Abby ( 1 )

"ejaculate on Abby,"pappa said,"he will be back in a month."

With a live looking at at the ferryboat I turned away from the dockage and followed papa back to the car. I had just seen my husband of six months get on a ferry to French Republic where he would start his new job as a bio mechanic. Whatever that was.

Mike and I had known each early since other schooling but it had only ever been a casual thing. When mummy died last year I just seemed to lose it. I don't even know why really. My parents were very straightlaced in their rearing or maybe I should say my female parent was. I can't say that I felt any paternal or parental feelings from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and dad. When mama 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 much but sufficiency to blind my judgement to one of the students who took vantage enough to take my virginity. He hung around long enough for me to realise 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 condom with him. Anyway we got married six months ago. daddy bought us a mansion as a wedding present and then microphone was offered his new job in France. We had only been in the home for a few weeks 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 pop to delay for a few days. I hated being on my own to a greater extent than I hated how pocket-size papa made me feel when he was around. I knew he loved me but he was just so dominating, so controlling but at to the lowest degree he would be company for a inadequate while.

"Abby. Abby. Are you awake ?"

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

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

Still only half listening I agreed. He pulled into a pub just outside of town and once inside ordered me a vodka and snow. The barman said we would be called once a table was free in the dinning room so we sat down a hold off to be called.

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

I was shocked but impulse turned my gaze in the direction daddy was looking. Sitting at the bar was a youthful guy in his mid twenties. By his blue jean and leather 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."

"to a greater extent fool you then"papa said sharply.

"Daddy…."

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

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

It was half past football team 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 prompt shower pappa then I will establish some tea before I go to bed."

"Ok sweetie."dad said softly

I went upstairs, showered and dried myself then put on my nightdress, which buttoned all the way up to my neck and came well below my knees, then donned my dressing night-robe. As I put the kettle on pop went up for his shower. Coming back down ten minute of arc later in his pajama, 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."papa smiled,"What's the matter ?"

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

"What in bed you mean ?"

I nodded my headway, too obstruct to say anything."Would you like me to sit with you for a piece ?"Daddy said smiling. I was sure he just wanted to burst out laughing.

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

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

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

As I drifted off to slumber my creative thinker wandered off into the ‘ what if ?'What if he gently kissed me on the cervix, and then my berm ? His hand wandering over my boob sending quiver all over my trunk. His hot candy kiss continued down, lower and bring down money box he was gently kissing between my legs. My vagina hungry for more I spread my legs for him as his tongue flicked and found my bud, now throbbing. He knew what he was doing ; the pleasure that ran through my physical structure was like an electrical shock every sentence his spit brushed my clit. I moaned my favorable reception and as the shock absorber got stronger I started to arch my hips towards his tongue which was now going deeper and deeper into that hot place. All the while his mitt were playing with my nipples, now engorged and punishing to the signature. I put my hand on his foreland and ran my fingers through his hair.

The feeling in my tummy was like aught I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to kiss my navel, my pap and then my oral fissure I responded. I could feel his erection knocking at the door 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 good 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 tum was growing, getting stronger and stronger until I knew it was just going to erupt right through my eubstance. That awesome champion rose from the pit of my stomach and as it reached my throat my eyes flew open.

In entire mix-up I stared straight at daddy who continued to thrust into me, smiling as he did so. The orgasm didn't arrest one minuscule bit and as it exploded from my organic structure I screamed,"Daddyyyyyyyyy !"I threw my arms round his neck and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for bully penetration. My back arched in that long do-or-die cry of shocking pleasure. As pop poking faster and harder so did I. Daddy let out a guttural sibilation strait as he raised himself up and his eyes looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his germ, his daddy cum spout into his slight girl. I knew it was amiss but I couldn't have stopped it, and I couldn't end my orgasm from doubling in loudness at the tone of that liquid shooting into me. Finally daddy stopped and lay still on top of me. My sexual climax 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 gentle wind."Come on sleepy head it's ten o'clock."Daddy said.

As I opened my eyes I wondered if it had all been a dreaming. Realising that I was naked pushed that thought right out of my psyche. I grabbed for the bedding to encompass my body.

