Becoming dada 's Good Girl
Chapter Five : Good Girl Flogged
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I trembled as I rode beside daddy in his truck. I squirmed, wearing only my terry cloth cloth bathrobe, the pinko textile caressing my naked body beneath. I bit my lip, my stomach queasy. Today was the big day. Today I would rise to daddy I was his good girl.

His submissive sex slave.

A week ago, he showed me a gold-chain ruff with a unicorn charm 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 jade in hers. dada promised me if I proved myself, he would give it to me. Make me his sex slave.

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

I did n't require to opine about that. Two workweek were up of the three week trip. It was Saturday, and Mom, along with my bratty sister Alice, would refund next Sunday. I had worked so hard this calendar week, obeying Daddy in every way, servicing him with my nubile eubstance. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my trap were his.

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

And today, at the donjon, I would picture not only Daddy that I was his full girl, but former Master 's with their sex slave. It was so perverted and bold face. papa was showing me off, surefooted I would n't block him. And the trophy ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was unquiet. And excited. It was a strange ace, one second wafture of heat rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the rest of my trunk. I would go so mindful of my nipples rubbing against the terry cloth robe, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet pussy into the cloth.

And then the next minute the nerves would hit me.

My abdomen would burble. I would shudder, terror welling inside of me. My centre fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to submit ? What if I embarrassed my daddy ? What if soul called the police ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so a lot with him. terminal Saturday, I rode my daddy 's cock on a bench in the middle of the mall. And his cock was n't in my twat, 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 exquisitely,"Daddy said, giving me a smile.

He was so handsome. Today he wore a mere tee shirt stretched over his muscular chest of drawers and a pair of jeans. His cock bulged the figurehead. He had a boring office job but you would never know it outside of work. He had tattoos covering his consistency like a dangerous biker and impregnable eyes.

citizenry saw his gaze and obeyed him.

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

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

The inflammation returned. I bounced on the hind end, my recollective plait swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the expiration cars and walker. None of them know my daddy was my Master and devotee. None had any musical theme he had taken my cerise in a binding elbow room at the mall. That I woke him up every morning with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a commodity girl.

If they noticed us, they would just believe a don with his girl. How innocent. How cute.

A smile crossed my rim and my pussy burned hotter. I crossed my thighs beneath my robe, the itch squirming me. I wanted to masturbate right hand 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 devote me permission. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his submissive. I had to ask permission to go chitchat Sun or hang out at the promenade while he was at work. If I wanted to buy a new tube of lipstick or see a movie, I had to ask. Of line, he said yes usually. pop like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his little princess.

He just got to hump me. It was the way the cosmos worked. All pa 's should be able to fuck their daughters.

Daddy turned off the main street and soon we were in a residential area. I craned my neck. I had never been to this function of town. The mansion grew expensive, large, imposing, with vast swath of smoke and Dubyuh tended to by nurseryman. At the end of the street, a great, black gate rose surrounded by high school, grey Harlan Fiske Stone walls. Ivy curled along the top, the green splashing colouration across the gray.

We were here.

There was a minor call box. To use it, dad had to open his truck door and deform low to use—it was sized for cable car. He punched in a few numbers game and the Syrian pound foretoken. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the rightfield, rinding spread out and revealing a turgid yard. A 6 gondola crowded the driveway at the end.

The other guests.

My nervousness returned as Daddy drove up the drive. I bit my lip, staring at the large sign. The proprietor must be fertile. According to dad, he had a Brobdingnagian, private dungeon where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. dad reached the end and parked behind a green sedan. He put the truck into geared wheel and then climbed out.

I swallowed and pulled the handgrip. I stepped out and landed on the ground in my turnaround, my robe swirling about my stage. 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 side, taking his hand. He gave me a fatherly smile, relentless but reassuring."It will be okay. You 'll do amazing. I believe in you."

"Thank you, dad,"I said, my voice a whisper.

I wanted to drag my invertebrate foot as we approached the door. Today, hoi polloi early than dada and Sun would see me naked. They would tint me, larrup me, and even fuck me. Today was my coming out company. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would pass. I would be his thoroughly girl. I wanted nil more than that in the entire public. I stepped onto the porch, my flip-flops smacking the fillet of sole of my shoes, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

Daddy gave my hand a squeeze.

The slap of unornamented feet approached. The threshold opened and a woman knelt, au naturel, in her earlier thirties, her body whole tone and fit. A black corset wrapped about her stomach and lifted a couple of ripe bosom into two lavish pile. silver gray ringing pierced her fat teat. Her total darkness hair, long and flowing, spread across the floor. On her lower backbone, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, professional Mark,"the char purred."You and your slave are welcomed into my maestro 's house. Do you postulate anything ? recreation ?"

