Abby ( 1 )

"Come on Abby,"dada said,"he will be back in a month."

With a end look at the ferry I turned away from the sour grass and followed daddy back to the car. I had just seen my hubby of six months get on a ferry to France where he would embark on his new job as a bio mechanic. Whatever that was.

Mike and I had known each other since early school day but it had only ever been a perfunctory affair. When mummy died last year I just seemed to drop off it. I don't even know why really. My parents were very victorian in their upbringing or maybe I should say my mother was. I can't say that I felt any parental or maternal impression from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and daddy. When ma died suddenly, it hit me quite hard. The sense of freedom just overwhelmed me I suppose. I started going out to saloon and drinking, not too much but enough to blind my judgement to one of the educatee who took reward enough to conduct my virginity. He hung around long enough for me to agnize that all he wanted was sex so I dumped him and remained chaste through out university

Anyway, along came Mike. Soft, gentle, and as prudish as my parents I suppose. Maybe that's why I felt safety with him. Anyway we got tie six calendar month ago. dada bought us a firm as a marriage ceremony present and then Mike was offered his new job in France. We had only been in the house for a few hebdomad and it had taken that long to get it decorated and cleaned up. Now I would be on my own for a month. That was why I had asked pa to stay for a few days. I hated being on my own to a greater extent than I hated how small pappa made me feel when he was around. I knew he loved me but he was just so autocratic, so controlling but at least he would be company for a forgetful while.

"Abby. Abby. Are you awake ?"

"Oh ! Sorry daddy."I said, startled,"I was daydreaming."

"I thought we might stop in town for a insect bite to eat before heading dwelling as it's nearly ten o'clock."

Still only one-half listening I agreed. He pulled into a pub just outside of town and once inside ordered me a vodka and Coca Cola. The barman said we would be called once a table was liberal in the dinning way so we sat down a await to be called.

"I think that guy over there partiality you."Daddy said suddenly.

I was shocked but impulse turned my regard in the charge daddy was looking. Sitting at the bar was a young guy in his mid 20. By his jean and leather jacket crown he was obviously a biker He smiled at me and I went bright red and turned away sharply.

"Don't be silly daddy."I said embarrassed,"Anyway I am a married woman and not interested."

"More tomfool you then"Daddy said sharply.

"Daddy…."

"tabular array for two sir."The waiter said, interrupting me."This way please."

The field of study of the young man was dropped but I couldn't service thinking about what daddy had said and, if I'm honest, I did deliver the occasional look to see if he was still looking in my direction. But he must have left as I couldn't see him. Daddy and I talked casually about nothing in particular as we ate our food and then continued on our way home.

It was half past eleven when we got back. We had left a Light on so we could see our way in. Rosco our Alsatian jumped up at me happily as I walked in and after patting him for a patch I said,"I am going for a fast shower dad then I will make some tea before I go to bed."

"Ok sweetie."Daddy said softly

I went upstairs, showered and dried myself then put on my nightdress, which buttoned all the way up to my neck opening and came well below my knees, then donned my dressing robe. As I put the kettle on daddy went up for his shower. Coming back down ten minutes later in his pyjamas, we sat drinking the tea in silence.

"Are you ok ?"Daddy asked,"You're very quiet."

I raised my eyes to look at him,"You will laugh at me."

"Don't be silly."Daddy smiled,"What's the topic ?"

"I don't like the thinking of being on my own."I said shyly.

"What in bed you mean ?"

I nodded my read/write head, too embarrassed to say anything."Would you wish me to sit with you for a while ?"dad said smiling. I was sure he just wanted to burst out laughing.

"Would you mind ? Just till I fall asleep."

"seed on silly. Up you go."Daddy said taking my cup off me.

I got into bed and a moment later dad came in and sat on the bed next to me propping himself up with the pillow. I lay with my spinal column to him taking comfortableness in the sound of his ventilation. As I started to relax my intellect drifted to the guy in the pub. I wondered if daddy was right. Not that it mattered of course of instruction because I was happily married. But what if…. ?

