Abby ( 1 )

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

With a last flavor 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 French Republic where he would startle 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 casual thing. When mum died lastly year I just seemed to lose it. I don't even know why really. My parents were very Victorian in their nurture or maybe I should say my mother was. I can't say that I felt any paternal or maternal smell from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and pappa. When mom died suddenly, it hit me quite hard. The sensory faculty of freedom just overwhelmed me I suppose. I started going out to taphouse and boozing, not too lots but enough to dim my mind to one of the educatee who took vantage enough to necessitate my virginity. He hung around long enough for me to pull in that all he wanted was sex so I dumped him and remained chaste through out university

Anyway, along came Mike. Soft, gentle, and as strait-laced as my parents I suppose. Maybe that's why I felt safe with him. Anyway we got marital six calendar month ago. Daddy bought us a house as a marriage ceremony present and then mike was offered his new job in France. We had only been in the house 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 dada to rest for a few days. I hated being on my own more than I hated how minor daddy made me feel when he was around. I knew he loved me but he was just so reign, so controlling but at least he would be ship's company for a light while.

"Abby. Abby. Are you awake ?"

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

"I thought we might stop in Town for a raciness to eat before heading home 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 blow. The barman said we would be called once a table was free in the dinning room so we sat down a waited to be called.

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

I was shocked but impulse turned my gaze in the focal point daddy was looking. Sitting at the bar was a young guy in his mid twenties. By his jean and leather crownwork he was obviously a biker He smiled at me and I went shining red and turned away sharply.

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

"More sucker you then"papa said sharply.

"Daddy…."

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

The subject of the new man was dropped but I couldn't avail thinking about what daddy had said and, if I'm honest, I did get the occasional look to see if he was still looking in my direction. But he must have left as I couldn't see him. Daddy and I talked casually about nil in especial as we ate our food and then continued on our way home.

It was one-half past 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 quick cascade daddy then I will stool some tea before I go to bed."

"Ok sweetie."Daddy said softly

I went upstairs, showered and dried myself then put on my nightgown, which buttoned all the way up to my neck and came well below my knees, then donned my dressing robe. As I put the tympani on daddy went up for his shower bath. Coming back down ten minutes later in his jammies, we sat drinking the tea in silence.

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

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

"Don't be silly."pa smiled,"What's the affair ?"

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

"What in bed you mean ?"

I nodded my head, too blockade to say anything."Would you like me to sit with you for a while ?"Daddy said smiling. I was sure he just wanted to burst out laughing.

"Would you mind ? Just till I fall asleep."

"Come on silly. Up you go."papa said taking my cup off me.

I got into bed and a import later daddy came in and sat on the bed next to me propping himself up with the pillow. I lay with my spinal column to him taking comfortableness in the phone of his breathing. As I started to unstrain my mind drifted to the guy in the pub. I wondered if daddy was right. Not that it mattered of path because I was happily married. But what if…. ?

As I drifted off to sleep my creative thinker wandered off into the ‘ what if ?'What if he gently kissed me on the neck opening, and then my berm ? His hand vagabondage over my breasts sending tingling all over my body. His hot kisses continued down, lower and lower trough he was gently kissing between my branch. My vagina hungry for more I spread my legs for him as his knife 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 time his knife brushed my clit. I moaned my approval and as the shocks got stronger I started to arch my hips towards his clapper which was now going deeper and deeper into that hot place. All the while his hands were playing with my tit, now engorged and hard to the soupcon. I put my hand on his head and ran my finger through his hair.

The flavour in my tum was like nil I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to kiss my navel, my nipples and then my oral fissure I responded. I could feel his erecting knock at the door of my throbbing wet vagina and then he was in. I took a sharp breath as it all felt so rattling. As he slid his full phase of the moon duration inside me I let out that breath and as he slowly slid that rod in and out of me I responded like never before. The look in my tummy was growing, getting strong and stronger until I knew it was just going to burst right through my body. That awesome whiz rose from the pit of my stomach and as it reached my throat my eyes flew open.

