Her moans rise in a horny crescendo while her rhythm becomes faster and almost desperate. I can feel that she is almost at the edge, so I decide to push her over the brink in a new, unique way.
"You know, dear, the girls were quite put out that you are the one that got to marry me instead of them, especially Hope."
"Mmm, damn it, Ben! Not now!"
"On the contrary, my love, now is the best moment to talk about it. I don't want the girls to get jealous, so I suppose we will have to do something to cheer them up..."
Katie glares at me with murder in her eyes.
"Damn it, Ben! Shut up! You are killing my mood!"
"Oh? Okay, then. I thought of buying two strap-ons with silicone copies of my dick to scale and have them fuck you while you blow me, but I guess you don't like the idea of hopping up and down above Hester while your daughter shreds your ass... oh, well, I will have to think of something else, instead..."
The killing aura evaporates from her eyes as soon as my words register and she freezes on top of my dick, looking at me with eyes wide and her mouth open in an 'O'. I don't let the chance slip by as I grab her firmly by the waist and slam myself upward, burying my cock as deep as I can inside of her, ramming her cervix with my cockhead and causing her to shudder. My rhythm is fast and brutal as I fuck her furiously while continuing to verbally play with her imagination.
"I found some nice strap-ons that have a small vibrator embedded for the "male" that is activated only when the silicon cock is pressed against the base of the strap. That means that to get off the girls will have to fuck you as hard as they can, as the vibrator will only turn on when they slam my cock-copies inside of you... I am sure that with a little bit of cooperation, everybody will be able to get off at the same time... Too bad you don't want that..."
My ramming has reached a new phase as I pull her down hard while I slam myself upward and Katie has almost completely lost her mind.
"Well, love? Since you are not answering me I guess that you think it is a foolish idea, so forget I said anything."
"NO!"
Katie's words are delivered in a roar as she starts actively dropping herself on my cock.
"Don't you dare take it back! I want it!"
I smirk in my mind, it is so easy to rile her up.
"What do you want exactly, dear? I am not sure I understand..."
"You know... oooh... damn well... aaah... what I mean..."
Smirking, I move one hand behind her ample ass and stick a finger inside her asshole."
"Not really, love. I think you might have to explain to me what exactly you want.."
"I... hnggg... want... to get fuuuucked... oooh... by you and the girls... aaahhh... at the same time... uhhhh"
"Ah, I see. You want the girls to see what a slut their mom is. You want them to learn to be your toys, as you are mine. Is that it?"
"Aaahhh.... Yes! Yes!! Yesss!!!!"
At the third yes, Katie explodes in a powerful orgasm. Not one to let a lady cum alone, I signal my testicles to let go, and a white flood of creamy pleasure fills her womb. The scenario has been really exciting for me as well and my balls worked overtime to prepare a worthy lunch for the occasion, so after filling her cunt to the brim, my nut batter starts escaping from around my cock. After a few seconds that feel like eons, my nuts signal the 'all clear'. My poor little horny wife is spent as well and drops on top of me panting while hugging my head with her eyes closed. I reciprocate the embrace and we remain like that for what feels like an eternity, until she slowly recovers and rises her head to look me in the eyes.
"That was incredible, sick and kinky, Ben."
I grin at her and fire a silly slap at her butt cheek.
"And you loved every second and every word..."
Katie smiles back impishly.
"Yeah, I guess I did."
"Good, because the mail order should be delivered in a couple of days!"
She gasps and looks at me in astonishment.
"You didn't!"
"Yup! I sure did! And I am pretty sure that the girls will love the experience. Well... almost as much as you, that is..."
Unable to remain serious, Katie starts giggling.
"Oh, Ben... thank you for coming into our lives. I mean it!"
I grab the back of her head and force her to lower herself on me so I can kiss her lips.
"I know you do, love. And I love being in your lives. Almost as much as I love being in you..."
My words cause Katie to giggle, but then she turns hesitant, obviously conflicted between her wants and her status as a mother.
"Ben... I am afraid that if we go through with this I might lose the ability to discipline the girls. It is hard to obey your mom when just hours before you were fucking her silly!"
I laugh at her words and hug her once again.
"Oh, love, you just have to change your approach. Just tell'em that if they disobey you, then your holes are off-limit for them."
Katie starts giggling, then explodes in laughter, unable to contain her mirth.
"That would probably work. God, can you imagine the argument? 'You better do your homework, missy, otherwise, you can forget about tapping mommy's ass again..."
I laugh along with her as the scenario plays in my head.
"Yeah, I am not sure how we can top it up for Christmas, though..."
My words cause another round of laughter, until finally, we settle down, Katie still on top of me and my cock still deeply embedded in her cunt as we fall asleep smiling
****
I wake up in the early morning and I lower my gaze while smiling to look at Katie. My poor little slave wife is sleeping soundly, still spent from yesterday adrenaline's spikes and the multitude of fucks she received. I can't help but smile fondly as she has wrapped herself around me like a horny koala, her arms around my neck and her leg straddling me. I decide to let her be and close my eyes again, immersed in my thoughts. Lately, it is hard for me to find the time to take stock of the situation, so I might as well make the most out of it while she is asleep and the girls are not present to claim their morning 'breakfast'.
System, how many points do I have now? I remember that after buying the pill of restoration I had something like 23200 points left.
[You have 123200 points left, user.]
Uh? After using the pill, we did it only once. How did the points skyrocket like this?
[New feat acquired: Deja vu all over again. Restore a woman's virginity and take it again. Reward: 100000 PDP]
I snort in laughter at the name of the feat. Apt, though.
Now, let's think. Things have settled at home a bit, and now that I and Katie are officially married, I have an extra shield to cover any suspicious movements I might make. It is still not enough to start fucking everything that moves in the building, but it gives me some leeway. Hmm. As Hope's new daddy, I guess it would be only proper to go and introduce myself to her teachers at school. With a bunch of pins of trust, I can quickly take over the whole faculty, ensuring that I can start fooling around without issues. Besides, I still need teachers for my own school, so I can poach some of them from here. Oh, if I find a suitable candidate, I can also fulfill my promise to Paul and get him a playmate. I guess it depends on the quality of the teachers, as far as I know, they might all be old biddies, and I see no reason to force Paul to get it on with a granny. Hmm... I can also try and set my next target. If I have Paul contact the girl's mother and convince her that her girl is about to fail math and let it slip that Hester had the same problem but solved it with my help... hmm... a lot of possibilities there. If the girl resides in my building, it will give me a nice excuse to spend time with her. Given that I am living with my wife and daughter, the mother will be more likely to accept having her daughter take lessons at my place... I kinda miss the excitement of having a girl slobber her equation all over my dick... hehe...
As for the target... let's go big! I have a single mother in the building with twin daughters, two beautiful brunettes with blue eyes, and titjob-sized breasts. But first, I need to upgrade my tools.
System, I seem to recall that I can upgrade Mentor to work on multiple targets.
[User is correct. The next upgrade of the skill Mentor will raise the duration to four minutes and unlock the ability to target up to 2 persons simultaneously.]
That is to say, I can give three suggestions that will apply to both girls, or that I can give three different suggestions to each girl?]
[User will be able to give three suggestions that will apply to both potential daughters. If the user wishes to give different suggestions to each potential daughter, User will have to upgrade once more to unlock the skill: Private Tutor, besides raising the duration to 8 minutes and raising the target limit to 3 potential daughters.]
[Private tutor: User will be able to influence multiple potential daughters with different suggestions targeted to each potential daughter. The maximum number of suggestions and the maximum number of daughters are dependent on the limits of the skill Mentor.]
Hot damn! I can really stage a hell of a party with this!
