Daddy’s Mind-Controlled Daughters 2: Two Daughters Double the Fun
Daddy dominates his second daughter and her lesbian girlfriend!
Daddy dominates his second daughter and her lesbian girlfriend!
My first story, dont be too harsh please
A couple of weeks have passed and Ginny finaly corners Harry, but after all is said and done Ginny finds herself torn between two lovers, and Hermione finds herself jealous of losing Ginny.
So this chapter has few sexy parts but it mostly sets up the rest of the story so bare with me
It was just another summer day. The wife was away, probably screwing some man she had just met, and I was left at home to watch my thirteen year old daughter.
I sighed as I watched my daughter jump over and over again into our pool, each time asking me if the splash she had made was bigger than the one before. I’m a forty-five year old history teacher at the local high school, so I spend the summers home with my daughter while my wife goes off on ‘business trips’. It’s no secret that my wife has many, many affairs. We’re only still married because of the money I have. I refuse to file for divorce, because I will lose all of the money that was entrusted to me.
My parents were rich, and when they passed a year ago, all of their money went right to me. We used a good portion of it to move into the house we live in now. It is gorgeous, but has a lot more space than we need. But my wife fell in love with it, so we bought it. Our backyard, is complete with an in ground pool, and sun bathing chairs, which is where I’ve found myself for the last few days with my daughter.
I looked over at my cell phone as it vibrated on the table next to my chair. My wife was calling me. I rolled my eyes as I ignored the call and settled comfortably back into the chair. It had been a while since my wife and I had been intimate. She was too busy screwing everyone else, and I couldn’t find it in myself to be sexually attracted to her anymore. Don’t get me wrong, my wife is beautiful. But the thought of so many other man being with her, has ruined the sexual desire I used to have for her.
“Daddy, watch this!” My daughter Lee yelled from the diving board.
I watched as she bounced once on the diving board before flinging herself into the pool. Her body plummeted to the bottom of the pool, and the water came splashing out, getting my legs wet. I laughed as she surfaced.
“How was that splash?” She asked.
“The best one yet!” I said. “You even got my legs wet!”
Lee giggled as she surveyed the water that had splashed onto the concrete around the pool. She nodded her head in approval as she pulled herself up the ladder and out of the pool. My breath caught in my throat as I watched my daughter.
She shook her head from side to side to rid her long brown hair of excess water. She turned to face me with a smile, but I couldn’t meet her eyes. Her bathing suit has shifted to the side, exposing her left breast. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. Her young breast looked so nice, I just wanted to touch it.
I quickly scolded myself for even thinking something like that, and blamed it on my lack of sexual intimacy that I have been experiencing lately. A breeze whipped past us and I watched as my daughter’s nipple became hard! I couldn’t ignore the sudden tightness in my swim shorts, and quickly pulled a towel over my lap.
What was wrong with me?
“Uh, honey,” I said.
“Yes daddy?” Lee asked, completely oblivious to her bathing suit malfunction.
“Fix your top honey,” I said.
Lee looked down and her face flushed a deep red. “Oh shoot,” She said. “I’m so sorry daddy, I didn’t know.”
“No need to apologize,” I said. “Just be more careful.”
Lee nodded her head and walked away from me and back towards the pool. She swam around a little longer, completely forgetting about her attempts at jumping off the diving board.
Soon the sun began to set, and Lee walked over to me.
“Can I have that towel Daddy?” She asked.
I nodded as I handed her the towel, and the two of us moved back into the house to relax some more.
A little after Lee went to bed, I lay awake in my bed. The vision of my daughter’s breast kept returning to my mind no matter how hard I tried to stop it, and soon I was experiencing another hard-on. I couldn’t stop myself from letting my hand move down to my erection and start stroking it.
I knew it was wrong to get hard from the vision of my daughter’s breast, but I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t been hard like this is ages, and it felt good to know I would get a release.
I woke up in the middle of the night because I had to pee. As I made my way down the hallway, I heard something coming from Lee’s room. I was assuming she was having a bad dream, and walked over to her door. I pushed it open slightly and looked in.
Lee was lying on her back, legs spread wide and I watched as she moved her fingers over her pussy again and again. I felt my cock getting hard. I couldn’t look away as my daughter squirmed around her bed, soft sighs escaping her half parted lips. I watched as her finger ran over her clit and her hips bucked towards her fingers as she moaned. I felt my cock leaking pre cum, and reached down to start jacking off.
In the back of my mind, I knew how wrong this was, but right now all I wanted to do was cum with my little girl. Lee sighed again as her finger continued to glide over her swollen clit. Each time her finger hit the sensitive nub, her body would quiver and she would moan. I grunted as my cock throbbed. Lee was shaking now, her finger rubbing vigorously over her clit, and I knew she was about to cum. I stroked my cock faster, reaching down to rub my balls in my other hand, knowing what was coming next.
Lee moaned again, this time louder than before as shivers over took her body. Watching her cum was all it took for me to start spurting stream after stream of my own cum.
The next morning, I awoke with vivid memories of the night before. I could still see my little girl playing with her pussy until she came, and it didn’t take long for my cock to be rock hard. I was slightly irritated that the thought of my very own daughter was getting me hard, but I blamed it on the fact that I hadn’t had any kind of sexual intimacy in a very long time, and the sight of this young beautiful girl was a really big tease. In my mind, that was okay.
I got out of bed and walked quickly down the hallway and into the bathroom. Once I was finished, and I was no longer hard, I walked over to Lee’s room. I knocked on the door before opening it. Lee was asleep.
I sat on the edge of her bed and shook her shoulder softly.
“Lee, honey,” I said. “Wake up.”
“Mmmm, Daddy I’m still sleepy.”
I felt my cock twitch as the words Mmmm and Daddy escaped her lips. I shook the thought from my head.
“Come on baby girl,” I said. “It’s time for breakfast.”
Lee’s eyes fluttered open and she yawned softly. “Okay Daddy,” She said. “I’ll be down in a minute.”
I nodded my head, content with her answer, and left her room. I took a few deep breaths, making sure I was completely in control of what my cock was trying to do, and headed towards the kitchen. I grabbed two bowls, a box of cereal, two spoons, and the container of milk from the fridge, and set them all on the table.
I poured the cereal into both bowls and sat at the table to wait for Lee. A few moments later she walked into the kitchen in her pajama shorts and a small tank top, and I poured milk into our cereal as we began to eat.
“Daddy, can I go swimming after I eat.”
I smiled. “Of course you can,” I said.
Lee’s face lit up. “Thanks Daddy!” She said.
Lee and I ate breakfast, talking amongst ourselves. The air conditioning kicked on, sending a gust of cool air over both our legs. I almost choked on my cereal as I watched Lee’s nipples get hard underneath her tank top. My cock twitched involuntarily as they became harder.
“Baby, why don’t you get changed, and we’ll meet out in the backyard and go swimming.”
Lee nodded. “Okay Daddy,” She said.
Lee hopped up off her chair. She grabbed her cereal bowl and mine and put them in the sink before hugging me. I hugged her back and as she pulled away I felt my hand glide softly over one of her already hard nipples. I watched Lee’s body shiver and my cock sprang to life. Lee pulled away and took a step towards the stairs, but stopped shortly.
“Daddy, what’s wrong with your pants?” She asked.
I looked down and noticed just how visible my hard on was.
“Oh,” I said. “Nothing, honey.”
“Daddy, are you okay?” She asked.
“I’m fine honey, really, nothing is wrong.”
Lee took a step closer to me, unsure of what to do. “Daddy, you don’t have to lie to me,” She said. “If there’s something wrong, you can tell me.”
“Baby, there is nothing for you to worry about,” I said. “I promise.”
“Okay Daddy,” She said. She hugged me again, this time her hand grazed my erection.
“Daddy!” She said. “Why is your lap hard?”
“Lee, I think you should go get changed.”
“But Daddy-“
“Lee!” I said, trying to make my voice sound serious, but the thought of her hand on my cock was not helping.
“No Daddy,” She said. She was adamant to help with this problem she was convincing herself I had. Before I could blink, she grabbed my cock through my pants. My cock throbbed.
“Daddy, I don’t think this is right,” She said. “I’ve sat on your lap a lot of times, and this has never been there.”
I know! I wanted to yell. It’s never happened before!
“Baby, you need to move your hand,” I said.
She looked confused and moved her hand down the length of my cock. Well, I did tell her to move her hand, but that’s not what I had meant! However, it felt so good!
“Daddy, please tell me what’s wrong,” She said.