In come confusion I stared straight at daddy who continued to push up into me, smiling as he did so. The sexual climax didn't stop one minuscule bit and as it exploded from my body I screamed,"Daddyyyyyyyyy !"I threw my branch round his cervix and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for greater penetration. My back arched in that long desperate cry of shocking pleasure. As daddy jabbing faster and harder so did I. Daddy let out a guttural hissing auditory sensation as he raised himself up and his center looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his seed, his pappa cum spout into his fiddling little girl. I knew it was damage but I couldn't have stopped it, and I couldn't stop my orgasm from doubling in intensiveness at the feel of that liquid state shooting into me. Finally daddy stopped and lay still on top of me. My orgasm drifted away and completely exhausted I must give birth drifted of to sleep. intellection of the guy at the pub.

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

As I opened my eyes I wondered if it had all been a dream. Realising that I was naked advertize that thought right out of my brain. I grabbed for the bedclothes to cover my body.

"Bit latterly for that."pa said, as he put a tray with tea and pledge onto my lap.

I was totally lost for give-and-take. Not only was my father admitting that he had sex with me he was totally blasé about it. I felt sick. But not, surprisingly, at what had happened. I felt sick that my vagina was throbbing at the thought. Still trying to compensate myself I sipped at the tea, but the thought of eating just made my belly churn. Daddy sat down in the armchair that we kept adjacent to the huge sliding doorway that led to a balcony where you could seem out to sea. He just sat looking at me

"Why ?"I managed finally.

"Hmmm."pa 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 nightie rose gamy and gamy I suppose I just couldn't resist it. Especially once your helping hand went between your legs. That was it really I just replaced your mitt with mine and waited for you to wake up. Nobody was more storm than me when you did open your eyes and….Well you didn ‘ t exactly push me away did you ? In fact you took over and consider me I don't think you would have let me give up even if I wanted to."

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

papa stood up,"Get dressed. I think we need to talk."He said walking to the door,"You should get it on though that I have no regret. None whatsoever. And given the opportunity 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 orgasm. That feeling of tote up 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 coffee in his handwriting. He poured me a cup and I sat silently face-to-face him at the breakfast bar.

"I knew when I woke this morning that I would suffer no rue. I thoroughly enjoyed you finally dark and, unless you say no, or tell me to arrest, fully intend to do it again. Who buy ‘ s your wearing apparel ?"

"forgiveness ?"I said confused at the modification in subject.

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

I had learnt at a very other age when dad said do something you did it without enquiry. I grabbed my matter and followed him out the threshold. We travelled for almost an time of day in silence and for the side by side two hours daddy took me from store to store buying clothes I would never dream of purchasing. Ignoring any protests from me. The last workshop I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a young girl who took my hand and led me into a cubicle in the spinal column of the workshop.

"payoff 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 a great deal hair down there it got into my teeth end night. I was still pulling it out this morning."He laughed

"You could give birth warned me. Do you give birth any idea how I felt when she told me to strip 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 metre we got home. I put the shopping bags on the settle and put the coffee on. Daddy sat down in the armchair."semen here."He said

Without thinking I did as he asked and stood in front of him."Take your clothes off."

"What ?"

He jumped out of the hot seat and grabbed me by the hair. Pulling my face close to his he said,"It is every woman's job to be available to her man. It is every girl's job to attain her father happy 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 dress off."

With shaking hands I stripped. Naked I tried to cover my body."Keep your arms at your side and carry your head up."He said sternly. I did as instructed. Standing behind me he ran his hand down my back over my buttocks to my articulatio coxae. Then over my breadbasket and up to my tit. Every inch of my body was electrified, shocks travelling down to that pip between my ramification. I shut my eyes and did everything I could to oppose the feeling of arousal. By the time his hand reached that triangle I was shaking, and to my total embarrassment I was very wet.

He moved round of drinks to the front and sat down. Running his hired hand over the placid skin of my vagina. I stood shaking. When he ran his fingerbreadth over the engorged lips I let out a moan of joy."Like it or not,"he said,"Your organic structure is made for pleasance, both to give and incur. You have a nice tight posterior and your tits are large and firm. They stand proud for all to see. These are the rules. While I am here you will never bear scanty or a bra, and will only break the clothes we bought today. You will only ever wear a bra and your old clothes again when mike is at base. Is that understood ?"All the metre he had been running his fingerbreadth over my self-conceited cunt, now he slid a finger in.

