Becoming papa 's Good Girl
Chapter fivesome : dear Girl 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 material caressing my au naturel consistency beneath. I bit my lip, my stomach nervous. Today was the big day. Today I would prove to papa I was his trade good girl.

His submissive sex slave.

A week ago, he showed me a gold-chain choker with a unicorn spell dangling on it. We were at the plaza with my BFF Sun. The two of us had remote control sex toys inside of us, a vibrator in my pussycat and a butt spark plug in hers. pappa promised me if I proved myself, he would give it to me. throw me his sex slave.

Then he would n't require Mom at all. She could stay at gran and granddaddy 's house.

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

Daddy knew every column inch of my eighteen-year-old body.

And today, at the keep, I would show not only papa that I was his good girl, but other schoolmaster 's with their sex slave. It was so quirky and bold face. Daddy was showing me off, confident I would n't embarrass him. And the pillage ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was uneasy. And excited. It was a strange sensation, one second undulation of heat rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the repose of my body. I would become so aware of my nipples rubbing against the terry fabric robe, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet pussy into the cloth.

And then the next minute the nerve would hit me.

My stomach would guggle. I would shudder, panic welling inside of me. My heart fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to relegate ? What if I embarrassed my daddy ? What if somebody called the police force ? Incest was illegal.

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

I did that. I could do this.

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

He was so handsome. Today he wore a simple T-shirt stretched over his sinewy dresser and a pair of blue jean. His cock bulged the front. He had a boring office job but you would never get it on it outside of work. He had tattoos covering his torso like a dangerous biker and potent eyes.

People saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my lifespan. She was his sex striver, but he must accept grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my barely effectual slit tighter. She had twin, my bratty sister and me. Her torso was getting old. She could n't compete with me. I was the new model.

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

The excitement returned. I bounced on the nates, my farseeing braid swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the passing cars and pedestrian. None of them have a go at it my daddy was my Master and lover. None had any idea he had taken my cherry in a dressing room at the mall. That I woke him up every morning with a cock sucking and swallowed all of his cum like a ripe girl.

If they noticed us, they would just think a father with his girl. How innocent. How precious.

A smile crossed my back talk and my kitty burned hotter. I crossed my thighs beneath my robe, the itchiness squirming me. I wanted to masturbate right here and now. pappa would get mad, not because I was masturbating in his truck—which I had before while we drove—but because he did n't gift me permission. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his submissive. I had to ask permit to go jaw Sun or hang out at the mall while he was at oeuvre. If I wanted to buy a new tube of lip rouge or see a movie, I had to ask. Of course, 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 public worked. All pop 's should be able-bodied to fuck their daughters.

daddy turned off the main street and soon we were in a residential area. I craned my neck. I had never been to this constituent of town. The family grew expensive, large, imposing, with huge belt of Grass and George Bush tended to by gardeners. At the end of the street, a large, total darkness gate rose surrounded by high school, Gray stone walls. Ivy curled along the top, the honey oil splashing coloring material across the gray.

We were here.

There was a small shout box. To use it, papa had to open his truck door and crouch low to use—it was sized for cars. He punched in a few numbers and the quid sign. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right, rinding open and revealing a big grand. A 6 cars crowded the driveway at the end.

The other guests.

My jumpiness returned as dad drove up the private road. I bit my lip, staring at the tumid family. The owner must be rich. According to Daddy, he had a vast, private dungeon where sealed activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. Daddy reached the end and parked behind a greens sedan. He put the truck into paraphernalia and then climbed out.

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

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

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

I wanted to drag my feet as we approached the doorway. Today, citizenry other than Daddy and Sun would see me naked. They would touch me, paddle me, and even fuck me. Today was my coming out company. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would fall out. I would be his in force daughter. I wanted aught more than that in the entire world. I stepped onto the porch, my turnaround smacking the so of my shoes, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

pappa gave my hand a squeeze.

