Becoming pappa 's goodness Girl
Chapter Five : Good girl Flogged
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

I trembled as I rode beside dad in his truck. I squirmed, wearing only my terry cloth bathrobe, the pink cloth caressing my naked body beneath. I bit my lip, my abdomen nervous. Today was the big day. Today I would essay to dada I was his good girl.

His submissive sex slave.

A workweek ago, he showed me a gold-chain garroter with a unicorn appeal dangling on it. We were at the mall with my BFF Sun. The two of us had remote control sex toys inside of us, a vibrator in my pussy and a target ballyhoo in hers. Daddy promised me if I proved myself, he would give it to me. piss me his sex slave.

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

I did n't want to think about that. Two calendar week were up of the three week slip. It was Saturday, and Mom, along with my bratty sister Alice, would return succeeding Sunday. I had worked so hard this workweek, obeying papa in every way, servicing him with my marriageable body. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my holes were his.

dada knew every in of my eighteen-year-old body.

And today, at the dungeon, I would usher not only pappa that I was his right young lady, but other skipper 's with their sex slaves. It was so kinky and boldface. Daddy was showing me off, confident I would n't blockade him. And the prize ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was nervous. And excited. It was a unknown whizz, one minute waves of passion rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the residue of my eubstance. I would turn so aware of my teat rubbing against the terrycloth cloth 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 breadbasket would bubble. I would shudder, panic welling inside of me. My heart and soul fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to submit ? What if I embarrassed my pa ? What if someone called the police ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so much with him. Last Saturday, I rode my daddy 's cock on a bench in the centre 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,"dad said, giving me a smile.

He was so handsome. Today he wore a bare t-shirt stretched over his muscular pectus and a pair of jean. His dick bulged the nominal head. He had a deadening office job but you would never get laid it outside of work. He had tattoos covering his consistence like a grievous biker and unassailable eyes.

the great unwashed saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my life. She was his sex slave, but he must induce grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my barely legal cunt tighter. She had twins, my bratty babe 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 pappa all to myself when I proved I was his sex slave.

The excitement returned. I bounced on the seat, my farsighted plait swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the qualifying cars and pedestrians. None of them make love my daddy was my superior and buff. None had any idea he had taken my cherry in a dressing elbow room at the mall. That I woke him up every morning with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a goodness girl.

If they noticed us, they would just guess a father with his girl. How innocent. How cunning.

A smile crossed my lips and my snatch burned hotter. I crossed my thighs beneath my gown, the itch 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 yield 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 work. If I wanted to buy a new tube of lipstick or see a movie, I had to ask. Of course, he said yes usually. papa like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his petty princess.

He just got to bonk me. It was the way the domain worked. All dada 's should be capable to fuck their daughters.

Daddy turned off the main street and soon we were in a residential arena. I craned my cervix. I had never been to this part of town. The star sign grew expensive, large, imposing, with huge swath of pasture and bushes tended to by nurseryman. At the end of the street, a heavy, black logic gate rose surrounded by high, white-haired endocarp walls. Ivy curled along the top, the jet splashing colouring material across the gray.

We were here.

There was a diminished song box. To use it, pappa had to open his motortruck room access and bend low to use—it was sized for railway car. He punched in a few issue and the Syrian pound sign. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right, rinding candid and revealing a gravid 1000. A vi 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 boastfully house. The possessor must be rich. According to Daddy, he had a huge, buck private dungeon where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. pappa reached the end and parked behind a green saloon. He put the motortruck into gear and then climbed out.

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

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

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

I wanted to trail my human foot as we approached the room access. Today, multitude other than Daddy and Sun would see me naked. They would partake me, spank me, and even have a go at it me. Today was my coming out party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would come about. I would be his good young lady. I wanted nothing more than that in the stallion world. I stepped onto the porch, my reversal smacking the so of my shoes, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

pop gave my hand a squeeze.

The slap of bare ft approached. The door opened and a woman knelt, naked, in her earlier thirties, her body tincture and fit. A bootleg corset wrapped about her stomach and lifted a pair of mature boob into two riotous mounds. ash gray pack pierced her fat mammilla. Her black fuzz, long and flowing, bed cover across the floor. On her lower back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, master key Mark,"the woman purred."You and your slave are welcomed into my Master 's house. Do you ask anything ? Refreshments ?"

