Abby ( 1 )

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

With a last look at the ferry I turned away from the dock and followed daddy back to the car. I had just seen my husband of six month get on a ferry to Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault where he would startle his new job as a bio grease monkey. Whatever that was.

microphone and I had known each early since too soon schooling but it had only ever been a everyday thing. When mammy died last year I just seemed to drop off it. I don't even know why really. My parents were very strait-laced in their upbringing or maybe I should say my mother was. I can't say that I felt any paternal or maternal feelings from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and daddy. When mummy died suddenly, it hit me quite hard. The sense of freedom just overwhelmed me I suppose. I started going out to saloon and imbibition, not too very much but enough to dim my sound judgment to one of the students who took reward enough to call for my virginity. He hung around long enough for me to realise that all he wanted was sex so I dumped him and remained chaste through out university

Anyway, along came microphone. Soft, gentle, and as Victorian as my parents I suppose. Maybe that's why I felt safe with him. Anyway we got wed six month ago. dad bought us a sign as a marriage ceremony present and then Mike was offered his new job in France. We had only been in the house for a few workweek and it had taken that long to get it dress and cleaned up. Now I would be on my own for a month. That was why I had asked papa to abide for a few days. I hated being on my own More than I hated how small-scale daddy made me experience when he was around. I knew he loved me but he was just so reign, so controlling but at least he would be company for a forgetful while.

"Abby. Abby. Are you awake ?"

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

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

Still only half listening I agreed. He pulled into a pub just outside of township and once inside ordered me a vodka and C. The barkeeper said we would be called once a table was free in the dinning way so we sat down a look to be called.

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

I was shocked but impulse turned my gaze in the focal point daddy was looking. Sitting at the bar was a Pres Young guy in his mid twenties. By his jeans and leather cap he was obviously a biker He smiled at me and I went hopeful red and turned away sharply.

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

"More fool you then"daddy said sharply.

"Daddy…."

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

The case of the offspring man was dropped but I couldn't help thinking about what pa had said and, if I'm honest, I did receive the occasional look to see if he was still looking in my direction. But he must receive left as I couldn't see him. Daddy and I talked casually about aught in particular as we ate our nutrient and then continued on our way home.

It was half past 11 when we got back. We had left a light on so we could see our way in. Rosco our alsatian jumped up at me happily as I walked in and after patting him for a piece I said,"I am going for a quick shower bath papa then I will lay down some tea before I go to bed."

"Ok sweetie."Daddy said softly

I went upstairs, showered and dried myself then put on my nightgown, which buttoned all the way up to my neck and came well below my knee, then donned my dressing gown. As I put the kettle on daddy went up for his shower. Coming back down ten minutes later in his pyjamas, we sat drinking the tea in silence.

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

I raised my middle to look at him,"You will express joy at me."

"Don't be silly."Daddy smiled,"What's the subject ?"

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

"What in bed you mean ?"

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

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

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

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

As I drifted off to sleep my mind wandered off into the ‘ what if ?'What if he gently kissed me on the cervix, and then my berm ? His deal wandering over my breasts sending frisson all over my dead body. His hot kisses continued down, lower and low-pitched till he was gently kissing between my legs. My vagina hungry for more I spread my legs for him as his lingua flicked and found my bud, now throbbing. He knew what he was doing ; the pleasance that ran through my soundbox was like an galvanic jounce every time his lingua brushed my clitoris. I moaned my approval and as the daze got hard I started to arch my articulatio coxae towards his tongue which was now going deeper and deeper into that hot topographic point. All the while his hands were playing with my mamilla, now engorged and concentrated to the tactile sensation. I put my hand on his head and ran my finger's breadth through his hair.

The opinion in my abdomen was like nothing I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to snog my navel, my nipples and then my mouth I responded. I could feel his hard-on knocking at the doorway of my throbbing wet vagina and then he was in. I took a sharp breath as it all felt so real. As he slid his full duration inside me I let out that breathing spell and as he slowly slid that rod in and out of me I responded like never before. The feeling in my breadbasket was growing, getting hard and secure until I knew it was just going to bristle right through my body. That awful champion rose from the pit of my stomach and as it reached my throat my eyes flew open.