I wanted to scream. My daughter was convinced that there was something wrong, and she wasn’t going to stop until it was fixed.
“Honey, sometimes this happens to Daddy,” I said, not sure of how I would explain this.
“Well, how do you make it go away?” She asked.
“Well, I uh, I rub it…” God what an awful explanation.
“Like this?” She asked as she moved her hand back up the length of my shaft and down again.
“Oh god yes,” I said without thinking.
Lee smiled, seemingly happy that she was ‘helping’ me.
She continued to rub my hard cock up and down through my basketball shorts. I was leaking pre cum now, and I felt that at any moment I was going to cum.
“Baby, pull down Daddy’s shorts,” I said.
Lee did as I asked, and my cock sprang out from underneath them.
Lee’s blue eyes went wide as she looked at my hard cock. She looked like she wanted to ask a question, but instead she put her hand back on it and continued to jerk me off. I pushed my shorts down a little more.
“Daddy what are those?” She asked as she let a finger trail over my balls.
“Those are Daddy’s balls,” I said, completely forgetting all subtlety.
“Do they hurt too Daddy?” She asked.
I wanted to tell her nothing she was doing was hurting me, however my mind was in a completely different place right now. I nodded.
“Should I rub them too?” She asked.
I nodded again. “But very softly honey.”
Lee nodded, a look of determination on her face. She continued to stroke my cock with her tiny hand and slowly, and very unsurely, she moved her other hand down to my balls and began to rub them softly.
I moaned as Lee unknowingly continued to jerk me off. The site of my daughter stroking my cock was, for an unknown reason, making my cock swell even more, and without warning, I began to spurt stream after stream of cum. It went everywhere. It covered Lee’s hand, landed on my shirt, on my balls, on Lee’s tank top, and one large glob of my cum landed on my daughter’s lip.
I watched as she absent-mindedly licked her lips. “Daddy I’m so sorry!” She said, looking at the mess. “Did I hurt you?”
I tried to control my breathing. “No baby, you did great,” I said. “I feel so much better.”
Lee smiled. “Okay, good,” She said. “But what’s all this stuff.”
How to explain this? “Well, that’s what happens when Daddy feels better.” I said. “It’s my… happiness.”
Lee grinned. “Well it tastes good!” She said.
My cock spit out one last pathetic stream at the sound of her words.
“Well now that you feel better Daddy, I’ll go get changed and we’ll go swimming!”
That night, a thunderstorm hit pretty bad. As long as I can remember, Lee had been terrified of thunder and lightning. She was curled up on the other side of my bed and she was sleeping pretty soundly as of right now. I rolled over onto my side to face her as I felt myself getting tired.
“Daddy,” Lee’s said quietly, scaring me slightly because I thought she was sleeping.
“Yeah, honey?”
“Can I cuddle with you?” She asked. “This storm is scary.”
“Of course you can hon,” I said.
Lee scooted closer to me so that her back was flush against my chest. Soon I heard her snoring softly and smiled, knowing she was comfortably asleep.
Every now and then, through her sleep, she was snuggle closer to me, accidently rubbing her ass against my cock. Needless to say, it didn’t take long before I had another hard on. Now I was stuck.
Lee’s body was flush against mine, and if I moved I would surely wake her, however this hard on wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. Lee snuggled against me again, this time her shorts slid slightly down her ass, exposing the top of her ass crack to me. My cock twitched at the sight.
I was going to move Lee, and if she woke up I would simply tell her I was going to use the bathroom. I rolled her onto her stomach, and quickly regretted the idea. As I rolled her, my cock slipped through the front of my boxers, and was settled comfortable on my daughter’s ass. I was already leaking pre cum and I watched as it dripped onto the top of her ass crack.
I lost control at the precise moment. I slid her shorts down so that they were just below the cheeks of her ass, and I slid my cock between them. The feeling of being between her ass cheeks was phenomenal! I moved slightly, letting my pre cum lube my cock. Soon enough, it was easy for my cock to move up and down between her cheeks.
I had to control myself, I couldn’t afford her waking up. I moved as slowly as I could, overly enjoying the feeling of my cock in my daughters crack. I felt my orgasm building and before I could figure out where I was going to cum, my cock began throbbing as I came all over my daughter’s back and ass.
“Fuck,” I said as I hurried to move off her. I stopped once I was off the bed, to listen, and sure enough she was still snoring softly. How she has slept through that I have no idea.
I hurried to grab a towel from the hall closet and began to clean off my daughter’s back and ass, I carefully pushed her shorts back up and laid back down, before falling asleep.
The next morning Lee and I were lying out back by the pool under the warm sun.
“Daddy,” She said.
“Yeah hon?” I asked.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Honey you can ask me anything,” I said. Truth be told, I was planning on having a little conversation of my own with my daughter about how her helping Daddy feel better had to be kept a secret.
“A couple of nights ago, something happened.”
My mind flashed to the site of my baby girl playing with her pussy, but she couldn’t be asking about that.
“What happened sweet heart?”
“Well,” She said, taking a deep breath. “I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, but my underwear kept riding up! And I kept moving them, but when I would roll over and try to get comfy they would ride up again, and sometimes it would feel good.” My daughter stopped as she blushed.
My cock was getting hard at the thought of what this story was leading to. She was explaining to me the events that led up to what I saw the other night. I couldn’t believe it.
“It’s okay baby, keep going.”
Lee took another deep breath. “So, uhm, I just took my underwear off all together. And then I was thinking about how it felt good a couple of times when my undies were touching me, and I was wondering why. So I started touching myself down there,” She paused to point down to her pussy. “And at first, I didn’t really feel anything good, and then I would move my fingers over one spot Daddy, and it felt so nice! So I kept doing it, and it was getting really wet, and then something happened…” She paused to look up at me. I was trying to cover my hard on. “My whole body felt really good Daddy, and I thought I peed… But when I checked my blankets after, I didn’t pee, but whatever happened it felt soooo good.”
“Well honey,” I said. “There is nothing wrong with what you did.”
“Really Daddy?” She asked.
I nodded. “Really baby girl.”
She smiled. “Well, I don’t really know much about it… So Daddy, I was wondering if you could teach me.”
My eyes went wide and my cock oozed a big glob of pre cum. “Honey, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“But Daddy, please?” She begged.
I sighed, there was no way I could teach her how to masturbate. “I’ll think about it,” I said.
Lee squealed. “You’re the best daddy ever!” She said.
“Oh, Lee,” I said. She looked back at me. “Remember when you helped Daddy yesterday?” I asked.
Lee nodded. “Yes Daddy,” She said.
“Well, if Mommy or anyone else found out, they wouldn’t be very happy.”
“Why not Daddy?” She asked.
“Well honey, Daddy would get into a lot of trouble.”
Lee frowned. “Don’t worry daddy, I won’t tell anyone. I don’t want you to get into trouble.”
Lee ran off into the pool and began her cannon ball jumps again. I now had a massive boner, and felt a dip in the cool water would do me some good, so I did just that. I walked over to the shallow end of the pool and sat down on one of the bottom steps. The water came up to my chest, and it felt nice.
However, it did not get rid of my boner. Lee saw me sitting in the pool and swam in my direction. She sat on my lap before I had a chance to stop her.
“Daddy, you’re hard again,” She said.
My cock twitched. She hadn’t meant it in a dirty way, remember, she thought it was a problem, like I was sick or something.
I didn’t respond. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the other stairs. I was waiting for Lee to swim away, but instead, I felt her small hand move beneath my bathing suit and grab a hold of my cock. She pumped her little fist, faster than last time, up and down up and down. I moaned, and Lee giggled.
“Am I helping Daddy?” She asked.
“God baby, you’re helping so much,” I said, once again without thinking.
I watched Lee push my bathing suit down, and move her hand back to my shaft while the other one moved to my balls. I watched my bathing suit float away.
“Tony?”
My head shot in the direction of the back door. My wife was home.
“Sue!” I said, louder than I wanted. “You’re home early.”
Lee never stopped pumping my cock.
“Yeah,” She said. She slid the back door open. “What are you two doing?” She asked.
I bit back a moan, as lee starting pumping my cock faster. “I’m teaching her how to float,” I said.
I watched my wife, step onto the back deck. Lee gripped my cock tighter as she jerked me off, and started to massage my balls a little more, and that was all it took for me to spurt my seed up into the water.
“Okay,” Sue said. “Well I’m going to go to sleep. I worked hard all weekend.”
I was still cumming as my wife walked away.
