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A daughter submits to her daddies desires while cloth shopping.Becoming Daddy’s Good Girl
Chapter One: Dressing Room Submission
“You take care of your father and be a good girl, Melody,” my mother said as she stood in the doorway of our house, her the tight, gold necklace glinting about her throat. She always wore it. The thin chain kept the heart-shaped locket pressed to the hollow of her throat. Her braid of brown hair fell off her right shoulder and down the front of her conservative dress. My mom always wore the most conservative dress. She was such a fifties housewife, staying at home, keeping everything clean, being subservient to dad.
Like always subservient. She would fetch him beers when he watched TV after work and always made sure his coffee was topped off during breakfast. Every day when he came home from work, Mom would be waiting for him, ready to take his jacket and massage his feet.
And she did it with a smile on her face. She loved my dad. And I didn’t blame him. He was a handsome man, tall, dark-haired, and muscular. Sometimes he made my eighteen-year-old body ache with desires and I would have to masturbate in my room hoping my twin sister Alice didn’t notice.
Now Alice and I weren’t identical twins but fraternal. We looked as much alike as any other normal set of sisters. She was taller and slimmer than I was but my breasts were bigger and my hair finer. It fell in a similar braid to my mother’s down my back, almost the same shade of brown.
“Mom, we’re going to be late,” Alice shouted from the car, her head shoved through, her bushy, tawny hair spilling about her delicate face. We both inherited Mom’s small nose and delicate cheekbones, making us look fragile and innocent.
“In a moment, dear,” my mom shouted, always full of patience. She turned to me and stroked my hair. “While I’m gone it will be up to you to take care of him, okay. Be obedient and a good girl. I know you will be. You love being a good girl for your daddy.”
My cheeks warmed. Ever since I realized that my dad was a muscular hunk beneath the dress shirts he wore for his office job, I found myself wanting to do whatever he said, running errands, fetching him drinks, doing things Mom normally did for him so I could be around him. It made my heart almost float out of my chest when I did.
I just wanted to be close to my dad. I was a daddy’s girl, but so were lots of my friends. My friends, including my best friend Sun, were all jealous that I had the cutest dad.
Alice, on the other hand, was a brat. I was glad she was going with Mom to Grandma’s. Three weeks of just me and Dad while Mom helped Grandma adjust after Grandpa’s hip surgery. I could have gone, but it was my choice to stay.
And I would get to spend so much time with Daddy. So of course I declined. It was so boring at Grandma’s. I loved her and Grandpa, I did, but there was nothing to do there but be board. They barely had internet and no cable, just rabbit ears on a black and white TV.
“I’ll be good for Dad,” I smiled.
She sighed. “You don’t call him Daddy anymore. I get it, you’re getting older, but it always made him happy when you call him Daddy.”
“It does?” I asked, a hot thrill shooting through me. Daddy. It felt so naughty to call him that at my age. I squirmed my hips, my nipples hardening in my bra.
She nodded her head. “Now you be good. Do everything he tells you. Eighteen is not too old to be spanked over your father’s knee.”
I blushed. Once, I had seen Dad spanking Mom a few weeks ago. They were in their bedroom, but the door had been cracked. It was Saturday and my sister and I were supposed to be weeding the garden. I slipped in to change my clothes—my tight shorts were proving impractical to moving—and heard the slaps. At first, I thought dad was hurting her until I glimpsed her face.
Mom loved to be spanked.
The image rose in my mind. My mother naked, her large breasts pressing against Dad’s muscular thigh, her round bottom red and wiggling as he slammed his broad hand on her flesh. Her head had risen with each spanking, her toes curling. I caught a glimpse between her legs. She was shaved and looked so youthful. And with her hair braided, she seemed more like a little girl being spanked by her daddy than a wife playing with her husband.
I had only watched for a minute before I was so afraid I ran. I burst into my bedroom, shoved my hands down my shorts, and rubbed at my pussy lips. I was so wet. I had never masturbated with such a frenetic need as I pictured Dad’s muscular chest, covered in barbwire tattoos, rippling as he drew back his arm and spanked me.
“Melody,” my mother said, bringing me out of my fantasy. “You are going to behave, right?”
“I’ll be Daddy’s good girl,” I smiled.
“Good.” Dad’s voice rumbled behind me.
Startled, I let out a squeak and turned around, my hands clasped before me as Dad, wearing a plain, white t-shirt that molded to his muscles, walked up. Mom lowered her head and clasped her hands before her. Dad stopped before her, ignoring me, and raised her chin.
“Dear,” Mom said, “Melody has promised to take care of you while I am gone. I hope she will be a satisfactory replacement.”
“Once I have her trained,” Dad answered, his thumb brushing her cheeks.
“Good.” A smile played on Mom’s lips. “Then, with your permission, dear, I would like to go and visit my parents.”
Permission? Why did Mom need permission?
Dad seized Mom’s lips in a kiss. My eyes widened at the unbridled passion. Mom shuddered, her eyes closed while Dad owned her lips. He still held her chin as he kissed her. She moaned, her hips shuddering, her hands squeezed tight together. And then he broke it. Mom took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed.
“I love you, dear.”
Dad nodded, his thumb still caressing her cheek, an intimate touch. Wild thoughts of Dad touching me like that spilled through my mind. A heat ignited between my thighs, wet, molten passion. The urge to run upstairs and masturbate seized me as Dad patted Mom’s ass as she walked away, a laugh on her lips and a saucy look in her eyes.
They were so affectionate.
“Well,” Dad said, staring down at me. He cupped my chin and lifted my eyes. Would he kiss me now? “It is just me and you. Your Mother promises me you will behave.”
His lips twitched, a smile almost forming. “Good.” He kissed me on my forehead instead of my lips. My flesh burned where he touched me. I shuddered. “Go fetch me a beer, the game’s about to start.”
“Yes, Daddy.” My heart beat in my chest as I turned and raced to the kitchen.
I thought I felt Dad’s eyes on my ass. I wore an old pair of jeans—I was supposed to go school shopping with Mom and Alice tomorrow—and they were tight. They hugged my rear and legs. I had grown since I bought them.
I hoped he was watching. It made me feel so womanly. Mom was gone. It was my place to be the woman of the house and make sure the man was taken care of.
My teachers at school would be horrified. Especially Ms. Gardner and Mrs. Thompson. They were always talking about how women didn’t have to serve men and being a housewife was “internalized misogyny.” But it was nice to serve. It made me happy.
What was so wrong with that?
Of course, I never contradicted my teachers. And I never told them about my mother. She was almost straight out of the ancient TV show that sometimes appeared on Nickelodeon late at night—Leave it to Beaver. But she wasn’t faking her happiness. She was always humming and singing as she cooked or clean.
“Your father earns the money and provides for us,” she would say, “and he works hard to do it. So I work just as hard at home making our life pleasant. Your father appreciates what I do, and I appreciate what he does. We compliment each other.”
Hearing her say it made it sound like the most romantic thing in the world.
My head buzzed with images of me being Daddy’s wife. Cooking and cleaning, waiting for him to come home, then I would massage his feet after his hard day while we talked. They always laughed when Mom massaged his feet. It was their private time. Alice and I were banished to our bedrooms or elsewhere during it.
I brought the beer to Daddy.
“Thank you, Melody,” he said, taking it and giving me a nod.
“You’re welcome, Daddy,” I smiled.
He patted the arm of his recliner while the announcer called the baseball game. The Mariners were playing the A’s, and the first pitch had just been thrown. I sat on the chair’s arm and leaned back, Daddy’s arm going around my waist.
It was wonderful. I smiled, loving being near him even if it meant watching a boring baseball game. Twice more he sent me to get him another beer. I returned with his drink and diet cokes for myself. I even started getting into the game, and when the Mariners won, Daddy hugged me to his chest.
He smelled so manly. The hot itch returned to me. I squirmed, my cheeks burning, suddenly so embarrassed. “I have to go make dinner, Daddy.”
“Okay, sweetheart.” He kissed me on the forehead.
I crawled off the recliner, my thighs squeezed tight. I really did have to start dinner, but I wanted to masturbate so badly. “Daddy, Mom was supposed to take me clothing shopping tomorrow.”
“I’ll take you.” his eyes fell on mine. So strong. “But you won’t buy anything without my approval.”
Part of me wanted to revolt. What did my dad know about clothes? He would probably try to dress me like Mom. Long skirts, loose blouses, nothing to show off my growing body. I liked to dress in tight jeans, short shorts, and daring skirts. But I had promised to be a good girl for Daddy.
“Good girl,” he smiled.
My heart thudded for joy.
I was so tired the next morning. I couldn’t sleep last night. Thoughts of taking over all of Mom’s duties for Daddy filled my thoughts. I had rubbed my poor pussy raw masturbating last night. But I couldn’t stop. The idea gripped me. Massaging his feet, stripping him naked, laying beneath him as he pumped his cock in and out of me.
I knew about sex. Several of my friends had had sex, and they told me all about how disappointing the boys were the first times. “I wish I had a man do it,” they all said. “Someone older and sexier. Like your Dad, Melody.”
“I would totally let your dad pop my cherry,” Sun had giggled.
“Older men know how to get the job done,” Tiffany had proclaimed. “Trust me.”
“Every girl knows it,” agreed Donna. “But good luck finding an older man that isn’t a perv. He needs to be perfect. I bet your Dad would be perfect. Maybe I should spend the night.”
I had said no. There was no way I was letting Donna near my dad, not with the hungry look in her eye.
Now my thoughts were consumed with him. We were all alone. Three times I stood up and walked to my bedroom door, set on walking down the hall and slipping into bed with Daddy. But it was also so scary. I wanted him so badly, but incest was wrong. He wouldn’t want to sleep with me and cheat on Mom.
He was a good man not a pervert.
The third time I had stood at my door, gripping the nub, my stomach twisting. I listened. The house was so quiet. I strained to hear him in his bedroom. I imagined him awake, burning with desires for me, waiting for me to come and perform Mom’s wifely duties with him.
But I chickened out and ran back to my bed. And then masturbated to another orgasm.
I almost overslept and forgot to make Daddy breakfast. But I remembered at the last minute and rushed downstairs wearing only my thin nightgown. I whipped up Sunday breakfast and had it ready when Daddy came down at his usual 8 AM.
It was after breakfast he took me to the mall. I held his arm as we walked through the mall. I noticed the other girls and women who looked at them and a prideful surge went through him. He was desired but he was mine.
Until Mom got back.
I led Daddy to the first store, pulling him past the shoplifting detectors and into the vibrant clothing store. Everywhere I looked were frilly, feminine items. Daddy was the opposite of it all, standing tall, muscular, hunky.
“I only want you to buy skirts,” Daddy said. “I like my girls in skirts.”
“Is that why Mom never wears jeans or pants?”
Daddy nodded. “And you’re at that age where you should do the same.”
“But long skirts, like Mom? Hers are so boring.”
A smile crossed his lips. “Sweetheart, buy the shortest, tightest skirts you want. You have gorgeous legs. Let Daddy see them.”
Heat rushed up my legs. “Yes, Daddy,” I squeaked then turned away, my cheeks on fire. Daddy wanted to see my legs. I wish I was wearing a skirt right now instead of stupid shorts.
There were so many wonderful skirts. Short tennis skirts, pleated skirts, pencil skirts, flowery skirts, knee-length skirts, mid-thigh skirts, even shorter ones. I felt so daring when I grabbed on of those, imagining it only falling past my rear and not much else. It would show off so much of my legs. Daddy didn’t complain as I handed him another skirt to hold. He threw them over his muscular arms, a patient smile on his lips as he glanced at what I bought.
