Chapter 118: [118] Meaty Sandwich (3)

Even Marcella was too shocked by the words to keep kissing. She ripped her soft, spit-slick lips away from the hot, erotic breathing zone they had created together, a long shiny string of mixed saliva still connecting them for a second before it snapped. She stared at Daniel with wide, disbelieving eyes, her massive K-cup tits rising and falling rapidly against Lara’s smaller chest.

Lara, still reeling, forced every last ounce of her remaining strength into turning her body. Her front and back were now free, but both sides remained tightly trapped between Marcella’s soft, heavy mature curves and Daniel’s hard, dominant frame. She turned until she could look him straight in the face with big, wide, unbelieving, tear-glazed eyes.

“Whattt… Whattt are you talking about…?” she asked, voice quivering and broken. Her heart pounded so violently against her ribcage it felt like it might crack her bones.

Daniel curled his two thick fingers deeper inside her dripping, clenching pussy, feeling the sudden violent squeeze of her soft, virgin-tight inner flesh around him. Clear, sticky strands of her juice stretched between his knuckles. He muttered casually, almost lazily,

“Did you not hear me the first time? I said I’m going to fuck Anna tonight. That’s the real plan for this little ‘date’.”

“Are… you… a satan? You’re her damn father!! How can you speak about her like that?!” Even while being fingered, Lara’s voice rose higher and higher with every word, thick with pure disbelief, rising panic, and the shameful wet sounds of her own cunt around his fingers.

Daniel slowly pulled his left hand out of her cunt. His fingers came free with a loud, wet schlick, shiny and dripping with her thick, transparent cum. Long sticky strands stretched from her stretched pink lips to his fingers before breaking. He held them up between their faces so both women could clearly see the clear, glossy fluid coating his skin.

“I’m a satan? No. I’m just a simple father trying to fulfil every single one of my daughter’s little wishes.”

“You asked me to prepare all ‘that’… for your daughter?” Marcella asked, voice stuttering. Her heart was pounding with disbelief… and something much hotter. Just thinking about the blonde virgin getting destroyed made her breathing turn rapid and shallow, her own piss-and-cum-stained panties grew even wetter.

Daniel brought the cum-coated fingers to his own mouth and sucked them clean with wet, deliberate, filthy slurp… suck… shlick sounds, tasting Lara’s fresh young juices without a single hint of shame. His tongue cleaned every drop while he looked straight into Lara’s shocked eyes.

“Yes,” he answered around his fingers, voice muffled and wet. “So… everything is ready?”

Marcella gulped hard, watching him casually suck another girl’s juices right in front of her. Her heavy tits trembled. Lara stared in pure, speechless shock.

How can someone be so shameless? she thought.

“That’s your daughter you’re speaking about!” Lara finally screamed, voice cracking.

“Step-daughter,” Daniel corrected calmly, still licking the last traces of her juice from his fingertips.

Lara had only learned that detail from Anna recently, but it changed nothing in her mind. A father was a father, blood or not. A father had no right to his daughter’s pussy.

Daniel finished cleaning his fingers and immediately moved both hands to her body with zero hesitation. His left hand grabbed one of her right fat young tit. The dress barely covered her; only the stiff, pink nipple was hidden under a thin scrap of fabric while most of the soft, warm globe and the deep, sweaty valley between her breasts were completely exposed. What he sank his thick fingers into was pure, overflowing young flesh. Heat flooded his palm as her elongated nipple pressed hard against his skin. At the same time his right hand grabbed a thick fistful of her protruding fat ass, squeezing the tight young flesh so hard it spilled obscenely between his fingers like soft dough.

In her hypersensitive state, with Touch of Lust still flooding every nerve, another wave of deep, dark, addictive lust crashed through her. Her empty pussy and empty mouth ached desperately, almost painfully, for Daniel’s thick cock. Her body even leaned into his embrace of its own accord, soft tits pushing harder into his palm, ass grinding back against his hand.