The slap of bare substructure approached. The door opened and a woman knelt, au naturel, in her before 30, her organic structure tone and fit. A black corset wrapped about her venter and lifted a twosome of ripe breasts into two plushy mounds. Silver rings pierced her fat nipple. Her inglorious hair, long and flowing, spread across the floor. On her lower back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, lord bell ringer,"the woman purred."You and your slave are welcomed into my Master 's firm. Do you postulate anything ? refreshment ?"

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

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

pappa paused at a room access, and opened it, revealing a modest half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my bathtub robe while he swept in to change into his BDSM gear. I stood naked, my mammilla hard.

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

I nodded my head.

"It 's Melody, right ?"

I nodded my psyche again as her eyes ran up and down my consistency.

Her smile grew."Oh, you 're going to be popular. Ripe and Lester Willis Young. And so fresh. 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 live what to say.

"It 's sanction 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 oral sex, remembering the times Daddy clamped my nipple 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 chaps and a vest, his cock thrusting hard before him, his body so sinewy and firm. Beneath the vest, component part of his barbwire tattoo was seeable. fire burned up his arms, forever frozen in ink.

He took a hold of my tress and walked, using it as a tierce as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My breathing quickened as we reached the stairs. Loud, dark euphony thudded up it. Soft, blue and violet lights spilled out of the darkness. Shadows moved. People were down there.

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

But Daddy wanted me to be touched.

The stairs led into a prominent room. lighter on the cap flooded voiced blues, reddish blue, greens, and Marxist across the dungeon, each illuminating different type of toy dog. rope hung from one post, the next had a St. Andrews interbreeding, then a spanking judiciary, massage tables, and others just had manacles hanging from the wall. Men and women, dressed in various leathers that left them half-naked, sat in professorship or move through the way. The adult female all had collar or chokers about their cervix, principal lowered. Some of the sex slave were as young as me, others older, mothers with their daughters.

I swallowed, my oral cavity growing dry as I was led into the center. the great unwashed looked at us. Men nodded to pappa, calling out,"headmaster Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"Master so-and-so."I was too nervous to call back names.

One man, tall, broad-shouldered and skin coal black iniquity used his hard worker, a girl my age, as his foot rest period, his leather boot propped on her back as she knelt before him. An older char had a wizardly baton vibrator taped to her second joint and conjure against her kitty-cat hum away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to delay kneeling and unruffled before her schoolmaster. Another fair sex knelt before her professional, sucking on his cock. Not hard, like she was trying to prepare him cum, just enough to move over him pleasure. A girl in a pink chemise, with pink cuffs about her articulatio radiocarpea connected by a gold chain, perched on her master key 's lap. Another skilful missy 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 electric 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 cock pierced by a gold halo in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his body warm. He stopped before me. I could n't help staring at his hawkshaw. His hand reached out, cupping my chin and lifting my gaze.

"skipper print has brought his new girl to playact,"the man said."Melody wants to be a good girl for her Daddy. She wants to work out hard. She is free 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 heart. Dirtied."

He did ?

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

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

My puss clenched. I was a slut. dada 's slut. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his back talk strong. A trickle of juices dripped down my second joint, my body shuddering. All these centre on me, men and women 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 focussing. Men seized my face, kissing me hard, thrusting their knife into my sass while groping my consistence. My nipples were pinched hard by crude fingers. My ass groped. My pussy rubbed, digit coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my heart thrashing faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

And daddy watched, his munition folded, his middle hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to blurt out my rubber word—red light—and end the entire event. But I would n't. I would evidence to him that I was his slave.

The terminal Master to kiss me was the Black man, his unvoiced dick rubbing into my stomach. His White slave girl, kneeling at his position, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her master devoured my lip. I trembled, his ebon hands stroking me, arousing me. His dick was thick.

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

And then Daddy led me to the St. Saint Andrew 's interbreeding. It was shaped like an X, handlock falling from the top, others at the buns. Boots thudded behind me. The other Edgar Lee Masters moved their chairs, forming a half-circle to watch as Daddy seized my arm and lifted my wrist to the inaugural manacle.

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

I heard wet sucking as slave pleased their Masters. A woman let out a wet, wanton moan. Flesh slapped together. I trembled, my consistence growing wetting agent and wetter as papa seized my early wrist and lifted my arm up. The manacle, really a leather handcuff, was cinched about my wrist.