I liked flashy skirts with bright colors, drawing the eye.
And then I had to find blouses to go with them. We headed across the store where I snagged halter tops, peasant blouses, V-necks, scoop necks, baby doll t-shirts, belly shirts. With each one I considered which bottom it would go with, making my outfit plans. This top could go with three different skirts, bu this one only went with one. I took the top that could match three skirts.
Variety. I needed to mix up my clothing. I couldn’t wear the same outfit combinations all the time.
With a dozen blouses and skirts chosen, I headed into the back for the changing rooms. “I can’t wait to see how pretty you look,” Daddy said as I closed the door.
My cheeks blushed. I looked out the louvered slats. I could sort of see through them from my side, glimpsing his legs in his blue jeans while I pulled off the t-shirt I wore. A sudden surge of excitement went through me as I wiggled out of my shorts.
I was almost naked in here and Daddy was just on the other side.
I grabbed a knee-length skirt and a halter top that went well with it, adjusting my bra. I would have to get a strapless bra to wear with the halter top, my straps were too obvious. I stared at myself in the mirror, turning, loving how my braid of dark-brown hair fell down my back, almost reaching the soft swell of my rear. The skirt fell lovely across my butt. I shifted my hips, loving how the hem swayed about my legs.
“You dressed yet?”
“Coming, Daddy,” I giggled. “You need to be patient when girls are trying on clothing.”
“I’m not good at patience. I like to take what I want.”
A hot wave rushed through me. I almost said, “You can take me, Daddy,” but that would be absolutely stupid.
I stepped out, standing before him, suddenly so afraid. What if he hated it. His arms folded before him, his eyes studying me as I fidgeted. I played with my fingers before him, wishing he would say something.
“Straighten your back,” he said. “And turn around. Let me get a good look at you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, my spine snapping straight. Then I turned, putting a little sway into my hips to really make the skirt swirl. “Do you…like it, Daddy?”
“The skirt’s a little long,” he said, “but your top is great. We’ll need to get you a strapless bra. Unless you already own one?”
“I don’t, Daddy.”
“We’ll fix that.”
I swallowed then reached for the door and opened it. I slipped in. Only the door didn’t close behind me right away. I turned and gasped as Daddy stood in there with me, his arms folded, his eyes on me as I clutched the next top.
“Well, this will be faster,” he nodded, his eyes rolling up and down my body. “You won’t have to keep coming and going.”
“I…I don’t think it’s allowed for you to be in here, Daddy,” I trembled.
“I don’t care.” His eyes were so dark and commanding. “Now change. Show me your next lovely outfit.”
I hastened to obey him. I pulled off the halter top. I felt so naked in just my bra, cupping my round breasts. My nipples were so hard, poking at the front. I don’t know why. I had worn my bikini around Daddy before and it showed just as much flesh. I wiggled out of my skirt, bending over to step out of it and pointing my panty-clad rear at Daddy.
“Cute pair,” he said. “Black. I like them.”
“Black? What…” My panties. My cheeks burned even more and the hot itch between my thighs swelled. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re growing up so fast.”
I straightened and pulled on a red, V necked blouse and turned to face him.
His cock bulged the front of his jeans. I froze, half-pulling on the top, my right arm through the sleeve, my left arm searching for the armhole. I sucked in a deep breath. Daddy was turned on right now.
I turned him on.
“Keep changing,” he ordered. “Don’t stop. I need to approve all your outfits.”
“D-do you approve all of Mom’s?”
“Why do you think I take her shopping? Your mother dresses to please me. She’s a good girl. And I know you want to be just like her, another good girl for Daddy.”
“I do,” I whispered. I pulled the top over my head and pulled my braid out the back. Then I grabbed a jean skirt I thought would be quite cute with this top. I stepped into the skirt, pulling it up my hips. It was tight. I sucked in a breath to get it up over me and then zipped up the side. It fell to my mid-thigh, a few artfully worn through spots showing off my pale thighs beneath.
Daddy nodded his head as I turned. “Now bend over,” he ordered. “Touch your toes.”
I knew I had to do it with my ass facing him. I bent over, the skirt sliding up my thighs, revealing more and more of my flesh. I almost wished it was short enough to flash my panties at Daddy. The hot itch between my legs grew even hotter. I had to be wet, my panties soaking up my excitement.
I wanted to escape to a bathroom and masturbate.
“D-do you like them?” A tremble ran through me.
“They are perfect. You have great taste in clothing.” His hand stroked my bare thigh right beneath the hem of my skirt. I shuddered and moaned, the blood rushing to my head as I stayed bent over. What was he doing. “Just perfect. Okay, try on the next.”
My virgin body trembled as I turned. I could still feel his hand on my thigh even though he stopped touching me. It was the most intimate contact I had ever had with another person. I didn’t date much—Daddy didn’t approve and, unlike Alice, I was a good girl. I had barely kissed a boy let alone let one really touch me.
It was amazing to feel his hand on me. As I stripped down to my underwear, I wanted Daddy to touch me again.
I grabbed the one very short skirt I selected. I had never worn a miniskirt before. It was made of a stretchy, black material that hugged my ass when I pulled it on. It felt so exposed. It ended right below my butt-cheek. As I pulled on a purple belly skirt with dangling, golden fringes around the hem, I felt like at any moment the skirt would slide up my flesh and expose my panties.
“Now that is a skirt,” Daddy said, as I faced him, the tasseled fringes caressing my belly and back as they swayed. “Yes, it is. Turn around. Let me see your ass.”
I turned, so aware that I was turning him on. He groaned. His hands reached out, touching me. It was so wrong. No father should touch his daughter like that, but I didn’t care. It was so wonderful. His hands so strong as they squeezed me.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered as his hands kneaded me. “Mmm, you’re making Daddy so happy. Now bend over. Let’s see how this skirt moves.”
My pussy clenched as I bent over. He let go of my ass as I did. I gasped when I pressed back into his cock bulging his jeans. I felt it along the top of my ass as I bent over, my braid falling to the floor. I fought the urge to grind back against him. My pussy was so itchy. I wanted to be touched.
Needed to be touched.
I didn’t care if it was my Daddy doing the touching.
That would just make it hotter.
“What a gorgeous skirt,” he groaned, gripping my hips. He moved, sliding his bulge up and down against my ass, moving it lower. It pressed against my pussy. I felt him through all our clothing. So big. So thick. Was he bigger than a normal guy? What would he feel like in me?
Incestuous passions gripped me. I wanted my father to fuck me right here, right now.
“Melody, kneel,” he ordered, grinding harder against me.”
His hand smacked on my ass. I yelped as the burning pain shot through me. I didn’t understand why that made my pussy even warmer. “I gave you an order. What happens when girls are bad.”
“We’re spanked, Daddy.”
He rubbed my ass where his hand landed. “Well?”
I spun around and knelt before him, the thin carpet of the changing room rough on my knees. I stared up at him. He seemed even taller than usual. The changing room’s light shone above his head, making him a dark shadow.
“You’ve made me hard,” he continued. “You’ve excited me. Good girls take care of the problems they create.”
I stared at his cock, my eyes widening. “I…What are you wanting me to do, Daddy?” This couldn’t be happening. This really couldn’t. We were in the changing room. I know I was horny and wanted my Daddy, but they were just fantasies.
Incestuous, forbidden fantasies.
“I am telling you to pull out my cock and suck it until I cum. You will swallow every drop. If you don’t, I will spank you so hard when we get home.” His hand reached out and seized my braid. “You promised to be a good girl, Melody.”
“I did, Daddy.” I licked my lips, staring at his bulge. “But…but…what about Mom?”
“What about her? She’s not here. You are. What will it be, young lady?”
Another wave of heat washed through me. “I’ll be good, Daddy.”
My hands trembled as they reached for the zipper of his jeans. I had never sucked a cock before. I had only heard my friends whispering and giggling about it. I needed to watch my teeth, use my tongue. Lick it and suck it.
The zipper rasped as I pulled it down. His cock pressed at the open fly, tenting a pair of dark-blue boxers. My breath quickened as I reached up and hooked my fingers in the waistband. I froze. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Daddy seized my braid. “Do you want a spanking, young lady?”
His stern voice compelled me. I would be a good girl for Daddy. I hauled them down. His dick popped out, bouncing before me. A flick of something wet splattered my cheek. It was warm. More juices leaked out of the tip of his cock.
“Lick the precum up then suck,” he growled, still holding on to my braid.
I leaned forward and licked.
Daddy groaned as my tongue slid across his warm, spongy tip. Then I reached the drop of clear fluid—his precum. It didn’t have much flavor, a little salty. Not bad at all. An erotic thrill went through me as I licked again. And again.
I was blowing my Daddy’s cock.
My lips opened wider. I sucked the tip into my mouth. My tongue explored it as I remembered my friend’s words. I sucked, my lips forming a tight seal, my cheeks pulling inward. Daddy groaned again, louder.
I pleased him. I made him hard and I would be a good girl and take care of his erection. Mommy wasn’t here to do it.
My hands seized his cock. He felt so huge in my grip. I stroked my fists up and down his shaft, brushing my lips. His dick throbbed with his heart beat, pulsing with his passion. I stared up at Daddy and his shadowed face.
“That’s it,” he panted. “Melody, you’re being such a good girl for Daddy.”
I sucked harder. I fisted him faster. My tongue swirled circles about the tip as more and more of his precum filled my mouth. My head bobbed. I took more of his cock into my mouth. Daddy loved it. His hand pulled on my braid, encouraging me.
My hips shifted. My pussy was so wet. I bet there was a big wet spot. When I masturbated tonight, I would relive this over and over, remembering every taste and smell. When I breathed in, I smelled his musk. It was intense, rising out of his thick, dark curls.
“Such a good girl,” he groaned. “And good girls swallow every drop.”
I moaned a yes about his dick. Daddy was about to cum. My right hand, curious, left his cock and found his heavy balls. They were thick, swelling his sack. His cum filled them. In a moment, his jizz would feel my mouth.
I massaged them, eager for the treat. I didn’t care if this was wrong. My Daddy told me to do something, and I would do it. I was his good girl.
“My good girl,” he echoed. My heart fluttered and my virgin pussy clenched every time he said. “My good, wonderful girl.”
His hips thrust forward, pushing his cock to the back of my throat. Then he drew back while I sucked. He growled. His balls twitched. His hand tightened on my braid as his cum squirted into my mouth.
I gasped at the force of the first blast of jizz splashing at the back of my throat. It was thick and salty. And then a second and third blast followed. I moaned, shocked at how hard he erupted and how much flowed into my mouth. More and more pumped into me, overflowing my mouth.
I had to swallow. I gulped. Daddy’s seed poured down my throat and warmed my belly. I swallowed again and again. It was so salty, but not terrible. It was my daddy’s, and that made it better. He grunted with each blast, his head tossing back, the light illuminating the primal passion crossing his face.
And then he grunted the last time. “Mmm, so good. Melody, you did a great job giving you first blowjob.”
His cock pulled from my mouth. “Thank you, Daddy.” Then I realized some of his cum trickled down my chin. My eyes widened. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I really did my best to swallow all your jizz.”
He laughed and pulled on my braid. I winced and stood. “Sweetheart, your mother can’t always contain my flood, either. I know you swallowed as much as you could. But let’s get you cleaned up.” He knelt before me and reached beneath my miniskirt. He yanked down my panties. The hot, tart musk of my pussy filled my nose. He chuckled again. “Someone’s excited.”
