Playing with Daddy Pt. 03

Author's Note: This aspect of the trilogy is predominantly for those who enjoy fantasy Daddy Dom/Little Girl, Authoritative Teacher/Admiring Student, Controlling Employer/Powerless Employee, Priest/Parishioner, and HuCow role play. If those are your fetishes, I hope you'll appreciate the sexually explicit encounters that take place in this fictional, alternative-lifestyle story.

I thank Literotica editor Roftlheory for her valuable feedback.

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Hal returned home just before five after getting the groceries for the evening meal. Except for one, he had completed all his wife's chores. The last one was waiting for him in the kitchen. Emily Smith was sitting on a barstool at the granite countertop, helping his daughter comprehend the complexities of algebra. Scattered on the floor were crumpled sheets of notepaper with partially completed math equations on them.

Emily became enthused when she encountered the object of her desire. Her body tingled. The nipples at the tips of her puffy, pyramid-shaped, B-cup breasts became more noticeable. They attempted to poke through her clinging T-shirt. She was no longer interested in tutoring. Her attention had been diverted.

"Hi, Mr. Jones. It's great seeing you. You're looking fine today," Emily welcomed the man.

"How're you guys doing?" Hal greeted the girls, not intending to disturb their studies.

"Great, Dad. We've been at it for three hours," Ashley informed her father.

"Oh shit, that long?" shaken Hal thought. He hadn't anticipated paying off such a hefty tutoring bill today.

Ashley noticed her father's concern. "Daddy, you know algebra is difficult for me with its confusing 'x', 'y', and 'z' equations. Thanks to Emily, I finally understand the type of questions that will appear on my next math exam."

"Don't you want me to do well in my math course? Don't forget, I'm trying to get accepted at an Ivy League University with a full scholarship. Emily's looking forward to your attention now that we've completed our tutoring session," Ashley enlightened her father.

Following her declaration, Emily gave her classmate today's tutoring bill. Once Ashley signed the document, she passed the sheet of paper to her father. She then rose from her seat to give the two some privacy. Ashley didn't need to witness how her father paid the bill. She understood what was about to happen by observing Emily's radiance. The eighteen-year-old girl was so excited that she couldn't stop giggling.

How pathetic, Ashley thought. No wonder she can't get a date. What a tool!

Ashley was concerned her father might not be up to the task of servicing the eager beaver until she achieved three orgasms. It might take him hours to pay off the bill, and then there was tomorrow's additional expense. Ashley couldn't wait for the girl to leave. She was done with 'Plain Jane'.

"I'm mentally exhausted. I'll go to my room for a catnap before Mom gets home. Have fun, guys," Ashley cheered on the couple.

Ashley winked at her tutor, pretending to like her insignificant classmate. She then climbed the stairs to her room on the second floor. Before reaching her bed, Ashley put on her headphones and played music to drown out the anticipated noise from the shenanigans of the two on the floor below her. Within minutes, she was asleep.

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After Emily acknowledged her tutoring session with her classmate was over, she sashayed into the living room, switched on Pandora to a music station of her liking, removed her glasses, spun around, and stared at the gorgeous man.

She untied the bun on her head, letting her hair drop below her shoulders. The teenager then shook her body to give her mane a more dazzling look.

Because she hadn't gotten off three times in rapid succession, Emily obsessed all day on her anticipated multi-orgasmic tryst with Ashley's father. She signaled him toward her by waving her hand.

Hal approached Emily until they touched. She placed one of his hands on her crotch and held it there. Her other one went around his waist. She pulled him closer.

"Did you miss me? I'm VERY INTERESTED in you. I've dreamed of you all day. I'm ready to explode. Kiss me, Daddy. Tell me I'm the most wonderful woman in the world. Confirm you'll give me three fantastic orgasms this afternoon," Emily requested.

Hal did what she asked. He knew how she liked it because he'd been getting the high-school student off regularly in the last couple of months. Although she requested that he get her ready for her first orgasm, the visible wet spot in her shorts gave her away.

The teenager was primed for her first climax. Nevertheless, Hal pushed her hair aside and started to kiss and nibble her neck as if he were a vampire taking advantage of his docile prey. He whispered in her ear those foul things she loved to hear.

After a few minutes of foreplay, Emily pushed Hal against the wall. He was in her grasp. Their bodies were locked. She then grabbed his head and aggressively French-kissed him, sticking her tongue deep inside his mouth. At the same time, she dry-humped one of his legs.