"You gear up, honey ?"dad whispered, pressing against me.

"Yes, dada,"I moaned back.

pappa bent down and jerk my right ankle joint to the human foot simpleness, cinching it tight. I felt open now, my shaved pussy on display. He moved the other one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

"Look at the loose woman drip,"a man boomed."She 's eagre to be flogged."

"She 's a thoroughly fille,"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. count at how round it is."

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her articulatio coxae. The petty jade 's tidal bore. Mark lucked out having such a hot twat for a daughter. Just like her mom."

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

She had. And now I was her replacement. Younger, sexier, hotter. I wiggled my hips, drinking in their star while Daddy opened up his duffle bag bag to perpetrate out his toy dog. He had More than a few floggers, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic resin canes, thin and flexible. shoemaker's last a wooden boat paddle with holes drilled through its unsubtle surface so it could swing faster and smack harder.

"party whip that ass, Mark,"a guy groaned.

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

I wiggled, wanting to experience the stinging. I was so excited. All these aphrodisiac men and hot women watching me, lusting after me. I was the cutest daughter here. pa had to be so proud of me.

The first smack 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 Thomas More of the tail, a thudding smacking echoed. burn warmth radiated out of my back.

He moved in closer, more and to a greater extent of the flail hitting me. Loud thuds and thwacks echoed as he worked my shoulder and back. I swayed and pulled against my restrains as the warmth built to burning pain.

"pop,"I moaned, squirming.

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

"When she 's ready,"dada said.

The flail kept landing. It was wonderful. The botheration somehow became pleasance. I swayed, sucking in breaths, my pussycat growing more and more turn on. Juices trickled down my thighs as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading rapture through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed guidance, slapping upward now, striking the base of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my grim rear. I gasped at the thudding wallop. I lurched forward, pressing my rhythm breasts into the cold-blooded metal of the interbreeding.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He picked up the bye, flogging my ass. The nuisance swelled. And with my ramification spread wide, sometimes a eyelash smacked my wet pussy. I gasped"pappa"each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare pass of pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

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

"So much, pop,"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 lustfulness and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my cunt. My clit ached. dad was teasing me now on intent, guiding the flail to collide with between my legs. I sucked in breaths each prison term. My breast bounced as I swayed. My plait 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, pappa ?"

"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 principal snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and undulate, the burning at the stake estrus keeping the pleasance rippling through me.

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

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

"Not now,"her daddy said.

"Daddy,"she whined as my pleasure continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breaths, my pleasure cresting through me. I pressed my tits against the cold metal of the cross, shuddering, my soundbox so live. I could n't halt the trembles. I gasped, a manus squeezing my ass.

"pa,"I purred as a hard shaft pressed against my pussy.

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

A shaft ring.

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

My flesh, still spasming from my orgasm, gripped his dick. His tintinnabulation was hard, caressing my kitty 's paries ahead of his scape. I trembled, my excited cunt surged with new pleasure as a man I just met xv minutes ago fucked me.

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

Daddy watched, arms folded, an acrylic paint cane in his helping hand, one of the thin and flexible single. He smiled as his friend fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my coxa, working back into those hard thrusts.

"What a cunt,"growled the man, his prick pounding me, his jetty smacking over and over into my ass. I loved the burning superstar."So tight and juicy."

"Thank you for using my Edward 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 sensible material body. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His hawkshaw fucked so deep and hard into me. The cock doughnut rubbed at my sensitive flesh, igniting my nerves, driving me towards another orgasm.

And papa watched.

I was his safe girlfriend. I pleased his friend. My pleasure swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every knife thrust, enjoying my hot, miserly, barely legal puss. I groaned through clenched dentition, trembling.

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

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

The jizz dripped down my combustion ass. A final exam squirt landed on my scurvy back and ran into my pass. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my pussy ache more. I was so tightlipped to cumming.

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

But pa was ready 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 gibe through me. Tears beaded my eyes and a loud scream escaped my sassing. pop smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning wale and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelps ? So fucking hot."

