Author's Note:
This aspect of the trilogy is for those who enjoy fantasy Domme Daughter/Sub Daddy fetishes. If that's your kink, I hope you appreciate the sexually explicit encounters that take place in this fictional, alternative-lifestyle story.
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Smiling, Ashley entered the bathroom and hugged her mother.
"Thanks, Mom. Whew, what satisfying orgasms! Now, that's the way to start my day. Daddy is talented," Ashley acknowledged her father's expertise.
"He should be. He's had lots of practice the last couple of months," Margaret sarcastically replied.
Ashley used a towel in her mother's bathroom to clean up the mess in her kitty while her mother applied her lipstick. As if nothing had happened, the girl pulled down the front of her skirt and straightened it. She then combed her chestnut brown hair.
Margaret glanced at her daughter before she attempted to leave the bathroom. Her appearance wasn't quite right. The girl's skirt was shorter than allowed at her school, and Ashley's blouse showed excessive cleavage - nothing new there. Yet, there was something else that bothered the older woman. It suddenly came to her. Ashley's panty lines, usually present under her miniskirt, were gone. Her ass cheeks also jingled more than usual when she moved.
"Wait a minute, young lady. Where are your underpants? You know better. I won't have a slut for a daughter. Get them on, and I'm not talking about the skimpy thong hidden in your bedroom dresser," Margaret reprimanded the girl.
"No daughter of mine goes to school without conservative lily-white briefs, especially with a miniskirt. I assume you're considering flashing the boys and teachers, but I won't have it. I'm not kidding," Margaret continued her rant.
"Oh, Mom, all my girlfriends do it. We like turning on the boys and seeing the bulges in their pants when they roam the school's corridors in their aroused states. There's no harm in some teasing and flirting. I bet you did it when you were my age," Ashley attempted to justify her no-panties position.
Even though her daughter's retort was accurate, Margaret wasn't going to take any lip from the teenager. Margaret intended to play with her favorite intern this morning. Because she was behind schedule, the MILF stopped applying her makeup. Instead, she gave Ashley an intimidating glare.
"Alright, you win," Ashley conceded.
She begrudgingly walked back to her father's side of the bed to recover her panties that were lying on the floor.
"I'm leaving for school, Daddy. Give me a goodbye kiss," Ashley requested.
Once again, she pulled up the front of her skirt and leaned over him. Smiling Ashley gave the thumb-up sign to her mother when her father's mouth contacted her twat.
"How kinky. Who else says farewell to her father that way?" Margaret marveled. "I can't stay mad at my 'Baby' after viewing her dominance. I should do the same to remind Hal of his subordinate position in this family."
Margaret looked at her watch. It was now 7:15 am. Amazingly, Ashley had gotten off twice in ten minutes. Margaret had to give Hal his dues. He was talented at eating pussy. Maybe she would let him dine at the 'vadge' tonight. It would be packed to the brim when she left work after being fucked bareback by another intern in the late afternoon. Margaret always enjoyed an orgasm before bed, as long as she didn't have to reciprocate.
"Your bus will arrive shortly. Don't miss it. I can't drive you to school. I'm late. I'll be home around seven. What are your plans after school?" Margaret grilled the teenager.
"Emily's stopping by to help me with my math coursework. I'm behind, and we have a big algebra exam tomorrow," Ashley informed her mother.
"How long will she be tutoring you?" Margaret continued her dialogue. She hadn't anticipated Emily's after-school session with her daughter.
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Emily Smith was the wallflower poster girl in Ashley's high school. She was a prim and proper, stereotypical, well-behaved, goody-goody, socially awkward nerd. Emily had a pleasant personality and was to become the school's valedictorian. Nevertheless, her classmates wouldn't accept her.
Ashley and her snotty friends were jealous of Emily's intelligence. The mean-spirited schoolgirls teased Emily by calling her a 'pathetic dud' behind her back. They laughed and made fun of her repeatedly. No boy dared to ask their shunned classmate for a date because they feared Ashley's malicious clique might blackball them.
The geeky girl was cute and possessed a curvy body with a nice ass, but her short stature and shyness counterbalanced her desirable physical features. The latter contributed to her inability to attract any boy she fancied. Emily's glasses added to her standoffish, aloof façade.
