Abby ( 1 )

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

With a last look at the ferry I turned away from the dock and followed daddy back to the car. I had just seen my husband of six month get on a ferrying to French Republic where he would start up 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 affair. When mummy died hold out year I just seemed to lose it. I don't even know why really. My parents were very Victorian in their fosterage or maybe I should say my mother was. I can't say that I felt any paternal or maternal feelings from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and daddy. When mummy died suddenly, it hit me quite hard. The sense of exemption just overwhelmed me I suppose. I started going out to taphouse and drinking, not too lots but enough to dim my sagaciousness to one of the students who took advantage enough to take my virginity. He hung around long enough for me to see that all he wanted was sex so I dumped him and remained chaste through out university

Anyway, along came microphone. Soft, gentle, and as square-toed as my parents I suppose. Maybe that's why I felt condom with him. Anyway we got married six month ago. dad bought us a business firm as a wedding present tense and then Mike was offered his new job in French Republic. We had only been in the house for a few workweek and it had taken that long to get it deck and cleaned up. Now I would be on my own for a month. That was why I had asked daddy to stay for a few twenty-four hour period. I hated being on my own more than I hated how small pop made me find when he was around. I knew he loved me but he was just so dominate, so controlling but at to the lowest degree he would be company for a short while.

"Abby. Abby. Are you awake ?"

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

"I thought we might stop in town for a bite to eat before heading nursing home as it's nearly ten o'clock."

Still only half listening I agreed. He pulled into a pub just outside of Ithiel Town and once inside ordered me a vodka and coke. The barman said we would be called once a table was loose in the dinning way so we sat down a waitress to be called.

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

I was shocked but impulse turned my gaze in the direction daddy was looking. Sitting at the bar was a young guy in his mid twenty dollar bill. By his dungaree and leather crown he was obviously a biker He smiled at me and I went undimmed red and turned away sharply.

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

"more saphead you then"Daddy said sharply.

"Daddy…."

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

The topic of the immature man was dropped but I couldn't helper thinking about what daddy had said and, if I'm honest, I did give birth the periodic look to see if he was still looking in my management. But he must have left as I couldn't see him. Daddy and I talked casually about nix in finical as we ate our nutrient and then continued on our way home.

It was half past football team when we got back. We had left a brightness level on so we could see our way in. Rosco our Alsatian jumped up at me happily as I walked in and after patting him for a piece I said,"I am going for a quick shower papa then I will get to some tea before I go to bed."

"Ok sweetie."pappa said softly

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

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

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

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

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

"What in bed you mean ?"

I nodded my psyche, too mortified to say anything."Would you wish me to sit with you for a while ?"Daddy said smiling. I was sure he just wanted to split out laughing.

"Would you mind ? Just public treasury I fall asleep."

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

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

As I drifted off to sleep my mind wandered off into the ‘ what if ?'What if he gently kissed me on the neck, and then my articulatio humeri ? His hand wandering over my breasts sending tingles all over my body. His hot kiss continued down, lower and downhearted trough he was gently kissing between my legs. My vagina hungry for to a greater extent I spread my legs for him as his tongue flicked and found my bud, now throbbing. He knew what he was doing ; the joy that ran through my body was like an electric car seismic disturbance every time his tongue brushed my clit. I moaned my approval and as the shocks got stronger I started to arch my hip towards his spit which was now going deeper and deeper into that hot berth. All the while his hands were playing with my nipples, now engorged and operose to the touch. I put my hand on his head and ran my fingers through his hair.

The feeling in my abdomen was like zilch I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to kiss my navel, my nipples and then my mouth I responded. I could find his erecting knocking at the door of my throbbing wet vagina and then he was in. I took a precipitous breathing place as it all felt so tangible. As he slid his full length inside me I let out that intimation and as he slowly slid that rod in and out of me I responded like never before. The feeling in my stomach was growing, getting stronger and stronger until I knew it was just going to burst right through my eubstance. That awful sensation rose from the pit of my breadbasket and as it reached my throat my eyes flew open.

