Daddy's Home; New Life: Ch. 1, P. 4

[pre-story]Finally, we're getting to some action! The twins get a surprise, and William surprises himself. It's still kind of a slow start, but still, I hope you enjoy!

As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Daddy's Home: New Life; Ch. 1, P. 4

As William slowly began to slide his pants down off his hips, he could feel the twins staring, and found himself regretting his choice of underwear this morning. But there was no getting out of it. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, lifted his hips, and pushed his pants down. The dark gray elastic material of his boxer-briefs was nice and soft, but they still offered nice support and control, making them one of his favorite pairs. Nothing messes with one’s performance quite like your dick popping out and grinding against your zipper. Unfortunately, ‘support’ and ‘control’ basically meant they hugged his package so tight there was nowhere for it to go. The material clearly outlined his bulge, a cylinder as thick as one of the twins’ wrists that swept off to the right until it almost began to wrap around his hip, nearly a foot long, as well as the pair of balls the size of apples directly beneath its base. It twitched in its confinement.

Daddy's Home: New Life; Ch. 1, P. 3

[pre-story]I’m REALLY glad I managed to build up a buffer over the last couple months. Writer's block is a bitch. Daddy's Home: New Life continues! The meeting gets put on hold, and William meets some more of the local ladies! As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Daddy's Home: New Life; Chapter 1, Part 3

William jolted awake as his brain screamed ‘FALLING!’, his limbs suddenly flailing instinctively to try and stabilize him only to end up slamming his elbow painfully into the floor. “Guh- Fuck!” he cursed, wincing and sharply pulling his arm up to his chest to cradle his bashed elbow. He groaned inwardly, and slowly opened his eyes, only to see three faces looking down at him from above, Ms. Yoshida, plus two he didn’t recognize. She was joined by a pair of tawny-skinned girls, freckle-dusted faces framed by thick manes of springy curls, one with dark brown hair, the other dyed a bright aqua blue.

The blue-haired one smirked, wryly, and looked back at the others. “See? He’s already waking up.” She commented, gesturing slightly with something William suddenly realized was an open pocket knife. He stiffened with apprehension, his confusion deepening.

“Oh, thank god.” Kanae breathed, visibly relieved, sinking down to sit on her ankles.

The brown-haired girl shot the blue-haired one a look, then looked back down to William, her expression worried. “I- I apologize, Sir, I should have stopped her, please don’t be…” she began, starting to babble, then stopped herself. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and when she opened them again, her expression was calm, soft and reassuring. “Please relax, Sir, you’re okay, but you shouldn’t move just yet. You passed out, briefly, due to restricted blood flow. It appears your collar was too tight around your neck, not enough to fully stop blood flow, but enough to slow it down so that, in your heightened emotional state, you couldn’t get enough oxygen to your brain.” She explained. “We were working to release the tension, but...”

The blue-haired one interjected. “BUT, they were taking too long, and since time was of the essence…” She explained, holding up the pocket knife in one hand, and in the other, the remains of his necktie, cleanly cut through, right next to the knot. “I figured it was worth sacrificing a cheap tie to make sure you could still have the ability to, you know, talk.” She clarified, pointedly, shooting a look back at her sister.

William blinked, processing all this new information for a moment. Then another. It was a lot to take in, after all. His hand went up to nis neck, feeling his now-opened collar and the raw edge where the girl’s knife sliced it open. “So… I’m okay, then? Nothing too serious?” He finally asked.

The brown haired girl nodded. “You should be alright now, however, since you did lose consciousness, I have to recommend getting a full examination, just to be completely safe and make sure there was no lasting damage.”

William groaned inwardly, again, and pushed himself up to a sitting position. “I’m- I’m alright, I think, besides, I was in the middle of a meeting with Ms. Yoshida here…” He began to put together an excuse, only to be abruptly cut off as Kanae spoke up..

“Mr. Thomas, I believe the primary matter of our meeting is concluded for the moment, and as it seems you have a pressing matter to attend to, we can safely delay discussing the details.” Kanae spoke in a calm, practiced manner as she pushed herself to her feet, straightened her skirt, and offered a curt bow. “I believe the sisters will be able to escort you to the front door. Please, feel free to call and schedule a follow-up appointment after your business at the hospital.” She added, simply.

William gave a small sigh of resignation, pushing himself to his feet, the other girls doing the same. “...Alright, then, I suppose I probably should get checked out…” He muttered, then turned, allowing himself to be escorted out the door by the two girls.

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The doctor clicked his flashlight off and lowered it from William’s eyes, nodding as he tucked it into a pocket. “Well. No signs of a concussion from your fall, no obvious symptoms of brain damage from lack of blood flow… Seems like there’s no complications.” He announced, standing up and holding his tablet up in front of him, re-reading his chart. “It is a little odd that a healthy individual like you would pass out from just a tight collar, though. I’m going to have to check your blood pressure and run a circulatory assessment. Unfortunately, I have other patients that I need to check in on, but a nurse will be in shortly to examine you.” He explained, curtly, already turning for the door before William could even grunt affirmatively.

William was suddenly alone in the silent exam room, sighing slightly and reclining back on the exam table, the crinkle of the paper sheet beneath him breaking the silence. He pulled out his phone, idly flicking this way and that, searching for something to keep himself occupied as he waited. He’d shed the remains of his too-small dress shirt, leaving him in just his khakis and a white undershirt, the thin material stretched over his muscular torso like a second skin, clinging to every contour of sculpted granite muscle.

