Peter brings Madeline to work

"I want to have a shower before bed," Peter could hear Madeline declare with a sigh as she wrapped up her telephone call. "I guess I'll be skipping school tomorrow, something else I never thought I'd do... bye, Lexi." Still sporting a stiff little prick, Peter dashed back to his bedroom and out of view before Madeline's bedroom door opened and the teenager made her way into the bathroom.

Peter stood there listening to the water running, imagining what was going through his daughter's innocent mind as she processed the violation apparently planned, and wondering what he could do about it. All he knew was that Madeline was missing school so some negro could cram his fuckpole into her abdomen (and up into her ribcage!) and no doubt ruin her for white boys forever. He looked down at his own four-inch organ and knew someone his size would be a joke to her once she had gone black.

'Well, Lexi is just gonna have to take that big black cock in her own little pussy," Peter vowed, determined to protect his own daughter from the sexy scene dancing in his head. Once he was able to will his erection down a little bit, Peter confronted his towel-clad daughter in the hallway on her head to her bedroom.

"Maddie, I want you to come with me tomorrow," Peter commanded the wide-eyed blonde in a way he hadn't since she was a child. "I don't care if you miss school, or whatever else you might have planned..." His dick shifted under his robe and he realized that he better wrap this up, "It's important to me to have you at work." Then he fled back to his bedroom, leaving her gaping in surprise.

The next morning, Peter put on his usual slightly rumpled dress shirt and khakis and went downstairs, where he discovered Madeline was up, ready and wearing her finest dress clothes, a short plaid skirt (from her middle-school uniform) and knee socks that accentuated her toned gymnast legs and a light-pink low-cut camisole top which showed alot of cleavage and under which she didn't appear to be wearing a bra. Her blonde hair hung around her shoulders and she applied pink gloss to her lips before picking up a cute little blazer jacket thing from the chair, her breasts jiggling as she shrugged it on and buttoned it under her breasts, ample cleavage still bursting forth despite the extra layer. Peter had to admit that there was no way to dress his knockout of a daughter so that she wouldn't be sexy, but even this flirty number looked like how a stripper would portray a businesswoman.

"Wow Maddie, you really are a beautiful young woman," Peter assured her, smiling at her nervousness as they left the house. "I just want you to know how much you mean to me, and how much I admire your courage." He didn't want to say anymore, but she gave him a look as though maybe she knew why he wanted her at his office today.