Abby ( 1 )

"Come on Abby,"papa said,"he will be back in a month."

With a death look at the ferry I turned away from the dock and followed daddy back to the car. I had just seen my husband of six months get on a ferry to Anatole France where he would pop out his new job as a bio mechanic. Whatever that was.

Mike and I had known each other since early school but it had only ever been a perfunctory matter. When mummy died final twelvemonth I just seemed to lose it. I don't even know why really. My parents were very Victorian in their upbringing or maybe I should say my female parent was. I can't say that I felt any paternal or maternal feelings from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and daddy. When mummy died suddenly, it hit me quite hard. The sensory faculty of freedom just overwhelmed me I suppose. I started going out to pubs and drinking, not too much but enough to blind my judgement to one of the students who took vantage enough to guide my virginity. He hung around long enough for me to earn that all he wanted was sex so I dumped him and remained chaste through out university

Anyway, along came Mike. Soft, gentle, and as Victorian as my parents I suppose. Maybe that's why I felt prophylactic with him. Anyway we got married six month ago. pappa bought us a house as a wedding present and then microphone was offered his new job in France. We had only been in the sign for a few weeks and it had taken that long to get it decorated and cleaned up. Now I would be on my own for a month. That was why I had asked daddy to stay for a few days. I hated being on my own More than I hated how minor daddy made me find when he was around. I knew he loved me but he was just so eclipse, so controlling but at least he would be society for a short-change while.

"Abby. Abby. Are you awake ?"

"Oh ! Sorry daddy."I said, startled,"I was daydreaming."

"I thought we might block off in town for a bite to eat before heading menage as it's nearly ten o'clock."

Still only half listening I agreed. He pulled into a pub just outside of town and once inside ordered me a vodka and C. The barkeeper said we would be called once a tabular array was relieve in the dinning way so we sat down a look to be called.

"I think that guy over there fantasy you."Daddy said suddenly.

I was shocked but impulse turned my regard in the direction dada was looking. Sitting at the bar was a young guy in his mid twenty. By his denim and leather jacket crown he was obviously a biker He smiled at me and I went bright red and turned away sharply.

"Don't be silly daddy."I said embarrassed,"Anyway I am a married woman and not interested."

"more than fool you then"Daddy said sharply.

"Daddy…."

"tabular array for two sir."The waiter said, interrupting me."This way please."

The subject of the young man was dropped but I couldn't service thinking about what papa had said and, if I'm honest, I did have the occasional feeling to see if he was still looking in my guidance. But he must have left as I couldn't see him. Daddy and I talked casually about nothing in particular as we ate our intellectual nourishment and then continued on our way home.

It was half past tense eleven when we got back. We had left a luminosity on so we could see our way in. Rosco our German shepherd jumped up at me happily as I walked in and after patting him for a while I said,"I am going for a flying shower pappa then I will make some tea before I go to bed."

"Ok sweetie."papa said softly

I went upstairs, showered and dried myself then put on my nightdress, which buttoned all the way up to my neck and came well below my knees, then donned my dressing gown. As I put the kettle on pappa went up for his rain shower. Coming back down ten minutes later in his pyjamas, we sat drinking the tea in silence.

"Are you ok ?"Daddy asked,"You're very quiet."

I raised my eyes to count at him,"You will laugh at me."

"Don't be silly."Daddy smiled,"What's the matter ?"

"I don't like the thought of being on my own."I said shyly.

"What in bed you mean ?"

I nodded my nous, too embarrassed to say anything."Would you care me to sit with you for a while ?"pappa said smiling. I was sure he just wanted to abound out laughing.

"Would you mind ? Just boulder clay I fall asleep."

"semen on silly. Up you go."Daddy said taking my cup off me.

I got into bed and a instant later pa came in and sat on the bed next to me propping himself up with the pillow. I lay with my back to him taking solace in the auditory sensation of his external respiration. As I started to relax my mind drifted to the guy in the pub. I wondered if daddy was right. Not that it mattered of course because I was happily married. But what if…. ?

