Perverted Daddy System

Chapter 118 - School day

I wake to the smell of slept-in sheets and the weight of a girl sprawled across my chest. Hester. Her head is tucked under my chin, her hair tickling my nose, and her leg is hooked over my thigh like she's afraid I might disappear during the night. On my left, Hope is curled into my side, her hand resting on my stomach, her breathing slow and even. Two beautiful daughters. A wife in the other room. Life is good.

I check the time on my phone. Six-thirty. School starts in two hours. Plenty of time for a slow morning.

System, status.

[Running status report...]

[Name: Ben]

[Active title: Virgin slayer]

[PDP: 63200]

[Daughters: Hope Lawrence, Hester Paulsson]

[Followers: Katie Lawrence]

[Dick length: 7in]

[Dick girth: 5.5in]

[Load volume: 12ml/ejaculation]

[Available skills: Mentor lv3, Private Tutor, Trust fund, Dog trainer, Libido enhancer, Honey trap, Cat herder]

[Passive: Seduction aura]

[Titles: Virgin slayer (equipped), Master of torment, Rough daddy, The Cockfeller, Roofie master]

I smile at the ceiling. Sixty-three thousand points. That's a lot of buying power. I could pick up Self-control, buy another Pill of Restoration for when I need it, stock up on drops and sprays. But I'll hold for now. No need to spend until there's something worth spending on.

I run through my mental list for today. Step one: walk Hope to school as her new father. Step two: meet the secretary, plant a Pin of Trust. Step three: charm the teachers one by one — Mrs. Albright the disciplinarian, Mr. Harrison the pushover, Miss Delaney the pretty young thing. Step four: have a chat with Paul about the twins. Step five: get home and plan the next move.

I glance toward the door as Hester's footsteps pad back from the bathroom. Good thing I had Paul drop her spare uniform at Katie's last night. The original one didn't survive her first visit to my playroom.

Busy day. But I like busy. Busy means progress.

My morning wood is pressing against Hester's thigh. She stirs, feeling it, and a sleepy smile spreads across her face before she even opens her eyes.

"Good morning, father," she mumbles against my chest.

"Good morning, pet."

She shifts, sliding her body down mine until her face is level with my waist. She kisses the head of my cock through my boxers, then looks up at me with those big eyes, waiting.

"May I?"

I glance at Hope. Still asleep. Katie's in her own room across the hall. Plenty of time before the school rush.

"Be quick about it."

She doesn't need to be told twice. She pulls down my boxers and takes me in her mouth, her tongue working the head while her hand pumps the shaft. She's gotten good at this. Practice makes perfect. The first time she tried, she gagged after ten seconds and had to stop. Now she can take me to the base without flinching. I'm proud of her progress.

I close my eyes and let her work. Her head bobs up and down, taking me deeper each time, her throat relaxing to accommodate my length. Seven inches is a lot for a sixteen-year-old mouth, but she manages. She's determined. She wants to please.

[Pervy act detected: morning blowjob 400 PDP x 2 state of undress bonus = 800 PDP]

I feel the buildup in my balls. I grab a handful of her hair and hold her down, letting my cum shoot straight down her throat. She gags but swallows, taking it all, not pulling away until I'm completely done.

When I let go, she comes up gasping, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to my cockhead. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and smiles.

"Thank you, father."

"Good girl. Now go get dressed. We have a big day today."

She slides out of bed, naked, and pads toward the bathroom. I watch her go. Her ass is still red from last night's spanking. A lovely sight. I smile.

Hope stirs beside me, blinking awake.

"Daddy?"

"Morning, honey."

She stretches like a cat and presses herself against me. "Did Hester already get her breakfast?"

"She did."

"Lucky." She pouts, but there's no heat in it. "I need to get ready for school anyway."

She kisses me on the cheek and heads to her own bathroom. I lie in bed for another minute, staring at the ceiling, running through the day's plan one more time. Then I get up.

Katie is in the kitchen when I walk in, wearing nothing but an apron, flipping pancakes. The sight of her bare ass makes me hard again instantly.

"Good morning, master," she says without turning around. She knows I'm watching.

"Morning, love."

I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, pressing my cock against the cleft of her ass. She grinds back against me, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

"Busy day today," she says.

"Busy day."

"Then you better save your energy." She turns in my arms and kisses me. "Go sit. Breakfast is almost ready."

I sit. She serves. The girls come in dressed in their uniforms — navy blue blazers, white blouses, matching pleated skirts. Hester has added a ribbon in her hair, a small personal touch. They sit at the table and eat like normal teenagers, chatting about homework and teachers and who said what to whom. If anyone walked in, they'd see a perfectly normal family.

Except for the part where the mother is naked under her apron, Hester has my cum settling in her stomach from this morning, and Hope is disappointed she didn't get any.

But nobody walks in.

Hester is quiet. I can tell she's thinking about the apology. She's been dreading it since I told her she had to stand up in front of everyone and admit what she did.

"Hey." I reach across the table and take her hand. "You'll be fine."

She nods, not meeting my eyes. "I know, father. I said I would. I keep my word."

"I know you do."

We finish breakfast. The girls clear the dishes while I get dressed in a clean button-down and slacks. Presentable. Respectable. Fatherly. When I come out, they're waiting by the door. Katie kisses me goodbye.

"Good luck today."

"Luck has nothing to do with it."

We walk out together, the three of us. The morning air is cool against my face, carrying the smell of damp grass and distant exhaust from a passing truck. The streets are quiet. A few neighbors are out — Mr. Patterson watering his lawn, old Mrs. Finch walking her poodle. They nod at us. I nod back. Respectable family man. That's what they see.

We reach the corner where the school comes into view. The building is old brick, three stories, with a cross mounted above the main entrance. The town is like that. Church on every corner. God in every conversation. Tradition baked into every brick. It makes things harder in some ways and easier in others.

Hester stops. "I should go ahead. We can't be seen walking in together."

She's right. A man arriving with two teenage girls who aren't both his would raise eyebrows. The gossip mill would have a field day.

"Go ahead, pet. I'll see you at home."

She nods and walks off, her school bag bouncing against her back. Her shoulders are tense. I watch her go, then turn to Hope.

"Ready, honey?"

"Ready, daddy."

We walk toward the school gates together, father and daughter, just another normal family in a normal town.

If only they knew... <grin>