Becoming dad 's Good Girl
Chapter cinque : near Girl Flogged
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I trembled as I rode beside pop in his hand truck. I squirmed, wearing only my terry cloth bathrobe, the pinko cloth caressing my naked body beneath. I bit my lip, my stomach unquiet. Today was the big day. Today I would establish to Daddy I was his proficient girl.

His submissive sex slave.

A calendar week ago, he showed me a gold-chain dog collar with a unicorn charm dangling on it. We were at the mall with my BFF Sun. The two of us had remote restraint sex toys inside of us, a vibrator in my pussycat and a butt chew in hers. daddy promised me if I proved myself, he would give it to me. take in me his sex slave.

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

I did n't want to opine about that. Two hebdomad were up of the three hebdomad tripper. It was Saturday, and Mom, along with my bratty sis Alice, would return next Sunday. I had worked so hard this week, obeying dada in every way, servicing him with my nubile dead body. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my holes were his.

dad knew every in of my eighteen-year-old body.

And today, at the keep, I would show not only pappa that I was his good girl, but early schoolmaster 's with their sex striver. It was so frizzy and bold. pa was showing me off, confident I would n't embarrass him. And the prize ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was nervous. And excited. It was a unusual ace, one minute waves of heat rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the rest of my consistence. I would turn so mindful of my mamilla rubbing against the Dame Alice Ellen Terry textile gown, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet pussy into the cloth.

And then the side by side minute the spunk would hit me.

My belly would bubble. I would shudder, panic welling inside of me. My heart fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to render ? What if I embarrassed my daddy ? What if mortal called the police ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so often with him. final Saturday, I rode my papa 's cock on a bench in the middle of the center. And his dick 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 hunky-dory,"daddy said, giving me a smile.

He was so handsome. Today he wore a elementary jersey stretched over his muscular chest and a pair of jean. His cock bulged the front. He had a dull agency job but you would never know it outside of oeuvre. He had tattoos covering his body like a severe biker and stiff eyes.

masses saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my aliveness. She was his sex slave, but he must have grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my barely legal twat tighter. She had twins, my brattish sister and me. Her body was getting old. She could n't contend with me. I was the new model.

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

The excitation returned. I bounced on the can, my hanker braid swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the passing auto and pedestrians. None of them knew my pop was my Master and lover. None had any idea he had taken my cherry in a dressing elbow room at the promenade. That I woke him up every morning with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a safe girl.

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

A smile crossed my mouth and my puss burned hotter. I crossed my thighs beneath my robe, the itch squirming me. I wanted to masturbate rightfield 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 sacrifice me permit. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his submissive. I had to ask license to go visit Sun or hang out at the shopping centre while he was at work. If I wanted to buy a new tube of lipstick or see a movie, I had to ask. Of course, he said yes usually. papa like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his niggling princess.

He just got to eff me. It was the way the world worked. All pa 's should be able to fuck their daughters.

Daddy turned off the briny street and soon we were in a residential region. I craned my neck. I had never been to this part of township. The house grew expensive, vauntingly, imposing, with huge belt of Mary Jane and bushes tended to by gardeners. At the end of the street, a large, black gate rose surrounded by high, Thomas Gray Oliver Stone wall. Ivy curled along the top, the greenness splashing gloss across the gray.

We were here.

There was a small call box. To use it, Daddy had to spread his truck doorway and turn low to use—it was sized for cars. He punched in a few numbers and the hammering signaling. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right hand, rinding receptive and revealing a large yard. A six auto crowded the private road at the end.

The other guests.

My jumpiness returned as papa drove up the driveway. I bit my lip, staring at the large house. The possessor must be rich. According to dad, he had a Brobdingnagian, individual dungeon where sealed activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. Daddy reached the end and parked behind a commons 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 background in my tack, my robe swirling about my pegleg. He grabbed his duffel bag—holding his toys, the collection of BDSM gear from the house—and slung it over his shoulder joint with ease.

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

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

I wanted to dredge my feet as we approached the room access. Today, people other than Daddy and Sun would see me naked. They would touch me, spank me, and even fuck me. Today was my coming out party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would kick the bucket. I would be his skilful miss. I wanted nothing more than that in the full world. I stepped onto the porch, my tack smacking the sole of my shoes, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

Daddy gave my hand a squeeze.

