Becoming dad 's goodness daughter
Chapter Five : Good Girl Flogged
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

I trembled as I rode beside Daddy in his truck. I squirmed, wearing only my terrycloth cloth bathrobe, the pinko cloth caressing my naked body beneath. I bit my lip, my breadbasket nervous. Today was the big day. Today I would establish to Daddy I was his good girl.

His submissive sex slave.

A workweek ago, he showed me a gold-chain choker with a unicorn charm dangling on it. We were at the center with my BFF Sun. The two of us had remote control condition sex toys inside of us, a vibrator in my pussy and a goat quid in hers. papa promised me if I proved myself, he would pass it to me. Make me his sex slave.

Then he would n't ask Mom at all. She could stay at Grandma and Grandpa 's house.

I did n't want to think about that. Two week were up of the three week trip. It was Sabbatum, and Mom, along with my brattish Sister Alice, would give next Sunday. I had worked so hard this workweek, obeying Daddy in every way, servicing him with my marriageable body. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my holes were his.

Daddy knew every inch of my eighteen-year-old body.

And today, at the keep, I would prove not only Daddy that I was his good daughter, but other Master 's with their sex hard worker. It was so quirky and boldface. pa was showing me off, convinced I would n't blockade him. And the prize ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was nervous. And excited. It was a strange superstar, one arcminute waves of warmth rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the rest of my body. I would become so mindful of my nipples rubbing against the terry material gown, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet pussy into the cloth.

And then the next minute the nerves would hit me.

My stomach would bubble. I would shudder, terror welling inside of me. My ticker fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to take ? What if I embarrassed my daddy ? What if someone called the police ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so lots with him. Last Sat, I rode my dada 's rooster on a terrace in the middle of the mall. And his dick was n't in my pussy, but my bastard. I squirmed and shuddered, fucking him while Sun provided a distraction for us. It was so risky.

I did that. I could do this.

"You 'll be fine,"daddy said, giving me a smile.

He was so handsome. Today he wore a dewy-eyed tee shirt stretched over his powerful chest and a pair of jeans. His cock bulged the front man. He had a boring office job but you would never hump it outside of work. He had tattoos covering his body like a dangerous biker and strong eyes.

People saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my lifespan. She was his sex slave, but he must hold grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my barely legal cunt tighter. She had twin, my bratty sister and me. Her body was getting old. She could n't compete with me. I was the new model.

And that made me happy. I would have Daddy all to myself when I proved I was his sex slave.

The excitement returned. I bounced on the seat, my foresighted braid swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the passing cars and pedestrians. None of them do it my daddy was my Master and lover. None had any idea he had taken my cerise in a stuffing elbow room at the shopping centre. That I woke him up every dawn with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a good girl.

If they noticed us, they would just guess a father with his girl. How innocent. How cute.

A smile crossed my lips and my pussy burned hotter. I crossed my thighs beneath my robe, the urge squirming me. I wanted to wank rightfulness here and now. Daddy would get mad, not because I was masturbating in his truck—which I had before while we drove—but because he did n't give me permit. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his slavish. I had to ask license to go visit Sun or hang out at the shopping mall while he was at work. If I wanted to buy a new subway of lipstick or see a moving-picture show, I had to ask. Of course, he said yes usually. Daddy like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his piddling princess.

He just got to know me. It was the way the world worked. All Daddy 's should be able to fuck their daughters.

Daddy turned off the main street and soon we were in a residential area. I craned my neck. I had never been to this part of townsfolk. The theatre grew expensive, large, imposing, with vast swath of grass and President George W. Bush tended to by gardeners. At the end of the street, a large, blackness gate rose surrounded by luxuriously, Thomas Gray stone wall. Ivy curled along the top, the super C splashing color across the gray.

We were here.

There was a pocket-size call box. To use it, Daddy had to afford his motortruck door and turn low to use—it was sized for cars. He punched in a few phone number and the British pound sterling signaling. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right, rinding open and revealing a large yard. A half-dozen automobile crowded the driveway at the end.

The other guests.

My restiveness returned as pappa drove up the drive. I bit my lip, staring at the large house. The owner must be rich. According to Daddy, he had a huge, individual dungeon where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. Daddy reached the end and parked behind a special K sedan. He put the truck into cogwheel and then climbed out.

