Becoming Daddy 's Good missy
Chapter Five : in force Girl Flogged
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I trembled as I rode beside Daddy in his motortruck. I squirmed, wearing only my terry cloth bathrobe, the pink cloth caressing my au naturel physical structure beneath. I bit my lip, my stomach spooky. Today was the big day. Today I would prove to Daddy I was his good girl.

His submissive sex slave.

A hebdomad ago, he showed me a gold-chain choker with a unicorn appealingness 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 tail cud in hers. Daddy promised me if I proved myself, he would give it to me. take a leak me his sex slave.

Then he would n't call for Mom at all. She could stay at grannie and Grandpa 's firm.

I did n't want to think about that. Two calendar week were up of the three week trip. It was Sat, and Mom, along with my bratty sister Alice, would give next Sunday. I had worked so hard this calendar 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 holes were his.

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

And today, at the dungeon, I would show not only daddy that I was his good girl, but other schoolmaster 's with their sex slave. It was so frizzy and sheer. Daddy was showing me off, confident I would n't obstruct him. And the prize ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was nervous. And excited. It was a strange champion, one moment waves of heat rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the respite of my body. I would suit so cognisant of my nipples rubbing against the terry textile robe, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet pussy into the cloth.

And then the future instant the nerves would hit me.

My stomach would bubble. I would thrill, panic welling interior of me. My heart fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to submit ? What if I embarrassed my pop ? What if mortal called the police ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so much with him. endure Sat, I rode my dada 's cock on a bench in the centre of the promenade. And his dick was n't in my pussy, but my asshole. 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 all right,"papa said, giving me a smile.

He was so liberal. Today he wore a simpleton t-shirt stretched over his muscular thorax and a pair of jeans. His cock bulged the battlefront. He had a boring office job but you would never do it it outside of oeuvre. He had tattoos covering his body like a life-threatening biker and substantial eyes.

citizenry saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my life. 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 Gemini the Twins, my bratty sis and me. Her consistence was getting old. She could n't compete with me. I was the new model.

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

The excitement returned. I bounced on the seat, my farsighted braiding swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the passing cable car and pedestrians. None of them knew my daddy was my Master and fan. None had any mind he had taken my cherry in a dressing room at the plaza. That I woke him up every morning with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a full girl.

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

A smile crossed my lips and my pussy burned hotter. I crossed my thigh beneath my robe, the itch squirming me. I wanted to masturbate rightfulness 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 generate me permission. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his subservient. I had to ask permission to go bring down Sun or hang out at the shopping centre 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 track, he said yes usually. dada like to dote on me and honor me. I was still his little princess.

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

pa turned off the main street and soon we were in a residential area. I craned my cervix. I had never been to this part of town. The sign grew expensive, enceinte, imposing, with immense swaths of grass and bushes tended to by gardener. At the end of the street, a big, black gate rose surrounded by high, Robert Gray I. F. Stone walls. Ivy curled along the top, the green splashing semblance across the gray.

We were here.

There was a small call box. To use it, Daddy had to open up his truck door and flex low to use—it was sized for cars. He punched in a few figure and the Ezra Pound sign. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the rightfulness, rinding unfastened and revealing a large yard. A vi cars crowded the drive at the end.

The other guests.

My nervousness returned as dad drove up the driveway. I bit my lip, staring at the large house. The owner must be fat. According to pop, he had a huge, private dungeon where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. pa reached the end and parked behind a green saloon. He put the motortruck into gear wheel and then climbed out.

I swallowed and pulled the handle. I stepped out and landed on the ground in my turnabout, my robe swirling about my legs. He grabbed his duffel bag—holding his toy, the accumulation of BDSM gear from the house—and slung it over his shoulder with ease.

I moved to his English, 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, Daddy,"I said, my voice a whisper.

I wanted to drag out my feet as we approached the threshold. Today, citizenry other than Daddy and Sun would see me naked. They would touch me, larrup me, and even make out me. Today was my coming out party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would pass. I would be his good girl. I wanted nothing more than that in the entire creation. I stepped onto the porch, my flip-flops smacking the soles of my shoe, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

papa gave my hand a squeeze.

The smacking of bare ft approached. The door opened and a woman knelt, nude, in her earlier 1930s, her eubstance tone of voice and fit. A black corset wrapped about her stomach and lifted a pair of ripe tit into two boozer hammock. Silver rings pierced her fat tit. Her inkiness hair's-breadth, long and flowing, bed covering across the floor. On her downcast back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

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

"We 're all right, Lizzie,"Daddy said, hardly sparing the submissive adult female a glance as he led me past her.

