the girl wanted me__Daddy would be real unhappy if he knew I was telling this story. None of my friends would believe me anyway, so what the hell…..
My daddy was having an affair with the lady down the street. Mom was having an affair with a guy at her work. They didn’t hide it much and I found out real easy. “Lynn, go to the park or something for a while.” mom or dad would say. I could see our house from the park and a guy or lady go in, stay for a while and then come out and leave.
The lady down the street’s daughter and I were best friends. Trina liked my daddy and we did a lot of talking about how she wanted to ’make out’ with him. She told me how my daddy would come in the back door and her mom would lock her out of the house to play in the back yard. She could go in the garage though, and that’s when she heard the noises.
“What kind of noises?” I ask. (“…sex noises..”) she said. Her moms bedroom was right above the garage and close to the vent duct she could hear my daddy and her mom having (sex). I didn’t believe her until she called me and said to ’come over quick’ to the side gate. She took me in the garage to listen.
She was right. I’d never heard my daddy groan- talk like that. I noticed Trina rubbing her pussy slightly as she listened. I was breathing hard my self. I had seen my daddy naked before and I pictured him naked and on top of Trina’s mom. Now I wanted to rub my pussy too. I was to embarrassed until Trina reached over and whispered: (“..rub right here..”)
She took my hand and put it on my own pussy. She took mine and her one finger and rubbed it right on my clit. That….felt real good. I liked her rubbing me. She took my other hand and put it over her clit. Now we were rubbing each other.
This was so exciting for me, I had never done this before. We kept going. We both had on our school uniforms with skirts. She went under my skirt and rubbed me over my panties. I did the same. Next she went down my panties and her finger was rubbing my bare pussy and clit. I followed and felt her wet pussy. We turned and faced each other with our eyes closed. We listened to my daddy and her mom make hot sexy noises, above us.
Every thing was changing in my life. I was having new feelings that were awesome. To hear my daddy and her mom have sex was effecting me in a new way, all over my body. Trina had heard them before, but for me…oh my god…this was so sexy, and now with her fingering me for the first time, I was trembling inside in an exciting way I never knew about. I found I too would love to be her mom and having my daddy have sex with me. I had only ever thought about that once before, and quickly stopped thinking about it, being so taboo and all.
He warm body against mine was my first time to have a girl touch me, and I liked it. To feel her all turned on as I felt her wet pussy was all new. Her breathing in my ear was even sexy. Then she whispered out of breath: (“…I wish your finger was your daddy rubbing on me. Put your finger inside me and rub your thumb on my clit.”…) I got a wave of good feelings when she said that. Both our fingers went inside us She held my finger and guided it in and out of my pussy.
I did the same to her very wet pussy. Our thumbs rubbed our clits a little faster. I imagined it was my daddy doing it. Something was building up inside of me as we both panted in our ears. Wow…I was excited with sneaking a mutual fingering of us. We could hear them over us moaning and groaning. Our hips started to rock together and them it happened. We orgasmed together. We both let out a tiny moans of our own. We squirmed and this new feeling took me over and I pressed my tits up against hers. Everything felt good and exciting. We just kept slow rubbing and savored the thrill we just had….
We later both planed a sleepover. Our thoughts were to have all night to play with our pussy’s and this was making us fantasize all kind of new things. Our naked bodies under the covers. Touching and feeling each other as our fingers repeated our mutual orgasms. I could hardly sleep that night. I fingered myself and imagined it was her and then my daddy doing it.
Friday night finally came and our sleepover. Mom was gone for the weekend, but daddy was home. When I told Trina that my daddy would be home tonight,….she gasp on the phone. She paused…… she whispered that she had a ’plan’ she would tell me later in person. I had a feeling what she had in mind. My mind was racing with all the thing that ’could’ happen with her and my daddy. She was bold and aggressive and my daddy already liked her a lot. I had seen Trina rub up against daddy before when she thought no one was looking. I could tell he liked it too.
I now had mixed feelings about her and my daddy getting together. Just maybe….if daddy made out with me…..he wouldn’t need to go over to Trina’s mom and stay home with me.
I felt my pussy getting wet with all the thoughts I was having, it felt good to rub it a little. I thought ….wouldn’t it be cool if my daddy made a sexual move on me. I would let him. We could make out when mom was not home. As I thought I put my hand inside my panties and I was really wet. I closed my eyes and leaned against my bedroom wall. I relived Trina’s finger in me and then on to my daddy doing it instead. I felt an orgasm building up in my pussy.
I took my thoughts further. My daddy’s finger was now his hardon going in and out of my pussy. Now the orgasm increased and was about to happen. I went for it and moaned out a little as I felt my daddy’s hard on in me. My hips jolted as my orgasm hit. It was the best one yet and took my breath away. My heart was beating so fast, I loved the feeling.
‘Ding dong‘, Trina was at the door. I watch from the top of the stairs as daddy answered it. She came in with her back pack. As soon as daddy shut the door, she was hugging him. He looked around to see if I was around. I stayed hidden. They both instantly started making out. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but I didn’t need too. They were feeling each others asses and he started kissing her. Mom was due home any minute. They did a quick feel up of each other and I saw my daddy feeling her titties. She in turn felt the front of his pants. I was in sexual shock, having never seen this before. I was jealous and excited all at the same time. My pussy pulsed as I watched. Oh how I wished that was me in daddy arms.
Mom called and said she had to go out of town? ….bullshit….we all knew better than that. Trina and I fixed dinner as I watch her eyeball daddy. Later she ask me to go in my bedroom and stay there and not come out. She wanted to ’talk’ with my daddy. I said: “No, you guys ’talk’ down stairs, I want to watch!” We giggled and she said ’ok’. She whispered: (“..I want to make out with him so bad, he has big fingers too!…”) I felt jealous but excited too. We now had on our night clothes and she pulled me close and felt my pussy. I felt hers too and said out of breath that tonight we were going to have so much fun in my bed. She nodded her head as I felt her finger go inside me.
For some strange reason….I felt like kissing her neck….so I did. She gasp and returned the kisses. This was a first for both of us and we just let it happen. Slowly we kissed our faces. Her warm breath was awesome. I loved it when she was all turned on. Our hands started feeling our bodies. I had never felt another girls titties before, but now I just went for it. We were bra- less and we started making out for the first time. She whispered: (“…later, I want to do a lot more, ok?..”) My heart jumped a beat as I nodded my head. We didn’t want to stop, but she wanted to go down stairs to sit with my daddy.
I was now going to watch a make out session with her and my daddy and then….I was going to make out with her that night. I think every thing on my body trembled.
I got on my knees and got in my hidden spot at the top of the stairs and waited. She must have told him, I wouldn’t be coming down so they wouldn’t be disturbed.
I watched them come and sit on the couch. I could see everything perfectly. Up stairs was all blacked out so they couldn’t see me. I felt my pussy wetness run down one leg. This was over the top in my body’s sex department. My tittie nipples even tingled.
Trina had on a shortie lavender robe. She turned and laid her head in daddy’s lap. She put her hand under daddy’s shirt and rubbed his chest. He played with her hair as she snuggled close to him. He started rubbing her back and soon his hand went to her front. I knew he was feeling her tits. She moved up and started kissing him. I could see her tongue going in his mouth. They were making out real hot like. I watched him slowly lay down with her on her back.
I so wished it was me.
He started kissing down to her tits. She was squirming slightly as she played with his hair. I saw him sucking and kissing her tits. My pussy was so wet watching, I began to rub it slightly. He opened her robe all the way and now was kissing his way down. Her knees came up and then put them wide open.
I had never seen a man do this to a girl,… live. It was making me so hot to watch. I found my fingers were rubbing my slit, up and down. I saw his head now between her legs and moving. I think he was licking her pussy. She was squirming more now and making these moaning sounds. I let one of my fingers slip inside my wet pussy. It felt so good to rub inside it. I was getting hot watching and had to take a quiet big breath.
Daddy sat up. He was licking her, because her pussy was all shiny and wet. Guys must like doing that. I wondered what it was like. Daddy pulled down his shorts and out came his hardon, my first to see. It was big and pink. Trina got on her knees and put her hand on it. She got closer as she began to stroke it. Daddy took her robe all the way off and felt her butt.
She got real close and kissed his hardon. Daddy began to feel her titties. She began to lick his hardon all over. Daddy guided her head to put her mouth over the end of his hardon. He moved her head up and down on it. He had her put both her hands on him and jack his hardon up and down.
I got a hot flash in my pussy as my finger went in and out. I spread my knees wide apart and took my other hands fingers and rubbed my clit. I wanted another one of those orgasms. I found out how to make it return by rubbing myself.
As I watched Trina suck on daddy’s hardon, my own orgasm was building up fast. I couldn’t dare make any noise but I wanted to moan so bad. I heard Trina moan real loud. Daddy now had his hand between her legs and fingering her pussy. She jumped. I saw white stuff coming out the sides of her mouth. She pull off as the white stuff was shooting out of my daddy’s hardon. He put her mouth back on it as more came out of her mouth. Daddy groaned as his fingers were going in and out of Trina’s pussy. She was fucking his fingers.
I lost control as the best orgasm came to me and made me squirm and shake. My fingers kept it going longer. I had to lay down on the rug and catch my breath.
My body trembled as I got up and quietly snuck back into my bedroom. I laid on my back and continued rubbing my warm wet pussy. The pictures of what I had just seen played thru my mind over and over.
I woke up to Trina crawling in bed with me….naked. ————— Continued in part 2 …
her hands felt in the dark…..(all people are 18 or older in this story)
….Yes, I stepped over the line, but it’s been really worth the thrilling adventure I’ve had. I never got caught. The great guys kept quiet but I never expected the special reward I got.
…My name is Miss. Dickerson, or Miss. ‘D’ as everyone called me. It all started with my classroom. It had to the side a conference room used in the past for something. I used it to have private conversations with some students with special problems.
…A good looking guy student named Pete, had some personal problem he wanted to talk about. I took him in the conference room which had no windows. We sat down to talk. It seems that he had a big crush on me and kept getting erections in class to his embarrassment. He scooted his chair up close to me. I, without showing it, got aroused by him.
…He could sense it and got closer to me. My heavy breathing gave me away. I couldn’t resist as he leaned in and kissed me. Tingles shot thru my pussy as I shivered a little. He had this huge erection in his pants. He complained he needed to cum so bad it was hurting him. I stood up panting for breath as he stood up too.
….I don’t know what made me do it but I just unzipped his pants as his sad puppy dog eyes began to get excited. I reached in and took his erection out. It was so big and warm, I just started stroking it. He quick took out his handkerchief and held it over the end. I was so wet by now I could feel the wet in my panties. It felt wonderful to be this aroused. It didn’t take many strokes and he shot cum and filled 1/2 the handkerchief.
….I orgasmed when he did. He bucked and jolted his cum shot as my knees went a little weak. “Oh my god…thank you Miss. D, that was so beautiful, no one will ever know this took place, I promise …your so beautiful. We better get back.” He put everything away and left the room. I sat down to gather my self as to what had just happened. I just masturbated a student.
….That would get me fired and probably jailed so fast I couldn’t believe I did it. It also….was the most thrilling thing I had ever done. That was the best orgasm I had ever had. I had to compose myself quickly and return to the classroom. I grabbed some papers and pretended to be deep in thought about them. I opened the door and the classroom was empty. The buzzer had sounded and I didn’t even hear it in there. I took a big breath and sat at my desk. My wet pussy felt so damn good as I reached under my skirt to put tissues in my wet pussy. I just had to do a quick rub of my clit. It gave me a pleasure twinge that felt wonderful.
…. This all brought back memories of me growing up. I had masturbated my dad and brother. I wouldn’t have sex with them and ’wanking’ them kept them satisfied for a while. It was always done at night and I had never seen a guy shoot his cum, just felt the warm cum as some got on my hand. I felt special and doing it made me excited. Later on I let them feel my titties and rub my pussy a little.
….To watch Pete shoot his cum like that was a orgasm maker for me. It was time to have Pete return for more ’counseling’. I planned it out to have him come back once a week when I had no class that hour. The anticipation of waiting until our ’appointment’ was wonderful. He now asked if he could kiss me and feel my tits, I said no. I didn’t want to get romantically involved with a student. This just seemed to add to his cum shooting and my orgasms.
…He asked me about his friend Jason who had the same constant erection problem. I just couldn’t say no to another student to masturbate. Jason came in the appointed time and I ’wanked him and watched him shoot huge amounts of cum. He was told to bring a cloth and I got to watch him shoot big shots of cum. I could orgasm without even touching my self.
…He told me how cool I was and on and on. I guess they didn’t realize I was getting a big thrill out of this also. Soon they, their parents all said how special I was at counseling them and the school set me up as a counselor for ’Special Problems.’ The conference room had an outside door to it and they put ’Special Counsel’ on it and I had the only key. I was aroused all the time now between the two, and there were more to come. I ended up with five guys I ’wanked’ each week.
….I had a boyfriend who was pretty lackluster. He was a nerd and we did ’quick fucks’ now and again but I was getting way more pussy thrills from my ’special’ guys.
… As males and females do, we all wanted more. I now stood behind them and pushed my tits into their back. I would reach around and quietly say in their ear to think about the girl they would most like to have sex with while I wanked them. They all said…”You, Miss. D”….this always make me hot and I played with their ball to add to their wank.
….We slowly all wanted more and new thrills. I gave in and let Pete feel my tits. It was exciting and soon they all felt me up. Jason was the first to rub my pussy. I just didn’t stop him as it felt so damn good to have my clit rubbed as I wanked him.
….Now….we all thought about the same thing….full sex. It was getting to a fever pitch now as I wanted to have sex with all of them and they me.
…Pete told me later that they all got together at his house. They planned this out for me, as they all wanted to do something special for me, …plus…have sex with me. It was a Friday and Jason was last on my list to wank after school. When I unlocked the door….all 5 of them walked in and locked the door. Jason spoke from a written note: “Dear sweet Miss. D. We all love you and want to do something special for you. Please let us pleasure you as you have pleasured us so very many times.”
….I just stood there smiling, not knowing how to respond. They all slowly started taking my clothes off. They brought a blanket and spread it on the rug. They laid me on the blanket naked and they started in feeling, kissing, licking and rubbing my pussy. My eyes closed with such great feeling. Hands all over me, tongues licking me, many fingers all over my pussy. Kisses on my tits and nipples. You would call it a ’gang bang’ I called a ’Love Bang” I was getting.
…Pete had won the toss and he was my first to have sex with me. He felt wonderful putting that erection of his inside my pussy. I began to moan. They had never heard me moan and I reached out for two of their big cocks. I began to suck on them. They were so excited they started cuming right away.
….I let them cum right in my mouth as I wanked them. Pete flooded my pussy and now another took his place. I sucked all of them and fuck them all until they were all completely spent. I had lost track on how many orgasm’s I had…..
….I looked at all their smiling faces and smiled back. I told them all they were bad boys and would need lots of counseling…….
A weekend at his Aunts house is one for the ages.It was an awkward car ride to say the least.
Davie and his Mom Kate had barely talked about what had happened a few days ago when they had gotten so carried away having sex, she had forgotten her sister, his Aunt Joy was coming over for a visit. She caught them as he had his come running from Kate’s pussy. The two of them standing there panting and naked. Tongues in each others mouth.
Most people would have been repulsed by what they were up to but Aunt Joy took it in stride, even slapped him on the naked ass and hugged her sister tightly. Giving her props for bedding a young stud.
It’s about time Katie, Jesus.” Joy said. “just cause he’s family, don’t mean he ain’t fuckable” Joy said as she ran a hand over my his abs. “I been fucking my own son too.” She ran a finger over his dick. “It is a family tradition. So keep doing what you guys is doing” Then she sucked on her finger.
Davie even hugged her. She rubbed herself on his bare dick. Offered again to suck him off.
They did keep at it too He and Kate. He slept in his Mom’s king size bed and they had sex every morning and usually every night. His Father had asked when he would be coming back to his place. Davie never gave a straight answer.
Neither felt any kind of guilt, shame or regret. They were both adults now and it was mutual fun and no, they weren’t going to stop no matter what.
Joy knew that. She too was down with that sort of thing. After they got dressed her and Kate went out for lunch and he just relaxed and hung out by himself for a few hours.
Upon her return she said that Joy had invited them to her place for the following weekend. Even said they could share a bed (or he could sleep in hers). Proving further that their family was very open minded. Her only stipulation was He had to fuck Joy. Not a huge deal Davie thought and it was a small price to pay to keep making love to the woman he really wanted.
Aunt Joy was older than his Mom. At fort-eight she was still a fine looking woman. Just an older looking version of Kate. Like his Mom, Joy had been divorced and lived with her two kids, His cousins Joel who was twenty four and Gillian who was just turning nineteen. The only difference is that Joy made a lot of money as a financial adviser. She was confident and aggressively pursued whatever she wanted. Usually got it too. For a bigger woman she had quite a trail of ex-lovers and hook-ups that would do a porn star proud.
Joy was curvy like my Kate but dyed her hair red. She had big green eyes and massive tits to die for and where his Mom tended towards modesty, Joy loved tight clothes, high heels and flamboyant make-up. She had actually offered to ride him again when she dropped Kate back home that Sunday. He just smiled, thanked her and declined saying he was spent form fucking his Mom. Then he spent an hour eating Kate’s pussy.
His attention came back to the two of them in the van.
“Davie, I know this must all seem quite strange.” She said not taking her eyes off the road. “But it really isn’t” She glanced over at him quickly “it has been going on in our family for generations. Your just the latest member of our family love circle”
“Is this something that you and Joy did with Gramma or Grandpa?”
“no. Not with your Grandma, at least not one on one. Threesomes sometimes with your grandpa or sometimes my Aunt or Uncles. Even your Grandpa’s Dad sometimes. More frequently after you Gramma died Joy and I took turns staying weekends with your Granpa. Daddy was and still is very verile, liked to breed the women in his life. Mama needed a break sometimes, so we took her place in his bed. Joy and I hooked up with each other sometimes too” She smiled at a memory. “the two of us, Your Aunt Joy and I are very much bi-sexual. I think you understand that too” Kate smiled again at the memory of Joy eating her pussy while she was getting into her wedding dress.