As I drifted off to sleep my intellect wandered off into the ‘ what if ?'What if he gently kissed me on the neck opening, and then my shoulder ? His hand wandering over my breasts sending tingle all over my soundbox. His hot buss continued down, turn down and lower cashbox he was gently kissing between my legs. My vagina hungry for Sir Thomas More I spread my ramification for him as his lingua flicked and found my bud, now throbbing. He knew what he was doing ; the pleasure that ran through my torso was like an electric car shock every time his glossa brushed my clit. I moaned my favorable reception and as the jar got stronger I started to curve my hips towards his knife which was now going deeper and deeper into that hot spot. All the while his hands were playing with my nipples, now engorged and concentrated to the signature. I put my hired man on his head and ran my finger through his hair.

The tactile sensation in my stomach was like nothing I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to buss my umbilicus, my mammilla and then my sassing I responded. I could feel his erection knocking at the door of my throbbing wet vagina and then he was in. I took a discriminating breather as it all felt so real. As he slid his full length inside me I let out that breath and as he slowly slid that rod in and out of me I responded like never before. The feeling in my abdomen was growing, getting warm and strong until I knew it was just going to explode right through my dead body. That awing hotshot rose from the pit of my stomach and as it reached my throat my centre flew open.

In full disarray I stared straight at pop who continued to thrust into me, smiling as he did so. The orgasm didn't break one little bit and as it exploded from my body I screamed,"Daddyyyyyyyyy !"I threw my arms round his neck and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for majuscule penetration. My back arched in that foresighted heroic cry of shocking pleasance. As daddy poke faster and harder so did I. papa let out a guttural hiss sound as he raised himself up and his eyes looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his seeded player, his pop cum spout into his slight miss. I knew it was awry but I couldn't have stopped it, and I couldn't turn back my orgasm from doubling in chroma at the tactual sensation of that liquid shooting into me. Finally daddy stopped and lay still on top of me. My orgasm drifted away and completely exhausted I must have drifted of to sleep. Thinking of the guy at the pub.

I was woken by a sudden air."come on sleepy head it's ten o'clock."pa said.

As I opened my eyes I wondered if it had all been a dreaming. Realising that I was naked pushed that mind right out of my head. I grabbed for the bedclothes to cover my body.

"Bit late for that."pa said, as he put a tray with tea and goner onto my lap.

I was totally lost for words. Not only was my father admitting that he had sex with me he was totally blasé about it. I felt sick. But not, surprisingly, at what had happened. I felt sick that my vagina was throbbing at the thought. Still trying to breed myself I sipped at the tea, but the thought of eating just made my belly butter churn. Daddy sat down in the armchair that we kept next to the vast sliding door that led to a balcony where you could look out to sea. He just sat looking at me

"Why ?"I managed finally.

"Hmmm."daddy said,"That's a tough one really. You were very restless as you dozed off. And to be honest as you uncovered yourself and your gown rose higher and in high spirits I suppose I just couldn't resist it. Especially once your hands went between your ramification. That was it really I just replaced your handwriting with mine and waited for you to wake up. cipher was more surprised than me when you did spread out your eyes and….Well you didn ‘ t exactly push me away did you ? In fact you took over and conceive me I don't think you would have let me turn back even if I wanted to."

I thought about that for a moment and if I was being honest with myself he was probably right.

pappa stood up,"Get dressed. I think we need to talk."He said walking to the threshold,"You should acknowledge though that I have no regrets. None whatsoever. And given the opportunity will do it again."And he was gone.

I would like to say I was shocked. But I wasn't. As I showered and dressed I couldn't help but think of that overpowering orgasm. That feeling of sum pleasance. And I searched hard for any regrets and was, in a way, ashamed when I couldn't find any.

I found pop in the kitchen, a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. He poured me a cup and I sat silently opposite word him at the breakfast bar.

"I knew when I woke this morning that I would receive no regrets. I thoroughly enjoyed you last night and, unless you say no, or say me to hold on, fully intend to do it again. Who buy ‘ s your wearing apparel ?"

"pardon ?"I said confused at the change in subject.

"Your apparel. You dress like your mother."he said,"ejaculate on we're going dress shopping."He said grabbing the car Francis Scott Key and heading for the door.

I had learnt at a very early age when papa said do something you did it without head. I grabbed my matter and followed him out the door. We travelled for almost an hour in silence and for the next two minute daddy took me from computer memory to store purchasing clothes I would never dream of buying. Ignoring any protest from me. The last shop I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a young lady friend who took my hand and led me into a carrel in the back of the shop class.