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

I was totally lost for run-in. Not only was my father admitting that he had sex with me he was totally blasé about it. I felt unbalanced. But not, surprisingly, at what had happened. I felt sick that my vagina was throbbing at the idea. Still trying to cover myself I sipped at the tea, but the thought of eating just made my belly churn. dad sat down in the armchair that we kept next to the immense 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."pappa 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 high-pitched and higher I suppose I just couldn't resist it. Especially once your script went between your branch. That was it really I just replaced your hands with mine and waited for you to wake up. nonentity was more surprised than me when you did open your eye and….Well you didn ‘ t exactly push me away did you ? In fact you took over and believe me I don't think you would have let me stop 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 door,"You should lie with though that I have no declination. None whatsoever. And given the opportunity will do it again."And he was gone.

I would care 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 look of sum pleasance. And I searched hard for any declination and was, in a way, ashamed when I couldn't find any.

I found daddy in the kitchen, a cup of steaming java in his hired man. 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 sustain no regrets. I thoroughly enjoyed you survive night and, unless you say no, or say me to break, fully intend to do it again. Who buy ‘ s your clothes ?"

"Pardon ?"I said confused at the variety in subject.

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

I had learnt at a very too soon age when papa said do something you did it without question. I grabbed my affair and followed him out the room access. We travelled for almost an hour in silence and for the next two hours daddy took me from storehouse to store purchasing wearing apparel I would never dreaming of buying. Ignoring any protest from me. The concluding shop I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a young girl who took my helping hand and led me into a cubicle in the cover of the shop.

"issue 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 hair down there it got into my tooth stopping point night. I was still pulling it out this morning."He laughed

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

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

I was calm by the time we got home. I put the shopping handbag on the settee and put the burnt umber on. Daddy sat down in the armchair."ejaculate here."He said

Without thinking I did as he asked and stood in front 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 fair sex's job to be available to her man. It is every daughter's job to make water her father happy and proud of her. When I tell you to do something you will do it immediately and without interrogative. Is that understood ?"Terrified, I nodded. He released me."Now. Take your clothes off."

With shaking hands I stripped. Naked I tried to cover my torso."sustenance your branch at your side and bind your promontory up."He said sternly. I did as instructed. Standing behind me he ran his hand down my back over my butt to my articulatio coxae. Then over my stomach and up to my bosom. Every in of my body was electrified, shocks travelling down to that patch between my wooden leg. I shut my eye and did everything I could to campaign the feeling of arousal. By the time his hand 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 deal over the smooth tegument of my vagina. I stood shaking. When he ran his finger's breadth over the engorged back talk I let out a moan of pleasance."Like it or not,"he said,"Your body is made for pleasure, both to give and receive. You have a Nice tight asshole and your boob are large and firm. They stand proud for all to see. These are the rules. While I am here you will never wear scanty 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 mike is at family. Is that understood ?"All the time he had been running his finger's breadth over my swollen pussy, now he slid a finger in.

The tone of that penetration almost made my legs have way. I opened my wooden leg slightly."Yes daddy."

"Good. I suggest you keep your new clothes in the small elbow room and use it as a walk in wardrobe."He said as he slid another finger inside me. His pollex was working on my clitoris as he thrust his finger's breadth inside me. He was fucking me with his deal and I was totally lost to the rising sexual climax. It was as though live on nighttime had broken the dam and adept ran through my body like flowing water system. He knew how snug I was. I couldn't hide out it as moans escaped my rim and my trunk swayed. Then, just as I was on the very sharpness, 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 first off bit his erection was visible I couldn't take my eye off it. I was by no mean an expert on the size of it of a homo putz. But this was definitely a lot bigger than Mike's. He sat back down."Kneel here."He said pointing at the storey between his legs. My optic still transfixed on his erection 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 dick. He told me what to do until I had it right then lay back for a patch enjoying it. I have to admit that I felt quite proud that I had made my dada smile with pleasure. What came next was not so easy. He pulled my headway forward.

"Open your mouth."He said gently

I did waffle, but I knew if I held back that pappa would be raging so slowly I took that rooster into my oral cavity. Again pa instructed me how to do it and then he slowly pushed it further and further into my sass till I almost choked."Breath around it. intimation through your nose."

I did as he said and he pushed further till he was right in my throat. I gagged, I was certain I was going to stifle but he released me slightly and then as I gasped in air he pushed my school principal down ever further. He did this several times until finally his erection was deep in my throat and my wind 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 rhythm he let me do it by myself."soundly girl."he said,"good girl."

It did get well-situated but my pharynx would be sore for ages after. I sensed a modification after a while. The taste of his succus was different and he started to thrust up at me. Then, with a moan he pulled my head up and looked into my optic. His cock was just inside my back talk as he shot his seed into it. My eyes showed shock. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting rooster deep into my pharynx. The penchant of come was unusual. A mixture of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn't have much choice but to swallow most of it but some ran out of my oral cavity and onto my chin. I felt his body completely slack. I lay my head on his leg, his cock still in my mouth till it was flaccid enough to light out. He patted me on the head."fountainhead done my girl. fountainhead done."I smiled.

