’t see any man lusting after her!”

“I have a proposal to run past you, I don’t know as to what your thoughts would be. I know she’s not attractive by a long chalk, but what I have in mind might just work?”

“Claire, forgive me; really even if she was the last woman on earth, and as much as some of my inmates would give their eye tooth for a good sex session, I can’t see any of them taking up the offer!”

“Please Malcolm hear me out, this suggestion could work. It’s for our sister, she can’t help her looks!”

“Ok, lead on; let hear this proposal of yours!” He grinned.
“You often take prisoners out don’t you?”

“Only if they’ve been good boys!” He smiled.

“I’m trying to be serious Malcolm. This is a chance for our sister to get laid!”

“Sorry!” He replied, trying to keep the grin from his face.

“Right you bring him to our house. But please make sure that he doesn’t understand as to where it is!” Malcolm nodded at this implication. “ When he gets there he only sees me; I’ll be dressed in something alluring. You take him up to the bedroom and then blindfold him, lying him out on the bed; then Sammy comes in and takes over!”

“You really think he’d not know the difference between the two of you? Come on Claire, the guy would sense the difference straight away, he’d only have to touch her and he’d shy away, she’s build like a battleship!”

“Not if he could be restrained in some way?”

“You mean tie him down?”

“Well if he couldn’t feel her then he’d not recognize the dissimilarity of us both!”

“What you’re suggesting, yes I can see it working. But he’d have to have a good insight of you before he was blindfolded. I can see it working this way!”

“So if I tied him down and then blindfolded him you’d let us try it?” Claire pleaded.

“Doe’s Sammy know anything of this?” Malcolm inquired.

“Nothing, I’ve not even suggested it to her. But I sure she’d play along with the idea, if she knew she’d get laid!”

“I think it better to say it would be the guy that got laid, he’d have to really imagine it was you working on him, I can assure you of that!”

“I understand this, when it’s all over and finished with I’d take the blindfold off of him, and it would only be me whom he sees” Claire grinned. “So you’ll do it then?”

“You’d better put Sammy wise to the idea!”

“She’ll not turn it down, if you knew our sister like I do she’ll jump at the chance!”








Sammy was over the moon with the idea; she didn’t even think that the guy would be thinking of her sister at the time.

“You’d have to keep quite though!” Claire implied.

“Quite!” Sammy questioned.

“Sammy, I’ve heard you with those toys of yours, this will be the real thing!”

“Surely the guy will understand that I’m enjoying it, we wouldn’t want him to think I’m not taking pleasure from him! I’ve heard you when you’ve brought a fella home?”

Claire knew she’d have to leave her sister to it when the time came, even though she sounded more like an animal when she was in orgasm with her toys. Claire and Malcolm arranged a time for the visit to take place. He’d made sure that Claire had adequate restraints, assuring that the prisoner wouldn’t be able to move or do a runner.

Malcolm could only hope that Claire’s inspiration would work, he knew his sister was a fuckable choice of any man, but would he sense the difference. Sammy could put a guy off sex for life should he have wisdom to know the difference between the two girls.

The given day came; Sammy was over the moon, it was agreed that the prisoner would stay the weekend, or at least Saturday and Sunday, Sammy’s spare bedroom was not unlike the prison that the inmate was actually residing at, the bed was a single, being of metal framing allowing special restraints to be implied. Needless to say Sammy was kept absolutely out of view; as both Claire and her brother realised that the man might well deduce something amiss if she’d been allowed within the vicinity. Claire had dressed in the skimpiest mini skirt, with a near see-through blouse, her long blonde hair over one shoulder. As the prisoner entered the house she flaunted herself as she walked around him; his eyes never left her. She could imagine that his cock was restricted within his trousers his look alone enlightened her that he was taking delight in the sight before him.

“Christ! You’re a sight for sore eyes!” He stated smiling toward Claire.

Claire walked up to him as he stood with his hands securely cuffed behind him. She reached out with her hand clutching his manhood, what she’d assumed had been right his cock was in a strengthened state, even she seemed to melt at the size of the organ she held, thinking of as to how lucky her sister would be, he was an attractive man, looking every bit the lover that he was going to be.

“So you think you could satisfy me then!” She smiled up into his blue eyes.

“Should I have the chance Miss; you can be assured of that!” He smiled with a wanting expression on his face.

Claire began to feel somewhat frustrated, she herself would have liked to take him on, whether it be that she knew he’d no control over himself being held secure by her brother and also cuffed from behind she couldn’t tell.

“Take him upstairs!” Claire stated with an air of demand in her voice.

