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	CASSIE HOLE


The car drove off and he knew that this was the time.  He called
down and had the estate closed, the staff sent off and the house
cordoned off.  He went to the den and prepared himself in the
master bathroom.  After showering and dressing he pulled the
doors closed and subdued the lighting; the huge room bathed in a
low but clear light.  His wife was due gone for two weeks, her
family expecting to pick her up at the airport in four hours, the
need a jumble of legal paperwork and other responsibilities that
required her there.  There was no reason that he come with her,
their daughter Cassie, had to stay in school and it was his chore
to see that she was kept to her routine.   

	He had no possible reason to see she didn't.  Since she had
turned thirteen, he had all the reason to see she adhered to her
father's guidance.  Cassie had in fact made it clear that she
wanted nothing more or less than having it stay that way.  Kelly
had always made a point of working and carrying on her career
even after she had hooked Michael, the CEO of a prosperous
software company. After their marriage and the birth of Cassie,
she had started a small business that had blossomed and she had
little time to raise her, depending on Michael's free time and
the staff to look after her.  It worked to Michael's advantage,
that and his perversions. 

	It started slowly, Michael spending time alone in the afternoons
with Cassie as she grew and watching as she became a wholesome,
somewhat lonely girl/child, as she craved attention that her
mother was not there to give.  She loved her Daddy and his
playful exuberant nature, drawing her to him and having her watch
movies on the couch or swim in the pool with her as she tanned
herself outside.  The shy way he caressed her and her firm
ripening body and commented about how beautiful she was, had an
effect and she loved the way he fawned over her, kissing her neck
and stroking her firm curves as he listened to her day after day,
telling him what she loved and wanted and hoped for and needed. 
He always warmed to her, allowing her free reign, letting her
grow so naturally into the taut tight teen that she was, her tits
filling out and capped with large aureoles and her lips fuller
and succulent and moist as she trapeze through the house,
upstairs where her father worked in his den, pausing in the
doorway in her thin panties and top and watching him on the phone
and so proud of him as she felt stirrings in her thighs and
deeper in, in her developing moist lips and nipples. They grew
hard as he lay with her watching an afternoon movie, his fingers
squeezing and enveloping her nipples through her thin top, his
fingers certain to ease down and clutch her swelled lips through
her panties, moist and parting as his breath caressed her neck
and in her hair, his hand groping her ass as she snuggled up
closer, wanting to prolong the exquisite feelings she had as he
caressed her.  She moaned silently and her eyes ached to stay
open as he used her body so lovingly and fully.  Cassie parted
her legs while she watched the screen, wanting to give him full
access and her hands molded to his and forced his fingers to
continue all the while saying nothing, just allowing the motions
to acknowledge the need between them, aching to want more,
achingly knowing as she lay there, and looking down, seeing his
strong thick fingertips bring her so much intense pleasure as
they fluidly moved over her stretched out lips and swollen clit,
her fingers actually pulling over her panties so that they
wouldn't get in the way,  her father's murmurs in her ear a
reassuring nod to what she knew that she wanted and had to have.

	It began on a Tuesday after she had left for work.  Daddy was
asleep, having flown back in from a conference in Dallas.  Mommy
had come in and kissed her awake as she left and told her that
she would be in late but that Daddy was going to be up later and
that she could get breakfast from the early staff before they
left.  She had raced down and ate quickly and watched the staff
leave before she returned up to her bed.  From her window she
could see the entire area and saw as her Mom's car was missing
and the usual staff had taken off.  It would be at least two days
before the crew came back in to help with the chores, meals and
all.  She bounded out and went past her Daddy's sleeping area to
her Mom's salon.  She knew that the door in here was bolted and
she locked herself in.  She sat at the vanity table and looked
into the mirror and as she did, she washed her tender young face
and knew what she had to do.