"return me home."I said when I reappeared sometime later. Daddy smiled and we made our way home.

"I take it your angry."He said after we had been travelling for a while.

"Angry !"I said,"I have never been so embarrassed in all my life. How could you ?"

"You had so much hairsbreadth down there it got into my teeth lastly night. I was still pulling it out this morning."He laughed

"You could hold warned me. Do you stimulate any idea how I felt when she told me to strip off. I've never heard of a all-fired Brazilian."

"Now we are getting somewhere. A ‘ bloody'indeed. Wow we will give you fucking in no time at all."

I was calm by the metre we got home. I put the shopping dish on the settee and put the coffee tree on. dad sat down in the armchair."Come here."He said

Without thinking I did as he asked and stood in presence of him."Take your clothes off."

"What ?"

He jumped out of the death chair and grabbed me by the hair. Pulling my face close to his he said,"It is every char's job to be useable to her man. It is every daughter's job to give her father glad and proud of her. When I tell you to do something you will do it immediately and without question. Is that understood ?"Terrified, I nodded. He released me."Now. Take your clothes off."

With shaking helping hand I stripped. Naked I tried to insure my physical structure."Keep your blazon at your side of meat and hold your fountainhead up."He said sternly. I did as instructed. Standing behind me he ran his hand down my spinal column over my can to my pelvic girdle. Then over my stomach and up to my breast. Every in of my soundbox was electrified, shocks travelling down to that daub between my legs. I shut my eyes and did everything I could to fight the touch of foreplay. By the meter his hand reached that trigon I was shaking, and to my entire embarrassment I was very wet.

He moved round to the figurehead and sat down. Running his hand over the smooth skin of my vagina. I stood shaking. When he ran his fingerbreadth over the stuff mouth I let out a moan of joy."Like it or not,"he said,"Your soundbox is made for pleasure, both to cave in and encounter. You have a Nice tight arse and your titmouse are large and firm. They stand proud for all to see. These are the ruler. While I am here you will never wear panty or a bra, and will only wear the clothes we bought today. You will only ever wear a bra and your old clothes again when microphone is at home. Is that understood ?"All the time he had been running his finger over my well up pussy, now he slid a fingerbreadth in.

The impression of that penetration almost made my legs break way. I opened my ramification slightly."Yes daddy."

"Good. I suggest you stay fresh your new clothes in the small room and use it as a walk in wardrobe."He said as he slid another finger's breadth inside me. His pollex was working on my clit as he thrust his finger inside me. He was fucking me with his hand and I was totally lost to the rising orgasm. It was as though last night had broken the dam and sensations ran through my body like flowing water. He knew how close I was. I couldn't hide it as groan escaped my lips and my body swayed. Then, just as I was on the very border, he stopped. I almost cried.

"Now it's your turn."he said.

Shocked out of my delirium I watched as he stood up and stripped naked. From the number 1 consequence his erection was visible I couldn't take my eyes off it. I was by no means an expert on the size of it of a military man dick. But this was definitely a lot bad than Mike's. He sat back down."Kneel here."He said pointing at the base between his legs. My eyes still transfixed on his erecting I did as instructed. He had very fiddling hair around that phallus so I guessed he had trimmed it. He took my hand and placed it on his throbbing cock. He told me what to do until I had it right then lay back for a spell enjoying it. I have to take on that I felt quite proud that I had made my daddy smile with pleasure. What came next was not so easy. He pulled my head forward.

"Open your mouth."He said gently

I did pause, but I knew if I held back that pop would be raging so slowly I took that cock into my backtalk. Again pa instructed me how to do it and then he slowly pushed it further and further into my oral fissure till I almost choked."Breath around it. breath through your nose."

I did as he said and he pushed further till he was right in my throat. I gagged, I was for sure I was going to suffocate but he released me slightly and then as I gasped in air he pushed my head down ever further. He did this respective times until finally his erection was deep in my pharynx and my nose rubbed against his belly. Once I was all the way in he pulled my head up and down on his erecting. As I got into a calendar method he let me do it by myself."Good girl."he said,"Good girl."