He heard the click of the door latch and looked up, eyes widening slightly in surprise as he recognized the pair of nurses walking into the room. The sisters who’d been there when he’d woken up had apparently changed between then and now, dressed in matching light blue scrubs. “Well, well, look who it is.” The blue haired one commented with a smirk as she closed the door behind them.

“I could say the same. You’re nurses?” William replied.

“Don’t sound SO surprised.” The blue-haired one shot back.

William raised his hands in a defensive gesture. “No offense meant, you just seemed a little young to be nurses.”

The brown haired one bit her lip before speaking up. “Well, um, technically, we’re trainees… We’re still in school, but we work here part time for course credit…” She explained, then paused, suddenly looking horrified. “Oh, but don’t worry, we know what we’re doing!” She hastily assured.

The blue haired one grinned. “Yup! One quadruple amputation, as ordered! Lemme go get the bone saw.”

William smirked, and the brown-haired one looked exasperated. “...I’m sorry about my sister. I’m Layla Washington, and I’ll be taking care of you.”

The blue-haired one rolled her eyes. “Kayla Washington. And before you ask, yes, we’re twins, we’re identical, and we aren’t telepathic.”

William blinked, mentally stumbling as she answered the first three questions that came to mind before he’d even had a chance to ask them. “...Okay, good to know.” He replied, after a moment, then shook his head. “William Thomas.” He added, introducing himself.

“Pleased to meet you in less… tense circumstances, Mr. Thomas.” Layla replied, that mask of professional serenity once more coming over her as she raised up her phone and took a second look at the display. “We’ll be taking your vitals and performing a circulation assessment this afternoon, do you have any questions?”

William shook his head. “Nope, I’m all yours, girls. Just be gentle.” He chuckled as the two approached the exam table, moving off to either side of him. Kayla swiftly attached a monitor to one finger, and Layla wrapped a pressure cuff around his bicep, putting her stethoscope into her ears as she set to work pumping it up.

Kayla spoke up, after a moment or two. “Thomas, huh? Haven’t heard of that branch. Your folks move outta town or something?” She inquired.

William shook his head “From what I heard, it was definitely more of an ‘or something’ kinda thing…” He muttered, then paused. “Wait. I only just found out I was related to the whole… Johnson... clan... thing. How’d you know?” He asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

Kayla smirked. “It’s not hard to guess who’s related to the Johnsons and who isn’t, big guy. The guys are all tall and buff, and the ladies have some, as you may have noticed, spectacular tits.” She commented, playfully leaning forward a little to let her breasts hang off her slender chest and give him a glimpse down her neckline into the deep cleavage underneath.

William’s eyes widened for a moment before he managed to rip them away, his face flushing. Even in scrubs, the world’s least-flattering clothes, there was no denying she and her sister did have some incredible bodies, most notably, breasts that were easily the size of ripe cantaloupes, standing out proudly from their slender, youthful frames. William had been trying not to notice them, though it was certainly tough. Before today, he’d never seen anything larger than an E-cup in person, at least, not on any woman who wasn’t overweight. But here, there were tits and asses that would have made porn stars envious on almost every other woman he passed on the way into town. These two were probably just barely out of high school, and they had bodies that porn stars would pay tens of thousands of dollars to imitate with surgeries and treatments…

Kayla snickered at his reaction. “Oh wow, you MUST be new in town. I haven’t seen a blush like that in years.” She laughed. The device on his finger suddenly beeped, and Kayla swiftly removed it, glancing at the display before setting it aside and shaking her head dismissively. “Numbers all look pretty normal, but we still gotta do the assessment.” She commented as she went to work, picking up his wrist in one hand and looking closely at his fingers. William thought, for a moment, that might be the end of the conversation, but then Kayla shifted, and he felt something press against his upper arm, something big, soft, and warm...

William tried very hard to ignore the feeling of the teenager’s melon-sized breasts resting on his arm. Kayla was silent for a moment as she carefully examined each of his fingers in turn, pinching each segment between finger and thumb for a moment before pulling away, watching how quickly the color returned to his skin. One might think she was just very focused on her task, but he could practically feel her smirking as she slowly went through the procedure, occasionally shifting to remind him of her presence. “I really like your cologne.” She spoke, breaking the tense silence. “The boys at school douse themselves with spray-on deodorant instead of showering, you can practically taste it when you pass them in the hall. But I like this scent. It’s subtle, a little sophisticated, mature, but very… masculine…” She elaborated with a sultry purr as she pressed her chest against his arm a little more firmly.

William was about to reply that he wasn’t wearing any cologne, when a sharp mechanical hiss from his other side interrupted, and he looked over to see Layla letting the air out of the pressure cuff and glaring across the exam table at her sister. “What are you doing?” She demanded, her voice little louder than a whisper.

“Assessing distal lividity.” Kayle replied back, smugly.

“Really? ‘Cause it looks like you’re sexually harassing a patient!” She shot back, angrily.

“Relax, I’m just having a little fun, and he’s certainly not complaining…” Kayla replied, without looking at her sister or even pausing her examination. “In fact, I bet he wouldn’t mind a little symmetry, if you know what I mean. He’s totally your type, isn’t he?”

