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6 Spreading My Culture

Once she did, I immediately unzip my pants and pull down my tight boxer, finally freeing my erection in all of its glorious glory. I have check it out before, and boy, I am packing!

Very awesome!

It makes my day, considering I am possessing a fat and balding b.a.s.t.a.r.d. But I guess that this is what it feels like to be a middle-age white male in America, working every day in a s.h.i.+tty office.

Honestly, no one respects me at work.

And my boss is quite a perverted old man who likes to watch. How did I know this? I didn't. Apparently, Richard did. He knows a lot of things going on in the office.

Someone is being naughty, spying on other people instead of actually working hard for that the dollar.

No wonder I pick him to be the first person I possessed?

We are basically kindred spirit. s.e.xually frustrated and all of that.

Heh.

My c.o.c.k is quite long, reaching about nine awesome inches fairly easily, stiffening out completely now that it is free from the confines of my straining boxer.

It is pointing directly at my teenage daughter, as she is kneeling on the ground with her eyes closed.

I take a good look at her, from her tanned thighs to her cute short to her tight s.h.i.+rt, stretching tightly over her bountiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s. It is time to conquer this beautiful teenager and turn her into my very own c.o.c.k-sleeve.

Hohohohoho!

I mean, b.o.o.boob.o.o.b.o.o.b.s!

I am not a skeleton asking for stupid panties, so I shouldn't act like one.

Sorry Brook. Someone will ride your bone one day.

Hah! Skull joke!

"The snake is out, sweetie. But remember not to open your eyes. You will scare it away."

I tell my daughter with a perverted grin plasters upon my face.

"I won't, daddy."

My daughter responses while keeping her eyes completely closed. She didn't even try to take a peek.

If she did, she would have known that I am just f.u.c.king with her.

Oh. I will totally f.u.c.k her. Right up the a.s.s. Her daddy will!

Honestly, wow could she be this gullible? How could she be this gullible!? In any case, I will get to have some fun. Some awesome fun!

Ahem. Enough chitchat and more family bonding time.

"Now, daddy will help you pet it, okay? Don't be afraid. And don't open your eyes."

I tell my daughter and take her warm hand into mine. I guide her hand slowly towards to my c.o.c.k, and the moment her fingers contact the tip, she lets out a gasp.

Mary almost opens her eyes but refrains from doing so.

Her fingers slide over the mushroom tips and then find themselves on the connecting veiny shaft. Even with her eyes closed, she is both excited and somewhat frightened.

"Alright, sweetie. Close your hand around the trouser snake like this."

I tell my teenage daughter, and her delicate fingers wrap themselves around my shaft, forming a firm fist. I almost jerk my hips and pumps her hand since it feels so good. So good!

No one has touched me for years, and I do mean years!

"That's it, sweetie. That's it. Oh yeah. Keep your eyes close. Slide your hand up and down like this and pump my... I mean give the snake a pet."

I suggest to my daughter while holding down her firm wrist with one hand and her fingers with another hand. I begin to guide her in stroking my shaft, up and down.

Up and down. Up and down!

Mary is holding my c.o.c.k lightly, obviously being quite nervous about the snake, but I constantly a.s.sure her that the snake will not bite her as long as she is a good little girl.

"It feels so hot, daddy."

Mary giggles and smiles. Her eyes remain completely closed.

"Yes. It is. So hot, sweetie. So very, very hot."

I response in a low voice while my daughter gives me a long and slow w.a.n.k. Her face is so close to the leaking mushroom tips.

And by just seeing the moistness of her full pink lips, I wish for nothing more than for her to use them and envelop my c.o.c.k. But there will be a time for that.

My perverted thought pauses me and my action.

"Daddy? Should I keep petting?"

Mary asks when I stop helping her pumping me.

"Ah. Yes, sweetie. It really likes it when you are petting it. But try holding it a little tighter. That's right. Also move your hand a little bit quicker too. Yes. That's right."

My daughter did what I have asked, and with her jerking me off, it is hard to stop my voice from being slurring with pleasure. Her hand is too warm – too delicious – as it slides up and down my rod. Is that a right word? Delicious? Whatever.

Her mouth parts a little, revealing her perfect teeth. She really takes good care of herself like she really should for me. All for me. Her tongue flexes slightly, and all I could think in this very moment is for my daughter to lap onto my c.o.c.k and take it into her mouth and suck out my c.u.m.

