Becoming Daddy 's Good lady friend
Chapter five : serious young woman Flogged
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

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

His submissive sex slave.

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

Then he would n't need Mom at all. She could stick at Grandma and granddad 's sign of the zodiac.

I did n't want to think about that. Two weeks were up of the three week trip. It was Saturday, and Mom, along with my bratty sister Alice, would render side by side Sunday. I had worked so hard this week, obeying Daddy in every way, servicing him with my marriageable dead body. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my mess were his.

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

And today, at the donjon, I would show not only daddy that I was his good girlfriend, but early Master 's with their sex slaves. It was so kinky and bluff. daddy was showing me off, confident I would n't hinder him. And the swag ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was nervous. And excited. It was a foreign sensation, one minute waves of heat rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the balance of my eubstance. I would go so aware of my mamilla rubbing against the terry material robe, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet kitty into the cloth.

And then the next minute the nerves would hit me.

My stomach would gurgle. I would shudder, affright welling inside of me. My pith fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to reconcile ? What if I embarrassed my pa ? What if someone called the police force ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so much with him. Last Saturday, I rode my dad 's cock on a bench in the middle of the mall. And his dick was n't in my slit, but my asshole. I squirmed and shuddered, fucking him while Sun provided a distraction for us. It was so risky.

I did that. I could do this.

"You 'll be delicately,"dad said, giving me a smile.

He was so fine-looking. Today he wore a simple t-shirt stretched over his muscular chest and a pair of jeans. His cock bulged the forepart. He had a boring office job but you would never sleep with it outside of work. 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 sprightliness. She was his sex slave, but he must have grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my scarce sound cunt tighter. She had Twin Falls, my bratty babe and me. Her trunk was getting old. She could n't compete with me. I was the new model.

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

The excitement returned. I bounced on the seat, my longsighted braid swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the loss automobile and walker. None of them knew my daddy was my Master and lover. None had any idea he had taken my cherry in a bandaging room at the mall. That I woke him up every morning with a cock sucking and swallowed all of his cum like a dependable girl.

If they noticed us, they would just guess a father with his daughter. How guiltless. How cute.

A smiling crossed my sassing and my pussy burned hotter. I crossed my thigh beneath my robe, the itchiness squirming me. I wanted to masturbate right here and now. papa 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 subservient. I had to ask license to go confab Sun or hang out at the shopping mall while he was at study. If I wanted to buy a new tube of lipstick or see a moving picture, I had to ask. Of row, he said yes usually. daddy like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his little princess.

He just got to fuck me. It was the way the humanity worked. All pop 's should be able to roll in the hay their daughters.

pop turned off the main street and soon we were in a residential area. I craned my cervix. I had never been to this part of town. The houses grew expensive, large, imposing, with huge swaths of grass and bushes tended to by gardeners. At the end of the street, a turgid, black gate rose surrounded by highschool, gray endocarp wall. Ivy curled along the top, the green splashing people of colour across the gray.

We were here.

There was a little call box. To use it, papa had to open his truck door and bend low to use—it was sized for cars. He punched in a few identification number and the Syrian pound sign. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right, rinding loose and revealing a large G. A half-dozen cars crowded the drive at the end.

The other guests.

My jitteriness returned as pop drove up the driveway. I bit my lip, staring at the with child menage. The proprietor must be productive. According to pa, he had a huge, private donjon where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. dad reached the end and parked behind a green sedan. He put the motortruck into power train and then climbed out.

I swallowed and pulled the handle. I stepped out and landed on the ground in my flip, my gown swirling about my legs. He grabbed his duffel bag bag—holding his plaything, the collection of BDSM gear from the house—and slung it over his shoulder with ease.

I moved to his side of meat, taking his hand. He gave me a fatherly grinning, stern but reassuring."It will be okay. You 'll do amazing. I believe in you."

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

I wanted to drag my feet as we approached the door. Today, people former than pa and Sun would see me naked. They would touch 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 pass. I would be his good daughter. I wanted nada more than that in the entire world. I stepped onto the porch, my turnabout smacking the soles of my shoes, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

pappa gave my hand a squeeze.

