Daddys Angel Ch 02

The early morning light streamed through the window, awakening Hank and Angel. Both of them opened their eyes at the same time and met each other face to face. Hank looked deep into Angel's eyes before kissing her sweetly on the lips.

"Good morning, beautiful Angel," he said.

The joy in her face cascaded out of her eyes and into her voice. "Good morning, Daddy!"

It was like a switch had been flipped inside Hank. A tenderness he had not experienced in a very long time enveloped him. There was a grimace at the edge of her lips.

Hank asked, "Is everything ok?"

"Fucking you is like leg day," replied Angel. "I feel sore all over but it was totally worth it. It feels like I might never walk again but I think I will be alright. You should come with a warning label!"

Hank smiled and kissed Angel on the forehead. He started toward the bathroom. Angel watched him go,enjoying the sight of his slim torso. Several minutes later, as Angel was collecting herself mentally, and doing some stretches in the bed, Hank emerged from the bathroom with a small leather case in his hand.

Looking at Hank, Angel asked, "What's that?"

Hank stared into Angel's eyes and smiled. "This is a gift for you. Something that will help you to achieve your goals," Hank replied.

He opened the case and showed Angel the vial with bright orange liquid and a syringe.

Sitting up at attention, unconcerned that her naked torso with her beefy pecs and broad shoulders was fully on display, Angel asked "Steroids?"

"Much better than steroids," Hank replied. "We call this 'The Formula.' You remember Dr. Singh, who administered your physical a few weeks ago? She developed this. It's how I found her. I heard through my network that she was developing this and I couldn't let anyone else have it, so I gave her a massive increase in funding, brought her on board my organization, and secured the rights to this. This is one of the most clear-cut examples of the 2nd type of investment that I make. Technology that would be irresponsible to be let out into the wider world."

"What does it do?" Angel asked.

"This works like a steroid in that it promotes muscle growth, but the similarity ends there. Whereas a typical steroid stack can help you gain two or three pounds of muscle mass in a week in conjunction with a good diet and rigorous training, we believe that 'The Formula' can allow you to gain anywhere from eight to ten pounds of muscle, with a much greater increase in strength. It also enhances senses. Eyesight, hearing, smell, taste and physical touch become much more acute. And all of this without the acne, hair growth, and other side effects of traditional steroids. Bargitta was originally going to try to sell this to a military organization. Any military, really, or a private mercenary organization. I'm just lucky that I found out about it in the early stages," said Hank.

"Lucky? Daddy, come on," Angel said with a slight frown, not quite believing him.

Hank chuckled. "You play very well at being the Jock Princess but you're much smarter than you let on. It's a good thing. Stay smart. Stay one step ahead of where everyone else thinks you are. And always be stronger.

"You're correct. I pay very good money to many people to be kept informed of disruptive emerging technologies. I was an early investor in Dr. Singh's work, and I was able to offer her something that no one else could."

"And what was that?" Angel asked.

"I spelled out my plans and convinced her that I would only use her discoveries and innovations for the betterment of humanity. I agreed to fund her future research, in whatever direction it would take. That and a very large paycheck," Hank replied.

Angel's eyes narrowed. She leaned forward, intent on Hank's face. He met her gaze without flinching, his eyes betraying nothing. Her hand reached for her choker, touching the warm leather around her neck again. She almost pouted at him as she said, "You

believe

that the Formula will do all of these things? Have you tested it?"

He smiled wryly and replied, "We've done extensive animal testing in our own private labs. Nothing has been sent for peer review. This is all very experimental. Please understand that you are under no obligation to take the formula. I will be here for you regardless of your choice. You have a home here for the rest of your life if you want it. I just thought that this could be the door to your goals, and mine. I will still be your Daddy if you decide not to take it," Hank said.

"Are you joking! An experimental drug that will make me into a fucking superhero! Of course I want to take it!" Angel said in her adorable alto voice.

Hank looked at Angel for a moment, taking stock of her. "You should probably take a shower first. Once this is in your system, you'll be keyed up to eleven."

With a cute huff, Angel replied, "Fine, Daddy." As she presented her choker to Hank. He unlocked it, smacked her on her muscular behind and sent her off to the shower.