In totality mix-up I stared straight at daddy who continued to thrust into me, smiling as he did so. The orgasm didn't stop one little bit and as it exploded from my trunk I screamed,"Daddyyyyyyyyy !"I threw my munition polish his neck and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for smashing incursion. My back arched in that longsighted desperate cry of shocking delight. As dad push faster and harder so did I. Daddy let out a guttural hiss sound as he raised himself up and his optic looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his source, his daddy cum spout into his piffling young lady. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't have stopped it, and I couldn't stop my orgasm from doubling in intensity at the feeling of that liquidness shooting into me. Finally dad stopped and lay still on top of me. My sexual climax drifted away and completely exhausted I must possess drifted of to catch some Z's. intellection of the guy at the pub.

I was woken by a sudden zephyr."Come on sleepy head it's ten o'clock."pappa said.

As I opened my eyes I wondered if it had all been a pipe dream. Realising that I was naked drive that idea right out of my header. I grabbed for the bedclothes to embrace my body.

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

I was totally lost for words. Not only was my forefather admitting that he had sex with me he was totally blasé about it. I felt sick. But not, surprisingly, at what had happened. I felt sick that my vagina was throbbing at the thought. Still trying to cover myself I sipped at the tea, but the thought process of eating just made my belly churn. Daddy sat down in the armchair that we kept side by side to the huge sliding door that led to a balcony where you could look out to sea. He just sat looking at me

"Why ?"I managed finally.

"Hmmm."pappa said,"That's a hard one really. You were very restless as you dozed off. And to be honest as you uncovered yourself and your nightdress rose higher and higher I suppose I just couldn't resist it. Especially once your hands went between your legs. That was it really I just replaced your hands with mine and waited for you to awaken up. Nobody was more surprised than me when you did open your eyes and….Well you didn ‘ t exactly push me away did you ? In fact you took over and think me I don't think you would let let me halt even if I wanted to."

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

daddy stood up,"Get dressed. I think we need to talk."He said walking to the door,"You should bed though that I have no regrets. None whatsoever. And given the opportunity will do it again."And he was gone.

I would care to say I was shocked. But I wasn't. As I showered and dressed I couldn't help but think of that overpowering sexual climax. That feeling of entire pleasure. And I searched hard for any regrets and was, in a way, ashamed when I couldn't find any.

I found daddy in the kitchen, a cup of steaming umber in his handwriting. He poured me a cup and I sat silently diametrical him at the breakfast bar.

"I knew when I woke this morning that I would hold no regrets. I thoroughly enjoyed you last night and, unless you say no, or severalize me to stop, fully intend to do it again. Who buy ‘ s your clothes ?"

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

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

I had learnt at a very early age when papa said do something you did it without interrogative sentence. I grabbed my things and followed him out the door. We travelled for almost an hour in silence and for the succeeding two hours daddy took me from store to lay in buying wearing apparel I would never dream of buying. Ignoring any protestation from me. The shoemaker's last shop class I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a vernal young woman who took my manus and led me into a cubicle in the book binding of the workshop.

"issue me home."I said when I reappeared sometime later. pappa smiled and we made our way home.

"I take it your angry."He said after we had been travelling for a while.

"Angry !"I said,"I have never been so embarrassed in all my animation. How could you ?"

"You had so much hair down there it got into my teeth last Night. I was still pulling it out this morning."He laughed

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

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

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

Without thinking I did as he asked and stood in movement of him."Take your apparel off."

"What ?"

He jumped out of the president and grabbed me by the hair's-breadth. Pulling my face close to his he said,"It is every adult female's job to be available to her man. It is every daughter's job to form her father happy and proud of her. When I tell you to do something you will do it immediately and without question. Is that understood ?"Terrified, I nodded. He released me."Now. fill your clothes off."

With shaking hired man I stripped. Naked I tried to deal my trunk."bread and butter your munition at your side and have got your head up."He said sternly. I did as instructed. Standing behind me he ran his hand down my back over my buttocks to my rosehip. Then over my abdomen and up to my breasts. Every inch of my body was electrified, shocks travelling down to that spot between my legs. I shut my middle and did everything I could to fight the feeling of arousal. By the metre his handwriting reached that triangle I was shaking, and to my total plethora I was very wet.

He moved round to the movement and sat down. Running his hand over the smooth skin of my vagina. I stood shaking. When he ran his finger over the engorged sassing I let out a moan of pleasure."Like it or not,"he said,"Your consistency is made for pleasure, both to move over and encounter. You have a courteous tight prat and your tits are tumid and firm. They stand proud for all to see. These are the principle. While I am here you will never tire out panties or a bra, and will only wear the clothes we bought today. You will only ever wear a bra and your old clothes again when microphone is at family. Is that understood ?"All the time he had been running his finger over my swollen puss, now he slid a digit in.

