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34 An Angel Must Have Her Treat!

Well. Not me personally because spending what little precious time I have left working and not f.u.c.king my daughter would be really stupid.

I did spend valuable attributes points on Richard, so it isn't like I am not doing anything for him at all.

It is up to him to get that promotion he has always wanted and finally get that private office. An office that he can bring his daughter in to f.u.c.k around. I mean the office that I can totally bring my daughter in to f.u.c.k her brain out.

b.o.o.boob.o.o.b.o.o.b.s!

d.a.m.n. My mind is perverted. Like really perverted, but hey, that isn't a bad thing. It is not a bad thing at all!

I still have about 15 hours on the clock, for my c.o.c.k wastes more than 3 hours last night, pumping that hot mouth and tight a.s.s, dumping so many loads into her stomach from both ends. She actually went to bed with a plug up her a.s.s. Hah!

Hehe.

Alright. It is not a waste of time. It is actually a great use of my time.

Aside from getting super strong and powerful enough to literally break into h.e.l.l or heaven or wherever my mother and father are just to see them again and make them so sorry for leaving me behind, I get to enjoy myself.

Like really enjoying myself!

And there is no one to stop me!

Eh? I hope I didn't jinx that.

"Are you sure, daddy?"

My daughter calls out. She is not within view at the moment.

"Yes, sweetie. Daddy can a.s.sure you, it is a lot of fun. I wear something similar all the time to the party when I was at your age."

I answer and lick my lips. My eyes stare unblinkingly at the entrance into the living room.

Hiding beyond that opened door is my daughter. My lovely daughter. She is so tight and so hot. I could not go a day without filling her holes with my fat meat! Heh.

Honestly, it is kind of like an addiction, and I am an addict.

The best kind of addict! Hah!

"B-but, daddy. Do you think that my friends will like it?"

Mary responses.

There is a great hesitation in her voice, but it couldn't be helped, considering what she is wearing for me at my request. It is for the costume party this afternoon for her friends. Oh. It is a costume and a slumber party now.

An entire night with gullible teenagers? Unholy f.u.c.k! Count me the f.u.c.k in!

"I am sure your friends will, sweetie. Please come out and let daddy have a good look. There is nothing to be shy about. I have already seen you naked, so it cannot be less than that."

I a.s.sure. I didn't manage to get her to wear only bra and panty when she is home alone with me. That isn't a bad thing since she only wears bra and panty at home.

As for me, I will be completely naked, at least until my b.i.t.c.h of a wife returns from wherever the f.u.c.k she is. I don't really give a s.h.i.+t about her anymore. She can go die for all I care.

My daughter is all that matters now. Heh.

"O-okay, daddy. I'm coming out, so please don't laugh."

My daughter responses before stepping into the living room from the lonely hallway.

And as soon as she did, my eyes land upon her in all her glory. My unconfined c.o.c.k twitches and then hardens madly, forcing me to take it into my hand and give it a pump or two. s.h.i.+t!

My huge erection isn't because my daughter is a stunning teenager, standing quite tall with waves of thick blond hair running down her back.

It isn't because of her expression ill.u.s.trated by her pouty pink links and big blue eyes either, even if all of that makes her incredible irresistible to her perverted father, who is me. Hah!

And no, it also isn't because of her incredible body with her long s.e.xy arms and legs, tanned in a pretty shade due to all the sport she does at school. It certainly isn't because of her narrow hips and shapely a.s.s not the big firm b.r.e.a.s.t.s that stick out so jauntily from her chest.

f.u.c.k! I think I am about to nut.

Calm down junior. Please calm the f.u.c.k down.

Yeah. I totally lied. Maybe it is all those things and maybe not at the same time.

But I am certain that it is actually because of her costume, which I have brought of her yesterday just for the costume party. It takes a bit of convincing on my part for my daughter to wear while I f.u.c.k her a.s.s last night, considering how scandalous it is.

And thanks to my effort, I get to watch a G.o.ddess modeling for me.

