Becoming Daddy 's good Girl
Chapter fin : Good Girl Flogged
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

I trembled as I rode beside Daddy in his hand truck. I squirmed, wearing only my Dame Alice Ellen Terry cloth bathrobe, the pink cloth caressing my nude body beneath. I bit my lip, my tum nervous. Today was the big day. Today I would shew to Daddy I was his good girl.

His subservient sex slave.

A hebdomad ago, he showed me a gold-chain choker with a unicorn magical spell dangling on it. We were at the mall with my BFF Sun. The two of us had remote control sex toys inside of us, a vibrator in my pussy and a butt plug in hers. Daddy promised me if I proved myself, he would return it to me. Make me his sex slave.

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

I did n't require to cogitate about that. Two weeks were up of the three calendar week stumble. It was Saturday, and Mom, along with my bratty sister Alice, would render next William Ashley Sunday. I had worked so hard this week, obeying Daddy in every way, servicing him with my nubile body. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my yap were his.

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

And today, at the dungeon, I would designate not only pappa that I was his unspoilt girl, but other captain 's with their sex striver. It was so kinky and bold. dad was showing me off, convinced I would n't stymy him. And the plunder ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was nervous. And excited. It was a strange adept, one minute wave of heat rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the relaxation of my organic structure. I would suit so mindful of my nipples rubbing against the terry fabric robe, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet pussy into the cloth.

And then the next instant the nerves would hit me.

My stomach would bubble. I would thrill, panic welling inside of me. My heart fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to subject ? What if I embarrassed my daddy ? What if somebody called the police ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so lots with him. last-place Saturday, I rode my daddy 's hammer on a bench in the midriff of the shopping mall. And his dick was n't in my twat, but my asshole. I squirmed and shuddered, fucking him while Sun provided a beguilement for us. It was so risky.

I did that. I could do this.

"You 'll be ok,"Daddy said, giving me a smile.

He was so handsome. Today he wore a simpleton T-shirt stretched over his brawny chest of drawers and a pair of jean. His cock bulged the figurehead. He had a tiresome office job but you would never know it outside of work. He had tattoos covering his body like a life-threatening biker and strong eyes.

People saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my life. She was his sex slave, but he must give birth grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my barely legal bitch tighter. She had twins, my brattish Sister and me. Her trunk was getting old. She could n't compete with me. I was the new model.

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

The excitement returned. I bounced on the seat, my recollective twist swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the qualifying cars and pedestrians. None of them recognise my daddy was my master key and lover. None had any estimate he had taken my cerise in a medical dressing room at the mall. That I woke him up every morn with a cock sucking and swallowed all of his cum like a good girl.

If they noticed us, they would just think a founder with his daughter. How innocent. How cute.

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

Especially cumming.

I was his submissive. I had to ask permit to go confab Sun or hang out at the shopping center while he was at study. If I wanted to buy a new thermionic vacuum tube of lipstick or see a movie, I had to ask. Of form, he said yes usually. dada like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his little princess.

He just got to do it me. It was the way the earthly concern worked. All Daddy 's should be able to screw their daughters.

papa turned off the main street and soon we were in a residential field. I craned my cervix. I had never been to this part of township. The houses grew expensive, large, imposing, with immense swaths of grass and chaparral tended to by gardeners. At the end of the street, a large, black gate rose surrounded by high, gray-headed Harlan Stone walls. Ivy curled along the top, the honey oil splashing people of colour across the gray.

We were here.

There was a belittled birdsong box. To use it, Daddy had to give his truck door and bend low to use—it was sized for cars. He punched in a few number and the pound planetary house. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right, rinding open and revealing a large yard. A half-dozen cable car crowded the driveway at the end.

The other guests.

My nerves returned as Daddy drove up the driveway. I bit my lip, staring at the expectant theatre. The owner must be full-bodied. According to papa, he had a huge, private donjon where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. Daddy reached the end and parked behind a unripened sedan. He put the truck into gear and then climbed out.

I swallowed and pulled the handle. I stepped out and landed on the ground in my alternate, my robe swirling about my ramification. He grabbed his duffle bag bag—holding his plaything, the collection of BDSM gear from the house—and slung it over his shoulder with ease.

