Daughter Pays off Dad's Debt (Part one of two)

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction.
Not true just wishful thinking.
All involved are fictionally over 18.

Below is a pic of the story's motivation. The real Sasha.

She couldn't believe her father as he phoned her right after she got home. She couldn't believe he would pull this stunt again.

“What happened?” she asked, more concerned with the safety of her father than with the task she was going to have to do.

“The goddamn #4 horse was a shoo-in. A shoo-in! I thought it would be easy money, honey,” he answered, clearly drunk. “Let's just be glad Antoine gave us the choice to do this again versus breaking my legs.” He tried to make the last part sound hopeful.

Sasha looked at the body length mirror in front of her and admired herself. Shoulder length dirty blond hair, pink pouty lips that fit symmetrically on her slight tanned Russian-ancestry face, and blue eyes that shined like diamonds. Still listening to her father as he began to cry on the other end of the phone, she checked her backside out, her firm peach butt barely fitting into her waist high jean shorts. Turning back around, she mindlessly fixed the fit of her bra on her c-cup breasts.

Realizing she was more annoyed by her father's crying than the task, she asked, “How many guys?”

“Wha?” her dad asked.

“How many guys? Last time, the guy, Richard, I think was his name, said that he wouldn't mind if I got shared with a few guys. How many guys am I blowing to clear your debt?”

Silence.

“How many, dad?”

“...it's a $2000 marker, sweetie.”

“Jesus,” she muttered, her head exploding in fear for her dad. And her mouth. “What time?”

“He said the next guy to knock on your door will be the one to collect my payment. Can you be ready, sweetie?”

“Yes, daddy,” she said, smiling slightly, aroused at the idea of getting to blow a large black man. “I'll do it.”

* * *

Darnell, who was a delivery driver for the Brown Delivery Company, had been having a bad day. First, his wife left him, having found the skinny white girl porn on his phone. Then, his boss, finding out he had been drinking on lunch breaks, said that he had one more strike until he was on his ass. Darnell, who stood at 6'4” and muscular and black as night, could not be in a worse mood.

The door to the next house was in a rich neighborhood. He didn't mind it because most of the rich guys were at work this early in the afternoon. Knock, wait for an answer, leave the package, and next house. He would be done early, so that was a plus.

He approached the door with a small parcel. Darnell knocked on the door. Waiting a few seconds, he knelt down to set the parcel down. On his knee, the door opened up. His cock immediately hardened as a small white girl in booty jeans, a tanktop, and confident facial expressions stood in front of him. “Are you him?” Sasha asked, straightening her hair over her firm tits.

“What's that?” Darnell asked, smiling. Women had tried to flirt with him before. But they were mostly cougars. Admiring the girl, he realized none had ever been this sexy.

Sasha examined his clothes and the box in his hands. “Am I your reward?”

“Umm...yes?” he answered, standing up.

She giggled. “I can't believe this. You're even bigger than Antoine's last guy. He must be pretty in debt to you for you to get this.”

“Umm... I sure am!” he said, trying to figure out what the hell the girl was talking about.

“Okay,” she said, smiling. “Come on in.”

In disbelief, Darnell asked stupidly, “Where's your dad?”

“Well, he's not here,” she said, turning from him and shaking her ass playfully. “Obviously. And I'm 18, by the way. Don't feel guilty.”

“Fine,” Darnell said. His day getting a whole lot better by the second.

He followed the girl into the house and was led into the living room, a leather couch laid out.

“We can do it here,” Sasha said, her white cheeks growing red with shyness. “Or my room,” she pointed to the stairs.

“Umm...” Darnell sat down on the couch. “Here's fine.”

“Okay,” she dropped to her knees in front of him. She pointed at her shirt. “On or off?”

“Uhh...” still in disbelief, Darnell answered, “Off?”

“Ok!” she exclaimed, sliding her tank top off. Underneath, a bright blue push up bra barely contained her firm but healthy c-cups. “Please don't get any on this. I just got this bra.”

“Umm...ok?”

“Ok! Uhh, your pants?” she gestured at his brown delivery man pants.

Instinctly, Darnell slid his pants and boxers off to his ankles. Out popped his seven inch, already full erect black cock.

“Jesus Christ!” Sasha exclaimed, covering her mouth and then touching the meat of the cock. “That's fucking huge!”

Darnell smiled. He knew that his cock was decent. Odds are that this little slut had never seen one this big with the white boys she probably fucked with. “So...uhh...” he mumbled, proudly looking at her tiny white hands on his black cock.

“Oh, right...”

Without a moment's hesitation, she mounted her mouth on his cock, her gag reflex well-trained. One hand attached itself to his balls as the other stroked the base.

Her pouty lips moved up and down four, then five inches. Up and down she sucked. Stopping momentarily, she stroked the cock slowly, her eager saliva covering the whole cock. “You are one lucky guy,” she whispered, admiring his cock. “You know, my dad works a lot... And works with Antoine a lot. You could...come over...if you want.”

Liking the idea but liking the idea of her sucking more more, he muttered, “Just keep sucking bitch.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, eagerly putting the cock back in her mouth. She continued to bob her head on the cock continuously for three minutes.

“Look up at me. Let me see those eyes, slut.”

Without removing the cock from her mouth, Sasha looked up at him.

Getting close, Darnell stood up, balancing himself with his pants around his ankles. He grabbed the back of her head, briefly fucked her throat. She gagged on his cock, her eyes going back into her head. “Fuck, yeah!”

Slurp.

Slurp.

Slurp.

She let her mouth turn into his fuck hole as he continued to fuck it.

“I said look up at me!”

Struggling, she followed his order.

He let her bob on her own as he reached down and unhooked her bra.
“Hey, my dad said you only got oral!” she protested, the cock still on her lips.

“Shut up and suck,” Darnell yelled, the bra off and his big black hands exploring her firm tits.

Wanting to stop but wanting to get this black cock to explode more, Sasha let the man fondle her as she counter sucked his throat fucking.

Slurp

Slurp

Slurp.

“Fuck...yeah...you... little...bitch... “ he yelled, as he fucked harder than he had the whole session.

Whipping his cock out of her mouth, he shouted, “Show me that face. Show me those eyes!”

He grabbed her chin and angled her face up. Slowly, he dropped her balls onto her waiting tongue. The girl's tongue circulated and vibrated on the bottom of the ball sack as Darnell stoked his wet cock hard and fast.

Looking dead into her eyes, Darnell yelled, “OH FUCK!”

String after string after bead after bead of cum covered her eyes, her chin, and her forehead. The last vinegar stroke landed right into her pretty little ponytail. “FUCK!” he yelled.

Sasha, still covered, mumbled, “Well, that was fucking hot!”

Suddenly, the door to the house slammed open. Standing there were three black gentlemen about Darnell's size, all dressed in suits.

“Who the fuck is this?!” the man in the front shouted.

“Who the fuck are you?” Darnell asked, having quickly pulled his pants up.

“I'm Antoine, mother fucker. Who the fuck are you?”

“Shit...” Darnell whispered, buttoning his pants.

Sasha wiped cum out of her eyes and looked at Antoine. “Mr. Antoine? If you're here, then...who's he? Isn't he the one collecting?”

Darnell ran out the door past the three black gentlemen, jumped in his truck. As he did, Antoine yelled out, “Thanks for warming her up for us.”

Sasha stared at the three remaining men. “Umm...but my dad said...”

“Your dad said we get the first shot at the pretty little mouth. Seeing as how that brother just used it up, we gon' use some other holes. One ...or two...at a time...”

Sasha shrugged her shoulders and reached out for Antoine's fly. “I guess a deal's a deal.”

End part one of two.

I confess, after reading some of the comments left for OP's including the OP's confessions themselves I've come to realize that this website should be called dickless.com. Motherless isn't appropriate because most of these men that post here live in mommy's basement.

I've never seen such a sad group of fuckers in all my life. Lame confessions, barely able to spell, can't think for themselves, and even people who answer their own confessions because no one was paying attention to them.

Then there are the "my daughter" "my niece" postings, even when they don't even have one, in a lame attempt to get people to say shit, while they get attention they never had from mommy and daddy. I especially love those that post just to get a rise out of people, attempting to shock others like, "I touched my baby today."

Or the more popular, "This is a photo of my ...insert girlfriend, lover, wife here..." When it is only a photo that was found on the internet and they haven't been laid since 1933, if ever. "What would you do to her?" Sick shit.

Seriously, the people I've seen on this website are mentally disturbed, challenged, have special needs, or a mix of all the above.

It's amazing this place hasn't been shut down already.