When Emily's breathing became more strained, she pushed him downward until he was on his knees with his mouth level with her gym shorts.

"Are you ready?" Hal asked, even though he already knew the answer to his question.

When Emily nodded, Hal grabbed the drawstring holding up her shorts. He untied the loose knot and pulled her shorts down to the floor. Emily quickly kicked them out of the way. She moved her throbbing snatch closer to him. She wasn't wearing underwear.

Emily never wore panties at Ashley's house because her tutoring session always ended the same way. Gym shorts were her preferred attire. They were easy to jettison when it was time to get paid.

Emily's wedge-shaped mound of pubic hair was less than an inch from Hal's face. Emily spread her legs, grabbed the back of Hal's head, and pulled the man forward, thereby closing the distance to her bush. Hal's tongue encountered Emily's musty hole.

"My body's ablaze, Mr. Jones. Can you feel my body's heat? Put out the fire, Daddy. Lick my kitty. Suck it. I'm ready," Emily revealed.

Despite her social awkwardness, Emily tried to be more verbal and aggressive when receiving oral from the older man. She adored Femdom porn, and Emily admired those dominant women who controlled handsome men like Mr. Jones. She tried to emulate them.

Hal placed his mouth over Emily's clit and sucked. Emily's legs became weak and unsteady. As she approached her first orgasm, she leaned against the wall to prevent falling. She then squashed his face on her vagina and held it there with her hands. Emily tried to hold out longer, but she couldn't.

Because Emily intended to cum three times, the first one slipped out faster than she intended. Sadly, she failed to last sixty seconds. She cried out a single word.

"YESSS!" Emily screamed.

Shortly after her first orgasm, Emily pushed Hal away from her sensitive vagina.

"Whew! I've been looking forward to that all day. What a relief. Wait, I've got to recover. Take off your clothes and stretch out on the sofa for my second one. You owe me two more," the girl reminded him.

"I don't understand. What's your plan? Why do I have to remove my clothes?" Hal quizzed the girl. He hadn't undressed for her in the past.

"Because no one invited me to the prom. I decided it's time I lost my virginity. Nothing is going to happen with the boys at my school. They're afraid of Ashley and her mean disciples," Emily made known her situation.

"What am I waiting for? After all, I'm legal. I'm not going to hold out three years like Ashley's trying to do. It's time we passed third base. We're going to do the nasty deed right now. I'm ready to take a real cock for the first time. It excites me to know I'm going to screw the father of my school's most popular student on a sofa in her home," bold Emily snickered.

"I always enjoy munching on your tasty pussy, but I never agreed to bang you. Your price is too high for a couple of hours of tutoring," Hal countered. He didn't want to do 'IT'.

"I talked to Ashley and her mother, and both accepted my new tutoring fee," Emily lied.

"I've got to speak to my wife. You're saying she fancies me taking the virginity of an eighteen-year-old high-school student. It's hard to believe she's making me do this. I'm still her husband, after all. I wouldn't be able to converse with your parents at social gatherings if we had intercourse," Hal envisioned.

Hal would discover Emily lied if he and his wife discussed the situation later that evening. Of course, Emily couldn't let that happen. Because her deceitful approach failed, she now tried to bluff the object of her desire.

"Should I wake up the princess who's napping upstairs in her bedroom? Alternately, should I telephone your wife? Because it's past five, she's probably playing with an intern in her office right now behind your back. You know your wife and daughter will be furious if I disturb them. They don't give a shit about us," Emily argued.

Because she was spot on, Hal said nothing.

Emily next tried an incentive approach to get her way.

"Let's come to a new agreement if you insist on being a crybaby. I now propose getting your penis for two hours of tutoring Ashley or your mouth for one hour. What's your problem? You get to shag me if I select option one. If you didn't have an orgasm recently, why not bust a nut inside a teenager who wants you?" Emily argued.

"I haven't gotten off in days. I intended to jack off later," Hal admitted. He wasn't sure what to do.

After three attempts at seduction, Emily finally pushed the right button. Hal hadn't explicitly stated he was willing to screw her. Nevertheless, Emily realized it was going to happen. If she pushed harder, she was confident she'd get laid today.

"That won't be necessary. Your appetizer was terrific, but I'm ready for the main course. Ditch your clothes and lie on your back on the sofa. I'm going to mark it with my scent like how an alpha dog stakes out his territory. Before leaving, heaps of my fragment cunt juice will stain this couch," Emily revealed her plan.