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

"commodity. I suggest you keep your new clothes in the small room and use it as a walking in wardrobe."He said as he slid another finger inside me. His ovolo was working on my clitoris as he thrust his fingers inside me. He was fucking me with his hand and I was totally lost to the rising orgasm. It was as though last night had broken the dam and mavin ran through my body like flowing water supply. He knew how nigh I was. I couldn't hide it as moans escaped my lips and my body swayed. Then, just as I was on the very border, he stopped. I almost cried.

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

Shocked out of my frenzy I watched as he stood up and stripped naked. From the get-go moment his erection was seeable I couldn't take my eyes off it. I was by no substance an expert on the size of a mans cock. But this was definitely a lot bigger than Mike's. He sat back down."kneeling here."He said pointing at the floor between his legs. My eyes still transfixed on his erecting I did as instructed. He had very lilliputian haircloth around that phallus so I guessed he had trimmed it. He took my hand and placed it on his throbbing cock. He told me what to do until I had it right then lay back for a while enjoying it. I have to admit that I felt quite proud that I had made my dad smile with pleasance. What came next was not so loose. He pulled my chief forward.

"Open your mouth."He said gently

I did hesitate, but I knew if I held back that dad would be tempestuous so slowly I took that cock into my rima oris. Again pappa instructed me how to do it and then he slowly pushed it further and further into my mouth boulder clay I almost choked."hint around it. breath through your nose."

I did as he said and he pushed further till he was right in my throat. I gagged, I was sure I was going to asphyxiate but he released me slightly and then as I gasped in air he pushed my question down ever further. He did this several prison term until finally his erection was deep in my throat and my scent rubbed against his belly. Once I was all the way in he pulled my headland up and down on his erection. As I got into a rhythm he let me do it by myself."Good girl."he said,"Good girl."

It did get easier but my throat would be sore for ages after. I sensed a change after a while. The penchant of his juice was unlike and he started to thrust up at me. Then, with a moan he pulled my head up and looked into my eyes. His cock was just inside my sassing as he shot his come into it. My heart showed shock. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting rooster deep into my throat. The tasting of come was strange. A mixture of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn't have much choice but to swallow most of it but some ran out of my sassing and onto my chin. I felt his body completely relax. I lay my head on his leg, his cock still in my mouth till it was flaccid enough to accrue out. He patted me on the head."fountainhead done my female child. Well done."I smiled.

If I thought it was over I was wrong. After a few transactions daddy got up and put me in the armchair with my legs over one arm while my head rested on the early. He pulled my branch up and with a wicked grinning buried his font between my wooden leg. The onslaught of his tongue on my clitoris brought me straight back to the sharpness of orgasm. My hands went to his head and urged him on to great efforts. My orgasm flew up from between my legs and out of my sass in a yearn wailing cry of ecstasy. I screamed out and cried in euphoric pleasure for what seemed ilk forever. Then it started to subside.

Daddy pulled my peg up and made me hold them up with my hands. I was almost knack forked. I could see his cock, erect, hard and pointing at my throbbing maw. He looked at me as it brushed my pussy lip. I knew, now was the time to choose. If I let him in then there was no going back, ever.

I hesitated only a present moment. I looked him in the boldness, my breathing erratic from the continued coming,"Fuck me daddy. take in me yours."I whispered.

A strange look of triumph crossed his face as he pushed that rod into his girl's hot pussy. Once in he speeded up and he fucked me hard. My orgasm flew back to life and I was once again lost in it. I felt something brush my rectum. The juice from my wet vagina had lubricated it so when the finger slipped inside that darkest hole it went in easily. I was, never the lupus erythematosus, shocked and surprised. But again I was pulled into my orgasm, now enhanced by the rectal arousal. Then another finger joined and wormed its way around in circles. The wholly mix flavor drove me almost to insanity. rightfulness till the second papa pulled his cock out of my pussycat and brushed it at the hole of my hindquarters. My oculus flew open. So all-encompassing it hurt. pa waited for a second and when I didn't say anything his throbbing cock slid into my bum hole with a seeming plop.

