<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/starr__120312180756.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alexander Fourche<br/><strong>Specific Location:</strong>The Fourche Residence<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, Polo Shirt, Comfortable Running Shoes, Fourche Sporting Goods Ballcap<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>A little bit of naughty content<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Pre Party </strong></span><br/><br/>If you had met the Alex Fourche of 2 years ago, you would find he is was a completely different man than he is today. He has a nice house, cool vehicles, adult toys, a lucrative sporting goods store, which gives many people the opinion that he has it all. While he has his share of stuff, he didn't gain it through accidents or inheritance. Hard work and sacrifice brought him success.<br/><br/>It wasn't always such a good life. He suffered through the separation of his family through a messy divorce. His children were split up per the courts custody agreement. His oldest daughter Michelle, went with her mother to live in Europe. Kismet, his youngest, stayed with him. The divorce was brutal and took a toll on the family. Alex suffered in silence. Throwing himself into his work and trying to be the best father he could be for Kismet. He would never let her see how devestated he was about the split.<br/><br/>He had to be strong...the rock.<br/><br/>More than a few ladies made themselves available in this time, but it was hard to enter a relationship. Business was booming. Customers were driving from hundreds of miles away to shop at his store because he offered services the other chains couldn't or wouldn't. In those days he was running the business with minimal staff and spent a great deal of time working.<br/><br/>Kismet was the other reason for him to back away from women. With the family dynamic in upheaval he wasn't sure how she would react to him dating. She hated her mother for the divorce and said so quite often, but mostly she hated her for taking her sister away. It's hard for a father to be a single parent. He had to try and be both a father and a mother to Kizzy. Being a good father is easy, but sometimes a girl needs her mother, and watching Alexander Fourche trying to fill that role was hilarious.<br/><br/>Aside from the home life Kizzy was a bit of a rebel in school. For the first year Alex would be pulled into the principals office to talk about some mess Kismet had caused. Everyone took her little rebellion so seriously, but her dad was a little more relaxed about it. Generally it was just some fun shenanigans that went a little too far. Oh he would always give the stern dad talk, but when he was alone he would always get a good laugh out of her schemes and plots.<br/><br/>Even when she brought him some trouble, she always found a way to make him smile. In doing so they spent a lot of time together. Disney on Ice. Football games. Movies. One year they even went to Wrestlemania. But the time came when friends became more important than father. He'd be lying if he said it hadn't made him a little jealous, but he knew eventually the day would come when his little girl would blossom into a woman.<br/><br/>His entrance into the Daughter Swap Club was on a night Kizzy had several girls over for a slumber party. He walked in from work to find teenage girls were literally everywhere. Some he knew through their parents, and others he had never met. Some of them caught his eye and made him long for the days when he was a teenager. He was cordial but he was in a big hurry to get to the safety of his room. So many attractive young ladies flaunting their curves in some daring nightwear reawakened many yearnings, and he wanted to flee before any of them understood that they had excited him.<br/><br/>Sometime in the night he woke up aroused and with a warm feeling enveloping his manhood. It was the familiar and almost forgotten feeling of fellatio. He was certain it was a dream brought on by having a bunch of hot teen girls in his home. He tries to roll over only to find his hands tied to the headboard, and that someone had put a blindfold on him. His straining against the bonds was halted by a gentle hand on his chest.<br/><br/>The sensations came and went and he heard whispers several times. Laying helpless he was certain several of these girls were taking turns with him. Using his body to explore their own sexuality. He would've never allowed this to happen without being tied up, but in this state all he could do was lay back and enjoy the sensations the girls were giving him him. He never really stopped straining against the ropes that tied him. At first he wanted to stop them. To get free and berate them for taking advantage of him. After a few minutes all he wanted was to feel that silken hair and those soft warm bodies as they continued.<br/><br/>Over what seemed an hour the girls made him come twice. Perhaps a by product of denying himself sex for so long, the first time was quick. Within minutes of waking and discovering what was happening. Even without his eyesight, it was obvious the orgasm was forceful and copius. The second time was much more laid back. Sometimes he was inside a girls sex, other times he was being licked and sucked. He was certain that there was more than one and feeling the rapture of their bodies he didn't care. It was wrong but he wanted more.<br/><br/>Soon he lay on his bed, completely spent by whomever had pleasured him. It seemed someone else was cleaning him when it was over and he received alot of kisses as someone gently untied him. Then like ghosts...they were gone.  The only evidence that anyone else had been in the bed with him was lipstick prints on his face, neck, and body.<br/><br/>He said nothing about it to the girls in the morning and it took several days for Kizzy to bring it up. He became the subject of a risque game of truth or dare that threw the rules of the game out the window. She and the girls played at other homes too. Several single dads got the very same treat he received. Some of those dads were even married. Both the girls and the dads wanted to continue playing and this is how the Daughter Swap Club was born.<br/><br/>These young ladies were fascinating. All of them with their own hopes and dreams for the future, and each one of them seemed to have their own motives for joining the Daughter Swap Club. With his experience and age you would think he would be teaching them all about sex. It often came to pass these young ladies taught him a few things he didn't know, and left him grateful for the lesson.<br/><br/>He pulls the Chevy Pickup into the driveway and looks at his home from the confines of the cab. Kizzy will be getting ready to go to the party which begins in an hour. He gets out of the vehicle and heads inside the house through the garage. He smiles as he looks at his prized toy Ivory. The 1992 Pontiac Firebird has been his for 25 years and kept in tip top shape. Her Ice white paint reflects brightly as he turns on the garage lights.<br/><br/>"Nice wax job Ivory." He says casually. "You get dressed up and I always take you someplace nice."<br/><br/>He steps inside and grabs a beer from the refridgerator before heading upstairs to shower and get ready for the party. Tonights festivities would be a hot tub party at the Collins Residence. This meant that everyone would be in swimwear and most of the girls would push the limits with their choices. His mind drifted to Abigail Williams who was supposed to make her debut at the party tonight. Even in his forties there was mystery to these young women. Abi ensorcelled him once when they made eye contact at the local Dairy Queen, and he has struggled to keep his eyes averted ever since.<br/><br/>Once at the top of the stairs he yells to Kismet.<br/><br/>"Are you getting ready Kizzy?"<br/><br/>