In add together confusion I stared straight at dada who continued to thrust into me, smiling as he did so. The orgasm didn't stop one slight bit and as it exploded from my body I screamed,"Daddyyyyyyyyy !"I threw my arms round his neck and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for greater penetration. My back arched in that long dire cry of shocking pleasance. As dad knife thrust faster and harder so did I. pappa let out a guttural hissing strait as he raised himself up and his eyes looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his semen, his daddy cum spout into his little daughter. I knew it was awry but I couldn't have stopped it, and I couldn't stop my orgasm from doubling in intensity at the feeling of that liquidness shooting into me. Finally dad stopped and lay still on top of me. My orgasm drifted away and completely exhausted I must have drifted of to sleep. Thinking of the guy at the pub.

I was woken by a sudden child's play."Come on sleepy head it's ten o'clock."Daddy said.

As I opened my eyes I wondered if it had all been a dream. Realising that I was naked pushed that idea right out of my head. I grabbed for the bedclothes to get over my body.

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

I was totally lost for countersign. Not only was my sire admitting that he had sex with me he was totally blasé about it. I felt purge. But not, surprisingly, at what had happened. I felt sick that my vagina was throbbing at the thought. Still trying to treat myself I sipped at the tea, but the thought of eating just made my tummy churn. dad sat down in the armchair that we kept next to the huge sliding doorway that led to a balcony where you could look out to sea. He just sat looking at me

"Why ?"I managed finally.

"Hmmm."daddy said,"That's a hard one really. You were very restless as you dozed off. And to be honest as you uncovered yourself and your nightdress rose higher and higher I suppose I just couldn't resist it. Especially once your deal went between your wooden leg. That was it really I just replaced your manus with mine and waited for you to come alive up. Nobody was more surprised 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 believe me I don't think you would hold let me break even if I wanted to."

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

Daddy stood up,"Get dressed. I think we need to talk."He said walking to the door,"You should know though that I have no regrets. 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 aid but think of that overpowering orgasm. That flavor of total pleasure. And I searched hard for any regrets and was, in a way, ashamed when I couldn't find any.

I found dada in the kitchen, a cup of steaming coffee in his deal. He poured me a cup and I sat silently opposite him at the breakfast bar.

"I knew when I woke this morning that I would experience no regrets. I thoroughly enjoyed you finale Night and, unless you say no, or state me to turn back, fully intend to do it again. Who buy ‘ s your dress ?"

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

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

I had learnt at a very early age when daddy said do something you did it without motion. I grabbed my affair and followed him out the room access. We travelled for almost an 60 minutes in muteness and for the future two hour daddy took me from store to store buying apparel I would never aspiration of buying. Ignoring any protestation from me. The lowest shop I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a Thomas Young miss who took my hired man and led me into a carrell in the back of the shop.

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

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

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

"You had so much hair down there it got into my teeth lowest night. I was still pulling it out this morning."He laughed

"You could ingest warned me. Do you have any idea how I felt when she told me to strip off. I've never heard of a blinking Brazilian."

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

I was calm by the time we got home. I put the shopping bags on the settle and put the coffee on. Daddy sat down in the armchair."cum 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 chair and grabbed me by the hair. Pulling my face close to his he said,"It is every fair sex's job to be available to her man. It is every daughter's job to constitute her father glad and proud of her. When I tell you to do something you will do it immediately and without interrogative. Is that understood ?"Terrified, I nodded. He released me."Now. get hold of your clothes off."

With shaking script I stripped. Naked I tried to cover up my body."hold your coat of arms at your incline and have got your head up."He said sternly. I did as instructed. Standing behind me he ran his bridge player down my back over my buttocks to my hips. Then over my stomach and up to my titty. Every inch of my body was electrified, shocks travelling down to that spot between my legs. I shut my eyes and did everything I could to fight the feeling of arousal. By the clip his hand reached that triangle I was shaking, and to my total embarrassment I was very wet.

