Dad's Mind-Controlled Daughters
Chapter Four: Mommy Helps Her Virgin Daughter
A Belt Buckle Mind-Control Story
Notes: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!
In a week my daughters had set up Best Dad's Daughter Services. “Showing young girls how to love their daddies!”
Sarah set up the website, Tonya did the banner and other graphic designs, and Janelle did the marketing. I couldn't believe how excited they were for me to teach other daughters how to love their daddies, and to teach other fathers how to be a great dad by fucking the hell out of their barely legal daughters.
This belt buckle was insane. Everyone who came near me fell under the power. I didn't even have to wear the belt buckle any longer. I could leave it at home and complete strangers would come up to me and ask my advice. They just knew.
It cast some sort of spell on me. As impossible as that seemed, as crazy as it was, that was what had happened. And though I had tried to fight it, knowing that it was wrong to take advantage of the people controlled, I was weak. Especially when it came to my three girls.
The new cell phone rang. Tonya squealed and grabbed it. “Best Dad's Daughter Services,” she said brightly. “This is Tonya speaking. How may I help you?”
As she spoke, she was sitting down at a laptop with a spreadsheet opened that had columns to fill in. She put the phone on speaker and a woman came up, saying, “...help with my daughter. She's just not sleeping with her father like she should be.”
“Okay,” said Tonya, typing in those comments. “Now, what's your name, ma'am?”
“Barbara,” she answered. “Barbara Foreman.”
“Foreman...” Tonya muttered under her breath as she typed. “Okay, and your phone number.”
She started entering in all the contact information. The daughter was named Chantelle. Then she asked when Barbara wanted to schedule her appointment. “Uh, Saturday would probably be best. Maybe around noon.”
“Noon on Saturday,” said Tonya, clicking on the spreadsheet and pointing in a mark. “You're penned in, Mrs. Foreman.”
“Okay,” Barbara said. “That's great. I hope this can help Chantelle out. She's a good girl. Mostly. But she's just not...”
“Loving her daddy.” Tonya giggled. My youngest glanced at me, her blonde hair, gathered in a pair of pigtails, swung about her face. “That's what we're here for. My sisters and I all love our dad. He's the best daddy in the world, that's why he's going to help your daughter out.”
“Wonderful,” the woman said. “I have to go.”
“You have yourself a great day, Mrs. Foreman,” Tonya said brightly, the eighteen-year-old girl's face bursting with delight. “Bye!”
She tapped the screen to end the call and then turned to face me. “Daddy!” she squealed. “First customer!”
Saturday at noon came around. As I had agreed when my daughters came up with this plan, one of my girls would be there to help. Tonya penned herself in for the first one, but they were supposed to alternate normally.
She was just so excited, Janelle and Sarah didn't mind getting skipped.
“That's them,” Tonya squealed. She wore a tight jean skirt that hugged her bubbly butt and a tank top that clung to her round breasts. Her blonde pigtails flew behind her as she raced to the door. I swallowed, wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, some cologne on.
Tonya insisted on me wearing the old spice.
She reached the door and wrenched it open. A blonde woman was standing on the porch in a sundress. She was my age or maybe a few years younger, with a gorgeous face and a full figure. Her large breast swelled out the front of her yellow dress. She adjusted her purse slung on her shoulder as she smiled.
“Mrs. Foreman?” my daughter asked.
“Yes,” she said and licked her lips. Then she looked behind her where a petite and shy girl waited halfway on the path from the driveway. She wore her brown hair in pigtails and had on a pair of jeans a pink baby doll t-shirt with a unicorn prancing on the front. She was staring down at her phone, her shoulders hunched. “Come on, Chantelle. Don't be shy. Mr. Daniels is supposed to be the best at this.”
“My daddy is,” Tonya said. She motioned to me.
I felt that same nervousness as the daughter, my mouth dry and stomach twisting. This wasn't helping out my coworkers but a complete stranger. A woman who was paying me to fuck her daughter. I stepped up to her.
“Hi, Barbara,” I said, trying to be friendly. “I'm Trevor.”
“It's a pleasure to meet you,” she said, giving me a polite smile, a wedding ring gleaming on her hand. Then she glanced again at her daughter. “Chantelle, come on. I'm not going to ask again.”
The girl looked up at me. Her blue eyes widened. Her cheeks went red. She shoved her hands into her pockets and rushed up to stand beside her mother. She trembled there, looking up at me. Her chest rose and fell.
“Hi, Chantelle,” I said, holding out my hand. “You don't have anything to be afraid of. We're going to give you the confidence to love your father.”
She swallowed and then took my hand with her trembling fingers. Her warm digits held me lightly. I smiled and gently pulled her into the house. Tonya was beaming as I did. The girl stared up into my eyes, her cheeks going redder and redder.
