“ Do we birth to do this, dad ?"Amanda asked as they walked the paved nerve tract through the ballpark. Already she felt ogling eye fixing on her body, barely covered by the tiny sundress pa had insisted she jade today. She liked dressing like a whore sometimes—plunging necklines, tight gym shorts to highlight her round ass—but that was on her own terms.

"You brought this on yourself,"her Daddy replied. He gripped her wrist gently as they walked abreast. She knew upright by now than to force him to tighten his grasp.

"But it's normal, dad !"She sounded exasperated.

"Normal for a girl to touch herself to dirty vulgarism ? Normal for her to gag herself with her own panties while reading about getting molested in the primary's office for breaking the dress code ?"

Amanda was silent. She felt her nerve flush. What if soul overheard her ? What if one of the men or women leering at her bouncing tits heard her papa lecture about how she played with her pussy thought process about being disciplined ? She hated how the thought made her nipples harden.

"And spoiled,"Daddy continued,"you did it while I was home. You tried to continue it a private from me. You can't even keep yourself quiet."

He shook his head as his hand moved from her wrist. Still walking side by side, his finger traced with a tingling softness across her forearm, up to her reveal shoulder, and then down the side of her garb to her covered, flared hip. He gripped her there.

"Daddy,"she gasped. His fingers dug in tighter.

"You're going to be a safe little girl today,"he said. She looked up at him, but he was still facing forward."Learn to stay quiet if you can."

She felt herself dripping into her panties. She hated that this made her wet.

When they neared a field Daddy liked, he took them off the way to a spot just under the shade of one of the park's grandiloquent Tree. He released her hip and set down the bag he carried. He unfurled a pushover blanket.

"snap the corner,"he ordered. She complied and helped him set the blanket down unwrinkled. He sat and she sat down across from him, making for sure to pull in her sun dress down over her thigh as far as she could. From this maculation, she could see an occasional individual or two walking on the path, but they were far enough away that she couldn't make out their facial expressions. Still, she felt exposed.

She looked back from the way of life when she felt her Daddy grab her sandalled foundation. She watched him contemplate the length of her leg as he caressed her toes, before removing the sandal from her ft. He did the Sami matter with the other and set them down just off the cover. Her branch and feet tingled at his touch. She squirmed and looked back at the path. She saw a span expiration by, a man and a woman. The man gazed at her before walking out of sight.

Amanda felt her Daddy's hands grabbed her waist."D-Daddy ?"She looked back at him just as he pulled her toward him.

"Not there,"he said."Sit with me."He lifted her slightly and turned her around so she was sitting just in front of him, right between his wooden leg. Her dress rode up, exposing the bottom of her ass to the contact from his privates. She pulled it down again, trying to extend her panty-covered kitty-cat. Amanda knew she was soaked.

"We can't sit like this."No one was around, but mortal could walk by at any time and see her."What if someone sees ?"

"Then they'll see how lovely and tender you are with your pa. They'll see that you want to be a unspoiled girl."

She knew she didn't have a selection. She tried to stop squirming. She didn't want movement her ass against him. Not like this. Not where any passerby would see her.

His hired hand grasped her bare thigh."You're so pretty, baby,"he said. She felt his breath on her ear, on her neck.

"D-Daddy,"she panted.

"Shh, beloved,"he comforted her. His mitt was caressing her uncovered flesh, up and down her second joint."This is theatrical role of being a good girl. If you want to stay quiet and hide what you're doing, then do it. Clearly you need to learn. pa is just helping you be better."

His handwriting moved upwards. To her upper thigh, to the hemline of her clothes. She felt her facial expression flush.

Then his hired hand passed around to her inner second joint. Amanda froze.

"You're drenching your thighs,"he growled smugly."You like this."His fingers were now under her dress, just below where her pantie covered her.

"No, Daddy, I—ugh !"She grunted as he tugged her hair, forcing her to expect up at him.

"Don't lie."She felt him pressing her sodden panties into her, still not right on on her twat, but so close."A horny slut who plays with her twat thinking about being punished I can manage. But I will not stick out a liar."He squeezed her thigh. It hurt. But it was the kind of hurt she touched herself thinking about.

"You're right, Daddy, I'm sorry,"she whined. She wriggled in his hold. She couldn't help it. Her hips needed to move. She could feel Daddy's tool poking at her ass.

"And you like this, too, don't you ?"He pressed against her slit hummock, spilling her succus throughout the fragile fabric of her panties. She gasped.

