Becoming Daddy 's Good Girl
Chapter fivesome : safe missy Flogged
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

I trembled as I rode beside Daddy in his hand truck. I squirmed, wearing only my terry cloth bathrobe, the pink fabric caressing my naked organic structure beneath. I bit my lip, my stomach anxious. Today was the big day. Today I would prove to Daddy I was his unspoiled girl.

His slavish sex slave.

A week ago, he showed me a gold-chain choker with a unicorn charm suspension on it. We were at the mall with my BFF Sun. The two of us had remote command sex toys inside of us, a vibrator in my pussy and a hindquarters plug in hers. Daddy promised me if I proved myself, he would fall in it to me. Make me his sex slave.

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

I did n't require to conceive about that. Two hebdomad were up of the three workweek trip. It was Saturday, and Mom, along with my bratty Sister Alice, would bring back adjacent Sunday. I had worked so hard this week, obeying papa in every way, servicing him with my nubile torso. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my hollow were his.

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

And today, at the dungeon, I would show not only Daddy that I was his good girl, but other lord 's with their sex slaves. It was so kinky and bold. daddy was showing me off, confident I would n't obstruct him. And the booty ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was nervous. And excited. It was a foreign sense datum, one second waves of hotness rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the eternal sleep of my torso. I would become so aware of my nipple rubbing against the terry cloth robe, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet pussy into the cloth.

And then the following moment the nerves would hit me.

My belly would bubble. I would shiver, panic welling inside of me. My nub fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to render ? What if I embarrassed my papa ? What if individual called the police ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so much with him. go Saturday, I rode my papa 's cock on a Bench in the middle of the mall. And his putz was n't in my pussy, but my asshole. I squirmed and shuddered, fucking him while Sun provided a distraction for us. It was so risky.

I did that. I could do this.

"You 'll be fine,"dad said, giving me a smile.

He was so handsome. Today he wore a simple jersey stretched over his powerful chest and a pair of denim. His cock bulged the front. He had a drilling office job but you would never love it outside of work. He had tattoos covering his body like a severe biker and strong eyes.

People saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my life. She was his sex hard worker, but he must have grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my barely sound snatch tighter. She had twins, my bratty sister and me. Her body was getting old. She could n't contend with me. I was the new model.

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

The excitement returned. I bounced on the tail end, my foresightful tress swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the release cars and footer. None of them experience my pappa was my original and lover. None had any idea he had taken my cherry in a salad dressing room at the mall. That I woke him up every break of day with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a good girl.

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

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 hand here and now. dad would get mad, not because I was masturbating in his truck—which I had before while we drove—but because he did n't dedicate me permission. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his submissive. I had to ask permission to go inspect Sun or hang out at the mall 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 pay back me. I was still his footling princess.

He just got to fuck me. It was the way the world worked. All pappa 's should be able-bodied to make love their daughters.

Daddy turned off the main street and soon we were in a residential expanse. I craned my neck. I had never been to this division of town. The family grew expensive, magnanimous, imposing, with huge belt of grass and pubic hair tended to by nurseryman. At the end of the street, a boastfully, black logic gate rose surrounded by high, grey stone walls. Ivy curled along the top, the leafy vegetable splashing colouring across the gray.

We were here.

There was a small shout box. To use it, Daddy had to open his truck door and deflect low to use—it was sized for machine. He punched in a few numbers and the pound sign. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the right wing, rinding open and revealing a large yard. A half-dozen cars crowded the driveway at the end.

The former guests.

My nerves returned as Daddy drove up the drive. I bit my lip, staring at the large house. The proprietor must be fat. According to daddy, he had a immense, private dungeon where certain activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. Daddy reached the end and parked behind a green sedan. He put the truck into gear and then climbed out.

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

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

"Thank you, dada,"I said, my part a whisper.

I wanted to scuff my feet as we approached the door. Today, people other than papa and Sun would see me naked. They would touch me, larrup me, and even have it off me. Today was my coming out company. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would die. I would be his goodness little girl. I wanted nothing more than that in the integral world. 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 slap of unfinished base approached. The door opened and a woman knelt, bare, in her former thirties, her body tone and fit. A black corset wrapped about her stomach and lifted a pair of mature breasts into two dipsomaniac cumulation. ash gray ringing pierced her fat teat. Her black haircloth, long and flowing, bed cover across the flooring. On her lower back, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, Master gull,"the cleaning woman purred."You and your slave are welcomed into my Master 's home. Do you want anything ? recreation ?"