System, how much would both upgrades cost?
[Calculating... Mentor's first upgrade will cost 10000 PDP while the second upgrade required to unlock Private Tutor will cost 50000 PDP. Total cost: 60000 PDP]
Damn, that is a shitload of points, combined with the suggestion sprays, the aphrodisiacs, the Pins of Trust, and whatnot, it will probably clear the bank! Still... worth it!
Go ahead and buy the upgrades needed for Private Tutor, system.
[Applying upgrade ... Upgrading... Mentor upgraded.]
[Mentor: Instill new knowledge in your (potential) daughter for your convenience. Can be used on 3 (potential) daughters at the same time. Duration: 8 minutes.]
[New skill created! Private tutor.]
[Private Tutor: User will be able to influence multiple potential daughters with different suggestions targeted to each potential daughter. The maximum number of suggestions and the maximum number of daughters are dependent on the limits of the skill Mentor.]
[New Title! The Cockfeller.]
[The Cockfeller: The more points you spend, the more you can get a loan for. Useful when the User finds himself in an emergency and lacks points. The loaned points will have to be returned in 7 days. If the user fails to do so, the user will lose a title. Lost titles cannot be earned again.]
[Remaining points: 63200 PDP]
Nice! That title is perfect for getting out of a jam, or in case I get a rare chance and don't want to miss it! Now, Private Tutor is truly a broken skill... just imagining what I can get the twins up to makes me damn hard...
I think about it for less than a second, then without waking her up, I guide my cock inside Katie's cunt which is already perfectly positioned due to her straddling me in her sleep. MY horny slave wife moans lightly in her sleep as she feels my cockhead invade her insides but fails to wake up. I start pistoning slowly and gently in and out of her pussy, a feat easily achieved as she is already filled to the brim with cum by last evening's events. As I move gently in and out, I close my eyes and fantasize about what I would make the twins do.....
****
As inevitably expected, my dear wife woke up just as I finished emptying my balls and started pouting, sad at the idea that I didn't wake her up to enjoy the morning "exercise". Unable to argue when faced with her puppy eyes and erect nipples, I found myself "forced" to (re) fill her cunt with her favorite breakfast, (and lunch...and dinner.. and afternoon snack...and... well, you get the idea).
"Sacrifice" accomplished, I let the half-fainted, cum-filled, purring mess rest and head to the shower.
While washing myself I continue planning in my head. First of all, let's review what I know about my new targets.
Mary is a young mother of two, a tall athletic brunette whose hair reaches her impressive pair of nuclear bombs... erhm.... tits. She doesn't have the biggest rack in the building, but seeing these two melons of joy manage to defy physics and remain perky can probably make a gay man stiff as a rock. Anyway, as I was saying, Mary is a young mother of two, or to be exact, the young mother of twins. And boy, did they take her mother's looks and raise the bar even higher....
Dana and Gina are a beautiful, adorable, and oh-my-God completely fuckable pair of identical twins! How do you best describe nature's work of art? About 1,80 in height, with a toned body without an ounce of excess fat besides their lovely D-cup round perky titties, light skin tone, blue eyes, kissable rosy lips, noses that would make a sculptor cry in joy, packaged with long curly brown hair reaching their lovely chest. If you add to the description a well-rounded bubble butt, and their air of innocence, they are the epitome of why horny men love younger girls!
During my morning "monitoring of my tenants, I have seen them in all states of dress and undress, and most importantly, I repeatedly had the chance to watch the twins kiss and lightly make out with each other! They might be innocent virgins, but they are curious little girls nonetheless. No worries, though, I will dedicate myself wholeheartedly to tutoring them properly into womanhood.
I fantasize about the twins in sexy blue and black lingerie, kneeling in front of me and gently licking my dick's sides while looking me in the eyes with their innocent blue eyes, and my cock has an immediate reaction, becoming a fleshy pillar of steel. I mull in my mind whether to forget the shower and go back to my lovely slave-wife and give her a couple more "protein injections", when the sliding door of the shower opens, and Katie walks in naked. I smile at her like a hungry wolf would smile at a rabbit, then before she can do more than close the sliding door, I pounce on her and turn her around, and, grabbing her hair, press her face against the wall, my whole body sticking to hers and my cock nestling erect between her buttcheeks.
"Good morning again, dear. I Intended to serve you breakfast in bed after my shower, but now it seems my plans will have to change..."
Before she has any chance to reply, I position my soapy cock with my hand and slam it inside her already abused asshole with all my strength, eliciting a yowl of pain and surprise. Having already lost all restraint, I ignore her screams and start pounding her ass with everything I got. I swear that for a moment I felt as if my testicles went in too! after fifteen minutes of non-stop pounding, her screams have transformed into groans and muted moans, as I finally reach the end I throw my whole being inside of her pulling her hair at the same time, and unloading wave after wave of spermalicious butter inside her guts. When my ejaculation comes to an end, I disengage slowly from her tortured asshole and take a step back. Without my support, Katie slides to the ground in a daze. I look at her on the floor of the shower in front of me, but in my mind, I still see the twins, and as a result, my cock stiffens once more. I think about it for maybe a tenth of a second, before stopping forward once again and bringing my cock in front of Katie's face.
"Open up, dear, I am not done yet..."
In a daze, Katie subconsciously complies and opens her lovely lips, at which point I push my ass-flavored cock forward until it reaches the base of her throat, then grabbing her head, I start facefucking her with abandon. A small part of my brain reminds me that at some point she will need to breathe, but I am too lost in my desire to care as my balls slap rhythmically on her chin until with a grunt, I send a steady stream of nut batter deep into her gullet.
Finally feeling satisfied, I helped the still dazed and half-asphyxiated Katie to her feet and started washing her.
"Sorry dear, I was planning my next moves and my ideas made me a tad horny... well... a tad hornier than usual..."
Katie grunts and replies,
"Ben, I love you and I loved every minute of it, but I have the experience and can take it! But if you are not careful and try this kind of shit on an innocent young girl, one of these days you will kill a girl with your cock...
I sigh, she is right, if I went for Hester's ass as hard as I went for Katie's, in the best-case scenario I would rip her asshole apart and she would need to wear diapers for the rest of her life. The worst case.... well, internal bleeding, ruptured guts, even possibly bleeding to death. Not something I want for my girls. I guess I will have to learn to control myself. On the other hand, the sooner I can add the twins to my harem, the faster I can bring the situation under control.
****
"You are right, love, as usual. I do need to control myself. This just took me by surprise. I was planning about the twins on the third floor and when I fantasized about them on their knees serving me... well, you know the rest..."
Katie arches an eyebrow,
"Oh? you got a thing for twins?"
I snort,
"point me out a man that would not love a pair of twins in his bed, and I will point you out a liar!"
Katie giggles,
"You are right, twins are so hot! So? What are you planning?"
While soaping each other, I relay to her my initial thoughts for the girls and how to handle her mom.
I will start my preparations by pinning a pin of trust on Mommy dear, this would make convincing her to send her girls for lessons to me a piece of cake plus will open the way for me to force her to submit. After all, she is beautiful and will be a good addition to my slaves. I am sure that Katie would love to have another woman her age to munch on her carpet, and if not, I am sure that Paul would be very happy to have her as a playmate. As much as I want to play with her, I am not risking my family's peace for her, at most I will do a test drive before gifting her to Paul. When Mary's trust is at a decent level, I will have Paul join the fray and push the notion that the girls need tutoring, suggesting that she asks me, since we live in the same building and it would make it easier for Mary to watch out for the girls. Afterward, pretty much as it happened with Katie and Hope, I will gradually corrupt the girls, and then find a time to take down Mommy. After the issue with Mary is settled, I will have pretty much free rain with the twins, and their real tutoring will begin, dual blowjob, dual titty-fuck, and all the other good things that any innocent-ready-to-turn-to-slut twin should know. Hehe....
