Call in sick
From Torg Adventure
As she recovers, you reach for the phone next to the bed. You dial the school office. Kim cuddles into you and sucks on your earlobe.
"Hello, Valley High School office. How may I help you?" the bored clerks voice says on the other end.
"Yes, this is Mr. Daniel Jones. My daughter, Kim, has a fever this morning. She won't be able to come to school today. Since it's Friday, I'm sure she'll be well by Monday. I'll send a note when she goes then." You quell the urge to moan, when Kim pinches your nipples and bites your earlobe.
"Okay, Mr. Jones. I'll mark her down and inform her teachers. Thank you." Now her hands are pulling on your cock, making it very difficult to think.
"Thank you. Bye."
You hang up, and roll Kim over on her belly as she giggles. She lifts up and scoots her legs underneath her, presenting her ass to you. "You are a naughty young girl. I think you need a spanking as punishment for torturing me while I was on the phone."
- smack* You strike her ass firmly, but not too hard. Kimmie squeals and then moans, "Ooooo, Daddy!"
You switch hands and ass cheeks, hitting her again, harder this time. *smack* She sucks air and groans louder and lower, "Ooooo, Daddy!"
One more slap on the ass, the hardest yet. *SMACK* Kim just squeals. Then you line up your cock with her dripping slit, grab her hips, and plunge into her hot wet pussy. "OOOOOO, DADDY!" she yells.
"We need to spend the day in bed. I think I've got a fever too -- fever for your hot body." You pound her fast and hard from behind. Your daughter pushes her butt back into you as you thrust forward; your bodies slap together. Her moans fill the bedroom, along with your grunts.
"You're hitting so deep inside me, Daddy, you're going to make me scream again. You're going to get me pregnant." Her lilting voice moans her pleasure. "I love you, Daddy!" Her back arches and a wild shriek escapes her throat as her orgasm hits her hard. You can feel her cunt fluttering and squeezing your shaft as you thrust into her luscious nubile body.
"I love you, Kimmie! Aaaaah!" You squirt hard and long into her fertile womb, your climax shaking your body and making your eyes roll back in your head. You are overwhelmed by perfect ecstasy. You both sing a passionate tune. THen you collapse on top of her, both puffing hard to recover.
Once you settle down from your peak a little, you grab the phone again, dialing your boss.
"Hello, Mr. Sandino's office," a young female voice answers. You roll and let her up. She turns and hugs you to her warm body.
In a mock weak voice, you say, "Hi, Carla. Can you let Tony know that I'm sick today and won't be in? Fever of 102.5 and puking my guts out."
"Oh, you poor dear! I'll let him know. Do you need someone to bring some dinner over or something?" You think Carla has a crush on you. You grunt when Kim squeezes your shaft particularly hard.
"I'll be fine. I just need to stay in bed all day long. I'll see you on Monday." Your daughter buries her face in your shoulder to stifle a giggle.
"Okay, Dan. Feel free to call any time if you need anything."
"Okay, Carla. Thanks a bunch. Bye."
"Bye."
"So we're taking a fuck day today," Kim purrs in your ear.
What happens next?
