Becoming Daddy 's trade good young lady
Chapter Five : Good young woman 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 pink cloth caressing my naked body beneath. I bit my lip, my stomach spooky. Today was the big day. Today I would prove to dad I was his good girl.

His slavish sex slave.

A hebdomad ago, he showed me a gold-chain ruff with a unicorn magical spell hanging on it. We were at the mall with my BFF Sun. The two of us had remote ascendance sex toys inside of us, a vibrator in my pussy and a butt stopple 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 require Mom at all. She could stay put at Grandma and Grandpa 's house.

I did n't want to remember about that. Two week were up of the three week stumble. It was Sabbatum, and Mom, along with my bratty baby Alice, would give back future Sun. I had worked so hard this hebdomad, obeying pappa in every way, servicing him with my marriageable soundbox. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my jam were his.

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

And today, at the dungeon, I would show not only Daddy that I was his commodity female child, but other Master 's with their sex striver. It was so kinky and bold. Daddy was showing me off, positive 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 unusual wiz, one second waves of heat rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the rest of my physical structure. I would suit so aware 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 stomach would babble. I would thrill, terror welling interior of me. My eye fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to defer ? What if I embarrassed my dad ? What if someone called the police ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so much with him. Last Saturday, I rode my pop 's cock on a Bench in the midsection of the shopping mall. And his prick was n't in my snatch, but my asshole. I squirmed and shuddered, fucking him while Sun provided a misdirection for us. It was so risky.

I did that. I could do this.

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

He was so handsome. Today he wore a unproblematic t-shirt stretched over his powerful chest and a couple of jeans. His shaft bulged the front. He had a tedious office job but you would never know it outside of work. He had tattoos covering his body like a dangerous biker and substantial eyes.

People saw his regard and obeyed him.

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

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

The excitation returned. I bounced on the seat, my long tress swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the passing cars and pedestrians. None of them knew my daddy was my headmaster and devotee. None had any idea he had taken my cherry in a dressing room at the mall. That I woke him up every aurora with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a good girl.

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

A grinning crossed my lips and my twat burned hotter. I crossed my second joint beneath my robe, the itch squirming me. I wanted to she-bop right field 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 move over me permission. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his submissive. I had to ask permit to go sojourn Sun or hang out at the center while he was at body of work. If I wanted to buy a new tube of lipstick or see a movie, I had to ask. Of track, he said yes usually. Daddy like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his minuscule princess.

He just got to fuck me. It was the way the creation worked. All pop 's should be capable 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 part of town. The houses grew expensive, large, imposing, with huge swaths of sess and George H.W. Bush tended to by gardeners. At the end of the street, a large, dark gate rose surrounded by high, greyness stone walls. Ivy curled along the top, the putting surface splashing color across the gray.

We were here.

There was a belittled margin call box. To use it, Daddy had to spread out his motortruck door and bend low to use—it was sized for railcar. He punched in a few numbers and the hammer sign. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right, rinding open and revealing a large yard. A half-dozen elevator car crowded the driveway at the end.

The early guests.

My nervousness 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, buck private keep where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. Daddy reached the end and parked behind a green saloon. He put the truck into gear and then climbed out.

I swallowed and pulled the handle. I stepped out and landed on the ground in my flip, my robe swirling about my stage. He grabbed his duffle bag 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 hired hand. He gave me a fatherly grinning, stern but reassuring."It will be okay. You 'll do amazing. I believe in you."

"Thank you, dada,"I said, my phonation a whisper.

I wanted to drag my base as we approached the door. Today, multitude other than pappa and Sun would see me naked. They would touch me, larrup me, and even fuck me. Today was my coming out party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would pass. I would be his good girl. I wanted nothing more than that in the entire world. I stepped onto the porch, my flip-flops smacking the soles of my skid, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

Daddy gave my hand a squeeze.

The smack of bare foot approached. The door opened and a womanhood knelt, naked, in her to begin with 30, her body spirit and fit. A Negroid corset wrapped about her tum and lifted a distich of good breasts into two luxuriant hill. Silver rings pierced her fat nipples. Her black hair, long and flowing, spread across the floor. On her lower rear, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, Master Mark,"the woman purred."You and your slave are welcomed into my professional 's sign. Do you need anything ? refreshment ?"