"I do, Daddy. You're right. I like it."She rocked her snatch into his finger, craving Thomas More imperativeness. She was on fire.

"Shhh,"pa whispered right in her ear."You want to stay quiet, don't you ? You don't want anyone to know what a needy whore you are."

"B-but, Daddy,"she whined. His finger worked her slit up and down.

"But what, honey ?"

"I'm so wet. pa. .. Oh, please, please rival me more."

"That's my good girl."He stabbed his fingers at her still-covered pussy pitcher, pushing some of the material into her twat. Amanda shrugged forward and bit her lip, stifling a groan, as her pappa molested her right there. It was like the dirty tale she read alone in her room.

A group of woman were walking on the path near them. As her dada touched her, toyed with her pussy, Amanda could see that one of them said something to the early two. They kept walking, but the one cleaning lady stopped and looked right at them.

"I think she sees us,"Amanda muttered, trying not to moan her pleasure.

"I think she does, kitten,"her pappa agreed. He was still pressing and teasing her cunt, seeming not to care if anyone saw.

The woman walked towards them. She was maybe fifty feet away when she stopped. She had a quizzical look on her face. Amanda looked past her, then back at the cleaning lady, and then at her pop. He was smiling. Amanda faced forward again. Now the woman was smiling, too. She kept walking forward.

"We have to halt,"Amanda whined. But Daddy did not end. He dug his finger's breadth into her puss harder. She clamped her lips shut to avert letting out a moan—her Daddy's finger's breadth felt too good.

Amanda barely registered that the woman was about XII metrical foot away from them on their blanket until the woman spoke.

"hi there,"the char said cheerfully.

"Hello,"her dada said back. Amanda didn't say anything. She couldn't.

"Are you two enjoying yourselves ?"The cleaning lady asked. There was no hiding it now. Daddy's hand was plainly under Amanda's dress.

"Oh, I should say so. I think Amanda here is having a lovely meter, wouldn't you agree, beloved ?"

Amanda was mum. She had no musical theme what to say. Then pop pinched her second joint and repeated,"I said, wouldn't you agree, honey ?"

"Yes, Daddy, it's dear !"She yelped. Then she brought her hands to her lip. She had called him pappa in forepart of a stranger ! She was humiliated.

"It's so nice seeing affection like yours,"the woman said."Do you like getting to drop time with your papa ?"His fingerbreadth started to move against Amanda's kitty again.

"God, yes,"Amanda moaned. She felt weak. But unbelievable. Being fingered and teased right there where the cleaning lady could see elevated the pleasance her dad was forcing into her pussy.

"William Tell her, honey,"Daddy said."Tell her you like having special time with Daddy."

"I do !"Amanda chirped."Ooh, missy, I really have intercourse limited time with Daddy."Amanda felt so ashamed, but it felt too ripe to admit it.

The woman got closer and sat on her knees right on the walkover blanket with Amanda and her dad. She eyed up Amanda's body… her sparkling eye, her tits heaving with her breathing place, her barely-covered pussy that her Daddy was playing with."My, that sure looks fun,"the cleaning woman said."Does your Daddy have nice, unattackable fingers ?"

"He—he does,"Amanda moaned throatily."They feel wonderful."

"Department of Energy he touch on you out here a lot ?"

"N-no,"Amanda grunted."It's. .. Um. .. ."

dada cut in."You can order her you're being punished."

The cleaning lady's supercilium shot up, but her smile stayed."Was she bad ? What did she do ?"

"I. .."Amanda started."I was touching myself in my way. And I was trying to be quiet. B-but Daddy—ohhh—Daddy heard me."Daddy's early hand was now on her hip, keeping her rocking into his molesting finger's breadth as she talked to the woman.

The woman laughed."You can't sustain things from your pappa like that. Once, my young lady took one of my vibrators without asking. They were sorry after that. I tied them up facing each other and left it on both their clit. They never tried that again."Amanda's eye got all-embracing at the mentation of two other horny missy being punished.

The woman looked up at Amanda's dada."Is she really wet,"she asked. Amanda felt her Daddy rhytidoplasty up her dress, exposing her panty-covered pussy.

"She sure feels wet,"he replied."But get a good feeling and recount me."With that, daddy pulled Amanda's pantie to the English. Amanda could only observe as the woman gasped. She could sense a snail-trail of her own puss juice sloshing as her Daddy bared her slit to the woman. daddy grabbed Amanda's second joint and pulled them, forcing Amanda's cunt flush to blossom for the woman's enjoyment.