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

"goodness. I suggest you keep your new dress in the small elbow room and use it as a walk in wardrobe."He said as he slid another finger inside me. His quarter round was working on my clitoris as he thrust his fingers inside me. He was fucking me with his hired hand and I was totally lost to the rising orgasm. It was as though last Night had broken the dam and virtuoso ran through my body like flowing water. He knew how close I was. I couldn't hide it as groan escaped my lips and my body swayed. Then, just as I was on the very sharpness, he stopped. I almost cried.

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

Shocked out of my delirium I watched as he stood up and stripped naked. From the offset moment his erection was visible I couldn't take my eyes off it. I was by no agency an expert on the size of a adult male shaft. But this was definitely a lot bigger than microphone's. He sat back down."kneel here."He said pointing at the storey between his ramification. My eyes still transfixed on his erecting I did as instructed. He had very minuscule hair around that phallus so I guessed he had trimmed it. He took my helping hand and placed it on his throbbing stopcock. He told me what to do until I had it right then lay back for a spell enjoying it. I have to accommodate that I felt quite proud that I had made my daddy smile with pleasure. What came next was not so slow. He pulled my heading forward.

"Open your mouth."He said gently

I did waffle, but I knew if I held back that daddy would be furious 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 mouth till I almost choked."Breath around it. Breath through your nose."

I did as he said and he pushed further till he was right in my pharynx. 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 mind down ever further. He did this several times until finally his erecting was deep in my throat and my wind rubbed against his stomach. Once I was all the way in he pulled my caput up and down on his erection. As I got into a rhythm he let me do it by myself."Good girl."he said,"commodity girl."

It did get sluttish but my throat would be sore for years after. I sensed a change after a while. The preference of his succus was different and he started to thrust up at me. Then, with a moan he pulled my head up and looked into my eyes. His cock was just inside my rima oris as he shot his source into it. My eyes showed cushion. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting turncock deep into my throat. The gustatory perception of come was strange. A mixture of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn't have much selection but to swallow near of it but some ran out of my oral cavity and onto my mentum. I felt his soundbox completely relax. I lay my head on his leg, his shaft still in my back talk till it was flaccid enough to fall out. He patted me on the foreland."fountainhead done my missy. fountainhead done."I smiled.

If I thought it was over I was unseasonable. After a few mo daddy got up and put me in the armchair with my legs over one arm while my oral sex rested on the early. He pulled my branch up and with a loathsome smiling buried his face between my legs. The onrush of his tongue on my clit brought me straight back to the sharpness of orgasm. My hands went to his fountainhead and urged him on to greater attempt. My coming flew up from between my leg and out of my mouth in a foresighted wailing cry of cristal. I screamed out and cried in euphoric pleasure for what seemed like forever. Then it started to subside.

papa pulled my legs up and made me hold them up with my script. I was almost bow double. I could see his cock, erect, hard and pointing at my throbbing hole. He looked at me as it brushed my kitty mouth. I knew, now was the time to choose. If I let him in then there was no going back, ever.

I hesitated only a mo. I looked him in the nerve, my breathing erratic from the continued orgasm,"nooky me daddy. Make me yours."I whispered.

A foreign feel of victory crossed his brass as he pushed that rod into his daughter's hot pussy. Once in he speeded up and he fucked me grueling. My orgasm flew back to life and I was once again lost in it. I felt something encounter my rectum. The juices from my wet vagina had lubricated it so when the digit slipped inside that obscure trap it went in easily. I was, never the less, shocked and surprised. But again I was pulled into my orgasm, now enhanced by the rectal stimulation. Then another digit joined and wormed its way around in circles. The whole combined flavor drove me almost to insanity. rightfield till the moment daddy pulled his cock out of my kitty and brushed it at the gob of my stern. My eyes flew open. So wide it hurt. dada waited for a second and when I didn't say anything his throbbing cock slid into my bum yap with a seeming plop.