Watch out for part 2. 🙂
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The play went well. The youth did their jobs and there were very few hiccups. I didn’t get to see much of Elizabeth at all that evening, and with all the kids and her parents around, I thought it best not to try anything with her, but I did smile at her.
If I wasn’t mistaken, though, she seemed to avoid meeting my gaze. If I would have had the chance to, I would have made sure everything was alright. Perhaps it was just her way of hiding what had happened. In my semi-paranoid state, I also wondered if she may have told someone, such as her mother, what had happened. I assumed that couldn’t have happened, however, because then I wouldn’t have made it to the play without being arrested. Still, so many thoughts consumed my mind.
The following Sunday I went to services as usual, and saw her across the aisle with her family. As the sermon finished, I approached her near her family and said, “Hi Elizabeth. How are you? Mind if I walk with you to Sunday School?” I smiled at her parents and gave them a friendly nod, hoping to take away any suspicions that might have risen.
Elizabeth nodded. “Okay,” she said. There was definately something about her voice. She didn’t seem happy to see me. She seemed deflated.
I led her outside. There was a sidewalk that looped the church building, and I knew we would have relative privacy there from listening ears.
“Is everything okay? You seem either sad or like you don’t want me to be around,” I said.
There was a long pause, and I was beginning to wonder if she really wasn’t going to say anything to that. Finally, she said, “Do you really love me?”
I was shocked. “Of course, Elizabeth. I can’t believe how in love I fell with you over the course of just one evening. I truly love you. Why would you doubt that?”
“Well, I thought maybe you were just using me for sex,” she said. “After you left, Mom noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra. She asked me why, and I couldn’t think of an answer, so she got suspicious and kept asking me about it. Finally, I told her that I was just trying to get your attention. Don’t worry, I didn’t tell her about what we did. She just told me that trying to get a boy’s attention by dressing immodestly only gets the wrong kind of attention. It only gets lust, not love, from boys.”
“Oh, Elizabeth,” I said, sounding relieved. “I love you. It’s true, that most guys would simply want sex from a girl showing herself off, but I love you, and if you don’t believe me, I will prove it over time. But you got to let me, okay?”
She nodded, and even smiled. Finally, she looked up at me. “I love you too.”
“In fact, let’s check on your parents,” I said. She smiled, apparently knowing what I was thinking. Going back into the building, we looked into the adult class of Sunday School to find her parents sitting inside, participating. My car was on the other side of the building, so they wouldn’t even notice me leaving.
We drove a few blocks away to a Middle School and parked in the staff parking behind the school. After parking, I looked over at her. She was wearing a black blouse and pink-and-black skirt that went just below her knees. As it was winter, she had boots on that went up halfway to her shins, but I couldn’t help but admire the simple sexiness of her skinny little knees. I opened my door, got out, and went around just as she was getting out. “Next time wait for me so that I can open it for you,” I said, then leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back, and I grabbed her head with both hands as I pressed harder with my mouth on hers, sticking my tongue in her mouth. I let go, finally, and took her right hand with my left, interlocking my fingers with hers as my familiar tent started forming.
She noticed my tent and asked, “Does your thing do that whenever you need sex?”
“Well, whenever I’m aroused,” I told her.
“But you haven’t even touched my boobs or anything,” she said, slightly confused.
“Just looking at you, knowing that I love you, is enough,” I said. She smiled and leaned her head on my shoulder. I let go of her hand and put my arm around her, and she put hers around my waist.
We got to a bench and I asked her to sit next to me. Once we were both seated, with her on my right, I leaned over and kissed her again. She returned the kiss, placing her hand on my lap. While kissing her, I unbuttoned the top four buttons of her blouse to find a clean, pink bra underneath. She giggled as she realized my goal, but kept her lips on mine for a few more moments. As I reached in and squeezed her right breast with my left hand, she pointed her face upward with pleasure, breaking the kiss. I continued to squeeze it, sliding my hand underneath the cup and pinching her nipple. This caused her to squeal cutely, then reach up and run her fingers through my curly hair.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am,” I said. “You’re so perfect. These, are so perfect.” I gave her breast a squeeze for emphasis, and she giggled again.
“I’m glad you like them so much,” she replied. “How much time until Sunday School’s out?”
I pulled out my cell phone and looked at the clock. “Twelve minutes,” I said, slightly disappointed. Suddenly, I got an idea. “Can I take a picture of you?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said, leaning back slightly and smiling. I took two pictures of just her face. They were good pictures. I then reached into her blouse and pulled her right tit out of the bra cup, exposing the nipple. Holding my camera just right, I first took a picture of the breast alone, then I squeezed it and took a picture of it molding to the form of my hand, her nipple protruding between my index and middle fingers. She laughed uncontrollably during these pictures, then I showed her the pictures. She smiled up at me and said, “Anything else?”
“Well,” I said, looking at the clock again, “We only have nine minutes now.”
She looked slightly disappointed, but ready to please if I came up with an idea, and suddenly I did.
“Hey, I have an idea of something you could do to help me with this,” I told her. “I’ve never done this before, but a lot of people do. It’s called a blow job. Do you know what that is?”
She sook her head, and I took a deep breath. “Basically, you take my penis into your mouth, and you suck it, lick it, and pleasure it until I shoot my sperm into your mouth, which you swallow.”
She looked surprised, and a little disgusted. “I don’t know,” she said skeptically.
“Well, I can’t go back to the church like this,” I said, pointing at my tent.
She looked at it, then took a deep breath as thoguh resolving herself. Finally, she reached out and unzipped my zipper, reached in, found the hole in my underwear, and pulled it out. Feeling my cock in her hand was incredible. She leaned over it, her long hair falling over her face, then got up to kneel between my legs. I reached down with my hands and pulled her hair out of the way, and she looked up at me somewhat apprehensively. I smiled at her lovingly, and she smiled back and then leaned down, placing her lips around my hard member. Obviously, she had never done this before, but I was telling her the truth when I told her that I had never been blown, so it felt amazing to me. I stroked her hair idly as she licked the shaft, her hand at the base, and between licks sucked on the head and the three inches she could comfortably get into her mouth. I could reach her breasts with one hand, but not without getting in her way, so I played with her still-exposed nipple for only a few seconds before leaning back again, my hands on her hair to hold them back. She looked so beautiful with my cock in her mouth, her lips closed around it.
I let go of her head with one hand and grabbed my camera. Fumbling and still paying attention to the pleasure I was getting, I turned the camera mode back on and called her name so that she would look up at me. Without stopping what she was doing, I took a picture of her with her eyes locked on mine, then closed the camera and put it on the bench beside me.
It was approaching. I told her so, and she merely looked at me, thought for a moment, then continued. As it approached, I humped slightly to match her movements, then shot the load deep into her mouth, my cock pulsating over and over again as it shot repeatedly. The first shot must have hit her wrong, because she choked initially, but then swallowed reflexively. Another swallow, then another came. Finally, after six total swallows, she waited a bit to make sure there wasn’t any more, then she lifted off and took a deep breath. She had a bit of cum on her lip, and as she reached to wipe it, I grabbed her arm and said, “Don’t.”
I pulled out the camera again and took another picture, her expression wasn’t smiling, but just a look of an accomplished mission. I then wiped the bit of cum off with my finger and rubbed it onto her nipple, then placed her breast back into her cup. As I started buttoning her buttons again, I asked, “How was it?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “Weird at first, and the taste is weird, but I don’t know. I could get used to it I suppose. Sex is better.”
I nodded as I finished the last button. “I agree.”
I zipped my pants and reached over to hug her. “Thank you so much, Elizabeth. I love you so much. Please don’t ever think that I don’t.”
She nodded and kissed me. I kissed her back, then looked at my clock. “We’d better get back,” I told her.
She nodded and I placed my hand on her bum as we walked back to my car. She did the same, even pinching it and laughing when I jumped. I opened the door for her and let her in, then got in my side and we drove back to the church.
We ran to the building and sat in the lobby as her parents’ class let out. Pretending we were engrossed in a conversation, I greeted her parents warmly and said, “I’m sorry. We skipped class today to talk about the play. You guys think it went well, right?”
Elizabeth’s parents didn’t notice anything was up. We talked about the play, and as they left, I waved to Elizabeth and watched her join her family as they went home.
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He had been away interstate on business all week and arrived home late on Friday night. He could hear his wife talking on the phone in the bedroom, and from the snatches of conversation he caught, it was to what sounded like one of her female friends.
My first story as I look back on my life. Some of it is true and some of it is an exaggeration and some of it is just plain fantasy.