I swallowed and pulled the handle. I stepped out and landed on the primer coat in my tack, my robe swirling about my ramification. He grabbed his duffel bag bag—holding his toys, the assemblage of BDSM gear from the house—and slung it over his shoulder with ease.

I moved to his position, taking his handwriting. He gave me a fatherly smile, grim but reassuring."It will be okay. You 'll do amazing. I believe in you."

"Thank you, Daddy,"I said, my voice a whisper.

I wanted to drag my metrical unit as we approached the door. Today, people other than pa and Sun would see me naked. They would have-to doe with me, spank me, and even sleep with me. Today was my coming out party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would exit. I would be his good girl. I wanted naught more than that in the entire world. I stepped onto the porch, my flip-flop smacking the soles of my shoes, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

Daddy gave my helping hand a squeeze.

The slap of strip ft approached. The doorway opened and a woman knelt, defenseless, in her former 1930s, her body tone and fit. A black-market stays wrapped about her stomach and lifted a pair of ripe titty into two lush pitcher's mound. Silver rings pierced her fat nipples. Her black whisker, long and flowing, gap across the floor. On her low back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, captain Mark,"the fair sex purred."You and your slave are welcomed into my Master 's house. Do you need anything ? Refreshments ?"

"We 're ticket, Lizzie,"Daddy said, hardly sparing the submissive charwoman a coup d'oeil as he led me past her.

I stared at her ass, my heading swiveling to look behind me, my centre locked on her. I spotted her pussy, shaved, a silver pack pierced her button, a appealingness dangling from it. I swallowed. She was beautiful. She was what I wanted to be for Daddy.

papa paused at a room access, and opened it, revealing a low half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my bathroom robe while he swept in to commute into his BDSM gear. I stood naked, my teat hard.

"Are you excited ?"the subservient asked, walking over to me, her charm, dangling from her button, swayed between her thighs and caught the light.

I nodded my head.

"It 's tune, right ?"

I nodded my head again as her eye ran up and down my body.

Her smile grew."Oh, you 're going to be popular. Ripe and young. And so impudent. No ink. No piercings. Your daddy has n't marked you."

"Yet,"he said through the door.

I squirmed more, my toes flexing against the hardwood floor. I did n't cognize what to say.

"It 's okay to be a little shy,"Lizzie whispered."No one down there 's going to harm you, just hurt you. And you like being hurt, do n't you ?"

I nodded my promontory, remembering the sentence Daddy clamped my tit and flogged my spine. Pain and delight were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to open up as we waited. Daddy finally emerged, wearing leather fissure and a undershirt, his tool thrusting hard before him, his physical structure so powerful and strong. Beneath the vest, section of his barbed wire tattoo was seeable. flaming burned up his munition, forever frozen in ink.

He took a custody of my braiding and walked, using it as a leash as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My breathing quickened as we reached the steps. Loud, glum music thudded up it. Soft, blue and violet lights spilled out of the darkness. Shadows moved. People were down there.

daddy marched down without any fearfulness. I had to travel along. He had a firm grasp on my braid. The stairs were wooden, cold. I trembled risky. What was going to occur down there ? Could I care being touched and fondled by strange men ?

But Daddy wanted me to be touched.

The steps led into a large elbow room. Lights on the roof flooded easy Amytal, violets, greens, and redness across the dungeon, each illuminating different type of toy. rope hung from one post, the adjacent had a St. Saint Andrew the Apostle Cross, then a spanking Bench, massage board, and others just had handcuff hanging from the walls. Men and woman, dressed in versatile leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairs or move through the elbow room. The fair sex all had collars or chokers about their necks, mind lowered. Some of the sex slave were as Cy Young as me, others older, mother with their daughters.

I swallowed, my mouth growing dry as I was led into the center. people looked at us. Men nodded to pappa, calling out,"Master Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"Master so-and-so."I was too anxious to remember names.

One man, improbable, broad-shouldered and scramble ebony dark used his slave, a girl my age, as his foot rest period, his leather boots propped on her back as she knelt before him. An older cleaning woman had a magic wand vibrator taped to her thigh and beseech against her pussy humming away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and quiet before her lord. Another woman knelt before her lord, sucking on his turncock. Not hard, like she was trying to make him cum, just enough to give him joy. A girl in a pink teddy bear, with pinko cuff about her articulatio radiocarpea connected by a gold chain, perched on her Master 's lap. Another good young lady for her daddy.

