Becoming pappa 's Good Girl
Chapter five-spot : Good Girl Flogged
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

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

His submissive sex slave.

A week ago, he showed me a gold-chain ruffle with a unicorn charm 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 kitty and a butt plug in hers. pa promised me if I proved myself, he would afford it to me. ready me his sex slave.

Then he would n't need Mom at all. She could stay at Grandma and Grandpa 's family.

I did n't want to think about that. Two weeks were up of the three week stumble. It was Saturday, and Mom, along with my brattish sis Alice, would revert following Lord's Day. I had worked so hard this hebdomad, obeying dad 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 hollow were his.

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

And today, at the dungeon, I would show not only dad that I was his unspoilt girl, but other Master 's with their sex slaves. It was so frizzly and bold. papa was showing me off, confident I would n't block him. And the prize ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was aflutter. And excited. It was a foreign adept, one mo waves of heat rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the sleep of my consistency. I would turn so aware of my pap rubbing against the terry cloth cloth robe, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet pussy into the cloth.

And then the future minute the mettle would hit me.

My tum would bubble. I would thrill, panic welling inside of me. My heart fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to present ? What if I embarrassed my dad ? What if someone called the police ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so much with him. Last Saturday, I rode my pop 's tool on a terrace in the midsection of the shopping centre. And his dick was n't in my slit, but my asshole. I squirmed and shuddered, fucking him while Sun provided a beguilement for us. It was so risky.

I did that. I could do this.

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

He was so handsome. Today he wore a simpleton T-shirt stretched over his sinewy dresser and a couplet of jeans. His cock bulged the front. He had a wearisome office job but you would never know it outside of body of work. He had tattoos covering his body like a grievous biker and strong eyes.

hoi polloi saw his regard and obeyed him.

My mom had all my life story. She was his sex slave, but he must have grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my barely legal cunt tighter. She had Twin, my bratty baby and me. Her body was getting old. She could n't compete with me. I was the new model.

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

The turmoil returned. I bounced on the ass, my retentive gold braid swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the exit cars and footer. None of them knew my daddy was my original and devotee. None had any idea he had taken my cherry in a fertilisation elbow room at the mall. That I woke him up every morning with a cock sucking and swallowed all of his cum like a ripe girl.

If they noticed us, they would just conceive a father with his daughter. How guiltless. How precious.

A smiling crossed my lip and my pussy burned hotter. I crossed my thighs beneath my gown, the itch squirming me. I wanted to masturbate right field 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 permit. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his submissive. I had to ask permission to go visit Sun or hang out at the shopping centre while he was at work. If I wanted to buy a new tube of lipstick or see a movie, I had to ask. Of course, he said yes usually. Daddy like to dote on me and reward me. I was still his small princess.

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

pop turned off the main street and soon we were in a residential surface area. I craned my neck. I had never been to this part of Ithiel Town. The houses grew expensive, great, imposing, with huge belt of grass and George H.W. Bush tended to by nurseryman. At the end of the street, a prominent, pitch blackness gate rose surrounded by high, gray rock rampart. Ivy curled along the top, the Green splashing coloring material across the gray.

We were here.

There was a small telephone call box. To use it, Daddy had to open his truck door and bend low to use—it was sized for gondola. He punched in a few routine and the Sudanese pound planetary house. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right, rinding open and revealing a tumid yard. A 6 machine crowded the driveway at the end.

The other guests.

My nervousness returned as Daddy drove up the drive. I bit my lip, staring at the large sign. The owner must be copious. According to Daddy, he had a huge, private dungeon where sealed activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. Daddy reached the end and parked behind a gullible sedan chair. He put the truck into geartrain and then climbed out.

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

I moved to his side, taking his hand. He gave me a fatherly smiling, stern but reassuring."It will be okay. You 'll do amazing. I believe in you."

"Thank you, Daddy,"I said, my vocalisation a whisper.

I wanted to drag my feet as we approached the door. Today, multitude other than Daddy and Sun would see me naked. They would concern me, spank me, and even fuck me. Today was my coming out party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would go past. I would be his good girl. I wanted naught 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 slap of strip foot approached. The threshold opened and a charwoman knelt, raw, in her earlier thirties, her eubstance tone and fit. A inkiness girdle wrapped about her stomach and lifted a duad of ripe chest into two riotous cumulus. Silver gang pierced her fat teat. Her black pilus, long and flowing, bed cover across the floor. On her lower vertebral column, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, passkey Mark,"the charwoman purred."You and your striver are welcomed into my maestro 's house. Do you postulate anything ? Refreshments ?"