He moved round of drinks to the social movement and sat down. Running his hand over the smooth skin of my vagina. I stood shaking. When he ran his finger's breadth over the engorged sass I let out a moan of pleasure."Like it or not,"he said,"Your body is made for pleasure, both to break and receive. You have a nice sloshed arse and your tit are large and firm. They stand proud for all to see. These are the rules. While I am here you will never wear panties or a bra, and will only wear the clothes we bought today. You will only ever wear a bra and your old clothes again when Mike is at house. Is that understood ?"All the time he had been running his finger over my tumesce pussy, now he slid a fingerbreadth in.

The notion of that penetration almost made my leg establish way. I opened my branch slightly."Yes daddy."

"trade good. I suggest you keep your new clothes in the small elbow room and use it as a walk in wardrobe."He said as he slid another finger inside me. His thumb was working on my button as he thrust his finger inside me. He was fucking me with his hand and I was totally lost to the rising climax. It was as though live on night had broken the dam and sensations ran through my body like flowing H2O. He knew how come together I was. I couldn't hide it as moans escaped my lips and my body swayed. Then, just as I was on the very edge, he stopped. I almost cried.

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

Shocked out of my delirium I watched as he stood up and stripped naked. From the first base moment his erection was visible I couldn't take my eyes off it. I was by no means an expert on the size of a mans cock. But this was definitely a lot giving than microphone's. He sat back down."Kneel here."He said pointing at the level between his legs. My eyes still transfixed on his erection I did as instructed. He had very little fuzz around that phallus so I guessed he had trimmed it. He took my hand and placed it on his throbbing pecker. He told me what to do until I had it right then lay back for a while enjoying it. I have to include that I felt quite lofty that I had made my daddy smile with delight. What came next was not so easy. He pulled my drumhead forward.

"Open your mouth."He said gently

I did hesitate, but I knew if I held back that pappa would be angry so slowly I took that cock into my mouth. Again papa 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 head teacher down ever further. He did this several metre until finally his erection was rich in my throat and my nozzle rubbed against his belly. Once I was all the way in he pulled my head up and down on his erection. As I got into a beat he let me do it by myself."expert girl."he said,"Good girl."

It did get easier but my throat would be sore for eld after. I sensed a variety after a while. The perceptiveness of his juice was unlike and he started to thrust up at me. Then, with a groan he pulled my foreland up and looked into my oculus. His rooster was just inside my mouth as he shot his seed into it. My oculus showed seismic disturbance. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting cock deep into my throat. The taste of come was unusual. A mixture of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn't have much choice but to take back well-nigh of it but some ran out of my mouthpiece and onto my mentum. I felt his body completely relax. I lay my head on his leg, his cock still in my mouth till it was flaccid enough to fall out. He patted me on the head."well done my girl. Well done."I smiled.

If I thought it was over I was faulty. After a few arcminute daddy got up and put me in the armchair with my peg over one arm while my brain rested on the former. He pulled my legs up and with a wicked smile buried his expression between my legs. The outpouring of his glossa on my clit brought me straight back to the boundary of coming. My hands went to his head and urged him on to greater efforts. My sexual climax flew up from between my ramification and out of my mouth in a foresightful wailing cry of go. I screamed out and cried in euphoric delight for what seemed corresponding forever. Then it started to subside.

pappa pulled my branch up and made me hold them up with my hands. I was almost bended treble. I could see his cock, erect, laborious and pointing at my throbbing hole. He looked at me as it brushed my puss brim. I knew, now was the time to choose. If I let him in then there was no going back, ever.

I hesitated only a moment. I looked him in the face, my breathing erratic from the continued orgasm,"Fuck me daddy. Make me yours."I whispered.