Here is the second chapter of my story - 'How do good girls end up as bitches?'

I hope that you like it.

Chapter Two � The Good Doctor

Now you�ve got to understand that I can�t detail every sexual event in my little life in this history, otherwise we would be here for weeks. But according to my diary, from the time of my first rape on my 13th birthday over the next 12 months I had sex of some sort with 87 people. Mostly with my Uncle Bob and Dad of course because they just couldn�t keep their hands and cocks off me, or out of me. And it was only when these two perverts started to get tired of fucking me that they saw a way of making extra money and humiliating me even more, so they started selling me, or trading me with other perverts so that they could get at other peoples� kids.

Most of these 87 people were men, as you might imagine, but there were some girls and women too. Some were forced to do stuff with me, others � like wife�s and girlfriends of the sex fiends I was given or sold to � did things with me because they liked it�got off on raping a young girl with a strap on, or making her eat them out while being fucked by their husband or whatever. My diary says that I did some kind of sex with 13 women over those 12 months.

So you see it would be long and pretty boring to tell you about every fuck, rape, blow job, beating, or whatever that I�ve done � but I�ll tell you about the things that marked me the most. The worst of the worst if you like.

One thing you can say about Uncle Bob is that he�s not stupid � corrupt, perverted, sadistic yes � stupid, no. The last thing he wanted on his hands was a pregnant 13 year old school girl, who happened to be his niece. What he needed fast was a tame doctor that would put me on the pill. True I hadn�t started my periods yet, but he didn�t want to take any chances. I know him and my Dad talked about having me sterilised permanently, just to be on the safe side, but Uncle Bob thought that maybe in the future they might want to �breed me� and that I might be worth more if I could get knocked up � wasn�t that kind of him? He also needed a way to keep track of whether I was clean or not, after all he didn�t want me passing on any diseases and getting his precious cock all messed up. So they needed a doctor to supply the necessaries.

Being a normal (although perverted) person, you might think it�s hard to find people to do what Uncle Bob needed? Well it�s not. There are perverts everywhere � doctors, nurses, police, politicians, business men and women, whatever. You name it and there�s someone out there dying to do it � for a price. And Uncle Bob seemed to know every scum bag and sex maniac in Manchester and further.

It took Uncle Bob only a couple of phone calls to have an appointment with his chosen medical help � a certain Dr. Stuart Radcliffe. A middle-aged, married general practitioner with two young kids of his own and ambitions towards serious incest, rape and torture.

My Dad and Uncle Bob took me along to the good doctor only 4 days after my first rape session � my birthday present if you remember. My pussy was still sore, but the bleeding had stopped after the second day, and I still had trouble walking normally. My ass was bruised from the spanking, but at least it didn�t hurt anymore when I sat down.

In the days after my first fucking both Uncle Bob and Dad had been satisfied with regular and frequent blowjobs, while watching the rape videos that they had made of me. They didn�t want to fuck me again until I�d been to the doctor, just in case they did permanent damage to my cunt and organs � how caring! So they were happy just to fuck my face instead. And I was relieved to have an easy way out as well, because my pussy was so fucking sore I felt like I had broken glass stuffed up me and bits of blood kept staining my panties � but mum never said a word when she washed my bloody underwear, maybe she thought I�d started my periods? And taking a pee or a shit � Jesus Holy Christ did that burn! I had to squat over the toilet and spread my little cunt lips wide to make sure none of the piss touched my bruised and battered skin. And for some damned reason every time I needed to squeeze out a turd the shit seemed to put pressure on my ripped pussy, making every shit-taking a nightmare.

So there I was on Monday afternoon, sitting in Dr. Radcliffe�s waiting room, wearing Dad�s idea of cute little girl clothes � a tight red t-shirt with little white bunnies and multi-coloured flowers embroidered over the front, a white cotton skirt that just reached about 6 inches above my knees (very short in other words), white ankle socks of course and red open-toe sandals. If I hadn�t kept my knees firmly pressed together you would have been able to see the black silk panties that Daddy had picked out for me, but pressed together they were. My bra of course matched the panties, but you couldn�t see any of that through the t-shirt, you would just have enjoyed glancing at my 30AA boobs and wondering just what it would be like to squeeze those firm, ripe apples.

Dr. Radcliffe had made the appointment for us to arrive after his other patients had gone and his receptionist had finished for the day. So we had him all to ourselves and we soon went through to his office. Now Dr. Radcliffe is not an impressive looking man, being 45 years old, already having a well developed hair hole and a bulging belly � the result of too many Rotary Club lunches and pints of beer in the local strip clubs. The good doctor was of course happily married � happy in the sense that he could screw whoever he wanted as long as his wife didn�t have to hear about it. He is also the father of two children, the oldest � a girl of 8 called Wendy, and a boy of 6 called Jason. As I was soon to find out Dr. Radcliffe had well developed plans for these poor little mites. If you like that kind of thing I�m sure you can imagine the sort of deprived acts he leeringly discussed with Uncle Bob and my Dad.

Once sitting comfortably in Dr. Radcliffe�s rather tatty office and having exchanged the usual British pleasantries about the weather, the price of beer and Manchester United�s chances for next season, we got down to business. At least the perverts did � I was just the object of the discussion and something to be negotiated over as to the level and frequency of abuse I was to endure as payment for the medical services they needed. Money was never mentioned in the discussion since it was clear from the start that the doctor expected payment in kind for his involvement. The question was just how little could Dad and Uncle Bob get away with in terms of my time with the doctor and which holes could he abuse during that time. The doctor had a particular wish to take advantage of my virgin anus and this was not on the table (so to speak) for Uncle Bob and Dad. They wanted to keep this prize for themselves, or at least to be able to auction my ass cherry off to the highest bidder � another great money-making idea from Uncle Bob.

So an agreement was reached and hands were shaken � I was to visit the doctor at his office or a place of his choice once per month, for a duration of 2 hours - for my check up and examination. He would provide all the prescriptions necessary for my contraception and if necessary arrange any abortions that may crop up if contraception failed. Should any sexual diseases be contracted, then he would take care of the treatment. If any other drugs or services were required from him then more time would be allocated or more services provided by me, to be negotiated at the time. On his part during the two hours per month he could take advantage of either my mouth or cunt, or any other part of my body, but he could not penetrate my ass with anything bigger than his finger. Nor could he inflict any permanent marks or damage on my body, but otherwise any torture was permitted. Bruises were allowed as long as they were not visible when I was in public or during school activities. He was also allowed to take photos or videos, but these could not be sold or distributed without my Uncle, or Dad�s permission. He was also not allowed to offer me to anyone else during the two hours. There�deal done, negotiations over � time to sample the merchandise.

So my first examination time had come and although I�m sure Uncle Bob and Dad were tempted to stay and watch, they decided to go off for a couple of beers and would come back in two hours. They reminded the doctor that I really did need examining and then took my prescription off to get my pill supply.

Give the doctor his credit, he did take his time and examine me thoroughly. After nicely asking me to strip he took my weight and blood pressure and he measured my height and physical statistics � maybe he over did the measuring of my boobs a bit, but he did act like a doctor. He was wearing a long white doctor�s coat so I couldn�t see the state of his cock, but from the way he was starting to sweat as I slowly pulled my t-shirt over my head, shaking out my long black hair, and unzipped my skirt I would say he must have had the boner of his life. And yes I was doing it slowly � why? Because he only had 2 hours with me and every second I could keep him off me the happier I would be. So down came the zipper on my tight little skirt�so slowly�reaching behind me with both hands for the zipper and pushing out my boobs so that he got a good look. Wriggling my hips (if a 13 year old girl has hips!), I slipped the skirt down my long smooth legs�and his bulging eyes followed it down�down to my shoes�me bending with the skirt so that he can get an eye full of what�s in my bra.

I straightened up holding the skirt and looked around innocently for somewhere to put it � what a neat girl. I folded it nicely and set it down on the chair nearest the door. Five more minutes gone! Now for the bra�reaching behind to the clasp�licking my lips, �It�s so dry in here doctor, could I have a glass of water, please?� The clasp opens and I ease the shoulder straps down over my arms, the cups still snugly holding on to my boobs.

I thought he would pass out at this point; he was steaming and gripping the desk so hard his knuckles were white. God I was actually enjoying this strip tease! I wriggled my shoulders to shake off the bra and he gasped out loud as my cute little apples came into view � light brown orbs, tight and firm with slightly darker aureoles and cute little nubs standing up under the scrutiny of Dr. Radcliffe. The bra joined the skirt and still the seconds ticked by with no movement from the doc.

