Abby ( 1 )

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

With a lastly look at the ferry I turned away from the sour grass and followed daddy back to the car. I had just seen my married man of six month get on a ferrying to France where he would start his new job as a bio shop mechanic. Whatever that was.

Mike and I had known each former since early school but it had only ever been a casual thing. When mommy died last twelvemonth I just seemed to lose it. I don't even know why really. My parents were very straightlaced in their raising or maybe I should say my mother was. I can't say that I felt any agnatic or maternal touch from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and papa. When ma died suddenly, it hit me quite hard. The sense of freedom just overwhelmed me I suppose. I started going out to pubs and imbibing, not too practically but enough to blind my judgment to one of the students who took vantage enough to take my virginity. He hung around long enough for me to bring in that all he wanted was sex so I dumped him and remained chaste through out university

Anyway, along came Mike. Soft, gentle, and as Victorian as my parents I suppose. Maybe that's why I felt safe with him. Anyway we got hook up with six month ago. Daddy bought us a house as a nuptials nowadays 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 daddy to stick for a few years. I hated being on my own more than I hated how small daddy made me experience when he was around. I knew he loved me but he was just so overlooking, so controlling but at least he would be caller for a forgetful while.

"Abby. Abby. Are you awake ?"

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

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

Still only half listening I agreed. He pulled into a pub just outside of townsfolk and once inside ordered me a vodka and coke. The barman said we would be called once a tabular array was free in the dinning room so we sat down a look to be called.

"I think that guy over there fantasy you."daddy said suddenly.

I was shocked but whim turned my gaze in the direction pappa was looking. Sitting at the bar was a Lester Willis Young guy in his mid 20. By his denim and leather jacket he was obviously a biker He smiled at me and I went shining red and turned away sharply.

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

"Thomas More mug you then"Daddy said sharply.

"Daddy…."

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

The matter of the young man was dropped but I couldn't help thinking about what daddy had said and, if I'm honest, I did have the episodic feel to see if he was still looking in my direction. But he must feature left as I couldn't see him. Daddy and I talked casually about nothing in picky as we ate our food for thought and then continued on our way home.

It was half retiring 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 while I said,"I am going for a quick shower daddy then I will wee some tea before I go to bed."

"Ok sweetie."dada said softly

I went upstairs, showered and dried myself then put on my gown, which buttoned all the way up to my neck and came well below my knees, then donned my dressing surgical gown. As I put the kettledrum on dad went up for his shower. Coming back down ten instant later in his pyjama, we sat drinking the tea in silence.

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

I raised my eye to count at him,"You will laugh at me."

"Don't be silly."dada smiled,"What's the matter ?"

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

"What in bed you mean ?"

I nodded my forefront, too embarrass to say anything."Would you like me to sit with you for a while ?"pop said smiling. I was sure he just wanted to burst out laughing.

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

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

I got into bed and a consequence later daddy came in and sat on the bed next to me propping himself up with the pillow. I lay with my spine to him taking comfort in the sound of his external respiration. As I started to loosen up my mind drifted to the guy in the pub. I wondered if dad was right. Not that it mattered of row because I was happily married. But what if…. ?

As I drifted off to sleep my mind wandered off into the ‘ what if ?'What if he gently kissed me on the cervix, and then my shoulder ? His hand wandering over my boob sending tingles all over my body. His hot buss continued down, crushed and down in the mouth till he was gently kissing between my leg. My vagina hungry for More I spread my legs for him as his lingua flicked and found my bud, now throbbing. He knew what he was doing ; the pleasure that ran through my consistency was like an electric car shock every time his lingua brushed my clit. I moaned my blessing and as the cushion got stronger I started to arch my coxa towards his tongue which was now going deeper and deeper into that hot shoes. All the while his hands were playing with my tit, now engorged and hard to the touch. I put my paw on his school principal and ran my fingers through his hair.

The spirit in my stomach was like nothing I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to kiss my navel, my pap and then my mouth I responded. I could feel his hard-on knock at the threshold of my throbbing wet vagina and then he was in. I took a sharp breath as it all felt so real. As he slid his full length inside me I let out that breather and as he slowly slid that rod in and out of me I responded like never before. The feeling in my tum was growing, getting hard and firm until I knew it was just going to break right through my body. That awesome star rose from the pit of my tummy and as it reached my throat my centre flew open.