“you and Aunt Joy were… umm”
“We were lovers Davie” She said matter of factly. Sounding both proud and defiant about it.“Yes. Yes we were and I am not ashamed of it. Just like I am not ashamed of having sex with you. If two consenting people wish to bring each other pleasure than I see nothing to be ashamed of” She looked at me a smiled. “As long as it is not rape or forced in any way”
“How old were you? You two are like four years apart in age.”
“ I was eighteen. She was home from college. She showed me naked pictures of her boyfriend and her girlfriend, who looked a lot like Mom by the way and well one thing led to another and we became lovers, still are sometimes… Okay a lot”
“when did it slow down ?”
“when I met your Dad. Fell madly in love with him and committed to being a good and monogamous girlfriend and then wife. We never did stop totally. That is why neither of us could maintain marriages.”
“Oh” I said letting it all sink in. “No one ever knew?”
“no. Well your Dad found out. Until then anyway. Then I got divorced” She trailed off into thought. “Bisexuality does run in the family though. That is a fact.” She said. “Joel your cousin is bi. And Joy recently confirmed Gillian is too. Probably because she seduced her.”
“So did Aunt Joy ever tell you she was having sex with Joel and Jill?”
“When?” Davey was getting very curious and excited at the thought of experimenting with his extended family over the weekend. He had always found both Jill and Joel very good looking.
“three years ago. But it was just Joel then. Jilly was still underage. We never seduce underage family members.”
“I’d fuck Jill” I said candidly.
“Oh yeah, you like her? Is she your type?”
“Mom she is really fucking hot. She posted a photo of herself in a bikini on Instagram. I have jerked off to it twice” He said unashamed of the lust he had for his cousin. “not sure what my type is. Just find Jilly really fucking sexy. But than I am screwing a curvacious and mature fox right now too”
“Well you’ll get a chance this weekend I am sure. While you are having it off with Jill, I may go for a third round with Joel.”
“You fucked Joel too!?”
“Yes. And honey you really must get over the taboo shock of all this. It makes you sound judgmental and I know you’re not like that at all. Our two families after this weekend will be intertwined in beautiful and intimate ways. Just so you know though, He was the first cock I had after revenge fucking your Dad’s black friend. God Joel has a nice cock. Almost as nice as yours kiddo. Maybe you and Joel should fuck too.”
“I am beginning to think the combinations are endless.” They both giggled at the thought of mixing and matching as they pulled into Joy’s driveway. Her Lincoln sitting in the open garage.
She met them at the door with a hug and kiss on the cheek. She grabbed Davie’s ass as they came out of the hug.
“I want you in me” She whispered in his ear. “sooner rather than later. I will send Kate off to play with Joel and you can have me”
It seemed that things are going to escalate he thought. She held his hand and led them into the front room. Joy and Davie sat on a love seat and Katie sat on chair across from them. The hem of Joy’s skirt crept up exposing a white garter clip. Kate knew Joy loved white lingerie. Plus she could see it as she had the perfect angle to look up her sister’s short skirt. They made small talk for a couple of minutes, Joy’s hand creeping higher on Davies thigh. Eventually Joel came into the room half dressed. He had on no shirt and loose jeans. Davie could not help but stare at his toned fit body on that tall frame. He was clean shaven with mid-length hair and sparkling blue eyes. He gave Davie a wave, then took Kate’s hand and stood her up pulling her to him and kissing her on the lips then her neck. She cooed softly as she began rubbing his cock through his pants. It was becoming clear to Davie just how casual this weekend was going to be and he felt up to anything that happened.
“Joel darling” Joy said giggling. “take Auntie Kate upstairs and fuck her won’t you hunny.”
“yes Mum” He said with a smile and led Kate out of the room. “C’mon Katie” He lead her out of the room. She began taking her clothes off as she ran up the stairs.
“well” Joy said turning her attention to her nephew. “ I am going to suck you to fully hard so we can fuck right here and now” She said undoing his zipper.
“wait!” Davie said.
“whats wrong handsome? You aren’t nervous are you? I’ll be gentle if you want.”
“No its not that”
“Strip for me.” He said with a smile. “ I want you wearing nothing but that sexy garter belt from here on in.”
Joy smiled, stood and took off her clothes. Leaving everything including a sexy, lacy white bra and thong set in a pile on the floor. She had a bare pussy and he marveled at it but Davie gasp at the size of her massive tits. They were almost twice that of Kate’s.
“Holy shit you have big tits” He blurted out. She just smiled knelt in front of him and pulled his pants off. He took his shirt off himself as she started tit fucking him.
“fuck Davie this cut cock of yours looks so delicious” She said seriously as she leaned forward and took him deep into her mouth. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he surrendered to the sensation of Joy deep throating him as she gagged, slurped, played with his balls and tickled his anus. She was so good he thought she could give porn stars a lesson or two. He felt he was never, ever going to be harder than he was right then. He ran a hand through her soft red hair.
“get on the couch on all fours” Davie commanded. Joy happily complied. She knelt on all fours her elbows on the arm, her forehead on her arm. He grabbed the waist of the garter and pulled her back onto him. Keeping one hand on the garter and one hand pulling her hair she pushed deep into her and pulled out to half way before shoving hard back into her again. He could hear Kate upstairs moaning and the sound of a bed squeaking and knew Kate and Joel were fucking hard too. It made him slam into Joy even harder. She came within minutes of him entering her. She came loud. It urged him on to give it to her even harder.
“I must ride you” She blurted out. Turning and pushing him onto his back. Wasting no time she began her cowgirl routine on him. Running her hands through his long blonde hair. Licking his chest. Putting his hands on her breasts and telling him to be as rough as he wanted. His squeezing and kneading of her tits and the thumbing of her nipples sent wave after wave of pleasure through her until she was gasping for breath.
He could tell she was in heaven but he was close to finishing. He pushed her off of him and onto the floor on her back as he spread her legs holding one in the air and pinning the other to the floor and went balls deep and gave her short hard thrusts. They were sweaty and panting and she was leaving a wet spot on the carpet as he came deep in Joy’s pussy.
He collapsed on top of her and rolled onto his back as they laid there naked catching their breath. After a while Joy got up and got dressed and She and Kate left to go see their father. Leaving Davie on the floor naked and in a sex haze.
He got up and went and took a shower. Coming out of the bathroom he was only in a towel. He walked by Jill’s room which was open but looked super messy. Bras, panties and other clothes laying all over the place. Davie looked around and thought he might like to try on some of her clothes. He had really been thinking about becoming a woman a lot lately. He stepped into the room and picked up a black dress and held it up. He figured Jill had either worn it out with friends or so her boyfriend could fuck her easy. Thats what he would wear it for. To let a lover have him easier. A dress like that would make you feel sexy. Or like a wanting slut. Either way wearing it said come fuck me.
He started toward the room where he was to stay with Kate but stopped as he saw Joel on his bed in just boxers. A respectable bulge front and center. Joel was stroking it as he looked at his phone. He could not stop staring at Joel. Davie wanted him bad. He liked tall fit men.
“Hey Davie” Joel said waving him in.
He invited Davie to sit next to him on the bed. The two sat side by side. Davie trying to keep his towel from falling open. Revealing his semi hard cock. He could not stop thinking about sucking Joel’s big cock. He was getting overly aroused. Joel though stopped him covering up and opened the towel so he could see what Davie had to offer. He whistled at the long hardening tool.
“you gave it to my Mom good hey Dave” Joel said running a hand up and down Davie’s leg.
“yes.” He slid closer to his cousin. “I loved doing her too”
“I bet” Joel said kissing his cousin on the shoulder. “I wanna fuck you now Davie”
“Right fucking now. I can‘t stand how hot your making me”
“Holy fuck really!” Davie kissed Joel softly on the lips.
“Yes very much. I’m a top. Is that cool” He opened the towel all the way and leaned over and began sucking Davie’s fast hardening tool. Davie held the back of Joel’s head thrusting up into his throat. Joel did’t object and sucked even more enthusiastically.
“God Joel you can have me any way you want” Davie said as he slid his hand into Joel’s boxers and squeezed his ass and began fingering his anus. Joel really enjoyed this and bobbed his head furiously. His warm, moist mouth was so good at oral sex Davie came hard into the mouth of his cousin. Joel swallowed every drop.
“you liked that did you?” Joel smiled. Davie could only nod his pleasure. “Did you know I get paid for that now?”
“You’re a male prostitute?”
“Kinda yeah.” Joel smiled. “Just for one guy though. He is this real rich widow. Always wanted to fuck young men so now he has the money and the freedom to do so. I go over couple times a week. He has me suck him off usually but sometimes he bends me over his desk and slam fucks me. Even calls me his favorite fuck ever”
“how old is he?”
“Not sure in his sixties for sure. He was on city counsel for a while too. A real pillar of the community. Demands discretion.”
“Does Joy or Jilly know?”
“Joy no. Jilly, yes. She introduced us”
“Wow. You must really be good”
Joel shrugged. “Mom thinks I do odd jobs and errands for him. I guess I do. Except he pays me two thousand dollars a month.”
“Yes it is nice since I love fucking older men. He just happens to be almost three times my age.” Joel grabbed Davie and pulled him onto his back. “I’m gonna fuck you now K Davie”
Davie just nodded as Joel fingered lube into Davies anus. He leaned in and kissed him hard as he slowly penetrated his cousin. Causing Davie to arch his back and grip Joel at the shoulders.
“You don’t have to be so gentle Joel”
“I want to be though. I have wanted you for so long Davie. I want this to last.” Joel kissed at the nape of Davie’s neck and Davie squeezed his ass tight pulling him deeper inside.
Both boys kissing deeply now as they had slow and intensely intimate sex.
Neither had realized just how much they wanted each other. All those times at beaches and lakes watching each other. Davie had even masturbated to pictures of Joel as much as to that bikini photo of Jilly.
Davie pushed Joel off him onto his back and got on top. He had never been on top. He ran his hands over Joel’s shaved chest. Playing with his nipples and looking into each others eyes. Davie realized he was about to come again. No one had ever given him an anal orgasm but his talented cousin was rubbing his P spot perfectly. Soon Joel had a torso covered in Davie’s come. “Fuck Joel you are amazing.”
Joel grabbed his cousin and pulled him down so they could kiss. Their tongues probing each others mouth. Davie was about to sit back up when Joel wrapped his arms around him and held him tight as he filled Davie with spurt after spurt of semen.
Neither moved for a long time. Joel held Davie on top of him as they continued kissing. Their hands still explored each other. Playing with each other.
After an hour or so they went and showered together. Davie enjoyed washing another man in the shower as they made out more than they washed. It was clear Joel was ready for more and his erection had returned as big and rigid as before. Not bothering to get out of the shower he turned Davie and put him up against the wall. He slid his throbbing cock back into Davie and held him against the wall with one hand while gripping his hip with the other. He was faster and rougher this time. Panting like an animal. Davie loved it. Being forced up against the wall and fucked in a frenzy was hot. This is what he really liked. Hard, fast and intense sex. Where his lover was in an almost fever like state.
“Yes Joel. Fuck me. Harder. C’mon treat me like your sissy whore” Davie growled in encouragement. Joel was ramming him fast and furious. As the water ran off their naked bodies Joel filled Davie with come for the second time. Joel leaned forward his hands on Davie’s hips kissing his cousin along the neck and ear.
“Sleep in my bed Davie” Davie turned and kissed him. “Lets fuck again before we go to sleep.”
They got out of the shower and after toweling off a little they walked out of the bathroom holding hands. They kissed as they walked. They had been so into each other they had not heard that Jill had returned home.
“well hallo you two” She said cheerfully as she examined the two hung naked men in front of her. “wow that is a lot of swinging dick for a girl to behold. Wish someone had given me a good fuck like that tonight” It was clear they were loud enough in the shower that she could hear everything from down the hall. Another family trait Davie though. Loud passionate love making.
She herself was almost naked. She was only in a red and black sports bra with protruding nipples and black Brazillian panties tight enough to see the outline of her labia. Her long blond hair in a loose bun and her toned athletic body had a sheen to it like she was wearing tanning oil. Joel later told him it was probably massage oil as her coach rubs her down after a long training session. Then usually drops her at her boyfriends place so they can fuck and she can release more tension. Of course her boyfriend is his her trainers son. Joel suspected Jill might have something going with the coach‘s wife too.
“you two either get a room or put some clothes on” She teased before letting them know that a text from Joy had told her that Joy and Kate were still at their fathers and would be home very late.
The guys returned to Joel’s room and rubbed skin lotion into each other. Joel knelt in front of Davie and sucked him hard again. “You and I are so compatible sexually Davie. I want to be yours whenever you want”
Davie smiled and guided Joel back to his oral task. “MMM Joel. You continue sucking like that and I will give you whatever you want. Without hesitation”
Joel soon swallowed another large load and swallowed every drop. He then laid Joel on the bed and returned the favor. He slurped and sucked up all of Joel’s cum before the two of them crawled under the covers and snuggled into one another.
They continued to kiss and touch each other. Davie felt so right sleeping in another mans bed, there would be more men he knew.
Around one in the morning Joy and Kate came sneaking into the house. They both went into Joy’s bedroom and closed the door. Soon after they saw Jill sneaking down the hall and go into the Master Bedroom. For over an hour after moans, groans and sounds of orgasm could be heard from the room the three women were in. Everyone would be sleeping in, in the morning.
Joel fell asleep first. Leaving Davie to think about going over to Jill’s room. She was occupied and would not hear him, he could go in and try on some of her clothes. Maybe sleep in a nightie in her bed. Try on a bra or make up. He suspected that she would be spending the night in a king sized bed in the master suite with the other women of the family.
The continuation of Snow White, I write this story with intentions to appeal to all sexual orientations and kinks, some chapters you may love, others, you may not, but please enjoy and feel free to leave comments. This chapter contains MMMF sex.As I said in the beginning, this is no children’s story, hell, this is a hard story for me to tell, I think I’d take the death-like sleep over never cumming again… anyway, back to the tale!
Snow ran crying through the corridors of the castle, the wall sconces lighting the way. She had never felt so low, so helpless. For the first time, Snow had no self esteem. How could she fake orgasms, she had tried before and been caught immediately. It was so unfair!!
Snow took a left, then a right, her eyes blinded by tears of rage and absolute grief, her beautiful face streaked with tears and mascara.
Before Snow knew it, she was utterly lost, even having been raised in this castle her whole life, all 17 years of it, she had never been to the room she found herself in now. Someone used the room, that much was clear, there wasn’t a speck of dust in the room. The odd thing was, other than an ornately decorated mirror against the very back wall, there seemed to be nothing at all in the room.
Something about the mirror beckoned Snow to come closer, and as she did, she was shocked that it wasn’t her own reflection that she saw, but rather the image of a handsome dark skinned man. He had a short cropping of hair over his head and a dark, curly beard that came to a sharp point beneath his chin.
“Ahh, yes, Snow White, I surmise that you have come here seeking a way to end the curse your bitch of a step mother put on you?”
Snow was shocked when the mirror spoke, nearly jumping out of her thin court gown, causing it to rise up and show off her soaked undergarments.
“I…I, who are y-you? W-what are you?” She asked, confused and a bit afraid.
As soon as Snow was safely put of hearing range the king and queen began to laugh heartily. They had been planning a punishment for Snow for quite some time, after all, it was a poor princess who focused more on her own pleasure than that of a lover.
If Snow was the image of “innocent sexiness” the queen was the exact opposite, every fiber of her being oozed seductiveness. Standing at 5’8″ the queen had long, tanned legs leading up to an ample heart shaped ass, she kept her pussy trimmed down, a small triangle shaped landing patch on her mound, barely more than a soft fuzz. Her stomach was flat and well toned and her 34D cup breasts sat perky and firm. Smiling with her full lips and perfect white teeth showing the queen pulled her husband and brother closer, guiding a hand from each of them onto her ass. As soon as they touched her the three of them were naked.
“Its good to be the ‘evil witch’ queen” she said playfully before leaning to her husband and kissing him with heated passion, her tongue dancing a wild tango with his own.
While the queen was tall, the king stood taller still, he had shaggy brown hair, with very little grey showing and a brilliant beard that was often swooned over by the kitchen maids and the lessers of the court. He had a strong jaw line and as he kissed his Queen he gave her a quick, sharp slap on her perfect ass.
After a moment the queen turned her attention to her brother and laughed softly “You should’ve seen your face, you looked terrified!”
“That’s not funny Cordelia!” Her brother spat, only feigning anger.
“That’s evil Queen to you!” Cordelia said playfully before kissing him also, as she kissed him and sucked at the tip of his tongue her long slender fingers reached around both of their cocks and she was pleased to find them both hard and throbbing, she used her pointer finger to wipe a bead of precum from the slit of her husband cock and pulled from her bothers lips, seductively sucking her finger clean before them.
Tasting her husbands precum made the Queens nipples stiffen, her areola was small, about the size of a half dollar piece and her nipples were puffy and thick, like little pink marshmallows. The two men moved forward, each taking one of her nipples into their mouths sucking and biting softly, pulling as much of her tits as possible into their mouths and tugging at them. They began to push her back towards the conference table and soon pushed her down onto it, her legs hanging over it at the perfect angle off the corner of the table, spread open, displaying her pussy for them which glistened with anticipation in the rooms dim light.
Both men kissed down her body, each stopping at her hips, soft moans escaped her lips as they bit and teased at the skin there, her body writhed in pleasure and she began to tweak and tug at her nipples. She needed more, her engorged clit begged for attention, her body was burning with desire for her lovers.
“I am the Magic Mirror!” The man in the mirror said, as if the answer should be obvious to Snow. “And you are Snow White, you have come to seek my aid with your new affliction haven’t you?”
Snow looked bewildered and confused, how could a mirror help her with her “affliction”; to her, never being able to orgasm again was nearly as bad a a death sentence, she loved cumming!
“Please, please I will do anything!!” Snow pleaded, dropping to her knees. The mirror reflected to himself (pun intended) that Snow was the perfect picture of submission just as she was and he felt a stirring inside of him, her begging made her want to help her, but even more it made him wish he wasn’t trapped in a mirror because for the first time in a long time he felt his sexual urges stirring.