Putting one foot up on the chair nearest to him I bent down to take off my sandal, my boobs tantalising the hypnotised doctor�off with the sandal and then the little white ankle sock. Then the second shoe and sock followed, again placed neatly on the growing pile of clothes.

Now for the moment of truth though, I only had my panties left to delay with. Hooking a thumb into each side I began to wriggle the silky black underwear down, over my hot little ass. Over my hips�slow�must do it slowly�easing them down one side at a time�rocking them down my thighs�the crotch sticking to my pussy for a second as they slide down my long, smooth legs � long for a 13 year old anyway. Down to my knees now�lifting one foot, then the other as my nakedness is finally complete and the warm panties dangle from my finger. Neatly folded they too joined my skirt, t-shirt and socks on the pile.

Standing naked in front of the doctor�s desk he studied me from head to toe�paying particular attention to my boobs and pussy. He finally moved a hand and made a circling motion with his finger, �Turn around please Sonia,� he asked. And of course I was happy to make a slow turn so that he could take all the time he wanted to check out my ass.

Slowly he stood and came around the desk and pointed to his weighing scales � more time taken up with a real examination, but that meant really touching me, and that built up his confidence as he started stroking and squeezing his way through checking my breasts, taking the temperature in my mouth, my pussy and my ass! For God�s sake, who ever heard of taking a temperature that way? At least my blood pressure was normal, which is more than we can say about his I�m sure!

�Just hop up onto the examination couch Sonia and put your feet in the stirrups,� says the doc as we get to the part that I really wasn�t looking forward to, the pussy inspection. He slipped on a pair of transparent latex gloves � you know I�ve always found the taste of these gloves a turn on, like whenever I go to the dentist and he (or she) starts pushing these rubber-covered fingers around my mouth it just makes me so hot and I have to fight the urge to start sucking them. Do you feel like that? Anyway it�s not my mouth the old doc wants to poke around in, and he wastes no time pouring gel over his hands and sliding his fingers into my exposed hole. One, two and then a third finger�even with the gel this is stretching things to the limit. I can feel his fingers probing around inside my tender slit, my first ever deep exam. He grunts a couple of times like he�s found something worth digging at and then pulls out his fingers with a rude slurping sound � God that sound is just so rude, sort of like a wet fart when someone pulls out of a wet cunt or ass hole, I always get embarrassed when I hear it.

So next up (literally) is the speculum - cold but at least he lubricated it before sliding that damn torture device up my tight little snatch. Felt like I was being raped by some robot from Mars�and then my poor tight little slit is being stretched wider�.wider�Jesus Christ he�s going to split me in half! �Just relax and it won�t hurt a bit.� No it won�t hurt a bit, it hurts a fucking LOT! My screams echoed around the office and if anyone had been in the building they would have thought I was being slaughtered. But I was going nowhere, with my feet held up and legs spread wide enough to dislodge my joints. My hands gripped the sides of the couch for all they were worth.

�Now, now Sonia,� says Doc Pervert, �We can�t have you wriggling around like that, you might fall off the couch and hurt yourself.� So the doctor opens a drawer behind the couch and produces a set of thick black leather straps. With my mind occupied with the pain in my over-stretched cunt, he�s quickly able to fasten the straps around each wrist to a metal bar running under the seat of the couch. A third, longer strap is attached to both sides of the couch, across my neck � securing my head. From the same drawer he brings out a cute leather ring-gag, which he pushes into my gasping mouth and buckles behind my head. No room to move now and not much sound I can make either, just whooshing or oofing sounds like some damn retard. But the point was that I could make some sound, just not loud or coherent � that�s what he wanted, and a normal gag would have stopped me making any sound. Why was that important? Because he was going to whip me and he was going to get off on my hushed, but not blocked, screams!

Now it was the doc�s turn to strip and he did it a whole lot faster than I had. In 10 seconds flat he was naked except for his fucking socks � can you believe it, he kept his fucking socks on! I guess he hadn�t filled his toy collection at that time because the only thing he had to whip me with was the leather belt that had been holding his trousers up (pants for you Americans). And that was plenty, but at least he didn�t use the end with the buckle.

The first strike of a whip is not the worst you know? It comes as a shock, but it doesn�t hurt the most. To help increase the pain of the blows you need the victim to anticipate the pain and be waiting for it � almost feeling it before the whiplash lands. It�s in the mind of the victim, the extra pain. It�s true, try it.

I don�t think the doc had much experience of this sort of thing � maybe I was his first real chance to try out his fantasies. He landed some pretty hard lashes across my tits and stomach, and I tried to scream � just as he wanted me to, but he seemed to be holding back � unsure of what strength to put into each blow.

The first hit caught me just at the bottom of my breasts and the shock made me strain against the straps and my pussy contracted against the metal spreader still stuck up inside me�trying to push the fucker out of me. But the shock made me suck air in and I didn�t scream at all � the second blow an instant later landed across my stomach � and brought out all the air in a pathetic �Whoosh!� that turned into an even more stupid �Wooor!� sound as the last air left my lungs. He got into a bit of a rhythm after that and gave me a couple of seconds between lashes, so I could get my next breath ready for the almost-scream. And that is what increases the pain � the anticipation of the hit. The knowing it�s coming and the hopelessness of not being able to stop it. Helpless, even unable to scream or turn away from the blows. And I can see him standing there with the belt � naked, his little cock standing up hard against his pot belly. He�s sweating like a pig with the excitement and effort, swinging the belt again��Waugh�..augh�.augh!� Is all I can manage as the tears come pouring out and my half-gagged screams get cut off as I run out of breath and have to drag in another lung full of air.

But tears aren�t the only liquid that started to leak � it�s one of the odd things about me, when I take a beating sooner or later I start to pee. Not big gushing streams, but a little trickle, a few drops at a time as my bladder loses some of its control. And that started now�drops of pee falling from my strained pussy onto the doctor�s office carpet.

It didn�t take long for Herr Doktor to notice my leak and to my surprise he stopped the beating. At first I thought it was because he didn�t want the mess on his carpet, but no he pulled a stool over in front of my slowly leaking pussy and started taking out the metal intruder. Relief! He was a bit rough taking the damn thing out, but I wasn�t about to complain. What he did next really surprised me � I mean REALLY surprised me. He put his mouth to my slit and started lapping at the leaking piss! Now this really was a first for me. I�ve been made to drink a man�s pee before a few times, but I�ve never had anyone drinking mine.

He was pushing his face deeper into my slit now and trying to suck my pee hole, opening my lips with his thumbs�drinking right from the source you might say. I could feel him sucking at me and so I did him a favour � hey you like my pee, have more. So I let him have it, not all at once, just sort of opened the tap a little and let him slurp it down.

I guess this was a big thing for him and really got his motor running. As soon as he�d sucked down the last drop � and there was quite a lot � he stood up, boner in hand and just stuck it straight into the place his mouth had just left. Now his cock was pretty pathetic, but still my pussy was still quite raw from all the mauling that it had received lately and it took a fair amount of effort for him to stuff that skinny 6 incher into my cunny. But this was nothing like the fucking my Dad and Uncle Bob had given me, and old doc Radcliffe humped away for a couple of minutes, his hands squeezing and pulling at my titties, and then he was over the edge. And yes I could feel him inside me, of course I could�I felt every push, every pull back and then every spurt of his dirty cum inside my belly. The fuck lasted maybe 2-3 minutes maximum, so it was no big deal. But my tits and stomach were on fire from the belting. I was bright red from the neck to my pussy � and my pussy was pretty damn sore as well.

He pulled out of me as soon as he got his breath back, pulled out like all guys do, just leaving me with a gaping hole, empty, already leaking cum down from my cunt to my ass crack.

You know guys, once you�ve had your fun and blown your load you are pretty pathetic creatures. You lose all interest in the girl you just fucked, even if you promised her the universe if she would just let you into her pants. I guess that�s why you like hookers so much � no need for commitments. And I guess that�s why guys like me so much, because they can do what they want and just pull their cocks out without a thought. Am I right? You bet your wife I�m right � yeah that�s right, what are wives really for? Fucking � forget it, after the first 50 times it�s a drag right? Having kids - how many guys really give a shit about raising kids? Looking after the house and doing the shopping - it�s not worth it, cheaper to hire a maid. Am I right?