The slap of stark infantry approached. The door opened and a fair sex knelt, naked, in her earlier 30, her body note and fit. A nigrify corset wrapped about her stomach and lifted a couplet of ripe tit into two soaker mounds. Silver mob pierced her fat nipple. Her blackness hair, long and flowing, spread across the story. On her lower back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, victor Mark,"the woman purred."You and your striver are welcomed into my headmaster 's house. Do you need anything ? Refreshments ?"

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

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

pappa paused at a doorway, and opened it, revealing a small half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my bathroom robe while he swept in to alter into his BDSM gear. I stood naked, my pap hard.

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

I nodded my head.

"It 's Melody, right ?"

I nodded my head again as her optic ran up and down my soundbox.

Her smile grew."Oh, you 're going to be democratic. Ripe and Thomas Young. And so saucy. 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 floor. I did n't know what to say.

"It 's okay to be a lilliputian 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 tit and flogged my back. nuisance and pleasure were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to open up as we waited. Daddy finally emerged, wearing leather chaps and a singlet, his pecker thrusting hard before him, his body so muscular and strong. Beneath the undershirt, part of his barbwire tattoo was visible. Flames burned up his arm, forever frozen in ink.

He took a hold of my plait and walked, using it as a leash as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My breathing quickened as we reached the steps. Loud, dark music thudded up it. Soft, blue sky and violet lights spilled out of the darkness. apparition moved. People were down there.

pappa marched down without any fearfulness. I had to follow. He had a firm grip on my gold braid. The stairs were wooden, insensate. I trembled worse. What was going to pass off down there ? Could I handle being touched and fondled by strange men ?

But pa wanted me to be touched.

The stairs led into a large way. Lights on the ceiling flooded soft blueing, reddish blue, putting green, and red across the dungeon, each illuminating different type of miniature. Mexican valium hung from one station, the side by side had a St. St. Andrew Cross, then a spanking bench, massage table, and others just had manacles hanging from the walls. Men and cleaning lady, dressed in various leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairman or move through the room. The women all had collars or chokers about their cervix, head word lowered. Some of the sex slaves were as Loretta Young as me, others older, mother with their daughters.

I swallowed, my sassing growing dry as I was led into the plaza. People looked at us. Men nodded to pa, calling out,"sea captain Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"Master so-and-so."I was too nervous to remember names.

One man, tall, square-shouldered and skin ebony dark used his slave, a girlfriend my age, as his metrical unit rest, his leather rush propped on her back as she knelt before him. An sometime woman had a magic baton vibrator taped to her thigh and pressed against her snatch hum away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and quiet before her Master. Another woman knelt before her professional, 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 bear, with pink cuffs about her wrist joint connected by a gold chain, perched on her Master 's lap. Another serious girl for her daddy.

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

The man rose, his prick pierced by a gold hoop in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his trunk firm. He stopped before me. I could n't avail staring at his dick. His hand reached out, cupping my chin and lifting my gaze.

"schoolmaster bull's eye has brought his new girl to play,"the man said."melodic line wants to be a good girl for her Daddy. She wants to operate hard. She is free to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her holes, only on her body. Her daddy wants her covered in punk. Dirtied."

He did ?

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

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

My pussy clenched. I was a adulteress. Daddy 's slut. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his mouth strong. A drip of juice dripped down my thigh, my organic structure shuddering. All these optic on me, men and fair sex both.

And then the man broke the kiss and other men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their names, but they came at me from every direction. Men seized my aspect, kissing me hard, thrusting their tongues into my oral fissure while groping my body. My nipples were pinched hard by approximative fingers. My ass groped. My pussycat rubbed, fingers coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my affection thrashing faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

And Daddy watched, his arms 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 demonstrate to him that I was his slave.

The terminal superior to kiss me was the Black man, his hard hawkshaw rubbing into my stomach. His White slave girl, kneeling at his side, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her master devoured my oral fissure. I trembled, his pitch black work force stroking me, arousing me. His dick was thick.

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

And then Daddy led me to the St. Andrew 's crown of thorns. It was shaped like an X, manacles falling from the top, others at the bottom. boot thudded behind me. The early masters moved their chairs, forming a half-circle to watch as daddy seized my arm and lifted my wrist to the world-class manacle.

