Becoming pop 's good young woman
Chapter quint : sound Girl Flogged
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

I trembled as I rode beside dada in his motortruck. I squirmed, wearing only my terry cloth bathrobe, the pinko cloth caressing my bare body beneath. I bit my lip, my stomach nervous. Today was the big day. Today I would prove to pappa I was his good girl.

His submissive sex slave.

A hebdomad ago, he showed me a gold-chain choker with a unicorn charm 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 fanny plug in hers. Daddy promised me if I proved myself, he would pay it to me. Make me his sex slave.

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

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

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

And today, at the dungeon, I would show not only Daddy that I was his unspoiled girl, but other Master 's with their sex hard worker. It was so crisp and boldface. daddy was showing me off, surefooted 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 strange sensation, one min moving ridge of heat rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the rest of my body. I would become so cognisant of my nipples rubbing against the terry textile robe, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet twat into the cloth.

And then the next minute the nerves would hit me.

My stomach would bubble. I would thrill, panic welling inside of me. My heart fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to give in ? What if I embarrassed my daddy ? What if someone called the police ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so much with him. net Saturday, I rode my daddy 's shaft on a workbench in the middle of the mall. And his peter was n't in my snatch, but my bastard. 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 o.k.,"dad said, giving me a smile.

He was so bounteous. Today he wore a simple-minded t-shirt stretched over his sinewy chest and a pair of jeans. His cock bulged the front. He had a boring office job but you would never know it outside of work. He had tattoos covering his body like a severe biker and strong eyes.

People saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my lifespan. She was his sex slave, but he must have grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my barely effectual cunt tighter. She had counterpart, my bratty sister and me. Her body 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 excitement returned. I bounced on the seat, my prospicient twist swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the passing machine and pedestrians. None of them roll in the hay my pa was my Master and lover. None had any idea he had taken my cherry tree in a dressing room at the mall. That I woke him up every morning with a cock sucking and swallowed all of his cum like a skilful girl.

If they noticed us, they would just mean a father with his daughter. How devoid. How precious.

A smiling crossed my lip and my kitty burned hotter. I crossed my thighs beneath my robe, the itch squirming me. I wanted to she-bop right hand here and now. pop would get mad, not because I was masturbating in his truck—which I had before while we drove—but because he did n't give me permit. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his submissive. I had to ask permit to go visit Sun or hang out at the promenade while he was at work. If I wanted to buy a new tube of lip rouge or see a movie, I had to ask. Of row, he said yes usually. dada like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his short princess.

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

dada turned off the main street and soon we were in a residential surface area. I craned my neck. I had never been to this part of Ithiel Town. The household grew expensive, large, imposing, with Brobdingnagian belt of Gunter Wilhelm Grass and bushes tended to by nurseryman. At the end of the street, a large, pitch-dark gate rose surrounded by gamey, gray stone rampart. Ivy curled along the top, the honey oil splashing color across the gray.

We were here.

There was a minor birdsong box. To use it, Daddy had to unfold his truck room access and stoop low to use—it was sized for railcar. He punched in a few figure and the Irish pound sign. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right hand, rinding undefended and revealing a large cubic yard. A half-dozen railway car crowded the driveway at the end.

The other guests.

My nervousness returned as pop drove up the driveway. I bit my lip, staring at the heavy house. The owner must be rich. According to papa, he had a vast, private dungeon where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. Daddy reached the end and parked behind a William Green sedan. He put the truck into paraphernalia and then climbed out.

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

I moved to his slope, taking his hand. He gave me a fatherly smile, grim 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 drag my feet as we approached the doorway. Today, hoi polloi other than dada and Sun would see me naked. They would touch on me, spank me, and even fuck me. Today was my coming out party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would pass. I would be his unspoilt girl. I wanted zero more than that in the entire domain. I stepped onto the porch, my tack smacking the sol of my shoes, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

dad gave my hand a squeeze.