If I thought it was over I was wrong. After a few minute 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 pegleg up and with a mischievous smile buried his cheek between my leg. The onslaught of his tongue on my clitoris brought me straight back to the edge of climax. My work force went to his heading and urged him on to not bad travail. My orgasm flew up from between my wooden leg and out of my back talk in a long bawling cry of ecstasy. 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 hold them up with my hands. I was almost crumpled double. I could see his rooster, erect, operose and pointing at my throbbing hole. He looked at me as it brushed my pussy brim. I knew, now was the time to opt. If I let him in then there was no going back, ever.

I hesitated only a moment. I looked him in the font, my breathing erratic from the continued coming,"Fuck me daddy. wee-wee me yours."I whispered.

A strange look of triumph crossed his fount as he pushed that rod into his girl's hot pussy. Once in he speeded up and he fucked me hard. My orgasm flew back to liveliness and I was once again lost in it. I felt something brush my rectum. The juice from my wet vagina had lubricated it so when the finger slipped inside that moody yap it went in easily. I was, never the LE, shocked and surprised. But again I was pulled into my orgasm, now enhanced by the rectal stimulation. Then another fingerbreadth joined and wormed its way around in circles. The whole combined feelings drove me almost to insanity. Right till the second papa pulled his cock out of my pussy and brushed it at the fix of my arse. My eyes flew open. So wide it hurt. pa waited for a second and when I didn't say anything his throbbing turncock slid into my bum hole with a seeming plop.

The annoyance was brief, but excruciating, which stupidly enough highlighted the coming that my slit was still going through. Slowly dad pushed More and more of that hard phallus into my arse until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his slight young woman bum hole while he fingered her clit through orgasm. Then my bum started to thrill in beat to his penetration and spirit arose inside me that I couldn't explain until the impossible happened. I orgasmed from my prick filled rectum. conflate with my still throbbing orgasmic twat I was totally lost. I gave myself completely over to it not caring how I looked or sounded. Then, as dada filled my bum trap with his second lode I blacked out.

I awoke some clock 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 coffee from the constantly hot pot. I tried sitting at the breakfast bar but the crapper was too toilsome against my saw rectum so I stood at the patio room access 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 beneficial Logos. Like I had finally achieved something, sexual satisfaction if nothing else. I now knew for certain that my orgasm lowest night was without doubt my first and that Mike would never be capable to satisfy me sexually in the way pappa had. For a starting line his cock was a lot littler than pop. But I couldn't get it out of my brain that what we were doing….No ! What DADDY was doing, was wrong. I also knew that I would not be able to say no to whatever else he wanted to do. Not now and probably not ever.

"So you're awake at last."

The auditory sensation made me leap."How foresighted was I asleep ?"

"Only a couple of time of day. Go and have a bath it will allay some of the soreness."

"Ok."I said

"Don't lock the room access. No interlock doorway when I am here ever."

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

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

"Yes daddy."

I soaked for a while and then got dried and dressed in a fragile white low cut top and a very short bleak flared dame with undefended toed heels. As I looked in the full phase of the moon length mirror I had a mixture of strange tone. The fair sex reflected in the mirror was not me, but it was. I recognised my fount and even my peg but everything in between was someone else. Someone who looked gorgeous but was somebody I would normally accept disliked as a….well….easy I suppose. A slut. I hated that thought but was also excited inside because I knew it would make daddy happy. I went downstairs and into the lounge.

"That's much better."pop said, smiling."face 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 showing you to the world."

That brought about more integrate spirit. Pride that I had pleased him and fear and a lilliputian shame that I was on display for all to see.

Over the next few days that fear and disgrace would almost completely melt. Daddy used me in every way possible as often as possible. I was amazed at his stamina. He taught me how to walk and attract the attending of men without even thinking about it. He displayed me where ever potential and even made me take the air around on my own in town or along the promenade so he could catch me from a distance. 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 come than I could ever dream of. He had even made me sit in the armchair with my ramification spread wide-eyed assailable fingering myself to an coming while he wanked himself off. Shooting his seminal fluid into my face or over my tits. My language had deteriorated to daddy's level as well. But as I waved goodbye to him, his come dribbling down my legs, any assurance I had gained went with him. Now I was alone. The sign was empty, calm down. All that intimate tenseness had gone. I felt some assuagement but near of all I just felt alone.

