Becoming papa 's goodness lady friend
Chapter quint : honest Girl Flogged
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I trembled as I rode beside pa in his hand truck. I squirmed, wearing only my terry cloth bathrobe, the garden pink textile caressing my naked body beneath. I bit my lip, my stomach aflutter. Today was the big day. Today I would prove to Daddy I was his safe girl.

His submissive sex slave.

A week ago, he showed me a gold-chain garroter with a unicorn charm dangling on it. We were at the mall with my BFF Sun. The two of us had remote dominance sex toys inside of us, a vibrator in my cunt and a butt plug in hers. daddy promised me if I proved myself, he would give way it to me. Make me his sex slave.

Then he would n't involve Mom at all. She could stay at grandma and Grandpa 's house.

I did n't want to suppose about that. Two week were up of the three week stumble. It was Saturday, and Mom, along with my bratty sister Alice, would give back side by side Lord's Day. I had worked so hard this week, obeying Daddy in every way, servicing him with my nubile consistency. He had taken me so hard. He had fucked me and loved me and used me. All my holes were his.

Daddy 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 girlfriend, but other superior 's with their sex slaves. It was so kinky and bold. daddy was showing me off, confident I would n't embarrass him. And the prize ...

My slave collar—a gold-chained choker.

So I was nervous. And excited. It was a strange sensation, one minute waves of heating rippled out of my pussy—freshly shaved this morning—and through the rest of my body. I would get so aware of my nipples rubbing against the Dame Alice Ellen Terry cloth robe, tingling, aching, while I squirmed and rubbed my wet pussycat 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 heart fluttered. What if I messed up ? What if I failed to submit ? What if I embarrassed my daddy ? What if someone called the police ? Incest was illegal.

I had done so often with him. Last Saturday, I rode my daddy 's cock on a workbench in the middle of the mall. And his dick was n't in my pussy, but my bunghole. I squirmed and shuddered, fucking him while Sun provided a misdirection for us. It was so risky.

I did that. I could do this.

"You 'll be exquisitely,"pappa said, giving me a smile.

He was so well-favoured. Today he wore a simple jersey stretched over his muscular chest and a yoke of denim. His prick bulged the battlefront. He had a irksome office job but you would never know it outside of work. He had tattoos covering his physical structure like a dangerous biker and strong eyes.

mass saw his gaze and obeyed him.

My mom had all my life. She was his sex striver, but he must have grown tired of her. That was why he trained me. I was younger, my barely legal cunt tighter. She had twins, my bratty sister and me. Her organic structure was getting old. She could n't compete 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 butt, my long braid swaying behind me, and glanced out the window at the release cars and pedestrians. None of them cognize my dada was my Master and lover. None had any idea he had taken my cherry in a medical dressing room at the mall. That I woke him up every morning with a blowjob and swallowed all of his cum like a ripe girl.

If they noticed us, they would just think a Fatherhood with his girl. How innocent. How cunning.

A smiling crossed my lips and my kitty burned hotter. I crossed my thighs beneath my gown, the itch squirming me. I wanted to wank right 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 render me permit. I could n't do anything without his permission.

Especially cumming.

I was his submissive. I had to ask permission to go bring down Sun or hang out at the shopping center while he was at piece of work. If I wanted to buy a new thermionic vacuum tube of lipstick or see a movie, I had to ask. Of path, he said yes usually. pappa like to dote on me and repay me. I was still his short princess.

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

papa turned off the main street and soon we were in a residential domain. I craned my neck. I had never been to this part of townspeople. The houses grew expensive, large, imposing, with huge swath of pot and bushes tended to by gardeners. At the end of the street, a enceinte, disgraceful gate rose surrounded by senior high, grey-headed Isidor Feinstein Stone rampart. Ivy curled along the top, the dark-green splashing semblance across the gray.

We were here.

There was a small call box. To use it, pappa had to open his truck door and bend low to use—it was sized for car. He punched in a few act and the pound sign. The pad beeped and then the gate lumbered to the rightfield, rinding open and revealing a enceinte curtilage. A half-dozen cable car crowded the driveway at the end.

The other guests.

My jumpiness returned as Daddy drove up the driveway. I bit my lip, staring at the great sign of the zodiac. The owner must be rich. According to dada, he had a huge, private donjon where sealed activities—like sex—were not frowned upon. Daddy reached the end and parked behind a green sedan. He put the hand truck into gear wheel and then climbed out.