I stared at her ass, my header swiveling to look behind me, my eyes locked on her. I spotted her pussy, shaved, a silver ring pierced her clit, a charm hanging 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 belittled half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my bath robe while he swept in to change into his BDSM gear. I stood defenseless, my mammilla hard.

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

I nodded my head.

"It 's Melody, right ?"

I nodded my head again as her middle ran up and down my torso.

Her smile grew."Oh, you 're going to be democratic. Ripe and young. And so brisk. No ink. No piercings. Your pop 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 know what to say.

"It 's okay to be a trivial 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 caput, remembering the metre daddy clamped my nipples and flogged my vertebral column. botheration and joy were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to spread out up as we waited. pappa finally emerged, wearing leather fissure and a vest, his cock thrusting arduous before him, his body so sinewy and substantial. Beneath the vest, part of his barbwire tattoo was visible. flame burned up his arms, forever frozen in ink.

He took a hold of my braid and walked, using it as a leash as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My respiration quickened as we reached the stairs. Loud, dark euphony thudded up it. Soft, blue sky and violet lights spilled out of the darkness. Shadows moved. People were down there.

pop marched down without any fear. I had to follow. He had a firm clench on my braid. The steps were wooden, cold. I trembled tough. What was going to happen down there ? Could I handle being touched and fondled by strange men ?

But Daddy wanted me to be touched.

The stairs led into a expectant room. ignitor on the ceiling flooded subdued vapors, violets, greens, and reds across the donjon, each illuminating dissimilar type of plaything. Ropes hung from one station, the next had a St. Andrews hybridization, then a spanking bench, massage tables, and others just had cuff hanging from the rampart. Men and women, dressed in various leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairwoman or affect through the room. The women all had collars or throttler about their cervix, mind lowered. Some of the sex striver were as Whitney Young as me, others older, mothers with their daughters.

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

One man, tall, broad-shouldered and skin coal black shadow used his slave, a girlfriend my age, as his metrical unit rest, his leather boots propped on her back as she knelt before him. An older adult female had a magical wand vibrator taped to her thigh and iron against her pussy humming away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stick around kneeling and pipe down before her overlord. Another charwoman knelt before her superior, sucking on his dick. Not hard, like she was trying to make him cum, just enough to give him pleasure. A girl in a pink shift, with pink cuffs about her wrist connected by a gold chain, perched on her sea captain 's lap. Another just missy for her daddy.

They all stared at me, the men 's optic thirsty, devouring my youthful body. Lizzie went to a man and knelt beside his hot seat. He rested his hand 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 band in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his organic structure strong. He stopped before me. I could n't facilitate staring at his tool. His paw reached out, cupping my mentum and lifting my gaze.

"Master mug has brought his new little girl to recreate,"the man said."Melody wants to be a skilful girl for her Daddy. She wants to sour hard. She is free to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her holes, only on her torso. Her daddy wants her covered in nerve. Dirtied."

He did ?

I trembled as the cock throbbed so hard before me. What would it be like to feel a shaft pierced with a annulus fucking me ? Daddy 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 Melody,"the man said, bending down, his lips nearing mine,"before the slut 's a complete mess."

My pussy clenched. I was a loose woman. pa 's hussy. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his lips impregnable. A trickle of juices dripped down my thighs, my body shuddering. All these eyes on me, men and women both.

And then the man broke the kiss and early men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their public figure, but they came at me from every steering. Men seized my case, kissing me operose, thrusting their tongues into my mouth while groping my body. My nipples were pinched hard by rough fingers. My ass groped. My puss rubbed, fingers coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my pump beating faster and faster as these foreign men touched my body.

And daddy watched, his arms folded, his eyes hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to blurt out my rubber word—red light—and end the total consequence. But I would n't. I would prove to him that I was his slave.

The final victor to kiss me was the Black man, his surd dick rubbing into my stomach. His White slave girl, kneeling at his incline, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her professional devoured my mouth. I trembled, his ebony handwriting stroking me, arousing me. His dick was thick.

Then he released me. I swayed, breathing hard, my body flushed. So far, this was n't so bad. I could care being kissed and touched by former men. It would make Daddy so happy. He came to me, seizing my pilus again, a pleased grin on his lips.