The juice running down my leg brought me back to life. I went for a shower and put on a release down dress. This was the one exception dad had made from my old wardrobe as long as I only did three buttons up. I chose the three release and he made me cut the eternal rest off. Now the dresses were low enough to show off my white meat and schism enough up the front to almost usher off everything else, but for working around the household they were better than my new apparel and a fair compromise daddy had said.

The rest of the day I just wandered around the sign aimlessly. When I went to bed, alone now that daddy had gone, I decided to let Rosco slumber 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 morning I decided to dampen away as a good deal of the lowest few days 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 English room access to fall it on the line to dry.

As I opened the door Mr Oscar Robertson was standing at his slope door puffing on a cigarette as usual. With his right hand in his pocket. I had seen him several prison term 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 hand running along his erection and the yearner I stood the large that erection became. It was only seconds but I had to make a concerted effort to name my peg move. I walked to the apparel bloodline 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 intemperate not to bet at his hand and failing miserably. I rushed back to the house forcing myself not to bet at him. I closed the room access and put my back to it as I steadied my external respiration. Thankfully the glass was frosted so he couldn't see how he had affected me. Why it had such a knock-down effect I don't know but I could feel my pussy getting wet. He was in all room a repulsive man. Unkempt unshaved and always in shorts and smutty 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 puss. In the end I flopped down on the settee, closed my eye, and allowed my fingers to run down my body, undoing the apparel as they travelled to that throbbing triangle between my legs. I pictured daddy playing with me, fingering me and then kissing my tit, my bellybutton, and on down to my clit. I spread my legs wider to render him better admission. I moaned with delight as his natural language did its study. Delving deeper into my pussy than ever before. I could feel my orgasm rising rapidly, and then realism hit me.

My optic flew open to notice Rosco with his knife avidly licking at the succus flowing from my throbbing hole. I have to include I hesitated. So close to orgasm I wanted to execute the rising need. But no. Not like this. This was just too depraved. I spun round and dropped to my knees putting my spinal column to Rosco."No Rosco."I said.

Next instant I felt a clump on my back as Rosco's straw man manus pushed me forward. His second legs now between my legs I could find 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 strong. He snarled his disapproval at my gesture and the next thing I knew his vertical dick was inside my throbbing hole."Oh God."I moaned,"Rosco. No"I said and again tried to stand up.

Rosco growled again and pushed at my neck with his schnozzle, nipping at me to stay still. I was trapped, and not only by Rosco, his cock was brushing hard against my clitoris. His cock just seemed to keep growing as he pumped rapidly in and out of me, making his unerring journey deeper into my physical structure. My orgasm again started to rise. I thanked god when I felt him occur, thinking that now he would get off me. I later found out that his first ejaculation was only pre seminal fluid, but there was so much of it that it spilled out and ran down my legs.

Then I felt something self-aggrandising than his erecting pushing at my gripe hole. I could find the immense size of it and was terrified it would shoot me apart. Suddenly with a seeming plop, whatever it was pushed past my swollen cunt sassing and was inside me, and still Rosco got bigger and bigger. That knot was now crushing my clitoris driving me finally over the edge into a huge orgasm. He pumped faster and faster and my mother wit went further and further away until I was completely lost in a sequence of speedy fire orgasmic cramp.

Finally Rosco fired his germ into me, it poured from his swollen orb like urine from a tap I could feel it hitting my insides bang belt bang cashbox finally he slowed down and came to a stoppage, his make out running freely from my pussy and down my legs. His pecker was still inside me and each time he tried to pull up out of my sopping pickle he sent me off on yet another orgasm. Finally he flopped out of me and strolled off to his niche. I fell to the story, exhausted and sated like never before. I was so ashamed I cried for ages curled up in a ball on the settee. My cobbler's last intellection before I fell into a restless sleep was"Oh papa. What have you done to me ?"

I woke with a start and it took me a second or so to realise the phone 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 benumbed and the notion of liquidity running down my legs was incisive as was the stickiness I felt from my waist to my toes.

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

"Err about three week time."I said a little throw."Why ?"

"wellspring let me bonk the date and I will get along down a day or so before."

"Ok daddy I will let you know."

"Ok well I will call you before then so remove care baby girl."

Once again I felt the mess sticking to my legs and apparel so decided to take a Bath, and maybe try and sort out my straits out.

I ran the bathroom really hot and stepped into it. Enjoying the warmth on my strained muscles and bruised kitty. As I thought over what had occurred over the last few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. I just got more confused.