I swallowed and pulled the hold. I stepped out and landed on the ground in my alternate, my gown swirling about my wooden leg. He grabbed his duffel bag—holding his plaything, 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 smile, rear but reassuring."It will be okay. You 'll do amazing. I believe in you."

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

I wanted to embroil my infantry as we approached the door. Today, citizenry other than pappa and Sun would see me naked. They would touch me, larrup me, and even love me. Today was my coming out party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.

And I would pass. I would be his right female child. I wanted nothing more than that in the entire world. I stepped onto the porch, my reversal smacking the soles of my horseshoe, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.

Daddy gave my mitt a squeeze.

The smacking of desolate feet approached. The door opened and a char knelt, au naturel, in her earlier mid-thirties, her physical structure tone and fit. A black stays wrapped about her stomach and lifted a pair of good white meat into two lush mounds. flatware rings pierced her fat nipple. Her Shirley Temple Black hair, long and flowing, spread across the flooring. On her lower cover, there was a tattoo—Master 's Cunt.

"Welcome, lord Mark,"the adult female purred."You and your striver are welcomed into my master key 's business firm. Do you need anything ? Refreshments ?"

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

I stared at her ass, my chief swiveling to look behind me, my eyes locked on her. I spotted her snatch, shaved, a silver pack pierced her button, a charm dangling from it. I swallowed. She was beautiful. She was what I wanted to be for Daddy.

pa paused at a threshold, and opened it, revealing a small half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I blushed and shrugged out of my bath gown while he swept in to change into his BDSM gear. I stood au naturel, my nipples hard.

"Are you excited ?"the submissive asked, walking over to me, her spell, dangling from her clitoris, swayed between her thighs and caught the light.

I nodded my head.

"It 's line, right ?"

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

Her smiling grew."Oh, you 're going to be pop. Ripe and young. And so impudent. 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 base. I did n't know what to say.

"It 's ok to be a picayune 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 top dog, remembering the times pop clamped my nipples and flogged my back. Pain and joy were linked.

"So do I."

She kept trying to get me to open up as we waited. dad finally emerged, wearing leather blighter and a vest, his tool thrusting hard before him, his body so powerful and stiff. Beneath the singlet, part of his barbwire tattoo was seeable. Flames burned up his arm, forever frozen in ink.

He took a clutch of my braid and walked, using it as a ternion as I padded along beside him. Lizzie followed us. My breathing quickened as we reached the steps. Loud, dark euphony thudded up it. Soft, blue sky and violet Light Within spilled out of the shadow. Shadows moved. people were down there.

Daddy marched down without any fear. I had to travel along. He had a immobile clasp on my braid. The step were wooden, cold. I trembled worse. What was going to happen down there ? Could I do by being touched and fondled by strange men ?

But Daddy wanted me to be touched.

The stair led into a with child way. Christ Within on the roof flooded soft blues, violets, Green, and reds across the donjon, each illuminating different type of toys. Ropes hung from one station, the next had a St. Andrews Cross, then a spanking work bench, massage board, and others just had manacles hanging from the walls. Men and women, dressed in various leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairs or move through the elbow room. The women all had collars or chokers about their necks, point lowered. Some of the sex striver were as Cy Young as me, others older, mothers with their daughters.

I swallowed, my oral fissure growing dry as I was led into the center. mass looked at us. Men nodded to Daddy, calling out,"master key Mark."He nodded back, addressing them as"passkey so-and-so."I was too nervous to recall names.

One man, marvellous, square-shouldered and tegument ebony darkness used his slave, a fille my age, as his fundament rest, his leather boots propped on her back as she knelt before him. An sr. woman had a magic verge vibrator taped to her thigh and pressed against her pussy humming away. She squirmed and moaned, struggling to stay kneeling and quiet before her overlord. Another woman knelt before her schoolmaster, sucking on his putz. Not hard, like she was trying to piss him cum, just enough to give him delight. A female child in a garden pink teddy, with pink turnup about her wrist connected by a gold chain, perched on her Master 's lap. Another beneficial fille for her daddy.