	Stripping off her pajamas and cotton panties she stepped in the
shower and washed her petite taut firm body, her hands raking her
tits, pussy and caressing between her ass cheeks.   She wanted
herself to be completely clean, her hand especially rubbing
between her cunt folds, her parted lips so tight that they barely
opened as she worked to clean them, again and again squeezing
them open to run her fingers over her clit and into her open
hole, the pinkness peeking open and closing.  She dried off and
sat in front of the mirror, seeing the perfume and moistures
splayed out as she did her nails first, a soft pink shell hue,
her eyes in a pale whisper of white, he lips in a glossed coral.
She then brushed out her hair and applied a scent of fragrance
along her neck to her tits.  She rubbed a moisturizer along her
thighs and along the swollen leaking part of her pussy.  She
spread out her legs and looked at her self in the mirror.  She
looked like a fragile doll, a wet sheen to her skin and a glossed
reflection swept over her face.  She rose then and looked at the
clock, an hour had passed, and crossed to the open drawers.  She
immediately found what she wanted, Mommy's silk, things that felt
creamy on her fingers and were so thin and wisps of wrap.  She
found the smallest pair of white panties she could, and ran them
along her face, over her neck, down across her hardening nipples
and further, deep into her cunt slit; the sensation of the
material causing her to shiver as she felt it up into her clit,
rubbing it there.  She flushed as she pulled them on, over her
hips, high up into her cunt slit, her bald lips spread open on
either side as she snuggled them up tight and causing her to
thrust into them and sway against the delicious feeling.  She
then pulled a pair of translucent stockings out, her legs
caressing them as she drew them up, stretching them so the tops
enveloped her thighs and the bows hung in the back, making her
pubescent thighs look even more taut, firm and inviting as they
encompassed her silk packed hole, her wetness already seeping
out. She crossed to the closet and looking inside she pulled a
pair of thin stilettos that were strapless and pink and fit her
arch close enough so that she could stand in them, her back
arched and her pussy thrust forward, her ass pert and pumped as
she admired herself in the mirror.  She loved the way she looked,
the nastiness of her becoming Daddy's' play thing, her becoming
his thing.  That was what she knew she wanted, had ached to be as
she laid alongside him all those times, wanted to have him kiss
and use her completely, have him allow her to use him with her
tight young body, her flushed wetness, had practically begged him
to shove into her, break her open and take her.  She knew that
was what he wanted as much as her.  Now she was preparing her
self to be his gift, show him that she was ready for the next
step, wanted her loving Daddy to see she could be the woman for
him, the woman he wanted.  She took the dress down and laid it
out.  It was a minuscule top on Mommy but it would be perfect on
her, she thought as she shrugged it on.  The thin white top
barely reached mid thigh on her and she pulled it up so that her
silky panties bulged below the hem and her budding tits showed
slightly on the side.  She looked in the mirror at the vanity and
tugged out her nipples so they showed clearly.  She then applied
an extra brush of eyeliner so that her lashes were pronounced and
her clear green eyes shone out.  She brushed her locks of black
hair back and was amazed; she looked like a 20 year old Lolita, a
perfect specimen for her Daddy, a dream that her father could not
longer resist.  She unlocked the door and walked down the hall,
her heart beating fast and the throb of her cunt whispering in
her ear like her father's moaning echoes that so thrilled her. 
She softly opened his door and saw as he slept, sprawled across
the bed, his chest heaving up evenly, and his arm languishing
over the side of the mattress, his warm breath undulating in the
air.  She silently closed the door behind her and shut the lock.
Cassie went to the side of the bed and looked down on him, her
bunched up panties stretched up her moist cunt lips and his body
so restful.  She sat in the dressing chair next to the bed,
afraid to touch him.  She looked at him so afraid yet so
quivering with his scent and power and remembering his knuckles
and fingertips as they rubbed her clit and how she ached to have
him finger fuck her tight hole, how she yearned so much to have
him do more as he groped her tits, kissed her neck and once, even
ran his tongue over her lips and tongue. She gathered the edge of
the blanket and eased it up, hoping, wanting, and wishing.  She
eased the comforter back, so wanting that he would be naked, that
she would know what that hard shaft looked like, the stalk that
had pushed hard against her ass cheeks as he moved on her, those
nights she lay letting him freely use her willing body.  She
wanted just a peek, a glimpse of that meaty cock that was her
Daddy, that rod that she savored to taste, to touch, to hold and
stroke, to love and, she knew, to have plunging into her bald
cunt.  That was what she wanted more than anything and she knew
he wanted too.  She flipped back the cotton and there it was,
thick and veined and huge and raw and plump.  Her Daddy's cock
was long and full and rich and thick.  She wanted to grope it the
way he had groped her sensitive tits and cunt, her flooding
starting just seeing it.   She ached and started to reach out but
knew better, this would be his gift, his giving it to her, not
her just taking it to swallow and stroke, no she knew this was
her one chance, her start to give him what they so badly wanted.
She took his limp hand by the wrist and slowly, knowingly,
reached down with her free hand, pulling her silk over.  Her
smooth cunt opened out, the juices already slick and wet over her
mons. She brought his hand up and then stepped up and taking his
finger, started to trace it along her cunt slit, up and down and
then over it again until her pussy parted and she opened her lips
wide.  She took two fingers and pulled the dressing chair closer,
stuffing the fingers of his hand into her cunt until they were
knuckle deep.  Placing her heels on the side of the bed she began
to allow his fingers fuck into her cunt hole by holding his wrist
and forcing them up into herself.  She rode onto his strong
fingers in and out and slapped her clit with her free hand as she
did.  She moaned deep as he unwittingly finger fucked his
daughter.  Cassie wanted to cry out so loud but she was
frightened, so scared, knowing that he wanted her, but it wasn't
the same as the other times when he had been running his fingers
over her, kneading her clit and nipples, having his way with her,
knowing that she knew.  Cassie pumped a few minutes and then
allowed his wet coated fingers to drop out.  She knew that he had
to know what she was, his little girl/woman fuck thing.  She
wanted him to see her as that, it was no good without that, he
had trained her that she was his secret and she wanted that.  She
looked and saw that her pouty cunt lips flared open as his
fingers draped out but she felt the heat and desire and while she
looked down at his fat cock shaft and handsome face she stood and
knelt one knee on the bed by his face, and pulled up her small
dress and then again began fingering up her hole.  "Daddy, look
at me Daddy, here I am, all grown up, your little Cassie all
ready for you and that nice cock, look Daddy, all dressed up in
Mommy clothes, ready for you Daddy, baby girl and her little hole
all for Daddy, want it Daddy, tell me you want it Daddy.." 
Cassie began shoving her fingers up into herself, mesmerized by
her father's brutish cock meat, his heaving thick chest, his
muscles and aroma.  She felt her eyes roll up in her head as she
fingered hard into her smooth hairless cunt, her tits heaving as
her mouth drooled in uncontrollable heat.   She yearned to be his
fuck doll, his secret fuck hole, that was the way they had begun
and that was what made her wet, she wanted to be his whore, his
whore when Mommy was away.  He wanted it too; she knew that
convincing him wouldn't be hard.  