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

I stared at her ass, my head swiveling to depend behind me, my center locked on her. I spotted her snatch, shaved, a ash gray ring pierced her clit, a charm dangling from it. I swallowed. She was beautiful. She was what I wanted to be for Daddy.

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

"Are you excited ?"the slavish asked, walking over to me, her charm, dangling from her clit, swayed between her thighs and caught the light.

I nodded my head.

"It 's Melody, right ?"

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

Her smile grew."Oh, you 're going to be popular. Ripe and unseasoned. And so reinvigorated. 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 word, remembering the times Daddy clamped my nipples and flogged my back. botheration and joy were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to open up as we waited. dada finally emerged, wearing leather cuss and a waistcoat, his cock thrusting strong before him, his body so muscular and strong. Beneath the waistcoat, contribution of his barbwire tattoo was visible. Flames burned up his weapons system, 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 ventilation quickened as we reached the stairs. Loud, black euphony thudded up it. Soft, bluing and violet spark spilled out of the darkness. dark moved. People were down there.

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

But pop wanted me to be touched.

The steps led into a turgid room. Lights on the ceiling flooded soft blue devil, reddish blue, honey oil, and redness across the dungeon, each illuminating dissimilar eccentric of toys. forget me drug hung from one post, the next had a St. Roy Chapman Andrews hybrid, then a spanking workbench, massage tables, and others just had manacle hanging from the paries. Men and woman, dressed in versatile leathers that left them half-naked, sat in death chair or move through the room. The charwoman all had dog collar or throttler about their neck, top dog lowered. Some of the sex striver were as untested as me, others older, mothers with their daughters.

I swallowed, my utter growing dry as I was led into the center. People looked at us. Men nodded to Daddy, calling out,"lord Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"lord so-and-so."I was too unquiet to call up names.

One man, tall, broad-shouldered and skin ebony tree dark used his slave, a girl my age, as his metrical foot quietus, his leather kick propped on her back as she knelt before him. An older charwoman had a magic wand vibrator taped to her thigh and pressed against her pussy hum away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to rest kneeling and tranquilize before her Master. Another woman knelt before her master, sucking on his shaft. Not hard, like she was trying to make him cum, just enough to give him pleasure. A girl in a pink teddy bear, with pink turnup about her wrist connected by a gold chain of mountains, perched on her original 's lap. Another goodness girl for her daddy.

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

The man rose, his cock pierced by a gold anchor ring in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his body potent. He stopped before me. I could n't avail staring at his dick. His manus reached out, cupping my chin and lifting my gaze.

"superior sucker has brought his new girl to play,"the man said."Melody wants to be a right fille for her Daddy. She wants to work hard. She is justify to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her hole, only on her body. Her daddy wants her covered in touchwood. Dirtied."

He did ?

I trembled as the shaft throbbed so surd before me. What would it be like to feel a pecker pierced with a tintinnabulation fucking me ? Daddy wanted me to be used by these men, so it was okay for me to thirst after them. To enjoy what would materialize today.

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

My twat clenched. I was a fornicatress. Daddy 's slut. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his lips strong. A dribble of juices dripped down my thighs, my consistency shuddering. All these center 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 focusing. Men seized my font, kissing me hard, thrusting their tongues into my mouth while groping my body. My mammilla were pinched hard by bumpy digit. My ass groped. My kitty-cat rubbed, fingers coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my heart beating faster and faster as these foreign men touched my body.

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

The final examination master key to buss me was the Shirley Temple Black man, his hard shaft rubbing into my breadbasket. His White slave female child, kneeling at his side, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her master devoured my rima oris. I trembled, his ebony bridge player stroking me, arousing me. His pecker was thick.

Then he released me. I swayed, breathing hard, my physical structure flushed. So far, this was n't so bad. I could do by being kissed and touched by other men. It would make pappa so happy. He came to me, seizing my hair again, a proud of smile on his lips.

And then Daddy led me to the St. Andrew 's crisscross. It was shaped like an X, handcuff falling from the top, others at the posterior. iron heel thudded behind me. The early masters moved their chairperson, forming a half-circle to see as dada seized my arm and lifted my wrist to the low manacle.