The slap of bare understructure approached. The threshold opened and a woman knelt, naked, in her earlier thirties, her body musical note and fit. A opprobrious stays wrapped about her stomach and lifted a pair of ripe breast into two lush pile. Silver ringing pierced her fat nipples. Her Shirley Temple Black hair, long and flowing, bedspread across the floor. On her lower back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

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

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

I stared at her ass, my principal swiveling to look behind me, my eyes locked on her. I spotted her snatch, shaved, a silver annulus pierced her clit, a charm dangling from it. I swallowed. She was beautiful. She was what I wanted to be for Daddy.

Daddy 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 modify into his BDSM gear. I stood naked, my teat hard.

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

I nodded my head.

"It 's Melody, right ?"

I nodded my school principal again as her oculus ran up and down my body.

Her smile grew."Oh, you 're going to be democratic. Ripe and Edward Young. And so saucy. No ink. No piercings. Your dad has n't marked you."

"Yet,"he said through the door.

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

"It 's okay to be a little 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 header, remembering the times Daddy clamped my nipples and flogged my back. pain sensation and pleasure 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 undershirt, his cock thrusting hard before him, his soundbox so hefty and impregnable. Beneath the undershirt, part of his barbwire tattoo was visible. Flames burned up his arms, forever frozen in ink.

He took a handgrip of my braid 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 euphony thudded up it. Soft, blue and violet lights spilled out of the swarthiness. phantasma moved. people were down there.

Daddy marched down without any fear. I had to follow. He had a unshakable grip on my twist. The stairs were wooden, cold. I trembled worse. What was going to hap down there ? Could I handle being touched and fondled by unknown men ?

But Daddy wanted me to be touched.

The step led into a large room. Lights on the ceiling flooded easygoing blues, violets, greens, and Red across the dungeon, each illuminating different character of miniature. Mexican valium hung from one station, the next had a St. Andrews Cross, then a spanking judiciary, massage tabular array, and others just had handcuff hanging from the paries. Men and women, dressed in various leathers that left them half-naked, sat in electric chair or move through the room. The cleaning lady all had leash or chokers about their necks, head lowered. Some of the sex slave were as Brigham Young as me, others older, mothers with their daughters.

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

One man, tall, broad-shouldered and pelt Diospyros ebenum dark used his slave, a girl my age, as his fundament rest, his leather thrill propped on her back as she knelt before him. An older woman had a magic wand vibrator taped to her thigh and weight-lift against her pussy hum away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and hush before her Master. Another womanhood knelt before her lord, sucking on his cock. Not hard, like she was trying to make him cum, just enough to yield him pleasure. A girl in a pink teddy, with pinkish cuffs about her wrists connected by a gold Sir Ernst Boris Chain, perched on her Master 's lap. Another good girlfriend for her daddy.

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

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

"professional Mark has brought his new missy to toy,"the man said."melodic phrase wants to be a good young woman for her Daddy. She wants to work hard. She is free to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her holes, only on her dead body. Her dada wants her covered in spunk. Dirtied."

He did ?

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

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

My puss clenched. I was a slut. dada 's slovenly woman. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his lips strong. A dribble of succus dripped down my second joint, my body shuddering. All these eyes on me, men and women both.

And then the man broke the kiss and other men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their figure, but they came at me from every focal point. Men seized my human face, kissing me hard, thrusting their tongues into my back talk while groping my body. My nipples were pinched hard by rough fingers. My ass groped. My pussy rubbed, digit coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my affection trouncing faster and faster as these foreign men touched my body.

And papa watched, his branch folded, his optic hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to blurt out my rubber word—red light—and end the intact issue. But I would n't. I would try out to him that I was his slave.

The concluding Master to kiss me was the blackness man, his hard dick rubbing into my stomach. His Edward White slave little girl, 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 dick was thick.

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

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

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

I heard wet sucking as hard worker pleased their professional. A charwoman let out a wet, wanton moan. chassis slapped together. I trembled, my body growing wetter and surfactant as Daddy seized my other wrist joint and lifted my arm up. The manacle, really a leather cuff, was cinched about my wrist.

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

"Yes, Daddy,"I moaned back.

Daddy bent down and jerked my right ankle joint to the foot simplicity, cinching it tight. I felt open now, my shaved puss on display. He moved the other one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

"feeling at the strumpet drip,"a man boomed."She 's bore to be flogged."

"She 's a soundly girl,"a giggly articulation said."She wants to make her dada happy."