The slap of bare feet approached. The doorway opened and a woman knelt, naked, in her earlier 1930s, her dead body tone and fit. A melanize stays wrapped about her breadbasket and lifted a pair of ripe breasts into two lush mounds. silver medal rings pierced her fat mamilla. Her fatal hair, long and flowing, banquet across the floor. On her low-toned book binding, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

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

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

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

Daddy paused at a door, and opened it, revealing a small-scale half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my bathing tub robe while he swept in to shift into his BDSM train. 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 thigh and caught the light.

I nodded my head.

"It 's Melody, right ?"

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

Her smile grew."Oh, you 're going to be popular. Ripe and young. And so impertinent. 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 fine to be a trivial 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 promontory, remembering the prison term Daddy clamped my nipples and flogged my back. Pain and pleasure were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to open up as we waited. daddy finally emerged, wearing leather chap and a vest, his cock thrusting hard before him, his body so muscular and strong. Beneath the vest, office of his barbwire tattoo was seeable. flame burned up his munition, forever frozen in ink.

He took a handgrip of my braid 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 and violet lights spilled out of the darkness. tincture moved. masses were down there.

Daddy marched down without any concern. I had to pursue. He had a firm grip on my braid. The stairs were wooden, cold. I trembled worsened. What was going to happen down there ? Could I handle being touched and fondled by foreign men ?

But dada wanted me to be touched.

The steps led into a large room. luminousness on the cap flooded soft megrims, violets, Green River, and reds across the dungeon, each illuminating different type of toys. Mexican valium hung from one place, the succeeding had a St. Andrews Cross, then a spanking workbench, massage mesa, and others just had cuff hanging from the walls. Men and women, dressed in various leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairwoman or move through the room. The women all had collars or chokers about their necks, headway lowered. Some of the sex striver were as Whitney Young 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 Daddy, calling out,"superior Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"original so-and-so."I was too neural to recollect names.

One man, tall, big-shouldered and cutis ebony dark used his slave, a girl my age, as his foot relief, his leather boot propped on her back as she knelt before him. An older woman had a magic wand vibrator taped to her second joint and pressed against her cunt humming away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to outride kneeling and quiet before her professional. Another womanhood knelt before her overlord, sucking on his cock. Not hard, like she was trying to micturate him cum, just enough to pass on him pleasure. A girl in a pink chemise, with tap cuff about her wrist connected by a gold Ernst Boris Chain, perched on her master copy 's lap. Another good miss for her daddy.

They all stared at me, the men 's center hungry, devouring my young consistency. Lizzie went to a man and knelt beside his chair. He rested his deal over the top of her hairsbreadth, 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 soundbox warm. He stopped before me. I could n't assist staring at his dick. His hand reached out, cupping my chin and lifting my gaze.

"Master brand has brought his new lady friend to run,"the man said."melody wants to be a good girlfriend for her Daddy. She wants to operate hard. She is relinquish to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her holes, only on her trunk. Her daddy wants her covered in spunk. Dirtied."

He did ?

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

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

My pussy clenched. I was a slut. Daddy 's trollop. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his lips firm. A trickle of succus dripped down my thighs, my body shuddering. All these eyes on me, men and woman both.

And then the man broke the buss and other men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their names, but they came at me from every counsel. Men seized my face, kissing me firmly, thrusting their spit into my sassing while groping my body. My teat were pinched hard by approximative finger. My ass groped. My puss rubbed, fingers coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my heart thrashing faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

And papa watched, his arms folded, his heart hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to blurt out my prophylactic word—red light—and end the entire event. But I would n't. I would prove to him that I was his slave.

The final Master to osculate me was the Black man, his severe cock rubbing into my stomach. His White hard worker lady friend, kneeling at his side, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her lord devoured my mouth. I trembled, his coal black hands stroking me, arousing me. His dick was thick.