In total disarray I stared straight at daddy who continued to thrust into me, smiling as he did so. The orgasm didn't stop one minuscule bit and as it exploded from my body I screamed,"Daddyyyyyyyyy !"I threw my branch round his neck and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for groovy penetration. My back arched in that long desperate cry of shocking pleasance. As daddy thrust faster and harder so did I. pop let out a guttural sibilation strait as he raised himself up and his middle looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his source, his daddy cum spout into his little girl. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't have stopped it, and I couldn't check my orgasm from doubling in vividness at the feeling 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 sustain drifted of to sleep. Thinking of the guy at the pub.

I was woken by a sudden breeze."semen on sleepy head it's ten o'clock."pop said.

As I opened my optic I wondered if it had all been a pipe dream. Realising that I was naked pushed that estimation right out of my point. I grabbed for the bed clothing to cover my body.

"Bit deep for that."Daddy said, as he put a tray with tea and toast onto my lap.

I was totally lost for words. Not only was my Father of the Church 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 view. Still trying to cover myself I sipped at the tea, but the sentiment of eating just made my belly churn. Daddy sat down in the armchair that we kept next to the immense sliding door that led to a balcony where you could front out to sea. He just sat looking at me

"Why ?"I managed finally.

"Hmmm."daddy said,"That's a hard one really. You were very restless as you dozed off. And to be honest as you uncovered yourself and your nightdress rose higher and higher I suppose I just couldn't resist it. Especially once your hands went between your ramification. That was it really I just replaced your men with mine and waited for you to rouse up. cypher was more surprised than me when you did open your eyes and….Well you didn ‘ t exactly push me away did you ? In fact you took over and consider me I don't think you would have let me halt even if I wanted to."

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

Daddy stood up,"Get dressed. I think we need to talk."He said walking to the door,"You should know though that I have no ruefulness. 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 assistant but think of that overpowering coming. That tactual sensation of entire pleasure. And I searched hard for any regrets and was, in a way, ashamed when I couldn't find any.

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

"I knew when I woke this forenoon that I would have no regrets. I thoroughly enjoyed you last dark and, unless you say no, or distinguish me to lay off, fully intend to do it again. Who buy ‘ s your clothes ?"

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

"Your clothes. You dress like your mother."he said,"Come on we're going apparel shopping."He said grabbing the car keys and heading for the door.

I had learnt at a very early age when papa said do something you did it without doubtfulness. I grabbed my things and followed him out the door. We travelled for almost an hour in silence and for the next two minute daddy took me from store to stack away buying dress I would never dream of buying. Ignoring any protests from me. The last workshop I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a young lady friend who took my hand and led me into a carrell in the back of the shop.

"issue me home."I said when I reappeared sometime later. pop 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 tomentum down there it got into my teeth in conclusion night. I was still pulling it out this morning."He laughed

"You could have warned me. Do you have any idea how I felt when she told me to strip off. I've never heard of a fucking Brazilian."

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

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

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

"What ?"

He jumped out of the chair and grabbed me by the hairsbreadth. Pulling my fount close to his he said,"It is every woman's job to be uncommitted to her man. It is every daughter's job to make her father happy and proud of her. When I tell you to do something you will do it immediately and without doubtfulness. Is that understood ?"Terrified, I nodded. He released me."Now. pick out your clothes off."

With shaking work force I stripped. Naked I tried to continue my consistency."Keep your arms at your slope and obligate your head up."He said sternly. I did as instructed. Standing behind me he ran his handwriting down my back over my stern to my hips. Then over my stomach and up to my breasts. Every inch of my body was electrified, shocks travelling down to that spot between my legs. I shut my eyes and did everything I could to fight the notion of arousal. By the sentence his deal reached that triangle I was shaking, and to my total embarrassment I was very wet.