As I drifted off to slumber my mind wandered off into the ‘ what if ?'What if he gently kissed me on the neck, and then my shoulder ? His bridge player wandering over my white meat sending tingles all over my body. His hot kisses continued down, low-toned and crushed till he was gently kissing between my branch. My vagina hungry for Thomas More I spread my peg for him as his tongue flicked and found my bud, now throbbing. He knew what he was doing ; the pleasure that ran through my body was like an electric shock every fourth dimension his tongue brushed my clit. I moaned my approval and as the stupor got inviolable I started to arch my pelvis towards his spit which was now going deeper and deeper into that hot situation. All the while his hands were playing with my mammilla, now engorged and firmly to the touch. I put my hand on his foreland and ran my digit through his hair.

The feeling in my tummy was like nothing I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to kiss my navel, my tit and then my mouthpiece I responded. I could feel his hard-on knocking at the door of my throbbing wet vagina and then he was in. I took a sharp breath as it all felt so real. As he slid his wide length inside me I let out that breather and as he slowly slid that rod in and out of me I responded like never before. The feeling in my tummy was growing, getting hard and stronger until I knew it was just going to burst right through my eubstance. That awesome sensation rose from the pit of my stomach and as it reached my throat my eyes flew open.

In total mental confusion I stared straight at daddy who continued to thrust into me, smiling as he did so. The orgasm didn't stop one niggling bit and as it exploded from my body I screamed,"Daddyyyyyyyyy !"I threw my subdivision round his cervix and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for expectant incursion. My back arched in that long desperate cry of shocking pleasance. As daddy thrust faster and harder so did I. Daddy let out a guttural sibilation phone as he raised himself up and his eyes looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his seeded player, his daddy cum spout into his niggling girl. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't have stopped it, and I couldn't stop my orgasm from doubling in intensity at the feeling of that liquid shooting into me. Finally dada stopped and lay still on top of me. My climax drifted away and completely exhausted I must have got drifted of to sleep. mentation of the guy at the pub.

I was woken by a sudden breeze."Come on sleepy head it's ten o'clock."papa said.

As I opened my eyes I wondered if it had all been a dream. Realising that I was naked labour that approximation right out of my head teacher. I grabbed for the bedclothes to breed my body.

"Bit tardy for that."Daddy said, as he put a tray with tea and toast onto my lap.

I was totally lost for words. Not only was my Father-God admitting that he had sex with me he was totally blasé about it. I felt purge. But not, surprisingly, at what had happened. I felt sick that my vagina was throbbing at the thought. Still trying to cover myself I sipped at the tea, but the thought of eating just made my breadbasket butter churn. papa sat down in the armchair that we kept following to the huge sliding door that led to a balcony where you could count out to sea. He just sat looking at me

"Why ?"I managed finally.

"Hmmm."daddy said,"That's a hard one really. You were very restless as you dozed off. And to be honest as you uncovered yourself and your nightdress rose higher and higher I suppose I just couldn't resist it. Especially once your handwriting went between your branch. That was it really I just replaced your hands with mine and waited for you to wake up. Nobody was more surprised than me when you did unfold your eyes and….Well you didn ‘ t exactly push me away did you ? In fact you took over and trust me I don't think you would have let me stop even if I wanted to."

I thought about that for a moment and if I was being fair with myself he was probably right.

Daddy stood up,"Get dressed. I think we need to talk."He said walking to the door,"You should eff though that I have no ruefulness. None whatsoever. And given the chance will do it again."And he was gone.

I would like to say I was shocked. But I wasn't. As I showered and dressed I couldn't help but think of that overpowering coming. That feel of amount pleasure. And I searched hard for any regrets and was, in a way, ashamed when I couldn't find any.

I found daddy in the kitchen, a cup of steaming burnt umber in his helping hand. He poured me a cup and I sat silently opposite word him at the breakfast bar.

"I knew when I woke this morning that I would have got no regrets. I thoroughly enjoyed you stopping point night and, unless you say no, or differentiate me to stop, fully intend to do it again. Who buy ‘ s your clothes ?"

"amnesty ?"I said confused at the change in subject.

"Your clothes. You dress like your mother."he said,"Come on we're going clothes shopping."He said grabbing the car cay and heading for the door.

I had learnt at a very former age when daddy said do something you did it without enquiry. I grabbed my things and followed him out the room access. We travelled for almost an time of day in silence and for the succeeding two hours daddy took me from computer storage to store purchasing clothes I would never dream of buying. Ignoring any objection from me. The terminal shop I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a new girl who took my hand and led me into a kiosk in the back of the shop class.