“Very well, I will help, under one condition.”
“Yes, anything!” Snow agreed.
“I will tell you where to go to find the cure for your calamity if you promise me that you will help me to regain my body so that I might show you the true meaning of pleasure!”
Snow stared back at the handsome dark skinned man and felt her nipples stiffen, what would he look like, as a whole man again, her thoughts ran wild and she could feel her pussy quivering with lustful anticipation. “As you wish.. just please, please free me from this affliction!”
“Very well, to the south, in the great forest bordering the plains you will find a mansion, inside of that mansion dwell “The Seven” and their leader. In order to break this curse you must visit these folk, do their bidding and win the attention of their leader, he alone will be able to help you. I must warn you though, if you embark on this journey with a closed mind, you will surely fail.”
The king and the queens brother each bit and kissed at the queens inner thighs, she felt for sure she would go crazy with the anticipation alone, her pussy literally soaking the map beneath her, her body writhing and contorting in sheer ecstacy. As soon as she felt the two familiar tongues on her outer lips she screamed out in passion, cumming hard and alerting the young guard outside who rushed in, eager to help the Queen.
The Queen made eye contact with the young, newly appointed knight and with a wave of her hand he was stark naked “Come to your Queen” she beckoned him, impressed by his cock, hanging heavy between his smooth legs. He approached slowly, seeing the Queen in such a compromising position had his flaccid cock hardening by the time he reached her, standing before her as she adjusted to hang her head backwards off of the table. “My throat is yours brave knight” She said in a sweet and sultry voice.
Soft, whimpering moans escaped the Queen’s mouth as she kept it open, her tongue out, waiting for the handsome young knight. Her husband and brother worked together at her dripping wet cunt, both so focused on her pleasure they barely paid attention when their tongues accidentally connected a few times. The king mashed his mouth against her pussy, opening her folds and easily finding her clit, flicking his tongue on it, swirling and zig zagging, sucking softly on it as the advisor lifted her up, his tongue probing for her asshole, teasing at the puckered skin, dipping in slightly before sliding back to her pussy and penetrating her fuck hole.
The young knight stared down at the Queen’s waiting mouth, his cock was impressive, long, thick and smooth shaven around it, his balls heavy, large globes beneath his impressive length. He pressed himself between the queens waiting lips, driving down slowly, his cock inching into her mouth, already he could feel spit dripping down, running down onto his balls and dripping on the Queen’s beautiful face. He leaned in, sucking and biting gently at her nipples, one, then the other as he began thrusting faster, his cock hitting the back of her throat, pulling back before driving deeper, pushing past her throat until his balls sat firm against her nose, cutting off her airway.
Just as she neared passing out from lack of oxygen another intense orgasm racked her body, wave after powerful wave sent her nearly convulsing in the pleasure, her husband focused at her clit, her brother tongue fucking her hole, the young knight buried down her throat.
The knight pulled back, allowing the Queen to breath, spit and precum dripped down her face as she gasped for air and coughed hard, riding out the last waves of her orgasm as she felt both her husband and brother move away, then the two of their cocks were rubbing along her pussy, heads pressed together, rubbing between her folds, and slowly together they began to push into her pussy, she felt so full she might rip as the two impressive cocks slowly inched into her, the king and the advisor moaning simultaneously. Another orgasm racked her body and she feared she might pass out from the mix of pain and pleasure.
The knight resumed his thrusting as the two cocks entered her cunt, almost fighting to see who could go deeper faster, the Queen had never felt so full and satisfied, now it was their turn. As the knight throat fucked her she sucked hard, wanting to milk him for every drop of his youthful cum, her hand reaching up to massage and gently tug at his nutsack.
The King and his advisor ravaged the Queen’s pussy, the king was thrusting hard and fast, the advisor just sitting deep inside of her, the friction of the two cocks and the way her pussy gripped them both was mesmerizing. Before long the king was on the edge of cumming, the whole experience was so exotic, so erotic, he pulled out, quickly grabbing a goblet with a bit of wine left in it and angling his cock into the cup, spurt after spurt of cum shot into the glass, his knees became weak, his moans echoed through the meeting hall as he rode out one of his most intense orgasms ever.
The Queen’s brother began fucking her wildly as soon as the king moved away, his balls loudly slapping against her ass, the table and map were soaked with the Queen’s cum and her wetness, he reached up pinching and tugging her nipples, feeling his balls growing heavy, filling with cum.
The young knight pulled from the queens throat, unable to wait any longer, grabbing the goblet from.the king he gave a loud, satisfied moan as he began cumming into the cup, his cock swelling, his balls bouncing with each shot of cum, he breathed hard and fast, spit still dripping from his now emptied balls, his cock throbbing from the intensity of it all.
The Queen’s brother had hoped to fill her cunt with cum but he knew that he must do as the king had, to fill such a large goblet with their cum would show respect and reverance for the Queen. He took the goblet from the young Knight and began to cum into it, marveling at the color of the cum mixing with the dark, sweet wine. As he finished he handed it to the Queen who was being helped to a sitting position by the King and the Knight.
The Queen grabbed the goblet eagerly and tilted her head back, mouth open and began to pour the cum into her mouth, dumping until it filled her mouth and began dripping from the sides, down her chest, onto her beautiful tits, along her flat stomach and down her slit between her open legs. She swallowed heavily, drinking up the cum, sweetened by the wine and wiped her mouth daintily with a cloth napkin she procured from thin air. “Thank you boys, my wrath has gone down quite a bit.” With that she hopped from the table and walked away to her chambers to shower, dripping cum onto the floor as she went, and leaving the three men spent, satisfied, and naked.
“I will return for you!” Snow promised the man in the mirror before kissing it and rushing to find her own chambers. She had a journey to embark on, and little did she know just how wild her life was about to become.
The first chapter of a several chapter story, please comment and rate, I’d love feedback alsoThis is the true accounting of the fairy tale of Snow White, it is not a cute and frilly story as some whistling mouse’s cartoon would lead you to believe, nor did it happen as long ago as the mouse told, in fact, it continues even now. I have travelled the world far and wide, separating fact from fiction, reality from fantasy, and learning the full truth among the lies. The truth is hard to bare, and your childhood may be ruined, but trust me, it’s much better to know the truth than to live in ignorance. I believe I will start this story as so many other fairy tales begin. “Once upon a time….”
The queen looked into the magic mirror smiling at the deep dark eyes staring back at her, glistening in the rooms light. “Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the sluttiest slut of all?”
The man in the mirror hesitated for a moment before answering, the queen held that sway over many people. “Y-your highness, if truth be told, it is Snow, even now she is participating in activities that far surpass your own slutty abilities!”
The queen was in a rage, her blood boiling, “WHERE IS SHE!?! TELL ME NOW!”
The mirror however had gone clear again, leaving just the queen, staring back at herself, her reflection a vision of pure hatred.
Snow twirled her hair in her fingers as she listened, bored, to her father and his top advisor speaking matters of kingdom security. Snow was beautiful, standing just over 5’3″ she had jet black hair, skin white as snow, lips red as rubies and all that other shit the fairy tales mention, but more than that she had beautiful, firm 32C cup breasts, her nipples pressing hard against the thin fabric of her court gown. The gown hugged her body tightly giving a perfect view of her round, tight ass.
Snow stood up from her seat and made her way towards her father and the advisor who were standing overtop of a map, debating heatedly. Swaying her hips as seductively as she could, she tweaked her nipples causing them to be fully visible and obvious to her father.
“Can you hurry along with this meeting father? What if the queen barged in, I will NOT be a happy princess if I don’t get exactly what you promised!” Her impatience was obvious and to make it more so she bent over in front of her father and the councilman, sliding her dress up, revealing her thighs, glimmering with wetness from her over eager pussy.
The advisor stuttered as he noticed the provocative position the princess had taken but tried to resume his focus on the discussion.
“If you truly must keep working then I’ll start with a warm-up” Snow said softly, sliding under the table she reached up with both hands, rubbing at her father’s crotch as well as the advisor, she loved sucking cock, she loved cum, everything about it had her hotter than the badlands to the south (which coincidentally was exactly the land being discussed.)
Snow began to unbutton the pants before her, expertly sliding them down, gasping as the advisors cock popped free, she had always thought her father was the biggest she had ever seen, but she was wrong. The advisors balls hung heavy beneath his thick cock and Snow was amazed at how the veins protruded from the length. When she gripped it she found her hand could barely fit around the girth. Slowly she began to stroke her father and the advisor, giggling as they began to stammer over words, she was surely distracting them from matters of grave importance, but she didn’t care, her pussy was tingling and she felt empty.
Tentatively Snow leaned in, licking the thick, swollen head of her father’s cock before turning and doing the same to the advisor. She was greedy though and within a few seconds she had the advisors cock as deep down her throat as she felt she could manage, spit bubbled up around the corners of her lips, stretched wide to accept the mighty girth. Just as she tried to pull back she heard a moan and the advisor thrusted forward, forcing himself deeper into her throat. With a mighty gag Snow pulled away, spit already dripping from her lips, a string of it connecting her mouth and the bulbous head of her cock. She reached down with the hand that wasn’t busy stroking her father and began softly rubbing at her clit, turning her attention to her father’s cock she easily deepthroated him, sticking out her soft pink tongue to tease at his balls, she knew he loved when she did that.
Snow began taking turns with the two cocks, each time she switched to the advisor he would fuck her throat, hard and fast, despite her eyes tearing up and mascara running down her pale face, she loved it. A familiar feeling began to fill her, little electric waves throughout her body, a wave of sensation rolled over her and she screamed out around the advisors cock as she came hard, pressing against her clit with skilled fingers. Snow hefted up the advisors cock, sucking on each of his balls, swirling her tongue around them.
The advisor began moaning as Snow sucked his large balls, and soon pulled back slightly, thrusting forward, emptying his cum into Snow’s throat, she reveled in the warm saltiness of it, careful not to waste a single drop, massaging at his balls then tugging on his impressive cock, milking him for all he had.
Panting, Snow pulled back. In her eagerness to please her father and his advisor she hadn’t realized how much of a mess she had become. Saliva soaked her thin court gown, making it see through, her stiff puffy nipples clearly visible. Gasping for air she crawled from under the table and stared up at the two men. “Please, I beg you, fuck me, use me like the slutty princess I am!”
The advisor, a tall, broad shoulder man, ruggedly handsome pulled Snow to her feet, emboldened by her begging, he spat at her face and gripped her bottom jaw roughly in his right hand while his left dove between her legs, two fingers teasing at the entrance of her slick cunt. “You wish to be fuc…”
The advisors words were cut off by a shrill scream. “Curse you Snow White, you filthy whore! Never again will you orgasm! Never again!”
The enraged queen was shaking from head to toe, staring at the king and his advisor, and despite her disgusted face she could feel her pussy quivering, dampening in desperation. She moved forward as the advisor dropped Snow to the ground who took off running from the room, a spit soaked mess.
The queen could feel the power flowing through her, her curse had indeed worked, how could it not have, after all, her powers surpassed even that of the magic mirror. “Now, time for a lesson, husband.” Then, turning to the advisor the queen scoffed. “And you, dearest brother, have you not yet learned of my wrath.”
This was previously published here by me, again rereleased for entertainment purposes. Sequel soon to follow.To my Rapists on 395,
I’m writing this down now while in the backseat of my car, right after you had left me bleeding against my tire. I want this event recorded from start to finish, while your fluids leak onto my leather seats and my hands can barely hold my phone as I’m shaking so badly. You may think I’m writing this down to send to the police, but I’m writing it for me, because you didn’t simply violate an unlucky woman today. Oh no, you raped, beat and spit on someone who lives for that kind of abuse. And I plan on using these written words to relive that experience over and over, with my fingers between my legs where your cocks had been not too long ago. Let’s get started then, shall we?
We’ll start off just as you came screeching into my life in that big blue Chevy Silverado. I had been cruising at my usual high speed, enjoying the crisp night air with the windows down and the music blasting. I always enjoyed riding with one foot up on the dash, knee leaning against the door. I had black leggings on and a low cut white shirt partially hidden under my black jacket. It was nippy out and I almost considered getting my scarf to cover up more but I was too into the flow and freedom of driving to care about a little chill.
No one was in front of me as I road alongside tractor trailer after tractor trailer. There were always more trucks at night, and they never stayed in the left lane for too long. I hadn’t heard that engine of yours on the other side of the truck I was passing and just as my nose bridged his cab was when the blue streak careened between his nose and the truck in front of him directly into my path. I had to swerve onto the shoulder, the rumble strips barely having enough time to shake my car as I tried hard to correct my suv back onto the road.
I was livid as your brake lights flashed a few times, your foot feathering them to taunt me. There are very few things that boil my blood as quickly as that little maneuver you pulled on me just then and there was no way in hell I was going to let you get away without knowing you’d pissed me off. Now you see, my car is a beautiful sleeper, a tuned wolf in sheep’s clothing if you will, and you were probably quite surprised when I caught up to your eight cylinder and kept pace.
You thought you were clever and tried to brake check me but I was ready and easily slipped into the next lane and zip around you. I brought myself parallel to your passenger window and wasted no time in flipping you and your friend off. Your face twisted in anger as your friend rolled down his window to spit some fire at me but I could not be bothered to stick around. With a chastising wave I stepped on the gas and cut you off just as we approached another wall of trucks, preventing you from forcing your way back in front.
I saw a sedan trying to get over into our lane and I could not think of a better opportunity to smoke you. After returning the favor of a brake check and getting you off of my bumper I launched forward while you dropped back, giving the sedan plenty of space to seal your fate with me laughing to celebrate my victory.
The adrenaline from fucking with you was channeled into my music as I sang and happily sped along. My favorite song came on just as I saw your headlights on, the top rack of lights on and I felt that rush again, absolutely ready for round two. Being in the lead paid off as I could see down the long hill we were atop of and at the bottom sat the lurking lights of an officer in the median between the two highways. This could not have been more perfect. I was absolutely ready to teach you a lesson that you wouldn’t soon forget.
I dropped back and waited mere seconds before you were glaring into my window riding next to me. The sneer on your face as you heard me rev my engine to give you the pretense that I was going to race you again had me mirroring my own. I gave my suv the slightest touch more of gas and you took that as the green flag.
Releasing my pedal and watching you speed off down the hill had me laughing in disbelief that it had actually worked. Your chevy rounded the bottom of the hill and the the moment the red and blue lights popped on I cheered. You must have been going over a hundred and I know for a fact that’s a hefty fine, among other things. Passing you was even better, as I could feel the hatred oozing from the cab of your truck as we locked eyes once more and I gave a playfully insulting peace sign before going on my merry way.
I had all but forgotten about you, your friend and your flashy truck by the time that I was ready to make a pitstop. I had already been in the car for a few hours at this point and only halfway through my drive. The surge of adrenaline leaving me had worn me out and I was in desperate need for a pickmeup. So I pulled in and saw that there was only a tractor trailer parked on the other side of the lot, otherwise it was barren.
This was a smaller rest stop, nothing fancy. A regular shop with snacks and food as well as restrooms that had doors to the outside. I didn’t think much of that little detail at the time and some very tender parts of me regret it now. I’m fingering one of those actually, and I have to admit that the little tears you made sting rather nicely. I’m getting away from myself here, back to the story.
After a much needed stretch outside my car I found myself the cup of coffee I had been wanting. I stayed inside the store for a few minutes, sipping and relaxing. I had looked at the offered snacks but none had struck my fancy. I got about halfway through my cup when I figured it was time to hit the road again.
Now, I’m going to be perfectly honest here. I do not know when you two managed to creep into the rest stop, nor if you had been hiding behind the trailer waiting while I was in the shop or if you had just pulled in and spotted me but I did not hear that engine of yours. So I do have to commend you for that. How you had managed to sneak up behind me on foot without me hearing that either still has me clueless but it was a matter of seconds between me having the bathroom door abreast and me being flung forward as one of you bastards shoulder checked me into the dark room.
I landed hard on the cement floor, crushing my coffee cup and causing it to splatter everywhere. The hot liquid burned my chest, transforming my initial grunt to turn into pained gasps. I rolled onto my back and elbows just as the light was switched on and I was blinded instantly. Slowly your two forms came into focus. One taller, leaner and paler while the other was more well built with some untamed scruff on his face. I knew that was you, driver. I could see in your eyes, that boiling anger sitting darkly just below the surface. I gulped hard and scooted back some on my hands and ass as your slender friend turned the deadbolt on the door. The solid click it made nearly made my stomach lurch.
The coffee stained my white shirt, as I hadn’t zippered up my jacket when I left the car. The dark liquid clung to my increasingly thumping chest and I felt both sets of eyes following their curves down and over the rest of my slightly shaking body. My mouth was dry as I stammered out an apology, that I was sorry for getting you caught.
“You hear that, Rowely? Little bitch says she’s sorry. Guess we’re done here, right?” Your friend said, rubbing his hands together in front of him with a sickening grin. You didn’t answer, instead you moved closer to me and crouched down way too close for my comfort and you said with a small growl in your voice, “Say it again.”
“I-I’m s-sorry, I sw-wear I am. Please let me go, I’ll pay for the ticket. It was m-my fault you got it.” I said, a lump heavy in my throat. I knew for a fact that you deserved the damn thing but in that moment I did not see many things going well for me. How right I was with that thought.
The silence that followed was dripping with tension onto the beating drum within my chest. You didn’t answer me, you only grinned just before back handing me across the face. The strike caught me off-guard and I cried out, shrinking back further from you until I hit the wall. That’s when I realized exactly how small the room was and that I had needed to get the fuck out of there in that moment.
My body had reacted before I had fully formulated a plan, my leg kicking out and nailing you square in the chest. The move surprised us both, sending you off balance and onto the floor as I scrambled to my feet. Your friend jumped forward for me as I tried to hop over your splayed legs to avoid him. You had recovered quicker than I expected and with an iron grasp you caught my ankle and yanked me down hard. I had twisted in the air and landed on my side harshly, yelping and rolling onto my back.
“Get ‘er Doug!’