He moved round to the front and sat down. Running his hand over the smooth skin of my vagina. I stood shaking. When he ran his finger over the pig out sassing I let out a moan of pleasure."Like it or not,"he said,"Your dead body is made for joy, both to give and receive. You have a nice tight arse and your titmouse are large and business firm. They stand proud for all to see. These are the rules. While I am here you will never wear panties or a bra, and will only wear off the wearing apparel we bought today. You will only ever wear a bra and your old apparel again when mike is at plate. Is that understood ?"All the time he had been running his finger over my swollen slit, now he slid a finger's breadth in.

The feelings of that penetration almost made my legs give way. I opened my legs slightly."Yes daddy."

"Good. I suggest you keep your new clothes in the little way and use it as a walk in wardrobe."He said as he slid another finger inside me. His ovolo was working on my clitoris as he thrust his fingers inside me. He was fucking me with his hand and I was totally lost to the rising orgasm. It was as though last dark had broken the dam and sensations ran through my eubstance like flowing urine. He knew how closing I was. I couldn't obliterate it as groan escaped my lips and my body swayed. Then, just as I was on the very bound, he stopped. I almost cried.

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

Shocked out of my hysteria I watched as he stood up and stripped naked. From the first gear moment his erection was visible I couldn't take my center off it. I was by no substance an expert on the size of a mans peter. But this was definitely a lot braggy than microphone's. He sat back down."kneel here."He said pointing at the floor between his pegleg. My eyes still transfixed on his erecting I did as instructed. He had very footling hair's-breadth around that phallus so I guessed he had trimmed it. He took my deal 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 admit that I felt quite proud that I had made my pappa smiling with joy. What came next was not so easy. He pulled my chief forward.

"outdoors your mouth."He said gently

I did hesitate, but I knew if I held back that daddy would be tempestuous so slowly I took that dick into my mouth. Again daddy instructed me how to do it and then he slowly pushed it further and further into my rima oris till I almost choked."Breath around it. breathing spell through your nose."

I did as he said and he pushed further trough he was right in my pharynx. I gagged, I was sure as shooting I was going to suffocate but he released me slightly and then as I gasped in air he pushed my fountainhead down ever further. He did this several times until finally his erection was deep in my throat and my poke rubbed against his belly. Once I was all the way in he pulled my head up and down on his erection. As I got into a rhythm he let me do it by myself."unspoiled girl."he said,"commodity girl."

It did get easier but my throat would be sore for ages after. I sensed a modification after a spell. The predilection of his juice was different and he started to throw up at me. Then, with a groan he pulled my oral sex up and looked into my optic. His cock was just inside my lip as he shot his seed into it. My eyes showed impact. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting peter deep into my pharynx. The discernment of come was strange. A motley of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn't have practically choice but to swallow almost of it but some ran out of my back talk and onto my Chin. I felt his soundbox completely relax. I lay my oral sex on his leg, his cock still in my lip till it was flaccid enough to shine out. He patted me on the head."wellspring done my girl. Well done."I smiled.

If I thought it was over I was wrong. After a few min daddy got up and put me in the armchair with my legs over one arm while my head rested on the other. He pulled my leg up and with a skanky smile buried his face between my leg. The onslaught of his tongue on my clitoris brought me straight back to the sharpness of coming. My hands went to his top dog and urged him on to greater attempt. My orgasm flew up from between my peg and out of my mouth in a recollective wailing cry of disco biscuit. I screamed out and cried in euphoric joy for what seemed like forever. Then it started to subside.

Daddy pulled my legs up and made me concur them up with my hands. I was almost bent double. I could see his cock, erect, hard and pointing at my throbbing hole. He looked at me as it brushed my pussy lips. I knew, now was the time to prefer. If I let him in then there was no going back, ever.

I hesitated only a moment. I looked him in the aspect, my breathing erratic from the continued climax,"screw me daddy. Make me yours."I whispered.

A strange look of triumph crossed his nerve as he pushed that rod into his daughter's hot pussycat. Once in he speeded up and he fucked me severe. My coming flew back to life history 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 moody hole it went in easily. I was, never the less, shocked and surprised. But again I was pulled into my orgasm, now enhanced by the rectal stimulation. Then another finger's breadth joined and wormed its way around in lap. The whole fuse feelings drove me almost to insanity. rightfulness till the moment daddy pulled his cock out of my pussy and brushed it at the hole of my hind end. My eyes flew open. So widely it hurt. Daddy waited for a second and when I didn't say anything his throbbing cock slid into my bum golf hole with a seeming plop.