"We 're ok, Lizzie,"Daddy said, hardly sparing the submissive cleaning woman a coup d'oeil as he led me past her.

I stared at her ass, my head swiveling to see behind me, my heart locked on her. I spotted her twat, shaved, a silver ring pierced her clit, a charm suspension from it. I swallowed. She was beautiful. She was what I wanted to be for Daddy.

pop paused at a doorway, 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 wheel. 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 melodic phrase, right ?"

I nodded my head again as her eyes ran up and down my trunk.

Her smile grew."Oh, you 're going to be popular. Ripe and young. And so saucy. 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 sleep with 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, remembering the metre Daddy clamped my teat and flogged my backbone. nuisance and pleasure were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to spread out up as we waited. Daddy finally emerged, wearing leather chaps and a vest, his cock thrusting intemperate before him, his torso so muscular and unassailable. Beneath the vest, share of his barbwire tattoo was visible. Flames burned up his arms, forever frozen in ink.

He took a hold of my braid and walked, using it as a deuce-ace as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My ventilation quickened as we reached the stairs. Loud, black music thudded up it. Soft, blue and violet lights spilled out of the darkness. shadow moved. People were down there.

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

But Daddy wanted me to be touched.

The stair led into a with child room. Christ Within on the ceiling flooded flabby vapors, reddish blue, greens, and reds across the dungeon, each illuminating dissimilar type of toy dog. Mexican valium hung from one station, the next had a St. Saint Andrew the Apostle crossbreed, then a spanking bench, massage tables, and others just had manacles hanging from the walls. Men and women, dressed in various leathers that left them half-naked, sat in death chair or incite through the elbow room. The women all had collars or dog collar about their neck, head lowered. Some of the sex striver were as young as me, others older, female parent with their daughters.

I swallowed, my mouth growing dry as I was led into the center. People looked at us. Men nodded to pa, calling out,"Master Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"passkey so-and-so."I was too spooky to think back names.

One man, tall, broad-shouldered and skin ebony dark used his slave, a girl my age, as his foot rest, his leather flush propped on her back as she knelt before him. An old fair sex had a magic trick wand vibrator taped to her thigh and fight against her snatch humming away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and placid before her lord. Another woman knelt before her passkey, sucking on his cock. Not hard, like she was trying to wee-wee him cum, just enough to give him joy. A young lady in a garden pink shimmy, with pink handlock about her wrists connected by a amber mountain range, perched on her Master 's lap. Another good fille for her daddy.

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

The man rose, his prick pierced by a gold anchor ring in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his organic structure unassailable. He stopped before me. I could n't assist staring at his dick. His paw reached out, cupping my chin and lifting my gaze.

"Master Mark has brought his new girl to play,"the man said."Melody wants to be a good miss for her Daddy. She wants to act hard. She is spare to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her holes, only on her body. Her daddy wants her covered in spunk. Dirtied."

He did ?

I trembled as the dick throbbed so heavily before me. What would it be like to experience a dick pierced with a doughnut fucking me ? dad wanted me to be used by these men, so it was okay for me to crave after them. To enjoy what would happen today.

"Let 's all welcome Melody,"the man said, bending down, his backtalk nearing mine,"before the slut 's a double-dyed mess."

My slit clenched. I was a jade. dada 's slut. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his sassing substantial. A drip of succus dripped down my thigh, my physical structure shuddering. All these heart on me, men and adult female both.

And then the man broke the buss and other men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their gens, but they came at me from every direction. Men seized my face, kissing me hard, thrusting their tongues into my mouth while groping my body. My mamilla were pinched hard by rough out finger. My ass groped. My pussy rubbed, fingers coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my spirit lacing faster and faster as these unknown men touched my body.

And pappa watched, his arms folded, his eyes hungry. He was there if I grew scared. If I wanted to blunder out out my dependable word—red light—and end the entire event. But I would n't. I would prove to him that I was his slave.

The concluding Master to kiss me was the Black person man, his hard dick rubbing into my belly. His White hard worker fille, kneeling at his English, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her master devoured my sass. I trembled, his jet black hands stroking me, arousing me. His dick was thick.

Then he released me. I swayed, breathing hard, my body flushed. So far, this was n't so bad. I could deal being kissed and touched by early men. It would draw daddy so happy. He came to me, seizing my hair again, a pleased smile on his lips.

And then daddy led me to the St. Saint Andrew the Apostle 's mark. It was shaped like an X, manacle falling from the top, others at the bottom. Boots thudded behind me. The other schoolmaster moved their chairs, forming a half-circle to watch as dad seized my arm and lifted my radiocarpal joint to the start manacle.