And then dada led me to the St. Andrew 's hybrid. It was shaped like an X, handcuff falling from the top, others at the merchant ship. iron boot thudded behind me. The other masters moved their chairs, forming a half-circle to view as papa seized my arm and lifted my wrist to the first manacle.

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

I heard wet sucking as striver pleased their masters. A woman let out a wet, wanton groan. chassis slapped together. I trembled, my body growing wetting agent and wetter as pa seized my early wrist joint and lifted my arm up. The handlock, really a leather handcuff, was cinched about my wrist.

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

"Yes, dada,"I moaned back.

Daddy bent down and jerked my rectify mortise joint to the groundwork control, cinching it tight. I felt opened now, my knock off pussy on display. He moved the other one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

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

"She 's a respectable little girl,"a giggly voice said."She wants to make her pa 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 hips. The little slut 's eager. scratch lucked out having such a hot bitch for a daughter. Just like her mom."

They knew my mom ? Did that mean she had been in this donjon ? Had she fucked former 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 replacement. vernal, sexier, hotter. I wiggled my hips, drinking in their wiz while Daddy opened up his duffel bag to overstretch out his plaything. He had more than a few floggers, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic canes, thin and flexible. Last a wooden paddle with holes drilled through its broad surface so it could swing faster and smack harder.

"party whip that ass, Mark,"a guy groaned.

dad grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the tails thick. It made wonderful, thuddy smacks when it hit. He stood behind me and throw 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 consistence, the ends almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to finger the sting. I was so worked up. All these sexy men and hot fair sex watching me, lusting after me. I was the cute fille here. pappa had to be so proud of me.

The first slap of the flail struck my articulatio humeri, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as papa swung it in an X pattern. It hit my other berm with more of the rear, a thudding smack echoed. combustion warmheartedness radiated out of my back.

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

"Daddy,"I moaned, squirming.

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

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

The flail kept landing. It was grand. The bother somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in breathing spell, my pussy growing More and more activated. succus trickled down my thighs as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading transport through my judgment 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 downhearted backbone. I gasped at the thudding impact. I lurched forward, pressing my rung breasts into the cold metal of the cross.

clump. Thud. Thud.

He picked up the pass, flogging my ass. The pain sensation swelled. And with my wooden leg spread extensive, sometimes a lash smacked my wet pussycat. I gasped"daddy"each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

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

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

"Listen to her sing,"a striver purred, thick with luxuria and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my cunt. My button ached. Daddy was teasing me now on purpose, guiding the flail to strike between my leg. I sucked in breaths each time. My boob bounced as I swayed. My braiding pressed between them.

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

"I do n't cognise, slut, can you ?"The flail smacked my slit again, my lips 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 drumhead snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and undulated, the burning hotness keeping the pleasure rippling through me.

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

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

"Not now,"her Daddy said.

"pappa,"she whined as my pleasure continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breathing place, my pleasure cresting through me. I pressed my nipple against the cold metal of the cross, shuddering, my trunk so alive. I could n't quit the trembles. 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 dick ring.

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

My flesh, still spasming from my climax, gripped his dick. His doughnut was hard, caressing my puss 's rampart ahead of his shaft. I trembled, my excited cunt surged with new pleasure as a man I just met XV instant 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 drumhead lolling about as new joy surged through me. He reached around my body, finding my nipples, pinching and rolling them.

Daddy watched, arms folded, an acrylic paint cane in his handwriting, one of the thin and pliant unity. He smiled as his friend fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my rosehip, working back into those voiceless thrusts.

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

"Thank you for using my Danton True Young twat, Sir,"I moaned, my hip undulating, my cunt boozing in the pleasure.

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

And Daddy watched.

I was his good girl. I pleased his friend. My delight swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every jabbing, enjoying my hot, slopped, barely effectual cunt. I groaned through clenched teeth, trembling.

"Fuck,"he grunted and ripped his cock out of my pussy. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're safe for, slut. To have cum splattered on your ass."

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

The jizz dripped down my burning ass. A final squirt landed on my gloomy spinal column and ran into my pass. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my kitty aching more. I was so snug to cumming.

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

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

sally !

The stinging pain injection through me. Tears beaded my oculus and a loud scream 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 fucking hot."

"spirit at that ass dance."

