Becoming Daddy 's Good daughter
Chapter quintet : near fille Flogged
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I trembled as I rode beside Daddy 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 examine to dad I was his good girl.

His subservient sex slave.

A week ago, he showed me a gold-chain garrotter with a unicorn charm dangling on it. We were at the promenade with my BFF Sun. The two of us had remote control sex toys inside of us, a vibrator in my pussy and a butt hack in hers. pop 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 granddaddy 's family.

I did n't need to think about that. Two weeks were up of the three week misstep. It was Sabbatum, and Mom, along with my bratty sis Alice, would return next Sunday. I had worked so hard this workweek, obeying Daddy in every way, servicing him with my marriageable body. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my holes 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 good young lady, but other Master 's with their sex slaves. It was so kinky and boldface. papa was showing me off, convinced 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 foreign superstar, one minute waves of oestrus rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the rest of my body. I would become so aware of my mamilla rubbing against the Dame Ellen Terry material 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 shudder, panic welling inside of me. My nub fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to submit ? What if I embarrassed my daddy ? What if individual called the police force ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so much with him. endure Sabbatum, I rode my daddy 's cock on a bench in the midsection of the shopping mall. And his tool was n't in my cunt, 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,"pa said, giving me a smile.

He was so handsome. Today he wore a dewy-eyed t-shirt stretched over his muscular thorax and a pair of denim. His peter bulged the movement. He had a boring spot job but you would never make love it outside of piece of work. He had tattoos covering his torso like a grave biker and secure eyes.

People saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my living. She was his sex hard worker, but he must have grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my barely effectual bitch tighter. She had twins, my bratty sister and me. Her body was getting old. She could n't contend with me. I was the new model.

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

The excitement returned. I bounced on the seat, my long gold braid swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the release cars and walker. None of them have sex my dad was my Master and fan. None had any idea he had taken my cherry in a binding room at the center. That I woke him up every morning with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a dependable girl.

If they noticed us, they would just opine a don with his daughter. How innocuous. How cute.

A grin crossed my lips and my kitty-cat burned hotter. I crossed my second joint beneath my robe, the scabies squirming me. I wanted to jerk off right 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 give me permit. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his slavish. I had to ask permission to go visit Sun or hang out at the shopping center while he was at work. If I wanted to buy a new tube of lipstick or see a motion-picture show, I had to ask. Of course of action, he said yes usually. Daddy like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his fiddling princess.

He just got to know me. It was the way the world worked. All pappa 's should be able to bed their daughters.

Daddy turned off the chief street and soon we were in a residential surface area. I craned my neck. I had never been to this parting of township. The family grew expensive, large, imposing, with huge swaths of grass and George H.W. Bush tended to by nurseryman. At the end of the street, a big, blacken gate rose surrounded by richly, gray stone rampart. Ivy curled along the top, the green splashing colouring material across the gray.

We were here.

There was a small call box. To use it, pa had to open his truck door and bend low to use—it was sized for cars. He punched in a few issue and the pound mansion. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right hand, rinding open and revealing a big cubic yard. A six cars crowded the drive at the end.

The other guests.

My restiveness returned as Daddy drove up the drive. I bit my lip, staring at the tumid house. The possessor must be rich. According to pappa, he had a huge, private dungeon where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. dada reached the end and parked behind a Green sedan. He put the truck into power train and then climbed out.

I swallowed and pulled the handle. I stepped out and landed on the priming coat in my switch, my robe swirling about my branch. He grabbed his duffel bag—holding his toys, the collecting of BDSM gear from the house—and slung it over his shoulder with ease.

I moved to his side, taking his mitt. He gave me a fatherly smile, hind end but reassuring."It will be okay. You 'll do amazing. I believe in you."

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

I wanted to drag my feet as we approached the door. Today, people former than Daddy and Sun would see me naked. They would stir me, spank me, and even love me. Today was my coming out party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would make it. I would be his upright girl. I wanted nothing more than that in the entire mankind. I stepped onto the porch, my flip-flops smacking the sol of my brake shoe, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

dad gave my handwriting a squeeze.

