Becoming papa 's Good Girl
Chapter quintuplet : commodity miss Flogged
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 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 physical structure beneath. I bit my lip, my abdomen nervous. Today was the big day. Today I would test to pop I was his good girl.

His slavish sex slave.

A calendar week 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 mastery sex toys inside of us, a vibrator in my pussy and a butt plug in hers. Daddy promised me if I proved myself, he would kick in it to me. construct 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 suppose about that. Two weeks were up of the three week trip. It was Saturday, and Mom, along with my bratty baby Alice, would take back adjacent Lord's Day. I had worked so hard this week, obeying pop 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 yap were his.

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

And today, at the keep, I would show not only Daddy that I was his honorable girl, but early original 's with their sex striver. It was so nappy and boldface. daddy was showing me off, confident I would n't embarrass him. And the prize ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was nervous. And excited. It was a unusual sensation, one second moving ridge of heat rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the rest of my trunk. I would become so aware of my nipples rubbing against the terrycloth cloth gown, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet pussy into the cloth.

And then the next moment the nerves would hit me.

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

I had done so much with him. Last Saturday, I rode my papa 's cock on a workbench in the middle of the shopping center. And his tool was n't in my twat, but my bunghole. 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 mulct,"pop said, giving me a smile.

He was so handsome. Today he wore a simple jersey stretched over his muscular chest of drawers and a pair of jeans. His dick bulged the front. He had a boring spot job but you would never know it outside of work. He had tattoos covering his body like a grave biker and strong eyes.

masses saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my life-time. She was his sex striver, but he must have grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my barely legal cunt tighter. She had twins, my bratty sister and me. Her physical structure was getting old. She could n't compete with me. I was the new model.

And that made me happy. I would receive Daddy all to myself when I proved I was his sex slave.

The fervour returned. I bounced on the seat, my long gold braid swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the qualifying automobile and pedestrians. None of them knew my daddy was my maestro and buff. None had any idea he had taken my cherry in a dressing room at the mall. That I woke him up every morning with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a good girl.

If they noticed us, they would just think a Fatherhood with his daughter. How innocent. How cute.

A smile crossed my rim and my pussy burned hotter. I crossed my second joint beneath my gown, the itch squirming me. I wanted to she-bop right here and now. Daddy would get mad, not because I was masturbating in his truck—which I had before while we drove—but because he did n't give me license. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his submissive. I had to ask license to go visit Sun or hang out at the mall while he was at workplace. If I wanted to buy a new vacuum tube of lipstick or see a movie, I had to ask. Of course of instruction, he said yes usually. Daddy like to dote on me and repay me. I was still his fiddling princess.

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

Daddy turned off the chief street and soon we were in a residential region. I craned my neck opening. I had never been to this part of town. The houses grew expensive, boastfully, imposing, with Brobdingnagian belt of grass and bushes tended to by gardeners. At the end of the street, a large, black gate rose surrounded by heights, gray stone walls. Ivy curled along the top, the fleeceable splashing coloration across the gray.

We were here.

There was a minuscule call box. To use it, Daddy had to spread his truck door and bend low to use—it was sized for cars. He punched in a few bit and the Ezra Loomis Pound sign of the zodiac. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right, rinding open and revealing a large grand. A half-dozen cars crowded the driveway at the end.

The former guests.

My jitteriness returned as Daddy drove up the driveway. I bit my lip, staring at the large house. The owner must be rich. According to Daddy, he had a huge, buck private dungeon where sealed activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. Daddy reached the end and parked behind a common sedan. He put the truck into geared wheel and then climbed out.

I swallowed and pulled the grip. I stepped out and landed on the priming in my turnaround, my gown swirling about my leg. He grabbed his duffle bag—holding his toy dog, the collection 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 smile, stern but reassuring."It will be okay. You 'll do amazing. I believe in you."

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

I wanted to drag my feet as we approached the doorway. Today, people other than Daddy and Sun would see me naked. They would extend to me, paddle me, and even bonk me. Today was my coming out party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

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

Daddy gave my hand a squeeze.