Yes, Yes, Part 3… True Story, Names Have Been Changed, I think I’m forgetting something but I don’t know.
It had been a hot day. Even now in the evening the temperature had dropped only a little.
A slight breeze ruffled the curtains at the open window as Yvonne and Rob prepared for bed.
Yvonne, just out of the shower, had the slightest hint of lightly perfumed soap about her fresh, smooth skin.
She slipped her tiny nightie over her shoulders, letting the delicate, pale pink, semi-see through garment fall lightly over her body.
Making a bow of the ribbon tie at the front of the nightie, she next pulled a pair of very brief, matching pink panties up over her slender legs.
Rob looked at his wife, the beautiful little nightie showing a good amount of Yvonne’s small, white breasts temptingly visible courtesy of the way that she’d only loosely tied the front of the nightie together.
His eye roamed down to the tiny panties that his wife wore, then down her so sexy legs.
His cock swelled and swung out before him.
He glanced at the window with the curtains still wide open. He thrilled at the thought that anyone looking from outside, would be able to see his lovely, sexy wife as she moved about the room.
A notion came to his mind, and giving Yvonne a cuddle and a kiss, he suggested that they go outside for a while.
Rob slipped on a shirt and pulled on his pants but when his wife looked to put something more modest on, he told her to go as she was.
Opening the door, they stepped from their holiday apartment.
Glancing at the neighbouring units, Rob noted many open windows and doors as the occupants tried to find some cooling air. Some windows were lit by the lights inside. The sound of a TV in one house competing with soft musical strains from another. Now and then the sound of voices and laughter could be heard from one of the many lit windows nearby.
Immediately in front of the apartment, Rob and Yvonne were in shadow. It would be unlikely that they could be seen if anyone should be outside and looking about. Once away from that protective shadow though, they would be in the open with just a few bushes dotted about the small patch of lawn, and a nearby streetlamp throwing its light on the general area.
Rob took his wife’s hand and went to lead her forward.
Yvonne pulled back and giggled as she exclaimed that she couldn’t go out dressed as she was.
Rob persisted in his attempt to lead her out into the open, telling her that she looked beautiful and sexy.
“But what would anyone think if I should be seen,” she exclaimed.
“They’d think that you were a fabulous little sex pot,” her husband laughed. “Besides,” he added, “no one here knows us anyway.”
Yvonne laughed happily, enjoying the thought that she should be described as a fabulous little sex pot.
It was true for both of them that they always felt more inclined to be sexually adventurous when away from home on holidays. At such times any immoral act would be unlikely to find its way back home to be a subject for gossip.
Rob pulled gently on his wife’s hand, and this time Yvonne let herself be led out of the shadow and onto the lawn at the front of the unit.
“Oh my God,” she giggled, “I hope that no one is going to see me dressed like this.”
Yvonne allowed herself to be led right to the front of the lawn, adjacent to the pavement.
“Oh, what would anyone think of me,” she again exclaimed in her excitement.
This time her husband answered much more explicitly. “They’d think that you were a dirty little slut,” he said.
Yvonne giggled and agreed that they really would think that of her.
Rob held his wife and kissed her lovingly, letting his hands roam over her breasts and down onto her cunt.
His hand slipped down the front of her panties, over the closely cropped pubic hair. He found the wet slipperiness of her cunt, and, knowing that his wife’s cunt always became so wet and slippery whenever she was sexually excited, he knew that she was now ready to be led further in this sexy game.
Yvonne nervously glanced about her, ready to flee back indoors should anyone appear.
Her husband too, glanced about and then tugged the ribbon tie of his wife’s sexy little garment so that it came undone and the front of the little nightie fell open, fully revealing Yvonne’s breasts.
Yvonne gave a little squeal of surprise as she clutched at her nightie. Rob took her hands and moved them to her sides, letting the nightie fall open showing her nakedness underneath.
Yvonne pretended to be flustered and embarrassed, but in truth she was greatly excited at being even more exposed in this public place.
“Who’s this dirty little whore showing herself off in public,” her husband teasingly laughed as he led her onto the actual pavement and walked her up and down.
Yvonne giggled and felt a trickle of juice run down the inside of her thigh.
“What a dirty little harlot,” her husband continued mockingly. “Perhaps she’ll take her panties off next, and show her cunt to everyone.”
With this, Rob hooked his fingers in the waistband of his wife’s panties and made to slide them down over her hips.
“Oh darling! I can’t!” Yvonne exclaimed, giggling merrily and clutching at her panties.
“C’mon, you know you really want to be a dirty little whore,” her husband urged.
Yvonne held onto her panties for just a moment, then, her body filled with surging lust, she let her hands fall away and her husband quickly slid her tiny, pink panties down over her legs.
The very short hemline of the nightie, trimmed with delicate lace depicting little pink hearts in a white lace surround, came to just on a line with Yvonne’s hips. Now the lower half of her ass cheeks could be seen, while at the front she was totally naked from her feet to her exposed cunt, up over her firm belly, right up between the gaping front of her nightie to her exposed breasts.
“What a filthy little slut you are,” her husband said in such an admiring and appreciative tone.
Yvonne had long ago found out that males were not all of the romanic type that she’d read of in trashy novels while still a schoolgirl.
Her explorations on the internet had soon opened her eyes to the fact that many men had great admiration for women who flirted with immorality and perverted sexual games.
She’d been amazed at, and had taken quite some time to understand the fact that some men had a great desire to degrade and defile the one that they loved so dearly.
Yvonne had come to realize that her husband was one of that latter type, and she had rapidly come to realize that it suited her own sexuality to be exactly the sort of woman that he desired her to be.
For Rob’s part, if he had loved his wife so dearly when they had first married, he now loved her so much more that she played the game and let him defile her purity and chastity. The fact too, that Yvonne outwardly appeared so modest and decent, added a delicious wickedness to the times when he pushed her towards acting like a whore and a slut.
The sounds from the surrounding houses and holiday apartments continued to drift on the still night air.
Their holiday unit was just fifty yards or so from the beach road,where an occasional car cruised by.
The sound of waves on the wide, sandy beach made a pleasantly relaxing background just audible when one listened for it.
Another car could be heard slowly driving on the beach road. Suddenly, unexpectedly, the car slowed at the corner and began to swing into the road in which our two lovers stood.
Yvonne gasped and could do nothing more that clutch at her husband and try to conceal herself behind him.
The car came by them and began to accelerate along the road, the driver apparently not having noticed them as he’d followed the beam of the car’s headlights which had illuminated the far side of the road.
Yvonne laughed and relaxed once more, the nervous panic that had suddenly gripped her dissipating as rapidly as it had come.
Rob was filled with very different emotions – emotions of increasing lust and excitement. He now had his eyes firmly studying a semi-darkened doorway at the front of one of the houses opposite.
The reason for this great interest being that as the passing car had turned the corner, its headlights had briefly swept across the far side of the street. In that brief glow of brilliance which had lit the buildings, Rob had noticed two men standing in a doorway, and very definitely looking directly across the road to where he and Yvonne were standing.
Rob, taking his wife’s hand, led her from the pavement out onto the road.
Yvonne, still believing they were unobserved, sexily and laughingly allowed herself to be led.
Across the road to the far gutter they progressed. You could say that Yvonne was not only physically heading towards the gutter, but figuratively speaking, was morally heading towards the gutter as well.
The couple stepped from the road to the far pavement. Yvonne was so busy nervously glancing to left and right, that she still had not seen the shadowy figures watching from their dark vantage point.
Now Yvonne was no more that fifteen yards from the two men.
Rob stood slightly behind his wife and eased the sides of her unfastened nightie well open so as to fully display her naked body to the men. He cupped his wife’s small breasts to highlight them, then slid his hands down his wife’s body and stroked the insides of her thighs before fondling her cunt.
The two men had in fact been watching Rob and Yvonne from the very first moment that they had appeared outside their unit. The men had been sitting on their doorstep enjoying the night air rather than the warm stuffiness inside the house. They had seen the couple appear, and had looked admiringly at Yvonne in her very brief and sexy little nightie.
The men had seen Yvonne’s slight reluctance to venture out into the open. They’d thrilled when they saw the man undo the front of the woman’s nightie and expose her breasts, and when they saw the man take the woman’s panties down, they’d both immediately risen to their feet to obtain the very best view and to stroke their hardening cocks.
The men had thought to conceal themselves when they’d seen the couple approaching across the road towards them. They’d been certain that if their presence was detected by either of the couple, then the woman at least would flee back across the street, and that would be the end to this very sexy display that the men were so enjoying.