After that, though, there will be no more additions to the harem until the school is built, I just can't afford somebody figuring out what's going on. Oh well, four innocent pussies and a slutty slave or two should be enough for a month or two, after all, restraint is needed....
After we finished showering, we dressed and decided to go have breakfast at Katie's house to check on the girls at the same time.
Of course, as soon as we enter and close the door behind us, I am tackled to the floor by two horny teenagers, Hope leg-locked around me like an octopus, and Hester wrapped around my leg like a cute horny Koala.
After fifteen minutes of kisses and pats, I manage to untangle myself from my needy girls, Katie standing to the side all the while smirking. I guess an extra spanking is in order for my slave, or perhaps a couple of days without my cock? Hmmm... decisions, decisions...
Meanwhile, my lovely horny daughters are temporarily satisfied (if not sated) with my loving kisses, and grabbing an arm each, they abduct my slave eager to learn everything that happened during our first night. Heh, I guess I will have to dedicate a night to each of them if I want some semblance of peace at home. After some pondering, I decided that every Saturday will be a "single pussy" night. I would love to schedule them one after the other, Saturday and Sunday, but I highly doubt (and solemnly promise) that whoever has her turn on Sunday will be able to go to school without walking bowlegged. Sigh, I really must rush my lawyer about the school.
For the moment though, I guess I am on mess duty. I walk to the kitchen and start making dinner. After one hour or so, dinner is ready and if I may say so, I outdid myself. A nice green salad to start, followed by my signature fettuccine Alfredo, after which, a nicely done beef Stroganoff. All accompanied by a nice Burgundy wine, and Coke for the girls. Hopefully, they will love it.
I walk to the main bedroom and after knocking on the frame of the open door, I enter the room to find Katie sitting on the bed with the girls sprawled on it listening to her with rapt attention and red cheeks. They are so enthralled that they don't even notice my entrance, so I deliver a light spank to each, at which point they both yelp and jump in the air like scalded kittens. Grin.
"Ladies, as much as you are enjoying a blow-by-blow, pun intended, recounting of last night, dinner is ready, and if you let it get cold, Daddy's dick will be off-limit for the week!"
At my words, the girls squeal in horror and scamper to the dining room, followed at a more sedated pace by my giggling slave. As she passes by me, she receives her spank-share causing her to yowl and jump almost half a meter in the air. I guess I really did a number to her ass.
"Get moving, my dear, the threat applies to you as well."
Katie pouts at me but makes haste for the dining room nonetheless, her hands still cupping her bruised butt. Snorting in mirth I follow along. I haven't seen my girls for a whole day, and as much as they are
curious about our wedding night, I am curious as well about what they did at home alone...
I enter the dining room to find all three sitting at the table waiting for me. Smiling, I go around to deliver a smoldering kiss to each of them before sitting down.
"Sorry girls but both me and your mom are famished, so let's dig in and we'll talk later."
The girls smilingly agree and we start eating. By a common decision between me and Katie, prayer at dinner has been abolished. If I let the girls be and they start being thankful for the cock they receive each day and me stuffing them full of batter like a Thanksgiving turkey, I am afraid that a lightning bolt might zap me and my dick out of existence...
****
Dinner was a success and my dishes were well received. Well, I could cum on a can of cat food and the girls would love it nonetheless, but still...
After eating, we remained at the table chatting, me with my new wife sitting in my lap and the girls glaring at her with jealousy and longing.
Time for some serious talk, though, or at least as serious as it can be when conversing with two horny girls that dream all day about your cock...
"All right, girls. You were well-behaved while your mom and I were busy with our wedding night, so tonight I will pamper you properly. Before that..."
I wait for their cheering to stop before resuming,
"As I was saying, before that, we must discuss a few things. First, Hester, you have been a complete bitch toward your classmates so far and this must change! Whether you apologize to everyone during class or individually one by one, it is your choice, but you will apologize!"
My kitten lowers her head and murmurs "Yes, Father".
I soften my tone before continuing,
"Kitten, what happened before you became mine does not matter to me, but I do not wish to see you isolated by your peers. Besides, some of your schoolmates might become part of our family at some point, and I really hope that you will get along with each other.
"Yes, Father, I understand."
Understanding that I am not really angry with her, Hester breathes out in relief, I guess for a moment she was afraid that I would deny her a good dicking as punishment.
"As for you, Hope, I want you to try to be friendly with the twins, Dana and Gina, as I plan for them to become our next family members. Nothing fancy, get to know each other, chat a bit, just basic stuff for now."
Hope, my little cum-addicted rocket puts on a sad expression.
"Daddy, are we not enough for you?"
Uh, time for a bit of damage control. I can't afford for the girls to start pouting whenever I add a new member to the harem.
I pat my slave's ass to motion for her to get off me and open both my arms wide.
"Come here, you two."
Like laser-guided missiles, the girls throw themselves at me and hug me from the sides. I gently kiss their heads' crowns before replying to Hope's question.
"Girls, you are everything a father would want from a daughter. You are beautiful, charming, cute, and two little hot peppers in bed, but Daddy wants more. However, no matter how many daughters I get, I will always love each and every one of you as I do now, so don't pout."
They both nod smiling, their fears alleviated by my words,
"Yes, Daddy!"
I slap their perky buttocks gently,
"Now, pay attention. First of all, tomorrow I will be coming to school with you to introduce myself to your teachers. Hester, I am sorry pet, but I will have to introduce myself as Hope's new dad, I can't tell them that you live with me as well."
Hester nods in understanding, so I continue,
"Afterward, I will have a chat with Paul to explain my plan to him as well, but you also need to know what am I aiming for to be able to help, so here it is..."
I spend the next half hour explaining to them my intentions until everyone is fully aware of my plans, before grinning at them.
"Now that we are done with it, off you go, wash your bodies and prepare yourself for Daddy's dick!
Squealing in joy, the little minxes bolt out of the room, while Katie and I share a mirthful chuckle. Ah....
It's so easy to make them happy...
I stand up from my chair and walk behind Katie who is still sitting at the table, then I bend my body forward and hug her from behind.
"I am sorry dear, but I guess my cock will be a bit busy tonight, so I won't be able to attend to you properly. On the other hand, I am pretty sure that our two munchkins would love to munch on mommy's carpet while they wait for their turn to come, or, if I know them at all, even during their turn. So how about you grab that big-ass dildo and come help me satisfy our children's needs?"
My lovely horny wife/slave leans backward in my embrace and sighs happily.
"I would love to, honey. How about tying them up as well?"
An image pops in my mind of my girls, wearing their sexy lingerie and their arms and legs tied with improvised ropes of silk stockings, lying curled on the bed and waiting for me to ravage them. The image alone is enough to make my cock go from zero to a hundred in three milliseconds flat. Katie feels my rising cock pressing on her back and giggles at me, then she stands up, turns around, and hugs me while giving me a simple kiss on the lips.
"Let's go, tiger, before you dig a hole in your pants!"
I chuckle at her and kiss the tip of her nose, then, when she turns around to leave, I fire a slap at her meaty ass.
"Ouch!"
I snort teasingly and start walking toward the bedroom.
"That is what you get for teasing your master!"
Katie meekly follows behind me, her hand still rubbing her buttock, but still, I can hear her whisper,
"Worth it..."
I smile and prepare myself for the orgy to come. An idea pops up in my mind so I ask mentally my partner in crime.
"System, do you also sell sex toys?"
