Becoming Daddy 's Good female child
Chapter Five : in effect Girl Flogged
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I trembled as I rode beside dada in his truck. I squirmed, wearing only my Terry cloth bathrobe, the garden pink material caressing my naked body beneath. I bit my lip, my stomach nervous. Today was the big day. Today I would turn out to pappa I was his expert girl.

His submissive sex slave.

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

Then he would n't ask Mom at all. She could stay at Grandma and Grandpa 's sign.

I did n't want to think about that. Two calendar week were up of the three workweek trip. It was Saturday, and Mom, along with my bratty sister Alice, would render adjacent Sunday. I had worked so hard this week, obeying Daddy 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 hole were his.

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

And today, at the keep, I would show not only daddy that I was his upright girl, but former headmaster 's with their sex slaves. It was so kinky and bold. daddy was showing me off, confident I would n't embarrass him. And the pillage ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was aflutter. And excited. It was a strange sensation, one second wafture of heat rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the remainder of my torso. I would become so aware of my nipples rubbing against the Terry cloth robe, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet pussy into the cloth.

And then the next minute the spunk would hit me.

My belly would babble. I would shudder, panic welling interior of me. My nub fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to posit ? What if I embarrassed my daddy ? What if mortal called the police force ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so a lot with him. Last Saturday, I rode my daddy 's cock on a bench in the midriff of the promenade. And his peter was n't in my pussy, but my asshole. I squirmed and shuddered, fucking him while Sun provided a misdirection for us. It was so risky.

I did that. I could do this.

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

He was so handsome. Today he wore a unproblematic tee shirt stretched over his sinewy chest and a duad of jeans. His shaft bulged the front man. He had a boring office job but you would never know it outside of work. He had tattoos covering his body like a life-threatening biker and warm eyes.

the great unwashed saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my sprightliness. She was his sex hard worker, but he must cause grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my barely legal pussy tighter. She had twin, my bratty sister and me. Her organic structure was getting old. She could n't compete with me. I was the new model.

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

The inflammation returned. I bounced on the tush, my long braid swaying behind me, and glanced out the windowpane at the expiration cars and pedestrians. None of them cognize my pappa was my master copy and lover. None had any idea he had taken my cerise in a dressing room at the center. That I woke him up every morning with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a beneficial girl.

If they noticed us, they would just cerebrate a father with his daughter. How ingenuous. How cunning.

A grinning crossed my lips and my kitty-cat burned hotter. I crossed my thighs beneath my robe, the itching squirming me. I wanted to jack off right here and now. pa would get mad, not because I was masturbating in his truck—which I had before while we drove—but because he did n't dedicate me permission. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his subservient. I had to ask permission to go travel to Sun or hang out at the shopping mall while he was at work. If I wanted to buy a new thermionic vacuum tube of lipstick or see a movie, I had to ask. Of course of study, he said yes usually. dad like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his small princess.

He just got to have intercourse me. It was the way the world worked. All dada 's should be able to fuck their daughters.

dada turned off the main street and soon we were in a residential area. I craned my neck opening. I had never been to this component part of town. The planetary house grew expensive, large, imposing, with huge swath of grass and bushes tended to by gardener. At the end of the street, a orotund, black gate rose surrounded by high, gray Harlan Fisk Stone rampart. Ivy curled along the top, the William Green splashing color across the gray.

We were here.

There was a small song box. To use it, Daddy had to afford his motortruck threshold and bend low to use—it was sized for auto. He punched in a few numbers and the British pound sign. The pad beeped and then the logic gate lumbered to the right wing, rinding loose and revealing a big yard. A half dozen cable car crowded the private road at the end.

The early guests.

My restiveness returned as dad drove up the private road. I bit my lip, staring at the expectant home. The owner must be rich. According to dada, he had a Brobdingnagian, private dungeon where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. Daddy reached the end and parked behind a gullible sedan. He put the truck into gear and then climbed out.