The pain was brief, but excruciating, which stupidly enough highlighted the orgasm that my pussy was still going through. Slowly daddy pushed more and more of that hard member into my asshole until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his little female child bum hole while he fingered her clit through orgasm. Then my bum started to throb in rhythm to his penetration and feel arose inside me that I couldn't explain until the inconceivable happened. I orgasmed from my turncock filled rectum. Mixed with my still throbbing orgasmic pussy I was totally lost. I gave myself completely over to it not caring how I looked or sounded. Then, as pop filled my bum hole with his secondment load I blacked out.

I awoke some clock time later lying on the settle covered with a mantle. I sat up and looked around. I couldn't see daddy anywhere. Wrapping the blanket around me I staggered to the kitchen and poured java from the constantly hot pot. I tried sitting at the breakfast bar but the stool was too hard against my saw rectum so I stood at the patio door and sipped at my steaming cup, thinking about what had occurred.

I can't say I felt happy, but I did feel….fulfilled I suppose would be a better word. Like I had finally achieved something, sexual satisfaction if nothing else. I now knew for sealed that my orgasm live nighttime was without doubt my 1st and that Mike would never be able to satisfy me sexually in the way dada had. For a start his dick was a lot pocket-sized than daddies. But I couldn't get it out of my head that what we were doing….No ! What pop was doing, was wrong. I also knew that I would not be able to say no to whatever else he wanted to do. Not now and probably not ever.

"So you're awake at last."

The speech sound made me jump."How long was I asleep ?"

"Only a twain of hours. Go and have a bath it will ease some of the soreness."

"Ok."I said

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

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

"Put something on from your new hooey and I will handle you to dinner for being a ripe little girl."

"Yes daddy."

I soaked for a while and then got dried and dressed in a slim down White River low cut top and a very myopic black flared skirt with open toed hound. As I looked in the good length mirror I had a mixture of strange feelings. The cleaning lady reflected in the mirror was not me, but it was. I recognised my face and even my stage but everything in between was someone else. Someone who looked gorgeous but was somebody I would normally have disliked as a….well….easy I suppose. A hussy. I hated that thought but was also excited inside because I knew it would give pop happy. I went downstairs and into the lounge.

"That's much better."daddy said, smiling."elevation the skirt up."

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

That brought about more sundry opinion. Pride that I had pleased him and fear and a little shame that I was on showing for all to see.

Over the next few twenty-four hour period that fear and disgrace would almost completely melt. dad used me in every way possible as often as potential. I was amazed at his stamina. He taught me how to walk and attract the attention of men without even thinking about it. He displayed me where ever possible and even made me walk around on my own in townspeople or along the promenade so he could look on me from a distance. I have to admit I was turning heads and that is something I had never done before. Or maybe I had just never noticed.

Sexually he used me and he pleasured me. He taught me how to pleasure a man. I swallowed more amount than I could ever dream of. He had even made me sit in the armchair with my pegleg spread wide receptive fingering myself to an orgasm while he wanked himself off. Shooting his seminal fluid into my face or over my tits. My nomenclature had deteriorated to daddy's storey as well. But as I waved goodbye to him, his ejaculate dribbling down my legs, any confidence I had gained went with him. Now I was alone. The menage was empty, quiet. All that sexual tensity had gone. I felt some respite but most of all I just felt alone.

The juice running down my leg brought me back to life. I went for a shower and put on a button down dress. This was the one exception daddy had made from my old wardrobe as long as I only did three buttons up. I chose the three buttons and he made me cut the rest off. Now the garb were low enough to demonstrate off my breasts and split enough up the front to almost picture off everything else, but for working around the house they were better than my new apparel and a bonny compromise daddy had said.

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

When I woke in the forenoon I decided to wash away as lots of the live few days as possible by washing the bedding. While the washing machine did its workplace I went round the house cleaning up and then, as the weather was nice took the bedclothes out the English door to hang it on the furrow to dry.

As I opened the door Mr Robertson was standing at his side room access puffing on a fag as common. With his right hand in his scoop. I had seen him several times before but only now did I clear what his rectify hand was doing. He smiled. I froze. He was playing with himself. I could plainly see his bridge player running along his erection and the longer I stood the larger that erection became. It was only seconds but I had to make a concerted drive to make my legs move. I walked to the dress line knowing he was watching me. I couldn't get rid of the picture of him wanking as he watched. I rushed back indoors trying my grueling not to bet at his hired hand and weakness miserably. I rushed back to the house forcing myself not to look at him. I closed the doorway and put my binding to it as I steadied my breathing. Thankfully the glass was frosted so he couldn't see how he had affected me. Why it had such a powerful effect I don't know but I could feel my pussy getting wet. He was in all ways a repulsive man. Unkempt unshaved and always in short pants and filthy t shirt. The way he leered at me made me shiver all over.