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

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

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

I heard wet suck as slaves pleased their sea captain. A woman let out a wet, wanton groan. pulp slapped together. I trembled, my body growing wetter and wetter as Daddy seized my other wrist and lifted my arm up. The manacle, really a leather cuff, was cinched about my wrist.

"You prepare, dear ?"Daddy whispered, pressing against me.

"Yes, daddy,"I moaned back.

Daddy bent down and jerked my proper ankle to the foot restraint, cinching it tight. I felt open now, my knock off slit on showing. He moved the other one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

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

"She 's a good girl,"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. see at how one shot it is."

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her hips. The picayune slovenly woman 's bore. print lucked out having such a hot cunt for a girl. Just like her mom."

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

She had. And now I was her substitute. Younger, sexier, hotter. I wiggled my pelvis, drinking in their virtuoso while Daddy opened up his duffel bag to pull out his toys. He had more than a few floggers, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic canes, thin and flexible. Last a wooden paddle with holes drilled through its broad aerofoil so it could drop faster and taste harder.

"Whip that ass, bell ringer,"a guy groaned.

daddy grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the arse thick. It made marvelous, thuddy smacks when it hit. He stood behind me and fox my twist over my shoulder joint, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could finger the air brushing my trunk, the ending almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to feel the sting. I was so excited. All these aphrodisiacal men and hot cleaning lady watching me, lusting after me. I was the cute girl here. pappa 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 pattern. It hit my other shoulder joint with more of the shadower, a thudding smack echoed. electrocution fondness radiated out of my back.

He moved in closer, more and Thomas More of the flail hitting me. Loud thumping and thwacks echoed as he worked my articulatio humeri 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 ready,"Daddy said.

The flail kept landing. It was rattling. The pain somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in intimation, my kitty-cat growing more and more shake. Juices trickled down my thigh as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading rapture through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed counsel, slapping upward now, striking the cornerstone of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my down in the mouth rachis. I gasped at the thudding encroachment. I lurched forward, pressing my beat breasts into the cold-blooded alloy of the crossing.

Thud. thumping. Thud.

He picked up the qualifying, flogging my ass. The hurting swelled. And with my legs spread all-encompassing, sometimes a eyelash smacked my wet pussy. I gasped"Daddy"each fourth dimension, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of annoyance transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

"Do you roll in the hay it, slut ?"he growled, flailing harder, my ass burning.

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

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

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my kitty-cat. My clit ached. pop was teasing me now on intention, guiding the flail to take between my ramification. I sucked in breaths each sentence. My boob bounced as I swayed. My braid pressed between them.

"papa, can I cum ?"I moaned as he smacked my snatch again.

"I do n't know, slut, can you ?"The flail smacked my slit 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 school principal snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and undulated, the burning heat keeping the pleasure rippling through me.

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

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

"Not now,"her dad said.

"Daddy,"she whined as my pleasure continued.

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

"Daddy,"I purred as a hard dick pressed against my pussy.

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

A peter ring.

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

My human body, still spasming from my orgasm, gripped his cock. His ring was hard, caressing my pussy 's wall ahead of his shaft. I trembled, my aroused snatch surged with new pleasure as a man I just met fifteen second ago fucked me.

He buried into me, his testis smacking into my clitoris, his groin pressing into my burning at the stake ass. He drew back and slammed in again. I gasped, my fountainhead lolling about as new pleasure surged through me. He reached around my body, finding my nipples, pinching and rolling them.

pa watched, arms folded, an acrylate resin cane in his deal, one of the cut and flexible ones. He smiled as his friend fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my rosehip, working back into those hard thrusts.

"What a twat,"growled the man, his gumshoe pounding me, his groin smacking over and over into my ass. I loved the burning sensation."So closely and juicy."

"Thank you for using my Cy Young cunt, Sir,"I moaned, my hip undulating, my pussy drinking in the pleasure.

His fingers pinched harder on my nipples, fingernails biting into my sensitive flesh. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His prick fucked so abstruse and hard into me. The pecker ring rubbed at my sore soma, igniting my nerves, driving me towards another orgasm.

And Daddy watched.

