Daddy's Home: New Life [April Fools]

[pre-story] Surprise! You've asked, you've begged, you've demanded more, and I shall deliver! I feel like I've really developed as a writers since I started Daddy's home, and I'm exited to bring the series back and put all my new skills to use! Anyways, I hope you enjoy![/pre-story] 

Daddy's Home: New Life

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Rich asked, looking around at all the equipment intruding on his bedroom. Microphones, lights with those reflective umbrella things on them, three big, fancy cameras at all different angles… This stuff wasn’t cheap, even just renting it.

“Of course, Daddy!” Sam replied with a grin as she darted around the room checking equipment and making last-minute adjustments, his beautiful, dark-haired daughter dressed in her skimpiest, sexiest gothic lingerie. Black-and-purple striped thigh-high stockings clung to her shapely legs, fastened to a lacy black garter belt with straps tight enough to dig into the pale globes of her spectacular ass. Those twin moons were split by the barely-there string of a black, semi-sheer lace thong, the straps of which rode high on her generous hips. Her hips tapered to a slender waist, the barest hint of tone visible on her flat stomach, a gleaming purple gemstone dangling from her bellybutton ring. Her top was somewhere between a bra and a corset, little more than a wide belt of tightly-laced material around her ribcage with a set of shaped, triangular cups that could barely contain a pair of breasts that were each practically as big as his head, the pale, creamy flesh bulging out around them, jiggling with every tiny movement, the cups barely hiding her suckable nipples from view. Around her neck she wore a choker, a band of elastic black lace with a silver heart-shaped charm seated directly on her throat. She went heavier with the makeup than usual, her lips painted with her favorite glossy black lipstick, her eyes outlined with thick black eyeliner, artfully contoured into wings, then layered over with dusky purple eyeshadow. Her long, black, silky hair was done up into twintails, a departure from her usual style, but one she said would work better for the cameras.



“You’re not worried about your reputation? Or trouble with the law?” Rich pressed.

“Daddy~! We’ve talked about this!” Sam whined, turning on her father. “We’re a bunch of sexy high school girls. Everyone already assumed we were sluts, and now that somebody-who-must-remain-mysterious went and got us all knocked up, it won’t be long before there’s not much of a reputation to recover. And thanks to Anna, we’ve all got pseudonyms backed up with enough records to keep people from looking for our real identities.” She explained again with a sigh. “You’re not getting cold feet, are you?”

“No!” Rich insisted. “I’m just… concerned, is all.”

“Well, you can relax.” She assured, walking towards him. “Everything is going to be fine, and if this works out, we’ll make enough money that you’ll never have to worry about the price of diapers, no matter how many times you knock your little harem up.” She added, reaching a hand out to rest it on one broad, powerful shoulder.

“...What If I slip up and use a real name and we end up with the police battering down the door? And then I end up in jail and you all starve without me and all the kids end up in foster care...” Rich began to ramble.

Sam silenced her father, putting one manicured finger on his lips. “Shh. Relax. If you slip up, we’ll record you saying the right name and just edit it in. We can handle this.” She assured, before wrapping her arms around her father’s midsection and pulling him in for a hug.

After a moment, Rich wrapped his arms around Sam in return, his powerful, muscular limbs holding her tightly but delicately. “I couldn’t live with myself if I ended up getting you all in trouble…” He confessed.

Sam patted his back soothingly. “Just relax. Don’t even think about the cameras. It’s just you and me…” She paused, her voice suddenly taking on a sensual purr as she continued. “...and Anna, and Aiko, and Diamond, and Rosa. Five shockingly sexy teenage girls. Your personal harem of loyal breeding sluts, all of us eagerly giving ourselves to you for your pleasure, submitting our fertile bodies to your overpowering lust… Just begging to suck and fuck and love our big, strong, sexy daddy, to drink your cum, to feel it in our wombs, to be filled in every hole…” She elaborated, suddenly pausing as she felt something twitch in his boxers, looking up at him with a sultry smirk.

“...I’m not sure what exactly you did there, but for some reason I feel like you suddenly deserve a spanking.” Rich commented, dryly.

“Save it for the cameras.” Sam replied with a giggle, before slipping out of his grasp with a little spin and darting for the door. “I’ll go make sure everyone’s ready!” she called back over her shoulder before disappearing into the hallway, leaving only the glorious image of her pale, garter-strapped backside bouncing out the door lingering in his mind.