It was incredible that the couple, rather than go straight across the street, were moving at a slight angle as if they were intent on ending up right before where the men stood. It slowly came upon the men’s understanding that, in actual fact, the guy who was intent on leading the woman in their direction, seemed to be looking at them. Had he seen them? Was he in fact showing the woman off to them? It became more and more apparent that he actually was.
Once the couple stood out on the pavement before the men’s house, and the man began fully displaying the slut’s body to them, there could be no further doubt. The thing was though, that the woman still appeared to be completely oblivious to the fact that she was being exhibited.
Both men now had their substantial cocks out and were slowly stroking them as they lustfully viewed the lovely slut who was being so lewdly and wonderfully displayed.
Rob now grasped his wife’s arms just a little more firmly as he stood behind her.
“Look straight ahead darling,” he whispered.
Yvonne, smiling and thinking that this was some further game, let her gaze look dreamily forward.
“Look at the doorway,” her husband was telling her at the very moment that her gaze encountered the two men standing there.
Yvonne gave a little shriek and her automatic reaction was to flee back to their apartment. This action was thwarted by her husband’s firm grip.
Yvonne half struggled, her eyes fastened upon the two men.
A part of her mind told her to flee, this was the part conditioned by her chaste upbringing – but the other part of her mind was taking in the gorgeous, big, hard cocks that the men were stroking. This part of her mind told her that she would soon be touching and licking and sucking those wonderful cocks, that they would soon be filling her body as they fucked her. She stopped struggling and stood looking, shamefully aware that her nakedness was fully exposed to the men’s view.
Yvonne felt her husband’s gentle forward pressure behind her. She took a step forward. Then another as her husband, still holding her firmly, pressed forth.
Closer to the men – just a matter of nine or ten yards.
Yvonne felt her husband easing her nightie, which was concealing very little anyway, off her shoulders. It fell to the ground. She was naked.
Yvonne lowered her gaze in shameful embarrassment as her husband led her right up to the men.
Her gaze, while unable to look into the men’s faces, was now directed towards their magnificent hard cocks. She lusted for them. She wanted them. She couldn’t wait to be fucked and to suck those gorgeous, gorgeous cocks.
Her mind was in a whirl. She heard her husband offering her to the men. She was now being mauled, touched, fondled, her most intimate places being explored.
Yvonne’s head was still lowered in embarrassment. Those gorgeous, hard cocks kept brushing against her thighs. She longed for them. She couldn’t wait any longer. Should she touch them? Should she fondle them as the men were fondling her? Would she look a slut if she touched them? She didn’t care, her hands lightly took a cock in each. They felt so good, so hard, so lovely. She squatted down and moved her mouth to the hard, round, swollen head of one of the cocks. She pressed her slightly parted lips onto the end, then pressing forward, eased her mouth slowly over its superbly solid length.
“Fuck! The slut’s definitely ready for it,” she heard one of the guys say.
She felt her head being firmly held and her mouth being fucked by that wonderful, hard cock slipping between her lips and sliding right to the back of her throat.
“Let’s get the slut into the bedroom,” a different voice said, and she was pulled off the cock and taken into the darkened house.
The men led the way to the bedroom.
Yvonne now felt a fresh bout of embarrassment as the electric light came on and she was thoroughly surveyed by the men.
“Fuck! You’re lovely,” one of the men told her.
Yvonne raised her eyes to his face and smiled sweetly.
Around and around, turned this way and that. Yvonne was studied, touched explored. Her legs, thighs, belly, breasts, arms, neck and head – nothing escaped attention. She was turned, bent over, made to squat, stood up again with legs apart, then with one leg up on the bed, her pussy felt and fingered, her breasts pushed this way and that. She felt like an animal at the livestock market being inspected prior to sale, all of which made Yvonne more and more embarrassed but more and more lustfully excited.
In reality the inspection lasted no more than a minute before Yvonne was made to kneel on all fours and she felt hands gripping her hips and a cock gliding easily up into her slippery pussy.
“Ah! What a fabulous cunt,” she heard the guy groan lustfully as his cock sunk its full length into her pussy.
At the same time the other guy had positioned himself before her, and taking a firm grip of her head, his cock slipped into her eager mouth.
Pushing her tongue just slightly forward so that it covered her lower teeth, and keeping her mouth just slightly opened so that her upper lip was pressed back over her upper teeth, Yvonne worked with tongue and lips, sucking her cheeks in to form a soft, fuckable pout with her mouth.
She sucked and sucked, pressing her head forward each time the guy pressed his cock forward so that the cock slid in right to the back of her throat.
Regulating her breath so that she held it each time the cock probed the entrance to her throat, Yvonne was able to stay from gagging, and soon had the guy moaning and panting as his cock and balls came to the point of pouring forth his semen into her mouth.
“Oooorrrrr fuuuuuuck,” the guy groaned in an absolute ecstasy of lust as he pulled his cock from Yvonne’s mouth so as not to cum too soon.
“Fuck! What a fabulous fucking cock sucker,” he groaned. “I’ve never known anything like it before.”
He rested a moment to regain his composure, and then once more began to fuck Yvonne’s mouth.
It only took a minute and once more he was moaning and groaning as his balls felt about to pump his cum out with such velocity that it would have surely drowned the slut.
Again he pulled away before he reached the point of pumping his cum forth.
Yvonne looked up at him during each of these pauses. She was panting with lust as she thrilled to the gorgeous, big, hard cock that was plunging in and out of her now sloppy pussy. The cock slurped in and out making obscene sounds as it slid through the slippery mucus which was literally dribbling from Yvonne’s vagina.
She panted and made soft moaning noises of delight at the fabulous treatment she was receiving.
She held her mouth open, licking her lips and wanting the cock to come back to continue her mouth fucking.
“Are you ready,” she asked in a soft, sweet, and sexy voice as she looked up at the guy before her.
“Fuck! You’re a real fucking nympho aren’t you,” the guy exclaimed as he slowly regained enough composure to once more enter her eagerly awaiting mouth.
Yvonne sucked his cock into her mouth, sucking and using her tongue to full effect on the underside of the fabulous thick penis.
Surely I’m not really a nympho, she thought to herself as she lovingly sucked at the cock.
She considered how sometimes, on rare occasions, her husband and her went for two or three days without fucking – that’s not like being a nympho she thought to herself.
Admittedly she did masturbate a lot, usually not more than once or twice a day though. She quickly let these thoughts drift from her mind as she lusted and fucked with the two men.
What delight Yvonne felt as the big, hard cock slid relentlessly in and out, in and out of her pussy. It was longer and thicker than her husband’s and she really appreciated the extra size, feeling it stretching her so that she felt wonderfully filled by the cock, and with the head of that cock that she so adored, just now and again pressing lightly against the wall of her uterus deep, deep within her as it all but bottomed out in her lusting, dribbling, and so receptive pussy. At the same time she had the lustful delight of being continually face fucked by the second of those two magnificent cocks that were so beautifully abusing her body.
Yvonne rocked back and forth, continually shoved this way and that by the huge, hard cocks that continued on and on fucking and fucking her pussy and mouth. The men’s hands kept mauling her naked body, feeling her breasts, feeling her pussy, sliding over her soft, smooth skin to explore every part of her.
Lust filled her mind and her body. She listened to the men panting and grunting as they lusted over and in her. This was no more than crude, debauched, lustful, sex with the two men satisfying their animal desires to dominate and to fuck. Yvonne herself was in a delirium of corrupt, wanton indulgence of her excessive sexual appetite.
Just half an hour earlier, Yvonne had never laid eyes on these men. She knew not their names nor anything about them. She had barely even glimpsed their faces and yet here they were fucking and fucking and fucking her – and she wanted it, she cared not what or who they were, she just craved for their gorgeous cocks to keep fucking and abusing her for ever.
The two guys swapped position and Yvonne next had the guy’s cock all covered with her pussy slime entering her mouth. She sucked it lovingly.
“Wait until Charlie and Ziggy hear about this'” the guy mounting into Yvonne’s pussy laughed to his mate.
Yvonne’s husband immediately took interest and asked about these two men that had been mentioned.
Being told that they were two guys staying in the next door apartments, Rob asked if he should go and bring them to join in fucking his wife.
The two guys agreed that he should, and so Robert, excitedly eager to have his wife fucked and degraded to the fullest extent possible, hurried off leaving his wife being fucked cunt and mouth.
