Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

Daniel kicked the bedroom door shut behind him with a heavy thud.

In one smooth, powerful motion he swung Angela down from his shoulder and brought her face-to-face with him. Both hands immediately clamped onto her fat, still-red ass cheeks, squeezing and spreading them wide open so the cool air kissed her freshly spanked hole. At the same time he crushed his mouth against hers in a fierce, hungry, almost violent attack.

His lips sealed over hers. His tongue shoved inside without permission. Angela staggered backward, step by step, trying to twist and wiggle free from the sudden beast her husband had become. Each kiss grew wetter, filthier, more demanding — tongues sliding, saliva exchanging in loud, lewd schlicks and smooches as he licked the inside of her mouth like he wanted to devour her whole.

She forgot the bed was right behind her.

Thud.

Her ankle clipped the frame. Her body toppled backward onto the soft, springy mattress. Her heavy breasts spilled sideways under the thin nightie, the soft flesh stretching the flimsy fabric until the deep cleavage and the outline of her stiff nipples were shamelessly displayed. To Daniel they looked exactly like two ripe, juicy fruits begging to be plucked, bitten, and sucked dry.

He let his hard, still-damp body fall heavily on top of her soft one. His thick, throbbing cock dragged roughly against her filthy, well-used crotch — smearing the mixture of yesterday’s cum and fresh arousal between them — as he latched onto her mouth again. The kiss was even fiercer than before. He sucked on her tongue, bit her lower lip, and forced her to swallow his saliva while his hips gave slow, deliberate grinds, rubbing the fat head of his cock up and down her soaked slit through the thin barrier of her nightie.

Daniel’s heart hammered with dark, thrilling satisfaction.

He was making a mother taste her own daughter’s cunt juices.

That was exactly what he wanted.

She had dared to take his son’s cum in her mouth.

Now he would bathe her tongue, her throat, and eventually her womb with her daughter’s sweet cream.

And this was only the beginning.

A new, colder, filthier goal solidified in his mind as he kissed her senseless and ground his cock against her—

He would fuck all five of his daughters.

One by one.

And he would chain Angela down, legs spread, and force her to watch every single second as her husband’s thick cock slid in and out of each of her daughters’ hot, tight, virgin cunts — stretching them, creaming them, and ruining them while she could do nothing but watch.

***

Daniel sat on the living-room sofa, half-watching the television with a remote in one hand. Angela was upstairs showering. He had gone completely overboard again after carrying her to the bedroom — pinning her down, fucking her sore, cum-filled cunt once more, and finishing in thick, heavy ropes all over the front of her thin nightie, leaving the fabric plastered to her heaving breasts and sticky with his seed.

The soft click-click of high heels on the stairs tugged his attention away from the screen.

He turned his head and his cock gave an immediate, heavy twitch.

Anna was coming down the stairs.

She wore a tight white top that stretched obscenely across her heavy young chest, a dangerously short brown skirt, and a pair of black heels that made her long tan legs look endless. The outfit made her look like a slutty daughter deep in her rebellious phase — the kind who knew exactly what she was doing to her daddy. Daniel’s mouth hung open slightly as he slowly dragged his eyes from her face down to the deep line of her cleavage, then lower to the way the short skirt barely covered the underside of her plump ass.

Anna’s cheeks flushed the moment she noticed her daddy’s open stare. She tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear with deliberate cuteness and walked straight toward him, placing herself directly between him and the television. She pushed her heavy chest forward so the thin white fabric stretched taut over her breasts, the outline of her bra and the stiff points of her nipples clearly visible. Then she slowly turned around, arched her back deeply, and protruded her round, fat ass right in his face, clearly trying to force a reaction out of him.

Daniel simply sat there, calm on the surface, watching her with dark, unreadable eyes.

Her heart stirred restlessly at the lack of visible reaction. Pouting, she bent forward at the waist even more. The short brown skirt rode up high, giving him a perfect, unobstructed glimpse of the full, rounded outline of her ass and the black panties stretched tightly over her crotch — the soft fabric already slightly wedged between her plump pussy lips. She gave her butt a slow, deliberate, slutty wiggle, making the cheeks jiggle right in front of her daddy.

