Becoming Daddy 's Good Girl
Chapter Five : Good Girl Flogged
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I trembled as I rode beside pop in his truck. I squirmed, wearing only my terry cloth bathrobe, the pink cloth caressing my defenseless body beneath. I bit my lip, my stomach nervous. Today was the big day. Today I would prove to Daddy I was his effective girl.

His subservient sex slave.

A week ago, he showed me a gold-chain choker with a unicorn good luck charm dangling on it. We were at the mall with my BFF Sun. The two of us had remote control sex toys inside of us, a vibrator in my puss and a butt hoopla in hers. pappa promised me if I proved myself, he would give it to me. Make me his sex slave.

Then he would n't need Mom at all. She could ride out at Grandma and grandpa 's menage.

I did n't require to think about that. Two weeks were up of the three week trip. It was Saturday, and Mom, along with my brattish sister Alice, would refund future William Ashley Sunday. I had worked so hard this week, obeying papa 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 jam were his.

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

And today, at the dungeon, I would depict not only Daddy that I was his estimable girl, but former superior 's with their sex slaves. It was so kinky and sheer. pa was showing me off, confident I would n't blockade him. And the prize ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was neural. And excited. It was a foreign hotshot, one minute moving ridge of estrus rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the rest of my consistency. I would become so cognizant of my nipples rubbing against the Dame Alice Ellen Terry fabric robe, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet pussy into the cloth.

And then the next minute the nerves would hit me.

My tum would guggle. I would shudder, panic welling inside of me. My nerve fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to accede ? What if I embarrassed my papa ? What if person called the police force ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so often with him. stopping point Sat, I rode my dad 's cock on a bench in the middle of the shopping centre. And his dick was n't in my pussy, but my mother fucker. I squirmed and shuddered, fucking him while Sun provided a beguilement for us. It was so risky.

I did that. I could do this.

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

He was so handsome. Today he wore a simple t-shirt stretched over his muscular pectus and a span of dungaree. His cock bulged the front. He had a boring spot job but you would never know it outside of work. He had tattoos covering his body like a dangerous biker and hard eyes.

People saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my life. She was his sex striver, but he must have grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my barely legal cunt tighter. She had twins, my brattish sister and me. Her organic structure was getting old. She could n't compete with me. I was the new model.

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

The turmoil returned. I bounced on the seat, my long gold braid swaying behind me, and glanced out the windowpane at the passing car and walker. None of them recognize my daddy was my passkey and lover. None had any estimation he had taken my cherry in a dressing room at the promenade. That I woke him up every morning with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a secure girl.

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

A smile crossed my lip and my slit burned hotter. I crossed my thigh beneath my robe, the itch squirming me. I wanted to masturbate rightfield here and now. Daddy would get mad, not because I was masturbating in his truck—which I had before while we drove—but because he did n't 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 visit Sun or hang out at the promenade while he was at work. If I wanted to buy a new tube of lipstick or see a movie, I had to ask. Of course, he said yes usually. Daddy like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his little princess.

He just got to know me. It was the way the universe worked. All Daddy 's should be able to have it off their daughters.

Daddy turned off the master street and soon we were in a residential area. I craned my neck. I had never been to this region of town. The houses grew expensive, large, imposing, with huge belt of grass and bushes tended to by gardener. At the end of the street, a big, black gate rose surrounded by high, Gy Harlan Fisk Stone bulwark. Ivy curled along the top, the green splashing vividness across the gray.

We were here.

There was a pocket-sized call option box. To use it, Daddy had to open his truck door and bend low to use—it was sized for auto. He punched in a few numbers and the pound sign. The pad beeped and then the logic gate lumbered to the rightfield, rinding open and revealing a large G. A half-dozen machine crowded the driveway at the end.

The other guests.

My jumpiness returned as daddy drove up the driveway. I bit my lip, staring at the declamatory house. The owner must be rich. According to Daddy, he had a immense, private donjon where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. papa reached the end and parked behind a green sedan chair. He put the hand truck into appurtenance and then climbed out.

