Becoming pop 's Good Girl
Chapter Five : just lady friend Flogged
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

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

His submissive sex slave.

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

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

I did n't want to recollect about that. Two workweek were up of the three hebdomad slip. It was Saturday, and Mom, along with my brattish baby Alice, would bring back next Billy Sunday. I had worked so hard this week, obeying Daddy in every way, servicing him with my marriageable torso. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my holes were his.

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

And today, at the dungeon, I would depict not only dad that I was his skilful girl, but other Master 's with their sex slaves. It was so kinky and bold. pa was showing me off, sure-footed I would n't embarrass him. And the trophy ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was nervous. And excited. It was a foreign sensation, one minute waves of high temperature rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the rest of my body. I would suit so cognizant of my pap rubbing against the terry material robe, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet pussy into the cloth.

And then the side by side second the brass would hit me.

My venter would eruct. I would shudder, panic welling inside of me. My heart fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to put forward ? What if I embarrassed my daddy ? What if someone called the constabulary ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so a great deal with him. lowest Sat, I rode my dada 's cock on a bench in the center of the mall. And his pecker was n't in my snatch, but my SOB. I squirmed and shuddered, fucking him while Sun provided a beguilement for us. It was so risky.

I did that. I could do this.

"You 'll be ticket,"pop said, giving me a smile.

He was so handsome. Today he wore a simple t-shirt stretched over his mesomorphic chest and a pair of jean. His dick bulged the front. He had a oil production role job but you would never know it outside of oeuvre. He had tattoos covering his body like a dangerous biker and strong eyes.

People saw his gaze and obeyed him.

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

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

The fervor returned. I bounced on the behind, my hanker plait swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the passing cars and pedestrians. None of them knew my daddy was my headmaster and lover. None had any idea he had taken my cherry in a fertilization room at the mall. That I woke him up every morning with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a skillful girl.

If they noticed us, they would just call back a father with his girl. How innocent. How cute.

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

Especially cumming.

I was his slavish. I had to ask permission to go chatter Sun or hang out at the promenade while he was at work. If I wanted to buy a new metro of lipstick or see a movie, I had to ask. Of course, he said yes usually. pappa like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his small princess.

He just got to roll in the hay me. It was the way the public worked. All daddy '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 constituent of town. The houses grew expensive, expectant, imposing, with huge swath of skunk and bushes tended to by nurseryman. At the end of the street, a large, Joseph Black gate rose surrounded by high, greyish Isidor Feinstein Stone walls. Ivy curled along the top, the unripened splashing color across the gray.

We were here.

There was a small vociferation box. To use it, Daddy had to unfold his truck door and bow low to use—it was sized for cars. He punched in a few numbers game and the pound planetary house. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right, rinding open and revealing a large grand. A six railcar crowded the driveway at the end.

The other guests.

My nervousness returned as dad drove up the private road. I bit my lip, staring at the vauntingly mansion. The possessor must be rich. According to Daddy, he had a huge, secret keep where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. dada reached the end and parked behind a unripe sedan. He put the truck into gear and then climbed out.

I swallowed and pulled the hold. I stepped out and landed on the ground in my tack, my robe swirling about my legs. 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 manus. He gave me a fatherly smile, unrelenting but reassuring."It will be okay. You 'll do amazing. I believe in you."

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

I wanted to hang back my infantry as we approached the door. Today, people other than Daddy and Sun would see me naked. They would advert me, spank me, and even fuck me. Today was my coming out company. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would fall. I would be his honorable girl. I wanted cipher more than that in the entire world. I stepped onto the porch, my flip-flops smacking the sol of my shoes, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

Daddy gave my helping hand a squeeze.

The slap of denude feet approached. The door opened and a woman knelt, nude, in her early thirties, her consistence whole step and fit. A Shirley Temple Black stays wrapped about her stomach and lifted a twain of mature breasts into two profuse pile. Ag ringing pierced her fat nipples. Her black hair, long and flowing, spread across the floor. On her lower back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, passe-partout Mark,"the woman purred."You and your slave are welcomed into my Master 's house. Do you need anything ? recreation ?"

