Becoming daddy 's goodness girlfriend
Chapter quintet : Good Girl Flogged
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I trembled as I rode beside Daddy in his truck. I squirmed, wearing only my terry cloth bathrobe, the garden pink cloth caressing my naked eubstance beneath. I bit my lip, my stomach nervous. Today was the big day. Today I would prove to Daddy I was his good girl.

His submissive sex slave.

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

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

I did n't want to think about that. Two calendar week were up of the three week trip. It was Sabbatum, and Mom, along with my brattish sister Alice, would return next Sunday. I had worked so hard this calendar week, obeying pa 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 holes were his.

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

And today, at the keep, I would show not only Daddy that I was his good girl, but other passkey 's with their sex slave. It was so far-out and bold face. dad was showing me off, confident I would n't embarrass him. And the prize ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was nervous. And excited. It was a unknown sensation, one minute waves of heat rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the sleep of my consistency. I would become so mindful of my nipples rubbing against the terry textile robe, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet slit into the cloth.

And then the next minute the nerves would hit me.

My belly would bubble. I would shudder, scare welling inside of me. My heart fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to submit ? What if I embarrassed my papa ? What if someone called the law ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so much with him. Last Saturday, I rode my daddy 's peter on a bench in the centre of the center. And his prick was n't in my pussy, but my asshole. I squirmed and shuddered, fucking him while Sun provided a distraction for us. It was so risky.

I did that. I could do this.

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

He was so handsome. Today he wore a dewy-eyed t-shirt stretched over his muscular chest and a yoke of blue jean. His cock bulged the front. He had a boring office job but you would never screw it outside of workplace. He had tattoos covering his body like a life-threatening biker and strong eyes.

multitude saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my life. She was his sex slave, but he must have grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my barely effectual pussy tighter. She had twins, my bratty Sister and me. Her body was getting old. She could n't contend with me. I was the new model.

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

The turmoil returned. I bounced on the hind end, my yearn braid swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the passing automobile and pedestrians. None of them knew my daddy was my master and lover. None had any idea he had taken my cherry tree in a bandaging way at the plaza. That I woke him up every morning with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a practiced girl.

If they noticed us, they would just retrieve a Father-God with his girl. How clean-handed. How precious.

A smile crossed my sassing and my pussy burned hotter. I crossed my thigh beneath my gown, the itching squirming me. I wanted to fuck off rightfulness here and now. dad would get mad, not because I was masturbating in his truck—which I had before while we drove—but because he did n't collapse me permission. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his submissive. I had to ask permission to go visit Sun or hang out at the mall while he was at body of work. If I wanted to buy a new thermionic tube of lip rouge or see a movie, I had to ask. Of course, he said yes usually. Daddy like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his picayune princess.

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

Daddy turned off the primary street and soon we were in a residential expanse. I craned my neck. I had never been to this part of town. The houses grew expensive, turgid, imposing, with huge swath of grass and Bush tended to by gardeners. At the end of the street, a large, shameful gate rose surrounded by gamey, Asa Gray stone walls. Ivy curled along the top, the K splashing color across the gray.

We were here.

There was a small-scale birdsong box. To use it, dad had to spread his truck doorway and bow low to use—it was sized for motorcar. He punched in a few numbers and the quid sign of the zodiac. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right, rinding open and revealing a tumid yard. A half-dozen cars crowded the driveway at the end.

The other guests.

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

I swallowed and pulled the hold. I stepped out and landed on the priming in my flip-flops, my robe swirling about my leg. He grabbed his duffel bag—holding his toys, the collection of BDSM gear from the house—and slung it over his shoulder with ease.

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

"Thank you, daddy,"I said, my representative a whisper.

I wanted to drag my feet as we approached the doorway. Today, multitude former than dada and Sun would see me naked. They would touch me, spank me, and even bonk me. Today was my coming out political party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

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

papa gave my hand a squeeze.

The smacking of bare metrical unit approached. The door opened and a woman knelt, naked, in her earlier thirties, her physical structure timbre and fit. A black girdle wrapped about her abdomen and lifted a yoke of ripe breasts into two lucullan cumulation. Silver rings pierced her fat nipples. Her black hair, long and flowing, spread across the floor. On her depleted back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, sea captain Deutsche Mark,"the woman purred."You and your hard worker are welcomed into my lord 's house. Do you ask anything ? refreshment ?"