In the moments of silence that followed, Rich began to walk around the room, slowly and carefully avoiding the various tripods and stands, stepping over bundles of wire as he made his way across the room, coming to stand in front of his full-length mirror. He gazed into the reflective surface for a long moment. Was he really doing this? He was pushing forty, and he was about to star in a porno. His eyes lingered on the faint wisps of grey in the dark hair around his temples. He closed his eyes and shook his head, dismissing the thoughts and forcing himself to look into the mirror again, this time with a new perspective.

The man standing in the looking glass was tall and broad, with square shoulders, his body layered with granite muscle, carefully sculpted to the peak with hours of daily exercise. His face was still handsome, clearly mature, but rugged, with a square jaw and sharp blue eyes. He was stripped down to his boxers, but even the loose fabric couldn’t hide the thick, cylindrical bulge hanging halfway to his knee, the tip threatening to poke out of the leg-hole. He was fit, handsome, and hung. Most porn stars could manage one or two, but he had all three. Sure, he was older than most, but he wasn’t ancient. Surely, he was worrying himself over nothing. Or was he?

His train of thought was abruptly derailed as Sam bounced back into the room, grinning broadly, her titanic tits threatening to come bounding out of her top with each springing stride. She agilely bounced around the assorted equipment, crossing the room over to him in an instant, before grabbing him by the wrist and half-dragging him over to the bed. “Over here, daddy! Sit down!” She urged, and he did, only for her to bounce away again and take up position by the door, clearing her throat. “Allow me to present; your co-stars!” she exclaimed, gesturing toward the door with a flourish.

Anna twirled into the doorway and struck a pose. Her jaw length copper hair shone especially brightly, dangling in countless ringlets around her face. Her emerald eyes gleamed with wicked, playful promise, as did the broad smile on full, green-painted lips. A constellation of cinnamon freckles spread across her grinning features, from cheekbone to cheekbone, matching the delicate dusting of freckles on her shoulders, upper arms, and across the truly spectacular shelf of pale cleavage formed by her basketball-sized tits. The twin orbs were pushed up and together by a emerald-green satin push-up bra that looked a size or two too small, the straps biting deep into the pillowy mounds, further enhancing the image that she was simply too much for the bra to handle. The bra matched her panties, the modest cut completely overwhelmed by the hips and ass they struggled to contain, the silky stockings that clung to her shapely legs, and the towering heels that perfected the ‘fuck me’ look. Her full-figured form was pinched in the middle, giving her a true hourglass shape, her soft, sensual body the target of the desire of countless men and the envy of just as many women.

Anna lingered in the doorway for a moment, pausing to blow kisses at Rich and Sam. “Allow me to introduce Alice O’Brady.” Sam announced, then looked her over again with a grin. “I’m just saying, you’re a little early for St. Patrick’s day…” She teased.

“And you’re late for halloween.” Anna shot back, casually, before breaking into a grin and stepping out of the doorway and into the room.

Rosa eagerly followed on Anna’s heels, wearing heels of her own, towering white stilettos that  made her long, shapely, caramel-toned legs look truly spectacular. She was showing off as much of her flawless tan skin as she possibly could while still, technically, remaining decent, her only clothing beyond her heels being a white sling bikini. The straps of pale material were barely wide enough to cover her hardened nipples as she arched her back sensually, drawing them tight, the V of material in her crotch biting into her shaven slit. Her breasts were spectacular, volleyball-sized orbs that were almost completely on display, wobbling with each tiny movement, threatening to come spilling out of her bikini at any moment. Her hips and ass were similarly spectacular, smooth and shapely, perfectly-formed. She brought a hand up to the waterfall of dark, wavy hair cascading down her shoulder and back, and ran her fingers through it before tossing it glamorously, fixing Rich with look of smoldering lust, amplified by her smoky eyeshadow. Her tongue flicked up to run over her ruby-red lips, obviously wetting them for what was to come.

“Ruby De La Cruz” Sam announced. Rosa strode into the room without comment, tottering on her towering heels only once.