The slap of bare pes approached. The room access opened and a woman knelt, au naturel, in her earlier 30, her torso flavour and fit. A black corset wrapped about her tummy and lifted a pair of right tit into two dipsomaniac mounds. Silver tintinnabulation pierced her fat teat. Her black hair, long and flowing, spread across the level. On her lower back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

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

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

I stared at her ass, my fountainhead swiveling to look behind me, my eyes locked on her. I spotted her pussy, shaved, a silver closed chain pierced her button, a charm suspension from it. I swallowed. She was beautiful. She was what I wanted to be for Daddy.

pop paused at a threshold, and opened it, revealing a pocket-sized half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my Bath gown while he swept in to switch into his BDSM cogwheel. 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 thighs 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 body.

Her smile grew."Oh, you 're going to be popular. Ripe and Loretta Young. And so refreshful. 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 hunky-dory to be a little shy,"Lizzie whispered."No one down there 's going to harm you, just hurt you. And you like being hurt, do n't you ?"

I nodded my head, remembering the times pop clamped my pap and flogged my back. Pain and pleasure were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to spread out up as we waited. Daddy finally emerged, wearing leather blighter and a vest, his cock thrusting hard before him, his body so muscular and strong. Beneath the vest, part of his barbwire tattoo was visible. Flames burned up his arms, forever frozen in ink.

He took a hold of my braid and walked, using it as a leash as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My ventilation quickened as we reached the stairs. Loud, dark music thudded up it. Soft, bluing and violet lights spilled out of the darkness. vestige moved. People were down there.

pappa marched down without any fearfulness. I had to accompany. He had a unfluctuating grip on my braid. The stairs were wooden, cold. I trembled unfit. What was going to go on down there ? Could I wield being touched and fondled by strange men ?

But pappa wanted me to be touched.

The step led into a heavy room. Lights on the ceiling flooded soft blues, violets, viridity, and red across the dungeon, each illuminating different type of toys. roofy hung from one station, the next had a St. Andrews crossing, then a spanking work bench, massage table, and others just had manacle hanging from the wall. Men and women, dressed in various leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairs or impress through the elbow room. The women all had collars or collar about their neck opening, headspring lowered. Some of the sex slave were as young as me, others older, mothers with their daughters.

I swallowed, my mouthpiece growing dry as I was led into the center. masses looked at us. Men nodded to Daddy, calling out,"Master Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"master copy so-and-so."I was too queasy to remember names.

One man, tall, broad-shouldered and scrape jet black dark used his slave, a girl my age, as his foot rest, his leather iron boot propped on her back as she knelt before him. An aged adult female had a conjuring trick wand vibrator taped to her thigh and adjure against her pussy humming away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and quiet before her Master. Another woman knelt before her maestro, sucking on his dick. Not hard, like she was trying to realize him cum, just enough to devote him pleasure. A daughter in a pink slip, with pink turnup about her carpus connected by a atomic number 79 chemical chain, perched on her Master 's lap. Another good girl for her daddy.

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

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

"passkey bull's eye has brought his new lady friend to play,"the man said."air wants to be a good girl for her dad. She wants to work 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 dada wants her covered in spunk. Dirtied."

He did ?

I trembled as the dick throbbed so hard before me. What would it be like to feel a prick pierced with a mob fucking me ? pappa wanted me to be used by these men, so it was okay for me to starve after them. To enjoy what would pass off today.

"Let 's all welcome melodic line,"the man said, bending down, his mouth nearing mine,"before the slovenly woman 's a complete mess."

My pussy clenched. I was a slut. Daddy 's fornicatress. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his sass strong. A drip of juices dripped down my second joint, my dead body shuddering. All these center on me, men and adult female both.

And then the man broke the kiss and other men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their name calling, but they came at me from every direction. Men seized my side, kissing me hard, thrusting their tongues into my lip while groping my body. My tit were pinched hard by unsmooth digit. My ass groped. My pussy rubbed, finger's breadth coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my heart beating faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

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

The final Master to buss me was the Black man, his intemperately dick rubbing into my stomach. His gabardine striver girl, kneeling at his face, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her master devoured my mouth. I trembled, his ebon manus 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 address being kissed and touched by other men. It would ready pa so glad. He came to me, seizing my hair again, a pleased smile on his lips.

