Chapter Three

“What’s he doing? I wanna see.”

“Shhhh! He’s sitting on his bed watching the news.” Demi whispered, shooing Gracie back.

That was only true in the strictest sense. Jack–Daddy was indeed seated on the edge of his bed watching a news channel, but the quality of reporting had drastically changed.

On the screen, the male anchor plowed his co-host from behind while the huge-titted bimbo screamed for more. That was odd. Demi remembered the blonde as a pretty but petite professional who downplayed her attractiveness behind conservative business attire.

The whore bent naked over the news desk had the inflated chest and vulgar vocabulary of a Las Vegas stripper.

“Harder! Fuck me harder, Richard! Pull my hair and pound me deep, big guy. Cream my dirty cunt!”

Worse, Daddy was fixated on the filthy slut. Pumping his perfect, magnificent dick to her obscene display, wasting that precious baby batter as it spurted onto the bedding and carpet.

Pints of the stuff had to be soaking into the furniture and fixtures. The room reeked of his manly funk; an almost visible miasma **** the air.

“Give it to her. Nail that noisy bitch.” Daddy growled. “Hhhurgh~!”

A healthy wad of spunk sailed across the room to splatter the television, obscuring the reporter's gaping mouth.

Demi shuddered in envy.

“Remember the plan and follow my lead.” She instructed, raising a finger to her lips.

“I’ll remember.” Her sister chirped, nodding eagerly. “Gracie is a good girl. A good girl for Daddy.”

They’d cleaned up after their sapphic interlude. Their workout attire had been ruined by perspiration and girly nectar. However, Gracie’s closet contained a surprising abundance of alternative options.

Sexier options. Some downright scandalous options.

The old Demi would’ve been repulsed, but now…

It was all for Daddy.

Sky-high slingback heels adorned their feet while identical string bikinis struggled to contain the twins' overflowing boobage. Tiny white triangles of whisper-thin fabric covered their puckered nipples, digging into the pliant tit-flesh and smooshing them together.

Gracie opted for a simple thong that rode high over her round hips, flossing her shapely rear. Demi found cute stockings and boy shorts in vertical blue and white strips that drew the eye to her immaculately long legs.

They perused several jewelry options but settled on a simple choker each, in addition to their dangly hoop earrings.

They looked like a pair of thirsty skanks, Demi knew.

Good girls didn't dress like bimbo fuck dolls, not unless they did so deliberately and after much consideration for their Daddy.

Their greatest-ever, mega-hunk superstud Daddy needed their help with his hyper-virile uber-dick.

“Hiiii, Daddy!” Demi sing-songed, strutting into his bedroom, heels crossing effortlessly as though she’d worn them for years rather than hours. “Watcha doing?”

“Shit, Demi… stay back!” Daddy reacted quickly, averting his eyes and whipping a pillow over his lap. “Dammit, I thought that door was locked…”

“Yeah, there's a lot of that going around.” Gracie tittered, gliding in after her twin before covering her mouth in a theatrical gasp. “Goodness, Daddy. What have you been doing up here all alone in your room?”

“I’ve been protecting you girls.” Their father stared forlornly at the seed-sodden carpet. “...from myself.”

His muscular back hunched, turning away. Demi’s pussy melted for the darling man, a gentleman to the last, despite his obvious, powerful urges.

She yearned to drop to hands and knees to praise him and his all-mighty meat stick.

“You have?” Tears gathered in her eyes, “Oh, Daddy… you’ve been suffering in solitude for us?”

He seemed to spasm at Demi’s lilting voice, shoulders twitching when she called him “Daddy” as though striking a discordant nerve.

A wicked thrill sizzled through her to affect a man such as him on a primal level. Gracie picked up on it, too.

“Daddy, you shouldn't hide from us.” The twitch became more pronounced, rippling along cords of tough sinew. “We’re a team. Family, Daddy. As your loving daughters, we’ll be here to tend to your every need… Daaaddy.”

Gracie's voice was low and husky when she drew out the final endearment, laden with truckloads of illicit promise.

“You don't understand–” Their father spun, the pillow flying, and froze when his gaze settled on them. A tempest of confusion, anger, and raw lust darkened his visage. “What. The fuck. Are. You girls. Wearing?”

The words were uttered from between clenched teeth. A vein pulsed on his temple, fit to hemorrhage. His giant Daddy dick spat sticky outrage.

He rose to his feet, slow and menacing.

Demi and Gracie swooned when he loomed over them–paternal fury personified. Immense and indomitable. They fell into each other's arms, quaking in mutual arousal as their knees found the soggy carpet..

They’d craved his attention and poked a bear.

Oh, Daddy…

“Oooh, Daddy!” The sisters squealed in unison when he seized fistfuls of their chestnut tresses.

That mouth-watering Daddy meat towered above them, drizzling baby-making blessings onto their upturned faces. It showered their flushed cheeks, glossed plump lips and hung from their chins in gooey tapers.

Daddy was anointing them in his holy juices!