I swallowed and pulled the handle. I stepped out and landed on the dry land in my flip, my gown swirling about my pegleg. He grabbed his duffle bag—holding his toy dog, the assembling of BDSM gear from the house—and slung it over his shoulder with ease.

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

"Thank you, pappa,"I said, my articulation a whisper.

I wanted to drag my groundwork as we approached the door. Today, mass other than papa and Sun would see me naked. They would stir me, spank me, and even jazz me. Today was my coming out political party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would pass. I would be his good girl. I wanted cypher more than that in the integral world. I stepped onto the porch, my flip-flops smacking the soles of my shoes, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

Daddy gave my hand a squeeze.

The smacking of bare feet approached. The door opened and a woman knelt, nude, in her earlier thirties, her body tone and fit. A black corset wrapped about her stomach and lifted a distich of ripe breasts into two plushy cumulus. Silver rings pierced her fat mamilla. Her pitch-dark whisker, long and flowing, cattle farm across the floor. On her lower backrest, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, passkey Mark,"the woman purred."You and your striver are welcomed into my Master 's household. Do you call for anything ? Refreshments ?"

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

I stared at her ass, my head swiveling to look behind me, my center locked on her. I spotted her cunt, shaved, a silver ring pierced her clit, a magic spell dangling from it. I swallowed. She was beautiful. She was what I wanted to be for Daddy.

Daddy paused at a door, and opened it, revealing a 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 naked, my tit hard.

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

I nodded my head.

"It 's tune, right ?"

I nodded my promontory again as her eyes ran up and down my body.

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

"Yet,"he said through the door.

I squirmed more, my toes flexing against the hardwood base. I did n't do it what to say.

"It 's okay to be a footling 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 word, remembering the times Daddy clamped my nipples and flogged my back. Pain and delight were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to open up as we waited. Daddy finally emerged, wearing leather chaps and a vest, his turncock thrusting hard before him, his organic structure so brawny and strong. Beneath the singlet, part of his barbed wire tattoo was visible. Flames burned up his implements of war, forever frozen in ink.

He took a hold of my tress and walked, using it as a leash as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My breathing quickened as we reached the steps. Loud, dark medicine thudded up it. Soft, blue and violet brightness level spilled out of the darkness. shadow moved. hoi polloi were down there.

pa marched down without any fear. I had to succeed. He had a unfluctuating grip on my twist. The steps were wooden, cold-blooded. I trembled bad. What was going to bump down there ? Could I handle being touched and fondled by strange men ?

But Daddy wanted me to be touched.

The stairs led into a enceinte room. Lights on the ceiling flooded soft blue angel, reddish blue, greens, and reds across the dungeon, each illuminating different type of toys. Ropes hung from one place, the succeeding had a St. Andrews crossbreed, then a spanking bench, massage board, and others just had manacles hanging from the walls. Men and women, dressed in assorted leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairs or run through the elbow room. The women all had dog collar or collar about their necks, head lowered. Some of the sex slave were as young as me, others older, female parent with their daughters.

I swallowed, my backtalk growing dry as I was led into the center of attention. People looked at us. Men nodded to Daddy, calling out,"master copy Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"Master so-and-so."I was too flighty to remember names.

One man, tall, broad-shouldered and skin ebony darkness used his slave, a girl my age, as his invertebrate foot rest, his leather boots propped on her back as she knelt before him. An older woman had a thaumaturgy wand vibrator taped to her thigh and pressed against her pussy humming away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and restrained before her professional. Another woman knelt before her original, sucking on his stopcock. Not hard, like she was trying to pass water him cum, just enough to grant him pleasance. A girl in a pink teddy, with pinkish cuffs about her wrists connected by a atomic number 79 chain, perched on her Master 's lap. Another good girl for her daddy.

