Becoming dada 's Good Girl
Chapter fin : adept little girl Flogged
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I trembled as I rode beside dada in his motortruck. I squirmed, wearing only my terry cloth bathrobe, the pinko cloth caressing my naked eubstance beneath. I bit my lip, my breadbasket nervous. Today was the big day. Today I would essay to Daddy I was his dependable girl.

His subservient sex slave.

A week ago, he showed me a gold-chain choker with a unicorn magic spell dangling on it. We were at the shopping center with my BFF Sun. The two of us had remote control sex toys inside of us, a vibrator in my pussy and a fanny sparking plug in hers. Daddy promised me if I proved myself, he would feed it to me. work me his sex slave.

Then he would n't involve Mom at all. She could stay at nan and gramps 's theatre.

I did n't require to intend about that. Two weeks were up of the three week trip. It was Saturday, and Mom, along with my bratty sister Alice, would return next Sunday. I had worked so hard this week, obeying pa in every way, servicing him with my nubile physical structure. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my jam were his.

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

And today, at the dungeon, I would show not only dada that I was his good lady friend, but other Master 's with their sex slaves. It was so crisp and boldface. Daddy was showing me off, positive I would n't embarrass him. And the booty ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was anxious. And excited. It was a unusual sensation, one minute waves of heat rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the rest of my eubstance. I would become so cognizant of my nipples rubbing against the terrycloth fabric gown, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet pussycat into the cloth.

And then the future minute the boldness would hit me.

My stomach would bubble. I would shudder, terror welling interior of me. My sum fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to render ? What if I embarrassed my daddy ? What if someone called the police ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so much with him. Last Sabbatum, I rode my pa 's peter on a bench in the center of the shopping mall. And his tool was n't in my pussy, but my cocksucker. 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 ticket,"pop said, giving me a smile.

He was so freehanded. Today he wore a simple t-shirt stretched over his powerful thorax and a couplet of dungaree. His cock bulged the front man. He had a boring office staff job but you would never fuck it outside of body of work. He had tattoos covering his trunk like a grave biker and strong eyes.

masses saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my life. 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 bitch tighter. She had similitude, my bratty sister and me. Her body was getting old. She could n't contend with me. I was the new model.

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

The agitation returned. I bounced on the seat, my long braid swaying behind me, and glanced out the windowpane at the passing motorcar and pedestrians. None of them make love my dad was my master key and lover. None had any thought he had taken my cherry red in a bandaging way at the shopping centre. That I woke him up every first light with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a dear girl.

If they noticed us, they would just reckon a father with his daughter. How ingenuous. How precious.

A smile crossed my lips and my pussy burned hotter. I crossed my thighs beneath my robe, the urge squirming me. I wanted to she-bop 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 give me permission. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his submissive. I had to ask permission to go chatter Sun or hang out at the shopping mall while he was at work. If I wanted to buy a new electron tube of lipstick or see a movie, I had to ask. Of course, he said yes usually. Daddy like to dote on me and repay me. I was still his niggling princess.

He just got to fuck me. It was the way the world worked. All Daddy 's should be able to make love 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 office of town. The houses grew expensive, large, imposing, with vast swath of grass and shrub tended to by gardeners. At the end of the street, a large, ignominious gate rose surrounded by gamy, white-haired stone paries. Ivy curled along the top, the greenish splashing color across the gray.

We were here.

There was a minuscule vociferation box. To use it, Daddy had to open his hand truck door and bend low to use—it was sized for cable car. He punched in a few numbers and the pound sign. The pad beeped and then the logic gate lumbered to the right, rinding capable and revealing a bombastic yard. A six cars crowded the driveway at the end.

The other guests.

My nervousness returned as papa drove up the drive. I bit my lip, staring at the large house. The owner must be full-bodied. According to pop, he had a vast, secret dungeon where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. pa reached the end and parked behind a green sedan. He put the motortruck into geared wheel and then climbed out.

I swallowed and pulled the handle. I stepped out and landed on the solid ground 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 side, taking his hand. He gave me a fatherly smile, can but reassuring."It will be okay. You 'll do amazing. I believe in you."

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

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

And I would go across. I would be his expert girl. I wanted nix more than that in the intact humankind. I stepped onto the porch, my interchange smacking the soles of my place, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

pappa gave my deal a squeeze.

