Daddy’s home. Oh boy, here we go. I can hear him lock the door, take off his shoes, and head for the stairs. I’m laying on my belly on my bed, ass bared but full.
I hear his thunk thunk thunk feet come up the stairs. My big strong daddy is home, thank goodness. I thought I’d cream myself before he got his warm massive hands on me. I can hear him smile as he stands in the doorway. His little girl wooden spoon in mouth, puddled pussy and that plug obviously apparent.
“Is my babygirl horny?”
I smile, I don’t have to tell him, it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve gotten shaking horny from being plugged. He lays down next to me on his side and kisses my cheek. He lays for a moment smiling at me, his whore. Lucky man feelings radiating from him. Alright enough of that, he get’s up and planks over me, he dry humps my ass a few times listening to me groan.
He asks if I’ve had my coffee, I confirm I most certainly had given myself a coffee enema hours earlier. He asks if I need another coffee, I tell him no, I’m quite energetic today. Then he kisses my back and tells me he wants to hear me cry on his dick. I get up onto all fours and he sits in front of me. He pulls his thick dick out and I immediately am on it, I suck on it like it’s the best damn thing there is. He reaches down and tears the plug out of me and chucks it in the dirty basket we keep by the bed. I cry and cry on his dick from the sudden ripping pain coursing through my body. And now he’s hard…
The fun must begin; he gets up and pushes me back down flat on my belly. He takes the douche nozzle end of my gallon enema back and rubs it on my pussy. He trails it through my pussy juice and sticks his thick thumb in my pussy. Ohhh that feels good, I can’t wait until he fucks me. He unclips the bag and the warm water rushes into me. He gets back in front of me and has me suck him. He pulls my face down on him and I’m loving it. I can barely feel the cramping through the erotic feeling sucking on him is giving me. I crawl back up on my knees with my ass in the air and my face buried close to the bed. We have a full length free standing mirror in front of the bed he watches me in.
Once the bag is empty I have to stop blowing him even though I don’t want to stop. He pulls the hose out of me. He asks if I need a plug to hold it in. I tell him I think I’ll be ok but maybe next time he will use the inflatable plug ending to the hose so I won’t have to say no to being filled. He tells me of course he will, a good girl should always have her ass filled. Now that I’ve brought that up, really I should have a plug in. So he goes to the box of plugs and pulls out a medium on I can squeeze on and wish for his dick but not hurt me much.
I’ve earned seventy six licks with his belt. He tells me I better not lose any of my ass as my belly tightens up. My belly doesn’t feel tight, it feels stretched full of water. But as of today, my belly is still bigger than I’d like, so he has me on all fours ass high for a belting.
He gives them to me in sets of ten. After the first ten I’m pretty wet, after twenty I’m gushing, after thirty I’m in pain though. He leans over and licks my gushing pussy. I ask him can’t he just fuck me. No, of course not, I’m still full of water!
He gives me the other four sets. Then after 70 licks he tells me to turn over on my back. My pregnant looking self turns over and he spreads my legs. He pushes into my pussy and takes my left titty in his hand. He sucks on the nipple then takes his belt and hits me hard three times. I seize up hard and almost push the plug right out of me. He does the same to my right titty. I have to go to the bathroom bad. He pushes down on me and fucks me missionary style. I’m crying, I don’t want to soil the bed. He tells me he doesn’t care, we can always change the linens. But I care, I care a lot. He keeps fucking me, my ass is on fire, it’s full, but man his fucking feels good.
He suddenly stops and tells me he wants to cum, and I know where. He sends me to the bathroom. I let everything go, thank goodness I was already mostly clean from last nights enemas. I’ve already had two today and I know with my lunch and evening I’ll have at least four, I ask him through the door. He responds four sounds great, you can add four to your evening bathing time. But, but, no buts, I need them. I always do.
As I’m finishing he brings in the special plug we had made. It’s the exact diameter of his dick at the receded part, and thicker at the top. He asks me to wear it today. I of course say yes sir, manners are important, and being compliant as well. Besides I love feeling the thick plug reminding me of daddys lovely dick.
He is downstairs when I come out, he says we have to hurry or I’ll miss my yoga class, so I bend over the arm of the couch and he bangs my ass like a wild dog tearing me. I know there’s blood but I love him anyway. I can’t stop cumming after the first 10 strokes, I’m crying and screaming. He has his hand over my mouth feeling the tears stream over his hand. He keeps encouraging me reminding me how good I’m being. He cums hard and immediately pisses in me. He bends me over and shoves the plug in me so none comes out. I hate when he makes me absorb his piss but I reverse myself and tell myself I will enjoy it. He kisses my lower back and goes to the bathroom to wash and return to work. I slowly get dressed back in my leggings and tank top and prepare for a long 90 minute yoga class filled with him.
Thank you daddy, I will progress even more today than yesterday.
My name is Bobbie. Would you like me to tell you how I became a Penitentiary Pussy-Butt-Boy?
Well, it all started with a robbery gone wrong. I wasn’t even in the bank when the guard got shot and I still got almost as much time as the others. So, not long after the trial I was sent to the state’s newest Maximum Security Prison. When I arrived I was stripped searched, given prison clothes and sent over to a desk where an inmate clerk was working. He told me what cell to go to and how to get there. At the time I had no idea why he and the other inmate worker were laughing and joking. I just thought it was because of the poorly fitting prison clothes or maybe some joke about my long dark hair.
When I got to the assigned cell there was nobody there but the bottom bunk was empty so I put my stuff on it and made it up neatly with the bed-roll I had been given. After a while as I was looking out the surprisingly large, very much shatter-proof window that faced the walkway of the main compound, the cell door clicked open and a moment later my new cell partner walked in. Leroy was a very large and very dark, Negro. He was easily 6’5″ and 250 pounds with heavy facial features and large pinkish lips. He was wearing the all-white clothes of a kitchen worker. He grabbed a bag hanging off the end of the bunk and told me he had to get a shower and would be back at lock-in time.
After about 90 minutes there was a lot of noise on the tier and over the P.A. system. All the doors on the wing opened and Leroy came back in the cell. It seemed he had just gotten out of the shower as he was wearing plastic shower shoes and a robe. The guard went by for count while Leroy was unpacking the bag and putting stuff on the small shelf. After the guard passed Leroy pulled a large jug of homemade wine out of the bag. “Got a little something to help ease ya’ first night in this fuckin’ place,” he said. He put two large cups on the sink and filled them up. He passed one to me and told me, “It ain’t the best tasting shit around, but it got a kick to it.” I tasted the wine and he was right it didn’t taste very good but the alcohol content was obvious.
After we finished the wine he pulled a stack of magazines from under his mattress. He handed them to me and said have a look at these. They were dirty mags and mostly seemed to feature older Negro men having sex with young white girls. While I flipped through the very graphic magazines he took a large bottle of lotion from the shelf and set it on the sink/toilet combination that was towards the front of the cell. “If I don’t gets this lotion on my legs while they still damp they gonna itch like crazy tomorrow.” He explained as he put his foot up on the rim of the toilet. When he leaned down to start rubbing the lotion into his ankle and lower leg the robe he was wearing rode up and I could tell he was naked underneath it. In fact I could see his sack and apparently long penis hanging below his thick leg. I had never seen one that hung down that far before. I turned my head quickly back to the magazine when I saw him look my way, maybe too quickly, and I was sure he could tell where I had been looking. He worked his way to his thigh and applied the lotion slowly there. I eventually noticed that while I could still see his large hanging sack I couldn’t see his penis any more.
This didn’t make sense until he switched legs and put the other foot up on the toilet. When he did his robe fell open and I could see his penis again. Now it was sticking almost straight out and was at least half the length of his thigh and as big around as my wrist. He seemed oblivious to the fact that his robe was open and bent down to rub lotion into his lower leg but this time moving quickly to his right thigh. As he now slowly rubbed the lotion into the dark skin of his thigh his wrist would occasionally brush his semi-stiff thing causing it to wag and wobble. I didn’t want to get caught staring, but his thing was so big, I had never ever seen one so large, it looked just like the ones in the magazines, and I had always though those were only so big through trick photography or something. With the effects of the wine really starting to hit me I was quickly losing my sense of discretion and kept sneaking peeks at it. He continued to rub lotion into his thigh and occasionally stroked it down the thick shaft of his thing too. He eventually capped the lotion bottle and stepped closer to me to put it on the shelf. However he didn’t remember to tie up his robe so it remained open and his stiff thing was now pointing slightly up and right at me. I couldn’t help but see it as it twitched a foot from my face.
“See anything you like”? Leroy asked his voice slightly tight.
I don’t know what came over me, partly the wine’s fault I guess, but I responded, “Yes, and the magazines are nice too.” This while looking right at his big thing.
“You like it, go ahead and play with it”, he suggested and took another half step closer. I reached up and stroked it lightly with just my fingertips causing it to throb and jerk upwards. “You ever play with one before?” he asked.
“Kind of.” And I told him a little about the time Coach Parker got in the shower with me after a swim meet when I was eleven.
“Coach ever teach you how to suck it?” Leroy asked.
“Yes, a couple of times.” I admitted.
“Why don’t you go ‘head and show me what you learned.” It was more of an instruction than a question and I put the magazines on the bunk, slid off the chair to my knees in front of him and wrapped my hand around the thick dark shaft I had been petting while we talked. It was so thick my fingers didn’t quite go all the way around. I stroked it slowly a few times then kissed the tip.
“Go ‘head now, get busy.” He told me.
I slid my hand almost all the way up the thick ten inch shaft and pulled the foreskin back revealing the plump pink head. I wet my tongue with saliva and applied it to the plump head, licking it around a few times to make sure it was all coated with spit the way Coach Parker had taught me. Then I slid my lips over it. At first I could only get the head into my mouth, but I soon relaxed my lips and jaw and began to slide my lips down the hard shaft of his huge Negro penis. I bobbed my head up and down a few times and took my mouth from it to look at it while I stroked its full length. As I stroked it a bit of thin fluid oozed from the tip. I licked the salty fluid off and took the head back into my mouth and began sliding my lips up and down his big hard thing. He was fully erect now and he placed his hand on the back of my head, pressing my mouth further down his enormous hard dick.
“Suck it harder”, he grunted and pushed his hips forward forcing almost two thirds of his big Negro dick into my inexperienced mouth. I gagged a bit when the head of his penis tried to enter my throat, but his strong hand kept my mouth in place and his dick buried in my mouth.
“Faster.” He whispered. “Suck it faster.” His hand directed the pace of my mouth on his hard dick and soon my lips were flying rapidly up and down the huge ebony shaft while the pink head popped into and out of my throat with each stroke. I gripped the base of the big black dick with my hand and felt his balls tighten as he placed his other hand on the back of my head. Leroy started pumping his hips in rhythm with my stroking mouth and hand.
“MMMMMMMM” he moaned and thrust his hips forward, “God Damn! Suck it! Suck that dick”, he commanded. He rose up on his toes trying it seemed to force the remaining few inches of his big penis into my mouth. His hips jerked and the huge ebony penis twitched in my mouth. A wet heat began filling my sucking mouth. With so much hard cock in my mouth there was nowhere for the thick goo to go and it poured out of my mouth all over his hard thing, down my stroking hand and onto his big tight balls. The flood of salty goo just kept pouring into my mouth running down making his penis slippery and sticky at the same time.
“Damnnnn, take the cum, take it.” He groaned. “Oh, fuck yeah. Suck that cum.” He moaned as his Negro dick twitched a few more times then slid wetly from my mouth. “Damn, Coach taught you good. You damn sure can suck a dick.” Leroy told me as he caught his breath after the full orgasm he just had. “You a messy ‘muther fucker though.” He stated, looking down at his sticky, gooey a dick and balls. “You just gonna have to lick it all clean.” He instructed and put his left foot up on the lower bunk. His cock and balls hung freely in front of me as I knelt before him. “Go on. Lick up the mess you made. Lick all that cum off my balls.” He demanded.
I leaned forward and slowly began to lick the man-goo from his hairy balls.
“You gonna have to lick ‘em harder than that to get the cum off of ‘em.” He told me.
I placed my hand behind his heavy dark sack to hold it still while I did as I was told. I licked his balls with my entire tongue wetting and cleaning them. After I had cleaned the white goo from his balls I began to clean his flaccid but still large penis. I licked the shaft with long slow wet licks again and again until I couldn’t taste his salty stuff on it any more, then I cleaned up the head, licking and sucking it until it was nice and clean. By the time I finished cleaning all the goo from his cock and balls he was getting partially stiff again. He stepped away from me and went to the cell door looking out the gap in the steel door towards the front of the long prison tier. When he turned back around I started to stand up and got a massive head rush. I was so dizzy I dropped straight back to my knees.
“What’s wrong? The wine hitting you that hard?” he asked.
“I guess so.”
“Ease up on the bunk and lay down.” He guided me. I started to get up on the bunk and was hit by another rush at least as strong as the first. I turned to lay on my back but Leroy told me. “Na’ don’t lay like that, roll over on your belly and the room won’t go spinning on you.” The small cell had seemed to want to start to spin so I tried it and he was right the spinning stopped. “Thas’ right just stretch out and relax, you’ll be better in a few minutes. ” He was still naked and his big thing was at least halfway hard again as he sat on the edge of the bunk and began to rub my back and shoulders. “Just relax, you fight that wine it’s only gonna get worse.”
I tried to relax and started feeling really woozy. I could’t believe how strong that homemade wine was. After a few minutes I must have passed out, tough I seemed to remember Leroy rubbing my arms, wrists, legs and ankles. When I woke back up a few minutes later I looked up to see Leroy standing by the bunk rubbing oil up and down the shaft of his fully erect penis. I tried to roll onto my side to ask him what he was doing that for but it seemed that while I was out my arms and legs had gotten tangled up in the sheets of the bunk. Leroy saw me moving and said, “You jus’ lie still now, If you fight it, it just gonna hurt more.”
That’s when I realized I wasn’t tangled up I was tied up. I also quickly discovered that my shorts and underwear were gone and I was on the prison bunk naked!
Leroy rubbed more oil onto his huge Negro penis and then climbed onto the narrow bunk behind me. “You gonna be Daddy’s girl tonight.” He told me as he lowered his weight on top of me and pressed his enormous dick between the cheeks of my naked butt. Even Coach Parker had never done that.
“You feel that big dick between them fine white cheeks?” he asked.
“Wait. What are you doing?” I asked helplessly. He lifted his weight off of me a bit and slipped one hand between us, taking his rock hard dick and rubbing its oily head around and around until he found my tight pink hinny-hole. He pressed it against my opening and started to push forward.