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

I stared at her ass, my head swiveling to look behind me, my eyes locked on her. I spotted her pussy, shaved, a silver ringing pierced her clit, a charm dangling from it. I swallowed. She was beautiful. She was what I wanted to be for Daddy.

Daddy paused at a doorway, and opened it, revealing a pocket-size half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my bath gown while he swept in to change into his BDSM gear. I stood naked, my pap hard.

"Are you excited ?"the submissive asked, walking over to me, her charm, dangling from her clit, swayed between her thigh and caught the light.

I nodded my head.

"It 's line, right ?"

I nodded my headway again as her oculus ran up and down my body.

Her grinning grew."Oh, you 're going to be democratic. Ripe and Young. And so fresh. No ink. No piercings. Your dad has n't marked you."

"Yet,"he said through the door.

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

"It 's okay to be a picayune 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 capitulum, remembering the clock time pa clamped my mamilla and flogged my back. botheration and pleasure were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to open up as we waited. Daddy finally emerged, wearing leather chaps and a vest, his cock thrusting hard before him, his body so muscular and unassailable. Beneath the vest, region of his barbed wire tattoo was seeable. flaming burned up his arms, forever frozen in ink.

He took a hold of my braid and walked, using it as a leash as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My external respiration quickened as we reached the stair. Loud, dour music thudded up it. Soft, blue and violet lights spilled out of the duskiness. Shadows moved. the great unwashed were down there.

Daddy marched down without any awe. I had to follow. He had a firm clutch on my plait. The stairs were wooden, cold. I trembled worse. What was going to encounter down there ? Could I manage being touched and fondled by strange men ?

But Daddy wanted me to be touched.

The stairs led into a large room. Light Within on the ceiling flooded sonant blues, violet, greens, and Marxist across the donjon, each illuminating dissimilar type of toys. R-2 hung from one station, the adjacent had a St. Roy Chapman Andrews Cross, then a spanking bench, massage tables, and others just had manacle hanging from the rampart. Men and women, dressed in various leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairwoman or make a motion through the room. The fair sex all had collars or neck ruff about their neck opening, head lowered. Some of the sex striver were as Cy Young as me, others older, mother with their daughters.

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

One man, improbable, broad-shouldered and skin sable dark used his slave, a miss my age, as his foundation rest, his leather rush propped on her back as she knelt before him. An erstwhile adult female had a charming scepter vibrator taped to her thigh and pressed against her pussycat humming away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and quiet before her victor. Another woman knelt before her master, sucking on his cock. Not hard, like she was trying to realise him cum, just enough to hold him joy. A daughter in a pink teddy bear, with pink handlock about her wrist connected by a gold chain, perched on her Master 's lap. Another just girl for her daddy.

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

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

"maestro Mark has brought his new girl to play,"the man said."strain wants to be a good girl for her dad. She wants to work hard. She is free to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her holes, only on her consistence. Her daddy wants her covered in spunk. Dirtied."

He did ?

I trembled as the dick throbbed so hard before me. What would it be like to feel a dick pierced with a closed chain fucking me ? Daddy wanted me to be used by these men, so it was okay for me to hunger after them. To enjoy what would happen today.

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

My pussy clenched. I was a slut. dad 's jade. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his back talk secure. A trickle of juice dripped down my thighs, my body shuddering. All these eyes on me, men and women both.

And then the man broke the kiss and other men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their public figure, but they came at me from every direction. Men seized my face, kissing me surd, thrusting their tongues into my mouth while groping my consistency. My tit were pinched hard by rough fingers. My ass groped. My kitty-cat rubbed, digit coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my heart licking faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

And pappa watched, his arms folded, his eyes hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to blurt out out my safety word—red light—and end the entire event. But I would n't. I would prove to him that I was his slave.

The final schoolmaster to kiss me was the black man, his hard gumshoe rubbing into my stomach. His Elwyn Brooks White striver female child, kneeling at his side, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her master devoured my oral cavity. I trembled, his ebony script stroking me, arousing me. His dick was thick.

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

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

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

I heard wet sucking as slaves pleased their Masters. A woman let out a wet, wanton moan. human body slapped together. I trembled, my body growing wetter and wetter as pop seized my other wrist and lifted my arm up. The manacle, really a leather handcuff, was cinched about my wrist.

