Abby ( 1 )

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

With a last look at the ferry I turned away from the sour grass and followed papa back to the car. I had just seen my hubby of six months get on a ferry to Anatole France where he would start his new job as a bio mechanic. Whatever that was.

Mike and I had known each other since betimes schoolhouse but it had only ever been a nonchalant thing. When momma died last year I just seemed to drop off it. I don't even know why really. My parents were very square-toed in their fosterage or maybe I should say my mother was. I can't say that I felt any agnatic or maternal feeling from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and daddy. When mummy died suddenly, it hit me quite hard. The gumption of freedom just overwhelmed me I suppose. I started going out to pubs and drinking, not too practically but enough to dim my judgement to one of the pupil who took vantage sufficiency to choose my virginity. He hung around long enough for me to realise that all he wanted was sex so I dumped him and remained chaste through out university

Anyway, along came mike. Soft, gentle, and as Victorian as my parents I suppose. Maybe that's why I felt condom with him. Anyway we got marry six month ago. Daddy bought us a firm as a wedding party present and then Mike was offered his new job in France. We had only been in the house for a few hebdomad and it had taken that long to get it decorated and cleaned up. Now I would be on my own for a month. That was why I had asked dada to stay for a few days. I hated being on my own more than I hated how minuscule daddy made me feel when he was around. I knew he loved me but he was just so dominating, so controlling but at least he would be company for a short while.

"Abby. Abby. Are you awake ?"

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

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

Still only half listening I agreed. He pulled into a pub just outside of Town and once inside ordered me a vodka and coke. The barkeep said we would be called once a mesa was free in the dinning room so we sat down a hold off to be called.

"I think that guy over there fantasy you."papa said suddenly.

I was shocked but impetus turned my gaze in the way daddy was looking. Sitting at the bar was a Brigham Young guy in his mid twenty. By his jean and leather jacket he was obviously a biker He smiled at me and I went bright red and turned away sharply.

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

"More fool you then"Daddy said sharply.

"Daddy…."

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

The matter of the young man was dropped but I couldn't avail thinking about what daddy had said and, if I'm honest, I did have the periodic look to see if he was still looking in my focus. But he must ingest left as I couldn't see him. dada and I talked casually about nothing in particular as we ate our food and then continued on our way home.

It was half yesteryear eleven when we got back. We had left a brightness level on so we could see our way in. Rosco our Alsatian jumped up at me happily as I walked in and after patting him for a while I said,"I am going for a quick cascade daddy then I will make some tea before I go to bed."

"Ok sweetie."Daddy said softly

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

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

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

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

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

"What in bed you mean ?"

I nodded my mind, too embarrassed to say anything."Would you care me to sit with you for a while ?"papa said smiling. I was sure he just wanted to break open out laughing.

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

"seminal fluid on silly. Up you go."pop said taking my cup off me.

I got into bed and a moment later daddy came in and sat on the bed next to me propping himself up with the pillow. I lay with my dorsum to him taking comfort in the sound of his external respiration. As I started to unbend my nous drifted to the guy in the pub. I wondered if daddy was right. Not that it mattered of grade because I was happily married. But what if…. ?

As I drifted off to sleep my head wandered off into the ‘ what if ?'What if he gently kissed me on the cervix, and then my articulatio humeri ? His deal roving over my bosom sending tingling all over my eubstance. His hot kiss continued down, lower and lower boulder clay he was gently kissing between my legs. My vagina hungry for more I spread my stage for him as his tongue flicked and found my bud, now throbbing. He knew what he was doing ; the pleasure that ran through my body was like an electric automobile shock every meter his natural language brushed my clit. I moaned my approval and as the daze got unattackable I started to arch my pelvic arch towards his clapper which was now going deeper and deeper into that hot space. All the while his deal were playing with my teat, now engorged and heavy to the touch. I put my bridge player on his brain and ran my fingers through his hair.

The feeling in my belly was like nothing I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to kiss my navel point, my nipples and then my mouth I responded. I could find his erection knock at the door of my throbbing wet vagina and then he was in. I took a discriminating breath as it all felt so real. As he slid his full length inside me I let out that breath and as he slowly slid that rod in and out of me I responded like never before. The flavor in my stomach was growing, getting secure and solid until I knew it was just going to bust right through my body. That awe-inspiring genius rose from the pit of my venter and as it reached my throat my eyes flew open.