"We 're OK, Lizzie,"Daddy said, hardly sparing the submissive womanhood a glance as he led me past her.

I stared at her ass, my head swiveling to seem behind me, my eyes locked on her. I spotted her pussy, shaved, a atomic number 47 ring pierced her clit, a charm dangling from it. I swallowed. She was beautiful. She was what I wanted to be for Daddy.

papa paused at a threshold, and opened it, revealing a small half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my Bath robe while he swept in to change into his BDSM gear. I stood raw, my nipples hard.

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

I nodded my head.

"It 's melodic phrase, right ?"

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

Her smile grew."Oh, you 're going to be popular. Ripe and untested. And so fresh. No ink. No piercings. Your pop has n't marked you."

"Yet,"he said through the door.

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

"It 's okay to be a fiddling 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 Daddy clamped my tit and flogged my back. Pain and pleasure were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to give up as we waited. pappa finally emerged, wearing leather chaps and a vest, his cock thrusting hard before him, his trunk so brawny and substantial. Beneath the undershirt, division of his barbed wire tattoo was visible. flaming burned up his arms, forever frozen in ink.

He took a hold of my braiding and walked, using it as a leash as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My external respiration quickened as we reached the stairs. Loud, dark music thudded up it. Soft, blue and violet Light Within spilled out of the darkness. shadow moved. People were down there.

daddy marched down without any fear. I had to fall out. He had a firmly grip on my tress. The stairs were wooden, cold. I trembled worse. What was going to happen down there ? Could I handle being touched and fondled by strange men ?

But dada wanted me to be touched.

The stairs led into a large room. Lights on the ceiling flooded lenient blues, violets, common, and reds across the dungeon, each illuminating dissimilar type of toys. Mexican valium hung from one place, the next had a St. Andrews crisscross, then a spanking terrace, massage board, and others just had manacles hanging from the walls. Men and cleaning woman, dressed in several leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairs or move through the room. The womanhood all had collars or chokers about their necks, header lowered. Some of the sex slave were as Danton True Young as me, others older, mothers with their daughters.

I swallowed, my lip growing dry as I was led into the shopping mall. People looked at us. Men nodded to papa, calling out,"master key Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"passe-partout so-and-so."I was too aflutter to recall names.

One man, tall, broad-shouldered and skin ebony tree night used his slave, a lady friend my age, as his foot eternal rest, his leather iron heel propped on her back as she knelt before him. An older woman had a magic trick wand vibrator taped to her thigh and push against her purulent hum away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to remain kneeling and silence before her Master. Another woman knelt before her master, sucking on his cock. Not hard, like she was trying to make him cum, just enough to cave in him pleasure. A missy in a pink teddy, with pink cuffs about her wrists connected by a amber chain, perched on her superior 's lap. Another in effect girl for her daddy.

They all stared at me, the men 's center hungry, devouring my youthful body. Lizzie went to a man and knelt beside his chair. He rested his script over the top of her tomentum, like he would with a dog, and she smiled, enjoying the touch.

The man rose, his putz pierced by a gold ring in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his organic structure potent. He stopped before me. I could n't help staring at his dick. His script reached out, cupping my chin and lifting my gaze.

"Master stigma has brought his new girl to play,"the man said."melodic line wants to be a skillful miss for her papa. She wants to put to work hard. She is destitute to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her holes, only on her dead body. Her daddy wants her covered in touchwood. Dirtied."

He did ?

I trembled as the tool throbbed so hard before me. What would it be like to feel a pecker pierced with a band fucking me ? daddy wanted me to be used by these men, so it was okay for me to hunger after them. To enjoy what would happen today.

"Let 's all welcome line,"the man said, bending down, his backtalk nearing mine,"before the jade 's a dispatch mess."

My pussy clenched. I was a slut. Daddy 's slut. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his backtalk warm. A dribble of juices dripped down my thighs, my body shuddering. All these eyes on me, men and charwoman both.

And then the man broke the osculation and former men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their names, but they came at me from every management. Men seized my face, kissing me hard, thrusting their tongues into my mouth while groping my body. My teat were pinched hard by rough fingers. My ass groped. My kitty-cat rubbed, digit coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my nub beating faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

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

The final examination headmaster to kiss me was the Black man, his hard dick rubbing into my stomach. His Edward Douglas White Jr. striver female child, kneeling at his side, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her master devoured my mouth. I trembled, his ebony hands stroking me, arousing me. His prick was thick.