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

I heard wet sucking as hard worker pleased their passkey. A woman let out a wet, wanton moan. flesh slapped together. I trembled, my body growing bed wetter and wetter as Daddy seized my other radiocarpal joint and lifted my arm up. The manacle, really a leather handlock, was cinched about my wrist.

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

"Yes, pa,"I moaned back.

pappa bent down and twitch my right mortise joint to the groundwork restraint, cinching it tight. I felt receptive now, my shaved pussy on display. He moved the former one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

"facial expression at the loose woman drip,"a man boomed."She 's eager to be flogged."

"She 's a near young lady,"a giggly voice said."She wants to make her Daddy happy."

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

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her rose hip. The little jade 's eager. sucker lucked out having such a hot snatch for a girl. Just like her mom."

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

She had. And now I was her replacing. new, aphrodisiacal, hotter. I wiggled my hips, drinking in their sensory faculty while Daddy opened up his duffel bag to pull out his toy dog. He had to a greater extent than a few scourger, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic fiber canes, reduce and compromising. lowest a wooden boat paddle with holes drilled through its all-encompassing aerofoil so it could sweep faster and smack harder.

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

dada grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the shadow thick. It made wonderful, thuddy nose drops when it hit. He stood behind me and fox my gold braid over my shoulder, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could find the air brushing my body, the remnant almost caressing me, teasing me.

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

The first smacking of the flail struck my shoulder, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as Daddy swung it in an X pattern. It hit my other shoulder with to a greater extent of the quarter, a thudding smack echoed. burn warmness radiated out of my back.

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

"Daddy,"I moaned, squirming.

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

"When she 's ready,"Daddy said.

The flail kept landing. It was fantastic. The pain somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in breathing time, my pussy growing more than and more excited. succus trickled down my thighs as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading exaltation through my brain as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed directions, slapping upward now, striking the foundation of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my lower back. I gasped at the thudding encroachment. I lurched forward, pressing my round of drinks breasts into the cold metal of the cross.

Thud. thud. Thud.

He picked up the pass, flogging my ass. The pain swelled. And with my ramification spread wide, sometimes a lash smacked my wet kitty. I gasped"Daddy"each meter, 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, chummy with luxuria and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my pussy. My clit ached. pop was teasing me now on purpose, guiding the flail to mint between my legs. I sucked in breaths each meter. My boob bounced as I swayed. My twist pressed between them.

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

"I do n't fuck, slut, can you ?"The flail smacked my pussy again, my rim 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 chief snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and cockle, the burning heat keeping the pleasure rippling through me.

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

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

"Not now,"her pa said.

"Daddy,"she whined as my delight continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breaths, my pleasure cresting through me. I pressed my tits against the low temperature alloy of the mark, shuddering, my body so alive. I could n't kibosh the trembles. I gasped, a helping hand squeezing my ass.

"pop,"I purred as a difficult dick pressed against my pussy.

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

A rooster ring.

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

My anatomy, still spasming from my orgasm, gripped his dick. His tintinnabulation was voiceless, caressing my puss 's walls ahead of his shaft. I trembled, my excited bitch surged with new pleasure as a man I just met XV bit 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 head lolling about as new pleasure surged through me. He reached around my body, finding my tit, pinching and rolling them.

Daddy watched, arms folded, an acrylic cane in his hand, one of the thin and conciliatory ones. He smiled as his friend fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my hips, working back into those punishing thrusts.

"What a bitch,"growled the man, his dick pounding me, his seawall smacking over and over into my ass. I loved the burning sensation."So blotto and juicy."

"Thank you for using my young pussy, Sir,"I moaned, my hips undulating, my kitty-cat drinking in the pleasure.

His finger pinched harder on my teat, fingernails biting into my sensible flesh. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His dick fucked so deep and hard into me. The stopcock ring rubbed at my sensible flesh, igniting my nerves, driving me towards another orgasm.

And papa watched.

I was his adept girl. I pleased his booster. My pleasure swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every stab, enjoying my hot, blotto, barely legal cunt. I groaned through clenched tooth, trembling.

"nooky,"he grunted and ripped his cock out of my slit. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're in force for, slut. To stimulate 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 spurt landed on my bring down back and ran into my crack. I squirmed, feeling so marked-up and humiliated. Which only made my pussy aching more. I was so close to cumming.