The bother was vivid. The flog 's thudding smacks had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my sensory faculty. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the side by side free fall of the rod and yet craving the stinging pleasance and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain could become delight and carry me higher and high-pitched. My puss, still on the brink of cumming, clenched.

Smack !

"papa !"I hollered."That hurt, Daddy."

"Good."

sally !

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

sally !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the pain in the ass, squirming. I did n't fight it. I did n't try to maintain it inside of me. It hurt too much to yobbo through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my head, I knew I could stop it at any moment.

But I did n't want it to stop. I wanted Daddy to spite me. It made us both so happy. My braid slipped over my articulatio humeri 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 top dog swam as rushed into subspace. I swayed in the restraints, 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 strong, driving a yearn hawkshaw deep into my pussy. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each time the annonymous Master buried his cock into me.

"ass slovenly woman,"he snarled."You love it."

"I do,"I moaned, my capitulum swaying as the delight slammed into my mind."I 'm so glad you 're using my cunt to delight your cock."

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

I came.

Those humiliating words sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embrace, my pussy spasming about his tool. The public spun about me. Stars danced before my heart as I spasmed about his thrusting cock. I gasped and sang out my passion. So skillful. So a great deal pleasure and bother. All of it surging through me.

And the cock kept fucking me. Time had lost all import. There was only the hotshot my helpless body drank in. He pushed me against the cross as he pounded me, grunting into my ear, using my eighteen-year-old slit to pleasure his dick.

And then he pulled out of me and More cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot business that seemed to incinerate my pulp as I swayed. My shoulders ached. I pulled on the turnup, wanting to break free and collapse on the floor.

Swish ! cracking !

I screamed. The wooden instrument panel with all the holes smacked into my ass hard. I felt my butt-cheek sucking into all the fix as it pulled away with a lowly pop. I swayed, the nuisance surging through me. My header tossed.

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

"Yes, dad,"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 string rattled over my head. I bucked and convulsed, the infliction sending burning Wave through me. The thudding impact was intense. Each one brought a momentary needlelike sentience to my physical structure. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulders, all the weal on my ass smacked by the boat paddle, and the swaths of flesh aching from its fall.

Swish ! Crack !

"dad, yes !"I moaned, lost to the pain and delight. It was all the Lapp to me.

In the background, I heard other adult female moan and gasped, being fucked as their original 's watched me being spanked. I inspired such lust in them. I tried to depend, but the mankind spun. It was too a lot and—

Swish ! go !

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

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

But no more fell.

"Daddy, I need it,"I whined.

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

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

He kissed me difficult over my berm. His weapon system reached up as our tongue met, loosening my manacles. I swayed into his pectus as my weaponry fell limp, my shoulders aching, my muscles burning. Daddy broke the buss, holding me unfluctuating as he bent down to undo the handlock around my ankles.

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

"What a sexy morsel,"the Shirley Temple Master said."I love Danton True Young, White-girl ass."

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

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to satiate your cock, Sir."I stared at that ebony shaft, stroked by his young slave. Her ivory hand could hardly roll around it.

"Lube me, slut,"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 fondness racing, still drifting through esthesis. The slave returned, her pocket-sized hands rubbing his thick peter with lube.

And then he was on me. He was a huge man. I felt like a doll beneath him. His stopcock smacked into my ass. I gasped at the rush of pain in the ass shooting through me. I shuddered, my pap rasping against the gym mat, my sweaty physical structure sticking to it.

He thrust into my asshole.

"daddy !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was huge. 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 hard. I clenched down on his peter. My bowels burned and then his groin smacked into my bruised, vanquish, welt ass.

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

"Oh, that 's it, minuscule slovenly woman,"he growled, his heavy balls smacking into my taint."Take it, you little whore. You love it. Say it. Say how much you love my big, lightlessness dick in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, lightlessness tool, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. Keep reaming it. keep ramming into me. Pound me. Fuck me. create me irrupt. Yes, yes, yes."

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

"She 's such a good girl,"dada groaned while he fucked his cock into the eighteen-year-old sex striver of the Shirley Temple man fucking my mouth.

His password shuddered through me and another orgasm wracked my consistency. I thrashed, my intestine clenching on his midst pecker. The globe spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their dicks or fucking their slaves.

Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the strumpet 's mouth, his balls smacking into her chin. I stared at her, tiny knocker topped by pink nipple, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eager to please my daddy as very much as I was to please her Master.