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

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

pop paused at a door, and opened it, revealing a minuscule half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my bathtub gown while he swept in to exchange into his BDSM gear. I stood naked, my teat hard.

"Are you excited ?"the slavish asked, walking over to me, her appeal, dangling from her clit, swayed between her thighs and caught the light.

I nodded my head.

"It 's tonal pattern, right ?"

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

Her smiling grew."Oh, you 're going to be popular. Ripe and new. And so tonic. No ink. No piercings. Your daddy has n't marked you."

"Yet,"he said through the door.

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

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

I nodded my pass, remembering the multiplication papa clamped my pap and flogged my back. Pain and pleasure were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to spread up as we waited. dad finally emerged, wearing leather crack and a vest, his cock thrusting hard before him, his body so muscular and secure. Beneath the undershirt, region of his barbwire tattoo was visible. Flames burned up his implements of war, forever frozen in ink.

He took a hold of my braid and walked, using it as a trinity as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My breathing quickened as we reached the stairs. Loud, dark music thudded up it. Soft, blue and violet Christ Within spilled out of the darkness. Shadows moved. multitude were down there.

pappa marched down without any fright. I had to follow. He had a firm grip on my braid. The steps were wooden, common cold. I trembled worse. What was going to happen down there ? Could I cover being touched and fondled by strange men ?

But papa wanted me to be touched.

The step led into a large elbow room. Lights on the ceiling flooded voiced blues, violet, greens, and reds across the dungeon, each illuminating dissimilar case of toys. Ropes hung from one post, the next had a St. Saint Andrew the Apostle Cross, then a spanking work bench, massage tables, and others just had manacle hanging from the walls. Men and cleaning woman, dressed in versatile leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairs or move through the elbow room. The women all had collars or chokers about their necks, head lowered. Some of the sex slaves were as offspring as me, others older, mothers with their daughters.

I swallowed, my backtalk growing dry as I was led into the center. People looked at us. Men nodded to pappa, calling out,"Master Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"Master so-and-so."I was too uneasy to remember names.

One man, tall, broad-shouldered and shinny ebony dark used his hard worker, a female child my age, as his foot quietus, his leather thrill propped on her back as she knelt before him. An honest-to-god woman had a magic sceptre vibrator taped to her thigh and agitate against her pussy hum away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to bide kneeling and quiet before her Master. Another woman knelt before her master, sucking on his cock. Not hard, like she was trying to make him cum, just enough to give him pleasure. A girl in a pink teddy, with pink cuffs about her wrists connected by a atomic number 79 chain, perched on her Master 's lap. Another good girl for her daddy.

They all stared at me, the men 's optic hungry, devouring my youthful body. Lizzie went to a man and knelt beside his chairperson. He rested his manus 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 amber annulus in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his soundbox substantial. He stopped before me. I could n't help oneself staring at his dick. His hired hand reached out, cupping my chin and lifting my gaze.

"Master Mark has brought his new girl to play,"the man said."melodic phrase wants to be a salutary daughter for her pappa. She wants to influence hard. She is innocent to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her holes, only on her torso. Her daddy wants her covered in touchwood. Dirtied."

He did ?

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

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

My pussy clenched. I was a slut. dada 's strumpet. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his sassing hard. A trickle of juices dripped down my thigh, my body shuddering. All these heart on me, men and women both.

And then the man broke the osculation and former men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their names, but they came at me from every focal point. Men seized my face, kissing me hard, thrusting their tongues into my mouth while groping my body. My nipples were pinched hard by crude fingers. My ass groped. My kitty rubbed, fingers coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my nitty-gritty beating faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

And Daddy watched, his arms folded, his oculus hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to blunder out out my prophylactic word—red light—and end the entire outcome. 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 hard tool rubbing into my breadbasket. His Edward D. White slave girl, kneeling at his English, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her original devoured my mouthpiece. I trembled, his ebony men stroking me, arousing me. His shaft 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 former men. It would have Daddy so happy. He came to me, seizing my tomentum again, a pleased grinning on his lips.

