You'd rather get out of bed
From Create Your Own Story
Actually, you probably should stop dilly-dallying in bed. With Jessica more or less permanently incapacitated due to her pregnancies and the children all under 15, you're the only breadwinner - and your family of almost 30 needs a lot of bread. Luckily your demonic powers come in handy in this, too, but to run your ponzi schemes you still need to occasionally leave the house. So, although it pains you to leave your enticing bed companions, you give each of them a deep kiss and get off your massive mattress which takes up most of the parents' bedroom in your 12-bedroom mansion.
Anything smaller, either bed or house, would be impractical, and as always you enjoy the decadent luxury with which you've surrounded yourself and your family. There's erotic art everywhere, and every nook and cranny holds either comfortable couches or kinky sex furniture, all of which has been thoroughly, and enjoyably, tested. Right now it's relatively quiet in the house, since the children are being homeschooled and therefore mostly still in bed, although certain sounds tell you that not everyone is asleep. There are no doors in your house, privacy a concept you've completely abandoned, and when you pass the last room before the kitchen, a small figure bursts out and throws itself at you.
You laugh and lean down to pick up your 12th daughter Melody, a 10-year-old with short black hair and blue eyes that usually twinkle with mischief. She's rather precocious and immediately begins wiggling her naked bum against your ever-present erection. You never bother to get dressed until the very last minute, and although she knows she's pushing the envelope of what's allowed, Melody's smooth skin feels rather good, so you let her get away with it. Once you reach the kitchen, you set her down and reward her with a kiss and some tickling, making her squeal in pleasure.
The noise brings out three of your other kids, 13-year-old twins Martin and Mary and 5-year-old Aidan, and after greeting you with kisses, they begin making you breakfast, squabbling over who gets to serve you. You sit back and enjoy the view, absentmindedly playing with your cock until Martin notices and slaps your hand away. He sinks to his knees and greedily begins sucking you off, a privilege he's only recently earned and greatly values. Mary pouts but knows better than to let the young ones cook by themselves. With so many of them, your children are all quite self-sufficient and very keen on serving their parents, a tendency you naturally encourage, considering it only your due as head of the family.
Holding his head gently, you look down at your son, whose luscious lips are cherry-red as he tries to take all of your thick meat. Unlike the other kids in the kitchen Martin isn't naked, at last not completely. He's chosen from your vast selection of sexy lingerie and is currently wearing a garter belt with black fishnet stockings, high heels and a tiny lace thong, against which his growing cock is straining. It's an enticing view, and you grunt a warning as you feel yourself begin to come. Martin coughs and gags a bit but stubbornly refuses to move away, swallowing as much as he can of your never-ending load.
Once you're done you pull him to his feet and into your lap, sliding your still-hard cock between his ass cheeks, and begin jerking him off quickly. He doesn't need long and is soon coming over your fist. Afterwards you put him to his feet and are pleased to see Melody move to his side and begin licking him clean. Your own hand is cleaned by Aidan's eager tongue, and then you settle down to breakfast, smiling when Mary slides under the table to take her turn at servicing you.
Your life is pretty much perfect, and you're looking forward to several more decades of this.
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| You are possessing: |
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| 33-year-old man |