And then papa led me to the St. Andrew 's Cross. It was shaped like an X, manacles falling from the top, others at the bottom. kicking thudded behind me. The other professional moved their president, forming a half-circle to determine as papa seized my arm and lifted my radiocarpal joint to the first manacle.

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

I heard wet sucking as slaves pleased their superior. A fair sex let out a wet, wanton moan. flesh slapped together. I trembled, my body growing wetting agent and surfactant as Daddy seized my other wrist and lifted my arm up. The manacle, really a leather cuff, was cinched about my wrist.

"You cook, dearest ?"Daddy whispered, pressing against me.

"Yes, Daddy,"I moaned back.

Daddy bent down and jerked my right mortise joint to the foot chasteness, cinching it fuddled. I felt open now, my shaved twat on display. He moved the other one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

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

"She 's a in force fille,"a giggly vocalism said."She wants to make her dad happy."

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

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her hips. The slight slut 's eagre. mark lucked out having such a hot snatch for a daughter. Just like her mom."

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

She had. And now I was her replenishment. Younger, aphrodisiacal, hotter. I wiggled my hips, drinking in their sensation while Daddy opened up his duffel bag to get out out his plaything. He had Sir Thomas More than a few floggers, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic fiber canes, thin and flexible. Last a wooden paddle with hollow drilled through its broad surface so it could swing faster and smack harder.

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

dada grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the nates thick. It made wonderful, thuddy smacks when it hit. He stood behind me and threw 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 ending almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to palpate the insect bite. I was so wind up. All these aphrodisiacal men and hot fair sex watching me, lusting after me. I was the emasculated girl here. papa had to be so gallant of me.

The initiatory slap of the flail struck my shoulder, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as Daddy swung it in an X radiation pattern. It hit my other shoulder with more than of the tail, a thudding smack echoed. burning affectionateness radiated out of my back.

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

"pop,"I moaned, squirming.

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

"When she 's make,"Daddy said.

The flail kept landing. It was howling. The pain somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in breath, my cunt growing to a greater extent and more excited. Juices trickled down my thighs as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading rapture through my thinker as the flail thudded harder.

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

Thud. thumping. Thud.

He picked up the passing, flogging my ass. The hurting swelled. And with my stage spread wide, sometimes a lash smacked my wet puss. I gasped"Daddy"each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of nuisance transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

"Do you love 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 striver purred, thick with lecherousness and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my pussy. My clitoris ached. Daddy was teasing me now on determination, guiding the flail to come to between my pegleg. I sucked in breaths each sentence. My knocker bounced as I swayed. My gold braid pressed between them.

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

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

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

"You may cum as a great deal as you want today."

The flail cracked on my pussy.

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

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

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

"Not now,"her dada said.

"pop,"she whined as my pleasure continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breather, my delight cresting through me. I pressed my titty against the coldness metal of the crossbreeding, shuddering, my eubstance so alive. I could n't stop the trembles. I gasped, a hand squeezing my ass.

"pappa,"I purred as a hard tool pressed against my pussy.

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

A dick ring.

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

My frame, still spasming from my coming, gripped his dick. His ring was hard, caressing my pussy 's walls ahead of his peter. I trembled, my excited cunt surged with new pleasure as a man I just met fifteen transactions 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 nous lolling about as new pleasure surged through me. He reached around my trunk, finding my nipples, pinching and rolling them.

dada watched, branch folded, an acrylic cane in his hand, one of the slender and flexible unity. He smiled as his friend fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my hips, working back into those severe thrusts.

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

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

His fingers pinched harder on my nipples, fingernails biting into my sensitive material body. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His shaft fucked so deep and backbreaking into me. The pecker halo rubbed at my sensitive physical body, igniting my face, driving me towards another orgasm.

And Daddy watched.

I was his good little girl. I pleased his friend. My joy swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every poke, enjoying my hot, soused, barely legal cunt. I groaned through clenched teeth, trembling.

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

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

The jizz dripped down my electrocution ass. A final spurt landed on my small backbone and ran into my crack. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my pussy ache more. I was so close to cumming.

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

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

Crack !

The stinging pain shot through me. Tears beaded my oculus and a tatty sidesplitter escaped my mouth. 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 yelp ? So fucking hot."

"Look at that ass dance."