It did get easy but my throat would be sore for ages after. I sensed a change after a while. The taste of his succus was different and he started to hurl up at me. Then, with a moan he pulled my psyche up and looked into my eyes. His turncock was just inside my mouth as he shot his seed into it. My oculus showed shock. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting turncock deep into my throat. The taste of semen was unknown. A mixture of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn't have much choice but to swallow well-nigh of it but some ran out of my mouthpiece and onto my chin. I felt his body completely unwind. I lay my psyche on his leg, his hammer still in my mouth till it was flaccid enough to fall out. He patted me on the capitulum."wellspring done my fille. well done."I smiled.

If I thought it was over I was faulty. After a few minutes daddy got up and put me in the armchair with my legs over one arm while my forefront rested on the other. He pulled my legs up and with a revolting smile buried his facial expression between my legs. The outpouring of his tongue on my clit brought me straight back to the edge of orgasm. My hands went to his head and urged him on to greater efforts. My orgasm flew up from between my legs and out of my mouth in a long wailing cry of hug drug. I screamed out and cried in euphoric pleasure for what seemed like forever. Then it started to subside.

pappa pulled my wooden leg up and made me hold them up with my hands. I was almost bent double. I could see his putz, erect, severely and pointing at my throbbing hollow. He looked at me as it brushed my pussy lip. I knew, now was the time to select. If I let him in then there was no going back, ever.

I hesitated only a second. I looked him in the face, my breathing wandering from the continued coming,"Fuck me daddy. Make me yours."I whispered.

A strange look of triumph crossed his face as he pushed that rod into his daughter's hot pussy. Once in he speeded up and he fucked me heavily. My sexual climax flew back to life and I was once again lost in it. I felt something brush my rectum. The juices from my wet vagina had lubricated it so when the finger slipped inside that coloured hole it went in easily. I was, never the lupus erythematosus, shocked and surprised. But again I was pulled into my orgasm, now enhanced by the rectal stimulation. Then another finger joined and wormed its way around in circles. The whole combined feelings drove me almost to insanity. rightfield till the moment daddy pulled his cock out of my pussy and brushed it at the golf hole of my arse. My oculus flew undefended. So wide it hurt. Daddy waited for a second and when I didn't say anything his throbbing cock slid into my bum pickle with a seeming plop.

The painfulness was brief, but excruciating, which stupidly enough highlighted the orgasm that my twat was still going through. Slowly daddy pushed more and more than of that hard penis into my asshole until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his petty girls bum hole while he fingered her clit through sexual climax. Then my bum started to throb in speech rhythm to his penetration and touch sensation arose inside me that I couldn't explain until the insufferable happened. I orgasmed from my tool filled rectum. Mixed with my still throbbing orgasmic pussy I was totally lost. I gave myself completely over to it not caring how I looked or sounded. Then, as dad filled my bum hole with his second encumbrance I blacked out.

I awoke some metre later lying on the settee covered with a blanket. I sat up and looked around. I couldn't see daddy anywhere. Wrapping the blanket around me I staggered to the kitchen and poured coffee berry from the constantly hot pot. I tried sitting at the breakfast bar but the throne was too hard against my saw rectum so I stood at the terrace threshold and sipped at my steaming cup, thinking about what had occurred.

I can't say I felt well-chosen, but I did feel….fulfilled I suppose would be a better Bible. Like I had finally achieved something, sexual satisfaction if goose egg else. I now knew for sure that my sexual climax last night was without doubt my commencement and that Mike would never be able to satisfy me sexually in the way daddy had. For a start his cock was a lot smaller than daddies. But I couldn't get it out of my point that what we were doing….No ! What dada was doing, was wrong. I also knew that I would not be capable to say no to whatever else he wanted to do. Not now and probably not ever.

"So you're awake at last."

The audio made me jump."How yearn was I asleep ?"

"Only a couple of hours. Go and have a bath it will facilitate some of the soreness."

"Ok."I said

"Don't lock the doorway. No lock in threshold when I am here ever."

"Yes daddy."I said quietly, not even thinking to protest.

"Put something on from your new stuff and nonsense and I will treat you to dinner for being a honest little girl."

"Yes daddy."

I soaked for a while and then got dried and dressed in a thin blanched low cut top and a very unretentive black flared skirt with open toed heels. As I looked in the to the full length mirror I had a smorgasbord of strange feelings. The woman reflected in the mirror was not me, but it was. I recognised my face and even my legs but everything in between was someone else. somebody who looked gorgeous but was someone I would normally experience disliked as a….well….easy I suppose. A slut. I hated that idea but was also excited inside because I knew it would take a shit daddy happy. I went downstairs and into the lounge.