Giggling at the offended tone of the system, I enter the bedroom...
-x-X-x-
By the time the girls are done washing up, me and Katie have decided on our game plan for the night.
Katie delivers two sets of sexy lingerie to the girls in the bathroom while I lay on the bed.
I don't have any ballgags handy in Katie's apartment, but given that I have already taken off my clothes, dressing again to go upstair to fetch them from my "game room" is too much of a hassle.
Finished with their ablutions, the girls entere the bedroom adormed in their dick-rising underwear.
Hope is wearing a semi-transparent azure lace set of panties and a bra of the same color and material, paired with transparent azure stockings and a black satin choker around their neck embroidered with the words "Daddy's Little Slut" in white.
Hester on the other hand, wears the same set in burgundy, with the choker's colors inverted, white background with "Daddy's little pet" embroidered in white.
I gape at them with admiration and lost, as my cock stands erect and firm as a steel pillar, while Katie chuckles at my reaction while standing by my side naked and quickly grabbing a dark burgundy cocker from a drawer and wearing it, then rising her neck to allow me to better read the white embroidery: "Daddy's slave"...
I stand dumbfounded for a moment, then I start grinning like a fool. The girls watch me expectantly, obviously hoping that I liked their surprise, so I smile and say,
"Ok, I admit it! You outdone yourselves. But where did you find the chokers? I doubt any shop in this god-forsaken town would carry this kind of stuff."
The girls grin at my words, obviously happy that their surprise is well received, before Hope replies to me.
"Weell... we kinda had the whole day to ourselves and we were kinda bored without daddy, so we were just lounging around and sighing, as we missed you a lot, daddy! Then Hester said that for sure after you spent the night with mom you would take care of us as well, so we started talking about what you might do and what we might do, and somehow the talk turned to what should we wear in bed, and then Hester had this brilliant idea!
To wear something that proves that we belong to daddy! I liked the idea a lot as well so we started discussing on what we could do. Long story short, we pulled out the sewing machine and made two chokers. Given how much daddy loves ripping our underwears from our little bodies, there was no lack of materials at hand. After we were done, we spent a couple of hours embroidering the words. When we were done we tried them in front of the mirror and loved them! Then we realized that Mom needed one as well, so after another round of discussion, we decided on the text and made another one. And the result... Tadaaa!"
Hope theatrically opens her arms and rises her head to exose her neck, quickly followed by Hester.
I clap my hands in applause as I reply,
"Well done! As a reward, I will make sure that these chokers survive the night! Can't say the same about your lingerie though..."
At my words, Hester replies with an impish grin,
"We know, Papa, we expected it... In fact, we kinda hoped that you would say that..."
Oh my, my little girls are growing up so fast, they are even starting to learn what their daddy likes... A reward is in order
Grinning mischievously, I pick up a stocking from the bed and stretch it between my arms as if it was rope, while saying,
"Well then, I guess we should get started..."
I hug then from behind one at the time, and while squeezing a tit I turn their head with my right hand and deliver a passionate kiss to each. afterward, I softly spank their butts and take a step back.
Turning to Katie, I motion to her with my head to come with me and we both sit on the edge of the bed naked with our legs spread apart, then I address the girls who are still facing the other way,
"All right, girls, turn around now and drop on your knees!"
My two little sexy rockets obey my commands and turn around, and after seeing us seating at the edge of the bed, drop to their knees, already having possibly figured out what will come next.
"Good kittens, now, I want you to slowly come toward us on your knees..."
Hester nods and starts shuffling forward on her knees with Hope only half a shuffle behind her, both slowly and deliberately sashaying in what I find the most adorable and around way, until finally they reach the goal and stop, Hester nestled between my legs and Hope between Katie's.
I turn to look at my lovely slave-cum-bride, (with a lot of emphasis on the "cum" part), and as she reciprocate, we grin at each other before turning forward and grabbing our selected daughter's head between our hands and pushing it down between our legs.
Hope has it a little easier than Hester, since her job is to tongue and suck Katie, but poor Hester is literally chocking on my cock since I pushed her head down until my pubic hair tickle her nostrils, causing my raging dick to lodge in the deepest parts of her throat.
I hold her down for a few seconds, before guiding her with my hands to raise her head until only the tip and couple of inches of cock are inside her mouth, then I slam her down on my cock with force once again, causing my throbbing balls to slap her chin.
Oh, yeah, this is gonna be one hell of a night....
I start moving Hester's head up and down with gusto, every repetition having herswallowing my cock to its root while making incredibly arousing gagging sounds.
It sounds rough, I know, but I know from experience that my little kitten is loving every second and every inch of it.
Hope, in the meantime, is enthusiastically munching on her mommy's carpet, much to Katie's delight, who has grabbed a fistful of my little horny bunny's hair and is using it to guide her and keep the rhythm. Seeing my lovely daughter eating my horny slave/bride is an incredible turn-on, and given that I intend to keep filling the girls' every hole for the biggest part of the night, I don't see any reason as to why I should hold back from cumming often.
That said, just as Katie arches backward with a long moan and fills Hope's mouth with her juices, I hug Hester's head and hold her down, before unloading the first creaming truck of the night straight down her gullet. MY poor kitten is unable to swallow everything in time, especially with my cock blocking her airway, so she starts choking for real.
I pull back a bit so my cockhead is at the entrance of her throat before shooting the second load in her mouth, filling it to the point that my cum starts dripping from her nose. Shot after shot of my creamy baby batter ends up filling up her mouth as she tries to swallow everything and fails miserably, almost fainting from the lack of air, until my testicles finally signal the all clear and I let go of her head.
Suddenly free, Hester plops her ass on her kneeling legs, as she coughs and sputters, filling the floor with gobs of my cum.
"You do realize, kitten, that you will have to lap up all the spillage, don't you?" I ask.
"Y-yes, daddy... I...
I pat her head, smiling happily as I say,
"Good kitten", at which point, with cum still dribbling from her lips, Hester, my obedient little cumdump raises her head to look at me and smiles happily.
I clap my hands as I stand up.
"All right, time for round two! Hester and Hope, you both go on all fours side by side so daddy can use one of you, while mommy will take care of the other. Now, scoot!"
At my words, my two little horny daughters hurriedly climbs on the bed, hindered by their tied hands and goes on all fours, their heads against the mattress and looking sideways, due to the lack of free hands to support them.
I move behind them with my horny slave by my side and examine their lovely butts. As if feeling where I am looking, both of my cum-guzzling, juice-dripping, horny bunnies jiggle their tushies left and right, causing me to smile and fire a quick spank to each of them, eliciting a cross between a moan and a yelp from them. I turn to Katie and ask,
"Well, honey? Any preference for your dessert?"
My lustful bride giggles before replying,
"I don't know, they both look so delicious..."
As she says so, she runs a finger between each girl's buttcheeks, starting at the top and slowly sliding downward until she reaches their cunts, giving them a quick rub before removing her hands.
The girls shiver and moan at her sensual touch, obviously wanting more, but they wait silently as we deliberate their "cocky" fate....
"Well," I say after reflecting for a few seconds, "since Hester has already tasted my dick, how about I start with Hope tonight while you introduce our little kitten to your big-ass dildo?"
Hope smiles happily hearing that she will be the first getting a good daddy-dicking, but Hester doesn't seem to mind, as she knows that by morning all her holes will be stretched and cream-filled as well.
Katie, meanwhile, grins at me and gets out of bed to rummage in her bedside drawer, before returning with a huge pink dildo, the same one I have seen her use countless times via my hidden cameras.