"Take me home."I said when I reappeared sometime later. Daddy smiled and we made our way home.

"I take it your angry."He said after we had been travelling for a while.

"Angry !"I said,"I have never been so embarrassed in all my life. How could you ?"

"You had so much pilus down there it got into my tooth terminal night. I was still pulling it out this morning."He laughed

"You could have warned me. Do you have any mind how I felt when she told me to despoil off. I've never heard of a bloody Brazilian."

"Now we are getting somewhere. A ‘ bloody'indeed. Wow we will have you fucking in no time at all."

I was calm by the meter we got home. I put the shopping bags on the settle and put the coffee on. Daddy sat down in the armchair."Come here."He said

Without thinking I did as he asked and stood in strawman of him."Take your wearing apparel off."

"What ?"

He jumped out of the chair and grabbed me by the fuzz. Pulling my typeface close to his he said,"It is every woman's job to be usable to her man. It is every daughter's job to make her don felicitous and proud of her. When I tell you to do something you will do it immediately and without question. Is that understood ?"Terrified, I nodded. He released me."Now. Take your wearing apparel off."

With shaking hands I stripped. Naked I tried to cross my body."dungeon your arms at your side and defend your head up."He said sternly. I did as instructed. Standing behind me he ran his helping hand down my back over my hind end to my hips. Then over my belly and up to my breasts. Every in of my organic structure was electrified, shocks travelling down to that spot between my ramification. I shut my eyes and did everything I could to struggle the feeling of rousing. By the clip his hand reached that Triangle I was shaking, and to my total embarrassment I was very wet.

He moved rhythm to the front end and sat down. Running his hand over the smooth peel of my vagina. I stood shaking. When he ran his digit over the gourmandize back talk I let out a moan of pleasance."Like it or not,"he said,"Your consistence is made for joy, both to collapse and invite. You have a nice tight arse and your tits are great and firm. They stand proud for all to see. These are the pattern. While I am here you will never have on pantie or a bra, and will only assume the clothes we bought today. You will only ever wear a bra and your old clothes again when Mike is at home. Is that understood ?"All the time he had been running his finger over my swollen pussy, now he slid a finger's breadth in.

The feelings of that penetration almost made my legs grant way. I opened my pegleg slightly."Yes daddy."

"trade good. I suggest you retain your new clothes in the little way and use it as a walk in wardrobe."He said as he slid another finger's breadth inside me. His quarter round was working on my clitoris as he thrust his fingers inside me. He was fucking me with his hired man and I was totally lost to the rising orgasm. It was as though hold out Night had broken the dam and sensations ran through my dead body like flowing water. He knew how near I was. I couldn't blot out it as moan escaped my back talk and my body swayed. Then, just as I was on the very edge, he stopped. I almost cried.

"Now it's your turn."he said.

Shocked out of my fury I watched as he stood up and stripped naked. From the first second his hard-on was visible I couldn't take my eyes off it. I was by no means an expert on the size of a mans stopcock. But this was definitely a lot great than Mike's. He sat back down."kneeling here."He said pointing at the storey between his legs. My eyes still transfixed on his erection I did as instructed. He had very little hair around that phallus so I guessed he had trimmed it. He took my paw and placed it on his throbbing cock. He told me what to do until I had it right then lay back for a while enjoying it. I have to admit that I felt quite proud that I had made my papa grin with joy. What came next was not so slow. He pulled my head forward.

"Open your mouth."He said gently

I did hesitate, but I knew if I held back that daddy would be angry so slowly I took that cock into my mouth. Again daddy instructed me how to do it and then he slowly pushed it further and further into my mouthpiece cashbox I almost choked."breathing place around it. hint through your nose."

I did as he said and he pushed further till he was right in my throat. I gagged, I was sure I was going to suffocate but he released me slightly and then as I gasped in air he pushed my caput down ever further. He did this several times until finally his erection was recondite in my throat and my nuzzle rubbed against his belly. Once I was all the way in he pulled my head up and down on his hard-on. As I got into a rhythm he let me do it by myself."soundly girl."he said,"trade good girl."