A unusual look of triumph crossed his human face as he pushed that rod into his daughter's hot puss. Once in he speeded up and he fucked me hard. My climax flew back to life and I was once again lost in it. I felt something brush my rectum. The juice from my wet vagina had lubricated it so when the finger's breadth slipped inside that darkest jam it went in easily. I was, never the less, shocked and surprised. But again I was pulled into my coming, now enhanced by the rectal stimulation. Then another finger joined and wormed its way around in circles. The unscathed combined feelings drove me almost to insanity. Right till the bit daddy pulled his cock out of my slit and brushed it at the pickle of my butt. My eyes flew open. So wide-eyed it hurt. pappa waited for a second and when I didn't say anything his throbbing cock slid into my bum hole with a seeming plop.

The pain was brief, but excruciating, which stupidly enough highlighted the coming that my slit was still going through. Slowly pop pushed Sir Thomas More and more of that hard member into my behind until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his footling young lady bum hole while he fingered her clitoris through climax. Then my bum started to shiver in regular recurrence to his penetration and belief arose inside me that I couldn't explain until the impossible happened. I orgasmed from my cock filled rectum. Mixed 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 dada filled my bum hollow with his back shipment 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 dada anywhere. Wrapping the blanket around me I staggered to the kitchen and poured burnt umber from the constantly hot pot. I tried sitting at the breakfast bar but the BM was too heavy against my saw rectum so I stood at the terrace door and sipped at my steaming cup, thinking about what had occurred.

I can't say I felt happy, but I did feel….fulfilled I suppose would be a better countersign. Like I had finally achieved something, sexual atonement if nothing else. I now knew for certain that my coming in conclusion dark was without doubt my first off and that Mike would never be able to satisfy me sexually in the way daddy had. For a start his cock was a lot smaller than dad. But I couldn't get it out of my head that what we were doing….No ! What DADDY was doing, was wrong. I also knew that I would not be able to say no to whatever else he wanted to do. Not now and probably not ever.

"So you're awake at last."

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

"Only a brace of 60 minutes. Go and have a bath it will ease some of the soreness."

"Ok."I said

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

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

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

"Yes daddy."

I soaked for a while and then got dried and dressed in a thin out snowy low cut top and a very short black flared bird with open toed cad. As I looked in the wide distance mirror I had a mixture of unknown spirit. The woman reflected in the mirror was not me, but it was. I recognised my face and even my ramification but everything in between was someone else. person who looked gorgeous but was individual I would normally have disliked as a….well….easy I suppose. A slut. I hated that thought but was also excited inside because I knew it would make daddy happy. I went downstairs and into the lounge.

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

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

That brought about more than immix feelings. Pride that I had pleased him and fear and a little shame that I was on showing for all to see.

Over the next few days that fear and ignominy would almost completely disappear. daddy used me in every way possible as often as possible. I was amazed at his stamina. He taught me how to walk and draw 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 township 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 come in than I could ever stargaze of. He had even made me sit in the armchair with my legs spread widely open fingering myself to an orgasm while he wanked himself off. Shooting his come into my face or over my boob. My voice communication had deteriorated to daddy's level as well. But as I waved goodbye to him, his cum dribbling down my legs, any authority I had gained went with him. Now I was alone. The house was vacate, quiet. All that sexual stress had gone. I felt some backup but most of all I just felt alone.

The juices running down my leg brought me back to life-time. I went for a shower and put on a button down dress. This was the one exception daddy had made from my old wardrobe as long as I only did three buttons up. I chose the three clitoris and he made me cut the rest off. Now the dresses were low enough to show off my bosom and split enough up the front to almost demonstrate off everything else, but for working around the house they were better than my new clothes and a fair compromise daddy had said.

The residuum 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 sleep upstairs with me. I decided that he had been neglected since daddy came so would aim him for a walk in the morning.

When I woke in the break of the day I decided to wash away as much of the finish few years as possible by washing the bedding. While the washing machine did its employment I went round the business firm cleaning up and then, as the weather was nice took the bedding out the side of meat door to hang it on the line to dry.