“See,” Tonya said, grabbing Barbara's hand and pulling the married woman in after her daughter. “This is going to be perfect. The bedroom is this way.”
“And I just wait down here?” Barbara asked, staring at the living room.
“Of course not,” said Tonya, this wicked gleam in her blue eyes. “You need to be up there to support your daughter. Help her out.”
What was my daughter up to?
“Oh, okay,” Barbara said. “Anything to help make this easier for Chantelle. I thought it would be easier if I wasn't in the room. I mean, I don't want to embarrass her.”
“Mom,” groaned Chantelle.
“Trust me,” Tonya said. “We're professionals.”
“Yeah,” I said, my dick so hard in my jeans.
I led Chantelle to the stairs and up them. My other two daughters had made themselves scarce for the appointment. I had two more today scheduled with Janelle and Sarah respectively helping out. We were just starting, but people were booking up to have their barely legal daughters fucked by a strange, older man.
It was so insane.
Chantelle gripped my hand in hers as I led her up the stairs. “You have nothing to be frightened of, honey. Is it your first time?”
She nodded, squirming.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” I said. “Everyone starts out as a virgin.” I chuckled. “Even me.”
“Yeah, and once you leave here, you won't be,” said Tonya. “I was a virgin my first time with Daddy, too. He's the only man I've ever been with.”
“And you took the virginities of all your daughters?” Barbara asked as we reached the second floor. “Your website mentions you have three of them you had to raise after your wife died.”
“Only my two youngest,” I said as we headed down the hallway. “Janelle, my oldest, is a bit more of a wild girl.”
“But she's all Daddy's now,” added Tonya. “She's even gone off birth-control. She wants to be bred by Daddy like Sarah and me.”
Gone off birth control... That was news to me.
“Chantelle's not on birth control,” said Barbara. I pushed open the door to the bedroom as she added, “Will you be wearing a rubber.”
“It's on the website,” Tonya said. “Unprotected sex is important for the bonding process. Daddies should never wear a rubber with their little girls. And since my daddy is being a surrogate, he can't either.”
“Oh, that makes sense,” Barbara brightly said. “Well, you're probably safe, Chantelle. But you never know.”
The girl squeezed my hand tighter.
“Now,” Tonya said as I let go of Chantelle's hand. She glanced over at Barbara. “Mrs. Foreman, you have a role to play in this. It's your job as the mother to make sure your daughter is ready to make love with her daddy. By her lingerie. Make sure they have time to be intimate. You can even dress her. And strip her. Daddies like seeing their wives strip their daughters.”
“Oh, wow,” Barbara said.
“So why don't we practice,” Tonya said and grabbed my shirt and pulled it up my body. “Strip your daughter naked.”
Beaming, the mother grabbed the hem of her daughter's t-shirt and began pulling the fabric up over the nervous girl's torso. Blushing, she thrust her arms up into the air. The fabric rolled over her stomach and then revealed a white bra that held her little boobs. The top came off and her pigtails fell back down around her shoulders. One dangled down the front of her chest towards her small breasts.
Tonya fell to her knees and undid my Best Dad belt. She had insisted I wear it. She worked at the leather, the buckle rattling. My cock throbbed as I watched Barbara reach behind her trembling daughter and unhook the girl's bra. She pulled off the straps and unveiled those small, firm titties.
Little A-cups like Sarah had.
“Someone's excited,” Barbara said, staring at her daughter's hard, if small, nipples.
“Mom,” groaned Chantelle.
“It's good that you're excited,” said Barbara. “You should be. Mr. Daniels is a very handsome man.”
“Yeah, my dad's hot,” said Tonya. She yanked down my jeans.
Barbara knelt before her daughter and undid her pants. The girl hugged herself and bit her lower lip. She was staring at me, her cheeks so bright. Her mother tugged off her jeans, a pair of white panties beneath. Crisp and wholesome. So virginal.
My cock throbbed in my boxers.
I stepped out of my jeans and Chantelle followed a moment later. Tonya threw a look over her shoulder as Barbara hooked her daughter's panties. Beaming up at me, Tonya yanked down my boxers as Barbara peeled off her daughter's undergarment. A brown bush came into view, curls trimmed and neat.
My cock sprang out of my boxers. Chantelle gasped, staring at my dick with her young, virginal eyes. I ached to take the girl's cherry. To make Chantelle into a woman and break her in for her father.
It would be incredible. Just an amazing moment.
My dick twitched with my pounding heartbeat as Chantelle stepped out of her panties. Dewdrops clung to her curls. Her vulva just peeking through her curls, her slit looking so tight and delicious. My dick was so hard for her, bouncing as I stepped out of my boxers.
