She is not going to ruin my fun anymore, mark my word! And making her into an oblivious b.i.t.c.h turns me on greatly, making me hard. I will totally punish our daughter while she listens on.

How, is the question.

Actually, I think I have a good idea.

It might also be super arousing. At least for me. Heh.

"Keep sucking, sweetie. You are daddy's little angel. Make sure you get all that venom out."

I tell my gorgeous daughter as she moves her head back and forth along my length, drinking all of that steamy venom. She even lets out a m.u.f.fle sounds of agreement through her full mouth.

"Hmmm-mmm?"

After about 5 minutes, I pull my hard c.o.c.k out of her mouth and stroke it while looking at my daughter, who is sitting happily on the couch with c.u.m covering her bandaged chest.

She licks her lips and then swallows whatever residue in her mouth, letting it all into her stomach. She is curious to why I have taken the phone off her before shoving my hard c.o.c.k into her mouth.

But she a.s.sumes that is because the venom is coming out. She a.s.sumes correctly.

It is also because she just tells her mother something she should not have, but I think I am somewhat responsible since I did tell her to suck it like a lollipop. Hah!

Ahem.

"You shouldn't have said that to your mother, sweetie. Now, she thinks that I have brought candy for you, making me lie. This is very serious."

A deep frown appears on my face.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I just couldn't think of anything to tell mummy then. I hope she isn't mad at me for telling her that."

My daughter apologizes. Her wet blue eyes lower towards the floor. She isn't allowed to have sweets, for it rots her brain. Apparently, that is what her mother tells her.

b.i.t.c.h didn't tell her it is a sin. I think that would be a lot more effective.

"I hope so too, sweetie. But it is fine to lie to her since the truth will hurt her greatly. It is like that time I have lied about Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. You are a lot happier when you know they all exist, right?"

I point out, twisting the logic a little. It probably works since it is true. She trusts me explicitly, allowing me to basically mold her into my little s.e.x toy. Hah!

My daughter ponders for a little bit before nodding in understanding.

In her mind, lying is okay as long as it is for the greater good. It isn't like she hasn't done it before, but she has never lied to her mother.

"Alright. Good. But I will still have to punish you for it, but since your friends will be coming soon, I will have to punish you while ploughing your a.s.s, sweetie."

I tell her with a straight face. It is really hard to not smirk after saying such a thing.

My daughter blinks in surprise.

"Punish me, daddy?"

My daughter questions.

She is not really concern about me ploughing her a.s.s with my c.o.c.k, as she had suggested it in the first place. She is more concern about being punished. She hasn't been punished for years since she is such a good girl.

Yes, my daughter is such a good girl. Good enough for me to f.u.c.k her silly. Hah!

"Yes. Punish, sweetie. Remember how your mother punish you when you were younger? Since she is not here, I will have to in her stead. But it has been a while, so you shouldn't tell her about it. She will only get upset. Now, turn around and get on the couch, so I can punish you."

I tell my teenage daughter and direct her to stand on her knees on the couch. Both of her hands grip the backrest of the couch. She did so as she stick her lovely a.s.s towards me.

The G-string barely covers anything.

I cup her beautiful b.u.t.tocks with one hand before hooking my finger under the string and lifting it up to reveal the b.u.t.t plug in full. I can't believe I manage to get her to wear it since last night.

The only time that she is allowed to remove it is when she needs to go to the toilet. Of course, because she is unable to remove it herself, she has to come to me for help.

Just remembering it makes my c.o.c.k harder than steel. I stroke the b.u.t.t plug a little before unmuting the phone, allowing me to talk to b.i.t.c.h again.

"I am so sorry, honey. I had to help our daughter before. She is completely fine now, no longer choking on that lollipop. I really should have listened to you. No more candy for her."

I apologize to b.i.t.c.h.

"Yes. You should have listened to me Richard. Now put me back on the phone with Mary."

"Yes, of course, honey. Since her friends will be coming soon, I will help our daughter get in her angel costume while you talk to her. It is very tight and a lot of strings."

I tell b.i.t.c.h before handing the phone to my daughter, who looks at me puzzlingly. I put a finger across my lips and shake my head.

"It is just an excuse, sweetie. You don't want your mother to know about your tighta.s.s, right?"

I question as I pull the b.u.t.t plug out of her a.s.s with one swift motion.

My daughter gasps and grips onto the phone tightly.

"Mary? What happen?"

b.i.t.c.h asks.