The pain was brief, but excruciating, which stupidly enough highlighted the orgasm that my pussy was still going through. Slowly daddy pushed more and more of that hard member into my buttocks until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his little girls bum maw while he fingered her clitoris through orgasm. Then my bum started to thrill in musical rhythm to his insight and notion arose inside me that I couldn't explain until the inconceivable happened. I orgasmed from my turncock 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 dada filled my bum fix with his mo consignment I blacked out.

I awoke some time 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 burnt umber from the constantly hot pot. I tried sitting at the breakfast bar but the stool was too hard against my saw rectum so I stood at the patio door and sipped at my steaming cup, thinking about what had occurred.

I can't say I felt happy, but I did feel….fulfilled I suppose would be a honest Word of God. Like I had finally achieved something, sexual satisfaction if nothing else. I now knew for certain that my orgasm last Nox was without doubt my beginning and that mike would never be able to fill me sexually in the way daddy had. For a start his cock was a lot minuscule than pappa. But I couldn't get it out of my head that what we were doing….No ! What DADDY was doing, was faulty. I also knew that I would not be able-bodied 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 foresightful was I asleep ?"

"Only a brace of hours. Go and have a bath it will comfort some of the soreness."

"Ok."I said

"Don't lock the door. No locked doors when I am here ever."

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

"Put something on from your new material and I will care for you to dinner for being a beneficial piddling girl."

"Yes daddy."

I soaked for a while and then got dried and dressed in a slenderize E. B. White low cut top and a very little inkiness flared skirt with exposed toed heels. As I looked in the full length mirror I had a mixture of strange feelings. The adult female reflected in the mirror was not me, but it was. I recognised my side and even my wooden leg but everything in between was individual else. Someone who looked gorgeous but was individual I would normally own disliked as a….well….easy I suppose. A hussy. I hated that thought but was also excited inside because I knew it would relieve oneself daddy happy. I went downstairs and into the lounge.

"That's a good deal better."daddy said, smiling."rise the skirt up."

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

That brought about More mixed feelings. Pride that I had pleased him and veneration and a little ignominy that I was on display for all to see.

Over the next few twenty-four hour period that fear and pity would almost completely disappear. Daddy used me in every way potential as often as possible. I was amazed at his staying power. He taught me how to take the air and pull the attention of men without even thinking about it. He displayed me where ever possible and even made me walk around on my own in township or along the promenade so he could watch me from a length. I have to admit I was turning heads 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 ejaculate than I could ever dream of. He had even made me sit in the armchair with my leg spread full open fingering myself to an orgasm while he wanked himself off. Shooting his come into my face or over my breast. My words had deteriorated to daddy's level as well. But as I waved bye to him, his seminal fluid dribbling down my wooden leg, any assurance I had gained went with him. Now I was alone. The sign of the zodiac was discharge, tranquillise. All that sexual latent hostility had gone. I felt some relief but almost of all I just felt alone.

The succus running down my leg brought me back to life. I went for a shower and put on a clit down dress. This was the one exception dada had made from my old wardrobe as long as I only did three release up. I chose the three buttons and he made me cut the rest off. Now the dress were low enough to show off my titty and split enough up the front to almost show off everything else, but for working around the house they were bettor than my new clothes and a fair compromise daddy had said.

The rest of the day I just wandered around the house aimlessly. When I went to bed, alone now that papa had gone, I decided to let Rosco catch some Z's upstairs with me. I decided that he had been neglected since daddy came so would take him for a manner of walking in the morning.

When I woke in the dawn I decided to wash away as a good deal of the last few daytime as possible by washing the bedding. While the washing machine did its work I went round the house cleaning up and then, as the weather was nice took the bedding out the side door to hang it on the melody to dry.

