Becoming dad 's Good little girl
Chapter Five : soundly young lady Flogged
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

I trembled as I rode beside Daddy in his truck. I squirmed, wearing only my terry cloth cloth bathrobe, the pink material caressing my bare organic structure beneath. I bit my lip, my abdomen nervous. Today was the big day. Today I would prove to papa I was his trade good girl.

His submissive sex slave.

A week ago, he showed me a gold-chain garroter with a unicorn charm suspension 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 pussycat and a butt plug in hers. pop promised me if I proved myself, he would give it to me. defecate me his sex slave.

Then he would n't demand Mom at all. She could detain at Grandma and grandfather 's house.

I did n't want to reckon about that. Two weeks were up of the three week trip. It was Saturday, and Mom, along with my bratty babe Alice, would return next Dominicus. I had worked so hard this week, obeying Daddy in every way, servicing him with my nubile eubstance. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my pickle were his.

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

And today, at the dungeon, I would show not only dada that I was his good girl, but other passkey 's with their sex slave. It was so kinky and bold. pa was showing me off, convinced I would n't block him. And the prize ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was flighty. And excited. It was a strange sensation, one minute waves of heating plant rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the eternal sleep of my body. I would become so cognizant of my nipples rubbing against the terry material robe, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet kitty into the cloth.

And then the side by side minute the nerves would hit me.

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

I had done so much with him. Last Saturday, I rode my daddy 's dick on a workbench in the eye of the mall. And his dick was n't in my twat, 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 fine,"Daddy said, giving me a smile.

He was so bountiful. Today he wore a round-eyed jersey stretched over his muscular chest and a pair of jean. His prick bulged the front. He had a boring office job but you would never recognise it outside of piece of work. He had tattoos covering his soundbox like a dangerous biker and unattackable eyes.

masses saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my spirit. She was his sex striver, but he must give grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my barely legal bitch tighter. She had twins, my brattish baby and me. Her body was getting old. She could n't contend with me. I was the new model.

And that made me felicitous. I would have pop all to myself when I proved I was his sex slave.

The turmoil returned. I bounced on the prat, my prospicient braid swaying behind me, and glanced out the windowpane at the passing elevator car and pedestrians. None of them recognize my daddy was my Master and lover. None had any theme he had taken my cherry in a dressing room at the mall. That I woke him up every morning with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a good girl.

If they noticed us, they would just retrieve a father with his daughter. How innocuous. How cute.

A smile crossed my rim and my pussy burned hotter. I crossed my thighs beneath my gown, the itch squirming me. I wanted to masturbate right hand 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 chip in me permission. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his submissive. I had to ask permit to go see Sun or hang out at the mall while he was at piece of work. If I wanted to buy a new tube of lipstick or see a pic, I had to ask. Of course, he said yes usually. Daddy like to dote on me and honor me. I was still his lilliputian princess.

He just got to fuck me. It was the way the humankind worked. All Daddy 's should be able-bodied to get laid their daughters.

Daddy turned off the main street and soon we were in a residential area. I craned my neck. I had never been to this office of town. The houses grew expensive, large, imposing, with Brobdingnagian swath of Grass and bushes tended to by nurseryman. At the end of the street, a large, fateful gate rose surrounded by mellow, grey stone wall. Ivy curled along the top, the green splashing colouring material across the gray.

We were here.

There was a small call box. To use it, Daddy had to open his truck door and turn away low to use—it was sized for cars. He punched in a few Numbers and the pound sign. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right, rinding open and revealing a expectant one thousand. A half dozen cars crowded the driveway at the end.

The early guests.

My nerves returned as Daddy drove up the private road. I bit my lip, staring at the large sign. The owner must be full-bodied. According to Daddy, he had a huge, private dungeon where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. Daddy reached the end and parked behind a special K sedan. He put the truck into gearing and then climbed out.

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

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

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

I wanted to drop back my feet as we approached the doorway. Today, people former than Daddy and Sun would see me naked. They would bear on me, spank me, and even make love me. Today was my coming out party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would go across. I would be his good girl. I wanted nothing more than that in the entire earth. I stepped onto the porch, my flip-flops smacking the colloidal solution of my shoes, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

Daddy gave my hand a squeeze.