Cassie wanted this new game, wanted what he wanted, to be his
grown up fuck thing when they were alone, knew that she wanted to
dress up for her Daddy, knew that he liked it, liked it a lot. 
She's seen the way his eyes widened whenever a woman at the mall
walked by, heels on and a hot dress on or a woman at the park
packed into short shorts and her top bulging with her full tits,
she'd seen his hidden magazines, the girls and teens and sluts in
there all glossed and pink and dressed nasty.  She'd done a look
around and she had found some "nasty" things Mommy wore in a back
drawer of her closet, saw the panties with the hole where her
cunt hole would be, had seen the gelled "cock" toy that she
longed to try, had seen the pictures Mommy had of "dirty" boys,
the ads with muscled men in them, were Mommy's lipstick smeared
over the tight jean area where a cock would have been.  Then she
had visited on sleepovers with friends, as many secret "Mommy"
places as she could, sometime taking naughty nasty clothes that
she knew her Daddy would like to see on her.  Sometime if her
friends only lived with their fathers, she would hold out until
the others fell asleep and then pretend that she woke up and go
in and see if she could tease them.  She'd sometime go into the
Dad's room pretending to be looking for the little girl's room
and pull her pajamas down and put her hand down into her panties
and squirm that she needed to pee, yanking them over so the man
saw her bald cunt and her fingers playing with it and squeal that
she needed so bad to go, that she thought that this was the door
into the bathroom and squatted right in front of them and spread
wide open so that he saw clearly that she was wet and her pink
hole was throbbing.  Thinking she was about to go, the men
usually scooped her up and looking down as she continued playing
with herself, took her in the bathroom where she would feign that
she didn't want to be left alone, that she was scared.  The
daddies would come in and turn to look the other way as she sat
down but she would just rip off her panties and bottoms and sit
and start to play, her fingers far up her hole, letting the noise
get to them, and as they asked if she was OK, she'd say that she
had to get herself started, had to start the pee.  When they
peeked back she'd be spread wide open and be fingering deep and
her top was up showing everything.   Some daddies would just look
and look and get closer and even see if they could help.  Some
just ran out but she saw the need and lust and want to use her
and that was the thing she loved, craved, that the daddies wanted
her to be used and treated like a cock loving woman, that was
what she ached to be, a fuck hole for older men that would need
and want and adored her for her body and mouth.  A chill ran
through her when ever she did it, thought about her forays.  One
Daddy had even looked down on her as she "tried to pee" and
actually turned off everything but the night light and she saw
him in the dim light, shove his hand in his pants and rub until
he shook so bad he got on his knees and told her that his
specialty was to get her to pee with his tongue.  Later, she woke
up a long time later and felt a gooey mess of something on her
neck.  