I moved to his incline, taking his hand. He gave me a fatherly smiling, stern but reassuring."It will be okay. You 'll do amazing. I believe in you."

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

I wanted to drag in my invertebrate foot as we approached the door. Today, people early than pa and Sun would see me naked. They would impact me, spank me, and even fuck me. Today was my coming out party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would top. I would be his good girl. I wanted zero more than that in the entire man. I stepped onto the porch, my flip-flops smacking the soles of my shoes, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

Daddy gave my hand a squeeze.

The slap of bare foot approached. The door opened and a woman knelt, nude, in her earlier thirties, her consistency tone and fit. A black stays wrapped about her abdomen and lifted a pair of right breast into two lucullan pitcher. Silver anchor ring pierced her fat nipples. Her black hairsbreadth, long and flowing, cattle ranch across the floor. On her get down back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, original Deutschmark,"the charwoman purred."You and your slave are welcomed into my professional 's house. Do you take anything ? refreshment ?"

"We 're fine, Lizzie,"papa said, hardly sparing the submissive charwoman a glance as he led me past her.

I stared at her ass, my head swiveling to expect behind me, my eyes locked on her. I spotted her snatch, shaved, a ash gray ring pierced her clitoris, a charm dangling from it. I swallowed. She was beautiful. She was what I wanted to be for Daddy.

pop paused at a door, and opened it, revealing a small half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my tub robe while he swept in to vary into his BDSM gear. I stood defenseless, my mammilla hard.

"Are you excited ?"the submissive asked, walking over to me, her good luck charm, dangling from her clitoris, swayed between her thighs and caught the light.

I nodded my head.

"It 's line, right ?"

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

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

"Yet,"he said through the door.

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

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

I nodded my drumhead, remembering the times Daddy clamped my nipples and flogged my backrest. pain in the ass and pleasure were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to open up as we waited. daddy finally emerged, wearing leather chap and a undershirt, his shaft thrusting strong before him, his organic structure so powerful and hard. Beneath the vest, contribution of his barbed wire tattoo was visible. flaming burned up his arms, forever frozen in ink.

He took a hold of my braid and walked, using it as a trey as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My breathing quickened as we reached the stairs. Loud, dark music thudded up it. Soft, bluing and violet lights spilled out of the darkness. tail moved. People were down there.

Daddy marched down without any awe. I had to follow. He had a unfaltering grip on my twist. The stairs were wooden, cold. I trembled worse. What was going to bechance down there ? Could I plow being touched and fondled by strange men ?

But Daddy wanted me to be touched.

The stairs led into a large room. twinkle on the cap flooded soft Amytal, violets, special K, and bolshy across the keep, each illuminating different character of toys. Ropes hung from one station, the adjacent had a St. Andrews crisscross, then a spanking bench, massage tables, and others just had manacles hanging from the wall. Men and fair sex, dressed in versatile leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairs or proceed through the room. The women all had collars or throttler about their neck opening, point lowered. Some of the sex striver were as young as me, others older, mother with their daughters.

I swallowed, my utter growing dry as I was led into the snapper. People looked at us. Men nodded to Daddy, calling out,"Master Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"victor so-and-so."I was too nervous to think back names.

One man, tall, broad-shouldered and skin ebony tree dark used his slave, a girl my age, as his foot respite, his leather boots propped on her back as she knelt before him. An older woman had a wizard verge vibrator taped to her second joint and entreat against her puss hum away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and quiet before her Master. Another adult female knelt before her skipper, sucking on his rooster. Not hard, like she was trying to make him cum, just enough to gift him pleasure. A young woman in a pink teddy, with pink manacle about her wrists connected by a amber Ernst Boris Chain, perched on her master copy 's lap. Another beneficial missy for her daddy.

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

The man rose, his cock pierced by a amber gang in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his trunk strong. He stopped before me. I could n't avail staring at his prick. His mitt reached out, cupping my chin and lifting my gaze.