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

I heard wet sucking as slaves pleased their professional. A adult female let out a wet, wanton moan. bod slapped together. I trembled, my consistency growing surface-active agent and wetter as pappa seized my early articulatio radiocarpea and lifted my arm up. The manacle, really a leather turnup, was cinched about my wrist.

"You prepare, honey ?"daddy whispered, pressing against me.

"Yes, Daddy,"I moaned back.

pa bent down and jerk my powerful ankle to the animal foot restraint, cinching it tight. I felt open now, my trim puss on display. He moved the early one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

"facial expression at the slut drip,"a man boomed."She 's bore to be flogged."

"She 's a good daughter,"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. count at how round it is."

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her hips. The small loose woman 's eagre. Saint Mark lucked out having such a hot cunt for a girl. Just like her mom."

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

She had. And now I was her switch. Younger, sexier, hotter. I wiggled my hips, drinking in their sensation while pop opened up his duffle bag to pull out his toys. 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 all-inclusive surface so it could swing faster and smack harder.

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

Daddy grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the tails thick. It made marvelous, thuddy smacks when it hit. He stood behind me and fuddle my braiding over my shoulder joint, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could experience the air brushing my consistence, the ends almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to feel the sting. I was so excited. All these sexy men and hot women watching me, lusting after me. I was the slashed young lady here. Daddy had to be so majestic of me.

The first smacking of the flail struck my shoulder, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as papa swung it in an X pattern. It hit my other shoulder with more of the hindquarters, a thudding smack echoed. Burning fondness radiated out of my back.

He moved in closer, more than 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 warmth built to burning pain.

"pop,"I moaned, squirming.

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

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

The flail kept landing. It was wonderful. The annoyance somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in breather, my pussy growing more and more excited. Juices trickled down my thigh as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading rapture through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed counselling, slapping upward now, striking the base of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my abject dorsum. I gasped at the thudding encroachment. I lurched forward, pressing my round breasts into the stale metal of the hybridization.

Thud. thump. Thud.

He picked up the laissez passer, flogging my ass. The annoyance swelled. And with my legs spread wide, sometimes a lash smacked my wet puss. I gasped"daddy"each clock time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of pain in the neck transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

"Do you roll in the hay 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 hard worker purred, duncical with lecherousness and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my pussy. My clit ached. Daddy was teasing me now on role, guiding the flail to walk out between my stage. I sucked in breaths each metre. My breasts bounced as I swayed. My braid pressed between them.

"daddy, can I cum ?"I moaned as he smacked my cunt again.

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

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

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

The flail cracked on my pussy.

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

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

"Ooh, lucky lady friend,"the gigglish daughter said."Oh, dada, can I cum, too ?"

"Not now,"her Daddy said.

"Daddy,"she whined as my pleasure continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breaths, my delight cresting through me. I pressed my knocker against the cold-blooded alloy of the cross, shuddering, my body so alive. I could n't stop the shiver. I gasped, a mitt squeezing my ass.

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

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

A shaft ring.

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

My chassis, still spasming from my orgasm, gripped his dick. His ring was hard, caressing my slit 's rampart ahead of his barb. I trembled, my excited cunt surged with new joy as a man I just met xv mo ago fucked me.

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

Daddy watched, sleeve folded, an acrylic cane in his hand, one of the lose weight and flexible single. He smiled as his admirer fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my hips, working back into those hard thrusts.

"What a bitch,"growled the man, his putz pounding me, his groin slap over and over into my ass. I loved the burning sensation."So mean and juicy."

"Thank you for using my young cunt, Sir,"I moaned, my rosehip undulating, my kitty-cat drinking in the pleasure.

His fingerbreadth pinched harder on my nipples, fingernails biting into my sensitive human body. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His peter fucked so deeply and hard into me. The putz tintinnabulation rubbed at my sensitive flesh, igniting my nerves, driving me towards another orgasm.

And papa watched.

I was his good girl. I pleased his ally. My pleasure swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every thrust, enjoying my hot, rigorous, barely legal cunt. I groaned through clenched tooth, trembling.

"piece of tail,"he grunted and ripped his stopcock out of my cunt. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're good for, loose woman. 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 exam squirt landed on my bring down spine and ran into my crack. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my puss ache more. I was so close to cumming.

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

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

shot !

The stinging botheration shot through me. tears beaded my eyes and a loud scream escaped my sassing. Daddy smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a electrocution welt and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelps ? So know hot."

"aspect at that ass dance."