Because her parents were poor, Emily wore dull, hand-me-down clothes. She didn't have a single stylish outfit. Jewelry and other nonessential accessories were out of the question. As a result, she didn't fit in with her more affluent classmates. She rarely entered their radar screens.
Emily said nothing to her parents about her setbacks and insecurities regarding boys. Nevertheless, she was devastated, knowing all the other kids in her senior class were attending the school prom this weekend.
To put her down, snobby Ashley and her malicious gang told Emily that they had lined up their prom dates months ago. It was the last big social event before their high school graduation. She missed the junior prom. Nothing had changed in a year.
Even Selma Lopez was attending the big event. Selma was so luscious she couldn't find an off-the-shelf prom dress that fit her. Nevertheless, that wardrobe setback wouldn't prevent the Puerto Rican from attending the big shindig. She let it be known she'd wear her birthday suit if she had to.
Selma was skilled at twerking, and the ground tremored when she shook her cheesy 50+ inch booty, pendulous bazooms, and big belly. Many of the most desirable guys at school asked the hood rat to the big event, apparently imagining her spandex outfit bursting into a million pieces during one of her twerks.
They probably also wondered what it would feel like to get ass and tit slapped by Selma once she got drunk.
Selma was into smothering, and she liked to crush those boys she forced to eat her meaty twat from below.
"Selma resembles the cartoon figure 'Porky Pig'. To persuade Selma to have sex, all a horny guy has to do is show up with a large cheese pizza. Her rug is so thick that a considerable amount of her pubic hair usually protrudes outside of her bikini bottom when she lounges at the beach. Selma obviously doesn't believe in grooming the forest between her legs," Emily critiqued her classmate.
"If Selma can get invited to the prom, why can't I? Go figure. When am I going to lose my virginity? All I ask for is occasional intimacy with a member of the opposite sex. Is that too much to ask?" Emily questioned the 'Almighty'.
"I'm not fussy about who does me the first time. Must I spell it out to the boys at school that I would put out? Aren't I good enough for at least mercy sex?" Emily despaired.
Despite the lack of a boyfriend, Emily's libido was impressive. No one guessed she was multi-orgasmic. Emily masturbated to her favorite age-play porn she downloaded from the internet whenever she could. The nastier and raunchier, the better. She had already burned out two 'Hitachi Magic Wands' in her bedroom this year.
Unbeknownst to others, Emily had a dark side. Despite her outward goody-to-shoes persona, she often visualized being the center of attention in an extreme gangbang where out-of-shape, beer-bellied, cigar-smoking, hairy, perverted Daddies fucked her mouth, cunt, and ass bareback for hours.
Pillow Princess Emily just laid on her bed during these imagined gangbangs, receiving one orgasm after another. Emily had no limits, and she encouraged her fuckers to use her as they desired for as long as they wanted.
Her abusers got a kick out of telling their plaything what a splendid breeder she was after impregnating her. Emily usually got off imagining the conclusion of these gangbangs when their creamy loads oozed out of her holes onto the bed. She dreamed of being tied up and forced to sleep in the resulting pool of Daddy jizz after the old farts were done with their trailer-trash tramp.
Her parents, teachers, and classmates would be shocked if they knew what went on in Emily's depraved mind. Except for her stunned priest, who was obligated to listen to her weekly confessions, no one knew the school's leading student was into extreme Daddy Dom/Little Girl kink.
Emily didn't know it, but her priest often masturbated in real-time on the other side of the screen when Emily graphically described her perversions.
When Emily overheard Ashley in the school's lavatory confide to one of her girlfriends about how often her father orally pleasured her, Emily realized there was a way to get sexual relief from a talented, good-looking man regularly. It was then that she hatched her devious plan.
"I want an attractive man like Ashley's father to eat me. Why waste my time on an inexperienced, selfish, shallow, pimple-faced boy who has no idea how to get me off? A rushed fuck-and-go with a quick-shooter isn't for me," Emily decided.
"I seek a talented Daddy who can take his time and get it right. I want an experienced, take-charge senior with a good imagination for wicked age-play sex. My dominant man will love and protect me," Emily also hoped.