And then pappa led me to the St. Saint Andrew 's Cross. It was shaped like an X, manacles falling from the top, others at the bottom. Boots thudded behind me. The other skipper moved their chairwoman, forming a half-circle to watch as Daddy seized my arm and lifted my wrist joint to the first manacle.

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

I heard wet sucking as striver pleased their maestro. A fair sex let out a wet, wanton groan. Flesh slapped together. I trembled, my trunk growing wetter and surfactant as daddy seized my former wrist and lifted my arm up. The manacle, really a leather handcuff, was cinched about my wrist.

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

"Yes, pop,"I moaned back.

dada bent down and jerked my in good order ankle joint to the groundwork simplicity, cinching it soaked. I felt undefended now, my shaved kitty-cat on display. He moved the other one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

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

"She 's a expert girl,"a giggly vocalization said."She wants to cause her pop happy."

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

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her pelvic girdle. The little slut 's eager. chump lucked out having such a hot puss for a daughter. Just like her mom."

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

She had. And now I was her replacement. untried, aphrodisiacal, hotter. I wiggled my hips, drinking in their sensation while pop opened up his duffel bag to overstretch out his toy. He had Sir Thomas More than a few floggers, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic canes, thin and flexible. finally a wooden paddle with trap drilled through its spacious surface so it could swing over faster and thwack harder.

"Whip that ass, home run,"a guy groaned.

Daddy grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the keister thick. It made wonderful, thuddy smacks when it hit. He stood behind me and throw my tress 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 body, the ends almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to finger the sting. I was so aroused. All these sexy men and hot cleaning woman watching me, lusting after me. I was the cutest girl here. daddy had to be so proud of me.

The first slap of the flail struck my shoulder, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as daddy swung it in an X approach pattern. It hit my former shoulder with More of the tail, a thudding smack echoed. electrocution warmth radiated out of my back.

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

"Daddy,"I moaned, squirming.

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

"When she 's quick,"pop said.

The flail kept landing. It was wonderful. The pain somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in breath, my puss growing Sir Thomas More and more rouse. succus trickled down my thigh as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading rapture through my brain as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed centering, slapping upward now, striking the base of operations of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my lower back. I gasped at the thudding impingement. I lurched forward, pressing my troll breasts into the inhuman metal of the crossbreed.

Thud. thump. Thud.

He picked up the passport, flogging my ass. The pain swelled. And with my legs spread wide of the mark, sometimes a whip smacked my wet twat. I gasped"pop"each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

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

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

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

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my pussy. My clit ached. dada was teasing me now on purpose, guiding the flail to collide with between my legs. I sucked in breathing spell each time. My boob bounced as I swayed. My braid pressed between them.

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

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

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

"You may cum as often 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 undulate, the burning heating plant keeping the pleasure rippling through me.

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

"Ooh, golden young woman,"the gigglish girl said."Oh, Daddy, can I cum, too ?"

"Not now,"her Daddy said.

"Daddy,"she whined as my joy continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breaths, my pleasure cresting through me. I pressed my nipple against the cold metallic element of the cross, shuddering, my organic structure so animated. I could n't stop the trembles. I gasped, a mitt squeezing my ass.

"Daddy,"I purred as a gruelling prick pressed against my pussy.

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

A cock ring.

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

My material body, still spasming from my orgasm, gripped his dick. His gang was severely, caressing my snatch 's walls ahead of his shaft. I trembled, my excited cunt surged with new pleasure as a man I just met fifteen minutes ago fucked me.

He buried into me, his balls smacking into my clit, his groin pressing into my burning ass. He drew back and slammed in again. I gasped, my chief lolling about as new pleasure surged through me. He reached around my trunk, finding my mammilla, pinching and rolling them.

Daddy watched, arms folded, an acrylate resin cane in his hand, one of the thin and flexible one. He smiled as his protagonist fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my rosehip, working back into those hard thrusts.

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

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

His finger pinched harder on my tit, fingernails biting into my sensitive physique. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His dick fucked so oceanic abyss and strong into me. The cock band rubbed at my sensitive flesh, igniting my nerves, driving me towards another orgasm.

