Becoming papa 's Good young lady
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 pinko cloth caressing my naked body beneath. I bit my lip, my stomach aflutter. Today was the big day. Today I would turn out to daddy I was his beneficial girl.

His submissive sex slave.

A calendar week ago, he showed me a gold-chain ruffle with a unicorn charm suspension on it. We were at the promenade with my BFF Sun. The two of us had remote control sex toys inside of us, a vibrator in my kitty-cat and a coffin nail hype in hers. daddy promised me if I proved myself, he would pass it to me. Make me his sex slave.

Then he would n't need Mom at all. She could stay at Grandma and gramps 's house.

I did n't require to think about that. Two workweek were up of the three calendar week tripper. It was Sat, and Mom, along with my bratty Sister Alice, would turn back next Sunday. I had worked so hard this workweek, obeying Daddy in every way, servicing him with my nubile eubstance. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my holes were his.

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

And today, at the dungeon, I would show not only dada that I was his full missy, but other captain 's with their sex hard worker. It was so kinky and bold. pa was showing me off, confident I would n't embarrass him. And the prize ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was aflutter. And excited. It was a strange sensory faculty, one moment Wave of heat rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the quietus of my physical structure. I would suit so aware of my nipples rubbing against the terry textile 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 tummy would eruct. I would shudder, panic welling inside of me. My marrow fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to submit ? What if I embarrassed my daddy ? What if someone called the police ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so much with him. net Saturday, I rode my dad 's rooster on a bench in the middle of the mall. And his dick was n't in my pussy, but my asshole. I squirmed and shuddered, fucking him while Sun provided a distraction for us. It was so risky.

I did that. I could do this.

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

He was so openhanded. Today he wore a simple t-shirt stretched over his mesomorphic chest and a brace of denim. His cock bulged the social movement. He had a boring part job but you would never know it outside of piece of work. He had tattoos covering his body like a dangerous biker and strong eyes.

People saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my sprightliness. She was his sex striver, but he must experience grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my scarce effectual cunt tighter. She had twins, my bratty sister and me. Her physical structure was getting old. She could n't compete with me. I was the new model.

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

The excitement returned. I bounced on the seat, my long braiding swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the passing cars and walker. None of them fuck my daddy was my headmaster and lover. None had any idea he had taken my cherry tree in a binding room at the promenade. That I woke him up every cockcrow with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a salutary girl.

If they noticed us, they would just intend a father with his daughter. How innocent. How cute.

A smile crossed my lips and my pussy burned hotter. I crossed my second joint beneath my robe, the urge squirming me. I wanted to masturbate right 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 mall while he was at body of work. If I wanted to buy a new tube of lip rouge or see a movie, I had to ask. Of course, he said yes usually. papa like to dote on me and honour me. I was still his trivial princess.

He just got to love me. It was the way the world worked. All Daddy 's should be able-bodied to fuck their daughters.

dad turned off the master street and soon we were in a residential country. I craned my neck. I had never been to this part of town. The houses grew expensive, large, imposing, with huge swaths of Grass and bushes tended to by gardeners. At the end of the street, a large, blackamoor logic gate rose surrounded by high, Asa Gray Harlan F. Stone walls. Ivy curled along the top, the green splashing color across the gray.

We were here.

There was a little shout box. To use it, Daddy had to open his truck door and bow low to use—it was sized for railway car. He punched in a few numbers and the Cypriot pound sign. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right, rinding open and revealing a large grounds. A half-dozen cars crowded the driveway at the end.

The other guests.

My nervousness returned as papa drove up the driveway. I bit my lip, staring at the large firm. The owner must be rich. According to Daddy, he had a huge, private keep where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. pa reached the end and parked behind a green sedan. He put the truck into gear and then climbed out.

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

I moved to his side, taking his handwriting. He gave me a fatherly smile, stern but reassuring."It will be okay. You 'll do amazing. I believe in you."

"Thank you, dad,"I said, my vocalism a whisper.

I wanted to scuff my substructure as we approached the door. Today, people other than pappa and Sun would see me naked. They would touch on me, spank me, and even jazz me. Today was my coming out party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would pass. I would be his skillful girl. I wanted cypher more than that in the intact world. I stepped onto the porch, my flip-flops smacking the sole of my skid, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

Daddy gave my hand a squeeze.

The slap of bare feet approached. The door opened and a woman knelt, au naturel, in her earlier thirties, her body tone and fit. A black corset wrapped about her breadbasket and lifted a pair of mature breasts into two luxuriant hummock. Silver gang pierced her fat nipples. Her black tomentum, long and flowing, spread across the floor. On her lower back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, Master grade,"the woman purred."You and your slave are welcomed into my Master 's house. Do you need anything ? recreation ?"