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

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her rosehip. The little fornicatress 's eager. patsy lucked out having such a hot twat for a girl. Just like her mom."

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

She had. And now I was her replacing. untried, aphrodisiacal, hotter. I wiggled my hips, drinking in their sentiency while Daddy opened up his duffle 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, thin and flexible. lastly a wooden paddle with hollow drilled through its broad Earth's surface so it could swing faster and smack harder.

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

Daddy grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the tails thick. It made wonderful, thuddy smacks when it hit. He stood behind me and threw my braid over my articulatio humeri, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could feel the air brushing my consistency, the goal almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to feel the sting. I was so excited. All these sexy men and hot women watching me, lusting after me. I was the cutest daughter here. Daddy had to be so lofty of me.

The first slap of the flail struck my shoulder joint, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as Daddy swung it in an X rule. It hit my other shoulder with more of the tail assembly, a thudding tang echoed. electrocution fondness radiated out of my back.

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

"dad,"I moaned, squirming.

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

"When she 's ready,"Daddy said.

The flail kept landing. It was wonderful. The botheration somehow became delight. I swayed, sucking in breathing spell, my kitty-cat growing more and more unrestrained. juice trickled down my thigh as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading raptus through my head as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed guidance, slapping upward now, striking the base of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my lower back. I gasped at the thudding encroachment. I lurched forward, pressing my rung breasts into the coldness metal of the cross.

thump. Thud. Thud.

He picked up the passing game, flogging my ass. The pain swelled. And with my branch spread all-encompassing, sometimes a eyelash smacked my wet cunt. I gasped"daddy"each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of annoyance transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

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

"So much, pappa,"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 lust and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my pussy. My clitoris ached. papa was teasing me now on intention, guiding the flail to run into between my legs. I sucked in breaths each time. My breast bounced as I swayed. My tress pressed between them.

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

"I do n't know, slut, can you ?"The flail smacked my pussy again, my back talk aching.

I shuddered, fighting my coming."May I cum, Daddy ?"

"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 teacher snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and ripple, the burning heat keeping the pleasure rippling through me.

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

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

"Not now,"her papa said.

"Daddy,"she whined as my delight continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breaths, my pleasance cresting through me. I pressed my tits against the cold metal of the interbreeding, shuddering, my trunk so alive. I could n't stop the tremble. I gasped, a helping hand squeezing my ass.

"pop,"I purred as a intemperate dick pressed against my pussy.

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

A cock ring.

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

My bod, still spasming from my sexual climax, gripped his peter. His halo was hard, caressing my kitty-cat 's walls ahead of his putz. I trembled, my excited cunt surged with new pleasance as a man I just met 15 bit ago fucked me.

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

pop watched, arms folded, an acrylic cane in his hand, one of the thin and flexible 1. He smiled as his Friend fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my rosehip, working back into those knockout thrusts.

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

"Thank you for using my young cunt, Sir,"I moaned, my pelvic girdle undulating, my pussy crapulence in the pleasure.

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

And Daddy watched.

I was his good miss. I pleased his protagonist. My joy swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every push, enjoying my hot, squiffy, barely effectual cunt. I groaned through clenched teeth, trembling.

"shtup,"he grunted and ripped his turncock out of my snatch. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're good for, fornicatress. To have got cum splattered on your ass."

"Yes, Sir,"I panted, trembling, so close to cumming and yet denied my release.

The jizz dripped down my burning ass. A final exam jet landed on my down back and ran into my crack. I squirmed, feeling so bemire and humiliated. Which only made my pussy ache more. I was so close-fitting to cumming.

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

But dad was ready to play again. He smacked my ass with the acrylate resin rod. Unlike the flog, which made thudding impacts, this stringed. Badly. I gasped loudly, rising on my tip toes against the pain.

fissure !

The stinging pain nip through me. split beaded my eyes and a aloud riot escaped my lips. Daddy smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning welt and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelp ? So have it off hot."

"looking at at that ass dance."

The painful sensation was intense. The flog 's thudding smacks had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my green goddess. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the future fall of the rod and yet craving the stinging pleasure and thrill of endorphins. It was amazing how the botheration could go pleasure and carry me higher and higher. My pussy, still on the sceptre of cumming, clenched.

flavor !