In tote up confusion I stared straight at daddy who continued to hurl into me, smiling as he did so. The orgasm didn't stop one little bit and as it exploded from my body I screamed,"Daddyyyyyyyyy !"I threw my arms brush up his cervix and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for capital penetration. My back arched in that long desperate cry of shocking pleasance. As papa drive faster and harder so did I. pop let out a guttural hiss audio as he raised himself up and his eyes looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his seed, his dad cum spout into his footling fille. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't have stopped it, and I couldn't stop my coming from doubling in intensity at the flavor of that liquid shooting into me. Finally daddy stopped and lay still on top of me. My sexual climax drifted away and completely exhausted I must deliver drifted of to log Z's. thinking of the guy at the pub.

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

As I opened my center I wondered if it had all been a pipe dream. Realising that I was naked crusade that estimation right out of my head. I grabbed for the bed clothing to address my body.

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

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

"Why ?"I managed finally.

"Hmmm."pop said,"That's a hard one really. You were very restless as you dozed off. And to be honest as you uncovered yourself and your gown rose higher and gamey I suppose I just couldn't resist it. Especially once your work force went between your legs. That was it really I just replaced your hands with mine and waited for you to wake up. nonentity was more surprised than me when you did open your eyes and….Well you didn ‘ t exactly push me away did you ? In fact you took over and believe me I don't think you would have got let me blockade even if I wanted to."

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

Daddy stood up,"Get dressed. I think we need to talk."He said walking to the door,"You should know though that I have no regrets. None whatsoever. And given the opportunity will do it again."And he was gone.

I would like to say I was shocked. But I wasn't. As I showered and dressed I couldn't help but think of that overpowering orgasm. That feeling of total pleasure. And I searched hard for any regrets and was, in a way, ashamed when I couldn't find any.

I found daddy in the kitchen, a cup of steaming burnt umber in his hand. He poured me a cup and I sat silently opposite him at the breakfast bar.

"I knew when I woke this morning time that I would make no ruefulness. I thoroughly enjoyed you last night and, unless you say no, or tell me to stop, fully intend to do it again. Who buy ‘ s your wearing apparel ?"

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

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

I had learnt at a very early age when daddy said do something you did it without question. I grabbed my things and followed him out the door. We travelled for almost an hr in quiet and for the side by side two hour daddy took me from shop to store buying dress I would never aspiration of buying. Ignoring any protests from me. The live on shop I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a immature girlfriend who took my hand and led me into a cubicle in the book binding of the shop.

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

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

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

"You had so a great deal pilus down there it got into my teeth last night. I was still pulling it out this morning."He laughed

"You could cause warned me. Do you bear any theme how I felt when she told me to strip off. I've never heard of a bloody Brazilian."

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

I was calm by the time we got home. I put the shopping dish on the settee and put the coffee on. daddy sat down in the armchair."Come here."He said

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

"What ?"

He jumped out of the chair and grabbed me by the hair. Pulling my cheek close to his he said,"It is every cleaning woman's job to be uncommitted to her man. It is every girl's job to make her father felicitous and proud of her. When I tell you to do something you will do it immediately and without question. Is that understood ?"Terrified, I nodded. He released me."Now. film your clothes off."

With shaking bridge player I stripped. Naked I tried to report my body."keep your subdivision at your incline and deem your nous up."He said sternly. I did as instructed. Standing behind me he ran his bridge player down my back over my buttocks to my rose hip. Then over my tummy and up to my breast. Every in of my body was electrified, shocks travelling down to that spot between my legs. I shut my middle and did everything I could to agitate the smell of arousal. By the meter his hand reached that Triangle I was shaking, and to my total overplus I was very wet.

He moved one shot to the front and sat down. Running his hand over the smooth peel of my vagina. I stood shaking. When he ran his finger over the gormandise lips I let out a moan of pleasure."Like it or not,"he said,"Your body is made for pleasure, both to sacrifice and receive. You have a Nice tight arse and your tits are great and house. They stand proud for all to see. These are the rules. While I am here you will never wear panties or a bra, and will only assume the clothes we bought today. You will only ever wear a bra and your old clothes again when mike is at home. Is that understood ?"All the clock time he had been running his finger over my swell pussy, now he slid a finger in.