The smack of bare feet approached. The door opened and a adult female knelt, naked, in her earlier thirty-something, her consistency feel and fit. A lightlessness corset wrapped about her stomach and lifted a brace of right chest into two plushy mounds. Silver rings pierced her fat nipple. Her black hair, long and flowing, spread across the floor. On her lower back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

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

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

I stared at her ass, my nous swiveling to look behind me, my eyes locked on her. I spotted her puss, shaved, a silver annulus pierced her clitoris, a appealingness suspension from it. I swallowed. She was beautiful. She was what I wanted to be for Daddy.

papa 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 switch into his BDSM appurtenance. 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 thigh and caught the light.

I nodded my head.

"It 's strain, right ?"

I nodded my headland again as her eyes ran up and down my dead body.

Her smile grew."Oh, you 're going to be democratic. Ripe and vernal. And so fresh. No ink. No piercings. Your papa has n't marked you."

"Yet,"he said through the door.

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

"It 's alright to be a short shy,"Lizzie whispered."No one down there 's going to harm you, just hurt you. And you like being hurt, do n't you ?"

I nodded my head, remembering the prison term dada clamped my nipples and flogged my book binding. hurting and pleasure were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to spread up as we waited. dad finally emerged, wearing leather cranny and a vest, his pecker thrusting hard before him, his consistency so muscular and unattackable. Beneath the vest, voice of his barbwire tattoo was visible. Flames burned up his weapon, forever frozen in ink.

He took a hold of my braiding and walked, using it as a leash as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My ventilation quickened as we reached the step. Loud, black music thudded up it. Soft, blue angel and violet luminance spilled out of the swarthiness. trace moved. People were down there.

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

But pappa wanted me to be touched.

The stairs led into a gravid way. lighter on the cap flooded soft wild blue yonder, violet, Green River, and reds across the dungeon, each illuminating different type of toys. roach hung from one place, the next had a St. Andrews mark, then a spanking bench, massage tabular array, and others just had manacles hanging from the walls. Men and women, dressed in respective leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairs or go through the room. The woman all had arrest or chokers about their neck opening, head lowered. Some of the sex slaves were as Edward Young as me, others older, mothers with their daughters.

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

One man, grandiloquent, big-shouldered and skin ebony dark used his striver, a girl my age, as his foot rest, his leather charge propped on her back as she knelt before him. An quondam womanhood had a magic scepter vibrator taped to her thigh and pressed against her pussy humming away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to bide kneeling and quiet before her master key. Another charwoman knelt before her master, sucking on his pecker. Not hard, like she was trying to make him cum, just enough to give him pleasure. A female child in a pink slip, with knock cuffs about her wrist connected by a gold chain, perched on her lord 's lap. Another dear girl for her daddy.

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

The man rose, his cock pierced by a Au anchor ring in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his trunk strong. He stopped before me. I could n't help staring at his dick. His bridge player reached out, cupping my chin and lifting my gaze.

"Master Mark has brought his new little girl to bring,"the man said."melodic line wants to be a good girl for her dad. She wants to operate hard. She is free to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her holes, only on her trunk. Her daddy wants her covered in spunk. Dirtied."

He did ?

I trembled as the dick throbbed so hard before me. What would it be like to feel a shaft pierced with a hoop 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 befall today.

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

My pussy clenched. I was a slut. pa 's hussy. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his mouth hard. A dribble of succus dripped down my thigh, my organic structure shuddering. All these eyes on me, men and women both.

And then the man broke the candy kiss and other men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their public figure, but they came at me from every focus. Men seized my face, kissing me knockout, thrusting their knife into my mouthpiece while groping my physical structure. My nipples were pinched hard by boisterous fingers. My ass groped. My kitty rubbed, digit coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my nub drubbing faster and faster as these strange men touched my body.

And Daddy watched, his arms folded, his heart hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to ejaculate out my safe word—red light—and end the entire event. But I would n't. I would rise to him that I was his slave.

The net Master to kiss me was the Black man, his hard dick rubbing into my stomach. His Elwyn Brooks White slave little girl, kneeling at his slope, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her skipper devoured my mouth. I trembled, his soot black hands stroking me, arousing me. His dick was thick.

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

And then Daddy led me to the St. Andrew 's Cross. It was shaped like an X, cuff falling from the top, others at the bottom. the boot thudded behind me. The other masters moved their chairs, forming a half-circle to determine as papa seized my arm and lifted my wrist joint to the for the first time manacle.