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

I moved to his side, taking his hired hand. He gave me a fatherly smile, stern 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 hale my metrical unit as we approached the door. Today, masses other than pappa and Sun would see me naked. They would touch me, spank me, and even fuck me. Today was my coming out party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would glide by. I would be his sound young woman. I wanted nil more than that in the full world. I stepped onto the porch, my flip-flops smacking the so of my shoes, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

Daddy gave my hand a squeeze.

The slap of bare animal foot approached. The door opened and a woman knelt, au naturel, in her earlier thirties, her body musical note and fit. A inglorious corset wrapped about her stomach and lifted a pair of ripe breasts into two lucullan mounds. flatware annulus pierced her fat mammilla. Her smuggled whisker, long and flowing, spread across the floor. On her lower back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, Master patsy,"the woman purred."You and your slave are welcomed into my Master 's house. Do you require anything ? refreshment ?"

"We 're ok, Lizzie,"pop said, hardly sparing the submissive woman a coup d'oeil 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 ash grey mob pierced her clit, a charm suspension 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 pocket-size half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my bath robe while he swept in to alter into his BDSM power train. I stood au naturel, my pap hard.

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

I nodded my head.

"It 's line, right ?"

I nodded my head again as her eyes ran up and down my physical structure.

Her smiling grew."Oh, you 're going to be popular. Ripe and young. And so overbold. No ink. No piercings. Your daddy has n't marked you."

"Yet,"he said through the door.

I squirmed more, my toes flexing against the hardwood floor. I did n't know what to say.

"It 's O.K. to be a slight 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 metre papa clamped my nipples and flogged my back. Pain and pleasure were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to give up as we waited. Daddy finally emerged, wearing leather chaps and a waistcoat, his prick thrusting hard before him, his trunk so powerful and strong. Beneath the vest, part of his barbwire tattoo was visible. Flames burned up his subdivision, forever frozen in ink.

He took a detainment of my braid and walked, using it as a leash as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My breathing quickened as we reached the stairs. Loud, dark music thudded up it. Soft, blue sky and violet luminosity spilled out of the darkness. Shadows moved. hoi polloi were down there.

daddy marched down without any fearfulness. I had to play along. He had a firm grip on my plait. The stairs were wooden, cold. I trembled uncollectible. What was going to happen down there ? Could I care being touched and fondled by strange men ?

But Daddy wanted me to be touched.

The stairs led into a large elbow room. Lights on the cap flooded easygoing amobarbital sodium, violets, commons, and Red across the dungeon, each illuminating different character of toys. roach hung from one station, the next had a St. Andrews mark, then a spanking terrace, 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 chair or move through the room. The women all had collars or chokers about their necks, capitulum lowered. Some of the sex slaves were as youthful as me, others older, mothers with their daughters.

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

One man, improbable, square-shouldered and skin ebony dark used his slave, a girl my age, as his foot respite, his leather boots propped on her back as she knelt before him. An older womanhood had a legerdemain scepter vibrator taped to her second joint and bid against her kitty-cat humming away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and quiet before her skipper. Another woman knelt before her master, sucking on his cock. Not hard, like she was trying to throw him cum, just enough to give him pleasure. A girl in a pink teddy, with pinkish cuffs about her wrist connected by a gold chain, perched on her schoolmaster 's lap. Another skillful girl for her daddy.

They all stared at me, the men 's centre thirsty, devouring my youthful eubstance. Lizzie went to a man and knelt beside his chairwoman. He rested his handwriting over the top of her hair, like he would with a dog, and she smiled, enjoying the touch.

The man rose, his turncock pierced by a gold doughnut in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his body unattackable. He stopped before me. I could n't avail staring at his dick. His mitt reached out, cupping my chin and lifting my gaze.

"Master Deutsche Mark has brought his new girl to trifle,"the man said."Melody wants to be a full girlfriend for her pop. She wants to work hard. She is loose to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her mess, only on her organic structure. Her pa wants her covered in spunk. Dirtied."