"I'm going to soak its cushions. I'll enjoy seeing the consequences of today's intercourse. Every time sleeping beauty and her snotty girlfriends sit on it to watch their mindless chick-flick shows, I'll have the satisfaction of knowing their asses are on the couch we soiled today. I'm going to ride you pretty hard, but you better get me off first. If you're too fast, we'll repeat our screwing until you get it right," Emily threatened.

Hal removed his clothes and stood in front of the teenager. Emily stroked his flaccid cock until it was hard. She then pushed him onto the sofa with his manhood facing upward. She intended to be on top the first time they had sex.

"Wait, didn't you bring a condom? I thought you planned this out. Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" Hal reminded the teenager. His erection began to fade.

"Stop whining. You aren't going to ruin my first experience. My virgin pussy isn't going to lose its sensation due to a crappy condom. Get real. I'm receiving total bliss today. Why shouldn't I? Don't worry. I'm not at the peak of my fertility cycle," Emily tried to dampen his concern.

"Let's act out my favorite Daddy/Daughter scene on this sofa, Mr. Jones. We can script different scenarios in the future. I'm thinking of Teacher/Student role-play tomorrow. I got the perfect naughty schoolgirl uniform. It consists of a white short-sleeved blouse with a school emblem patch over its breast pocket, a training bra, a black necktie, a plaid miniskirt, knee-high socks, and Mary Jane shoes. I'll even put my hair in ponytails to look younger," Emily proposed.

"I've been bad, Professor Jones. Would you like to punish your student for being late? Would you enjoy making me sit in your classroom with your spunk leaking from my battered cunt? It's mean for you to make me do your bidding, but I bet you would enjoy seeing the mess you created in my panties," Emily guessed.

"Maybe your imposed penalty for me being late for class is a blowjob? Would you like to see my blouse soiled when your jizz escapes my skull-fucked mouth?" she questioned.

"What a good student. I know you'll do well at college next Fall," Professor Jones anticipated.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was seven days ago. I'm ready to acknowledge my transgressions. Lately, I've had many impure thoughts. As a good Catholic, I know the importance of obeying the Almighty. Father, how can I do my penance? To achieve salvation, I accept I must dampen my impure, animalistic desires."

"Will I get your forgiveness if we have intercourse in the church's confessional? Will I receive redemption if I allow you to fondle my breasts? How about a blowjob to completion? For that to happen, all you must do is open the screened partition that separates us to create a gloryhole for your cock. No one can see us. I promise to be as quiet as a mouse. I'll do anything to obtain your absolution, Father Jones," Emily admitted.

"Returning to reality, your 'Little Girl' is waiting for her 'Daddy'. I admit I'm excited," Emily beamed.

Hal was hooked. What a minx, he thought.

"Can you become my bimbo secretary in a future play session where you suck my cock before starting work every day to justify your six-figure salary?" he proposed.

"I know you're a muff-diver and crowd-pleaser. What about taking care of my employees to increase office morale? That includes serving the granny lesbian in my finance department who fancies you. Maybe my employee-of-the-month should get an entire weekend with you for his/her reward. You'll be an excellent incentive for them to work harder," Hal Jones suggested another office scenario.

"Finally, can I pimp you out to increase sales with potential clients despite their looks, shape, sexual inclination, race, religion, and age?" Hal considered the endless possibilities with his hot secretary.

"All sounds good to me. However, right now, I just hunger for you to be my loving Daddy who'll focus your attention on me. Every time you have the itch, it's essential you think of me. I must be the most significant female in your life moving forward," Emily begged her lover.

"Let me get this straight. Are you proposing to become my exclusive whore? If that's the case, you must earn the right to be Daddy's cum-bucket. Are you going to put out every time I'm aroused?" Hal quizzed his Little Girl.

"Absolutely," Emily enthusiastically answered. She jumped up and down and clapped her hands in delight. Emily was now going to get laid regularly by a wonderful Daddy.

"Alright, strip you nasty slut," Hal commanded his plaything.

Now that Hal was mentally free of his narcissistic wife, his dominant persona miraculously returned from its long hiatus.

After agreeing to her requested Daddy Dom/Little Girl role-play, Emily removed her T-shirt, thereby exposing her breasts. Next, she bent down and placed the head of his cock in her mouth. When hard again, she positioned it under her vagina.

"Let's fuck. Spear me with your weapon. I'm aching for your cock. Take my cherry, Daddy! Penetrate me for the first time. Pump a load into me," Emily begged.