Finding the apartment that he’d been directed to, Rob told the guys that their friends in the house next door, had a dirty slut who was turning it on, and that they’d asked Rob to let them know that they could join in if they wished.
It turned out that the only hesitation the guys had, was caused by the fact that they had a couple of their mates with them at the time.
“That’s not a worry,” Rob exclaimed, excitedly solving the problem for them, “bring them along too. The slut that they’ve got in there is such a dirty fucking whore that she’ll take on any number of you.
Moments later Rob was eagerly and lustfully leading the group of four men into the house where his wife Yvonne was being so thoroughly abused.
Yvonne was stunned when the chatter of these four new guys suddenly filled the room as they entered. That made six men – seven counting her husband Rob!
The newcomers quickly stripped naked to reveal their hard, lust filled cocks all ready to fuck this slut’s every body opening. They eagerly gathered around her and six pairs of hands where soon mauling her all over.
Soon Yvonne had two new cocks entering her mouth and pussy, then two more as the men constantly swapped position first fucking her sloppy cunt, then her so delightful mouth, then mauling her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her ass.
Soon her ass was being fingered by man after man as she continued to be cunt and mouth fucked.
The natural progression then, was for her to have her ass fucked as well as pussy and mouth.
She laughingly squatted down onto one guy’s cock as he held it erect and ready for her ass to slide down over its hard, lust gorged length. Leaning back onto her elbows and forearms, Yvonne then brought her knees up and apart so that the next guy could get in and continue fucking her pussy.
Having those two cocks wonderfully penetrating her two lower holes, Yvonne tipped her head back in preparation for a cock to plunge down her gullet.
Yvonne was gagging and choking, tears coming to her eyes as a cock plunged vigorously in and out of her mouth and right down into her actual throat.
She could feel the cocks rampant in her pussy and ass. She could feel them stretching her, especially the one in her bottom. She could feel them both deep within her body, pushing up each canal and almost rubbing together with only the thin membrane wall separating her two fuck tubes.
Yvonne’s body was surging with lustful sensations as she hovered so desperately close to orgasm.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, her mouth was filled with gooey cum as the cock began to pump spurt after spurt of its cum forth.
Yvonne lustfully slid her tongue around and around in the mucky stuff. Licking it about and tasting it as she swallowed it down.
The cock, still quite hard, slid slowly from between her lips. The guy’s cock then slapped heavily across her cheeks a few times before wiping the last remaining globs of white cum over her face.
Yvonne smiled up at the man, lightly moving her lips in a sexy kissing motion towards him.
No time for more of that though. Another cock was immediately filling her mouth. Yvonne sucked the new cock and licked lovingly, lustfully, sluttishly.
Yvonne loved this attention. She was the centre of the men’s world at that moment.
Vaguely she thought that she heard her husband asking the guy’s if they knew of any others who might want to use her. In her lust she would have taken any number of men who might come to fuck and use her.
Pussy and ass were both cummed in, making them sloppy and messy for the next cocks to enter, and enter they did. Once more Yvonne had three cocks fucking her mouth, pussy and bottom.
She was deliriously happy with this treatment. She responded to every shove of every cock, all the time wanting to satisfy every lustful move of the men.
Her brain was not consciously thinking of anything other than the wonderful cocks which were fucking her, yet somehow she slowly became aware that her husband was no longer there. She didn’t care. She had everything she could ever want.
She’d no sooner made this discovery about her husband, than he entered the room with another four men, all looking eagerly and expectantly into the room at the scene of such absolute debauchery.
This new group of men quickly began to strip so as to get their share of this depraved, perverted harlot.
The incredible orgy of moral corruption went on and on with Yvonne being fucked and fucked and fucked, continually, degradingly, used as no more than a living thing for the purpose of satisfying the men’s lustful desires.
Mouthful after mouthful of gooey semen she consumed.
Cuntload after cuntload of adulterous sperm filled her pussy and her bottom until every cock had satisfied themselves, some even using her more than once.
Yvonne lay there naked, fucked, hair dishevelled with cum matting it into a tacky mess. Her face with white cum dribbling down over it. Her pussy and ass oozing cum along with her own juices.
She was panting, exhausted, so wonderfully happy. She heard talk of tomorrow when there would be even more men to fuck her. She dreamily looked forward to more of the men’s lecherous treatment.
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Hello, my name is Katie, I am a 16 year old with straight blonde hair that reaches just past my shoulders, I’m 5 foot 4, my boobs are 32 c and I have grey eyes. Like every girl, I love my daddy. I would do anything for him.
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Patrick finally has it out with Marie’s father.
A few months after our first night with the Angel she began school. She lived over an hour away so when Brendon would bring her to visit it was a special treat. Most times he would just take her up to his room and lock the door. All we would hear through the cracks in the floorboards were her pitiable cries. On rare occasions he would invite us up to watch and masturbate while we all took turns with the Angel. It was cute in a way. She knew what was coming; yet we in turn knew that she was too afraid to leave and we used this to our advantage.
We would play games with her. Psychological and Sociological mind tricks that broke our Angels spirit so as she would never leave us. We would tie her up almost completely naked (with the exception of her bra and panties); and hover over her. Laughing as she squeezed her eyes shut when we would pretend to be breach her. We would also let her fall asleep and just before her mind completely shut off we would enter the room and quietly position ourselves over her.
By the time she was 16 our Angel was much taller, standing at 5’6” she had pretty well fully developed. She had filled out, her waist was still slim and her breast had finished off with a nice D. She gave up crying when we would entertain her and we decided to stop tying her hands up.
One night we heard the Angel start to take a shower and we walked up the stairs. Brendon met us at the top of the stairs and told us to get the camera ready in the bedroom.
After we were done setting up, he came in carrying the Angels clothing.
“Ok guys, disperse yourselves!” He smiled.
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Brendon hid in the closet just before the Angel entered the door in nothing but a plush blue towel her wet hair sticking to her back and neck. She leaned over the bed to get her clothes where she ‘forgot them’ and dropped the towel before getting dressed. She pulled her bra and underwear on first and as she was pulling her shorts on Brendon snuck out of the closet and grabbed her from behind.
He put his hand over her mouth and drug her onto the bed. She arched and pulled away as Brendon pulled a pair of scissors off the bedside table and cut her underwear off. He must of gotten her leg because she screamed and her body spasmed. But that didn’t stop our Brendon as he thrust into the Angel rapid fire. He pulled out and slammed back even harder. He bit her neck and shoulders as he released inside of her.
This past year our Angel grew daring and told Brendon that she was in love with someone from her school. She also informed us that this person was also a girl. Livid by the audacity of the Angel, Brendon grabbed her by the throat and began yelling.
“You ungrateful bitch! I spend my time trying to please your needs and when I didn’t think I was enough I let my friends fuck you to try and get you off; and you never appreciate it!” With this he threw her into the mirror that donned the closet door.
Incensed he jumped on top of her and tore her clothes off. He pinned her down and we could hear her screams echoing through the walls of the house. He screwed her harder than anything she’d ever taken before. She arched up and grabbed Brendon’s shoulders so that she didn’t have to keep lying in the glass shards.
After this night Brendon came up with a set of rules. The first of which was that she was never allowed to communicate with that bitch from her school ever again. But the poor Angel didn’t listen.
One night while the Angel was lying in his room, Brendon took her phone from her jacket and checked out her text messages. When he realized who most of them were from he got furious. Apparently the Angel was talking to this girl behind his back and he didn’t like that very much.
He messaged the girl from the Angels phone and she seemed extremely flirtatious. She started asking questions trying to get intimate details from our Angel. The question that Brendon lost it at was “What turns you on the most?”
He told us to meet him upstairs in half an hour.
We heard screaming, and crashing. Then we waited; when the half hour was up we walked up the stairs into the bedroom.
The Angel was lying on the bed her hands tied above her head. She was unconscious from what we could tell and her abdomen was covered in cuts and bruises. He was standing by the door waiting for us.
“Chris I want you to fuck her as hard as you can.” Brendon said with a stern look in his eyes.
Without hesitating I took off my clothes and climbed onto the bed.
I lined myself up and thrust in. I set a menacing pace and it was a few minutes until she woke up; she let out a pain-filled moan as I rocked her lithe body. The next thing I knew Brendon was standing next to the Angel.
He pulled his hard penis out of his pants and told her what she was to do with it. When she refused he punched her in the face.
He grabbed her face and forced her to look at him.
“Do it or I’ll kill you!” He threatened.
She opened her mouth and he smashed his penis into her throat. While he was thrusting into her throat and I was fucking her tight cunt: he looked into her face and asked her “Does this turn you on most?”.