Oh wait. She is an angel. My lovely angelic c.o.c.ksucker!

Her glorious body is mostly naked thanks to the marvelous costume. It barely is a costume to be honest as she is only wearing a tiny white G-string with see-through strap to the point that it looks more like she is only covering her p.u.s.s.y with a leaf.

Her generous b.r.e.a.s.t.s are held up together by literally white ribbons simply because I totally forgot to buy a matching white bra to go with the panty. I totally did. I had brought some bandages and ribbons instead.

And I am glad that I did. The tight binding ribbons really stretch around her skin, squeezing up piles of cleavage to the top, making her b.r.e.a.s.t.s seem a lot bigger than it already is.

For a final touch because it wouldn't be a costume with just two pieces of barely-considered garments, I could see a pair of fluffy white wings being strapped to her shoulders and arms.

Yeah. That is her costume.

As for mine. I am wearing it. It is air. Hah!

My c.o.c.k throbs madly in my hand. I really want my daughter to immediately kneel down between my legs as she is right now, just so I can teach her the full responsibly of a c.o.c.k-tease angel. Oh f.u.c.k!

I exhale deeply, calming myself. There will be time for that. There will always be time for that.

"Can you turn around for me, sweetie. I want to see the back."

I request while sweating bucket. Is it getting really hot in here?

My daughter smiles brightly and turns around on the spot, displaying her firm round b.u.t.t to me in full glorious glory. She even bends over a bit to stick them out.

Unholy f.u.c.k!?

I think I might have drooled more than a little, especially when my eyes take note of that b.u.t.t plug that she is wearing since last night.

d.a.m.n. To think I was f.u.c.king her up the a.s.s last night. It will be every night from now on, I swear. The sensation of stuffing it in her a.s.s washes all over my body from remembering it alone.

Junior couldn't be controlled anymore as prec.u.m continuously leak out of the top.

"How do I look, daddy?"

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Mary asks while I chant my mantra.

"So tight. So hot. So very, very hot and very tight."

Since I didn't say anything, my daughter stands up straight and turns around to see me. Her eyes notice my swollen c.o.c.k. She notices it when she steps into the room, but it is not as swollen as it is now.

"Oh daddy, you look so ill. Is it because of the venom?"

My daughter hurries to me, and the closer she gets, the more my c.o.c.k throbs madly. My hand pumps even faster.

"Yes, sweetie. Yes!"

I let out those words while trying to stop myself from unloading. I remove my hand quickly and stand up from the couch.

"You look very nice, sweetie. You are my little angel. My beautiful angel. Please get over here and sit down on the couch."

I practically order, but my daughter beams with excitement. She is bouncing across the room with joy and happiness. That motions did amazing things to her squashed cleavage.

Oh, the Great Maker, please stop. Please stop Mary.

I usher my daughter into the spot I was sitting moment ago.

As my daughter did so, she continues to smile broadly at me. She didn't rest back against the seat just so her angelic wings did not get crush under her weight, and despite sitting down, her lovely stomach barely wrinkles.

Such a lovely angel, and an angel must have her treat. Hah!

Honestly, I couldn't help but stare down her chest with all the desire of pus.h.i.+ng my erected c.o.c.k right between them and go nut.

Did I f.u.c.k her huge t.i.ts before? I don't remember, but it didn't really matter one way or another. I will just f.u.c.k them right now! Right f.u.c.king now!

My daughter didn't seem to notice my staring. Her attention is on my c.o.c.k, which is mightily swollen due to the amount of venom surging up from my b.a.l.l.s.

"Daddy, please let me suck your c.o.c.k and get those venoms out. You will feel better once I did."

My daughter offers, finally smiling up at me with total trust.

And seeing her innocent face like this, some guilts fester in me. Good thing it didn't overpower my l.u.s.t for my daughter.

"Yes, sweetie. Please."

I response and inch forwards, readying to let her angelic mouth be filled with my greatness once more.

Hah!