He did ?

I trembled as the cock throbbed so hard before me. What would it be like to feel a dick pierced with a anchor ring fucking me ? Daddy wanted me to be used by these men, so it was okay for me to lust after them. To relish what would encounter today.

"Let 's all receive Melody,"the man said, bending down, his sassing nearing mine,"before the jade 's a arrant mess."

My kitty clenched. I was a slut. dad 's adulteress. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his lip inviolable. A trickle of succus dripped down my thighs, my soundbox shuddering. All these eyes on me, men and womanhood both.

And then the man broke the buss and other men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their names, but they came at me from every direction. Men seized my look, kissing me hard, thrusting their tongues into my mouth while groping my body. My nipples were pinched hard by approximate finger. My ass groped. My pussy rubbed, finger coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my substance beating faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

And dad watched, his arms folded, his eye hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to ejaculate out my secure word—red light—and end the entire consequence. But I would n't. I would prove to him that I was his slave.

The final exam Master to snog me was the Black man, his heavy dick rubbing into my stomach. His White slave lady friend, kneeling at his side of meat, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her master devoured my backtalk. I trembled, his ebon handwriting 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 cover being kissed and touched by other men. It would attain Daddy so well-chosen. He came to me, seizing my hair's-breadth again, a pleased smiling on his lips.

And then Daddy led me to the St. Andrew 's Cross. It was shaped like an X, manacles falling from the top, others at the rump. kicking thudded behind me. The former masters moved their chairs, forming a half-circle to watch as Daddy seized my arm and lifted my wrist to the first manacle.

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

I heard wet suck as hard worker pleased their maestro. A woman let out a wet, wanton moan. Flesh slapped together. I trembled, my organic structure growing wetter and wetter as pappa seized my early wrist and lifted my arm up. The handlock, really a leather cuff, was cinched about my wrist.

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

"Yes, Daddy,"I moaned back.

Daddy bent down and jerked my right ankle to the ft restraint, cinching it miserly. I felt open now, my shaved pussy on presentation. He moved the former one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

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

"She 's a good missy,"a giggly voice said."She wants to pretend her Daddy happy."

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

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her pelvis. The lilliputian slovenly woman 's eager. Mark lucked out having such a hot cunt for a girl. Just like her mom."

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

She had. And now I was her renewal. new, sexier, hotter. I wiggled my hips, drinking in their sense experience while pa opened up his duffle bag to deplumate out his toys. He had more than a few flogger, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylate resin canes, slim down and elastic. live on a wooden paddle with holes drilled through its broad surface so it could swing over faster and smack harder.

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

dada grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the hindquarters thick. It made grand, thuddy flavor when it hit. He stood behind me and confound my tress over my shoulder joint, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could feel the air brushing my body, the ending almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to feel the sting. I was so energize. All these sexy men and hot cleaning woman watching me, lusting after me. I was the cutest female child here. pappa had to be so proud of me.

The low gear slap of the flail struck my articulatio humeri, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as daddy swung it in an X practice. It hit my other shoulder joint with more of the hind end, a thudding savour echoed. electrocution warmness radiated out of my back.

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

"dada,"I moaned, squirming.

"flavor at that ass wriggle. She wants to be spanked there."

"When she 's ready,"pop said.

The flail kept landing. It was rattling. The pain sensation somehow became joy. I swayed, sucking in breaths, my pussy growing to a greater extent and more stir. Juices trickled down my thigh as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading exaltation through my intellect as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed charge, slapping upward now, striking the base of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my lower dorsum. I gasped at the thudding shock. I lurched forward, pressing my round breasts into the cold metallic element of the hybridization.

Thud. clump. Thud.

He picked up the laissez passer, flogging my ass. The pain in the neck swelled. And with my legs spread wide, sometimes a lash smacked my wet snatch. I gasped"pop"each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flair of pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

"Do you have it off it, slut ?"he growled, flailing harder, my ass burning.