"That's lots better."daddy said, smiling."Lift the skirt up."

I did as he asked showing him that I was naked underneath. It was plain to anybody that cared to look that I didn't wear a bra."Good."he said."perfective. Now let's go and exhibit you to the world."

That brought about more integrate feelings. Pride that I had pleased him and fear and a little disgrace that I was on display for all to see.

Over the adjacent few twenty-four hours that fear and shame would almost completely disappear. dad used me in every way possible as often as potential. I was amazed at his stamina. He taught me how to walk and attract the tending of men without even thinking about it. He displayed me where ever possible and even made me walk around on my own in town or along the promenade so he could watch me from a distance. I have to admit I was turning capitulum and that is something I had never done before. Or maybe I had just never noticed.

Sexually he used me and he pleasured me. He taught me how to pleasure a man. I swallowed more come than I could ever woolgather of. He had even made me sit in the armchair with my leg spread wide loose fingering myself to an orgasm while he wanked himself off. Shooting his cum into my face or over my nipple. My language had deteriorated to daddy's point as well. But as I waved goodbye to him, his come dribbling down my pegleg, any self-confidence I had gained went with him. Now I was alone. The house was vacate, hush. All that sexual latent hostility had gone. I felt some moderation but about of all I just felt alone.

The juices running down my leg brought me back to life. I went for a rain shower and put on a button down dress. This was the one exception dada had made from my old press as long as I only did three buttons up. I chose the three buttons and he made me cut the rest off. Now the dresses were low enough to show off my breasts and stock split enough up the front to almost indicate off everything else, but for working around the house they were better than my new wearing apparel and a fair compromise daddy had said.

The quietus of the day I just wandered around the mansion aimlessly. When I went to bed, alone now that daddy had gone, I decided to let Rosco sleep upstairs with me. I decided that he had been neglected since papa came so would take him for a walk in the morning.

When I woke in the good morning I decided to wash away as much of the last few days as possible by washing the litter. While the washing motorcar did its work I went round the house cleaning up and then, as the atmospheric condition was Nice took the litter out the side room access to string up it on the line to dry.

As I opened the door Mr Oscar Palmer Robertson was standing at his side doorway puffing on a cigarette as common. With his right-hand hand in his pocket. I had seen him several fourth dimension before but only now did I realise what his rectify script was doing. He smiled. I froze. He was playing with himself. I could plainly see his manus running along his erection and the longer I stood the big that erecting became. It was only seconds but I had to defecate a concert campaign to pee-pee my leg move. I walked to the clothes cable knowing he was watching me. I couldn't get rid of the picture of him wanking as he watched. I rushed back indoors trying my arduous not to see at his hand and weakness miserably. I rushed back to the mansion forcing myself not to take care at him. I closed the door and put my back to it as I steadied my breathing. Thankfully the methamphetamine hydrochloride was frosted so he couldn't see how he had affected me. Why it had such a powerful effect I don't know but I could feel my puss getting wet. He was in all direction a detestable man. Unkempt unshaved and always in shorts and filthy t shirt. The way he leered at me made me throb all over.

Try as I may I couldn't rid myself of my throbbing pussy. In the end I flopped down on the settee, closed my middle, and allowed my fingerbreadth to run down my eubstance, undoing the dress as they travelled to that throbbing triangle between my legs. I pictured daddy playing with me, fingering me and then kissing my pap, my navel, and on down to my clitoris. I spread my legs wider to give him better approach. I moaned with delight as his tongue did its piece of work. Delving deeper into my pussy than ever before. I could feel my orgasm rising rapidly, and then reality hit me.

My eyes flew unfold to get hold Rosco with his clapper avidly licking at the juice flowing from my throbbing hole. I have to intromit I hesitated. So close to orgasm I wanted to fulfil the rising indigence. But no. Not like this. This was just too depraved. I spun round and dropped to my knees putting my dorsum to Rosco."No Rosco."I said.

Next bit I felt a thump on my back as Rosco's front manus pushed me forward. His back ramification now between my stage I could feel him pushing forward. Then I felt a prodding at my pussy and realised what he was trying to do. I tried to get up but he was too firm. He snarled his disapproval at my gesture and the next thing I knew his erect cock was inside my throbbing trap."Oh God."I moaned,"Rosco. No"I said and again tried to fend up.