He held up my panties. A dark spot soaked the material even darker. I blushed as he reached out and wiped my face clean. I smelled my pussy even stronger. I had the sudden urge to taste myself. I had always been curious, but chickened out licking the juicy crotch.
Daddy pocketed the panties in his jeans and said, “Well, let’s continue.”
Daddy loved the rest of my outfits. He told me to wear the miniskirt and belly shirt and we headed to the counter to pay. I was so aware I didn’t have panties on beneath. Cool, air-conditioned breezes swirled up my legs and caressed my bare lips. I trembled as Daddy paid, my hands constantly pulling down the skirt, making sure I didn’t show anything.
Daddy noticed. It amused him.
I had to walk in front of Daddy on the way to the lingerie store to buy me new bras and panties. Every time I glanced back, he had a hungry smile on my lips, his eyes locked on my ass. My cheeks burned. My pussy leaked excitement. I felt the juices trickled down my thighs. People had to notice.
It was so embarrassing. But Daddy wanted me to do it. Even though my cheeks burned with shame, I was also so horny. I could explode at the slightest touch. No wonder Mom did everything Dad wanted it if was this exciting to obey and be a good girl.
“Oh, hello,” the teenage worker greeted when we walked into the shop. She was a few years older than me. “Out with Daddy, huh?”
“Yes,” I blushed, squirming, embarrassed. I was old enough that I shouldn’t have my father with me shopping for bra and panties.
“Come on,” Dad said, putting his hand on my lower back and subtly pushing me, guiding me to the racier bras and panties.
“Wow, you have a cool Dad,” the girl laughed as Dad pulled out a lacy, almost completely see through pair of soft-purple panties.
“Thanks,” I blushed as Daddy grabbed a red thong with a lacy, black bow in the tiny triangle of material that would appear above my butt.
I didn’t choose a single pair. Daddy chose them all. I was dressing to please him now. He found me several bras without straps, and others that matched my underwear and were equally racy. I blushed to my roots when he grabbed one bra that had holes cut out for my nipples to poke through.
He grabbed a pair of crotchless panties to go with it.
“Very cool dad,” laughed the girl when she noticed.
“Now lets go try these on,” Daddy said, guiding me through the store as I held an armful of lacy, beautiful things.
When we reached the stall and my dad opened it and went to follow me in, the girl objected. “Sir, you’re not going in there.”
“I’m her father,” he said. “And I will not be questioned by a girl half my age. Show some respect or I will bend you over my knee and spank you the way your father should have.”
She blinked and swallowed. “I…I… Sorry sir.”
“Now I need to make sure everything is perfect for my little girl.”
The salesgirl blushed and shifted her shoulders, not sure what to say. Dad closed the door behind us. She did not object. I grinned at Daddy. He was such a stud.
Another bulge tented Daddy’s jeans as I pulled off my belly shirt and reached behind me to remove my bra. He had already seen my pussy, but he hadn’t seen my breasts. I took a deep breath. They were so small compared to Mom’s. Sure they were bigger than Alice’s, and they were nice and firm while my nipples made impressive nubs, but would he like them?
But Mom had large tits. Even in her conservative blouses, it was obvious she was packing.
I unhooked my bra and shifted my shoulders. The straps fell down them. I took a deep breath and pulled the cups away from my breasts. Daddy’s eyes fell on my round, firm breasts. His hands seized them. I gasped, my nipples aching as his palms rubbed them.
“Daddy,” I moaned, trembling I stared up at him. “D-do you like them?”
“They’re gorgeous,” Daddy growled, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples.
I gasped. It was amazing. My eyes widened. Pleasure shot straight down to my pussy like there was an express elevator through my nerves connecting them. My pussy clenched as he rubbed harder, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“I-I’m glad you like them, Daddy.”
His right hand slid up from my breast, caressed my neck, and then lifted my head. Daddy leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes as his strong lips moved against mine. His fingers pinched my right nipple as I sighed into the kiss. He claimed me. I was his good girl.
I was breathless when he broke the kiss. Then I gasped when I realized my hands were on his side, rubbing his muscles through his shirt. I couldn’t help it. He as so strong. I slipped down the front, rubbing his abs.
“You’re hard again, Daddy. Do you need me to blow you?”
“I need you to turn around, lean against the wall, and get ready to have your cherry popped.”
“I-in the store?” I gasped. “With the girl out there? What if she hears us?”
His smile grinned. “Your mother always loves it when I fuck her in the changing room. I bet you will, too. You love the danger. You were dripping wet on the walk over here, afraid someone would notice you weren’t wearing panties while not understanding why it made you so wet.”
“I didn’t understand, Daddy. I was scared but…thrilled. Exhilarated.”
“Now turn around,” he growled as he popped the fastener of his jeans. “And be quiet. You don’t want to get caught, do you?”
“No, Daddy.” I turned and leaned against the wall, bracing myself as I trembled.
I was about to lose my virginity. And not in a bed with romantic music playing on my honeymoon. Not even with a boy I snuck into the house who I was crazy in love with. I even thought I might lose in the backseat of a car on a date.
But I never thought I would lose it to my father in the dressing room. This wasn’t romantic.
It was something better. Something more exhilarating, more existing. It was sexier.
My pussy clenched as his zipper rasped. I looked over my shoulder as Daddy pulled out his dick. He stroked it. He was hard again, the tip throbbing with pleasure. I remembered how wide he was. Could he fit back there?
His hands seized my slim hips, pulling me back a bit and forcing me to bend over more to keep leaning. His dick prodded the cheeks of my ass, smearing precum as he moved. It traced a pattern of burning bliss on my ass.
And then he grabbed it. He guided it between my legs. My eyes widened as he rubbed it on my virgin flesh. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would explode out of me. He rubbed his cock up and down my cunt and found my hymen.
“Daddy,” I moaned, still looking over my shoulder at him.
“I think you need a gag,” he grinned and pulled my dirty panties out of his pocket. He shoved it into my mouth.
I tasted my tart juices and his salty cum.
Daddy thrust his cock.
I moaned into the panties, my head snapping back while his dick reamed my pussy. My hymen hardly stopped him. In moments he was in me, stretching my hole wider and wider. I groaned louder through the panties, pain burning in my depths as his cock buried into me. His groin pressed into my ass as his hands hugged me.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Just relax and take Daddy’s cock. Don’t be afraid. I always make sure good girls are rewarded.”
His left hand wandered up and seized my left breast. He pinched the nipple while his right hand went south. It shoved between my legs and rubbed at my soft curls before he found my favorite place on my body.
I moaned “Daddy” into my panties as he rubbed it. My pussy clenched on his cock. Pleasure replaced pain. His diddling washed it away. I shifted my hips, his cock moving inside of me. My eyes widened. More pleasure rippled out of my pussy.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “You’re becoming Daddy’s good girl.”
His hips drew back. My pussy clung to his flesh. My back arched and my hips shifted. I moaned again, loving every inch of his flesh. He rubbed harder at my clit. Duel delights washed through my body.
Daddy thrust in.
My head snapped up again. I bucked and moaned. It was so amazing. His cock slid through my folds. His groin slapped into my butt. I moaned into the panties, loving every moment of our incestuous union of flesh. The very cock that fucked my mother and spurted the cum that conceived me now hammered my own pussy.
I was Daddy’s good girl.
The thought, combined with my day’s worth of excitement. The salesgirl was just outside the door, unaware we were committing such an incestuous act. My pussy clenched down on Daddy’s cock while my clit throbbed beneath his strumming fingers.
It was the best orgasm ever. All my masturbation paled to the delight of Daddy’s cock fucking my pussy.
The pleasure shot through me in powerful waves. My body undulated with each one. They reached my mind, smothering my thoughts in delight. The small changing room spun about me as my body drank in every blast of Daddy’s taboo seed while I moaned into my panties.
Stars danced in my eyes.
My Daddy’s cock fucked me faster.
The pleasure kept building. Swelling. I moaned again and again. His dick thrust harder and harder. My orgasm didn’t stop. It kept going, drowning me in bliss. I bit down on my panties as the ecstasy consumed me.
“My good girl,” he groaned as he buried his cock into me.
His dick erupted.
His cum flooded my pussy.
I felt so close with Daddy. I was his woman, his good girl. His hands stroked me as he gasped for his breath. His incestuous seed was in me. I wasn’t on birth control. I didn’t care if we conceived a child. I never wanted him to let me go.
“Is everything all right in there?” the salesgirl asked.
“Perfect,” Daddy answered and pulled his dick out of my pussy. “Right, sweetheart?”
I pulled my panties out of my mouth. “It’s wonderful,” I sighed. “So many beautiful panties and bras. I’m such a lucky girl.”
“Sounds like it,” laughed the salesgirl. “My Dad would never buy me such…daring panties and bras.”
“I guess you weren’t a good girl.” I was. And I earned my reward. It dripped out of me.
I stepped into my dirty panties to contain it. I couldn’t wait for the rest of our three weeks alone.