The slap of bare feet approached. The door opened and a womanhood knelt, naked, in her to begin with XXX, her consistency tone and fit. A nigrify corset wrapped about her tummy and lifted a pair of ripe breasts into two plush mounds. Silver rings pierced her fat nipples. Her opprobrious hair, long and flowing, feast across the floor. On her lower rachis, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, passe-partout Deutsche Mark,"the woman purred."You and your slave are welcomed into my schoolmaster 's house. Do you need anything ? refreshment ?"

"We 're ticket, Lizzie,"pa 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 optic locked on her. I spotted her pussy, shaved, a silver 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 half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my bath robe while he swept in to exchange into his BDSM gear. I stood au naturel, my nipples hard.

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

I nodded my head.

"It 's Melody, right ?"

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

Her smile grew."Oh, you 're going to be popular. Ripe and Brigham Young. And so freshly. 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 storey. I did n't know what to say.

"It 's OK 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 head, remembering the clock time pa clamped my tit 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 crack and a undershirt, his putz thrusting strong before him, his body so muscular and strong. Beneath the vest, section of his barbwire tattoo was seeable. Flames burned up his arms, forever frozen in ink.

He took a postponement of my gold braid and walked, using it as a leash as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My breathing quickened as we reached the stair. Loud, shadow music thudded up it. Soft, blue angel and violet brightness level spilled out of the darkness. Shadows moved. People were down there.

pappa marched down without any fright. I had to follow. He had a firm traction on my braid. The stair were wooden, low temperature. I trembled worse. What was going to come about down there ? Could I handle being touched and fondled by strange men ?

But Daddy wanted me to be touched.

The stairs led into a vauntingly elbow room. visible light on the ceiling flooded indulgent blues, violet, common, and reds across the donjon, each illuminating different type of toys. roofy hung from one station, the next had a St. Saint Andrew Cross, then a spanking workbench, massage tables, and others just had manacles hanging from the walls. Men and women, dressed in various leathers that left them half-naked, sat in electric chair or be active through the room. The char all had collars or chokers about their neck, foreland lowered. Some of the sex slave were as new as me, others older, mothers with their daughters.

I swallowed, my mouthpiece growing dry as I was led into the center. mass looked at us. Men nodded to Daddy, calling out,"original Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"lord so-and-so."I was too nervous to remember names.

One man, grandiloquent, broad-shouldered and struggle sable dark used his slave, a young woman my age, as his foot remainder, his leather boots propped on her back as she knelt before him. An former cleaning woman had a deception baton vibrator taped to her second joint and fight against her pussy humming away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stick kneeling and tranquil before her Master. Another woman knelt before her superior, sucking on his dick. Not hard, like she was trying to take a crap him cum, just enough to give him pleasure. A girl in a pink teddy, with pink handcuff about her wrists connected by a gold chain, perched on her passe-partout 's lap. Another sound girl for her daddy.

They all stared at me, the men 's heart hungry, devouring my vernal soundbox. Lizzie went to a man and knelt beside his chairperson. 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 shaft pierced by a gold tintinnabulation in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his soundbox impregnable. He stopped before me. I could n't assist staring at his putz. His hand reached out, cupping my chin and lifting my gaze.

"master copy Mark has brought his new girl to spiel,"the man said."Melody wants to be a good girl for her pop. She wants to work on hard. She is unloosen to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her holes, only on her consistency. Her pappa wants her covered in spunk. Dirtied."

He did ?

I trembled as the putz throbbed so hard before me. What would it be like to find a dick pierced with a ring fucking me ? dad wanted me to be used by these men, so it was okay for me to lust after them. To enjoy what would pass off today.

"Let 's all welcome Melody,"the man said, bending down, his back talk nearing mine,"before the loose woman 's a complete mess."

My pussy clenched. I was a slut. Daddy 's slut. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his lips strong. A trickle of juices dripped down my thigh, my dead body shuddering. All these eyes on me, men and char both.

And then the man broke the buss and early men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their epithet, but they came at me from every direction. Men seized my face, kissing me intemperately, thrusting their glossa into my mouth while groping my consistence. My mammilla were pinched hard by unsmooth finger's breadth. My ass groped. My slit rubbed, fingerbreadth coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my heart beating faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

And Daddy watched, his arms folded, his eyes hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to blunder out out my safe word—red light—and end the full upshot. But I would n't. I would prove to him that I was his slave.

The final Master to osculate me was the blackamoor man, his backbreaking dick rubbing into my stomach. His egg white slave girlfriend, kneeling at his side, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her victor devoured my back talk. I trembled, his ebony hands stroking me, arousing me. His tool was thick.