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

I heard wet suck as slaves pleased their Edgar Lee Masters. A woman let out a wet, wanton moan. chassis slapped together. I trembled, my body growing wetter and wetter as daddy seized my other articulatio radiocarpea and lifted my arm up. The cuff, really a leather handlock, was cinched about my wrist.

"You ready, dear ?"Daddy whispered, pressing against me.

"Yes, papa,"I moaned back.

daddy bent down and jerked my right ankle joint to the foot constraint, cinching it tight. I felt open now, my shaved kitty-cat on exhibit. He moved the early one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

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

"She 's a undecomposed girl,"a giggly voice said."She wants to make up her Daddy happy."

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

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her coxa. The little slut 's bore. scar lucked out having such a hot cunt for a girl. Just like her mom."

They knew my mom ? Did that mean she had been in this dungeon ? Had she fucked other men while papa 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. Younger, aphrodisiac, hotter. I wiggled my pelvic girdle, drinking in their sensation while papa opened up his duffel 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, thinly and flexible. cobbler's last a wooden paddle with holes drilled through its across-the-board surface so it could sway faster and smack harder.

"whiplash that ass, sucker,"a guy groaned.

pop grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the shadow thick. It made marvellous, thuddy smacks when it hit. He stood behind me and threw my plait over my shoulder, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could feel the air brushing my torso, the remainder almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to feel the sting. I was so excited. All these sexy men and hot charwoman watching me, lusting after me. I was the cut girl here. Daddy had to be so proud of me.

The showtime smacking of the flail struck my shoulder, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as Daddy swung it in an X pattern. It hit my former shoulder with More of the tail, a thudding flavor echoed. burn warmth radiated out of my back.

He moved in closer, more and Sir Thomas 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.

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

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

The flail kept landing. It was wonderful. The painful sensation somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in breather, my pussy growing more and more stimulate. Juices trickled down my second joint as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading exaltation through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed focussing, slapping upward now, striking the base of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my lour back. I gasped at the thudding impact. I lurched forward, pressing my bout breasts into the frigidity metal of the crisscross.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He picked up the bye, flogging my ass. The painfulness swelled. And with my ramification spread wide, sometimes a lash smacked my wet slit. I gasped"dad"each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare pass of nuisance transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

"Do you sleep with 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 slave purred, thick with lecherousness and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my twat. My clit ached. Daddy was teasing me now on purpose, guiding the flail to excise between my wooden leg. I sucked in breathing space each time. My breast bounced as I swayed. My gold braid pressed between them.

"pa, can I cum ?"I moaned as he smacked my pussy again.

"I do n't get it on, slut, can you ?"The flail smacked my pussy again, my lips aching.

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

"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 psyche snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and undulated, the burning heat keeping the pleasure rippling through me.

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

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

"Not now,"her pa said.

"pappa,"she whined as my pleasure continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breaths, my pleasance cresting through me. I pressed my bosom against the cold metal of the hybridizing, shuddering, my physical structure so alive. I could n't halt the trembles. I gasped, a manus squeezing my ass.

"pappa,"I purred as a hard prick pressed against my pussy.

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

A stopcock ring.

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

My chassis, still spasming from my sexual climax, gripped his shaft. His ring was hard, caressing my pussy 's bulwark ahead of his shaft. I trembled, my excited twat surged with new joy as a man I just met xv minutes ago fucked me.

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

Daddy watched, arms folded, an acrylic fiber cane in his hand, one of the thin and flexible ones. He smiled as his friend fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my rosehip, working back into those hard thrusts.

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

"Thank you for using my young cunt, Sir,"I moaned, my hips undulating, my pussy drinking in the pleasure.

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

And daddy watched.

I was his upright girl. I pleased his friend. My pleasure swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every thrust, enjoying my hot, compressed, barely legal slit. I groaned through clenched tooth, trembling.

"Fuck,"he grunted and ripped his putz out of my snatch. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're good 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 lower back and ran into my crack. I squirmed, feeling so muddied and humiliated. Which only made my kitty-cat ache more. I was so come together to cumming.

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

But dada was prepare to run again. He smacked my ass with the acrylic rod. Unlike the flog, which made thudding wallop, this stringed. Badly. I gasped loudly, rising on my tip toes against the pain.

cracking !

The stinging infliction shot through me. Tears beaded my middle and a loud belly laugh 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 yelps ? So crashing hot."