“NO! Leory don’t!” I begged as I realized he meant to push his giant dick into my hole. “It’s to big.” I protested. “It’ll never fit.” I tried to explain.
“Oh, it gonna fit.” He grumbled as he pressed harder. “You taking all this dick tonight!”
The huge pink head was stretching my hole open and with the oil lubricating it the massive dick was pushing past my clenched sphincter. Leroy pressed down again, this time even harder and the big head popped into my butt.
“NOOOOOOOOO!” I wailed. “IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT! PLEASE IT HURTS! I screamed.
My wails only spurred him on and he pushed half of his huge hard Negro cock into me with a powerful thrust. “AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEE! ITS TOOOO BIG! YOUR DICK IS TOO BIG!”
“That’s right, Daddy like to hear his girl scream.” He whispered in my ear as he hunched on top of me and pressed even more hard dick into my aching hole.
“GOD IT HURTS IN MY BUTT, PLEASE TAKE IT OUT! I moaned through the pain of the massive black penis splitting my white bottom apart.” PLEASE STOP!”
Leroy eased up and withdrew his dick from my hole, and for just a moment I thought it was over. Then he drove the gigantic dick right back into me, burying its full length inside my butt, driving it into me until his hips pressed my body to the thin mattress of the prison bunk.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”, I wailed again as the pain of his huge penis penetrating my body rippled through my entire core. “PLEASE, IT HURTS!”
He pulled his hard ebony dick halfway out and drove it in again. “Beg for that dick, Bitch.” He ordered. “Beg for it or I just going to fuck you harder.” He warned. I didn’t know what to do. How could I beg for something that hurt so much.
“Beg Bitch!” he demanded again after a full deep stroke of his hard cock into my aching ass. “Say: ‘Fuck me Daddy.’”
Being tied up and much smaller than the huge black man that was raping me I thought my only hope was to play along, so I said quietly, “Fuck me, Daddy.”
Louder, Bitch. Say it like you said “No”, whore!” he ordered as he continued to ram his massive hard cock into my ass with increasing pace.
“Fuck me, Daddy” I said in a more or less normal voice. He seemed to like it and slowed the pace of his strokes for a moment.
“Say, ‘Make me, Daddy’”, he now whispered into my ear.
“Make me, Daddy.”
“Louder, bitch”, he demanded and pushed his cock into me to the hilt.
“MAKE ME, DADDY.” I screamed as the big Negro dick hit the bottom of my insides, sending a shiver up my spine.
“MAKE ME, DADDY!” I moaned loudly as the massive ebony cock filled and stretched my pink hole. Leroy settled into a solid pace, running his big Negro dick in and out of my now oil slicked hole. The tight ring of my butt-hole felt every bump and ridge of his massive penis as he slid it in and out of me again and again. He pumped away at my hole for at least ten minutes, ramming it all the way in and pulling it almost all the way back out. A few times it did pop out and he would stop for a second, reach down between us, find my hole again and ram all of his massive ebony dick right back into me. Slowly he picked up the pace of his humping, driving his cock into me faster and faster.
Leroy was fucking me good and hard by the time he said, “Say, ‘Cum Daddy.”
“CUM, DADDY!” I wailed loudly. “CUM IN ME, DADDY!” I added without prompting. The thought of his massive cock spewing man-goo into my butt like it had in my mouth suddenly excited me and I begged again, “CUM IN ME, DADDY! FUCK YOUR CUM IN ME!” I begged and realized I meant it! His huge dick still hurt, but I started to pump my hips back to him in time with his powerful thrusts. I wanted his cum! I desperately wanted the heat to pour from his black cock into my hole. “FUCK ME, DADDY. FUCK ME!” I screamed louder than I had protested the first painful penetration of his massive member. “PLEASE, FUCK ME, DADDY! MAKE ME TAKE IT, MAKE ME TAKE IT ALL!” I moaned as I writhed on the prison bunk beneath him.
“Yeah, Bitch, I knew you wanted this dick.” Leroy said as he slipped his arms under me to come up and grab my shoulders from below. He pulled me towards the bottom end of the bunk and drove his cock into my tight hole again and again.
“Yes, Daddy, Fuck me!” I pleaded, “Fuck me good.”
“Yeah. I knew you was gonna like this big dick.” He grunted in my ear. “You gonna be a fine girl for your Daddy.”
“God yes!” I moaned as I squirmed beneath him, meeting every powerful thrust of his massive penis with my pumping hips, God, how I wanted him to cum. FUCK MEEEEEE! FUCK ME, DADDY! His Negro cock was huge inside me, twitching as he began to cum deep inside my butt hole. “Do me Daddy, do me naughty. Please, make me be your naughty girl.”
“FUCK YES!” Leroy groaned as his big black balls tightened, his dick twitched, and he began to pump cum into me. “Take it you cum loving whore, take Daddy’s nut.” He pounded me hard and fast with his thick hard dick until his balls were empty and his penis grew soft and slid from my oily cum filled butt.
“CUM, DADDY. CUM IN ME, FUCK YOUR CUM IN ME!”, I begged as he pumped his man-goo deep into my pale hinny.
Leroy got off of me and sat on the edge of the bunk. He began rubbing my bare bottom with his big rough hand. “That was some damn good ass. I can’t wait to fuck it again.”
“Are you going to do it again? I asked, half afraid he would say yes and half hoping he would. His huge Negro penis had certainly hurt but somehow it felt good to be his girl for a few minutes and I realized I wanted to be this black man’s girl all the time!
“Naw, that’s about all the steam I got for tonight. He told me. “We aint gonna have any problems when I takes them ties of, are we?
“No.” I promised and added, “Daddy.”
As my new Big-Dick Prison Daddy untied me from the bunk he instructed to shave my legs and underarms the next day, and pretty much everything else. He wanted me hairless except for my long thick brown hair.
The next day Leroy went out to work and reminded me of what I had to do that day. He also said he would have a nice surprise for me if I did as I was told. So I…
My knees ache as I kneel on the floor at his feet waiting for him to look at me. The outfit he bought for me flows like liquid over my skin. It’s berry red, with a slight shimmer, the deep scoop neck doesn’t compare to the one in the back that ends right at the top of my pert round ass. I have had to be very careful all night since the skirt ends just 2 inches below my inner lips. We have just returned from a lavish dinner at La Cire, even finished with crème Brule and champagne, then out to The Drake to meet friends for dancing. I had so much fun, even if I was a little tipsy dancing with the girls as the guys watched and smiled at us from across the room as they talked business. When hands circled around my waist from behind, I thought they were Daddy’s. The moment I took a step back into him, I knew it was a mistake. Even before I could move, Daddy was there along with the rest of the group, shoving him away. Someone hit him, I am not sure who, as I was being dragged back to our booth and placed heavily there as Daddy went back to take care of my mess. The girls came back to the table and started collecting purses as the night was clearly over. As I reached for my purse, Daddy was back and so upset he didn’t even speak to me. We drove like that all the way home not a word said. When we got home he sat in his favorite chair, yet still saying nothing just looking at me with such disappointment that I immediately fell to my knees at his feet, head hanging low as the tears ran down my face. I know this is entirely my fault.
“How could you?” the voice above me is soft yet commanding. “You know you belong to me, that no other man is to touch you without my permission. Then you go and do this? Allow a total stranger to rub his pecker against your ass, MY ass? You know better baby! Now I have to figure out what to do with you and you know I don’t like to do this, but this is what you make me do. Punish you for your own good.” I nod as the tears of shame continue to flow. “Stand up Barbie!” I scramble to my feet and teeter in my heels before him, slightly shaking as I bite the inside of my lip, the slight pain holding me together.
“Strip.” The word is firm and strong as it comes from him, just the sound of his voice can make me tremble. I slide the dress from my shoulders and my bare breasts are freed from their light covering, a slight twist of the hips allows the dress to pool at my 4 inch heels. My shaking thumbs hook into my panties as I slide them down my long legs, stepping out of them I stand before him bare, nothing but my shame to hide behind. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, my Daddy.” My voice sounds so far away and meek, not like me at all, but this is what he does to me making me his shy little girl, clay in his hands to mold to his desire.
“What are you?”
My reply is again barely heard, “Your Barbie, Daddy. To play with as you want to, Daddy.”
“That is right, Barbie, good girl. And does Barbie get punished when she breaks her rules?”
I can hardly nod. To know what will come, to agree that I want it, need it is so humiliating and yet I also know it is about to get worse.
“Barbie, you have to do this, go ahead, baby girl.”
I swallow hard, trying to form the words in my head as I glance up at him, shuffling my feet. How does he do this? I am a grown woman. But, he makes me feel like such a naughty child. There was no way that I caused this man to grind against my ass, it was the dress that did it. That dress that screamed sex, that dress he bought for me, that dress that says I am everything a man wants in his bed. But, I belong to this man. This wonderful man that gives me everything, my home, my car, my allowance, my pain, my desires, and those orgasms that last for hours. I am his as much as he is mine. My lips part to speak, slightly louder, but not by much, “Daddy, Barbie is sorry she caused the man to want her so much he was forced to touch what is Yours. Barbie doll, thinks she should receive a punishment at Your hand so she will not forget these things in the future.” My face is bright red with embarrassment. To have to ask for a punishment is the worst. Now I wait for what seems forever for his reply.
He takes a deep cleansing breath then reaches out and takes my hand and pulls me over his lap. I hate this, the closeness, the mortification, the fact that he will feel instantly how wet my pussy is right now as I am forced over his legs, head down, feet apart, ass in the air, arms behind my back, with my breasts swinging free. His hand makes circles over my ass and I can’t help but close my eyes as the gentleness. “This,” he squeezes my right ass cheek hard, “belongs to me, Barbie. No one touches what is mine, unless I say so. Do you want me to leave you alone for the wolves out there, to let any and every man at that club take you in the back alley and have his way with you? Is that what you want?”
The whimper racks through me at the thought that both scares me and yet excites me and I shake my head no, as his fingers trail down my pussy lips parting them, exposing my wetness to the cool air, his rough fingers working my clit. “Seems baby likes the idea of being treated like a common whore, perhaps I shall set that up. I am sure the guys would enjoy using a slut like you.” Two fingers invade my pussy, causing me to arch my ass up to meet him. The response is instant, with his other hand spanking my left cheek, making me hold still. “Do you know that Donny asked me tonight, if he could use you at the party on Friday at Fetish Palace? He wants to string you up from the ceiling, spread eagle, in front of the whole club, and flog you, then cane you, cover your whole body with his marks. Then to have both he and I fuck you. Fuck my Barbie in front of the crowd. Show them how loved and owned you are. How beautiful you are. Should I let him Barbie? You would make every girl in the club jealous, as they would want to be you, and every Man will dream about having you on their leash. But only I can own a bitch as good as my Barbie.” The whole time he is talking the fingers work in and out of my pussy, slow, deep and hard, painfully slow, along with the spanking of my ass never letting up, and harder ones to make his points. I am flailing on his lap, the visions he describes filling my head. The disgrace and humiliation of it all, to be beat by another man? To be fucked so roughly in public? I want to scream “Yesssss!” at the top of my lungs but I know the choice is purely his and my wet pussy is speaking for me plenty right now.
Fingers swiftly are removed from my pussy leaving me empty and wanting but not for long as my ass hole is rubbed with lube, in and out he goes with his fingers, probing deep, inserting another finger, stretching me. I am moaning on his lap and pushing back against the pressure that is building inside of me, wanting to be fucked so badly. Then I feel the cold steel of the plug as it slowly worms its way into my ass. It is huge! He works it in and out, making my ass fit to it. Tears are stinging my eyes again, as my hands are trying to grip air. “Bare down doll, take it all the way in. Just like that. Good girl.” It sinks past my rim and fills me completely and solidly. The steel starts to warm inside me. It is heavy. Then I feel the, tail?? There is a tail attached to this thing? I struggle, trying to look, panic taking over. But he holds me down, I can’t move, I can’t breathe. “Shhhhh, calm yourself Barbie. Yes it is a tail. A horse hair tail. You act like a bitch, then I will treat you like one. Now breathe or this next part will be much worse for you.”
I close my eyes, trying to compose the flood of emotion inside me. It is just a tail, just a tail, nothing more, I can do this. Daddy’s hand is rubbing soft circles over my ass and thighs letting me adjust to the thoughts running marathons though my head. Just as I take one long deep breath, that same caring hand lifts and spanks my ass and freaking hard. I jump and cry out in a mixture of pain and shock. This is it, my real punishment is about to begin. He is harsh, almost brutal, as he rains his palm down on my ass cheeks and thighs. The pain makes me struggle as first, it is too much too fast, I can’t think of anything but the pain. I can’t do this, I have to make him stop, I can’t, no, no, need to stop, safe word, what is my safe word, I can’t, make it stop! That is when is hits me. When the wall before me breaks, when the pain takes over my body, and the bliss sets in, when I fly. He doesn’t stop or let up. Daddy knows how to play with his Barbie doll, how to make her whimpers and moans into a song made just for his ears. The bulge in his pants is crushing into my side, as my pussy is running my honey into his dress pants. My ass and thighs are screaming out in pain, and I know I will wear the bruises for a week.
All of a sudden, Daddy lifts me and I am thrown over the arm of the leather sofa, I can see us in the mirror of the fireplace. The tears are now flowing down my face, making a mess of my makeup, as I see him looking at his handy work while freeing his huge cock from his pants. He doesn’t take them off, knowing the roughness of them will make my ass chant with every thrust. Gawd this man is so good to me. I close my eyes when I see him pump his cock a few times and steps toward me. The moan cannot be contained as I feel him push hard and deep inside my cunt in one hard thrust. He stops for a moment, but just a moment, before he starts in. I feel it when he grabs the tail and lift it high, changing the pressure inside me and I scream out. It is like it is pushing on my G spot though my ass. How can that even happen? “That’s it doll, you know you need this. To be treated like the slut you are, and it is your own fault. Letting that prick touch what I own! How can I keep you safe if you go and do stupid things?”
He fucks me for what seems like hours, as I struggle under him. I watch in the mirror, it is viciously beautiful how much he loves me. How he has to possess me and take me. Make me understand his ways. My whimpers go ignored, as he takes. The need inside me to cum is so incredible, “Please Daddy please may Your baby girl cum for you??” I am thrashing under his pounding need, my clit rubbing on the leather arm.
“No.” is all he says. But the plug starts to move with him and I am crying out in pain and wonder. In the mirror I see his hand is wrapped around the plug and he is fucking me with the plug and his cock. I can’t breathe, I can’t watch this and I turn my head. OMG I need to cum! Holy Shit! “This what you want slut? To be fucked by two men? To be used as a common whore, a fuck toy? Huh? Huh? Answer me bitch!”