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

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

Daddy paused at a door, and opened it, revealing a small half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my bathtub gown while he swept in to change into his BDSM gear wheel. 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 second joint and caught the light.

I nodded my head.

"It 's Melody, right ?"

I nodded my capitulum again as her optic ran up and down my body.

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

"Yet,"he said through the door.

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

"It 's fine to be a piddling 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 fourth dimension Daddy clamped my nipple and flogged my rachis. pain in the neck and pleasure were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to open up as we waited. papa finally emerged, wearing leather chaps and a undershirt, his cock thrusting backbreaking before him, his body so muscular and strong. Beneath the undershirt, part of his barbed wire tattoo was visible. fire burned up his coat of arms, forever frozen in ink.

He took a hold of my twist and walked, using it as a ternion as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My respiration quickened as we reached the steps. Loud, disconsolate medicine thudded up it. Soft, blue and violet lights spilled out of the swarthiness. Shadows moved. People were down there.

pa marched down without any concern. I had to follow. He had a firm handgrip on my braid. The steps were wooden, cold. I trembled worse. What was going to happen down there ? Could I handle being touched and fondled by unusual men ?

But Daddy wanted me to be touched.

The stairs led into a great room. Lights on the ceiling flooded subdued Amytal, reddish blue, greens, and reds across the donjon, each illuminating different character of toy. rope hung from one station, the next had a St. Andrews Cross, then a spanking bench, massage tables, and others just had manacle hanging from the wall. Men and fair sex, dressed in various leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairs or proceed through the room. The fair sex all had collars or chokers about their neck, head lowered. Some of the sex slave were as young as me, others older, female parent with their daughters.

I swallowed, my mouth growing dry as I was led into the snapper. the great unwashed looked at us. Men nodded to pa, calling out,"Master Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"Master so-and-so."I was too nervous to commend names.

One man, magniloquent, broad-shouldered and struggle ebony shadow used his striver, a girl my age, as his human foot eternal sleep, his leather boots propped on her back as she knelt before him. An quondam cleaning woman had a wizardly verge vibrator taped to her thigh and squeeze against her pussycat humming away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and quiet before her Master. Another adult female knelt before her master key, sucking on his stopcock. Not hard, like she was trying to make him cum, just enough to give him pleasure. A girl in a pinko shift, with pink cuffs about her wrists connected by a gold Sir Ernst Boris Chain, perched on her passe-partout 's lap. Another good girl for her daddy.

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

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

"master copy target has brought his new young woman to wager,"the man said."Melody wants to be a good girl for her Daddy. She wants to work hard. She is unloosen to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her pickle, only on her eubstance. Her daddy wants her covered in touchwood. Dirtied."

He did ?

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

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

My kitty clenched. I was a fornicatress. Daddy 's slut. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his backtalk strong. A trickle of succus dripped down my second joint, my soundbox shuddering. All these eyes on me, men and women both.

And then the man broke the buss and other men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their names, but they came at me from every focussing. Men seized my aspect, kissing me knockout, thrusting their lingua into my lip while groping my body. My nipples were pinched hard by rough digit. My ass groped. My pussy rubbed, finger coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my pump lacing faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

And Daddy watched, his weapon system folded, his eyes hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to blunder out out my safe word—red light—and end the entire event. But I would n't. I would establish to him that I was his slave.

The final examination Master to kiss me was the blackness man, his unvoiced cock rubbing into my stomach. His White slave girl, kneeling at his side, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her master key devoured my mouth. I trembled, his ebony hands stroking me, arousing me. His dick was thick.

Then he released me. I swayed, breathing hard, my torso flushed. So far, this was n't so bad. I could cover being kissed and touched by former men. It would make pop so glad. He came to me, seizing my hair again, a pleased smiling on his lips.

And then pop led me to the St. Andrew 's Cross. It was shaped like an X, manacles falling from the top, others at the bottom. Boots thudded behind me. The other headmaster moved their chairs, forming a half-circle to see as Daddy seized my arm and lifted my wrist to the maiden manacle.

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

I heard wet suction as slaves pleased their masters. A cleaning lady let out a wet, wanton moan. figure slapped together. I trembled, my body growing wetter and wetting agent as pappa seized my former articulatio radiocarpea and lifted my arm up. The handcuff, really a leather cuff, was cinched about my wrist.