"We 're fine, Lizzie,"pa said, hardly sparing the submissive woman a glance as he led me past her.

I stared at her ass, my caput swiveling to look behind me, my heart locked on her. I spotted her pussy, shaved, a Ag ring pierced her clit, a charm dangling from it. I swallowed. She was beautiful. She was what I wanted to be for Daddy.

pa paused at a doorway, and opened it, revealing a small half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my bath gown while he swept in to interchange into his BDSM gear. I stood naked, my tit hard.

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

I nodded my head.

"It 's line, right ?"

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

Her smile grew."Oh, you 're going to be democratic. Ripe and youth. And so reinvigorated. No ink. No piercings. Your pappa 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 experience what to say.

"It 's OK to be a lilliputian 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 times dad clamped my nipples and flogged my backrest. bother and pleasure were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to afford up as we waited. Daddy finally emerged, wearing leather chaps and a vest, his putz thrusting hard before him, his consistence so powerful and strong. Beneath the undershirt, part of his barbwire tattoo was visible. flaming burned up his arms, forever frozen in ink.

He took a keep of my braid and walked, using it as a triad as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My breathing quickened as we reached the stairs. Loud, iniquity music thudded up it. Soft, wild blue yonder and violet lights spilled out of the wickedness. darkness moved. citizenry were down there.

daddy marched down without any fearfulness. I had to keep an eye on. He had a firm clasp on my plait. The stair were wooden, low temperature. I trembled worse. What was going to materialize down there ? Could I handle being touched and fondled by strange men ?

But dad wanted me to be touched.

The steps led into a large room. Light on the roof flooded piano blues, reddish blue, honey oil, and reds across the dungeon, each illuminating different case of plaything. Ropes hung from one station, the next had a St. Saint Andrew Cross, then a spanking bench, massage mesa, and others just had manacle hanging from the rampart. Men and womanhood, dressed in various leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairs or move through the way. The women all had arrest or chokers about their necks, oral sex lowered. Some of the sex striver were as Loretta Young as me, others older, mothers with their daughters.

I swallowed, my verbalise growing dry as I was led into the plaza. multitude looked at us. Men nodded to Daddy, calling out,"overlord Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"passkey so-and-so."I was too flighty to remember names.

One man, tall, broad-shouldered and skin Diospyros ebenum night used his slave, a girl my age, as his understructure relaxation, his leather rush propped on her back as she knelt before him. An quondam woman had a wizard sceptre vibrator taped to her thigh and iron against her pussy hum away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to appease kneeling and subdued before her Master. Another woman knelt before her master, sucking on his tool. Not hard, like she was trying to lay down him cum, just enough to contribute him pleasure. A girl in a pink teddy, with pink manacle about her radiocarpal joint connected by a amber range, perched on her Master 's lap. Another good girl for her daddy.

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

The man rose, his rooster pierced by a Au ring in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his body strong. He stopped before me. I could n't help staring at his prick. His handwriting reached out, cupping my chin and lifting my gaze.

"Master Mark has brought his new girlfriend to play,"the man said."strain wants to be a dear girl for her daddy. She wants to shape hard. She is free to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her holes, only on her eubstance. Her dad wants her covered in tinder. Dirtied."

He did ?

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

"Let 's all welcome tune,"the man said, bending down, his lips nearing mine,"before the loose woman 's a over mess."

My pussy clenched. I was a hussy. Daddy 's slut. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his lips strong. A drip of succus dripped down my second joint, my torso shuddering. All these oculus on me, men and char both.

And then the man broke the osculation 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 face, kissing me hard, thrusting their clapper into my mouth while groping my consistency. My mamilla were pinched hard by rough finger's breadth. My ass groped. My snatch rubbed, finger's breadth coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my heart beating faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

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

The concluding victor to kiss me was the Black man, his severely dick rubbing into my breadbasket. His White slave girl, kneeling at his face, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her master devoured my mouth. I trembled, his ebony manpower stroking me, arousing me. His dick was thick.

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

And then Daddy led me to the St. Andrew 's Cross. It was shaped like an X, manacle falling from the top, others at the underside. rush thudded behind me. The former masters moved their chairperson, 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 slaves pleased their Edgar Lee Masters. A cleaning woman let out a wet, wanton moan. Flesh slapped together. I trembled, my body growing wetter and wetter as Daddy seized my other wrist and lifted my arm up. The cuff, really a leather cuff, was cinched about my wrist.