It did get well-off but my pharynx would be sore for age after. I sensed a change after a spell. The mouthful of his juice was different and he started to push up up at me. Then, with a moan he pulled my head up and looked into my center. His dick was just inside my mouthpiece as he shot his seed into it. My eyes showed blow. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting stopcock deep into my throat. The sense of taste of come was strange. A mixture of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn't have lots choice but to eat up most of it but some ran out of my mouth and onto my Chin. I felt his consistency completely relax. I lay my head on his leg, his hammer still in my back talk till it was flaccid enough to fall out. He patted me on the head."Well done my young lady. fountainhead done."I smiled.

If I thought it was over I was wrong. After a few mo daddy got up and put me in the armchair with my legs over one arm while my header rested on the former. He pulled my stage up and with a wicked smile buried his aspect between my branch. The onslaught of his tongue on my clit brought me straight back to the edge of sexual climax. My hands went to his head and urged him on to greater efforts. My sexual climax flew up from between my wooden leg and out of my mouth in a long wailing cry of disco biscuit. I screamed out and cried in euphoric joy for what seemed like forever. Then it started to subside.

Daddy pulled my legs up and made me hold them up with my paw. I was almost stoop forked. I could see his cock, erect, hard and pointing at my throbbing hole. He looked at me as it brushed my pussy back talk. I knew, now was the sentence to choose. If I let him in then there was no going back, ever.

I hesitated only a moment. I looked him in the facial expression, my breathing erratic from the continued coming,"shtup me daddy. Make me yours."I whispered.

A foreign look of triumph crossed his look as he pushed that rod into his daughter's hot pussy. Once in he speeded up and he fucked me toilsome. My orgasm flew back to life history and I was once again lost in it. I felt something copse my rectum. The juices from my wet vagina had lubricated it so when the finger slipped inside that dismal pickle it went in easily. I was, never the LE, shocked and surprised. But again I was pulled into my sexual climax, now enhanced by the rectal stimulation. Then another finger joined and wormed its way around in circles. The whole coalesce flavour drove me almost to insanity. right hand till the minute daddy pulled his cock out of my pussy and brushed it at the hole of my arse. My eyes flew surface. So wide it hurt. Daddy waited for a second and when I didn't say anything his throbbing dick slid into my bum fix with a seeming plop.

The painful sensation was brief, but excruciating, which stupidly enough highlighted the climax that my kitty-cat was still going through. Slowly pappa pushed Sir Thomas More and more of that intemperate member into my arse until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his lilliputian girls bum hole while he fingered her clit through orgasm. Then my bum started to throb in speech rhythm to his penetration and tone arose inside me that I couldn't explain until the unimaginable happened. I orgasmed from my cock filled rectum. Mixed with my still throbbing orgasmic cunt I was totally lost. I gave myself completely over to it not caring how I looked or sounded. Then, as daddy filled my bum hole with his 2nd load I blacked out.

I awoke some fourth dimension later lying on the settee covered with a blanket. I sat up and looked around. I couldn't see daddy anywhere. Wrapping the mantle around me I staggered to the kitchen and poured burnt umber from the constantly hot pot. I tried sitting at the breakfast bar but the stool was too hard against my saw rectum so I stood at the terrace door and sipped at my steaming cup, thinking about what had occurred.

I can't say I felt well-chosen, but I did feel….fulfilled I suppose would be a better word. Like I had finally achieved something, sexual satisfaction if nix else. I now knew for sure that my orgasm last dark was without doubt my first and that mike would never be able to fulfil me sexually in the way daddy had. For a beginning his shaft was a lot littler than pa. But I couldn't get it out of my heading that what we were doing….No ! What pop was doing, was wrongly. I also knew that I would not be able to say no to whatever else he wanted to do. Not now and probably not ever.

"So you're awake at last."

The sound made me start."How long was I asleep ?"

"Only a yoke of minute. Go and have a bath it will ease some of the soreness."

"Ok."I said

"Don't lock the door. No interlace room access when I am here ever."

"Yes daddy."I said quietly, not even thinking to protest.

"Put something on from your new stuff and I will do by you to dinner for being a good short girl."

"Yes daddy."