That night we all fucked the Angel harder than we ever thought possible, and that night our poor Angel got pregnant.
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Continuation of the inspired story
The first sexual encounter
More time travel
young single mom who is a stripper is blackmailed into doing whatever her landlord wants her to do.
This is the second part of my affair with the babysitter and another.
Ever wonder how dehumanization can become eroticism? Here is how my story began…
The Princess And The Pirates
Part 1 – off the Seychelles, 2002
For most people the pleasure of being on a luxury yacht off the Seychelles would be something from their dreams. But for the tanned blond basking on the bow it may as well have been a prison cell. The party-mad Princess Madeline was a long way from the world she loved, stranded in the middle of a boring ocean, going out of her mind from dullness. This was really no holiday for the scandal-plagued beauty; like something out of a fairytale she was a princess banished to an idyllic exile for her sins.
Those sins were indeed many. She was barely past her twentieth birthday but had already developed a sordid reputation. Being the youngest of the royal children she had been both devoid of responsibility and utterly spoilt. Consequently she had grown up bratty, demanding and entitled. With golden hair, a luscious figure and deep gray eyes, ‘Madde’ more than fulfilled the fantasy of a Nordic princess – and she had known it from an early age. Altogether, the mix of beauty and arrogance made for a potent combination that obsessed the paparazzi.
The princess, of course, took all this for granted. She saw it as only right that she could blaze a slutty trail through the elite clubs of Europe, given her looks and power. Getting everything she wanted was one thing, but having the body to back it up was even better. She lived for the thrill of being one of the most sought-after young royals with numerous admirers. Life was like a fantastic party were she was always the center of attention.
She had been precocious enough sexually ever since she seduced her groom – then had him fired for it, purely because she rebelled in the power.. An ability to bring any man she liked to his knees came naturally to the prick teasing princess. Bodyguards, tutors, grooms – she loved to fuck the lot, not to mention the occasional rock star or fellow blue blood. Her exasperated parents and publicity machine were kept ever-busy covering up her slutty indirections.
There was a passion Madeleine had that extended beyond the bedroom, although it was no less carnal. She was a highly skilled show jumper and competed at a serious level. It was somewhat expected of a girl in her position, but she had loved horses her whole life – and especially since she had learned to orgasm so powerfully when astride one. The rough physicality of it all toned her tight body and turned her on. It wasn’t just the many chiseled hunks she met who got her wet whenever she thought about riding. Something in the princess tired of total control and dreamed of a man who would take instead of asking, using her like the beasts she rode, broken and sweaty. She had started to take her crop to bed, to be used by select lovers on her round ass while she squealed in delight.
Moving to London at 18 to study, she had quickly abandoned academia for her two favorite pastimes : cocaine and cock. As a stunning blond with a bottomless bank account she had no shortage of either. The next two years passed in a blaze of parties with no time for class of any kind. Madeleine merrily danced, snorted and sucked her way through the exclusive club scene and became infamous for it. She only had three rules: no guys over 30, never in the ass, and no blacks – Madde was profoundly racist.
Her discretion was protected by bodyguards who kept her secrets in exchange for infrequent indulgences with the princess. She traded her body for their silence. The Royal Family back in Stockholm were kept in the dark as to the excesses of their youngest.
It could stayed that way for a while, until her 20th birthday party became public. Holding it at an elite strip club was outrageous enough, but the fact Madde had joined them on stage for a while horrified her prudish and proper parents. She was recalled quickly and ignominiously sent home, nominally for the holidays but really to receive a stern scolding from the King.
The family were outraged, not that she actually cared. What did irritate her was the conditions of her punishment : a few weeks in the Seychelles far from paparazzi cameras. Isolated on a yacht with a handpicked crew of her parent’s choosing, there would be little chance to disgrace herself. None of her personal staff were allowed in favor of a less corrupted entourage. The infuriated princess fumed at the fact she was not even allowed a maid. This whole business, she felt, was totally unfair.
So here she was a few weeks later, basking and bronzed in the Indian Ocean. The ordeal had become bearable enough, although the lack of partying on the island itself had bored her immensely. Even the vast stillness of the sea was to be preferred to that dump. She had sourced some local weed in a brief moment away from her minders, and enjoyed a few stealthy smokes to kill the boredom.
Laid out on the bow of the luxury yacht, Madde soaked in more than the rays of the sun. For days now the crew had watched their royal passenger display her body with avid interest. She knew they had been chosen by her parents specifically because they would resist her wiles. The fact they had picked so many ugly and married specimens almost amused her. But the precocious prick tease enjoyed the attention anyway, even if some of the creepier ones ogled a little too long.
The evening was now drawing in on her second day at sea. She he spent the sun-soaked afternoon bronzing herself on the prow, her 34C bust amplified by a revealing white bikini. Daydreaming with her Ipod she dozed off to the gentle rocking of the ocean. At their stations on the bridge the two officers of the watch were totally focused on her. Smoking and discussing among themselves what they would do to the princess on any other occasion, the bridge crew were unaware of the boat coming alongside them in the growing gloom.
For this royal cruise had not been kept a total secret. Among the dock crews in the Seychelles were eyes of the Somali pirates, looking for the ‘one big score’ that would make them. Madeleine’s identity and location had been sent to waiting crews in Mogadishu, and the consortium of captains chose a picked team to grab her. The possibilities of ransoming a real European princess seemed a dream come true.
Bearing just enough fuel to get there and back, the pirates had taken a low-profile fishing boat direct to the yacht, guided by a planted GPS. They knew they had to be back by dawn, with the princess or not. Stalking it in the last hours of the day, they slowly approached like a shark just as darkness fell. All the while the royal yacht was obvious to the approaching danger.
Fixated on drooling over their passenger, the watchmen on the bridge were only aware of the threat when it was too late. Both were swiftly and silently stabbed as the pirates sabotaged the controls. While some went below decks to execute the rest of the crew, the leader of the posse stared down on the dozing Madeleine with a dull glower in his single good eye. Aljad’s other one was just an empty socket, the legacy of many brutal years of militia warfare and preying on fishermen. Wiping his bloodied knife on the dead watchman he walked down onto the deck.
Madeleine awoke to the sound of footsteps, groggy and languid. With a feline stretch she drawled sleepily, “Why didn’t you idiots wake me up? I’m hungry now. Call up the chef, and refill my bottle.”
The clatter of Swedish was alien to Aljad. But he recognized the haughty entitlement. He licked his salty, cracked lips at the profile of the princess, laid out almost like a trophy in the orange sunset. The cynical killer had never been a religious man, despite the efforts of his despairing mother. But he found a moment to praise the generosity of Allah as he approached his prey.
“Hey, did you hear me, asshole?” Madeleine spat in pouty irritation. She pushed her shades back onto her immaculately groomed blond hair and sat up sharply. It was a bit too quick for her pot- and sun-addled senses and she swooned for a moment, trying to see the approaching man through the gloom than now came down fast. “I said, get your sorry ass to the galley now, or I’ll-”
When she finally focused on Aljad her gasp of shock caught in her throat. The princess was literally stunned at the sight of this vicious thug, his cold eye boring through her. Fumbling awkwardly she got up and jumped off the raised bow, landing on the deck before him. Clutching a towel to hide her half-naked body Madde felt fear rise in her like nausea.
But her instinctive sense of propriety – her royal upbringing – suddenly burst through her shock. With a mix of anger and outrage she spat, in English “Who the fuck are you, you black asshole! Why are you here? Stop fucking looking at me!” She wondered where the crew were. “Hey you guys!” She shouted up at the bridge. “There’s some..psycho on board!”
The report of shouts and muffled gunshots below deck rang out. A real sense of her situation started to break through Madde’s arrogant denial. Her luminous eyes swelling in fear, she slowly backed away from the approaching Aljad. “Get the fuck back, asshole!” In a moment of blind bratty rage she threw her cellphone at him. The leering pirate batted it away with a chuckle and it landed with a slop plop in the sea.
The sudden voice of his voice – a perfectly accented English – almost trumped Madde’s disbelief. “Good evening, Princess”, he said with an evil chuckle. “I’d like to invite you back to my palace in Harardhere. You are going to make me a very rich man.”
Madde was so bewildered that it seemed like some horrible lucid nightmare. She could see other pirates moving around on the ship now, several of them wearing the bloodstained uniforms of the crew. This couldn’t possibly be happening, she thought in an instinctive moment of pure entitled anger.