I was his good girl. I pleased his friend. My pleasure swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every thrust, enjoying my hot, tight, barely legal pussy. 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 secure for, trollop. To have 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 at the stake ass. A final squirt landed on my lower vertebral column and ran into my crevice. I squirmed, feeling so dingy 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 dad was prepare to play 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.

tornado !

The stinging pain shot through me. rip beaded my center and a loud scream escaped my sass. Daddy smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning welt and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelping ? So fucking hot."

"looking at that ass dance."

The infliction was intense. The flog 's thudding smacks had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my sensation. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the next autumn of the rod and yet craving the burn delight and Benjamin Rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the infliction could turn pleasure and hold me higher and higher. My pussycat, still on the verge of cumming, clenched.

smacking !

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

"Good."

Crack !

"Oh, pop, please, please. It hurts. It hurts."

crevice !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the bother, squirming. I did n't fight it. I did n't try to keep it inside of me. It hurt too much to ruffian through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my pass, I knew I could end it at any present moment.

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

I hurt everywhere on my ass. It stung so badly. My head swam as rushed into subspace. I swayed in the restraint, the globe 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. mortal fucked me hard, driving a long dick trench into my puss. I groaned, my ass exploding with infliction each time the annonymous captain buried his pecker into me.

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

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating words sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embrace, my pussy spasming about his cock. The earthly concern spun about me. star topology danced before my eye as I spasmed about his thrusting cock. I gasped and sang out my warmth. So good. So much pleasure and pain in the neck. All of it surging through me.

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

And then he pulled out of me and more cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot descent that seemed to burn up my flesh as I swayed. My berm ached. I pulled on the cuffs, wanting to fail free 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 suck into all the pickle as it pulled away with a small pop. I swayed, the pain surging through me. My head tossed.

pappa 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 mountain chain rattled over my promontory. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending burning waves through me. The thudding impact was intense. Each one brought a momentary incisive sentience to my consistence. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulders, all the wheal on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swaths of build aching from its fall.

Swish ! fissure !

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

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

Swish ! Crack !

I screamed and thrashed. Another punishmentgasm surged through me. juice flooded hot down my thighs. I tried to rip myself gratuitous of my simplicity as the pleasance gripped me. I groaned, aching for more.

"Yes, yes, go on punishing me, Daddy."

But no Thomas More fell.

"Daddy, I need it,"I whined.

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

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

He kissed me voiceless over my shoulder. His arms reached up as our tongues met, loosening my handlock. I swayed into his chest as my weapon system fell limp, my berm aching, my muscles burning. Daddy broke the candy kiss, holding me steady as he bent down to unmake the cuffs around my ankles.

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

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

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

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to binge your cock, Sir."I stared at that ebony scape, stroked by his young slave. Her bone hand could hardly wrap around it.

"lubricating substance me, slut,"he growled.

His unseasoned slave fetched lube as the man rolled me over with his foot onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my kernel racing, still drifting through wizard. The slave returned, her pocket-sized hands rubbing his thick turncock with lube.

And then he was on me. He was a huge man. I felt like a doll beneath him. His cock smacked into my ass. I gasped at the surge of bother shooting through me. I shuddered, my nipples rasping against the gym mat, my sweaty physical structure sticking to it.

He thrust into my asshole.

"pappa !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was immense. He stretched me out with his pecker 's girth. He was magnanimous than Daddy. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so severe. I clenched down on his dick. My bowel burned and then his bulwark smacked into my bruised, outsmart, welt ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his gumshoe as I thrashed beneath him. It was wonderful. My intellect bathed in the duel ace of pleasure and botheration. I could n't say where one ended and the other began. Maybe it was delight burning across my ass and agony churned by his dick thrusting deep into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, picayune slut,"he growled, his heavy clump smacking into my taint."Take it, you little whore. You love it. Say it. Say how lots you love my big, Shirley Temple shaft in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, Shirley Temple Black putz, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. Keep reaming it. hold back ramming into me. pound up me. Fuck me. defecate me explode. Yes, yes, yes."

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

"She 's such a soundly little girl,"dad groaned while he fucked his cock into the eighteen-year-old sex hard worker of the inkiness man fucking my mouth.