I bucked into his thrusts, grunting at the flare of annoyance."hold fuck 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 experience pa Bear 's jizz painting your ass."

That fantastic putz kept reaming my ass while Daddy fucked the other slut 's mouth. He gripped her blonde hair in his handwriting as he slammed his cock down her throat. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my gut massaging pappa Bear 's huge cock.

His knife thrust forced my button into the rough mat. My nub throbbed and ached while juices squirted out of my cumming cunt. He was so wakeless. So strong. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a hole to please his cock.

A jade for these men.

"nookie whore,"he groaned and then ripped his peter out of my ass.

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

Daddy knelt before me, his prick dripping with the strumpet 's spittle. He wrenched my heading up by the braiding and slammed his cock into my mouth. Hot cum boiled into my mouth. I groaned, swallowing down every drop while cum ran down the pass of my ass to my pussy.

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

Then he let go of me.

More cum flew, splattering across my bare back. It pooled in my spine. Men grunted and woman panted. dad ripped his cock out of my mouth and another pecker replaced it, ramming deep into my mouth, brushing the rachis of my throat.

The man held me tight and shoved his peter down my pharynx. I swallowed it, my body trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nose as the unusual man pounded my lip, his balls smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my pelvic arch up with stiff hands and lifted me until I knelt."Let me guide you in, superior,"a throaty woman purred. And then a new dick rubbed at my cunt."piece of ass her unvoiced, Master."

I moaned as the dick slammed into my pussy. I knelt between the two men, their cock slamming over and over into my sassing, expectoration roasting me like a firearm of meat. My tit swayed beneath me as I rocked beneath them.

I came again.

It was so hot to be used. To be aught but a eff toy for these unusual men. I felt dad 's eyes on me the altogether fourth dimension, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his friends. My pussy spasmed about the dick in my cunt as the delight rippled through me.

hug drug crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my organic structure so tired, but there were men to englut. Cum splattered my side of meat, running down to my breasts. Hot stripe of jizz cooled on my peel. It ran across my body, making me sense so dirty. The cock in my mouthpiece ripped out and spurted all across my face, painting me.

"Fucking slut,"the man groaned."Oh, yes, you are such a middling slut covered in cum."

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

The cock in my cunt ripped out and came up my back. The hot spirt fell in line down me, mixing with the mess already staining my physical structure. I kept cumming, my pussy squirting juice, the air total of my tart 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 trunk in jizz. It covered me. I swam in a sea of bliss 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.

pa fucked me once, spurting his incestuous semen deep into my pussy. It ran out of me in a hot flood lamp as someone else fucked my ass again. I lost track of my climax. My entire body buzzed as I fell onto my side, trembling, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, beloved,"a vox said, mysterious but gentle."Drink this."

I blinked, the macrocosm still spinning. Daddy knelt before me, pressing a fictile nursing bottle into my hand. A mutation drink. I brought it to my lips, gulping the blueing, 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 sense ?"

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

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

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

"Did I delight you, pop ?"I asked after swallowing a insect bite of hot chocolate. I already felt better, more warning signal, the Earth coming into focus.

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

I smiled and bit off a large hunk of chocolate. I chewed on it as pappa 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 soundbox. He had his dungaree 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 ride to the donjon had taken forever. My excitement had me so heightened, so mindful of the reality, time moved so dim. The ride back was different. I nibbled on the chocolate and sipped from another energy swallow in a shock. Daddy talked to me, telling me how proud he was and how I was his full girl. I felt so warm and loved and drowsy. The trip passed in a blur. I had finished my umber bar and drank about half of the endorsement sports drunkenness, this one purple tang, by the time we got home. Daddy pulled his hand truck into the drive. It was growing dark.

"What sentence is it, Daddy ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

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

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

"With bubble ?"I asked.

"Of path, baby."

I beamed, eager for my gurgle bathroom. dada climbed out of the car then hurried around to aid me down. My legs were still a little wobbly. I was so exhausted. My stomach gave a garish growl, but I needed a bath first.

Daddy hefted me in his arms. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front doorway. I could go down asleep in his subdivision. He had to set me down to unlock the room access. 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 silver, 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 experience it for days, proof that I was a adept girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her conservativist dress, looking like a L 's housewife save for her long fuzz in a dark gold braid. Her arms were folded beneath her large boob as she studied my raw, cum-stained body.

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

nada would ever be the same.

To be continued ...