He brought his knee down onto my stomach, knocking the air out of me with a wheezing gasp. My body tried to double over just as your knee came down hard on my shoulder, pinning me to the ground. While I was trying to regain my breath your hand came down sharply again as I cried out for you to stop.
That only brought another slap onto my other cheek, forcing my head the other way. Your friend, Doug, had his hands gripping at my breasts over my soiled t-shirt. My nails found his wrists and they bit in deep, trying to pull his hands off of me. Your knee on my shoulder limited my movement and I did the next best thing I could think of. I lashed out and my fist hit your friend below the belt. A colorful array of words vollied out of him as he fell back and I threw my weight away from you and managed to free myself once more.
On my hands and knees, panting, cheeks puffy and on the verge of tears I knew this was my chance. Digging my heels in I had made it passed you to the door. Panicked noises were escaping me as I fumbled with the deadlock. There was the tease of a click just as a fistful of my hair was taken and my forehead was slammed into the door.
I would have collapsed then if I wasn’t being held up by your body against mine and the vice grip on my hair. My head was reeling and I could feel the warmth of blood pooling on my eyebrow from where I hit the door. Then a hand grasped the top of my leggings and ripped them down along with my panties and exposed my ass. I pressed myself into the door and whimpered, begging for this to end, that I’d do anything for you to stop touching me.
My head was pulled back enough for my cheek to be forced into the door again. Now sufficiently dazed, it’s sort of hard to remember exactly what had happened here. I was jerked away from the door and sent stumbling across the room into Doug’s reach. He was still really pissed about the nut shot and I was unable to stop him from slapping me and yanking at my shirt.
My attempt to get away from him combined with my dizziness and my leggings around my knees gave him what he wanted and with a loud tear my shirt was hanging freely by my arms. You wolf whistled at that and a wave of shame swept through me. My cheeks which had dampened by my tears as the situation grew more helpless had heated through. You both laughed as I pulled my keys out of my jacket pocket and held them between my fingers, ready to attack.
The laughter made me question myself long enough for you to cross the room, deflect my strike and use the momentum against me to pin my arm behind my back. I was harshly met by the wall and I started begging as your knee widened my stance. No amount of squirming or writhing was able to dislodge your painful hold. I could hear you undo your belt and pants, my panic peaking as well as my pleas.
All of my movement ceased the moment your dark eyes were an inch from my fearful ones.
“You’re going to pay dearly, whore.” You whispered just before your broad tongue found my cheek and slowly licked upwards, collecting what freshly fallen tears were there. I was whimpering uncontrollably at that point.
The head of your cock probed between my cheeks as I tried to keep away from it in vain. My head was smacked against the wall again and I was quelled long enough for you to catch my rim.
I weakly let out “Please stop” which fell upon deaf ears as you pushed upward and inward. My body resisted your advance for as long as it could, the stain intensifying until it too gave into your desires. A flash of pain ripped through me as your cock split me open and sent me yelping and weeping into the wall.
My free hand clawed at the wall as you bottomed out too quickly, nails threatening to break on the unforgiving cement just as you started laying into me. It was difficult standing up on my own as you had spread my legs wide but every upward thrust guaranteed that I’d stay erect. I could bruises on my hips forming as well as you ground them into the wall.
I could feel the sweat on your forehead drip onto the side of my face as you pressed your head into mine. Your scruff scratched my ear as you filled it with your hot breath and I was both so repulsed and turned on because of it. The mixed feelings clouded my already fuzzy head, the jumbled mess occasionally being jarred and shaken by a suddenly harsh thrust into my ass.
The grip on my trapped wrist tightened and you twisted it up in between my shoulderblades to the point where I was gasping in agony. When I was convinced you were trying to snap my arm you pulled yourself out only to ram back up inside me, sending a shriek skyrocketing out of my pained core. What followed was a low, torturous moan. There was no denying my position at that point, and I was almost thankful that you had chosen to rape my ass. I was so wet that I could hear it every time your balls slapped my tratorious cunt.
I could see Doug out of the corner of my eye. His hand was on his own cock as he watched you using me. His eyes flickered between my contorted face and our hips. The thought of him spying my arousal brought fresh tears down my red face and I screwed my eyes shut in a futile attempt to keep them inside me. Even closed I could imagine his impatient smirk, knowing he was next in line to violate me. He was like a vulture waiting for his turn at the kill and by god did that thought neary send me over the edge. But I could not let that happen. There was no way I could live with myself if I gave you that after what you were already taking from me.
Your groan drowned out my whining until you grew tired of it and threatened to kill me if I didn’t shut up. The little gasp that left me was all that came from me unless you prodded a grunt out of me. The slapping sound of your hips against my ass was deafening in the small room and as it grew louder I knew you were almost done. In that moment, I was both thankful and worried about what would happen next.
Another grunt had you explode inside my ass, the feeling of your seed coating my insides had us both moaning. I felt like such a whore being unable to stop the sound and you took notice of the pleasure I had found in it and that ticked you off.
“You aren’t supposed to like this you stupid cunt” you chided as my wrist was released in favor of my hair as you withdrew from my aching hole.
I whimpered in protest that I didn’t like this, that I didn’t want this and hissed through my teeth as I was dragged over to the toilet. Doug had made a disgruntled noise while you forced me to my knees and kept my head dangerously close to the seat. My back was arched as my voice heightened, this was not looking good at all and I started pleading for you both to take what you wanted and to leave.
Your friend had wasted no time kicking my trembling legs apart. I could feel the cum leaking out of my asshole and onto my drenched lips as I heard Doug spit into his hand to lube himself. I lamented the fact that he’d find out very quickly there was no need for it.
“Christ, Rowely! You’re wrong, the bitch loves this!” He exclaimed as he pressed into my pussy. I groaned in shameful pleasure, his cock providing me with exactly what my body craved and what I didn’t want. There was no way for me to hide my face with your hand entwined in my hair. That didn’t matter though, as I suddenly found my face plunged into the bowel I was trapped against.
Unable to pull myself back up I flailed my arms, pushing at your chest, gripping at the porcelain, anything to surface. The mixture of revulsion and the burn within my lungs for air had me absolutely hysterical. There was a muffled exchange between you two and I felt my arms collected firmly behind me, and only when they were secured in Doug’s hands did you lift my head out of the toilet.
I wheezed and gasped, water dribbling down my face as your friend ground into me, forcing out any air I was able to swallow. You looked at me with such disdain before shoving my face back into the toilet, well before I had recovered from the first dip.
The little breath I held onto did not last long enough and bubbles floated to the top of the water as I couldn’t hold it in anymore. A harsh yank freed me from my watery demise, trying to simultaneously suck in air as I hacked out some water. With a cold laugh my head was pressed onto the toilet seat, ‘Nasty fucking whore” you spat as I gave a low, tortured moan. Doug’s shaft was relentless and the sound of how wet I was sickened me to the core.
I didn’t think it could get worse than that until I saw you guide your hand to your slowly stiffening cock. Shaking my head meant little as I tried croaking out “No”. There was no way I wanted your cock in my mouth after where it had been but that was the least of my concerns as a yellow stream started to trickle out of your head right before my wide eyes.
No amount of shrinking back helped nor was I able to pull away as you guided it ever closer to my face. The splashing of the piss echoed loudly until I felt it’s warmth splatter onto my cheek. I couldn’t stop the noise of disgust which opened the window for you to aim for my mouth. The vile taste had me sputtering, absolutely humiliated. The taste was almost as overpowering as the smell was and I could no longer tell which was which as Doug plowed into me, jerking my head just enough to drench my nose as well in piss.
Your friend released my arms in order to wrap around my heaving chest to get at my neglected breasts. The torrent of yellow was dying down as his dirty nails dug into my pale skin until I was yelping. I could feel the scratch marks trailing down to my nipples as my bra was pulled down enough so they popped out and swung freely with each thrust.
I whined loudly as I tried to pry his hands off of my chest. I could feel the traces of cuts as our hands grappled. I felt your hand release my head and I was brought back against his chest only to be repeatedly banged into the unforgiving porcelain. That pain quickly grew to be the greater demon as my hips were already bruising and my hands went to try to steady myself, nearly slipping from the piss and water on the seat.
He groaned a cuss word or three as he announced he was going to explode. The mixture of pain and pleasure was proving too toxic for me to withstand and I could feel myself about to careen into the same explosion he was.
As his thrusts grew shorter and deeper there was nothing I could do to stop myself. Each one tapped my cervix to the point where I was delirious from pleasure and was moaning like a two cent whore, my hips working in sync with his of their own accord.
“Look at that, Rowely, she’s fucking cumming on my cock what a filthy–” His words were taken from him as my pussy started clamping down around him and my body quaked against his. There was a new wave of tears in my eyes as I felt him grow ridgid against me and his shaft pulsating inside, spurting his load just as rapidly as my cunt milked him for it. I hated myself even more than they hated me in that moment.
He withdrew his sword from my pink sheath that still quivered with aftershocks, his hands leaving my mauled breasts in favor of my heaving shoulders for leverage. A swift knee between my legs ripped me from that orgasmic bliss and dropped me onto the floor with a shriek. Curling up defensively did little to stop you as you found my wallet in my dishevelled jacket after some patting around. You read my name and address aloud as Doug stood and fixed himself up.
“Just in case you get any stupid ideas about going to the cops. I’ll be sure to let the guys know where you live. Oh and, you’ll be paying for that ticket too.” You added as you pulled what cash I had out and counted it nonchalantly. “Doug, why don’t you help the little lady to her car?”
A kick to my ribs had me rolling away but not far or fast enough before your friend seized my arm and started dragging me to the door. The click of the deadbolt echoed mockingly over my whimpering. Out of the corner of my eye I saw you scoop up my keys and inspect them, the dark grin returning to your face face. I tried hard to swallow the lump in my throat, only just realizing what you had found.
The blast of cold night air had slapped me just as hard while I tried to scramble to my feet to stop Doug from hurting my arm. We crossed the lot quicker than I was able to keep up with and he tossed me against the side of my car like a bag of trash. I curled up again against the tire, wary eyes flickering between both of you, unsure of whether you were actually leaving me alone or not.
You sauntered up with that sneer and held up my keys to me. I could see in the lamplight my rape whistle catch and sparkle, the redness returning to my face and a small ache down below started again.
“I didn’t even see you reach for this once you fucking slut.”
The keys and my wallet were tossed onto my crumbled form as I let out a groan in protest, unable to admit that you were wrong. I turned my head into the pavement, covering my face and I heard you two debating on something before receiving two more harsh kicks, one was to my stomach again, the other between my legs and catching my soreness squarely with a steel toed boot. I almost retched there and started sobbing, the pain and shame of everything taking over as you both walked away towards your truck.
I had laid there for some time, crying and hurting and even more horny because of it. That’s when I had decided to write this out, and to share it with those who are twisted minded like myself to get off to. My fingers have been using your cum, Doug, to tease my bruised clit and to finger my bleeding asshole. It feels so fucking good, but not as goo—
The car door opened then and I nearly jumped out of my skin. My heart was in my throat, thudding away with my fingers stalled between my thighs. My leggings were still down around my knees, where they had been left since the beginning. Standing at my door now was a well built, cleancut man with a trucker hat on. He had a gleam in his eye as he soaked in my shocked visage. I wasn’t able to move as he smirked and spoke, his voice confident and cool which shook me right to the core.
“You look like you’ve had a traumatic night, well, it ain’t going to get any better. Get out here on your knees now or I’ll make you.”
I could barely imagine what I looked like at that moment. Hair dishevelled and matted, reeking of piss and cum, greedy fingers deep inside my stretched snatch, tear stained face glowing in the low light of my phone with my fearful eyes glued to the man before me commanding me to move. My gaze never left him as I put my phone down slowly and I removed my hand from my tender flesh. I crept forward on the seat, surely leaving a trail of sex on my backseat.
I sank to my knees, face upturned to his with a questioning look in my eyes. His hand came down swiftly, catching my bruised cheekbone with a yelp as fear returned to my expression.
“Do I need to spell it out for you, dumb cunt?” He sneered, raising his hand again to offer me another strike if I didn’t comply. My lips trembled a bit as I shook my head, my hands moving up to his belt buckle and clumsily undid it. The button and zipper came down next and I instinctively bit my lip as I pulled down his pants to reveal his barely hidden bulge. I peeled down his boxers to watch it spring out and a gasp escaped my lips.
I was aching again between my legs as my wet fingers wrapped around his shaft. He didn’t prod me, only watched as my tongue kissed his thick head and I let out a small moan. He chuckled at my sluttiness but I had much better things on my mind. My lips met my fingers as I stroked him. Tasting my cum, and the cum of my two rapists on him was shamefully exhilarating. That became clear as my enthusiasm grew and he had no issue commenting on it.
My hands moved down to the base of his shaft as my hunger grew with each inch that disappeared into my mouth. The trucker’s hands found the back of my head after a few minutes of letting me do as I pleased and I knew my time was up with the tightening hold on my hair. My fingers dropped down to my nub, which was freezing from being wet and exposed to the air, as he started to facefuck me.
He wasn’t gentle nor did he care if I had much of a chance to breathe. Gagging and sputtering whenever he was too deep, wheezing and gasping for air for when he pulled back to prepare to go back in deeper. The tears forced their way out of my tightly shut eyes, having difficulty with focusing past the pain and effort to keep breathing. Suddenly a crack across my stuffed cheek from the back of his hand shot my bleary eyes open and straight into his.
“Look at me while you finger yourself, slut. I know how much you’re enjoying this and what happened to you just before. So enjoy it openly and know that I’ll be taking the liberty of using your face as a napkin when I’m done with your throat.”
That had me moaning around his cock whenever I wasn’t choking on it. My fingers pinched and rolled my clit while my lustful eyes stayed fixed on his. He pulled my hair taunter and slapped me again and again until I was sobbing. My cheek burned as hot as a fire from his abuse and after a particularly nasty strike I found myself dazed and cumming hard.
With the orgasm taking over, I wasn’t able to stop him from hitting my head against the metal door as he used me. Sooner than I expected he pulled out, hand on his shaft and he shot his load all over my face. My mouth was open eagerly and he did not give me what I wanted. His cum leaked down my forehead and cheeks, burning the cuts that it came into contact with. When he finally let go of my hair I fell back against my car.
“Thank me for using you, depraved whore.”
He offered his cock to me once more and I breathlessly thanked him before licking what residual cum was left on it and cleaning him. That’s when I heard his camera shutter go off and I groaned in dismay. That feeling was short lived as he told me to make myself more presentable and I compiled without hesitation.
As he took several photos of me licking my fingers clean of cum and scooping it off my face I looked up and grinned as if I were high. In that heightened state, I offered him my cell phone number for if he were ever in the area again.
The laugh that erupted from him was so dismissive and degrading I wish I could have choked on my words just as I had his cock moments before.
“You’re more desperate than a drug-addicted lot lizard looking for her next fix.” Was all he said, his words smarting just as badly as his face slaps. He pocketed his phone and turned away without any indication that he had taken it. I stayed against my car for some time. Long enough for my euphoria to dissipate slightly and for a chill to return to my bones.
I was still halfway from home and I didn’t know when the adrenaline would leave me and sending me into a drop, so I did what I thought was best. I crawled back into my backseat, ass still exposed and I let the cold leather soothe my bruised hips. I made sure the car doors were unlocked as I tried to finish typing out my letter, only to pass out from exhaustion.
Previously published here by me. Please enjoy.He flickered his eyes down to his wrist and sighed with impatience. His other hand had been drumming on the table for some time now, disturbing what water was left in his glass with his agitation. She was supposed to have been here twenty minutes ago. His food had grown cold waiting, her salad left untouched. Andrew took his phone out and checked it again. Be there in 5 was her last message, with a smiley face after it. The smile made him growl as he brought his glass to his mouth.
She came waltzing up and gave him a rather quick kiss on the cheek, one that startled him and had him spill his drink onto his sky blue shirt, leaving dark splattered marks. His annoyance was clearly written on his face as she plopped down in her seat, picked up her fork and stabbed some leafy greens without so much as an apology for her tardiness.
His glare was finally met when she brought her the fork fork to her mouth and noisily chomped down on it. There was a smirk on her face that rubbed him the wrong way and it took a good deal of restraint on his part not to wipe it from her face right then and there at the restaurant. His voice took on a dangerous tone while he watched her disregard one of their oldest rules.
“Do you need a reminder of proper etiquette, Madison? Because your behavior has been appalling today already.”
To add insult to injury, she munched on her salad as she replied “Me? Nah, it isn’t my fault that you’ve got a stick up your bum today. Maybe you need some adjustments yourself, ey Drewy?”
Andrew bared his teeth at her and had a few bites of his cold sandwich. There was barely any time left for either of their lunch breaks but that didn’t seem to bother her any.
“Is that so? We’ll have to see about that tonight, won’t we?” He watched her take another bite. He eyed the plate and the delicate place it sat and waited for the right moment, still silently fuming at her obstinacy.
Madison simply shrugged at him and continued eating. She was quite pleased with how angry she had made him with such little effort. It created a small knot in her stomach, it was thrilling seeing the storm inside him and knowing full well that he could do nothing about it. The other half of that knot was the sense of foreboding that such taunting brings, and she could only hope to withstand the tsunami that would be his wrath later on. If only he knew then how badly she wanted to hurt that night, perhaps he would have done something preventative instead of fanning the flames.
As the waitress stood opposite their table to attend to another, Andrew quickly swiped at the napkin under the plate, upsetting it entirely and having it’s contents flung onto the floor and onto the back of the waitress’ legs.
Both women gasped in surprise while Andrew immediately chided “You clumsy girl, look what you did.”
He watched the heat rise in Madison’s face as she attempted to apologize to the waitress, the sudden move having thrown her from her course temporarily.
“Should I bring you another salad, Miss?” asked the waitress, clearly hiding behind her professional courtesy at this point.
“Oh, no thank you ma’am. We’re finished here. I’ll take a box and the check please.” Andrew waved Madison off with a dismissive hand, ignoring the dumbfounded look on her face. He watched as her jaw set and she pushed herself sharply away from the table.