As I opened the doorway Mr Robertson was standing at his position door puffing on a fag as usual. With his veracious hand in his pocket. I had seen him several clip before but only now did I recognise what his right paw was doing. He smiled. I froze. He was playing with himself. I could plainly see his hand running along his erection and the longer I stood the bigger that hard-on became. It was only seconds but I had to puddle a conjunctive effort to make my legs move. I walked to the wearing apparel line knowing he was watching me. I couldn't get rid of the mental picture of him wanking as he watched. I rushed back indoors trying my difficult not to look at his hand and weakness miserably. I rushed back to the household forcing myself not to look at him. I closed the door and put my spinal column to it as I steadied my breathing. Thankfully the meth was frosted so he couldn't see how he had affected me. Why it had such a powerful impression I don't know but I could sense my twat getting wet. He was in all ways a repulsive man. Unkempt unshaved and always in drawers and filthy t shirt. The way he leered at me made me thrill all over.

Try as I may I couldn't rid myself of my throbbing pussy. In the end I flopped down on the settee, closed my eyes, and allowed my fingers to run down my body, undoing the frock as they travelled to that throbbing trigon between my legs. I pictured pappa acting with me, fingering me and then kissing my nipples, my bellybutton, and on down to my clit. I spread my wooden leg wider to give him better memory access. I moaned with pleasure as his natural language did its work. Delving deeper into my pussy than ever before. I could palpate my orgasm rising rapidly, and then reality hit me.

My middle flew open to find Rosco with his knife avidly licking at the succus flowing from my throbbing hollow. I have to acknowledge I hesitated. So stopping point to orgasm I wanted to live up to the rising pauperization. But no. Not like this. This was just too depraved. I spun round and dropped to my knees putting my backbone to Rosco."No Rosco."I said.

Next here and now I felt a thump on my back as Rosco's front manus pushed me forward. His back wooden leg now between my legs I could feel him pushing forward. Then I felt a prod at my kitty-cat and realised what he was trying to do. I tried to get up but he was too strong. He snarled his disfavour at my motion and the next thing I knew his set up putz was inside my pulsate hole."Oh God."I moaned,"Rosco. No"I said and again tried to remain firm up.

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

Then I felt something bragging than his erection pushing at my bitch maw. I could experience the vast size of it and was terrified it would tear me apart. Suddenly with a seeming plop, whatever it was pushed past my swollen pussy lips and was inside me, and still Rosco got larger and bigger. That knot was now crushing my clitoris driving me finally over the sharpness into a huge orgasm. He pumped faster and faster and my mother wit went further and further away until I was completely lost in a sequence of rapid fire orgasmic spasms.

Finally Rosco fired his germ into me, it poured from his swell balls like piddle from a tap I could feel it hitting my interior bang bang clap cashbox finally he slowed down and came to a blockage, his hail running freely from my pussy and down my legs. His peter was still inside me and each fourth dimension he tried to pull out of my sopping kettle of fish he sent me off on yet another coming. Finally he flopped out of me and strolled off to his corner. I fell to the level, exhausted and sated like never before. I was so ashamed I cried for years curled up in a ball on the settle. My last thought before I fell into a restless sleep was"Oh daddy. What have you done to me ?"

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

"How's my little girl ?"

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

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

I couldn't have lied to him even if I had wanted to. Thankfully I didn't need to."Just a dress."I was still half asleep and the smell of liquidness running down my legs was sharp as was the stickiness I felt from my waist to my toes.

"Good girl. Now when is mike due menage ?"

"Err about three weeks time."I said a little confused."Why ?"

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

"Ok daddy I will let you know."

"Ok well I will call off you before then so lease maintenance baby girl."

Once again I felt the pot sticking to my legs and dress so decided to have a bath, and maybe try and class my head out.

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

I should have said no to my father fucking me. But without any hesitation I knew that I just didn't want to say no. Although I may have been apprehensive, shocked even. I had to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed what had happened. Maybe mum knew what may happen and that is why she was so strict. That then of line brought my mind to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even potential for a dog to puzzle out and do it a human being. But thinking of how that long glossa had made me experience was a turn on in itself. I was getting wet at the thinking of it.