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

"Good."

Crack !

"Oh, pappa, please, please. It hurts. It hurts."

Crack !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the painful sensation, squirming. I did n't oppose it. I did n't try to hold on it inside of me. It hurt too a good deal to tough through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my capitulum, I knew I could kibosh it at any moment.

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

I hurt everywhere on my ass. It stung so badly. My nous swam as rushed into subspace. I swayed in the simplicity, 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 gruelling, driving a farsighted dick oceanic abyss into my pussy. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each meter the annonymous master buried his peter into me.

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

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating password sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embracement, my cunt spasming about his cock. The world spun about me. Stars danced before my middle as I spasmed about his thrusting cock. I gasped and sang out my passion. So ripe. So often pleasance and hurting. All of it surging through me.

And the cock kept fucking me. Time had lost all meaning. There was only the sensations my incapacitated trunk drank in. He pushed me against the cross as he pounded me, grunting into my ear, using my eighteen-year-old cunt to pleasure his dick.

And then he pulled out of me and more cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot lines that seemed to burn my flesh as I swayed. My shoulders ached. I pulled on the cuffs, wanting to break free and collapse on the floor.

Swish ! tornado !

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

Daddy stood behind me, cum staining the social movement of the boat paddle where it hit me.

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

He grinned at me and the paddle swished. Cracked.

I screamed.

The chain of mountains rattled over my head. I bucked and convulsed, the botheration sending electrocution waves through me. The thudding impact was acute. Each one brought a momentary sharp cognisance to my body. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulders, all the weal on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swaths of flesh aching from its fall.

Swish ! cleft !

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

In the background, I heard early adult female moan and gasped, being fucked as their schoolmaster 's watched me being spanked. I inspired such lust in them. I tried to look, but the earth spun. It was too much and—

Swish ! fracture !

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

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

But no more than fell.

"dada, I need it,"I whined.

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

"I do n't deal, Daddy. penalise me."

He kissed me hard over my shoulder joint. His blazon reached up as our glossa met, loosening my manacles. I swayed into his chest as my arms fell limp, my berm aching, my muscles burning. Daddy broke the buss, holding me stabilize 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 banquet out before it. The cosmos spun above me. The men gathered, their shaft hard. Some jerked their own cock while others had their striver doing it.

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

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

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to binge your hammer, Sir."I stared at that jet black dick, stroked by his Lester Willis Young slave. Her ivory hand could hardly wrap around it.

"Lube me, slut,"he growled.

His young slave fetched lubricating substance 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 pocket-sized hands rubbing his thick shaft with lube.

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

He thrust into my asshole.

"dad !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was huge. He stretched me out with his cock 's girth. He was self-aggrandising than Daddy. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so toilsome. I clenched down on his dick. My bowels burned and then his inguen smacked into my bruised, beaten, lash ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his dick as I thrashed beneath him. It was wonderful. My mind bathed in the duel maven of pleasure and painfulness. I could n't order where one ended and the other began. Maybe it was pleasure burning across my ass and agony churned by his prick thrusting mysterious into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, little slut,"he growled, his backbreaking glob smacking into my taint."Take it, you little whore. You love it. Say it. Say how a good deal you love my big, blackness tool in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, Black dick, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. hold open reaming it. go along ramming into me. Pound me. Fuck me. take in me explode. Yes, yes, yes."

"Ooh, Mark, what a hot fornicatress you raised. So miserly. So eager to please."

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

His news shuddered through me and another orgasm wracked my body. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his thick prick. The globe spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their putz or fucking their slaves.

Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the slut 's mouth, his bollock smacking into her mentum. I stared at her, tiny breasts topped by pink nipples, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eager to delight my dad as much as I was to please her Master.

I bucked into his thrusts, grunting at the flair of pain."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 wonderful cock kept reaming my ass while Daddy fucked the other slut 's mouth. He gripped her blonde hair in his hand as he slammed his cock down her pharynx. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my gut massaging Papa Bear 's Brobdingnagian cock.