“Mmm, look at that cock,” said Tonya. She grabbed my dick and rubbed the tip into her cheek. “He's just perfect, isn't he?”
“I... I guess,” Chantelle said, her flush spreading down her throat to her chest now.
“Oh, yes, you are quite impressive, Mr. Daniels,” Barbara said, her cheeks growing as red as her daughter.
“Now,” Tonya said, popping to her feet, “you should get naked, too, Mrs. Foreman. You would when you would watch your husband make love to your daughter.”
“Oh, yes, I suppose I would,” she said. “I would watch?”
Tonya nodded. “Plus, you're daughter has much to learn. So having a woman as experienced as you to guide her, the way a mother should, is very important.”
What was my daughter up to here?
She popped off her tank top and bared her round titties. She didn't bother wearing a bra. Though she was the same age as Chantelle, my daughter was more developed. She had bigger tits than Sarah, my middle daughter, though Janelle's big boobs dwarfed Tonya's. My youngest's boobs bounced and jiggled as she peeled out of her skirt and revealed a blonde landing strip leading to her shaved pussy lips.
“You're shaved,” said Mrs. Foreman.
“And Daddy loves my bald twat,” said Tonya. “It's all girlish and cute. Daddy just buries his face into my snatch and feasts on me.”
“Oh,” whimpered Chantelle.
Barbara nodded and turned to put her back to her daughter. “Chantelle, honey, can you unzip me, please?”
The virgin wrenched her gaze from my cock thrusting out hard before her. She swallowed and turned to her mother. With trembling hands, she drew down the zipper. The cloth slid off Barbara's shoulders and fell down her body. She had her large breasts in a purple bra with matching panties. She glanced at me and blushed.
“I don't usually get naked in front of other men,” said Barbara. “It's been, well, a long time since another guy's seen me naked.”
“Just part of helping your daughter out,” Tonya said. “Come on, let's see those boobs. Chantelle, you're going to develop tits that big one day.”
“R-really?” asked Chantelle.
“Well, I was bigger than you at your age, but having children did make my boobs grow two cup sizes,” the mother said as she unhooked her bra. She slipped off her bra and her big and soft tits spilled out. She had fat, dark-pink nipples, her areolas ovoids. Her boobs had weight, shown by how they swayed pendulously back and forth.
They were delicious to watch as she bent down to roll off her panties. Her thick, blonde bush came into view. It was like something out of vintage, seventies porn. My wife used to have a bush like that. I would get her hairs caught in my teeth. It felt wonderful having all those curls on her.
“There,” said Barbara. “Oh, my, this is a little embarrassing.”
“Yeah,” said Chantelle.
“You two have nothing to be embarrassed about,” I said, my dick throbbing hard before me. “You're both gorgeous women.”
Mother and daughter beamed at me. So different but their faces were so similar in that moment. The mother's features were found in the daughters. A little different, nose slightly off and cheekbones not as high, but you could tell they were related.
“Now, both of you kneel before my daddy,” said Tonya. “Chantelle, your first lesson is on blowjobs, right, Daddy?”
“Yeah,” I said and frowned. Why would she have both... My eyes widened as I understood.
“You want me to kneel, too?” Barbara said, guiding her daughter forward and then gently pushing her down onto her knees before me. “I mean...”
“Well, who else is going to show your daughter how to suck cock?” Tonya asked brightly. “You have to kneel to blow my daddy, Mrs. Foreman.”
“But I'm married!” Her large tits jiggled as she did that.
I glanced at Tonya. She was supposed to do that. It was why she was here. But she just winked at me. My dick throbbed as I glanced at the beautiful Barbara Foreman. Another man's wife. I would be cuckolding this guy.
“Yeah,” I said. “You need to show your daughter how to suck her daddy's cock. After all, you know how to please your husband.”
“Oh, I suppose,” she said, swallowing. “Just a blowjob. And you're standing in for my husband.”
“Right,” nodded Tonya, her round tits jiggling. “You're going to do great, Mrs. Foreman. Show you're daughter how it's done!”
Barbara fell to her knees before me. She swallowed as she grabbed my cock. Her daughter was watching on in wide-eyed curiosity and shock. I swallowed, my dick throbbing in the married woman's hand.
“Make sure you don't use your teeth,” said Barbara. “Now, Mr. Daniels is bigger than your father, so if you can suck his cock without any issues, then you'll do fine with your father's. Now, your daddy likes it if I kiss his cock first. Then start licking and then sucking.”
Barbara licked her plump lips. Then she leaned in and planted her mouth right on my cock. I shuddered at the feel of her touch on my dick. My cock twitched in her hand. This heat swept over me. My heart pounded in my chest. I groaned, savoring how good it felt to have her mouth smooching on my cock. My heart pounded in my chest.