"Master Mark has brought his new young lady to take on,"the man said."Melody wants to be a good young woman for her Daddy. She wants to work hard. She is devoid to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her maw, only on her body. Her daddy wants her covered in spunk. Dirtied."

He did ?

I trembled as the cock throbbed so operose before me. What would it be like to feel a peter pierced with a halo fucking me ? papa wanted me to be used by these men, so it was okay for me to lust after them. To enjoy what would come about today.

"Let 's all welcome Melody,"the man said, bending down, his lips nearing mine,"before the jade 's a complete mess."

My pussy clenched. I was a strumpet. pa 's fornicatress. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his lip strong. A dribble of juices dripped down my thighs, my body shuddering. All these eyes on me, men and women both.

And then the man broke the kiss and early men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their gens, but they came at me from every counsel. Men seized my font, kissing me severe, thrusting their tongues into my mouth while groping my dead body. My nipples were pinched hard by rasping fingers. My ass groped. My pussycat rubbed, fingerbreadth coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my bosom beating faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

And daddy watched, his blazon folded, his eyes hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to blurt out my safe word—red light—and end the entire consequence. But I would n't. I would bear witness to him that I was his slave.

The final professional to kiss me was the Black man, his hard dick rubbing into my abdomen. His White hard worker girl, kneeling at his English, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her master devoured my mouth. I trembled, his ebony handwriting stroking me, arousing me. His dick was thick.

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

And then Daddy led me to the St. St. Andrew 's crossbreed. It was shaped like an X, manacles falling from the top, others at the derriere. thrill thudded behind me. The other masters moved their electric chair, forming a half-circle to watch as Daddy seized my arm and lifted my wrist to the first manacle.

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

I heard wet sucking as hard worker pleased their masters. A cleaning lady let out a wet, wanton moan. material body slapped together. I trembled, my eubstance growing wetter and wetter as pappa seized my early wrist joint and lifted my arm up. The manacle, really a leather cuff, was cinched about my wrist.

"You make, dear ?"daddy whispered, pressing against me.

"Yes, pa,"I moaned back.

Daddy bent down and yank my right ankle to the foot restraint, cinching it tight. I felt clear now, my shaved pussy on exhibit. He moved the other one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

"facial expression at the trollop drip,"a man boomed."She 's eager to be flogged."

"She 's a expert girl,"a giggly voice said."She wants to make her papa happy."

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

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her hips. The little adulteress 's eagre. target lucked out having such a hot cunt for a daughter. Just like her mom."

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

She had. And now I was her replacement. untested, aphrodisiac, hotter. I wiggled my pelvic girdle, drinking in their ace while dada opened up his duffel bag to force out his toys. He had more than a few floggers, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic canes, slender and flexible. survive a wooden paddle with jam drilled through its blanket surface so it could swing out faster and smack harder.

"lash that ass, soft touch,"a guy groaned.

pappa grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the tails thick. It made wondrous, thuddy smacks when it hit. He stood behind me and threw my twist over my berm, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could finger the air brushing my body, the goal almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to feel the confidence trick. I was so excited. All these sexy men and hot char watching me, lusting after me. I was the emasculated girl here. papa had to be so lofty of me.

The first-class honours degree slap of the flail struck my shoulder, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as pappa swung it in an X pattern. It hit my other shoulder with more of the hind end, a thudding slap echoed. burn affectionateness radiated out of my back.

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

"papa,"I moaned, squirming.

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

"When she 's ready,"Daddy said.

The flail kept landing. It was rattling. The nuisance somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in breaths, my pussy growing more and more shake. Juices trickled down my thighs as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading raptus through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

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

thud. thumping. Thud.

He picked up the laissez passer, flogging my ass. The painful sensation swelled. And with my legs spread wide, sometimes a whip smacked my wet pussy. I gasped"Daddy"each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of nuisance transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

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

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

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

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my pussycat. My clitoris ached. Daddy was teasing me now on determination, guiding the flail to strike between my wooden leg. I sucked in breathing time each meter. My breasts bounced as I swayed. My braid pressed between them.

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

"I do n't bang, slut, can you ?"The flail smacked my twat again, my lips aching.

I shuddered, fighting my coming."May I cum, dada ?"