“YESSSSSSSS DADDY!” The screaming moan wracks from my throat as that is all I see in my head is Donny and Daddy fucking me at the club and holy hell I want it, and badly. My cunt is spraying out juices every time he pulls back, I can feel it running down my legs.
“Cum you bitch whore, CUM RIGHT NOW!”
I scream and come apart at the seams as I push up on my arms, arching high. My world shatters, bits of myself explode into the room. “Don’t you dare stop cumming whore! Cum again!” I don’t know if I cum again or get keep cumming. The world seems to spin around us as I feel Daddy fill me with cum, feel my own juices mixing with his, as the room takes on the scent of pure sex.
There is no way of knowing how much time has passed, but when I open my eyes I am in Daddy’s arms as we sit on the floor at the end of the sofa. He places soft kisses on my nose as he gently wipes the tears from my cheeks. “Hey baby girl.” The smile on his lips just melts me.
“Hey Daddy.” I return his smile.
“All better, pretty girl. It is all over, you did good. Daddy is so proud of you.” The words wrap around my heart, making me wonder what I would ever do without him. Kisses cover my face, until he makes his way to my mouth where they deepen, grow with passion and love. I shift to put my arms around him, wincing as I notice the tail is still there. Daddy’s lips curl up, those eyes of his start to twinkle. Oh no, this is not good. “Yes baby, well maybe not all over yet. To finish your punishment, the tail stays in till morning, to remind you who owns that ass.” I gasp, how am I supposed to sleep with a tail up my ass? But the look of satisfaction on his face is priceless, and makes me laugh. I love this man, I belong to him, and with him I can endure anything. Maybe even the club next weekend, a Barbie can only hope.
Note: This story is a sequel to Controlling Daughter.
I opened my eyes a little after eight the next morning. Susan had left over an hour before with Carla James to visit Carla’s mother in a town not far away. It would be an all day affair and I didn’t expect my wife to return home until late evening. I had the day to myself and I lay in the bed for a few lazy minutes planning my day when suddenly the events of the night before came back in vivid clarity.
My cock was instantly hard as I remembered my sexy daughter spanking my ass, teasing my hard cock and licking my asshole. In all of my years I had never experienced what many would call kinky sex. The images of her toes in my mouth, my tongue gliding between them and over the soft, pink soles of her sexy feet, the feel of her wet little cunt around my thick cock, brought a long, loud groan to my mouth.
I got up finally and hit the shower. While I stood under the hot spray of water the urge to jack off was overwhelming, yet I maintained some restraint. I could still hear Becky’s voice telling me that I was hers from now on and she intended to spend a lot of time fucking me. The last thing I wanted to do at that moment was waste any cum since I was looking forward to another hot time with my daughter that day. Susan would be gone all day and that made plenty of time for my little girl to once again take control of me.
I padded barefoot down the hall to Becky’s room to say good morning. The door was open and the room was empty. I checked the den and the patio, then the kitchen, without seeing a sign of my sexy little girl. I was disappointed. I was just finishing breakfast when I found a note attached to the refrigerator with a magnet.
Come down to your workshop, daddy, it read. I looked at the locked door and smiled. I knew what the cryptic note meant and I was instantly glad that I had worn nothing under my robe. I opened the door to the basement and hurried down the steep wooden stairs. As it had been last night, the lights in the immediate area of my shop were out, but a light filtered from the area where Becky and I had made love last night.
I came to a complete halt when I rounded the corner and saw Becky and her longtime friend Samantha. Then it came back to me, an important piece of the night before that I had forgotten. Becky had told me that Sam wanted to fuck me. Both girls sat on the old comfortable sofa, dressed in robes staring at me. It was obvious from the way they were dressed that both girls had something else in mind other than kicking back in the old man’s hideaway.
“Hi, daddy!” Becky chirped. “You sleep good last night?”
“I, uh, yeah, I slept ok,” I stammered. Then, looking at Sam, added, “Hi, Sam.”
“Hi, Mr. Bryant,” she said with a smile. Her voice held a rather sumptuous tone, one I’d never heard from her before.
“We’ve been talking about you, daddy.”
“Oh, yes,” she giggled, as she cast a look at Sam. “I, um, told her how sexy my daddy is.”
“Yeah, Mr. B.” Sam’s light gray eyes dropped briefly to the midsection of my robe.
“Take your robe off, daddy,” Becky said, her tone light but commanding.
I will admit I was a little uncomfortable with undressing in front of these two young, sexy girls. Had it just been Becky, there wouldn’t have been a problem considering what had happened the night before. And, even though my daughter told me that Sam wanted to fuck me, the idea of stripping down to nothing in front of them was a little awkward for me.
“You know the rules, daddy,” Becky said in that soft commanding voice I was beginning to get used to. “You belong to me now and you will obey me.”
“Take your robe off, Mr. B.,” Sam added with that delightfully sultry voice.
I sucked in a big breath of air and let it out as I slowly shrugged out of my robe. I stood in front of Becky and Sam, completely naked while they were still dressed. There is something wicked and naughty about being the only one naked, which probably makes me an exhibitionist.
“Oh, it’s gorgeous!” Sam exclaimed as she stared at my semi-hard cock.
“What did I tell you,” my daughter chuckled. “My daddy has a nice cock and it feels so nice in a girl’s cunt!”
“How big is your cock, Mr. B.?” Sam asked, her eyes wide and staring.
“Seven inches,” I said, my voice little more than a gasp.
“It’s so fat!” Sam’s voice clearly indicated her admiration.
“Are you ready to service us, daddy?”
At that moment I was ready to do anything my daughter asked me to do. Then, again, I didn’t really have much to say since she had already set the rules last night. I belonged to Becky and I was bound to her in such I way that I could not disobey her, and much of that was due to the fact that I wanted her to control me. I wanted to be submissive to Becky.
“Yes,” I managed to say.
“Take off your robe, Samantha,” Becky said with her lovely eyes on me. “Daddy is going to eat your delicious asshole.”
“Fuck, yeah!” Sam exclaimed.
Sam stood and slipped out of the terrycloth robe she wore and I groaned loudly when I say her naked body. She was short like Becky, her skin soft and pale with a light smattering of freckles on her pert nose, shoulders and slender thighs. Her pussy was shaved, the lips pink and glistening with her juices. Her small tits were cone shaped with fat pink nipples that were hard and ready to be sucked.
“You like my body, Mr. B.?”
“I love it, Sam!” I gasped.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time,” she said as she walked to where I stood. Sam touched the tip of one long finger to my chest and let it slowly make the journey down across my stomach to the thick patch of pubic hair. “Becky says you’re a nasty boy and I love nasty boys!”
I gasped loudly when she started caressing the underside of my cock with a fingernail. The action was a repeat of what my sexy daughter had done to me the night before and the feeling was exquisite. My legs began to tremble and I stood in front of this sexy young girl as she teased my hard cock until I thought I would scream with desire. I didn’t move or touch her because Becky hadn’t given me permission.. I still remembered the rules.
“You can touch her, daddy,” Becky said suddenly as if she had read my mind. “I want to watch my daddy fuck my best friend and lover.”
“That’s right,” Sam chuckled in that low, sexy voice as she read the surprised look on my face. “Becky and I have been lovers for a couple of years.”
“That is so hot!” My voice had become shaky with lust and I sucked in a big breath.
“Make love to me, baby,” Sam said, her face twisted into a wild look of lust and desire, her beautiful eyes locked onto mine. “Start with my shithole!”
Sam turned and bent over at the waist and placed her hands, palms down, on the coffee table. She spread her legs wide and I stared at her lovely pale ass for a moment before dropping to my knees behind her. Her cheeks were spread wide with the way she was positioned and I could easily see her sopping wet pussy. But it was Sam’s pink little asshole that drew my attention. Without waiting I pressed my face eagerly between her cheeks and began to lick her crack. My tongue traveled slowly up and down the sexy redhead’s ass crack, licking and savoring her sweet taste. She groaned her pleasure loud and long.
“Lick her nasty ass, daddy!” Becky hissed.
“Oh, fuck, yeah!” Sam cried out. She pressed her lovely ass hard against my eager face.
I stuck a middle finger into my mouth and got it wet, then pressed it against Sam’s tight, pink asshole that was already wet with saliva from my tongue. I pushed and watched through lust-glazed eyes as it sank into her ass. She squealed with delight and tiny whimpering sounds came from her mouth.
“Such a nice little-girl ass!” I said with a lust-filled voice.
“You like little girls, don’t you, daddy?” my daughter asked as she slipped from the sofa to the floor beside me.
“Rim her ass! Push your greedy tongue into her asshole!”
I groaned with unbridled ecstasy, removed my finger and began to probe Sam’s sexy asshole with my tongue. Sam began to grunt and writhe, as I loved her little asshole. When I slipped a finger deep into her pussy, Sam screamed. Her voice, so sexy and feminine and young, sent shivers of delight deep into my belly.
“Kiss me, Becky!” she cried out.
My daughter scooted around to the coffee table, planted her sexy ass on it and took her friend’s face into her hands. I watched in amazement as my daughter and her best friend kissed deeply and passionately. Their faces twisted side to side as their lips and tongues consumed each other.
“Your daddy is so hot, Becky!”
“Wait until he shoves his cock into your cunt!”
It’s difficult to find an analogy that adequately describes how I felt watching my daughter and her best friend kiss deeply, their tongues clashing with hot, blistering passion. Their lips made smacking sounds as they kissed and both girls groaned with loud unbridled desire while their hands caressed and explored. My own desire continued to swell and pulsate with each second that I bathed Sam’s hot puckered hole with my greedy tongue.
Sam’s lips kissed my daughter’s face and neck; her tongue licked and tasted Becky’s soft skin, while my daughter’s pretty eyes locked onto mine. I could see the passion in her eyes and in the way her lips trembled with desire. When Sam began to lick the small, soft globes of Becky’s tits, the young raven haired beauty gasped loudly.
I turned around and rolled onto my back, then scooted under Sam until her wet, slippery cunny was just above my face. With a squeal of delight, she lowered her pussy and I began to eat the soft pink meat ravenously. I groaned forcefully. It was so damned intoxicating that I felt dizzy with the pleasure that flashed through my sex-numbed brain. I lay on the floor with a most desirable young girl’s wet pussy rubbing my greedy mouth in tiny, quick circular motions, my hands caressing her soft hips and thighs.
“Fuck, yes!” Sam cried out. “Eat my cunt, Mr. B.!”
“Such a nice little pussy!” I groaned. “So wet and hot!”
“MMMMM! My daddy likes little-girl cunts!”
“That’s it, Mr. B.!” Sam cried out. “Suck my clit!”
I squeezed her soft ass cheeks while I attacked her pussy with my tongue and lips. While Sam ate my daughter’s tits, I slipped a finger into her pussy, then a second and a third. Sam’s hips began to rock wildly as I pumped her wet fuck hole with three fat fingers. When my fingers were wet and slippery with the young redhead’s pussy juice I pulled them out and pressed the middle finger to her small, wrinkled asshole and pushed. She screamed her delight when I sank my finger deep into her ass and began pumping it hard and fast.
“Oh, Fuck! Yessssssssss! Finger-fuck my asshole”
Sam was hot. She dropped her head between Becky’s spread legs and began to devour my daughter’s pussy with her mouth. I head my daughter scream and heard the creaking of wood being jostled around forcefully as my daughter’s hips began to rock madly. Sam had slipped beyond the boundaries of sanity and reasoning as she suddenly began to convulse frantically with orgasm. I pumped her asshole with a fat middle finger and sucked on her clit while she screamed into Becky’s pussy.
I held onto Sam’s wildly gyrating hips as her pussy rubbed my mouth until the spasms subsided and she collapsed with her head between my daughter’s spread legs. She gasped for breath and I could feel the tremors that still shook her small body. I got onto my knees just behind her and began to plant small kisses on her soft back while I reached under her and began to caress her tits and tummy.
“That was so fucking good!” she exclaimed.
“What did I tell you?” Becky grinned as she cut her eyes toward me.
“Do you still want to have my baby, Sam?” I asked softly.
Sam looked over her shoulder and grinned at me. “Oh, fuck, yes! I’ve wanted you to breed me for so long now!”
“Yeah, daddy, fair is fair.” Becky had a knowing smile on her face and the cryptic words piqued my interest.
“What’s fair?” I asked playing along.
“Well…” And the two girls laughed as they traded a look. “I’m late, daddy. I should have had my period two weeks ago and I bought a tester at the drug store. I’m pregnant and the only man I’ve been fucking for the past two months is Mr. Tyler.”
I stared at my daughter for at least two full minutes without saying a word. Curiously, Becky’s admission that she’s been fucking Harold Tyler, a good friend and neighbor, over the past two months didn’t bother me. Of course, after what I had done with my daughter and what I was about to do to his, sort of leveled the playing field. What was incredible to me was that Becky was pregnant with Harry’s baby and that knowledge began to stoke the fire of my lust to a bright, white-hot flame.
“So, are you gonna make a baby in me, Mr. B.?” Sam’s voice was soft and hesitant and I could tell she was unsure – mostly because of the long pause as I digested the startling information.
“I’m going to shove my cock in your hot little cunt, Sam, and fuck you until I fill you up with my baby seed!”
“Fuck her, daddy! Make a baby in her!”
I touched the head of my cock to the delightful little redhead’s pussy and moved it up and down a few times between her wet, slippery lips. Then I positioned it at the entrance to her hot fuck hole and pushed hard, both of us gasping with pleasure when the head spread her lips and sank deep inside of her.
As I began to fuck Sam’s pussy with slow, hard thrusts, she quickly buried her face back between my daughter’s wide, spread legs. Becky’s eyes, which had been on mine, glazed over as her friend’s tongue began to once again devour her steamy wet pussy. I couldn’t believe that I was on my knees behind a sexy young girl, fucking her hot pussy that felt like wet satin to my hard, throbbing cock while she ate my daughter’s pussy. It was the most erotic experience of my life!
I caught Sam’s tits that were swinging madly and began to fondle them. She groaned her approval into Becky’s cunt while my fingers pulled, pinched and twisted her delicious hard nipples. The three of us were panting and gasping as we fucked, sucked and licked each other. Sam’s tight little cunt was like a velvet glove around the fat shaft of my raging hard cock.
“You like that, baby?” I gasped as I pounded her pussy. “You like my cock in your cunt?”
“Oh, fuck, yes! You feel so good!”
“It makes me so hot to watch you fuck my lover’s pussy, daddy!” Becky exclaimed breathlessly. “Now I want to see her tummy get big with your baby in her!”