Demi's spiraling core finally shattered at the merest taste of him. An earth-shaking orgasm curled her fingers, toes and hair. Gracie quailed in similar throes. Her sister’s eyes rolled like lost marbles.

Decades of serving and worshipping Daddy flashed through their combined psyche.

Waking him every day with languid, loving double blowjobs. Kissing each other around his throbbing immensity and swapping his thick morning load…

Cooking him meals in nothing but frilly maid aprons. Sitting on his knees, wiggling their pert asses, spoon feeding him tasty morsels until he threw them both over the table and hammered their fertile teen wombs again and again…

Getting knocked up and growing gravid with his offspring. Daddy's good girl baby momma's sporting huge bellies and fat titties leaking milk for him to feast on…

Raising his heirs, keeping house, and adoring him more every day. They'd maintain perfect ten figures, of course. Good girls kept fit and toned physiques for their strong, handsome Daddy. Cardio, Pilates, yoga, whatever it took. Simply so he’d keep impregnating them…

Pregnant for Daddy!

Demi's belly felt suddenly hollow and empty. A vacuous void that demanded to be crammed full… full of Daddy's hot, potent semen.

Instead, it was her mouth that got a stuffing when his ginormous, girthy length pried her jaw apart and ravaged her tonsils.

Demi gushed upon sampling his divine flavor, climaxing again with a gurgling cry.

“Unruly brats,” Daddy growled, pulling out to jam himself between Gracie's drooling lips. “I’ve been too lenient. Need to take a firmer hand. Gotta punish you girls for acting up!”

“You're so right, Daddy. We need you to keep us in check.” Demi crooned, extending her tongue to lap the underside of his pistoning fuckpole. “We’re just naughty little girls who can't function without strict discipline. Gracie’s been live streaming her sexy, barely-legal body online–”

“She… WHAT!?”

Knuckles popped as the grip on their hair grew painful. Such delicious agony. Gracie burbled as Daddy skull-fucked her harder.

“Gluuumph~!”

“Exposed herself to strange men for money.” Demi explained matter-of-factly, “But the blame isn't entirely hers, Daddy. I knew what she was doing and kept it from you. I'm also at fault.”

“Pair of faithless sluts,” Their father snarled, exiting from Gracie's slobbering maw to slam back into Demi’s. “Just like your bitch mother!”

She gagged on his rage-boner, utterly unprepared for Daddy's ruthless brutality but reveling in it.

They were weak, helpless creatures, dwarfed by his domineering strength. Feisty fuck dolls who yearned to be broken and trained on Daddy's relentless rigidity.

Fuck dolls for Daddy!

“No.. no fair,” Gracie croaked, foamy precum flecked her bruised lips. “I wasn't done…”

“You're both done! Grounded forever!” Their father bellowed, swapping again to muzzle her bratty mouth. “The world's gone batshit crazy outside. People are acting like goddamn animals! But not here. Not in my house! You're my daughters. My girls. I’ll protect you. You're mine!”

“We're yours, Daddy!” Demi squealed, clapping excitedly. “Your good girls forever and ever!”

“You aren't good girls yet, but you will be.”

With that oath, he began trading their slender young throats like interchangeable cock-sleeves. Jacking into one then the other, guiding them by his **** grip on their chestnut curls.

Sometime in the lust-driven haze, Gracie's hand slid into Demi's drenched boy shorts and she returned the kindness.

They moaned and gurgled together in sisterly sympathy, fingering each other through Daddy-induced orgasms that left them squirming.

His scorching precum blistered their tonsils, leaving both girls delirious with desire. They couldn't think through the blitzkrieg attack on their senses until he finally came…

“FAAAARK!! Take it, sluts! Take your punishment!”

Gracie was a lucky slut. She choked down the initial burst with a gleeful glurk! Her neck bulged with the effort of swallowing such a dense load.

However, their Daddy wasn't some one-pump-chump; he was a super-duper mega-stud.

No sooner had Gracie guzzled her intoxicating fill; he switched in a face-painting spray of white to bury himself in Demi’s eager esophagus.

Her vision tunneled, mind blank. Overwhelmed by the heat and heft of Daddy's voluminous seed bloating her trim tummy.

“Hmmmnnff~!”

She sucked and slurped, desperately gulping every sacred spurt, even as heavenly rapture carried her away on seraphim wings.

Demi drifted through clouds of soulful fulfillment, her purpose for being unveiled in a stroke of divine inspiration. The petty existence she’d endured previously had been suffering and deprivation—an empty husk, enduring but never truly living.

A single mouthful of Daddy's divine essence had changed her–changed everything. Like a blind woman gifted sight, color bled into Demi's world. Bright and beautiful and life-affirming.

Daddy was her savior, her hero, and she would spend eternity showing him how grateful a good girl could be.

“Mmmm… thank you, Daddy.” She mumbled sleepily.

Demi floated weightlessly in the air, alighting on something warm and soft. She drowsed contentedly until a sharp smack stung her rear.

“Wakey wakey, girls. I don't fuck snoozy whores.”

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