So the doc has blown his load and got his money�s worth. Now he can�t wait to get me out the door and the straps and gag come off fast enough to take the skin off my wrists and neck. He was gentleman enough to help me get my legs down from the stirrups and hand me some tissue for the cum that�s leaking down my ass and puddling on the couch. There wasn�t enough left up me to trickle down my legs, so waddling like a fucked duck I was able to get dressed without getting a mess on my clothes. Putting on my t-shirt hurt like hell, but I left my bra off because my tits were all swollen and it would never have fitted.

As soon as I was dressed the doc hustled me out of his office and into his waiting room � not as much as a single word was said. I guess he called my Dad because 15 minutes later he and Uncle Bob arrived to take me home. From the time Dad had left until he picked me up, the whole thing had taken just over an hour. I guess I got off easy, but the doc certainly found it easy to get off using me.

That was the first time with the doctor, but after that he was a quick learner and every time was a bit harder for me, a bit more painful and the sessions got started a whole lot faster. If you want I�ll tell you more about the doctor and his experiments, just let me know � maybe I�ll make him the subject of a whole story, not just a chapter, he would like that.

You know, when you are writing one of these stories you sort of get drained and find yourself wanting to wrap them up quickly. When I first wrote this down I had thought that I would end this chapter here, but as I was laying in bed the morning after writing it I started thinking about what happened after I had finished with the doctor and was on my way home. Before I knew it my hand was down between my legs and I was masturbating furiously as I remembered what had happened in the car after my Dad and Uncle Bob picked me up. And I thought, after I had cum, maybe you would like to read about it � maybe it would make you feel the way I did this morning?

So, we walked out to Uncle Bob�s car � a shiny new BMW 5 series, pale blue with soft leather seats. Uncle Bob always had nice things and he liked fast new cars � never really figured out where he got his money from though to buy them.

It was pretty clear to me as we walked that they had been on more than just beer while I had been with the doctor. Even though I was a bit preoccupied with my own aches and pains I could tell they were both pretty high. My Dad got in the driver's seat and Uncle Bob got in the back with me. I love the smell of new cars, especially the new leather and today there was more than just the new car smells, there was a fug of smoke from the joints that they had smoked on the way over to pick me up. A nice sweet smell that I often smelled around Uncle Bob when he was in one of his more relaxed moods.

With Uncle Bob�s arm around my shoulder we zoomed off into the evening traffic and Uncle Bob asked me to tell him everything about what had happened after they left me with the doctor � �Everything�, he said with a leer, �Every little detail of what he did to you and what you did.� So I did. I told them about the striptease, about the examination, about how he strapped me to the couch and about the whipping. When I told him about that part he told me to lift up my t-shirt so he could see the marks and swellings. He whistled when he saw how swollen and red my breasts were and he gently cupped my left breast in his right hand and massaged my poor little nipple � which happily responded to his touch by stiffening for him. He liked that and stroked a bit harder, then switched to my other nipple and got that to stand to attention as well.

I could tell from the bulge in his trousers that he liked my story and he told me go on, with every detail. So then I told him about how the doctor had lapped up my pee and sucked down every drop from my bladder as I lay there strapped to his examination couch. That part nearly caused an accident as my Dad hadn�t been paying attention to the driving and nearly ran into a truck turning into a side street. A few nasty words were exchanged between Dad and Uncle Bob about driving tests and road safety and we were back into the story again. But Uncle Bob kept coming back to the pee drinking part and he seemed fascinated by it. After I had been over every detail at least 3 times he had to have some release, his cock was just too painful cramped into his jeans.

�Come on baby� he says, �time to help Uncle Bob relax after a hard day.� And he pointed down at his zip. Now you should know that Uncle Bob always liked me to do all the work around satisfying him. You might have noticed that in my first chapter when Uncle Bob made me rape myself on his cock? Yes, he is a lazy bastard and likes to add to my humiliation by having me make all the moves. So cock sucking often starts by me having to undo his zipper and extract the cock that is going to abuse me. That�s what happened now and with both hands I reached down and undid the button of his jeans and lowered the zip. Since his cock was applying full pressure on the material it was quite a job getting him open. But I�ve got small, delicate hands and longer slender fingers, perfect for wrapping around a cock, or opening zips under pressure.

Uncle Bob has a pretty good figure (for his age � 43 at that time, my Dad was 37) and his beer gut is smaller than my Dad�s. He�s also not so hairy. And, very important for trying to give blowjobs in cars, he wears cool, ball hugging underwear that slips down easily. He lifted his ass to help me get his underwear and jeans down to his knees, and there was Uncle Bob�s trouser snake ready for action � as usual.

The traffic was pretty heavy as we drove along and we were going pretty slow, from one traffic light to the next, crawling along really. So it was easy for me to just lean down and take his cock head into my mouth, left hand cupping his balls, right hand holding the root of his shaft. Giving a blowjob in a fast moving car can be a bit awkward if the road is bumpy or there are lots of bends. You either end up doing unexpected deep throat, or half biting off the poor guy�s member. Very risky. But no worries right now, it was a routine, well practised exercise of my tongue and suction � at least it started that way.

I had given Uncle Bob my bra as we got into the car � I didn�t need it and I had no pockets to put it in. But now Uncle Bob found a use for it � that is he reached down and pulled my hands behind my back, tying them at the wrists with my bra. So there I am sitting beside him on his left, but half turned towards him with my head buried in his lap and my hand bound behind me. Believe me this is not an easy to position to work in and requires balance and strong neck muscles, as well as good sucking technique to keep the cock where it needs to be. Fortunately (if I can say that), Uncle Bob was only using my mouth to warm up on. He wanted a fuck and of course I had to do all the work. He pulled my up by my hair and said, �Time to saddle up sweetie, let�s see if you can ride Uncle Bob all the way home.�

With my hands tied it wasn�t easy and I was glad that Uncle Bob�s car had darkened windows or else half of Manchester would have witnessed my ass riding Uncle Bob�s cock. With a little (a very little) help Uncle Bob positioned me over his cock, my head bent under the roof of the car and my knees on the seat either side of his waist. He did lower his ass on the seat just to give my legs space to get in the right position to mount him. And he did hold his cock for me�putting it against the entrance to my cunt and rubbing his pre-cum and my saliva up and down my pussy lips.

�Ok baby, take it� he says. So of course I obliged him, letting my weight sink down onto his shaft, but doing it really, really slowly, letting my pussy stretch open with each inch of his cock. Even driving along slowly the streets of Manchester aren�t that smooth and each bump pushed his cock in that bit further. Dad was watching in the rear-view mirror and Uncle Bob reminded him to keep his fucking eyes on the road.

Now you�ve got to remember that although I�ve given hundreds of blowjobs and hand jobs over the years, this was only my 4th fuck. And I�m still only 13 so my pussy was really, really tight. But I had just been opened by the good doctor and fucked (fuck number 3), so it was a bit easier to fit Uncle Bob in this time. And it was a bit less painful since there was some of the doctor�s gel and a bit of his cum still up there, helping me along a bit.

By using my legs it was pretty easy to control the rhythm of the fuck, even with the bumping and turning of the car. It helped that Uncle Bob�s cock was big enough to stay up my cunt even with the rough ride � trying to ride a little skinny cock like this would be impossible, it would just keep slipping out.

So with my t-shirt pushed up Uncle Bob�s hands had free access to my bruised and battered boobs, and he took full advantage with his tweaking and squeezing. And for him it was a pretty fast fuck because we hadn�t been at it more than 10 minutes when he started grunting and thrusting harder into me, hands on my hips now, and his cock started pumping and spurting into my tight cunt tube.

The hardest part about a fuck like this is getting off a still-hard cock! With my hands still tied and Uncle Bob still pretty hard, it was like a contortionist act to lift my ass off him and get it back onto the seat next to him. And that�s when something really odd happened � if you didn�t think it was odd enough for an under-age girl�s uncle to be fucking her on the back seat of a car driven by her father!

Like I said, Uncle Bob liked his cars and he liked to keep them clean, so as soon as my well-fucked ass touched his back seat he goes ballistic!

�What the fuck are you doing you stupid slut?� He screamed, and my Dad almost crashed again for the 20th time. �Stop the fucking car.� He yelled at my Dad, �The bitch is leaking all over my leather seats�.

So Dad zoomed into the first side-street he could find and skidded to a stop. Out he jumped and leaped to my door, wrenching it open. �Get out you moron.� Dad screamed into my face as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me through the door.

�Holy fuck! Look at that mess on my leather. She�s leaked cum all over it. You FUCKING BITCH!�

He was in a real state. Angrier than I�d ever seen him. Probably made worse because he was still pretty high from the drugs he�d been on. I was just standing at the side of the car shaking with fear. I could tell my Dad was pretty scared too because he was all white and just kept saying �Take it easy Bob, she didn�t mean it.� And at least he stood between me and Uncle Bob; otherwise I think he would have kicked the shit out of me.