Ten minutes later, having emerged from cleaning herself, Angel walked up to Hank and stretched her neck out so that he could reaffix her choker.

"There's one thing that I have to tell you about the Formula," Hank said. "There was a notable side effect in all of the animal testing that we did."

With concern in her voice, Angel asked "What was the side effect?"

"A marked increase in libido," said Hank.

Angel grabbed Hank's cock and looked him in the eye. "Dose me, Daddy" she said, and she bent at the waist, presenting her muscular ass to Hank.

Hank took an alcohol swab and prepared a small area on Angel's right glute, and then injected her with the formula.

As she righted herself, Angel brought Hank in for a hug and whispered into his ear, "I know that you're in love with Abby. And I know that she is in love with you. You should really fuck her." She let go of him, stood up straight and turned around to face him again. "Abby and I have been fucking me for weeks," Angel said, laughing the entire time as she skipped out of Hank's room.

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Angel went to her room and changed into spandex shorts and a sports bra and made her way to the gym. She was already starting to feel a sense of uneasy energy. Angel had never felt this combination of sensations before. Like she was expanding beyond her skin in all directions. She was picking up on the tiniest of sounds. She could hear electricity flowing through the wires in the walls. She could smell the frittata that Chef Giorgio was preparing on the other side of the compound. Her skin was detecting the most minute temperature changes in the air, and she was becoming aroused at the friction of her nipples against her sports bra.

Daddy was right: She would need some time to get used to this.

Angel walked over to the squat rack and loaded it up with her normal lift of 275 pounds and ripped out 10 clean reps with solid form.

Easy.

Angel then put an additional 10 pounds on each side of the bar and continued.

All the way down,

she thought.

God! I wish I were squatting on Daddy's cock right now!

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Hank was sitting behind his desk when he heard a quiet knock at the door.

"Come in," he said.

Abby opened the door, making sure to secure it behind her before she approached.

"Good morning, Abby." Hank smiled as she sat down in the chair across from him. "We have a lot of work to do today."

Abby pulled out the letter she had prepared and handed it to him. "Before we begin, I have something to give you."

"What is this?" Hank asked.

"My resignation." Abby fought to keep her voice steady and the tears back.

"I don't understand. Are you not happy here? Am I not paying you enough? Just name your salary requirements and you'll have it," Hank said.

Abby let out a deep breath. "My job has been incredibly fulfilling and rewarding, and the pay is great. This isn't about my job.

"I am in love with you, and I believe that you feel the same way about me. I understand that you don't feel comfortable having a physical relationship with your employee, so I am removing that obstacle for you by resigning."

"You're resigning because you want to date me?" Hank asked.

Abby shut her eyes and pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose as she paused. Carefully, she uttered, "Dating isn't something I want."

Hank got up from his seat and came around his desk to sit beside her. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

"I said that I don't want to date you. Dating implies something I really don't want."

"Tell me more," said Hank.

Abby inhaled deeply once more, steadying herself for her response.

"I have always given my whole self over to the man I am with. Knowing that I can bring him pleasure is the most fulfilling thing for me. It goes past what others may feel. For me, it has sexual undertones. When that scumbag asked me to get these," she gestured at her fake breasts, "and drove me to the cosmetic surgeon, I spent most of the ride in a state of arousal. I knew it would make him happy; he delighted in it, though he proved he wasn't worthy of my attention or devotion. You, however, are a different case entirely. You are a true man in every sense of the word--not just in superficial ways--a visionary and kind person who is appreciated by everyone around you. Your work improving lives proves to me that I should offer myself to you on a deeper level."

Hank took it all in and said, "I am pleased you respect my ethics, even if you don't always agree with the decisions I make. To be sure I follow your thought process, can you tell me what the worst and best case scenario would be if you resigned?"

Abby smiled. Hank was right. She had thought about it a lot. They often did this kind of exercise to understand each other better.

"Worst case: I'm already well-off from working for you. My net worth is over $400 million. I retire to a warm place and have a series of unfulfilling relationships with men who aren't worthy of me. But hey, a girl needs her kicks."