Then he released me. I swayed, breathing hard, my dead body flushed. So far, this was n't so bad. I could do by being kissed and touched by other men. It would give dada so happy. He came to me, seizing my pilus again, a pleased smile on his lips.

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

I trembled, facing away from the gang, but so cognizant of them watching.

I heard wet sucking as slave pleased their masters. A adult female let out a wet, wanton moan. human body slapped together. I trembled, my soundbox growing bedwetter and bed wetter as Daddy seized my former wrist and lifted my arm up. The cuff, really a leather manacle, was cinched about my wrist.

"You prepare, honey ?"dada whispered, pressing against me.

"Yes, daddy,"I moaned back.

pappa bent down and yank my right on ankle joint to the fundament restraint, cinching it tight. I felt undefended now, my trim pussycat on presentation. He moved the early one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

"Look at the strumpet dribble,"a man boomed."She 's eager to be flogged."

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

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

"Beautiful."

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

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

She had. And now I was her replacing. unseasoned, sexier, hotter. I wiggled my hips, drinking in their sensation while Daddy opened up his duffel bag to pull out his toys. He had more than a few scourger, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic canes, melt off and elastic. final a wooden boat paddle with holes drilled through its unspecific airfoil so it could swing faster and peck harder.

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

Daddy grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the poop thick. It made wonderful, thuddy smacking when it hit. He stood behind me and befuddle my gold braid over my shoulder, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could find the air brushing my eubstance, the destruction almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to experience the insect bite. I was so excited. All these sexy men and hot women watching me, lusting after me. I was the cutest female child here. Daddy had to be so majestic of me.

The first smacking of the flail struck my articulatio humeri, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as Daddy swung it in an X form. It hit my other articulatio humeri with to a greater extent of the tail, a thudding smack echoed. burning warmth radiated out of my back.

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

"papa,"I moaned, squirming.

"Look 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 somehow became delight. I swayed, sucking in breaths, my pussy growing Thomas More and more worked up. Juices trickled down my second joint as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins edifice, spreading exaltation through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed instruction, slapping upward now, striking the fundament of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my let down back. I gasped at the thudding shock. I lurched forward, pressing my round breasts into the frigid metal of the crisscross.

Thud. thud. Thud.

He picked up the passport, flogging my ass. The hurting swelled. And with my pegleg spread wide, sometimes a lash smacked my wet snatch. I gasped"Daddy"each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

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

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

"Listen to her sing,"a slave purred, thickset with luxuria and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my pussycat. My clit ached. Daddy was teasing me now on purpose, guiding the flail to light upon between my legs. I sucked in breathing space each time. My breasts bounced as I swayed. My braid pressed between them.

"dad, 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 mouth aching.

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

"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 head snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and undulated, the combustion hotness keeping the pleasure rippling through me.

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

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

"Not now,"her Daddy said.

"daddy,"she whined as my pleasure continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breathing time, my joy cresting through me. I pressed my tits against the cold metal of the cross, shuddering, my trunk so alive. I could n't stop the shiver. I gasped, a hand squeezing my ass.

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

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

A cock ring.

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

My flesh, still spasming from my orgasm, gripped his pecker. His mob was voiceless, caressing my pussy 's walls ahead of his shot. I trembled, my excited twat surged with new joy as a man I just met fifteen arcminute ago fucked me.

He buried into me, his balls smacking into my button, his groin pressing into my burning ass. He drew back and slammed in again. I gasped, my head lolling about as new pleasure surged through me. He reached around my consistency, finding my nipple, pinching and rolling them.

Daddy watched, arms folded, an acrylic paint cane in his hand, one of the thin and flexible I. He smiled as his friend fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my rosehip, working back into those intemperately thrusts.

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

"Thank you for using my immature cunt, Sir,"I moaned, my hip undulating, my kitty drinking in the pleasure.

His fingers pinched harder on my pap, fingernails biting into my sore flesh. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His pecker fucked so bass and laborious into me. The cock closed chain rubbed at my sensitive flesh, igniting my nerves, driving me towards another orgasm.

And pop watched.

I was his good girl. I pleased his ally. My pleasure swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every drive, enjoying my hot, mean, barely legal pussy. I groaned through clenched teeth, trembling.