As I opened the threshold Mr Oscar Robertson was standing at his face door puffing on a cigarette as usual. With his right hand in his pocket. I had seen him respective times before but only now did I realise what his right hand was doing. He smiled. I froze. He was playing with himself. I could plainly see his bridge player running along his erecting and the longer I stood the magnanimous that erection became. It was only seconds but I had to build a cooperative drive to make my legs move. I walked to the clothes note 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 laborious not to look at his mitt and failing miserably. I rushed back to the mansion forcing myself not to look at him. I closed the door and put my back to it as I steadied my breathing. Thankfully the glass was frosted so he couldn't see how he had affected me. Why it had such a powerful result I don't know but I could feel my pussy getting wet. He was in all means a repulsive man. Unkempt unshaved and always in shorts and dirty t shirt. The way he leered at me made me shiver all over.

Try as I may I couldn't rid myself of my throbbing cunt. In the end I flopped down on the settee, closed my middle, and allowed my finger's breadth to run down my dead body, undoing the attire as they travelled to that throbbing triangle between my wooden leg. I pictured dad playing with me, fingering me and then kissing my nipples, my navel, and on down to my button. I spread my legs wider to fall in him better access code. I moaned with pleasure as his natural language did its employment. Delving deeper into my pussy than ever before. I could experience my orgasm rising rapidly, and then reality hit me.

My heart flew open to discover Rosco with his tongue avidly licking at the juice flowing from my throbbing hole. I have to admit 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 knee putting my back to Rosco."No Rosco."I said.

Next moment I felt a thump on my spinal column as Rosco's look paw pushed me forward. His back legs now between my legs I could finger him pushing forward. Then I felt a prodding at my puss and realised what he was trying to do. I tried to get up but he was too secure. He snarled his disapproval at my gesture and the future thing I knew his rear stopcock was inside my throbbing hole."Oh God."I moaned,"Rosco. No"I said and again tried to resist up.

Rosco growled again and pushed at my neck with his nozzle, nipping at me to stay still. I was trapped, and not only by Rosco, his cock was brushing hard against my clit. His stopcock just seemed to keep growing as he pumped rapidly in and out of me, making his unerring journey deeper into my body. My orgasm again started to lift. I thanked god when I felt him come, thinking that now he would get off me. I later found out that his first gear ejaculation was only pre seed, but there was so practically of it that it spilled out and ran down my legs.

Then I felt something bigger than his erection pushing at my bitch kettle of fish. I could feel the vast size of it and was terrified it would tear me apart. Suddenly with a seeming plop, whatever it was pushed past my swollen twat lip and was inside me, and still Rosco got enceinte and bigger. That mi was now crushing my clit driving me finally over the sharpness into a vast orgasm. He pumped faster and faster and my weed went further and further away until I was completely lost in a chronological sequence of rapid fervidness orgasmic spasm.

Finally Rosco fired his seminal fluid into me, it poured from his swollen Lucille Ball like water supply from a tap I could feel it hitting my insides bang bash blast till finally he slowed down and came to a stop consonant, his come running freely from my slit and down my peg. His cock was still inside me and each time he tried to rive out of my sopping mess he sent me off on yet another orgasm. 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 eld curled up in a ballock on the settee. My net guess before I fell into a ungratified nap was"Oh pa. What have you done to me ?"

I woke with a starting line and it took me a second or so to clear the telephone set was ringing."Hello."I said, still half asleep.

"How's my little 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 half asleep and the tactile sensation of liquid running down my wooden leg was sharp as was the stickiness I felt from my shank to my toes.

"Good female child. Now when is Mike due home ?"

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

"fountainhead let me know the date and I will come down a day or so before."

"Ok daddy I will let you know."

"Ok well I will phone you before then so take upkeep babe girl."

Once again I felt the mess sticking to my branch and dress so decided to direct a bath, and maybe try and screen out my headspring out.

I ran the bath really hot and stepped into it. Enjoying the heating system on my strained muscles and bruised twat. As I thought over what had occurred over the finally few days I just got more confused.

I should take in said no to my father fucking me. But without any disinclination I knew that I just didn't want to say no. Although I may have been apprehensive, shocked even. I had to allow that I thoroughly enjoyed what had happened. Maybe mum knew what may bump and that is why she was so strict. That then of line brought my creative thinker to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even possible for a dog to work out and make out a man being. But thinking of how that foresighted tongue had made me feel was a tour on in itself. I was getting wet at the thought of it.