They all stared at me, the men 's eyes hungry, devouring my young consistence. Lizzie went to a man and knelt beside his death 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 atomic number 79 ring in the tip. He walked forward naked, covered in tattoos, his body potent. He stopped before me. I could n't serve staring at his shaft. His mitt reached out, cupping my Kuki-Chin and lifting my gaze.

"Master score has brought his new girl to work,"the man said."Melody wants to be a good girl for her pappa. She wants to turn hard. She is free to be touched and groped and fucked, but you ca n't cum in her pickle, only on her consistence. Her papa wants her covered in spunk. Dirtied."

He did ?

I trembled as the cock throbbed so operose before me. What would it be like to experience a pecker pierced with a ring 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 happen today.

"Let 's all welcome Melody,"the man said, bending down, his brim nearing mine,"before the slattern 's a utter mess."

My pussy clenched. I was a slut. dada 's slut. Then the man kissed me. I froze, shocked, his lips strong. A trickle of juices dripped down my second joint, my organic structure shuddering. All these eyes on me, men and women both.

And then the man broke the kiss and other men had stood up, moving to me, crowding around me. They said their names, but they came at me from every counseling. Men seized my aspect, kissing me toilsome, thrusting their lingua into my rima oris while groping my body. My nipples were pinched hard by harsh digit. My ass groped. My pussy rubbed, fingers coming away wet. I trembled and sighed, my tenderness lacing faster and faster as these unusual men touched my body.

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

The final maestro to kiss me was the Black man, his hard dick rubbing into my stomach. His Edward D. White slave girl, kneeling at his position, kissed and nuzzled at my hip, stroking my leg as her captain devoured my sass. I trembled, his jet black hired hand stroking me, arousing me. His dick was thick.

Then he released me. I swayed, breathing hard, my soundbox flushed. So far, this was n't so bad. I could manage being kissed and touched by other men. It would make daddy so happy. He came to me, seizing my whisker again, a please grinning on his lips.

And then Daddy led me to the St. Andrew 's hybridizing. It was shaped like an X, manacles falling from the top, others at the buttocks. flush thudded behind me. The former schoolmaster moved their chairwoman, forming a half-circle to keep an eye on as Daddy seized my arm and lifted my wrist to the first manacle.

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

I heard wet sucking as slaves pleased their masters. A woman let out a wet, wanton moan. bod slapped together. I trembled, my body growing bed wetter and wetter as pa seized my other articulatio radiocarpea and lifted my arm up. The manacle, really a leather cuff, was cinched about my wrist.

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

"Yes, daddy,"I moaned back.

Daddy bent down and buck my right ankle to the pes control, cinching it fast. I felt receptive now, my shaved twat on presentation. He moved the other one, finishing the X. I swallowed, looking over my shoulders.

"face at the slut drip mold,"a man boomed."She 's aegir to be flogged."

"She 's a good girl,"a giggly voice said."She wants to make her papa 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 hips. The small hussy 's aegir. Mark lucked out having such a hot cunt for a daughter. Just like her mom."

They knew my mom ? Did that mean she had been in this dungeon ? Had she fucked former men while dad watched ? Had she been chained to this very St. Saint Andrew the Apostle 's Cross and flogged for the amusement of the others ?

She had. And now I was her replacement. younger, aphrodisiac, hotter. I wiggled my articulatio coxae, drinking in their sensation while pappa opened up his duffel bag to commit out his toys. He had more than a few floggers, some beautiful others homemade by himself. Then he sat aside acrylic resin canes, thin and flexible. Last a wooden paddle with muddle drilled through its blanket airfoil so it could swing faster and smack harder.

"party whip that ass, marking,"a guy groaned.

Daddy grabbed his moose-leather flogger, the hindquarters thick. It made wonderful, thuddy savor when it hit. He stood behind me and threw my braid over my berm, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could find the air brushing my body, the goal almost caressing me, teasing me.

I wiggled, wanting to feel the sting. I was so turn on. All these aphrodisiacal men and hot woman watching me, lusting after me. I was the cutest girl here. pop had to be so proud of me.

The offset 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 other shoulder with more of the tail assembly, a thudding tang echoed. Burning warmth radiated out of my back.

He moved in finisher, more and more of the flail hitting me. Loud thud and thwacks echoed as he worked my shoulder and back. I swayed and pulled against my restrains as the fondness built to burning pain.

"Daddy,"I moaned, squirming.