To be continued…
This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person, living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly coincidences. This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story. The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell they are doing. A Daymare on Kelly Street. By Rob My name is Harold. I am 19 years old and gay. I live in a small two room flat on Duke St. in Toronto, Ontario Canada. I am 6' 2" and weigh in at 160 lbs. I am not exactly what you might call Mr. Atlas, but I don't really look all that bad considering I am underweight. On second thought I guess their ain't a chance in hell that anyone would call me Mr. Atlas. I am a very submissive type and do not have a lot of friends or acquaintances. I have never had a real life sexual encounter with another male, but fantasize about it all the time. My most cherished dream is of setting up house with a dominate male partner. With me doing the housework, the cooking and the laundry. Looking after my man's every need and want. But of course it is just a dream. No one is very interested in a guy like me. Most Saturday afternoons, for something to do and to get myself out from the lonely four walls of my flat, I like to go for a long walk. I will walk for hours on end. I love the hustle and bustle of people going about the chores of living. Last Saturday I left my flat and walked east along Bloor St. At Spadina Ave. I headed south. I walked all the way down to Lakeshore, stopping for a few minutes to watch the pigeons on the bridge across the train tracks. I turned west and followed Lakeshore to the Princess Gate at the Canadian National Exibition (CNE) grounds. I decided to sit for a few moments and rest. Looking down towards the waterfront a few people had gathered at the base of the Lancaster Bomber memorial while others just strolled along the walk way. I rested for about ten minutes, then got up and headed into the CNE grounds. As usual on a warm, summer Saturday afternoon there were plenty of people strolling through the grounds. I made my way over to Dufferin Street and exited the grounds under the arch of the Dufferin Gate. I walked up to Queen Street and turned right, heading east. I hadn't gone very far when I came to a small street that I had never seen before. The sign said, Kelly Street. But there had never been a Kelly Street there before. I looked down the Street but it looked just as old and dilapidated as all the other streets in the area. Well my curiosity was up and I just had to see what was down there. So I turned right and began to stroll down Kelly Street. Well Kelly Street didn't look any different then the hundreds of other streets in Toronto, however Kelly Street was a dead end street. It was a very short street and consisted of your typical conglomeration of attached single family homes. The kind you will find on just about every street in downtown Toronto. I was about to turn around a leave when I noticed a little sign hanging from the side of one of the houses. I walked over to get a better look. It read: COLD DRINKS GOOD FRIENDS GREAT CONVERSATION Below the G of Great, there was an arrow pointing down. My curiosity was really on fire now. I followed the direction of the arrow and went down a short flight of stairs, at the bottom of which I found a door with a little sign that said, "Cummon in." I turned the door knob and opened the door. The interior was dark and hazy after the bright rays of the afternoon sun. A rush of cool, sweet smelling air pushed against me trying to get out as I went in. Not the smell of your typical bar or restaurant. I noticed right away the absence of the smell of tobacco smoke. Once inside I closed the door. My eyes soon adjusted to the darkened interior and I could make out tables with men seated drinking beer. There was a bar against the far wall and I decided that I might as well have a drink, it had been rather warm outside and I was a bit thirsty. I walked over to the bar and sat on a stool. An elderly man got up from one of the tables near the end of the bar, went behind and came up to ask what I would like. "Could I have a cold coke please?", I responded to his, "What'll it be?" "A what!", he practically yelled at me. The low hum of conversation in the room instantly died. The room filled with a silence so loud I could hear my heart begin to pound in my chest. My face turned red and I tried to stammer out my request again. "Ah.. a.. a.. ah.. a.. a.. coke ... please." The man broke into a fit of laughter. He laughed so hard tears began to fall down his cheeks. Every eye in the room was on me. I began shaking. I felt so centred out. I got up off the stool on shaky legs and muttered, "uh sorry sir, never mind .... ah .. I'll .... ah ... go somewhere else." I hadn't taken three steps when he yelled. "And just where the hell do ya think yer going punk? Ya ordered a fucking drink and are now trying to stiff me." "Pete get the door," he yelled. "Pat, Larry watch this little prick doesn't try getting out of here." A young guy, about my age and built like the proverbial brick shit house got up right away and headed for the door. Two other young guys that could easily pass for Mr. Muscle headed over and grabbed my by the arms. The old guy rushed down to the end of the bar, out and around heading straight for me. This was all happening in a split second. I didn't have time to react or to even know what the hell was going on. I suddenly became terrified. Two big bruisers were holding me none to gently and this crazy old man was rushing at me, his face all red and frothing at the mouth. He rushed up and pushed his red face right up close to mine. "Trying to stick me fer the cost of a drink, huh punk," he yelled. Spittle spraying all over my face. I opened my mouth to protest but his hand came up like lightning and slapped me. "Keep yer fucking mouth shut when ya talk to me boy.", he screamed again, spraying more spittle in my face. By now I was a shaking, quivering mess. If the two bruisers had let go I would have fallen to the floor. In my state I would not have been able to support my own weight. I began to cry uncontrollably. "Cryin' ain't gonna do ya any fucking good prick." he yelled again. "I gonna call the cops and have ya arrested for failing to pay a bar bill. That's a serious offence. Even one o' the weak kneed judges would give ya at least 2 years." "How ya gonna like that punk. 2 years in jail, all those horny guys is gonna make mincemeat out'a yer ass.", he spat that at me and began laughing. "Please I didn't...." "Thwack". A hand across my face cut that little plea short. "I fucking told ya to keep yer gob shut when ya talk to me boy.", he spit again. "Take him over to the table and sit him down boys," he ordered. The two bruisers dragged me over to a chair and plopped me down. They each pulled up a chair on either side of me. The old guy walked around to the other side of the table, pulled up a chair and sat down. "Harry," he called. "Bring me and the boys a beer." He sat there just staring at me while he waited for his beer. A young man with a limp hobbled over carrying a tray with four tall, frosty glasses of beer. He placed one in front of each of us. "I think we should look at this whole thing in a cool, calm and collected way. I ain't gonna make no rash decisions here. So drink up while we talk about your attempt to rob my establishment." I wanted to protest. I wanted to tell them I never drank alcohol and didn't want too. I wanted to protest his use of the word, "rob". I hadn't attempted to rob him or do anything illegal for that matter. But the guy had me scared shitless. So with a shaking hand I reached out and picked up the beer. My hand was shaking so badly that I am surprised I didn't spill it all over the place as I brought it to my lips. I took a tentative sip, the bitter, effervescent liquid was cold and felt good in my dry mouth. I didn't much like the taste but really didn't have much choice in the matter. The old guy and the two lads on either side of me drained half their glasses on the first mouthful. "What-sa-matter punk, ya don't like my hospitality.", he sneered. "Take a man's size drink o' that beer boy." Terrified of what would happen if I refused I picked the glass up again and let it start pouring down my throat. When I figured I had drunk enough to satisfy him I placed the glass back on the table. "That's better punk. Now tell me why ya tried to rob me. Ya can open yer mouth this time." "I didn't try to rob you sir, I swear I didn't. I just thought I had made a mistake and you didn't serve coke here." The old guy's steely black eyes bore right into me. "Now tell me boys have ya ever heard such a cock and bull story in yer lives afore?", he asked no one in particular. The young guy on my right answered. "No Charlie, never heard anything like it in my life." A big smile crossed his face when I looked at him. A murmur of agreement went around the room. "Have another drink punk," Charlie commanded as he lifted his own glass and drained it. The effect of the first half glass was starting to work through my system. I had a strange feeling around my lips and a warm glow in my stomach. Unable to do anything else I lifted the glass and drained it. That must have been the right thing to do, because Charlie gave me a big smile. "Another round Harry," he called out. "Well now punk I think I am beginning to take a liking to ya. Yer a faggot aren't ya boy?" The suddenness of that question left me tongue tied for a few moments. "Ah .... I am gay, yes Sir," I replied self-consciously. "No yer not fucking gay, yer a fucking faggot now admit it punk.", he yelled again. His sudden changes of mood were scaring me even more. "I'm a faggot Sir," I said through lips which were fast becoming very numb. "Ah that's better," he said. "See all ya gotta do is tell the truth. Now in some bars if ya were to admit that ya was a faggot they would kick the shit out a ya in a flash. But not here, boy. No sirree bob, not here. We is civilized people here. We believe in live and let live, don't we boys?" Everyone in the room answered, "Yes Charlie". "See, we are a friendly bunch. Now about this little robbery thing. Ya know boy......., by the way what is yer name kid?" "Harold, Sir," I replied. Harry arrived back with another round of beer and placed a glass in front of us all. Charlie picked his glass up right away and took a healthy swig. I figured if I wanted to stay in his good books I better follow suit. I picked up the glass and drank a good quarter of the beer, which I thought tasted much better than before. "Now as I was saying. We are starting to take a liking to ya Harold. There may be a way for ya to show how sorry ya are for trying to skip out on me." "Ya would like to make amends wouldn't ya?" "Ah.... yes Sir, Mr. Charlie Sir, I sure would, Sir.", I blubbered. I was having a wee bit of a problem focusing on him. "There I knew I was right ya are a good, honest lad after all. Have another drink there Harold." I lifted the glass and took another slug. The glass was now down to the halfway mark. "Well, Harold why don't ya remove your shirt. It is awfully warm in here and besides I think the guys would really like to see yer manly chest. We don't get many lads like ya here." Now the beer was starting to hit me pretty hard, but not that hard. I had an inkling of what was going to happen here. But I was still terrified of this guy and all these other guys that were letting him get away with doing this to me. So without fanfare or argument I started unbuttoning my shirt. As I undone each button the guys in the room began shouting cat calls. "Show us some tit there honey." "Woohoo virgin skin." "Take it off, take it off." "Ain't she sweet." On top of that there were lots of wolf whistles. I had never felt so embarrassed in my life. Luckily I had drunk that beer which seemed to make it easier to get this thing over with. Once the buttons were all undone I shucked out of the shirt. I was holding it in my hand wondering where to put it, when the guy on my right grabbed it out of my hand. I went to take it back but he gave it a heave and it went flying across the room. A tall man of about 25 or 30 caught it and smiled. "Now don't that make ya feel more comfortable Harold?", Charlie asked. What else could I say but, "Yes Charlie, much more comfortable." "Why don't 'cha chug-a-lug the rest a yer beer there Harold," Charlie posed this as a request but I knew it was an order. I picked up the glass and drank the rest of the beer down. Everyone in the room gave me a round of applause. Then I was blinded by a flash bulb. Someone had just taken my picture. I placed the glass back on the table. "Harold me boy ya know what would really let us know that you are sorry for trying to rob me?", he asked. There was no use playing stupid. I knew what they wanted and I also knew they were going to get it with or without my cooperation. I figured I had a better chance of getting out of this bar in one piece if I just cooperated to the best of my ability. "If I were to remove my pants, Mr. Charlie?" "Why Harold, would you do that little thing for your friends?" "Yes Sir I will Sir." "Why not get up here on the table so everyone can see Harold. That's a good boy." With no choices open, I climbed up onto the table. The beer had gone to my head and I was having just a little trouble standing straight. I undid my belt and then the waist button of my jeans. Then I slid the zipper down. I was just about to slide my jeans down when I remembered my underpants. Oh shit, my fucking underpants were white with little red kissy lips all over them. I liked things like that and bought all kinds of silly underwear. The guys took my hesitation as a tease and began cat calling and wolf whistling again. The blood began to pump like mad into my face. It suddenly got very, very hot. This was going to be a devastating embarrassment. But I had no choice, my pants were going to come down one way or another and I would much prefer I do it myself. So I bit the bullet and started sliding them down. As soon as those cute little white underpants became visible the room went instantly quiet. I think they were all stunned. That only lasted an instant though because when they realized what they were looking at they went absolutely crazy. There were screams of laughter, hooting, whistling, shouting. I paid no attention and concentrated on trying to get the fucking jeans off. The beer had made it impossible for me to balance on one leg. My jeans although not skin tight are not baggy either. Getting my feet out of the pant leg was causing me a great deal of difficulty. Finally I gave up trying to do it standing up and sat down on the table. As soon as I was down rough hands grabbed the cuff of the jeans and pulled. The next thing I knew my jeans were flying towards the back of the bar. "Is that ok Mr. Charlie?" I asked quietly. "Very nice of you Harold, but why not stand up and model those great looking undies for us. I am sure everyone would like to see the latest style in men's underwear. Did your mommy buy'em for ya?" Reluctantly I got back up on my feet and let them have a good look. Then I was blinded by a flashbulb again. I wish whoever was taking my picture would stop. They started calling out poses for me to take. I did my best to comply and each time the camera snapped my