As she returns to my side with her trusty companion, I reach out with both hands and grab the girl's panties and with an abrupt yank, I rip them off, revealing their delightful pussies, already glistening with their anticipatory juices. The effect is immediate, as my cock goes from 0 to 1000 in 0.1 seconds flat.
"Hmm, look at that, our little girls seem to have sprung a leak, perhaps we should help them plug it..."
As I say so, I move behind Hope and line up my cock with her wet slit, so that my head lightly touches between her labia's lips, then, grabbing her sides, I thrust forward with all the strength that my waist can muster, impaling my little princess on my lusty cock. The shock of the strong, deep penetration is too much for Hope, as she squeals and cries as my cock invades her vagina, pushing aside her insides once more to accommodate the inches still awaiting outside.
As she wimpers, I draw back until my cockhead is almost outside of her, then slam it in again with renewed force, causing another two inches to fit in, and Hope to yowl in a mix of pain and pleasure.
I repeat the action again and again, until finally, after the fifth trust, my balls slap against her asscheeks, my cock fully enveloped in her innards.
Entry fulfilled, I stop moving and instead turn to look at Katie, who is watching me while fingering herself. As I gaze at her, she realizes that she forgot the task at hand, so she stops masturbating and after expertly licking the dildo so it becomes slick, she points it at Hester's little cunt before giving her a tasteof what I did to Hope, slamming the fucking thing straight inside her in one go, causing my little horny kitten to squeal and tears to drop from her eyes...
As Katie starts fucking Hester with her dildo, I resume my waist movement as well, fiercely stabbing my hard dick deeply into my little princess' vagina.
With each thrust, my cockhead hits the cervix, causing Hope to scream and moan in pain and lust at the same time. With every single movement I make, I can feel the walls of her vagina wrapping firmly around my cock as if refusing to ever let go, edging me closer and closer to orgasm.
Hope, meanwhile, is mewling and bawling and from time to time calling "Daddyyy! "as my dick wrecks her insides, causing her eyes to fill with tears from the pain and her tongue to loll from arousal.
Katie is not holding back as well, as she is systematically destroying Hester's little cunt, going so far as to change the angle of penetration of the big silicone dong, causing my little kitten to nearly faint.
We keep going, our rhythm subconsciously synchronized as we fuck hard our daughters, who, tied as they are, can only yell and moan and call my name as we wreak havoc inside of them.
At some point, Hope hits her first orgasm, spasming under my cock as I relentlessly continue my attack without any intention to stop.
Hester follows quickly after, shivering and yowling as she squirts all around the dildo, and yet, we do not stop. We keep going as the girls hit their second climax, then the third, until, when they are reaching the fourth one, my balls signal my brain that enough is enough.
With a roar reminiscent of a wild beast, I push myself as deep as I can inside of Hope and start splurging my seed, spurt after spurt, my cum fills my sexy little kitten vagina and starts spilling from around my cock as I draw my waist back and slam myself inside her between each spermy wave, until finally done.
I retract my dick from her abused little cunt and watch in satisfaction as a rivulet of cocky cream exits her vagina and drips on the sheets.
Katie, meanwhile, seeing that I am ending the round, decides to do the same as well, so while continuously fucking Hester with the dildo, reaches around with her free hand and starts rubbing our kitten's clitoris.
The effect is immediate, as Hester's body locks in rigidity while she orgasms, her howl reaching the sky before dropping flat on the bed, completely spent and half-fainted. I exchange glances with my lovely slave, and we grin at each other.
While the girls are still out of it from the intense multiple orgasms, I motion to Kate to swap places, to which she complies wordlessly.
Hester now lies prone in front of me, saliva drooling from her mouth. Quietly, I step forward on my knees and lower myself, letting my once again erect cock lie between her buttcheeks. My horny kitten feels my cock and struggles to turn her head around. "Father?..."
I smile at her as I squeeze gently a buttock with my hand,
"Good job so far, kitten, but the night is long, and there are plenty of holes to fill yet..."
As I say so, I use the hand that was squeezing her butt to spread her asscheeks apart, then with the other hand, I guide slowly my cockhead to touch lightly against her little puckered starfish.
Seeing my actions, Kate imitates me, kneeling to the side of Hope and aiming her dildo against her butthole.
Hope raises her head, startled, and looks at her mother.
"Mom?"
Katie grins at her once innocent daughter as she rubs the tip of the dildo against her daughter's ashole,
"What? You went so far as to sew chokers to make your daddy horny, and now you expect to get away with a single dicking? Nuh-hu..."
As soon as she finishes talking, she pushes the whole fucking thing, slick with Hester's juices, inside my little princess ass while at the same time I let my weight drop on top of Hester, causing my whole dick to slide inside her until my balls touch her cunt, stretching her to the limits and beyond, metaphorically nailing her with my cock against the mattress.
Bot girls scream in pain, not expecting the brutal penetration, but we ignore them and keep slamming our dicks, one real and one artificial, in and out of their poor, abused orifices, until the screams become interspersed with pants and moans.
I keep raising my body until my cock is almost outside the smooth walls of Hester's asshole, and slamming myself into her again and again until all the pesky organs blocking my cock's way are displaced and my dick can slide unhindered in and out, then I sit on my haunces, pulling my horny kitten along by her tied hands until she is once again in doggy position, then I resume the ass slaughter, my balls slapping her stretched pussy with each repetition, causing her cunt-juices to splatter my thighs, of course not forgetting to fire a slap to her bouncy little ass from time to time.
Katie, on the other hand, has raised Hope to doggy position as well, and while she thrusts in and out the silicon invader inside Hope's ass, she uses her free hand to rip my bunny's lacy bra and starts twirling and pinching her nipples, causing my sexy princess's body to shiver uncontrollably.
At the same time, I notice that Hester is staring at Hope, and Hope is staring at Hester, each one's arousal increasing with the sight of her sister's plowing. Interesting. I stop momentarily and tell Katie to stop as well, then force-move Hester so she is now lying doggy across from Hope, their heads next to each other.
Afterward, I continue pounding Hester's lovely asshole as Katie handles Hope's. As I had half-expected and half-hoped, the girls look at each other in the throes of passion and then do the only logical thing they can at the moment, they start french kissing each other!
-x-X-x-
I wake to the smell of slept-in sheets and the weight of a girl sprawled across my chest. Hester. Her head is tucked under my chin, her hair tickling my nose, and her leg is hooked over my thigh like she's afraid I might disappear during the night. On my left, Hope is curled into my side, her hand resting on my stomach, her breathing slow and even. Two beautiful daughters. A wife in the other room. Life is good.
I check the time on my phone. Six-thirty. School starts in two hours. Plenty of time for a slow morning.
System, status.
[Running status report...]
[Name: Ben]
[Active title: Virgin slayer]
[PDP: 63200]
[Daughters: Hope Lawrence, Hester Paulsson]
[Followers: Katie Lawrence]
[Dick length: 7in]
[Dick girth: 5.5in]
[Load volume: 12ml/ejaculation]
[Available skills: Mentor Iv3, Private Tutor, Trust fund, Dog trainer, Libido enhancer, Honey trap, Cat
herder]
[Passive: Seduction aura]
[Titles: Virgin slayer (equipped), Master of torment, Rough daddy, The Cockfeller, Roofie master]
I smile at the ceiling. Sixty-three thousand points. That's a lot of buying power. I could pick up Self-control, buy another Pill of Restoration for when I need it, stock up on drops and sprays. But I'll hold for now. No need to spend until there's something worth spending on.
I run through my mental list for today. Step one: walk Hope to school as her new father. Step two: meet the secretary, plant a Pin of Trust. Step three: charm the teachers one by one - Mrs. Albright the disciplinarian, Mr. Harrison the pushover, Miss Delaney the pretty young thing. Step four: have a chat with Paul about the twins. Step five: get home and plan the next move.