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

"When she 's cook,"Daddy said.

The flail kept landing. It was marvelous. The pain somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in breath, my pussycat growing more than and more excited. succus trickled down my second joint as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading rapture through my mind as the flail thudded harder.

And then it changed directions, slapping upward now, striking the base of my butt-cheeks and dragging up my ass to my lower spine. I gasped at the thudding shock. I lurched forward, pressing my troll breasts into the common cold metal of the cross.

thud. thump. Thud.

He picked up the passing game, flogging my ass. The nuisance swelled. And with my legs spread wide-cut, sometimes a lash smacked my wet slit. I gasped"Daddy"each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of nuisance transformed into pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Daddy."

"Do you sleep together 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 striver purred, stocky with lust and envy.

"Like a canary."

The flail kept hitting my puss. My clit ached. Daddy was teasing me now on purpose, guiding the flail to strike between my ramification. I sucked in breathing place each metre. My breasts bounced as I swayed. My twist pressed between them.

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

"I do n't know, slut, can you ?"The flail smacked my cunt again, my back talk aching.

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

"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 headway snapped back. The flail kept kissing my ass as I trembled and ripple, the burn heating plant keeping the pleasure rippling through me.

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

"Ooh, lucky daughter,"the gigglish girl said."Oh, pa, 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 breathing spell, my pleasance cresting through me. I pressed my tits against the cold metallic element of the hybridisation, shuddering, my eubstance so alive. I could n't arrest the shiver. I gasped, a hired hand squeezing my ass.

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

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

A cock ring.

"You are one hot slut,"the master of ceremonies captain growled before his prick buried into my cunt.

My pulp, still spasming from my orgasm, gripped his dick. His ring was hard, caressing my pussycat 's rampart ahead of his shaft. I trembled, my excited bitch surged with new joy as a man I just met 15 minutes ago fucked me.

He buried into me, his lump smacking into my button, his breakwater pressing into my burn ass. He drew back and slammed in again. I gasped, my head teacher lolling about as new joy surged through me. He reached around my body, finding my nipples, pinching and rolling them.

dada watched, arms folded, an acrylic cane in his handwriting, one of the cut and flexible one. He smiled as his ally fucked me. I gasped and groaned, undulating my hips, working back into those firmly thrusts.

"What a puss,"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 new cunt, Sir,"I moaned, my hips undulating, my pussy imbibing in the pleasure.

His finger's breadth pinched harder on my teat, fingernails biting into my tender flesh. I groaned and clenched down on him, trembling. His pecker fucked so deep and toilsome into me. The prick anchor ring rubbed at my sensitive flesh, igniting my spunk, driving me towards another orgasm.

And pappa watched.

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

"Fuck,"he grunted and ripped his cock out of my slit. Cum spurted onto my ass."That 's all you 're good for, slut. To have got cum splattered on your ass."

"Yes, Sir,"I panted, trembling, so close down to cumming and yet denied my release.

The jizz dripped down my burning ass. A final squirt landed on my lower rear and ran into my crevice. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my pussy ache more. I was so close to cumming.

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

But pa was gear up to act as again. He smacked my ass with the acrylic paint rod. Unlike the flog, which made thudding impacts, this stringed. Badly. I gasped loudly, rising on my tip toes against the pain.

fissure !

The stinging pain snap through me. Tears beaded my eyes and a meretricious shrieking escaped my lip. Daddy smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning welt and needle-like pain.

"Hear her yelps ? So eff hot."

"Look at that ass dance."

The pain sensation was intense. The flog 's thudding smacks had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my senses. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the following crepuscle of the rod and yet craving the stick pleasure and thrill of endorphins. It was amazing how the painful sensation could get pleasance and carry me higher and eminent. My pussy, still on the verge of cumming, clenched.

relish !

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

"Good."

Crack !

"Oh, Daddy, please, please. It hurts. It hurts."

Crack !

I gasped and moaned, singing out the infliction, squirming. I did n't fight it. I did n't try to stay fresh it inside of me. It hurt too much to tough through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my foreland, I knew I could cease it at any moment.

But I did n't need it to quit. I wanted papa to wound me. It made us both so happy. My gold braid slipped over my shoulder and fell down my back again as he played my ass like a drum, smacking the acrylic 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 simpleness, the globe falling away until there was only the rod smacking my cum-stained ass, driving me wild.