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

"Listen to her sing,"a slave purred, compact with lust and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my pussy. My clit ached. Daddy was teasing me now on purpose, guiding the flail to happen upon between my stage. I sucked in breaths each time. My breasts bounced as I swayed. My gold braid pressed between them.

"Daddy, can I cum ?"I moaned as he smacked my slit again.

"I do n't lie with, slut, can you ?"The flail smacked my snatch again, my mouth aching.

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

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

The flail cracked on my pussy.

I gasped and came. I twitched as my punishmentgasm roared through me. My head snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and roll, the burn heating plant keeping the pleasance rippling through me.

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

"Ooh, lucky missy,"the gigglish female child said."Oh, daddy, can I cum, too ?"

"Not now,"her Daddy said.

"Daddy,"she whined as my delight continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breathing time, my pleasure cresting through me. I pressed my tits against the frigid metal of the hybridisation, shuddering, my dead body so alive. I could n't cease the trembles. I gasped, a mitt squeezing my ass.

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

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

A hammer ring.

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

My flesh, still spasming from my orgasm, gripped his cock. His ring was tough, caressing my puss 's rampart ahead of his cock. I trembled, my excited cunt surged with new pleasure as a man I just met fifteen moment ago fucked me.

He buried into me, his nut smacking into my clit, his groin pressing into my burning ass. He drew back and slammed in again. I gasped, my head lolling about as new pleasance surged through me. He reached around my body, finding my nipples, pinching and rolling them.

Daddy watched, arms folded, an acrylic cane in his mitt, one of the thin and flexile 1. He smiled as his friend fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my hips, working back into those heavy thrusts.

"What a cunt,"growled the man, his dick pounding me, his groin smack over and over into my ass. I loved the burning wiz."So tight and juicy."

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

His fingers pinched harder on my nipples, fingernails biting into my tender flesh. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His prick fucked so thick and hard into me. The cock ring rubbed at my medium flesh, igniting my cheek, driving me towards another orgasm.

And Daddy watched.

I was his thoroughly young woman. I pleased his friend. My pleasure swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every jab, enjoying my hot, stiff, barely legal cunt. 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 good for, loose woman. To have cum splattered on your ass."

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

The jizz dripped down my burning ass. A final squirt landed on my lower back and ran into my whirl. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my pussy ache more. I was so end to cumming.

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

But pappa was fix to diddle again. He smacked my ass with the acrylic rod. Unlike the flog, which made thudding wallop, this stringed. Badly. I gasped loudly, rising on my tip toes against the pain.

Crack !

The stinging painfulness pellet through me. split beaded my eyes and a garish belly laugh escaped my lips. Daddy smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning welt and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelps ? So make out hot."

"spirit at that ass dance."

The pain in the neck was intense. The flog 's thudding savor had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my senses. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the next surrender of the rod and yet craving the sting pleasure and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain could get pleasure and bear me in high spirits and higher. My pussy, still on the verge of cumming, clenched.

Smack !

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

"Good."

gap !

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

Crack !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the nuisance, squirming. I did n't crusade 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 capitulum, I knew I could arrest it at any moment.

But I did n't require it to stop. I wanted pa to suffer me. It made us both so well-chosen. My braid slipped over my shoulder and fell down my back again as he played my ass like a drumfish, smacking the acrylic rod over and over into me.

I hurt everywhere on my ass. It stung so badly. My headway swam as rushed into subspace. I swayed in the restraint, 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 thrust into me. A pecker. soul fucked me arduous, driving a long dick deep into my pussycat. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain sensation each time the annonymous passkey buried his cock into me.

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

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating Son sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embracement, my slit spasming about his prick. The world spun about me. star topology danced before my middle as I spasmed about his thrusting cock. I gasped and sang out my passion. So good. So much joy and pain. All of it surging through me.

And the cock kept fucking me. fourth dimension had lost all substance. There was only the genius my helpless consistency drank in. He pushed me against the hybridisation 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 cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot business line that seemed to burn my physique as I swayed. My shoulders ached. I pulled on the cuffs, wanting to break free and flop on the floor.

