“ Do we birth to do this, Daddy ?"Amanda asked as they walked the paved footpath through the Park. Already she felt ogling centre fixing on her consistence, barely covered by the tiny sundress Daddy had insisted she fag today. She liked dressing like a whore sometimes—plunging necklines, tight gym trunks 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 punter by now than to force him to tighten his grasp.

"But it's formula, dada !"She sounded exasperated.

"convention for a girl to have-to doe with herself to bemire crock ? rule for her to gag herself with her own panties while reading about getting molested in the primary's office for breaking the frock code ?"

Amanda was mum. She felt her typeface blossom. What if mortal overheard her ? What if one of the men or womanhood leering at her bouncing bosom heard her papa talk about how she played with her cunt thinking about being disciplined ? She hated how the sentiment made her nipples harden.

"And high-risk,"Daddy continued,"you did it while I was base. You tried to keep it a secret from me. You can't even hold yourself quiet."

He shook his head as his manus moved from her wrist. Still walking side by face, his fingerbreadth traced with a tingling gentleness across her forearm, up to her exposed shoulder, and then down the face of her clothes to her covered, flame hip. He gripped her there.

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

"You're going to be a good young lady today,"he said. She looked up at him, but he was still facing forward."Learn to stay tranquility if you can."

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

When they neared a field of view daddy liked, he took them off the course to a place just under the shade of one of the park's tall Tree. He released her hip and set down the bag he carried. He unfurled a snap blanket.

"grab the corner,"he ordered. She complied and helped him set the blanket down wrinkleless. He sat and she sat down across from him, making sure to rip her sun dress down over her second joint as far as she could. From this spot, she could see an episodic person or two walking on the way of life, but they were far enough away that she couldn't make out their facial saying. Still, she felt exposed.

She looked back from the route when she felt her dada grab her sandaled foot. She watched him study the length of her leg as he caressed her toes, before removing the sandal from her invertebrate foot. He did the same thing with the early and set them down just off the blanket. Her ramification and ft tingled at his mite. She squirmed and looked back at the path. She saw a couple passage 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 stage. Her dress rode up, exposing the bottom of her ass to the touch from his crotch. She pulled it down again, trying to cover her panty-covered pussy. Amanda knew she was soaked.

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

"Then they'll see how lovely and affectionate you are with your Daddy. They'll see that you want to be a good girl."

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

His 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, honey,"he comforted her. His hand was caressing her exposed bod, up and down her second joint."This is share of being a good miss. If you want to stay tranquillity and hide out what you're doing, then do it. Clearly you need to learn. pappa is just helping you be better."

His hired man moved upwards. To her amphetamine thigh, to the hemline of her dress. She felt her nerve flush.

Then his helping hand passed around to her privileged thigh. Amanda froze.

"You're drenching your thighs,"he growled smugly."You like this."His finger's breadth were now under her attire, just below where her panty covered her.

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

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

"You're flop, Daddy, I'm sorry,"she whined. She wriggled in his grasp. She couldn't help it. Her hips needed to run. She could feel dad's turncock poking at her ass.

"And you like this, too, don't you ?"He pressed against her puss mound, spilling her juice throughout the flimsy cloth of her scanty. She gasped.

"I do, Daddy. You're decent. I like it."She rocked her pussy into his finger's breadth, craving more pressure level. She was on fire.

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

"B-but, daddy,"she whined. His digit worked her scratch up and down.

"But what, honey ?"

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

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

A mathematical group of woman were walking on the path near them. As her pa touched her, toyed with her kitty, Amanda could see that one of them said something to the other two. They kept walking, but the one fair sex 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 Daddy agreed. He was still pressing and teasing her cunt, seeming not to care if anyone saw.

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

"We have to break,"Amanda whined. But dad did not barricade. He dug his finger's breadth into her pussy harder. She clamped her lips shut to fend off letting out a moan—her dada's fingerbreadth felt too good.

Amanda barely registered that the woman was about dozen substructure away from them on their blanket until the woman spoke.

"how-do-you-do there,"the woman said cheerfully.

"hullo,"her daddy said back. Amanda didn't say anything. She couldn't.

"Are you two enjoying yourselves ?"The woman 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 clock time, wouldn't you agree, dearest ?"

Amanda was mum. She had no idea what to say. Then Daddy pinched her thigh and repeated,"I said, wouldn't you agree, honey ?"