Her tongue flicked over the crown. I stared down into the married woman's eyes as she pleasured my cock. Her daughter was watching her mother with wide eyes. The girl shuddered and licked her lips as her mother's tongue bathed my tip. Pleasure shot down my cock.
“You hear that, Chantelle?” purred Barbara, her pink lips shiny with her spit and my precum. “That's the sound of a man enjoying a blowjob. Your daddy will make the same sounds. Now, you try.”
The girl swallowed and then leaned in. Her breath spilled over the wet crown of my cock. Then she kissed me on the side and jerked her lips back like she feared being burned. She licked them and shuddered. She kissed me again, this time on the slit, her mother nodding encouragements.
The girl bathed my crown in smooches. She kissed over my cock and then licked me, brushing my slit. Pleasure shot through me. It was incredible to feel. I loved this bliss. My heart pounded in my chest. The heat swept through my body. It was amazing to enjoy. My heart pounded in my chest. I love every moment of this bliss.
“Oh, my god, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, damn, that's good. That's so good.
“See, honey,” her mother said. “You're doing great. Now... Once you've kissed it, it's time to suck it. Like this.”
The girl pulled back as the mother leaned in and then she slid her lips around my cock. I gasped at the plumpness. The married woman formed a tight seal and suckled. Her tongue danced around my cock.
I groaned as the pleasure rushed down my shaft. My balls tightened. This felt amazing. My chest rose and fell. I loved every second of it. My head tossed from side to side. I groaned, loving this moment. I savored the delight of having this heat sweeping through my body. My dick twitched and throbbed in her mouth.
“Damn,” I panted. “Oh, damn, that's good. Ooh, yes, yes, I love it, Barbara.”
“Mom,” the girl said in awe as her mother started bobbing her head. She suckled with hunger on my cock. My dick throbbed in the woman's mouth. She suckled with passion on me. I groaned, loving every second of it. “Wow.”
“I know,” my daughter cooed.
Barbara slid her lips off my cock, drool spilling down her chin. Breathless, she said, “You just... have to suck... like that.”
“O-okay, Mom.” Chantelle swallowed and then leaned in. She slid her lips over my cock.
“Mind your teeth,” her mother purred.
The girl engulfed my cock in her mouth. This heat swept through me. It felt incredible having her lips around my crown. It was this incredible passion. I groaned, my face tightening from the delight of her full lips about my dick.
She suckled. Her cheeks hollowed. She stared up at me as I groaned. The naughty virgin nursed on my cock while her mother nodded her head in encouragement. This was so wild. I couldn't believe this was happening.
“Damn,” I groaned, glancing at my grinning daughter. “Oh, damn, that's good.”
Tonya winked at me.
“Chantelle,” I panted as she bobbed her head, sucking on my dick.
“Now,” Tonya said. “Keep showing your daughter how to suck dick. Go back and forth. Trade off. Then have my daddy finish on your faces.”
Barbara gasped, “What?”
“Don't you think your husband would love to cum on his wife and his little girl's face at the same time?” asked Tonya. “Isn't he a great dad that deserves that treat?”
“Oh, my, I guess,” Barbara groaned while her daughter sucked on my dick with more and more pressure. “Okay, honey, we're going to swap. Practice pleasing your daddy this way.”
The girl nodded, nursing harder. Then she slid her lips off with a wet plop. Drool spilled down her chin while her mother swooped in and sucked my dick into her mouth. I groaned at how great that felt. The pleasure swept through my body. It was incredible. Amazing. I groaned, savoring the pleasure shooting down my dick to my balls.
Barbara bobbed her head a few more times, nursing with passion, before she traded off with her daughter. The mother panted, her large breast jiggling and swaying while her daughter leaned in and sucked my cock into her mouth. I groaned at the pleasure of this moment. I savored the bliss. It was incredible.
I tossed my head back, loving the bliss. The heat of her mouth nursing on my cock. She suckled with passion. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. This pleasure was amazing. It was fantastic. Her mother watched on with awe.
Then they switched.
“Fuck,” I groaned, savoring the mother and daughter passing my dick back and forth.
“Ooh, that's so hot,” Tonya whimpered, fingering her pussy as she watched.
I went from Barbara's hard nursing to Chantelle's fluttering tongue. They both suckled on me, drool spilling down their cheeks. It was like an indirect kiss. I shuddered, the pressure in my balls swelling and swelling.
Barbara's lips slid over my cock. Her cheeks hollowed while her hand fisted my dick. Then she popped off and Chantelle greedily swallowed my cock, the virgin getting into the blowjob, nursing with such enthusiasm.