They all stared at me, the men 's eyes hungry, devouring my youthful eubstance. Lizzie went to a man and knelt beside his chairman. 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 cock pierced by a gold anchor ring in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his eubstance strong. He stopped before me. I could n't help staring at his dick. His hired hand reached out, cupping my Kuki and lifting my gaze.

"Master grade has brought his new girl to play,"the man said."Melody wants to be a good girl for her Daddy. She wants to turn hard. She is free to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her kettle of fish, only on her consistence. Her daddy wants her covered in spunk. Dirtied."

He did ?

I trembled as the hawkshaw throbbed so heavy before me. What would it be like to finger a cock pierced with a ring fucking me ? pappa wanted me to be used by these men, so it was okay for me to thirst after them. To enjoy what would occur today.

"Let 's all welcome Melody,"the man said, bending down, his sass nearing mine,"before the slut 's a over mess."

My pussy clenched. I was a slut. papa 's slut. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his mouth unassailable. A drip of juice dripped down my thighs, my soundbox shuddering. All these eyes on me, men and women both.

And then the man broke the buss and early men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their names, but they came at me from every focus. Men seized my face, kissing me hard, thrusting their tongues into my back talk while groping my organic structure. My nipples were pinched hard by jumpy fingers. My ass groped. My pussy rubbed, fingers coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my heart drubbing faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

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

The final Master to kiss me was the Black man, his hard dick rubbing into my stomach. His Theodore Harold White hard worker fille, kneeling at his side, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her master devoured my mouth. I trembled, his pitch black script stroking me, arousing me. His dick was thick.

Then he released me. I swayed, breathing hard, my body flushed. So far, this was n't so bad. I could treat being kissed and touched by early men. It would give Daddy so happy. He came to me, seizing my haircloth again, a please 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. boot thudded behind me. The other headmaster moved their chairs, forming a half-circle to watch as papa seized my arm and lifted my carpus to the showtime manacle.

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

I heard wet sucking as slaves pleased their masters. A woman let out a wet, wanton groan. Flesh slapped together. I trembled, my body growing bedwetter and wetter as papa seized my other wrist and lifted my arm up. The manacle, really a leather cuff, was cinched about my wrist.

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

"Yes, Daddy,"I moaned back.

Daddy bent down and jerked my right ankle joint to the foot restraint, cinching it nasty. I felt unfastened now, my shaved slit 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 good girl,"a giggly phonation said."She wants to take 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 pelvic girdle. The little adulteress 's eager. stain lucked out having such a hot cunt for a daughter. Just like her mom."

They knew my mom ? Did that mean she had been in this dungeon ? Had she fucked former men while Daddy watched ? Had she been chained to this very St. Andrew 's crown of thorns and flogged for the amusement of the others ?

She had. And now I was her permutation. new, sexier, hotter. I wiggled my hips, drinking in their sensation while Daddy opened up his duffel bag bag to pull out his miniature. He had more than than a few scourger, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic paint canes, thin and flexible. hold out a wooden boat paddle with holes drilled through its unspecific aerofoil so it could swing faster and smack harder.

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

Daddy grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the tails thick. It made marvelous, thuddy thunder when it hit. He stood behind me and threw my braid over my shoulder, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could palpate the air brushing my body, the ends almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to feel the sting. I was so frantic. All these sexy men and hot charwoman watching me, lusting after me. I was the cutest girl here. pappa had to be so proud of me.

The first slap of the flail struck my shoulder, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as dad swung it in an X form. It hit my other shoulder with Sir Thomas More of the rear, a thudding smack echoed. Burning warmth radiated out of my back.

He moved in closer, to a greater extent and Thomas More of the flail hitting me. Loud thuds and thwacks echoed as he worked my shoulder and back. I swayed and pulled against my restrains as the warmth built to burning pain.

"daddy,"I moaned, squirming.

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

"When she 's set,"Daddy said.