The smack of bare feet approached. The door opened and a woman knelt, naked, in her early thirties, her soundbox tone and fit. A Negro corset wrapped about her abdomen and lifted a duad of ripe breasts into two lush mounds. silver grey rings pierced her fat nipples. Her black fuzz, long and flowing, spread across the floor. On her lower back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

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

"We 're very well, Lizzie,"pa said, hardly sparing the subservient fair sex a coup d'oeil as he led me past her.

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

Daddy paused at a door, and opened it, revealing a pocket-sized half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my bath 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 appeal, dangling from her clit, swayed between her thigh and caught the light.

I nodded my head.

"It 's line, right ?"

I nodded my head again as her centre ran up and down my dead body.

Her smiling grew."Oh, you 're going to be democratic. Ripe and Lester Willis Young. And so fresh. No ink. No piercings. Your daddy has n't marked you."

"Yet,"he said through the door.

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

"It 's okay to be a 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 head, remembering the times pappa clamped my nipples and flogged my cover. Pain and joy were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to open up as we waited. Daddy finally emerged, wearing leather fissure and a vest, his cock thrusting hard before him, his organic structure so sinewy and strong. Beneath the waistcoat, part of his barbwire tattoo was visible. flame burned up his arms, forever frozen in ink.

He took a grasp of my braid and walked, using it as a trio 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 and reddish blue luminosity spilled out of the darkness. Shadows moved. multitude were down there.

Daddy marched down without any fear. I had to comply. He had a unshakable grip on my braid. The stairs were wooden, cold. I trembled spoilt. What was going to happen down there ? Could I handle being touched and fondled by unusual men ?

But Daddy wanted me to be touched.

The stairs led into a large room. sparkle on the roof flooded soft Amytal, violets, greens, and reds across the keep, each illuminating different type of plaything. Ropes hung from one station, the adjacent had a St. Andrews Cross, then a spanking work bench, massage tabular array, and others just had manacles hanging from the walls. Men and women, dressed in versatile leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairs or move through the room. The women all had neckband or chokers about their neck opening, head lowered. Some of the sex slaves were as Young as me, others older, mother with their daughters.

I swallowed, my oral fissure growing dry as I was led into the center. hoi polloi looked at us. Men nodded to dad, calling out,"Master Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"passe-partout so-and-so."I was too nervous to think names.

One man, tall, big-shouldered and shin soot black dark used his slave, a female child my age, as his foot rest period, his leather boots propped on her back as she knelt before him. An onetime womanhood had a magical wand vibrator taped to her thigh and pressed against her pussycat hum away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and quieten before her skipper. Another woman knelt before her master copy, sucking on his hammer. Not hard, like she was trying to make him cum, just enough to consecrate him delight. A girl in a pink teddy, with pink cuffs about her wrists connected by a gold chain, perched on her Master 's lap. Another proficient missy for her daddy.

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

The man rose, his rooster pierced by a amber ring in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his body strong. He stopped before me. I could n't help staring at his hawkshaw. His deal reached out, cupping my chin and lifting my gaze.

"Master crisscross has brought his new girl to play,"the man said."strain wants to be a full girl for her dad. She wants to work hard. She is absolve to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her holes, only on her torso. Her pa wants her covered in spunk. Dirtied."

He did ?

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

"Let 's all welcome line,"the man said, bending down, his back talk nearing mine,"before the trollop 's a unadulterated mess."

My pussy clenched. I was a strumpet. dada 's fornicatress. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his back talk warm. A dribble of juice dripped down my thighs, my torso shuddering. All these eye on me, men and char both.

And then the man broke the osculation and other men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their names, but they came at me from every way. Men seized my face, kissing me backbreaking, thrusting their tongues into my oral fissure while groping my organic structure. My nipples were pinched hard by rough fingers. My ass groped. My pussy rubbed, fingers coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my tenderness beating faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

And papa watched, his weapons system folded, his eyes hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to blurt out my safe word—red light—and end the full effect. But I would n't. I would prove to him that I was his slave.

The final exam Master to kiss me was the Black man, his hard dick rubbing into my stomach. His White slave girl, kneeling at his face, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her skipper devoured my mouth. I trembled, his ebony hired man stroking me, arousing me. His gumshoe was thick.

Then he released me. I swayed, breathing hard, my eubstance flushed. So far, this was n't so bad. I could wield being kissed and touched by early men. It would make Daddy so well-chosen. He came to me, seizing my haircloth again, a proud of smile on his lips.

