Teacher's Two Virgin Daughters
As the years passed, the world became more peaceful thanks to me and my mind-controlling belt.
The Best Teacher spoke, and people listened, enthralled by the power of the belt. How did it work? I never could figure that out. Magic, as hard as that was to admit, was the only explanation. The supernatural had interfered in this world, and I had no idea why.
I had long learned not to care. It would drive anyone mad trying to figure it out. Luckily, I had my diversions. I was helping change the world, after all. Those shaped by my college's policies were slowly taking over from the older generations.
Nearly nineteen years, and wars and conflicts were all but unheard of. Terrorism, crime, and violence were all evaporating away thanks to my teaching methods. Everyone wanted to please the best teacher by doing their hardest to help society. It was a utopia, only there was no philosopher king to rule it.
Society was figuring out how to just rule themselves.
Manual labor was performed by the dumbest males. Whole crews of slaves worked happily by day on new buildings, remodels, public works, or whatever. By night, they were rented out by rich widows to enjoy some passion in their lives or by porn companies to fuck their sex slave performers.
There were entire industries full of female sex slaves. There wasn't a Hollywood starlet who wasn't owned by one of the studios. Their talent agents scoured colleges and universities to find new "stars." And there was an abundance of them thanks to poor countries. Many came from Africa, Latin America, Asia, and Eastern Europe needed as much as fifty percent of their young men to be slaves for manual labor, so an equal number of women were raised as sex slaves and bought up by rich nations. Airlines bought them as stewardesses, hospitals as nurses who provided special services, businesses as secretaries to keep up morale, and restaurants as waitresses who made sure you left with a smile. Massage parlor brothels, strip clubs where you got more than just a lap dance, and even retail stores that offered something for husbands to do while their wives shopped.
It was a world in transition. As the older generation of women slowly retired, it left more and more men in the workplace running things with their happy wives back home. Many a housewife, as her children grew up, ran their own home businesses or took on part-time jobs. "Cottage industries" like how it was back in old times. Women opened their own hair salons in garages or nail parlors. They would make crafts: everything from high-end candles to perfumes. Or they taught elementary school, leaving men to the higher grades and higher education.
The very cream of the crop of women, at least intellectually, were working in the fields of research. Contributing to humanity. Some of them had accomplished great things, but I always felt bad for them in a way. They never would find a husband. Not with the way things were going.
But they would have their research and rented studs. They might even buy their own male slaves to give them pleasure and companionship.
The world had changed so much. I was proud of what I had done. I had made lasting changes that, I hoped, would continue after my death. Not that I was going out anytime soon. I was still in great shape. After all, fucking your wife and sex slaves kept men young and virile, just like being bred by me did.
It was amazing how far my powers could stretch.
It was a busy day in our mansion today. We had moved out of the loft. The money my side porn company made gave me quite the life. I still taught, of course. I could never give up being there to enjoy those fresh-faced freshmen girls. But the side business, run by Mrs. Smythe, had grown into quite the porn empire.
I don't even remember how many sex slave porn stars we own.
But since I taught that pirating anything was wrong, and that healthy marriages were founded on watching porn together, we did very well.
But the reason it was busy today in the mansion had nothing to do with the business. It was the eighteenth birthday of my two oldest daughters. They had reached the age that they would start college. Zelda and Allie were born within an hour to each other by my sex slaves Mrs. Foster and Darcy my Teacher's Pet.
I had a lot of daughters from my wives and personal sex slaves. The ones that were a part of my life, that I loved like my wife, Helen. Mrs. Foster had so far given me four daughters: Zelda, Ann, Gale, and Tonya. Her daughter Darcy had also given me four: Allie, Betty, Carla, and Delilah. I had two from my wife Helen, Heather and Barbara; and three from Helen's little sister Debbie: Jeanette, Keily, and Britney. Veronica, the first student I had fucked and one of the most famous porn stars in the world, had given me Shannon and Vanessa while her mother, Mrs. Smythe, had given me Lisa, Taylor, and Peggy. My naughty maid Cassandra had also given me three gorgeous girls, Raquel, Pita, and Rosalita. Naomi, my last personal sex slave, had delivered Nancy, Jasmine, and Alanna.
I had more daughters out there, and probably some sons. I fucked so many students, I was certain I had bread hundreds of them. I had bred Dr. Chandra three times now and the new gynecologist twice. Dean Brown only had one of my daughters.
But the ones that I had with my little harem were the ones that I knew. That I loved.
So just having a house full of that many daughters made it a noisy affair. They were all excited about Zelda and Allie's birthday. They knew it was the special one, and that they would all be taken off while I had special times with the birthday girls.
The house was boisterous. Presents were given. Cake was eaten. Games were played. But, finally, it was time for me to retire with my daughters, their mothers, my wife, and Cassandra. I left the others to watch over our daughters.
Allie and Zelda looked so much like sisters, which they were, but they were also aunt and niece. They both had blonde hair, though not as light as their mothers. Their breasts were round and quivering, their eyes blue and bright. Allie had a rounder face and Zelda was three inches taller.
They held hands as they walked before me towards my bedroom, a room with several beds for me, my wife, and our harem of sex slaves to sleep in. I liked having them all close. They rotated beds, sleeping with me and each other.
Allie and Zelda both glanced back at me. They had such eager smiles on their lips. "Daddy!" they cooed together. "We're so happy."
"Me, too," I said, my dick so hard. These were special girls. I had deflowered a lot of virgins, including my pet, but this was something more. This was my first time enjoying my own flesh and blood. I had been with mothers and daughters, even twin sisters. I had shared in others crossing that taboo line. Now, today, it was my turn.
Allie and Zelda threw open the door of the bedroom and spun around in their party dresses. They both wore pink prom gowns. The necklines plunged to show off their breasts. The skirts rustled about their thighs, barely long enough to cover their asses.
"Daddy," they both breathed as the door closed behind us. "Oh, Daddy!"
They flew to me. I scooped them up in my arms, Zelda and Allie's faces filling up my vision. They both had such kissable lips. I groaned and kissed Zelda first. She was my oldest by an hour. I slid my hands down their backs and squeezed both their asses.
Allie nuzzled her lips into my cheek, kissing towards where her sister and my mouths met. Then it was a three-way kiss with my two daughters. I groaned, squeezing their asses. I loved the feel of their mouths against mine. This was such a rush. Just such an amazing time.
I turned and kissed Allie now, leaving Zelda purring in delight. My dick was so hard in my pants. I groaned and broke the kiss with my daughter. I stared into both their blue eyes. They were both so eager for this. So wet.
"Strip naked for Daddy," I purred.
They both grinned and pulled away from me. My dick throbbed at the sight of them as they were all so gorgeous. They looked just great. I wanted to devour them. To feast on them with everything that I had. That would be an incredible rush.
My cock twitched and throbbed as I stared at them. I was so ready to just fuck them both hard. They started undressing. They unzipped their own dresses then grinned at me. Together, as if they had practiced, they ripped off their dresses.
They unveiled their gorgeous bodies to me.
