As much as I love seeing my girls like this, the clock is ticking, and I'd rather Mary doesn't catch us in the act... yet, so I send my little slutty troop to the washroom to clean themselves up and dress again. Seeing the twins scrunching their noses at the idea of wearing panties again makes me smile. Ah... innocence... soon to be lost...
Meanwhile, I quickly clean the couch and any remaining "evidence" from the floor before dressing as well. When we are all done, I send Hope back to her room and sit on the couch, hugging both twins. It is time for a little chat.
"Daddy is very happy with you two, but until I have the chance to convince your mom, you cannot let her suspect anything; otherwise we will not be able to see each other again..."
The girls' bodies tense at my words, but I quickly make them relax again with a quick French kiss to each.
"Relax, it won't take long. I almost have a handle on her. I will probably need your help sometime midweek to get invited to dinner..."
I explain the gist of my idea to my soon-to-be-fucked almost-daughters, drawing enthusiastic nods of understanding from them. I give them a quick peck on the lips just as the doorbell rings.
"Hope and Hester will let you know at school when to start working on your mom; for now, it is time to go home..."
With a theatrical sigh, both girls stand up and do a last check of each other's clothes, before trooping sullenly toward the door. I smirk — they act as if getting away from my dick is walking toward execution.
I stand up as well and head for the door, to wele my soon-to-be follower...
Mary's smile is already there when I open the door, easy and relaxed, at ease in a way that took weeks to build. She's dressed for the day now — jeans, a light top, hair still pulled back — and she looks past me at the twins, who are hovering in the doorway, flushed and bright-eyed.
"How'd they do?"
"The best students I've ever had," I say, and it isn't even a lie.
Dana bounces out first, wraps her arms around her mother's waist. "Ben's a genius, Mom. We got everything done."
"Everything," Gina echoes, and the two of them share a look that would mean nothing to anyone else.
Mary laughs, warm, and runs a hand over Dana's freshly re-braided hair. "You two are glowing. I've never seen you this excited about studying."
"Studying's different with Ben," Dana says, and the word different hangs in the air just long enough that I have to hide a smile.
I keep my face pleasant, arms folded, leaning on the doorframe like the harmless neighbor I'm pretending to be. "Same time next Saturday?"
"You bet." Mary's eyes find mine, and for a second she isn't looking at me like a landlord at all. The kiss on the cheek is still in there somewhere, buried under layers of propriety. "Thank you, Ben. Really."
She herds the girls toward the elevator. Gina looks back over her shoulder at me, and I give her the tiniest nod. Midweek, I think. Just a few days.
The evening finds me in the bedroom with my three — Katie and Hope and Hester, still flushed from a long afternoon, still eager. Last night's marathon hasn't worn them out; it has only sharpened their appetites.
They e in together, chattering, and undress without being told — a benefit of a well-trained household. Katie goes to the bed first, settling on her back, knees drawn up and spread wide, her cunt wet and waiting. My wife, my slave — she knows her place: legs open, hands behind her head, presenting herself like a good little cocksleeve. Hope kneels at my side, naked, taking my fingers into her mouth and sucking them like they're my cock, eyes on mine, eager, tits pressed together in offering. Hester waits at the foot of the bed on all fours, ass in the air, back arched, waggling her little asshole at me — her pet's way of asking.
I let my gaze crawl over them slow, making them feel it. Three girls, three purposes, all mine. "You've all been good today," I say, and they preen. "Very good. So I've got a job for you. A fun one."
Katie's eyes are already half-lidded. "A job, master?"
"Courier work." I settle between her legs, my cock heavy in my hand, and run the head through her wet slit a few times, teasing, watching her squirm, wanting it. "The twins are in. Mary's almost ready to break. I'll tell you when. When I do, you two —" I glance at Hope, then Hester, "— catch them at school, pull them aside, and pass the word. They nudge their mother, Mary invites me to dinner, and I close the deal."
Hope's mouth curves around my fingers. "We're couriers now, Daddy?"
"You're everything now, princess." I pull my fingers out of her mouth, grab her by the hair, and turn back to Katie — slam into her to the hilt in one smooth thrust. She moans, long and low, hips rising to meet me, and I pick up the pace, hard and deep, my balls slapping against her ass. "And the best part is, I get to fill you in while I'm filling you in."
Katie laughs breathlessly, and the laugh turns into a groan as I drive into her. "That's terrible, Ben."
"Thank you. I've been saving it."