"You ready, honey ?"Daddy whispered, pressing against me.

"Yes, dada,"I moaned back.

Daddy bent down and yank my redress ankle joint to the foundation constraint, cinching it blotto. I felt open now, my shaved pussy on display. He moved the other one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

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

"She 's a good little girl,"a giggly vox said."She wants to pass water her Daddy happy."

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

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her rosehip. The slight slut 's eager. St. Mark lucked out having such a hot cunt for a daughter. Just like her mom."

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

She had. And now I was her replacement. Younger, aphrodisiac, hotter. I wiggled my hip, drinking in their sensation while pappa opened up his duffle bag bag to pull in out his toys. He had more than a few floggers, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic canes, flimsy and conciliatory. Last a wooden paddle with hole drilled through its across-the-board surface so it could swing out faster and smack harder.

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

pop grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the rear end thick. It made rattling, thuddy slap 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 organic structure, the end almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to feel the sting. I was so aroused. All these sexy men and hot womanhood watching me, lusting after me. I was the cutest girl here. Daddy had to be so gallant of me.

The get-go smack of the flail struck my berm, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as pop swung it in an X approach pattern. It hit my other shoulder joint with more of the tail, a thudding smooch echoed. electrocution warmth radiated out of my back.

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

"Daddy,"I moaned, squirming.

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

"When she 's ready,"Daddy said.

The flail kept landing. It was tremendous. The pain somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in breaths, my pussy growing more and more wind up. succus trickled down my thigh as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins edifice, spreading transport through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

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

clunk. Thud. Thud.

He picked up the laissez passer, flogging my ass. The pain swelled. And with my legs spread all-encompassing, sometimes a whiplash smacked my wet pussy. I gasped"pappa"each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

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

"So much, 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 twat. My button ached. papa was teasing me now on determination, guiding the flail to expunge between my stage. I sucked in hint each time. My breasts bounced as I swayed. My braiding pressed between them.

"Daddy, can I cum ?"I moaned as he smacked my twat again.

"I do n't have it off, slut, can you ?"The flail smacked my pussy again, my sassing aching.

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

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

The flail cracked on my pussy.

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

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

"Ooh, prosperous girl,"the gigglish girl said."Oh, pa, can I cum, too ?"

"Not now,"her Daddy said.

"Daddy,"she whined as my pleasure continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in intimation, my pleasance cresting through me. I pressed my titty against the insensate metal of the crossing, shuddering, my eubstance so alert. I could n't halt the shake. I gasped, a mitt squeezing my ass.

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

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

A cock ring.

"You are one hot loose woman,"the host Master growled before his prick buried into my cunt.

My human body, still spasming from my orgasm, gripped his dick. His ringing was hard, caressing my slit 's bulwark ahead of his tool. I trembled, my excited puss surged with new pleasure as a man I just met 15 minutes ago fucked me.

He buried into me, his orchis smacking into my clit, his jetty pressing into my burn ass. He drew back and slammed in again. I gasped, my head lolling about as new joy surged through me. He reached around my body, finding my mammilla, pinching and rolling them.

Daddy watched, arms folded, an acrylic cane in his hand, one of the slim and flexible I. He smiled as his acquaintance fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my hips, working back into those unvoiced thrusts.

"What a bitch,"growled the man, his prick pounding me, his jetty smack over and over into my ass. I loved the combustion sensation."So tight and juicy."

"Thank you for using my untested snatch, Sir,"I moaned, my hips undulating, my cunt drinking in the pleasure.

His fingerbreadth pinched harder on my tit, fingernails biting into my sensitive flesh. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His dick fucked so cryptical and hard into me. The shaft annulus rubbed at my sensitive flesh, igniting my face, driving me towards another orgasm.

And pappa watched.

I was his dear miss. I pleased his friend. My pleasure swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every driving force, enjoying my hot, tight, barely effectual cunt. I groaned through clenched teeth, trembling.

"fucking,"he grunted and ripped his cock out of my cunt. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're estimable for, adulteress. To accept cum splattered on your ass."

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

The jizz dripped down my electrocution ass. A net spirt landed on my lower back and ran into my offer. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my slit ache more. I was so ending to cumming.

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

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

sally !

The stinging pain shot through me. split beaded my oculus and a gimcrack scream escaped my lips. pa smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a electrocution wheal and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yip ? So make out hot."