He let her leave without saying goodbye, knowing that this was just another display of her defiance. He knew that with each exaggerated step that bounced her ass she had been silently wishing he’d snatched her wrist and bent her over his knee. She had been asking for it, practically screaming for it. And he had wanted to, making her asscheeks as red as her face had been. But no, he’d bide his time and see just how deep a grave she’d dig herself today.
Andrew stayed a few more moments after paying to calm himself. It would do him little good to give into her gibe while he still had the second half of his day to get through.
Back at work herself, Madison had been giddy at her desk. She had it in her head how the evening would play out, weighing all the options and she took joy in imagining exactly when and how he would wrest back the power she refused to give him. The wild daydreams had her squirming in her chair, movements that didn’t go unnoticed by her cubicle mate. They had made eye contact a few times during this time and it hatched another idea that she had trouble resisting. Madison flashed him an irresistible smile and winked as she sauntered her way to the bathroom, hearing his chair scrape against the ground had her secretly licking her lips.
Andrew’s phone buzzed on his desk and saw the small purple notification flash that provoked him slightly. He hadn’t spent much of the past two hours being productive, no, her show had been quite distracting and he was annoyed at her for doing just that. Every time he tasked himself with paperwork the white sheet would remind him of her fingers twisting in their sheets as he spanked her or of her own pale, creamy skin he loved to turn different shades of red.
That was the color he saw as he opened message that had an attachment following the text “Since you didn’t let me finish lunch…”. He had an inkling of an idea of what it would contain as he clicked in and the resulting stiffness in his pants confirmed his suspicions.
Madison was on her knees, blouse partly undone and she had cum oozing out of and around her mouth, dripping off of her chin. Her tongue was out as well, and the corners of her pink lips were turned up in a mischievous, slutty grin.
He couldn’t stop the groan that seeing his little whore presenting herself after being used brought. It must’ve been Walter’s cum, since he recognized her office’s bathroom stall. Madison had had him before but only whenever Andrew wanted her to. She had never gone and whored herself out on her own and it was driving him crazy in more ways than one as he stared at the photo. Oh how that little girl had hell to pay.
An hour left of work and the rush of sucking Walter’s cock without Andrew’s express permission having worn off had Madison growing increasingly worried. Andrew hadn’t responded at all, yet her phone indicated that he had both received and read her messages. Half a dozen times she had started to type out something new, an extra taunt, an apology, a nonchalant detail about her day. Anything to break this deafening silence that he left her in. Every time she got halfway through the message she’d erase it and put her phone down.
Had she pushed him too far? Was this an undercovered line that she had crossed? Madison shook her head, clearing the doubt from her mind. Andrew had thicker skin than that. He embodied confidence and it was his idea in the first place to mess around with her coworker. She had feigned being difficult before, pushing his buttons and bratting out but he was always able to set her straight and her resistances always crumbled. But not this time. Madison was determined not to give in, no matter what. She wanted to be broken, to be shattered. And that meant she couldn’t let the quiet before the storm be her undoing.
Andrew had trouble keeping his erection down as he switched off his car and approached their front door. He had been having trouble with that all day as a matter of fact and he couldn’t wait to fuck her bratty little brains out. That would only happen after she was battered, bruised and a crying, blubbering mess though. For half a second he considered what he would do if he opened the door to find her in her expected position; on her knees, naked with a chilled three fingers glass of his favorite whisky. If she had chickened out, if her bravado had failed her in the few hours between lunch and now. He’d still punish her, yes, he thought, but he’d be lenient.
The door swung open slowly on its hinges and despite his calm outer appearance he had held his breath in anticipation. His thought had been wrong, and that was delightfully irksome. The entranceway stood empty and void of his submissive doing what was required of her. He dropped his bag by the door. The battle of wills was about to begin.
Andrew heard his footsteps echo through the hallway and he liked that it announced his presence. This was his house, he was in control here, as he had been ever since they had signed their contract and she had given him that power. If she had the gall to challenge his authority he had no issue setting her straight. And there she was, her position actually catching him off guard ever so slightly. Madison’s feet were raised onto the counter, crossed over one another as she sat back on the barstool casually. In her hand was a clear drink with a rogue lime drifting around within a small icefield. She allowed him the briefest of smiles as she said “Welcome home, Drew.”
“Where’s my drink?” He asked cooly, knowing the answer before she spoke.
His gaze was piercing, and Madison shifted quietly in her seat, meeting it as best as she could. She hoped that he couldn’t hear her heart racing inside of her chest and that there wasn’t a tremor in her voice. She decided to keep it short. “It’s in the bottle. You remember how to pour one, right?”
He mentally noted the slight shake in her hand as she casually sipped her drink, peering at him from over her glass. He kept a straight face but internally grinned; without the armor of being in public or hiding behind a wall of text she knew she was vulnerable. Andrew turned away from her to let himself finally smile, knowing how he’d be exploiting every crevice of that vulnerability. That smile, however, turned into a scowl when he made it to the sink and saw the pile of ice slowly melting inside it. He knew it wasn’t worth looking in the freezer for more as Madison made the ice within her glass clink obnoxiously.
Andrew gritted his teeth before turning back to her. “It isn’t going to make itself, you know.”
She continued to sip her drink and shrugged, agreeing with a smirk “No, it isn’t.”
Her eyes followed him as he slowly rounded the corner. She felt all of her muscles tense at once and she willed them to relax as he drew nearer. Andrew stopped mere inches from her, his height forcing her to tilt her head upward to maintain eye contact. The clinking in the glass had quieted as she had put it on the counter, having noticed her hand was betraying her.
He brought his hand up to her face and she flinched instinctively, expecting a harsh slap. Instead, his fingers lightly brushed some hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. Normally this would be disarming but Madison could see the flames dancing behind his eyes. In that moment, he terrified her with that gentle gesture.
“Make my drink, Maddie. Now.” His voice was chilling, the opposite feeling of his fingers, which hovered by her ear, softly stroking the side of her head.
“No.” Madison had steeled herself all day for this and she was not going to let him win this easily.
“I didn’t quite catch that Madison, try again.”
“N-no Drew. Make your ow—aaahh!” He had allowed her that much time to speak before his hand snaked behind her head and grasped a fistful of her hair and yanking downwards in the same motion. She shrieked as she fell from the barstool and barely caught herself on her knees. Andrew walked back around the counter to where the whisky bottle sat, not paying the slightest bit of attention to Madison’s hissing and complaining as he dragged her along.
He lifted her head up enough to allow her to stand on her feet and then threw her against the counter, pinning her against it with his hips. He knew she could feel his hardon pressed between her cheeks and he didn’t have to see her face to know it had an effect on her.
“Make the drink, Madison.” He growled into her ear and he savored the shiver that ran down her spine. Andrew watched as her trembling hand grasped the neck of the bottle, his own still fully entrenched in her hair. He kept it taut and smiled as she whimpered. That made his cock twitch.
She tipped the bottle towards the glass, some spilling out on the counter before her aim improved. When it was three fingers tall she hesitated, allowing some more to flow into the cup. Andrew yanked her hair to snap her back to her task and with a yelp she dropped the bottle onto the counter, the glass wobbling before settling.
“Now hand me my drink, slut.” He commanded without removing his hand. She took the almost full glass in her left hand and made a show of handing it over her shoulder to his free hand just before tipping it sharply and splashing every last drop onto Andrew.
The shock from the splash was enough to loosen his grip and with a backwards thrust Madison managed to free herself from between a rock and a hard place. That freedom was short lived as he lashed out, grabbing her upper arm to the point where she knew it’d bruise and he tore her down to the floor.
The side of his face dripped whisky and his blue shirt reeked of the stuff. Her hands tried to pry at his grip on her arm but they changed their target as soon as his other found her throat. Madison’s eyes grew wide and she gasped as he glared down at her, absolutely seething.
“You fucking brat. How much did you think you’d get away with today, huh? What were you thinking while you defied me continually?” He put pressure on her throat, cutting off her air. He growled moving closer to her face and he whispered, “I’ll fucking tell you: nothing. Because you’re incapable of thought and understanding that your actions have consequences. And you have completely fucked yourself over, brat.”
When he saw her color change and her gasps becoming more frantic he let up enough for her to rasp out, “fuck you and what you ‘know’”. Andrew bared his teeth and tossed her onto her stomach, bringing his knee down on the small of her back and trapping her there. She struggled under him as he reached up and into the sink, grabbing a fistful of ice and twisting back to rip the top of her leggings up and depositing it under her panties. He had heard some of the stitching tear after he had released the band and it didn’t quite snap back as it should have.
“Andrew!! Get off of me!” she yelled and writhed, trying to upset him. Having one foot firmly on the ground, that was unlikely. He took hold of the bottle of whisky and found her hair again, keeping her pinned to the wet spot on the floor. The ice burned as it slowly melted against the heat of her core, sending prickles into her skin and tender flesh as it soaked her pants.
She started sputtering as soon as he tipped the bottle over her face, letting the amber liquid splatter on her nose, cheek and mouth. The smell was overwhelming and some got into her nose, making her cough worse. When he put the bottle back onto the counter, Madison was laying face down in a considerable puddle of the stuff and was still gagging. He reached back and pressed his fingers through the thin fabric of her pants in hopes of pushing some ice between her folds, which felt like they were on fire.
“You’re disgusting, you know that? You’re wetter than you’ve been in a year and it isn’t because of my drink. Does fucking around with your coworker behind my back excite you that much?”
When she opened her mouth to protest he shoved her lips into the puddle, forcing her to choke some down. When he yanked her head back up she let out a strained groan and shook her head. His probing fingers stroked her hidden lips, the ice having chilled his fingertips he could only imagine how cold she felt and it delighted him to no end.
Madison could feel the alcohol having some effect on her and she knew that that wasn’t good. She needed to be sharp, because he was always sharper and always frustratingly a step ahead of her. Sharp.. it annoyed her that the answer to her dilemma took so long to get to her. While his hands both held and violated her she dared glance at the counter. If she could reach just a tad past where she could see she had a chance. She stifled a moan as he pinched her frozen little nub between her his nails. She pleaded weakly, as if he had broken her already. The look of disappointment on his face was one she cherished. For once, she might’ve just outmaneuvered this man.
“S-sir, I’m s-sorry I was a brat.” she whimpered, looking up at him with doe eyes. His were still aflame as his fingers scratched at her lips, making her body twitch in response.
Madison waited with bated breath for his grip to loosen from her hair, and it did as it trailed down her spine to her pants, pulling them down to her thighs to reveal her wet, discolored panties. They were nearly translucent now and he was occupied with her cameltoe as he said with an air of certainty “You’ve yet to pay for your transgressions, slut. Save your apologies for after I’m done with you.”
As soon as she heard him trail off she shoved herself upward, lunging straight up and reached onto the counter for a handle of any sort. Once her fingers brushed one she latched on and pulled it out, the metal making a sound as the knife was drawn from its resting place. Andrew cursed in surprise as Madison held it against her chest, business end pointed at him. She hadn’t accounted for her pants being partly pulled down and she stumbled backwards out of the kitchen and into the hall, scrambling to her feet.
It started as a low chuckle, one that rumbled and grew in depth as Andrew rose and followed her shrinking form to the bedroom. The laughter shook her to the core as she threatened him with the knife. His hand was on his belt buckle, slowly unclasping it as he stalked her and making sure she heard every loop the leather was pulled through.
“Why? So you can dry up like the desert? So you can go back to being a whore and doing whatever the fuck you want?” he doubled the belt over and snapped it together, the crack making her jump and nearly fall onto the bed. The knife shook in her hand as he advanced. The bulge in his pants had resurfaced as he knew exactly how this would pan out and he liked the idea of using her tears as lube for when he took her.
He didn’t stop once he got to arms distance. No, Andrew only stopped when the blade indented his shirt as he looked down at her disheveled figure. She hadn’t managed to either take her pants off fully or pull them back up during her short flight and if he had any pity in him it would have been then that he gave it to her. But he had none to give that day.
He snatched her wrist and twisted it backwards painfully, his larger hand keeping the knife firmly in her hand. Madison gasped and tried to pull away but she froze the moment the tip of the blade touched her navel. Her eyes dropped to where the metal hugged the cloth of her shirt.
He started to sing while tugging it upwards, his voice dark and melodic, “The itsy bitsy brat crawled up to bitch and pout..” He let the tip trail up her stomach as the shirt gathered and resisted before succumbing to the sharp knife.
“Down came the pain to beat the brat out…” Madison’s knees grew weak as they both watched and listened to the fibers of her shirt tear until a final flick of both of their wrists cut the collar of it off, exposing her bra-clad chest.
He eyed her like one would meat as he continued, “Out came the belt and the bitch cried in vain”. He brought the knife to the center of her bra, and cut through it as he whispered the last line “And the itsy bitsy brat couldn’t walk again..” before pushing her down onto the bed and immediately bringing his belt down across her thighs forcing a frightful yelp from her.
He swung higher and let the leather bite into her chest, clipping one of her nipples and producing another cry from her. She covered her chest with her arms, blocking the next lash and taking it on her elbow instead.
“Y-you’re weak, Andrew!” she spat out at him, her voice quivering. She saw his anger flair up and felt his nails nearly break the skin on her knee as he pried her legs open. His muscles strained to hold her leg awry as he swiped the belt in between her legs, aiming for her pink center. Madison shrieked when it collided on her inner thigh, the stinging sharp and it hurt whenever she struggled to close her legs. They battled like this for some time, Madison receiving six or seven lashes to her inner thighs and some to her pussy. Seeing the red belt marks run across her pale leg only to disappear under her panties made his cock ache.
The next blow landed too high and Madison had wriggled out of his hold, clamping her thighs on the belt and grasping at it with her hands. She was panting heavily, her brow creased with sweat from both pain and effort. She glared at him over her knees that sat high on her heaving chest. He tugged and jerked on the belt to no avail and growled at her. His eyes flickered lower and the grimace grew in wickedness as he knew how to turn the tables again.
“You think I’m weak? Let me show you something slut.”
He kept his hold on the belt and using a finger he shoved the thin dripping cloth aside in order to expose her two holes. Her pussy was a dark shade of pink, she was so incredibly wet her belt marked lips shimmered and even had some juices kissing her tight winking starfish. Andrew licked his lips, he wanted more than anything to shove his fingers in there and to make her scream but good things came to those who waited. Besides, he wanted that to hurt as much as possible, but pain wasn’t the goal here. The slick sound that filled the air as his three fingers entered her snatch brought a wave of shame over her just as he had hoped. She couldn’t hold the pleasured groan as he fingered her g spot harshly.
When Andrew pressed his thumb into her clit he leaned down he sneered at her, his words stinging just as sharp as the leather had, “I’m not the one moaning like a two cent whore, quivering around my fingers ready to burst at a moment’s notice. I bet if I told you to cum now, you’d break, wouldn’t you, Maddie? You’d lie on your back like you are now and you’d cream all over my hand and I would win. You want me to win, don’t you? You always do.”
Madison had been fighting her urges to moan, to beg, to give him what he wanted. She hated him in that moment, his smugness clear in his voice and in each thrust. He was right and they both knew it. Her submissive nature screamed at her to submit to him and yet just as loudly her pride wouldn’t let her. She was so focused on her internal struggle that the grip on the belt loosened and her lips parted in an exasperated sigh as it slipped through her fingers and over her occupied cunt. Andrew grinned and withdrew his hand, slapping her pussy hard and making her jump from shock with the sudden transition from pleasure to pain.
“There… doesn’t it feel good to give up control, slut?”
With his small victory fueling him, Andrew dug his fingers into her hip and rolled her onto her knees, the belt finding her covered ass immediately. He gripped the top of her panties and pulled them tight enough to wedge them between her cheeks as he rained hellfire upon her right cheek. She bucked, squirmed and yelled as he struck her time and time again, enough that he lost track himself. The thin cloth that was stuck deep in her folds had her in tears, the pressure on her belted pussy alongside the spanking was proving too much. The friction on her clit wasn’t helping her case either and her mind was growing fuzzy.
When welts began to appear on her red and purple cheek he yanked the cloth harder, dropping the belt and reaching for the knife. He was panting slightly from effort as she wailed into the bed.
“I think I’ve earned a reward, don’t you, brat?” he asked, unzipping and finally freeing his cock. He cut her panties from where they were caught in her crotch and Madison pleaded with him to be careful. Andrew recalled his earlier thought and switched tools so he could loop the belt around her neck. Pulling it tight and forcing her to arch her back upwards, he slapped her tear stained cheek as he barked “I asked you a goddamn question!”
“F-fuck you…” She squeaked out of her fear constricted throat. The slap was followed by another and another, renewing a fresh wave of sobs from her. Andrew brought his hand down to his throbbing shaft and rubbed her tears onto his head. He then backhanded her welted asscheek and she shrieked.
That shriek didn’t compare to the shrill noise that erupted from her as Andrew barely took the time to spread her cheeks before plummeting himself balls deep in her asshole, breaking past her rim without a care for her welfare. He grimaced as it hurt him to a degree as well but feeling her cavern writhe and clench around him that pain was soon forgotten.
The grip on the belt tightened and brought her back up against his chest. She tried to protest but started choking as his pussy drenched fingers found their way into her mouth, pulling her onto his shaft as he fucked her fast and hard while her body did what it could to adjust to his assault. Madison groaned with delirious pain, she felt herself slipping and she feared that if he forced an orgasm out of her she wouldn’t be able to fight anymore. After everything that had happened already, she felt like a ticking time bomb whose fuse was already lit.
He groaned himself, she had had him on edge all day and he was finally able to extract pleasure from his teasing little bitch. He released her from the degrading fishhook and shoved her shoulders down, forcing her to catch herself on her hands to prevent the belt from choking her too much.
“It feels good, right? Being put in your place and being used like you were meant to be? You crave this abuse, my slutty little Maddie. You’ve asked for it all day. Well. Here. It. Is.” the last four words were accompanied not only by vigorous thrusts into her bleeding hole, but with four harsh slaps onto her welts, making her cry out with each one.