"Yes, Daddy, it's good !"She yelped. Then she brought her hands to her sassing. She had called him papa in front of a stranger ! She was humiliated.

"It's so nice seeing affection like yours,"the woman said."Do you like getting to spend time with your Daddy ?"His fingers started to run against Amanda's pussy again.

"God, yes,"Amanda moaned. She felt watery. But incredible. Being fingered and teased right there where the woman could see elevated the pleasance her Daddy was forcing into her pussy.

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

"I do !"Amanda chirped."Ooh, miss, I really do it special clip with Daddy."Amanda felt so ashamed, but it felt too upright to accept it.

The charwoman got closer and sat on her knees right on the picnic blanket with Amanda and her Daddy. She eyed up Amanda's body… her sparkling eyes, her pap heaving with her breathing spell, her barely-covered puss that her Daddy was playing with."My, that sure looks fun,"the woman said."Does your daddy have nice, strong fingerbreadth ?"

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

"Does he come to you out here a lot ?"

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

Daddy cut in."You can tell her you're being punished."

The charwoman's brow shot up, but her grin stayed."Was she bad ? What did she do ?"

"I. .."Amanda started."I was touching myself in my room. 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 charwoman laughed."You can't keep thing from your Daddy like that. Once, my fille 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 center got wide at the thought process of two early horny daughter being punished.

The woman looked up at Amanda's pop."Is she really wet,"she asked. Amanda felt her Daddy ski tow up her attire, exposing her panty-covered pussy.

"She certainly feels wet,"he replied."But get a beneficial look and tell me."With that, dad pulled Amanda's step-in to the side. Amanda could only watch as the woman gasped. She could feel a snail-trail of her own twat juice sloshing as her pappa bared her pussy to the woman. pa grabbed Amanda's thighs and pulled them, forcing Amanda's pussy flower to blossom for the woman's enjoyment.

"Oh my good !"The woman exclaimed. She leaned forward, closer to Amanda's now-open pussycat."She's gushing."

Now Daddy chuckled."Just watch over this,"he said. He sank two fingerbreadth into Amanda's twat, roughly. Amanda groaned.

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

"I can find out it,"the woman gasped."I haven't seen a pussy this wet in a while."Amanda could listen her pussy burbling on her Daddy's fingers as he hooked them up her.

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

"Ugh,"Amanda grunted. She could get word herself dribble onto the blanket as daddy's finger's breadth left her. Her Daddy held up his digit for the char to see. They were absolutely drenched. Daddy spread them, showing how far her sticky girl pick stretched between his fingers.

The charwoman leaned forward in awe."She smells wonderful,"she said."May I have a taste ?"

"Go ahead,"dad said. The womanhood plunk forward and took Amanda's dad's cuntslimed fingers between her mouth. Her organic structure shuddered as she did so. Amanda could see how the char moved her mouth on her dad. She heard the slurping sounds as the woman relished Amanda's flavor.

As the cleaning woman sucked her Daddy's fingers like it was the honorable thing she ever tasted, her dad's early bridge player found Amanda's button and played with it. Amanda felt like she was in bliss, watching this woman feast on her while her dada teased her most spiritualist spot.

The woman drew off pappa's fingerbreadth, her rima oris making an salacious popping sound."She's pleasant-tasting,"she sighed. Then, turning to Amanda,"You taste so skilful, sweetie."The womanhood pressed her lips to Amanda's, kissing her and sliding her spit rightfulness into Amanda's mouth. Amanda's daddy grabbed her hair and pushed her against the charwoman, making certainly she couldn't get away.

"Taste yourself on her tongue, child,"her Daddy said."C'mon, be a good fille and let her help you clean up that mess."His finger's breadth kept circling her clit. Amanda had no choice 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 knife spar with the charwoman's. She loved her own taste, and having this woman pass water her tasting it in a tribade park buss made it that much better.

The woman drew back from Amanda."You're such a good girl, truelove,"she said, looking at Amanda's fuck-drunk face, now quaggy with spit from their makeout."halt serious for your Daddy."The woman stood up and straightened out her own wearing apparel."I'm so glad I met you two. I'm Anne, by the way."

"Randolph,"Amanda's pa said."And this is my Amanda."He said it right as he plunged his fingers back into her. Amanda was retiring 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 sure as shooting ! I hope to see you two around."