The painful sensation was brief, but excruciating, which stupidly enough highlighted the orgasm that my pussy was still going through. Slowly dada pushed more than and more of that hard member into my keister until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his little girls bum cakehole while he fingered her clitoris through coming. Then my bum started to throb in musical rhythm to his penetration and feelings arose inside me that I couldn't explain until the insufferable happened. I orgasmed from my cock filled rectum. integrate with my still throbbing orgasmic pussy I was totally lost. I gave myself completely over to it not caring how I looked or sounded. Then, as papa filled my bum maw with his second load I blacked out.

I awoke some time later lying on the settee covered with a blanket. I sat up and looked around. I couldn't see pappa anywhere. Wrapping the cover around me I staggered to the kitchen and poured coffee 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 patio door and sipped at my steaming cup, thinking about what had occurred.

I can't say I felt happy, but I did feel….fulfilled I suppose would be a right word. Like I had finally achieved something, sexual satisfaction if nothing else. I now knew for certain that my orgasm in conclusion nighttime was without question my world-class and that Mike would never be able to satisfy me sexually in the way pa had. For a start his dick was a lot belittled than daddies. But I couldn't get it out of my head that what we were doing….No ! What pop was doing, was wrongfulness. 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 strait made me startle."How long was I asleep ?"

"Only a yoke of hour. Go and have a bathing tub it will ease some of the soreness."

"Ok."I said

"Don't lock the door. No locked doorway when I am here ever."

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

"Put something on from your new clobber and I will process you to dinner for being a good little girl."

"Yes daddy."

I soaked for a while and then got dried and dressed in a slenderize white low cut top and a very curtly black flared annulus with open toed blackguard. As I looked in the full phase of the moon distance mirror I had a miscellanea of strange feelings. The woman reflected in the mirror was not me, but it was. I recognised my case and even my legs but everything in between was mortal else. Someone who looked gorgeous but was somebody I would normally have got disliked as a….well….easy I suppose. A slut. I hated that thinking but was also excited inside because I knew it would take a leak daddy glad. I went downstairs and into the lounge.

"That's much better."pa said, smiling."nip and tuck the annulus up."

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

That brought about more mix in impression. Pride that I had pleased him and care and a little disgrace that I was on showing for all to see.

Over the side by side few 24-hour interval that fear and disgrace would almost completely vanish. pappa used me in every way possible as often as possible. I was amazed at his stamen. 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 promenade so he could watch 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 issue forth than I could ever dream of. He had even made me sit in the armchair with my legs spread wide receptive fingering myself to an coming while he wanked himself off. Shooting his come into my face or over my tits. My lyric had deteriorated to daddy's level as well. But as I waved goodbye to him, his come dribbling down my branch, any trust I had gained went with him. Now I was alone. The house was vacate, subdued. All that intimate stress had gone. I felt some relief but virtually of all I just felt alone.

The juice running down my leg brought me back to biography. I went for a shower and put on a clit down clothes. This was the one exclusion daddy had made from my old closet as long as I only did three push button up. I chose the three buttons and he made me cut the rest off. Now the dresses were low enough to present off my breasts and stock split enough up the front to almost shew off everything else, but for working around the mansion they were better than my new apparel and a funfair compromise daddy had said.

The residue of the day I just wandered around the house aimlessly. When I went to bed, alone now that daddy had gone, I decided to let Rosco catch some Z's upstairs with me. I decided that he had been neglected since daddy came so would carry him for a walk of life in the morning.

When I woke in the morning time I decided to lave away as much of the last few days as possible by washing the bedding. While the washing auto did its work I went round the menage cleaning up and then, as the atmospheric condition was nice took the bedding out the side door to hang it on the stock to dry.

As I opened the room access Mr Robertson was standing at his English door puffing on a cigarette as common. With his right bridge player in his pocket. I had seen him respective multiplication before but only now did I substantiate what his rightfield hand was doing. He smiled. I froze. He was playing with himself. I could plainly see his bridge player running along his erection and the farsighted I stood the with child that erection became. It was only seconds but I had to make a conjunctive effort to draw my wooden leg move. I walked to the clothes line knowing he was watching me. I couldn't get rid of the moving-picture show of him wanking as he watched. I rushed back indoors trying my hardest not to look at his manus and failing miserably. I rushed back to the house forcing myself not to await at him. I closed the room access and put my spine to it as I steadied my breathing. Thankfully the field glass was frosted so he couldn't see how he had affected me. Why it had such a powerful result I don't know but I could sense my kitty getting wet. He was in all elbow room a repulsive man. Unkempt unshaved and always in drawers and filthy t shirt. The way he leered at me made me shudder all over.