Layla sputtered indignantly for a moment, then closed her eyes and took another deep breath, calming herself down before opening her eyes again. “Fine. I’ll just go get started on the lower extremities.” she declared, then turned to face William. “Mr. Thomas, would you please remove your socks?” She asked.

“Oh, sure.” William replied, lifting one foot up to his lap and starting to pull off his sock by the toe.

“That’s not the procedure.” Kayla abruptly announce in a playful sing-song tone, and William paused, confused.

Layla’s lips tightened. “...It’s fine. It’s at the practitioner’s discretion.”

“It’s at the practitioner’s discretion to determine if they’re short enough. These are full-length.” Kayla rebutted.

Layla closed her eyes once more, struggling to maintain her composure. “...Why are you doing this?”

Kayla smirked, still not looking in her direction. “Because I’m right, because you’re my sister, and because I like watching you squirm. Besides, I know you’re as curious as I am.”

Layla searched for a response for a moment, trying to justify a way out of this, but eventually, her shoulders slumped and she let out a defeated sigh, before speaking up again “...Mr. Thomas, would you please remove your pants, as well?”

William glanced back and forth between the sisters, uncertainly, for a moment, before slowly reaching for his belt buckle. As his fingers loosened the clasp, he tried not to think about the twin teenage girls he was about to expose himself too, or about the fact that they were both built like sex machines, or the feeling of cantaloupe-sized breasts pressed against his shoulder...

Daddy's Home: New Life; Ch. 1, P. 2

[pre-story]William’s introduction to the Johnson family continues as he tells his story and receives some startling revelations in turn.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Daddy's Home: New Life; Chapter 1, Part 2

“Please close the door behind you, Mr. Thomas, and take a seat.” Kanae directed as she walked around her desk, a sleek, ergonomically-curved surface of matte white plastic supported by slender metal legs, and settled into her chair, similarly minimalist but ergonomic in design. Will did as he was told, closing the office door, despite feeling like he was sealing himself in, and moved to settle into the chair directly across the desk from her. It felt small, confining, and he tugged at his collar once more. Kanae set her tablet into the stand resting on the desk in front of her, wordlessly studying and tapping at the screen for a few moments before looking up once more and fixing her gaze on Will.

Daddy's Home: New Life; Ch. 1, P. 1

[pre-story]The time has come! Ia! Ia! The sleeper awakens! Daddy’s Home returns! For real this time, I promise! I’ll keep this brief, for now, and let you read the story. I really wanna hear your thoughts, so let me know what you think in the comments!
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Daddy's Home: New Life; Chapter 1, Part 1

Will took a deep breath and folded the slip of paper with the address scrawled on it and tucked it into his pocket. He’d worn his best khakis and a dress shirt, he’d even put on a tie, which he tugged at, uncomfortably, but he still felt underdressed as he stood in front of the enormous house. The word ‘Mansion’ seemed more appropriate for the looming, finely-decorated structure, but not quite right, either, it didn’t have expansive gardens or miles of lawn, though it did have a rather impressive parking area. It was tall, too, at least five stories. It almost seemed like a hotel, but that wasn’t quite right either, it was definitely a private residence. The girls he’d asked for directions had called it ‘the Johnson House’.

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.

Musing: Halloween at the Johnson's- Part 2

 Halloween at the Johnsons’, Part 2 Before her father could muster a response, Sam flourished with her Indigo cloak, stepping to the side just as another figure emerged from the darkness into the pool of light on the front porch. Aiko’s identity was immediately obvious, and not just because her black domino mask did almost nothing to hide her face. Her hair was, admittedly, hidden beneath a wig of short black hair spiked up and back, but there was no mistaking the short girl on his doorstep for anyone else.

Musing: Halloween at the Johnson's- Part 1

[pre-story]Just a little peek at what Mr. Johnson and the girls get up to on halloween. [redacted][/pre-story]

“uUUURRN~!”
A deep, angry groan echoed from inside the house. Heavy, ponderous footfalls sounded, drawing closer and closer with every thud. The door suddenly flew open, a massive figure looming in the threshold, a flash of light illuminating its pallid, scarred features, the deep rumble of thunder following swiftly after. It stared down at the children before it from beneath a heavy brow marred by an oozing horizontal gash, held together by dozens of heavy-duty staples. An inhuman rage flashed in in its sunken, staring eyes. The filthy suit hanging off its hulking frame was in tatters, the sleeves shredded to ragged strips around the monster’s powerful limbs. The creature moved stiffly, awkwardly, sections of its immense frame seemingly held together by nothing more than bands of crude stitching. The heavy iron bolt driven through its thick neck shifted as it moved suddenly, lurching forward and reaching towards the young ones before it. “UHRRRRRHHH!” It bellowed furiously.

“Trick or treat!” the trio of children chorused with practiced, saccharine tones. They dug their hands into the bowl the monster clutched, pulling away a moment later clutching greedy, overflowing handfuls of candy, so large they could barely hold together long enough make it into the pillowcases the children carried. Their prizes secure, the children turned and ran off across the lawn toward their next target, dodging the tombstones sticking out of the grass. As they stepped out of the area of the porch light, one childish voice remarked casually, just loud enough for his words to carry to the door. “Who’s supposed to be afraid of Frankenstein, anyways? Babies?”

Daddy's Home: Ch.10 [FINAL CHAPTER!]

