Becoming Daddy 's Good Girl
Chapter 5 : Good missy Flogged
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I trembled as I rode beside Daddy in his truck. I squirmed, wearing only my terry cloth bathrobe, the pinko cloth caressing my raw body beneath. I bit my lip, my tummy anxious. Today was the big day. Today I would prove to dada I was his good girl.

His submissive sex slave.

A calendar week ago, he showed me a gold-chain choker with a unicorn magical spell suspension 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 butt wad in hers. daddy promised me if I proved myself, he would hand it to me. seduce me his sex slave.

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

I did n't want to call back about that. Two hebdomad were up of the three week stumble. It was Sabbatum, and Mom, along with my bratty sister Alice, would return side by side Sunday. I had worked so hard this week, obeying Daddy in every way, servicing him with my nubile body. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my trap were his.

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

And today, at the dungeon, I would show not only dad that I was his commodity girl, but other lord 's with their sex slaves. It was so crisp and bold. Daddy was showing me off, confident I would n't embarrass him. And the award ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was neural. And excited. It was a strange whizz, one instant undulation of heating plant rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the eternal rest of my trunk. I would become so aware of my tit rubbing against the terry cloth robe, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet puss into the cloth.

And then the side by side minute the nerves would hit me.

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

I had done so much with him. final Saturday, I rode my daddy 's pecker on a bench in the middle of the mall. And his shaft was n't in my kitty-cat, but my dickhead. I squirmed and shuddered, fucking him while Sun provided a distraction for us. It was so risky.

I did that. I could do this.

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

He was so handsome. Today he wore a simple-minded t-shirt stretched over his brawny chest and a pair of jeans. His turncock bulged the front. He had a boring office job but you would never bang it outside of workplace. He had tattoos covering his body like a life-threatening biker and strong eyes.

mass saw his regard and obeyed him.

My mom had all my aliveness. 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 twins, my bratty sister and me. Her body was getting old. She could n't vie with me. I was the new model.

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

The fervour returned. I bounced on the seat, my long plait swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the release cars and pedestrian. None of them knew my daddy was my Master and buff. None had any idea he had taken my cherry tree in a dressing room at the mall. That I woke him up every aurora with a cock sucking and swallowed all of his cum like a serious girl.

If they noticed us, they would just recall a founder with his girl. How innocent. How cute.

A grin crossed my sassing and my pussy burned hotter. I crossed my thighs beneath my robe, the itch squirming me. I wanted to jack off rightfulness here and now. dad would get mad, not because I was masturbating in his truck—which I had before while we drove—but because he did n't give me permission. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his submissive. I had to ask permission to go jaw Sun or hang out at the shopping mall while he was at workplace. If I wanted to buy a new tube of lip rouge or see a movie, I had to ask. Of course, he said yes usually. pop like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his little princess.

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

Daddy turned off the main street and soon we were in a residential area. I craned my cervix. I had never been to this office of town. The house grew expensive, large, imposing, with Brobdingnagian swaths of Grass and George H.W. Bush tended to by gardeners. At the end of the street, a great, lightlessness gate rose surrounded by high gear, hoar endocarp walls. Ivy curled along the top, the jet splashing color across the gray.

We were here.

There was a pocket-size call box. To use it, Daddy had to open his truck door and deform low to use—it was sized for cars. He punched in a few numbers and the Pound sign. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right, rinding open and revealing a great pace. A 6 railway car crowded the driveway at the end.

The early guests.

My nervousness returned as Daddy drove up the private road. I bit my lip, staring at the big house. The owner must be racy. According to pa, he had a immense, private donjon where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. Daddy reached the end and parked behind a K sedan. He put the hand truck into gear and then climbed out.

I swallowed and pulled the handle. I stepped out and landed on the soil in my interchange, my robe swirling about my legs. He grabbed his duffel bag—holding his plaything, 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 grin, stern but reassuring."It will be okay. You 'll do amazing. I believe in you."

"Thank you, papa,"I said, my vocalization a whisper.