“Make a baby in me, Mr. B.!” Sam whimpered into my daughter’s sopping wet gash.
“I think both of you should start calling me Jim,” I said. “Especially you, Sam, if you’re going to have my baby.”
“MMMMM! I like that!” Sam hissed.
My baby girl was beginning to grow more and more excited as Sam continued to consume her pussy. I could see her desire and the hot, steamy lust in her expression as she stared at me. She was leaning back a little with her hands, palms down, resting her weight on the table
“Does it make you hot to know I’m pregnant with Mr. Tyler’s baby, daddy?” Becky asked with a smile on her lust-filled face.
“Oh, yes, baby! I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’ll look with a baby in your tummy!”
“And now you’re going to make my best friend pregnant!”
“Oh, fuck!” I groaned. The idea of making the delightful little redhead pregnant nearly caused me to blow my seed into her cunt before I was ready. I was trying valiantly to make myself last the course. “Sam is so beautiful and I can’t believe she wants to have my baby!”
Sam groaned as she ate my daughter’s pussy and shoved her sweet ass back hard against me. I let go of her tits and began to fuck her harder and faster, shoving her pretty face harder against Becky’s steamy cunt, which caused my daughter to cry out with pleasure. Then, without a word, Becky raised her sexy feet and settled them gently on Sam’s back.
“Lick my feet, daddy!” Becky said breathlessly, her pretty eyes on me. “Suck my toes and lick my feet like you did last night.”
I grabbed both of my daughter’s feet and raised them to my mouth. I became an animal as harsh, guttural sounds issued strongly from my mouth. I sucked a big toe deep into my mouth and began to suck it as I would one of her fat nipples. She whimpered with delight. I began to swirl my tongue around her big toe, licking and sucking it as she roughly fondled her tits. I took all of her toes into my mouth and loved them until I saw the stirrings of Becky’s approaching orgasm. I licked the soft, pink soles, kissed them and pressed them hard against my face.
Becky began thrashing, bucking wildly as she suddenly exploded into orgasm. Seeing my little girl cumming from the attention of another girl’s mouth brought me to the edge and I erupted deep inside of Sam’s pussy. I dropped Becky’s feet and reached under Sam, found her clit and began to rub it furiously. The combination of my finger rubbing her clit and the sudden explosion of cum inside of her, brought the cute redhead to a mind-numbing orgasm.
* * * * *
Several long minutes later I lay on the floor on my back with Sam on one side and Becky on the other. I held both of the girls against me tightly as our bodies trembled. Two long, soft legs were entwined with mine as they lay close, their hands lightly caressing my chest and stomach. Looking down over my stomach I could see my limp cock glistening with Sam’s pussy juices and her cum.
“Thank you, daddy,” Becky said raising her head and looking into my eyes. “You are so hot!”
“I think I should be thanking both of you,” I chuckled lightly. “Last night and today has been the most incredible time of my life!”
“You are so sexy, Jim,” Sam murmured, raising up and looking at me. Then she lightly touched her lips to mine and kissed me softly. “I’ve wanted you so badly for so long.”
“And now you have each other,” Becky smiled.
“You know,” I said hesitantly, as a thought came to mind that I didn’t think either girl had considered. For that matter, it looked as though I hadn’t though of it. “Have either of you thought about your mothers? While Harry and I would love this arrangement, I doubt your mothers are going to be thrilled about us making you girls pregnant.”
“I think that’s a little late, daddy,” Becky laughed. “At least for me it is.”
“And it will be too late for me, Jim,” Sam said. “You and are going to make a baby today.”
“Besides, Sam and I have all of the bases covered,” my daughter put in. “We’ve already seduced her mom and she’s thrilled about our plan.”
“Wait a second,” I said quickly. “What plan?”
Becky looked at me with an exasperated look on her face. “After you make a baby in Sam, we’re gonna change places. I’m going to move in with Harry and Gina and Sam will move in with you and mom.”
“Well…” I started laughing. It was the craziest plan I had ever heard of, not to mention the most impractical. “You may have seduced Gina and she might be all for your plan but your mother is gonna go nuts. Trust me…I know your mother, baby.”
“Trust me, daddy,” Becky said with that knowing smile of hers. “This plan is going to work.”
Suddenly, I felt a small, soft hand on my cock and I looked down to see Sam’s fingers curling around the limp shaft. Then, without a word, Becky began to suck and nibble on my right nipple while Sam attacked the other. Together, in the small space of maybe fifteen seconds, they had my cock hard and throbbing again. I couldn’t believe it! I was hard again!
“We have a baby to make,” Sam said softly as she gently kissed my lips.
“You know what I said last night about me owning you, daddy?” my daughter asked. When I nodded she said, “Now you belong to Sam. Whatever she says, you have to obey her.”
I was aroused awake by the soft, effeminate voice of me late-teen daughter Lacey calling “Daddy, I’m home, wake up, sleepy-head,” while her soft little hands were groping to massage my dick through my boxers. I was in one of those deep slumbers that it took a few moments just to realize who the fuck I was, but peeling open an eyelid I saw my clock reporting the time a little past 10 am, and Lacey’s grinning sexy face was leaning over me. The urgent fondling of my cock and balls through my thin cotton boxers made me roll onto my back, my disheveled sheets strewn away from me, so Lacey had complete access to my crotch.
She was in the same outfit I put on her last night when she left for her date — pink front-button blouse, super-tight to show off her b-cups and cut short to reveal her flat tanned tummy, with white Capri pants so tight they looked painted onto her thin thighs. Lacey’s long blonde hair, which was full of curls last night, was now droopy and dirty, even matted in places — definitely unclean, frizzy, mangled. But even with messy hair she looked so deliciously sexy me, although I suppose you’d expect her own father to say that.
Lacey had one knee on the bed next to me, her other foot on the floor, as she leaned over with both hands on my boxers. One hand was pulling open the hole of the boxers, while her other hand was reaching inside to fish out her daddy’s penis. I must have been soft when she found me sleeping, but now I was a good semi-hard and heading quickly to a full erection. As she exposed my cock her soft little hand expertly started to stroke it up and down, not too much pressure, just loving attention, until her daddy was becoming rigid and hot in her hand.
“Mmm I missed you last night, Daddy,” Lacey moaned just before she bent over and licked her tongue around the soft head of my penis. I groaned, my hands racing to stuff a pillow behind my neck and back so I could watch her work on my cock. I kept my thighs parted for her, my balls straining against my now-useless briefs, with my naked dick pointing up at the ceiling in her hand and against her tongue. The 19 year old swirled her lips and tongue in circles around the soft bulbous head, tasting her daddy’s precum, then a few moments later her lips closed on it sucking my cockhead, and only it, into her mouth, where she bathed it in warm, sticky saliva.
“Oh fuck honey,” groaned her now totally awake daddy. I gripped the bedsheets under me, wanting to just savagely fuck her hot mouth like I know she loves. But I remained still on the bed, allowing her to savor and suck my penis and cockhead as she wanted. Her hand around my base was not pumping but holding me firmly, pointing my dick into her mouth. With my cockhead in her mouth, she looked up at my face, laughing with her eyes, then she allowed my cock to drop out of her hand and mouth onto my abdomen. She lowered her head more, her messy golden locks falling to tickle my stomach, and with her tongue stuck out she began licking from the base of my cock to the soft round head, then back down the shaft to the base where my cock disappeared in my underwear.
My body on fire from the pleasure Lacey was giving me, as she always gave me, I forced out something comprehensible. “So — oh god that’s so good, ooh — so did you have a good time baby?”
She finished licking back to the head of my dick, then she paused to push her tangled hair over and behind her ear, which worked to keep just a few strands in place. Sitting upright on her butt next to me, Lacey had one hand out on my dick, which she softly held and began to pump in slow, luxurious strokes. I felt her thumb sticking up on her hand, rubbing my wet cockhead in circles as her palm and fingers ascended my shaft, only to descend back down then come up again. “Yeah I did, it was cool.” She had that know-it-all grin, her thin pink lips turned up with a big smile. She always played it calm and understated when she got home from her dates.
“So,” I asked slowly, furiously thinking if she told me last night who the lucky date was, “did um, did you tell me who it was, or did I forget?”
Lacey stuck her tongue out a quarter-inch and bit it in her teeth as she winced in a half-guilty pout. “Oh Daddy no I didn’t tell you, I thought you like surprises.” Her hand squeezed my cock harder for a second, making my pelvis jerk up, drawing another giggle from her. “He was a doctor, I met him on the Internet, he was here for a convention or something.”
From deep in my lust I exclaimed a low, pleasured grunt of satisfaction. Not having any more details, I knew I loved this story already. “Another guy from the internet huh — wow — how was he, how old, I guess you went to his hotel?”
“Mmm, Daddy,” Lacey sighed, holding my cock at its base so it stuck up at the sky, as she leaned over again. I watched my slutty daughter take my cockhead into her thin face, sucking it as her cheeks flexed inward from the vacuum she was creating, and she sucked a few inches of my erection into her wet young mouth. Placing both hands flat on my abdomen and shorts around my dick, she began working her mouth up and down my shaft, stuffing my cock deeper in her mouth and against her tongue with each thrust downward. Her eyes looked over at me, ensuring I was watching this, and indeed my gaze was riveted on the sight of my throbbing penis disappearing down her mouth and throat. Lacey is such a fucking expert cocksucker, and I swear she sucks cocks just to see a guy’s reaction. Since she started sucking and fucking me about a year ago, I must have had over one a day from her on average — you know, sometimes I try to get multiple BJs to make up for lost days.
She didn’t answer my question about her date, instead using her lips and tongue to make her daddy’s cock totally engorged, so I was completely lusting for her. Finally, after a couple of minutes of sucking and mouthfucking, she leaned up again. Her hand found my penis drooling in her saliva, squishy and gooey and sticky, and she began jerking it forcefully but slowly. The outer skin of my dick moved under her sticky hand, and her thumb kept rubbing my cockhead each time her hand was at the top of my shaft. “He was nice, Daddy,” Lacey finally informed me, her eyes watching my erection, “he’s really handsome, and works out good.”
My slender daughter was now sliding her body down the bed, crawling between my spread-open legs. Sitting on her ankles between my knees, she was working to stretch my boxers over my erection so she could strip me naked. I sucked in my gut and pulled my ass down so she could stretch the boxers, but you know, sometimes you just can’ t pull a hard dick out of the eyehole of underwear. She laughed after a couple of efforts, then finally with a little pain, my whole cock squeezed through the small hole. With a little cheer of “yea!” from the former head cheerleader, Lacey pulled my boxers down my hairy legs and tossed them away so her daddy was totally naked. Instantly she put her hands on my knees and spread me legs wide open, and falling forward she rubbed her slender exquisite face against my shaved balls and throbbing penis. Moaning with familiar delight, her tongue darted out licking my shaft as her cheeks and nose rubbed along my aching penis for a few moment.
When her face was nicely soiled in her own saliva and my precum, she moved up a few inches and took the head of my dick back inside her little lips; and moving her torso up more, she bent down her head to swallow half of my dick into her mouth. I felt my fat head against the back of her tight mouth, where her tongue’s base moved into her throat. Lacey gulped and pushed down more, and now my penis was stretching inside her throat. She was swallowing me, the little whore. She pushed down her mouth and lips until her lips were against the base of my cock, and daddy’s big hard dick was now stuffed up inside her throat and neck. Her little body shook at the depths of my cock, and she made little moaning noises, slightly discomforted by her deep-throating. Looking up at me for a few moments, she slammed down on my dick as hard as her face could, sticking my cockhead into her neck, stretching her throat, and she let daddy feel how tight her tube was around my fat pulsating penis.
At last, god twenty seconds or more, she pulled up, gasping for air with a big gulp, and as her mouth pulled off of me, a thick swarm of mucus was dripping down my cock, with a strand like a wet bridge from the tip of my dick to her lips. She smiled at my messy cock, and after swallowing a couple of times to regain her sensibilities, she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and began licking off the throat mucus from my penis. Her licking was loud, you could hear her tongue and lips sucking off the messy goo all over my erection.
I almost had to contain myself from laughing, I mean, watching my 19 year old blonde daughter licking off her messy gooey yellow-green mucus from my cock was almost too hot to believe, and it wasn’t every day she deep-throated me. “Whats the matta, baby,” I asked in a low surly voice, “you seem awful horny this morning, didn’t you get fucked?”
She laughed at the ridiculous comment, but keeping to her usual game plan of withholding information as long as she could, she just smiled up at me. “Why, can’t I please my Daddy?” And keeping her eyes on mine, she put her mouth over my balls and began licking my salty scrotum.
Fuck that felt good. I reached to my knees, pulling them way back, exposing my balls and asshole to her. “Awww Lacey fuck that’s nice,” my eyes rolled as I droned on, “ahhh yeah sweetie, mmm suck em.” But not forgetting what I wanted to know, I more pointedly demanded of her, “So tell me baby, was he a good fuck?”
“Uh huh,” her quiet reply came as her tongue and lips were busy sucking her daddy’s balls, “yeah he was.”
My cock throbbed a little hotter, knowing for sure she got laid last night. “So didn’t he fuck you this morning, is that why you’re so horny?”
Her eyes were smiling at me, as her nose and mouth were against my cock and balls. I saw her shrug, and she leaned up, her mouth dripping with saliva. “Mmm he did Daddy, when we woke up — and, uh, after our shower together.” She said it so matter-of-factly, but she was watching me, knowing how horny with lust her answer would make her daddy. Seeing that indeed I was stirring with more frenzy for her, she sat upright, her little ass on her thin ankles, and she reached two hands forward to my dick. Cupping my balls with one hand, her other hand began stroking me, my thick hard shaft lubricated from her saliva and mucus. “He gave it to me good this morning Daddy, he said he wanted to get fucked good before he had to go fly home to his ugly wife.”
I was chuckling from her self-confidence. Her hand felt so fucking good around my hard wet shaft, my pelvis was staring to gyrate, pumping my dick up and down in her fist. “You just don’t deep-throat me much, was wondering why you came home so horny.”
Her eyes looked down at my cock stuffed up between her little fingers and palm, then she smiled back at me. “‘Cause I sucked him off in his car too, and I was just like horny ya know.”
“Where in his car baby, at the airport or at the hotel something?”
“No, Daddy,” she grinned, taking her hand off my balls a moment to push her messy hair back over her ears and out of her eyes, “he dropped me off going to the airport.”
The logical conclusion of the details made my cock seem to get twice as hard in her hand. “So, you telling me, honey, that while your daddy was upstairs asleep, you were down in the driveway sucking off some other man’s big penis?”