“That's it,” purred her mother. “Mmm, you're going to get Mr. Daniels cumming all over our faces. Just like your father will.”
The girl squealed.
“I'm getting there,” I groaned, the pressure swelling in my balls. “Just a little bit more.”
“You heard him, honey,” purred the mother. “Slide your mouth off and let's get him to cum on our faces.”
Chantelle slid up my cock. Her lips plopped off. “Yes, Mommy!”
Barbara fisted my cock, holding my dick aimed at her and her daughter's faces. I shuddered, my balls tightening as I savored every moment of this pleasure. It swelled and swelled in me. This heat that would burst out of me. It would be incredible. I groaned, loving the pressure. It was awesome.
“Goddamn,” I groaned. “That's it.”
“Cum on our faces,” Barbara moaned. “Men like it when you beg. Your daddy, too.”
“C-cum on our faces, Mr. Daniels,” whimpered the girl, her mother's hand stroking up and down my cock. She brushed the crown.
“Fuck, yes!” I roared.
My jizz fired on the mother's and daughter's faces. They pressed their cheeks tight together as my cum showered over them. Tonya squealed in delight as I basted Barbara and her daughter in my jizz. Pleasure slammed into my mind as I hosed down the married woman and the virgin.
My spunk painted ropy lines across their faces. They dripped in my spunk, looking so sexy. I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest as I loved how gorgeous they were. Their spunk ran down their faces.
Damn, it was great. I sucked in deep breaths.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Oh, fuck, that's amazing. Damn!”
“Wow,” Chantelle groaned as I fired my last blast of spunk. It coated her lips and painted her cheeks.
“Now lick each other clean,” Tonya moaned, her fingers plunging in and out of her cunt. “Lick up my daddy's spunk.”
Barbara turned and lapped at her daughter's cheek. I shuddered at the sight of the married woman cleaning up my spunk off her daughter's face. My dick twitched, not even going soft. Chantelle whimpered and then she lapped at her mother's cheeks.
Their tongues flashed pink, gathering up my spunk off the other. They lapped at cheeks and foreheads. The bridges of noses. Chins. Then they brushed each other's lips. They froze for a moment. Then they kissed.
The lesbian, incestuous, cum-filled kiss before me had my dick throbbing. Tonya squealed in orgasmic delight, my daughter's breasts bouncing on the edge of my vision. I watched mother and daughter snowballing my jizz.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
Chantelle broke the kiss. “Mom...”
Panting, her mother nodded. “I know... That will make your father very happy.”
“Yes, it will,” Tonya groaned, her fingers pulling out of her pussy. “Now, we have to get your daughter's pussy ready to be broken in. I think she needs to be eaten out by my daddy. Why don't you lie on the bed then Chantelle can sit on your face. That way she can have some control.”
“Oh, sure,” I said, surprised by the idea, my cock hard.
I stretched out on my back, squirming to get comfortable. Chantelle climbed onto the bed. She swallowed and then she straddled my head. I stared up at her trimmed, brown bush dripping with her juices. The sweet musk of her pussy filled my nose. She lowered herself down to my mouth, coming closer and closer with every moment.
Then she planted her bush right on my mouth. “Like this?”
“Yes,” I groaned, her curls tickling my face. Beads of pussy cream coated my lips and spilled through my mouth. I licked her.
“Oh, Mom,” she gasped as I licked at her pussy. “Oh, that's great. Ooh, yes, yes, he's licking me.”
“My daddy is a superb cunnilinguist,” said Tonya. I was shocked she knew that word. “Now, Mrs. Foreman, we want to make sure my Daddy's cock is fully lubed for your daughter's pussy.”
“Of course,” Barbara said.
“I find a mother's pussy cream is the best lube, so if you could sit on my daddy's cock and get him all nice and juicy for your daughter.”
“Uh...” Barbara said, hesitation in her voice. My dick twitched.
“Go on, Mrs. Foreman,” said my daughter. “Just impale your juicy cunt on his dick and get him nice and wet for your daughter.”
“Let's leave this part out when we tell your father,” muttered Barbara as she mounted the bed. “I'm just doing this to lube him up. It's not like I want his big, thick dick in me.”
“Okay, Mommy,” moaned Chantelle as I licked at her, seemingly fooled. But I heard the heat in the married woman's voice.
She grabbed my cock and lifted it. She straddled me and then her bush rubbed into the tip. I groaned into her daughter's pussy. The mother lowered herself. The curls spilled around my cock. I groaned, loving the feel of her ticklish bush. And then...
Her pussy lips kissed my cock. Thick and engorged with her excitement. They slid around my crown and swallowed me. I groaned into her daughter's snatch as she sank inch after inch of her married cunt down my shaft. Pleasure radiated through me.