[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with the FINAL* chapter of Daddy's Home! FINALLY, right? It took a little more than two month's work, with more restarts, rewrites, and revisions than I care to contemplate, but I wanted to end this one on a bang. Well, a series of bangs in rapid succession, I suppose. I just wanna thank everyone SO MUCH for all the comments/love on this story. I'd never have gotten my start as a smut-peddler were it not for the entirely unexpected takeoff of this story, and I'm eternally grateful to each and every one of you. I hope you enjoy the culmination of this series, and hopefully, you'll find it was worth the wait!
*Okay, not really FINAL. This is far from the end for Rich, Sam, Anna, Aiko, Rosa and Diamond. This particularly set of stories is complete, but I've got plenty of plans for what happens to them down the road! Maybe more chapters. Maybe shorts. Maybe a whole new multi-chapter saga! But, for the moment, I've gotta move on, stretch my literary legs a bit. The polls are in and my next big, multi-chapter story is going to be By The Horns, the saga of a tauren paladin's journey across Azeroth, so check that out! I'll still be doing commissions, too, so keep an eye out! And who knows what else I might be getting up to? [redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 10: A New Day

Samantha moaned softly, her voice hot and breathy as she let her tongue roll from her mouth, her lips painted with smeared, smudged black lipstick. She flattened the wet, pink muscle against the base of the iron-hard pillar of thick, vein-marbled cock before her. The rich, musky flavor of the cock that made her tongue tingle, and she could still taste the lingering hints of her friend’s juices on the beastly shaft. She crawled forward, her tongue tracing a lazy zigzag as she dragged it slowly, sensually, up the bulging foot-and-a-half cum-tube that ran along the underside of that intimidating, intoxicating cock. As she neared the tip, the sheer length of the monstrous member allowed her pillowy volleyball-sized breasts to encircle the base of the shaft, even her impossible 32H chest struggling to fully wrap around its thickness. It was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and it throbbed with lust under her skillful touch.

Daddy's Home: Ch. 10 [preview]

[Pre-Story]Hey there, Squish here, with the preview for the FINAL chapter of Daddy's Home! It's taken quite a while, but I wanted to make sure I ended this one with a bang, get all the details PERFECT before I put it out there. The preview's a bit short, but don't you worry, that's only because the entire thing is PACKED with sexiness from start to finish, and I don't want to give away too much right away. [redacted][/Pre-Story]

A New Day

Samantha moaned softly, her voice hot and breathy as she let her tongue roll from her mouth, her lips painted with smeared, smudged black lipstick. She flattened the wet, pink muscle against the base of the iron-hard pillar of thick, vein-marbled cock before her. The rich, musky flavor of the cock that made her tongue tingle, and she could still taste the lingering hints of her friend’s juices on the beastly shaft. She crawled forward, her tongue tracing a lazy zigzag as she dragged it slowly, sensually, up the bulging foot-and-a-half cum-tube that ran along the underside of that intimidating, intoxicating cock. As she neared the tip, the sheer length of the monstrous member allowed her pillowy volleyball-sized breasts to encircle the base of the shaft, even her impossible 32H chest struggling to fully wrap around its thickness. It was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and it throbbed with lust under her skillful touch.

As Sam’s tongue finally arrived at that bulging, apple-sized crown, she let out a soft moan, her tongue swirling over the smooth, pulsing tip. Her hands came up to cup her mountainous melons and give them a squeeze, wrapping them tighter around the cock. It was so hot, so hard, and so strong, with every powerful pulse she thought it might pull itself free from her lusty embrace. She couldn’t resist a momentary indulgence of her own pleasure, her black-painted fingernails roaming across the smooth, pale flesh of her breasts, seeking out the pink peaks. Her thumb and forefingers found her peachy pleasure buds and pinches sharply, making her moan into his cockhead. She gave the mighty shaft a lewd kiss as she toyed with her nipples, tweaking them and tugging at the silver barbells piercing through them.

Richard let loose a deep, rumbling groan as his beloved daughter serviced his titanic cock, pleasuring a case of morning wood so spectacular as to inspire analogies to mighty redwoods. He lay back, still rising from the depths of slumber as Sam’s full, jiggling breasts squeezed around the root of his mammoth, ivory cock. Every soft moan of lust and pleasure that she murmured around his spit-polished crown as she teased her tender nipples resonated in his ears, a sweeter symphony than the birds could ever sing. Her sapphire eyes opened once more, staring directly into his as her lips popped off the fat crown of his cock and curled into a bright, cheerful smile. The expression almost seemed ill-fitting, framed by her dark, silky hair, and buried beneath the smudged, streaked, and splattered dark makeup still on her face after last night’s messy entertainment. And yet it beamed up at him like the rising sun. “Good morning, baby.” he finally greeted, his voice still deep with sleep. [/preview]

Daddy's Home Ch. 9

[pre-story]
Hello, my faithful readers!
It’s been much, much too long since the last time I posted a new chapter of my most popular story. But I hope you’ll agree it was well worth the wait! 
In the meantime, I’ve been rather busy. There are a lot of new commissions going now, and the first chapters of the three stories in the running to replace this one as my main project. [redacted]
Anyways, I hope you enjoy the new chapter! One more to go and the main storyline is officially wrapped up.