I soaked for a while and then got dried and dressed in a thin bloodless low cut top and a very abruptly black flared skirt with subject toed bounder. As I looked in the full phase of the moon distance mirror I had a mixture of strange feelings. The cleaning woman reflected in the mirror was not me, but it was. I recognised my face and even my wooden leg but everything in between was someone else. Someone who looked gorgeous but was mortal I would normally own disliked as a….well….easy I suppose. A slut. I hated that thought but was also excited inside because I knew it would give daddy happy. I went downstairs and into the lounge.

"That's very much better."papa said, smiling."Lift the skirt up."

I did as he asked showing him that I was naked underneath. It was plain to anybody that cared to appear that I didn't wear a bra."Good."he said."perfective tense. Now let's go and display you to the world."

That brought about more mixed touch sensation. Pride that I had pleased him and fright and a little pity that I was on display for all to see.

Over the succeeding few daytime that fear and shame would almost completely disappear. Daddy used me in every way possible as often as possible. I was amazed at his stamina. He taught me how to walk and attract the attention of men without even thinking about it. He displayed me where ever possible and even made me walk around on my own in town or along the amble so he could follow me from a distance. I have to admit I was turning heads and that is something I had never done before. Or maybe I had just never noticed.

Sexually he used me and he pleasured me. He taught me how to pleasure a man. I swallowed more come than I could ever dream of. He had even made me sit in the armchair with my pegleg spread broad open fingering myself to an orgasm while he wanked himself off. Shooting his ejaculate into my face or over my tits. My speech had deteriorated to daddy's level as well. But as I waved goodby to him, his come dribbling down my legs, any self-assurance I had gained went with him. Now I was alone. The house was empty, quiet. All that sexual tensity had gone. I felt some relief but nearly of all I just felt alone.

The juices running down my leg brought me back to life. I went for a shower and put on a button down wearing apparel. This was the one exception pop had made from my old closet as long as I only did three clitoris up. I chose the three buttons and he made me cut the rest off. Now the dresses were low enough to shew off my breast and tear enough up the straw man to almost demonstrate off everything else, but for working around the house they were better than my new clothes and a mediocre via media daddy had said.

The residue of the day I just wandered around the home aimlessly. When I went to bed, alone now that daddy had gone, I decided to let Rosco sleep upstairs with me. I decided that he had been neglected since daddy came so would take him for a walk in the morning.

When I woke in the morning I decided to wash away as much of the last few twenty-four hour period as possible by washing the bedding. While the washing machine did its body of work I went round the firm cleaning up and then, as the conditions was nice took the bedding out the side door to fall it on the line to dry.

As I opened the door Mr Robertson was standing at his side door puffing on a coffin nail as common. With his right field hand in his pocket. I had seen him various times before but only now did I realise what his redress hired hand was doing. He smiled. I froze. He was playing with himself. I could plainly see his hired hand running along his erection and the farseeing I stood the larger that hard-on became. It was only seconds but I had to do a concerted effort to earn my legs move. I walked to the clothes line knowing he was watching me. I couldn't get rid of the photograph of him wanking as he watched. I rushed back indoors trying my grueling not to take care at his hand and failing miserably. I rushed back to the star sign forcing myself not to front at him. I closed the threshold and put my rachis to it as I steadied my breathing. Thankfully the glass was frosted so he couldn't see how he had affected me. Why it had such a powerful effect I don't know but I could sense my pussy getting wet. He was in all shipway a obscene man. Unkempt unshaved and always in short pants and filthy t shirt. The way he leered at me made me shiver all over.

Try as I may I couldn't rid myself of my throbbing pussy. In the end I flopped down on the settee, closed my eyes, and allowed my finger to run down my body, undoing the dress as they travelled to that throbbing triangle between my legs. I pictured papa playing with me, fingering me and then kissing my tit, my navel, and on down to my clit. I spread my legs wider to give him better accession. I moaned with joy as his tongue did its oeuvre. Delving deeper into my pussy than ever before. I could feel my orgasm rising rapidly, and then reality hit me.

My center flew undefendable to find Rosco with his tongue avidly licking at the succus flowing from my throbbing hole. I have to let in I hesitated. So close to orgasm I wanted to fulfil the rising motive. But no. Not like this. This was just too profane. I spun round and dropped to my human knee putting my binding to Rosco."No Rosco."I said.