“That's it, Mommy, lube his cock for me,” moaned Chantelle.
“Yes, yes, I'm going to get him nice and lubed for you,” the mother purred. “Ooh, you're going to love this dick. So big and thick. Yes!”
Her pussy clamped down on my cock and then she rose up it. I growled into her daughter's twat, loving that silky glide around my dick. I licked at the virgin's sweet pussy as her mother slammed her cunt back down my dick.
Barbara rode me. She worked her married twat up and down my cock while I feasted on her daughter's virgin pussy. I licked at Chantelle's slit, gathering up sweet cream and brushing her hymen. Soon, I would be ramming through that barrier.
I groaned, lapping at the girl. I licked at her with hunger. I feasted on her as her mother worked her twat up and down my dick. That silky sheath massaged me. I groaned, savoring cuckolding the girl's father.
“Oh, yes, yes,” Barbara moaned. “Oh, honey, you're going to love this dick in you. Ooh, your mommy's getting him so wet and ready for you.”
“Thank you, Mommy!” she squealed, her hips shifting, rubbing her furred muff on my face.
“Yes, that's it,” purred Tonya. “Lube my daddy's cock.”
“Yes!” hissed the married woman as she slammed her hot cunt down my cock again.
Her boobs smacked together as she rode my dick. I growled into her daughter's pussy, the pressure building at the tip of my cock. Her flesh massaged me. Her hot pussy brought me closer and closer to cumming. Closer and closer to exploding. It would be fantastic. I shuddered, savoring every moment. Every last second of this.
Her pussy worked up and down my dick. She held me tight. Her cunt clamped down on me. It was amazing. I shuddered, whimpering and moaning as she rode me with such passion. My dick throbbed in her pussy.
“Goddamn,” I groaned into the virgin's twat. “That's amazing.”
“Oh, Daddy, she's riding you,” purred my daughter. “She's riding your cock. That's so hot. She's getting you all lubed.”
“And he's making my pussy feel so good,” Chantelle moaned. “I'm going to have an orgasm, Mommy.”
“Me, too,” the mother moaned, her pussy squeezing about my cock. “This dick is so big. Yes, yes, I love... I love lubing it!”
“Yay!” Chantelle squealed, her hips grinding on my face.
I licked at her. My tongue lapped at her cut. I luxuriated in this pleasure. I savored that heat sliding up and down my dick. It was fantastic. I groaned, my face contorting from the bliss of this moment. My dick twitched and throbbed. The pleasure was fantastic.
Barbara's married pussy clamped down on me. She held me tight as she rode me. The pressure swelled and swelled. My tongue fluttered up and down her daughter's slit. I stroked her tight pussy lips and brushed her clit.
“Mr. Daniels!” she squealed. “Ooh, ooh, play with my love button.”
“Your clit?” moaned the mother, riding me as fast as she could. Her tits heaved. “Is he playing with your clit?”
I suckled on the girl's clit, my balls tightening. My orgasm built and built. I hurtled closer and closer to it as that hot cunt massaged my dick. I nursed on Chantelle's bud. She moaned, her cute, little rump clenching before my face. Her head tossed, pigtails dancing.
Her whimpers grew louder while her mother's moans echoed through the room. The married woman's tits smacked together as she rode my cock. Her pussy massaged me. My toes curled. I growled as I suckled on Chantelle's clit, so close to erupting.
“I'm going to cum, Mommy!” squealed the girl.
“Cum!” moaned the mother. “Cum on his face because... because...” She impaled her cunt down my cock. Her flesh went wild. “I'm lubing his dick!”
Barbara's married pussy convulsed around my dick as she climaxed. Her pussy rippled and writhed around my shaft, sucking at me. I groaned, savoring every moment of her pussy's spasming passion. It felt incredible. I groaned, savoring that joy. The bliss swept through me. It was fantastic to enjoy.
I growled around the daughter's clit and erupted into the mother. I bathed another man's wife's cunt with my seed. I flooded her with my jizz, cuckolding him while nursing on his daughter's bud. I bucked, stars bursting across my vision.
“Mommy!” squealed the girl, her sweet cream gushing out of her pussy. “Yes, yes, yes!”
“That's it,” moaned my daughter.
“Flood my cunt, Trevor!” gasped the married woman, her pussy spasming around my dick and milking my cock. “Yes, yes, flood me with all that jizz while I... I... lube your cock so hard. I'm just lubing the hell out of your cock!”
“Yes, yes, lube him for me, Mommy!” the climaxing daughter moaned, her sweet cream drowning me.
I drank her pussy cream as I dumped my cum into her mother's married pussy. I groaned, my dick pulsing as I basted Barbara's twat. Her pussy wrung my cock dry. I groaned, hitting the peak of my pleasure. I licked at her daughter's twat as I groaned.