"Likewise,"Amanda's Daddy replied."Maybe Amanda and your girlfriend could have a commons gambling date."

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

Amanda's pappa kissed her on the question as he continued to squeeze his digits in and out of her pussy."You were so good, baby,"he said."I'm so gallant of you."How he finger-fucked her drenched cunt, right there in public, had her losing her mind.

Amanda felt herself melting into her papa."Thank you, Daddy,"she sighed. She spread her pegleg wider. She didn't want to misbehave anymore.

"Don't hide matter from me anymore. You're mine."listening that sent lightning down her vertebral column and through her slit. She couldn't help it.

"Yes, daddy,"she lolled, drooling on herself, as her pussycat clamped down on his finger. She came. Hard. She knew her spittle was leaking from her backtalk. Her breadbasket would've suffering from the specialty of her cum, but the orgasm tore through her so punishing she didn't care.

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

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

"That's my daughter,"Daddy whispered in her ear.

Still panting, Amanda felt her Daddy lift her up off the picnic blanket. He was already standing—and she had been too fuck-drunk on her orgasm to notice he'd moved. He dragged her by her hand away from their spot. stifle trembling, all she could do was hold on up. She didn't trouble to adjust her dress, which was wet in the front with her puss juices. One of her mammilla was bouncing out of the fabric, on display for anyone to see.

papa pulled her behind some tree diagram, where the park was more forest-like. He grabbed her shank and pushed her up against a tree. Roughly, hungrily, he kissed her. She felt the bark of the tree at her back as dad pressed into her, his beard tickling her face, his tongue fencing into her rima oris. She couldn't resist—she could barely brook upright.

Amanda felt her pop's helping hand on her hip. He spun her around so she was facing the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. She braced herself with her hands.

"Yes, that's my missy,"he growled. He raised her dress, exposing her ass. His arm arced and pulled her sodden pantie all the way down to her ankles. He forced her twat and asshole bare with such military force that the fragile material of her underwear barely caught on her thighs. She heard an unbuckling, and then—

"Oh, screwing, Daddy ! nookie ! Oh no you're too big !"She screamed as she felt his cock tear into her bitch. Soaked and fingered, he was too thick, too long.

"You deserve this, too, dear,"he barked. However practically of his dick he had in her, he drew it back, then hammered all the way in, pounding her to her uterine cervix. Amanda felt the fart knocked out of her."You're a good daughter, right ? A molested whore who loves it ?"

"I—gah—oh dad,"she shrieked as her daddy deep-dicked her pussycat. She felt the force of her thick ass jiggling against his thrusts."I feel you in my stomach !"

"I bet you stir yourself to stories about little girls getting raped in the park, don't you ? You dirty whore. You dirty fucking whore !"He pulled her hair, forcing her rachis to arch. She didn't know if she was about to fade out or cum again."Teasing me by moaning and touching yourself. pappa's going to use you from now on, you got it ?"

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

His handwriting found her throat. She felt him lean over her body, buried to the hilt as he pumped her slow and oceanic abyss now, never withdrawing More than half his dick."Please what, baby ? Tell me what you want."

"I—oh, Daddy. .. time lag, no !"She felt him slowly starting to withdraw more and more than of his cock.

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

"Y-yes, Daddy,"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, Daddy ! I deserve your peter in my snatch ! Please fuck me. Please use my physical structure. Please !"

"trade good fille,"he smirked, and he drove home deep.

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

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

"Fu-uck !"She felt herself falling as another coming shredded her cheek closing. Her tongue fell from her mouth onto the tree bark. She didn't tutelage about the crude penchant. Her Daddy's pecker was twitching in her and spewing warmheartedness inside her. She would have fallen if he hadn't caught her by her waist.

"Every cliff, princess, take every fucking drop."He was buried so mysterious in her. Shot after nip of warmth pulsed from his turncock as it throbbed and twitched inside her. She was taking it. She knew it. She was letting her Daddy 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 be given over and buss the rachis of her head, her ear, her neck opening."adept girl, autumn pumpkin,"he said. She felt him exit her consistence, and immediately she felt a massive glob of cum spillage out of her. But she could still finger even more inwardly, even as her second joint were stained with her pa's load. Trembling, she fell to her knees, her hands sliding down the Tree as she did.

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

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

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

As she slurped up and down her daddy's cock, lapping it clean, she found herself wondering if Anne would like to taste papa out of her .