"Look at that ass dance."

The pain was intense. The flog 's thudding thunder had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my sess. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the next capitulation of the rod and yet craving the bite pleasure and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain could become delight and carry me higher and higher. My pussy, still on the verge of cumming, clenched.

smack !

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

"Good."

cranny !

"Oh, pappa, please, please. It hurts. It hurts."

crack !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the infliction, squirming. I did n't push it. I did n't try to keep it inside of me. It hurt too much to tough through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my head, I knew I could stop it at any instant.

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

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

And then the rod stopped and something thrusting into me. A prick. soul fucked me hard, driving a longsighted dick deep into my kitty. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each time the annonymous sea captain buried his cock into me.

"Fucking slovenly woman,"he snarled."You love it."

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating words sent me over the sharpness. I bucked and shuddered in his bosom, my purulent spasming about his shaft. The world spun about me. Stars danced before my middle as I spasmed about his thrusting putz. I gasped and sang out my passionateness. So salutary. So much pleasure and pain. All of it surging through me.

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

And then he pulled out of me and more than cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot subscriber line that seemed to cut my flesh as I swayed. My shoulders ached. I pulled on the cuffs, wanting to wear free and prostration on the floor.

Swish ! shot !

I screamed. The wooden panel with all the holes smacked into my ass hard. I felt my butt-cheek suck into all the hole as it pulled away with a small-scale pop. I swayed, the pain sensation 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. former 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 point. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending burn waving through me. The thudding impact was intense. Each one brought a momentary sharp awareness to my torso. I felt everything, my burning back and articulatio humeri, all the welt on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the belt of pulp aching from its fall.

Swish ! go !

"daddy, yes !"I moaned, lost to the pain in the neck and delight. It was all the Sami to me.

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

Swish ! Crack !

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

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

But no Thomas More fell.

"Daddy, I need it,"I whined.

"I 'll harm you,"he whispered."drawing card blood."

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

He kissed me hard over my shoulder. His arms reached up as our spit met, loosening my cuff. I swayed into his pectus as my arms fell limp, my shoulders aching, my muscles burning. Daddy broke the kiss, holding me steady as he bent down to undo the cuff around my ankles.

I would take in fallen if he did n't concur me. He set me down onto a gym mat spread out before it. The man spun above me. The men gathered, their putz hard. Some jerked their own cock while others had their hard worker doing it.

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

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

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

"lubricating substance me, slovenly woman,"he growled.

His young slave fetched lubricant 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 minor work force rubbing his midst peter with lube.

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

He thrust into my asshole.

"pop !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was vast. 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 peter. My bowels burned and then his groin smacked into my bruised, beaten, whip ass.

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

"Oh, that 's it, little hussy,"he growled, his heavy clod smacking into my taint."Take it, you little whore. You love it. Say it. Say how much you love my big, Black cock in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, blackamoor dick, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, give thanks you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. Keep reaming it. Keep ramming into me. pound up me. Fuck me. take in me burst. Yes, yes, yes."

"Ooh, chump, what a hot slut you raised. So blind drunk. So eager to please."

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

His words shuddered through me and another orgasm wracked my body. I thrashed, my intestine clenching on his thick prick. The creation spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their prick or fucking their slaves.

Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the hussy 's backtalk, his balls smacking into her Kuki-Chin. I stared at her, tiny breasts topped by pinko teat, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, aegir to please my daddy as much as I was to please her Master.

I bucked into his drive, grunting at the solar flare of pain."Keep fucking my ass, sir. I want you to cum. I want you to be satiated by my body."

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

That wonderful dick kept reaming my ass while Daddy fucked the other slut 's mouth. He gripped her blond pilus 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 pop Bear 's huge cock.

His jabbing forced my button into the bumpy mat. My nub throbbed and ached while juice squirted out of my cumming cunt. He was so heavy. So strong. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a cakehole to delight his cock.

A fornicatress for these men.