"Oh my goodness !"The woman exclaimed. She leaned forward, closemouthed to Amanda's now-open pussy."She's gushing."

Now Daddy chuckled."Just find out this,"he said. He sank two finger's breadth into Amanda's pussy, roughly. Amanda groaned.

"Oh no, daddy !"She wailed. But she also wiggled against his fingers, helping him to tug them up her cunt deeper. Her jaw went slack as pappa rubbed the front wall of her cunt from the inside."Oooh !"

"I can learn it,"the woman gasped."I haven't seen a kitty this wet in a while."Amanda could take heed her pussycat burbling on her pa's fingerbreadth as he hooked them up her.

"That's nothing. Look what a whore she is,"her Daddy said. He pulled his fingers out of Amanda's juicy quim.

"Ugh,"Amanda grunted. She could hear herself drop onto the blanket as Daddy's finger left her. Her daddy held up his fingers for the fair sex to see. They were absolutely drenched. pa spread them, showing how far her steamy missy pick stretched between his fingers.

The womanhood leaned forward in awe."She smells wonderful,"she said."May I have a gustatory modality ?"

"Go ahead,"Daddy said. The woman dove forward and took Amanda's Daddy's cuntslimed finger's breadth between her mouth. Her body shuddered as she did so. Amanda could see how the woman moved her mouthpiece on her pa. She heard the slurping sounds as the cleaning lady relished Amanda's flavor.

As the adult female sucked her pop's finger like it was the best thing she ever tasted, her Daddy's other hand found Amanda's clit and played with it. Amanda felt like she was in bliss, watching this cleaning lady feast on her while her Daddy teased her most tender spot.

The woman drew off Daddy's fingers, her mouth making an obscene pop sound."She's toothsome,"she sighed. Then, turning to Amanda,"You taste so unspoilt, sweetie."The cleaning woman pressed her lips to Amanda's, kissing her and sliding her spit right wing into Amanda's backtalk. Amanda's daddy grabbed her fuzz and pushed her against the charwoman, making sure she couldn't get away.

"penchant yourself on her tongue, baby,"her pappa said."C'mon, be a expert girl and let her aid you make clean up that mess."His finger kept circling her clit. Amanda had no selection but to let the woman tongue-feed her her very own pussy. She tentatively extended her own tongue at first before leaning in and letting her tongue sparring with the cleaning woman's. She loved her own sense of taste, and having this woman fix her taste it in a lesbian car park buss made it that much better.

The woman drew back from Amanda."You're such a safe girl, sweetheart,"she said, looking at Amanda's fuck-drunk face, now sloppy with spit from their makeout."halt honorable for your Daddy."The woman stood up and straightened out her own clothes."I'm so sword lily I met you two. I'm Anne, by the way."

"Randolph,"Amanda's Daddy said."And this is my Amanda."He said it right as he plunged his finger back into her. Amanda was past tense caring—she loved the violation.

"You two are just lovely. And now I'm flustered. I'll be riding my girls'faces when they get done with association football practice today, that's for trusted ! I hope to see you two around."

"Likewise,"Amanda's pa replied."Maybe Amanda and your miss could make a park gaming date."

The woman smiled and walked away. Amanda could see her rubbing her second joint together.

Amanda's Daddy kissed her on the brain as he continued to pierce his digits in and out of her pussy."You were so good, babe,"he said."I'm so lofty of you."How he finger-fucked her imbrue cunt, right there in public, had her losing her mind.

Amanda felt herself melt into her dada."Thank you, pop,"she sighed. She spread her legs wider. She didn't want to misconduct anymore.

"Don't hide things from me anymore. You're mine."audience that sent lightning down her prickle and through her cunt. She couldn't supporter it.

"Yes, daddy,"she lolled, drooling on herself, as her cunt clamped down on his finger's breadth. She came. Hard. She knew her spit was leaking from her mouth. Her abdomen would've detriment from the posture of her cum, but the orgasm tore through her so punishing she didn't care.

"Oh, Mandy,"her Daddy sighed. He kept pumping her twat, wringing every bit out of his little little girl's orgasm that he could."You love being a molested petty whore, don't you ? You deserve this, don't you ?"

"I do, Daddy !"She whimpered."Thank you ! give thanks you for touching meeee !"As she came down from her sexual climax, she found her Daddy's fingers prodding her mouth. She was done being bad. Dutifully, she took them into her lip and sucked, cleaning up as much of her own cunthoney as she could.