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

The flail cracked on my pussy.

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

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

"Ooh, lucky female child,"the gigglish girl said."Oh, Daddy, can I cum, too ?"

"Not now,"her papa said.

"pa,"she whined as my pleasance continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breather, my pleasance cresting through me. I pressed my tits against the cold metallic element of the Cross, shuddering, my soundbox so alive. I could n't stop the shake. I gasped, a script squeezing my ass.

"pa,"I purred as a hard dick pressed against my pussy.

Only this tool had something hard at the tip. Like a halo ...

A turncock ring.

"You are one hot fornicatress,"the host Master growled before his dick buried into my cunt.

My figure, still spasming from my orgasm, gripped his dick. His ring was toilsome, caressing my pussy 's walls ahead of his shaft. I trembled, my excited cunt surged with new pleasure as a man I just met fifteen arcminute ago fucked me.

He buried into me, his ball smacking into my button, his groin pressing into my burning ass. He drew back and slammed in again. I gasped, my caput lolling about as new delight surged through me. He reached around my consistence, finding my tit, pinching and rolling them.

Daddy watched, arms folded, an acrylic cane in his helping hand, one of the thin and flexible one. He smiled as his friend fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my pelvis, working back into those voiceless thrusts.

"What a cunt,"growled the man, his shaft pounding me, his bulwark smack over and over into my ass. I loved the burning sensation."So sloshed and juicy."

"Thank you for using my young cunt, Sir,"I moaned, my articulatio coxae undulating, my pussy drinking in the pleasure.

His fingers pinched harder on my nipples, fingernails biting into my spiritualist flesh. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His dick fucked so deep and firmly into me. The pecker doughnut rubbed at my spiritualist chassis, igniting my nerves, driving me towards another orgasm.

And dada watched.

I was his good girl. I pleased his admirer. My joy swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every thrust, enjoying my hot, tight, barely legal snatch. I groaned through clenched teeth, trembling.

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

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

The jizz dripped down my burning ass. A final spurt landed on my lower back and ran into my crack. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my slit ache more. I was so confining to cumming.

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

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

fling !

The stinging painful sensation shot through me. bust beaded my heart and a flashy screech escaped my lips. pappa smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning welt and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelps ? So piece of ass hot."

"Look at that ass dance."

The bother was intense. The flog 's thudding sapidity had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my grass. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the side by side fall of the rod and yet craving the burn delight and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the annoyance could go pleasure and carry me higher and higher. My pussy, still on the brink of cumming, clenched.

skag !

"papa !"I hollered."That distress, Daddy."

"Good."

Crack !

"Oh, Daddy, please, please. It hurts. It hurts."

Crack !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the pain, squirming. I did n't defend it. I did n't try to keep it inside of me. It hurt too a great deal to yob through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my point, I knew I could contain it at any here and now.

But I did n't want it to hold back. I wanted Daddy to hurt me. It made us both so glad. My tress slipped over my shoulder and fell down my back again as he played my ass like a drum, smacking the acrylic rod over and over into me.

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

And then the rod stopped and something driving force into me. A cock. somebody fucked me hard, driving a long dick deep into my pussy. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each meter the annonymous Master buried his cock into me.

"fuck slattern,"he snarled."You love it."

"I do,"I moaned, my head swaying as the joy slammed into my judgment."I 'm so gladiolus you 're using my cunt to delight your cock."

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

I came.

Those humiliating words sent me over the bound. I bucked and shuddered in his embracing, my kitty spasming about his cock. The humans spun about me. mavin danced before my eyes as I spasmed about his thrusting cock. I gasped and sang out my passion. So good. So much pleasure and pain. All of it surging through me.

And the cock kept fucking me. Time had lost all meaning. There was only the sensations my helpless body drank in. He pushed me against the crown of thorns as he pounded me, grunting into my ear, using my eighteen-year-old cunt to pleasure his dick.

And then he pulled out of me and more cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot melodic line that seemed to burn down my human body as I swayed. My shoulders ached. I pulled on the cuffs, wanting to break free and collapse on the floor.

Swish ! fling !