Content Warning: Huge cock, Unrealistic anatomy, Incest, Bisexual ladies, Harem
[/pre-story]

Chapter 9: Daddy’s Favorite

The black velvet veil of sleep slowly lifted from his mind as he was gently pulled back to wakefulness by a familiar sensation, a warm, wet suction, engulfing his groin. He groaned with pleasure, his voice deep with sleep as he stirred, blinking bleary eyes as he looked down to see a head-sized bulge bobbing under the sheets between his legs. He let his head fall back, groaning again, as his mind sputtered to life like an old engine trying to find its timing. As he lay there, savoring the sensation of a particularly talented pair of lips and a teasing tongue, his thoughts turned to the night before.

It was… hazy. He remembered dinner pretty clearly, but after that, his memories were scattered, fragments of images and sensations. The soft warmth of skin pressed against his. The mingled scents of sweat, womanly nectar, and cum. The taste of cherry lip gloss. The sound of a girl moaning and begging for more. A flash of a luscious female form, writhing beneath him. He let out another deep groan under the talented tongue flicking over his shaft as the memories crystallized, his mind fitting the chaotic jumble of pieces together into something that made sense.

Daddy's Home: Ch. 9 [Preview]

[pre-story]
Hello, my faithful readers!
It’s been much, much too long since the last time I posted a new chapter of my most popular story. But I hope you’ll agree it was worth the wait! [redacted]
In the meantime, I’ve been rather busy. There are a lot of new commissions going now, and the first chapters of the three stories in the running to replace this one as my main project. [redacted]
Anyways, I hope you enjoy the new chapter! One more to go and the main storyline is officially wrapped up.
[/pre-story]

Chapter 9: Daddy’s Favorite

The black velvet veil of sleep slowly lifted from his mind as he was gently pulled back to wakefulness by a familiar sensation, a warm, wet suction, engulfing his groin. He groaned with pleasure, his voice deep with sleep as he stirred, blinking bleary eyes as he looked down to see a head-sized bulge bobbing under the sheets between his legs. He let his head fall back, groaning again, as his mind sputtered to life like an old engine trying to find its timing. As he lay there, savoring the sensation of a particularly talented pair of lips and a teasing tongue, his thoughts turned to the night before.

It was… hazy. He remembered dinner pretty clearly, but after that, his memories were scattered, fragments of images and sensations. The soft warmth of skin pressed against his. The mingled scents of sweat, womanly nectar, and cum. The taste of cherry lip gloss. The sound of a girl moaning and begging for more. A flash of a luscious female form, writhing beneath him. He let out another deep groan under the talented tongue flicking over his shaft as the memories crystallized, his mind fitting the chaotic jumble of pieces together into something that made sense.

-----

Rich’s baritone voice called out, deep and loud, the call resonating through the house to fill every room and grab the attention of everyone who heard it.

“Dinner~!”

He grinned, pulling on his oven mitts and turning to the stove. A wall of intense heat washed over his face as the oven door opened, making his squint as he reached into it. His hands found his prize, swiftly pulling a casserole dish out of the heat and kicking the door shut, spinning on his heel to carry the bubbling baking dish to the table. He had to admit, it was much more fun to cook for the whole gang like he used to, rather than just for himself and Sam. The day had been unusual from the very start, to say the least, but it seemed like the simple act of cooking everyone dinner seemed to give a sense of normalcy back to the day. He set the dish down carefully on a hot pad, and pulled the tinfoil covers off the other serving dishes, letting the scent of food flood the room just as the girls began to arrive.

Sam rounded the corner, wearing nothing but black-and-purple striped stockings and an oversized black band t-shirt that came down low enough to just barely hide her ass. She had a whole drawer full of them, and often wore them as pajamas, a habit that had been rather troublesome until very, very recently. Her eyes widened at the spread laid out on the table. “Wow! You really went all-out, huh?” She exclaimed, looking over the buffet before her with a hungry look. The casserole dish still bubbled slowly, filled to almost overflowing with Rich’s fancy four-cheese macaroni, the thick, creamy sauce baked to a delicious golden brown on the surface, finely-chopped bacon bits sprinkled over the top and stirred into the sauce. On the serving platter lay a half-dozen steaks, dark grill lines criss-crossing the thick, meaty slabs, liberally dusted with pepper and spices before being seared to a perfect medium rare. The serving bowl beside it overflowed with rich emerald green broccoli crowns, stir-fried with plentiful butter and garlic until they were just tender.

Anna followed swiftly on Sam’s heels, still wearing her impossibly overfilled parody of a schoolgirl uniform, her epic, heaving, basketball-sized freckled tits straining against the top as she drew in a deep breath. “Damn, that smells fantastic!” She commented as she let the breath out in a sigh, breasts wobbling with momentum as she opened her eyes.