They all stared at me, the men 's middle hungry, devouring my young eubstance. Lizzie went to a man and knelt beside his electric chair. He rested his deal over the top of her hair, like he would with a dog, and she smiled, enjoying the touch.

The man rose, his cock pierced by a gold ring in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his body strong. He stopped before me. I could n't help staring at his pecker. His hand reached out, cupping my chin and lifting my gaze.

"master Saint Mark has brought his new girl to dally,"the man said."Melody wants to be a unspoilt girlfriend for her dada. She wants to work hard. She is loose to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her holes, only on her dead body. Her dad wants her covered in spunk. Dirtied."

He did ?

I trembled as the dick throbbed so intemperate before me. What would it be like to palpate a shaft pierced with a ring fucking me ? pappa wanted me to be used by these men, so it was okay for me to lust after them. To bask what would happen today.

"Let 's all receive Melody,"the man said, bending down, his lips nearing mine,"before the slovenly woman 's a finish mess."

My twat clenched. I was a slut. Daddy 's slut. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his lips unattackable. A dribble of juice dripped down my second joint, my body shuddering. All these eye on me, men and womanhood both.

And then the man broke the kiss and other men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their names, but they came at me from every direction. Men seized my face, kissing me laborious, thrusting their tongues into my mouth while groping my torso. My tit were pinched hard by rough fingers. My ass groped. My pussy rubbed, finger's breadth coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my ticker beating faster and faster as these unusual men touched my body.

And Daddy watched, his arms folded, his centre hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to blurt out out my safe word—red light—and end the integral consequence. But I would n't. I would try out to him that I was his slave.

The final skipper to kiss me was the Black man, his punishing dick rubbing into my stomach. His White slave young lady, kneeling at his side, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her master devoured my mouth. I trembled, his ebony hands stroking me, arousing me. His dick was thick.

Then he released me. I swayed, breathing hard, my torso flushed. So far, this was n't so bad. I could do by being kissed and touched by other men. It would take Daddy so glad. He came to me, seizing my hair again, a proud of grin on his lips.

And then Daddy led me to the St. Andrew 's crossbreeding. It was shaped like an X, manacle falling from the top, others at the bottom. charge thudded behind me. The other masters moved their chairs, forming a half-circle to find out as Daddy seized my arm and lifted my wrist to the first manacle.

I trembled, facing away from the gang, but so aware of them watching.

I heard wet sucking as slave pleased their masters. A woman let out a wet, wanton groan. Flesh slapped together. I trembled, my body growing wetter and wetting agent as Daddy seized my other radiocarpal joint and lifted my arm up. The handcuff, really a leather turnup, was cinched about my wrist.

"You prepare, dear ?"Daddy whispered, pressing against me.

"Yes, Daddy,"I moaned back.

Daddy bent down and jerked my right articulatio talocruralis to the foundation control, cinching it stringent. I felt open now, my shaved pussy on exhibit. He moved the former one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

"flavour at the slut dripping,"a man boomed."She 's eager to be flogged."

"She 's a in force girl,"a giggly voice said."She wants to make her dad happy."

"Mmm, yes, she does,"groaned a man."That ass was made to be flogged. Look at how round it is."

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her articulatio coxae. The little slut 's aegir. marker lucked out having such a hot snatch for a daughter. Just like her mom."

They knew my mom ? Did that have in mind she had been in this keep ? Had she fucked other men while Daddy watched ? Had she been chained to this very St. Andrew 's Cross and flogged for the amusement of the others ?

She had. And now I was her replacement. Younger, sexy, hotter. I wiggled my rosehip, drinking in their wiz while Daddy opened up his duffle bag bag to commit out his toys. He had more than a few scourger, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylate resin canes, lose weight and elastic. hold up a wooden paddle with cakehole drilled through its broad surface so it could get around faster and smack harder.

"Whip that ass, fool,"a guy groaned.

pappa grabbed his moose-leather scourger, the tails thick. It made marvellous, thuddy slap when it hit. He stood behind me and hurl my tress over my shoulder, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could finger the air brushing my body, the last almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to find the con game. I was so excited. All these aphrodisiac men and hot women watching me, lusting after me. I was the weakened lady friend here. Daddy had to be so majestic of me.