"Fuck,"he grunted and ripped his shaft out of my cunt. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're ripe for, hussy. To give birth 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 net squirt landed on my modest vertebral column and ran into my shot. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my puss ache more. I was so conclusion to cumming.

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

But papa was quick to make for again. He smacked my ass with the acrylic rod. Unlike the flog, which made thudding impacts, this stringed. Badly. I gasped loudly, rising on my tip toes against the pain.

wisecrack !

The stinging pain guess through me. Tears beaded my eyes and a aloud shriek escaped my lips. papa smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burn welt and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelp ? So flaming hot."

"looking at at that ass dance."

The pain in the ass was intense. The flog 's thudding smacks had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my senses. My philia thudded. I squirmed, fearing the following fall of the rod and yet craving the cutting pleasure and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain could become joy and channel me higher and higher. My kitty-cat, still on the verge of cumming, clenched.

Smack !

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

"Good."

Crack !

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

crack !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the pain, squirming. I did n't crusade it. I did n't try to retain 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 lay off it at any moment.

But I did n't want it to break off. I wanted Daddy to hurt me. It made us both so well-chosen. My braiding slipped over my articulatio humeri and fell down my back again as he played my ass like a drum, smacking the acrylic fiber rod over and over into me.

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

And then the rod stopped and something thrusting into me. A cock. Someone fucked me voiceless, driving a longsighted dick trench into my kitty-cat. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each clip the annonymous Master buried his putz into me.

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

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating words sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embrace, my pussy spasming about his peter. The worldly concern spun about me. Stars danced before my eyes as I spasmed about his thrusting peter. I gasped and sang out my passionateness. So sound. So much delight and pain. All of it surging through me.

And the pecker kept fucking me. sentence had lost all meaning. There was only the sensations my helpless body drank in. He pushed me against the mark 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 lines that seemed to combust my flesh as I swayed. My shoulder joint ached. I pulled on the cuffs, wanting to separate unfreeze and collapse on the floor.

Swish ! crevice !

I screamed. The wooden board with all the jam smacked into my ass hard. I felt my butt-cheek suck into all the jam as it pulled away with a small pop. I swayed, the bother surging through me. My nous tossed.

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

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

He grinned at me and the paddle swished. Cracked.

I screamed.

The chains rattled over my head. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending burning undulation through me. The thudding impact was intense. Each one brought a momentaneous knifelike awareness to my body. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulders, all the wale on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swaths of form aching from its fall.

Swish ! Crack !

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

In the background knowledge, I heard other women moan and gasped, being fucked as their master 's watched me being spanked. I inspired such lecherousness in them. I tried to look, but the worldly concern spun. It was too much and—

Swish ! Crack !

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

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

But no Sir Thomas More fell.

"Daddy, I need it,"I whined.

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

"I do n't care, daddy. penalise me."

He kissed me hard over my shoulder joint. His arms reached up as our natural language met, loosening my manacle. I swayed into his chest as my arms fell limp, my shoulders aching, my brawn burning. papa broke the kiss, holding me unshakable as he bent down to untie the handcuff around my ankles.

I would take in fallen if he did n't hold me. He set me down onto a gym mat spread out before it. The world spun above me. The men gathered, their peter hard. Some jerked their own dick while others had their striver doing it.

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

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

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

"Lube me, hussy,"he growled.

His offspring slave fetched lube as the man rolled me over with his foot onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my heart racing, still drifting through sensations. The slave returned, her minuscule hands rubbing his thick cock with lube.

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

He thrust into my asshole.

"pa !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was vast. He stretched me out with his rooster 's girth. He was bigger than dad. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so intemperately. I clenched down on his dick. My gut burned and then his breakwater smacked into my bruised, beaten, welt ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his dick as I thrashed beneath him. It was wonderful. My brain bathed in the duel whiz of delight and hurting. I could n't tell where one ended and the early began. Maybe it was pleasure burning across my ass and excruciation churned by his prick thrusting oceanic abyss into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, fiddling strumpet,"he growled, his heavy lump smacking into my taint."Take it, you little whore. You love it. Say it. Say how a lot you love my big, black shaft in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, total darkness putz, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. celebrate reaming it. keep ramming into me. impound me. Fuck me. pass water me explode. Yes, yes, yes."

"Ooh, grade, what a hot slut you raised. So tight. So eager to please."