When Hal signaled his approval, Emily lowered herself until she managed his entire seven inches. She let out a gasp when her pubic hair touched him. It felt incredible. Her vagina didn't require lubrication. Although Emily was a virgin, she'd been using a ten-inch dildo on herself recently.

Her pussy was stretched out, ready to receive a man's hard penis. Getting taken by a desirable senior was Emily's mission. Daddy and his little girl proceeded to enjoy each other. Emily had a real cock inside her for the first time. That's all that mattered to her.

After a few minutes of up-and-down motion, Emily leaned forward and kissed the man below her. She then placed the nipple of one of her boobs in his mouth. With the other hand, she pulled and twisted the nipple on her free breast.

"My breasts need your attention, Daddy. Nibble on my tit, but don't bite too hard. It's sensitive. Slap my other breast. I've misbehaved. You know how to discipline your Baby. Give me alternating pain and pleasure. Wonderful job, Daddy, but don't bang me too fast," she instructed.

"I'm close. Can't you tell? Feel my energy. Pound my snatch. Make me your teenybopper shank. Shoot your baby batter inside me. Flood my pussy. I'm your two-dollar whore. Oh crap, here I go. I'M CUMMING, DADDY," Emily yelled as she rode the man under her to completion.

Emily rolled her eyes upward into her skull, and fireworks she hadn't experienced before went off inside her head. In the center of her body, Emily's dormant volcano erupted. Molten love juice gushed out of her as if the ruptured earth expelled its hot magma. Emily, finally, was a complete woman. Thankfully, she was no longer a virgin. What a relief.

It had been over a month since he and his wife had intercourse. Fucking Emily felt terrific. Because he lacked a condom, Hal feared the consequences of an unwanted pregnancy. He hoped he didn't regret tomorrow his decision to screw her raw. Nevertheless, he had no choice. His cock twitched, and he blasted a huge load into his Little Girl immediately after she experienced her second orgasm.

"Fuck yeah, take it. HERE I GO. I'M DUMPING MY JIZZ INSIDE YOU," Hal shouted.

"Oops, did Daddy shoot his spunk into my unprotected vagina? You'd better clean up the mess. I'm fertile and not on the pill. I'm still at a fever pitch. I've been thinking of a triple play all day. I couldn't concentrate on anything else in school. Don't forget I'm tutoring your daughter tomorrow in Spanish. You owe me more orgasms this week," she reminded her lover.

"It's time for another. You know what to do, Daddy. Get me off again. What's your favorite way to eat a creampie? Your dessert course is ready. Open your lunchbox to get the meal we prepared. It's a delicacy," Emily informed her lover.

Fuck'n hell. What a hottie. Let's do it. Why not? Hal said to himself.

Hal slid down the sofa until his mouth was under Emily's locked vagina. When he was in position, Emily relaxed her pelvic muscles. She then opened her vagina with her fingers. A steady stream of Hal's ejaculate flowed by gravity into his open mouth.

"Take it, Daddy. Oh My God. You were backed up. I'm impressed. It keeps coming out of me. Wow, it's splashing all over your face. Lap it up! Are you enjoying your meal? It's dribbling down your chin. Don't waste it. Eating cum out of my twat is what a considerate Daddy must do to prevent me from getting pregnant. I'm happy you received your creampie, but it's time to get going again on my sex," Emily encouraged her lover to begin the next round.

"I'm ready for my third orgasm of the day. I've never had three in a row. Maybe you'll get to fuck stuck-up Ashley tonight after you recover. What if she lost her purity to you before college? If Mrs. Jones found out, she'd probably beat the shit out of her daughter. Most likely, she'd then ground her for a year," Emily guessed.

"Maybe you can get your wife drunk tonight to fuck her fanny after she passes out. Don't you think you should force her to clean up the mess on your dirty cock after you deposit a load in that MILF's cheesy ass? Better yet, why don't you have Ashley do it? She might enjoy a fudge pie since she isn't getting cock jizz directly from the tap," Emily continued.

"How kinky. They both need to be knocked down a peg (or two)," Hal agreed.

"Wouldn't it be fun to teach your scheming wife a hard lesson to reestablish your authority? Let's make her our 'cuckquean'. She can eat your cum out of my fucked holes. Maybe she'll become addicted to our creampies," Emily hoped.

"It's time to cage and tame a wild cougar. I'll give that motherfucker's back door such a whipping with my riding crop that she won't be able to sit on a chair for a week. Just give me permission to dish out heaps of corporal punishment. How about forcing her to suck your cock while I bugger her from behind with a twelve-inch strapon? I'll destroy both of her holes. Would you enjoy painting her face with your nut while I'm fisting her snatch? We'll post the resulting photos on her company's website. Let's make her our 'fucklicking' whore," Emily proposed.