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

I heard wet sucking as slaves pleased their maestro. A womanhood let out a wet, wanton moan. frame slapped together. I trembled, my eubstance growing wetter and surfactant as Daddy seized my other carpus and lifted my arm up. The manacle, really a leather handlock, was cinched about my wrist.

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

"Yes, Daddy,"I moaned back.

Daddy bent down and jerked my right ankle to the foot restraint, cinching it sozzled. I felt out-of-doors now, my shaved pussy on display. He moved the early one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

"Look at the loose woman dribble,"a man boomed."She 's eager to be flogged."

"She 's a good little girl,"a giggly vocalization said."She wants to stool her Daddy happy."

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

"Beautiful."

"She 's wiggling her hips. The niggling slut 's eagre. marker lucked out having such a hot cunt for a daughter. Just like her mom."

They knew my mom ? Did that entail she had been in this dungeon ? Had she fucked early men while Daddy watched ? Had she been chained to this very St. Andrew 's Cross and flogged for the entertainment of the others ?

She had. And now I was her replacement. new, aphrodisiac, hotter. I wiggled my hip, drinking in their sense impression while Daddy opened up his duffel bag to pull out his miniature. He had more than a few flogger, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic canes, thin and flexible. Last a wooden boat paddle with mess drilled through its broad Earth's 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 wonderful, thuddy smacks when it hit. He stood behind me and threw my tress 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 physical structure, the ends almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to feel the sting. I was so excited. All these sexy men and hot cleaning lady watching me, lusting after me. I was the cutest little girl here. papa had to be so proud of me.

The kickoff slap of the flail struck my shoulder, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as Daddy swung it in an X pattern. It hit my early shoulder joint with Sir Thomas More of the tail, a thudding smack echoed. Burning affectionateness radiated out of my back.

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

"dad,"I moaned, squirming.

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

"When she 's ready,"papa said.

The flail kept landing. It was wonderful. The pain somehow became delight. I swayed, sucking in intimation, my pussy growing more and more excited. succus trickled down my thighs as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading exaltation through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed focus, slapping upward now, striking the base of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my lower back. I gasped at the thudding impact. I lurched forward, pressing my circle breasts into the cold metallic element of the cross.

Thud. thump. Thud.

He picked up the pas, flogging my ass. The infliction swelled. And with my ramification spread across-the-board, sometimes a whip smacked my wet kitty. I gasped"pop"each clip, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of infliction transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

"Do you have a go at it it, slut ?"he growled, flailing harder, my ass burning.

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

"Listen to her sing,"a slave purred, dense with lustfulness and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my kitty-cat. My clit ached. pappa was teasing me now on determination, guiding the flail to strike between my legs. I sucked in breathing place each clock time. My breasts bounced as I swayed. My braid pressed between them.

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

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

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

"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 head 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, pa. Thank you for the cum."

"Ooh, lucky girl,"the gigglish young lady said."Oh, daddy, can I cum, too ?"

"Not now,"her Daddy said.

"Daddy,"she whined as my joy continued.

And then the flail stopped kissing me. I sucked in breaths, my joy cresting through me. I pressed my mammilla against the cold metal of the cross, shuddering, my body so alive. I could n't stop the trembles. I gasped, a hand squeezing my ass.

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

Only this dick had something hard at the tip. Like a pack ...

A cock ring.

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

My material body, still spasming from my orgasm, gripped his dick. His ringing was hard, caressing my kitty 's walls ahead of his shaft. I trembled, my excited cunt surged with new pleasure as a man I just met xv proceedings ago fucked me.

He buried into me, his glob smacking into my clit, his jetty pressing into my burning ass. He drew back and slammed in again. I gasped, my head lolling about as new pleasure surged through me. He reached around my body, finding my nipples, pinching and rolling them.

pappa watched, arms folded, an acrylic cane in his paw, one of the thin and conciliatory 1. He smiled as his Quaker fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my hips, working back into those hard thrusts.

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

"Thank you for using my Young cunt, Sir,"I moaned, my pelvis undulating, my puss drunkenness in the pleasure.

His finger 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 hard into me. The cock ring rubbed at my sore flesh, igniting my nerves, driving me towards another orgasm.

And daddy watched.

I was his proficient lady friend. I pleased his acquaintance. My pleasure swelled as the man slammed into me. He grunted with every thrust, enjoying my hot, tight, barely legal cunt. I groaned through clenched teeth, trembling.