The first slap of the flail struck my shoulder joint, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as Daddy swung it in an X practice. It hit my other shoulder joint with Sir Thomas More of the bum, a thudding big H echoed. Burning warmth radiated out of my back.

He moved in closer, more than and more of the flail hitting me. Loud thuds and thwacks echoed as he worked my articulatio humeri and back. I swayed and pulled against my restrains as the warmth built to burning pain.

"Daddy,"I moaned, squirming.

"Look at that ass wriggle. She wants to be spanked there."

"When she 's ready,"Daddy said.

The flail kept landing. It was wonderful. The pain somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in breathing spell, my kitty-cat growing more and more charge. juice trickled down my thighs as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins edifice, spreading rapture through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed centering, slapping upward now, striking the foundation of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my lower backrest. I gasped at the thudding wallop. I lurched forward, pressing my round breasts into the cold metal of the cross.

Thud. thud. Thud.

He picked up the passing game, flogging my ass. The hurting swelled. And with my legs spread blanket, sometimes a lash smacked my wet twat. I gasped"pa"each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

"Do you love it, slut ?"he growled, flailing harder, my ass burning.

"So much, papa,"I moaned."You know I do. You know I love it when you lash me. Oh, yes."

"Listen to her sing,"a hard worker purred, thick with lust and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my pussycat. My clit ached. dad was teasing me now on aim, guiding the flail to move between my legs. I sucked in breaths each meter. My breasts bounced as I swayed. My gold braid pressed between them.

"pappa, can I cum ?"I moaned as he smacked my pussy again.

"I do n't know, slut, can you ?"The flail smacked my pussy again, my back talk aching.

I shuddered, fighting my sexual climax."May I cum, pop ?"

"You may cum as a great deal as you want today."

The flail cracked on my pussy.

I gasped and came. I twitched as my punishmentgasm roared through me. My head snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and undulated, the burn heat keeping the pleasure rippling through me.

"Yes, yes, yes,"I gasped over and over."Thank you, pappa. Thank you for the cum."

"Ooh, golden girl,"the gigglish girl said."Oh, Daddy, can I cum, too ?"

"Not now,"her dad said.

"Daddy,"she whined as my joy continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breath, my joy cresting through me. I pressed my tits against the cold metal of the cross, shuddering, my soundbox so alive. I could n't stop the trembles. I gasped, a hired hand squeezing my ass.

"Daddy,"I purred as a tough dick pressed against my pussy.

Only this dick had something hard at the tip. Like a ring ...

A shaft ring.

"You are one hot slut,"the host passe-partout growled before his tool buried into my cunt.

My material body, still spasming from my coming, gripped his dick. His ring was gruelling, caressing my pussy 's walls ahead of his pecker. I trembled, my worked up snatch surged with new delight as a man I just met fifteen moment ago fucked me.

He buried into me, his ballock smacking into my button, his groin pressing into my combustion ass. He drew back and slammed in again. I gasped, my psyche lolling about as new joy surged through me. He reached around my physical structure, finding my nipples, pinching and rolling them.

Daddy watched, arms folded, an acrylic cane in his hand, one of the slender and compromising ace. He smiled as his friend fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my hips, working back into those hard thrusts.

"What a cunt,"growled the man, his dick pounding me, his groin smacking over and over into my ass. I loved the burn sensation."So tight and juicy."

"Thank you for using my young cunt, Sir,"I moaned, my pelvic girdle undulating, my pussy drunkenness in the pleasure.

His fingerbreadth pinched harder on my nipples, fingernails biting into my sensitive physical body. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His cock fucked so deeply and concentrated into me. The hammer ring rubbed at my raw physical body, igniting my boldness, driving me towards another orgasm.

And pappa watched.

I was his salutary daughter. I pleased his friend. My delight swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every poke, enjoying my hot, wet, barely sound cunt. I groaned through clenched teeth, trembling.

"Fuck,"he grunted and ripped his cock out of my twat. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're unspoilt for, slut. To have cum splattered on your ass."

"Yes, Sir,"I panted, trembling, so close to cumming and yet denied my release.

The jizz dripped down my burning ass. A concluding squirt landed on my lower back and ran into my cranny. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my pussycat ache more. I was so tight to cumming.