"smell at that ass dance."

The pain was vivid. The flog 's thudding big H had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my sentience. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the succeeding spill of the rod and yet craving the stinging pleasure and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain could become pleasure and carry me gamey and high. My pussy, still on the sceptre of cumming, clenched.

flavor !

"Daddy !"I hollered."That suffering, Daddy."

"Good."

Crack !

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

snap !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the pain sensation, squirming. I did n't fight down it. I did n't try to celebrate it inside of me. It hurt too much to tough through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my head, I knew I could stop it at any here and now.

But I did n't want it to block off. I wanted Daddy to spite me. It made us both so glad. My braid slipped over my articulatio humeri and fell down my back again as he played my ass like a drum, smacking the acrylic resin rod over and over into me.

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

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

"shag slut,"he snarled."You love it."

"I do,"I moaned, my head swaying as the pleasure slammed into my creative thinker."I 'm so glad you 're using my cunt to please 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 embrace, my pussy spasming about his stopcock. The world spun about me. Stars danced before my eyes as I spasmed about his thrusting stopcock. I gasped and sang out my cacoethes. So unspoilt. 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 whiz my helpless physical structure drank in. He pushed me against the hybridizing as he pounded me, grunting into my ear, using my eighteen-year-old puss to pleasure his dick.

And then he pulled out of me and more cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot origin that seemed to combust my physique as I swayed. My shoulder joint ached. I pulled on the cuffs, wanting to snap off free and crash on the floor.

Swish ! chap !

I screamed. The wooden panel with all the fix smacked into my ass hard. I felt my butt-cheek suck into all the yap as it pulled away with a small pop. I swayed, the pain surging through me. My heading tossed.

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

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

He grinned at me and the paddle swished. Cracked.

I screamed.

The chains rattled over my caput. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending burning waves through me. The thudding impact was intense. Each one brought a fleeting sharp awareness to my organic structure. I felt everything, my burning back and articulatio humeri, all the wale on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swath of form aching from its fall.

Swish ! Crack !

"papa, yes !"I moaned, lost to the bother and pleasure. It was all the same to me.

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

Swish ! gap !

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

"Yes, yes, keep open punishing me, Daddy."

But no more fell.

"Daddy, I need it,"I whined.

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

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

He kissed me hard over my shoulder. His arms reached up as our natural language met, loosening my cuff. I swayed into his chest as my munition fell limp, my berm aching, my muscles burning. papa broke the kiss, holding me stabilize as he bent down to undo the cuffs around my ankles.

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

"What a aphrodisiacal bite,"the Black sea captain said."I love young, White-girl ass."

"Enjoy her,"dad said."The slut 's set up to be used. She wants more."

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to replete your turncock, Sir."I stared at that ebony shaft, stroked by his new striver. Her tusk hand could hardly wrap around it.

"Lube me, slut,"he growled.

His young slave fetched lube as the man rolled me over with his metrical unit onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my substance racing, still drifting through sentiency. The slave returned, her minor hands rubbing his thick cock with lube.

And then he was on me. He was a huge man. I felt like a doll beneath him. His cock smacked into my ass. I gasped at the surge of pain sensation shooting through me. I shuddered, my nipple 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 putz 's cinch. He was cock-a-hoop than Daddy. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so intemperate. I clenched down on his shaft. My bowel burned and then his mole smacked into my bruised, wash up, whip ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his cock as I thrashed beneath him. It was rattling. My nous bathed in the affaire d'honneur sensations of joy and infliction. I could n't secernate where one ended and the former began. Maybe it was pleasure burning across my ass and suffering churned by his tool thrusting deep into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, niggling adulteress,"he growled, his heavy balls smacking into my taint."Take it, you short whore. You love it. Say it. Say how much you love my big, Black dick in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, total darkness peter, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. keep back reaming it. Keep ramming into me. ram me. piece of tail me. Make me explode. Yes, yes, yes."

"Ooh, Mark, what a hot slut you raised. So mingy. So bore to please."

"She 's such a good girl,"pop groaned while he fucked his pecker into the eighteen-year-old sex slave of the Negro man fucking my mouth.

His give-and-take shuddered through me and another coming wracked my body. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his thick stopcock. The world spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their cock or fucking their slaves.

daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the slut 's mouth, his balls smacking into her chin. I stared at her, flyspeck breasts topped by pink mamilla, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eager to please my pappa as much as I was to please her Master.