After Rosa left the doorway, it remained empty for a moment, only for a dark arm to suddenly push Aiko out from behind the wall and into the spotlight. The petite Japanese beauty wore her silky black hair in pigtails, as usual, but now she was wearing a headband with a white frill on in. He could see the blush on her cheeks as she bit her lower lip, teeth sinking into the soft, pale-pink-painted pillow. As Rich’s gaze roamed down, he realized why she’d been so embarrassed. The girls had gotten her into a perverse imitation of a maid outfit. It was more like an apron, honestly, but an apron would have covered more. The black material of the top half was sheer, except where it was decorated with lines of lace and white ribbons, two well-placed bows barely covering her nipples. As always, he was continually impressed that such a small, slender, toned body could also support a pair of cantaloupe-sized breasts that sat firm and proud on her chest. The bottom half of the ‘outfit’ was not much better than the top, a white apron-like flap, trimmed in black lace, that, though opaque, was so short that no amount of tugging or shifting could bring the bottom hem low enough to hide the crotch of her panties, which, from the look of them, were made of the same sheer black material as the top half and trimmed with lace. There was no back, as far as he could tell, but with the way she shifted shyly in the doorframe, he figured getting her to turn around was probably not in the cards, at least, not yet.

“Akemi Saiki” Sam announced, and Aiko promptly shuffled out of the doorframe to join the other girls, cheeks burning as she tried not to fall over on her heels.

Finally, Diamond came forward, the tall ebony goddess filling the door frame. Her countless, pencil-thick braids were braided together, then those braids braided in turn until they formed into a single super-braid that reached down to the middle of her back, the normally-colorful beads at the end of each individual braid now uniformly gold. She wore an expression of disinterest, but she wore it beneath some expertly-applied makeup, dusky eyeshadow and dark violet lipstick. Around her neck hung a fine golden chain, a dangling pendant hanging just above the mahogany valley of her cleavage. Her top was a tiny halter, racy on any normal girl, but her braless, volleyball-sized breasts made it look woefully insufficient, the material pulled out and up enough that he could catch more than the occasional glimpse of underboob. Over top of it she wore a useless jacket, too small to close around her impressive bust and too short to reach her waist, but still covering her arms. Her midsection was entirely bare, revealing her toned, sculpted abs and a dangling, golden ornament attached to her bellybutton ring. Black leggings clung to every contour of her long, sculpted legs and seemed barely able to contain the incredible breadth of her spectacular hips and jaw-dropping, eye-popping, traffic-stopping ass, riding low on her hips. She was the only one not wearing heels, but then, being more than six feet tall, simple canvas sneakers were all she needed to tower over the competition.

“And, finally, Didi D’vine.” Sam finally announced with a roll of her eyes.

“Y’all just jealous you didn’t think of names as cool as mine.” Diamond replied as she strode into the room.

“I am, a little.” Anna confessed.

“...I like De La Cruz.” Rosa muttered.

“Ladies! Remember, we’ve got a movie to shoot.” Sam called, getting them all back on track.

“Do I have to?” Aiko asked, meekly.

Sam shook her head. “Not if you don’t want to. But are you gonna be okay with listening to everyone else fuck Daddy all day?”

Aiko looked seriously conflicted at that, but said no more.

“Anyways! Remember where the cameras are, don’t look directly at them too much, but try to put on a show for them as best you can. Don’t be shy with the moans and dirty talk, the cameras will love that stuff.” Sam reminded one last time. “Everyone ready?”

“Yes, ma’am!”
“I am!”
“Yes…”
“I guess…”

Sam grinned, picking up a big industrial-style remote off the floor. “Alright, then! Lights!” She called, hitting a couple buttons, the room instantly brightening. “Cameras!” She called, pushing another button, little indicator lights turning on on the cameras. She put down the remote and turned to face rich, a playful, eager grin on her lips as she began to walk toward him with a sultry, predatory strut. The rest of the girls followed suit, closing in on him like a pack of wolves. Sexy, sexy wolves. “And… Action!” Sam called.

And then they fucked, and it was, like, SUPER fucking hot. I mean, just INCREDIBLE. Like, imagine the hottest thing you can think of, but somehow hotter. CRAZY hot. Fucking volcanic. All those nubile teenage bodies, all dressed up in the sluttiest outfits imaginable, all getting fucked by the biggest dick in the world for hours and hours on end, all the while getting extra naughty and playful to put on a show for the cameras… Just, WOW..