"It's nothing, mummy. Daddy is… helping me into my angel costume. It is kind of tight. I'm really sorry for what happened before, but I really want to know what you are doing over there, mummy. Please tell me."

My daughter tells her mother as I climb onto the couch and stand on my feet. I then lower myself with my hands around her sides and then waist.

"I see. Well. As I was saying…"

b.i.t.c.h resumes telling Mary about what she has been doing with the other bible nuts.

Our s.e.xy daughter on the other hand covers her mouth to stifle a moan as the c.o.c.khead presses nicely against her contracting b.u.t.thole. f.u.c.k. It already feels good.

And with a single thrust, I slam home into her a.s.shole, forcing the wind out of her lungs. She lets out a moan. Several more as I proceed to pound her a.s.s hard.

"Mary?"

b.i.t.c.h questions again as Mary tries to swallow the moaning. She fails.

"Its. Ah. Really. Ugh. Tight. Mummy. Ah. Daddy is. Umm. Pulling. Ah. Against me."

Mary responses between gasping and moaning. Her r.e.c.t.u.m clenches my c.o.c.k tightly with each word she manages to tell her mother.

I chuckle and slam her a.s.s with my hips, forcing my c.o.c.k into her tight a.s.s all the way inside.

"I see. Must he do this now? Can't he wait until I finish talking to you?"

b.i.t.c.h questions in annoyance. Her annoyance makes me f.u.c.k our daughter harder and faster.

"Ugh! Daddy! Not so hard!"

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Mary calls out.

"Yes, mummy. Ah! There. Ah! Ah! Is. Ugh! No. Mm! Time. Alice and Sophia. Ugh. Will be here. Soon!"

She hastily replies her mother raggedly as she tries to stop getting slam against the couch.

"I see. Then please try to not interrupt me again. I was getting to the good part."

b.i.t.c.h responses. She seems to care about herself more than what her daughter.

Honestly, b.i.t.c.h could have just called back tomorrow, but nope. She is such a b.i.t.c.h!

I remove my hand from my daughter's waist and slap her a.s.s a few times, forcing a scream out of her throat. Good thing she manages to cover her mouth. Actually, that isn't a good thing.

I want b.i.t.c.h to hear our daughter screams l.u.s.tfully.

b.i.t.c.h can hear me too if I talk loud enough, and I will make sure she knows when I pump my huge load into our daughter. Hah!

My hand slaps my daughter's a.s.s again and again, forcing her to scream into her hand or the couch.

And once I have enough of the spanking, I lean forwards and then grab onto her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s with both hands. I then hammer downwards, plunging my c.o.c.k into her depth as she tries to listen to her mother without letting out a sound.

It is quite hard, especially her p.u.s.s.y is gus.h.i.+ng juices like there is no tomorrow.

My daughter is actually getting turn on despite my a.s.sault on her a.s.s. She is well on her way to become a s.l.u.t.

"D-daddy!"

Mary calls out as her body shudders in o.r.g.a.s.mic delight. Despite that, I continue to pound her b.u.t.thole from behind without restrain. I feel I am going to c.u.m soon.

Very, very soon.

With several more deep pumps, my b.a.l.l.s contract and push up into my body. My c.o.c.k twitches rather violently. s.h.i.+t!

"I'm almost there, sweetie. Just hang on!"

I call out and hammer even faster before hugging her a.s.s and unloading all that steamy goodness into her r.e.c.t.u.m.

"Finally!"

b.i.t.c.h calls out as she heard me, thinking that I have finished helping our daughter into her costume. I didn't need to correct her as I grab hold of our daughter, pulling her into an upright position with me, standing on our knees.

In that position, her a.s.s is even tighter, squeezing my e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.n.g. c.o.c.k.

It takes a moment for me to empty my b.a.l.l.s into there.

I didn't pull out yet, as both of my hands continue to grope her bountiful chest, kneading them beyond the bandage.

"Tell your mother that I am not done yet, sweetie. The inside of your a.s.s is becoming bigger thanks to all that b.u.t.t plug, so I need to apply a lot more."

I tell my daughter as I move back and step onto the floor. I also pull my daughter with me, forcing her to take a new position with her long legs spread wide.

Her upper body bend downwards towards the couch with her forearms pressing against the cus.h.i.+ons.

The phone is now pressed to her ear.

"Daddy is not done yet, mummy. It is still too tight, so he is trying a new method."