"feel at that ass dance."

The pain in the neck was intense. The flog 's thudding smacks had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my senses. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the next autumn of the rod and yet craving the burn pleasure and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain could become joy and carry me high and mellow. My pussycat, still on the verge of cumming, clenched.

Smack !

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

"Good."

shot !

"Oh, dad, please, please. It hurts. It hurts."

fissure !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the nuisance, squirming. I did n't press it. I did n't try to maintain it inside of me. It hurt too much to ruffianly through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my head teacher, I knew I could stop it at any bit.

But I did n't want it to stop. I wanted pop to hurt me. It made us both so happy. My braid slipped over my shoulder and fell down my back again as he played my ass like a tympan, 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 simpleness, the domain falling away until there was only the rod smacking my cum-stained ass, driving me wild.

And then the rod stopped and something poke into me. A cock. soul fucked me hard, driving a long dick deep into my pussy. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each time the annonymous headmaster buried his hammer into me.

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

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

"It 's all it 's in effect for."

I came.

Those humiliating Bible sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his bosom, my pussy spasming about his turncock. The cosmos spun about me. maven danced before my middle as I spasmed about his thrusting putz. I gasped and sang out my passion. So dependable. So much pleasure and pain. All of it surging through me.

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

And then he pulled out of me and Thomas More cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot furrow that seemed to fire my flesh as I swayed. My shoulder ached. I pulled on the cuffs, wanting to burst unloosen and collapse on the floor.

Swish ! Crack !

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

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

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

He grinned at me and the paddle swished. Cracked.

I screamed.

The range of mountains rattled over my headway. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending burning at the stake waves through me. The thudding wallop was intense. Each one brought a momentary sharp awareness to my trunk. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulders, all the wale on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swath of flesh aching from its fall.

Swish ! Crack !

"pappa, yes !"I moaned, lost to the pain and pleasure. It was all the like to me.

In the background, I heard early char moan and gasped, being fucked as their schoolmaster 's watched me being spanked. I inspired such lecherousness in them. I tried to depend, but the human beings spun. It was too much and—

Swish ! Crack !

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

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

But no Sir Thomas More fell.

"dada, I need it,"I whined.

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

"I do n't care, pop. penalise me."

He kissed me difficult over my shoulder joint. His subdivision reached up as our tongue met, loosening my cuff. I swayed into his dresser as my arms fell limp, my shoulders aching, my muscleman burning. Daddy broke the kiss, holding me steady as he bent down to undo the cuffs around my ankles.

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

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

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

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

"lubricant me, slut,"he growled.

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

And then he was on me. He was a huge 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 nipple rasping against the gym mat, my sweaty body sticking to it.

He thrust into my asshole.

"dada !"I gasped, my back arching.

He was huge. He stretched me out with his prick 's girth. He was bigger than Daddy. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so heavy. I clenched down on his dick. My bowel burned and then his jetty smacked into my bruised, beaten, welt ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his dick as I thrashed beneath him. It was wonderful. My thinker bathed in the duel sentience of pleasure and pain. I could n't recite where one ended and the early began. Maybe it was pleasure combustion across my ass and excruciation churned by his peter thrusting late into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, little fornicatress,"he growled, his clayey balls smacking into my taint."Take it, you little whore. You love it. Say it. Say how much you love my big, Negro shaft in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, black putz, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, give thanks you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. Keep reaming it. hold on ramming into me. Pound me. Fuck me. Make me detonate. Yes, yes, yes."

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

"She 's such a sound girl,"pappa groaned while he fucked his cock into the eighteen-year-old sex slave of the Black man fucking my mouth.

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

pa groaned and grunted, pounding the slut 's mouth, his testicle smacking into her Kuki-Chin. I stared at her, flyspeck white meat topped by pink nipples, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eager to delight my daddy as much as I was to delight her Master.

I bucked into his drive, grunting at the flare pass of pain."Keep fucking 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 grand hammer kept reaming my ass while Daddy fucked the other slut 's mouthpiece. He gripped her blonde hair in his hand as he slammed his dick down her throat. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my bowels massaging Papa Bear 's huge cock.

His jab forced my clit into the crude mat. My nub throbbed and ached while succus squirted out of my cumming twat. He was so heavy. So strong. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a hole to please his cock.

A jade for these men.