Swish ! crack cocaine !

I screamed. The wooden panel with all the hole smacked into my ass hard. I felt my butt-cheek suck into all the hole as it pulled away with a minuscule pop. I swayed, the annoyance 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. Other men fucked me, daddy. And I came. I was so bad."

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

I screamed.

The string rattled over my pass. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending burning waves through me. The thudding impact was intense. Each one brought a momentary sharp awareness to my organic structure. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulders, all the welt on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swaths of anatomy aching from its fall.

Swish ! Crack !

"pop, yes !"I moaned, lost to the nuisance and delight. It was all the same to me.

In the backdrop, I heard other char moan and gasped, being fucked as their master copy 's watched me being spanked. I inspired such lecherousness in them. I tried to face, but the world spun. It was too much and—

Swish ! crack !

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

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

But no more fell.

"Daddy, I need it,"I whined.

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

"I do n't give care, dad. penalise me."

He kissed me hard over my shoulder. His weaponry reached up as our tongues met, loosening my manacle. I swayed into his chest as my arms fell limp, my shoulders aching, my muscles burning. pop broke the kiss, holding me unshakable as he bent down to undo the handlock around my ankles.

I would get fallen if he did n't reserve me. He set me down onto a gym mat bedcover out before it. The world spun above me. The men gathered, their dicks hard. Some jerked their own dick while others had their hard worker doing it.

"What a aphrodisiacal morsel,"the Black person lord said."I love young, White-girl ass."

"Enjoy her,"dad said."The fornicatress 's set up to be used. She wants more."

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to satiate your cock, Sir."I stared at that ebony tree dick, stroked by his Whitney Young striver. Her ivory hand could hardly wrap up around it.

"Lube me, slut,"he growled.

His vernal slave fetched lubricant as the man rolled me over with his base onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my heart racing, still drifting through wiz. The slave returned, her low hands rubbing his thick stopcock with lube.

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

He thrust into my asshole.

"pop !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was immense. He stretched me out with his stopcock 's girth. He was swelled than Daddy. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so backbreaking. I clenched down on his dick. My gut burned and then his groin smacked into my bruised, baffle, welt ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his dick as I thrashed beneath him. It was wonderful. My intellect bathed in the affaire d'honneur aesthesis of pleasure and pain. I could n't secern where one ended and the other began. Maybe it was pleasance burning at the stake across my ass and agony churned by his pecker thrusting mystifying into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, little strumpet,"he growled, his heavy nut smacking into my taint."Take it, you slight whore. You love it. Say it. Say how often you love my big, Negroid tool in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, Shirley Temple dick, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. keep open reaming it. hold ramming into me. Pound me. nooky me. Make me burst forth. Yes, yes, yes."

"Ooh, Mark, what a hot slattern you raised. So stringent. So tidal bore to please."

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

His intelligence shuddered through me and another orgasm wracked my body. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his thick pecker. The world spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their shaft or fucking their slaves.

Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the slut 's mouth, his balls smacking into her chin. I stared at her, bantam breasts topped by pink nipples, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eagre to please my dada as practically as I was to please her Master.

I bucked into his thrusts, grunting at the flash of pain."Keep shag my ass, sir. I want you to cum. I want you to be satiated by my body."

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

That wonderful cock kept reaming my ass while papa fucked the other adulteress 's mouth. He gripped her blonde hair in his hand as he slammed his putz down her throat. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my gut massaging dad Bear 's huge cock.

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

A adulteress for these men.

"piece of ass woman of the street,"he groaned and then ripped his peter out of my ass.

His cum spurted, bathing my burning ass. A soothing, kinky lotion to select away the pain in the ass. I groaned, my tush clenching. I sucked in inscrutable breaths as the world spun around me again. I struggled to focus on those who surrounded me.

papa knelt before me, his dick dripping with the slut 's spit. He wrenched my top dog up by the braid and slammed his dick into my back talk. Hot cum boiled into my mouth. I groaned, swallowing down every drop while cum ran down the gap of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a effective missy,"groaned Daddy as I swallowed every drop.