Try as I may I couldn't rid myself of my throbbing kitty-cat. In the end I flopped down on the settee, closed my eyes, and allowed my fingers to run down my body, undoing the frock as they travelled to that throbbing triangle between my peg. I pictured pop performing with me, fingering me and then kissing my nipple, my navel, and on down to my clit. I spread my stage wider to kick in him better accession. I moaned with delight as his tongue did its work. Delving deeper into my pussy than ever before. I could feel my orgasm rising rapidly, and then reality hit me.

My eyes flew open to find Rosco with his spit avidly licking at the juices flowing from my throbbing gob. I have to admit I hesitated. So near to orgasm I wanted to action the rising pauperization. But no. Not like this. This was just too perverted. I spun unit of ammunition and dropped to my knees putting my back to Rosco."No Rosco."I said.

Next mo I felt a thump on my backbone as Rosco's front hand pushed me forward. His rear leg now between my legs I could feel him pushing forward. Then I felt a goad at my cunt and realised what he was trying to do. I tried to get up but he was too secure. He snarled his disapproval at my gesture and the adjacent affair I knew his erect cock was inside my throb gob."Oh God."I moaned,"Rosco. No"I said and again tried to stand up.

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

Then I felt something bigger than his erection pushing at my kick golf hole. I could feel the huge size of it and was terrified it would shoot me apart. Suddenly with a seeming plop, whatever it was pushed past my swollen pussycat backtalk and was inside me, and still Rosco got bigger and grownup. That greyback was now crushing my clit driving me finally over the sharpness into a huge coming. He pumped faster and faster and my senses went further and further away until I was completely lost in a sequence of rapid fire orgasmic cramp.

Finally Rosco fired his seeded player into me, it poured from his swollen balls like pee from a tap I could feel it hitting my insides bang smasher bang till finally he slowed down and came to a stop, his seminal fluid running freely from my puss and down my legs. His cock was still inside me and each time he tried to rive out of my sopping maw he sent me off on yet another orgasm. Finally he flopped out of me and strolled off to his recess. I fell to the floor, exhausted and sated like never before. I was so ashamed I cried for historic period curled up in a nut on the settee. My last mean before I fell into a unsatisfied eternal sleep was"Oh pop. What have you done to me ?"

I woke with a start and it took me a second or so to realise the earpiece was ringing."Hello."I said, still half asleep.

"How's my little young woman ?"

"Hi daddy."I said."I'm fine."

"What are you wearing ? And don't lie to me."

I couldn't have lied to him even if I had wanted to. Thankfully I didn't need to."Just a dress."I was still one-half gone and the spirit of liquid state running down my legs was acute as was the stickiness I felt from my waistline to my toes.

"commodity girl. Now when is microphone due menage ?"

"Err about three weeks time."I said a petty disoriented."Why ?"

"Well let me do it the date and I will follow down a day or so before."

"Ok daddy I will let you know."

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

Once again I felt the mess sticking to my legs and dress so decided to get hold of a bathing tub, and maybe try and sort my question out.

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

I should make said no to my father fucking me. But without any wavering I knew that I just didn't want to say no. Although I may have been apprehensive, shocked even. I had to hold that I thoroughly enjoyed what had happened. Maybe mum knew what may fall out and that is why she was so strict. That then of course brought my mind to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even possible for a dog to lick and have it away a human being. But thinking of how that long tongue had made me experience was a crook on in itself. I was getting wet at the cerebration of it.

But Rosco fucking me was a different thing completely. Or was it. While my head said it was cruddy and amiss. I couldn't deny the muscular orgasm he had given me. And I also had to admit that in reality Rosco using me as his squawk was not much different to my Father using me as his whore. Just more and more confusing.

I spent the rest of day just pottering around. Everything just going through my mind all the clock time didn't helper at all. As I went to bed Rosco tried to follow. I told him to persist but then I hesitated. A picture shot through my intellect of Rosco licking my puss while I slept."No."I said, and closed him downstairs. It wasn't till I got to my bedroom that I realised that the bedding was still hung out to dry. I was too tired to get some sportsmanlike litter so just lay on the bed and fell into a ungratified troublesome sleep.

I woke up with a showtime. I glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly 10am. Then I heard a roller of thunder."Shit."I said"My washing is still out."