The two girls quickly found themselves a pair of seats, Sam settling in next to her father’s seat at the head of the table, grinning broadly. “I know, right?” She agreed, licking her black-painted lips. “It feels like it’s been a year since breakfast!” She added, eyes flicking from dish to dish like she wasn’t sure where to start.
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Daddy's Home Ch. 8

Chapter 8: The Angry One

[Pre-Story Bit]
Hello again, my faithful readers! Two chapters in as many months! Crazy, right? I might even be able to make three at this rate!
I’ve made some upgrades since the last chapter! I’ve finally finished writing up and polishing how my requests and commissions work, so if you want to see me write something for you, or I’ve already promised to write you something, check it out! You can even follow your position in the list! My blog almost got shut down (blame google), but it’s still up and running, and the shutdown averted, so you can keep watching out for progress reports and new material here! [redacted]
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Rich grinned to himself, ascending the last few steps to the ground floor with a bounding, springing stride. He felt incredible. His heart was beating, his lungs hauling in deep breaths, his muscles pumping with pent-up energy. It seemed counter-intuitive, but the more he fucked, the more energetic he felt. Was it a mental thing, his brain rewarding him for fulfilling his biological imperative? Some sort of physical response to the pleasure? Was this only temporary, meaning he’d wake up feeling every bit of exertion in the morning? Was it long-term, meaning he could keep fucking and feeling this good all the time? He wasn’t usually the superstitious sort, but he found himself wondering if his Dad’s books on ‘tantric energy’ might have been onto something. Whatever it was, however long it would last, he was glad to have it. His hulking six-foot-four silhouette dominated the door frame as he emerged into the living room like a marble statue, expertly sculpted. Broad, powerful shoulders layered with heavy slabs of rock-hard muscle, a chiseled, handsome face, a foot-and-a-half pillar jutting proudly from his hips, still covered with a slick sheen of cum and pussy juice. He swiveled his head, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a satisfied sigh as he surveyed his domain. Couch, TV, armchair, Diamond storming towards him… He blinked.

Daddy's Home Ch. 8 [Preview]

Ch. 8; The Angry One

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Hello again, my faithful readers! Holy crap, two chapters in as many months, what is this sorcery? Anyways, I hope you enjoy this preview, the full version will be available next week! [redacted]
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Rich grinned to himself, ascending the last few steps to the ground floor with a bounding, springing stride. He felt incredible. His heart was beating, his lungs hauling in deep breaths, his muscles pumping with pent-up energy. It seemed counter-intuitive, but the more he fucked, the more energetic he felt. Was it a mental thing, his brain rewarding him for fulfilling his biological imperative? Some sort of physical response to the pleasure? Was this only temporary, meaning he’d wake up feeling every bit of exertion in the morning? Was it long-term, meaning he could keep fucking and feeling this good all the time? He wasn’t usually the superstitious sort, but he found himself wondering if his Dad’s books on ‘tantric energy’ might have been onto something. Whatever it was, however long it would last, he was glad to have it. His hulking six-foot-four silhouette dominated the door frame as he emerged into the living room like a marble statue, expertly sculpted. Broad, powerful shoulders layered with heavy slabs of rock-hard muscle, a chiseled, handsome face, a foot-and-a-half pillar jutting proudly from his hips, still covered with a slick sheen of cum and pussy juice. He swiveled his head, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a satisfied sigh as he surveyed his domain. Couch, TV, armchair, Diamond storming towards him… He blinked.

Daddy's Home Ch. 7

Ch. 7; The Faithful One

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Greetings, my faithful readers! It's finally out, the full version of chapter 7! It's been a while since I posted a full chapter, but hopefully you won't hold that against me, and I hope you enjoy it! I know some people have definitely been looking forward to seeing this chapter, and I like to think their faith and support's gonna pay off.
As always, I'm amazed by all the support of my work. Daddy's Home actually managed to break into Hentai Foundry's top 10 popular stories, which is kinda mind-blowing. [redacted]Thanks for reading!
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Richard emerged from his daughter’s bedroom, gently pulling the door closed behind him. Through the narrowing crack, he gave one last look to the lewd scene he left behind, two incredible teenaged beauties, splayed out over the bed in a tangle of stocking-clad legs, arms, and massive, heaving, cum-splattered tits, mewling and moaning softly with pleasure as they slowly recuperated. The door closed with a soft click, leaving Rich standing alone in the hallway. He was completely nude, his thickly-muscled body glistening with sweat, his titanic shaft hanging between his thighs, dangling nearly a foot long in front of churning, apple-sized cum-canisters.

Something strange was going on. And while he couldn’t say having teenagers throw themselves at him was exactly ‘normal’, that wasn’t what was bothering him. Or rather, not bothering him. He’d cum countless times in the last 24 hours, infinitely more than he had in years, and often only after ten or twenty minutes of rough, strenuous fucking. He’d out-fucked three teenagers in their peak, his own daughter twice. He should be a wreck by now. He’d been a wreck after rearranging his den last month. But instead of the aches he was becoming unpleasantly familiar with, his muscles were… revitalized. He felt easily ten years younger, and his thick slabs of muscle burned with the exertion, but it was a good burn, like after a satisfying workout. It didn’t weigh him down, instead, it filled him with energy. His mighty cock gave a lurch between his legs. Even that was feeling the benefits of this… vigor. The more he fucked, the faster he seemed to recover. By the fourth time he’d come in Anna, he wasn’t even starting to soften between rounds.

Daddy's Home Ch. 6

Chapter 6: The Naughty One

The guest room's silver doorknob turned, and the heavy door swung open wide. The scent of pure sex rolled out of the room like fog, freed from it's cage, and poured itself into the hallway, rolling around the legs of the powerful figure that loomed in the door frame. Richard cut an imposing silhouette, with the light behind him, his long shadow falling across the carpet of the hallway and onto the opposite wall, concealing his features in darkness. As he stepped through the portal into the hall, the lighting began to even out, and one could see his thick, powerful slabs of rippling muscle, only further emphasized by the sheen of sweat covering his body. Between his legs swung a fearsome monster, only half-hard and still more than a foot long, struggling to support itself it's own immense weight. The titanic shaft gleamed with the juices of the peacefully slumbering petite teen not fifteen feet behind him, her swollen womb still swimming with a gallon of potent baby-batter. He'd certainly enjoyed their intense fuck, but he shifted his attention to the task at hand, to do the same for three more girls before the day's end. His member lurched with it's approval of the plan.