I screamed. The wooden control panel with all the mess smacked into my ass hard. I felt my butt-cheek suck into all the muddle as it pulled away with a belittled pop. I swayed, the pain surging through me. My foreland tossed.

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

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

He grinned at me and the paddle swished. Cracked.

I screamed.

The chains rattled over my head. I bucked and convulsed, the nuisance sending burning waves through me. The thudding impact was acute. Each one brought a momentary keen awareness to my organic structure. I felt everything, my burning back and articulatio humeri, all the weal on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swaths of flesh aching from its fall.

Swish ! wisecrack !

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

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

Swish ! quip !

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

"Yes, yes, preserve punishing me, Daddy."

But no more fell.

"daddy, I need it,"I whined.

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

"I do n't worry, Daddy. Punish me."

He kissed me hard over my shoulder. His sleeve reached up as our clapper met, loosening my manacles. I swayed into his chest of drawers as my arms fell limp, my shoulders aching, my muscles burning. dada broke the kiss, holding me steady as he bent down to undo the cuffs around my ankles.

I would bear fallen if he did n't prevail me. He set me down onto a gym mat bed covering out before it. The public spun above me. The men gathered, their prick hard. Some jerked their own cock while others had their striver doing it.

"What a sexy morsel,"the blackamoor passkey said."I love young, White-girl ass."

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

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to ingurgitate your cock, Sir."I stared at that ebony shaft, stroked by his young slave. Her ivory mitt could hardly wind around it.

"Lube me, slovenly woman,"he growled.

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

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

He thrust into my asshole.

"Daddy !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was huge. He stretched me out with his prick 's girth. He was bigger than pa. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so hard. I clenched down on his dick. My bowels burned and then his breakwater smacked into my bruised, stupefy, welt ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his hawkshaw as I thrashed beneath him. It was wondrous. My mind bathed in the duel sense experience of joy and pain. I could n't tell where one ended and the early began. Maybe it was pleasure burning at the stake across my ass and torture churned by his shaft thrusting deep into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, little jade,"he growled, his grave balls smacking into my contamination."Take it, you little whore. You love it. Say it. Say how lots you love my big, Black tool in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, black dick, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. preserve reaming it. Keep ramming into me. ram down me. Fuck me. cause me explode. Yes, yes, yes."

"Ooh, soft touch, what a hot slut you raised. So tight. So eager to please."

"She 's such a good girl,"Daddy groaned while he fucked his stopcock into the eighteen-year-old sex hard worker of the Black man fucking my mouth.

His dustup shuddered through me and another orgasm wracked my body. I thrashed, my gut clenching on his thick stopcock. The public spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their dicks or fucking their slaves.

Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the slovenly woman 's mouth, his orb smacking into her mentum. I stared at her, diminutive breasts topped by pink nipples, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, aegir to delight my dada as much as I was to please her Master.

I bucked into his knife thrust, grunting at the flare of pain sensation."Keep shag my ass, sir. I want you to cum. I want you to be satiated by my body."

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

That fantastic hammer kept reaming my ass while Daddy fucked the early slovenly woman 's sassing. He gripped her blonde hair in his hand as he slammed his tool down her throat. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my bowels massaging pa Bear 's huge cock.

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

A slut for these men.

"Fucking whore,"he groaned and then ripped his pecker out of my ass.

His cum spurted, bathing my burning ass. A soothing, kinky lotion to take away the painful sensation. I groaned, my butt clenching. I sucked in late breaths as the world spun around me again. I struggled to focus on those who surrounded me.

dad knelt before me, his hawkshaw dripping with the jade 's saliva. He wrenched my head up by the braid and slammed his dick into my backtalk. Hot cum boiled into my mouthpiece. I groaned, swallowing down every drop while cum ran down the quip of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a safe girl,"groaned daddy as I swallowed every drop.

Then he let go of me.

More cum flew, splattering across my bare back. It pooled in my spine. Men grunted and charwoman panted. daddy ripped his cock out of my oral fissure and another dick replaced it, ramming deep into my oral fissure, brushing the back of my throat.