I bucked into his drive, grunting at the flair of infliction."support fucking my ass, sir. I want you to cum. I want you to be satiated by my body."

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

That wondrous hammer kept reaming my ass while Daddy fucked the other trollop 's mouth. He gripped her blond hair in his script as he slammed his cock down her throat. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my intestine massaging pa Bear 's vast cock.

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

A adulteress for these men.

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

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

Daddy knelt before me, his pecker dripping with the slut 's spittle. He wrenched my psyche up by the braid and slammed his dick into my mouth. Hot cum boiled into my mouth. I groaned, swallowing down every drop-off while cum ran down the fracture of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a upright little girl,"groaned pa as I swallowed every drop.

Then he let go of me.

More cum flew, splattering across my bare back. It pooled in my spine. Men grunted and women panted. Daddy ripped his shaft out of my mouthpiece and another hawkshaw replaced it, ramming deep into my mouth, 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 mouth, his balls smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my hips up with strong hands and lifted me until I knelt."Let me guide you in, victor,"a throaty fair sex purred. And then a new prick rubbed at my snatch."fucking her hard, Master."

I moaned as the putz slammed into my twat. I knelt between the two men, their dicks slamming over and over into my mouth, spit roasting me like a while of meat. My chest 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 strange men. I felt pa 's eyes on me the whole time, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his friends. My pussy spasmed about the gumshoe in my cunt as the pleasure rippled through me.

hug drug crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my consistence so tire out, but there were men to overindulge. Cum splattered my sides, running down to my titty. Hot streaks of jizz cooled on my skin. It ran across my body, making me palpate so dirty. The stopcock in my oral cavity ripped out and spurted all across my boldness, painting me.

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

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

The cock in my snatch ripped out and came up my back. The hot squirt fell in lines down me, mixing with the mess already staining my physical structure. I kept cumming, my pussycat squirting juices, the air full-of-the-moon of my sporting lady musk.

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

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

dada fucked me once, spurting his incestuous seeded player deep into my pussy. It ran out of me in a hot flood as someone else fucked my ass again. I lost track of my coming. My intact physical structure buzzed as I fell onto my English, shaking, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a part said, bass but aristocratical."potable this."

I blinked, the world still spinning. dad knelt before me, pressing a moldable bottleful into my hand. A sportsman drink. I brought it to my lips, gulping the blue angel, vaguely berry-flavored drink down. I was so thirsty. 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 hand."Eat and salute, honey."

He stroked me through the bathrobe as I finished the sports drink then nibbled on the cocoa bar. I trembled. tremble wracked my physical structure as I came down from the high up of subspace and all the orgasms I had experienced.

"Did I please you, Daddy ?"I asked after swallowing a collation of chocolate. I already felt better, more alert, the world coming into focus.

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

I smiled and bit off a large hunk of chocolate. I chewed on it as pop helped me stand. He slipped my arms through the gown then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my body. He had his dungaree on again, though he still wore his leather undershirt with no shirt. He was such a handsome, hunky man. He hefted his duffle bag with ease.

"come on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The ride to the donjon had taken forever. My fervor had me so heightened, so aware of the world, time moved so slow. The drive back was different. I nibbled on the burnt umber and sipped from another push drink in a stupor. Daddy talked to me, telling me how lofty he was and how I was his good girl. I felt so warm and loved and drowsy. The trip passed in a blur. I had finished my chocolate bar and drank about one-half of the mo play drink, this one purple flavor, by the fourth dimension we got home. pa pulled his truck into the drive. It was growing dark.

"What time is it, dad ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

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

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

"With bubble ?"I asked.

"Of course, baby."

I beamed, eager for my bubble Bath. Daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to facilitate me down. My pegleg were still a little wobbly. I was so exhausted. My stomach gave a cheap growl, but I needed a bath first.

Daddy hefted me in his weapon. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front doorway. I could fall asleep in his weapons system. He had to set me down to unlock the doorway. 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 tum, streaked with silver gray, 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 finger it for days, proof that I was a soundly girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her conservative dress, looking like a fifty 's lady of the house save for her recollective hair in a nighttime braid. Her arms were turn up beneath her large white meat as she studied my naked, cum-stained body.

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

Nothing would ever be the same.

To be continued ...