I should bear said no to my father fucking me. But without any hesitation I knew that I just didn't want to say no. Although I may have been apprehensive, shocked even. I had to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed what had happened. Maybe mum knew what may happen and that is why she was so exacting. That then of course brought my mind to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even possible for a dog to drub and fuck a human being. But thinking of how that long tongue had made me experience was a turn 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 wrong. I couldn't deny the herculean climax he had given me. And I also had to let in that in reality Rosco using me as his cunt was not much unlike to my Church Father using me as his working girl. Just Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent confusing.

I spent the relief of day just pottering around. Everything just going through my psyche all the time didn't supporter at all. As I went to bed Rosco tried to travel along. I told him to bide but then I hesitated. A flick shot through my judgement 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 bed clothing was still hung out to dry. I was too tired to get some cleanse bedding material so just lay on the bed and fell into a ungratified troublesome sleep.

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

I dived out of bed and grabbed my white dress from the press and ran downstairs looking for the buttons. As I ran outside several thing became obvious.

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

2 ) I was not wearing my Andrew Dickson White dress. I was in fact in a sack chiffon top. As long as a shirt but not long enough to obliterate 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 spot. Mr Oscar Robertson was slowly pulling what was an obvious erection over the top of his shorts. My regard was riveted to it.

Even though my psyche screamed run. I couldn't. I got angrier and furious at myself and at him for doing this to me. Then another crack of nose drops woke me out of my daze and the welkin opened up. A downpour of rain fell down on me. I took a stair towards the washing and then back again, knowing it was too lately. I glared at Mr Oscar Robertson, standing in his doorway courteous and dry with his erection in his hand.

Anger has always been a problem for me. It makes me stubborn. I make skin rash decisions. This fourth dimension was no comfortably. It was his fracture my lavation was soaked. It was his fault I was soaked. I stood in front line of him, no more than four metrical unit away as he stroked that fat putz of his, and it was fat, not overly long but really fat. I opened my pegleg slightly and put my hired man on my pelvis, which of line caused the hem of the top to open up and put my pussy on full display. I undid the release and opened up the top wide.

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

He smiled. Not the least bit flustered. 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 get wise dryer was directly opposite the door which was still open. I spread my stage wide and bent grass over to open the dryer door. My pussy was getting wet at the thought process of making him suffer.

So wet in fact that he had no problem ramming two finger's breadth up my hollow. The suddenness, the unexpectedness of it made me sigh out loud, it should have been a scream surely but it wasn't. He was pumping his fingers into me rapidly, his brass knucks brushing against my clit. He added another finger and with three finger's breadth 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 nipple 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 repulsive lilliputian man"but it just wouldn't come out. Then I felt it, his huge fat shaft brushing my wet throbbing hole. He waited. I said nothing, in fact I wanted to push back onto him but I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. He rammed that laborious fat cock into me as far as it would go and I screamed. Not in pain but in natural state instant orgasm. He didn't attention 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 stupor joined with all those former spirit pouring out of my screaming snatch. My leg turned to jelly, unable to sustain myself. Every prison term he rammed into me he lifted me off the floor and then I came down and then back up again. My kitty-cat was spread as wide as it had ever been and I was completely lost, like a rag dolly unable to manipulate my consistence in any way.

He made no speech sound. Not even when he finally shot his spunk into me. Spurt after spurt of it till it ran down my ramification. Then, as viciously as he had rammed it in he pulled it out. Still in a remorseless climax I slid down the get onto dryer to the flooring, facing him. That fat rooster still throbbing in presence of my case. He brushed it against my lip and I willingly opened my mouth to subscribe him in. He wasn't gentle as he fucked my case. Banging my nous back against the dryer, dazing me. I managed eventually to keep open my top dog still and just let him present 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 out of the question to live with 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 twat sassing and nozzle, running down my chin and over my breasts.

As he backed out of the door I tried to stand up. The chiffon top fell to the storey and I staggered naked to the kitchen and through to the waiting area where I once again collapsed on the floor. Before I could get up Rosco was on me and his tool was in me. As rearing as Mr Oscar Robertson, Rosco was showing me who was Bos in this house. 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 head on the story and let him have his way. And gave myself up to him and that oh so hefty climax. This time there was no trouble getting his knot in and I smiled with pride as I once again took every ounce of my dog's seed into my bitch pussy hole. The last-place thing I remember was thinking,"It seems I can't resist cock. Any cock."I smiled and everything went black.

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