Try as I may I couldn't rid myself of my throbbing twat. In the end I flopped down on the settle, closed my optic, and allowed my fingers to run down my body, undoing the dress as they travelled to that throbbing triangle between my leg. I pictured daddy performing with me, fingering me and then kissing my nipples, my bellybutton, and on down to my clit. I spread my legs wider to give him better access. I moaned with pleasure as his tongue did its work. Delving deeper into my pussy than ever before. I could find my climax rising rapidly, and then reality hit me.

My eyes flew open to encounter Rosco with his tongue avidly licking at the succus flowing from my throbbing trap. I have to intromit I hesitated. So close to orgasm I wanted to action the rising pauperization. But no. Not like this. This was just too demoralise. I spun beat and dropped to my knees putting my binding to Rosco."No Rosco."I said.

Next here and now I felt a thud on my binding as Rosco's front end paw pushed me forward. His rearwards legs now between my legs I could feel him pushing forward. Then I felt a prodding at my slit and realised what he was trying to do. I tried to get up but he was too solid. He snarled his disapproval at my gesture and the next matter I knew his erect cock was inside my pulsate hole."Oh God."I moaned,"Rosco. No"I said and again tried to stand up.

Rosco growled again and pushed at my cervix with his hooter, nipping at me to stay still. I was trapped, and not only by Rosco, his tool was brushing hard against my clit. His hammer just seemed to keep growing as he pumped rapidly in and out of me, making his unerring journey deeper into my eubstance. My orgasm again started to mount. I thanked god when I felt him follow, thinking that now he would get off me. I later found out that his first interjection was only pre come, but there was so a good deal of it that it spilled out and ran down my legs.

Then I felt something self-aggrandizing than his erection pushing at my kick hole. I could feel the huge sizing of it and was terrified it would tear me apart. Suddenly with a seeming plop, whatever it was pushed past my swollen puss lips and was inside me, and still Rosco got bigger and larger. That knot was now crushing my clit driving me finally over the edge into a vast orgasm. He pumped faster and faster and my senses went further and further away until I was completely lost in a episode of rapid fire orgasmic spasms.

Finally Rosco fired his seminal fluid into me, it poured from his swollen balls like water supply from a tap I could feel it hitting my inside bang bang smash trough finally he slowed down and came to a stop, his come running freely from my pussy and down my legs. His shaft was still inside me and each time he tried to draw in out of my sopping gob he sent me off on yet another climax. Finally he flopped out of me and strolled off to his turning point. I fell to the floor, exhausted and sated like never before. I was so ashamed I cried for ages curled up in a ball on the settee. My live thought before I fell into a restless eternal rest was"Oh papa. What have you done to me ?"

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

"How's my little lady friend ?"

"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 deceased and the look of liquidity running down my legs was acute as was the stickiness I felt from my waistline to my toes.

"Good girl. Now when is Mike due home ?"

"Err about three calendar week time."I said a small confused."Why ?"

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

"Ok pappa I will let you know."

"Ok well I will call in you before then so take care baby girl."

Once again I felt the tidy sum sticking to my legs and dress so decided to learn a bathroom, and maybe try and sort my head out.

I ran the bath really hot and stepped into it. Enjoying the heat on my tense up muscle and bruised slit. As I thought over what had occurred over the last few daytime I just got more confused.

I should hold said no to my Father-God fucking me. But without any hesitation I knew that I just didn't want to say no. Although I may have been discerning, shocked even. I had to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed what had happened. Maybe mum knew what may chance and that is why she was so nonindulgent. That then of course brought my judgement to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even possible for a dog to solve and fuck a human being being. But thinking of how that long tongue had made me feel was a bout on in itself. I was getting wet at the sentiment of it.

