Perverted Daddy System

Chapter 155 - Scratching the itch

I find my rhythm in her ass, my cock sliding in and out of her violated hole, each thrust working her open a little more. Her screams fade into low, broken moans, her body shaking under the assault, taking it because she has to, because I told her to. The twins watch, transfixed — Dana's hand idly stroking her own cunt, Gina's fingers slick with lube from her mother's ass — both of them breathing fast.

I drive into her harder, my pace quickening, and Mary's cries pitch up into desperate yelps, her body shaking under me, pushed past pain into something raw and animal. My balls draw up, tightening, and I feel the familiar pressure building at the base of my cock. "Mary," I grunt, gripping her hips, "I'm going to fill your ass."

The pressure builds like a boiler ticking toward its limit, my balls tightening as the gauges peg into the red, the whole vessel straining until it blows, and I hold her down and empty myself into her formerly virgin ass in long, thick ropes, flooding her hot entrails until I've unloaded everything I have.

She feels it, the wet heat spreading inside her, and a last broken sob tears from her throat, her whole frame going limp beneath me, tears streaking her cheeks, her body nothing but a vessel that took what I gave. I stay buried in her, my cock still pulsing, until I'm empty and she's sobbing quietly beneath me.

[Pervy act detected: cumshot in ass (Mary): 600 x 2 state of undress = 1,200 PDP]

I pull out of her, and her asshole gapes, pink and raw, leaking a stream of my cum down over her cunt. The twins stare, wide-eyed and silent. Dana's hand is frozen on her own cunt; Gina just looks from her mother's ruined hole to my softening cock, her mouth open. Neither of them has a word for what they just watched.

I reach down and ease Mary onto her back, wiping the tears from her cheeks, and she curls against me, tired and shaking. I look at the twins, and my voice is gentler now. "Come here." They crawl up to the bed, and I pull them in against us. "That was a lot for her, and a lot for you to watch. But you're safe, and you're loved. This is what it means to be my woman — and when your turn comes, I'll be patient with you. You'll be ready, and you'll be loved too. Always."

The four of us lie there in the darkening bedroom, Mary curled against my chest, the twins tucked in on either side of her, warm and quiet. She drifts, her breathing evening out, and Dana and Gina watch their mother sleep, then look at me with something new in their eyes — trust, and a quiet excitement. Tomorrow, I think, I'll start planning their first times.

Later, dressed and calm, I help Mary clean up while the twins lie curled together on the bed, asleep. In the kitchen, over the sink, she pauses with a dish in her hand and asks, quiet, "What happens now, Ben? What do we do about... us?"

"Haven't you been listening, Mary?" I take the dish from her and set it down, and I turn her to face me. "You don't have to decide anything anymore. That's the whole point. I decide. You obey."

Her eyes shine. She nods, slow, and I can see the last of the tension leave her shoulders entirely. She doesn't ask again.

But I think about Paul — my man in the school, the vice-principal the town trusts, the loyal servant I promised willing pussy to. Mary will obey my orders. Neither of them needs convincing. But I think I'll let a honey trap loose on them, to make them genuinely cultivate feelings for each other — a real courtship, real warmth, something the town can see and believe. That's what lends the story its credibility. Mary'll make him a lovely, respectable girlfriend — wholesome, public, exactly what a vice-principal's reputation needs — and under the surface, she'll still be mine, ready to come running whenever I decide she's needed.

"Actually, Mary," I say, thoughtful, toweling my hands. "There is something. Paul Paulsson — you know him, he's in the building, the vice-principal at the girls' school. A single father, raising his daughter all alone, the way you've raised yours. Good, kind, respected. You'll do him good, Mary, and he'll do right by you. Court him. Let him call on you. Let the town see Mary Hudson with a good man at last."

Her brow furrows, a flicker of confusion — but the trust holds. "Yes, Ben. I'll do whatever you say."

"Of course, you're still mine," I say gently. "You stay my woman through all of it. If you ever hit a problem you can't solve, any trouble at all — you come to me, and I'll handle it. But otherwise, you defer to Paul. Let him make your day-to-day decisions. You don't need to carry any of that weight yourself anymore — that's the whole point."

She smiles up at me, soft and relieved and utterly trusting, and murmurs, "If you're making the decisions, then I'll go along with his planning. Thank you, Ben."

"That's my girl." I pull her in and kiss her forehead, and she melts against me, completely trusting. Not yet, though — I'll loose the honey trap when the moment's right. For now, Mary's mine, warm and pressed against me, and it's all falling into place exactly the way I planned.

I walk down the stairs with a smile on my face. Fucking Mary's ass was an itch that bothered me for a long time, which says a lot since she is outside my usual strike zone. Now that I managed to scratch it, she can go to Paul. I don't need to touch her again to own her. That's the beauty of it. Her decisions are mine. If she ever hits a problem she can't solve, she'll come to me — and she'll tell herself it's because she's still mine, and she'd be right. She's Paul's in public. She's mine where it counts...