I glance toward the door as Hester's footsteps pad back from the bathroom. Good thing I had Paul drop her spare uniform at Katie's last night. The original one didn't survive her first visit to my playroom.
Busy day. But I like busy. Busy means progress.
My morning wood is pressing against Hester's thigh. She stirs, feeling it, and a sleepy smile spreads across her face before she even opens her eyes.
"Good morning, father," she mumbles against my chest.
"Good morning, pet."
She shifts, sliding her body down mine until her face is level with my waist. She kisses the head of my cock through my boxers, then looks up at me with those big eyes, waiting.
"May I?"
I glance at Hope. Still asleep. Katie's in her own room across the hall. Plenty of time before the school rush.
"Be quick about it."
She doesn't need to be told twice. She pulls down my boxers and takes me in her mouth, her tongue working the head while her hand pumps the shaft. She's gotten good at this. Practice makes perfect. The first time she tried, she gagged after ten seconds and had to stop. Now she can take me to the base without flinching. I'm proud of her progress.
I close my eyes and let her work. Her head bobs up and down, taking me deeper each time, her throat relaxing to accommodate my length. Seven inches is a lot for a sixteen-year-old mouth, but she manages. She's determined. She wants to please.
[Pervy act detected: morning blowjob 400 PDP x 2 state of undress bonus = 800 PDP]
I feel the buildup in my balls. I grab a handful of her hair and hold her down, letting my cum shoot straight down her throat. She gags but swallows, taking it all, not pulling away until I'm completely done.
When I let go, she comes up gasping, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to my cockhead. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and smiles.
"Thank you, father."
"Good girl. Now go get dressed. We have a big day today."
She slides out of bed, naked, and pads toward the bathroom. I watch her go. Her ass is still red from last night's spanking. A lovely sight. I smile.
Hope stirs beside me, blinking awake.
"Daddy?"
"Morning, honey."
She stretches like a cat and presses herself against me. "Did Hester already get her breakfast?"
"She did."
"Lucky." She pouts, but there's no heat in it. "I need to get ready for school anyway."
She kisses me on the cheek and heads to her own bathroom. I lie in bed for another minute, staring at the ceiling, running through the day's plan one more time. Then I get up.
Katie is in the kitchen when I walk in, wearing nothing but an apron, flipping pancakes. The sight of her bare ass makes me hard again instantly.
"Good morning, master," she says without turning around. She knows I'm watching.
"Morning, love."
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, pressing my cock against the cleft of her ass. She grinds back against me, a soft laugh escaping her lips.
"Busy day today," she says.
"Busy day."
"Then you better save your energy. She turns in my arms and kisses me. 'Go sit. Breakfast is almost ready."
I sit. She serves. The girls come in dressed in their uniforms - navy blue blazers, white blouses, matching pleated skirts. Hester has added a ribbon in her hair, a small personal touch. They sit at the table and eat like normal teenagers, chatting about homework and teachers and who said what to whom. If anyone walked in, they'd see a perfectly normal family.
Except for the part where the mother is naked under her apron, Hester has my cum settling in her stomach from this morning, and Hope is disappointed she didn't get any.
But nobody walks in.
Hester is quiet. I can tell she's thinking about the apology. She's been dreading it since I told her she had to stand up in front of everyone and admit what she did.
"Hey." I reach across the table and take her hand. "You'll be fine."
She nods, not meeting my eyes. "I know, father. I said I would. I keep my word."
"I know you do."
We finish breakfast. The girls clear the dishes while I get dressed in a clean button-down and slacks. Presentable. Respectable. Fatherly. When I come out, they're waiting by the door. Katie kisses me goodbye.
"Good luck today."
"Luck has nothing to do with it."
We walk out together, the three of us. The morning air is cool against my face, carrying the smell of damp grass and distant exhaust from a passing truck. The streets are quiet. A few neighbors are out -Mr. Patterson watering his lawn, old Mrs. Finch walking her poodle. They nod at us. I nod back.. Respectable family man. That's what they see.
We reach the corner where the school comes into view. The building is old brick, three stories, with a cross mounted above the main entrance. The town is like that. Church on every corner. God in every conversation. Tradition baked into every brick. It makes things harder in some ways and easier in others.
Hester stops. "I should go ahead. We can't be seen walking in together."
She's right. A man arriving with two teenage girls who aren't both his would raise eyebrows. The gossip mill would have a field day.
"Go ahead, pet. I'll see you at home."
She nods and walks off, her school bag bouncing against her back. Her shoulders are tense. I watch her go, then turn to Hope.
"Ready, honey?"
"Ready, daddy."
We walk toward the school gates together, father and daughter, just another normal family in a normal town.
If only they knew...
-x-X-x-
The school gates are old iron, painted black, the kind that look like they belong to a church rather than a place of learning. A group of students mill about near the entrance, backpacks slung over shoulders, voices carrying across the yard. Hope squeezes my hand once before letting go.
"Remember, daddy. You're just here to see the teachers. Don't stare at anyone."
"I won't stare."
She gives me a look that says she doesn't quite believe me. I can't blame her. She knows what I'm like.
We approach the gate. A staff member stands beside it a middle-aged man in a cheap suit, clipboard in hand. His eyes land on me immediately.
"Morning, Mr. Davies," Hope says.
"Morning, Hope. Who's this?"
'My dad. He's here to meet my teachers today."
He looks me over, then nods and ticks something on his clipboard. "Sign in at the office first."
"Will do."
We walk through. A few students glance at me new face, adult male, must be someone's dad. They lose interest quickly. The school bell hasn't rung yet, so there's a casual energy in the air, kids catching up before the day starts.
I scan the crowd without being obvious about it. I spot Hester near the far wall, talking to a girl I don't recognize. She's playing her part. Keeping her distance. Good girl.
"Hope!" A voice rings out from behind us. I turn to see a girl about Hope's age jogging over, a brunette with a bright smile and a gap between her front teeth. "Is this your dad?"
Hope brightens. "Yeah! Daddy, this is Melissa. She's in my history class."
'Nice to meet you, Melissa." I extend my hand. She shakes it. Firm grip. Friendly type.
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Lawrence. Hope talks about you all the time."
"All good things, I hope."
"The best things. She says you make the best pancakes."
I laugh. "That I do. You'll have to come over and try them sometime."
"Really?"
'Really. Hope can invite you."
Hope shoots me a look - knowing. She knows what I'm doing. But Melissa just sees a friendly dad.
'Thanks, Mr. Lawrence!" She turns to Hope. "You coming? Mrs. Albright wants to see everyone before first period."
"I'll be there in a minute." Melissa waves and jogs off. Hope looks at me. "You'll be okay?"
"I'll be fine, honey. Go to class."
She hugs me quickly, then follows Melissa inside. I watch her go, then take a breath and head toward the main office.
The school interior is exactly what I expected. Lino floors polished to a dull shine. Bulletin boards covered in announcements - bake sales, choir practice, a reminder about proper uniform length. A trophy case filled with sports trophies from the past thirty years. The faint smell of floor wax and teenage body spray.
The office door is open. Inside, a woman sits behind a desk, typing at an ancient computer. She's in her forties, graying hair pulled into a loose bun, reading glasses perched on her nose. The nameplate reads: Mrs. Higgins.
I knock on the doorframe. She looks up.
"Can I help you?"
"Good morning. I'm Ben Roberts. Hope Lawrence's father. The gentleman at the gate told me to sign in."
"Of course." She slides a visitors' log across the desk. I sign my name, date, and purpose "Parent-teacher introduction" then slide it back.