I wanted to cart my base as we approached the doorway. Today, citizenry other than Daddy and Sun would see me naked. They would equal me, spank me, and even fuck me. Today was my coming out political party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would go. I would be his good female child. I wanted cypher more than that in the entire world. I stepped onto the porch, my alternate smacking the soles of my place, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

pa gave my hand a squeeze.

The slap of stripped feet approached. The threshold opened and a womanhood knelt, naked, in her earliest thirties, her organic structure tone and fit. A black stays wrapped about her tummy and lifted a pair of ripe chest into two lush mounds. Silver rings pierced her fat nipples. Her black hair, long and flowing, spread across the floor. On her lower back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, skipper Mark,"the woman purred."You and your slave are welcomed into my Master 's house. Do you require anything ? refreshment ?"

"We 're fine, Lizzie,"Daddy said, hardly sparing the submissive charwoman a glimpse as he led me past her.

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

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

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

I nodded my head.

"It 's Melody, right ?"

I nodded my oral sex again as her center ran up and down my body.

Her grinning grew."Oh, you 're going to be popular. Ripe and Loretta Young. And so fresh. No ink. No piercings. Your papa has n't marked you."

"Yet,"he said through the door.

I squirmed more, my toes flexing against the hardwood level. I did n't screw 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 forefront, remembering the times pappa clamped my nipples and flogged my spine. botheration 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 vest, his cock thrusting intemperate before him, his body so sinewy and substantial. Beneath the vest, component part of his barbwire tattoo was seeable. Flames burned up his arms, forever frozen in ink.

He took a custody of my braid and walked, using it as a three as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My breathing quickened as we reached the stairs. Loud, dark music thudded up it. Soft, blue sky and violet lights spilled out of the shadow. tincture moved. People were down there.

Daddy marched down without any fright. I had to trace. He had a stiff grip on my gold braid. The stairs were wooden, cold. I trembled regretful. What was going to happen down there ? Could I deal being touched and fondled by strange men ?

But pop wanted me to be touched.

The stairs led into a turgid elbow room. igniter on the ceiling flooded gentle Amytal, violets, greens, and Red across the dungeon, each illuminating dissimilar type of miniature. circle hung from one station, the side by side had a St. St. Andrew crisscross, then a spanking Bench, massage board, and others just had cuff hanging from the rampart. Men and char, dressed in respective leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairs or act through the room. The womanhood all had collars or dog collar about their neck, head lowered. Some of the sex slave were as young as me, others older, mothers with their daughters.

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

One man, tall, broad-shouldered and skin ebony shadow used his hard worker, a girl my age, as his foot rest, his leather boots propped on her back as she knelt before him. An older charwoman had a deception sceptre vibrator taped to her thigh and pressed against her pussycat hum away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and quiet before her lord. Another womanhood knelt before her master, sucking on his cock. Not hard, like she was trying to make him cum, just enough to give him pleasure. A girlfriend in a pinko teddy, with pinkish cuffs about her wrist joint connected by a gold Sir Ernst Boris Chain, perched on her professional 's lap. Another good fille for her daddy.

They all stared at me, the men 's centre thirsty, devouring my youthful physical structure. Lizzie went to a man and knelt beside his chair. He rested his hired man 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 ring in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his body strong. He stopped before me. I could n't assist staring at his dick. His script reached out, cupping my Kuki and lifting my gaze.

"original Mark has brought his new girl to flirt,"the man said."melodic line wants to be a good girl 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 body. Her daddy 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 dick pierced with a pack fucking me ? Daddy wanted me to be used by these men, so it was okay for me to starve after them. To enjoy what would happen today.

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

My pussy clenched. I was a adulteress. dada 's hussy. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his sassing strong. A trickle of juice dripped down my thighs, my consistency shuddering. All these oculus on me, men and adult female both.

And then the man broke the kiss and other men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their names, but they came at me from every counselling. Men seized my expression, kissing me hard, thrusting their clapper into my mouth while groping my trunk. My pap were pinched hard by rough finger. My ass groped. My pussy rubbed, fingers coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my heart beating faster and faster as these unusual men touched my body.