Madison so desperately wanted to drop her head into the bed and give in to the pained pleasure. That combination was almost as toxic as his words seeping into her ears and she struggled to focus on how to free herself. She looked over her shoulder and watched as he fucked her in a frenzy finally released after being pent up for so long. Her body ached at her and it was almost a blessing that she felt the belt loosen around her neck as Andrew’s hand abandoned it in favor of her other hip. That meant that she had a better chance of escaping but now he was able to really dig into her and she was crying from pain more often than simply breathing.
His thrusts grew more jagged and Madison knew that this was her only shot at getting away. She felt him tense up, lost in his favorite hole of hers and she did the first thing that came to mind. She wrapped her legs around him and threw all of her weight towards the end of the bed. Andrew slipped out of her with an angered cry as his momentum was lost and so was his prey. She collapsed atop of him in the briefest of moments before sprinting into the bathroom, discarding the belt along the way.
Madison hadn’t thought this through completely. She knew there was a door in there that could potentially be slammed on his face as he pursued her but this was also the end of the road. There was no way out except back into the wolves’ den. She fell onto the floor and dragged herself towards the tub. She was crying again, and shaking as she did. When she looked up Andrew was towering in the doorway, the slightest hint of red on his shaft. When a bright droplet dripped off his head and splattered on the white tile, it took her heart with it.
“You still haven’t gotten it through your thick skull yet, have you? You can never win here. You will never win here, brat. I own you. Your thoughts, your body, your will. It’s all mine, and I’ll break you as much as I fucking have to to show you that.”
Andrew lept for her and did what she hadn’t anticipated, he grabbed her leggings and twisted them to prevent them from falling off as he dragged her towards him on her knees. Madison’s nails helplessly scratched the tiles for something to hold to no avail. She heard him open the cabinet and make a clicking noise with his tongue, as if he was ***********ing a mid afternoon snack instead of an instrument of torture.
“OooOoh look at this! You know, slut, if I haven’t had already opened up your tight little asshole, I’d imagine this would be really fucking painful. I bet it will hurt anyway. Rate it on a scale of one to ten, yeah?”
On the word “ten” he had pushed the cylindrical tip into the small gape he had made and shoved it in unceremoniously. It was in the silence after inserting the curling iron that he heard every disobedient, bratty bone in her breaking. Madison’s heart seized in her chest as she looked over her shoulder and the sobs died in her throat. Andrew’s attention wasn’t on the sodomy he was committing, it was on the plug of which he inserted in the wall after locking eyes with her and grinning wickedly. The clicking of the switch on the iron immediately shifted her demeanor from her disobedience to scared and cowering mouse seized in the jaws of her predator. He had finally broken her.
She shrieked his name and tried to pull the curling iron out of her but his grip on the handle was much firmer than any she could manage. He mockingly thanked her for helping push it deeper inside of her.
“It’s only a matter of time before we sear your fuckhole shut, slut. Then what good would you be to me? Can you answer me that, brat?’
Her lamenting was music to his ears. She hadn’t seen him trip the safety gci before he plugged it in and he was almost certain she was going to pee herself. He dragged her closer still and lined his cock up to her abused pink snatch. He thrust himself inside and she quivered around his shaft delightfully. She was crying and pleading for him to pull it out of her.
“Shut up cunt. I need to get off quick or I’ll burn myself. Wouldn’t want that, would we?” He began thrusting himself in tandem with the curling iron into the sobbing mess of a girl. Her head had fallen onto the floor, accepting her fate and giving up all hope of changing it. Seeing her so defeated turned Andrew on so much that with a few short thrusts and grunts he came deep inside her pussy.
When he withdrew his shaft he also pulled out the curling iron and slapped her purple cheek with it.
He ordered shortly “Get the fuck in the bathtub and don’t fucking think of moving.’ As she scurried to obey he flipped the switch on the wall and rested the curling iron on it’s stand. He left the room and her shivering and sobbing quietly to herself.
Madison was reduced to hiccups by the time he returned. Andrew had a pair of cuffs and had no trouble cuffing her to the pipe in the shower. She whimpered an apology for her behavior and he laughed at her, the noise stinging her being.
“It was way too late for apologies, slut. So now, you’ll stay here and be nothing more than a fixture in the bathroom. Well, I guess you are a little more than that. Here, I got something else for you. Spread your legs, cunt.’
She did as she was told, her thighs shaking slightly as they revealed her pussy, cum oozing slowly out of it. He took a box from the counter and dumped it’s its contents between her legs, the remains of her salad littering her body and the tub below it.
“Silly me, I forgot to pack the dressing. No matter. I’ve got something fresher.” Andrew had his shaft back in his hand and he toyed with it a bit before a yellow stream poured out of him and onto her stomach. Madison groaned with humiliation as he lowered his aim to dampen her cunt further and to coat some of the greens on her.
Madison was crying again from shame as he crouched down and took one soaked leaf, dipped it in her pussy to extract some cum and he shoved it into her mouth. She gagged on the repulsive flavor but swallowed it and croaked out a thank you sir.
“You will be staying here tonight, Madison. To think about what you’ve done today and for me to use whenever I need a cumrag or a toilet. Because that is all you are.” Andrew didn’t look at her as he flicked his fingers towards the curling iron, some liquid striking it and creating steam that made her cower into the tub further.
He shut the light off and left her in the darkness. She sat there sniffling and whimpering, doing what she could to wrap her chained arms around herself. She shivered and released the occasional lamented moan. Madison felt cold and yet on fire all at once. Inside, she tormented herself, her shattered psyche taking just as much of a beating as her body had. It pained her that she had been this disobedient, that she had fought him that much.
The two times she had cried herself to sleep he had woken her up with either another torrent of piss or he pulled her up and over the side of the tub to fuck her ass again, leaving a large load inside of it. When he had woken her with his wet stream, he had aimed for her face and startled her awake. The look of disappointment on his crushed what was left of her and before he had finished peeing her sobbing apologies had started and had accompanied him out the door. He hadn’t said a single word to her but that look he had given her haunted her well into her fitful slumber.
The second time, after he had cum inside of her asshole he had decided to remind her of why she was being punished, for each rule she broke and for each atrocity she had committed. He had then spanked her left cheek with his hand until he was ready for round three and he emptied what was left in his balls down her throat. By then Madison had no more tears to cry and her mind was numb.
Andrew hasn’t slept a wink, listening to her every sound in the bathroom when he heard her cry out their safeword sometime after 4am. He rushed to her side with the key in the lock to her cuffs. He softly reassured her that he was there for her as he climbed into the tub and held her.
Andrew turned on the water to warm her as he stroked her matted hair and kissed her head. She cried into his chest as he gently lathered soap on her back and washed her of filth and grime. Andrew spoke to her soothingly, telling her he was proud that she had fought so well and that she held out for so long, that she had surprised him with her tenacity. He added in that that was one of the things he admired about her, and that he was certain that she would think twice about the lessons she had learned today. When her sniffling had subsided, he cupped her chin and lifted her head towards his and he whispered “You’ll be my good girl from now on?”
“Y-yes Sir,” she said with a broken smile, quite possibly the most beautiful one he had seen adorn her face. He kissed her forehead again and kept her close for the rest of the night.
Its tale of two sisters where the Elder one gets married to a rich family, the younger sister catches her redhanded with her servant,but the reason is deeper than that…“Aaahhhhhhhh…aahhh… faster… faster.”
The ancestral house of Balwant Thakur, the sarpanch(Sheriff) of the village, was empty, but there were sounds coming from the storeroom. Anupriya’s naked ass was on one of the wheat sacks. Her legs were locked onto the thighs of Dhondu who was showing no mercy as he was pounding her as hard as he could.
“Oh god… Four days is like four years… ahh… suck my boobs, drink the milk… it’s tough to drain it myself.” Anupriya moaned.
Dhondu immediately started sucking out the warm sweet breast milk. Although, Anupriya’s son Aaditya was weaned off six months ago, she was still secreting milk for Dhondu to feast on and she had to drain it during her bath if he couldn’t suck it dry.
“WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING HERE?”
A voice totally shocked them and drained all the blood from their respective bodies. It was Anulekha, Anupriya’s eighteen year old sister standing in the door of the storeroom with her eyes bloodshot in anger.
She had come to stay with her sister during college vacation four days ago. She never missed going to the Shiva Temple every Friday. Anupriya faked back pain so she decided to go alone, but halfway there it started raining so she came back to take an umbrella. She found the house empty and then heard the guttural moans of her sister coming from the storeroom. She decided to investigate and got the shock of her life.
Her sister, the daughter-in-law of the Sarpanch Balwant Thakur, the most famous person in the nearby 16 villages, was fucking her lowly servant. Anupriya weakly called out to her to stop but by that time, Anulekha had already run off from the house.
Anulekha waited for Thakur ji to come back home and then returned. Anupriya silently begged her after dinner to hear her but Anulekha refused to listen and threatened to expose them which made Anupriya stop.
Anulekha couldn’t sleep that night.
How come her sister who she idolized since childhood could do this?
Mahesh Thakur married her just for her beauty even though their family was dirt poor. Their family is helping her to go to college which would have been an unfulfilled dream otherwise. Yes, Mahesh ji goes for days regarding their granite business, but that doesn’t mean she should jump at the first cock she finds.
Dhondu… even his name sounded funny. While her sister looked like a movie heroine and was very popular in her village, he looked like one of the perverts who got beaten by the hero in the old movies. What did she really see in him? He was in his mid 40s too. Was she coerced or blackmailed? But the passion she saw in Anupriya made her think otherwise.
Next day during breakfast, she told Thakur ji that she wanted to go home. Thakur was surprised, but she insisted that she was homesick. Anulekha’s village was even more remote than Thakur’s and they had just 2 buses, one in the morning and other in the evening. The morning one had already left while the evening one was so jam-packed that no woman would travel unless she had absolutely no choice.
Mahesh had already taken one car while Thakur ji needed the other one for the upcoming village inspector meeting.
There was a shortcut between villages which was accessible by foot or bicycle, so Thakur ordered Dhondu to take her. Anulekha protested but he insisted that it was for her safety. Anulekha stopped herself from telling Thakur that he was sending a wolf to protect the sheep.
Despite a protesting Anupriya, Anulekha packed her bag and then sat in the carrier of the bicycle instead of sitting on the handlebar. Dhondu started cycling. Once he reached out of earshot of the house, he tried to explain.
“Shut up Dhondu” interrupted Anulekha, “Don’t think I forgave you. The only reason I didn’t tell Thakur ji was because my sister’s life will be affected. But I won’t leave you. If you try to talk now or if you ever touch my sister in the future, I’ll complain to Thakurji that I left suddenly because you touched me inappropriately while I slept. I’m ready to do this for my sister whom you have blackmailed somehow. Stay away from her.”
She had rehearsed this *********** overnight and wanted to instill fear in him. Dhondu kept quiet and continued cycling. They soon left the village and came into a forested area, which is why it was avoided during night times.
They came across a small waterfall only ten feet tall which led to a small stream. The water was waist high and they had put big boulders for people to skip and cross.
They both got off the bicycle and Dhondu lifted it up his head and moving swiftly, he skipped over the boulders and was at the other end. He put the bicycle down and went back to hold her hand to help her across.
“Get lost, Dhondu,” sneered Anulekha, “Do you think I’m a baby that I can’t cross these stones myself? I’ll never let those filthy hands touch me.”
She jumped, but her legs slipped on the boulder, and she fell down in the stream. Her bag also fell in. She got completely drenched and had no choice than to hold Dhondu’s hand to come up. Dhondu recovered the luggage bag.
“Are you hurt?” he asked handing over the bag. Anulekha shook her head.
“Do you have any other dress?” He asked and then Anu looked at her chest. The pink salwar kameez was totally sticking to her skin and became transparent showing her black bra prominently.
“Yes, but they are wet too,” she cried.
“Ok then, go behind that tree and use my dhoti like a towel and give me your dress. I’ll wash the dress and it will be dry in an hour. I’ll guard you till then and I promise I won’t try anything.” He said.
Anulekha wanted to argue but she found no other choice. So she went behind the large tree and wrapped the dhoti around her chest where it covered her sensitive areas. She stripped her dress and gave it to Dhondu. Dhondu insisted she give him her bra and panties as well so that it wouldn’t look odd with wet underwear making her dress transparent again. Anulekha realised he had a point and removed her undergarments and gave them to him.
Dhondu went to the stream and washed the dress and put the clothes against the neat stones. He also kept small stones on top to avoid them from flying away in the wind.
She then saw him come close to the tree and then he started walking with his eyes closed towards her. Anulekha wanted to protest but realised that she had nowhere to run. Dhondu sat on the floor and asked Anulekha to sit behind him so that he wouldn’t look.
“Look, miss,” He started, “What I’m going to tell you next… I just want you to listen with no interruptions. Once I’m finished, you can do what you want. I promise you that if you want, I’ll give an excuse of going to Kasi for religious pilgrimage to Thakurji and I’ll never come back if you agree to hear.
Also I’m going to tell secrets which are so powerful that I could be killed if they know I told you.”
Anulekha was totally flabbergasted. Was he just bluffing or was it that bad? Anyway, they had to be there for at least an hour. The least she could do was listen to it. She came and sat behind him so that their backs were almost touching.
Dhondu began his story:
“My real name is Dharmendra Kumar after that the great actor but no one calls me that as it’s not a good name for a servant. I lost both my parents by the age of 5 and was sent to my uncle’s home. But he too was very poor. So he ‘sold’ me to be the servant of Thakur ji which was actually a blessing in disguise. They made me work hard but still treated me very well.
Then Balwant ji got married and bhabhiji looked after me like a real brother. Then Mahesh was born and I felt so happy. When I was 25, they found an orphan girl for me to marry. Life was so good,I was the servant while she was the cook. I loved her so much.
But then tragedy struck, my wife died of tuberculosis and then a few years later, bhabhiji died of cancer. Both of us were so attached to our wives that we didn’t remarry. Balwant was just entering politics, so he hired a nanny to look after Mahesh while he kept himself busy.
Without a mother, Mahesh became more spoiled and Thakur was enabling him. He bought him a motorcycle at the age of 15 and he was showing off to the entire village. One day he had an accident and was hospitalized for a month. We didn’t think it was anything serious at the time.
Then Mahesh enrolled in a very famous college in the city and with his money and looks, he was very popular among girls. But one day, he came crying all the way home. Apparently, he was having trouble in having sex.
Balwant ji took him to some of the best hospitals all over the country during the college holiday, but they said that the problem could be treated but not cured.
After college, Mahesh’s friend pointed out that there are many granite deposits in our village. So they quietly used their money and clout to buy from clueless villagers and then started quarrying. The money from the granite was so much that Balwant ji gave their agricultural land to lease and started using the granite money to rise up in his political sphere.
Mahesh was constantly travelling to co-ordinate and finalize deals. As he started growing older, the question of marriage kept popping up and everyone wanted to give their daughter to him.
Balwant ji was in a fix. He didn’t want his son’s secret to come out. So he asked the broker to look out for a conservative girl from a poor family. He was happy to meet your sister as she was very beautiful and your father was a drunkard with a land case with his brothers. So he fabricated a story that Mahesh saw your sister when he came to your village and got smitten by her.”
A tear rolled away from Anulekha’s eye. All her relatives were jealous of how they got such in-laws. Anupriya used to get so many love letters during her school years and she always wanted to maintain her family honor. It was her beauty which actually turned out to be a curse.
“After marriage, Balwant ji fired the cook because he didn’t want a woman for Anupriya to talk to about it and the secret to get out. Mahesh tried all sorts of medications but he could only keep himself hard for just a few minutes maximum before his body gave way. Also sex should be spontaneous, not a mechanical thing.
Your sister tried to be as supportive as possible but it only frustrated Mahesh as he couldn’t bear the fact that he had a beautiful wife but couldn’t enjoy her as he wanted.
After two months, he gave up and then started concentrating on the granite business which gave him an excuse to be away for days, or even weeks, from home. Balwant ji used his influence to win your father’s land case in his favor and also promised to pay for your college tuition. Anupriya knew it was all a bribe to keep her quiet. But she was ready to suffer for her family and a bright future for her sister.
After a year, Balwant ji told your sister that he needs an heir and he had arranged for a fertility clinic to take care of that. Your sister went and started getting treatment for the same. At first, they only gave her a few tablets to ‘make her ready’ before they could implant a baby.
One day while I was helping Anupriya cut the vegetables in the kitchen, she slipped and was about to fall. I immediately caught her by the hip. She regained her balance, but then she slapped me shouting,
“How dare you touch me like that?”
I was totally shocked. I never looked at Anu in that way and never thought to use her predicament to seduce her In fact, I used to call her beti at times. I quietly left the kitchen.
Half an hour later, she came to me sobbing with apologies. In her mind, the hormonal tablets intended to make her more fertile were actually making her more and more horny. Even my hand on her hip got Anupriya aroused and the slap was to stop things getting into a bad way. She felt ashamed with her needs.
I had no choice than to accept her apology as I know how it feels to be horny but not able to do anything. After my wife died, I used to go and watch Rangeela movies (porn movies) in the theatre but never felt like visiting a prostitute in the national highway near dhabas. I didn’t want to cheat on my wife despite her being dead.
A couple of days later, we had forgotten about that incident and started behaving as before. One afternoon she said that her back was hurting so she needed a massage. I didn’t know how to deny it without appearing bad, so I reluctantly agreed.
She lay on her stomach and lifted up her kameez. I poured some castor oil on her back and started massaging her. As I kept massaging, she wanted to go higher and higher. I kept lifting her kameez until I came across her bra strap. I didn’t want to go any higher.
She asked what the problem was and I said it was the strap. She coolly told me to unhook it and continue massaging.
With shaking hands, I slowly unhooked her bra and started massaging. I kept making circular movements and the edges of my fingers were touching her breasts. She was moaning appreciatively. I thought it needed to stop before I end up doing something bad and removed my hands.
She said, “Why don’t you massage my chest?” And suddenly turned up. Her bra wasn’t doing a good job to cover her breasts and I could see most of them. My adrenaline kicked in and I immediately ran away. I could hear her laughing while I bolted out of the door.
Next day after Balwant ji left, she called me from the bathroom. She was wearing the petticoat over her chest as you are wearing now. She said she forgot to switch on the geyser and wanted me to bring the hot water from the solar heater in Thakur’s room.
