Ghost Of Culture

A party right in the hot and wet mouth of my teenage daughter.

It is my right as her father. Hah!

There is no one loitering around the girl-only school aside from the old security guard, worthy of being possessed by me later. The man did take notice of my lonely car, as it parks a short distance away from the front gate of the school

But that is all.

His attention is now completely focused onto the security monitors and television screens as he leans back in his seat within the gatehouse. Someone will take over his s.h.i.+ft in an hour or two, allowing him to finally go home to his wife and daughter.

I hope his daughter is as s.e.xy and gullible as mine.

Why did I a.s.sume that he has a daughter?

Everyone should have one. A s.e.xy and gullible daughter that I can spread my culture to!

Hah! Hah! Ahem.

My attention should be on my lovely daughter, Mary. I swear that my daughter is so G.o.dd.a.m.n s.e.xy in her tight school uniform. The skirt barely covers her smooth tights when she is seated in the car. And her blazer in no way hides her ma.s.sive busts.

I really need to get my perverted hands on those wonderful melons of hers. I bet they are as soft and tender as they appear to be.

Oh! Thinking about it makes me incredibly hard.

Harder, I mean.

I am already hard.

s.l.u.t helps in that regard at work. f.u.c.king s.l.u.t. One day. One day soon, she will find her lips around my c.o.c.k and drinking my c.u.m. It would be glorious!

Glorious!

"Oh no! Right here, daddy? Are you sure?"

My daughter cries out, regaining my undivided attention.

Focus! Focus! Focus on this lovely teenage c.o.c.k-tease in the car. Unlike s.l.u.t back at work, my daughter will soon have her pouty lips around my c.o.c.k. Definitely. Heh.

Her concerning bright blue eyes quickly flicker to my sweaty pants and take great notice of the tenting steel pole straining against the fabric.

Her very excited great maker misses her all day. That means Junior. It wants nothing more than to feel her wet and mouth again.

I want to feel her wet and hot mouth again.

I know that for a fact since Richard couldn"t concentrate in his cubicle, constantly thinking about what had happened last night and this morning with his daughter.

He still couldn"t believe what he had done, so I will need to really reinforce it.

I have to make sure my culture takes hold in his mind, and when I finally done with him, he would truly be a man of culture. My kind of people. Hah!
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Did you hear that, great Maker!?

I am spreading your ideals! Please give me a treat!

Wait. I am not a dog.

Give me a reward! A body of my own so I can truly immerse in the pleasure. Yes. Please!

"Yes, sweetie. Please, I need you to suck it all out of my swollen c.o.c.k right now. There is so much built up after I had dropped you off at school this morning."

I response. My hand fumbles under the seat, trying to find the latch.

And once I did and pull against the small lever, the driver seat swiftly slides backwards and away from the steering wheel, giving me some room.

"O-okay, daddy."

My innocent daughter replies as she watches me unzip my workpants and takes out the p.e.n.i.s. Strange that my action did not result in her screaming and calling her mother.

Gullible, I tell you.

I should have taken the whole sweaty pants right off, but I do fear that someone walking nearby might take notice of what is really going on in the car.

I don"t want the police to bust my a.s.s yet. Or worse, my wife busting my a.s.s. How is that worse? Well, b.i.t.c.h will definitely take my daughter away from. My s.e.xy daughter.

My s.e.xy daughter, who widens her eyes and stares directly at my huge erection.

"Daddy! It is so swollen! And red! We should really take you to the hospital."

My d.i.c.k is quite hard and thick. The puffy mushroom tip is red thanks to all the blood heading there. I might become stupider the more h.o.r.n.y I get.

That is actually a good thing. I don"t want to think too much while I fill s.e.xy teenagers with my culture.

I mean myself.

If there is one thing that I am proud of, it is my huge d.i.c.k, apart from my s.e.xy teenage daughter. I will always be proud of my c.o.c.k-sleeve. She is such a good c.o.c.k-sleeve.

Daddy"s little c.o.c.k-sleeve.

I will mold Mary into one and enjoy the sinful of flesh every day and night.

And no one can say anything about it, at least until my b.i.t.c.h of a wife returns.

How do I get rid of her? Like get rid of her forever? Is it too much if I possess her and then take a dive off a tallest building in town? She would go splat against the concrete below.

But that is probably too evil. I am not an evil spirit.

I am just a perverted ghost.

b.o.o.boob.o.o.b.o.o.b.s!

"No. No, sweetie. They won"t be able to help me with this. Only you can help me, so please be a good girl and lean over here, across the middle and put your head here. There is no time, and besides, Jesus would want you to."

The big J word immediately dissuade my daughter of any other notions.

I can see how the all-girl school brainwashes their students.

What G.o.d wants, G.o.d shall have. Hah!

Following my instructions, my daughter leans across her seat and over to mine. Her head is resting on my laps with my hard c.o.c.k right in front of her beautiful face and pink lips. How did it come to this so quickly?

It hasn"t even been a day yet. I am making great progress!

"Like this, daddy? It is not very comfortable."

My daughter asks before I hold down my c.o.c.k and push it against her pink lips. She slowly opens them and let me inside her hot mouth.

And despite the awkward position in the car, the p.e.n.i.s is curving perfectly into her tight throat, already attempting to choke her in its greatness. Hah!

"I know it is not comfortable, sweetie, so try to suck it out as fast as possible. Oh. Yes! That"s it, sweetie, suck my c.o.c.k. I am so glad to have you helping me. So glad. So very glad."

I tell Mary while feeling the warmness and hotness spread all over my thick shaft, as it being embedded in her mouth and throat.

"Hmm-mm?"

Mary responses with a mouthful as she begins to suck me off. She is trying to bob her head, emulating what she has learned and impaling her face against my hard c.o.c.k, but it is difficult due to the current position.

Even so, it feels so good. So very, very good.

"Take more of it into your mouth, sweetie. That"s it. Suck daddy. Suck out the venom. You are such a good girl, helping me out like this in front of your school. I"m really sorry for the taste. I haven"t had a chance to wash it all day. You don"t mind, do you?"

My daughter did mind from her expression, but she couldn"t do anything about it, considering that it is important to suck out venom.

In her mind, she is doing the right thing. Yes, the right thing.

It is what Jesus would have wanted her to.

"Ugh. Ah. Your mum and I are so. So proud of you, sweetie. Ugh. And. And I think Jesus is too. Ah. That feels nice. You are doing G.o.d"s work, saving me. Oh!"

I compliment as I proceed to f.u.c.k her face, right under the watchful eye of G.o.d from the ma.s.sive cross erected in the school yard.

Soon enough, my hand find itself groping her endowed chest through the blazer. My daughter tries to see what I am doing, but with my c.o.c.k being lodged nicely in the back of her throat, it is impossible.

"Oh. Don"t worry, sweetie. I am just ma.s.saging your chest, helping you sucking out the venom. Don"t mind me. And just keep sucking. Just keep sucking."

I murmur as I lean back against the chair. My hand continues to squeeze those huge melons while my c.o.c.k is getting cleaned by my daughter"s hot mouth.

It is quite a life. Hah!