Chapter 128: [128] Awakened Daddy

"Oh shit!" Daniel thought, eyes flying wide open behind the thick, soft, juice-smeared cheeks smothering his entire face.

He had taken a lighter dose of the same drug himself. He wanted every second to feel completely real so Anna would never once doubt what was happening. His acting was garbage and he refused to risk exposure. He had no idea what had occurred while he was under the drug, but the plan was his, so he could still map out the road ahead.

Because of Marcella’s massive, heavy, fat ass, he couldn’t see a single thing ahead of him. It was pure, wet, hot, musky darkness.

That worked perfectly in his favour. It meant the three bound girls still hadn’t seen his fully conscious expression.

"Tch... when the fuck did I become such a shameless horny bastard that just the sight of a dripping, puffy pussy turns me into a starving dog?" he cursed himself internally. His uncontrolled lust had almost ruined the entire performance.

Steeling every muscle in his body, he forced his eyes to drop half-lidded and hazy. His lips quivered. Then he slowly, reluctantly pulled his mouth away from the fat, cream-smeared ass above him.

THUD.

His head fell back onto the soft pillow with a heavy sound.

His hazy, half-lidded eyes turned toward the direction of the screams. The moment he saw his daughter bound tightly to a chair with thick silver metallic cuffs locked around her soft wrists, his eyes flew wide open and a loud, perfectly fatherly, panicked scream tore out of his throat.

"Annnnnaaaaaa—!! What... what happened to you?! Why are you bound like this?!"

His voice cracked with pure disbelief and intense, trembling worry.

"Daddy~!"

Thick, heavy tear droplets spilled down Anna’s chin in constant, unbroken streams, falling onto her lap and darkening the fabric of her dress in spreading wet patches.

"Daddy~ We’ve been kidnapped!! This filthy whore kidnapped us!!" she screamed, voice completely broken.

"Whatttttt—?!!!"

Daniel’s eyes widened to their absolute limit in horror. His head shot up, not to suck on Marcella’s ass again, but to stare at Anna with perfectly faked, panicked disbelief.

"Yes, Daddy!! Hic~ Hic~!"

Anna didn’t understand why, but the second she saw her daddy fully awake, a dam inside her chest shattered. Her entire body went soft and weak. It felt as if her world had suddenly brightened after endless darkness. She no longer had to carry the terror alone. Her tears refused to stop; they poured harder.

"But... isn’t this... Angela?" he asked slowly, turning his head back toward the fat, wet, still-glistening ass he had just been devouring. Thick saliva flooded his mouth at the memory of that musky taste. His eyes quivered... then flew wide when he finally saw the face connected to that sinful, mature body.

"Maid—?! Why... you?!"

He played the clueless, shocked bastard with perfect timing.

"No—Daddy! That’s not Mother! Please wake up properly!!" Anna screamed, cheeks flushing deep red. The thought that her daddy was so used to burying his face in her mother’s ass that he mistook this woman for her sent a sharp, jealous, possessive ache straight through her chest... while another, darker, wetter part of her only felt the heat between her legs throb harder and leak more.

"Ah~ My head hurts so much... Where is my Angela?"

Daniel leaned back onto the pillow, face full of confusion, pain, and dazed helplessness.

Lara could only stare at him acting.

"And you said you were a terrible actor..." she thought bitterly, thighs pressing together.

She knew the bastard had simply been too horny the second he woke up and had latched onto the nearest pair of puffy, dripping lips like a starving dog. Now he was performing in front of them to salvage his image and everyone was completely buying it. She could only shake her head in disbelief while her own cunt clenched.

"Daddy~ Mother isn’t here. We’re in deep, deep trouble..."

Thick tears kept spilling from Anna’s innocent, red-rimmed eyes.

Daniel acted as if he wanted to sit up, only to discover his own wrists and ankles were tightly bound with the same heavy metallic cuffs.

"Why am I cuffed and tied like this?!"

His voice came out shocked and angry. He started thrashing violently, the sudden violent movement finally yanking Marcella out of her deep, debauched haze.

"You’re awake~?"

She turned back over her left shoulder, voice thick, thrilled, and dripping with excitement. Her eyes curved into happy, lust-drunk crescents.

"You... Maid... What is the meaning of this?! Get your fat ass off me right this instant!"

Daniel screamed, voice anxious, urgent, and perfectly panicked.

"Oh darling, you don’t have to worry. I’m not some ordinary kidnapper—"

She started, only to be cut off by Daniel’s hysterical, raging shout.

"You dare say you’re not a kidnapper?! Then what the fuck are these cuffs for?! I don’t know whose orders you’re following, but I warn you....leave us alone right now or the consequences you’ll face are beyond anything you can imagine!!"