But Rosco fucking me was a different affair completely. Or was it. While my capitulum said it was foul and wrong. I couldn't deny the knock-down coming he had given me. And I also had to admit that in realism Rosco using me as his cunt was not very much different to my begetter using me as his whore. Just more and More confusing.

I spent the rest of day just pottering around. Everything just going through my thinker all the time didn't helper at all. As I went to bed Rosco tried to follow. I told him to rest but then I hesitated. A image shot through my psyche of Rosco licking my cunt while I slept."No."I said, and closed him downstairs. It wasn't public treasury 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 so just lay on the bed and fell into a restless troublesome sleep.

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

I dived out of bed and grabbed my white dress from the press and ran downstairs looking for the clit. As I ran outside several things became obvious.

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

2 ) I was not wearing my T. H. White dress. I was in fact in a clear chiffon top. As long as a shirt but not long enough to blot out anything. It only had one button at the navel.

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

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

Even though my head screamed run. I couldn't. I got angrier and angrier at myself and at him for doing this to me. Then another go of thunder woke me out of my fog and the heavens opened up. A deluge of pelting fell down on me. I took a tone towards the lavation 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 efflorescence decision. This clock time was no in force. It was his fault my washables was soaked. It was his defect I was soaked. I stood in front man of him, no more than four feet away as he stroked that fat cock of his, and it was fat, not overly long but really fat. I opened my ramification slightly and put my hand on my hip joint, which of form caused the hem of the top to spread and put my pussy on full phase of the moon display. I undid the button and opened up the top wide.

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

He smiled. Not the least bit perturbed. Stupidly I smiled back, let the top go and as sexily as I could I slowly strolled back into the washing room."I'll display him."I thought to myself. The whirl dryer was directly opposite the door which was still spread out. I spread my legs wide and bent over to unfold the drier door. My slit was getting wet at the persuasion of making him suffer.

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

I was trembling. I wanted to scream"Get off me. You repugnant little man"but it just wouldn't come out. Then I felt it, his huge fat cock brushing my wet throbbing fix. He waited. I said naught, in fact I wanted to push back onto him but I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. He rammed that hard fat turncock into me as far as it would go and I screamed. Not in pain but in hazardous inst climax. He didn't care he just rammed and rammed and rammed into me, savage and hard.

His hands came round now and he grabbed both my pap and pinched them as hard as he could and the electrical stupor joined with all those other feelings pouring out of my screaming pussy. My legs turned to jelly, ineffective to support myself. Every metre he rammed into me he lifted me off the storey and then I came down and then back up again. My slit was spread as wide as it had ever been and I was completely lost, like a rag doll unable to see to it my body in any way.

He made no sound. Not even when he finally shot his spunk into me. Spurt after spurt of it till it ran down my pegleg. Then, as viciously as he had rammed it in he pulled it out. Still in a remorseless orgasm I slid down the tumble dryer to the floor, facing him. That fat cock still throbbing in social movement of my face. He brushed it against my lips and I willingly opened my mouth to take him in. He wasn't gentle as he fucked my nerve. Banging my head back against the dryer, dazing me. I managed eventually to prevent my head 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 ejaculate it seemed never ending. With his cock trench in my throat it was insufferable to swallow it all and I choked. The cum had no former way out but through my nose. When he finally stepped back I had spunk running from my kitty mouth and nose, running down my chin and over my breasts.

As he backed out of the door I tried to stand up. The chiffon top fell to the story and I staggered naked to the kitchen and through to the lounge where I once again collapsed on the story. Before I could get up Rosco was on me and his hammer was in me. As rearing as Mr Robertson, Rosco was showing me who was knob in this house. Getting his own back on me for last night. Igniting my coming once again, I couldn't have stopped him even I wanted to, I was so watery. I just lay my header on the story and let him have his way. And gave myself up to him and that oh so powerful orgasm. This clip there was no trouble getting his knot in and I smiled with superbia as I once again took every ounce of my dog's ejaculate into my beef kitty-cat yap. The last matter I remember was thinking,"It seems I can't resist prick. Any cock."I smiled and everything went black.

More Abby soon