"Mrs. Jones can lick my kitty from below while you're screwing me doggy style. I hope she chokes on your spunk. How about a foursome train in which you fuck Ashley's cunt doggie style, she eats your wife's cunt, and I rim your ass all at the same time?" Emily proposed.

"What an imagination. Do you really have a riding crop and twelve-inch strapon you could use on my cheating wife? How about a different foursome train in which you sit on Ashley's face, I fuck the girl, and Margret eats my ass?" Hal countered.

The fire that appeared in Emily's eyes recorded her pent-up rage. So many had mistreated her over the years, but Mrs. Jones was at the top of the list. Emily also hated how that witch abused her man. Emily didn't have to answer.

Because Emily's proposal excited Hal, he moved his head upward until his mouth locked onto her partially emptied vagina. He sucked harder than ever. He loved the taste of his semen intermingled with her salty pussy juice. Once his cock rose, Emily rode him again.

What a piece of ass. Hal had no idea what a freak Emily was. She was becoming more desirable every second they were together. Her metamorphosis from a shy, awkward, ugly duckling into a hot young woman was now complete.

"Emily's a firecracker. What's wrong with the jackass boys at her school? Can't any of them see her potential? Are they gay or stupid? What jerks. Their loss is my gain," Hal concluded.

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After three organisms, Emily decided it was time to return home for supper with her unsuspecting parents. It was nearly seven pm, and Hal's wife would arrive shortly after her office debauchery. Ashley's tutoring bill had been paid in full, and Emily was delighted with the results. She was floating in the air.

Emily thought of the upcoming prom five days from now. She reached the house's front door and started to open it when she realized the solution to her dilemma.

"Why should I miss the senior prom? It's a once-in-a-lifetime event. I don't have to be alone this Saturday evening. I'm out of high school in a couple of weeks. Why worry about what my classmates think? Screw them! There's only one person I'm interested in, and he's here," Emily concluded.

"Thanks for the sex. I loved it, Mr. Jones. I'm looking forward to our Teacher/Student sexual adventure tomorrow. I'll be thinking of you in school during the day. For the life of me, I don't understand why I waited so long to have intercourse with an elegant Daddy like you. I'll be on contraceptives the next time you have me. Whenever you require relief, just text or call me. I'll come as soon as I can," Emily announced her commitment to her Daddy.

"By the way, you must get fitted for a tuxedo if you don't already have one. Time's running out. You're taking me to the prom this weekend. We're going public. It's also payback time. Your wife's chaperoning the black-tie event with her WASPy socialite friends. Don't tell anyone our plans. Let's make it a surprise. Instead of an unimaginative corsage to accent my dress, don't you think a teddy bear and a giant-colored lollipop are more appropriate accessory items, considering our situation? How kinky," Emily contemplated her plan.

"When we enter the ballroom, I can't wait to stun your oppressive hag, your unappreciative daughter, and their stuck-up friends. They'll be in shock. Screw them, including those pencil-dick boys who didn't have the guts to ask me out on a date. What nitwits. It's time to stir up the pot," Emily looked forward to shocking everyone.

"Do you really want to do that? Going to the prom in that manner is over-the-top," Hal countered.

"Do you think your contemptuous wife will be kicked out of her elitist country club when its God-fearing members find out what's happening in the Jones home behind closed doors? I doubt it. Those harpies would enjoy her predicament too much to let her out of their sight," Emily predicted.

"Can you guess what they'll say behind her back? She'll be the talk of the town, but not in the way she hoped. We'll knock your wife off her lofty pedestal within the community and business world. I wonder how far she'll fall," Emily continued.

"I wouldn't be surprised that she eventually becomes a drugged-out streetwalker, turning tricks to support her cocaine habit. There's a shortage of bottled human milk for newborns. I suspect the only place that will accept your fallen wife after she gains 300 pounds is a 'HuCow' dairy farm. She should be good for a liter a day once her milk-laden udders hang down to her knees," Emily imagined the misshapen HuCow zombie.

"I heard that the lactation-inducing hormones given to the farm's livestock greatly increase their libidos. I'm, therefore, looking forward to seeing that bitch transition into another Elsie - namely, a supersized, horny, mindless, cash HuCow. Her only purpose in life will be to produce breast milk for the masses and relieve the voracious sexual appetites of the farm's migrant workers," Emily predicted.