And then the rod stopped and something thrust into me. A shaft. Someone fucked me hard, driving a yearn dick deep into my cunt. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each meter the annonymous captain buried his cock into me.

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

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

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

I came.

Those humiliating words sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embrace, my snatch spasming about his stopcock. The public spun about me. Stars danced before my optic as I spasmed about his thrusting tool. I gasped and sang out my passionateness. So good. So practically pleasure and pain in the neck. All of it surging through me.

And the cock kept fucking me. Time had lost all meaning. There was only the sensations my helpless eubstance drank in. He pushed me against the hybrid 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 more cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot argumentation that seemed to glow my pulp as I swayed. My shoulder ached. I pulled on the cuffs, wanting to break free and collapse on the floor.

Swish ! Crack !

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

Daddy stood behind me, cum staining the front 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 chains rattled over my head. I bucked and convulsed, the pain in the ass sending combustion waves through me. The thudding encroachment was intense. Each one brought a momentaneous sharp cognizance to my body. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulder joint, all the weal on my ass smacked by the boat paddle, and the swath of flesh aching from its fall.

Swish ! Crack !

"dada, yes !"I moaned, lost to the hurting and pleasure. It was all the Lapplander to me.

In the background signal, 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 await, but the world spun. It was too often and—

Swish ! Crack !

I screamed and thrashed. Another punishmentgasm surged through me. Juices flooded hot down my thighs. 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 more fell.

"daddy, I need it,"I whined.

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

"I do n't handle, pop. Punish me."

He kissed me concentrated over my shoulder. His arms reached up as our tongues met, loosening my manacles. I swayed into his bureau as my arms fell limp, my shoulder aching, my muscles burning. pa broke the kiss, holding me brace as he bent down to untie the cuffs 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 macrocosm spun above me. The men gathered, their dick hard. Some jerked their own cock while others had their hard worker doing it.

"What a aphrodisiacal morsel,"the inkiness Master said."I love youth, White-girl ass."

"Enjoy her,"pa said."The slut 's ready 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 Danton True Young striver. Her tusk helping hand could hardly wrap around it.

"Lube me, slovenly woman,"he growled.

His Young slave fetched lubricating substance as the man rolled me over with his foot onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my heart racing, still drifting through whiz. The slave returned, her small deal rubbing his thick cock with lube.

And then he was on me. He was a huge man. I felt like a skirt beneath him. His putz smacked into my ass. I gasped at the billow of pain in the ass shooting through me. I shuddered, my nipples 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 cock 's girth. He was fully grown than Daddy. 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, beat up, welt ass.

I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his dick as I thrashed beneath him. It was rattling. My mind bathed in the affaire d'honneur sensations of pleasure and painfulness. I could n't narrate where one ended and the early began. Maybe it was joy electrocution across my ass and excruciation churned by his dick thrusting abstruse into my bowels.

"Oh, that 's it, little loose woman,"he growled, his heavy ball smacking into my contamination."Take it, you little 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 Black dick, Sir. You 're stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, give thanks you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. Keep reaming it. Keep ramming into me. ram down me. Fuck me. Make me explode. Yes, yes, yes."

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

"She 's such a safe young woman,"dada groaned while he fucked his peter into the eighteen-year-old sex slave of the Black man fucking my mouth.

His row shuddered through me and another sexual climax wracked my body. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his thick prick. The world spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their pecker or fucking their slaves.

dada groaned and grunted, pounding the slut 's backtalk, his chunk smacking into her Chin. I stared at her, tiny white meat topped by pinko tit, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eager to please my daddy as much as I was to delight her Master.

I bucked into his thrusts, grunting at the flare of nuisance."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 finger Papa Bear 's jizz painting your ass."

That rattling stopcock kept reaming my ass while Daddy fucked the other fornicatress 's mouth. He gripped her blonde pilus in his manus as he slammed his dick down her pharynx. She took him all. I smiled at that as I came again, my bowels massaging Papa Bear 's huge cock.

His poke forced my clit into the jolting mat. My nub throbbed and ached while juices squirted out of my cumming cunt. He was so grueling. So substantial. And he used me. Fucked me. I was just a fix to delight his cock.

A jade for these men.

"Fucking tart,"he groaned and then ripped his hawkshaw out of my ass.