Oh G.o.d!

I mean, the great Maker! I think I am about to c.u.m. f.u.c.k!

"Oh. Daddy going… umm… the snake going to spit out something. Yes. Something. Just don't look no matter what, sweetie."

I call out and jerk my hips a little, pumping my c.o.c.k into her lovely hand.

"O-okay, daddy."

Mary responses nervously. Her hand-jerking slows down.

"No. Keep going, sweetie. You are doing a great job. Just keep going. Keep petting. You are a very good at it. Very good!"

I call out and grip her hand tightly, forcing it to bring me to blissful climax. She also helps by squeezing my c.o.c.k a little bit harder and stroking it a little bit faster. The jerking movement I am making is making her wants to open her eyes and sees herself jacking me off.

Oh. I cannot have that, at least not yet.

"Keep your eyes shut, sweetie. It is spitting. The snake is spitting!"

I call out as the o.r.g.a.s.m is approaching. It is. .h.i.tting me like a tsunami.

And with a groan, I pull her hand to the mushroom head and explode. Explode, I did, all into her fingers, coating them in my s.p.u.n.k!

Quite a lot of it drips onto the floor, making a mess. Good thing that I didn't paint her lovely face with myself or that would snap her eyes wide open. We would have to a long talk after that, involving b.i.t.c.h.

I wouldn't want that.

"Ah. Keep petting, sweetie. Just keep petting."

I request after I release my hands, allowing her to jerk more load out of me by herself.

"Oh. Okay, daddy."

My daughter did. My lovely daughter did. All while trying to understand what is really happening since her eyes are closed.

She is getting used to it, pumping me good. Pumping me very good. Oh yeah!

"It is going all squishy now, daddy. Is it okay?"

My daughter asks once the e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n dies down.

"Yes, sweetie. It is fine. It is just tired after all the petting you give it. Keep your eyes closed. And it will give you a kiss for being so good to it."

I tell her. Totally bulls.h.i.+t, but I want to rub my c.o.c.k on her face for a little bit. I couldn't help myself as she is asking for it by kneeling in front of me and jerking me off, gullible or not.

"Really?"

Mary calls out like an excited little girl. She is not little anymore. But she is definitely a girl. A s.e.xy girl with her huge b.r.e.a.s.t.s, threatening to break free of her tight t-s.h.i.+rt.

Does my daughter even know what kind of a c.o.c.k-tease she is?

But I guess not.

And the moment Mary removes her hand from my deflating clock, I inch forwards and caress her face with it, trailing some residues here and there. I even slap her a few times for good measure.

Not too hard since that will force her to open her eyes.

"It feels funny, daddy."

My daughter giggles and instinctively rubs her cheek against my c.o.c.k, giving herself a facial. She feels this hotness and stickiness running down her face.

"Yes, sweetie. It will stop kissing you soon."

I response and play around a bit more before slowly pull back and tug my c.o.c.k back into my pants.

"Alright. You can open your eyes now."

Mary did.

"That was fun, daddy."

She calls out and then takes a good look at her hand. It is coated completely in my s.p.u.n.k. The floor as well since I did c.u.m a lot. I mean a lot. I haven't been getting it from the b.i.t.c.h, and I certainly wouldn't want to stick it in crazy people.

"What is this stuff? It smells weird."

Mary askes and takes a sniff. She realizes that her face is also cover in the stuff since there is a mirror hanging in the hallway.

"It… venom, sweetie. Trouser snake's venom. Don't worry. It won't hurt you since you are a good little girl. In fact, it is actually good for you and your skin. Try some."

I suggest. I didn't need to activate my [Parental Guidance] ability since this is reinforcing the myth that I embedded into her head. And it doesn't cost me any s.e.xual points for reinforcing a new knowledge.

"Oh-okay, daddy."

Mary responses and licks her hand, getting a big blog into her mouth and rolling it around her tongue, trying to understand the taste.

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Oh G.o.d! I think I am going to blow again.

"Doesn't taste too good. But… are you alright, daddy?"

My daughter asks innocently while licking her hand and fingers clean and swallowing all my c.u.m. She even rubs some of it on her face since I did say it is good for her skin.

"Umm… there are some left on the floor, sweetie. Why don't you clean it up as well? Don't worry, the floor is very clean. I just cleaned it this morning."

Will she do it? Will she!?

Unholy f.u.c.k! My c.o.c.k is straining against my pant again.