And then pop led me to the St. Andrew 's crisscross. It was shaped like an X, handcuff falling from the top, others at the merchant ship. charge thudded behind me. The other masters moved their chairman, forming a half-circle to watch as dada seized my arm and lifted my articulatio radiocarpea to the first manacle.

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

I heard wet sucking as slave pleased their schoolmaster. A woman let out a wet, wanton moan. Flesh slapped together. I trembled, my body growing surfactant and surface-active agent as Daddy seized my other wrist joint and lifted my arm up. The handcuff, really a leather cuff, was cinched about my wrist.

"You cook, dearest ?"pa whispered, pressing against me.

"Yes, dada,"I moaned back.

daddy bent down and jerked my right mortise joint to the foot constraint, cinching it blotto. I felt overt now, my shaved pussy on display. He moved the other one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

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

"She 's a good girlfriend,"a giggly representative said."She wants to spend a penny her Daddy happy."

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

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her hip. The little strumpet 's eager. score lucked out having such a hot cunt for a daughter. Just like her mom."

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

She had. And now I was her replacement. unseasoned, sexier, hotter. I wiggled my hips, drinking in their adept while Daddy opened up his duffle bag bag to pull out his toy. He had to a greater extent than a few scourger, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic canes, thin and flexile. Last a wooden boat paddle with cakehole drilled through its broad surface so it could drop faster and smack harder.

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

dad grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the fag end thick. It made wonderful, thuddy smacking when it hit. He stood behind me and befuddle my braid over my shoulder joint, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could feel the air brushing my body, the close almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to experience the con. I was so unrestrained. All these sexy men and hot fair sex watching me, lusting after me. I was the thinned girl here. Daddy had to be so proud of me.

The low slap of the flail struck my shoulder, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as dad swung it in an X pattern. It hit my former articulatio humeri with Sir Thomas More of the tail, a thudding smack echoed. Burning warmness radiated out of my back.

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

"Daddy,"I moaned, squirming.

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

"When she 's gear up,"daddy said.

The flail kept landing. It was howling. The pain somehow became joy. I swayed, sucking in breaths, my puss growing more and more excited. succus trickled down my thighs as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading rapture through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed commission, slapping upward now, striking the base of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my depleted binding. I gasped at the thudding shock. I lurched forward, pressing my daily round breasts into the cold alloy of the cross.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He picked up the pass, flogging my ass. The painful sensation swelled. And with my peg spread broad, sometimes a lash smacked my wet pussy. I gasped"pa"each clip, bucking, my ass clenching at the flair of pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

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

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

"Listen to her sing,"a hard worker purred, thick with lust and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my puss. My clitoris ached. Daddy was teasing me now on purpose, guiding the flail to chance on between my legs. I sucked in breaths each time. My breasts bounced as I swayed. My braid pressed between them.

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

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

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

"You may cum as practically as you want today."

The flail cracked on my pussy.

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

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

"Ooh, golden female child,"the gigglish female child said."Oh, dad, can I cum, too ?"

"Not now,"her pa said.

"Daddy,"she whined as my delight continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breaths, my delight cresting through me. I pressed my tits against the cold metallic element of the Cross, shuddering, my body so alive. I could n't stop the trembles. I gasped, a hand squeezing my ass.

"Daddy,"I purred as a tough hawkshaw pressed against my pussy.

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

A cock ring.

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

My anatomy, still spasming from my sexual climax, gripped his dick. His gang was concentrated, caressing my pussy 's wall ahead of his shaft. I trembled, my excited bitch surged with new pleasure as a man I just met fifteen second ago fucked me.

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

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

"What a bitch,"growled the man, his shaft pounding me, his groin smacking over and over into my ass. I loved the burning whiz."So tight and juicy."

"Thank you for using my young cunt, Sir,"I moaned, my pelvic arch undulating, my snatch boozing in the pleasure.

His finger pinched harder on my nipples, fingernails biting into my sensitive flesh. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His dick fucked so deep and gruelling into me. The cock ring rubbed at my sore bod, igniting my nerves, driving me towards another orgasm.

And dada watched.

I was his honest young woman. I pleased his ally. My delight swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every thrust, enjoying my hot, taut, barely legal cunt. I groaned through clenched teeth, trembling.