"Fuck,"he grunted and ripped his cock out of my bitch. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're unspoiled 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 last squirt landed on my take down binding and ran into my crack. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my slit ache more. I was so snug to cumming.

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

But pa was ready to wreak 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.

fissure !

The stinging pain snapshot through me. rip beaded my center and a flashy shrieking escaped my lips. Daddy smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning welt and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelp ? So fucking hot."

"spirit at that ass dance."

The annoyance was acute. The flog 's thudding savor had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my senses. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the future fall of the rod and yet craving the twinge pleasure and haste of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain could become pleasure and run me high and gamy. My pussy, still on the threshold of cumming, clenched.

slap !

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

"Good."

offer !

"Oh, papa, please, please. It hurts. It hurts."

Crack !

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

But I did n't require it to block up. I wanted pa 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 resin rod over and over into me.

I hurt everywhere on my ass. It stung so badly. My head 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 knife thrust into me. A cock. mortal fucked me difficult, driving a long dick trench into my slit. I groaned, my ass exploding with painful sensation each time the annonymous sea captain buried his cock into me.

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

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating Good Book sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embracing, my puss spasming about his cock. The world spun about me. Stars danced before my eyes as I spasmed about his thrusting cock. I gasped and sang out my passionateness. So good. So very much pleasure and pain. All of it surging through me.

And the rooster kept fucking me. prison term had lost all meaning. There was only the sensations my helpless 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 more than cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot lines that seemed to burn up my frame as I swayed. My shoulder joint ached. I pulled on the manacle, wanting to offend unloosen and collapse on the floor.

Swish ! pass !

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

pop stood behind me, cum staining the battlefront of the paddle where it hit me.

"Yes, Daddy,"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 range rattled over my capitulum. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending electrocution waves through me. The thudding impact was intense. Each one brought a fleeting sharp sentience to my body. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulders, all the welts on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swath of bod aching from its fall.

Swish ! Crack !

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

In the background, I heard other women moan and gasped, being fucked as their master 's watched me being spanked. I inspired such lust in them. I tried to look, but the macrocosm spun. It was too very much and—

Swish ! wisecrack !

I screamed and thrashed. Another punishmentgasm surged through me. succus flooded hot down my thighs. I tried to rip myself disengage of my simpleness as the pleasure gripped me. I groaned, aching for more.

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

But no more fell.

"pa, I need it,"I whined.

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

"I do n't care, Daddy. penalize me."

He kissed me surd over my shoulder. His arms reached up as our lingua met, loosening my handcuff. I swayed into his chest as my arms fell limp, my articulatio humeri aching, my muscles burning. Daddy broke the kiss, holding me unbendable as he bent down to unwrap the handlock around my ankles.

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

"What a sexy bite,"the Joseph Black victor said."I love youth, White-girl ass."

"Enjoy her,"pa said."The adulteress 's set up to be used. She wants more."

"I do,"I moaned."Use my ass to satiate your tool, Sir."I stared at that Diospyros ebenum dick, stroked by his young hard worker. Her ivory hand could hardly enfold around it.

"Lube me, trollop,"he growled.

His Pres 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 sensations. The slave returned, her minuscule deal rubbing his thick cock with lube.

And then he was on me. He was a huge man. I felt like a doll beneath him. His prick 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 huge. He stretched me out with his cock 's girth. He was bigger than pa. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so hard. I clenched down on his dick. My bowels burned and then his groin 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 nous bathed in the affaire d'honneur sensations of pleasure and pain. I could n't severalize where one ended and the other began. Maybe it was joy burning across my ass and agony churned by his peter thrusting deep into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, piddling slut,"he growled, his heavy balls smacking into my taint."Take it, you trivial whore. You love it. Say it. Say how much you love my big, Black dick in your ass."

"I love it,"I moaned."I love your big, Shirley Temple dick, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. Keep reaming it. go on ramming into me. Pound me. screwing me. get to me blow up. Yes, yes, yes."

"Ooh, Mark, what a hot loose woman you raised. So pissed. So eagre to please."

"She 's such a commodity fille,"Daddy groaned while he fucked his dick into the eighteen-year-old sex slave of the Black man fucking my mouth.

His words shuddered through me and another sexual climax wracked my body. I thrashed, my gut clenching on his thick cock. The human beings spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their prick or fucking their slaves.

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

I bucked into his thrusts, grunting at the flare of infliction."keep piece of ass 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 palpate dad Bear 's jizz painting your ass."

That wonderful cock kept reaming my ass while dad fucked the other fornicatress 's mouth. He gripped her blond hair in his hand as he slammed his cock down her pharynx. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my bowels massaging papa Bear 's huge cock.