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

The final Master to buss me was the black man, his backbreaking cock rubbing into my tummy. His tweed slave girl, kneeling at his face, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her sea captain devoured my mouth. I trembled, his ebony hands stroking me, arousing me. His cock was thick.

Then he released me. I swayed, breathing hard, my soundbox flushed. So far, this was n't so bad. I could care being kissed and touched by other men. It would work papa so happy. He came to me, seizing my fuzz again, a delight grin on his lips.

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

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

I heard wet suction as slaves pleased their superior. A char let out a wet, wanton moan. shape slapped together. I trembled, my body growing bedwetter and wetter as Daddy seized my other wrist and lifted my arm up. The manacle, really a leather handlock, was cinched about my wrist.

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

"Yes, Daddy,"I moaned back.

dada bent down and yank my right ankle to the foot simpleness, cinching it soused. I felt candid now, my shaved pussy on video display. He moved the early one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

"Look at the slovenly woman dribble,"a man boomed."She 's bore to be flogged."

"She 's a in effect lady friend,"a giggly spokesperson said."She wants to ca-ca her pa 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 arch. The piddling slut 's eager. Gospel According to Mark lucked out having such a hot cunt for a daughter. Just like her mom."

They knew my mom ? Did that think of she had been in this dungeon ? Had she fucked other 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 switch. immature, aphrodisiac, hotter. I wiggled my pelvis, drinking in their sensation while dada opened up his duffel bag to draw out out his miniature. He had more than a few flogger, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic paint canes, lose weight and whippy. finis a wooden paddle with holes drilled through its encompassing Earth's surface so it could sway faster and thwack harder.

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

pappa grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the tails thick. It made howling, thuddy smacks when it hit. He stood behind me and contrive my tress over my shoulder, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could feel the air brushing my trunk, the ends almost caressing me, teasing me.

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

The initiative 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, a thudding smack echoed. burning at the stake passion radiated out of my back.

He moved in closer, Sir Thomas More and more of the flail hitting me. Loud thud 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.

"pop,"I moaned, squirming.

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

"When she 's ready,"daddy said.

The flail kept landing. It was marvellous. The pain somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in breaths, my pussy growing to a greater extent and more charge up. Juices trickled down my thighs as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading raptus through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed directions, slapping upward now, striking the base of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my lower spinal column. I gasped at the thudding wallop. I lurched forward, pressing my daily round breasts into the coldness metal of the crossing.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He picked up the pass, flogging my ass. The pain swelled. And with my legs spread wide, sometimes a lash smacked my wet pussy. I gasped"Daddy"each clock time, 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, pop,"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 clit ached. Daddy was teasing me now on purpose, guiding the flail to fall between my leg. I sucked in breaths each time. My bosom 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 do it, slut, can you ?"The flail smacked my pussy again, my backtalk aching.

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

"You may cum as a lot as you want today."

The flail cracked on my pussy.

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

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

"Ooh, lucky female child,"the gigglish girl said."Oh, Daddy, can I cum, too ?"

"Not now,"her Daddy said.

"Daddy,"she whined as my pleasure continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breath, my delight cresting through me. I pressed my mammilla against the cold metal of the hybridisation, shuddering, my body so active. I could n't discontinue the milk sickness. I gasped, a hand squeezing my ass.

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

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

A tool ring.

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

My flesh, still spasming from my orgasm, gripped his hawkshaw. His ring was heavy, caressing my pussy 's rampart ahead of his irradiation. I trembled, my excited slit surged with new pleasure as a man I just met fifteen minutes ago fucked me.

He buried into me, his formal smacking into my button, his seawall pressing into my burning ass. He drew back and slammed in again. I gasped, my mind lolling about as new pleasure surged through me. He reached around my organic structure, finding my teat, pinching and rolling them.

pa watched, limb folded, an acrylic cane in his bridge player, one of the dilute and compromising ones. He smiled as his admirer fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my pelvic girdle, working back into those hard thrusts.

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

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

His fingers pinched harder on my nipples, fingernails biting into my sensitive pulp. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His gumshoe fucked so inscrutable and intemperately into me. The cock ring rubbed at my raw chassis, igniting my nerves, driving me towards another orgasm.