Abby smiled, thinking about her fantasies. "For the best case: you accept my resignation and make me your concubine. You use my body for pleasure daily as I become your sex toy."

Hank looked at Abby, shock registering on his face. "Is that what you want? For me to just...use you? I don't think I could do that; I have so much respect for you..." Hank looked away, uncertain but afraid that he was losing Abby.

Abby put one hand on Hank's knee and the other cradled his face. "That's one of the reasons why you're perfect - you understand the true value of what I am offering you. You will never take me for granted." She leaned closer and went on, "You know I end up sneaking away four or five times a day to take care of myself? And do you know what my fantasy is?"

Hank met her gaze and nodded, committing to do whatever it took to keep her. She was the love of his life. "Tell me," he said.

Abby smiled. "Picture myself in this office, under your desk while you're on the phone, closing a multi-billion dollar deal. I have your big cock in my mouth and I'm pleasuring you." She started to lower his fly when he grabbed her wrists and stopped her.

He held her gaze while he spoke. "I have a fantasy of my own, but before we indulge it, I'd like to offer you an equity partnership in Miller Holdings. You'll be COO and forty percent owner - my terms are non-negotiable."

Abby smiled wider than Hank had ever seen before. "I have a condition too," she said.

"Name it," Hank said.

"I get to call you 'Master'," Abby said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Hank nodded, still gripping her wrists. "You wear a black pencil skirt and white blouse, coupled with five-inch heels. The buttons on your top are undone too far for it to be appropriate to wear in the office. You come in, catch me looking at your chest and without saying a word, take off your shirt to reveal you're not wearing a bra then kneel down and start fucking me with your big tits."

Abby jerked her wrists out of Hank's grasp and tore open her blouse buttons scattering them across the floor. Hank's eyes widened at the sight of her large breasts and he couldn't help but admire her toned stomach with its 4-pack. "Do you like my abs? Angel has been training me for a while now", she said before freeing his cock. Kneeling at his feet, she placed it between her breasts and, while squeezing them together, started thrusting up and down.

"Tell me what else you want, Master," she said, as she continued to stroke him.

"No more panties for you at work. I want easy access to my concubine."

"Done. What else do you want?" Abby asked, still tit-fucking him up and down as his pre-cum started flowing.

"I need you to take the reins," Hank replied. "Seduce me with your body."

"I can become your seductive temptress," Abby continued. "But you have to tell me what you really want. We both know what it is, but I need you to say it out loud."

"I want you to take the formula. I want you to work out alongside Angel and get huge and strong," Hank said, trying to control his breathing as Abby continued to rub her chest against his dick.

"Yes, Master. I will get huge and strong. But that's not all. I'm going to build a harem of women for you. All of us on the formula. All of us with muscles larger than any man could dream of. Desperate for each other and even more desperate for your cock. I will bring you a dozen hot muscle bitches!"

This was more than Hank could handle. With a deep groan of pleasure, he released his load, spraying Abby's tits, chin, and face with his cum.

"I am yours, Master," Abby said with a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "My body, my mind, and my soul -- all yours."

*THUD THUD THUD*

The silence was shattered by a powerful knocking at the door.

*THUD THUD THUD*

It sounded like the door might burst from its hinges.

"DADDY! I NEED YOU!" Angel shouted from the other side. "PLEASE!"

"Go and open it for her before she breaks it down," said Hank as he looked up at Abby. "And don't wipe yourself off," he added, trying to do his best in his new role.

Abby stood up and gave him a curtsy accompanied by a smile. "Yes, Master."

She sprinted over to the door and opened it just as Angel was about to bang it again. She saw that Angel had discarded her shorts and top in the hallway. Angel looked at Abby's body, which was fully covered in Hank's release. "Oh thank goodness!" Angel licked the semen from Abby's breasts, slowly making her way up to Abby's chin. Finally, Angel kissed her, sharing her Daddy's offering.

Angel stared at Hank intently. "Daddy! I was working out, but I got so fucking horny I couldn't think! I spent the whole time fantasizing about your thick cock!" She crept closer to Hank, her body movement like a sly leopard, her gaze predatory. Angel effortlessly pushed him down so he was seated on the couch against the wall. She got down on her knees between his legs. "I couldn't concentrate on anything else!" She began licking his shaft, getting him erect in seconds.