"Welcome to the school, Mr. Roberts. I heard Hope's mother remarried."
"Thank you, Mrs. Higgins. I wanted to introduce myself to Hope's teachers today, if that's all right."
'That's very thoughtful. Let me see who's available."
As she turns to her computer, I extend my hand. *System, be a dear and put a Pin of Trust on Mrs. Higgins for me.*
[Why, of course, Ben. Should I fix your tie as well?]
I stifle a mental chuckle. *Just the pin, smartass.*
[Pin of Trust applied. +1 trust/hour on Mrs. Higgins.]
[Trust fund active on Mrs. Higgins. Medium trust increase.]
[Dog trainer active. Small permanent loyalty increase.]
[Mrs. Higgins trust: 55 (+15 initial boost +10 from Trust fund)]
[Mrs. Higgins loyalty: 20 (+5 initial boost)]
She shakes my hand warmly, already more relaxed than she was a moment ago.
"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Roberts. Let me see who's available to meet with you today."
She pulls out a printed schedule and runs her finger down the list. Mrs. Albright homeroom, available during first prep. Mr. Harrison math, available after that. Miss Delaney English literature, free during lunch.
"Perfect," I say. "Thank you."
"Of course, dear. Have a seat, and I'll let you know when they're ready."
I settle onto the hard wooden bench against the wall, cross my legs, and pull out my phone. I look every bit the patient father. Mrs. Higgins goes back to her typing, humming softly.
Twenty minutes pass. Students filter into classrooms. The bell rings. The hallway empties. Mrs. Higgins makes a phone call, then gestures to me.
'She's free now. Mrs. Albright's room is down the hall, second door on the left."
"Thank you."
I walk down the hallway. Second door on the left. I knock.
"Come in."
I open the door. Mrs. Albright is seated at her desk, a stack of papers in front of her. She's younger than I expected late twenties, dark hair pulled back in a bun, thin-rimmed glasses. A no-nonsense expression.
"Mr. Roberts?"
"Ben, please."
I extend my hand. As we shake, I mentally reach for another pin. *System, Pin of Trust on Mrs. Albright.*
[Why, of course, Ben. Building quite the collection, aren't we?]
*She's worth it. Stop keeping score.*
[Pin of Trust applied. +1 trust/hour on Mrs. Albright.]
"I wanted to introduce myself, I say. "I'm Hope's new stepfather. I want to be involved in her education, make sure she's doing well."
She nods. "That's admirable. A lot of fathers aren't as engaged."
"Hope is important to me. I want her to succeed."
She studies me, her eyes sharp and assessing. I can feel my skills working in the background - Trust fund humming a steady pulse of warmth, Dog trainer working on her loyalty. She doesn't notice. She just feels warmer toward me.
[Trust fund active on Mrs. Albright. Medium trust increase.]
[Dog trainer active. Small permanent loyalty increase.]
[Mrs. Albright loyalty: 15 (+5 initial boost)]
[Mrs. Albright trust: 40 (+10 from Trust fund)]
"Hope is a good student," she says. "Her grades have improved. She seems happier, more focused."
"Glad to hear it."
"Has she mentioned any issues at home?"
"Nothing. She's adjusting well."
We talk for a few more minutes about Hope's progress. I ask the right questions, nod at the right moments.
She might be worthy of a place in the boarding school. If Paul can't find enough teachers, I'll keep her in mind.
Seed planted.
Next: Mr. Harrison.
I walk down to the end of the hall, where the math teacher's room is tucked into a dim corner. The door is open. Inside, a thin, balding man in his mid-thirties hunches over a calculator.
"Mr. Harrison?"
He looks up, startled. "Yes?"
I step inside with a warm smile. "Ben Roberts. Hope Lawrence's stepfather. Visiting to introduce myself."
"Oh. Right." He shakes my hand. Weak grip. Nervous.
*System, Pin of Trust on Mr. Harrison.*
[Really? This one?]
*Every bit helps. Just do it.*
[Pin of Trust applied. +1 trust/hour on Mr. Harrison.]
I sit without being invited. Keep the conversation brief. He's not a recruit too timid, too ordinary. But I activate my skills anyway. Every bit of influence helps.
[Trust fund active on Mr. Harrison. Medium trust increase.]
[Dog trainer active. Small permanent loyalty increase.]
By the time I leave, he's smiling at me like I'm his new best friend.
I step back into the hallway.
Next: Miss Delaney. English literature.
I'm looking forward to this one. Hehe...
-x-X-x-
Miss Delaney's classroom is different from the others. Posters of Shakespeare plays on the walls -Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, A Midsummer Night's Dream. A reading corner with a worn armchair and a floor lamp. Stacks of books piled on every surface dog-eared paperbacks, leather-bound classics, modern novels with cracked spines.
She's at her desk when I knock, grading essays, her brow furrowed. She looks up and smiles a warm, open smile that transforms her whole face.
"Mr. Roberts?"
"Ben, please."
I step inside, letting my gaze sweep the room before settling on her face. She's younger than I thought maybe twenty-four, twenty-five. Blonde hair tied back in a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame her face. Blue eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses. A soft figure that her cardigan doesn't quite hide. She blushes at the contact when I shake her hand, her cheeks flushing pink.
*System, Pin of Trust on Miss Delaney.*
[Ah, the pretty young teacher. Pin of Trust applied. +1 trust/hour. Try not to drool, Ben.]
*Focus.*
"I was told you wanted to meet Hope's teachers," she says. "That's so thoughtful."
"I want to be involved in her world. She's a good kid, and I want to support her however I can."
"She's a pleasure to have in class. Her essays show real depth. She has a way with words."
"Must come from her teacher."
She blushes again. 'Oh, I don't know about that."
I let the conversation flow naturally. I ask about the curriculum what novels they're reading, what periods of literature they're covering. She answers eagerly, her hands moving as she speaks. She loves her job. Loves poetry. The Romantics, especially. Wordsworth, Keats, Shelley. She quotes a line from Ode to a Nightingale and her eyes get misty.
Behind my calm expression, my skills are working.
[Trust fund active on Miss Delaney. Medium trust increase.]
[Dog trainer active. Small permanent loyalty increase.]
[Miss Delaney loyalty: 20]
She doesn't notice. She's too happy to have someone who's genuinely interested.
I study her as she talks. She's lonely. I can see it in the way she clings to the conversation, the way she laughs a little too long at my jokes. Young, pretty, dedicated, but without a social life. In a town like this, a single woman her age doesn't have many options. The men here are either married, too old, or too set in their ways to appreciate a woman who quotes poetry.
"If you ever want to discuss literature outside of school," I say, "I'd be happy to. I'm a poetry enthusiast myself."
Her eyes light up. "Really?"
"Really. I don't get many chances to talk about it. Actually, I really meant it; poetry has always been one of my secret joys.
"I know what you mean. It's hard to find people who appreciate the classics around here.'
"Then we should fix that. Coffee sometime, perhaps."
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'd like that."
Her voice is soft. Hopeful. She's already imagining it a conversation with someone who sees her as more than just the English teacher.
I stay for another ten minutes, building rapport, sharing opinions about various poets, laughing at her stories about teaching teenagers who don't care about iambic pentameter. She tells me about a student who wrote a modern rap version of Macbeth for extra credit. We laugh together. It feels natural.
When I finally stand to leave, she shakes my hand again, holding it a moment longer than necessary.
[Miss Delaney loyalty: 25]
[Miss Delaney trust: 35]
[Miss Delaney horniness: 12]
Interesting. She's not aware of it, but her body is responding. The flush on her cheeks, the way her pupils dilated when I leaned closer to look at her bookshelf. Small signs.