Her thin sexy body with the perky b-cup tits shivered from the way I described it, but she didn’t stop jerking off my fat meat, and she looked at me with sincere trust. “Well of course Daddy, I had to say goodbye to him.”
“Ooh that’s a nice thought,” I responded with a grin. “Nothing like saying goodbye by letting a man squirt all over your face — or down your throat?”
“Mmm,” she moaned as her eyes rolled, and I saw her tongue lick her lips, “down my throat Daddy!”
The thought of another man squirting his semen into Lacey’s throat on my own fucking driveway, in some cheap rental car he was about to return to the airport, was about to make my cock squirt too. I was so full of lust I just wanted to unload my morning jism into Lacey’s mouth or all over her gorgeous fucking teenage face; and her sexy hands squeezing my cock was going to make it happen. So, not wanting to cum yet but totally hot for her morning antics, I leaned upright and put my hands under her armpits. I lifted her torso up too, so her hands moved away from my cock, as I brought her face towards mine. “God you’re so hot,” I moaned, just before my lips touched hers. Immediately she opened her mouth and offered me her tongue, which I sucked into my mouth and started squeezing and sucking it. Daddy and daughter intensely sucked face, tongues sliding over each other, her damp messy hands flat on my hairy chest, moaning from the pressure of our lips locked together.
Breaking our kiss, panting, I pushed her to stand on her knees between my thighs, and I lowered my face past her sexy teenage tits in her thin tight pink blouse. Pointing at her flat tanned tummy just under her short blouse, and putting my hand flat against it, I smiled up at her, moaning, “Mmm so this hot doctor’s cum is right here inside my babygirl?” Lacey giggled and arched her back, hands on her hips, making her flat tummy stick forward. I was already level with her tummy, just above her belly-button (an “innie,” if you’re asking), and I planted a wet, loving kiss on her soft bald tummy. My kiss turned into a couple of flicks of my tongue, making her giggle, leaving a little wet spot on her skin.
Pushing back from her, sliding my hands from her armpits to her hips, I let her watch me admire the mess in her hair. “Looks like this hot doctor also splattered himself all over your face and hair, baby.”
Lacey beamed proudly, brushing tufts of tangled messy hair over her shoulder and twirling a finger through some strands near her forehead that remained curled. “Yeah, once last night.”
“I see.” I couldn’t hide my grin, and it was making Lacey laugh. “And what else — did this hot doctor get to squirt his cum into my baby princess’s tight little pussy?”
She nodded as she giggled in delight. “Oh yeah, a few times Daddy.”
“Oh, a few times huh? My my, fucking like rabbits weren’t ya.” My smile showed I didn’t have an iota of objection. My hands were sliding to the button on her white Capris. “So let’s let Daddy see where he put all that cum.”
Her grin turned to a little pout, and her hands intercepted my wrists, holding me back. “Daddy, I’m so sore this morning.” I could see from her eyes that she wasn’t kidding. “We fucked so much, I hardly slept and don’t think I can again for a while.”
I was so horny, I wasn’t about to be stopped. “I didn’t say I wanted to fuck you too, baby, I just wanna see where he put it.” She allowed me to push her onto her back on my bed, and she dutifully put her knees together as I unfastened her Capris then peeled them off. Instantly I saw she wasn’t wearing her thong. “Where’s that lacy thong I put on you last night?”
Lacey pretended to think about it like she didn’t know, but then she offered, “I let him have it Daddy, a little present.”
“Oh, a present huh, maybe so he could give his wife?” I laughed, and she retorted, “Don’t think so!” and laughed with me. I was already pulling her pants off of her ankles, exposing her shaved bald cuntlips and her creamy tanned legs. Spreading open her knees, I gazed at the pussy that I had carefully shaved last night before she left on her date. Her pouty pink vaginal lips were glistening with beads of liquid, shimmering in the morning sunlight. God, I thought, staring at my daughter’s naked twat as she pulled her legs back for me, how fucking hot is that image. I looked at her spread-open pussy, picturing some stranger she just met in person yesterday night, stuffing his fat adult penis into that cunt right there, making her moan and scream, and shooting cum into her womb. (Ok, ok, she’s on Ortho, but still.) THAT pussy, right there, got fucked by some convention-attending doctor stud. It was making me so fucking hot to fuck her myself, although I knew I wouldn’t because she asked me not to.
She saw me admiring her cunt, and she undulated her hips a little for effect. If she was trying to get me to fuck her, it was working, so I just mumbled what a tease she was. Then a little louder I asked, “So tell me Lacey, what were the very first words out of your mouth after he saw your shaved pussy for the first time last night?”
“Hmm, my very first words,” she moaned, thinking to herself, watching me watch her gyrating pelvis and teenage cunt, “well I just sucked him off and he wanted to eat me, so I was like, ‘eat my cunt, eat it.’” Her nasty mouth in its high-pitch squeal is such a turn-on to me, and seeing and smelling her tasty pussy while hearing her talk like a hooker was making my naked penis throb even harder for an orgasm. And she knew the effect of those words on me, I taught her to talk like a cumloving slut. “And Daddy, he just buried his tongue so deep in me, oh god Daddy, it was so hot, he made me cum so hard in his mouth Daddy, he made me scream for him.”
“Did he now?” I was trying my best not to jump her, but she is so fucking hot. Since she ruled her pussy off-limits, I was now eyeing her tits. I crawls next to her writhing body, reaching out to unbutton her blouse. Her back was arching, those hard nipples sticking through the material of her blouse and bra. I exposed her bra then just pulled it up over her breasts, not bothering to unhook it. Her pale-white tits, with deep bronze tanlines forming a white triangle around her pink nipples, pointed at the ceiling. She sat up to pull off her blouse and the bra, and while I watched I asked more about her night. “So how long after you met him did you blow him?”
Lacey thought about her answer while she pulled off her bra and blouse. Lying flat on her back again, now totally naked, spreading her tanned thighs for her father, she answered me while reaching out for my penis. “It wasn’t right away,” she explained, “he took me to a fancy dinner with like some stupid old people dancing.”
“Oh a real date,” I giggled, comparing it to most of her recent hookups. I crawled forward on my knees, pushing my pelvis forward, as she grabbed my dick in her hand. I watched her stroke me hardness as I gazed down on her naked body. “Hope the food was good.”
My long-haired blonde daughter giggled. “It was ok, but it was funny.” Some memory was making her giddy. “He like was telling everyone I was like his daughter? And I was calling him Daddy, it was silly, but the waiter like, TOTALLY didn’t believe it.” Her hand was wrapped around my penis the whole time, it was very surreal hearing her talk about calling another man her father. When asked why the waiter “totally” didn’t believe she was the doc’s daughter, she gave me this guilty look. “Cuz um he caught us making out at the table.”
I had to laugh too at that. “You little slut, kissing your daddy at the dinner table.” But the idea was making me so fucking hard. “How about your REAL father takes you out to dinner tonight, but we pretend that you’re not my daughter, we pretend you’re my mistress, and we just totally are all over each other?”
“Mmm I like that Daddy,” Lacey groaned in pleasure, rolling up onto her elbow so she could get her mouth near my penis, “then you can take me home and fuck me like your little slut.” Her eyes locked onto mine, her mouth surrounded the head of my cock and she sucked it noisily, slurping it, drawing it into her mouth. I rocked my hips in a swirling fashion, slowly, pushing my throbbing erection into my slutty teenage daughter’s wet mouth, bit by bit, until my swollen cockhead was against the back of her mouth. Lacey’s tongue lathered the soft underside inside her mouth with warm saliva. Pulling back she closed her tongue and cheeks on my retreating penis, sucking it hard as if to keep it inside her mouth, until just my cockhead was left inside her puffy lips. Then pushing forward I again filled her mouth with cock, right until her eyes rolled from feeling dick at the deepest part of her mouth not yet her throat. Back and forth I went, stuffing my erection in my daughter’s wet inviting mouth then pulling it back out slowly, in and out. Lacey kept herself steady on the bed so I could fuck her mouth, and she made low growling, moaning sounds that added vibrations to the sensation of her fucking. She made it sound like she was in heaven, that’s for sure.
I guess it started when my wife died. That left me alone with my daughter, Misty. I tried my best to be strong for my daughter, but I was deeply, deeply depressed in reality.
That lasted for about a year. Then Misty moved out. She had turned eighteen and I think she needed to get away from my dark moods. I really fell apart then. Misty would come and visit me and she could see I had taken a huge turn for the worse. I think she must have felt guilty about moving out even though I didn’t want her to feel that way.
Sometimes she would do my dishes or laundry and clean up around me. She would always try to cheer me up. She would play happy music on the radio and tell me funny things that had happened to her, trying to get me to laugh. But, I couldn’t be helped. My heart wouldn’t budge. It wasn’t her fault. Sometimes she would get fed up and spend weeks away, but eventually, she always came back to check on me. She loved me even though I couldn’t seem to love her back at that point in my life.
One day she came over and she let herself in when I failed to get up and open the door for her. It was about four in the afternoon, but I was in bed, drifting in and out of sleep. I was in the blackest of moods. My depression was so severe I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed. I heard my daughter knocking, but I couldn’t respond mentally, emotionally or physically.
I was half asleep, dreaming of my dead wife again, but heard Misty walk down the hall. I was half in my dream and half in my waking reality. Somehow I knew I was dreaming and was aware of what I was hearing at the same time, but I couldn’t move. Misty’s steps were tentative, almost fearful. Maybe she was afraid she would find me dead, I don’t know. “Daddy?” came her soft girlish voice, trembling.
My back was to the open door, but I heard her steps reach the door and stop. She must have must have been watching me breathing. She didn’t say anything at first, and then she repeated, “Dad? Victor?” but softer this time as if she wasn’t expecting a reply.
I felt dead. I didn’t reply. I didn’t turn to look. I just lay there, unmoving. The dream of my wife was slipping away with the realization that it was just a dream and with that came the stark realization that she was dead, like I was experiencing her death all over again. There were no more thoughts of grief or anger or loss; there was only my black dead heart. I should have felt something for my daughter, but instead it was as if she wasn’t there at all.
It so happened, in that moment, my dick was hard. It was just one of those hard-ons you get on awakening even though you don’t remember any erotic dreams and you’re not really thinking about sex, but you’re hard anyway for no apparent reason. I should have been alarmed, but I wasn’t even thinking about it. In that moment, I had no thoughts for my daughter or what she might feel.
I still didn’t move when she climbed onto the bed behind me. She lay down on top of the blanket that was over me. I felt her slide up to my back, her abdomen, her soft little breasts, against my back, her knees against my thighs, spooning with me. She wrapped her arm around me with her hand against my stomach near my hard-on. “I love you Daddy,” she whispered in my ear. “I want you to be happy again.”
A decent man would have done something, but I didn’t. I wasn’t a decent man anymore. I was completely possessed by my self pity and self loathing. I ignored my daughter.
We lay there for I don’t know how long, the warmth of her lithe body against mine, a blanket in between us, feeling each others’ breathing.
“I would do anything to make you happy again,” she whispered after a time.
Still I did not move or respond. I knew there was nothing she could do to bring my wife back. Nothing else mattered to me at that point in my life.
Then, she shifted her hand and her fingers brushed against the protrusion in the blanket caused by my erection. She brushed her fingers against it a second time as if she wasn’t sure what she was feeling, then she felt it’s shape through the blanket by running her fingers along its length. She drew her hand back instantly. “Oh, Dad!” she exclaimed, startled.
I felt her body move back from mine, but she was still on the bed. “Dad? Is that . . . is that your . . . penis?” she inquired, the word “penis” came out of her mouth awkwardly like she was trying to pronounce a strange word from a foreign language. “What’s going on?” she asked with a hint of alarm, her voice stronger now, but still trembling with emotion.
“Dad?” she asked simply when I didn’t respond. I felt her sit up to get a better view of my front side. Maybe she wasn’t convinced it was really my penis because she reached around me again and flicked my hard dick with her finger. But still there must have been doubt against the obvious fact of it, because she wrapped her fingers around the blanket covering my penis feeling the shape of it. I felt my daughter’s hand squeeze around me then, feeling my hardness. My penis twitched involuntarily in her grasp. “Ew!” she jerked back like she’d touched a poison viper, “you’re hard!”
Finally, I was shocked out of my stupor. My dream was forgotten, replaced by shame and anger at myself for not stopping my daughter before she touched me. There was also fear, fear of what she would think of me. But undeniably, there was another feeling, maybe even stronger than my other feelings—the sexual shock of her touch. It had been such a long time since I had felt it, pleasure and excitement; no matter that it was my daughter’s hand on me.
After a pause, she tried, “Dad, are you awake?” She shook me gently at my shoulder. I rolled on my back and looked at my daughter through half open eyes. Now on my back, my erection stood straight up, obscenely tenting the blanket over me.
“Dad, are you okay? I was worried about you.” She was speaking to me, but I saw that her attention was on the tall tent pole under the blanket.
“I’m sorry Misty, I’ve just been so sad. I miss her so much.”
She looked up at me then. “Oh Dad!” sadness was in her eyes. She lay down next to me, her head on my shoulder and her arm across my chest, “I miss her too.”
“I’m so sorry I haven’t been there for you Misty.”
“Don’t be sorry Dad. I love you. I just want you to be happy again. I wish I could make you happy.”
“I wish I knew how to be happy again. I’m so sorry you had to see me like this.” I felt useless and helpless in that moment. There I was with the most obscene erection, but feeling too paralyzed with depression to do anything about it while my 18 year old daughter hugged me pityingly.
“It’s okay Dad, it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have lay in bed with you. I should have known better, but I just wanted to hug you and make you feel good again. I didn’t think. I guess it’s been a long time since you’ve had a woman in bed with you. No wonder you’re hard as a rock. It’s my fault.”
I shook my head at her, but I couldn’t speak. I wanted to tell her it had nothing to do with her, that sometimes I just have an erection when I’m sleeping, but I didn’t know how to say it to my daughter. The sadness in her eyes, in her voice, moved me and I began to tear up.
Her arm around my chest tightened. “Don’t worry Daddy,” she whispered, “I won’t let anything come between us.”
I stroked her long hair with my hand, her head resting softly on my shoulder.
“Do I remind you of Mom?”
“I want to be Mom for you. Please let me do that for you.” There was both sadness and determination in her voice.
Guessing at what she meant, I shook my head, but it made no difference, her hand slipped under the blanket and down my abdomen until she found the base of my cock. Her soft fingers on my sex felt intensely pleasurable, like a first drink after a long sobriety. It also felt reassuring. It may be hard to understand, but my daughter reaching down of her own accord to touch my dick made feel whole again, loved and cared for. I know it was selfish, but I couldn’t muster the strength of will needed to stop her. It simply felt too good.