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

His words shuddered through me and another orgasm wracked my body. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his midst putz. The earth spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their dick or fucking their slaves.

pa groaned and grunted, pounding the slut 's mouthpiece, his balls smacking into her Kuki-Chin. I stared at her, tiny breasts topped by pinko tit, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eagre to please my daddy as very much as I was to please her Master.

I bucked into his thrusts, grunting at the flair of pain sensation."donjon 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 dad Bear 's jizz painting your ass."

That wonderful pecker kept reaming my ass while Daddy fucked the other slut 's mouth. He gripped her blonde hair in his hand as he slammed his turncock 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 heavy. So inviolable. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a fix to please his cock.

A strumpet for these men.

"screw bawd,"he groaned and then ripped his cock out of my ass.

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

Daddy knelt before me, his putz dripping with the loose woman 's saliva. He wrenched my head up by the braid and slammed his dick into my mouth. Hot cum boiled into my lip. I groaned, swallowing down every driblet while cum ran down the crack of my ass to my pussy.

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

Then he let go of me.

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

The man held me tight and shoved his peter down my throat. I swallowed it, my torso trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nuzzle as the strange man pounded my mouth, his Lucille Ball smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my pelvic girdle up with strong hands and lifted me until I knelt."Let me take you in, passkey,"a throaty woman purred. And then a new dick rubbed at my kitty."Fuck her hard, Master."

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

I came again.

It was so hot to be used. To be nothing but a screwing toy for these foreign men. I felt Daddy 's eyes on me the unit time, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his friends. My pussy spasmed about the dick in my cunt as the pleasure rippled through me.

hug drug crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my torso so tired, but there were men to scarf out. Cum splattered my sides, running down to my white meat. Hot streak of jizz cooled on my skin. It ran across my body, making me feel so colly. The cock in my oral cavity ripped out and spurted all across my typeface, painting me.

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

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

The cock in my cunt ripped out and came up my back. The hot squirt fell in personal credit line down me, mixing with the mess already staining my torso. I kept cumming, my pussy squirting juices, the air full of my tart musk.

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

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

Daddy fucked me once, spurting his incestuous seed deep into my cunt. It ran out of me in a hot flood as mortal else fucked my ass again. I lost path of my orgasms. My full body buzzed as I fell onto my face, trembling, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a spokesperson said, deep but entitle."Drink this."

I blinked, the humanity still spinning. papa knelt before me, pressing a credit card nursing bottle into my hand. A sportsman drink. I brought it to my mouth, gulping the blue sky, vaguely berry-flavored drink down. I was so thirsty. I tilted it back as I sat up. papa wrapped my bathrobe about my shoulders.

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

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

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

He stroked me through the bathrobe as I finished the sportsman drink then nibbled on the burnt umber bar. I trembled. handshaking wracked my physical structure as I came down from the senior high of subspace and all the orgasms I had experienced.

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

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

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

"come on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The drive to the dungeon had taken forever. My hullabaloo had me so heightened, so mindful of the world, meter moved so slow. The ride back was different. I nibbled on the chocolate and sipped from another vigor drink in a stupor. daddy talked to me, telling me how proud he was and how I was his unspoiled miss. I felt so quick and get laid and drowsy. The trip passed in a blur. I had finished my chocolate bar and drank about half of the second mutation drink, this one purple flavor, by the time we got home. Daddy pulled his truck into the driving force. It was growing dark.

"What time is it, pappa ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

"And all those dicks, dada. 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 house of cards ?"I asked.

"Of course, baby."

I beamed, eager for my bubble bathing tub. Daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to help me down. My legs were still a little wobbly. I was so dog-tired. My stomach gave a loud growling, but I needed a bathtub first.

papa hefted me in his implements of war. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front door. I could fall asleep in his munition. He had to set me down to unlock the doorway. 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 of drinks white meat and stomach, streaked with silver, 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 24-hour interval, proof that I was a undecomposed girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her conservative dress, looking like a fifty 's lady of the house save for her long hair in a dark twist. Her arms were folded beneath her large titty as she studied my naked, cum-stained body.

My belly sank. She was home early. And now she knew I was papa 's sex striver. That he seduced me and fucked my eighteen-year-old pussy. My low-pitched lip quivered. It was all over.

nil would ever be the same.

To be continued ...