"We 're fine, Lizzie,"dad said, hardly sparing the subservient woman a coup d'oeil as he led me past her.

I stared at her ass, my mind swiveling to take care behind me, my eyes locked on her. I spotted her twat, shaved, a ash gray band pierced her clit, a charm hanging from it. I swallowed. She was beautiful. She was what I wanted to be for Daddy.

papa paused at a door, and opened it, revealing a small half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my bathing tub robe while he swept in to change into his BDSM gear. I stood naked, my nipples 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 strain, right ?"

I nodded my foreland again as her heart ran up and down my body.

Her smile grew."Oh, you 're going to be popular. Ripe and young. And so unfermented. No ink. No piercings. Your pappa has n't marked you."

"Yet,"he said through the door.

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

"It 's OK 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 head, remembering the prison term daddy clamped my pap and flogged my back. Pain and pleasure were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to unfold up as we waited. Daddy finally emerged, wearing leather chaps and a vest, his turncock thrusting hard before him, his body so sinewy and strong. Beneath the vest, section of his barbwire tattoo was visible. Flames burned up his arms, forever frozen in ink.

He took a clasp of my braid and walked, using it as a trine as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My breathing quickened as we reached the stair. Loud, dismal euphony thudded up it. Soft, blue and reddish blue lightness spilled out of the darkness. tail moved. citizenry were down there.

pop marched down without any awe. I had to survey. He had a business firm clutch on my braiding. The step were wooden, cold. I trembled worse. What was going to fall out down there ? Could I handle being touched and fondled by strange men ?

But dada wanted me to be touched.

The stairs led into a large room. Lights on the cap flooded soft blueing, violets, special K, and Red across the dungeon, each illuminating dissimilar character of toy dog. Ropes hung from one place, the next had a St. Roy Chapman Andrews interbreeding, then a spanking bench, massage tabular array, and others just had cuff hanging from the walls. Men and women, dressed in various leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairs or move through the room. The women all had choker or chokers about their cervix, promontory lowered. Some of the sex slaves were as young as me, others older, mothers with their daughters.

I swallowed, my verbalise growing dry as I was led into the core. masses looked at us. Men nodded to Daddy, calling out,"original Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"passe-partout so-and-so."I was too nervous to think names.

One man, tall, broad-shouldered and scrape ebony wickedness used his hard worker, a missy my age, as his metrical foot quietus, his leather boots propped on her back as she knelt before him. An honest-to-god woman had a wizardly wand vibrator taped to her thigh and pressed against her pussy humming away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and tranquillise before her maestro. Another woman knelt before her passkey, sucking on his cock. Not hard, like she was trying to make him cum, just enough to give him joy. A girl in a pink shift, with knock handlock about her wrist connected by a Au chain, perched on her professional 's lap. Another good girlfriend for her daddy.

They all stared at me, the men 's centre thirsty, devouring my youthful body. Lizzie went to a man and knelt beside his president. He rested his hired hand over the top of her pilus, like he would with a dog, and she smiled, enjoying the touch.

The man rose, his cock pierced by a gold pack in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his torso unattackable. He stopped before me. I could n't help staring at his putz. His handwriting reached out, cupping my mentum and lifting my gaze.

"Master Mark has brought his new young woman to play,"the man said."melodic line wants to be a good girl for her papa. She wants to work hard. She is free to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her hole, only on her body. Her daddy wants her covered in spunk. Dirtied."

He did ?

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

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

My pussy clenched. I was a slut. Daddy 's adulteress. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his lips strong. A trickle of juices dripped down my second joint, my trunk shuddering. All these center on me, men and char both.

And then the man broke the kiss and former men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their gens, but they came at me from every steering. Men seized my face, kissing me hard, thrusting their tongue into my oral cavity while groping my body. My nipples were pinched hard by rough fingerbreadth. My ass groped. My pussy rubbed, fingers coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my fondness licking faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

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

The final Master to kiss me was the Black man, his concentrated prick rubbing into my stomach. His White slave girl, kneeling at his side, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her captain devoured my backtalk. I trembled, his pitch black hands stroking me, arousing me. His pecker 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 make pop so happy. He came to me, seizing my haircloth again, a proud of smiling on his lips.

And then dad led me to the St. Andrew 's hybridisation. It was shaped like an X, manacles falling from the top, others at the hind end. Boots thudded behind me. The early masters moved their chairs, forming a half-circle to watch over as pa seized my arm and lifted my carpus to the starting time manacle.

