Daddy dearest

Veronica's eyes widened in shock when she heard he daddy's voice ask, "Are you busy, Smithers?"

"Just finishing up some paperwork, Sir," Smithers answered as he shifted in his chair, and inadvertently? drove another inch or so of his cock into Veronica's already straining mouth.

"Huk!" Veronica gagged before she could control herself. She struggled not to cough. As much as she wanted to see her daddy bring down vengeance on Smithers' head she'd be mortified if he discovered her in this situation. Trapped under a desk with a servant's cock shoved into her face.

Tears streamed from Veronica's eyes from the stress of accommodating even a fraction of Smithers' horsecock as she listened to the sound of her daddy walking into the room and toward the desk.

"How is it going with Veronica?" Her daddy asked, and she felt a warm feeling in her chest at the concern in his voice. She might have felt less warmth if she'd been able to see her Daddy looking pointedly at the top of Smithers' desk with a raised eyebrow directed toward his butler. Anyone seeing that would have known in an instance that he knew exactly what was going on out of his line of sight.

And why not, his own desk had similar pet accommodations. He felt some regret at the fact that Smithers had to do his job for him. If he wasn't such a weakling Veronica would have spent the first month after her birthday living there. Just as his sisters had spent their first legal month under his father's desk.

"Not so well I'm afraid, sir. She does not take well to the idea of being of service to others," Smithers said in a regretful tone that would have made Veronica furious to hear if she hadn't been busy coping with his girth and the fact that the fat head of his cock was pressing insistently at the back of her throat. She almost sobbed with relief when the butler shifted and all but the head of his cock drew out of her mouth.

"Its my fault. I could never see her as anything else but my little girl. She was such a sweet child. My blindness has left her ill prepared to take on adult responsibility," Hiram said in a sorrowful tone as his sweet child struggled to accomodate a fat dick that shifted back and forth in her mouth while pre-cum and spit drooled down her face to drip off her chin and ran down her upper torso.

"She's still young. All she needs if a firm hand to set her on the right path," Smithers said as he leaned forward and directed an earnest look at the man whose daughter had just been **** to swallow more than half of his cock because of the way he had shifted his body.

A faint smile crossed Hiram face as he listened to the muffled gagging and coughing coming from under Smithers' desk. "I'm sure you're right, Smithers. But you and I have duties. We can't spend all our time coddling my daughter. That is why I've decided to move us."

"Indeed, sir?" Smithers asked in interest while he enjoyed the feel of Veronica's throat spasming around his dick. He let her experience the lack of air for a few seconds before he shifted his hips and drew a couple of inches backward allowing her to snort air into her lungs through her nose.

"My father's old vacation home has been vacant for a long time, but it's in good repair. It's small, only ten bedrooms, and accommodations for five servants."

"Rustic indeed, sir," Smithers said without a hint of sarcasm.

The property is inside the boundaries of a small town. Riverdale. I believe I've mentioned it to you before?"

"I recall. Your first job was at the local Cum Guzzlers? You were a jerk?" A questioning tone entered Smithers voice as he asked the last. There might also have been a slight strain in his voice. Veronica was not skilled, to say the least, but forcing his cock in and out of her unwilling mouth while talking to her father was a rather erotic situation. He was on the verge of blowing his seed into her belly, and even his phlegmatic nature could not help but show some sign of stress.

"Not quite. It wasn't a Cum Guzzlers at the times. That came later when I invited Pop, my boss, not my father, to invest in the idea with me. He ran a diner that was a hang out for the local high school seniors and college students. I worked as a soda jerk. I served ice-cream, and worked the grill. My father felt everyone should start at the bottom. That is why I called Pop Tate and asked if he had a position open that Veronica could fill. He did. She'll be starting work at the very first Cum Guzzlers in a few days after we move to the new house. It's not all that busy. She'll be able to slowly learn how to give proper service. And unless he's changed a lot Pop Tate won't abide poor work. He certainly whacked my knuckles often enough for spending too much of my time with my cock shoved down a waitresses throat rather than manning my grill."

"Pardon me for a second, Sir," Smithers asked as his face became a bit strained, in a blissful sort of way, as he emptied his balls down Veronica's spasming throat. Under his desk Veronica desperately tried keep the overflow from escaping from around his dick as her cheeks bulged from trying to contain both his thick dick and his seed at the same time. It was a losing battle and soon the bottom half of her face was well glazed, as were her tits.

Hiram allowed Smithers time to regain his composure, before continuing. "We'll be taking Chef Pierre with us of course, and that means Fifi as well. I certainly don't intend to give up using her cream in my morning coffee. I'll need you to select a good man-of-all-jobs to look after the upkeep of the house. If he needs help we can hire some from the town once the move is complete. Decide who you want to stay here and look after the upkeep, and notify the others their services will no longer be required. Draft the appropriate reference letters as you see fit." Hiram instructed Smither's while under the butler's desk his daughter fought to swallow every drop of the butler's seed while keeping her presence secret from her daddy.

If it weren't for her aching jaws and the discomfort of finding her nose once more filled with Smithers' seed, Veronica have been feeling rather smug as pulling it off."