“Oh, damn,” moaned the wife. “Oh, damn, that was... that was amazing.”
“And now... now Mr. Daniels is going to... to... to pop my cherry?” whimpered the girl sitting on my face.
“And break you in for your father's cock,” squealed my daughter. “It's going to be amazing. Now that you have lubed my father's cock, I'll let you practice licking your little girl's pussy by allowing you to eat me out, Mrs. Foreman.”
“Lick your pussy?”
“Of course,” Tonya said. The bed shook. She must have jumped on it. “We're going to sixty-nine. Your husband will love watching you lick his cum out of each other's holes. He's a great dad, right? Not the best, but pretty sweet?”
“Yeah,” Barbara said. “I've never... You know...”
“Eaten cunt?” My daughter squealed. “That's A-OK. That's why you're here. To practice on me. Now lie on your back, let me sit on your face, and lap all of my daddy's cum out of your pussy.”
“Oh, god, yes,” moaned the married woman.
Barbara slid off my cock with a groan. The bed shook as she shifted. As she got into place. Her daughter slid off my face, panting. I glanced up at the eighteen-year-old girl. Her small breasts rose and fell as she breathed heavily, a big smile on her face.
Tonya slid onto Barbara. My daughter knew what she was doing. She and her sisters were always licking each other's cum-filled pussies. I shuddered as Tonya rubbed her pussy against Barbara's face. The married woman gasped as Tonya began feasting.
“Oh, yes, yes, my daddy's cum leaking out of mommy pussy,” Tonya moaned. “You're going to love licking your dad's cum out of your mom's pussy, Chantelle.”
“Wow,” the girl whimpered. “And now we...” She glanced down at me, her blue eyes shining.
I cupped her face and kissed her on the lips. She moaned as I did, tasting her sweet passion. Her lips were so sweet. I slid my hands down from her face to stroke down her neck and to her shoulders. Then I went lower to her breasts.
I cupped her boobs. I massaged her nubs. My fingers dug into her flesh. I squeezed and kneaded them, loving how they felt in my grip. This was so exciting. My heart pounded in my chest as I kissed her with hunger.
My daughter and Barbara moaned as they sixty-nined, the sounds of their passion stirring.
I pushed the girl down as I kissed her. My tongue danced with hers, stroking her. She trembled as she stretched out on her back. My hands kneaded her breasts. I massaged those little mounds as she whimpered, my cock rubbing wet into her belly.
I broke the kiss. “You ready?”
She nodded, staring up at me with these bright, blue eyes.
“Guide my cock to your pussy,” I told her. “Your father will love that. Just press me right against your pussy.”
“Yes, Mr. Daniels,” she said, her blue eyes so bright. She grabbed my cock, under the control of the belt buckle.
I was a terrible guy for enjoying this, but she was eager for it. I could see it in her eyes. She didn't know she was being hypnotized or mind-controlled, she just wanted to have my cock pop her cherry so she could have sex with her father.
And he would love it. He would savor being in her pussy as much as I did sliding into my daughter's cunts. It was a treat to enjoy. I groaned as I pressed my cock into her cherry. I felt her innocent resistance. I just had to thrust forward. Just plow into her.
“Please, please, break me in for my daddy,” she whimpered. “Mommy lubed you all up for me.”
“Yes, she did,” I groaned, glancing at my daughter and the married woman locked in their sixty-nine, both moaning. Barbara's hands gripped my daughter's rump, wedding ring glinting. “She lubed me good.”
I pressed against Chantelle's cherry. Her hymen stretched and stretched and then she gasped. Her cherry popped. My cock slipped into her juicy pussy. She groaned, her blue eyes widening as I went deeper and deeper into her pussy. She shuddered, her arms holding me tight. Her small body trembled beneath me.
“Mr. Daniels,” she moaned as I went deeper and deeper into her pussy. She felt so amazing wrapped around my dick. Just fantastic.
I groaned as I sank slowly farther into her cunt. Inch after inch, centimeter after centimeter, of my big dick penetrated into her snatch. I groaned, loving every moment of her pussy squeezing and massaging around my cock. It was fantastic. I shuddered, sliding to the hilt in her pussy. She squeezed about me.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I panted.
“Mr. Daniels,” she whimpered.
I was in her. I had sunk all the way to the hilt in her snatch. I shuddered, loving how great she felt. How amazing she was. That tight pussy held me. I drew back and she squealed. Her pussy clenched down on me. She felt fantastic.
I groaned as I thrust back into her pussy. Her hot flesh squeezed so tight around my dick. I bottomed out in her, my nuts smacking her taint. She gasped and shuddered beneath me, her arms and legs wrapped around me. The eighteen-year-old girl felt so amazing beneath me.