He turned for the stairs and began to stride forward, long, confident strides quickly eating up the distance to his next target. He had to admit, he was somewhat curious as to what the girls had all been doing while he was occupied with Aiko. Almost as though to answer his unspoken question, a faint and curious sound met his ears, one he almost recognized. He paused, listening intently for the source of it for a long moment before it came to his ears once again. He turned, his previous haste forgotten as curiosity overtook him, eyes looking on the door to his daughter's room, a sliver of light escaping into the windowless hall through the tiny gap between door and door frame. His brows furrowed as he tried to place the sound he was hearing, it was just too quiet to place it but he knew he recognized it somehow. He reached out, pushing the door open just a little bit wider. A scent rolled out to meet him, a familiar scent, but one just as unrecognizable as that odd sound. Speaking of the sound, it definitely got louder as the door opened. And now there was a new sound, a hum that rose and fell in volume, a rhythmic pulsing. He puzzled at that for a moment, before curiosity got the better of him and he pushed the door open wide enough to stick his head in.

Daddy's Home Ch. 5

Daddy's Home: Ch. 5; The Shy One

Before Rich now stood a scene so intensely erotic and so improbable that most people would call it 'too unrealistic' in all but the cheesiest of pornos. Five barely legal teenage sluts, all of different descriptions and bearing different appeals, his own daughter among them, all covered in gallons of his thick cum after an intense five-on-one blowjob. And now he was faced with a choice, a choice that every man has fantasized about at least once in their life, a choice very few would ever be able to make. He smiled, looking over the buffet of teenage sex before him. “Now... Who's going to be first?”

Each girl before him was astonishingly beautiful, the sort of beauties that a man might brag about for the rest of his life, an indulgence that few would be able to experience even once.  His sweet little girl, Samantha, not quite so innocent in his eyes anymore, with hypnotically alluring, glossy black pouty and talented lips. The devoted one, Rosa, her hourglass figure still softly trembling as the last vestiges of a powerful orgasm faded to afterglow, her fingers still teasing out the last of it from her sensitive folds. The proud one, Diamond, with an amazonian body and a mind-boggling ass, wrapped in dark chocolate skin that contrasted sharply against his pearly load on her features. The wild one, Anna, with bright copper locks  and tits that could only be called 'epic', with a dirty mouth that always knew what buttons to push. And finally, the shy one, Aiko, a petite Japanese beauty with a tight, toned body and what looked to be a fixation with his seed, her body still softly shivering as she eagerly lapped his ball-batter from her face and hands.

Daddy's Home Ch. 4

Daddy's Home: Ch. 4; The Girls Arrive

10:05 AM: The Butler home.

The entire normally-tidy house looked like a tornado composed of beer, hormones, and tacky costume parts had raged through its halls. Empty beer bottles, discarded stockings and gloves, the occasional puddle of teenager-vomit, and even a few still-unconscious party-goers were scattered about, tucked into corners or slumped against walls. Someone had left an empty knee-high high-heeled boot standing by the stairs, and somebody else had decided it was as good a place as any to deposit a technicolor yawn. One by one the lingering guests were still struggling to rise from their resting places, and shuffle, zombie like, back to their homes, under the weight of some simply monstrous hangovers. Glasses and plates were broken, remotes and other devices mysteriously missing, some things moved to some inexplicable locations, to be discovered at some later date. All in all, a rather successful party, even if Samantha didn't show up.

It was a rather standard state of affairs after a party thrown by Annabeth Butler, the curvaceous redhead who planned the event, the only daughter of the homeowners. She was, at the moment, sleeping off a devastating hangover in her room. The room itself looked much like the rest of the house did, though with fewer bottles and no puke. This was it’s natural state, however, not caused by last night’s festivities. Anna slept on the rumpled bed, the sheets cast away in the night to reveal her nearly naked form. Her brilliant coppery hair formed a halo around her sleeping face, the tight curls spread around her on the pillow. Her face was covered by the smudged and smeared makeup she hadn't had the energy to shed last night, somewhat obscuring her features. Her very pale skin was soft and creamy, decorated with a constellation of tiny freckles, a band that across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, and another that ran up one arm, over the shoulder, across her chest along the uppermost slopes of her fantastic tits, and down the other arm again. Those immense globes caught quite a bit of sun, each one nearly the size of a basketball, barely contained at the moment by a custom-made sleeping bra that kept her endowments from wobbling wildly with every moment. If ever a chest had deserved the descriptor ‘Epic‘, this was the one.

Daddy's Home Ch. 3

Daddy's Home: Ch. 3; The Morning After

The morning sun filtered through the bedroom’s blinds, casting lines golden of light on the bedroom floor. These lines slowly crept up the bed, illuminating a chaotic scene. The sheets are a mess, thrown all around the bed in messy piles and thoroughly wrinkled. Pools of cum had dried up overnight, leaving crusty spots here and there, and in the middle of the mess was the naked form of Samantha, sprawled across the king-sized bed, laying where she’d fallen in the wake of some truly incredible sex, sprawled on her back. The light crept up her body slowly as the sun rose higher, from her black leather boots, past her well-fucked pussy, up to those massive breasts. Her nipple barbells glimmered in the morning sun as the rays of light rolled over those imposing peaks, before the sunlight finally settled on her eyelids.