The flavour of that incursion almost made my legs give way. I opened my branch slightly."Yes daddy."

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

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

Shocked out of my delirium I watched as he stood up and stripped naked. From the first present moment his erecting was visible I couldn't take my eyes off it. I was by no means an expert on the size of it of a mans prick. But this was definitely a lot boastful than Mike's. He sat back down."kneeling here."He said pointing at the floor between his stage. My heart still transfixed on his erecting I did as instructed. He had very slight hair around that phallus so I guessed he had trimmed it. He took my hand and placed it on his throbbing cock. He told me what to do until I had it right then lay back for a while enjoying it. I have to allow in that I felt quite proud that I had made my dada smile with pleasure. What came side by side was not so leisurely. He pulled my head forward.

"out-of-doors your mouth."He said gently

I did waffle, but I knew if I held back that dad would be angry so slowly I took that cock into my backtalk. Again dada instructed me how to do it and then he slowly pushed it further and further into my mouth till I almost choked."breathing time around it. breathing spell through your nose."

I did as he said and he pushed further trough he was right in my throat. I gagged, I was certain I was going to stifle but he released me slightly and then as I gasped in air he pushed my head down ever further. He did this various times until finally his erection was mystifying in my throat and my horn in rubbed against his belly. Once I was all the way in he pulled my head up and down on his erecting. As I got into a rhythm method he let me do it by myself."Good girl."he said,"goodness girl."

It did get light but my throat would be sore for long time after. I sensed a alteration after a piece. The taste of his succus was different and he started to hurl up at me. Then, with a groan he pulled my headland up and looked into my eye. His cock was just inside my mouth as he shot his seed into it. My eyes showed shock. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting rooster deep into my throat. The gustatory modality of come was strange. A mixture of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn't have much pick but to swallow to the highest degree of it but some ran out of my mouth and onto my chin. I felt his eubstance completely relax. I lay my caput on his leg, his cock still in my mouth till it was flaccid enough to fall out. He patted me on the head."fountainhead done my girl. Well done."I smiled.

If I thought it was over I was wrong. After a few bit daddy got up and put me in the armchair with my stage over one arm while my question rested on the other. He pulled my legs up and with a wicked smile buried his cheek between my ramification. The bombardment of his tongue on my clit brought me straight back to the bound of orgasm. My hands went to his headland and urged him on to greater exertion. My climax flew up from between my stage and out of my mouth in a long wailing cry of go. I screamed out and cried in euphoric pleasure for what seemed like forever. Then it started to subside.

pop pulled my legs up and made me hold them up with my hands. I was almost turn dual. I could see his peter, erect, hard and pointing at my throbbing hollow. He looked at me as it brushed my pussy lips. I knew, now was the time to choose. If I let him in then there was no going back, ever.

I hesitated only a import. I looked him in the side, my breathing erratic from the continued sexual climax,"fuck me daddy. pull in me yours."I whispered.

A unusual flavor of triumph crossed his grimace as he pushed that rod into his daughter's hot pussy. Once in he speeded up and he fucked me arduous. My coming flew back to life and I was once again lost in it. I felt something skirmish my rectum. The juices from my wet vagina had lubricated it so when the finger slipped inside that darkest hole it went in easily. I was, never the lupus erythematosus, shocked and surprised. But again I was pulled into my orgasm, now enhanced by the rectal stimulation. Then another finger joined and wormed its way around in circles. The whole combined feelings drove me almost to insanity. Right till the bit daddy pulled his rooster out of my pussy and brushed it at the cakehole of my arse. My eyes flew open. So all-encompassing it hurt. Daddy waited for a second and when I didn't say anything his throbbing cock slid into my bum cakehole with a seeming plop.

The pain was brief, but excruciating, which stupidly enough highlighted the coming that my cunt was still going through. Slowly daddy pushed more and more than of that hard member into my ass until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his trivial girls bum hole while he fingered her clit through sexual climax. Then my bum started to shiver in rhythm method of birth control to his penetration and feelings arose inside me that I couldn't explain until the impossible happened. I orgasmed from my hammer filled rectum. Mixed with my still throbbing orgasmic pussy I was totally lost. I gave myself completely over to it not caring how I looked or sounded. Then, as daddy filled my bum hole with his endorsement cargo I blacked out.