I pumped away at her pussy. I groaned with each thrust into her cunt. She moaned, her cunt gripping my dick. She held me tight as I buried into her snatch again and again. I loved her pussy squeezing around me.
“Damn,” I groaned.
“Ooh, Mr. Daniels,” she gasped, her pussy clenching about me. “This is so good. Yes, yes, thank you!”
“You're welcome,” I groaned.
Beside us, her mother and my daughter moaned as they devoured the other's pussy. The bed creaked and groaned as the four of us shifted around. I pumped away at Chantelle's twat. I buried into her snatch, her pussy massaging me.
The ache built and built at the tip of my dick as I plundered her depths. I reveled in her young cunt squeezing around me. I shuddered, thrusting harder and harder into her snatch. I buried to the hilt in her.
She groaned and whimpered, her face twisting with delight. Her pussy clamped down on me as I pulled back. She squirmed, shifting her pussy around my cock as I buried into her. Beside us, her mother and my daughter moaned louder and louder.
“Oh, Mr. Daniels,” the girl cooed. “This is amazing.”
“It is,” I groaned.
“Yes!” Barbara purred. “I'm going to cum. Ooh, you're so delicious, Tonya!”
“Yes, yes, yes!” squealed my daughter. “So are you and... and… Yeeeesssss! Drink all my pussy cream, Mrs. Foreman! Drink it!”
“So good,” Barbara moaned. “Oh, Chantelle, I can't wait to lick your pussy! It's so good. Fuck!”
They were both squirming and moaning, cumming as they sixty-nined. I grunted, loving the sounds they made as I pumped, away at Chantelle's deflowered pussy. She squirmed beneath me, hugging me tight. Her small nipples rubbed into my hairy chest.
Her moans filled my ears, her pussy clenching down on my cock. The silky heat of her young flesh brought me closer and closer to cumming. I would flood her womb. Maybe even breed her. I shuddered, slamming hard into her cunt. I buried deep into her pussy.
“Oh, that was good,” Barbara whimpered. “Mmm, Trevor, fuck my daughter hard. Make her explode like you did me. Ooh, you have such a wonderful cock.”
“He does, Mommy!” gasped Chantelle. “I'm getting closer and closer.”
“Yeah, fuck her, Daddy!” Tonya squealed. “Fuck her hard. Make that cutie cum on your big dick!”
I thrust hard into Chantelle. She groaned, squeezing her cunt down on my cock. She felt amazing. I groaned, the pressure in my nuts, smacking hard into her taint, rising with my every stroke into her snatch. I groaned, savoring that heat, loving how it built and built in me.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she squealed, her pussy clenching down on my cock. “Mr. Daniels! Yes!”
As I drew back, her pussy went wild around my cock. She convulsed and spasmed. Her flesh rippled and writhed. It was incredible. I groaned, enjoying that delight as it rippled around my cock. It was fantastic.
I groaned, pumping away at her convulsing twat. She bucked beneath, gasping and moaning as she climaxed on me. I buried into her twat, savoring her hot flesh rippling around my dick. She suckled at me.
“Fuck!” I howled and then erupted.
My cum fired into her pussy. Spurt after spurt of my jizz erupted into her cunt. I groaned, savoring that heat shooting through me. Stars burst across my vision. I growled, basting the girl's cunt with all my jizz.
“Mr. Daniels!” she gasped. “You're... you're...”
“Cumming!” I growled.
“Go, Daddy!” squealed my daughter.
It flowed out of me. This heat. This wonderful spunk. It was fantastic. Stars danced before my eyes. I trembled atop her, my cum erupting into her snatch. The pleasure rushed out of me. It splashed into her pussy as I shuddered through my orgasm.
Her cunt milked me. I reveled in her pussy rippling around my cock. She milked out every drop of spunk I had. Just like her mother. I groaned as her tight, hot snatch wrung my cock dry, my balls emptying with a final spurt of jizz.
“Fuck,” I panted.
“Oh, Mr. Daniels, that was amazing.”
“Yes!” squealed Tonya. “Oh, Daddy, that was so hot. Ooh, ooh and now, Mrs. Foreman, you know how to help your daughter out with her father.”
“That's right,” moaned the MILF.
“And I know how to make love to my daddy,” cooed the eighteen-year-old girl trembling beneath me. “Thank you, Mr. Daniels, for teaching me. Ooh, you really are the best dad. Your daughters are so lucky.”
“I guess they are,” I groaned, my dick throbbing in her depths.
My first client satiated. The first three hundred made by Best Dad's Daughter Services. It had been exhilarating. And I had two more sessions today. The belt buckle had changed everything. Why? What person or creature or deity would give this to me?
To be continued...