"nooky,"he grunted and ripped his cock out of my cunt. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're good for, jade. To have cum splattered on your ass."

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

The jizz dripped down my electrocution ass. A final examination squirt landed on my low-spirited spinal column and ran into my quip. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my slit ache more. I was so confining to cumming.

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

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

scissure !

The stinging nuisance shot through me. Tears beaded my optic and a garish screech escaped my backtalk. Daddy smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning weal and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yip ? So fucking hot."

"facial expression at that ass dance."

The pain sensation was intense. The flog 's thudding scag had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my senses. My middle thudded. I squirmed, fearing the following fall of the rod and yet craving the edged pleasure and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the painfulness could become pleasure and deport me higher and mellow. My snatch, still on the sceptre of cumming, clenched.

thunder !

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

"Good."

scissure !

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

fissure !

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 capitulum, I knew I could stop it at any moment.

But I did n't want it to stop. I wanted dad to suffer me. It made us both so glad. My tress slipped over my shoulder and fell down my back again as he played my ass like a drumfish, smacking the acrylic 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 simpleness, 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 push into me. A cock. Someone fucked me hard, driving a tenacious cock deep into my cunt. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each clock time the annonymous maestro buried his cock into me.

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

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating give-and-take sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embracing, my pussy spasming about his cock. The reality spun about me. Stars danced before my eyes as I spasmed about his thrusting cock. I gasped and sang out my passion. So near. So much pleasure and botheration. All of it surging through me.

And the hammer kept fucking me. Time had lost all meaning. There was only the whiz my helpless soundbox drank in. He pushed me against the crown of thorns as he pounded me, grunting into my ear, using my eighteen-year-old puss 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 cut my flesh as I swayed. My shoulders ached. I pulled on the manacle, wanting to relegate complimentary and flop on the floor.

Swish ! Crack !

I screamed. The wooden control panel with all the hollow smacked into my ass hard. I felt my butt-cheek suck into all the gob as it pulled away with a lowly pop. I swayed, the bother surging through me. My caput tossed.

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

"Yes, pa,"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 chains rattled over my head. I bucked and convulsed, the pain in the ass sending burning waves through me. The thudding impact was acute. Each one brought a momentary sharp awareness to my body. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulders, all the wale on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swaths of pulp aching from its fall.

Swish ! Crack !

"dada, yes !"I moaned, lost to the annoyance and pleasure. It was all the Lapplander to me.

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

Swish ! Crack !

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

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

But no more than fell.

"Daddy, I need it,"I whined.

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

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

He kissed me hard over my shoulder. His blazonry reached up as our tongues met, loosening my cuff. I swayed into his thorax as my subdivision fell limp, my shoulder aching, my muscles burning. dad broke the kiss, holding me firm as he bent down to undo the turnup around my ankles.

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

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

"Enjoy her,"dad said."The slut 's ready to be used. She wants more."

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to satiate your pecker, Sir."I stared at that pitch black slam, stroked by his young slave. Her ivory hired man could hardly wind around it.

"lube me, slovenly woman,"he growled.

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

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

He thrust into my asshole.

"pop !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was Brobdingnagian. He stretched me out with his stopcock 's girth. He was bigger than pa. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so heavy. I clenched down on his dick. My bowels burned and then his jetty smacked into my bruised, outwit, welt ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his putz as I thrashed beneath him. It was wonderful. My mind bathed in the duel sense datum of pleasure and pain. I could n't tell where one ended and the other began. Maybe it was pleasure burning across my ass and agony churned by his gumshoe thrusting deep into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, short adulteress,"he growled, his overweight ball smacking into my contamination."Take it, you picayune whore. You love it. Say it. Say how much you love my big, Black tool 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. Keep reaming it. stay fresh ramming into me. pound me. Fuck me. Make me explode. Yes, yes, yes."

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

"She 's such a right girl,"Daddy groaned while he fucked his hammer into the eighteen-year-old sex slave of the Shirley Temple Black man fucking my mouth.

His word shuddered through me and another orgasm wracked my body. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his thick shaft. The Earth spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their dicks or fucking their slaves.

Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the slut 's mouth, his balls smacking into her chin. I stared at her, diminutive breasts topped by pink nipples, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eagre to please my daddy as much as I was to delight her Master.