picture. "Ah.. Harold," Charlie called to me. "Yes Sir," I replied. "The boys would really be happy if you would remove those silly looking underpants. I mean they really are dumb you know. Why not just slip them off then you won't feel quite so stupid." I knew this was coming and had already decided it would be useless to protest. I hooked my thumbs in the waist band and pushed down. As the underwear passed over my cock it began to rise. I wanted to stop and pull the underwear back up but knew I would never get away with it. I pushed them all the way down to my feet. I had no problem stepping out of them. Charlie grabbed them right away. "Harold, do you think it would be alright if I kept these as a kind of reminder of what a great sport you are?", Charlie asked. "Yes Charlie you may keep them.", I said. The fucking camera was taking pictures of me standing naked on the top the of table. My dick had risen and was almost fully erect. I was finding this whole scene rather erotic while at the same time feeling total humiliation. "Ah Harold," Charlie called again. "Pat would like to touch your ass and cock. You don't mind if he does that do you?" Oh shit I thought how much further are they going to take this. I wanted to go home to my lovely, quiet, lonely little flat. I had never appreciated it before, now all I could think of was being back there with the door locked. I wasn't given a chance to give my approval. Pat turned out to be the bruiser that had been sitting on my left. He got up right away and made his way around until he was standing behind me. I felt his warm hands grasp my hips and pull me back slightly. He placed both hands flat on my ass cheeks and began to move them gently up and down my ass. I may have been feeling humiliated but Pat's hands felt wonderful and my cock really hardened up. Long silver threads of precum began to drip out and down to the table. The camera was still flashing away. Pat continued to rub my ass with one hand while the other slipped up between my legs and began to massage my balls. A moan of pleasure escaped from my lips. While he continued to massage my nuts his other hand slid over the hot skin of my waist and made it's way around to my front. He gently grasped my throbbing dick and began a slow wank. The camera snapped away. "Harold," Charlie's call penetrated like a kind of echo from far away, getting louder as it cut a path through the rainbow of colours, passing steadily before my eyes, as I swayed in ecstasy. "Harold, come down off the table. Pat will help you. Larry would like you to give him a good blow job. A good faggot like should be able to give a good blowjob." I could hear what he was saying but really didn't pay much attention. Pat and Larry I presume helped me down. Larry turned out to be the guy that had been sitting on my right. They lay me flat on my back across the table. Larry made his way to my head which was hanging over the edge. When he got to me, he undid his zipper and pulled out a cock that had to be 8 inches long and was uncut. It was hard and had a smear of precum on the head. He brought it up to my face and pressed it to my lips. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to take my first lick at a cock. The scent of male musk hit my nostrils and caused all kinds of new sensations to go charging through my already over excited young body. After licking that big purple head for a few minutes I stuck my tongue up and under his foreskin, working my tongue back and forth. He let out a loud moan which let me know I must be doing it right. Unable to hold off any longer I opened my mouth wide and took the whole head of Larry's cock into my mouth. I cannot describe in words how wonderful it felt to finally have a real, live cock in my mouth. I had wanted this for so long. Had dreamed about it. Now here in this crazy bar on a street that did not exist a week ago, a real live cock was fucking my virgin mouth. As I worked away on that cock I felt fingers playing with my ass hole. As well a hand was slowly wanking my dick. The fingers began by massaging and rubbing all around the outside of my rosebud. I felt something cold hit my bud. The finger rubbed it around. Then without warning the finger was gently pushed in. It was a bit uncomfortable at first but I soon became used to the feel of it. It moved in and out, around and around, then a second finger was pushed in. This one caused a little bit of pain as it went in, but the other feelings were so wonderful that the pain was soon just a forgotten memory. A third finger soon joined the other two. Again there was a momentary shot of pain but it soon receded. The fingers worked away stretching my hole and I knew why. Someone was going to fuck my ass. The sensations I was feeling had me so turned on I really didn't give a shit. I just wanted all these great feelings to go on forever. Larry's cock was almost sliding all the way down my throat now. I had got over the gag reflex and had learned how to breath through my nose. It all seemed to come so natural. I thought I was going to have to have someone teach me all these things. But hot damn I was doing alright on my own. The moment of truth had finally arrived. A pair of strong arms lifted my legs up off the table and spread them. I felt a warm body move in between my legs. Then I felt the cock head against my sphincter. The cock gave a little push and the head slipped right in. I could feel it there, resting inside my ass. It felt so good I wanted to scream. But the cock in my mouth muffled the sounds and Larry gave a moan of pleasure from the vibrations. The cock head in my ass began to push in further. It was a bit uncomfortable at first but there was no pain. Whoever was fucking me knew what they were doing. He went in a little then backed out, went in a little more and backed out. He kept doing this until I felt his balls against my ass cheeks. He rested for just a second, brought my legs back until they were resting against his shoulders. He then began a slow, rhythmic fuck of my ass. On his third thrust in he hit something in my ass chute that sent the most wonderful feelings through my body. I let out another loud moan which again was muffled by Larry's cock. My fucker was now hitting that spot on every "in" thrust and was driving me crazy. I had never in my life felt anything that felt that good. Later I realized that he was rubbing against my prostate. I had read that the prostate could give a wonderful feeling when rubbed but could never have imagined that it would feel this good. I was enjoying those wonderful sensations moving through my innards when the cock in my mouth delivered a surprise. Larry screamed, "Oh fuck I'm cumming." My mouth began to fill with his hot seed. I had never really tasted cum before. Oh I had made a tentative taste of my own once when I masturbated. But this was a full load pumped directly into my mouth and throat. The taste was a bit bitter or acrid while at the same time being sweet. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not, but didn't have time to ponder the question. Larry was pumping the stuff into me by the gallon. My throat muscles were having a hell of a job trying to keep up with it and finally failed. As I swallowed what seemed like gallons, the excess was squirting out around my lips and Larry's thrusting cock. I guess the sight of Larry's sperm shooting out around the cock and my lips sent the guy fucking my ass over the top. He gave a yell and I felt his hot juice pumping into my ass. He was still hitting my prostate and it was enough to start me unloading my own load. Whoever was wanking me picked up the pace once I had started squirting. So I had cum squirting in my mouth, cum squirting up my ass and cum squirting out my cock. For my first fuck it was fantastic. I wondered, just for a second, if these guys realized that I had been a virgin when I entered this bar. When Larry pulled his dick out of my mouth I looked up just in time to see Pat pull away from my ass. Well at least my cherries had been takin' by two great studs. "Well now Harold," Charlie said. "That was quite the show. I think you need another beer. Sit up boy." I sat up and he handed me another beer. I really didn't want it, I would rather of had a cold coke. I couldn't refuse the beer because I knew it would just start a whole new round of abuse. I brought the glass to my lips and took a long drink. I guess this stuff grows on you because it really tasted great. Unless of course it was just that it tasted better when mixed with the left over taste of cum. I sat for a minute and took another long drink. This one tasted even better than the first. I noticed Charlie looking at me. "Developing a taste for the grog I see boy. Glad ta see ya swilling it like a man, even if ya are a fucking faggot." He gave a hearty laugh and slapped my bare leg. "Have ya ever had a fuck as good as that one boy?" he inquired. "Well ah... no Sir Mr. Charlie Sir. This was the first time I have ever been fucked. I was a virgin.", I said sheepishly. "Did ya hear that boys. Young Harold here was a virgin. There ya go Pat ya got ta take the boys cherry. Now don't that make ya feel grand.", and he laughed heartily. My face of course turned red again. "Now what about Larry's dick. That is one handsome tool. Have ya seen many biggerin' it?" he asked again. "Well no Sir, I have never seen another man's dick that close before. Only in shower's and stuff at school and the gym. Never seen one hard before." "Well, well, well. Larry," he yelled. "Did ya hear what the boy just said, ya got a cherry mouth. Shit you boys got all the luck today." "Well he did a pretty damned good job for someone that claims he ain't never sucked before. I know professionals that can't do it that well.", he hollered back. I just took another long haul from my beer and wished the hell they would let me go. This had turned out pretty good, but now I just wanted to go home. I lifted the glass to my lips again finished off the rest of my beer. "Mr. Charlie, Sir," I asked politely, "May I have my clothes now and go home." "What! Go home, why Harold the party is just beginning and you are the guest of honour. We want to show you how glad we are to have met your acquaintance and become your friends. Don't we boys?" A hearty, "Here, Here.", filled the room. A young lad that had been sitting quietly at the table just across the way made his way over. He went to the bottom of the table got between my legs and started licking my flaccid dick. "There see, what did I tell you. The boys really appreciate you Harold. Just relax and enjoy yourself. I had drunk that beer to fast and my head was beginning to spin a bit, so I lay back down. I hadn't been there more than a second when a big, fat cock was presented to my lips. What the hell I thought, if I gotta stay I might as well enjoy myself. I opened my lips and stuck my tongue out. That fat cock gave a little jump for joy when my hot tongue touched it. The boy down between my legs had my dick up and hard. He had moved down and was sucking on one of my balls. I had never even imagined someone doing that to me. It felt wonderful. He suddenly pulled off my dick leaving it waving in the cool air of the bar. I wanted that warm mouth back. Well a warm mouth did go back on but it wasn't the same one. I am not sure how I knew but I did, I guess it was the technique. This new mouth wasn't quite as good as the one of the kid. It didn't take long before I knew why the kid had pulled off my cock. The head of his dick was massaging my rose bud. The kid was about to give me my second fuck. His dick was much fatter then Pat's had been. He pushed the head in slowly and I felt my sphincter open wide. It was a bit uncomfortable, but soon adjusted. The kid then pushed in a little deeper and a terrible pain ripped through my intestines. I didn't have that cock in my mouth yet so the scream of pain rattled through the bar. The room began deadly silent and my scream seemed to bounce from wall to wall. The shaft of the kids dick must have been huge. It hurt all the way in and for the first few strokes. I didn't think my chute was ever going to adjust to his size. But once it did, the kid gave me a sensational fuck. He really knew how to work his cock in an asspussy. By now I had the other cock all the way down my throat. The guy was doing all the work fucking my face. All I had to do was lick around that huge shaft and the big purple head as it moved in and out. The kid was humping my ass pretty wildly now. He was really turned on, as was I. I kept trying to bring my ass up to meet his inward strokes. Whoever was wanking my dick had also picked up the pace and I was on the edge of unloading my nuts. The kid was the first to start unloading. I felt his hot seed hitting the inner walls of my bowel. That was enough to take me over the top and I began squirting. The guy with his cock down my throat took a few seconds longer before he started to unload his hot sweet cum down my eager throat. Yes I said sweet. His cum tasted completely different from Larry's. I had thought all cum would taste the same. I really liked this one and did my best to catch it all. Once everyone was sated the cocks were pulled out, only to be replaced by another set. I didn't even have time to see who was next. This sucking and fucking went on for the rest of the afternoon. There were about 20 guys in that bar and I am sure I sucked all of them and all of them fucked my ass. I was feeling really tired and felt that I had had enough cock to last me for a life time. I really wanted to go home. They say you can get too much of a good thing and that had certainly happened this afternoon. My mouth and ass were both sore, not to mention my poor dick which felt raw from all the wanking. Charlie finally called a halt to the proceedings. He forced me to drink another beer. My bladder was near to bursting but he insisted that I drink the beer first. Once the beer was in me, Charlie had Larry lead me, still naked, to the Men's room. Once in the Men's room I headed for a stall and sat down. Larry held the door open and watched. My bladder let go the moment I sat down and I felt the wonderful contentment that only comes from emptying a full bladder. Before my bladder had fully emptied, I gave a mighty farht and felt water escape from my ass. The cum! My ass chute was full of cum and it was now squirting out. I concentrated on having a shit and more of the cum shot out of my sore ass. When my bladder was finally empty and I couldn't get any more cum to shoot out I wiped myself clean, got up and flushed. Larry followed me all the way back to the table, never once in all that time saying a single word. I sat down in the chair I had originally been placed in. Pat and Larry took up their places on either side of me. "Are ya feelin' better Harold," Charlie asked solicitously. "Yes, thank you Mr. Charlie. May I get dressed an go home now. I am very tired Sir.", I asked meekly. "Oh your just hungry, Harold. After all it is supper time. You will feel great after you have had a nice dinner. Harry has been busy working his little fingers off preparing I nice meal for you." For some reason I didn't like the sound of that, but knew it would be useless to argue. "Thank you Mr. Charlie," I responded. He gave me a big smile and handed me another beer. Oh what I wouldn't give for a coke right about now. But it would seem my