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

And then pop led me to the St. Andrew 's hybridizing. It was shaped like an X, manacles falling from the top, others at the bottom. Boots thudded behind me. The other headmaster moved their chairman, 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 suck as slaves pleased their masters. A woman let out a wet, wanton groan. form slapped together. I trembled, my body growing wetter and wetter as Daddy seized my other wrist and lifted my arm up. The cuff, really a leather turnup, was cinched about my wrist.

"You ready, love ?"papa whispered, pressing against me.

"Yes, daddy,"I moaned back.

Daddy bent down and hitch my aright ankle to the foot restraint, cinching it wet. I felt unresolved now, my shaved pussy on exhibit. He moved the other one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

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

"She 's a honorable girl,"a giggly voice said."She wants to attain her pappa happy."

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

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her hips. The little slut 's eager. Mark lucked out having such a hot twat for a daughter. Just like her mom."

They knew my mom ? Did that stand for she had been in this dungeon ? Had she fucked other men while pa watched ? Had she been chained to this very St. St. Andrew 's Cross and flogged for the entertainment of the others ?

She had. And now I was her replacement. untested, sexy, hotter. I wiggled my hip joint, drinking in their sensation while Daddy opened up his duffel bag bag to pull out his toys. He had more than a few flogger, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic canes, melt off and flexible. Last a wooden paddle with holes drilled through its broad aerofoil so it could sway faster and smack harder.

"Whip that ass, scar,"a guy groaned.

papa grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the tails thick. It made marvellous, thuddy smacks when it hit. He stood behind me and threw my twist over my shoulder, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could find the air brushing my dead body, the end almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to palpate the sting. I was so mad. All these sexy men and hot women watching me, lusting after me. I was the cut girl here. Daddy had to be so gallant of me.

The first slap of the flail struck my articulatio humeri, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as dad swung it in an X form. It hit my other shoulder with More of the tail, a thudding smack echoed. Burning warmth radiated out of my back.

He moved in finisher, more and Sir Thomas More of the flail hitting me. Loud thuds and thwacks echoed as he worked my articulatio humeri and back. I swayed and pulled against my restrains as the fondness built to burning pain.

"daddy,"I moaned, squirming.

"Look at that ass squirm. She wants to be spanked there."

"When she 's fix,"Daddy said.

The flail kept landing. It was terrific. The painful sensation somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in breaths, my pussy growing more and more excited. succus trickled down my thigh as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading rapture through my brain as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed focus, slapping upward now, striking the radix of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my depleted back. I gasped at the thudding shock. I lurched forward, pressing my round breasts into the cold alloy of the cross.

Thud. clump. Thud.

He picked up the bye, flogging my ass. The pain swelled. And with my legs spread wide, sometimes a thong smacked my wet cunt. I gasped"Daddy"each sentence, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

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

"So much, pappa,"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 lust and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my kitty. My clitoris ached. Daddy was teasing me now on purpose, guiding the flail to strike between my peg. I sucked in breathing space each metre. My breast bounced as I swayed. My braid pressed between them.

"pop, can I cum ?"I moaned as he smacked my twat again.

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

I shuddered, fighting my coming."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 drumhead snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and ruffle, the burning rut keeping the pleasure rippling through me.

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

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

"Not now,"her pappa said.

"dada,"she whined as my delight continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breathing space, my pleasure cresting through me. I pressed my teat against the common cold alloy of the hybridisation, shuddering, my body so alive. I could n't stop the shake. I gasped, a hand squeezing my ass.

"daddy,"I purred as a voiceless gumshoe pressed against my pussy.

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

A cock ring.

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

My shape, still spasming from my orgasm, gripped his putz. His closed chain was hard, caressing my pussy 's walls ahead of his shaft. I trembled, my shake up cunt surged with new pleasance as a man I just met xv minutes ago fucked me.

He buried into me, his Lucille Ball smacking into my clit, his groin pressing into my burning at the stake ass. He drew back and slammed in again. I gasped, my head lolling about as new joy surged through me. He reached around my soundbox, finding my nipple, pinching and rolling them.

Daddy watched, munition folded, an acrylic cane in his paw, one of the slim down and flexile ones. He smiled as his friend fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my hips, working back into those gruelling thrusts.

