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11 Gone To Work

Not me personally because I stop being stupid.

Richard drives her instead, as soon as I relinquished my control over the body, right after taking a good look at her while she changes out of her nightgown and into her school uniform.

Seeing secret strip show has brought me to instant hardness once more.

And I give my daughter another creamy milkshake for the road when she came back downstairs, much to her dismay due to the time.

She is going to be late for school.

I did have another one in me, but if I keep filling her wet mouth and tight throat, I am sure that neither of us will be heading anywhere for the day.

Not that I mind since I could always call in sick for the first time in like forever, but I would never hear the end of it from my b.i.t.c.h of a wife if Mary skips school to suck c.o.c.k.

That didn't sound wrong at all. Hah!

As my daughter sits in the pa.s.senger seat of the car, I couldn't help but keep glancing at her, checking her out from her tanned thighs barely covered by her short skirt to her well-endowed chest, straining against the school blazer.

"Are you okay, daddy?"

My daughter asks me, worryingly. She is asking her actual father, Richard, since like her currently, I am also in the pa.s.senger seat.

It is just a different kind of pa.s.senger seat.

I am still fully aware of what happening to the body, however, just not as vividly compare to the time when I am in the driver seat.

Her bright blue eyes quickly take notice of the tenting between my legs. It is hard not to notice due to the ma.s.sive b.o.n.e.r I have having.

G.o.d. I want to feel her wet and hot mouth again.

"I'm fine, sweetie. Daddy is fine."

Richard squeezes those words out of his dried throat. He is totally not fine, as he is wavering between the crus.h.i.+ng feeling of guilt and the heavenly feeling of horniness. Maybe not heavenly.

Have a taste of blue b.a.l.l.s! Hah!

Richard still couldn't believe he has tricked his daughter into sucking his c.o.c.k and eating his sperm last night and for breakfast. She will have it for lunch and dinner too if I have anything to do with it.

Insert perverted thought #69 here.

Although Richard recalls all of his actions – my actions, actually – he couldn't fathom how it could have happened like it did. If it is up to him, he will never face-f.u.c.k his daughter. Not in a million year!

Probably more.

"Is the venom back again, daddy? I must have done a bad job again at sucking it out. I'm so sorry. Can you park the car over there, so I can suck it out again? I'm sure if I tell the teacher what happened, she will not send me to detention."

Oh G.o.d! Yes! Do it Richard! Do it! Do it now!

Unfortunately, Richard is still a coward. He fears that if he did stop and let his daughter suck the venom out of his c.o.c.k like she wanted to, a horde of police will be busting into his office and arrest his a.s.s.

It is a scary thought, and I could feel his fear gripping my being.

Seriously man! Stop being afraid of stupid things!

It didn't feel good. But I couldn't do anything about it since there is a cool down before I can take back control again. Even though it isn't a long time to wait, I am not sure why there is a cool down.

Perhaps it is to stop me from enjoying only the fun bits?

Thanks a lot, great Maker. Wait! I didn't mean it. Please don't smite me.

Like Richard, I am a coward too.

But only to G.o.dlike beings that can instantly vaporize me with a thought. It isn't bad groveling at their feet since it will let me live longer and enjoy this blissful pleasure.

And enjoy I did.

There is so many people I want to f.u.c.k and f.u.c.k and f.u.c.k again! Hah!

Honestly, it feels really good leaning back and let my teenage daughter deepthroat me at the breakfast table.

If only there is some possible way of getting the b.i.t.c.h to suck my c.o.c.k with our daughter.

It will be awesome. Blowbangs for mother and daughter.

"No. It is fine, sweetie. And remember, you are not supposed to tell anyone about it, not even to your teacher. Daddy is very embarra.s.sed for having you to help him with this. Do you hate me for it?"

Somehow the teachers at school is higher than her mother when talking about the truth. The teachers are actually ordained priests and nuns, so I suppose it is more or less confession on her part.

I need some private confession time too. Those nuns are hot from what I could tell of their chest area and rear. Their habit only serves to accentuate their figures.

G.o.d sure knows how to pick them.

I am going straight to h.e.l.l for this, am I?

Whatever. I think Lucifer would love my company.

But I should really make sure my daughter doesn't spill our little creamy secret. It would be the end of me. I mean the end of Richard since I could just escape and haunt another family.

It is the perfect escape plan.

What? That is the benefit of being a ghost. Bite me!