"Where is the closest HuCow dairy farm? I'd like to check one out," Hal tried to visualize Emily's scenario.

"Japanese and Chinese scientists discovered human breast milk promotes brain development, mental sharpness, and overall good health in babies. Asian women usually have small breasts with little milk. That's why there's a huge market in that part of the world among the super-rich for lactating HuCows from the West with their enormous milk-laden breasts," Emily declared.

"Analogous to a shark-feeding frenzy in bloodied water, a wounded Ashley will become vulnerable to those below her in the high school pecking order. If her classmates turn on her, I have an excellent chance of becoming the queen of the ball rather than her this weekend. Ashley might get so depressed from losing her power at school that she'll join her fallen mother on the dairy farm," Emily considered.

"There's always room for another lactating, cumdump, mooing heifer in the Elsie herd. Likewise, the virile manual laborers there would welcome another receptacle for their seed. How ironic that Ashley will get screwed doggie-style every time she's hooked up to a milking machine. That's at least three times a day. Their cowbells will ring every time she and her supersized mother waddle about, thereby announcing their presence and availability to the farm's bulls. Dairy farms know how to take care of their livestock," Emily revealed.

"Do you really think that's a possibility?" Hal tried to imagine the two HuCows at a dairy farm.

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"You can eat my pussy under our table when they lower the lights in the prom's ballroom. Don't you aspire to become addicted to its taste? It's only for my Daddy. I'm going to cover you with my scent 24/7 to let other women know you're exclusively mine," Emily decided.

"Do you really want me to go down on you at the prom in front of so many? Alright, I'll do it," Hall agreed.

"Don't forget to get a hotel room for this Saturday evening. I'll bring a vintage pussy liqueur to our room that's been aged for 18 years. I know you'll love its smooth taste. My clit's a precious jewel that resembles an oyster's pearl. Because they're aphrodisiacs, why not have a plate of oysters delivered to our room? I suggest you use your wife's credit card to cover the expense to teach that scumbag a painful lesson about the consequences of being unfaithful," Emily decided on her revenge.

"I'll get the room," Hal promised.

"Because we're going to have sex multiple times that night, you should consider getting some extra-strength ED pills to keep up with me. I'm going to think about you tonight. I'll rub out a couple more before I go to bed tonight. Please give me a goodbye kiss and tell me, YOU LOVE ME. You might not mean those words right now, but I hope you eventually will," Emily divulged.

Her confidence dissipated into thin air, and Emily returned to the shy, unsure, worthless, nerdy, teenager who entered the Jones home hours ago. Hal sensed her insecurity in the changed direction of their relationship. He had to reassure Emily he intended to be her long-term lover. He also had to demonstrate his willingness to age-play with her.

"You're an incredible piece of ass. You're a keeper. In fact, you're awesome. Nevertheless, you're also a trollop who must be punished for your transgressions in my classroom. Now, close the door and come here," Hall ordered.

"You only leave when I say so, or you get a permission slip from our school's principal. Your teacher's prick requires attention before the other students arrive. You should know that by now. What's wrong with you today?" he chastised his student.

"Instead of sending you to detention for your mess-ups this week, I've decided to bend you over my office chair so I can hit your ass from behind. I'm offering extra credit today to raise your grade in my course. Don't you want to graduate Magna Cum Laude from school?" he offered an incentive.

"You're my exclusive property now. So that you remember you belong to me unconditionally, I'm going to place my mark on your phat ass in indelible ink. Don't you dare erase my work. Now ditch the glasses and strip," Hal instructed his daughter, student, prom date, secretary, princess, and Church parishioner.

Hal hugged and kissed Emily tenderly to demonstrate his affection and commitment.

"LOL, I guess I'm going to be late for supper. My Biology Professor requires that I stay after school to complete an extra assignment," she played along.

Emily closed the house's front door, placed her glasses on the nearby table, and removed her clothes again. After she was naked, she handed her Daddy a black magic marker from the bottom of her school bag. The possibility of an unexpected fourth orgasm excited Emily. What a bonus. What a way to end her day, she concluded.

Emily leaned over the chair's armrest for balance. Her naked ass was now available to him. Once he spread her bum and opened her up, Hal stuffed his cock in her other virgin hole. As Emily fingered herself while being ass fucked, she decided on a butt location of her first permanent tattoo on her butt and what it would say.

Everyone who saw her naked for the rest of her life would know she was:

Daddy's Little Girl

The End