I brought a bucket of hot water and she was already seated in the bathroom. She asked me to apply soap and clean her back as she was getting itchy.
I didn’t know how to apply with the petticoat, so she removed it and was completely nude but I was only able to see her back. I started applying on her back and I could see glimpses of her breasts. She then stood up and turned towards me. I was so aroused looking at her naked body. She was like an angel.
Wordlessly I started applying soap on her breasts. I was making circular motions to rub on them. She was getting aroused too. She saw my erect penis making a tent in my lungi and put her hand inside it. I too followed it by rubbing her hairy pussy.
We were doing this and suddenly a vase fell down in the kitchen because of a stray cat and we came back to our senses. I ran away yet again and went into the field. I knew things were getting out of hand. I couldn’t betray the family that gave me shelter and my wife even though she was now dead. I understood that your sister was sexually starved but my morals were more important than that.
After an hour, I went back home and went to Anu’s bedroom. She was wearing a nightie and crying next to the window. I know she too felt embarrassed at what happened. I went near her to talk.
Suddenly, I found myself hugging and kissing her like in English movies. I pushed her against the window. I put my hands on her buttocks and lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs on my thighs. I didn’t know what I was doing, my mind wanted to talk but my body was doing something else.
My hands lifted up her nightie until it was bunched up on her waist. I pulled her panties so hard that they got ripped from her body. Although I’m usually a gentle lover, the animal inside wanted raw action. I pulled my lungi down and didn’t even care about the foreplay and plunged my cock inside her.
“Aaaaaaahhhhh!” Anupriya shrieked in pain, “Dhondu, you are so big, I can’t tolerate the pain, take it out. I’m begging you.”
But the problem is that once a pole goes in a hole, it won’t come out until he came out. I kept pounding her mercilessly. Anupriya held the grills of the windows in her hand to balance herself as she was sandwiched between me and the wall.
After a while, her painful grunts turned into passionate moaning. Her insides finally got adjusted to my cock size. Her moans were encouraging me to pound her harder. Her entire face was becoming redder and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
With a huge shriek, Anupriya finally had her orgasm. I stopped pounding her to have her enjoy the moment. She looked at me with a sense of satisfaction on her face.The next moment, tears started flowing out. She covered my entire face with kisses as if thanking me.
She said, “Thank you, Dhondu, for giving me the first orgasm of my life.”
But my dick was still inside her and it was still hard. So I lifted her and dropped her on the bed with my cock still inside. I removed her nightie over her head.
I admired her breasts. They were so perfectly round and shapely just like yours with pinkish brown nipples. I plunged my head and started sucking and licking them one by one. While doing so, I slowly started moving inside her.
Anupriya was overwhelmed with emotions. First, I pounded her like an animal, but now I was doing it slow in a rhythm while sucking her breasts. She started moaning appreciatively.
It continued until she had her second orgasm. I too couldn’t control myself anymore and came inside her. It was the first time I came inside a woman after nearly a decade and I kept ejaculating inside her filling her womb completely. My starved penis finally got satisfied and slowly came out flaccid.
We realised that we are too trapped souls who found each other. Sex is a basic need for every human just like hunger and we are entitled to have it. We started having it every day and since Balwant ji was busy with elections and Mahesh with the granite business. We had plenty of time. Sometimes when Balwant ji goes to party headquarters, he goes for 3 to 4 days. We used to make readymade khakra to save time and all we did those 3 days was eat, sleep and fuck.
Anupriya didn’t get a period that month and tests confirmed that she was pregnant. We were so afraid if it was my baby but I told her that if that’s the case we will elope together.
We had sex during pregnancy until eighth month and then she came to your place for delivery. Thankfully, Aditya looks just like his mom, so we are not sure who the real father is. She rushed back after delivery just so that she could be with me. Sex made her slim down faster and regain her former figure and giving her milk to me also helped.
She no longer cares about how Mahesh treats her, we are soul mates. Anupriya once admitted that she was contemplating suicide but my arrival in her life gave her purpose. She was also happy when Balwant ji fulfilled his promise by sending you to college so that you could lift your family out of poverty.
Now tell me Anulekha ji, should I leave the household and go to Kasi? I’m ready to do anything as long as you are happy.”
Anulekha could no longer bear this. She started crying. She didn’t realize how much her sister sacrificed herself for the sake of her family and she had said so many harsh things to her yesterday. She wanted to go back and fall on her knees and apologize.
She opened her eyes and saw Dhondu sitting right in front of her…
A young girl wants to obey her father’s rules and avoid his discipline.Becoming Daddy’s Good Girl Chapter Two: Bad Girl’s Get Spanked By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016
When my mom took my fraternal twin sister to visit my grandparents for three weeks she made me promise to take care of Daddy. But I very much doubt she meant for her eighteen-year-old daughter to take over all her wifely duties.
But Daddy did. And I wanted to be a good girl like I promised Mom.
Yesterday, Daddy took my virginity in the changing room of a lingerie store. I was modeling my new sexy underwear for him, and that excited him. His dick was so hard, in such pain, I had to be a good girl and satisfy him.
And it was amazing submitting to him. I surrendered my body to Daddy and he rewarded me with ecstasy. His thick cock popped my chair and had had me moaning. It was so risky. We could have been caught, but Daddy didn’t care.
He reveled in the risk. It made the sex so hot.
Since I was on Summer break, Daddy expected me to clean the house. And be naked the whole time. I wondered if he made Mom do this. She was so submissive, too. She was always waiting on him, loving him by keeping the house clean, making great meals, and giving him constant sex. My sister and I would hear them all the time.
She was such a fifties housewife. I learned at school that women shouldn’t be subservient to their husbands and boyfriends, but Mom was so happy doing it. And now I understood.
Which was why I cleaned the house naked. It was exciting. It brought such a rush. I wanted to call Mom and ask her if she did the same thing. Was she naked while my sister and I were in school? Did her hot pussy drip juices down her thighs as she scampered about the house, reveling in the thrill of nudity?
But I couldn’t ask her. Mom could never know how much I replaced her. It would break her heart. When she returned, I would go back to my normal role as daughter, and Mom would take care of Daddy the way she always had.
But I didn’t want this to end. Last night, in bed, Daddy had made love to me. He had licked and caressed and touched every wonderful part of my body. My pussy grew wetter just remembering his strong lips nuzzling into my cunt and tonguing me to orgasm after orgasm. I bucked and gasped on his bed, making all those wonderful noises Mom would make.
I understood. Daddy was amazing. Such a handsome, hunky stud.
I had dinner cooking in the crock-pot when Daddy came home. The moment I heard his car pull into the driveway, I did what Mom would do—I rushed to the door to greet him. I stood naked, trembling, my nipples hard atop my round breasts.
Keys jingled. Footsteps approached. I glimpsed his shadowy figure through the frosted window. I reached out and opened the door, smiling at my Daddy. He was so tall, his muscular chest stretching the dress shirt he wore. And his hair was dark. It made him seem so powerful and dangerous.
“How was your day, Daddy?” I asked as I took his briefcase.
“Good, good.” The slightest hint of a smile touched his lips as his eyes glanced down at my body. I straightened my back more, thrusting my round breasts out. I was proud of them. They were growing nicely, bigger than Alice’s, my fraternal twin. Her tits were smaller.
She was such a brat I was glad I had one thing better than her.
Daddy stepped into the house and closed the door before anyone saw I was naked. But the thrill made me so wet. I squeezed my thighs tight together as Daddy took off his suit jacket. I took that from him along with his tie. I knew Mom’s routine. I had seen it so many times growing up. It was always the same.
I raced upstairs to put the tie, suit jacket, and briefcase where they belonged before rushing back downstairs and finding dad sitting in his recliner. I froze, realizing there was something I had to do before the massage. Blushing, I dashed back to the kitchen to get him a bottle of his favorite beer.
I returned and presented it to him. He didn’t comment on my mistake.
“How was your day, Daddy?” I asked as I knelt down before him and unlaced his loafer.
“Long,” he groaned. “Lots of meetings. Idiots fucked up the project and they needed Daddy to rescue their asses.”
I smiled as I pulled off his loafer then the other. I set them aside before pulling off his dress socks and exposing his large feet. His toes were so thick. I grabbed his right foot and began massaging it. Mom had talked to me about it before.
“You need to dig your thumbs into his soles,” she had said a few weeks ago as she massaged Daddy’s foot. It was a rare time were I wasn’t banished from the living room like usual. Normally, my sister and I were not allowed to be in the living room when Mom massaged Daddy’s feet. “He likes the pressure to wipe away the stress. It’s wonderful and intimate. Right, dear?”
Daddy had nodded, staring down at Mom with this glint in his eyes.
The same glint he had now. I knew what it meant—possessive, dominating. He owned me. He was the reason I was naked and my brown hair was in a long braid. Daddy liked women with braided hair. Mom’s hair was always braided. I had seen Daddy holding it and leading her around like it was her leash while Mom smiled all the time.
Daddy drank his beer and we chit-chatted while I massaged his feet. I imagined other men would come home and watch TV before dinner, but my parents always talked about their day to each other, catching each other up as Mom massaged his foot.
I understood. It was so romantic. I felt so close to Daddy and so jealous of Mom. I hoped she never returned from Grandma’s.
After I massaged his feet, we had dinner. The chicken was a little rubbery from the crock-pot, but Daddy didn’t complain. Instead of watching TV after dinner, Daddy fucked me hard. It was so wonderful. He bent me over the dining room table and took me from behind. Then he threw me down on the couch and mounted me.
We ended up in his bed, the headboard banging while I screamed my lungs out in absolute delight.
I loved taking Mom’s place. I was Daddy’s good girl.
“Kneel,” Daddy ordered me the next morning. He was dressed and ready for work, but he held a tube in one hand and a curious, tapered object made of out stainless steel in the other. It was as thick as two of my fingers at its widest then tapered off to a rounded end. There was a small, circular handle at the bottom.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered, not sure what was going on.
I pressed my face to the carpet. I was naked like yesterday. Daddy knelt behind me. Was he going to fuck me one last time before work? He had already taken me in the shower, pumping his incestuous cum into my teenage womb as my breasts rubbed against the tiled wall.
He parted my butt-cheeks. I gasped in shock. I had heard girls whisper about anal sex before. Was that what we were doing? A moment later, I gasped as a cold gel squirted against my butt-hole.
“Daddy?” I asked, a fearful whine in my voice. He was so big. I heard anal hurt.
“Good girls don’t complain,” Daddy said as he rubbed the slippery gel—no, it was lube—against my sphincter.
I shuddered at the strange sensations fluttering from my backdoor. I bit my lip and squirmed as he caressed my flesh. I hadn’t expected anything like this. What was he doing to me? My pussy itched as he stroked me.
And then he pressed something against my butt-hole. I wanted to let out another questioning moan. But I also wanted to be a good girl. My body trembled. My eyes bulged as my sphincter widened about the intruding device. It was cold, tapered. The object. He was putting it into my butt, stretching me out. I groaned, wanting to clench my sphincter and fight it.
But then Daddy would be bad.
“That’s it,” he said as it popped all the way into me, the wide handle sticking out of my rear and nestled between my butt-cheeks. “That’s Daddy’s good girl.”
I swallowed and nodded. It felt so strange. I shifted my hips and my bowels clenched on it. I was so aware of it. It felt so naughty back there. The itch in my pussy grew. Juices trickled out. I wanted to masturbate.
I wanted to be fucked.
“What is it, Daddy?”
“A butt plug,” he answered. “I need to get your ass ready.”
I bit my lip. “For your cock, Daddy?”
He seized my braid and turned my face to look at him. “What do you think.?”
“That I am your good girl, and good girls let their Daddies fuck their asses.”
I knew his kiss was my reward. My answer pleased him. I moaned into his lips, closing my eyes as I savored the passion. I loved him so much. My heart beat with excitement while my asshole clenched down on the butt plug.
Then he broke the kiss and straightened.
I licked my lips and blinked my eyes. “Do you…need me to relieve you, Daddy?”
“Yes,” he groaned, his dick tenting his slacks. “But I have to get to work. We’ll both suffer a bit today.”
“And Melody, no masturbating. Good girls only cum when Daddy lets them.”
I blinked. “Yes, Daddy.”
He kissed me again then I handed him his jacket and briefcase. He went out the door while I squirmed, the butt plug so deep in my ass. Every movement made me so aware of it and the burning sensations it churned.
Wonderful sensations. So naughty.
I so wanted to masturbate. My pussy begged to be touched and caressed. I would control myself and be Daddy’s good girl.
It was so hard. Every chore I did only made me hornier. I kept thinking about the butt plug. I couldn’t lie down and stop moving. I had to clean the entire house. All two stories, four bedrooms, two-and-a-half baths, and the basement. Well, not all of the basement. Daddy’s workshop, which dominated half the basement, was off-limits to Alice and me.
Mom called when I was eating a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich for lunch. I squirmed on the hard, dining room chair as I answered my phone. “Hi, Mom. How’s it going?”
“Hectic,” she answered. “But your Grandma and Grandpa are getting along better. Your grandpa’s adjusting.”
“Good.” I bit my lip. “Will you be coming home earlier?” I held my breath.
“I doubt it. So I hope you’re taking care of your father. He needs a woman’s touch in his life.”
“I am, Mom. I even massaged his feet last night.” And fucked him, sucked his cock, and let him lick my pussy. But I doubted Mom wanted to learn her barely legal daughter was fucking her husband.
“Good, good. And you’re doing everything he asks?”
“Everything,” I purred. It was so hard to keep the excitement out of my voice. “And we had so much fun shopping for clothes on Sunday.”
“I heard. Your Dad told me about it. You modeled some new underwear for him. I hope it’s not too racy. Your only eighteen, Melody.”
“Mom, all the girls are wearing panties like that,” I groaned. “And Daddy liked them.”
She laughed. “I’m sure he did. Well, I’m glad you two are getting along. And you are cleaning the house?”
“Yes, Mom.” Naked and with a butt plug in my ass.
“And cooking him breakfast and dinner?”
“Well, that’s wonderful. I miss you and your dad so much and… Alice, what are you doing?”
I heard my twin sister in the background being a brat. I waited while Mom and her had a quick spat. Mom came back on the phone. “I have to go. You’re sister is being Alice again.”
“You should spank her.”
“Discipline is your Daddy’s job. Alice will be in for a huge one when we get back.”
I giggled, looking forward to it. “Okay, Mom, love you.”
“Love you, too.”
And I did love my mom, even if she would take my place again when she returned. I didn’t want that. I wanted Daddy all to myself. I loved him so much. I squirmed on my chair, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as I relived our shower sex.
The water cascading down our bodies. The steam rising around us. His cock slamming into my pussy. It was so wrong. That was the cock that squirted the seed into my mother’s pussy and made me. And I wasn’t on birth control.
What if Daddy and I made a daughter of our own? I rubbed my belly, imaging my stomach growing rounder and rounder. Pregnant with my daddy’s baby. It was such a wicked thought. My pussy was so juicy and—
I caught my fingers sliding down my vulva to caress my pussy.
“Bad fingers,” I groaned and hopped off the chair.
I threw myself back into cleaning to take my mind away from my hot cunt. I washed my plate, wiped off the crumbs from the table, and cleaned up the puddle of my pussy juices off the wooden chair. Then I ran the swifter over the kitchen floor, the butt plug shifting in my asshole as I went back and forth.
It was such sweet torture.
Worse, I was running out of chores to do by three o’clock. I had cleaned everything—dusted, polished, scrubbed. Yesterday, after I finished, I relaxed and texted my friends, then masturbated, then watched prank videos on YouTube, texted with my friends more.
But I couldn’t masturbate today. I couldn’t run out of chores to—
The doorbell rang.
I gasped, my heart thudding. I was naked. I had a butt plug in my ass. And someone was at the door. It rang again and a familiar voice of my best friend Sun shouted, “Hey, Melody, open up. I know you’re home. I saw your last post.”
I groaned. I had told Sun just five minuets ago on Snapchat that I was home cleaning.
“Um, just a second,” I shouted back, trying to think.
I had to get dressed.
“Why?” Sun asked.
I didn’t answer. I raced up stairs, the butt plug and my hot pussy forgotten beneath the fear of being caught naked. I burst into my room and found the first dress I could I pulled on, the short skirt falling to just past my ass, the blouse cut low, cupping my round breasts. It was a new one and Daddy loved it.
I raced back downstairs, holding my skirt tight to my thighs to keep it from flaring, and yanked open the door.
“Geez, what was that about?” Sun asked. “Were you sneaking a boy out the back or something? I wouldn’t tell on you.”
“No, no. I was just…wearing dirty clothes. From cleaning.”
Sun was petite and Korean, her face delicate and a lovely pale-olive complexion. Her short, shiny-black hair fell down to her shoulders. She should have longer hair. Daddy liked long hair in a braid and…
I pushed that thought aside.
“So this is how you’re choosing to spend Summer break?” Sun asked, arching her eyebrow as she walked in, her slim legs flashing. She wore a pair of hot-pink booty shorts that showed off her boyish hips. Her shirt was tight. She had almost no breasts, just a pair of budding mounds.
“I have to take care of the house while my mom is away,” I said.
Sun rolled her eyes. “You are far too much of a good girl.”
I smiled at her. “I like being a good girl.”
Sun shook her head. “I’m bored. Want to go to the mall?”
I glanced at the clock. “I have to start dinner in an hour.”
“You’re cooking, too? Geez, is your dad that helpless?”
“I like cooking.”
“Fine, but let’s do something. I’m soooo bored.”
We ended up talking about boys on my bed and looking at magazines. She had the latest issue of Teen, and we did the quiz about which type of boy we liked. Then we giggled over the results. And the entire time, my pussy was on fire from my butt plug.
It was such a thrill. My friend had no idea that I had a butt plug shoved into my ass or I wore no panties. She didn’t know that I was my daddy’s lover. That I would do anything for him. She would freak out if she knew the truth. I had a secret romance. Taboo. Forbidden.
I wished Daddy was here to fuck me. Even in my ass.