Daniel smirked at the restless little kitten putting on such a filthy little show for him. He was just about to reach out and grab that teasing ass when Angela’s voice suddenly tore through the room like a knife.

"Baby?!"

Both of them jerked violently at the shocked tone. Anna instantly straightened up so fast her breasts bounced, eyes wide, heart hammering as she hastily yanked the hem of her skirt down and smoothed the little creases.

"What were you doing blocking Danial’s view of the TV? Stand aside!" Angela came down the last steps while drying her damp hair with a towel, still wearing only a loose bathrobe that threatened to open with every movement.

Daniel sighed quietly and shook his head.

She really is dense sometimes.

Anna also let out a tiny, shaky breath of relief and walked over to the sofa, plopping down right beside her daddy close enough that her warm thigh pressed against his.

Angela disappeared into the kitchen and returned a minute later with a mug of coffee, placing it carefully on the table in front of Daniel.

"You know," Daniel said, voice low, "you could have dried yourself and put on actual clothes first, then prepared the coffee."

"I made it before I went to shower," Angela replied, still slightly breathless. "I know you won’t sit still for long because you’re a workaholic, so I wanted you to have something ready. Just wait a second and I’ll prepare proper breakfast for you."

Daniel sighed again.

This woman...

Just as she was about to straighten up after setting the mug down, he reached out, grabbed her still-sensitive, plump waist, and pulled her down to sit heavily beside him.

"Ahh~!"

"What are you doing?" she asked, clearly perplexed, cheeks already turning pink.

"Making you sit. And calm down. I’ll just order something good online."

He looked at her carefully. Even after everything he had done to her body, she didn’t look exhausted. In fact she looked beautiful, flushed, and strangely invigorated — her skin still carrying that post-fuck glow. Still, he refused to let her work after the way he had drilled her cunt all night and morning.

"No, why? I can make something nice. Just give me a few minutes." She tried to stand up again.

Daniel immediately pulled her back down harder. He leaned in close, one hand still locked on her waist, and glared darkly into her warm honey-colored eyes until she visibly flinched.

"I — told — you — to — sit — then — just — sit."

In front of those cold, dominating eyes and that absolute, low voice, two hearts slammed violently inside two chests. Both Anna and Angela — mother and daughter — stared at him and audibly gulped, thighs pressing together instinctively.

Angela’s voice came out tiny, soft, and completely submissive, almost like a mosquito’s buzz.

"Okay... dear~!"

Then, suddenly, Daniel’s expression shifted. A wide, genuine, almost warm smile spread across his face. He leaned back against the sofa and draped both arms around their shoulders — one around Anna’s bare shoulder, one around Angela’s — pulling both of them in so they leaned against his sides, their soft breasts pressing into him.

Silence settled.

Mother and daughter glanced at each other from behind his head, both looking equally confused... yet neither of them denied that they quite enjoyed the warm, heavy, possessive embrace. It felt dangerous. It felt special.

Angela watched the soft smile playing on her husband’s lips while he held her dear daughter Anna against him as if she were his own blood. Something warm and beautiful bloomed inside her chest, like thousands of roses opening all at once in the garden of her heart... even as a faint, unexplained heat stirred lower.

The three of them stayed like that for more than five full minutes, quietly watching a comedy movie, simply enjoying the rare moment of twisted family peace. Daniel’s thumbs slowly, almost absently, stroked the bare skin of both their shoulders.

Then Angela suddenly turned to Anna and asked, curious and completely oblivious—

"By the way... why are you so dressed up?"

Anna’s face lit up with a bright, excited, almost triumphant beam. She grabbed Daniel’s hand tightly, laced her fingers through his, and declared with a wide, proud, slightly mischievous smile—

"Because I’m going on a date with Daddy!!"

HUH—!

HUH—!

Two pairs of eyes snapped toward her at the exact same time — one filled with pure maternal shock, the other with dark, startled, and very interested disbelief.