[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.
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Monday, October 3, 2016
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.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
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.
*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.
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
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]
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]
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
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.
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.
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
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.
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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.
[/preview]
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.
[/preview]
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
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]
As usual, thank all of you for all your wonderful comments/faves/votes/follows/everything!I’ll give it one more shot: Thank you all, from the bottom of my perverse little heart. I know a lot of you have been really looking forward to this chapter, so without further ado, I hope you enjoy!
[/Pre-Story Bit]
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.
[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]
As usual, thank all of you for all your wonderful comments/faves/votes/follows/everything!I’ll give it one more shot: Thank you all, from the bottom of my perverse little heart. I know a lot of you have been really looking forward to this chapter, so without further ado, I hope you enjoy!
[/Pre-Story Bit]
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.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Daddy's Home Ch. 8 [Preview]
Ch. 8; The Angry One
[Pre-story bit]
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]
[/pre-story bit]
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.
[Pre-story bit]
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]
[/pre-story bit]
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.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Daddy's Home Ch. 7
Ch. 7; The Faithful One
[Pre-Story Bit]
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!
[/Pre-Story Bit]
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.
[Pre-Story Bit]
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!
[/Pre-Story Bit]
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.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
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.
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.
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