�Well it was your stupid bitch that made the fucking mess so you had better clean it up.� Was Uncle Bob�s answer, and he stood over my Dad with his fists clenched.

So my Dad pulls his handkerchief from his pocket and starts to wipe off the leather seat. �Not like that you fucking queer.� Says Uncle Bob with a sick grin on his face, �I know you like the taste of cum now and again, so let�s see you clean it properly � with your fucking tongue!�

My Dad went tomato red and opened his mouth to argue, but I think he saw Uncle Bob was in a mood for a fight and Dad would have been no match for him. So, like I was dreaming or something, Dad bends down and starts licking up the mix of his brother�s cum and my pussy juice that had dripped and been smeared all over the back seat.

While I�m standing there with my mouth open like an idiot, Uncle Bob has whipped out his camera and is filming Dad lapping and sucking at the cum I�ve leaked. And Dad starts to really get into it, rubbing his cock through his trousers as he slides his tongue over the wet leather upholstery.

So there�s this unbelievable scene � while my Uncle sticks his camera through the door on the other side, my Dad goes at the seat until it�s shiny and clean as new again. But of course now my Dad has a boner again and needs taking care of.

�Let�s do that again you fucking homo, only this time lets get the whole thing on cam.� Says Uncle Bob. �Sonia, you can jerk off good old Johnny-boy, right there on my seat and then Daddy can clean it up, good as new � OK?�

Now this is just sooooo weird, but we get ourselves set � right there in this side-street where anyone could pass by. Dad�s standing at the open door, his zip open and cock out, me crouching on the car floor behind the passenger seat � and Uncle Bob is filming the crazy scene from the other side of the car.

So I take Daddy�s boner in my right hand and start wanking him, nice and slow � for the camera. The back seat light is on so everything looks good for Uncle Bob�s masterpiece. Dad is well gone and is just oozing pre-cum all over my hand. I reach under his balls with my left hand to help him get there and after only a couple of minutes I can feeling him tightening-up, getting ready to shoot, his cum boiling out of his balls.

I moved my left hand quickly out of the way so the cum didn�t land on me and just used my right hand to milk him as he came, squeezing his load out and aiming into the middle of the back seat. The first spurts though reached almost all the way to Uncle Bob and splattered the full length of the back seat. Anybody can say what they want, but I know how to give a great hand-job and get every last drop of cum from a man�s balls!

So that was the first part of Uncle Bob�s script, now we needed the pervy part. We needed Daddy to clean up his own mess.

Now I know a lot of you guys get turned on at the idea of being made to lick up your own cum, but mostly that�s while you have a hard cock and haven�t unloaded. Once you have dumped your load it�s a whole new story and it�s only a real pervert that will REALLY get down and enjoy licking up his own hot cum.

So I guess my Dad really is special because he got down there with his face still all sweaty from the orgasm and started cleaning that leather seat like he was a porn super star. All I had to do was lean back against the seat behind me and let Uncle Bob get his close-ups as Dad scooped up the cum load with his tongue, displayed it nicely for the camera and then swallowed. I couldn�t have done it any better. Dad did a great job of finding and cleaning up every drop and polishing the leather seat to perfection.

Now you�ve got to admit that this would be memorable to a young girl, seeing her Dad for the first time do something that was pretty �gay�. And I can�t say I really looked at Dad the same way after that. I think that it must have marked a turning point for Dad too because I witnessed many other gay acts by him over the next years, usually with young boys and often with shocking violence and even �snuff� for the boys during or after he fucked them. I�ll put some of this in later chapters for you �bi� guys. Let me know if you want more.

PRETTY




Pretty house, pretty flowers, and all the pretty people. That could be the start and end to the story there. However, what story wants to just be pretty? You can have your pretty dress and pretty white stallion, but in the end, the stallion just drops dead.
So, imagine this scene. You have two people, let’s say Steve and Martha. They've been together since high school and raised two pretty girls who are almost through high school themselves. Steve has his perfect dream job as a novelist. Plus, he has his fucking millionth copy sold party next week at The Garches. Martha stays at home, the biggest fucking prettiest house in the Upper Valley. She probably just lays around and suntans all day, trying to be that much...prettier for her husband. Not that it would matter much, they've already been to Hawaii twice this year, and it's only March!
Oh wait, sorry, getting a bit off topic there.
So, back to the story.
The couple Steve and Martha then go to Steve's millionth copy sold party, which they just decided to call their "Zeroooooo" Party. Of course they did. Here's where the story gets a little more interesting. So, their eldest daughter, a pretty little thing, just turned 18, let’s just call her Belle to simplify things. Well, she has this boyfriend, jock, quarterback, straight “A” student. A nice guy really. However, unknown to Steve and Martha, she decides to date this other dude. Well, dude not exactly anymore. Sex change, though, would have just been a little prettier. Let's say he is a "duder". As in, all grapes add the "r" when they become raisins. The duder is about 65 now, which only gives him a couple more years before he can retire from the exotic books business. The party is also going to be the platform for Steve to announce his new book. The duder goes up to the stage, and pulls back the curtains to the new jacket cover. Let's just skip all the pretty words, and the fight, don't forget the arson and the restraining order. However, let's not forget Steve and Martha's new jobs at Feed Freddies, the move to Downton Street, and the divorce. Also, Belle's perfect quarterback boyfriend broke up with her when she started wearing more clothes than Queen Elizabeth to school. At very least, the strip club is getting even busier with the Belle, sorry royal ass Eliza, running the show.
Pretty ending to that story, eh? Well, that's just the beginning. This is all just hypothetical, of course. Let's not forget that.
Now, imagine this strip club in the Lower Valley. It’s already been established that pretty young Eliza would be the up on stage shaking her two big moneymakers. You got to love the girls with daddy issues! Let’s say that her tips are pretty good, but it is never enough. Eliza then starts taking the men back stage for her fucking specialty. OK, probably shouldn’t go there.
There is this one fucking ugly duder that would always come in with the prettiest flowers, lilies to be exact. He had a fetish of making Eliza into his pretty yellow picture. Sure, things are going pretty and well for Belle, sorry Eliza, but why does the story have to end there.
So, her estranged father, Steve comes in during one night in carnival. Oh, that place is decked out in all kinds of pretty, from the pretty beads down to the pretty masks. Steve has a right old time, drinks some beers, has a couple nice views. He goes home later and neither of them are any the wiser.
Then, it is a week into Lent that something really happened. The duder is busy working with his Eliza canvas when in walked Belle’s former quarterback dude and his buddies. OK, true, they aren't 21 yet, but who cares when they come in with some perfectly pretty fake I.D.’s. Imagine it going down like this. The dude tries to cop some feels from his former girlfriend when she is covered in all the lilies. Naturally, Eliza tries to cover herself and run. Here’s the best part. The duder fucker grabs her ankle and trips her. He then pulls out a gun and tells her to don’t fucking move again. Before he can start arranging his flowers again, the dude grabs the duder. The dude then gets shot in the head, and so does pretty little fucking Eliza when she goes to help out. The old fucker runs and gets away.
Don’t you just love where these are going? At very least, it would sound better for the story if Belle/Eliza and the quarterback didn’t die.
OK, maybe it is time for a little change of pace, maybe something a little prettier. It probably would be a good idea to give this second duder a name, to make things a little easier to remember. His name will be Ralph, after this guy...Oh never mind. So, Ralph escapes from the Lower Valley. Let it just be said that he does get away with murder. OK, so, Ralph then goes to Amsterdam in the Netherlands. Flowers, flowers everywhere, but so are the pretty people. He especially loves frequenting the Red Light District. That old fucker does what he wants. So, the moral of the story is that Ralph finds a little money on the streets, goes and buys some dope, does it up with a cop outside, and gets arrested.
Justice served, well no.
Actually, there is an explosion the next day in the lobby of the jail. All those mother fuckers die but Ralph. He escapes and no harm done. Then, he goes out and buys a lottery ticket and make some good dough. Next, he invests some of that, and due to a great surge in the economy, he brings in all the big bills. Afterwards, he starts a modeling agency, where he can look to his hearts desire, each of which become a canvas of his own. His business goes under in a couple years, but would cares; Ralph got to live his dream. That is so much prettier than all those people.
That's it, done; let's end the story right there. There were rich people who found out their daughter was fucking some duder. Don't forget the naked cover. It doesn't matter too much, those people got what they desired anyway. Then, the next scene had that pretty girl from the first tale who works at a strip club. She doesn't even realize when her own shithead father comes into the place and takes a couple peaks. Her promiscuity at least was the end of her anyway, when this God awful duder shows up. Shoots her and her ex boyfriend. The story ends on a high notes when the duder travels to Amsterdam, and makes lots of money doing what he loves.
That could be the end of it; it just could. However, why do stories always have to end just when the going gets good? There are always those hardworking people out there that want to make more money. Those are good people and their work have to be honored.
More, more, more, that is all anybody wants now a days. Let's give the people want they want.
OK, imagine this girl...since this is a sequel, it would make sense to bring back at least some of the characters from the first part. So, this girl is Steve and Martha's other daughter...Trudy. She may not be the prettiest girl, but everyone says she's beautiful on the inside with doves flying out of her ass at least twice a day. Trudy is two grades younger than that ex-stripper sister of her's Eliza, Belle, whatever her name is. It doesn't matter anymore. The dove girl sings to all the other birds and dances on the moon. Well, at least before that was before her slut sister was rightly shot in the head. Then, Trudy becomes very introverted, thinking more about her pretty self than to that cruel, ugly world out there. She ends up dropping out of school as soon as she turns 16, and emancipates herself from her now deadbeat parents. Don't worry, she has a perfectly good job next to Feed Freddies at a place called Happy Harvey's; it's a pub. No, she doesn't serve the drinks. Instead, Trudy works at the daycare in the back watching over all the pretty children.
Not long after she started working there, she began to wear this pretty sequenced red dress everyday. That was the only dress she could afford anyway. She did it for this regular that would come in, taller, youngish. He made Trudy feel beautiful again. This dude was not a pervert; he would never touch her. Well, that was until she turned 18, and then they humped it out like hippos.
One day, she over hears him saying he lost his job, so she offers for him to stay with her. He was too much of a mutch not to take it. They lived, they humped, oh life was good. Things soon got more serious, and prudy Trudy was finally falling in love. Ah, isn't that sweet. Let's fast forward now to the part of the story where she finds out he is already married. The mutch only thought she was his friend. Trudy beats the shit out of his pretty head for that. It's pretty, no, beautiful seeing the sight of the bastard afterwards. He must have lost at least 100 pounds with all the stuffing knocked out of him. Now, his wife cop from down in the Lower Valley may have not fucked or, for that matter, seen the fucker for awhile, but she is definitely the daughter of a bitch. Saying she got even is good, but retribution sounds much better. Oh, that poor girl's beauty was just pouring out of her, glistening like a rainbow.
Let's make one this perfectly clear, Trudy does not die EVER! For, that girl's hind is as tough as her hippo brethren. Oh course, that girl did have to go to some physical therapy afterwards. With her new training she can consider herself equal, and close brethren to the asses.
So, imagine a pretty physical therapy center on the edge of suburban bliss. It is a place where stallions run as free as well, stallions. OK, the fence probably keeps them a little more contained than that. Anyway, the center uses the stallions as part of the therapy. Trudy loves the new freedom and the fucking feeling of wind running through her hair. There was just one snitch in her new found happiness, the stallion, Woody, collapses onto it's side while she is riding him. Trudy's other leg is crushed and then amputated. Oh well, lesson learned.
She returns to the therapy center a while later, overjoyed to find Woody is being helped right beside her. He is slowly becoming lame. It doesn't take long for Trudy to start to hate the pretty white stallion. She is becoming Woody's bitch, lower than an animal, as it turns out. Nobody could stay mad at those bit brown eyes for long and soon she no longer minded her pretty third class status. Even more pretty was the sight of her in her red dress, which now made her look like a fruity flamingo.
Enough, enough, story time.
So, uh, losing her leg doesn't stop her from riding Woody all she wanted, slowly of could, he was just too big, and one more blow would spell the end for each of them. The riding slowly got faster and faster as they grow more used to each other. Soon, it was love, big old stallion love. To put it a big more blunt, Woody is soon getting plenty of fill from his sweet little flamingo. So much so, he fell down again during their faster riding sessions. He cracked a couple of his pretty ribs, fractured his big old pretty skull. At very least Trudy continued living, but perhaps not too happily ever after.
Oh come on, the beginning did say exactly how the story was going to end. Get a pretty fucking grip!