I awoke some time later lying on the settee covered with a blanket. I sat up and looked around. I couldn't see dad anywhere. Wrapping the blanket around me I staggered to the kitchen and poured coffee berry from the constantly hot pot. I tried sitting at the breakfast bar but the stool was too intemperately against my saw rectum so I stood at the patio door and sipped at my steaming cup, thinking about what had occurred.

I can't say I felt happy, but I did feel….fulfilled I suppose would be a better Son. Like I had finally achieved something, sexual satisfaction if nothing else. I now knew for certain that my orgasm last night was without dubiety my number one and that mike would never be able to satisfy me sexually in the way daddy had. For a start his shaft was a lot smaller than pappa. But I couldn't get it out of my drumhead that what we were doing….No ! What DADDY was doing, was incorrect. I also knew that I would not be able-bodied to say no to whatever else he wanted to do. Not now and probably not ever.

"So you're awake at last."

The sound made me parachuting."How foresighted was I asleep ?"

"Only a couple of hours. Go and have a tub it will alleviate some of the soreness."

"Ok."I said

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

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

"Put something on from your new stuff and I will cover you to dinner for being a near slight girl."

"Yes daddy."

I soaked for a while and then got dried and dressed in a thin white low cut top and a very brusk contraband flared annulus with open toed bounder. As I looked in the fully length mirror I had a salmagundi of foreign feelings. The fair sex reflected in the mirror was not me, but it was. I recognised my face and even my legs but everything in between was someone else. Someone who looked gorgeous but was person I would normally have got disliked as a….well….easy I suppose. A adulteress. I hated that thought but was also excited inside because I knew it would make daddy well-chosen. I went downstairs and into the lounge.

"That's much better."daddy said, smiling."cosmetic surgery the wench up."

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

That brought about more than unify feelings. Pride that I had pleased him and veneration and a little pity that I was on display for all to see.

Over the following few days that fear and pity would almost completely disappear. Daddy used me in every way potential as often as possible. I was amazed at his stamina. He taught me how to walk and attract the care of men without even thinking about it. He displayed me where ever possible and even made me walk around on my own in town or along the promenade so he could watch me from a distance. I have to admit I was turning heads and that is something I had never done before. Or maybe I had just never noticed.

Sexually he used me and he pleasured me. He taught me how to pleasure a man. I swallowed more come than I could ever dream of. He had even made me sit in the armchair with my wooden leg spread panoptic open fingering myself to an orgasm while he wanked himself off. Shooting his cum into my face or over my tits. My language had deteriorated to daddy's level as well. But as I waved good-bye to him, his come dribbling down my pegleg, any self-assurance I had gained went with him. Now I was alone. The house was discharge, quiet. All that intimate stress had gone. I felt some relief but most of all I just felt alone.

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

The quietus of the day I just wandered around the firm aimlessly. When I went to bed, alone now that daddy had gone, I decided to let Rosco sleep upstairs with me. I decided that he had been neglected since daddy came so would take him for a pass in the morning.

When I woke in the morning I decided to wash away away as much of the last few days as possible by washing the bedding. While the washing political machine did its work I went round the family cleaning up and then, as the weather was nice took the bedding out the side doorway to hang up it on the crease to dry.

As I opened the doorway Mr Oscar Robertson was standing at his side door puffing on a cigarette as usual. With his right hired man in his pocket. I had seen him several multiplication before but only now did I pull in what his right bridge player was doing. He smiled. I froze. He was playing with himself. I could plainly see his paw running along his erecting and the retentive I stood the heavy that erecting became. It was only seconds but I had to make a concerted try to make my leg move. I walked to the clothes argumentation knowing he was watching me. I couldn't get rid of the picture of him wanking as he watched. I rushed back indoors trying my heavily not to look at his hand and weakness miserably. I rushed back to the house forcing myself not to look at him. I closed the door and put my spinal column to it as I steadied my breathing. Thankfully the meth was frosted so he couldn't see how he had affected me. Why it had such a powerful effect I don't know but I could feel my pussy getting wet. He was in all way of life a repugnant man. Unkempt unshaved and always in shorts and filthy t shirt. The way he leered at me made me thrill all over.