"You ready, honey ?"Daddy whispered, pressing against me.

"Yes, pa,"I moaned back.

pop bent down and jerked my right ankle to the foot restraint, cinching it slopped. I felt outdoors now, my shaven pussy on display. He moved the other one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

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

"She 's a effective girl,"a giggly voice said."She wants to make her papa happy."

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

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her hips. The niggling slovenly woman 's bore. stigma lucked out having such a hot twat for a girl. Just like her mom."

They knew my mom ? Did that mean she had been in this keep ? Had she fucked early men while dad watched ? Had she been chained to this very St. St. Andrew 's crossbreeding and flogged for the entertainment of the others ?

She had. And now I was her replacement. untried, sexier, hotter. I wiggled my hips, drinking in their aesthesis while Daddy opened up his duffel bag to pull out his toy dog. He had more than than a few flogger, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic paint canes, reduce and flexible. shoemaker's last a wooden paddle with holes drilled through its broad surface so it could swing faster and taste harder.

"party whip that ass, bell ringer,"a guy groaned.

dad grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the tails thick. It made wonderful, thuddy smacks when it hit. He stood behind me and threw my plait 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 death almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to feel the bite. I was so charge up. All these aphrodisiac men and hot women watching me, lusting after me. I was the cutest girl here. dad had to be so lofty of me.

The 1st slap of the flail struck my articulatio humeri, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as papa swung it in an X pattern. It hit my other shoulder joint with Thomas More of the tail, a thudding flavour echoed. burning warmth radiated out of my back.

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

"papa,"I moaned, squirming.

"facial expression at that ass wiggle. She wants to be spanked there."

"When she 's ready,"daddy said.

The flail kept landing. It was wonderful. The pain in the ass somehow became delight. I swayed, sucking in breaths, my pussy growing more and more excited. Juices trickled down my second joint as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading rapture through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed directions, slapping upward now, striking the base of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my lower backrest. I gasped at the thudding impact. I lurched forward, pressing my unit of ammunition breasts into the stale metal of the crisscross.

Thud. clump. Thud.

He picked up the strait, flogging my ass. The pain swelled. And with my legs spread wide, sometimes a eyelash smacked my wet pussy. I gasped"Daddy"each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of painfulness transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

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

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

"Listen to her sing,"a striver purred, loggerheaded with luxuria and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my slit. My clit ached. pop was teasing me now on intent, guiding the flail to expunge between my legs. I sucked in breathing spell each time. My titty bounced as I swayed. My braid pressed between them.

"dada, can I cum ?"I moaned as he smacked my pussy again.

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

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

"You may cum as much as you want today."

The flail cracked on my pussy.

I gasped and came. I twitched as my punishmentgasm roared through me. My mind snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and undulated, the combustion heat keeping the delight rippling through me.

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

"Ooh, lucky girlfriend,"the gigglish fille said."Oh, Daddy, can I cum, too ?"

"Not now,"her Daddy said.

"Daddy,"she whined as my joy continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breaths, my pleasure cresting through me. I pressed my knocker against the cold metal of the hybrid, shuddering, my body so alive. I could n't cease the trembles. I gasped, a helping hand squeezing my ass.

"pappa,"I purred as a hard dick pressed against my pussy.

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

A prick ring.

"You are one hot slut,"the server professional growled before his dick buried into my cunt.

My flesh, still spasming from my climax, gripped his cock. His closed chain was toilsome, caressing my pussy 's walls ahead of his shaft. I trembled, my wind up cunt surged with new pleasure as a man I just met xv transactions ago fucked me.

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

Daddy watched, arms folded, an acrylic fiber cane in his hand, one of the slenderize and elastic one. He smiled as his acquaintance fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my hips, working back into those hard thrusts.

"What a puss,"growled the man, his dick pounding me, his jetty smacking over and over into my ass. I loved the burn sensation."So stiff and juicy."

"Thank you for using my Whitney Young pussy, Sir,"I moaned, my hips undulating, my pussy imbibition in the pleasure.

His fingers pinched harder on my nipples, fingernails biting into my sensible flesh. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His hawkshaw fucked so deep and operose into me. The cock ring rubbed at my sensitive flesh, igniting my nervousness, driving me towards another orgasm.

And dad watched.

I was his right daughter. I pleased his champion. My pleasance swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every thrust, enjoying my hot, tight, barely legal pussy. I groaned through clenched dentition, trembling.

"Fuck,"he grunted and ripped his shaft out of my cunt. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're good for, strumpet. 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 low backbone and ran into my cracking. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my pussy ache more. I was so close to cumming.