But Rosco fucking me was a different thing completely. Or was it. While my headway said it was foetid and awry. I couldn't deny the powerful sexual climax he had given me. And I also had to admit that in realness Rosco using me as his bitch was not much unlike to my father using me as his whore. Just more and more confusing.

I spent the rest of day just pottering around. Everything just going through my mind all the time didn't help at all. As I went to bed Rosco tried to follow. I told him to stay but then I hesitated. A characterization shaft through my brain of Rosco licking my pussy while I slept."No."I said, and closed him downstairs. It wasn't boulder clay I got to my bedroom that I realised that the bedding was still hung out to dry. I was too tired to get some clean bedding material so just lay on the bed and fell into a restless troublesome sleep.

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

I dived out of bed and grabbed my flannel dress from the wardrobe and ran downstairs looking for the button. As I ran outside several things became obvious.

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

2 ) I was not wearing my white dress. 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 clitoris at the navel.

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

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

Even though my promontory screamed run. I couldn't. I got angrier and raging at myself and at him for doing this to me. Then another crack of nose drops woke me out of my daze and the heavens opened up. A inundation of rain fell down on me. I took a stride towards the wash and then back again, knowing it was too late. I glared at Mr Robertson, standing in his room access nice and dry with his hard-on in his hand.

Anger has always been a problem for me. It makes me unregenerate. I make foolhardy decisions. This meter was no break. It was his fault my washing was soaked. It was his fault I was soaked. I stood in front of him, no More than four feet away as he stroked that fat pecker of his, and it was fat, not overly long but really fat. I opened my legs slightly and put my hands on my rose hip, which of course caused the hem of the top to unfold 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 to the lowest degree bit perturbed. Stupidly I smiled back, let the top go and as sexily as I could I slowly strolled back into the laundry room."I'll show him."I thought to myself. The tumble dryer was directly opposite the doorway which was still open. I spread my branch broad and knack over to spread out the drier door. My pussy was getting wet at the thought of making him suffer.

So wet in fact that he had no trouble ramming two digit up my muddle. The precipitancy, the unexpectedness of it made me sigh out loud, it should have been a belly laugh surely but it wasn't. He was pumping his finger's breadth into me rapidly, his knuckle duster brushing against my clit. He added another finger's breadth and with three finger's breadth fucking me my body was reacting rapidly. His free hired man 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 shout"Get off me. You repulsive trivial man"but it just wouldn't come out. Then I felt it, his huge fat cock brushing my wet throbbing hole. He waited. I said nothing, in fact I wanted to labor back onto him but I wouldn't give him that atonement. He rammed that difficult fat shaft into me as far as it would go and I screamed. Not in infliction but in wild instant orgasm. He didn't maintenance he just rammed and rammed and rammed into me, savage and hard.

His handwriting came round now and he grabbed both my nipples and pinched them as hard as he could and the electric jounce joined with all those other feelings pouring out of my screaming cunt. My peg turned to jelly, unable to support myself. Every metre 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 across-the-board as it had ever been and I was completely lost, like a rag doll unable to insure my physical structure in any way.

He made no sound. Not even when he finally shot his spunk into me. jet 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 drier to the floor, facing him. That fat tool still throbbing in forepart of my cheek. He brushed it against my backtalk and I willingly opened my oral cavity to take him in. He wasn't gentle as he fucked my face. Banging my head back against the dryer, dazing me. I managed eventually to prevent my capitulum 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 cum it seemed never ending. With his shaft trench in my throat it was impossible to withdraw it all and I choked. The seed had no former 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 threshold I tried to bear up. The chiffon top fell to the floor and I staggered naked to the kitchen and through to the lounge where I once again collapsed on the flooring. Before I could get up Rosco was on me and his cock was in me. As rampant as Mr Oscar Robertson, Rosco was showing me who was party boss in this house. Getting his own back on me for last Nox. Igniting my orgasm once again, I couldn't have stopped him even I wanted to, I was so weak. I just lay my heading on the floor and let him have his way. And gave myself up to him and that oh so powerful orgasm. This time there was no trouble getting his knot in and I smiled with pride as I once again took every ounce of my dog's germ into my bitch pussy hole. The last matter I remember was thinking,"It seems I can't resist rooster. Any cock."I smiled and everything went black.

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