“Fuck you, asshole! Do you know who I am? My people will fuck you up so bad-”
Suddenly a rough cord drew a tight noose around her neck. She feverishly clawed at the rope as she inhaled the foul presence of the pirate now come up behind her. His rigid cock pressed up hard through his jeans against her ass. The more Madde struggled, the tighter the noose grew. All royal presumption was gone now as she knew she was fighting for her life.
Her vision began to turn into a field of stars as Aljad approached. He gave his crewman a curt nod and the rope was released. But before Madde could gasp more than a few desperate breaths, Aljad punched her firmly once, twice, then three times in succession as she convulsed in choked agony. Blind from the shock, all she could hear was the roars of laughter from the other watching pirates. Then he delivered a swift, cunt-crushing kick directly between her long brown legs and she suddenly found the voice to scream.
“OHGDDDD PLZ-PLZZ! PLZGD I-I-” she was blathering in panic now. ‘I-I-I’m rich! Incredibly rich! You can have the lot! You can be millionaires please ohgodOHGODNONONO-” As the pirate behind her bound her wrists and a cackling Aljad grabbed her bikini she wailed in Swedish “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME – YOU CAN’T YOU-Y-YOU FUCKING NIGGERS!”
She writhed and shrieked like a wild animal as Aljad tore off the bikini top with a loud snap. Groaning in horror she shut her eyes as he began to claw and bite at her tits when they bounced free. “Oh g-god please, listen, please don’t do this I’m begging please, no, no, no….” The pirate behind her ripped off her bikini bottoms with a firm tug, groping and slapping her ass while she sobbed helplessly. Watching avidly, the rest of the crew drank in the sight of the royal hottie’s tanned, toned body naked and glowing with sweat in the early moonlight. None had ever seen a white woman before, let alone such a fine specimen screaming at their mercy.
Madde was pushed roughly to her knees as Aljad dropped his pants and exposed his fully erect cock. It was twice the size of anything she had ever seen. Hot tears streamed down her ruddy cheeks as she realised what was coming. She clenched her eyes shut tight as Aljad grabbed a fistful of her soft blond hair and flashed a knife before her.
“You give the best blowjob of your life now Princess, or I’ll cut off your nose. Look at me. You understand? LOOK AT ME!”
He drank in the sight of her fear-filled gray eyes as they sprang open and stared up at him. His throbbing cock swung before her and she drew her mouth tight. But Aljad pressed his knife to her nose and she opened her glossed lips just wide enough for him to thrust his raperod through. Groaning loudly he pushed deep into her cool mouth while Madde gagged violently. The stench and nausea rendered her almost delirious even before he began to vigorously facefuck her. All she could do was make wet choking noises and pray for the nightmare to end. She struggled to see through her tear-stained eyes but she could clearly make out her rapist’s face as it glared evilly down at her.
This isn’t a nightmare, thought Madde with a surreal insight, this is hell. She had always known she ran the risk of being kidnapped. But this ordeal was beyond her worst imaginings. Her only hope was that they were going to ransom her, in which case they would let her live. For now she was the prisoner of a dozen Somali pirates, and with a dull certainly she realised she could expect nothing but a night of a gang-rape.
Aljad came with a satisfied grunt, his load firing like a shotgun in Madde’s mouth. She retched but that just sent it further down her throat and she convulsed with disgust. Staring at her shiny face, glistening from tears, spit and cum, he pulled out with a soft plop then slapped her face hard. She yelped like a whipped dog, her pleas for mercy now incoherent gurgling babble.
“Throw the white bitch over that bar,” the pirate chief bellowed, as an eager group leaped forward and threw Madde like a ragdoll over a long bar on the bow. Jackknifed awkwardly and painfully, she could do nothing but shudder in terror as two queues formed in front of and behind her. Whooping gleefully the pirates then took her firmly and furiously in an endless double-fuck. Some choked her over and over with their huge fetid cocks while using her ears as handgrips – and nearly tearing them off in the process. She was forced to employ every trick she knew about pleasuring a man with her mouth, hoping that the sooner she made they cum the sooner her suffering was over.
With her legs lashed in a ‘v’ position the pink lips of Madde’s pussy were clearly exposed to her rapists. As the first of a dozen penetrated her tight snatch she howled like an animal, but it was soon choked off by the cock in her mouth. She had never had a dick like this in her; it hurt so much and was so big that she felt the piston-like pounding crush her box with the most exquisite agony.
Sweat soaked her in the steamy night, running off her body as it was jerked about cruelly. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as every pirate on the boat reamed her like she was the only woman left on earth.. Each time she was taken she felt that much more worse; every thrust broke her a little bit intimately.
Closing her eyes Madde tried to take herself somewhere else in her mind. With a naïve, helpless desperation she tried to take herself out of the suffering. But then the pain began again – the burning between her legs, the aching in her throat. Dear Christ, she thought dully, this is just the start. For all her bragging she realised it would be a long time – if at all – before she was rescued, and she didn’t think she could last that long. Her tight and trained horsewoman’s body had been pushed beyond its limits, and Madde soon found herself feverishly praying for unconsciousness…or even death. But the pain just got worse, and the brutal reality was nearly driving her mad.
For a few delirious moments everything seemed to stop. She heard laughing and cruel voices howling around her. Aljad grabbed a fistful of her blond hair and jerked her head back violently to bring them face-to face.
“In the villages”, he hissed, “it is said the cure for AIDS is to fuck the ass of a white woman.” A wicked smile played on his scarred face as he saw the terror fill her dark gray eyes. “One of my boys is going to test that theory.”
Madde barely had a moment to scream before she felt the steel hands clamp onto her sides and the battering against her asshole. There had only ever been one major law in her immorality – no anal sex, especially with a black man. She had resolved to never be fucked in the ass – now an AIDS-ridden sadistic pirate was ripping it in half. Her throat, already raw from her constant cries, shredded as she shrieked in a primal agony.
Her blazing eyes stared ahead into nothing as she felt her ass pounded deep, hard and rhythmically. Every thrust drove a little more into her and so hurt that much more. She tried to relax, to lessen the suffering as much as she could. But this rapist knew exactly how to make her scream, to the delighted cheers of his crewmates. He came deep and long inside her, slapping her cheeks hard from behind and taunting the degraded girl. The shattered Madde’s mind was so unhinged she barely noticed when he finally pulled out. She painfully lifted her head up and stared out at the black endless sea. In that moment the princess found herself wondering if she wasn’t better off dead.
She groaned as she was untied, four pirates each grabbing a limb and holding her spreadeagled above the deck. Too weak to struggle, beg for mercy or even pray, Madde tried to prepare herself for whatever came next. Aljad came up again, a cold light glinting in his eyes. He held up a razorblade and spoke calmly to his dazed victim.
“You enjoyed that punishment too much, you rotten whore. Moaning and squealing like you did. Before you enter my house you must be made clean.”
He acted so swiftly, and in such a practiced move, that Madde barely realised what happened. He took her bruised and swollen clit between his fingers then sliced it off with the chipped razor blade. The pink bud fell away and he flicked it into the sea. Despite the stinking heat of the night Madde suddenly felt incredibly cold, just before the wave of shocking anguish suddenly surged through her body.
“AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUKKKKKKKKKKK-”
Her fractured mind could barely conceive of the brutal mutilation she had just suffered, let alone the pain that now wracked her. She was barely aware as Aljad’s mate quickly cauterized her severed pussy with a hand-held blowtorch, burning it in the process. After all the brutalizations visited upon her she had finally found her limit, and passed whimpering into a deep black unconsciousness.
Chuckling with satisfaction, the pirates looked at their prey. “Get her in the boat, now.” bellowed Aljad. He turned back to his mate. “The charges set?” A curt nod in reply told him yes. “Then we go now. Three hours back to shore, and we’re millionaires, boys!”
He watched as his crew, singing with joy, loaded the bound and bloodied body of the princess in the boat. Once ashore, he thought to himself, they would make the ransom video, then move her up to the fortress in the mountains. He wanted to breed this one, to have the golden-haired Northern whore produce more blond daughters for this pleasure. As he, his crew and Madde headed off into night, Aljad reflected his future was as bright as the explosions that ripped the royal yacht to pieces.
end of part 1
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I appreciate the comments and advice, thank you. I am still getting the hang of writting so i how your patient with me. Leave a comment if you like it, there’s a part four which I am working on right now. I should have it up sometime tomorrow.
It’s that old time religion, a sermon about abstinence, and fucking your brains out in church that really gets your blood boiling.