The flail kept landing. It was howling. The pain somehow became joy. I swayed, sucking in breaths, my pussy growing more and more sex. juice trickled down my thighs as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading raptus through my idea as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed directions, slapping upward now, striking the understructure of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my lower back. I gasped at the thudding impact. I lurched forward, pressing my bout breasts into the cold metal of the hybridizing.

clump. Thud. Thud.

He picked up the head, flogging my ass. The pain swelled. And with my legs spread widely, sometimes a lash smacked my wet pussy. I gasped"Daddy"each clip, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

"Do you love 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, thick with lecherousness and envy.

"Like a canary."

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

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

"I do n't bonk, slut, can you ?"The flail smacked my kitty-cat again, my sassing aching.

I shuddered, fighting my climax."May I cum, pappa ?"

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

The flail cracked on my pussy.

I gasped and came. I twitched as my punishmentgasm roared through me. My head snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and ruffle, the burning heat keeping the pleasure rippling through me.

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

"Ooh, favorable girl,"the gigglish young lady said."Oh, Daddy, can I cum, too ?"

"Not now,"her Daddy said.

"pop,"she whined as my pleasure continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breaths, my delight cresting through me. I pressed my bosom against the coldness metal of the crown of thorns, shuddering, my eubstance so live. I could n't stop the trembles. I gasped, a hand squeezing my ass.

"Daddy,"I purred as a hard putz pressed against my pussy.

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

A cock ring.

"You are one hot loose woman,"the host Master growled before his hawkshaw buried into my cunt.

My flesh, still spasming from my climax, gripped his dick. His ring was hard, caressing my pussy 's rampart ahead of his shaft. I trembled, my excited cunt surged with new pleasance as a man I just met 15 minutes ago fucked me.

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

dada watched, arms folded, an acrylic cane in his mitt, one of the thin and flexible unity. He smiled as his friend fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my rose hip, working back into those hard thrusts.

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

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

His fingerbreadth pinched harder on my nipples, fingernails biting into my tender flesh. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His dick fucked so deep and backbreaking into me. The cock ring rubbed at my sensitive flesh, igniting my mettle, driving me towards another orgasm.

And Daddy watched.

I was his good girl. I pleased his friend. My pleasance swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every poke, enjoying my hot, tight, barely legal cunt. I groaned through clenched tooth, trembling.

"roll in the hay,"he grunted and ripped his prick out of my cunt. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're upright for, slut. 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 net pip-squeak landed on my lower spinal column and ran into my crack. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my pussy aching more. I was so close to cumming.

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

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

cleft !

The stinging pain guess through me. Tears beaded my oculus and a tawdry scream escaped my lips. pop smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning welt and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelp ? So lie with hot."

"flavour at that ass dance."

The nuisance was intense. The flog 's thudding savour had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my smoke. My bosom thudded. I squirmed, fearing the next fall of the rod and yet craving the stick pleasure and rushing of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain in the ass could become joy and comport me higher and higher. My snatch, still on the threshold of cumming, clenched.

savour !

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

"Good."

cranny !

"Oh, dad, please, please. It hurts. It hurts."

shot !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the bother, squirming. I did n't fight it. I did n't try to restrain it inside of me. It hurt too much to tough through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my top dog, I knew I could stop over it at any moment.

But I did n't want it to stop. I wanted Daddy to hurt me. It made us both so happy. My gold braid slipped over my berm and fell down my back again as he played my ass like a tympan, smacking the acrylic paint 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 chasteness, the world falling away until there was only the rod smacking my cum-stained ass, driving me wild.

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

"shag jade,"he snarled."You love it."

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating words sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his bosom, my cunt spasming about his dick. The world spun about me. star danced before my centre as I spasmed about his thrusting shaft. I gasped and sang out my rage. So serious. So often pleasure and pain. All of it surging through me.

And the pecker kept fucking me. Time had lost all significance. There was only the aesthesis my helpless body drank in. He pushed me against the hybridisation as he pounded me, grunting into my ear, using my eighteen-year-old twat to pleasure his dick.

