The next day was pure agony for little Annabelle Watson. Her little cunt was just constantly wet now, and there was nothing she could do about it!
She couldn't stop thinking about last night, of how her father's huge cock had taken her virginity, fucked her teeny tiny pussy for the very first time, and then come all over her. The unfamiliar, but mind-blowing sensation of being only 18, yet having 12 inches of hard man meat forced inside her, filling her up completely, stretching her beyond the limits of what she thought possible. And at the same time, her father's constant punishment of her previously innocent ass, raining cruel slaps over her fat ass cheeks, making them glow and her pussy explode in pain induced pleasure. But more than anything it was remembering her father's domination of her, the marking of her as his property, to be used and abused at his pleasure, that made it impossible for Annie to keep her panties dry. He had completely covered her in cum to show her that every little part of her nubile body belonged to him and him alone. He was such a wonderful, considerate father to show his affection like that, with a few gallons of hot cum sprayed over his young daughter.
And yet, that wasn't all her father had given Annie last night. No, she had been given something else too, that was almost as good as a monster cock up her virgin pussy and a cum shower. She had been given a slave. That was, at least, the way Annie chose to interpret it. When her older, bitch sister Emily had surprised and rudely interrupted them last night, her powerful master daddy had, of course, turned Em into his sexual property as well, by means of his huge magic rod. But then, Annie's generous father had handed Em over to her for special punishment. Like a loan, you might say.
And Annie had discovered that while she was a willing, subservient slut to her powerful master daddy, she didn't mind having a slave of her own to use for her sexual pleasures. In fact, as it turned out, she loved it. Sitting in school, zoning out some teacher, Annie pictured her sister last night, naked on all fours, with their daddy's cock shoved far up her pussy, and her tongue deep in Annie's cunt, slaving away so obediently. God! she needed to get out of this classroom and make her pussy come!
And so it happened that Annie just couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up and excused herself, saying she needed to visit the ladies room. Old Mr. Jensen didn't have any reason to question his star pupil and let her leave with a wave of his hand. Annie rushed out of school and, desperate as she was, called a taxi. As soon as she got into the cab, she started texting.
***
The table buzzer rang and Brad Watson answered it, rather annoyed. He had asked not to be disturbed and the new girl - Brenda, was it? - should really know better than to disobey her boss.
"Brenda, I spec..."
Young Brenda sounded absolutely terrified. "I am so sorry, Mr. Watson, but there are two young women here, claiming to be your daughters. They insist on seeing you, but I am not sure ... I mean, they are dressed very ... Should I send them away, sir?"
Brad felt a chill of fear run down his spine. What were they doing here?! Not even his wife had been to his place of work, much less any of the children. And what did she mean by dressed very ...? But there was nothing for it.
"No, ehm Brenda, please send them in."
A few seconds later the door to his corner office opened, his two daughters stepped in and Brad nearly had a heart attack. Annabelle and Emily walked into his office holding hands with the sweetest possible smiles on their cute faces, chirping "Hello, daddy!" as soon as they saw him standing behind his desk. There was only one problem.
They looked like complete sluts.
Well, technically, the Watson girls wore school uniforms, but the uniforms were obviously several sizes too small. The plaid skirts barely covered his daughters' big asses, and when they rushed up to greet him, it became obvious to both their father and his young assistant that they wore absolutely nothing underneath. While Annabelle's jacket and shirt was a fairly good fit, Emily's big breasts stretched her top to create an obscene display of succulent tit flesh, bulging out around the school tie. The white, kneelength socks and sneakers did not seem out of place on two innocent daughters come to visit their father at work, but, of course, the whorish make up kind of did. Whereas Annabelle had gone for a classic whore look - bright, red lips and dark eyes - Emily displayed more of a goth whore look - black lips and dark eyes, with some kind of black net pattern painted on her right cheek. His oldest daughter also seemed to have dyed her hair black, pulled back in two pigtails, while her sister was her usual blonde self in a single, long ponytail.
Brad could feel his giant daughter fucker start to rise in his pants when his girls rushed up to him for hugs, and pressed their slutty young bodies against his. Well, he would deal with them in a minute. Managing his expression carefully, he turned towards the door, where Brenda (or was it Brittany?) still stood, with an incredulous and horrified expression.
"Thank you, Brittany, that will be all. Hold my calls and please do not disturb while I talk to my daughters."
He was proud of how calm he sounded, despite the strong emotions rageing inside.
"Yes, sir." Brittany closed the door after one last glance at the two whores that had wrapped themselves around her boss.
Brad had one arm around each daughter, and the second the door closed behind Brittany, his big hands grabbed the cheeks of Annie's and Em's fat asses in a painful iron grip.
"So, daddy's little sluts thought that they would come here, to my place work, on a school day, and play games with me in front of my staff?" He pinched their asses hard.
His daughters changed their demeanor from bubbly to fake indignant, with pouty lips.
"No, daddie," Annie used her small girl voice and it nearly drove him insane. "We just missed you horribly, that's all. So we had to see you!" She smiled up at him, all innocence. Except for the slutty make up.
"Yeah, daddie, we missed you horribly," Emily repeated. "We especially missed this!" She put a soft hand on her father's by now rock hard, monster erection.