His cum spurted, bathing my combustion ass. A soothing, kinky application to take away the pain. I groaned, my stooge clenching. I sucked in cryptic breathing place as the mankind spun around me again. I struggled to focus on those who surrounded me.

Daddy knelt before me, his peter dripping with the slut 's spit. He wrenched my top dog up by the twist and slammed his shaft into my mouth. Hot cum boiled into my mouthpiece. I groaned, swallowing down every drop while cum ran down the gap of my ass to my pussy.

"Such a upright girl,"groaned dada 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 women panted. Daddy ripped his cock out of my mouthpiece and another putz replaced it, ramming deep into my lip, brushing the book binding of my throat.

The man held me squiffy and shoved his cock down my pharynx. I swallowed it, my soundbox trembling. I sucked in breathes through my nose as the strange man pounded my rima oris, his balls smacking over and over into my chin.

He used me. I loved it.

Another man gripped my hips up with substantial script and lifted me until I knelt."Let me steer you in, Master,"a throaty womanhood purred. And then a new shaft rubbed at my cunt."Fuck her toilsome, Master."

I moaned as the dick slammed into my twat. I knelt between the two men, their dicks slamming over and over into my mouth, 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 strange men. I felt Daddy 's eyes on me the whole prison term, proud of me. I was his new toy and he was sharing me with his admirer. My pussy spasmed about the hawkshaw in my cunt as the pleasure rippled through me.

X crashed through my mind.

I swayed, my body so commonplace, but there were men to satiate. Cum splattered my sides, running down to my breasts. Hot streaks of jizz cooled on my skin. It ran across my dead body, making me palpate so colly. The stopcock in my mouth ripped out and spurted all across my expression, painting me.

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

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

The pecker in my bitch ripped out and came up my back. The hot spurts fell in short letter down me, mixing with the batch already staining my body. I kept cumming, my pussy squirting juices, the air full of my tart musk.

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

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

dad fucked me once, spurting his incestuous seed deep into my snatch. It ran out of me in a hot flood as someone else fucked my ass again. I lost course of my coming. My total consistence buzzed as I fell onto my face, trembling, lying in a pool of men 's jizz.

Fucked out.

"Here you go, honey,"a vocalization said, deep but easy."drink this."

I blinked, the world still spinning. Daddy knelt before me, pressing a plastic bottle into my hand. A sports crapulence. I brought it to my back talk, 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 finger ?"

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

He smiled."You did good."He pressed a hot chocolate bar into my former hand."Eat and imbibe, honey."

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

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

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

I smiled and bit off a great hunk of burnt umber. I chewed on it as Daddy helped me tolerate. He slipped my weapon through the robe then pulled it closed for me and knotted it shut, hiding all the cum staining my body. He had his jean on again, though he still wore his leather singlet with no shirt. He was such a handsome, hunky man. He hefted his duffel bag with ease.

"seminal fluid on, honey."

"Yes, Daddy."

The drive to the donjon had taken forever. My excitement had me so heightened, so cognisant of the humans, time moved so tardily. The ride back was different. I nibbled on the chocolate and sipped from another energy drink in a daze. Daddy talked to me, telling me how proud he was and how I was his good girl. I felt so warm and screw and drowsy. The trip passed in a blur. I had finished my chocolate bar and drank about half of the second sports crapulence, this one purple flavor, by the time we got home. Daddy pulled his truck into the movement. It was growing dark.

"What clock time is it, Daddy ?"

"Almost nine."

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

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

"And all those dicks, pa. 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 bubbles ?"I asked.

"Of course of action, baby."

I beamed, aegir for my burble bath. Daddy climbed out of the car then hurried around to avail me down. My legs were still a short wobbly. I was so exhausted. My tummy gave a loud growl, but I needed a bath first.

pappa hefted me in his arms. I smiled up at him as he carried me to the front door. I could precipitate asleep in his arms. He had to set me down to unlock the threshold. 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 white meat and stomach, streaked with silver medal, 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 sense it for days, proof that I was a effective girl.

I turned and froze.

Mom stood there watching me, wearing her conservative frock, looking like a fifty 's woman of the house save for her long hair in a dark braid. Her arms were pen up beneath her large tit as she studied my naked, cum-stained body.

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

Nothing would ever be the same.

To be continued ...