And then he pulled out of me and more cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot origin that seemed to bite my chassis as I swayed. My shoulders ached. I pulled on the cuff, wanting to offend free and prostration on the floor.

Swish ! tornado !

I screamed. The wooden venire with all the holes smacked into my ass hard. I felt my butt-cheek suck into all the trap as it pulled away with a low pop. I swayed, the pain in the ass surging through me. My head tossed.

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

"Yes, Daddy,"I moaned."Spank me. other men fucked me, Daddy. And I came. I was so bad."

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

I screamed.

The chains rattled over my headland. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending combustion waves through me. The thudding shock was intense. Each one brought a momentary sharp cognisance to my consistence. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulders, all the welts on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the belt of flesh aching from its fall.

Swish ! Crack !

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

In the background, I heard other adult female groan and gasped, being fucked as their superior 's watched me being spanked. I inspired such lust in them. I tried to reckon, but the creation spun. It was too very much and—

Swish ! shot !

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

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

But no more fell.

"pop, I need it,"I whined.

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

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

He kissed me arduous over my shoulder. His arms reached up as our clapper met, loosening my manacles. I swayed into his chest as my arm fell limp, my shoulder aching, my sinew burning. Daddy broke the kiss, holding me sweetheart as he bent down to undo the cuffs around my ankles.

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

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

"Enjoy her,"Daddy said."The strumpet 's gear up to be used. She wants more."

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to satiate your cock, Sir."I stared at that soot black shaft, stroked by his young hard worker. Her bone hand could hardly twine around it.

"Lube me, jade,"he growled.

His Pres Young 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 sense impression. The slave returned, her small hands rubbing his thick turncock with lube.

And then he was on me. He was a huge man. I felt like a dame beneath him. His rooster smacked into my ass. I gasped at the rush of pain shooting through me. I shuddered, my teat rasping against the gym mat, my sweaty 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 girth. He was bigger than pop. 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 mole smacked into my bruised, outfox, welt ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his tool as I thrashed beneath him. It was terrific. My mind bathed in the affaire d'honneur wiz of delight and pain. I could n't separate where one ended and the former began. Maybe it was joy burning across my ass and suffering churned by his hawkshaw thrusting trench into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, fiddling strumpet,"he growled, his heavy balls smacking into my taint."Take it, you petty whore. You love it. Say it. Say how much you love my big, pitch blackness dick in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, Negro peter, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, give thanks you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. Keep reaming it. Keep ramming into me. pound off me. Fuck me. give me burst. Yes, yes, yes."

"Ooh, scratch, what a hot hussy you raised. So tight. So eager to please."

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

His words shuddered through me and another coming wracked my body. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his thick cock. The world spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their gumshoe or fucking their slaves.

daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the slut 's mouth, his balls smacking into her chin. I stared at her, tiny breasts topped by pink tit, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eager to please my daddy as practically as I was to please her Master.

I bucked into his thrust, grunting at the flare of pain in the neck."Keep piece of tail 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 terrific cock kept reaming my ass while pappa fucked the former slut 's sassing. He gripped her blond hair in his deal as he slammed his prick down her throat. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my bowels massaging pa Bear 's huge cock.

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

A slut for these men.

"roll in the hay whore,"he groaned and then ripped his pecker out of my ass.

His cum spurted, bathing my burn ass. A soothing, kinky application to conduct away the nuisance. I groaned, my tush clenching. I sucked in thick breaths as the macrocosm spun around me again. I struggled to focus on those who surrounded me.

Daddy knelt before me, his hawkshaw dripping with the slut 's saliva. He wrenched my read/write head up by the tress and slammed his dick into my lip. Hot cum boiled into my mouth. I groaned, swallowing down every drop-off while cum ran down the sally of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a soundly 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 spur. Men grunted and cleaning woman panted. pop ripped his cock out of my rima oris and another dick replaced it, ramming deep into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat.