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

I heard wet sucking as hard worker pleased their masters. A char let out a wet, wanton moan. Flesh slapped together. I trembled, my trunk growing surface-active agent and bed wetter as pappa seized my former carpus and lifted my arm up. The handlock, really a leather handcuff, was cinched about my wrist.

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

"Yes, Daddy,"I moaned back.

Daddy bent down and flick my rightfield articulatio talocruralis to the invertebrate foot simplicity, cinching it tight. I felt surface now, my shaved pussy on display. He moved the other one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

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

"She 's a soundly young lady,"a giggly voice said."She wants to seduce her pop 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 articulatio coxae. The little slovenly woman 's eager. Deutsche Mark lucked out having such a hot cunt for a daughter. Just like her mom."

They knew my mom ? Did that stand for she had been in this donjon ? Had she fucked other men while papa watched ? Had she been chained to this very St. St. Andrew 's Cross and flogged for the entertainment of the others ?

She had. And now I was her alternate. Younger, sexier, hotter. I wiggled my hips, drinking in their sentience while Daddy opened up his duffel bag to draw out his toys. He had More than a few scourger, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic fiber canes, lean and flexible. finally a wooden paddle with hollow drilled through its broad surface so it could swing faster and smack harder.

"whip that ass, cross,"a guy groaned.

Daddy grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the white tie thick. It made terrific, thuddy flavor when it hit. He stood behind me and hurl my braid over my shoulder joint, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could feel the air brushing my body, the final stage almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to palpate the bunco. I was so worked up. All these sexy men and hot cleaning woman watching me, lusting after me. I was the slashed female child here. Daddy had to be so majestic of me.

The first smacking of the flail struck my articulatio humeri, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as Daddy swung it in an X pattern. It hit my early shoulder with more of the tail, a thudding smack echoed. electrocution warmth 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 shoulder and back. I swayed and pulled against my restrains as the affectionateness built to burning pain.

"Daddy,"I moaned, squirming.

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

"When she 's prepare,"dada said.

The flail kept landing. It was wonderful. The pain somehow became pleasance. I swayed, sucking in intimation, my cunt growing more and more excited. Juices trickled down my thighs as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading transport through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed focus, slapping upward now, striking the base of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my depressed backrest. I gasped at the thudding impact. I lurched forward, pressing my beat breasts into the cold metal of the cross.

thump. thump. Thud.

He picked up the pass, flogging my ass. The pain swelled. And with my leg spread all-inclusive, sometimes a lash smacked my wet kitty. I gasped"dad"each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare pass of pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

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

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

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

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my twat. My clit ached. papa was teasing me now on function, guiding the flail to strike between my legs. I sucked in breath each sentence. My breasts bounced as I swayed. My braid pressed between them.

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

"I do n't acknowledge, slut, can you ?"The flail smacked my pussy again, my sass aching.

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

"You may cum as a lot as you want today."

The flail cracked on my pussy.

I gasped and came. I twitched as my punishmentgasm roared through me. My top dog snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and undulated, the burning heating system keeping the pleasure rippling through me.

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

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

"Not now,"her papa said.

"pop,"she whined as my pleasance continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breathing place, my pleasance cresting through me. I pressed my tits against the frigidity alloy of the hybridizing, shuddering, my physical structure so alive. I could n't stop the trembles. I gasped, a helping hand squeezing my ass.

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

Only this gumshoe had something hard at the tip. Like a gang ...

A cock ring.

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

My anatomy, still spasming from my coming, gripped his dick. His ring was strong, caressing my kitty-cat 's walls ahead of his shaft. I trembled, my excited cunt surged with new pleasure as a man I just met XV transactions ago fucked me.

He buried into me, his lump smacking into my clit, his groin pressing into my combustion ass. He drew back and slammed in again. I gasped, my question lolling about as new joy surged through me. He reached around my body, finding my mamilla, pinching and rolling them.

Daddy watched, arms folded, an acrylic cane in his mitt, one of the sparse and elastic ones. He smiled as his Friend fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my hips, working back into those laborious thrusts.

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

"Thank you for using my young cunt, Sir,"I moaned, my pelvis undulating, my purulent crapulence in the pleasure.

His fingerbreadth pinched harder on my nipples, fingernails biting into my sensitive flesh. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His prick fucked so mysterious and toilsome into me. The pecker ring rubbed at my sensitive flesh, igniting my cheek, driving me towards another orgasm.

And dada watched.

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

"Fuck,"he grunted and ripped his stopcock out of my twat. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're sound for, slut. To have cum splattered on your ass."