wants and desires took last place to Charlie's. I took the beer, lifted it to my lips and took a long drink. Charlie's eyes lit right up. It really seemed to please him when I took long draughts of the beer. Well if it kept him from getting angry then long draughts I would take. He started asking me all kinds of questions about myself. It actually became quite pleasant, a group of guys just sitting around, drinking beer and shooting the shit. A wonderful smell hit my nostrils and I looked up to see Harry making his way to the table with four plates piled high with grub. He had three plates balanced on one arm and the forth in his other hand. He placed the first plate in front of Charlie then passed one to Pat, Larry and I. On the plate was a huge T-bone steak almost two inches thick. Mashed potatoes and gravy with peas rounded off the meal. Just the look of this meal was enough to start the saliva flowing. Harry went back quickly to the bar and returned with utensils rolled in paper napkins. He handed a set to Charlie, Pat and Larry. Then went back to wherever it was he spent his time. The other three dug into their meal with gusto. Not having any utensils yet I just sat there. "Somthin' wrong with the grub Harold?" Charlie asked. "Ah no Sir it looks great, I am just waiting for Harry to bring me some utensils." , I replied. "Sorry boy we only got three sets, guess ya will have to use the utensils ya was born with.", he gave a little chuckle and went back to eating. Damn, so now I was going to have to eat like a slob in front of all of these guys. I went to pick up the piece of steak in my hands. A big rough hand wrapped around my wrist to stop me. "What are ya doing Harold?", Charlie asked. "Well... ah.. I was going to pick up the steak in my hands Sir.", I stammered. Something was coming down I just knew it. "That is a terribly disgusting way to behave in public, Harold. Don't ya have any table manners at all? Well no matter, we are yer friends and we will help ya to learn. Place yer hands behind the back of the chair Harold." I did as I was told and someone came up and tied them together with a rope. "There that's better. Now those nasty hands won't be doing anything at the table that they shouldn't." He went back to shoveling the food into his mouth. Now how in the fuck was I going to eat this scrumptious dinner. My mouth was watering from the smell and my stomach was rumbling. "Ah, Mr. Charlie Sir," I asked politely, "Is there a proper way for me to eat this very nice meal you have provided. I really don't want to do anything improper Sir." "Well now Harold, as punishment for sticking yer fucking hands in yer food ya can just bend over and eat like the pig that ya are.", he sneered. Stunned, but starving I bent over and started to eat. Trying to eat with just the mouth and teeth is a very awkward experience. If the steak had been cut up it would have been much easier. I tried getting my tongue under the steak to lift it so I could take a bite. But it was too hot and burned my tongue. I know it was sick to be sitting naked in a bar full of guys, trying to eat a meal just using my mouth. But what choice did I have. It was frustrating, and terribly humiliating having all those eyes staring at me. I felt like some kind of misfit. I finally managed to break off a piece of steak, mind you I had a little accident in the process. I had managed to get an edge between my teeth and had bit down. Then it was a matter of trying to work ones teeth back and forth in a sawing motion to break the piece off. I had almost succeeded and made a side ways motion to get the piece to break off. Well it did but the rest of the steak went sliding towards the edge of the plate. It slid off, then slid across the bit of table fell to my lap then to the floor. I quickly pushed my face down to try and stop it but missed. In the process my face went into the plate and I ended up with grease all over my nose and forehead. I felt absolutely ridiculous. Charlie gave me a terrible look. "Pick it up pig.", he growled. Well what else could I do? I got up off the chair, went down on my knees and looked for my steak. Larry had his foot on it. I looked up at him and he gave me a smile. Tears formed and started rolling down my cheeks. "Just take a bite out of it Harold, I'll hold it for you," Larry ordered. With no choice I bent down until my mouth grabbed a hold of the steak and I ripped a piece off. I sat up with it in my mouth. "There ya go Harold, glad I could help. Now eat up.", he said. With tears rolling down my cheeks I chew the piece of steak I had managed to tear off. My appetite was gone. The piece of meat in my mouth had become tasteless. Larry watched as I chewed. As soon as I swallowed he lifted his foot. I bent over to pick up the steak but before I could get there Larry gave it a kick and it went sliding across the floor under the table. On my knees and without the use of my hands I went after it. It stopped close to Charlie's foot and he waited 'til I was almost there before giving it a kick which sent it out from under the table. I crawled after it. Everyone was cheering, for them this was great sport. Well that piece of steak started to get kicked all over the place with me following along on my knees. Each time I got close someone would give it a kick and send it sliding across the floor. "Harold will ya stop playing with your food and get it back on yer fucking plate.", Charlie yelled. That was the cue the others were waiting for. This time the steak stayed where it was till I got to it. I bent over and picked up the dirty piece of meat in my mouth a carried it back to my plate. Just like a little dog carries it's bone to its dog house. I dropped the dirty, grit covered piece of prime T-bone steak onto my plate. The other three had finished eating and sat watching me. Just to be mean, I think, Larry pushed his knife and fork over beside my plate. I paid no attention to the SOB. I just looked down at my ruined dinner. I suddenly felt someone undoing the bonds that held my hands behind my back. "Larry has finished with his fork and knife there Harold so I guess he wouldn't mind if ya used those. Would ya mind Larry?", Charlie said. "No Charlie I wouldn't mind if the kid uses my utensils. He is makin' such a pig of himself it really is sickening. My dad would have woomped the tar out'a my ass if I ever ate like that in public." My face turned red again, but what could I say. They held all the aces and could do and say what they wanted. I knew then that they were going to force me to eat this meat that had been kicked all around the dirty bar room floor. I picked up the knife and fork. I don't know how I did it but I managed to gag it all down. Charlie handed me another beer. I took a long swallow to try and rinse out my gritty mouth. Took another swallow and put the glass down on the table. "When will I be able to go home Mr. Charlie," I asked. "Well boy, seein' as I am about to close up I should think as soon as ya finish yer beer." I looked at him in surprise. I thought he was going to make me stay longer. I quickly picked up the glass and chug-a-lugged that beer. If I'd have known what was to follow I don't think I would have been in such a hurry. Harry came over and handed Charlie a bill. Charlie looked at it and handed it to me. It was a bill for all the beer the four of us had been drinking all afternoon and for four steak diners. The total tab was $165.25. I gave a little whistle and looked up at Charlie. He had a satisfied little smile on his face. "Ya can go up to the bar to pay yer bill on the way out Harold. Thank ya for the beer, the diner and the great entertainment. Ya must come back more often." I looked at him with my mouth agape. I didn't have $165.25 to pay for all of this. The trembling began in my feet and quickly began to climb up my legs. In no time at all my whole body was shaking. "Ah... Mr. Charlie ..... ah .... I don't have that much money Sir. I can't pay for all of this.", I blurted. Charlie's face clouded over and went a deep red. "Ya little punk fuck. We was real nice ta ya. We treated ya like one a us and now ya are tryin' ta stiff me again. I aught'a have the boys break every fuckin' bone in yer fuckin' body. Boys put this little fucking prick on the table." Pat, Larry and Pete rose up grabbed me and threw me face down on the table. My wrists and ankles were quickly secured with ropes to the tables legs. "Ya have tried to stiff me for the last time boy," Charlie screamed at me. "Now yer gonna pay." I was frantic. Oh dear god how did I get into this mess. The shaking had got worse and tears were rolling down my cheeks. What were they going to do. I was shaking and trebling so bad the whole table had started to bounce. From the corner of my eye I watched as Pete pulled off his belt. Oh shit they were going to beat me. "Charlie, please don't do this.", I pleaded. "Please don't hurt me. I did what you wanted. I tried to do everything you asked, please don't hurt me. Charlie please." But my pleading fell on deaf ears. Pete took a up a position to my side. He raised the belt and brought it whistling down across my exposed ass cheeks. The pain was excruciating and I let out a scream. The belt raised up and came down again almost on the same spot. I screamed, pulled and tugged on my bonds, all to no avail. The belt raised and came down, again and again. Pete worked his way from my ass cheeks up my back, making sure he hit every single bit of skin along the way. My back was on fire, I was still trying to scream with each blow, but my vocal cords and throat had become dry and raw. The screams had no volume now and were just scratchy noises emanating from a gasping mouth. With each wack of the belt my head would come up then plunk back down. A muffled sound would escape my lips. Finally I slipped off into a peaceful black void. I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up it was dark. There was someone kneeling beside me. I was lying on the ground in what looked like an alley. "Hey buddy are you ok?" the voice came to me from a long distance away. I knew the voice was coming from the man kneeling beside me. "Hey it's ok, your safe. Just relax you will be ok.", he kept repeating in a soothing voice. As I slowly regained my senses, the pain in my back took over everything. It was on fire. I cried and moaned from the pain, but that stranger just stayed with me repeating his soothing words. A few moments later I heard someone enter the alley. "Has he come to yet," the voice asked in concern. "Ya," the man beside me answered. "The ambulance will be here shortly." The second man announced. Ambulance! They had called an ambulance. Was I in that bad of a condition? What exactly had happened to me? I remembered the belt, but had something else been done as well? In the distance I could here the wewah of the ambulance as it approached, the wewah announcing each intersection that it passed through. A few moments late it entered the alley. The headlights illuminating the garages and ash cans and the face of the man that was holding my head. I looked at his face and screamed as my world turned to darkness again. I came to in the ambulance, an attendant was beside me washing me with something cold. The rag he pulled away had blood on it. Oh geesh was I hurt that bad? "It's ok lad," the attendant said. "Your ok, no broken bones that we could find. Just some small cuts and lots of bruising." "Where is Pat," I asked stupidly. "Pat?", the attendant asked. "Who is Pat?" "He was kneeling beside me when you arrived," I said shakily. "Oh he left right after we took over. He gave a statement to the police officer I think." The SOB he was part of the pack that had hurt me and he had the nerve to give a statement to the police. Well I hope the police find them and arrest the whole lot. They deserve whatever they get for doing this to me. The hospital released me that night. They had to find some clothes for me because I had been brought in naked. The doctor said that the next time I decided to go on a drinking binge I should make sure I had a friend near by to look after me. The police officer that interviewed me in the emergency ward at the hospital gave me pretty much the same warning. When I tried to tell him about Kelly Street he just kept shaking his head and saying there was no Kelly Street. I left the hospital and started the long walk back to my flat. When I got to the door I realized I did not have any keys. My wallet and keys were still in my jeans wherever they were. Oh well, it was still early so Mrs. Jones the kindly old lady that owned the house would still be awake and I knew she had spare keys to all the flats. I rang the bell and a few minutes later the parlour light came on and the door opened. "Evening Mrs. Jones," I said. "I am very sorry to disturb you but I was robbed and beaten today and I don't have my keys. I just got out of hospital." Then I began to cry. "Oh deary me, you poor boy. Now you just get right on in here and we will get you settled." Well Mrs. Jones fussed over me like a mother hen. She got the key to my flat and up the stairs we went. She opened my door and asked if I would be alright. I assured her I was ok and she went back downstairs. I closed my door and turned on the light. I got an immediate shock. Lying on the couch were my shirt, genes, shoes and socks. All the things I had been wearing. All that is except my white underpants with the kissy lips. How the hell did they get into my flat? Well of course dummy they had your fucking keys. I went over and picked up my genes. I checked the pocket and found my wallet. My keys were in the back pocket where I always carried them. I opened the wallet and everything seemed to be there. The $20. dollar bill and some loose change in the change purse. My credit card and other cards like health, Air Miles, Canadian Tire, Zeller's, A&P. Nothing was missing that I could see. I dropped the genes back onto the couch and made my way to my small kitchen. I needed a coke. I am addicted to the damned stuff. The kitchen is very small but when you are single like I am you really don't have a need for a large kitchen. On the small table under the window was a large brown envelope. Inside was a note and some photo's. Dear Harold; After reading this be sure to destroy it. If you have any thoughts of passing this note on to the police forget it now. It wouldn't do them any good anyway. It is most unfortunate that you turned out to be such a rotten fucking punk. I really cannot abide thieves. You stole $165.25 from me today and my boys recovered $50. of that amount from your hide. That leaves $115.25 still to be collected. You will be contacted and boy, you had better be ready to pay me what you owe. The boys were very easy on you today, next time it will be broken bones you can be sure of that. How do you like the nice photo's. My my now wouldn't they cause a sensation if certain people were to see them? Signed: Charlie. I looked at the photo's, 12 of them. Photo's of me stripping. Photo's of me naked. Photo's of me sucking cock and being fucked up the ass. I sat down at the table, put my head in my hands and let the tears roll. I was going to have to meet with them again. Oh dear lord don't let that happen I prayed. To be continued. Will Mr. Charlie come back for Harold? You can bet on it. Watch for Part 2, cuming soon to a story site near you.