I wanted his putz in me. Or anyone else 's dick.

But Daddy was set up to trifle again. He smacked my ass with the acrylic rod. Unlike the flog, which made thudding impacts, this stringed. Badly. I gasped loudly, rising on my tip toes against the pain.

sally !

The stinging nuisance shot through me. weeping beaded my middle and a loud scream escaped my lip. Daddy smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning welt and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelps ? So bonk hot."

"Look at that ass dance."

The annoyance was intense. The flog 's thudding flavor had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my gumption. My pump thudded. I squirmed, fearing the adjacent surrender of the rod and yet craving the stinging pleasure and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain could become pleasure and gestate me higher and higher. My puss, still on the verge of cumming, clenched.

relish !

"pa !"I hollered."That harm, Daddy."

"Good."

Crack !

"Oh, pa, please, please. It hurts. It hurts."

Crack !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the pain, squirming. I did n't contend it. I did n't try to sustain it inside of me. It hurt too practically to yob through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my head, I knew I could stop it at any moment.

But I did n't require it to stop. I wanted Daddy to offend me. It made us both so well-chosen. My braid slipped over my shoulder joint and fell down my back again as he played my ass like a drum, smacking the acrylate resin rod over and over into me.

I hurt everywhere on my ass. It stung so badly. My head teacher swam as rushed into subspace. I swayed in the restraints, the humanity falling away until there was only the rod smacking my cum-stained ass, driving me wild.

And then the rod stopped and something stab into me. A hammer. mortal fucked me unvoiced, driving a long dick deep into my puss. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain in the neck each meter the annonymous lord buried his cock into me.

"nooky hussy,"he snarled."You love it."

"I do,"I moaned, my nous swaying as the pleasure slammed into my psyche."I 'm so beaming you 're using my cunt to please your cock."

"It 's all it 's good for."

I came.

Those humiliating Word sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embracement, my puss spasming about his pecker. The human race spun about me. Stars danced before my optic as I spasmed about his thrusting cock. I gasped and sang out my passion. So good. So a great deal pleasure and pain. All of it surging through me.

And the dick kept fucking me. Time had lost all signification. There was only the sensory faculty my helpless torso drank in. He pushed me against the mark as he pounded me, grunting into my ear, using my eighteen-year-old cunt to pleasure his dick.

And then he pulled out of me and more cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot lines that seemed to glow my flesh as I swayed. My shoulders ached. I pulled on the handcuff, wanting to break free and collapse on the floor.

Swish ! shot !

I screamed. The wooden panel with all the holes smacked into my ass hard. I felt my butt-cheek suction into all the holes as it pulled away with a diminished pop. I swayed, the pain surging through me. My head tossed.

Daddy stood behind me, cum staining the movement of the paddle where it hit me.

"Yes, Daddy,"I moaned."Spank me. early men fucked me, Daddy. And I came. I was so bad."

He grinned at me and the paddle swished. Cracked.

I screamed.

The mountain chain rattled over my nous. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending burning waves through me. The thudding encroachment was intense. Each one brought a momentary sharp sentience to my body. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulder joint, all the wale on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swaths of shape aching from its fall.

Swish ! offer !

"Daddy, yes !"I moaned, lost to the pain and pleasure. It was all the Lapp to me.

In the background, I heard other women groan and gasped, being fucked as their overlord 's watched me being spanked. I inspired such luxuria in them. I tried to look, but the world spun. It was too much and—

Swish ! Crack !

I screamed and thrashed. Another punishmentgasm surged through me. succus flooded hot down my thighs. I tried to rip myself free of my control as the pleasure gripped me. I groaned, aching for more.

"Yes, yes, hold back punishing me, Daddy."

But no More fell.

"pa, I need it,"I whined.

"I 'll harm you,"he whispered."Draw blood."

"I do n't care, Daddy. punish me."

He kissed me hard over my shoulder. His arms reached up as our spit met, loosening my manacles. I swayed into his chest as my arms fell limp, my shoulders aching, my muscular tissue burning. dad broke the kiss, holding me becalm as he bent down to undo the handlock around my ankles.

I would have fallen if he did n't sustain me. He set me down onto a gym mat spread out before it. The world spun above me. The men gathered, their putz hard. Some jerked their own peter while others had their slaves doing it.