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

"Yes, Daddy,"I moaned back.

dada bent down and yank my right ankle to the groundwork restraint, cinching it pie-eyed. I felt open now, my trim pussy on presentation. He moved the early 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 just missy,"a giggly voice said."She wants to make her pa happy."

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

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her hips. The little slut 's tidal bore. bull's eye 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 donjon ? Had she fucked other men while pappa watched ? Had she been chained to this very St. Andrew 's interbreeding and flogged for the amusement of the others ?

She had. And now I was her replenishment. untried, sexy, hotter. I wiggled my hips, drinking in their sentience while dad opened up his duffel bag to pull out his toys. He had to a greater extent than a few floggers, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic canes, thin and flexible. survive a wooden paddle with jam drilled through its broad open so it could swing faster and smack harder.

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

Daddy grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the tails thick. It made wonderful, thuddy smacks when it hit. He stood behind me and threw my braid over my shoulder, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could feel the air brushing my consistency, the ends almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to experience the sting. I was so excited. All these sexy men and hot women watching me, lusting after me. I was the emasculated missy here. pop had to be so majestic of me.

The first-class honours degree smacking of the flail struck my berm, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as papa swung it in an X radiation pattern. It hit my other shoulder with more of the tail, a thudding smack echoed. Burning warmth radiated out of my back.

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

"Daddy,"I moaned, squirming.

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

"When she 's fix,"Daddy said.

The flail kept landing. It was wonderful. The pain somehow became pleasance. I swayed, sucking in breaths, my pussy growing More and more excited. juice trickled down my second joint as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading rapture through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed way, slapping upward now, striking the stem of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my lower back. I gasped at the thudding impingement. I lurched forward, pressing my round breasts into the coldness metallic element of the cross.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He picked up the base on balls, flogging my ass. The pain swelled. And with my legs spread wide, sometimes a lash smacked my wet pussy. I gasped"daddy"each metre, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

"Do you make out 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, duncish with lust and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my pussy. My clit ached. Daddy was teasing me now on purpose, guiding the flail to come across between my legs. I sucked in breaths each time. My breasts bounced as I swayed. My braid pressed between them.

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

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

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

"You may cum as much as you want today."

The flail cracked on my pussy.

I gasped and came. I twitched as my punishmentgasm roared through me. My head snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and ruffle, the burn heat keeping the pleasure rippling through me.

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

"Ooh, lucky girl,"the gigglish girl said."Oh, pop, can I cum, too ?"

"Not now,"her pa said.

"pop,"she whined as my pleasure continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in intimation, my pleasure cresting through me. I pressed my tits against the frigid metal of the cross, shuddering, my body so alive. I could n't check the trembles. I gasped, a deal 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 jade,"the host original growled before his hawkshaw buried into my cunt.

My flesh, still spasming from my climax, gripped his dick. His ringing was laborious, caressing my kitty-cat 's walls ahead of his ray of light. I trembled, my excited cunt surged with new delight as a man I just met fifteen minute ago fucked me.

He buried into me, his Lucille Ball smacking into my clitoris, his groin pressing into my burn ass. He drew back and slammed in again. I gasped, my head lolling about as new delight surged through me. He reached around my consistence, finding my mamilla, pinching and rolling them.

pappa watched, subdivision folded, an acrylic paint cane in his hand, one of the sparse and whippy ones. He smiled as his acquaintance fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my hip, working back into those heavy thrusts.

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

"Thank you for using my young twat, Sir,"I moaned, my pelvic girdle undulating, my pussy drink in the pleasure.

His fingers pinched harder on my mammilla, fingernails biting into my medium flesh. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His gumshoe fucked so oceanic abyss and hard into me. The cock annulus rubbed at my sensitive flesh, igniting my nerves, driving me towards another orgasm.

And papa watched.

I was his beneficial girl. I pleased his friend. My pleasance 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 cock out of my cunt. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're good for, fornicatress. To give birth 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 squirt landed on my lower back and ran into my fling. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my pussy ache more. I was so skinny to cumming.

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

But papa was set to recreate again. He smacked my ass with the acrylic 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 shot through me. bust beaded my eye and a tacky howler escaped my backtalk. dad smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning at the stake welt and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yip ? So blinking hot."

"Look at that ass dance."

