"Oh fuck yes..."

The idea of taking Karl's cum on your chest while his daughter watched should have repelled you, but you were too horny to care. You looked over at Ivy one last time and made eye contact, then gave her a conspiratorial wink.

The giggle from earlier crept back into your voice when your replied to Karl, "Fuck, that would feel *soooo* good, sir." You pushed your chest out, wishing your boobs were just a bit bigger.

It was enough to push him over the edge, and Karl groaned, releasing his load on your chest. It hit you in four spurts, the first three across your tits and the last catching your chin. You basked in the warm feeling as you looked up from your knees below him, and savored the animal scent of his cum.

Unconsciously you started scooping it off your boobs, licking your fingers clean while he looked down at you with a combination of lust and surprise. As you finished "cleaning" yourself, you looked up to see Ivy's wide eyed gaze locked on you. She was still there! Nearly hidden behind the mostly-closed door, her hand was still moving under her pants as she watched you eat her father's cum.

Karl turned back toward you with a towel and a brownie, offering both, and you wordlessly accepted. The brownie was perfect, chocolatey with some other flavor, and reminded you of his cologne with how indescribably *perfect* it felt. You felt another wave of the lust-induced dizziness sweep over you as you licked frosting from your lips.

"You should probably get cleaned up in here, Stefi... that was... amazing. I'm gonna get dinner out, but after..." He looked at you, his implication plain.

You still hadn't felt release for your growing horniness, but held it together. You were vaguely conscious of your audience as you spoke, "Karl, I *really* want you to fuck me... Please?"

"Deal. We just have to wait through dinner." Karl walked to you and lifted you onto the counter, then slipped two fingers inside your soaking pussy. Your eyes rolled back and your brain shut off, suddenly overcome with the need you'd been trying to ignore. "Think you can get through dinner, my little slut?"

*Why is that so hot?*

"Fuck..." You panted, "yeah... I can try..."

Sliding his fingers in and out of you with one hand, Karl fed you another brownie. You moaned as you swallowed, grinding lewdly into his hand, your body limp. This was perfect... Everything was perfect, and felt so *right*...

He kissed you, smiling indulgently, "Your breath still smells a bit like my cum, Stefi. One more brownie I think to cover that up..."

Some part of your brain found it weird that he was handing you a third brownie, but it was drowned out by the part that never wanted his fingers to stop their magic inside you. You moaned through the last brownie, looking up at Karl as the room spun lazily around you, and came hard into his hand. You would have screamed if your mouth wasn't full of chocolate heaven.

In your peripheral, Ivy arched her back and gasped through her own small orgasm, and then disappeared silently up the stairs.

Karl's fingers stopped moving, then slipped out of your slit, and you clung to him, trying to stay upright.

Things moved around you as though in a trance, and you were only vaguely aware of your reactions to them. Karl said something and patted your thigh, walked you to the kitchen table and settled you down there. He called out to his kids, and the four of you sat around the table.

You looked around at the three of them, feeling a surreal sense of calm, as everyone started grabbing portions.