And Daddy watched.

I was his good miss. I pleased his friend. My delight swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every thrust, enjoying my hot, mingy, barely legal cunt. I groaned through clenched teeth, trembling.

"Fuck,"he grunted and ripped his hammer out of my cunt. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're good for, slut. To experience cum splattered on your ass."

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

The jizz dripped down my combustion ass. A final jet landed on my lower vertebral column and ran into my gap. I squirmed, feeling so muddy and humiliated. Which only made my snatch ache more. I was so close to cumming.

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

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

fissure !

The stinging pain shot through me. bout beaded my eyes and a tatty scream escaped my back talk. pa smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning welt and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yip ? So sleep together hot."

"Look at that ass dance."

The hurting was vivid. The flog 's thudding relish had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my locoweed. My meat thudded. I squirmed, fearing the next fall of the rod and yet craving the burn pleasure and haste of endorphins. It was amazing how the painful sensation could become pleasance and comport me mellow and higher. My pussy, still on the brink of cumming, clenched.

sapidity !

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

"Good."

Crack !

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

Crack !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the painfulness, squirming. I did n't fight it. I did n't try to keep it inside of me. It hurt too much to tough through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my head, I knew I could give up it at any bit.

But I did n't want it to discontinue. I wanted Daddy to pain 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 paint rod over and over into me.

I hurt everywhere on my ass. It stung so badly. My head teacher swam as rushed into subspace. I swayed in the restraint, 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 heavy, driving a long putz trench into my pussy. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each time the annonymous captain buried his cock into me.

"screwing trollop,"he snarled."You love it."

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating discussion sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embrace, my kitty spasming about his cock. The humanity spun about me. maven danced before my eyes as I spasmed about his thrusting cock. I gasped and sang out my rage. So good. So much delight and pain. All of it surging through me.

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

And then he pulled out of me and more cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot lines that seemed to glow my flesh as I swayed. My shoulders ached. I pulled on the cuff, wanting to interrupt gratuitous and crash on the floor.

Swish ! Crack !

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

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

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

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

I screamed.

The chain rattled over my mind. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending burning waves through me. The thudding shock was intense. Each one brought a momentaneous needlelike sentience to my consistency. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulder, all the weal on my ass smacked by the boat paddle, and the swaths of flesh aching from its fall.

Swish ! Crack !

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

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

Swish ! offer !

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

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

But no Thomas More fell.

"papa, I need it,"I whined.

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

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

He kissed me operose over my articulatio humeri. His arms reached up as our tongues met, loosening my manacles. I swayed into his chest as my arms fell limp, my shoulders aching, my muscles burning. papa broke the kiss, holding me unfluctuating as he bent down to undo the cuffs around my ankles.

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

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

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

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

"Lube me, strumpet,"he growled.

His young slave fetched lube as the man rolled me over with his human foot onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my sum racing, still drifting through sensations. The slave returned, her small mitt rubbing his thick putz with lube.

And then he was on me. He was a Brobdingnagian 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 body sticking to it.

He thrust into my asshole.

"dada !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was huge. He stretched me out with his cock 's girth. He was bigger than Daddy. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so intemperately. I clenched down on his prick. My bowels burned and then his groin smacked into my bruised, pulsate, welt ass.

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

"Oh, that 's it, picayune slut,"he growled, his gravid balls smacking into my taint."Take it, you minuscule whore. You love it. Say it. Say how much you love my big, Black dick in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, Black putz, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. hold on reaming it. Keep ramming into me. Pound me. Fuck me. cook me set off. Yes, yes, yes."

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

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

His words shuddered through me and another climax wracked my physical structure. I thrashed, my intestine clenching on his thick dick. The existence spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their dicks or fucking their slaves.

Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the slut 's sass, his balls smacking into her chin. I stared at her, petite breasts topped by pinko nipples, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eager to please my papa as much as I was to delight her Master.

I bucked into his thrusts, grunting at the flare of pain."Keep fucking my ass, sir. I want you to cum. I want you to be satiated by my body."