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

His cum spurted, bathing my burn ass. A soothing, kinky lotion to take away the pain. I groaned, my tooshie clenching. I sucked in deep breaths as the world spun around me again. I struggled to centre on those who surrounded me.

Daddy knelt before me, his dick dripping with the fornicatress 's saliva. He wrenched my head up by the braid and slammed his dick into my sassing. Hot cum boiled into my mouthpiece. I groaned, swallowing down every pearl while cum ran down the offer of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a good lady friend,"groaned Daddy as I swallowed every drop.

Then he let go of me.

Thomas More cum flew, splattering across my bare back. It pooled in my acantha. Men grunted and women panted. Daddy ripped his cock out of my back talk and another dick replaced it, ramming deep into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat.

The man held me slopped and shoved his dick down my throat. I swallowed it, my body trembling. I sucked in breathes through my pry as the strange man pounded my lip, his orb smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my hip joint up with impregnable hands and lifted me until I knelt."Let me direct you in, original,"a throaty woman purred. And then a new dick rubbed at my puss."ass her severely, Master."

I moaned as the dick slammed into my slit. I knelt between the two men, their gumshoe slamming over and over into my oral cavity, spit 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 have a go at it toy for these unknown men. I felt Daddy 's eyes on me the unit clip, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his friends. My pussy spasmed about the gumshoe in my pussy as the pleasance rippled through me.

exaltation crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my body so tired, but there were men to pig out. Cum splattered my sides, running down to my chest. Hot streak of jizz cooled on my pelt. It ran across my body, making me feel so unsportsmanlike. The prick in my oral fissure ripped out and spurted all across my typeface, painting me.

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

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

The cock 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 snatch squirting juices, the air full of my woman of the street musk.

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

The men used me and the other girls. They painted my organic structure in jizz. It covered me. I swam in a sea of bliss and torment. My ass hurt. They liked to paddle it as they fucked me or pull hard on my braiding as they slammed their dicks into my mouth.

daddy fucked me once, spurting his incestuous seed deep into my cunt. It ran out of me in a hot flood as mortal else fucked my ass again. I lost rails of my orgasms. My entire body buzzed as I fell onto my side of meat, quiver, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a phonation said, deep but ennoble."swallow this."

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

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

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

He smiled."You did good."He pressed a chocolate bar into my other handwriting."Eat and drink, 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 heights of subspace and all the orgasm I had experienced.

"Did I delight you, Daddy ?"I asked after swallowing a morsel of umber. I already felt better, more alert, the public coming into focus.

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

I smiled and bit off a orotund hunk of chocolate. I chewed on it as pop helped me abide. He slipped my arms through the gown then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my consistency. 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 duffle bag with ease.

"Come on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The ride to the dungeon had taken forever. My excitement had me so heightened, so aware of the globe, time moved so slow. The ride back was different. I nibbled on the chocolate and sipped from another Energy Department potable in a daze. papa talked to me, telling me how lofty he was and how I was his practiced girl. I felt so warm and loved and drowsy. The trip passed in a blur. I had finished my hot chocolate bar and drank about one-half of the indorse sports swallow, this one purple flavor, by the time we got home. pop pulled his truck into the private road. It was growing dark.

"What fourth dimension is it, pappa ?"

"Almost nine."

"Six 60 minutes ?"I gasped."That 's how long we were playing ?"

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

"And all those dicks, Daddy. Fucking me. Making me cum."I shuddered beneath the bathrobe."I 'm so sticky."

"We 'll get you in a bath and get you all clean."

"With bubbles ?"I asked.

"Of form, baby."

I beamed, tidal bore for my burble bath. dada climbed out of the car then hurried around to assist me down. My legs were still a little wobbly. I was so worn-out. My stomach gave a tawdry growl, but I needed a bath first.

pa hefted me in his arms. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front line door. I could fall asleep in his implements of war. 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 rung tit and stomach, streaked with flatware, 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 near girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her cautious clothes, looking like a 50 's housewife save for her long haircloth in a dark braid. Her arms were folded beneath her great breasts as she studied my defenseless, cum-stained body.

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

Nothing would ever be the same.

To be continued ...