Her eyes squeezed tight as the light hit them and she tried to shut out the light as much as possible, but it was already too late. The sudden light had woken her, despite her best efforts. She groaned her displeasure at being awoken and rolled over, pushing her face into the sheets to try to escape the coming of morning, seeking to flee back into the blissful darkness of sleep. It took her a moment of feeling the silk on her cheek before she realized that these weren't her sheets. Suddenly, the events of the previous evening came rushing back to her, a blur of sex, cum, and orgasms. So many orgasms. Then she felt the ache from between her thighs and groaned again. Perhaps six rounds was too many for one night… Not that she regretted a second of it. Her pussy throbbed softly, a gentle ache and a naughty tingle rolling over her with each pulse. She smiled she ran a finger down her belly to touch her clit at the memories of last night, of her and her daddy, bodies wrapped around each other in the throes of what had to be the most incredible sex in history. Speaking of him, where was he? She glanced around the room, rubbing the sleep out of the corners of her eyes, and found him absent. Well, knowing daddy, there were only a few places he would be before noon. She smiled softly as she rose from the bed, reaching out to take hold of her phone. It was just as well he’d left already, she supposed. She had some calls to make.

Daddy's Home Ch. 2

Daddy's Home: Ch. 2; First Time

Ten minutes has never felt so long for anyone else in the world. It had only taken a minute for Rich to get everything cleaned up downstairs, and then he’d headed upstairs. And that’s when he’d started to wait. For the first minute or so, he lay on the bed, eagerly anticipating what was going to happen next. Then he began to doubt, and once he began, it ran around in his head, getting worse and worse. Was this really the way a father should be acting? She said she wanted it, but did she really know what she wanted? She was only a teenager, after all. Was this taking advantage of her? Was he a good father? Would a good father force his little girl to suck him off and swallow every inch of his shaft? What if he’d scared her off by being that rough? What if she regretted everything now? What if she was sneaking out the bathroom window right now to run away? Or to report him to the police? Or child services? What if she was running through the streets half-naked and screaming rape? As his paranoia grew, he began to pace around the bed, running a hand through his hair, struggling with these moral questions.

A glance toward the door suddenly cleared his mind of his worries. There, in the door frame, was a boot. A black leather platform boot, with gleaming silver buckles all the way up to the knee, and an extra-tall slutty heel. Emerging from the boot was a black-and purple striped stocking that went about halfway up the thigh of a very shapely, pale leg. The source of the leg was hidden by door frame, a luring sight as the toe slowly dragged across the floor, almost beckoning with the movement. He felt a fresh rush of blood returning to his flagging hard-on, swiftly bringing it back to its former glory.

Daddy's Home Ch. 1

Daddy's Home: CH. 1; Welcome Home

Richard Johnson was a patient man. He had to be, bearing a name like his. He was a calm, level-headed man, who generally lived by the rules and made reasonable plans for the future. He was responsible, dependable, and cautious. For two years and three months, he’d been a loving husband, and for the seventeen years since then, he’d been a good, loving father to his daughter. That’s not to say he was an average sort of man. He’d lived a very unusual life. He’d always been a bit of a jock, and played tackle on the football team in his school. When he was eighteen, he’d married his high school sweetheart. Unfortunately, he hadn't been impressive enough to merit a scholarship like some of his teammates, but he soon landed in his feet in an unexpected profession. Professional wrestling. Initially he was part-time, wrestling at a local gym for a cut of the tickets while he went to college. But when his wife passed, he’d left school and thrown himself into his work to make the money he needed. Over the next eight years, he’d risen up to the national stage under the persona of ‘Tombstone’. The costume was a bit embarrassing, a weird combination of KISS’s costume style and Lobo’s personality, with a dash of Hulk Hogan for good measure. While his co-workers spent their fortunes on large houses and extravagance, he invested and saved his money. In his eighth year, he suffered an injury to his knee, and had to retire. Since then he’d spent his time at home living with his daughter, occasionally going off for a few days at a time to do commercials or the occasional movie appearance.

For a man of 36, he was in great shape. He had to be to fit into the costume. He stood 6’4”, with broad, powerful shoulders, muscular arms, and sharply-defined abs. He had short black hair that he spiked up when in costume, sharp blue eyes, and a handsome face with a square, clean-shaven jaw. He had a fake mustache to wear in costume, he got recognized too often if he just let it grow. At the moment his muscular figure was wrapped up in business casual, a white, collared shirt that bulged around his muscles, black slacks, and worst of all, a tie. He hated ties. Currently he was driving back home in his favorite car, a cherry red muscle car with a very satisfying roar when he pushed down the gas. He only allowed himself to drive it when he was doing appearances. He cranked the wheel right and turned onto his street, casting his gaze toward his home. It wasn’t a huge house, but it was more than big enough for just him and his daughter. Two stories, four bedrooms, a large kitchen, a finished basement with a home theater and a full gym, an in-ground pool and a hot tub in the back, and a two-car garage. And best of all, the place was paid for in full, no more mortgage to worry about.