"No, daddy. Jesus would want me to save you."

Oh G.o.d. I mean Jesus! This is just her being herself.

Richard has the same thought, and his c.o.c.k jerks, demanding to be let loose.

However, he manages to refrain himself and drives his c.o.c.k-tease of a daughter to school. As it is late, she hurries out of the car.

"Did you forget to give daddy a kiss, sweetie?"

Richard asks. Before I happen, he takes great pleasure in having his teenage daughter a kiss every time he drops her off at school. It is just a simple peck on the left or right cheek, but it makes his day.

It lets him live a little longer in this loveless marriage.

"Ah. I'm sorry, daddy."

Mary responses and leans into the car to give her daddy a peck on the cheek. It is kind of weird feeling that kiss, considering she has already blow me and swallow my hot load several times. Her stomach is full of my seeds.

And once my daughter has given me the kiss, she waves her goodbye and heads into the school. I take note of her greeting the guard at the gate.

The old man gives my daughter a smile before watching her heading to her cla.s.s. There is also a couple of digits hovering above his head, telling me that he is has a lot of bottled up s.e.xual energy. He has to be with all the s.e.xy school girls heading in and out of school every day.

Unfortunately for him, he has no way to releasing that bottled up s.e.xual energy. He is not married as there is no ring on his finger. But that is just a guess.

System. Is he married?

There is no response. I think the system just look at me questioningly. I mean if it has eyes.

In any case, I will put the old dude on my list of poor b.a.s.t.a.r.ds to possess.

I do wish there is a handsome and rich young man that I can possessed, but logically speaking, that is quite rare considering they gets a lot of p.u.s.s.y because of their look and their money.

But who knows, there might be one. I certainly enjoy it more if I am also hot and good looking. I really miss my body. Even if it isn't as great as a lot of jocks in high school, it is still my body. I was born with it and I didn't get to die with it.

It is just a skeleton right now. Is it possible to possess a skeleton?

Hey, system, is it possible to possess a skeleton?

[Yes.]

Say what?

[You can possess inanimate object of any size, as long as it is not already being possessed. However, it is ill-advised to as you currently lack the ability to move as an inanimate object. Please stick to living person. Not only possessing a living person provides you many more opportunities to replenish your s.e.xual energy, it also allows you to convert others.]

That is interesting.

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While Richard drives to work and heads to his office, I ask the system more about possessing inanimate object and how to move about if I did.

Apparently, I have to learn to move things with my mind or unlock the telekinesis ability when I level up. That is awesome!

Awesome! I should level up as soon as possible.

But I still have an hour and half on the clock, and I don't want to waste it.

Another way is gets lucky with the lottery.

There is a lottery!?

Oh. It is locked, just like everything else. The great Maker really wants me to earn all the cool toys. No giving kids the key to the armory sort of thing.

There is also the market, which allows me to buy it as well.

With what as currency, the system shrugs. That means anything of value like s.e.xual energy. Even good old American dollar worth something in the market to someone.

Is there a way to get rich quick!? Wait a second, I could just possess Hill Grates and donate a billion or two to myself.

How about I just possess a dozen of richest people in the world and make them do a bit of charity?

Steal from the rich and give to the poor sort of thing. The poor being me.

Hey. I am poor! I don't even have a dollar to my name. My parents didn't leave me anything after they died. Not even a single cent.

Why!? Why, mum and dad!? I'm your only child too. Oh wait, I'm dead.

So, steal from the rich and give to me, it is. Good plan. Good plan.

Or maybe I could do something for Richard? Somehow get him a bigger office?

I am now in my office. It is a s.h.i.+tty cubicle with just a table, a lamp, a computer and huge pile of paper for me to do.

"Hey you."

The tall and mature owner of the voice speaks out. She leans forwards against my overcrowded little desk and gives me a seductive smile.

Her s.e.xualized appearance is hypnotizing me. And I could only manage a gulp.

Like most women in this workplace, she wears revealing white blouse, unb.u.t.toned at the top, allowing losers like me to take a peek at her huge cleavage and fantasize about running my hard c.o.c.k through there. Most men in the office would, including the big boss.

Not doing it himself since he likes to watch. He is a strange kind of pervert. I bet he hire black guys to nail his s.e.xy young wife. I wish he hires me. His wife is super-hot, as hot as the s.l.u.t in my face right now.

"Have you done that report for me yet?"