Malcolm turned the prisoner and headed for the stairway to the bedroom with Claire following close behind

“Is this some kind of joke?” The prisoner asked. “ I can’t believe this in happening?”

Once they’d climbed the stairs, Malcolm edged the prisoner into the small bedroom, although not sparsely decorated; it suited the objective admirably. He moved towards the small bed, gesturing the prisoner to sit.

Claire watched as Malcolm removed his handcuffs then pushing him back down onto the bed, the prisoner looked up at him when he took his hands and tied them to the rail each side. “I’d hardly think I’m going to do a runner with her in mind!” He implied with a smile.

Claire moved toward him, lucky for her he was wearing just tracksuit bottoms and a T-shirt, she slowly started to drag the tracksuit bottoms down over his legs; he’d not been wearing underpants; his cock immediately stood up firmly. Again she felt she was missing out, she turned towards Malcolm as she started to remove her skirt.

“I’d be grateful if you would blindfold him, there’s no need for him to see any more of me!” She requested.

Once blindfolded Claire knew she’d just have to hold the majestic cock for herself, her fingers just reached around its girth. It was then that Sammy came into the room’ she was mesmerised by the sight before her, never had she seen a rampant cock in real terms, pictures or movies yes. She was amazed at the spectacle; Claire was rubbing his cock up and down with her hand. Malcolm left as soon as he realised that Sammy was getting undressed, that was a sight he didn’t need.

Sammy moved in beside the bed taking over from Claire as she stepped aside, clutching he’s cock in one hand she leaned over taking the raging organ up into her mouth.

“Ye God’s, hell that feels good!” The prisoner exclaimed, sensing her lips go over the helmet

Sammy had never given a blowjob, but she was pleased with his justification. Nevertheless, she needed this cock like there was no tomorrow and clambered up onto the bed, putting her legs aside his slim body, gradually lowered herself over him. Claire knew that there was no way that her sister could reach between her legs to aid his cock. The matted hair between Sammy’s legs was enough to turn any man off; Claire was pleased she’d had the prisoner blindfolded. Taking hold of his cock she aimed it toward her sisters moist pussy as she hovered above it.

Sammy drew in a deep breath as she felt its head enter her; she lowed slowly making sure that her body never made contact with his. She reached out taking Claire by the hand with a broad grin on her face, she wanted to speak but knew better of it.

The prisoner sensed her tightness, not realising he was to be her first; he tried to buck his hips but his restraints held him tightly. Claire felt sure that if the prisoner could sense the scene before him, he’d more than likely throw-up; it was not a pretty one. Sammy’s dark matted hair clung to his cock every time she withdrew, her pussy lips were basically flaps where she’d abused herself over the years with her so called toys.

However, Sammy was taking more than enjoyment from him, his cock felt more like a fairies wand inside her, it seemed to touch all the right nerve ends. Orgasm was upon her, placing her hands down each side of him, she eased herself back onto the majestic rod, then let out a low moan, thankfully the prisoner didn’t sense the manly tone. Suddenly she started to buck her self back and forth in violent movements, making sure that her sizeable arse never made contact with him, her breathing was now becoming laboured with the effort she was propelling on her huge body as she lunged onto his cock.

For the restrained prisoner, he was enjoying every minute of it, he had Claire clearly in his mind, he desperately wanted to reach up and caress her body. Mates back at the jail would never believe his words, what would they give to fuck such a raving beauty; what had he done to deserve such gratification, he couldn’t believe as to how tight her pussy held him, it was literally sucking the life’s sperm from of him. Trouble was he’d no control over his inner sensations, with such a beautiful girl fucking him at such an alarming rate, knowing only to well he’d blow before very much longer. He couldn’t envisage as to why she wanted him blindfolded, what had she to be so shy about.

Sammy sensed the warm fiery spurts that were being pumped up inside her body, but she still continued with her fucking movements, not realising now that the pleasure had turned to the uncomforting sensation that men often have after they have ejaculated.

He knew he could say nothing; let her take her pleasures from him, she’d done him proud; he’d been wanking for the last ten years or so. Slowly his cock waned, sensing its floppiness within her pussy Sammy lifted from it climbing steadily off the bed, aided by Claire.

Claire literally had to help her to a chair so that she could get dressed, she was glad when she’d pulled her knickers back on, one could hardly call the panties, more like knickers from rent-a-tent At least now she knew that her sister had had her man; she looked back toward their captive, he’s chest heaved with exhaustion. When Sammy had left the room Claire ran her hands through her hair as to ruffle it, then went over to remove his blindfold.