My wife and I divorced after I discovered she was having an affair. Unfortunately, due to my struggle as a freelance writer, and her success as a former model, she won custody over our two daughters. During that time, I got bi-weekend visitation rights. This lasted for two years, when our girls Fiona and Mati were sixteen and seventeen at the time, respectively. Now they are eighteen and nineteen, free to emancipate themselves from my wife and live with me if they chose. Due to my continuing career struggle, I advised against this, for their wellbeing. So, Mati stayed with Fiona and their mother, and her new partner, indefinitely.
A month after Fiona’s eighteenth birthday, I received word that my grandfather had passed. He was a renowned, retired archeologist and museum curator. Most of his wealth had been accrued from a trust fund established by his grandfather, a successful psychologist. He had died from a heart attack after living years in secrecy with heart problems. We weren’t close, except when I was a kid, before graduating and seeking a creative career. Despite this, I was contacted about his will, and learned that he had entrusted his entire estate to me, including an interesting trust fund: a monthly ‘allowance’ taken from an off-shore account, of five-thousand dollars. In the will were the words “I always respected your passionate drive, and wish upon you a life of fulfillment to compensate for my absence.”
I was touched, and beyond grateful.
They say money can’t buy happiness, but…
Let’s just say, I didn’t hesitate moving into the massive six-bedroom, three-bathroom manor, complete with a backyard garden, maze, and pool, a large fountain in front and a cobblestone courtyard, occupying an eight-acre estate. The will was for the house, property, and everything on it—including the soft-top convertible Jaguar coupe in the spacious garage. All utilities were paid, and a groundskeeper would tend to his duties every weekend.
Almost without reluctance, I contacted Mati directly, and gave her the great news. My wife was incredibly upset, but powerless, while my daughters both eagerly moved in with me, spiting her for betraying my trust while favoring my loyal, if not coddling, treatment of them instead.
Once I got settled, I stayed at the house for five days alone, before the girls came over. I sent a limo for them, since I had that kind of money now. The estate was some thirty miles from where I lived, and about a five-minute drive to the nearest neighbor, also a large house, but comparably lacking. The estate’s gently curved driveway alone is a mile and a half long. As for the distance between here and my ex-wife’s, where the girls were being picked up from, I deduced a forty-minute ride.
I took advantage of this time and tidied up the best I could.
Given the amount of space in the house, I didn’t have to do much work. It had been exceptionally cared for before my grandfather’s unfortunate passing, which occurred at a golf course two hours away. As for tending to my own things, when I initially moved in I had most of it taken upstairs to the master bedroom, but the rest of it straggled by the foyer. In the last five days, I had plenty of time to finish arranging and unpacking, but instead I spent the days exploring and the nights lounging.
I couldn’t help but feel like this was a miraculous gift from the heavens, if not literally, and not only a way to reconnect with the only people I love in this life, but to help decimate my writer’s block, too.
My phone chimed in my khaki shorts’ pocket. I set the box I was carrying upstairs down on the steps in front of my shins and unearthed the phone.
‘Omg daddy a limo!? This is crazy. You’re the best. See you soon. LY!’
It was from Mati. I smiled and replied:
‘Only the best FOR the best. Can’t wait. LY2’
What followed was an angel-face emoji paired with a hugging one.
A soothing contentedness filled me.
Due to their strict mother—the bitch—they didn’t get a smart phone until eighteen. Which meant Fiona didn’t get hers until a month ago. Mati and I had been periodically texting for a year before that, mostly to communicate our bi-weekly hangouts and occasional things they wanted to share with me, so I wouldn’t become too estranged. About a month after owning the phone, Mati started saying “LY” and “LY2” in place of “love you” and “love you, too” respectively. At first I didn’t care for the nonchalance, but I quickly realized that it was merely an abbreviation of text, not of emotion.
So, naturally, I adapted.
After pocketing my phone and picking up the box, I couldn’t help but think about my girls more. I haven’t seen them in two weeks; it’s a Thursday afternoon, now, so technically this coming weekend would line up with their next scheduled visitation. But everything else lined up differently, and for the better, so here we are.
They sure had gotten ‘big’ alright. They were hardly my ‘little girls’ anymore, although they both acted it more often than not, and unmistakably adorably. Despite their maturation, it didn’t feel right calling them ‘women’ just yet. Besides, if I did that, it would make them feel more like friends than family. And don’t get me wrong, they’re technically my only true friends, anyway.
Regardless of their age, I still attribute cute nicknames to Fiona and Mati, and neither of them have ever complained, or even shown a hint of ridicule. They have always loved being spoiled and pampered, and I’ve done it right, or so I believed, over the years with my ex-wife. After the divorce, I was monetarily deprived, so I could only spoil them with love. Not once in that time did they ever seem to wane in their familial loyalty to me.
For that I was immensely grateful.
Fiona has always been “princess” to me, especially after Shrek came out. Fortunately it didn’t release until two months following her birth, although for a while she clung to the notion that I eventually named her after that character nonetheless. In addition to “princess,” I often called Fiona by her abbreviated nickname, “Fi,” as did Mati. Unlike Fiona, though, I never called Mati by her full name, Mathilda, unless she was in trouble—a rarity these days—or in certain sarcastic, joking manners. My nickname for her was “cupcake.” In addition to being a silly and cute moniker, it was fitting considering Mati has had an affinity for desserts since she was twelve.
But Mati wasn’t twelve anymore. And Fiona wasn’t, either.
I set the box down in my master bedroom and took a deep breath. I was in great shape for my age, thirty-seven and counting. While not as fit as I dreamt I could be, I’m at a comfortable level.
I wandered over to the bed and collapsed back onto it after a brief springing motion from my feet. The four-poster king-size bed was a bit high up, which made me think my grandfather used a stool to help him. I hadn’t noticed one in the room, but then again I hadn’t fully explored yet, either.
The burgundy velvet coverlet was criminally comfortable.
The spacious bedroom was currently doused in natural daylight, which unrestrainedly filtered in through the tall, rectangular window currently ‘behind’ me. To the right of the bed, that is, if I was lying on it properly. Thick burgundy curtains were pulled aside, which I did in every room every time I woke up, but kept the doors shut.
Despite the soft radiance filling the room, I felt incredibly relaxed and placated.
I unearthed my phone to check for new messages, but saw none. My home-screen wallpaper was a photo of the three of us, taken during their last visit. We went out to an aquarium that had just opened up and then got some casual dinner at a Silver Diner. We had a great time on a considerably low budget, and only two days to work with, especially with the 10am-7pm windows. As if I was some kind of felon. I rolled my eyes at the notion, but then my gaze returned to the screen.
We made it a habit to take a new pic every other weekend, together.
I’d update my phone accordingly.
In this recent one, we were squeezed onto one booth seat. It was Fiona’s idea, the silly girl. She was small, too, hence her lack of concern. Mati quickly caved and thought it would be fun, too, insisting I be in the middle, with my arms around them. Of course, I ended up forcing multiple takes with the shenanigans I pulled, and they were no different. Silly faces to ‘ruin’ the photo, bunny-ear fingers, hands covering eyes, stuff like that.
My God, this bed was comfortable.
I felt like I was sinking into it.
A syrupy smile slowly and diminutively graced my face as I looked at the phone wallpaper for some time. I felt my eyes grow heavy, and my heart light. I was so comforted after the last two years of struggling and distance from them, to finally not be concerned about money or even losing their love. At the very least, should they want to branch out on their own after a stint here, they could happily visit anytime.
I just wanted the best for them.
In the photo, which was finally the one where all three of us were smiling big—although I did keep the other ‘outtakes’—I was mushed in the middle, with my left arm around Mati, and my right around Fiona, who was nearest the aisle. I’m 6’1″ and Mati is 5’2″, Fiona 5’6″. Still, sitting together like that, it almost seemed like we were all the same height. Well, Mati and Fiona for sure. Mati was more of a slumping-sitter than Fiona, who almost always had great posture, and was the more buoyant of the two, consistently chipper, even when her sister was in a subpar mood. She would do her best to cheer up Mati, which eventually worked without fail, especially if I pulled in the assist.
They were so adorable.
The girls were blessed with long, rich, dark brown hair and umber eyes. Fiona’s was a hue closer to black, yet her eyes were a tad lighter brown than Mati’s, especially under natural light. Their skin was almost the same complexion, Fiona’s a caramel shade darker from all the beach and pool-time, while Mati usually favored lounging inside. Extrovert and introvert, the two of them, respectively. Yet still they remained so close and loyal.
Such beautiful girls, somehow, coming from me and their mother.
They must have gotten their pretty genes from her, as much as I hated to admit it. I started balding in my twenties so it had since become a lost cause. I had a well-maintained beard, hazel eyes, acne-scarred cheeks, and imperfect teeth. Their smiles were brilliant, like white sunshine, and their skin just as impeccable. They were my little miracles.
Despite my conviction that they ‘got their looks’ from their mother, it remained a mystery from the neck-down. The two girls were, physically, almost the polar opposites. Their mother had an average physique when we dated, however stunning as she was, the latter of which sealed the deal with model agencies, including cosmetics and eyewear. Fiona, now eighteen, had the figure of an ideal swimsuit model, with C-cup breasts and a cute little bubble-butt. She had a thin waist without being hourglass-shaped, noticeable clavicles without being gaunt, and thighs delightfully between thick and lean. Mati, conversely, was beautifully stout. I don’t know when exactly she started to peak, but I’d have to say in the last two years alone her bust has significantly increased. She used to almost be Fiona’s size when she was sixteen. Now her breasts were unavoidably enormous, at least DD, and whatever weight she has gained lately also distributed itself to her thighs and buttocks. She had a slight pudge to her stomach, which resulted in her never wearing anything with midriff-exposure, contrary to Fiona’s more liberal attire. Despite this, Mati rarely if ever acted noticeably shy about herself in public or jealous of Fiona, especially in my presence; our platonic atmosphere was loving and nonjudgmental, easygoing and goofy.
Part of my mind shifted gears, all of a sudden realizing that I just subconsciously acknowledged, in great detail, the startlingly attractive physiques of my two daughters. I was momentarily shocked and appalled at myself, embarrassed and ashamed. However, the other part of my mind—notice I didn’t say half, because I’m sure this portion had greater real estate in my brain—was not slowing down.
My eyes started to grow heavy, an odd fatigue coming over me.
The last thing I saw before the darkness of sleep enveloped me, was my phone screen, but in particular, a melting collage of brown eyes, bright smiles, and tightly contained breasts.
I remember It was Saturday morning 27/12 and i woke up still pissed from my birthday party last night ..I look over to my younger Sister whos 13 years old,brushing her hair in the mirror.My cock is throbbing and I have To get up and go to the toilet.
My sister is watching me in the mirror , as I rush in to flick my rock hard 7.7″inch cock out of my bathers full of alcohol and start pissing .What a relief !!.