The botheration was vivid. The flog 's thudding smacks had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my sensory faculty. My substance thudded. I squirmed, fearing the succeeding spill of the rod and yet craving the prick delight and boot of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain could become pleasure and carry me higher and higher. My snatch, still on the verge of cumming, clenched.

Smack !

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

"Good."

cleft !

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

Crack !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the pain, squirming. I did n't contend it. I did n't try to save it inside of me. It hurt too often to toughened through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my head, I knew I could stop it at any moment.

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

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

And then the rod stopped and something driving force into me. A cock. someone fucked me hard, driving a long dick deep into my pussy. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each meter the annonymous Master buried his dick into me.

"roll in the hay slovenly woman,"he snarled."You love it."

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating Holy Writ sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embracement, my twat spasming about his cock. The world spun about me. mavin danced before my eyes as I spasmed about his thrusting cock. I gasped and sang out my passion. So good. So a lot pleasure and pain. All of it surging through me.

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

And then he pulled out of me and Sir Thomas More cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot strain that seemed to cut my build as I swayed. My shoulder joint ached. I pulled on the handcuff, wanting to break free and collapse on the floor.

Swish ! Crack !

I screamed. The wooden board with all the jam smacked into my ass hard. I felt my butt-cheek suck into all the holes as it pulled away with a pocket-size pop. I swayed, the pain surging through me. My headland 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 paddle swished. Cracked.

I screamed.

The chains rattled over my drumhead. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending burning waves through me. The thudding impact was intense. Each one brought a fleeting tart awareness to my organic structure. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulder joint, all the weal on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swath of flesh aching from its fall.

Swish ! offer !

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

In the backcloth, I heard other charwoman groan and gasped, being fucked as their master 's watched me being spanked. I inspired such lust in them. I tried to take care, but the world spun. It was too a lot and—

Swish ! Crack !

I screamed and thrashed. Another punishmentgasm surged through me. Juices flooded hot down my thighs. I tried to rip myself relieve of my simplicity as the joy 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."Draw blood."

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

He kissed me hard over my berm. His arms reached up as our natural language met, loosening my handlock. I swayed into his breast as my arm fell limp, my articulatio humeri aching, my muscular tissue burning. Daddy broke the buss, holding me steady as he bent down to unmake the manacle 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 world spun above me. The men gathered, their dicks hard. Some jerked their own cock while others had their striver doing it.

"What a sexy bite,"the Black Master said."I love new, White-girl ass."

"Enjoy her,"Daddy said."The strumpet '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 diaphysis, stroked by his untried striver. Her ivory hand could hardly enclose around it.

"lubricant me, slut,"he growled.

His young slave fetched lube as the man rolled me over with his foot onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my heart racing, still drifting through sensations. The slave returned, her small hands rubbing his midst cock with lube.

And then he was on me. He was a huge man. I felt like a doll beneath him. His shaft smacked into my ass. I gasped at the surge of pain sensation shooting through me. I shuddered, my nipple rasping against the gym mat, my sweaty body sticking to it.

He thrust into my asshole.

"Daddy !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was vast. He stretched me out with his cock 's girth. He was giving than papa. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so laborious. I clenched down on his dick. My intestine burned and then his jetty smacked into my bruised, beaten, welt ass.

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

"Oh, that 's it, little jade,"he growled, his heavy balls smacking into my contamination."Take it, you trivial whore. You love it. Say it. Say how much you love my big, Shirley Temple Black dick 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. Keep ramming into me. lumber me. fuck me. Make me burst forth. Yes, yes, yes."

"Ooh, Mark, what a hot slut you raised. So closely. So bore to please."

"She 's such a good girlfriend,"daddy groaned while he fucked his putz into the eighteen-year-old sex slave of the Black man fucking my mouth.

His watchword shuddered through me and another coming wracked my dead body. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his thick stopcock. 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 orb smacking into her chin. I stared at her, tiny breasts topped by pinko pap, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eager to delight my pop as a great deal as I was to please her Master.

I bucked into his drive, grunting at the flash of pain."Keep screw 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 experience Papa Bear 's jizz painting your ass."

That wonderful peter kept reaming my ass while pappa fucked the early slut 's mouth. He gripped her blonde whisker in his hand as he slammed his cock down her pharynx. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my bowels massaging daddy Bear 's huge cock.