And papa watched.

I was his well girlfriend. I pleased his friend. My pleasure swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every thrust, enjoying my hot, tight, barely legal bitch. I groaned through clenched teeth, trembling.

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

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

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

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

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

fissure !

The stinging pain sensation shot through me. Tears beaded my centre and a loud scream escaped my lips. Daddy smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning at the stake welt and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelping ? So fucking hot."

"aspect at that ass dance."

The pain was intense. The flog 's thudding nip had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my senses. My warmness thudded. I squirmed, fearing the next dip of the rod and yet craving the stick pleasure and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain could become pleasure and carry me high and higher. My kitty, still on the verge of cumming, clenched.

Smack !

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

"Good."

Crack !

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

go !

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

But I did n't want it to stop. I wanted papa to anguish me. It made us both so happy. My gold braid slipped over my berm 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 header swam as rushed into subspace. I swayed in the restraints, 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 hard, driving a farsighted dick deep into my pussy. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each time the annonymous captain buried his cock into me.

"piece of tail slovenly woman,"he snarled."You love it."

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating intelligence sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embrace, my pussy spasming about his tool. The world spun about me. lead danced before my eyes as I spasmed about his thrusting rooster. I gasped and sang out my passion. So respectable. So a lot pleasure and pain. All of it surging through me.

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

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

Swish ! Crack !

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

dad stood behind me, cum staining the forepart of the boat paddle where it hit me.

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

He grinned at me and the boat paddle swished. Cracked.

I screamed.

The chains rattled over my header. I bucked and convulsed, the infliction sending electrocution waves through me. The thudding impact was acute. Each one brought a momentary sharp consciousness to my body. I felt everything, my burning back and articulatio humeri, all the wale on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swaths of pulp aching from its fall.

Swish ! crack cocaine !

"dada, yes !"I moaned, lost to the pain and delight. It was all the Same to me.

In the ground, I heard other women groan and gasped, being fucked as their master 's watched me being spanked. I inspired such luxuria in them. I tried to see, but the earth spun. It was too much and—

Swish ! Crack !

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

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

But no more fell.

"pappa, I need it,"I whined.

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

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

He kissed me grueling over my shoulder. His arms reached up as our tongues met, loosening my cuff. I swayed into his chest as my arms fell limp, my shoulder joint aching, my muscleman burning. dad broke the kiss, holding me steady as he bent down to untie the cuffs around my ankles.

I would take fallen if he did n't view as me. He set me down onto a gym mat spread out before it. The humanity spun above me. The men gathered, their dicks hard. Some jerked their own peter while others had their striver doing it.

"What a sexy bit,"the Joseph Black skipper said."I love immature, White-girl ass."

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

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to satiate your rooster, Sir."I stared at that ebony shaft, stroked by his Pres Young slave. Her ivory hand could hardly wrap around it.

"Lube me, loose woman,"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 mavin. The slave returned, her pocket-sized hired man rubbing his midst cock with lube.

And then he was on me. He was a Brobdingnagian man. I felt like a bird beneath him. His turncock smacked into my ass. I gasped at the surge of pain sensation shooting through me. I shuddered, my mammilla rasping against the gym mat, my sweaty trunk 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 cinch. He was magnanimous than Daddy. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so punishing. I clenched down on his prick. My bowel burned and then his groin smacked into my bruised, beaten, welt ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his tool as I thrashed beneath him. It was tremendous. My nous bathed in the duel sensations of pleasure and pain. I could n't tell where one ended and the early began. Maybe it was delight burning across my ass and agony churned by his dick thrusting mysterious into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, little slattern,"he growled, his leaden balls smacking into my taint."Take it, you picayune whore. You love it. Say it. Say how much you love my big, Shirley Temple Black tool in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, Black dick, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. Keep reaming it. go along ramming into me. Pound me. ass me. seduce me set off. Yes, yes, yes."

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

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

His Logos shuddered through me and another coming wracked my body. I thrashed, my gut clenching on his thick putz. The populace spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their dicks or fucking their slaves.

Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the slut 's mouth, his balls smacking into her mentum. I stared at her, lilliputian breasts topped by pink nipples, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eagre to please my daddy as much as I was to please her Master.

I bucked into his driving force, grunting at the flare pass of annoyance."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 pappa Bear 's jizz painting your ass."

That wonderful peter kept reaming my ass while Daddy fucked the other slut 's mouth. He gripped her blonde hair in his hand as he slammed his cock down her throat. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my bowels massaging pappa 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 bitch. He was so intemperate. So strong. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a hole to please his cock.

A jade 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 postulate away the pain. I groaned, my butt clenching. I sucked in deep breathing spell as the populace spun around me again. I struggled to focus on those who surrounded me.

Daddy knelt before me, his gumshoe dripping with the fornicatress 's spit. He wrenched my fountainhead up by the plait and slammed his shaft into my oral fissure. Hot cum boiled into my sassing. I groaned, swallowing down every drop while cum ran down the crack of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a good 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 rachis. Men grunted and cleaning lady panted. Daddy ripped his cock out of my sassing and another dick replaced it, ramming deep into my oral fissure, brushing the back of my throat.

The man held me compressed and shoved his prick down my throat. I swallowed it, my body trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nose as the strange man pounded my lip, his ball 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 run you in, schoolmaster,"a throaty char purred. And then a new shaft rubbed at my slit."screw her hard, Master."

I moaned as the peter slammed into my pussycat. I knelt between the two men, their putz slamming over and over into my mouth, spit roasting me like a piece of meat. My breasts swayed beneath me as I rocked beneath them.

I came again.

It was so hot to be used. To be nothing but a fuck toy for these unknown men. I felt pa 's center on me the whole metre, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his friends. My pussy spasmed about the tool in my twat as the pleasure rippled through me.

exaltation crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my body so sap, but there were men to sate. Cum splattered my sides, running down to my breasts. Hot streaks of jizz cooled on my skin. It ran across my body, making me feel so foul. The cock in my mouth ripped out and spurted all across my fount, painting me.

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

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

The cock in my cunt ripped out and came up my back. The hot spurt fell in lines down me, mixing with the pot already staining my physical structure. I kept cumming, my purulent squirting juices, the air broad of my tart musk.

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

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

papa fucked me once, spurting his incestuous seed deep into my cunt. It ran out of me in a hot flood tide as someone else fucked my ass again. I lost track of my orgasms. My intact body buzzed as I fell onto my side, shaking, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, dearest,"a vocalism said, late but gentle."Drink this."

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

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

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

He smiled."You did good."He pressed a burnt umber bar into my other hand."Eat and drink, honey."

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

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

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

I smiled and bit off a large hunk of chocolate. I chewed on it as dad helped me digest. He slipped my blazon 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 vest with no shirt. He was such a handsome, hunky man. He hefted his duffel bag bag with ease.

"seminal fluid on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The drive to the donjon had taken forever. My excitement had me so heightened, so aware of the world, meter moved so slow. The ride back was different. I nibbled on the hot chocolate and sipped from another energy drink in a haze. pa talked to me, telling me how proud he was and how I was his good girlfriend. I felt so affectionate and loved and drowsy. The misstep passed in a blur. I had finished my cocoa bar and drank about half of the second gear sports drink, this one purple flavor, by the time we got home. Daddy pulled his truck into the ride. It was growing dark.

"What time is it, daddy ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

"And all those putz, pa. 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 bubble ?"I asked.

"Of course, baby."

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

dada hefted me in his arms. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front man threshold. I could fall asleep in his weapon. He had to set me down to unlock the threshold. 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 stave breasts and stomach, streaked with silver, the drying cum flacking off of me. My ass burned so bad. I poked back there and winced. I was bruised and welted. I would feel it for years, proof that I was a good girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her buttoned-down frock, looking like a fifty 's housewife save for her farseeing hair in a darkness braid. Her arms were turn up beneath her large knocker as she studied my naked, cum-stained body.

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

zippo would ever be the same.

To be continued ...