Try as I may I couldn't rid myself of my throbbing pussy. In the end I flopped down on the settle, closed my center, and allowed my fingerbreadth to run down my body, undoing the dress as they travelled to that throbbing Triangle between my stage. I pictured daddy playing with me, fingering me and then kissing my nipple, my navel, and on down to my clit. I spread my legs wider to give him better access. I moaned with pleasance as his tongue did its piece of work. Delving deeper into my pussycat than ever before. I could feel my climax rising rapidly, and then reality hit me.

My eyes flew undecided to find Rosco with his tongue avidly licking at the juice flowing from my throbbing hollow. I have to admit I hesitated. So close to orgasm I wanted to fulfil the rising need. But no. Not like this. This was just too depraved. I spun unit of ammunition and dropped to my knees putting my back to Rosco."No Rosco."I said.

Next moment I felt a clump on my back as Rosco's front paws pushed me forward. His back legs now between my legs I could feel him pushing forward. Then I felt a goad at my kitty and realised what he was trying to do. I tried to get up but he was too strong. He snarled his disapproval at my motion and the future thing I knew his erect peter was inside my throbbing hole."Oh God."I moaned,"Rosco. No"I said and again tried to stand up.

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

Then I felt something magnanimous than his erection pushing at my bitch mess. I could feel the huge size of it and was terrified it would tear me apart. Suddenly with a seeming plop, whatever it was pushed past my well snatch lips and was inside me, and still Rosco got bigger and bigger. That knot was now crushing my clit driving me finally over the edge into a vast coming. He pumped faster and faster and my senses went further and further away until I was completely lost in a sequence of rapid fervor orgasmic spasms.

Finally Rosco fired his seed into me, it poured from his self-conceited globe like body of water from a tap I could palpate it hitting my insides bang clap rush till finally he slowed down and came to a check, his fare running freely from my slit and down my legs. His cock was still inside me and each time he tried to pull out of my sopping hole he sent me off on yet another orgasm. Finally he flopped out of me and strolled off to his recess. I fell to the trading floor, exhausted and sated like never before. I was so ashamed I cried for long time curled up in a ball on the settee. My shoemaker's last thought before I fell into a uneasy eternal sleep was"Oh daddy. What have you done to me ?"

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

"How's my lilliputian girl ?"

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

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

I couldn't have lied to him even if I had wanted to. Thankfully I didn't need to."Just a dress."I was still half deceased and the feeling of liquidity running down my stage was incisive as was the stickiness I felt from my shank to my toes.

"good girl. Now when is mike due nursing home ?"

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

"wellspring let me know the date and I will get along down a day or so before."

"Ok dada I will let you know."

"Ok well I will call up you before then so take precaution baby girl."

Once again I felt the muss sticking to my peg and dress so decided to film a tub, and maybe try and classify my head out.

I ran the Bath really hot and stepped into it. Enjoying the heat on my laboured muscles and bruised pussycat. As I thought over what had occurred over the final few days I just got more confused.

I should have said no to my forefather fucking me. But without any hesitation I knew that I just didn't want to say no. Although I may have been worried, shocked even. I had to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed what had happened. Maybe mum knew what may happen and that is why she was so stern. That then of line brought my brain to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even possible for a dog to lick and fuck a human being. But thinking of how that farsighted tongue had made me experience was a turn on in itself. I was getting wet at the thought of it.

But Rosco fucking me was a different matter completely. Or was it. While my nous said it was choke and ill-timed. I couldn't deny the powerful sexual climax he had given me. And I also had to admit that in world Rosco using me as his bitch was not much dissimilar to my Father of the Church using me as his whore. Just to a greater extent and to a greater extent confusing.

I spent the rest of day just pottering around. Everything just going through my mind all the time didn't assistant at all. As I went to bed Rosco tried to follow. I told him to stay but then I hesitated. A picture shot through my mind of Rosco licking my snatch while I slept."No."I said, and closed him downstairs. It wasn't till I got to my bedroom that I realised that the bed clothing was still hung out to dry. I was too tired to get some sportsmanlike bedclothes so just lay on the bed and fell into a restless troublesome sleep.

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

I dived out of bed and grabbed my livid dress from the wardrobe and ran downstairs looking for the buttons. As I ran outside respective things became obvious.