His thrusts forced my clit into the jolting mat. My nub throbbed and ached while succus squirted out of my cumming cunt. He was so heavy. So strong. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a cakehole to please his cock.

A fornicatress for these men.

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

His cum spurted, bathing my combustion ass. A soothing, kinky lotion to guide away the pain. I groaned, my laughingstock clenching. I sucked in rich breathing spell as the world spun around me again. I struggled to center on those who surrounded me.

pa knelt before me, his dick dripping with the jade 's saliva. He wrenched my head up by the braiding and slammed his dick into my mouthpiece. Hot cum boiled into my back talk. I groaned, swallowing down every drop while cum ran down the go 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 spikelet. Men grunted and women panted. pop ripped his cock out of my mouth and another dick replaced it, ramming deep into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat.

The man held me tight and shoved his peter down my throat. I swallowed it, my body trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nose as the strange man pounded my back talk, his globe smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my coxa up with solid workforce and lifted me until I knelt."Let me guide you in, headmaster,"a throaty woman purred. And then a new gumshoe rubbed at my pussy."Fuck her hard, Master."

I moaned as the cock slammed into my slit. I knelt between the two men, their dicks slamming over and over into my mouth, spit roasting me like a patch 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 piece of tail 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 supporter. My cunt spasmed about the gumshoe in my pussy as the pleasure rippled through me.

exaltation crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my physical structure so tired, but there were men to satiate. Cum splattered my side, running down to my breasts. Hot streaks of jizz cooled on my pelt. It ran across my body, making me feel so soil. The cock in my mouth ripped out and spurted all across my face, painting me.

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

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

The rooster in my cunt ripped out and came up my back. The hot spurt fell in lines down me, mixing with the mess already staining my trunk. I kept cumming, my pussy squirting succus, the air to the full of my tart musk.

And then a new cock slammed into my spasming depths."Yes, I love such 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 blissfulness and agony. My ass hurt. They liked to spank it as they fucked me or pull hard on my braid as they slammed their dicks into my mouth.

dad fucked me once, spurting his incestuous source deep into my cunt. It ran out of me in a hot flood as person else fucked my ass again. I lost cart track of my orgasms. My entire body buzzed as I fell onto my side, trembling, lying in a pool of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a voice said, deep but blue-blooded."Drink this."

I blinked, the world still spinning. pop knelt before me, pressing a plastic bottle into my helping hand. A sport drink. I brought it to my sassing, gulping the amobarbital sodium, 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 chocolate bar into my early paw."Eat and fuddle, honey."

He stroked me through the bathrobe as I finished the sports drink then nibbled on the umber bar. I trembled. handclasp wracked my organic structure as I came down from the high school of subspace and all the orgasms I had experienced.

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

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

I smiled and bit off a vauntingly lump of chocolate. I chewed on it as Daddy helped me stand. 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.

"Come on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The ride to the dungeon had taken forever. My agitation had me so heightened, so aware of the humanity, time moved so behind. The drive back was different. I nibbled on the chocolate and sipped from another energy drink in a haze. pappa talked to me, telling me how gallant he was and how I was his honorable girl. I felt so warm and have sex and drowsy. The trip passed in a blur. I had finished my coffee bar and drank about half of the second sports potable, this one purple flavor, by the time we got home. dada pulled his truck into the drive. It was growing dark.

"What time is it, Daddy ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

"And all those prick, pappa. 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 trend, baby."

I beamed, eagre for my bubble tub. Daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to facilitate me down. My legs were still a little wobbly. I was so eat. My stomach gave a loud growl, but I needed a bathing tub first.

Daddy hefted me in his arms. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the presence threshold. I could go down asleep in his arms. He had to set me down to unlock the door. I stumbled in after him and automatically stripped out of the bathrobe.

I had to be naked inside the house.

I stared down at my round tit and stomach, streaked with ash gray, 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 find it for days, proof that I was a dear girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her buttoned-down dress, looking like a L 's housewife save for her long haircloth in a shadow braid. Her limb were folded beneath her large breasts as she studied my raw, cum-stained body.

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

Nothing would ever be the same.

To be continued ...