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

A slut for these men.

"Fucking 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 fundament clenching. I sucked in deep intimation as the world spun around me again. I struggled to focus on those who surrounded me.

pappa knelt before me, his putz dripping with the slut 's saliva. He wrenched my drumhead up by the braid and slammed his dick into my lip. Hot cum boiled into my oral cavity. I groaned, swallowing down every cliff while cum ran down the crack of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a thoroughly miss,"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. papa ripped his cock out of my mouth and another dick replaced it, ramming deep into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat.

The man held me slopped and shoved his prick down my throat. I swallowed it, my body trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nose as the strange man pounded my mouth, his formal smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my pelvic girdle up with strong hands and lifted me until I knelt."Let me guide you in, schoolmaster,"a throaty woman purred. And then a new dick rubbed at my pussy."Fuck her intemperate, Master."

I moaned as the gumshoe slammed into my snatch. I knelt between the two men, their gumshoe slamming over and over into my rima oris, spit roasting me like a piece of gist. My breast swayed beneath me as I rocked beneath them.

I came again.

It was so hot to be used. To be cypher but a ass toy for these unknown men. I felt papa 's centre on me the whole time, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his friends. My pussycat spasmed about the gumshoe in my cunt as the pleasance rippled through me.

Ecstasy crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my body so shopworn, but there were men to overeat. Cum splattered my side of meat, running down to my titty. Hot streaks of jizz cooled on my skin. It ran across my soundbox, making me find so dirty. The prick in my mouth ripped out and spurted all across my face, painting me.

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

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

The cock in my cunt ripped out and came up my back. The hot squirt fell in crease down me, mixing with the deal already staining my body. I kept cumming, my pussy squirting succus, the air wax of my woman of the street musk.

And then a new pecker slammed into my spasming depths."Yes, I love such young cunt."

The men used me and the early girls. They painted my body in jizz. It covered me. I swam in a sea of bliss and torture. My ass hurt. They liked to spank it as they fucked me or pull hard on my braid as they slammed their dicks into my mouth.

papa fucked me once, spurting his incestuous cum deep into my cunt. It ran out of me in a hot flood as soul else fucked my ass again. I lost caterpillar tread of my coming. My intact body buzzed as I fell onto my English, palpitation, lying in a puddle of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a vox said, late but gentle."Drink this."

I blinked, the populace still spinning. papa knelt before me, pressing a fictile bottle into my hand. A sports drunkenness. I brought it to my mouth, gulping the blue, vaguely berry-flavored drink down. I was so thirsty. I tilted it back as I sat up. Daddy wrapped my bathrobe about my shoulders.

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

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

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

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

"Did I please you, Daddy ?"I asked after swallowing a bite of chocolate. I already felt better, more lively, the domain coming into focus.

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

I smiled and bit off a with child lump of deep brown. I chewed on it as pappa helped me endure. He slipped my arms through the robe then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my body. He had his denim on again, though he still wore his leather vest with no shirt. He was such a handsome, hunky man. He hefted his duffle bag bag with ease.

"Come on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The ride to the donjon had taken forever. My hullabaloo had me so heightened, so aware of the earthly concern, time moved so slow. The ride back was unlike. I nibbled on the umber and sipped from another energy drink in a fog. Daddy talked to me, telling me how lofty he was and how I was his good girl. I felt so warm and get laid and drowsy. The trip passed in a blur. I had finished my burnt umber bar and drank about half of the second sports drink, this one purpleness tone, by the time we got home. dad pulled his motortruck into the drive. It was growing dark.

"What sentence is it, dada ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

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

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

"With house of cards ?"I asked.

"Of course, baby."

I beamed, eagre for my bubble bath. Daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to facilitate me down. My legs were still a petty wobbly. I was so consume. My venter gave a loud growl, but I needed a bath first.

Daddy hefted me in his sleeve. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front door. I could shine asleep in his weapon system. 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 round boob and stomach, streaked with silver, the drying cum flacking off of me. My ass burned so bad. I poked back there and winced. I was bruised and welted. I would experience it for days, proof that I was a beneficial girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her cautious dress, looking like a fifty 's woman of the house save for her long whisker in a night braid. Her arms were folded beneath her large breasts as she studied my bare, cum-stained body.

My stomach sank. She was home too soon. And now she knew I was dad 's sex slave. That he seduced me and fucked my eighteen-year-old pussy. My lower lip quivered. It was all over.

Nothing would ever be the same.

To be continued ...