He barked furiously, body thrashing hard, metallic cuffs clinking and biting into his skin.

"I WARN YOU—!"

THAPPP—!!

"UNGHHH!!"

Daniel’s lips refused to stay shut. He kept raging and threatening until Marcella leaned back in one smooth, fluid, elegant motion, straightened her bent spine, hooked two fingers into the soaked crotch of her white panties, and yanked the thin fabric aside. Then she smashed her wet, leaking, puffy, swollen cunt flesh directly onto his open, still-talking mouth with a loud, heavy, meaty, skin-to-skin THAP.

"You speak far too much," she murmured, biting her lower lip hard, eyes half-lidded and completely hazy with lust. "Don’t misunderstand me, my love. I’d love nothing more than to listen to that deep voice of yours for the rest of my life. It’s just... today is very, very special. I’d appreciate it if you spoke with your actions more than your words. So let’s seal those noisy lips of yours with my soft little lips~"

Her fat, heavy ass began moving in slow, thick, grinding circles, smearing her hot, dripping pussy all over Daniel’s mouth and nose. Thick, transparent streams of her cunt juices flooded over his lips and chin. Because of the deep grinding, some of the slippery, creamy strands were forced straight into his mouth while others escaped the wet seal, sliding down his chin in shiny, filthy trails, dripping along his neck and pooling on the sheets beside his ears.

Daniel’s screams came out completely muffled by the tight, hot, wet clamp of Marcella’s pussy gripping and sucking on his lips. The vibrations of his voice and his hot, panicked breaths travelled up through her soft, fluttering inner walls, into her womb, her stomach, and out of her own panting, open mouth. It looked almost like there was an invisible tube connecting her cunt directly to his lungs she was breathing for him while using his face as her personal meat seat.

"What are you doing, you disgusting bitch?!" Anna screamed, thrashing harder.

"Yes! He’ll suffocate under there! Please get off him!" Kira cried, voice full of genuine panic, eyes wide and anxious.

Daniel grinned and thought darkly inside his head.

"What a perfect, slutty bitch..."

Sitting on his face hadn’t been in the original plan, but she had done it anyway. She clearly couldn’t stop her greedy cunt from twitching and leaking for him. Truthfully, he wanted to drown in that pussy too. The second he woke up and saw that damp, puffy crotch hovering above him, a thick, primal heat had ignited in his chest and shot straight to his cock.

He darted his tongue out and plunged it straight into her open, gushing hole. Her pussy lips were already slightly spread from the grinding; he invaded the tight, dripping, velvet entrance without any resistance.

Thick, hot, creamy streams of her cunt juice immediately coated every inch of his tongue and filled his mouth. He sucked greedily, loudly, while more of the slippery fluid kept pouring directly onto him. Every time his tongue scraped against the soft, sensitive, ridged folds inside her, her cunt clamped and fluttered violently, trying to milk his tongue the exact same way it wanted to milk a thick cock.

Marcella froze solid for a second.

Her thick thighs clamped hard around his head, smothering him completely in soft, hot, sweaty flesh. Her eyes almost rolled back into her skull. Her mouth fell open, hot and wide, thick strings of saliva webbing between her lips and dripping down onto his chest. Her lower belly contracted in hard, visible spasms; both hands shot forward and pressed against his muscular chest, palms flat, feeling his firm nipples poke into her soft skin as she braced herself.

SLURP—SQUISH—SHLICK—SMOOCH—GLRK—SCHLICK—

Daniel shamelessly kept drinking from her like a man dying of thirst, lapping, sucking, and tongue-fucking her most sensitive inner flesh, relishing the raw, musky, slightly sweet, addictive taste of her cunt cream.

And, exactly at that moment, a filthy idea struck him.

He activated the ability "Phantom Dominion " inside his mind with pure intent.

Instantly, three invisible, phantom tongues materialized in the air, each one hovering only a breath away from the already soaked, throbbing pussies of Lara, Anna, and Kira.Read advance Chapters on my website - lustchild.wordpress.com

He pulled his real tongue out of Marcella’s cunt for half a second with a wet slurrping sound, then thrust it back in even deeper, curling and scraping... and at the exact same instant the three phantom tongues lunged forward.

The special nature of Phantom Dominion meant nothing physical could stop them.

They phased straight through fabric, through thin panties, through every layer of clothing as if the material didn’t exist.

"AH~??!"

"AH~??!"

"AH~??!"

Three young, tight, bound bodies flinched hard and moaned at the exact same moment as a wriggling, hot, wet, impossibly real tongue suddenly invaded their soft, dripping, virgin folds. Their eyes flew wide open. Their mouths hung slack in pure, shocked pleasure.

"What... the fuck was that?!"

All three of them thought at exact same time.