We moved into a new two story house about 3 years ago and the renovations weren’t fully finished. There are still no doors except for the front and back door and no blinds except for in the kitchen .”In the toilet bowl bro”Do I have to tell you every day!!…I hear my sister yell..
I just stand there watching the thick stream of piss spraying all over the toilet and floor….my sister screams out (“you PIG”) yelling out for MUM….
Within about 10 seconds mum walks into our bedroom upstairs,only wearing a white lacy floral see through g-sting with no bra on, and scares the shit out of me, while I’m standing there pissing infront of Rebecca who was sitting there in her white training bra and pink g-sting,pointing the hair brush at me …saying (look mum what a drunk pig…)she’s so immature.!Besides mum & dad said I was Allowed to have a drink on my 15th birthday with my friends as long as we stayed in the house and were in bed by 12:30am..
I looked over at them and felt so embarrassed of what happened last night with my mates as I shack the last few drops from my penis…Mum speaks to me and says (“at least its not vomit, I thought you would be throwing up..I was awake all night thinking about you and your school friends getting drunk,luckily your father wasn’t here and had to work last night,now get into the shower, you’ll feel better “)..I pulled my bathers down ( with both mum and Rebbecca whispering to each other how I still had a erection and how big my cock looked as I hop into the shower.. the rest of my clothes are on the floor next to my little sisters bed..
Mum walks over to give her youngest budding daughter Rebecca a hug as there bodies embrace I realize how small and sexy our mother is, compared with my little sister only 13,who is just starting to develop small breasts,my mother is nearly the same size as her with a full figure and shaved cunt from what I can see, the whole family have thick jet black hair.. Chloe my older sister too.She sleeps in the bedroom opposite us,with our beautiful joining bathroom in the middle.
Daddy took Chloe away this weekend on his work trip..she loves eating at the best restaurants and room service by the pool.
They won’t be home until Sunday night ,so I’m alone with mum and Rebbecca..I couldn’t help myself,and without even realizing it I had put soap up and down the shaft my cock and was slowly masturbating while i was looking at mum and Rebecca hugging in the bedroom…They could see me in the shower and started touching each other’s bums and g-stings,I couldn’t believe it…
Mum started telling me off about what me and friends did last night and what a muck we were running and how they stayed up all night and went home this morning about a hour before I woke up…
I couldn’t control myself,and starting cumming in my hand while listening to mum.The water felt soo good and hot and the soapy,oily,lubricate on my senitive alcohol fuelled massive
hard-on like I’ve never had before…
Mum stopped talking as her and Rebecca were shocked watching streams of hot cum shot out of my cock and onto the floor infront of the shower… I turned off the water in the shower and was so hungover just grabbed a towel and layed it on my bed and went straight back to sleep. …
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Sam was on his way round to pick up Lucy for there 3rd date. The two before had been a lot of fun but left Lucy wondering, by now most men had already been deep inside her and had there slink over her tits. Lucy was a loose slut and liked to be the one telling them what to do, but Sam was different she didn’t have that control and it was exciting her in a very different way then ever before.
Sam walked up to the door and only just taped the door as she swung it open, she had been waiting for him, she was ready hours ago with anticipation. This hadn’t help her loose cunt as it was so wet and had now made her French knickers wet front to back.
They arrived at the Restraunt and was shown to there table. Lucy could tell tonight was different and in a scary good way, the unknown what was going to happen ?
They are there meal Sam had been steadily plying Lucy with drink but nothing him self. He was in control, she got drunk and turned into a total slapper, no was never answer that crossed her lips.
He told Lucy that she was well known for fucking men and throwing them away when she was done but tonight was the start of a big change for her. She must be obedient and do as she was told. Now her normal reaction strangely would be no ! No man controlled this slut but with out hesitation she said yes sir. She thought to her self what? Where did that come from? And straight away her pussy started to get so wet. She could feel it seeping threw her knickers and into her dress.
Sam told her to stand up and stand next to him. She stood and moved over, people in the Restraunt tuned to see what she was doing. He tuned her around to see her wet patch on her dress. You have a loose wet cunt don’t you Lucy, yes I do she replied, go to the toilet take off your knickers come back to the table at put them out so everyone can see them, off she trotted. When she returned Sam was on the phone not talking just watching Lucy walk back she placed her black lacy knickers on the table and sat down. Sam said two words down the phone, it’s on !
She asked what’s on ?
Lucy you are a slut and I’m going to treat you as such, no man has treated you right, they have not fucked or controlled you correctly tonight you will learn what the real meaning of loses Lucy the kinky slut means.
Do you want that ?
Yes she replies
They finish there meal the knickers left on the table for everyone to see. They pay there bill and get up to leave she goes to take the knickers, he grabs her wrist tight and hard. And says in a very stern voice loud enough so the tables close can hear. Does a slit need her knickers? Lucy says no but to quietly. He tightens his grip on her louder he barks, she she replies, the tables close by gasp at what’s happening. The same thought going threw there mind, she’s a slut ! And they was all correct.
They get in the car and start driving heading to Sams house. He tells her to open the glove box. It falls open and is shocked to see what’s in there. A gag, wrist and ankle restraints, a big size plug, a large black dildo and some lube. He tells her to put it all on.
Which ones goes where, referring to the toys. Your arse needs stretching and pussy gaping so work it out your self, ow and pass me the lube you don’t need to you wet slut. Lucy rubs the plug over her pussy to get it all wet and then positions it against her hole. It’s bigger than anything that’s been in there before, and she finds it hard to make it fit but when pops in she lets out a lovely yelp. Good I got the size right Sam says. Now spread your legs and get that dildo in your cunt I want you hole gaping by the time we get home. She goes to work on her self making some great noises as her cunt lips cling to the long shaft the plug in her arse trying to get out but her ring keeps hold of it nicely while she uses her self. What a total slut you are Lucy, I knew you wanted to be used, your body needs to be abused you need your holes red and gaping that’s the only way a slags cunt and arse should look and we will do it. She looks at him with the ‘we’ ringing in her mind, the phone call. She had had two cocks before but could this be more. With that she makes her self cum all over his dash. You good slut Lucy
He pulls into the drive. There is several cars there. She knows he lives alone so what is waiting ?
He tells her to leave the dildo in the car but keep the plug in. She follows him round the side of the house. Every step feels so strong with her arse full. They go round to the patio area there is 3 men standing there. They have been waiting. They’re all naked except for masks over there faces and have great semi hard cocks, each cock a little bigger and fatter than the next. In each of there hands they have different toys. One has a plug bigger than what’s in her now, next a wide but not long dildo that will stretch her cunt so wide and the other a whip. Ow my she thinks this will be the best 3rd date ever. This is loose Lucy the soaking wet cunt for us too use, he says to the men ,they are all looking at her. Sam slides the shoulders of her dress off pulls it down too show off her large breasts in a black two strap bra, her nipples free and hard but her breasts pushed up making a massive cleavage for catching spit and spunk. He then pulls up get skirt showing off her suspenders and smooth wet cunt, her large loose lips hanging down and her hard clit between them. See boys she has been a good slut and left her knickers on the table. He spins her round slaps both her arse cheeks hard and spreads them showing her hole full and stretched, her ass hole is pulsing thinking of pushing out the toy he spreads her legs bends her right over and slaps her lips hard three times. All of Lucy’s juices are over the palm of his hand, he rubs it all over her face he tells her to suck his fingers, the taste of her wetness is so strong and horny. He walks her over too the men,pushes Lucy to her knees. Now make them hard he demands. He spreads her feet and connects a spreader bar. Themen walk over, Sam grabs her hair pulls her head back puts two fingers in her mouth and opens it wide they take turn in spitting in her mouth. Some misses and goes on her face and chin, there spit filling her mouth. Sam orders her, don’t you swallow that you bitch ! you will need that. He pushes her head forward on to the smaller cock. She takes it in her mouth and starts to suck, it grows in her mouth and is soon to the back of her throat, it gives her a little gag and there is more saliva in her mouth. It starts to over flow and dribble down her chin. She works on his cock sucking hard pushing it to the point of gag her nose against his belly his balls over her dripping wet chin. Lucy has the other two cocks in her hands and is stroking them hard and fast to they are fully erect. He pulls out her mouth and they swap this time the cock is another is longer and more fat. It goes in her mouth and straight away tries to take it all but this one is filling her mouth so much more the tip of the cock is at her gag and she is no where near taking it all. Sam takes grabs her head and says swallow it and pushes her down on it, the massive cock going deep into her throat she is gagging hard on it bur he won’t let her up for air, she gurgles with all the spit and a huge cock in her mouth. Sam lets her up for air her mouth wide gasping pushing all the saliva out of her mouth. It’s covering her she is such a cock sucking slut he says, your a good bitch Lucy I’m glad I picked you have lots of potential. She thanks him but soon enough the next cock is in her mouth. Now this was big the biggest she’s ever had he takes hold of her hair and starts to fuck her sloppy wet mouth. She can do nothing but feel this huge cock working it’s way deeper down her throat gaging and gargling on this enormous shaft in her mouth.
While he uses her mouth the other two start on her arse. Then pull her upwards using the plug inside her. It gets worked in and out stretching her arse. They pull it out slow then push it in hard and fast pushing the big cock down her throat, it blocking out her screaming. With it wet loose and gaping they reach for the big plug. She can feel it being rubbed over her cunt then pushed against her hole, this one won’t go in as easy. She can feel putting lots of weight behind it her hole stretching like never before the cock covering up her voice saying it’s too big. And then pop it’s inside, the pain and pleasure rushed threw Lucy you could hear he moaning so loud, as hit goes threw her bony the only way out is her cunt and gushes uncontrollably pulse after pulse of her juice is flooding out of her she wonders where all this has cum from and will it ever stop. They pull the plug out of her and another huge gush. Her hole is big and gaping. One of them starts feeding there fingers to her hole, it’s so open 4 just fall in and it takes very little work to get to the thumb in, it starts to give a stretch as the knuckles hit but a gentle push and his hand is in side her. The other man starts whipping her cheeks as the fist is worked into her, the hole just loving the fullness. They take everything out of her arse is wide and there is fist farts coming out of her. The drool is all down her face neck and going over her breasts. They put the big wide dildo on the floor position her pussy over the top and get her to lower her self down. Her massive wet lips sucking it up inside. Her twat is full. They each take turns on the whip aiming at her breasts and thighs stopping now and then to pinch her nipples. They slowly one by one wank them selves off over her. It goes in her hair, over her face down her chin and over her breasts. They all stand back and admirer the slutty mess they have made Lucy. Now Sam comes over, It’s time too finish you off Lucy.
Her pushes her on her back and removes the huge dildo. Her huge cunt just sits there, lips wide apart her juices dribbling out. Her pussy looks like it’s crying for attention. Sam rubs his hand over twat making it all wet, slapping her clit, the shocks making her whole body quiver. He makes a fist and a little push and wiggle and his in her cunt. It’s so deep warm and wet. He twists it around pulling it in and out her body reacting to every movement. Sam gestures the big cock over. He straddles Lucy, Sam lines hid cock up her pussy in one push it’s in her, that greedy cunt taking his massive cock and sams fist. They work her in time and very quickly she is starting to gush over them both. Fountains of cum going every where. They pull out of her undo her wrist and ankles and let her sit there relaxed enjoying the serving they have just dealt her. One last thing Lucy we don’t let our skits be dirty so we best wash you down, and with that 4 warm jets of piss splash and cover her body
Thank you for reading
Dedicated to M