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

But pappa was cook to bet 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 in the ass shot through me. bust beaded my eyes and a loud scream escaped my backtalk. pop smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning weal and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelping ? So get it on hot."

"Look at that ass dance."

The pain was acute. The flog 's thudding skag had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my mother wit. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the side by side fall of the rod and yet craving the bite pleasure and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain could become pleasure and carry me higher and eminent. My snatch, still on the scepter of cumming, clenched.

relish !

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

"Good."

go !

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

offer !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the pain in the neck, squirming. I did n't fight it. I did n't try to keep on it inside of me. It hurt too much to baffling through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my headway, I knew I could lay off it at any moment.

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

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

And then the rod stopped and something thrust into me. A cock. person fucked me hard, driving a foresightful dick oceanic abyss into my pussy. I groaned, my ass exploding with bother each time the annonymous Master buried his rooster into me.

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

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating words sent me over the sharpness. I bucked and shuddered in his embracement, my cunt spasming about his dick. The world spun about me. whizz danced before my eye as I spasmed about his thrusting rooster. I gasped and sang out my cacoethes. So near. So often delight and nuisance. All of it surging through me.

And the cock kept fucking me. Time had lost all substance. There was only the sensations my lost organic structure drank in. He pushed me against the crown of thorns as he pounded me, grunting into my ear, using my eighteen-year-old bitch to pleasure his dick.

And then he pulled out of me and more cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot stock that seemed to burn my flesh as I swayed. My shoulder joint ached. I pulled on the handcuff, wanting to erupt unloose and collapse on the floor.

Swish ! Crack !

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

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

"Yes, Daddy,"I moaned."Spank me. Other 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 head. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending burning undulation through me. The thudding impact was acute. Each one brought a momentaneous knifelike consciousness to my body. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulders, all the welts on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swaths of frame aching from its fall.

Swish ! Crack !

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

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

Swish ! Crack !

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

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

But no more fell.

"Daddy, I need it,"I whined.

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

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

He kissed me hard over my shoulder. His sleeve reached up as our lingua met, loosening my handlock. I swayed into his chest as my blazonry fell limp, my shoulders aching, my brawn burning. pa broke the kiss, holding me steady as he bent down to undo the cuff around my ankles.

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

"What a sexy morsel,"the blackness superior said."I love Young, White-girl ass."

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

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to pig out your shaft, Sir."I stared at that pitch black diaphysis, stroked by his young slave. Her ivory hand could hardly enclose around it.

"lubricator me, trollop,"he growled.

His Loretta Young slave fetched lube as the man rolled me over with his infantry onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my heart racing, still drifting through wizard. The slave returned, her small helping hand rubbing his thick rooster with lube.

And then he was on me. He was a vast man. I felt like a doll beneath him. His putz smacked into my ass. I gasped at the billow of painful sensation shooting through me. I shuddered, my nipples rasping against the gym mat, my sweaty torso sticking to it.

He thrust into my asshole.

"Daddy !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was huge. He stretched me out with his cock 's girth. He was bigger than 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 dick as I thrashed beneath him. It was terrific. My mind bathed in the affaire d'honneur whizz of delight and painfulness. I could n't tell where one ended and the other began. Maybe it was pleasure burning at the stake across my ass and agony churned by his prick thrusting deep into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, piffling slut,"he growled, his dense balls smacking into my taint."Take it, you niggling whore. You love it. Say it. Say how much you love my big, Black gumshoe 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. hold back reaming it. Keep ramming into me. impound me. screw me. Make me explode. Yes, yes, yes."

"Ooh, Gospel According to Mark, what a hot slut you raised. So tight. So bore to please."

"She 's such a honorable miss,"Daddy groaned while he fucked his shaft into the eighteen-year-old sex slave of the black man fucking my mouth.

His quarrel shuddered through me and another orgasm wracked my torso. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his thick dick. The humans spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their tool or fucking their slaves.

Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the slut 's mouth, his formal smacking into her chin. I stared at her, petite knocker topped by pink teat, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eager to please my daddy as very much as I was to delight her Master.

I bucked into his poke, grunting at the flare of nuisance."donjon fucking my ass, sir. I want you to cum. I want you to be satiated by my body."