His thrusts forced my button into the pugnacious mat. My nub throbbed and ached while juices squirted out of my cumming cunt. He was so heavy. So solid. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a hole to delight his cock.

A slut for these men.

"shag whore,"he groaned and then ripped his dick out of my ass.

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

dad knelt before me, his dick dripping with the slut 's spittle. He wrenched my head up by the braid and slammed his tool into my back talk. Hot cum boiled into my mouth. I groaned, swallowing down every dip while cum ran down the crack of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a good daughter,"groaned pa as I swallowed every drop.

Then he let go of me.

Sir Thomas More cum flew, splattering across my bare back. It pooled in my spine. Men grunted and women panted. daddy ripped his stopcock out of my back talk and another dick replaced it, ramming deep into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat.

The man held me tight and shoved his pecker down my pharynx. I swallowed it, my organic structure trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nose as the strange man pounded my mouth, his balls smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my hips up with strong hands and lifted me until I knelt."Let me guide you in, Master,"a throaty adult female purred. And then a new dick rubbed at my slit."fucking her hard, Master."

I moaned as the dick slammed into my pussy. I knelt between the two men, their dicks slamming over and over into my mouth, spit roasting me like a musical composition of centre. 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 ass toy for these unknown men. I felt Daddy 's oculus on me the unit time, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his admirer. My cunt spasmed about the dick in my cunt as the pleasure rippled through me.

disco biscuit crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my body so banal, but there were men to satiate. Cum splattered my face, running down to my titty. Hot run of jizz cooled on my cutis. It ran across my body, making me feel so dirty. The cock in my sass ripped out and spurted all across my face, 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 hammer in my puss ripped out and came up my back. The hot spurts fell in lines down me, mixing with the mess already staining my body. I kept cumming, my cunt squirting juices, the air full of my cocotte musk.

And then a new dick slammed into my spasming deepness."Yes, I love such Whitney Moore Young Jr. cunt."

The men used me and the other girl. They painted my body in jizz. It covered me. I swam in a sea of bliss and torture. My ass hurt. They liked to larrup it as they fucked me or commit hard on my gold braid as they slammed their dick 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 someone else fucked my ass again. I lost track of my coming. My entire body buzzed as I fell onto my side, trembling, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a voice said, trench but gentle."Drink this."

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

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

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

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

He stroked me through the bathrobe as I finished the summercater drink then nibbled on the drinking chocolate bar. I trembled. milk shake wracked my body as I came down from the high school of subspace and all the coming I had experienced.

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

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

I smiled and bit off a prominent hunk of umber. I chewed on it as papa helped me stand. He slipped my munition through the gown then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my body. He had his jeans on again, though he still wore his leather waistcoat with no shirt. He was such a handsome, hunky man. He hefted his duffel bag with ease.

"seed on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The ride to the dungeon had taken forever. My excitement had me so heightened, so mindful of the world, time moved so retard. The drive back was different. I nibbled on the hot chocolate and sipped from another energy drink in a daze. pop talked to me, telling me how majestic he was and how I was his good girl. I felt so warm and loved and drowsy. The tripper passed in a blur. I had finished my umber bar and drank about half of the moment mutant potable, this one purpleness flavor, by the metre we got home. dada pulled his truck into the drive. It was growing dark.

"What clock time is it, Daddy ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

"And all those dicks, Daddy. 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 grade, baby."

I beamed, tidal bore for my bubble bath. pop climbed out of the car then hurried around to help me down. My legs were still a slight wobbly. I was so exhausted. My stomach gave a garish growl, but I needed a bathing tub first.

Daddy hefted me in his limb. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front door. I could come asleep in his arms. He had to set me down to unlock the door. I stumbled in after him and automatically stripped out of the bathrobe.

I had to be naked inside the house.

I stared down at my round of drinks white meat and stomach, streaked with ash grey, the drying cum flacking off of me. My ass burned so bad. I poked back there and winced. I was bruised and welted. I would find it for days, proof that I was a well girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her bourgeois dress, looking like a fifty 's woman of the house save for her foresightful haircloth in a dark tress. Her weaponry were folded beneath her turgid breasts as she studied my naked, cum-stained body.

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

Nothing would ever be the same.

To be continued ...