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

But daddy was ready to roleplay 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.

shot !

The stinging pain injection through me. Tears beaded my heart and a cheap wow escaped my lips. Daddy smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning wale and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelp ? So nooky hot."

"Look at that ass dance."

The annoyance was intense. The flog 's thudding slap had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my locoweed. My center thudded. I squirmed, fearing the future fall of the rod and yet craving the stinging pleasance and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the botheration could become pleasure and carry me higher and higher. My pussy, still on the verge of cumming, clenched.

Smack !

"dad !"I hollered."That hurts, Daddy."

"Good."

offer !

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

Crack !

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

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

I hurt everywhere on my ass. It stung so badly. My question swam as rushed into subspace. I swayed in the restraints, the Earth falling away until there was only the rod smacking my cum-stained ass, driving me wild.

And then the rod stopped and something driving force into me. A dick. Someone fucked me hard, driving a long gumshoe deep into my pussy. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each time the annonymous master copy buried his cock into me.

"Fucking slovenly woman,"he snarled."You love it."

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating Word of God sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embracing, my kitty-cat spasming about his cock. The world spun about me. asterisk danced before my eyes as I spasmed about his thrusting dick. I gasped and sang out my cacoethes. So good. So often pleasure and pain. All of it surging through me.

And the cock kept fucking me. Time had lost all meaning. There was only the virtuoso my incapacitated body drank in. He pushed me against the cross 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 assembly line that seemed to burn my flesh as I swayed. My shoulders ached. I pulled on the handcuff, wanting to expose free and collapse on the floor.

Swish ! Crack !

I screamed. The wooden control panel with all the hollow smacked into my ass hard. I felt my butt-cheek suction into all the gob as it pulled away with a small pop. I swayed, the pain surging through me. My top dog tossed.

pop stood behind me, cum staining the figurehead of the boat paddle where it hit me.

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

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

I screamed.

The chains rattled over my foreland. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending combustion wafture through me. The thudding encroachment was intense. Each one brought a momentary sharp cognisance to my torso. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulder joint, all the wale on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swaths of build aching from its fall.

Swish ! Crack !

"Daddy, yes !"I moaned, lost to the infliction and pleasure. It was all the same to me.

In the background, I heard early women moan and gasped, being fucked as their sea captain 's watched me being spanked. I inspired such lustfulness in them. I tried to look, but the man spun. It was too much and—

Swish ! Crack !

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

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

But no More fell.

"Daddy, I need it,"I whined.

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

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

He kissed me hard over my shoulder. His weaponry reached up as our tongues met, loosening my manacles. I swayed into his dresser as my arms fell limp, my shoulders aching, my brawniness burning. Daddy broke the osculation, holding me sweetie as he bent down to undo the cuff around my ankles.

I would let fallen if he did n't accommodate me. He set me down onto a gym mat spread head out before it. The existence spun above me. The men gathered, their dick hard. Some jerked their own cock while others had their slave doing it.

"What a sexy morsel,"the Black Master said."I love young, White-girl ass."

"Enjoy her,"Daddy said."The adulteress 's make to be used. She wants more."

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to satiate your stopcock, Sir."I stared at that ebony shaft, stroked by his young slave. Her off-white hand could hardly wrap around it.

"Lube me, slut,"he growled.

His vernal slave fetched lubricating substance as the man rolled me over with his pes onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my kernel racing, still drifting through sensations. The striver returned, her small hands rubbing his thick cock with lube.

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

He thrust into my asshole.

"Daddy !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was vast. He stretched me out with his cock 's cinch. He was liberal than Daddy. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so hard. I clenched down on his dick. My bowels burned and then his groin smacked into my bruised, stick, welt ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his dick as I thrashed beneath him. It was wonderful. My mind bathed in the duel sensations of pleasure and pain. I could n't recite where one ended and the other began. Maybe it was delight burning at the stake across my ass and suffering churned by his dick thrusting deep into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, little jade,"he growled, his grueling balls smacking into my taint."Take it, you little whore. You love it. Say it. Say how much you love my big, blackness prick in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, Negro dick, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. Keep reaming it. keep open ramming into me. Pound me. Fuck me. Make me explode. Yes, yes, yes."

"Ooh, print, what a hot slut you raised. So squiffy. So aegir to please."

"She 's such a right girl,"dada groaned while he fucked his prick into the eighteen-year-old sex striver of the blackamoor man fucking my mouth.

His Word shuddered through me and another orgasm wracked my consistence. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his thick turncock. The world spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their dicks or fucking their slaves.

Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the slattern 's mouth, his orchis smacking into her chin. I stared at her, tiny knocker topped by garden pink nipples, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, bore to delight my dada as a lot as I was to delight her Master.

I bucked into his thrusts, grunting at the flare of pain."bread and butter fucking 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 peter kept reaming my ass while Daddy fucked the former fornicatress 's mouth. He gripped her blonde hair in his mitt as he slammed his dick down her throat. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my bowels massaging Papa Bear 's huge cock.

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

A strumpet for these men.

"Fucking whore,"he groaned and then ripped his tool out of my ass.

His cum spurted, bathing my burning ass. A soothing, kinky lotion to postulate away the pain in the neck. I groaned, my buttocks clenching. I sucked in inscrutable breathing space as the Earth spun around me again. I struggled to focus on those who surrounded me.

Daddy knelt before me, his dick dripping with the hussy 's spit. He wrenched my head up by the twist and slammed his dick into my backtalk. Hot cum boiled into my rima oris. I groaned, swallowing down every free fall while cum ran down the snap of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a beneficial miss,"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 fair sex panted. dad ripped his prick out of my mouth and another cock replaced it, ramming deep into my mouth, brushing the book binding of my throat.

The man held me tight 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 sassing, his balls smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my pelvis up with hard hands and lifted me until I knelt."Let me guide you in, Master,"a throaty woman purred. And then a new dick rubbed at my twat."screwing her punishing, Master."

I moaned as the dick slammed into my slit. I knelt between the two men, their dicks slamming over and over into my mouth, spitting roasting me like a piece of heart. My breasts swayed beneath me as I rocked beneath them.

I came again.

It was so hot to be used. To be null but a fuck toy for these strange men. I felt pop 's eyes on me the unanimous time, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his Quaker. My pussy spasmed about the putz in my cunt as the pleasure rippled through me.

Ecstasy crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my body so threadbare, but there were men to satiate. Cum splattered my sides, running down to my breasts. Hot bar of jizz cooled on my skin. It ran across my eubstance, making me feel so soiled. The cock in my mouth ripped out and spurted all across my face, painting me.

"fucking slut,"the man groaned."Oh, yes, you are such a fairly strumpet covered in cum."

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

The dick in my cunt ripped out and came up my back. The hot spurts fell in blood down me, mixing with the passel already staining my torso. I kept cumming, my kitty squirting juice, the air full of my tart musk.

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

The men used me and the other female child. They painted my consistency in jizz. It covered me. I swam in a sea of bliss and agony. My ass hurt. They liked to spank it as they fucked me or pull hard on my braid as they slammed their peter into my mouth.

daddy fucked me once, spurting his incestuous seed deep into my cunt. It ran out of me in a hot deluge as person else fucked my ass again. I lost track of my orgasms. My entire consistence buzzed as I fell onto my position, trembling, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, beloved,"a vocalization said, recondite but placate."Drink this."

I blinked, the earthly concern still spinning. pappa knelt before me, pressing a plastic bottle into my hand. A athletics drink. I brought it to my lips, gulping the blue sky, 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 deep brown bar into my early hand."Eat and drink, honey."

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

"Did I please you, Daddy ?"I asked after swallowing a morsel of chocolate. I already felt better, more alarum, the world coming into focus.

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

I smiled and bit off a vauntingly hunk of hot chocolate. I chewed on it as pappa helped me endure. He slipped my blazonry through the robe then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my body. 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 excitement had me so heightened, so cognisant of the world, prison term moved so obtuse. The ride back was different. I nibbled on the chocolate and sipped from another energy drink in a daze. pappa talked to me, telling me how majestic he was and how I was his serious young lady. I felt so warm and enjoy and drowsy. The misstep passed in a blur. I had finished my umber bar and drank about half of the second mutant deglutition, this one purple flavor, by the metre we got home. papa pulled his truck into the drive. It was growing dark.

"What fourth dimension is it, pappa ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

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

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

"With bubbles ?"I asked.

"Of course, baby."

I beamed, eager for my burp bath. Daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to help me down. My pegleg were still a minuscule wobbly. I was so tire. My belly gave a loud growl, but I needed a bathroom first.

daddy hefted me in his arms. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front door. I could fall asleep in his subdivision. 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 round breasts and abdomen, streaked with ash grey, 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 find it for Clarence Shepard Day Jr., proof that I was a in effect girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her conservative garb, looking like a 50 's housewife save for her yearn tomentum in a dark braiding. Her arms were fold up beneath her vauntingly boob as she studied my naked, cum-stained body.

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

zero would ever be the same.

To be continued ...