“I made you so hard, I had no idea you felt that way.” Her face was furrowed with tension. She was holding back revulsion, forcing herself to do something against her nature, just as one might expect from a woman stroking her father’s erection.
I wanted to explain that I wasn’t hard because of her, but now that she was touching me, she actually was arousing me, more and more. Her hand felt up my column slowly. It had been so long for me, the pleasure was intense.
Tears were flooding Misty’s eyes. Her hand began to jerk up and down my dick, moving robotically, forced.
I pulled the blanket off so I could watch my daughter’s hand on my dick, but this seemed to upset her more. She started making a whining noise in time with her strokes on my dick. Tears began to run down her cheeks.
“Sweetie, you’re hurting me, you’re grasping too tight. Loosen your grip a little,” I asked.
“Okay Daddy.” When she softened her grip, I noticed her hand was trembling. The whining continued as before.
“Sweetie, you’re hand is a little dry. Maybe you could rub your hand over the tip of my penis—to get it slippery?”
“Okay Daddy.” The tears were streaming down her face now. Her mouth was an inverted “U,” her lips trembling. I watched as she rubbed her palm around my head, wetting it with my precum.
“That’s good sweetie, now try stroking again.”
She obeyed with a whimper, her hand slipping wetly on my erection, but still trembling.
“Maybe just a little faster honey.”
Suddenly, Misty’s whimpering erupted into uncontrolled sobbing. In between long intakes of breath, she blurted, “I can’t Daddy . . . I can’t do this . . . Oh God . . . I’m sorry Daddy.” Tears streamed. Thin clear liquid ran from her nose into her mouth. I hadn’t seen her cry like that since she was a little girl. She stopped stroking me and her grip tightened around the base of my erection.
“Oh Sweetie,” I paused, trying to think of what to say to comfort her. I continued, rather lamely I think, “you were doing really good job. You were really making me feel good, Sweetie, really good. I am really lucky to have you for a daughter. I mean, how many daughters would do that for their dad?”
Her sobbing stopped. The corners of her mouth twitched upward, trying to smile. “You’re so depressed, Dad, it makes me feel really really sad. I just want you to be happy again.”
“You’re helping Misty, you really are. You almost made me cum, sweetie. I probably would have cum if you didn’t stop.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Dad.” She looked down at my dick contemplatively, where it throbbed hotly in her grip.
“Would you like it if I put your penis in my mouth?”
I almost had an orgasm on hearing her question, but I tried to dampen my response, “Uh, sure . . . yes, that would be nice Sweetie, but only if you want to, of course.”
“I want to Daddy. I want to do it for you, just like Mom used to.”
“Okay Sweetie, I would like that.” I chose not to tell her that her mother never liked to give me blow jobs. I didn’t want to spoil it for her—it seemed to mean so much to her to be able to do this for me.
I watched as my daughter bent over my erection and stuck her tongue out. She touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of my dick. Her breath felt hot on my wet dick. The look on her face was of repulsion, like she might have been eating a cockroach, but, in spite of this, she swirled her tongue in the precum on the head of my dick. Cautiously, her tongue licked lower and lower down my hard shaft.
The pleasure I felt in that moment shocked me and drew me out of myself. I had completely forgotten about my sorrow. There was something about that first moment of permitting my daughter to do it that added a level of erotic excitement that I had never experienced before. The wetness of my daughter’s tongue slipping around and around my dick was unexpectedly blissful to me.
She opened her mouth wide over my dick, ready to wrap her lips around me, but she didn’t. Instead, she hovered there, with her eyes tightly shut. She started making a whimpering sound again, as saliva dripped from her mouth onto my waiting member.
I guessed that she was experiencing some mixed feelings about the prospect of sucking on her father’s dick. At first, I thought maybe I should stop her and release her from the idea of it. But, I didn’t. Perhaps I couldn’t. I was already too taken by this new sexual thrill—the thrill of my own daughter pleasuring me with her mouth. It was so terribly wrong, but at the same time it was the most erotic thing imaginable. Instead of doing the responsible thing, I gave what I thought were words of encouragement, as if it were the fatherly thing to do. “You shouldn’t stop now, Misty, you were doing such a good job,” I told her.
That wasn’t enough though. She still whimpered with her mouth twitching over my dick like she was trying to close her lips around me, but some unseen force held her back.
So, I tried a different track. “Misty,” I said, “you are unbelievable. You are beautiful and you are turning me on like I’ve never been turned on before. Your mouth looks really sexy right now.”
I guess that was the wrong thing to say because she started sobbing again. Maybe daughters don’t want to hear how much their fathers are turned on by them, but I didn’t think of that until after the words came out of my mouth. Tears and saliva and snot ran from her face onto my dick as she took in gasps of air and let out long melodramatic sobs over me. All the time holding her mouth open, as if ready to accept my hard dick.
It was more than I could bear, not her crying, but my sexual anticipation. I felt horribly selfish, but it didn’t stop me from what I was about to do. I very slowly raised my hips so that the head of my dick rose to meet my daughter’s open mouth. I let out a sigh of pleasure when I felt the soft moist flesh of her mouth on me.
Misty gave out a long mournful whine, but it was muffled by my dick in her mouth. She didn’t pull away though; she held her mouth dutifully around my dick, her lips quivering, various liquids running from her face and mouth down my hard shaft.
Very gently, I moved up and down in her slack mouth, caressing her lips and tongue and teeth with my swollen member. She did nothing to stop me, but continued her muffled whining, her eyes squeezed shut.
I began to move faster, increasing my strokes a little further into her mouth. It was very wet and slippery. I tried to avoid her teeth. She kept her mouth opened for me, but otherwise did nothing to take part in it. The erotic pleasure of rubbing my dick in my daughter’s mouth was overwhelming. It was a very guilty sort of pleasure, of course, but that just made it all the more irresistible. I’m going to cum in my own daughter’s mouth, I kept thinking to myself, convincing myself that I wasn’t in a dream. At the same time, it touched me deeply that my daughter, against her every instinct, would willingly offer her mouth to me for my ultimate pleasure. I knew then how profoundly she loved me.
It was with this fusion of intense love and excitement that I started to thrust harder and faster into my daughter’s open mouth. My dick slipped wetly on her lips and tongue on a sheen of snot and saliva and precum. Her whimpering moans were interrupted by rhythmic gags as my cock began to jam into the back of her throat repeatedly. The whole while, she obediently held her head in place and her mouth open for me.
Her willingness excited me ever more and I realized that I was ramming my cock even harder, knocking her head back with every thrust as she gagged again and again. I felt like I was abusing her as I watched myself, but I couldn’t stop, and she held fast, courageously, I thought.
I fucked my daughter’s open mouth with a sexual fervor I had never experienced before, ramming into her inviting mouth over and over with uninhibited abandon until I finally, mercifully, came to climax. I thrust hard, one last time, shoving my cock into her throat and held it there as I had a massive orgasm, my cum spurting into her many times over while she gagged and gurgled trying to accommodate the sexual explosion in her throat.
I sighed with pleasure and relief, pulling my dick slowly out of my daughter’s mouth. A sticky syrup of cum, saliva, snot and tears flowed from her mouth, drooling down her chin and down my cock.
She opened her eyes wide, staring at me with a look that can only be described as horror. Tears continued to run. Her mouth was still open in the shape of an “O” like she was trying to scream, even though no sound emerged. A pool of cum still covered her tongue at the bottom of her mouth.
In an attempt to talk her out of her apparent shock and dismay, I told her in the cheeriest tone I could muster, “I don’t even know how to thank you Misty. That was wonderful. I can’t even describe how wonderful.”
She continued to stare pleadingly, for what, I don’t know, maybe reassurance. She closed her mouth slowly, grimacing. Instead of swallowing, she let my cum ooze out between her lips, running down her chin and neck. Her face tightened, contorted, trying to hold back more sobbing perhaps, the tears were running heavily.
“You know, it’s okay to swallow it if you want. It won’t hurt you. It’s just my sperm. I don’t have any diseases.”
Misty swallowed loudly. She shuddered and, with a sob, leaped off the bed, running to the bathroom. I heard her retching and spitting, followed by more sobbing. Then, there was the sound of her feet running toward the front door.
“Misty!” I called after her, but it was too late, the front door slammed.
My dick was still hard so I couldn’t very well run outside after her. I didn’t want to scare my neighbors after all. So, I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to understand what had just happened, what I had just done to my daughter. I hoped she would be okay and get over it. For my part, I was in some kind of sexual nirvana having just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life with the person I would have least suspected of providing it.
Every time I have an even remotely sexual experience I want to reach out to you?…this inclination is annoying. But you are still the only person I can talk to. Notice I said “talk to” and not “talk with.” It’s a little difficult talking “with” someone who rarely carries their weight of the conversation…
Anyway. Tonight I had this guy over. He arrived at 1:50 am. He left around 2:45am. We hadn’t seen each other since we had sex 18 days ago. I really wanted someone to chill with and cuddle with me. It’s a female thing. (I hope you cuddle with your woman. If you don’t, she wants you to. And every time you don’t, she’s probably left disappointed. Just a warning…)
I told him two days ago if he came to see me then we couldn’t have sex. I was lying. I’ve turned into a liar. It’s not that we couldn’t have sex, it’s that I didn’t want to sleep with him. But, apparently, when you tell a guy you don’t want to sleep with him, he gets pissy and attitudinal (…learned that from that white guy in the city you told me to sleep with…)
I mostly didn’t want to have sex with him because he uses this brand of condoms that irritates the fuck out of me. And I really didn’t want to go through that again. That shit was painful and annoying. (I’m sensitive to latex. The only brand that doesn’t bother me too much is Trojan.)
So he gets here. I let him in (sneak him in). And we go straight to my room. I knew it was too much to hope that he would just lay down and hold me for a little while. He immediately starts rubbing my back. You know, in that manner most of you men seem to have when you want something. I’m tired and I have to be up in a handful of hours. I just wanted to be held. No such luck.
I figure, “fine, I’ll take care of him then maybe he will just lay the hell down.”
After the usual build up, he opens his pants and pushes them down to his ankles. Ta-da, approximately 6″ (I think I’m being generous on the measurement), and maybe an 1.5″ around, at the narrowest point, and 2″ at the widest. Very easy for me to swallow. And I did, over and over again, for about 12 minutes.
Twelve minutes of sucking, spitting, gagging, tonguing, and bobbing. Twelve minutes with my mouth full of dick and my ears full of,
“Yes…Oh, that is so hot…That’s it make it nice and wet…Good Girl…Swallow it all…Fuck…Spit on it…Yes!…”
“Oh God…that feels so good…Fuck me…Ahh…Ooh…Oh…that’s it…make it nasty…Fuck yes…Spit on it some more…Stuff it in your mouth…Stay right there…Hold it in your throat…”
…all the while, holding my breasts in his hands.
He comes. A healthy amount. All over his own stomach. He was holding my hair at various points, so when he was about to come he lifted my head off of him. I had to use my hand to finish him. He didn’t even let me taste his seed. All that hard work and I had to watch the sperm dribble over my fingers. (I told you I prefer it warm, straight from the source. No way was I going to taste it after it got all cold. Eww.)
I gave him a towel to clean up with, then he laid down with me for maybe 10 minutes. Then he left. What kind of shit is that? I think I earned at least a half hour’s worth of cuddling!
Then I laid there for fifteen minutes thinking about how much I wanted to talk to you.
So I said, “fuck it” and typed this up.
Have fun fantasizing about my mouth on some man’s dick and jerking off to your thoughts. I know that’s what you are going to do. This way at least two of us get some satisfaction out of this morning’s events; you and (obviously) him.
Does sending you this kind of email cross the line of friendship I am supposed to toe now? I don’t know. All I do know is, I want to tell you, I need to tell you. And not sharing these things with you makes me sad. I don’t want to be sad. At least the act of putting it in your inbox makes me feel better. Whether or not you read what I send? I have no fucking clue…
So, stay tuned to your regularly scheduled programming and be on the look out for my tale from last week!
‘Cause I might just feel like sharing that too…
This is a true story. It is the story of a young man who was sheltered, unsophisticated about the world and not sure of himself. He came to Memphis from the countryside of Arkansas with no real experiences. It is about me. Growing up, I knew no real want. My parents were gainfully employed and made good money. I was the middle of five kids and did not get much attention. So, I was always trying to figure out my true identity. I had gone to a small local college and remained fairly sheltered. No one talked about anything out of the ordinary. No taboo. So when I came to Memphis to go to graduate school, I was suddenly interested in the world around me. It was a strange new world. Sometimes it seemed hostile and dangerous and other times it seemed forgiving and open.
I had never had much experience with the opposite sex and none with the same sex. I had thought about other guys on occasion but never acted on it. It just seemed to me that you were supposed to do as was expected of you. Plain and simple. When I came to Memphis and moved into an apartment, there was suddenly a strange and new world before me. For the first few weeks, I spent a great deal of time just getting my bearings. I found a nice apartment in east Memphis, got started in school and just began to settle in. Back home, I was never bored. However, now that I had moved to this big city and gotten settled, I was suddenly bored and lonely. That usually how you get into trouble.
Anyway, graduate school was going too easy and was a breeze. I attended my classes, did my readings and studied for my tests. Usually, by early evening, I was finished and was very restless. I drove around the city just to acquaint myself with my new surroundings. It was interesting. I began to notice that Memphis had a fairly healthy and active sex industry. Being pretty inexperienced, I noticed the “dark alley” places more quickly than some.
The first place I noticed was an adult bookstore about four blocks from my apartment complex. I drove by it several times before I got up enough courage to walk in. Finally, I swallowed the lump in my throat and settled the butterflies in my stomach and walked in the door in the back of the building. As soon as I emerged into the store, I saw all kinds of things I had never seen before. There were toys of various types, magazines, DVDs and all kinds of things that young boys from the country don’t see everyday. I also noticed two dark hallways on each side of the store section but wasn’t sure about either one.
I should stop here to described myself in those days a few years ago. I was thin, white, weighed about 165 pounds, very smooth naturally and had sandy hair. I immediately began to feel uncomfortable in the ABS, as if I was being watched and lusted after. I know, even then it seemed egotistical. I looked around that first night and left quickly. I was too nervous to enjoy myself.
A few nights later, I summoned the courage to return. I spent some time looking at the DVDs and the sex toys. One of the clerks approached me and smiled. I was looking at some of the DVDs in the gay section. He very bluntly asked me, “Are you an experienced guy?” I was shocked and unsure of my response. I finally spoke up, “I’m not sure what you mean?”