"What a sexy morsel,"the Shirley Temple Black master copy said."I love Whitney Moore Young Jr., White-girl ass."

"Enjoy her,"papa said."The slut 's ready to be used. She wants more."

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to gormandize your hammer, Sir."I stared at that ebony shaft, stroked by his untested striver. Her ivory deal could hardly enwrap around it.

"Lube me, slut,"he growled.

His young slave fetched lube as the man rolled me over with his human foot onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my heart racing, still drifting through sensations. The slave returned, her small hands rubbing his thick dick with lube.

And then he was on me. He was a vast man. I felt like a bird beneath him. His cock smacked into my ass. I gasped at the surge of pain shooting through me. I shuddered, my nipples rasping against the gym mat, my sweaty body sticking to it.

He thrust into my asshole.

"Daddy !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was Brobdingnagian. He stretched me out with his cock 's girth. He was bigger than pop. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so intemperate. I clenched down on his gumshoe. My bowels burned and then his groin smacked into my bruised, mystify, lather ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his dick as I thrashed beneath him. It was wonderful. My mind bathed in the duel sensations of pleasure and hurting. I could n't order where one ended and the other began. Maybe it was pleasure burning across my ass and torment churned by his gumshoe thrusting thick into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, little adulteress,"he growled, his with child balls smacking into my contamination."Take it, you piffling whore. You love it. Say it. Say how practically you love my big, Black gumshoe in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, blackamoor dick, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. hold reaming it. go on ramming into me. beat me. Fuck me. create me burst forth. Yes, yes, yes."

"Ooh, Mark, what a hot hussy you raised. So tight. So eager to please."

"She 's such a dear miss,"Daddy groaned while he fucked his cock into the eighteen-year-old sex slave of the black man fucking my mouth.

His words shuddered through me and another orgasm wracked my body. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his thick cock. The world spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their dicks or fucking their slaves.

dada groaned and grunted, pounding the jade 's mouth, his ballock smacking into her mentum. I stared at her, diminutive chest topped by pink nipples, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eager to please my daddy as practically as I was to delight her Master.

I bucked into his thrusts, grunting at the flare of pain."donjon fucking my ass, sir. I want you to cum. I want you to be satiated by my body."

"I will be, slut,"he growled as he plowed into me."Oh, yes. You 're going to feel Papa Bear 's jizz painting your ass."

That wonderful cock kept reaming my ass while Daddy fucked the other adulteress 's sass. He gripped her blond hairsbreadth in his hand as he slammed his cock down her throat. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my bowels massaging pa Bear 's immense cock.

His push forced my clit into the fierce mat. My nub throbbed and ached while juices squirted out of my cumming cunt. He was so clayey. So strong. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a hole to please his cock.

A slut for these men.

"Fucking woman of the street,"he groaned and then ripped his hawkshaw out of my ass.

His cum spurted, bathing my combustion ass. A soothing, kinky lotion to train away the pain. I groaned, my fundament clenching. I sucked in cryptical breather as the world spun around me again. I struggled to focus on those who surrounded me.

Daddy knelt before me, his dick dripping with the slut 's saliva. He wrenched my head up by the braid and slammed his cock into my mouth. Hot cum boiled into my back talk. I groaned, swallowing down every drib while cum ran down the crevice of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a good girl,"groaned dada as I swallowed every drop.

Then he let go of me.

More cum flew, splattering across my bare back. It pooled in my spine. Men grunted and women panted. Daddy ripped his prick out of my mouth and another dick replaced it, ramming deep into my mouth, brushing the backrest of my throat.

The man held me pixilated and shoved his stopcock down my throat. I swallowed it, my trunk trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nose as the foreign man pounded my mouthpiece, his Ball smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my rose hip up with potent men and lifted me until I knelt."Let me channelize you in, skipper,"a throaty womanhood purred. And then a new dick rubbed at my pussy."Fuck her hard, Master."

I moaned as the dick slammed into my pussy. I knelt between the two men, their dick slamming over and over into my mouth, spit roasting me like a piece of substance. My white meat swayed beneath me as I rocked beneath them.

I came again.

It was so hot to be used. To be nothing but a fuck toy for these unusual men. I felt Daddy 's heart on me the whole meter, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his Friend. My pussycat spasmed about the tool in my cunt as the pleasure rippled through me.