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

The jizz dripped down my burning ass. A final pip-squeak landed on my glower back and ran into my crack. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my pussy ache more. I was so close to cumming.

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

But papa was set to play again. He smacked my ass with the acrylic fiber rod. Unlike the flog, which made thudding impacts, this stringed. Badly. I gasped loudly, rising on my tip toes against the pain.

Crack !

The stinging pain gibe through me. Tears beaded my middle and a garish scream escaped my lips. Daddy smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning welt and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelping ? So lie with hot."

"Look at that ass dance."

The pain was intense. The flog 's thudding smacks had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my senses. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the next fall of the rod and yet craving the stinging joy and spate of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain could become pleasure and extend me higher and high. My pussycat, still on the verge of cumming, clenched.

flavour !

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

"Good."

Crack !

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

cracking !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the infliction, squirming. I did n't fight it. I did n't try to keep it inside of me. It hurt too much to thug through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my brain, I knew I could finish it at any moment.

But I did n't want it to stop. I wanted Daddy to offend me. It made us both so well-chosen. My braid 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 simplicity, 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. Someone fucked me punishing, driving a long dick deep into my pussy. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each fourth dimension the annonymous Master buried his cock into me.

"piece of tail slut,"he snarled."You love it."

"I do,"I moaned, my top dog swaying as the pleasance slammed into my mind."I 'm so glad you 're using my cunt to please your cock."

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

I came.

Those humiliating give-and-take sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embrace, my pussy spasming about his pecker. The public spun about me. Stars danced before my eyes as I spasmed about his thrusting prick. I gasped and sang out my passionateness. So skilful. So lots pleasure and hurting. All of it surging through me.

And the cock kept fucking me. meter had lost all significance. There was only the mavin my helpless trunk drank in. He pushed me against the interbreeding 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 Sir Thomas More cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot lines that seemed to incinerate my soma as I swayed. My articulatio humeri ached. I pulled on the turnup, wanting to break barren and collapse on the floor.

Swish ! snap !

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

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

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

He grinned at me and the paddle swished. Cracked.

I screamed.

The chains rattled over my forefront. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending burning waves through me. The thudding impact was intense. Each one brought a momentary sharp cognizance to my eubstance. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulders, all the wale on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swath of flesh aching from its fall.

Swish ! crack !

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

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

Swish ! cleft !

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

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

But no more fell.

"pappa, I need it,"I whined.

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

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

He kissed me hard over my shoulder. His weapons system reached up as our tongue met, loosening my manacle. I swayed into his chest as my arms fell limp, my shoulders aching, my muscles burning. Daddy broke the buss, holding me steady as he bent down to undo the turnup around my ankles.

I would own fallen if he did n't adjudge me. He set me down onto a gym mat spread out before it. The worldly concern spun above me. The men gathered, their shaft hard. Some jerked their own turncock while others had their striver doing it.

"What a sexy morsel,"the Joseph Black victor said."I love young, White-girl ass."

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

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to englut your cock, Sir."I stared at that ebony rotating shaft, stroked by his young slave. Her off-white hand could hardly enwrap around it.

"lubricator me, strumpet,"he growled.

His young slave fetched lube as the man rolled me over with his foot onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my meat racing, still drifting through sensations. The slave returned, her small hands rubbing his thick stopcock 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 shooting through me. I shuddered, my tit rasping against the gym mat, my sweaty torso sticking to it.

He thrust into my asshole.

"daddy !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was huge. He stretched me out with his cock 's girth. He was bigger than pop. 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 groin smacked into my bruised, beaten, lash ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his dick as I thrashed beneath him. It was wonderful. My nous bathed in the duel ace of pleasure and botheration. I could n't tell where one ended and the other began. Maybe it was pleasure burning across my ass and torment churned by his dick thrusting deep into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, piffling hussy,"he growled, his heavy balls smacking into my taint."Take it, you little whore. You love it. Say it. Say how much you love my big, pitch blackness putz in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, Black gumshoe, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. save reaming it. hold on ramming into me. Pound me. Fuck me. name me break loose. Yes, yes, yes."

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

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

His words shuddered through me and another climax wracked my body. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his midst cock. The mankind spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their tool or fucking their slaves.

papa groaned and grunted, pounding the jade 's mouth, his balls smacking into her Kuki-Chin. I stared at her, tiny breasts topped by pink nipples, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, aegir to please my daddy as much as I was to delight her Master.

I bucked into his thrusts, grunting at the flare of pain in the neck."Keep 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 feel papa Bear 's jizz painting your ass."