I had great first date sex last night. Picked her up in a rich part of town we got several drinks and a bread and cheese style plate. She lives at home at literally told me she's going to call her mom to let her know she's going to go have sex and won't be home tonight. While walking around before sobering up she said she had to pee really badly and she stated she could just do it right there in there street halfway jokingly. I stated I'm a sick fuck and that would be hot as fuck if she did. She squat down in her high heels and lifted up her dress and pissed right near a wall and just covered the ground. I stated I wished I was throat fucking her right now and giggled like a filthy little slut slut. We make out more on a bench and she tells me she doesn't ware panties I slide my hand up her thigh and she pretends not to want it, and I say no ones here and she laughs agian and says ok. We make out hard and I finger her for just a few minutes and she says I want to go to your place now. We get in my car and as we are driving I start fingering her agian. We are pulling on to the freeway and she says you need to focus. I tell her don't worry. She's soaking wet and moaning in the passenger seat while I finger the fuck out of her. She says she wants to give me road head. I start to undo my pants and she says let me do it she takes my cock out and starts to suck it deep. I'm 7 inches and on the thicker side and she's deep throating me. She pulls up for a second and says my cock is perfect, her ass is in the air and I start fingering it while she sucks me as taller trucks drive by they proabebly can see what is happening. I slide my hand up to her head and force her to throat me. She pulls up after a few min of that and I let her breath and she says I puked but I swallowed it. I told her when she's in my bed I want her to let it out like a good fucking slut. She said yes daddy. We get back to my place and head upstairs. She takes of her heels and her black dress I throw her on the bed and choke her while I bite her then pull her head to the edge of the bed to fuck her mouth after that I pull her back up by her hair and spread her legs out while I lick her clit and finger her cunt I kiss her up to her lips and bite her hard then slide my cock in her tight wet pussy. I pound her and choke her and call her a filthy little slut and tell her in third person how much daddy loves fucking her little tight pussy. I pound her harder and slap her across the face and spit on her. After I make her cum I bend her over and she asks me to stick it in her ass. I tell her not yet and pound her cunt from behind then cum all over her face. After in done I'm still hard and I tell her now I you can have in your ass, I put her legs over her head and spit on her asshole and shoved my cock in while I choked, slap her in the face and spit on her and started to say daddy loves raping his dirty little girl. She was getting into it at started to act like she didn't like it while daddy raped her. As she moaned she called me a filthy fucker and a fucking bastard. After that I layed back and had her throat my cock till she puked up the red whine and the bread and cheese platter we had earlier. She literally puked at least 3 times if not 5. The best part of that was that she did what she was told when I told her to rub her whore face in it and clean daddy up. I spit on her while she rubbed her face all in the puke she licked my asshole. Afterwards we we took a shower and I pisssed on her she was really into it and finger fucked herself when I told her to. Afterwards we actually showered and some of her hair was coming out due to me pulling on it too hard before and chunks of the cheese and red whine and pesto were still in it. We cleaned up and fucked twice in the morning and I came down her throat.

Meet Chloe, a wacked out druggie that is completely fucking insane. I met her on a dating app (Tinder to be exact). We matched up, and had a good conversation. She wanted to meet me for drinks, and ended up meeting and skipping the drinks only to go back to her place and fuck.

Chloe had a small messy, smelly apartment. Unwashed stained undies scattered the floor around her bed, she didn't clean at all. Messy plates with old food on them were on her dresser, old bottles of beer, wine of all kinds decorated the floor as well as the dressers.