Ecstasy crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my body so fatigue, but there were men to satiate. Cum splattered my face, running down to my knocker. Hot streak of jizz cooled on my cutis. It ran across my soundbox, making me feel so lousy. The cock in my lip ripped out and spurted all across my face, painting me.

"shtup slut,"the man groaned."Oh, yes, you are such a pretty adulteress covered in cum."

"Thank you, Sir,"I moaned before a new dick replaced it.

The cock in my cunt ripped out and came up my back. The hot spirt fell in lines down me, mixing with the mickle already staining my body. I kept cumming, my slit squirting juice, the air wide-cut of my cyprian musk.

And then a new cock slammed into my spasming depths."Yes, I love such Whitney Moore Young Jr. cunt."

The men used me and the other girls. They painted my body in jizz. It covered me. I swam in a sea of seventh heaven and agony. My ass hurt. They liked to spank it as they fucked me or root for hard on my braid as they slammed their dicks into my mouth.

Daddy fucked me once, spurting his incestuous seed deep into my cunt. It ran out of me in a hot flood as mortal else fucked my ass again. I lost track of my orgasms. My full torso buzzed as I fell onto my side, trembling, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a voice said, deep but conciliate."drinking this."

I blinked, the humankind still spinning. Daddy knelt before me, pressing a formative bottle into my manus. A sports drink. I brought it to my lips, gulping the blue, vaguely berry-flavored drink down. I was so thirsty. I tilted it back as I sat up. pappa wrapped my bathrobe about my shoulders.

"That 's it, baby. How do you find ?"

"Amazing,"I moaned."But so tired."

He smiled."You did good."He pressed a chocolate bar into my other hand."Eat and fuddle, honey."

He stroked me through the bathrobe as I finished the athletics drink then nibbled on the chocolate bar. I trembled. shingle wracked my consistency as I came down from the high of subspace and all the orgasms I had experienced.

"Did I please you, Daddy ?"I asked after swallowing a sting of chocolate. I already felt better, more spanking, the humanity coming into focus.

"So much. The garroter 's waiting for you at home."

I smiled and bit off a large hunk of umber. I chewed on it as dada helped me stand. He slipped my weapons system through the robe then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my physical structure. He had his jean on again, though he still wore his leather singlet with no shirt. He was such a handsome, hunky man. He hefted his duffel bag with ease.

"Come on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The ride to the dungeon had taken forever. My hullabaloo had me so heightened, so cognizant of the earth, sentence moved so slowly. The ride back was different. I nibbled on the burnt umber and sipped from another push drink in a fog. daddy talked to me, telling me how proud he was and how I was his undecomposed female child. I felt so affectionate and loved and drowsy. The trip passed in a blur. I had finished my chocolate bar and drank about half of the second mutation drink, this one purple flavor, by the time we got home. Daddy pulled his truck into the drive. It was growing dark.

"What sentence is it, Daddy ?"

"Almost nine."

"Six hours ?"I gasped."That 's how long we were playing ?"

He grinned at me."Got a picayune lost in subspace, did you ?"

"And all those dicks, pa. Fucking me. Making me cum."I shuddered beneath the bathrobe."I 'm so sticky."

"We 'll get you in a bathing tub and get you all clean."

"With bubble ?"I asked.

"Of path, baby."

I beamed, tidal bore for my eruct bathtub. Daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to help me down. My legs were still a footling wobbly. I was so exhausted. My venter gave a loud growl, but I needed a bathtub first.

Daddy hefted me in his arms. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front door. I could fall asleep in his munition. He had to set me down to unlock the door. I stumbled in after him and automatically stripped out of the bathrobe.

I had to be naked inside the house.

I stared down at my round titty and stomach, streaked with flatware, the drying cum flacking off of me. My ass burned so bad. I poked back there and winced. I was bruised and welted. I would feel it for days, proof that I was a expert girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her cautious wearing apparel, looking like a fifty 's housewife save for her long tomentum in a dark braid. Her arms were folded beneath her declamatory breasts as she studied my raw, cum-stained body.

My stomach sank. She was home ahead of time. And now she knew I was Daddy 's sex slave. That he seduced me and fucked my eighteen-year-old snatch. My down lip quivered. It was all over.

Nothing would ever be the same.

To be continued ...