"That's my little girl,"pa whispered in her ear.

Still panting, Amanda felt her Daddy lift her up off the picnic mantle. He was already standing—and she had been too fuck-drunk on her climax to notice he'd moved. He dragged her by her hand away from their pip. knee joint trembling, all she could do was keep open up. She didn't bother to line up her garb, which was wet in the front with her cunt juice. One of her tits was bouncing out of the fabric, on display for anyone to see.

pa pulled her behind some tree diagram, where the park was more forest-like. He grabbed her waist and pushed her up against a Tree. Roughly, hungrily, he kissed her. She felt the bark of the tree at her rachis as papa pressed into her, his whiskers tickling her face, his spit fencing into her mouth. She couldn't resist—she could barely stand upright.

Amanda felt her papa's hands on her pelvic arch. He spun her around so she was facing the Tree. She braced herself with her hands.

"Yes, that's my girl,"he growled. He raised her frock, exposing her ass. His arm arced and pulled her sodden panty all the way down to her mortise joint. He forced her twat and asshole bare with such force that the flimsy fabric of her underwear barely caught on her thighs. She heard an unbuckling, and then—

"Oh, screw, Daddy ! Fuck ! Oh no you're too big !"She screamed as she felt his prick tear into her pussy. Soaked and fingered, he was too thick, too long.

"You deserve this, too, dearest,"he barked. However much of his cock he had in her, he drew it back, then hammered all the way in, pounding her to her cervix. Amanda felt the jazz knocked out of her."You're a good missy, right ? A molested whore who loves it ?"

"I—gah—oh Daddy,"she shrieked as her Daddy deep-dicked her kitty. She felt the strength of her deep ass jiggling against his push."I feel you in my stomach !"

"I bet you tinge yourself to tarradiddle about little girls getting raped in the Park, don't you ? You dirty whore. You dirty fucking whore !"He pulled her hair, forcing her cover to archway. She didn't know if she was about to overtake out or cum again."Teasing me by moaning and touching yourself. Daddy's going to use you from now on, you got it ?"

"I—oh fuck—oh, Daddy, please !"She felt her body quivering.

His paw found her throat. She felt him tip over her body, buried to the hilt as he pumped her sluggish and cryptical now, never withdrawing more than half his cock."Please what, baby ? Tell me what you want."

"I—oh, dad. .. wait, no !"She felt him slowly starting to withdraw more than and to a greater extent of his cock.

"Want more, baby ?"His interpreter dripped with satisfaction.

"Y-yes, pa,"she whimpered.

"Then tell me,"he growled."Tell me you deserve it."

She paused and panted. But she didn't care anymore."I deserve it, dada ! I deserve your tool in my cunt ! Please fuck me. Please use my body. Please !"

"good miss,"he smirked, and he drove home base deep.

"Oh fuck yes !"She yelled, as her pa pummeled her cunt. She felt like he was rearranging her insides."I'm going to—oh—please keep—yes !"

"Cum on this pecker, gripe !"He roared."Cream my cock while I breed you."

"Fu-uck !"She felt herself falling as another orgasm shredded her nerve endings. Her tongue fell from her mouth onto the tree bark. She didn't care about the earthy appreciation. Her pop's cock was twitching in her and spewing warmth inside her. She would induce fallen if he hadn't caught her by her waist.

"Every drop, princess, take every fucking drop."He was buried so deep in her. dead reckoning after shooter of lovingness pulsed from his cock as it throbbed and twitched inside her. She was taking it. She knew it. She was letting her pop inseminate her body, and she couldn't be happier about it.

When she no longer felt him firing cum up her slit, she felt him angle over and osculate the back of her head, her ear, her neck."Good daughter, pumpkin,"he said. She felt him cash in one's chips her body, and immediately she felt a monolithic glob of cum spillage out of her. But she could still feel even more inside, even as her second joint were stained with her papa's burden. Trembling, she fell to her knees, her manus sliding down the tree as she did.

She looked up to see that pop had walked around so he could see her face. His cock—barely softened from fucking her—glistened with both of their sex succus. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his dick.

She didn't want to agitate. She opened her lip and took him into her mouth, tasting the mess.

"That's my girl,"he said contentedly."Suck it sporting. sample your fucking breeding off me."

As she slurped up and down her Daddy's shaft, lapping it fresh, she found herself wondering if Anne would like to taste dad out of her .