I fuck her slow and mean, dragging my cock almost all the way out before slamming back in, watching her tits bounce, her hands gripping the sheets. "What's the mission, wife?" I demand, and she recites it through her moans: "When you say the word... pass it to the twins... Mary invites you to dinner..." I reward her with a deep one, right against her cervix, and she squeals.
Behind me, Hester is whimpering, working her clit, desperate. "Father... can I have you?" she begs, but I ignore her for now. Pet must learn to wait. Hope, still at my side, has her hand between her own legs, slicking herself, watching me fuck her mother with wide, hungry eyes.
I fuck Katie through her first orgasm, her cunt clenching around my cock, her moans rising to squeals. When she's done, I pull out — she whines at the emptiness — flip her over, shove her face down into the mattress, and slide back into her from behind. Doggy, the way she likes it, the way she likes to be treated. I grab a fistful of her hair, yank her head back, and fuck her hard, my other hand smacking her ass, leaving red handprints on her pale skin. "What do you say, wife?" I growl, and she sobs it into the sheets: "Thank you, master, thank you for your cock."
Hope crawls up beside us, pressing her tits against my arm, her mouth at my ear. "Daddy... please..."
"Watch, princess," I say. "You know your mom likes spectators." She settles in beside us, hand between her legs, eyes hungry, watching me fuck her mother.
I keep hammering Katie, and when I feel my balls drawing up I don't pull out — I bury myself deep and e inside her, pumping load after load into her cunt while she moans into the sheets, her ass pressing back against me, taking all of it. My wife, my slave, full of my cum. I stay hard — the night's young — and slide out, my load leaking from her, gleaming on her thighs.
"Your turn, princess." Hope's on all fours in a heartbeat, backing her ass into me, impatient, begging. I grab her hips and sink in from behind — her cunt is tight and hot, and she cries out, pain and pleasure tangled: "Yes, Daddy, yes!" I set a brutal rhythm, pounding her while she claws the sheets, her head thrown back, and between thrusts I pant the mission at her: "When I tell you... you tell them... the word is ready..." She nods frantically, moaning "Yes, Daddy, yes," swearing to her daddy with every stroke, her tits swinging, slapping against her chest.
I reach around and grab a handful of her breast, kneading it, pinching her nipple, and she bucks back against me, greedy. "That's my girl," I grunt. "Daddy's little courier." She shudders, ing around my cock, her cunt milking me, and I let her ride it out before pulling out, leaving her gaping and wet.
Hester's been at the foot of the bed the whole time, watching, one hand working her little clit, whimpering with every stroke. Now she crawls forward and takes my balls in her mouth while I stand over Hope's spent body, her tongue working my sack, her eyes lifted to mine, begging through her mouthful. I let her, then pull out of her mouth, grab her by the hair, and slide into her ass without ceremony. She's my pet, plugged and trained, and she takes it, body shuddering, moaning muffled into the pillow, her asshole gripping me like a fist.
"And you'll courier the word too, won't you, pet?" I growl, fucking her ass slow and deep, her cheeks bouncing under my hands.
"Yes, father — yes, I'll do it — I'll do anything for you," she moans into the mattress, pushing back to meet me, taking every inch like the well-trained pet she is.
"Good pet." I fuck her until I'm on the edge and stay buried, ing deep in her ass, grinding it in while she shudders through her own orgasm, a low, keening moan shaking through her.
I let her collapse, then turn back to Katie — face down still, ass red and slick, thighs smeared with my first load. I push them apart and slide back into her cunt, slow, and she moans, grateful, knowing what's ing. "You keep Mary pany these next days," I say, fucking her lazy and deep. "Smooth the way. Call her, invite her over for coffee, let her talk about how hard it is without a man." She hums her agreement, her hips rocking to meet me, and I fill her, creampie her, holding myself deep while she es again, squeezing me dry, my cum leaking out around my cock and onto the sheets.
By the time we're all spent, we're a wreck of tangled limbs and sticky sheets. Katie creamed twice over, Hope still twitching from the aftershocks, Hester curled against my hip, dripping and grinning. I lie back, Katie's head settling onto my chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles over my skin, Hope and Hester tucking in on either side of me, all three of them warm and heavy and satisfied.
I stare at the ceiling and feel that familiar glow settle into my bones — the quiet, humming satisfaction of a man who's about to get everything he wants. The plan's in motion, the couriers are sworn in, and all that's left is the waiting. Midweek, Mary invites me to dinner. Coffee after. And then she's mine — and after that, maybe, Paul's.
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