"Angel, you don't...," Hank started to say, but she cut him off.

"Ssshhhh, no talking Daddy," she said. "Just fucking."

Hank put his hands on her face and tried to push her away from his crotch, but she grabbed his hands and stood up-- pinning his arms to the wall behind him. She then impaled herself on his stiff member, letting out a loud moan at the intensity of the sensation. Angel began to make out with Hank as she moved up and down on his shaft.

Abby came up behind the young bodybuilder and moved her hand downwards. She began rubbing Angel's clit. "You love fucking your Daddy, don't you?" Abby whispered in Angel's ear. "I love fucking my Daddy," Angel answered with a whimper. "You're going to get big and strong for Daddy, aren't you?" Abby continued. "I'm going to get so big and strong for Daddy, " Angel said. "You're going to cum on Daddy's big, thick cock, aren't you?" Abby asked her, increasing the intensity of her stimulation of Angel's pleasure center while licking her neck.

"FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKK!" Angel shouted out. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Hank reached his climax inside her.

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Hank paced back and forth in his office, appearing exhausted and worn down. Angel was seated on the couch and trembling, her lower lip clamped between her teeth and both hands firmly grasping the couch cushion. Tears had begun to form in her eyes. Abby sat by Angel's side, looking rather tranquil with her eyes closed.

"Why do you have your eyes closed?" Dr. Singh asked Abby.

"I'm experiencing sensory overload," she replied in a composed voice. "I can hear everybody's heartbeats in this room." She gave a whiff of the air. "I smell that the chef is preparing venison for dinner. Blocking out one of my senses can help me cope better."

"Are you aroused, sexually?" Dr. Singh kept questioning.

A small smile spread across Abby's lips. "I've never been more aroused than I am right now. We'll need to get the couch cleaned after this meeting."

Dr. Singh shifted her focus to Angel. "Were you able to hit the gym this morning?"

Angel shook her head slightly to indicate a negative answer while keeping her lip clamped between her teeth.

"Are you sexually aroused?" The probing went on as Dr. Singh persisted in grilling her patient.

Angel's eyes opened wide and tears spilled down her cheeks as she continued to grip the couch with both hands. She nodded affirmatively.

Turning to Hank, Dr. Singh commented, "It's not a surprise; these symptoms match what we saw in the animal trials. Every animal was mating constantly during this stage. I'm amazed they aren't busy humping right now," she said expressionlessly.

"We were having sex all night! It went on for hours and I was done! I figured they must be tired, but when I gave them the formula this morning it started up again! Is there an end in sight?"

"Yes, these initial two days should be the worst of it. They need time to get used to their new heightened arousal levels. It won't be like it was before but they should eventually become accustomed to it and be able to ignore it like the hum of a refrigerator," Dr. Singh explained. "I can't believe they aren't currently engaged in a sexual act!"

At that point, Angel's hand inched towards her crotch.

"PINEAPPLE!" Hank scolded her and she quickly moved her hand back to the couch cushion. "That's our safe word," he clarified for Dr. Singh.

"And why aren't you masturbating compulsively?" Dr. Singh asked Abby.

"My Master has instructed me not to bring myself to pleasure," Abby said with a radiant smile. "My joy is in obeying His orders."

"Now, Bargitta, tell us what to do here," Hank steered the discussion away from Abby.

"This phase should pass in the next twenty four hours. I would suggest allowing them to engage in sexual activity with each other until then. Make sure they have access to food and water during that time. Being careful around fragile items might also be a prudent measure. Monitor them closely, and don't forget to give them their next doses on time; otherwise this cycle will start all over again."

"You heard the good Doctor," Hank said. "Both of you go to Abby's rooms and fuck each other out."

They raced out of the room without another word. Hank sank into his office chair in a state of exhaustion. Bargitta smiled reassuringly. "It'll all turn out alright in the end."

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Three days later, Angel and Abby were sitting in Hank's office. "Got it out of your systems?" Hank asked. "Not entirely," Abby answered with a smile. "But we've been more able to focus for the last couple of days."