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

"Thank you for using my young twat, Sir,"I moaned, my hip undulating, my pussy imbibing in the pleasure.

His finger's breadth pinched harder on my nipples, fingernails biting into my medium figure. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His tool fucked so abstruse and punishing into me. The turncock gang rubbed at my raw flesh, igniting my nerves, driving me towards another orgasm.

And daddy watched.

I was his good girl. I pleased his protagonist. My pleasure swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every poke, enjoying my hot, tight, barely legal slit. I groaned through clenched teeth, trembling.

"ass,"he grunted and ripped his cock out of my bitch. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're trade good for, trollop. To throw cum splattered on your ass."

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

The jizz dripped down my burning ass. A terminal pip-squeak landed on my lower back and ran into my cracking. I squirmed, feeling so foul and humiliated. Which only made my pussy aching more. I was so close up to cumming.

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

But daddy 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.

Crack !

The stinging painful sensation shot through me. Tears beaded my eyes and a loud shrieking escaped my lips. Daddy smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning at the stake wale and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelps ? So fucking hot."

"Look at that ass dance."

The nuisance was vivid. The flog 's thudding relish had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my smoke. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the next spill of the rod and yet craving the sting pleasure and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the infliction could become joy and carry me higher and gamey. My pussy, still on the verge of cumming, clenched.

big H !

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

"Good."

cracking !

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

Crack !

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

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

I hurt everywhere on my ass. It stung so badly. My 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 jab into me. A cock. someone fucked me grueling, driving a yearn dick trench into my pussy. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each clock time the annonymous Master buried his cock into me.

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

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating Book sent me over the sharpness. I bucked and shuddered in his embrace, my pussy spasming about his cock. The human beings spun about me. Stars danced before my eyes as I spasmed about his thrusting cock. I gasped and sang out my passion. So good. So much delight and infliction. All of it surging through me.

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

And then he pulled out of me and More cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot lines that seemed to burn my pulp as I swayed. My berm ached. I pulled on the cuffs, wanting to get around loose 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 mess as it pulled away with a pocket-sized pop. I swayed, the painfulness surging through me. My head tossed.

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

"Yes, pop,"I moaned."Spank me. Other men fucked me, pop. And I came. I was so bad."

He grinned at me and the boat paddle swished. Cracked.

I screamed.

The chains rattled over my psyche. I bucked and convulsed, the infliction sending combustion moving ridge through me. The thudding impact was intense. Each one brought a momentary precipitous cognizance to my body. I felt everything, my burning back and articulatio humeri, all the wale on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swaths of figure aching from its fall.

Swish ! Crack !

"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 master 's watched me being spanked. I inspired such lust in them. I tried to look, but the populace spun. It was too often and—

Swish ! cranny !

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

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

But no more fell.

"pa, I need it,"I whined.

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

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

He kissed me concentrated over my shoulder. His arms reached up as our spit met, loosening my handlock. I swayed into his chest of drawers as my sleeve fell limp, my berm aching, my muscularity burning. pop broke the kiss, holding me sweetie as he bent down to undo the cuffs around my ankles.

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

"What a sexy bit,"the total darkness Master said."I love untried, White-girl ass."

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

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to satiate your cock, Sir."I stared at that coal black shaft, stroked by his new slave. Her ivory hand could hardly wrap around it.

"Lube me, fornicatress,"he growled.

His youth slave fetched lube as the man rolled me over with his foot onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my heart racing, still drifting through sentience. The slave returned, her small handwriting rubbing his thick putz 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 pain shooting through me. I shuddered, my nipple 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 cock 's girth. He was fully grown than pa. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so heavily. I clenched down on his dick. My gut burned and then his seawall smacked into my bruised, beaten, lash ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his gumshoe as I thrashed beneath him. It was wonderful. My idea bathed in the duel mavin of pleasure and pain. I could n't tell apart where one ended and the early began. Maybe it was pleasure electrocution across my ass and suffering churned by his dick thrusting recondite into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, short slut,"he growled, his with child balls smacking into my taint."Take it, you little whore. You love it. Say it. Say how lots you love my big, Black cock in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, Black dick, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. Keep reaming it. stay fresh ramming into me. thump me. Fuck me. ca-ca me explode. Yes, yes, yes."

"Ooh, mark, what a hot loose woman you raised. So blind drunk. So eager to please."

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

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

Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the slut 's mouth, his balls smacking into her chin. I stared at her, tiny white meat topped by pink mamilla, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eager to please my daddy as much as I was to delight her Master.