"Yeah, it's a fucking mess," she admitted, "but you're not here as my maid, you're here to fuck this body, right?" She leaned in and bit my lip hard enough to cause it to bruise and swell.
She took off her clothing and got on her knees and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, my cock was immediately in her throat. She pumped it with her hand and used her teeth to scrape the tip. I winced in pain.
She pulled my cock out of her mouth, "ya fucking pussy man up. Hey, take a pic of me kissing your cock."
"My phone is in my jacket," I told her.
She slapped me on my ass hard, and went and picked up my jacket, handed it to me and I got my phone.
"Take a fucking picture," she said as she looked up and kissed my cock.
I did, took the picture and then she started going crazy - holding my ass and pulling my body into her face, she was almost raging - it was weird. She gripped my ass and then slid a finger up my asshole, I jump.
Again she came up for air, "oh you little fuck, you don't like anal play? lay down."
I looked around her messy floor, her bed was unkempt and dirty too.
"On the floor?"
She slapped my ass hard, and had a weird look in her eyes. I laid down and she stood up and went to her dresser where she got out a bag filled with some white powder, not sure what it was - probably coke or heroine. She put a little on my stomach and snorted it off and screamed really loud.
"FUCK YEAH, N***** bitch slut," she screamed as she inhaled more of it. Yes - I'm a white dude and she called me (or whoever) the N word. She licks her index and middle fingers and inserts them up her ass and then proceeds to mount me, but falls right over onto my face and starts laughing. She then bites my neck hard. And then jumps up, and shoves my cock right into her ass, with no condom.
I was a bit freaked out, this bitch was off the walls. She started rough riding my cock, sloppily, her ass was nice and tight but she was so fucked up she couldn't keep it inside her and she'd pull to far up and it would pop out, which was creating more air suction - so she'd let out these smelly farts - and then lick my cock and try to shove it back in her ass. Eventually she put it into her pussy, and started pulling on her nipples, and beating on her chest like she was an ape. Grunting, sometimes looking up at the ceiling and zoning out, falling over and then regaining her composure. I didn't know what was wrong with her when she fell over I told her that I had to go.
"Listen mother fucker, fuck you. Fucking whore," she said drooling, spreading her legs, slapping her cunt hard. I just shook my head. No way was this crazy pussy worth it.
I reached for my pants and she screamed and jumped on me, pushing me down on to her nasty bed.
"Come on, come on come on, baby baby baby fuck. Need you, give me your cum before you leave baby, please please please."
She again jammed my cock inside her and grabbed my neck, so I grabbed her neck - fuck this cunt.
She grinned, "Squeeze," so I did, tightly. Her face started turning purple so I stopped. She leaned down and bit my chest, breaking the skin so I slapped her - this made her fuck me harder.
"YES!!! That's it, I'm a bad fucking whore, get this whore's pussy and spray your cum."
I over powered her, flipped her over and grabbed on to her neck an pulled her hair to hold her down. Then I twisted one of her arms behind her and plowed into her doggie style. She tried to fight but I pushed her face deeper into her disgusting bedding.
"Oh daddy, you're such a fucking N*****", I smacked the back of her head, hard.
"Stop being such a racist cunt," I said sternly. She started bucking with each thrust of my cock and I flipped her over missionary. Her lip was bleeding because she was biting too hard on in, and she was way too high to even know what the fuck she was even doing.
"Give me your cum daddy," she moaned, and I did. I came inside her pussy. She slumped back into the bed, seemingly satisfied so I got dressed.
"Stay the night daddy, please?" she was trying to act like an innocent little girl.
"No, I got shit to do - " she started crying.
"you better call me..." she whimpered.
I left. I don't know if I'll call her, she really did leave a lot of bruises and bite marks on me. I guess if I'm desperate and I need a hole to fuck, I might give her another go - but otherwise I'm going to keep looking for other whores to fuck on Tinder.

Hey, new to posting here but people seemed to like my last story a while ago. Thought I'd share one that happened to me today. All real, true story. I'm not much of a writer but I'll do my best to tell you guys what I've been up to lately.

So, I've been single for a while and whilst looking for some girls to talk to on dating sites I met this girl who lives nearby, let's call her Cameron (18 years old) to protect her identity. We became friends and I thought that was it, nothing came of it ... until one night.

We hung out as we would normally do and had done a couple of times before, at this point I saw her as a friend and nothing else because well, she's far far far more attractive than myself and she'd never hinted at feelings before. We got talking and the topic of her crush came up, she was shy to ask him out and me being the nice guy I am comforted her and told her that she shouldn't be shy because she's beautiful. That's when she kissed me, I was pretty shocked by it and even more shocked when she told me she had been having a crush on my for weeks. I had been hearing her talk about this guy and I never realised she was talking about me because, well I guess I thought girls are hot as her weren't interested in nerdy guys like myself.

We talked for a while about what she wanted and she made things VERY clear. She didn't see me in a romantic way, she liked me as a friend and thought I was a really nice guy ... and she wanted us to be fuck buddies. So I'm sat there smiling like an idiot at this beautiful girl who's basically saying she wants no strings attached sex on a regular basis. I could have sworn I heard "hallelujah" in my head ha.

We talked some more, and I was feeling pretty naughty so I made some comments on her body and how hard I would get if I saw her naked, you know, just trying to start something. I wasn't even really trying to be honest. She smiled, all shy and told me I was doing very bad things to her innocent mind. She was still being shy so I decided I would try something else. I've always been a sexually dominant person so I stopped smiling, looked her in the eyes and told her "you're going to show me your tits and that little tight pussy, and you're going to like it. Your master has spoken" and her eyes widened, man she looked so shocked to hear that coming out of my mouth, but then she smiled and started taking off her shirt, and then her jeans, socks, everything but her underwear. I had the pleasure of doing that.

I damn near ripped her underwear off of her body and there they were, the biggest set of perky tits I've ever seen and a nice tight pussy, she almost looked like she was a virgin down there and it was already wet. I could tell she had been wanting this for a long time.

I asked her what she'd been dreaming of us doing and she told me her fantasy of me tying her up and doing with her whatever I desired. I loved the sound of this so that's exactly what I did, I tied her up in thick tape. I bound her so that she couldn't moved or escape, she couldn't untie herself or crawl. All she could do was playfully whimper as I asked her if she was sure she wanted to do this, because I could be quite rough. She just told me there wasn't a point in it unless she came out hurting, and smiled.

First I called her a little slut, just to make her smile and she opened her mouth wide and begged "please master", I couldn't resist. I took off my clothes one my one and eventually revealed my larger than average cock, she was pretty happy, smiling like a giddy schoolgirl. I didn't waste any time, rubbing my cock all over her face, she licked it up and down and licked my unshaven balls. I told her to do a good job otherwise I'd give her a harsh spank across her ass, she hurried her licking and made sure she did as she was told.

I forced her little whore mouth open and shoved ever fucking inch down her throat, she took it all like a good slut. As soon as she started to choke I thrust as hard as I could and face fucked the little bitch as hard as I fucking well pleased. I didn't care if she was uncomfortable, because now she was my dirty little fuck toy. Being a good guy though, I took my cock out of her throat after a while and she gasped for breath, her first words being "fuck my throat, master!"

Her mouth was just the first hole I would fuck. When I was done with her whore mouth I positioned myself behind her and played with her pussy with my fingers, teasing her, rubbing her clit. God she was so wet it was unbelievable. I gave her just a little taste of it, rubbing my cock along her pussy lips and stopped myself. I told her it was just a taste of what's to come and if she wanted my cock in her pussy she had to earn it. She eagerly agreed to do anything I wanted.

Her pussy gushed with wetness, it was unlike anything I'd ever seen. She looked like she was soaked. If she wanted me to play with her pussy some more she'd have to take my big fat cock in her tight little virgin asshole, she hadn't even so much as touched it in all of her life. I positioned her and told her it will probably hurt a lot at first, but I honestly didn't give a shit about her or her pain. I knew she wanted it, she's such a good whore.

I spat on my hand and rubbed my cock, getting it nice and slippery and I did the same for her asshole. I spat on my fingers and rubbed it all in, making sure to poke a finger into her hole just to tease her. Slowly I pushed my big cock up her tight little virgin asshole, slowly I pushed it in and stretched her out all the way, every single inch inside her. She almost screamed in pain as I fucked myself into her and jammed it in nice and hard just to make her suffer a bit more. God it felt so tight and perfect, and she was still tied up and helpless. What a stupid slut. I whispered to her "you're going to hurt after this" and she whimpered.

I wasn't gentle, I didn't take it easy since it was her first time having anal. No, her ass was fucked just as hard as I had fucked her little slutty cock sucking mouth. I didn't care if it hurt, she was to do what I told her, what I wanted, no matter the cost. At this point she begged me to free one of her arms so she could play with herself, she was dying to finger her pussy and couldn't wait any longer, so I obliged. I freed one of her arms and she reached for her pussy, fingering herself. The sounds of her masturbating with my cock in her arse only made me harder and made her gape even more.

She told me it hurt so bad but she didn't care, she would do anything just to feel me inside her. As I fucked her tight asshole she fingered her pussy, three fingers going in and out just as fast as I was fucking her. Suddenly I pulled my cock out from her asshole and it made a pop as I did, ha she was in so much pain she groaned with discomfort as it gaped in front of me. Something came over me and I ripped apart the remaining bindings that bound everything but her right arm and was prepared to have my way with her.

