Chapter 10: Naughty Sluts Punished by the Older Stud

Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.

T. Ropex

The slut off was continuing at the sorority. Mother and daughter were racing off to raid other sororities for their panties. Certainly, sexy fun would happen, but I swiftly realized there was a problem with this scenario.

How could I watch them both if they split up?

“I can record them for you to watch later at your leisure,” the AI said. “And I have found another scenario to explore. One involving a man doused with Viagra.”

That made me smile.

“Teleporting you now! The scenario will have to be ... updated.”

Of course. The live re-creations were clearly all lies, but that was okay. I would just enjoy what the AI did to rewrite them into something ... fitting for me to enjoy. The world changed as I found myself in a house with squealing girls.

Hank Thompson

My daughter had just turned eighteen. She was still in high school for another few months, so I was still sharing custody of Caroline with my cunt of an ex-wife. I had her for the weekend, and she had invited her friends over for a slumber party.

There went the daddy-daughter night I had planned.

The doorbell rang.

“They’re here!” squealed Caroline as she rushed down the stairs. As if she hadn’t just seen her friends a few hours ago at school. I know, because I had seen them when I picked her up. I caught a glimpse of my daughter’s smile, her braces flashing. She was a bit of a nerd with glasses and not many friends.

Just Shannon and Blair.

She opened the door to reveal Shannon and Blair. The two girls were squealing, too. They bounced up and down, Shannon with black hair and a slender build. Blair had mousy, brown hair, a quiet girl normally, but she was excited now.

“Thank you, Mr. Thompson,” said Shannon as the girls rushed past me toward the basement. “You’re welcome, girls,” I said, but the door closed behind me. I sighed and shook my head. I suppose it was watching some porn, quietly, and jacking off. I would try not to think of my daughter—but she had blossomed into such a cute woman.

Not a bitch like her mother.

I headed upstairs.

I entered my room and closed the door. The girls would be distracted, and I was horny. I put on my favorite step-father/step-daughter porn. It was about a slumber party where his daughter’s friend dosed him with Viagra and he ended up fucking them all.

I started jerking it off, not caring that an account appeared in the corner.

T. Ropex

“Is he watching one of those fake live re-creations?” I asked in surprise at the depravity on the scene. “I’ve seen this one.”

“You rated it one of your favorites,” the AI said. “Viagra turns the father into a sex maniac and fucks the daughter’s friends before she wakes up and joins the fun.”

“Perfect, but where are the girls?” I asked.

“Downstairs.” The world shifted.

Blair Rothbone

“Truth!” I squealed.

“Do you have a crush on Caroline’s dad?” asked Shannon.

“Eww, gross,” I said, grimacing. “He’s old. No offense, Caroline, but...”

“No, that’s def gross, no cap,” said Caroline. She glared at our friend. “Shannon!”

“What?” Shannon asked with this innocent grin on her face. Her black hair fell long and straight down her. “I was just having fun. You’re both fun to tease.”

“I’ll get you back,” I said. “Truth or Dare.” “Dare!” said Shannon, grinning at me. I had wanted to ask her the same question. She cut me off, though. How devious of her.

“I dare you to admit that you have a crush on Caroline’s father!” I said.

“I can’t,” she said. “Don’t have a crush on him. I mean, he’s so old. I like young hotties like Harry Stiles! He’s so dreamy!”

“If I had a pillow of him, I would hump it all day long,” I said.

“Blair!” Caroline gasped, her cheeks as red as mine. We were all eighteen, but we were also all virgins.

“You would, too,” I said as a strange man appeared in the corner.

Caroline blushed but nodded. We all laughed.

T. Ropex

The girls were giggling. They were all so normal-looking. Slender in their pajamas. They wore pants and long-sleeved shirts. Not the sexy nighties of a slumber party. There were no pillows being swung or lesbian potential or naughty versions of Truth and Dare.

It was all so bland.

“Initiating the scenario,” the AI said.

Two of the girls, the ones without glasses, transformed. Both their hair became bleached-blonde and their bodies curvaceous. Bubbly butts that were barely hidden by their short, transparent nighties. Huge, fake titties that jiggled with their every movement. Their nipples were pink shadows through the blue and pink material. They were hard to tell apart, both bimbos.

They giggled as one-handed a drink to the blushing daughter. “I dare you to drink this!”

“Alcohol!” she gasped.

“Yep!” said one blonde. “You want to be cool like us, right?”

Blair Rothbone

“I mean...” said the dweeby Caroline as I held the glass of drugged vodka out to her. “I...”