He smiled and replied, “Are you a top or a bottom? Fem or dom? You know.”
In fact, I didn’t know. Finally, with nothing to lose, I replied, “Honestly, I’ve never been with another guy before, but if I was, I guess I’d want him to be in charge.”
The clerk laughed, “Well, if you’re going to ever do it, you’d better prepare yourself.” After he walked off, I thought about what he said and began looking for DVDs for young guys doing solos. I found one and purchased it.
I watched the DVD for the next couple of days. The handsome young man in the video demonstrated the use of a dildo, a vibrator, anal beads and lots of other little tricks. I noticed that he was preparing himself to take a bigger man with a bigger cock and was practicing some positions and techniques in order to prepare himself. I decided that if I ever wanted to take the plunge, I’d better prepare myself.
So I did. I purchased an 8.5 inch dildo and some other toys to play with. I found myself enjoying them way too much. I shaved my body completely smooth including my balls. I violated my anal virginity with my rubbery friend of 8.5 inches and practiced my still un-used blow job skills on the dildo. I was determined that when I started hunting, I could bag or be bagged if it happened.
The first night of looking around for some fun ended with no luck after cruising the ABS and coming up with nothing but old trolls. I wanted my first man to man to be memorable and enjoyable. So, I moved on to a local bar that advertised as a friendly place for guys interested in what I was interested in. The place was dark and there were a number of guys milling around. Some were at the bar, others at tables. I wore some tight jeans (with no underwear) and a t-shirt into the place, knowing I was advertising.
I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer and just waited. An older flabby guy walked up and offered to buy my drink. He was just trying to be nice but I was not interested. I thanked him and replied, “Anyway, I’m waiting on my date.” Of course, that was a lie. I had no date.
After a few minutes, I turned and scanned the tables. At one of the tables sat a muscled, well-built medium to light skinned black man. He was an ebony Adonis with a shaved head. He wore a leather coat, skin tight t-shirt, tight jeans and boots. I acted as if I had not seen him and wiggled my ass just right as I turned around to face the bartender. I could only hope.
In a moment, a shadow overtook me and I felt someone sit down next to me. I turned and he smiled. I uttered a feeble, “Hi.” He grinned a very sly grin and said “You can do better than that, son.” He looked around again before adding, “You were wanting me to sit down here anyway.”
I finally recovered my senses and introduced myself. I stuck out my hand and replied, “Hi, I’m Trent.” He took my hand and gave me a firm squeeze before replying, “Good to meet you, Trent. I’m Snake.”
He said it with a mischeivious smile. I laughed before I knew it and asked, “Should I ask why they call you Snake?”
He said nothing for a moment and turned his head away from me to reply, “Well, maybe you’ll learn how I got that name.”
I had a live one and did not want to lose the chance. “Well, Snake, I’ve got all night to learn. I’m just a few blocks away.” I saw a devious smile creep across Snake’s face. His brillantly white teeth shone in the glare of the lights and he leaned in toward me. His hot breath hit my ear.
“You want to play a little tonight?” he asked me in a breathy, sultry but masculine tone.
I weakly replied, “I do.” Afterall, I was beginning to realize what I was getting myself into.
We made our way out into the dark parking lot. I told Snake my address and to my surprise, he lived only a couple of blocks from me. We agreed to meet at my place. He said he wanted to stop at the corner drugstore near my apartment complex first to pick up some supplies. In less than thirty minutes, I would be doing things I had never done with another man.
I got home and quickly began to make the place inviting. I turned the lights down and dimmed them. I closed the shades and the living room and bedroom had a mysterious half-darkness about them. You could see but it was a perfect setting for a little sexual play. My stomach was almost beyond saving. I was nervous but determined.
After a few minutes, I heard a knock at my door and moved toward it. I saw Snake through the peephole and opened the door. He carried a small plastic bag in his hand. He grinned at me and stated, “I had to pick up some protection. The standard condoms are too small for me and I knew you’d need some some lube.”
I began to become nervous and swallowed hard. I looked at him and he began to laugh. He reassured me, “You’ll get used to it and you’ll love it.”
As we walked toward the couch, he pulled a bottle of spray out of the bag. He explained, “This is a spray to numb your throat so you don’t gag too badly. It needs to be fun for both of us and you can swallow ole’ Snake better if you can’t feel it.” Now I was terrified.
Snake was about forty. Now I could better judge his age. I like older men in good shape. Snake removed his boots and pulled his jacket off. I saw his ripped chest through his t-shirt. I walked up to him and removed my own t-shirt. He, being taller than me, reached down slightly and pinched my right nipple. I reached for his covered crotch and began to rub his well-concealed cock. He reached down and pulled my chin to his and forcefully french-kissed me on my mouth. I felt his firm strong tongue probe my mouth and my mouth began to water. He wrapped his large hand around the back of my neck and held my head in place as he tongued me and necked me. My free hand rubbed his chest and felt the immensity of his broad chest.
He began to rub my crotch and reached down to unbutton my fly. Soon he had my jeans around my ankles. My seven inch cut cock sprang free and Snake groped it in his strong hand. I was suddenly naked and at the mercy of a black sex god. Snake pushed me gently to the couch on my back and began to lick my nipples. I took his smooth head between my hands and guided him downward. He licked my smooth stomach and soon I felt a wetness on my cock. Snake had my young, thick cock in his wet, willing mouth. It was my first blowjob from a man, and my, what a man he was.
I had truly expected Snake to treat me just like a woman. But he was liberal in his attention to me. He slurped and sucked at my cock and teased me with his tongue. He sucked my balls and licked the underside of my cock. I reveled in the slurping sounds and the wet noises his blowjob made. I was afraid I would cum too soon, but Snake stopped fairly quickly and began to lick my asshole. I had never been rimmed before and the feeling was one of true ecstasy. He spread my cheeks out and licked my sphincter and occasionally probed my hole with a single slick finger.
Finally, he stood before me. He motioned for me to sit up on the couch. I moved toward him and began to unfasten his fly. I pulled his jeans down and he stepped from them. The throbbing, slightly moving bulge in his bikinis had me hypnotized. I moved my face toward his crotch and my mouth began to nibble at the covered cock. I stroked it through the material and tugged at it.
Finally, I pulled this amazing piece of man flesh free of its confinement. An enormous cock measuring at least five inches in diameter and ten inches long sprang free. I was amazed. Snake smiled down at me and began to guide my mouth toward his cock. I quickly licked the large mushroom head and struck at it with my tongue. I took the head into my mouth and began to run my tongue around it. I pulled off and took Snake’s cock into my hand and lifted it. It was heavier that one could imagine. I licked the underside of his cock and moved toward his large balls. I sucked one after the other into my mouth and saturated it with my spit.
I then returned to Snake’s cock. I took all of it I could for a while and worked on that: a good five inches. I sucked and spit. I lubed his dick with my spit and wanked it. Then Snake reached behind himself a little and picked up the numbing spray. He took my jaw in his firm hand and told me to hold my mouth wide open. I did as he commanded. He sprayed a liberal dose of the spray into the back and roof of my mouth. Suddenly, I could not really feel my mouth or throat. Then Snake placed his large beautiful cock into my mouth and began to slowly fuck my mouth as he held my head still.
Soon a large black snake of a cock was easily thrusting into and out of my throat with ease. I could feel the huge drops and ropes of my spit hitting my knees tucked under me somewhat. For some twenty or more minutes, my throat was invaded by this monster cock. Although I learned to breath through my nose, I would come up short for air and gagged on occasion. I simply wanted to swallow this large pulsating veiny cock.
Soon Snake pulled me to my feet and I led him to my bedroom. I shut the door behind us and I pushed him to the bed on his back. His massive member stood at attention. My mouth and my ass were wet and wanting, almost begging. I climbed atop of Snake in a 69 fashion. He gripped my ass cheeks and began to tongue my barren hole. I sucked his cock and forced the back of my throat on it minute after minute. Snake’s crotch was wet and slippery when I finished. I could feel his strong tongue probing my ass and on occasion a finger or two made its way into my inner most chamber.
Finally, Snake rolled me off of him and onto my back. He stood up and walked back into the living room and retrieved his lube and condoms. He put me on my knees with my stomach on pillows and my ass in the air. He moved back around in front of me and I engulfed his cock in my mouth again. As I sucked Snake’s cock, he began to rub lube into my sphincter and finger my hole. He rubbed his thumb and his palm against the outside of my ass and continued to probe my throat.
He sighed as I licked his cock and quietly stated, “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?” I nodded and spit a last glob of spit on his cock. Snake moved back around behind me and pulled a condom onto his large thick cock. He used a free hand to squirt lube onto his cock and used his covered cock head to rub it into my hole. Soon, I felt a strong hand on my right shoulder and felt the tightness and pressure of something on my sphincter.
I gasped at first and Snake responded quietly, “Breathe and push…trust me.” I breathed and pushed my sphincter outward and suddenly felt a new presence in my otherwise tight asshole. Soon I felt the invasion growing in length. I felt the stretching feeling one feels as a massive cock is invading your innermost private chamber.
Snake slowly worked his way into me. He would make quick little strides and then slow down. Soon a quick easy lubed stride was going. He grunted and spoke with easy command. “Oh, yeah, sugar. Let daddy fuck that ass!”
I did let daddy fuck that ass. I leaned into the pillows and cried a little but in a pleasurable sort of painful way. I moaned in utter ecstasy. I arched my back and Snake put both hands on my shoulders and drove deep inside of me. I found myself biting my pillows and thrashing my head back and forth as Snake worked my hole more loosely.
After several minutes of hard fucking, Snake withdrew and he put me on my back and placed my ankles in the air above me. He slowly lowered himself onto me and began to plunge his cock deep into me. My own cock had grown again and I began to jack myself.
After a few more minutes of this deep plunging, I leaned up and whispered into Snake’s ear, “I want to ride you, Cowboy!!!”
Snake pulled out and lay on his back. I turned and mounted Snake and faced him. I lowered myself onto his stiff thick cock and soon it was impaling me. I rode Snake’s cock up and down and then placed my knees firmly on the mattress. With my ass suspended in the hour, Snake began to fuck me from underneath and soon his cock was gliding into and out of my hole with ease.
I jacked myself while crying out with glee. I felt my own pressure building as Snake’s cockhead hit my prostate. I cried and shouted and my own cum shot forth and made a beautiful sight as it landed on Snake’s bare chiseled black chest.
This only intensified Snake’s desires. He lifted me off of him and put me back on my stomach and lifted my left leg above me and held it while he drove his cock into my wet willing hole. Snake slammed into me time after time as I reached behind me and gave his balls a squeeze. He reached down and licked my ear and cursed me. Finally I felt his already swollen cock swell further and Snake rose up and his grip on my waist began to hurt.
He growled to me, “Where do you want it? Where?” I managed in my weakened state to reply, “In my mouth, sweet daddy, in my mouth.”
Snake quickly withdrew from my ass and slipped the condom from his swollen cock. I moved down between his legs and took his cock into my mouth and wanked him. Quickly I felt the feel of his cock swelling further and the quick warm shot of his cum hit my throat and coat it completely. A second, third, fourth and fifth large rope of cum spewed forth and my mouth was filled completely. I could not hold it all and it streamed forth from the corners of my mouth and fell to the mattress.
Shortly, Snake pulled his cock from my mouth and slapped it across my cum covered cheeks a time or two. He then walked toward the bathroom. I lay there thinking about this magnificent experience. I knew more about myself in that moment than anytime recently. I knew what I wanted and I had gotten it. Black cock. I was liking Memphis better already.
John woke with the sun in his eyes. He looked down on the floor and saw Karrie sleeping naked in a ball on the rug below him like a pet. He yawned, got up to go to the bathroom stepping over Karrie, and checked the clock. 9:00 am. He checked his schedule… lesbo/gym day. He let Karrie keep sleeping on the floor and went down to the basement to check on the progress.
The large room on the left as he descended the stairs was walled off and he could hear the workers doing their thing. On the right, a brand new gym had been created with all new, state-of-the-art equipment, and the walls and ceilings were completely covered with mirrors. There was light coming from recessed lighting in the ceiling and the walls. There were two exercise bikes, an elliptical, a rowing machine, a large weight machine with a bench press, some of those huge rubber balls, four treadmills all facing one mirrored wall, and cameras throughout. There was a closet full of towels and stuff with a door that was completely made of a two way mirror that you could sit in undetected yet no one could see in. Everything was made exactly to his specs and he was extremely impressed with the workmanship. He knocked on the makeshift walls in the next room and Jack poked his sawdust covered head out of the room.
“Nice work, Jack!” John congratulated his builder. “Exactly what we talked about.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Jack replied. “Wait until you see this project. You’re going to love it. It’ll be done by tomorrow morning for sure. We’ve soundproofed everything, too.”
“Thanks a lot, Jack,” John shook his hand. “I had no idea you were here working so the soundproofing works well.”
“Well I think you’ll enjoy yourselves down here.” Jack turned around and went back to work with his crew.
Oh, no doubt about that, Jack, John thought.
John went back upstairs to check on Chelsey. She was fast asleep, completely nude laying on her bed. John sat on the bed next to her and ran his hand up and down her back, ass, and thighs. She didn’t stir. John smacked her ass hard and Chelsey woke up with a start. She looked very confused and then met John’s gaze and smiled.
“Breakfast isn’t going to make itself, Chels,” John looked her in the eye.
“Sorry John, I’m sorry, what time is it?”
“9:15, bitch. Get the hell up and make some fucking coffee and shit. Geez,” John looked very stern.
Chelsey hopped out of bed and ran down the stairs in the nude and started clanking around in the kitchen. John smiled and walked to Hayley’s room. The door was open a crack. Rick and Hayley were spooning and sleeping heavily. John yelled into the room.
“Rick, get to work.” He looked at the door and looked at Hayley and immediately reached under the covers and found his cock, sticking it between Hayley’s legs as she laid there. John thought he must have had morning wood because he started fucking Hayley immediately. She kept her eyes closed and took her father’s cock without reacting. Fuck overload, John thought.
John left Rick and Hayley’s room and went back to his room. He kicked Karrie’s tit and stepped on it until she was awake and she sat up with a start. “Lesbian day, Karrie. Sounds great, doesn’t it,” John said flatly. Karrie nodded and yawned.
“Wow, I could think of something to stick in there,” John took his chubb cock out of his boxer briefs and stood over Karrie, grabbing her hair and moving her head toward his dick. She took it in immediately and started to suck and lick it. “Wow, nice improvement, Karrie,” John congratulated his little sex servant. She tried to mumble a thank you but her mouth was otherwise engaged. “Chelsey is downstairs making breakfast for Rick, Hayley and I. Hayley’s getting boned by Rick, and it’s time for you to get up off your lazy ass and start cleaning up around here.”