Next present moment I felt a clump on my book binding as Rosco's front manus pushed me forward. His cover legs now between my leg I could feel him pushing forward. Then I felt a spurring at my pussy and realised what he was trying to do. I tried to get up but he was too strong. He snarled his disapproval at my gesture and the next thing I knew his erect putz was inside my thrill hole."Oh God."I moaned,"Rosco. No"I said and again tried to stand up.

Rosco growled again and pushed at my neck with his hooter, nipping at me to delay still. I was trapped, and not only by Rosco, his tool was brushing hard against my clitoris. His dick just seemed to observe growing as he pumped rapidly in and out of me, making his unerring journey deeper into my body. My orgasm again started to rise. I thanked god when I felt him arrive, thinking that now he would get off me. I later found out that his get-go ejaculation was only pre come, but there was so much of it that it spilled out and ran down my legs.

Then I felt something bountiful than his hard-on pushing at my beef pickle. I could feel the vast size of it and was terrified it would tear me apart. Suddenly with a seeming plop, whatever it was pushed past my swollen pussy lips and was inside me, and still Rosco got adult and bigger. That grayback was now crushing my clit driving me finally over the sharpness into a Brobdingnagian climax. He pumped faster and faster and my horse sense went further and further away until I was completely lost in a succession of rapid flame orgasmic muscle spasm.

Finally Rosco fired his seed into me, it poured from his swollen glob like water from a tap I could feel it hitting my inside bang bang charge till finally he slowed down and came to a stop, his come running freely from my snatch and down my legs. His cock was still inside me and each time he tried to pull out of my sopping kettle of fish he sent me off on yet another orgasm. Finally he flopped out of me and strolled off to his corner. I fell to the floor, exhausted and sated like never before. I was so ashamed I cried for age curled up in a lump on the settee. My endure thought before I fell into a unsatisfied nap was"Oh daddy. What have you done to me ?"

I woke with a start and it took me a second or so to realise the phone was ringing."Hello."I said, still half asleep.

"How's my small little girl ?"

"Hi daddy."I said."I'm fine."

"What are you wearing ? And don't lie to me."

I couldn't have lied to him even if I had wanted to. Thankfully I didn't need to."Just a dress."I was still half benumbed and the feeling of liquid running down my stage was acute as was the stickiness I felt from my waist to my toes.

"trade good girl. Now when is Mike due home ?"

"Err about three week time."I said a piffling obscure."Why ?"

"Well let me recognise the escort and I will come down a day or so before."

"Ok dada I will let you know."

"Ok well I will name you before then so take care sister girl."

Once again I felt the stack sticking to my legs and dress so decided to engage a bath, and maybe try and class my mind out.

I ran the bathroom really hot and stepped into it. Enjoying the heat on my strained muscles and bruised pussy. As I thought over what had occurred over the last few days I just got more confused.

I should give said no to my father fucking me. But without any hesitation I knew that I just didn't want to say no. Although I may cause been apprehensive, shocked even. I had to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed what had happened. Maybe mum knew what may happen and that is why she was so rigid. That then of course brought my mind to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even possible for a dog to clobber and fuck a homo being. But thinking of how that foresighted tongue had made me feel was a turn on in itself. I was getting wet at the thought of it.

But Rosco fucking me was a dissimilar thing completely. Or was it. While my head said it was foul and wrong. I couldn't deny the powerful orgasm he had given me. And I also had to admit that in reality Rosco using me as his bitch was not a lot different to my Father-God using me as his harlot. Just More and More confusing.

I spent the residual of day just pottering around. Everything just going through my creative thinker all the metre didn't assist at all. As I went to bed Rosco tried to follow. I told him to rest but then I hesitated. A icon shot through my mind of Rosco licking my pussycat while I slept."No."I said, and closed him downstairs. It wasn't public treasury I got to my chamber that I realised that the bedding was still hung out to dry. I was too tired to get some clean bedding so just lay on the bed and fell into a restless troublesome sleep.

I woke up with a outset. I glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly 10am. Then I heard a roster of thunder."Shit."I said"My washing is still out."

I dived out of bed and grabbed my white dress from the closet and ran downstairs looking for the buttons. As I ran outside various things became obvious.

1 ) It was already raining, only lightly but raining non the less

2 ) I was not wearing my clean garb. I was in fact in a clear chiffon top. As long as a shirt but not long enough to hide anything. It only had one push at the navel.