“Anghh~ Why can you not fuck your daughter? Are you really asking me this? It’s because you are her father!” she screamed, voice high and broken.

At the last word Daniel’s lips latched onto hers like a predator, forcing her mouth shut. He sucked hard on her thin, lipstick-painted plump lips, chewing, licking, and claiming them thoroughly. Thick spit mixed between them. When he finally parted just enough to speak, his voice was low and dominant against her wet mouth.

“Yes. I am her father. And as her father it is my duty to fulfil every single wish she has. I’m simply going to do exactly that… because it was my daughter’s own wish to get deflowered by me. She wants her daddy’s cock to tear her open.”

He immediately latched back onto her wet, plump lips and sucked them even more fiercely, tongue thrusting deep while she whimpered into his mouth.

“Your daughter… asked you to fuck her…?” Marcella asked in pure, aroused disbelief. Her own cunt was throbbing so hard she had to press her thick thighs together. Lara was too shocked to form words. When Daniel finally released her thoroughly chewed, spit-shiny lips, Lara panted open-mouthed, a string of saliva still connecting them, and managed to whisper,

“You’re… lying…”

Her voice was already thick with lust, musk, and reluctant need.

“You don’t have to believe me,” Daniel said calmly, still so close their lips brushed with every word. “In due time everything will be clear. After all… you’re part of the plan too.”

He caught her lips again and kissed her even more fiercely, tongue fucking her mouth while his middle finger rubbed slowly, deliberately up and down the soft, warm cleft of her ass over the thin fabric. Lara clenched her ass cheeks hard around the teasing finger; her legs trembled violently from the pleasure assaulting her nerves. Fresh juice ran down her inner thighs in shiny trails.

When he finally parted from her panting, spit-smeared mouth he muttered against her swollen lips,

“Is everything ready?”

Marcella absentmindedly nodded, eyes glassy.

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Why absentmindedly? Because her mind was already flooded with vivid, filthy, high-definition images — Daniel pinning his blonde daughter Anna face-down against a mattress, forcing that thick cock into her tight virgin cunt, claiming her holy virgin blood while the girl screamed “No… Papa… it hurts… Ahh… Papa… No… Not there… It’s too big…!” The mental picture made Marcella’s cunt burn with aching, empty need. Her mouth flooded with so much saliva she had to swallow. Excitement and pure, forbidden thrill raced across every inch of her skin until her whole body twitched and her nipples scraped painfully against the maid uniform.

“Okay. There’s a slight change in the plan,” Daniel continued, still groping Lara’s tit and ass without mercy. “I need you and Anna’s friends to get involved too.”

“What?”

Two identical shocked voices echoed off the closed washroom walls, one excited, one horrified.

Marcella’s “What?” was filled with dark excitement. From the very beginning Daniel had demanded complete privacy… but if she was involved, she would get to watch every filthy second of the virgin deflowering. A short, dirty, hard throb pulsed through the inner walls of her cunt and a fresh trickle of juice slid down her thigh.

Lara snapped her face toward him, eyes wide with disbelief and rising panic.

“Are you going to fuck us too? Is that why you helped Kira? Were you eyeing her ass from the start?!” Her whole body shivered hard at the thought.

Daniel understood she was jumping to the wrong conclusion. He raised his right hand and brought it down hard against her fat, already-reddened ass.

PAHH—!!

The sharp, meaty slap jerked her entire body forward, forcing her soft young tit even more firmly into his large left palm. He squeezed the overflowing flesh like a ripe lemon, mauling it without gentleness, making her little head tilt back toward the ceiling in pure shame as fresh cunt juice slid down her inner thighs in thicker streams and saliva dripped freely from the corners of her open, panting lips.

“Let me tell you the entire plan,” he said, voice low. “And know this, I am not going to force Anna into sex with me. She will beg for my cock herself. She will crawl on her knees like a good little daughter, open her pretty virgin mouth, and suck me while begging out loud… ‘Daddy, please fuck me!! Please tear my virgin cunt open with your thick cock!!'”