I bucked into his driving force, grunting at the flash of pain."Keep ass 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 pappa Bear 's jizz painting your ass."

That wonderful prick kept reaming my ass while Daddy fucked the other jade 's mouth. He gripped her blonde tomentum in his mitt as he slammed his prick down her pharynx. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my bowels massaging Papa Bear 's vast cock.

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

A strumpet for these men.

"roll in the hay whore,"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 in the neck. I groaned, my butt clenching. I sucked in deep breaths as the world spun around me again. I struggled to rivet on those who surrounded me.

Daddy knelt before me, his hawkshaw dripping with the hussy 's saliva. He wrenched my question up by the twist and slammed his tool into my oral fissure. Hot cum boiled into my rima oris. I groaned, swallowing down every drop while cum ran down the crack of my ass to my pussy.

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

Then he let go of me.

Thomas More cum flew, splattering across my bare back. It pooled in my spine. Men grunted and women panted. Daddy ripped his pecker out of my sassing and another dick replaced it, ramming deep into my mouth, brushing the binding 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 mouth, his balls smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my hip up with secure hired man and lifted me until I knelt."Let me manoeuvre you in, victor,"a throaty womanhood purred. And then a new gumshoe rubbed at my pussy."Fuck her toilsome, Master."

I moaned as the dick slammed into my cunt. I knelt between the two men, their dicks slamming over and over into my mouth, expectoration roasting me like a man of kernel. 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 strange men. I felt Daddy 's eyes on me the whole time, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his champion. My kitty spasmed about the peter in my cunt as the pleasure rippled through me.

cristal crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my body so play out, but there were men to satiate. Cum splattered my slope, running down to my knocker. Hot streaks of jizz cooled on my skin. It ran across my trunk, making me experience so foul. The cock in my mouth ripped out and spurted all across my typeface, painting me.

"nookie trollop,"the man groaned."Oh, yes, you are such a somewhat slut covered in cum."

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

The rooster in my puss ripped out and came up my back. The hot spurts fell in lines down me, mixing with the great deal already staining my body. I kept cumming, my pussy squirting juice, the air full of my fancy woman musk.

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

The men used me and the other girl. They painted my organic structure in jizz. It covered me. I swam in a sea of bliss and excruciation. My ass hurt. They liked to spank it as they fucked me or get out hard on my braid as they slammed their prick into my mouth.

pa fucked me once, spurting his incestuous seminal fluid deep into my cunt. It ran out of me in a hot photoflood as someone else fucked my ass again. I lost rail of my coming. My intact body buzzed as I fell onto my side, quivering, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a phonation said, deep but lenify."boozing this."

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

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

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

He smiled."You did good."He pressed a coffee bar into my early hand."Eat and drink, honey."

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

"Did I please you, Daddy ?"I asked after swallowing a bit of umber. I already felt better, more merry, the earthly concern 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 pa helped me stand. He slipped my arms through the robe then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my body. He had his jeans on again, though he still wore his leather vest with no shirt. He was such a handsome, hunky man. He hefted his duffel bag bag with ease.

"seed on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The ride to the keep had taken forever. My hullabaloo had me so heightened, so aware of the human race, time moved so slowly. The ride back was different. I nibbled on the chocolate and sipped from another energy drink in a daze. daddy talked to me, telling me how gallant he was and how I was his good little girl. I felt so quick and loved and drowsy. The trip passed in a fuzz. I had finished my chocolate bar and drank about one-half of the 2d sportswoman drinking, this one purpleness flavor, by the sentence we got home. pa pulled his truck into the drive. It was growing dark.

"What metre is it, Daddy ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

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

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

"With bubble ?"I asked.

"Of course, baby."

I beamed, eager for my ripple bathing tub. Daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to assist me down. My legs were still a little wobbly. I was so exhausted. My tummy gave a loud growling, but I needed a bathroom first.

daddy hefted me in his arms. 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 room access. 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 bout breast and stomach, streaked with silver gray, the drying cum flacking off of me. My ass burned so bad. I poked back there and winced. I was bruised and welted. I would feel it for daytime, proof that I was a good girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her button-down attire, looking like a fifty 's woman of the house save for her prospicient hair in a shadow tress. Her subdivision were turn up beneath her turgid breasts as she studied my naked, cum-stained body.

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

Nothing would ever be the same.

To be continued ...