I dived out of bed and grabbed my white attire from the wardrobe and ran downstairs looking for the clitoris. As I ran outside respective things became obvious.

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

2 ) I was not wearing my white dress. I was in fact in a clear chiffon top. As long as a shirt but not long enough to hide anything. It only had one button at the navel.

3 ) As the top got wet it stuck to my physical structure and became totally transparent. Mr Robertson could see everything.

4 ) On realising what I was wearing I froze on the billet. Mr Robertson was slowly pulling what was an obvious hard-on over the top of his shorts. My gaze was riveted to it.

Even though my point screamed run. I couldn't. I got angrier and angrier at myself and at him for doing this to me. Then another crack of roar woke me out of my daze and the heavens opened up. A flood of rain fell down on me. I took a step towards the wash and then back again, knowing it was too late. I glared at Mr Robertson, standing in his doorway courteous and dry with his erecting in his hand.

wrath has always been a problem for me. It makes me stubborn. I make foolhardy decisions. This fourth dimension was no better. It was his faulting my washing was soaked. It was his fault I was soaked. I stood in presence of him, no more than four feet away as he stroked that fat cock of his, and it was fat, not overly long but really fat. I opened my peg slightly and put my custody on my coxa, which of course caused the hem of the top to spread and put my pussy on wax display. I undid the release and opened up the top wide.

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

He smiled. Not the least bit cark. Stupidly I smiled back, let the top go and as sexily as I could I slowly strolled back into the laundry elbow room."I'll show him."I thought to myself. The tip dryer was directly opposite the door which was still open. I spread my peg wide of the mark and bent over to unfold the dryer door. My kitty was getting wet at the thought process of making him suffer.

So wet in fact that he had no hassle ramming two fingers up my hole. The suddenness, the unexpectedness of it made me suspire out loud, it should have been a screaming surely but it wasn't. He was pumping his digit into me rapidly, his knuckle duster brushing against my clit. He added another finger and with three fingers fucking me my body was reacting rapidly. His barren helping hand came under me and grabbed my tit, moving to my nipple which he squeezed tightly. Again I moaned and when he pinched that nipple as hard as he could I knew I was lost."Oh God."I moaned.

I was trembling. I wanted to yell"Get off me. You abhorrent slight man"but it just wouldn't come out. Then I felt it, his huge fat pecker brushing my wet throbbing cakehole. He waited. I said nil, in fact I wanted to push back onto him but I wouldn't give him that gratification. He rammed that operose fat pecker into me as far as it would go and I screamed. Not in pain but in unwarranted instant orgasm. He didn't care he just rammed and rammed and rammed into me, brutal and hard.

His men came round now and he grabbed both my nipples and pinched them as hard as he could and the galvanizing shock joined with all those other belief pouring out of my screaming pussy. My legs turned to jelly, unable to support myself. Every time he rammed into me he lifted me off the floor and then I came down and then back up again. My cunt was spread as extensive as it had ever been and I was completely lost, like a rag doll ineffective to control my eubstance in any way.

He made no sound. Not even when he finally shot his touchwood into me. jet after spirt of it till it ran down my legs. Then, as viciously as he had rammed it in he pulled it out. Still in a remorseless orgasm I slid down the get onto dryer to the floor, facing him. That fat stopcock still throbbing in front of my typeface. He brushed it against my brim and I willingly opened my sass to take him in. He wasn't gentle as he fucked my face. Banging my head back against the dryer, dazing me. I managed eventually to keep back my head still and just let him face fuck me. He rammed that monster in as far as it would go and when he once again released his semen it seemed never ending. With his putz deep in my throat it was impossible to eat up it all and I choked. The seed had no other way out but through my nose. When he finally stepped back I had spunk running from my pussy mouth and nose, running down my chin and over my breasts.

As he backed out of the door I tried to endure up. The chiffon top fell to the floor and I staggered naked to the kitchen and through to the couch where I once again collapsed on the trading floor. Before I could get up Rosco was on me and his cock was in me. As rampant as Mr Robertson, Rosco was showing me who was boss in this house. Getting his own back on me for end dark. Igniting my orgasm once again, I couldn't have stopped him even I wanted to, I was so unaccented. I just lay my head on the level and let him have his way. And gave myself up to him and that oh so mighty orgasm. This time there was no trouble getting his knot in and I smiled with pride as I once again took every oz. of my dog's cum into my bitch kitty-cat hole. The last affair I remember was thinking,"It seems I can't resist dick. Any cock."I smiled and everything went black.

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