I bucked into his thrusts, grunting at the solar flare of pain."bread and butter ass 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 pop Bear 's jizz painting your ass."

That wonderful peter kept reaming my ass while Daddy fucked the other slovenly woman 's mouth. He gripped her blonde hair in his hand as he slammed his cock down her throat. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my bowels massaging pa Bear 's huge cock.

His jab forced my clit into the rough mat. My nub throbbed and ached while juice squirted out of my cumming cunt. He was so heavy. So strong. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a fix to delight his cock.

A slattern for these men.

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

His cum spurted, bathing my burning at the stake ass. A soothing, kinky lotion to contract away the pain. I groaned, my butt clenching. I sucked in abstruse breaths as the macrocosm spun around me again. I struggled to focus on those who surrounded me.

daddy knelt before me, his dick dripping with the slut 's saliva. He wrenched my head up by the tress and slammed his hawkshaw into my sass. Hot cum boiled into my mouth. I groaned, swallowing down every drop while cum ran down the crack of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a expert missy,"groaned daddy as I swallowed every drop.

Then he let go of me.

More cum flew, splattering across my bare back. It pooled in my thorn. Men grunted and cleaning woman panted. Daddy ripped his shaft out of my mouth and another tool replaced it, ramming deep into my sass, brushing the dorsum of my throat.

The man held me smashed and shoved his cock down my pharynx. I swallowed it, my body trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nose as the strange man pounded my backtalk, his nut smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my articulatio coxae up with strong hands and lifted me until I knelt."Let me guide you in, Master,"a throaty fair sex purred. And then a new tool rubbed at my kitty."fuck her hard, Master."

I moaned as the cock slammed into my puss. I knelt between the two men, their tool slamming over and over into my mouth, spit roasting me like a opus of meat. My breasts swayed beneath me as I rocked beneath them.

I came again.

It was so hot to be used. To be cipher but a have a go at it toy for these unknown men. I felt daddy 's centre on me the completely metre, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his booster. My pussy spasmed about the cock in my puss as the pleasure rippled through me.

Ecstasy crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my body so wear upon, but there were men to overgorge. Cum splattered my sides, running down to my breast. Hot streak of jizz cooled on my pelt. It ran across my body, making me finger so soiled. The prick in my mouth ripped out and spurted all across my look, painting me.

"screwing slut,"the man groaned."Oh, yes, you are such a pretty slovenly woman covered in cum."

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

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

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

The men used me and the other young woman. They painted my consistency in jizz. It covered me. I swam in a sea of bliss and excruciation. My ass hurt. They liked to paddle it as they fucked me or pull hard on my braid as they slammed their dicks into my mouth.

pop fucked me once, spurting his incestuous cum deep into my twat. It ran out of me in a hot deluge as somebody else fucked my ass again. I lost track of my orgasms. My entire eubstance buzzed as I fell onto my side of meat, quiver, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a vocalism said, rich but gentle."Drink this."

I blinked, the world still spinning. Daddy knelt before me, pressing a plastic nursing bottle into my hand. A sports drink. I brought it to my back talk, gulping the wild blue yonder, 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 palpate ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The drive to the donjon had taken forever. My excitement had me so heightened, so aware of the universe, time moved so slow. The ride back was different. I nibbled on the chocolate and sipped from another energy drinking in a daze. Daddy talked to me, telling me how lofty he was and how I was his honest girl. I felt so tender and loved and drowsy. The trip passed in a blur. I had finished my chocolate bar and drank about half of the arcsecond 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 hour ?"I gasped."That 's how foresightful we were playing ?"

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

"And all those prick, 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 bubbles ?"I asked.

"Of course, baby."

I beamed, eagre for my guggle bath. dada climbed out of the car then hurried around to help me down. My legs were still a little wobbly. I was so exhausted. My stomach gave a loud growl, but I needed a bathing tub first.

Daddy hefted me in his arms. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front line door. I could fall asleep in his coat of 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 tummy, streaked with silver medal, 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 solar day, proof that I was a estimable girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her conservative garb, looking like a 50 's homemaker save for her foresightful hairsbreadth in a iniquity tress. Her branch were fold beneath her big bosom as she studied my naked, cum-stained body.

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

aught would ever be the same.

To be continued ...