Breakfast with Joseph

You begin walking down the long spiral staircase of your huge house, turning right as you enter the main foyer and and start wandering down another long hall to your kitchen. The mansion was big enough to justify a full staff, but a butler or a chef would likely take liberties with your daughters in today's environment, so they get by with occasionally visiting landscapers and maids, and you still don't like the way the gardeners look at your girls.

You finally reach the kitchen, smiling to see all three girls fully dressed and preparing their own respective breakfasts. They still wear rather revealing and expensive clothing, but the fashion trends these days left almost nothing to the imagination at all. At least you are one of the few lucky men who could still cover up the women they loved, without having to worry about them suffering for it. You hope.

"Hey, dad." Prudence says to you, peeling a banana and beginning to eat it. She sees you watching her intently and makes no effort to hide what eating the fruit looks like, even giving it a few deep throats before breaking off pieces and eating them with a giggle. Rue was likely waiting for you to come in just to do that in front of you, knowing it would easily grab your attention. She moves her big tits together with her arms, pushing them out the plunging neckline of her expensive black dress and watching you drool over her happily.

"Hi again, daddy!" Hope says, eating cereal at the table in a school girl outfit, even though she long since left school. She dresses the most slutty out of the three, trying to show off her big fake tits, which were the best your money could buy, mostly since that's what Joseph wants her to do. Hope tends to do anything for him as well, even though you despise him.

"I made you breakfast, dad!" Charity says excitedly, using a spatula to scrape burned scrambled eggs out of the pan. She's wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants, not even trying to put effort into her looks when her sisters are constantly putting her to shame. You still appreciate that she tried to cook you eggs, though you are sad to see them burned. Not because you had a problem eating them for her, but because she was such a good cook growing up, being so smart and talented, so the eggs are a bad sign.

Your chubby daughter puts the ruined breakfast at your spot at the table, then moves underneath to suckle your long flaccid cock while you sit down. You aren't really ready to go again yet, but you're happy to let her practice her skills and hope to at least get an erection out of it. She stuffs the entire thing between her cheeks, storing it like a squirrel for a minute before it gets hard enough to poke her in the throat slightly, so she gags hard and spits it out. You try to enjoy your burned scrambled eggs and sub par blow job when Joseph bursts in with his huge erection already out.

"Hey, Rude-bitch! Why don't you replace that banana with something more tasty?" Joseph says to Prudence, swinging his dick around in her direction. She puts a disgusted look on her pretty face as she gnashes the rest of the banana in his direction, throwing the peel away on her way out the door. He said it knowing he would get that reaction out of her, jerking his cock as he watches her firm butt wiggle away. You're lucky Prudence hates him almost more than you do or you'd worry about it more, though you do worry he might **** it. "WHATEVER! YOUR LOSS! Come here, Ho-bitch. Make yourself useful and suck my cock."

"HOW ABOUT YOU MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL AND GET A JOB, JOSEPH!" You snap at him, raising your voice and slamming your fist on the table. Hope gets under the table with a smile and lets her boyfriend slowly jerk himself off with her head as he begins to eat her cereal across from you. "And stop calling them 'bitches'!"

"I thought this was my job! Come on, old man. You can't make 'Martin Beech's Bitches' a household name and not expect for them to get called that. What did you think would happen?" Joseph says as he begins pulling Hope's face up and down his long cock faster, slamming her nose into his pelvis.

"I'm not the one who started calling them 'Beech's Bitches' and I don't need you of all people disrespecting my daughters in my own house!" You yell, adding, "And stop using Hope so hard, she's not a toy!"

"Aw, come on! She likes it! Tell em, honey."

"Mmmm-hmmm!" Hope says, still getting her throat repeatedly pounded by his giant cock without slowing down to let her answer. One of the main reasons she likes the asshole in the first place is because his huge penis reminds her of yours, and you refuse to treat her so roughly, so she likes to pretend Joseph is you when he does it. You suspect he might be feeding her piss, knowing the symptoms but never seeing it yourself first hand. You can't prove it, though.

You continue to glare at him across the table, beginning to make him uncomfortable as he tries to have fun spearing your daughter's face and eat. He throws his spoon down in frustration, as though you're the problem here. "FINE! Come on, Ho. We're going out to the pool."

He grabs her hair as he stands up and walks out the double glass doors to your pool just outside, dragging your daughter along with him without leaving her esophagus. Hope stumbles along and doesn't resist, even seeming to giggle like he's playing a fun game.

You're happy to be left alone to stew in your anger at the infuriating young man, while Charity continues softly fellating your long limp cock, not questioning your lack of erection. All three of the Beech girls were used to you being worn out all the time and had no problem trying to coax out an erection by gently sucking on you, even if it takes a while. It's what they spent half the time under the easel doing anyway.

You try to put him out of your head and think about the photo shoot as you finish your eggs, finally ready to start putting together the scene and setting up the cameras. You still can't quite decide the specifics, but it's almost time to begin.