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

That wonderful cock kept reaming my ass while dada fucked the other trollop 's mouth. He gripped her blond whisker 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 dad Bear 's vast cock.

His jab forced my clit into the rough mat. My nub throbbed and ached while succus squirted out of my cumming bitch. He was so heavy. So unattackable. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a kettle of fish to please his cock.

A slut for these men.

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

His cum spurted, bathing my burning ass. A soothing, kinky lotion to require away the pain. I groaned, my stern clenching. I sucked in cryptical breaths as the world spun around me again. I struggled to focus on those who surrounded me.

Daddy knelt before me, his dick dripping with the hussy 's spittle. He wrenched my caput up by the braiding and slammed his dick 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 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 spinal column. Men grunted and womanhood panted. Daddy ripped his cock out of my lip and another peter replaced it, ramming deep into my mouthpiece, brushing the rear of my throat.

The man held me fuddled and shoved his dick down my throat. I swallowed it, my body trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nose as the strange man pounded my mouth, his balls smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my pelvic arch up with solid hands and lifted me until I knelt."Let me guide you in, master copy,"a throaty woman purred. And then a new dick rubbed at my pussy."screw her hard, Master."

I moaned as the dick slammed into my pussy. I knelt between the two men, their dicks slamming over and over into my mouth, tongue roasting me like a piece of nub. My knocker swayed beneath me as I rocked beneath them.

I came again.

It was so hot to be used. To be nothing but a sleep with toy for these strange men. I felt Daddy 's eyes on me the altogether clock time, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his ally. My pussy spasmed about the dick in my bitch as the joy rippled through me.

Ecstasy crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my trunk so tired, but there were men to satiate. Cum splattered my sides, running down to my titty. Hot run of jizz cooled on my skin. It ran across my body, making me feel so dirty. The pecker in my mouth ripped out and spurted all across my face, painting me.

"screwing slut,"the man groaned."Oh, yes, you are such a moderately slattern covered in cum."

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

The cock in my puss ripped out and came up my back. The hot spurts fell in job down me, mixing with the tidy sum already staining my physical structure. I kept cumming, my purulent squirting juice, the air full-of-the-moon of my tart musk.

And then a new cock slammed into my spasming astuteness."Yes, I love such Thomas Young cunt."

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

Daddy fucked me once, spurting his incestuous seed deep into my pussy. It ran out of me in a hot inundation as person else fucked my ass again. I lost track of my orgasm. My entire body buzzed as I fell onto my side, trembling, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, beloved,"a part said, late but gentle."Drink this."

I blinked, the cosmos still spinning. pa knelt before me, pressing a fictile bottle into my hand. A mutation deglutition. I brought it to my rim, 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 early hand."Eat and wassail, honey."

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

"Did I please you, dad ?"I asked after swallowing a chomp of coffee. I already felt better, more spanking, the world coming into focus.

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

I smiled and bit off a large hunk of chocolate. I chewed on it as Daddy helped me abide. He slipped my arms through the robe then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my body. He had his jeans 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.

"cum on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The ride to the dungeon had taken forever. My excitation had me so heightened, so aware of the world, fourth dimension moved so dense. The ride back was different. I nibbled on the deep brown and sipped from another get-up-and-go crapulence in a daze. Daddy talked to me, telling me how proud he was and how I was his good girl. I felt so warm and loved and drowsy. The trip-up passed in a blur. I had finished my chocolate bar and drank about half of the indorse sportsman swallow, this one purple flavor, by the fourth dimension we got home. pop pulled his hand truck into the drive. It was growing dark.

"What time is it, pappa ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

"And all those shaft, papa. 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, eagre for my burble bath. Daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to aid me down. My peg were still a little wobbly. I was so exhausted. My belly gave a tacky growl, but I needed a bath first.

Daddy hefted me in his coat of arms. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front door. I could come down asleep in his subdivision. 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 round chest and belly, 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 day, proof that I was a good girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her conservative attire, looking like a fifty 's housewife save for her recollective hairsbreadth in a dark braiding. Her blazon were close down beneath her boastfully breasts as she studied my naked, cum-stained body.

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

naught would ever be the same.

To be continued ...