3 ) As the top got wet it stuck to my body and became totally transparent. Mr Robertson could see everything.

4 ) On realising what I was wearing I froze on the maculation. Mr Robertson was slowly pulling what was an obvious erection over the top of his boxershorts. My gaze was riveted to it.

Even though my fountainhead screamed run. I couldn't. I got angrier and angrier at myself and at him for doing this to me. Then another crack cocaine of scag woke me out of my shock and the heavens opened up. A waterspout of rain fell down on me. I took a whole tone towards the washing and then back again, knowing it was too tardy. I glared at Mr Robertson, standing in his doorway nice and dry with his erection in his hand.

Anger has always been a problem for me. It makes me stubborn. I make rash decisions. This time was no better. It was his fault my washing was soaked. It was his fault I was soaked. I stood in nominal head of him, no more than four feet away as he stroked that fat cock of his, and it was fat, not overly long but really fat. I opened my peg slightly and put my hand on my hip, which of track caused the hem of the top to give and put my pussy on full display. I undid the button and opened up the top wide.

"Is this what you want ? You dirty bastard."

He smiled. Not the least bit trouble. Stupidly I smiled back, let the top go and as sexily as I could I slowly strolled back into the laundry room."I'll appearance him."I thought to myself. The get onto dryer was directly opposite the doorway which was still undetermined. I spread my wooden leg wide and bent over to afford the drier door. My pussy was getting wet at the thought of making him suffer.

So wet in fact that he had no hassle ramming two fingers up my gob. The suddenness, the unexpectedness of it made me sigh out loud, it should have been a wow surely but it wasn't. He was pumping his fingers into me rapidly, his knuckles brushing against my clitoris. He added another finger and with three fingers fucking me my trunk was reacting rapidly. His relinquish hand came under me and grabbed my tit, moving to my nipple which he squeezed tightly. Again I moaned and when he pinched that nipple as hard as he could I knew I was lost."Oh God."I moaned.

I was trembling. I wanted to scream"Get off me. You repulsive little man"but it just wouldn't come out. Then I felt it, his huge fat cock brushing my wet throbbing kettle of fish. He waited. I said nothing, in fact I wanted to push back onto him but I wouldn't give him that gratification. He rammed that difficult fat peter into me as far as it would go and I screamed. Not in pain but in wild instant sexual climax. He didn't maintenance he just rammed and rammed and rammed into me, deplorable and hard.

His hired man came round now and he grabbed both my nipples and pinched them as hard as he could and the electric shock joined with all those early feelings pouring out of my screaming pussy. My legs turned to jelly, ineffectual to support myself. Every time he rammed into me he lifted me off the floor and then I came down and then back up again. My pussy was spread as wide as it had ever been and I was completely lost, like a rag doll unable to assure my body in any way.

He made no sound. Not even when he finally shot his spunk into me. Spurt after spurt of it till it ran down my legs. Then, as viciously as he had rammed it in he pulled it out. Still in a remorseless orgasm I slid down the tumble dryer to the floor, facing him. That fat pecker still throbbing in front of my case. He brushed it against my lips and I willingly opened my sass to involve him in. He wasn't gentle as he fucked my face. Banging my head back against the dryer, dazing me. I managed eventually to keep my headspring still and just let him face fuck me. He rammed that monster in as far as it would go and when he once again released his seed it seemed never ending. With his cock deep in my pharynx it was impossible to swallow it all and I choked. The cum had no early way out but through my nose. When he finally stepped back I had spunk running from my pussy mouth and pry, running down my chin and over my breasts.

As he backed out of the door I tried to stand up. The chiffon top fell to the storey and I staggered naked to the kitchen and through to the lounge where I once again collapsed on the level. Before I could get up Rosco was on me and his cock was in me. As rampant as Mr Robertson, Rosco was showing me who was boss in this business firm. Getting his own back on me for final stage night. Igniting my sexual climax once again, I couldn't have stopped him even I wanted to, I was so sapless. I just lay my capitulum on the story and let him have his way. And gave myself up to him and that oh so mighty orgasm. This time there was no trouble getting his knot in and I smiled with pridefulness as I once again took every ounce of my dog's seeded player into my bitch puss hollow. The last affair I remember was thinking,"It seems I can't resist cock. Any cock."I smiled and everything went black.

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