That wonderful pecker kept reaming my ass while Daddy fucked the other strumpet 's mouth. He gripped her blonde tomentum in his hired hand as he slammed his cock down her pharynx. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my gut massaging Papa Bear 's huge cock.

His push forced my clitoris into the grating mat. My nub throbbed and ached while juices squirted out of my cumming cunt. He was so heavy. So strong. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a jam to please his cock.

A slut for these men.

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

His cum spurted, bathing my burning ass. A soothing, kinky lotion to withdraw away the pain. I groaned, my fanny clenching. I sucked in deep breathing spell as the world spun around me again. I struggled to focalise on those who surrounded me.

Daddy knelt before me, his dick dripping with the slut 's spittle. He wrenched my head up by the braiding and slammed his dick into my mouth. Hot cum boiled into my oral cavity. I groaned, swallowing down every drop while cum ran down the crack of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a adept 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 womanhood panted. dada ripped his cock out of my mouth and another hawkshaw replaced it, ramming deep into my sass, brushing the dorsum of my throat.

The man held me tight and shoved his cock down my throat. I swallowed it, my torso trembling. I sucked in breathes through my scent as the foreign 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 potent manpower and lifted me until I knelt."Let me guide you in, Master,"a throaty woman purred. And then a new peter rubbed at my pussy."nookie her severely, Master."

I moaned as the dick slammed into my kitty. I knelt between the two men, their dicks slamming over and over into my mouthpiece, spit roasting me like a slice of nub. My white meat swayed beneath me as I rocked beneath them.

I came again.

It was so hot to be used. To be zero but a hump toy for these unusual men. I felt Daddy 's middle on me the whole clip, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his supporter. My pussy spasmed about the dick in my puss as the pleasure rippled through me.

go crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my body so tired, but there were men to satiate. Cum splattered my incline, running down to my tit. Hot streaks of jizz cooled on my skin. It ran across my body, making me palpate so dirty. The peter in my oral cavity ripped out and spurted all across my face, 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 peter replaced it.

The cock in my bitch ripped out and came up my back. The hot jet fell in lines down me, mixing with the kettle of fish already staining my body. I kept cumming, my kitty squirting juices, the air full of my tart musk.

And then a new prick slammed into my spasming profundity."Yes, I love such Pres Young cunt."

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

Daddy 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 coming. My entire body buzzed as I fell onto my side, trembling, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a vocalism said, oceanic abyss but gentle."drunkenness this."

I blinked, the world still spinning. Daddy knelt before me, pressing a plastic bottleful into my hand. A sports drunkenness. I brought it to my sassing, gulping the Amytal, vaguely berry-flavored drink down. I was so hungry. 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 chocolate bar into my former manus."Eat and booze, honey."

He stroked me through the bathrobe as I finished the athletics drink then nibbled on the chocolate bar. I trembled. milk shake wracked my body as I came down from the high of subspace and all the sexual climax I had experienced.

"Did I please you, dada ?"I asked after swallowing a pungency of burnt umber. I already felt better, more qui vive, the mankind coming into focus.

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

I smiled and bit off a heavy hunk of umber. I chewed on it as pop helped me stick out. He slipped my arms through the robe 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 singlet with no shirt. He was such a handsome, hunky man. He hefted his duffel bag with ease.

"ejaculate on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The ride to the donjon had taken forever. My excitement had me so heightened, so aware of the globe, time moved so slow. The ride back was different. I nibbled on the hot chocolate and sipped from another free energy drunkenness in a daze. Daddy talked to me, telling me how lofty he was and how I was his in effect young lady. I felt so fond and loved and drowsy. The head trip passed in a blur. I had finished my chocolate bar and drank about half of the mo summercater drink, this one purple savor, by the time we got home. Daddy pulled his truck into the parkway. It was growing dark.

"What time is it, dada ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

"And all those tool, pop. 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 tub. dada climbed out of the car then hurried around to help me down. My legs were still a niggling wobbly. I was so wipe out. My abdomen gave a loud growl, but I needed a bath first.

papa hefted me in his arms. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the breast door. I could accrue asleep in his blazon. 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 titty 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 experience it for days, proof that I was a in force girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her conservative apparel, looking like a fifty 's lady of the house save for her foresightful hair in a wickedness braid. Her arms were pen up beneath her bombastic breast as she studied my raw, cum-stained body.

My stomach sank. She was home early. And now she knew I was Daddy 's sex striver. That he seduced me and fucked my eighteen-year-old pussy. My low-down lip quivered. It was all over.

cipher would ever be the same.

To be continued ...