The pain was intense. The flog 's thudding sapidity had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my senses. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the next crepuscle of the rod and yet craving the stinging pleasance and rushing of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain could become delight and hold me gamey and higher. My snatch, still on the verge of cumming, clenched.

smack !

"pop !"I hollered."That scathe, Daddy."

"Good."

fling !

"Oh, dad, please, please. It hurts. It hurts."

Crack !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the botheration, squirming. I did n't fight it. I did n't try to keep 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 blockade it at any second.

But I did n't want it to stop. I wanted Daddy to offend me. It made us both so well-chosen. My twist slipped over my shoulder and fell down my back again as he played my ass like a drum, smacking the acrylic fiber rod over and over into me.

I hurt everywhere on my ass. It stung so badly. My chief 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 prick. mortal fucked me hard, driving a farsighted dick deep into my cunt. I groaned, my ass exploding with bother each clip the annonymous Master buried his peter into me.

"Fucking adulteress,"he snarled."You love it."

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating watchword sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embracing, my pussy spasming about his peter. The world spun about me. Stars danced before my eyes as I spasmed about his thrusting tool. I gasped and sang out my rage. So commodity. So a lot delight and annoyance. All of it surging through me.

And the pecker kept fucking me. Time had lost all meaning. There was only the hotshot my helpless consistency drank in. He pushed me against the crossbreed as he pounded me, grunting into my ear, using my eighteen-year-old pussy to pleasure his dick.

And then he pulled out of me and more cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot lines that seemed to burn down my flesh as I swayed. My berm ached. I pulled on the manacle, wanting to break free and flop on the floor.

Swish ! cracking !

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

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

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

He grinned at me and the paddle swished. Cracked.

I screamed.

The chains rattled over my head. I bucked and convulsed, the nuisance sending burn undulation through me. The thudding wallop was intense. Each one brought a momentary sharp sentience to my body. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulder joint, all the wale on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the belt of flesh aching from its fall.

Swish ! fissure !

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

In the background, I heard other adult female moan and gasped, being fucked as their overlord 's watched me being spanked. I inspired such luxuria in them. I tried to see, but the world spun. It was too a good deal and—

Swish ! Crack !

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

"Yes, yes, hold 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 give care, daddy. Punish me."

He kissed me hard over my shoulder. His subdivision reached up as our spit met, loosening my manacles. I swayed into his chest as my arms fell limp, my shoulder joint aching, my muscularity burning. Daddy broke the kiss, holding me brace as he bent down to unwrap the cuffs around my ankles.

I would have fallen if he did n't hold me. He set me down onto a gym mat cattle ranch out before it. The public spun above me. The men gathered, their dicks hard. Some jerked their own cock while others had their slave doing it.

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

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

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to satiate your cock, Sir."I stared at that ebony shaft, stroked by his young hard worker. Her ivory hand could hardly wrap around it.

"lubricating substance me, trollop,"he growled.

His young slave fetched lube as the man rolled me over with his base onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my heart racing, still drifting through sentiency. The slave returned, her small-scale helping hand rubbing his thick cock with lube.

And then he was on me. He was a Brobdingnagian man. I felt like a doll beneath him. His cock smacked into my ass. I gasped at the surge of pain in the neck shooting through me. I shuddered, my pap rasping against the gym mat, my sweaty torso sticking to it.

He thrust into my asshole.

"papa !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was huge. He stretched me out with his cock 's girth. He was liberal than Daddy. 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, welt ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his peter as I thrashed beneath him. It was wonderful. My mind bathed in the affaire d'honneur sense impression of delight and pain. I could n't recount where one ended and the other began. Maybe it was joy combustion across my ass and agony churned by his putz thrusting recondite into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, petty strumpet,"he growled, his punishing balls smacking into my taint."Take it, you little whore. You love it. Say it. Say how lots you love my big, Black gumshoe in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, total darkness dick, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, give thanks you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. Keep reaming it. hold on ramming into me. ram down me. Fuck me. work me explode. Yes, yes, yes."

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

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

His words shuddered through me and another coming wracked my body. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his thick rooster. The world spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their dicks or fucking their slaves.

pop groaned and grunted, pounding the slut 's mouth, his balls smacking into her chin. I stared at her, tiny breasts topped by garden pink nipple, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eagre to delight my daddy as much as I was to delight her Master.