“Just take it,” Shannon said. It was so funny being here. The nerdy Caroline actually thought we were interested in being her friends. It was her daddy we wanted. Her hot, buff daddy who just had to have the biggest dick. We just had to ... ensure he had the stamina to satisfy us. “You want to be cool and stop being a dweeb.”

“You’ll love it,” I said, shaking the glass at her.

“I...” She swallowed and took it with her trembling hand. The nondescript man nodded his head.

“Just drink it,” I hissed, trying to hold back my disdain of this stupid, little nerd.

Stupid little nerd? this whiny voice in my head asked. We’re BFFs why would I think of her like that?

How could I ever be friends with such a drab, mousy girl? I was fucking hot. Fake titties, bubbly butt, gorgeous thighs, and a pussy that made all the boys cum. They loved my tight snatch, but I needed a man.

Caroline took the drink and gulped it down. She coughed and spluttered. I giggled with Shannon. We were best of friends. Sluts forever. We shared as many boys as we could, but now we were moving on to men.

“What?” Caroline said, the glass slipping from her fingers. “What did you ... do...?” She fell onto her back in her kiddy PJs.

“Now let’s get her daddy,” cooed Shannon, rising, her big titties jiggling. She had pierced nipples. I had a pierced clit. We flipped for who would get what. I was glad I had the pierced clit.

It made my bud so sensitive.

“Let’s just mix his drink,” I said and poured another glass of vodka.

“How many should I put in?” asked Shannon as she pulled out the bottle of Viagra she swiped from her grandfather. It was gross that people that old were having sex.

I shrugged.

She dumped in ten of the little blue pills. They dissolved into the drink. I smiled and headed for the basement steps. This would be such a wonderful night. Shannon followed me up, staring at my butt, the nondescript man drifting after her.

It would be so much fun to fuck that dweeb’s father.

Gross, that dumb voice thought. Ugh, what a party pooper. Why did I have that voice in my head?

Hank Thompson

The porno was just getting good when I heard the stairs creaking. Giggling.

“Fuck,” I gasped and fumbled at the remote. I killed my TV and shoved my cock into my pants. The footsteps came closer. I rolled off my bed, so hard. I had been so close to cumming. Did Caroline need something from the room?

Then a slight knock came from the door followed by a, “Mr. Thompson?”

That wasn’t Caroline.

I sighed and opened the door, expecting to find Blair or Shannon at my door. Instead, there were two blonde porn stars, their tits stretching out the front of their nighties. I blinked in shock at them. Their faces were so familiar. They were...

Blair and Shannon. Those two bimbos who had come over tonight. I knew from a look at them they were trouble. Not the sort of girls that I wanted my daughter to be involved with. Especially looking like they did. Damn, they had rocking bodies, not that underdeveloped figure of my daughter. Why had I been interested in beating off to my daughter when these girls were here?

“What?” I asked, suspicious. These were the sort of girls you couldn’t trust.

“We thought you would be thirsty, Mr. Thompson,” cooed Blair. She held a drink in her hand. I could smell the alcohol.

“Where’d you get this?” I demanded, taking it from her.

“From your liquor cabinet, Mr. Thompson,” Shannon said and giggled. “Your daughter can’t handle it. Can you?”

I wanted to spank these girls, but ... I tossed it back first. The vodka was smooth, but there was a strange taste to it. An almost medicinal aftertaste. My dick throbbed as I swallowed the warmth. I would show these girls. I would...

My zipper rasped down.

“The fuck?” I gasped to see the two bimbos ripping my fly open and pulling out my hard cock.

“See, it worked,” Blair cooed right before swallowing my dick.

I groaned at the warmth of her barely legal mouth around my cock. The blonde bimbo suckled hard on me as her friend sucked in a shocked breath. Shannon glared at her friend with such anger in her eyes.

“You nasty slut!” she hissed. “I wanted to suckle on his dick!”

Blair popped her mouth off and gasped out, “Then suckle him, whore!”

Shannon engulfed my cock. She suckled on me with passion. I groaned at the heat of her nursing on me. It was incredible to have her blowing me. Her tongue stroked around the crown of my dick. She suckled on me with all that she had.

She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my dick. She nursed on me with all that she had. It was fabulous to have her blowing me like that. Her tongue stroked over my dick. I groaned out my pleasure.

My blood burned hotter as my cock throbbed. I felt like I was growing harder, my dick turning into a slab of pure steel. That mouth felt amazing on my dick. I swayed there, this dizzying rush sweeping through me.

Something was ... off.