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

2 ) I was not wearing my clean dress. I was in fact in a well-defined chiffon top. As long as a shirt but not long enough to hide out anything. It only had one push button at the navel.

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

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

Even though my head screamed run. I couldn't. I got angrier and wild at myself and at him for doing this to me. Then another scissure of big H woke me out of my haze and the heavens opened up. A soaker of rain fell down on me. I took a tone towards the wash and then back again, knowing it was too late. I glared at Mr Oscar Palmer Robertson, standing in his doorway nice and dry with his erection in his hand.

Anger has always been a problem for me. It makes me stubborn. I make rash determination. This time was no right. It was his fault my lavation was soaked. It was his demerit I was soaked. I stood in front of him, no to a greater extent than four feet away as he stroked that fat putz of his, and it was fat, not overly long but really fat. I opened my leg slightly and put my paw on my rosehip, which of course caused the hem of the top to give and put my pussy on total display. I undid the button and opened up the top wide.

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

He smiled. Not the least bit perturbed. Stupidly I smiled back, let the top go and as sexily as I could I slowly strolled back into the laundry room."I'll show him."I thought to myself. The twig dryer was directly opposite the door which was still open. I spread my stage wide of the mark and bent grass over to give the dryer door. My kitty was getting wet at the cerebration of making him suffer.

So wet in fact that he had no bother ramming two fingers up my maw. The suddenness, the unexpectedness of it made me sigh out loud, it should have been a scream surely but it wasn't. He was pumping his finger's breadth into me rapidly, his metacarpophalangeal joint brushing against my clitoris. He added another finger's breadth and with three finger's breadth fucking me my consistency was reacting rapidly. His gratis script came under me and grabbed my tit, moving to my mammilla which he squeezed tightly. Again I moaned and when he pinched that nipple as hard as he could I knew I was lost."Oh God."I moaned.

I was trembling. I wanted to scream"Get off me. You detestable picayune man"but it just wouldn't come out. Then I felt it, his vast fat cock brushing my wet throbbing trap. He waited. I said nothing, in fact I wanted to campaign back onto him but I wouldn't give him that expiation. He rammed that hard fat shaft into me as far as it would go and I screamed. Not in nuisance but in wild inst orgasm. He didn't care he just rammed and rammed and rammed into me, brutal and hard.

His hands came round now and he grabbed both my nipples and pinched them as hard as he could and the electric car electric shock joined with all those other belief pouring out of my screaming pussy. My leg turned to jelly, unable to support myself. Every time he rammed into me he lifted me off the floor and then I came down and then back up again. My pussycat was spread as panoptic as it had ever been and I was completely lost, like a rag dolly ineffective to control my body in any way.

He made no sound. Not even when he finally shot his spunk into me. Spurt after spurt of it till it ran down my peg. Then, as viciously as he had rammed it in he pulled it out. Still in a remorseless orgasm I slid down the tumble drier to the floor, facing him. That fat tool still throbbing in forepart of my face. He brushed it against my brim and I willingly opened my mouth to take him in. He wasn't gentle as he fucked my face. Banging my head back against the dryer, dazing me. I managed eventually to hold on my headland still and just let him confront fuck me. He rammed that monstrosity in as far as it would go and when he once again released his seed it seemed never ending. With his cock trench in my throat it was impossible to swallow it all and I choked. The seed had no other way out but through my nose. When he finally stepped back I had spunk running from my pussy backtalk and nuzzle, running down my chin and over my breasts.

As he backed out of the door I tried to stand up. The chiffon top fell to the level and I staggered naked to the kitchen and through to the lounge where I once again collapsed on the floor. Before I could get up Rosco was on me and his shaft was in me. As rampant as Mr Oscar Robertson, Rosco was showing me who was foreman in this house. Getting his own back on me for last night. Igniting my orgasm once again, I couldn't have stopped him even I wanted to, I was so weak. I just lay my capitulum on the floor and let him have his way. And gave myself up to him and that oh so powerful climax. This time there was no hassle getting his knot in and I smiled with pride as I once again took every ounce of my dog's semen into my bitch pussy golf hole. The last matter I remember was thinking,"It seems I can't resist cock. Any cock."I smiled and everything went black.

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