She followed me down to the kitchen as I started dinner. It was a roast. I seasoned it and then popped it into the oven to cook while we talked. She perched on the counter, sipping her diet coke, shaking her head with amusement.
“You’re such a Stepford wife,” she laughed. “Or, I should say, a Stepford daughter.”
“What?” I asked.
“It’s this book I had to read for Mrs. McKenzie’s class.” Sun made a face, which screwed up her slanted eyes and made them appear even narrower. “It was about all these women who became the perfect, subservient housewives. Cooking, cleaning, pleasing their men. All that garbage.” She made a face. “But it turned out, they were really robots. The husbands were replacing their wives. Are you a robot?”
“I don’t think so,” I giggled. “I just like doing this. And so does my mom.”
“She is such a Stepford wife,” agreed Sun. Then she smiled. “Though your dad is such a hunk. Mmm, I could be his Stepford wife, too.”
I nodded my head. “I do have the hunkiest dad.”
“Ooh, do you have a crush on him, too? It’s okay. It happens with girls. The Electra complex. We all want to be Daddy’s girl. Well, not me. My Daddy is so…” She shuddered. “But yours. Ooh, I would be his good girl if he let me.”
“Well, he won’t.”
“I know. I’ve seen him with your mom. The way she smiles. You know your mom is getting fucked hard. Remember our last sleepover? How hard they were fucking?”
I nodded my head.
“And why in the basement. What was up with that?”
“It’s my dad’s workshop,” I answered. “I’m not allowed to go in there.”
“Huh, really?” Sun bit her lip. “I wonder if it’s—”
Whatever she said was lost on me as I heard Daddy’s car pull into the driveway. I let out an excited squeal and ran to the front door to greet him. Sun followed, rolling her eyes as I stood patiently at the door.
“What are you doing?”
“Welcoming him home,” I answered. “Like my mom would do.”
“Geez, you do have a crush on him.”
I blushed and my ass clenched about my butt plug. But before I could answer, footsteps crunched on the gravel walkway. Daddy’s blurred form appeared in the doorway. I took a deep breath and yanked the door open. “Welcome home, Daddy.” His eyes flicked down to my clothes. They hardened. His jaw tightened. I wasn’t naked. I was supposed to be naked. But I had to get dressed. Sun had come over. He had to understand that. I couldn’t be naked all the time.
“Hi, Mr. Johnson,” Sun said, a huge grin on her face. Her nipples hardened, pressing on the front of her tight shirt.
I took Daddy’s briefcase, trembling as he slipped out of his jacket and yanked off his tie. He didn’t say a word. I colloid see how angry he was. He always got quiet when he was mad at Alice or me. Or Mom. I took his tie, jacket, and briefcase then raced off to the bedroom, the butt plug so thick in me. I wanted to yank it out, but that would only make him angrier.
He had to understand that I couldn’t be naked around Sun. She would ask so many questions. She couldn’t know that I was his submissive lover. It was illegal. It was incest.
I put his things away and rushed back downstairs. He stood in the living room, his arms crossed. He had unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the fiery sleeve tattoos kept hidden by his clothing, his eyes hard.
“Young lady, I gave you orders when I left the house. Did you follow them?”
I glanced at Sun who lurked at the edge of the living room. “But, Daddy, Sun came over. Surely you didn’t—”
“What did I order you to do?”
I blushed. Was Daddy serious. In front of my friend. This was so embarrassing. What would Sun think? Didn’t Daddy worry about getting in trouble. What if Sun talked to her parents or to a teacher at school this Fall or to the police? The moment I blurted out, “You wanted me to be naked,” Sun would know there was something more going on between us.
Something forbidden and illegal.
“Daddy?” I whined.
“You’re making your punishment worse, young lady. What did I tell you?” He said he each word slowly, carefully, putting power behind them.
I trembled. Tears burned in my eyes. I wanted to be a good girl, but Sun was here. I gave him such a pleading look. “C-can we do this in private?”
“No. Sun is the reason you are in so much trouble, so she should get to stay and learn why.”
I glanced at my friend. Her face was pale. She mouthed, “Sorry,” to me.
I took a deep breath.
“Now, young lady.”
“I…I…” This was too embarrassing. I squirmed and was shocked to find myself aroused. My pussy was wet. And know that only increased my shame. My stomach twisted and roiled. Why was did this excite me so much?
It was like at the mall. The risk, the danger, that came from submitting to my father’s desires. Was it as simple as that? I had to obey him. I promised to be his good girl. My heart raced in my chest as I stared at my feet and clenched my hands together.
“I…I was supposed…to spend…all day naked.”
“Naked?” Sun whispered. I could feel the shock in her words.
“And did you?”
“No, Daddy. When Sun came over, I got dressed.”
“And you’re still wearing those clothes now. Strip.”
“Yes, Daddy.” My cheeks burned as much as my pussy as I unbuttoned the blouse.
Sun watched me, color returning to her face. She squirmed, shaking her head. I knew what she must be thinking. She’s fucking her father. That’s so sick. That’s her dad and she’s doing what he says. And he’s such a pervert for molesting his eighteen-year-old daughter.
It was all over. Everyone would know about Daddy and me. He would be in so much trouble. Maybe even go to jail for molesting me. I didn’t want that. But I also couldn’t disobey my father. I had to keep unbuttoning my dress.
My round breasts spilled out, nipples hard. I wiggled the dress down my hips, my tits swaying before me and the butt plug stirring up my bowels. My pussy clenched as another wave of heat washed through me. I pushed the skirt down my thighs and bent over to take it of.
“What’s that in your butt-crack?” gasped Sun.
“Her butt plug,” Daddy growled. “I guess you followed that order. And my other?”
I swallowed. “I didn’t masturbate, Daddy.”
“So you only disobeyed one order,” Daddy said. “Twenty spankings. Plus another ten for taking so long to obey me in the living room.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, trembling. It was all out there. Sun had to put it together. I couldn’t look at my friend.
“Fetch a dining room chair,” he growled. Daddy always spanked us over his lap on the dining room chair. Usually he just pulled up our skirt and yanked down our panties enough to hit our bottoms. But I was full naked.
And I had a butt plug in me.
Plus, Sun watched on in stunned shock.
I bustled past my friend, staring at the floor, unable to look her in the eye as I fetched the dining room chair. I hurried back, my bare feet slapping on the linoleum before I reached the softer carpet. I set down the chair before Daddy.
He sat down, his cock bulging his slacks.
I took a deep breath and draped myself across his lap.
“You’re really spanking her?” Sun asked. “At her age?”
“Yes,” Daddy answered. “Bad girls must be disciplined regardless of their age. Even her mother goes across my knee when she’s been bad.”
“Oh, wow,” Sun gasped, her voice breathy. “That’s—”
But whatever she thought I never heard as the crack of Daddy’s hand landing on my ass echoed through the living room. I gasped as the pain shot through my body. I bucked and trembled, crying out in pain, my bowels clenching on my butt plug.
“One,” I counted.
The hand came down on my other cheek. I gasped again. It had been several years since my last spanking and I did not recall the way the stinging heat from my burning ass melted down to my pussy and gathered there.
The pain was sharp. I sucked in a breath before I cried out again. He spanked me on the same spot as the last one, intensifying the punishment. I bucked and spasmed, the butt plug shifting in me, and the heat warming my pussy.
My clit ached.
Daddy didn’t say a word as I squirmed and counted on his lap. My stomach rubbed against his cock. He was so hard. This excited him. He loved spanking my bottom as my friend watched. Sun stepped closer and closer, her eyes as wide as I had ever seen them, her cheeks scarlet, her hands clasped before her as she watched.
“Ten,” I counted, my ass on fire from all the spankings. Every part of my ass reddened and Daddy’s hand now fell on right where the curve of my ass met my thighs.
I gasped. It was intense. The pain both sweeter and sharper there. I breathed it in, loving how it felt as it warmed across my ass. I squirmed and moaned. It was amazing. I loved being spanked right there. It was the absolute best.
He spanked me there again, warming the flesh while my pussy grew even wetter. I squirmed on his lap now, not from the pain, but because my body was engulfed with feverish excitement. It radiated from my hot pussy. My clit throbbed. I rubbed it against his pant legs, loving the feel of the fabric as his hand fell again and again.
I didn’t care that Sun watched and knew we were such perverts. I didn’t care that she would get us in so much trouble. None of that mattered.
Only Daddy’s hand spanking my naughty ass. I was bad. I deserved to be disciplined by my strong, Hunky daddy.
“Twenty,” I moaned.
Then Daddy spoke for the first time, looking at Sun who stood only a few feet away. “Do you want to spank her, too?”
Sun nodded her head.
“She was so bad today,” groaned Daddy. “I can seek that look in your eye. It makes you wet watching her getting spanked. Your hands are just itching to crack down on her firm bottom. Don’t be afraid. Spank the little slut. She’s been bad.”
“I have,” I moaned, to aroused to care care what was happening. “Spank my naughty ass, Sun. Please, please. I was so bad. I should have spent the day naked.”
Sun bit her lip and nodded her head. “You were bad. You should have listened to your hunky Daddy.”
Her hand cracked down hard. It was smaller than my Daddy’s hand and that seemed to intensify the force of her blow, compressing all the pain into such a small area. I bucked so hard, gasping in sweet agony as the pain shot to my pussy.
“Twenty-one,” I moaned, tears pouring down my face from the wonderful pain.
Sun spanked faster than my father. Her hand fell all over my butt. She moaned, her short hair flying about her face, a wild, lust-filled gleam in her eye as her hand fell over and over on my ass, brining me more pain. More pleasure.
“Thirty!” I bucked, my pussy clenching as my friend’s hand lingered on my ass after her last spanking. She stroked my burning bottom, She brushed the end of the butt plug. Her fingers pushed it deeper into me.
The pleasure burst out of my core. I groaned and gasped as it merged with the heat burning my ass and became something intense, something wonderful. More than an orgasm. A punishmentgasm. My pussy clenched and my bowels writhed about the butt plug. My braid flew about my head as I thrashed. The bliss drowned my mind in cum.
I couldn’t believe how wonderful it was. Amazing. I took my discipline like a good girl and was rewarded with such bliss.
No wonder Mom was such a submissive to Daddy. This was awesome.
“Oh, Daddy, yes,” I moaned. “I’m so sorry for being so bad. I’ll be so good from now on. I’ll do whatever you said.”
“Yes,” moaned Sun, her hands rubbing at the crotch of her hot pants, digging it into her pussy. “Be a good girl for your Daddy. He’s such a strong hunk. Oh, yes. I wish you were my Dad, Mr. Johnson.”
“Sun gave you a reward,” Daddy said, his rough hands stroking my ass. “What do you say?”
“Thank you, Sun,” I breathed.
“I think you really need to show your thankfulness,” Daddy said. “Sun gave you pleasure. So you need to give it back to her in return.”
I almost blurted out, “What?” But that would be disobedient. And I wasn’t. I was a good girl. “I will, Daddy.” I looked at my friend. “I..I don’t know how.”
“I think you do. What did I do to you Sunday night?”
“Loved my body.” I stared at my friend. She trembled, shuddering, on the verge of cumming. “I can do that.”
“Good,” Daddy groaned.
I slid off his lap and moved to my friend. She didn’t fight as we sank down to the floor. She spread out on her back as I pushed up her Shirt. I exposed those small bumps of her budding breasts, her nipples so dark and hard, not pink like mine. I circled one with a finger, trembling. Daddy’s eyes were on me.
Men liked watching girls together. I was thanking Sun but also pleasing Daddy.
I leaned over and sucked on her nipple. She gasped as I circled her nub with my tongue. I remembered all the wonderful things Daddy did to my tit last night and I reciprocated. I sucked and nibbled. My hand cupped her other bump, brushing her nipple, making her squirm and gasp.
“Oh, wow, Melody,” she groaned. “This is…I can’t believe… Oh, yes, I’m so wet.”
“That’s it. Thank her with your mouth, your hands,” groaned Daddy.
He stripped in the corner of my eye, revealing his muscular chest, barbwire tattooed across his muscles, a naked woman kneeling with a chain and collar about her neck on his upper arm. He looked like a biker without his dress shirt on. Then he shoved off his pants and boxers. His cock sprang out.
“Oh, wow,” gasped Sun. “He’s so huge. He fucks you with that big thing?”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned as I kissed over to her other nipple.
Sun squirmed beneath me as I nibbled and pleasured her. She gasped and squirmed, undulating, growing more and more excited. And so was I. My pussy dripped. My head swam with the naughty lust of making love to my best friend for Daddy’s pleasure.
I was so wicked. So wild. I kept clenching down on my butt plug, savoring the pleasure as my tongue circled Sun’s nub. My hands stroked her naked side and stomach, reaching for her short-shorts. I had to push them off. I had to eat her pussy like Daddy ate mine.
I kissed down her stomach, her flesh so hot on my lips. My fingers unsnapped her shorts. She lifted her hips, eager for the pleasure, as I pulled down her shorts and underwear in one go. Her pussy appeared and it was bare. I gasped. I knew she had pubic hair.
“You shaved it?”
She nodded her head. “I…I…I hoped to seduce your dad. Older man…they like…girls to be bare down there.”
“Do they, Daddy?”
“I was going to having you shaved,” he grinned as he knelt behind me. “A nice, bare twat. Just like your mother. Now lick her. Thank her with that pretty mouth. Make her cum, slut.”
“Yes, yes. I’m your good, slutty girl, Daddy.”
I buried my face in my friend’s pussy. I had tasted my own the last few days. Daddy loved to have me suck his fingers clean of my juices or to kiss him after he went down on me. I tasted tart, but Sun tasted spicy.
I licked through her shaved folds, her pussy slit so tight. She gasped and groaned, humping against me. I probed into her slit, brushing the folds, struggling to remember how Daddy pleased me. He licked me everywhere.
But especially my clit.
Her little nub was buried in the thick, plump lips of her vulva. I had to spread her apart to find it. But when I did, I attacked it. I licked it and made my friend moaned and gasp. It was so hot, so naughty. I wiggled my hips, my excitement growing again. Juices trickled down my thighs.
Daddy sensed my need and, being a loving father, answered it.
“Daddy!” I gasped into my friend’s pussy as a hard, thick cock plunged deep into my pussy. I moaned and squirmed, wiggling my hips. My pussy clenched down on his girth. I shuddered and undulated, grinding back on him.
“He’s fucking you!” gasped Sun. “Holy shit, he’s fucking your pussy. Your dad is fucking your pussy. Oh, my god. This is so hot.”
Sun humped her pussy into my face, getting wetter and wetter while Daddy fucked me from behind. I groaned and clenched down on the butt plug every thrust. With it buried into my asshole, I felt so full. His balls smacked my clit with meaty thwacks and his groin slammed into my burning, well-spanked ass.
A reminder that I had been naughty.
I sucked on my friend’s clit, my fingers exploring her wet pussy’s delicious folds. I brushed her hymen guarding the entrance of her pussy. I groaned, shuddering in delight as I probed through a small hole in the membrane, wiggling into her untouched depths.
“Oh, that’s so hot,” Sun moaned, her fingers pulling on her hard, brown nipples. “Melody, yes, yes. This is so hot. And your dad. Such a stud. Fuck her. Fuck your daughter. She keeps moaning about my clit. Oh, yes. I…I…”
“Are you going to cum, slut?” growled Daddy.
“I am,” she moaned. “Yes, yes. Your daughter’s mouth is so hot. I…I…”
“Cum, slut. Cum like the naughty, filthy whore you are.”
My friend’s thighs squeezed on my head as she came. She thrashed, humping against me while her spicy juices flowed out into my mouth and her pussy clenched on my finger. It was so hot. I abandoned her clit to lick up her cream, loving how it felt in my mouth.
“I made you cum,” I gasped.
“You did,” she moaned. “Oh, wow, that was so much better than humping my pillow.”
“And are you about to cum, slut? Is Daddy’s little girl about to erupt on his cock?”
“Uh-huh, Daddy,” I moaned. “May I? May I please cum on your big, thick cock?”
His hand squeezed my burning ass. The sharp flare of pain shot to my pussy. I clenched down on his cock while my bowels squeezed on the butt plug. It was so wonderful. I was on the verge of another explosion.
“May I cum, Daddy!” I screamed. “I’m so sorry for being a naughty girl. I’ll be so good! Please, please, let me cum!”
“Yes,” he growled. “Cum, my little slut.”
Daddy rammed his dick into my depths.
The pleasure exploded out of me.
I moaned and tossed back my head. My braid danced across my supple back as I rocked into Daddy’s thrust. My pussy and bowels went wild, writhing about the shafts filling me. I shuddered, my vision fuzzing.
“Cum in me, Daddy,” I moaned as my pleasure reached its peak. I trembled, needing to feel that hot flood shoot into me.
But instead he ripped out of my cunt. He stroked his wet cock, moving around. “Kneel. Put your faces together.”
Sun and I scrambled to obey. We pressed our cheeks together, staring up at him. I smiled. I knew Sun was, too. Daddy’s cock was right before our faces. He groaned, stroking his dic faster and faster, his hand sliding up and down his shaft lube by my pussy juices.
“My good, little sluts,” Daddy groaned, his muscles tensing.
We both gasped as his hot, salty jizz splashed across our faces. Thick, hot stripes painted us as Daddy stroked himself. His chest heaved. He grunted with each blast. More and more hot jizz covered us, our foreheads, our cheeks, his cream landed even in our hair. Salty jizz ran over my lips. I licked it.
Then Sun and I both moaned and kissed each other, sharing his cum. Our tongue licked, both of us hungry for the seed. We licked at each other’s faces, cleaning each other, our lips brushing for quick, jizz-filled kisses before we quested for more of his spunk.
Daddy watched us with hungry eyes.
When we finished cleaning each other up, Sun looked up at my Daddy. “Can I be your good girl, too, sir?”
His smile grew. “Why don’t you and Melody have a slumber party on Friday. And you can stay all day Saturday. Maybe even for the entire weekend.”
We both squealed and shared another cum-filled kiss. I couldn’t wait for Friday night.
A daughter submits to her daddies desires while cloth shopping.Becoming Daddy’s Good Girl Chapter One: Dressing Room Submission By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016
“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.