Only she had better plans and as soon as I tore the bonds off of her she leapt onto me, I fell to the floor and hurt my back a bit but was soon distracted from that when she grabs ahold of my big hard cock and began squatting over me. Little by little she edged her still reeling asshole onto my cock and soon I was inside her.

So there I was, laying down on the floor and one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen bouncing on my cock like it were a fucking trampoline, just using my body to fuck her ass. She rode me up and keeping on saying "please, master" over and over as I began to ram myself into her as well, god the sounds alone were amazing.

We laughed about possibly being caught by her father and kissed one more time, laughing and fucking her little asshole that just seemed to get tighter. By now she had taken every single inch I had and she still wanted more. We were sweaty, smiling and laughing, it was a pretty great moment.

I needed a break, it was hard work, so she had an idea. She quickly ran into her mother's room and came back into the room holding a massive flesh coloured ten inch dildo, it looked huge and far too thick for anyone to possibly use. She told me it was her mothers and we just laughed and I called her a dirty little whore. She blushed.

The dildo had one of those stick suction bottoms so she placed in on the floor of her room and begged me, "please master, can I fuck my ass with it?" and me being exhausted agreed. I sat on her bed, bare naked and watched as she crept over this big thick dildo and slowly sat herself down on top of it. I didn't think she could do it, the dildo was far too thick but by god she did it. Her asshole was filled up by this thing and it stretched her far more than I ever could have, I watched in amazement, hard as rock as she began to ride it. She looked me in the eyes, holding her tits and begged me in an exhausted voice "please fuck my master."

I told her I'd fuck her in a minute, but for now she could enjoy the toy. I strolled over to her mid-grind and pushed on her shoulders, forcing her body down and her asshole to take more of the dildo than she was comfortable with. She squeaked out in surprise and pain, but I kept her down by force. She struggles and squirmed in discomfort trying to escape until I decided to let her go a few moments after. When she came up, she smiled and saw my cock was harder than ever. She smiled and I told her I was going to fuck her even if it hurts, so she'd better get used to it.

I pushed her back down and she continued to ride it taking in as much as she could bare or possibly take, almost crying with a smile as she mentioned it was hard to keep quiet, after all her daddy was home and could have come up at any moment if he heard something. I smiled and gave her back a rub saying "does it hurt?" and she told me it hurt a lot to take it in her ass. I told her that it was too bad, because she was going to fuck it harder or else she wouldn't be getting any more of her master's cock. She hurried and began fucking the dildo harder than I could ever imagine, she was crying tears of pain as it filled her up and stretched her out like the whore she is.

I told her to take a break and damn near ripped her off of her dildo. She moaned as I tore her from it and she slumped to the floor, exhausted and weak in the legs after having taken almost all of it in her asshole. The way she lay there so helplessly just turned me on even more.

I gave her exactly one minute to rest, she'd earned that much but when those sixty seconds were up I ordered her back on the dildo. Only this time her ass would be given a break, now it was time for her to fuck her pussy.

She rode the dildo once more, tiredly wandering over to it and taking in a few inches at a time. Soon she began riding it like the little slut that she was, she loved the feeling of it inside her, such a whore. She cried and smiled wider than before as I told her to imagine it was me, and then I asked her "you want master's cock don't you?

She almost begged me, "please ... please"

I teased her, told her I was going to fuck her tight little pussy and shove every last inch into her, deep deep inside, pumping her harder and harder, faster and faster, so roughly that she would even struggle to breathe. This only made her fuck her dildo harder beside me, and I began playing with her huge tits, pinching them, licking her nipples, anything I wanted. I used her body like a fucktoy.

I pulled her off of her toy once more and she smiled with hope, and excitement as I told her "it's time, I'm gonna fuck that tight little pussy right now!"

I threw her to the ground and made her feel every inch going inside her as I fucker her harder than she'd ever been fucked before, harder than even I could imagine myself doing. We fucked each other so rough, so violently I'm surprised her father didn't hear us right then and there. She begged me "every inch ... please."

We began taking it slower, and we changed positions so now she was sat on top of me again. She rode me and my big cock taking it all, she pushed herself as hard as she could and finally took all of my cock at once. I could see her belly poke out a bit with my inside her, it was so strange ha.

I played with her cock as she rode me and whispered to herself she had wanted my cock for so long. She begged, please master. And I asked, "please what?" to which she replied "please make me your whore."

It felt so good to fuck her tight pussy, we fucked as hard as we possibly could, god it was almost as if we were in a trance, it felt so damn good. I made her say my name, every few breathes she whispered it in a hushed voice. I was determined to make her pussy red raw, and it was only one of the holes I'd be fucking.

She began to stop and say she needed to stop or else she would be too loud, but I continued to fuck her and told her I didn't fucking care. A few moments later and as she's riding me she squirts with my cock still inside her, it ran all over my cock and down my calls, all over my lower stomach and she collapsed forwards onto me giving me a hug.

Her orgasming whimperings were so cute but as she finished she sat back up and looked nervous. I asked her what was wrong and she said nothing, just that she was still horny and noticed I hadn't cum yet.

She sucked my cock and I jerked myself off as she knelt there, still having some of the bindings stuck to her, both of us coatedin sweat after 2 hours of fucking. She sat there and begged for me to cum all over her face and that's exactly what I did. Three big built up blasts of cum shot out from my rock hard cock and splashed against her skin. One shot landed across her nose, another blast hit her in her lips and cheek and the last splash exploded all over her mouth a second time.

She looked so happy absolutely coated in her master's cum. There was so much of it dripping off of her face, we laughed and I apologised for making such a mess. She smiled and said she didn't mind and proceeded to wipe my cum off of her face and into her hands and then licked it all up. She swallowed every last drop she could find, but she still had cum all over portions of her face.

At this time I got an awkward call from my mother telling me she had made dinner and I decided I would go home. All the while I was on the phone with my mom, Cameron played with my cock like a curious little cat playing with a toy. She's such a tease.

So I told her I had to go, but I had fun. We talked about it for ten minutes or so, just being friends as if nothing had just happened. She has gotten changed and so had I. We decided we wanted to keep doing this so I think it's going to be a regular thing from now on. As I left she thanked me for everything and told me "goodbye master" in a cheeky tone. Leaving the room, I noticed she still had my cum on her cheek and hadn't realised, and her dad was coming up the stairs to her room. I left pretty quickly, but who knows, maybe she noticed it in time.

If you guys and girls are interested in mine and Cam's stories leave a comment below or something and maybe I'll keep you up to date with what we do next ;P

- DK

as most of you know a my daughter knows i'm gay and she HATES ME for it. and about a year ago she came to my house and saw me bent over the arm of the couch getting my ass pounded and got pissed and left and hasn't spoke to me since.
well a week or so ago out of the blue she pulled up in my driveway and didn't get out of the car but her step son got out of the car . she rolled down the window and said here you can have him he sucks dick just like my faggot daddy and drove off. i never met this boy before in my life.
the first question out of my mouth was how old are you and what is your name. he said his name was nick and he was 18. he showed me his drivers licenses hes almost 19.
i told him to come on in.
he told me he's never been with a man before he just got caught looking at gay porn and she loaded him up and brought his ass over here and dumped him with me.
after talking for awhile he said he is curious thats all not that he would ever act on it.
later about dark one of my younger gay friends showed up and he dont act gay you would never know unless he was told and we all went for a swim. i watched him and he was 100% checking out todds bulge. i got out and laid on a large blanket then todd got out and i think he pulled the tip of his penis out before he got out of the pool and nicks eyes locked on it .
i said i will be back in awhile and went in and upstairs and set at my window and watched. i saw him look at the window and made his move.
nick didn't move but you could tell he was scared. todd rubbed his dick for just a few seconds and he popped his load and todd was all over it so fast he didn't give him a chance to go limp. as soon as tod knew he wasn't going limp he didnt give nick a chance to say anything and had his ass hole around nicks dick and was riding him. nick just laid there and let him ride him. i wasn't long nick had his head back eyes closed and hammering todds ass.
then i saw todds arms go up and behind his head and that was my sign that he was about to get off. so i jumped up ran down and walked out on to the patio nick was still laying there eyes closed then todd rolled off and i went down on nick.
it wasn't 30 seconds and he unloaded in my mouth.
i rolled him over and lifted him to his knees and buried my tongue up his ass. at todd reached under and started stroking him and they little fucker for hard again.

i will leave it here because this is getting long and will finish this later tonight.

Fulfilling a request from on of my male
Masters. I love being his little hammer fucker. What would u make me so daddies?