The painfulness was intense. The flog 's thudding smacks had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my sess. My fondness thudded. I squirmed, fearing the next declivity of the rod and yet craving the stinging pleasure and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the painfulness could become pleasure and carry me higher and higher. My puss, still on the sceptre of cumming, clenched.

Smack !

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

"Good."

Crack !

"Oh, dada, please, please. It hurts. It hurts."

Crack !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the pain, squirming. I did n't fight down it. I did n't try to sustain it inside of me. It hurt too a great deal to tough through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my head, I knew I could discontinue it at any moment.

But I did n't desire it to stop. I wanted dad to hurt me. It made us both so happy. My plait slipped over my shoulder and fell down my back again as he played my ass like a membranophone, smacking the acrylic fiber rod over and over into me.

I hurt everywhere on my ass. It stung so badly. My brain 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 stab into me. A cock. mortal fucked me toilsome, driving a long dick deep into my pussy. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each time the annonymous Master buried his cock into me.

"piece of ass slut,"he snarled."You love it."

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating Holy Scripture sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his bosom, my kitty-cat spasming about his cock. The world spun about me. Stars danced before my optic as I spasmed about his thrusting cock. I gasped and sang out my passion. So dear. So a great deal pleasance and pain. All of it surging through me.

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

And then he pulled out of me and Thomas More cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot lines that seemed to cut my anatomy as I swayed. My berm ached. I pulled on the handlock, wanting to damp free and collapse on the floor.

Swish ! Crack !

I screamed. The wooden venire 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 modest pop. I swayed, the annoyance surging through me. My psyche tossed.

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

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

He grinned at me and the paddle swished. Cracked.

I screamed.

The chemical chain rattled over my psyche. I bucked and convulsed, the painful sensation sending burning at the stake Wave through me. The thudding impact was acute. Each one brought a momentary sharp cognizance to my trunk. I felt everything, my burning back and articulatio humeri, all the welts on my ass smacked by the boat paddle, and the swath of flesh aching from its fall.

Swish ! crack cocaine !

"Daddy, yes !"I moaned, lost to the painful sensation and pleasure. It was all the Same to me.

In the background, I heard other womanhood groan and gasped, being fucked as their master 's watched me being spanked. I inspired such lust in them. I tried to look, but the world spun. It was too a good deal and—

Swish ! Crack !

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

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

But no Thomas More fell.

"papa, I need it,"I whined.

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

"I do n't deal, pa. penalise me."

He kissed me hard over my articulatio humeri. His arms reached up as our lingua met, loosening my manacles. I swayed into his pectus as my sleeve fell limp, my shoulders aching, my muscles burning. pappa broke the kiss, holding me steady as he bent down to undo the cuffs around my ankles.

I would make fallen if he did n't nurse me. He set me down onto a gym mat bed cover out before it. The earth spun above me. The men gathered, their dicks hard. Some jerked their own shaft while others had their striver doing it.

"What a sexy bit,"the Negroid Master said."I love young, White-girl ass."

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

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to englut your tool, Sir."I stared at that ebony prick, stroked by his young slave. Her ivory hand could hardly envelop around it.

"lube me, slovenly woman,"he growled.

His Loretta Young slave fetched lube as the man rolled me over with his pes onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my middle racing, still drifting through wizard. The striver returned, her minor hands rubbing his thick cock with lube.

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

He thrust into my asshole.

"Daddy !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was vast. He stretched me out with his turncock 's cinch. He was bigger than Daddy. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so intemperate. I clenched down on his dick. My bowels burned and then his groin smacked into my bruised, beaten, trounce ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his cock as I thrashed beneath him. It was wonderful. My mind bathed in the duel sensations of pleasure and pain. I could n't narrate where one ended and the other began. Maybe it was pleasure burning at the stake across my ass and agony churned by his prick thrusting cryptic into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, little fornicatress,"he growled, his heavy musket ball smacking into my taint."Take it, you slight whore. You love it. Say it. Say how a good deal you love my big, Black peter in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, Black gumshoe, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. go along reaming it. hold on ramming into me. Pound me. Fuck me. Make me burst forth. Yes, yes, yes."

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

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

His words shuddered through me and another orgasm wracked my soundbox. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his thick cock. The existence spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their hawkshaw or fucking their slaves.

Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the slattern 's back talk, his ball smacking into her Kuki. I stared at her, bantam breasts topped by garden pink nipples, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eagre to delight my papa as much as I was to please her Master.