Then he let go of me.

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

The man held me loaded and shoved his cock down my throat. I swallowed it, my soundbox 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 pelvis up with strong hands and lifted me until I knelt."Let me guide you in, Master,"a throaty char purred. And then a new pecker rubbed at my pussy."Fuck her hard, Master."

I moaned as the dick slammed into my puss. I knelt between the two men, their hawkshaw slamming over and over into my mouth, spit roasting me like a piece of meat. My breasts swayed beneath me as I rocked beneath them.

I came again.

It was so hot to be used. To be nothing but a fuck toy for these strange men. I felt daddy 's eyes on me the whole fourth dimension, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his friends. My slit spasmed about the gumshoe in my cunt as the pleasure rippled through me.

Ecstasy crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my dead body so sap, but there were men to gourmandize. Cum splattered my position, running down to my breasts. Hot streak of jizz cooled on my skin. It ran across my body, making me feel so soiled. The turncock in my mouth ripped out and spurted all across my face, painting me.

"Fucking slut,"the man groaned."Oh, yes, you are such a pretty slovenly woman covered in cum."

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

The cock in my cunt ripped out and came up my back. The hot spurts fell in cable down me, mixing with the sight already staining my body. I kept cumming, my pussy squirting juice, the air full of my working girl musk.

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

The men used me and the early daughter. They painted my eubstance in jizz. It covered me. I swam in a sea of blissfulness and agony. My ass hurt. They liked to spank it as they fucked me or pull hard on my braid as they slammed their dicks into my mouth.

pop fucked me once, spurting his incestuous seminal fluid deep into my cunt. It ran out of me in a hot flood as someone else fucked my ass again. I lost track of my orgasms. My entire body buzzed as I fell onto my face, quivering, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a interpreter said, deeply but gruntle."deglutition this."

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

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

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

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

He stroked me through the bathrobe as I finished the sports drink then nibbled on the coffee bar. I trembled. tremble wracked my eubstance as I came down from the eminent of subspace and all the orgasms I had experienced.

"Did I please you, Daddy ?"I asked after swallowing a bite of chocolate. I already felt better, more alert, the human race coming into focus.

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

I smiled and bit off a large hunk of chocolate. I chewed on it as Daddy helped me bear. He slipped my arms through the robe then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my physical structure. He had his dungaree on again, though he still wore his leather vest with no shirt. He was such a handsome, hunky man. He hefted his duffel bag with ease.

"ejaculate on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The ride to the dungeon had taken forever. My fervor had me so heightened, so aware of the mankind, sentence moved so irksome. The drive back was different. I nibbled on the umber and sipped from another energy deglutition in a daze. Daddy talked to me, telling me how proud he was and how I was his good girl. I felt so warm up and loved and drowsy. The misstep passed in a blur. I had finished my chocolate bar and drank about one-half of the second sportswoman drink, this one purple flavor, by the time we got home. Daddy pulled his truck into the drive. It was growing dark.

"What time is it, Daddy ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

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

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

"With bubble ?"I asked.

"Of course, baby."

I beamed, eager for my bubble bath. Daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to help me down. My legs were still a little wobbly. I was so tucker out. My stomach gave a aloud growl, but I needed a bath first.

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

I had to be naked inside the house.

I stared down at my rung breasts and stomach, streaked with ash gray, the drying cum flacking off of me. My ass burned so bad. I poked back there and winced. I was bruised and welted. I would feel it for days, proof that I was a full girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her conservative dress, looking like a fifty dollar bill 's housewife save for her long hair in a dark plait. Her arms were close up beneath her large bosom as she studied my au naturel, cum-stained body.

My tummy sank. She was home former. And now she knew I was Daddy 's sex hard worker. That he seduced me and fucked my eighteen-year-old pussy. My lower lip quivered. It was all over.

Nothing would ever be the same.

To be continued ...