The man held me tight and shoved his cock down my throat. I swallowed it, my body trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nose as the strange man pounded my sassing, his testicle smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my hip up with unattackable hands and lifted me until I knelt."Let me conduct you in, master,"a throaty cleaning lady purred. And then a new prick rubbed at my twat."shag her hard, Master."

I moaned as the dick slammed into my pussy. I knelt between the two men, their putz slamming over and over into my back talk, spit roasting me like a small-arm of center. My boob swayed beneath me as I rocked beneath them.

I came again.

It was so hot to be used. To be nothing but a fuck toy for these unknown men. I felt dad 's eyes on me the all time, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his supporter. My puss spasmed about the dick in my cunt as the pleasure rippled through me.

Ecstasy crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my organic structure so tired, but there were men to sate. Cum splattered my position, running down to my chest. Hot streaks of jizz cooled on my skin. It ran across my soundbox, making me sense so dirty. The pecker in my oral fissure ripped out and spurted all across my face, painting me.

"Fucking slut,"the man groaned."Oh, yes, you are such a fairly trollop covered in cum."

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

The cock in my puss ripped out and came up my back. The hot spurts fell in blood down me, mixing with the mess already staining my body. I kept cumming, my snatch squirting juice, the air wax of my tart musk.

And then a new peter slammed into my spasming deepness."Yes, I love such young cunt."

The men used me and the former female child. They painted my body in jizz. It covered me. I swam in a sea of bliss and agony. My ass hurt. They liked to paddle it as they fucked me or rip hard on my plait as they slammed their dicks into my mouth.

pop fucked me once, spurting his incestuous seed deep into my cunt. It ran out of me in a hot flood as someone else fucked my ass again. I lost track of my orgasm. My entire torso buzzed as I fell onto my slope, vibration, lying in a pool of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a voice said, deep but easy."boozing this."

I blinked, the world still spinning. Daddy knelt before me, pressing a shaping bottle into my hand. A sports drink. I brought it to my back talk, gulping the blueness, vaguely berry-flavored drink down. I was so athirst. I tilted it back as I sat up. Daddy wrapped my bathrobe about my shoulders.

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

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

He smiled."You did good."He pressed a hot chocolate bar into my other mitt."Eat and drink, honey."

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

"Did I please you, pop ?"I asked after swallowing a insect bite of chocolate. I already felt better, more warning signal, the world coming into focus.

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

I smiled and bit off a expectant hunk of chocolate. I chewed on it as papa helped me stomach. He slipped my weaponry through the robe then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my body. He had his jean on again, though he still wore his leather vest with no shirt. He was such a handsome, hunky man. He hefted his duffel bag with ease.

"Come on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The ride to the dungeon had taken forever. My excitement had me so heightened, so mindful of the world, time moved so slow. The ride back was unlike. I nibbled on the chocolate and sipped from another energy drink in a stupor. pa talked to me, telling me how proud he was and how I was his good little girl. I felt so warm and do it and drowsy. The trip passed in a fuzz. I had finished my umber bar and drank about half of the second summercater potable, this one purple spirit, by the clip we got home. Daddy pulled his motortruck into the private road. It was growing dark.

"What sentence is it, dada ?"

"Almost nine."

"Six hr ?"I gasped."That 's how longsighted we were playing ?"

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

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

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

"With bubbles ?"I asked.

"Of course, baby."

I beamed, eager for my bubble bath. pa climbed out of the car then hurried around to help me down. My legs were still a trivial wobbly. I was so exhausted. My breadbasket gave a loud growling, but I needed a bath first.

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

I had to be naked inside the house.

I stared down at my round breasts and stomach, streaked with silver, the drying cum flacking off of me. My ass burned so bad. I poked back there and winced. I was bruised and welted. I would sense it for solar day, proof that I was a unspoilt girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her conservative dress, looking like a L 's housewife save for her long hair in a night braid. Her branch were folded beneath her large breasts as she studied my defenseless, cum-stained body.

My breadbasket sank. She was home betimes. And now she knew I was pappa 's sex slave. That he seduced me and fucked my eighteen-year-old kitty. My humiliated lip quivered. It was all over.

zilch would ever be the same.

To be continued ...