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

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

That fantastic cock kept reaming my ass while dad fucked the former slattern 's mouth. He gripped her blond 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 gut massaging Papa Bear 's Brobdingnagian cock.

His thrusts forced my clit into the rough mat. My nub throbbed and ached while juice squirted out of my cumming cunt. He was so toilsome. So warm. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a hole to please his cock.

A slut for these men.

"nooky woman of the street,"he groaned and then ripped his dick out of my ass.

His cum spurted, bathing my burning ass. A soothing, kinky application to take away the pain. I groaned, my laughingstock clenching. I sucked in inscrutable breaths as the globe spun around me again. I struggled to focus on those who surrounded me.

Daddy knelt before me, his tool dripping with the slut 's saliva. He wrenched my head up by the twist and slammed his pecker into my mouth. Hot cum boiled into my mouth. I groaned, swallowing down every drop while cum ran down the tornado 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 cleaning lady panted. Daddy ripped his tool out of my mouth and another dick replaced it, ramming deep into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat.

The man held me pie-eyed and shoved his cock down my pharynx. I swallowed it, my trunk trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nose as the strange man pounded my back talk, his nut smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my articulatio coxae up with strong paw and lifted me until I knelt."Let me guide you in, Master,"a throaty woman purred. And then a new tool rubbed at my slit."shag her heavily, Master."

I moaned as the dick slammed into my snatch. I knelt between the two men, their gumshoe slamming over and over into my lip, spit roasting me like a piece of meat. My breasts swayed beneath me as I rocked beneath them.

I came again.

It was so hot to be used. To be aught but a fuck toy for these unknown men. I felt Daddy 's eye on me the whole meter, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his friends. My slit spasmed about the dick in my twat as the pleasure rippled through me.

Ecstasy crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my body so tired, but there were men to satiate. Cum splattered my side, running down to my breasts. Hot stripe of jizz cooled on my skin. It ran across my body, making me find so dirty. The rooster in my sass ripped out and spurted all across my look, painting me.

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

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

The cock in my cunt ripped out and came up my back. The hot spirt fell in lines down me, mixing with the mess already staining my physical structure. I kept cumming, my pussy squirting succus, the air full of my woman of the street musk.

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

The men used me and the other girls. They painted my torso in jizz. It covered me. I swam in a sea of bliss and torment. My ass hurt. They liked to spank it as they fucked me or force hard on my braid as they slammed their tool into my mouth.

pappa fucked me once, spurting his incestuous seed deep into my cunt. It ran out of me in a hot alluvion as soul else fucked my ass again. I lost lead of my orgasms. My entire body buzzed as I fell onto my side, trembling, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a representative said, recondite but gentle."swallow this."

I blinked, the human race still spinning. Daddy knelt before me, pressing a plastic feeding bottle into my deal. A sports drink. I brought it to my lips, gulping the blueing, vaguely berry-flavored drink down. I was so hungry. I tilted it back as I sat up. Daddy wrapped my bathrobe about my shoulders.

"That 's it, baby. How do you feel ?"

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled and bit off a large hunk of chocolate. I chewed on it as Daddy 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 trunk. He had his jeans on again, though he still wore his leather waistcoat with no shirt. He was such a handsome, hunky man. He hefted his duffel bag with ease.

"Come on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The ride to the donjon had taken forever. My fervour had me so heightened, so aware of the man, fourth dimension moved so slow. The drive back was different. I nibbled on the cocoa and sipped from another vigor drink in a shock. Daddy talked to me, telling me how proud he was and how I was his good girlfriend. I felt so warm and bed and drowsy. The head trip passed in a blur. I had finished my drinking chocolate bar and drank about half of the indorse variation drink, this one purple flavor, by the time we got home. Daddy pulled his truck into the ride. It was growing dark.

"What time is it, Daddy ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

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

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

"With bubbles ?"I asked.

"Of path, baby."

I beamed, eager for my eruct bath. papa climbed out of the car then hurried around to help me down. My legs were still a little wobbly. I was so discharge. My venter gave a loud growl, but I needed a bathtub first.

papa hefted me in his arms. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front doorway. I could fall asleep in his arms. He had to set me down to unlock the doorway. 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 unit of ammunition titty 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 feel it for days, proof that I was a upright girl.

I turned and froze.

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

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

Nothing would ever be the same.

To be continued ...