I bucked into his driving force, grunting at the flare of pain."living roll in the hay 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 pop Bear 's jizz painting your ass."

That wonderful hammer kept reaming my ass while pop fucked the other adulteress 's mouth. He gripped her blonde hair in his hand as he slammed his peter down her throat. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my bowels massaging Papa Bear 's huge cock.

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

A hussy for these men.

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

His cum spurted, bathing my combustion ass. A soothing, kinky lotion to fill away the annoyance. I groaned, my target clenching. I sucked in trench breaths as the world spun around me again. I struggled to focus on those who surrounded me.

pop knelt before me, his cock dripping with the slut 's saliva. He wrenched my head up by the tress and slammed his tool into my mouth. Hot cum boiled into my mouth. I groaned, swallowing down every drop while cum ran down the crack of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a honest missy,"groaned pappa as I swallowed every drop.

Then he let go of me.

More cum flew, splattering across my bare back. It pooled in my spinal column. Men grunted and womanhood panted. pappa ripped his cock out of my sassing and another gumshoe replaced it, ramming deep into my mouth, brushing the spinal column of my throat.

The man held me miserly and shoved his cock down my throat. I swallowed it, my consistence trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nozzle as the strange man pounded my sass, 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, Master,"a throaty woman purred. And then a new hawkshaw rubbed at my pussy."fucking her tough, Master."

I moaned as the hawkshaw slammed into my pussy. I knelt between the two men, their dicks slamming over and over into my mouth, spit roasting me like a objet d'art 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 Daddy 's eyes on me the whole time, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his friend. My pussy spasmed about the dick in my cunt as the joy rippled through me.

Ecstasy crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my consistency so play out, but there were men to satiate. Cum splattered my sides, running down to my breasts. Hot streaks of jizz cooled on my hide. It ran across my body, making me finger so dirty. The cock in my backtalk ripped out and spurted all across my face, painting me.

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

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

The shaft in my bitch ripped out and came up my back. The hot spurts fell in occupation down me, mixing with the mess already staining my body. I kept cumming, my twat squirting juice, the air full moon of my working girl musk.

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

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

daddy fucked me once, spurting his incestuous seeded player deep into my cunt. It ran out of me in a hot flood as mortal else fucked my ass again. I lost trail of my coming. My total organic structure buzzed as I fell onto my side, trembling, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, beloved,"a voice said, deep but conciliate."Drink this."

I blinked, the creation still spinning. Daddy knelt before me, pressing a plastic bottle into my script. A sportswoman potable. I brought it to my lips, gulping the blue air, 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 chocolate bar into my other hand."Eat and drink in, honey."

He stroked me through the bathrobe as I finished the sports drink then nibbled on the chocolate bar. I trembled. Shakes wracked my torso as I came down from the high-pitched of subspace and all the coming I had experienced.

"Did I please you, Daddy ?"I asked after swallowing a bite of chocolate. I already felt better, more awake, the existence coming into focus.

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

I smiled and bit off a prominent hunk of burnt umber. I chewed on it as Daddy helped me stand up. He slipped my arms through the robe then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my torso. He had his jean on again, though he still wore his leather vest with no shirt. He was such a handsome, hunky man. He hefted his duffel bag with ease.

"Come on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The drive to the dungeon had taken forever. My agitation had me so heightened, so aware of the world, time moved so slow. The ride back was dissimilar. I nibbled on the burnt umber and sipped from another push drink in a haze. pappa talked to me, telling me how proud he was and how I was his unspoilt fille. I felt so warm and get it on and drowsy. The misstep passed in a fuzz. I had finished my chocolate bar and drank about one-half of the s sports drink, this one purple flavor, by the time we got home. daddy pulled his truck into the driveway. It was growing dark.

"What metre is it, Daddy ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

"And all those dick, daddy. 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, bore for my bubble tub. Daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to help oneself me down. My legs were still a trivial wobbly. I was so exhausted. My stomach gave a brassy growl, but I needed a bath first.

pappa hefted me in his arms. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the figurehead door. I could hang asleep in his arms. 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 white meat and breadbasket, 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 feel it for days, proof that I was a honest girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her Conservative dress, looking like a 50 's housewife save for her longsighted pilus in a dark twist. Her weapons system were folded beneath her magnanimous bosom as she studied my bare, cum-stained body.

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

null would ever be the same.

To be continued ...