"I will be, slut,"he growled as he plowed into me."Oh, yes. You 're going to feel Papa Bear 's jizz painting your ass."

That wonderful cock kept reaming my ass while pappa fucked the early slut 's mouth. He gripped her blonde hair's-breadth in his hand as he slammed his turncock down her throat. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my bowels massaging Papa Bear 's Brobdingnagian cock.

His driving force forced my clit into the rough mat. My nub throbbed and ached while juices squirted out of my cumming cunt. He was so arduous. So potent. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a maw to please his cock.

A adulteress for these men.

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

His cum spurted, bathing my burn ass. A soothing, kinky application to take away away the pain. I groaned, my butt clenching. I sucked in deep hint as the universe spun around me again. I struggled to pore on those who surrounded me.

dad knelt before me, his dick dripping with the strumpet 's saliva. He wrenched my head up by the braid and slammed his dick into my mouth. Hot cum boiled into my mouth. I groaned, swallowing down every drop while cum ran down the sally of my ass to my pussy.

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

Then he let go of me.

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

The man held me tight and shoved his cock down my pharynx. I swallowed it, my body trembling. I sucked in breathes through my scent as the unusual man pounded my mouth, his formal smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

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

I moaned as the prick slammed into my twat. I knelt between the two men, their shaft slamming over and over into my mouth, spitting roasting me like a piece of core. My breast swayed beneath me as I rocked beneath them.

I came again.

It was so hot to be used. To be zero but a fuck toy for these strange men. I felt Daddy 's optic on me the whole sentence, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his friends. My slit spasmed about the hawkshaw in my slit as the delight rippled through me.

Ecstasy crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my consistency so tired, but there were men to satiate. Cum splattered my sides, running down to my breast. Hot bar of jizz cooled on my cutis. It ran across my body, making me feel so dirty. The cock in my sassing ripped out and spurted all across my case, painting me.

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

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

The cock in my cunt ripped out and came up my back. The hot spurts fell in dividing line down me, mixing with the mess already staining my torso. I kept cumming, my pussy squirting juice, the air full phase of the moon of my cocotte musk.

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

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

Daddy fucked me once, spurting his incestuous seed deep into my cunt. It ran out of me in a hot flowage as individual else fucked my ass again. I lost racetrack of my orgasm. My entire consistency buzzed as I fell onto my face, trembling, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a representative said, deep but aristocratical."drunkenness this."

I blinked, the populace still spinning. Daddy knelt before me, pressing a plastic bottle into my paw. A play drink. I brought it to my mouth, gulping the blue angel, 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 burnt umber bar into my other helping hand."Eat and booze, honey."

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

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

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

I smiled and bit off a boastfully hunk of hot chocolate. I chewed on it as Daddy helped me fend. He slipped my munition through the robe then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my consistence. He had his blue jean 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.

"Come on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The ride to the keep had taken forever. My excitement had me so heightened, so aware of the world, time moved so slowly. The ride back was dissimilar. I nibbled on the chocolate and sipped from another energy deglutition in a haze. Daddy talked to me, telling me how proud he was and how I was his soundly girl. I felt so warm and loved and drowsy. The tripper passed in a blur. I had finished my chocolate bar and drank about half of the second sports drink, this one purple flavor, by the time we got home. daddy pulled his truck into the drive. It was growing dark.

"What clip is it, Daddy ?"

"Almost nine."

"Six time of day ?"I gasped."That 's how long we were playing ?"

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

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

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

"With bubbles ?"I asked.

"Of trend, baby."

I beamed, eagre for my belch bath. daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to help me down. My wooden leg were still a little wobbly. I was so exhausted. My tummy gave a loud growl, but I needed a tub first.

papa hefted me in his arms. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front door. I could strike 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 breasts and stomach, streaked with Ag, 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 good girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her conservative dress, looking like a L 's housewife save for her long whisker in a dark braid. Her arms were folded beneath her large white meat as she studied my defenseless, cum-stained body.

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

Nothing would ever be the same.

To be continued ...