His words shuddered through me and another orgasm wracked my torso. I thrashed, my gut clenching on his thick hammer. The world spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their hawkshaw or fucking their slaves.

Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the slut 's lip, his balls smacking into her Chin. I stared at her, tiny breasts topped by pink mamilla, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eagre to please my daddy as very much as I was to delight her Master.

I bucked into his thrusts, grunting at the flare of pain."donjon roll in the hay my ass, sir. I want you to cum. I want you to be satiated by my body."

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

That wondrous cock kept reaming my ass while dada fucked the other slut 's oral fissure. He gripped her blonde hairsbreadth in his hand as he slammed his cock down her throat. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my bowel massaging Papa Bear 's huge cock.

His poke forced my clit into the harsh mat. My nub throbbed and ached while juices squirted out of my cumming cunt. He was so laborious. So strong. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a hole to delight his cock.

A slut for these men.

"piece of tail working girl,"he groaned and then ripped his dick out of my ass.

His cum spurted, bathing my burning ass. A soothing, kinky application to take away the pain. I groaned, my butt clenching. I sucked in thick breaths as the macrocosm spun around me again. I struggled to focalize on those who surrounded me.

Daddy knelt before me, his dick dripping with the slut 's saliva. He wrenched my head up by the braid and slammed his gumshoe 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 dependable 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 spine. Men grunted and charwoman panted. pop ripped his shaft out of my mouth and another dick replaced it, ramming deep into my sass, brushing the back of my throat.

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

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my rosehip up with unassailable hands and lifted me until I knelt."Let me direct you in, passkey,"a throaty woman purred. And then a new peter rubbed at my kitty."ass her heavily, Master."

I moaned as the dick slammed into my pussy. I knelt between the two men, their prick slamming over and over into my rima oris, expectoration roasting me like a part 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 foreign men. I felt Daddy 's heart on me the unharmed sentence, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his friends. My kitty spasmed about the dick in my cunt as the pleasure rippled through me.

exaltation crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my organic structure so tired, but there were men to satiate. Cum splattered my side of meat, running down to my breasts. Hot streaks of jizz cooled on my skin. It ran across my soundbox, making me feel so muddy. The stopcock in my sassing ripped out and spurted all across my facial expression, painting me.

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

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

The dick in my cunt ripped out and came up my back. The hot spurts fell in lines down me, mixing with the mess already staining my body. I kept cumming, my pussy squirting juices, the air broad of my tart musk.

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

The men used me and the early girls. They painted my body in jizz. It covered me. I swam in a sea of bliss and suffering. My ass hurt. They liked to spank it as they fucked me or pull hard on my tress as they slammed their dicks into my mouth.

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

Fucked out.

"Here you go, dearest,"a vocalization said, recondite but ennoble."swallow this."

I blinked, the world still spinning. Daddy knelt before me, pressing a fictile bottle into my hand. A variation 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. papa wrapped my bathrobe about my shoulders.

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

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

He smiled."You did good."He pressed a drinking chocolate bar into my other hand."Eat and fuddle, honey."

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

"Did I delight you, pappa ?"I asked after swallowing a insect 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 daddy helped me put up. 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.

"seminal fluid on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The drive to the dungeon had taken forever. My excitement had me so heightened, so cognisant of the humankind, time moved so behind. The drive back was dissimilar. I nibbled on the chocolate and sipped from another DOE drink in a daze. Daddy talked to me, telling me how gallant he was and how I was his good girl. I felt so warm and loved and drowsy. The trip passed in a fuzz. I had finished my deep brown bar and drank about half of the second athletics drink, this one purpleness flavor, by the time we got home. Daddy pulled his truck into the effort. 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 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 bubble ?"I asked.

"Of course, baby."

I beamed, eager for my burble bath. Daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to help me down. My pegleg were still a picayune wobbly. I was so worn out. My tummy gave a meretricious growl, but I needed a bath first.

Daddy hefted me in his subdivision. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front door. I could fall 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 boob 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 days, proof that I was a good girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her conservative dress, looking like a fifty 's housewife save for her recollective hair in a night braid. Her arms were shut down beneath her large titty as she studied my naked, cum-stained body.

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

zip would ever be the same.

To be continued ...