But Rosco fucking me was a dissimilar affair completely. Or was it. While my head said it was foul and wrong. I couldn't deny the mighty orgasm he had given me. And I also had to admit that in reality Rosco using me as his bitch was not a good deal different to my father using me as his whore. Just more and Sir Thomas More confusing.

I spent the rest of day just pottering around. Everything just going through my idea all the time didn't help at all. As I went to bed Rosco tried to follow. I told him to stay but then I hesitated. A picture shot through my mind of Rosco licking my pussycat while I slept."No."I said, and closed him downstairs. It wasn't till I got to my bedroom that I realised that the bedclothes 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 restless troublesome sleep.

I woke up with a outset. 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 dress from the wardrobe and ran downstairs looking for the clit. As I ran outside several things became obvious.

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

2 ) I was not wearing my Theodore Harold White attire. I was in fact in a acquit chiffon top. As long as a shirt but not long enough to hide anything. It only had one push at the navel.

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

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

Even though my head screamed run. I couldn't. I got angrier and angry at myself and at him for doing this to me. Then another crack cocaine of thunder woke me out of my daze and the heavens opened up. A flood of pelting fell down on me. I took a step towards the washing and then back again, knowing it was too former. I glared at Mr Robertson, standing in his doorway squeamish and dry with his erection in his hand.

Anger has always been a job for me. It makes me stubborn. I make heady determination. This time was no substantially. It was his flaw my lavation was soaked. It was his fault I was soaked. I stood in presence of him, no more than four feet away as he stroked that fat putz of his, and it was fat, not overly long but really fat. I opened my legs slightly and put my hands on my articulatio coxae, which of row caused the hem of the top to spread out and put my pussy on entire display. I undid the clitoris and opened up the top wide.

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

He smiled. Not the to the lowest degree bit unhinge. 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 catch on drier was directly opposite the room access which was still unresolved. I spread my legs astray and bent-grass over to afford the dryer door. My pussy was getting wet at the thought of making him suffer.

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

I was trembling. I wanted to squall"Get off me. You hideous little man"but it just wouldn't come out. Then I felt it, his vast fat dick brushing my wet throbbing hole. He waited. I said aught, in fact I wanted to advertise back onto him but I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. He rammed that knockout fat cock into me as far as it would go and I screamed. Not in pain but in unfounded instant orgasm. He didn't concern he just rammed and rammed and rammed into me, vicious and hard.

His hands came round now and he grabbed both my nipples and pinched them as hard as he could and the electric shock joined with all those other spirit pouring out of my screaming pussy. My stage turned to jelly, unable to support myself. Every meter he rammed into me he lifted me off the floor 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 dame unable to ensure my body in any way.

He made no sound. Not even when he finally shot his spunk into me. spirt after squirt of it till it ran down my pegleg. Then, as viciously as he had rammed it in he pulled it out. Still in a remorseless climax I slid down the tumble dryer to the floor, facing him. That fat pecker still throbbing in front of my face. He brushed it against my rim and I willingly opened my oral fissure to film him in. He wasn't gentle as he fucked my grimace. Banging my head back against the dryer, dazing me. I managed eventually to keep on my principal still and just let him face fuck me. He rammed that monster in as far as it would go and when he once again released his seed it seemed never ending. With his cock deep in my throat it was impossible to unsay it all and I choked. The seed had no other way out but through my nozzle. When he finally stepped back I had spunk running from my pussy mouth and nose, running down my mentum and over my breasts.

As he backed out of the threshold I tried to stand 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 floor. Before I could get up Rosco was on me and his cock was in me. As rearing as Mr Robertson, Rosco was showing me who was boss in this theatre. Getting his own back on me for live night. Igniting my orgasm once again, I couldn't have stopped him even I wanted to, I was so feeble. I just lay my head on the storey and let him induce his way. And gave myself up to him and that oh so powerful orgasm. This time there was no hassle getting his knot in and I smiled with pride as I once again took every oz. of my dog's seed into my bitch twat hole. The last affair I remember was thinking,"It seems I can't resist peter. Any cock."I smiled and everything went black.

More Abby soon