I walk back to the office. Mrs. Higgins smiles as I enter.
"How did it go?"
"Great. Everyone's been very welcoming."
"We're glad to have you, Mr. Roberts."
I sit down in the waiting area, pulling out my phone. A few minutes later, I hear footsteps in the hallway.
I glance up.
A pair of girls walk past the office door, arm in arm, heads close together. Same face. Same height. Same shade of brown hair. They've personalized their uniforms in small ways different ribbons in their braids, different socks.
The twins. Dana and Gina.
I watch them pass, then look down at my phone. Can't stare. Not in this town.
But I file their faces away. Soon enough, I'll be seeing them up close.
I wait a few minutes, then stand and stretch. Time to find Hope between classes and see how her morning is going.
I find her in the hallway near the main entrance, walking with Melissa. She spots me and excuses herself, jogging over.
"Daddy! How's it going?"
"Good. Met your teachers. They all say you're doing well."
She beams. "Told you I'm a good girl."
"The best girl." I ruffle her hair. She pretends to be annoyed. "What's your next class?"
"Math. Mr. Harrison."
"I just met him. Seems nice."
"He's okay. A bit boring, but he explains things well."
"Oh? No more "equations" with daddy, then?" I tease her, smirking.
"Daddyyy!!!", Hope cutely pouts, her eyes big and round at the scary thought of having to go through algebra without bouncing up and down on my dick.
I chuckle and pat her head, and she huffs in response. Awww, so cute...
She glances down the hallway. I follow her gaze. Hester is walking past, textbook clutched to her chest, eyes fixed ahead. She doesn't look at us.
"She seems nervous, Hope says quietly.
"The apology is weighing on her."
"She hasn't done it yet?"
"She's waiting for the right moment."
The bell rings. Hope hugs me and runs off to class.
I head back toward the office. As I pass the secretary's desk, Mrs. Higgins smiles at me. The Pin of Trust is doing its work.
[Mrs. Higgins trust: 57]
Every hour, she trusts me a little more.
I sit down and check the system.
[PDP: 64000]
[Skills active: Trust fund, Dog trainer, Seduction aura]
[Pins active: Mrs. Higgins, Mrs. Albright, Mr. Harrison, Miss Delaney]
[Daughters: 2]
[Followers: 1]
Good. The morning blowjob earned me eight hundred PDP. Steady income.
I wonder if Mr. Harrison is on Paul's list of potential boarding school teachers. Probably not. But Paul should have a list. I'll ask him when we meet later.
For now, I wait. Lunch is in an hour.
-x-X-x-
Lunchtime arrives with the clatter of trays and the roar of a hundred conversations. The cafeteria is a large room with long wooden tables with worn surfaces, flickering fluorescent lights, and the smell of institutional food something involving ground meat and steam. Students line up at the serving counter, jostling and laughing, backpacks piled on chairs to save seats.
I find a spot near the window where I can see most of the room. It's a strategic position I can watch the flow of students, note who sits with whom, observe the social hierarchy in action. The girls from wealthier families cluster by the windows, posture perfect, laughter practiced. The sporty types huddle near the serving line, tracksuit jackets over their uniforms. The quiet ones bookish or shy - tuck into the back corner, heads down over their trays.
Hope waves from the line. I don't see Hester.
A few minutes later, Hope sits down across from me with a tray of mac and cheese an unsettling shade of orange and a side of steamed vegetables that have long since surrendered their color and texture.
"Looks appetizing," I say.
'Tastes better than it looks. She takes a bite. Her expression is carefully neutral, which tells me everything.
"Where's Hester?"
"Over there." She gestures with her fork. I glance over. Hester is sitting at a table near the far wall with two other girls. She's pushing her food around her plate, not eating. Her shoulders are tight.
"She's going to do it after lunch. She told me."
"Good."
"She's scared."
"Fear is normal. She'll do it anyway."
Hope nods and starts talking about her morning a history quiz she thinks she aced, a funny comment from Melissa about the principal's bow tie, a rumor about two teachers dating that's been circulating since homeroom. I let her talk, chiming in occasionally, playing the attentive father.
But my eyes keep drifting to the twins.
They're sitting two tables away, heads close together, whispering. They eat the same food, move in sync without thinking about it. When one reaches for her water bottle, the other does the same a second later. Fascinating to watch.
They're both pretty in an understated way. Same brown hair, braided differently. Same light eyes. Dana has a small mole above her left eyebrow. Gina doesn't. That's the only difference I can spot from here.
"Do you know Dana and Gina?" I ask, keeping my voice casual.
Hope follows my gaze. "The twins? Yeah, they're in my history class. Why?"
"Just curious. They seem nice."
"They are. Quiet. Keep to themselves mostly."
'They seem close."
"They're twins, daddy."
I smile. "Fair point."
Quiet. Close. Keep to themselves. No noisy friend group to navigate. No protective social circle to break through. Perfect targets. But I'll let Paul's call with Mary open that door - cleaner that way. A mother's permission is worth more than a casual invitation.
I finish my lunch and stand, squeezing Hope's shoulder. "I'm going to see Paul. I'll be around."
"Okay. Don't get into trouble."
"No promises."
She laughs at our role reversal. I walk out of the cafeteria. The noise fades behind me as I head for the stairs, the clatter of trays and chatter receding with each step.
Paul's office is on the second floor, at the end of a hallway that smells like old paper and coffee. I knock on the open door.
He looks up and breaks into a warm smile. "Mr. Ben! Come in, come in."
I close the door behind me and sit in the chair across from his desk. The man's loyalty is maxed. No skills needed around him. He'd do anything I asked without hesitation.
"Busy day?"
'The usual. Paperwork, meetings, mediating disputes between teachers who can't share supplies." He leans back. "How's your visit going?"
"Good. Met the teachers. Mrs. Albright is sharp - she'll need more work. Harrison is forgettable, not worth the effort. Miss Delaney is interesting."
He nods knowingly. "She's young. Enthusiastic. The students like her. She's also single, which I assume you noticed."
"I noticed."
"She's a candidate for the school."
"I figured you'd say that." He pulls a folder from his drawer and slides it across the desk. "I've been compiling a list. Teachers who might want a change of scenery, retirees who'd come back for the right offer, people with the right skills in bad situations who might be open to a new opportunity."
I flip through it. Ten names with notes beside each one. Miss Delaney is on the list, marked high potential. Mrs. Albright has a question mark beside her name.
"Good work, Paul."
"Thank you, sir."
I set the folder aside. "There's something else I need from you. Mary Hudson. The twins' mother."
His expression shifts to thoughtful. "The single mother. Struggling financially."
"Yes. I want access to her girls. Tutoring at my place."
He nods slowly. "I know Mary. Comes to every parent-teacher night alone, always sits in the back. Works at the dental clinic on Main Street. She's mentioned money being tight more than once."
"How tight?"
"Tight enough that she asked about the school's assistance fund last year. Used it for uniforms and supplies."
A struggling single mother in a conservative town, desperate to give her daughters opportunities but barely keeping her head above water. Two teenage girls, no father in the picture, bills piling up. And here I am a generous donor with a math background, offering free tutoring in my spare time.
She won't refuse. She can't afford to.
"Call her," I say. "Tell her the girls' math scores are slipping. Mention that Hester had the same problem last semester and I helped her improve by two letter grades. Say I offered to tutor any struggling student for free, as a community service to the school."
Paul picks up his phone without hesitation. "Now?"
"Now."
He dials. I lean back in my chair and listen.
"Mrs. Hudson? This is Paul from the school. Yes, I'm doing well, thank you. I'm calling about Dana and Gina's recent math scores..."
The dominoes are falling. I can hear them.