Rosco growled again and pushed at my neck with his snout, nipping at me to stay still. I was trapped, and not only by Rosco, his shaft was brushing hard against my clit. His rooster just seemed to keep on growing as he pumped rapidly in and out of me, making his inerrant journeying deeper into my body. My orgasm again started to rise. I thanked god when I felt him come, thinking that now he would get off me. I later found out that his first ejaculation was only pre ejaculate, but there was so much of it that it spilled out and ran down my legs.

Then I felt something bigger than his erection pushing at my kick hole. I could finger the huge size of it and was terrified it would displume me apart. Suddenly with a seeming plop, whatever it was pushed past my egotistic pussy sass and was inside me, and still Rosco got braggart and bounteous. That knot was now crushing my clit driving me finally over the sharpness into a vast sexual climax. He pumped faster and faster and my senses went further and further away until I was completely lost in a sequence of rapid fire orgasmic spasms.

Finally Rosco fired his come into me, it poured from his swollen orchis like water from a tap I could sense it hitting my interior bang smasher hit till finally he slowed down and came to a stay, his come up running freely from my pussycat and down my wooden leg. His stopcock was still inside me and each time he tried to pull out of my sopping hole he sent me off on yet another sexual climax. Finally he flopped out of me and strolled off to his corner. I fell to the floor, exhausted and sated like never before. I was so ashamed I cried for years curled up in a orb on the settee. My last thought before I fell into a ungratified eternal sleep was"Oh daddy. What have you done to me ?"

I woke with a start and it took me a second or so to realise the earpiece was ringing."Hello."I said, still half asleep.

"How's my slight girl ?"

"Hi daddy."I said."I'm fine."

"What are you wearing ? And don't lie to me."

I couldn't have lied to him even if I had wanted to. Thankfully I didn't need to."Just a dress."I was still one-half asleep and the tactual sensation of liquid running down my legs was acute as was the stickiness I felt from my waist to my toes.

"Good girl. Now when is Mike due home ?"

"Err about three workweek time."I said a piffling confused."Why ?"

"Well let me hump the appointment and I will fare down a day or so before."

"Ok daddy I will let you know."

"Ok well I will foretell you before then so take precaution child girl."

Once again I felt the mess sticking to my legs and dress so decided to take a tub, and maybe try and sort my foreland out.

I ran the bathing tub really hot and stepped into it. Enjoying the heat on my strained muscle and bruised twat. As I thought over what had occurred over the last few years I just got more confused.

I should take said no to my founder fucking me. But without any hesitation I knew that I just didn't want to say no. Although I may let been apprehensive, shocked even. I had to take on that I thoroughly enjoyed what had happened. Maybe mum knew what may find and that is why she was so strict. That then of course brought my mind to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even possible for a dog to lick and lie with a human being. But thinking of how that yearn tongue had made me feel was a go on in itself. I was getting wet at the thought of it.

But Rosco fucking me was a different thing completely. Or was it. While my head said it was foul and haywire. I couldn't deny the brawny sexual climax he had given me. And I also had to allow in that in reality Rosco using me as his bitch was not much unlike to my father using me as his whore. Just more and more confusing.

I spent the rest of day just pottering around. Everything just going through my mind all the time didn't help at all. As I went to bed Rosco tried to keep abreast. I told him to detain but then I hesitated. A moving-picture show shot through my mind of Rosco licking my pussy while I slept."No."I said, and closed him downstairs. It wasn't till I got to my bedroom that I realised that the bedding was still hung out to dry. I was too tired to get some clean bedding so just lay on the bed and fell into a ungratified troublesome sleep.

I woke up with a starting time. I glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly 10am. Then I heard a roll of thunder."Shit."I said"My washing is still out."

I dived out of bed and grabbed my white attire from the wardrobe and ran downstairs looking for the clitoris. As I ran outside various things became obvious.

1 ) It was already raining, only lightly but raining non the less

2 ) I was not wearing my white dress. I was in fact in a clear chiffon top. As long as a shirt but not long enough to hide out anything. It only had one button at the navel.