John felt like he was going to cum and decided to give it to her as she wouldn’t be having breakfast, but then further decided to hold on as he smelled cinnamon rolls cooking downstairs. He grabbed Karrie’s hair and pulled her up to walk her downstairs. “You’ll need to come down and clean up after Chelsey, then get something on and go do some shopping. I am going to call in a prescription to the pharmacy where you’ll need to pick it up and tell them that Rick was in an accident and won’t be coming to work for awhile. Buy a lot of groceries so it lasts us awhile. Ask Chelsey, Hayley and Rick what they need to make meals, buy a lot of penis-sized fruit and vegetables, such as bananas, carrots, cucumbers, and those big foot-long pepperoni sticks, a big sausage, and some baguettes. Karrie was writing furiously once they got to the kitchen where Chelsey had pulled two pans of Pillsbury cinnamon rolls out of the oven.
“Ok, got it,” Karrie said. “Anything else?”
“Yes, a bunch of batteries of all different sizes so we don’t run out. Especially AAs and Ds. Lots of cans of whipped cream, a couple of flyswatters, and some KY jelly, all different kinds. Buy them out. Then get home, take off your clothes, put everything away where you’ll remember to get them when I want them, and do the laundry then clean the house. Put the KY by every bed and around the house where we might need it. Your cunts are getting a little dry.”
Chelsey gave her a list of things to buy, and Rick came downstairs without Hayley and gave her some more.
“Where’s Hayley?” Karrie asked.
“GO, Karrie,” John snapped. She quickly put on sweat pants and a sweatshirt without underwear, slipped on some shoes, grabbed her purse and her keys, and ran toward the garage door. “And take your phone, but call no one but the house if you need something and don’t answer any calls or texts.”
Chelsey was icing one pan of cinnamon rolls and started to ice the other. “Wait, Chels,” John said. He stepped over toward her, told her to get on her knees, hold one of the pans in one hand, and grab and suck his dick with the other hand and her big mouth. She sucked his dick until he was about to cum, and then John pulled out and came all over the pan of cinnamon rolls in her hand. He took the pan and put it on the table where Rick as sitting. “Eat,” he told Rick, who grabbed a cum-covered roll and stuck it in his mouth. Chelsey came over and ate one as well.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” John asked as Rick and Chelsey nodded with their mouths full. It’s lesbian day, Chelsey. As soon as Hayley gets down here and we finish eating, we’ll get started. Looks like rain today anyway, so probably a good day to stay in. I have a surprise for you in the basement.”
Hayley finally came down as John was drinking his coffee. She grabbed a cum roll from the table and took a bite. “Mmmmm, these are great! Chelsey did you make these?”
“Chelsey and Bob both contributed,” Rick said with his mouth full and cum on the corner of his mouth. Hayley leaned over and kissed it off. Rick smiled and gave her boobs and ass a grab and a pat, respectively.
“Where’s mommy?” Hayley asked, grabbing another roll. John was at the counter eating the ones that were iced with the sugary frosting.
“Shopping. If you need anything call her cell. Make sure we have everything you need for meals. I can always send her back, though.”
“Cool. She usually gets everything,” Hayley took a swig of coffee to wash down her breakfast.
“Ready for lesbian day?” Rick asked Hayley. Hayley looked at Chelsey and smiled.
“Take your time eating, Hay,” John said. We have plenty of time, and will need Karrie for some of the action.
“Well, it’s not completely lesbian day,” Hayley winked at her father. “If you didn’t knock me up last night and this morning, I’m not sure what will!” Chelsey and Rick both laughed and exchanged winks and smiles. Cute, John thought sarcastically, wanting to vomit.
John went back upstairs and called the pharmacy with the iPhone he had taken from Christy at Starbucks … when was that? Seems like forever ago… and ordered prescriptions for Viagra, sleeping pills, Xanax, Vicodin, Oxycontin, and a number of other barbiturates and medicines for pick up by Karrie Stevens. He said that there would be no charge on the medicines and the woman on the other end said that it would be no problem. He then jumped into the shower. He took an extra long time thinking about his plan for the day. He heard Rick, Chelsey and Hayley walking up the stairs about 20 minutes later, and go into the other bathroom. He turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and stepped out into the hallway. He saw Rick and Chelsey brushing their teeth at the counter and heard the water running in the shower.
“You can use the other shower,” John pointed to the master bedroom. Rick walked over and turned the water on. “You and Hayley should shower together,” he said to Chelsey. “Shave each other’s legs and bikini lines. Ask Hayley to shave your ass while you’re at it.” John smiled as he felt Chelsey’s hairy butt. “Italians…” he shook his head. “Everyone get dressed in the clothes I lay out on your beds,” he said loudly enough for all to hear.
“Hey sis,” he heard Hayley chirp as Chelsey stepped into the shower.
“John said you have to shave my ass,” Chelsey said, nonchalantly as Hayley giggled. John put Hayley’s green sweat suit out on her bed with a green thong and a push-up green bra. He laid Chelsey’s brown sweat suit on her grayish-blue bedspread, and laid a gray pair of sweats and an orange Syracuse t-shirt on the master bed. John grabbed some clothes of his own, got dressed, and walked downstairs for another cup of coffee. He flipped on the TV and watched the news.
Rick came down first. “Grab your phone, Rick. Start making calls about getting me your money. Karrie is getting you out of work. No other calls or texts,” John commanded. He said the same to Chelsey, who came down next, and then told Hayley to take care of her work issues and stuff. All three took care of the business efficiently and without emotion. John was happy to hear them work it all out.
After about an hour, John heard the garage door open. “Rick, Chelsey, go out and help your mother bring in the groceries. Hayley was sitting on the couch next to him. After Rick and Chelsey walked out, he looked at Hayley as she watched TV and sipped her coffee.
“So, Hayley, you don’t like me, do you,” John asked her. “Tell the truth.”
“Well, no, I liked you, but I was just, you know, jealous and stuff,” Hayley stammered.
“Yeah, I knew that,” John said. He reached over and felt her big, warm breast under her tight green sweat jacket. She put her coffee down and turned toward him. “I never liked you at all, and am having a lot of fun watching all of this go down,” John smiled as he unzipped her jacket and looked at her massive cleavage. He pulled one of her breasts out of the bra and touched her nipple until it hardened. “Damn, you’ve got awesome tits, Hayley,” John continued.
“Thank you,” Hayley said proudly, puffing her chest out a little bit. John leaned down and sucked her nipple, teasing it with his tongue. She giggled and rubbed John’s head as he sucked, pulling him closer. He bit her nipple lightly and she jumped and let out a slight gasp. Then he leaned back and grabbed Rick’s cell phone and took a photo of Hayley with her breast popping out of her bra. She smiled broadly and winked. He saved it as Rick’s wallpaper. Then he took the iPhone he ‘borrowed’ and took another photo.
“Ok, pack that fucker back up and help your mom put away the groceries. Take out any food that can be used as a dildo, plus the whipped cream cans and put them all in one big bowl here on the kitchen table,” John commanded. Hayley went into the kitchen and started unloading the bags with her parents. “Chelsey, take all of the meds and put them up in the master bathroom.” Chelsey walked upstairs with the large pharmacy bag. John followed her up with her mother’s cell phone.
“Hey Chelsey,” John said as she was unloading the pharmaceuticals into the medicine cabinet.
“Hi Honey,” Chelsey answered.
“Don’t ‘hi honey’ me, bitch,” John looked at her.
“I’m sorry,” Chelsey answered, deflated.
“Chelsey, I was going to break up with you this weekend, what do you think about that?” John looked her in the eye sternly.
“Oh, well, that would be sad,” Chelsey stuttered as she tried to answer, unsure of what to say and afraid of saying the wrong thing.
“I decided, instead, to keep you for awhile, and your family. Your mom is a great fuck, by the way. So’s your daddy,” John smiled. “How do you like your daddy’s cock?”
“I love it,” Chelsey said. “I am enjoying the opportunity to get to know him that way.”
“Oh, I bet you are. But you’re a little jealous of Hayley, aren’t you?” John pulled Rick’s phone out of his pocket. “Look.” He showed her the photo of Hayley and her big tit sticking out as his wallpaper.
“Oh wow,” Chelsey said, tearing up. “I guess you’re right. I know he likes her better. Everyone does.”
“Yes, well she’s prettier, flirtier, has bigger tits,” John enjoyed this.
“Yeah…” Chelsey was crying now.
“But, you know what?” John said. Chelsey looked up hopefully.
“Your mom seems to like you better, I think.”
“Yeah, in fact she asked me to get a picture of you for her phone. Why don’t you pose the same way Hayley did for your daddy?”
Chelsey smiled and unzipped her jacked down to her belly button and pulled a boob out of her bra. She squeezed her nipple to get it hard, and smiled as John took the photo.
“See, now you both have a fan club,” John said. “But I’m not in it. I like Hayley better too.” He grinned and walked out and heard her sob some more. “Come down when you get yourself together. It’s time to fuck your sister.”
John entered the kitchen and saw that everything was put away. Karrie was naked as she was told. Rick and Hayley were back in the family room. A bowl of bananas, carrots, cucumbers, a big zucchini, and some celery stalks were on the table with four large pepperoni sticks, a big salami, four cans of whipped cream, and some cherries next to it. Cherries… good one. John thought.
“Ok, everyone, we’re going to make a new movie called Sisterly Love starring Hayley and Chelsey!” Everyone clapped. They liked making movies, John noticed. “Just do what I tell you to do like last time, and it should be a great flick.”
Chelsey and Hayley looked at each other. Chelsey was not smiling, but Hayley had a huge, stupid grin on her face. They all moved into the family room. John told Karrie to put on some clothes and told Chelsey and Hayley to sit on the couch and turn on the TV. He gave Chelsey and magazine and Hayley a sketch pad and pencil. He told Rick to move upstairs until called.
“The premise is that Chelsey and Hayley are enjoying a day off and lounging in the family room watching some chick flick while Chelsey leafs through some magazines and Hayley sketches a picture of Chelsey. Then Mom comes in to say that she and Rick are going to head out of the house to run some errands. Then Rick will come down, you both will give Hayley and Chelsey kisses on the cheeks — the face, Karrie! — and you’ll leave out the garage door and stay in the garage until I tell you to come back. Got it?”
“Yes, got it,” Karrie answered.
“Good, go upstairs and tell Rick the plan. Then come down when I call you Karrie to tell them about you leaving, then you’ll call Rick to leave and you’ll exit like I said.” Karrie nodded and went upstairs.
“Hayley, draw a picture of Chelsey. Draw her head, and leave space for the body. After your parents leave, Chelsey will ask you what you’re drawing and you’ll show her. Tell her how pretty she is and how the drawing really brings out her attractiveness of her hair, eyelashes. Then Chelsey will talk about how she doesn’t feel pretty, not as pretty as you, talk about how she wishes she had big boobs like you, and start to cry. You’ll sit next to her, comfort her, put your arm around her and take it from there.” He told Hayley what to do and when, and what she was looking for next.
“Ok, ready!” Hayley answered enthusiastically.
“Good, places then.” John turned on the hand held video and made sure the others were recording. He called for Karrie who came down and told them the plan. Then called for Rick. Rick came down and kissed them both goodbye and left out the garage. Then he turned the camera on Chelsey who looked up and asked Hayley about the picture. Hayley showed her the portrait. Once Chelsey was crying and Hayley was over on the couch.
“Chelsey, don’t cry. I love the way you look,” Hayley said, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Chelsey looked up and smiled. “You really think so?”
“Yes, I do. In fact, I want to draw you exactly the way you are. Why don’t you pose for me?”
“Um, sure, ok,” Chelsey looked confused. “What should I do?”
Hayley went over to get her sketch pad and pencil and sat on the couch. “Ok, I have your face and hair, which are gorgeous. Now I want to sketch your body. How about if you stand over by the chair I was in with the natural light coming in the window?”
Chelsey did as told and stood next to the chair.
“Ok, perfect. Now, take off your sweat suit jacket and your bra and I’ll sketch your upper body,” Hayley suggested.
“Hay! You’re doing a nude sketch?” Chelsey asked.
“Yes, like I said, I want to capture your true beauty, and you have a perfect body so you should be nude,” Hayley answered, squirming a bit on the couch as she felt herself getting wet.
Chelsey unzipped her sweat jacket and placed it carefully on the table next to the window. Then she reached back and unsnapped her bra and took it off, placing it on top of her jacket. She turned and stood looking at Hayley. “Like this?”
“Yes! Oh that’s great, Chelsey. Except put your hand on the chair or something less… rigid. More natural.”
Chelsey did as told and Hayley sketched her sister’s upper body. John filmed them from different angles and waited for Hayley to finish. Then Hayley told Chelsey to take off her pants and she would sketch her lower body. Chelsey put her pants on the table, neatly folded, and resumed her pose. Hayley then told her to remove her thong. Chelsey stood and felt Hayley’s eyes on her vagina and it made her feel nice to get such rapt attention from her little sister. She looked back at Hayley’s chest; her zipper was down half way showing off her huge tits. She sighed.
“What was that about?” Hayley asked. “Almost done.”
“No, no being impatient, I was just looking at my little chest compared to yours, Hay, and feeling bad about myself. Not really fair…” Chelsey trailed off, feeling silly for suggesting it although it was her true feeling.
“You want big tits, Chels?”
“You mean, like this?” Hayley walked over and showed Chelsey the picture. John followed Hayley and filmed Chelsey’s surprised look.
“Oh my GOD!” Chelsey shrieked. “Yes, Hayley, just like that!”
The picture was a perfect likeness of Chelsey except for that she had gigantic tits, bigger than Hayley’s, with large areolas and big, fat nipples. Chelsey grabbed the picture and looked closer. “You’re such a good artist, Hayley. I love this!”
“Well, it’s yours, beautiful,” Hayley smiled back at her naked older sister. She stepped back and took another look. “Although, you are MUCH prettier as you are…”
“Well thanks, Hayley. I appreciate it. You are the pretty one. If I could draw you I would.”
Hayley then walked closer to Chelsey and took the sketch and put it on the chair. Then she gave Chelsey a huge hug. She could feel Chelsey’s boobs pressed against her and it made her feel horny. She moved her hands down Chelsey’s back and to her newly shaved ass, and gave it a squeeze.
“Hay! What are you…?”
“Chelsey, I love you.”
“Hayley, I love you too…”
“No, I really love you a lot,” Hayley backed away and unzipped her jacket. She let it fall to the floor. Chelsey stared at her chest.