“Hell Miss, that was really great!” He smiled up to her.

Claire did wonder as to what he’s reaction would have been should he have known the truth of the matter.

“Glad to hear it!”

“Would there be a next time, if so I’m looking forward to it. But why me?”

Claire looked down at his cock it suddenly flinched as he spoke, she’d have loved to sit astride him, although ample in size she had much bigger, at this moment in time it would have served her purpose admirably.

“Maybe later, we have to get you fed!” She smiled down at him.

Malcolm came back into the room when Claire had left; he looked at his prisoner lying naked on the bed, his cock gradually regaining its strength.

“Hell Governor, what did I do to deserve such pleasures, and why me?”

“Just you make sure you keep out of trouble and there could be more!” Malcolm replied.

“Of that you can be sure! But why the blindfold Gov, what had she got that I shouldn’t see. She not a shemale is she?”

Little did he know that Miss Michelin herself had just fucked him? That was Malcolm’s name for her in his own mind.

“She’s just a little shy if you like, as long as she gave you a good innings I’m sure you’re not complaining are you!”

“You have it in one Gov!”







Sammy was still sitting in the kitchen when Claire came down the stairs.

“God sis, how can I ever thank you, well both of you come to that!”

“That good then?” Claire smiled.

“Much better than I’d have expected, are they all that size?”

“More or less, when are you going to take him on again?” Claire mused.

“Well to be honest I still haven’t got over the last session, God, he made me sweat!”

“Don’t go so wild at it, he’s here till tomorrow?”

“I should like to sleep with him!” Sammy smiled.

“Now you know there’s no chance of that, who do you think in his mind he was being fucked by?”

“Why you of course! But I do see your point! Can I have him again before I go to bed?”

“I see why not, but we’ll still have to go through the same procedures!”

“I understand that fully!”

“You’d better go out soon as we’ll have to feed him!” Claire implied. “D’you want a cuppa before you go, I’ll have to make him and Malcolm one?”

“No, I think a bit of fresh air will help me get my airways back”




Malcolm and his charge came back down the stairs about fifteen minutes after Sammy had left.

“I’d like to express my thanks Miss, I found it very enjoyable”

Claire looked toward Malcolm; he gave her a wink of understanding as to her feelings. He knew she’d wanted the prisoner herself but there was no way it was possible, he’d know the difference straight away. Best let him continue to think it was Claire he’d fucked.

“Lets hope the next time is as good then!” Claire beamed at him.

“You can rely on it Miss!” The prisoner smiled. “But why the blindfold?”

“No man has ever seen me nude and I don’t intend to start now. How long have you been in Prison?”

“Just over ten years, why d’you ask, didn’t I give you a good filling then?”

Claire wished that she’d have taken his load it was only wasted on Sammy she knew she’d had it, but fucked him through it, something Claire would never have done, if there was one thing she enjoyed about sex it was the filling at the end. She liked to think her man was deep inside her when this happened, ideally holding his rump, assuring his depth.

“You might not have had sex with a woman; however I’ll bet you’ve had plenty of hand jobs?”

The prisoner smiled at her remark knowing it to be true. “If it hadn’t been for this weekend I think I might have gone the other way, there’s plenty of arse fucking I can assure you!”

“Ever tried it?” Claire asked with a mocking grin on her face.
“Only once, Christ it’s to tight for me. And the last thing I want is some guy blowing his load up my arse!”

“I thought they wore condoms the guys that did that?”

“If you could get them a Gov?” He turned to Malcolm as he spoke.

“Don’t bring me into it! The last thing I want to hear is of the sordid details of your nightlife!”

The prisoner ignored his remark turning back to Claire; she was now standing with her back toward him reaching up to one of the cupboards; a better eyeful he couldn’t of hoped for. Malcolm didn’t know if she was doing it on purpose or not, but it was having an effect on him. Sister or no sister, she was so fuckable it was beyond a joke.

“Keep on doing things like that you’ll have me to contend with!” Malcolm suggested.

Claire realised that he was talking to her and turned back toward him.

“That wouldn’t be such a bad idea, I might like it?”

Malcolm was surprised by her words, unsure if she really meant it or not

“She’ll be good and wet after the load I blew up her Gov” The prisoner chuckled.

“I’d be good and wet for him anytime!” Claire smiled.

“If I didn’t know you, I’d deduce you meant it!” Malcolm voiced, hoping for a positive answer.

Claire had often lusted after her brother, being a couple of years older than herself he really appealed to her.