3 ) As the top got wet it stuck to my body and became totally transparent. Mr Robertson could see everything.

4 ) On realising what I was wearing I froze on the spotlight. Mr Robertson was slowly pulling what was an obvious erection over the top of his short. My gaze was riveted to it.

Even though my top dog screamed run. I couldn't. I got angrier and angrier at myself and at him for doing this to me. Then another crack of roar woke me out of my daze and the heavens opened up. A soaker of rain fell down on me. I took a step towards the washing and then back again, knowing it was too deep. I glared at Mr Oscar Robertson, standing in his threshold overnice and dry with his erection in his hand.

ire has always been a problem for me. It makes me obstinate. I make heady conclusion. This clip was no sound. It was his fault my laundry was soaked. It was his fault I was soaked. I stood in front of him, no more than four groundwork away as he stroked that fat cock of his, and it was fat, not overly long but really fat. I opened my legs slightly and put my men on my rosehip, which of course caused the hem of the top to open and put my kitty on wide-cut showing. I undid the push button and opened up the top wide.

"Is this what you want ? You dirty bastard."

He smiled. Not the to the lowest degree bit perturbed. Stupidly I smiled back, let the top go and as sexily as I could I slowly strolled back into the laundry room."I'll show him."I thought to myself. The break down dryer was directly opposite the door which was still open. I spread my branch widely and bent over to spread the dryer door. My pussy was getting wet at the persuasion of making him suffer.

So wet in fact that he had no trouble ramming two finger's breadth up my hole. The suddenness, the unexpectedness of it made me suspire out loud, it should cause been a scream surely but it wasn't. He was pumping his fingers into me rapidly, his knuckles brushing against my clit. He added another finger and with three fingers fucking me my body was reacting rapidly. His free hand came under me and grabbed my tit, moving to my nipple which he squeezed tightly. Again I moaned and when he pinched that mammilla as hard as he could I knew I was lost."Oh God."I moaned.

I was trembling. I wanted to scream"Get off me. You obscene little man"but it just wouldn't come out. Then I felt it, his huge fat stopcock brushing my wet throbbing kettle of fish. He waited. I said nothing, in fact I wanted to push back onto him but I wouldn't give him that atonement. He rammed that hard fat rooster into me as far as it would go and I screamed. Not in pain but in fantastic instant orgasm. He didn't care he just rammed and rammed and rammed into me, vicious and hard.

His helping hand came round now and he grabbed both my nipples and pinched them as hard as he could and the galvanic shock absorber joined with all those other feelings pouring out of my screaming pussy. My wooden leg turned to jelly, ineffectual to support myself. Every meter he rammed into me he lifted me off the story and then I came down and then back up again. My pussy was spread as wide as it had ever been and I was completely lost, like a rag doll unable to control my body in any way.

He made no sound. Not even when he finally shot his spunk into me. Spurt after spirt of it till it ran down my legs. Then, as viciously as he had rammed it in he pulled it out. Still in a remorseless coming I slid down the crumble dryer to the floor, facing him. That fat cock still throbbing in movement of my face. He brushed it against my backtalk and I willingly opened my mouth to take him in. He wasn't gentle as he fucked my brass. Banging my head back against the dryer, dazing me. I managed eventually to hold back my head still and just let him confront fuck me. He rammed that monster in as far as it would go and when he once again released his cum it seemed never ending. With his cock deep in my pharynx it was insufferable to swallow it all and I choked. The seed had no former way out but through my olfactory organ. When he finally stepped back I had spunk running from my pussy mouth and nose, running down my Chin and over my breasts.

As he backed out of the door I tried to stomach up. The chiffon top fell to the floor and I staggered naked to the kitchen and through to the lounge where I once again collapsed on the storey. Before I could get up Rosco was on me and his cock was in me. As rampant as Mr Robertson, Rosco was showing me who was party boss in this family. Getting his own back on me for last night. Igniting my orgasm once again, I couldn't have stopped him even I wanted to, I was so decrepit. I just lay my headspring on the base and let him have his way. And gave myself up to him and that oh so powerful sexual climax. This time there was no trouble getting his knot in and I smiled with pridefulness as I once again took every apothecaries' ounce of my dog's seed into my bitch kitty-cat hole. The last thing I remember was thinking,"It seems I can't resist cock. Any cock."I smiled and everything went black.

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