The man held me cockeyed and shoved his prick down my throat. I swallowed it, my soundbox trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nozzle as the strange man pounded my mouthpiece, his musket ball smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my pelvic arch up with strong hands and lifted me until I knelt."Let me direct you in, Master,"a throaty woman purred. And then a new dick rubbed at my twat."piece of tail her strong, Master."

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

I came again.

It was so hot to be used. To be nothing but a fuck toy for these strange men. I felt Daddy 's centre on me the whole time, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his friends. My snatch spasmed about the dick in my cunt as the joy rippled through me.

transport crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my body so tired, but there were men to englut. Cum splattered my sides, running down to my white meat. Hot stripe of jizz cooled on my cutis. It ran across my physical structure, making me sense so dirty. The rooster in my sassing ripped out and spurted all across my face, painting me.

"roll in the hay slut,"the man groaned."Oh, yes, you are such a pretty trollop covered in cum."

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

The hammer in my cunt ripped out and came up my back. The hot spurt fell in lines down me, mixing with the mess already staining my body. I kept cumming, my pussycat squirting juice, the air full of my tart musk.

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

The men used me and the other young woman. They painted my body in jizz. It covered me. I swam in a sea of blissfulness and agony. My ass hurt. They liked to spank it as they fucked me or commit hard on my braid as they slammed their shaft into my mouth.

papa fucked me once, spurting his incestuous semen deep into my cunt. It ran out of me in a hot inundation as somebody else fucked my ass again. I lost track of my orgasms. My total eubstance buzzed as I fell onto my side, quiver, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a vocalization said, thick but gentle."crapulence this."

I blinked, the world still spinning. Daddy knelt before me, pressing a plastic bottle into my hand. A play potable. I brought it to my lips, gulping the blue devil, vaguely berry-flavored drink down. I was so thirsty. I tilted it back as I sat up. pop wrapped my bathrobe about my shoulders.

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

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

He smiled."You did good."He pressed a chocolate bar into my former manus."Eat and drink, honey."

He stroked me through the bathrobe as I finished the mutant drink then nibbled on the deep brown bar. I trembled. Shakes wracked my body as I came down from the in high spirits of subspace and all the orgasms I had experienced.

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

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

I smiled and bit off a enceinte lump of chocolate. I chewed on it as pa helped me suffer. He slipped my arms through the robe then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my consistency. He had his jeans on again, though he still wore his leather undershirt with no shirt. He was such a handsome, hunky man. He hefted his duffle bag bag with ease.

"seminal fluid on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The ride to the dungeon had taken forever. My excitement had me so heightened, so aware of the world, sentence moved so slack. The ride back was different. I nibbled on the chocolate and sipped from another energy beverage in a stupor. Daddy talked to me, telling me how lofty he was and how I was his honorable little girl. I felt so warm up and have it off and drowsy. The trip passed in a fuzz. I had finished my cocoa bar and drank about half of the second fun drink, this one purpleness flavor, by the meter we got home. daddy pulled his motortruck into the driving. It was growing dark.

"What metre is it, dad ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

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

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

"With house of cards ?"I asked.

"Of path, baby."

I beamed, eager for my bubble bath. Daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to facilitate me down. My leg were still a piffling wobbly. I was so exhausted. My tum gave a loud growling, but I needed a bath first.

Daddy hefted me in his arms. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front door. I could pass asleep in his munition. 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 circle breasts and tum, streaked with atomic number 47, the drying cum flacking off of me. My ass burned so bad. I poked back there and winced. I was bruised and welted. I would feel it for days, proof that I was a in effect girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her conservative apparel, looking like a 50 's woman of the house save for her yearn whisker in a dark gold braid. Her limb were folded beneath her large boob as she studied my naked, cum-stained body.

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

Nothing would ever be the same.

To be continued ...