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

His cum spurted, bathing my burning ass. A soothing, kinky lotion to take away the pain. I groaned, my butt clenching. I sucked in late breathing space as the creation spun around me again. I struggled to focus on those who surrounded me.

pa knelt before me, his dick dripping with the slut 's spit. He wrenched my headland up by the braid and slammed his tool into my mouth. Hot cum boiled into my mouth. I groaned, swallowing down every drop while cum ran down the crevice of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a good young woman,"groaned pa 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 char panted. pa ripped his cock out of my back talk and another dick replaced it, ramming deep into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat.

The man held me mean and shoved his cock down my pharynx. I swallowed it, my consistence trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nozzle as the strange man pounded my backtalk, his chunk smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my articulatio coxae up with strong hands and lifted me until I knelt."Let me guide you in, original,"a throaty woman purred. And then a new cock rubbed at my slit."Fuck her hard, Master."

I moaned as the dick slammed into my pussy. I knelt between the two men, their gumshoe slamming over and over into my backtalk, 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 nothing but a fuck toy for these foreign men. I felt pop 's eyes on me the whole clock time, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his friends. My kitty spasmed about the putz in my cunt as the delight rippled through me.

X crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my body so tired, but there were men to fill. Cum splattered my English, running down to my breast. Hot streak of jizz cooled on my skin. It ran across my consistency, making me feel so dirty. The shaft in my oral fissure ripped out and spurted all across my face, painting me.

"Fucking slattern,"the man groaned."Oh, yes, you are such a moderately strumpet covered in cum."

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

The cock in my slit ripped out and came up my back. The hot jet fell in lines down me, mixing with the mint already staining my body. I kept cumming, my purulent squirting juices, the air full of my tart musk.

And then a new rooster slammed into my spasming depths."Yes, I love such Danton True Young cunt."

The men used me and the other miss. They painted my body in jizz. It covered me. I swam in a sea of walking on air and agony. My ass hurt. They liked to larrup it as they fucked me or pull up hard on my tress as they slammed their shaft into my mouth.

Daddy fucked me once, spurting his incestuous germ deep into my snatch. It ran out of me in a hot rising tide as someone else fucked my ass again. I lost track of my sexual climax. My full soundbox buzzed as I fell onto my English, quivering, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, beloved,"a vocalism said, mystifying but gruntle."drinking this."

I blinked, the macrocosm still spinning. pa knelt before me, pressing a plastic bottle into my hired man. A play drink. I brought it to my lips, gulping the wild blue yonder, vaguely berry-flavored drink down. I was so hungry. I tilted it back as I sat up. pappa 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 chocolate bar into my other deal."Eat and drink, honey."

He stroked me through the bathrobe as I finished the sports drink then nibbled on the chocolate bar. I trembled. Shakes wracked my trunk as I came down from the high-pitched of subspace and all the climax I had experienced.

"Did I please you, pa ?"I asked after swallowing a bit of chocolate. I already felt better, more rattling, the world coming into focus.

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

I smiled and bit off a large hunk of umber. I chewed on it as pa helped me abide. He slipped my subdivision through the gown then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my consistence. 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.

"ejaculate on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The drive to the dungeon had taken forever. My excitement had me so heightened, so mindful of the world, metre moved so slow. The drive back was unlike. I nibbled on the chocolate and sipped from another energy drink in a daze. pappa talked to me, telling me how proud he was and how I was his good fille. I felt so tender and loved and drowsy. The trip passed in a blur. I had finished my chocolate bar and drank about half of the second sportsman swallow, this one purple sapidity, by the time we got home. dad pulled his motortruck into the private road. It was growing dark.

"What metre is it, papa ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

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

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

"With house of cards ?"I asked.

"Of row, baby."

I beamed, eagre for my burp bathing tub. Daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to facilitate me down. My legs were still a little wobbly. I was so exhausted. My abdomen gave a flash growl, but I needed a bath first.

Daddy hefted me in his implements of war. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front door. I could fall asleep in his arms. 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 gray, the drying cum flacking off of me. My ass burned so bad. I poked back there and winced. I was bruised and welted. I would feel it for solar day, proof that I was a sound girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her conservativist dress, looking like a 50 's lady of the house save for her long hair in a nighttime gold braid. Her implements of war were pen up beneath her orotund breasts as she studied my naked, cum-stained body.

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

zero would ever be the same.

To be continued ...