Cassie went to the den and turned on the small light.  She had to
find a way to get him here and then a thought came to her.  She
got on her cell phone and called the house.  She heard the
ringing and it went on for 4 rings before it got picked up. 
"Uh...hello."  It was Michael.  

"Daddy, it's me Cassie, are you awake?"  The response was subdued
but he sparked up hearing it was her.  

"Cassie, where are you?"  He seemed unsure what was going on and
unsure where he was.  

"I'm over at Kelly's house and I think that I left my keys in the
den, can you check for me.  I meant to grab them but when I
grabbed my homework I might have forgot them, I want to be sure
they're there."  She whined slightly, "Please, I'll be home
soon."

"OK hold on."  Cassie could hear him get up and shuffle around
and she ran and ducked behind the huge leather couch.  A few
seconds later, her Daddy came in wearing just boxers, his lean
body striding in; searching the desk and the area near the
computer.  He moved a few papers and looked around and finally
gave up and left going towards the bedroom again.

"Honey, I don't see them, are you sure..."

"Daddy please; can you see if I dropped them in the big chair
behind your desk."  

Michael came in again and looked in the chair and as he moved
from there to the rest off the room he finally dropped in the
couch and grabbed the cordless and clicked it on.  "Cassie, I
didn't..."  There was a dial tone coming through, Cassie must
have hung up he thought.  That's weird he thought.  As he sat
there, he hung up and stretched back thinking about her.  His
cock got hard just imagining what her body felt like as he mauled
her, she seemed willing but that may be in his head, but she was
so hot and tight and she never wavered when he played with her
inside her panties, she almost seemed to rub back at his fingers,
almost wanting it.  He leaned back his head and closed his eyes
and thought that when she got in tonight, he wanted to coax her
in quick; he wanted to smell her on his fingers as he jacked off
with the other hand before his wife returned.  He was getting so
hooked on his daughter, so obsessed with playing with her, she
was such a hot little taunting piece of ass, he wasn't sure how
he'd do it but he wanted to stuff his cock in her.  He dreamt of
her titties, the wet feel of her cunt, amazingly bald and the wet
kiss that he had given her.  He was just in a trance when he
heard something and came awake quickly and there she was, but my
god, she looked different.  She was dressed up in an outfit that
was incredible, a thin tight sheer white pullover and pink heels,
her face made up and her bunch of cunt lips caressed in panties
below the hem of her dress.  And not only that, she was running
her fingers over the ridges of her pouting cunt lips through the
panties as her other hand squeezed her small titties, the small
bulge of her firm mounds seeping out the edge of her dress, her
eyes looking and shining down at him laid out on the couch, his
cock shaft clearly hard and throbbing beneath his boxers.  "I,
huh, I Cassie, I...."  She only put her finger to her lips and
nodded for him to stay silent.  


Cassie turned and faced away from him and lifted the high hem and
Michael saw her small ass and the thin wet strip that molded into
her cunt and ass, stretching tight to her young body, her
promising wet holes that she displayed for him.  His cock shaft
throbbed and lengthened and filled with his cum load watching. 
She eased back and settled onto his cock meat and squirmed a
little and then draped herself along his splayed body as she
turned her face into him and looked at him.

"See Daddy, I have Mommy clothes on, her top and her heels, her
naughty panties, see, I know that you liked to lay with me and
feel me, but I thought that maybe you'd like this better, your
naughty Cassie all dressed up for you, hummm?" She ratcheted her
pert ass firmly against his bulging cock shaft and teased him; up
and down, letting the cock head moisten as she rubbed her wet
panties on his flared bulb.   "Do you Daddy, naughty Cassie all
for you, all for you to play with?"  She felt his fingers move
over her shoulder and then lower, under her arms and grasped her
tits and pinched her nipples out, harder this time, rolling them
tight up and erect.  He kissed along the nape of her neck,
smelling her thrilling perfume and the scent of her shampoo,
feeling her ass and the moist rubbing of her cunt lips along his
shaft.  "That's it Daddy, play our game Daddy, but this time
don't be shy about wanting to, I like it too. I want it as much
as you."  She then caught his chin and lifted his mouth and
turning her head back, kissed him full on his lips, shoving out
her tongue and feeling him immediately start to suck it as his
fingers moved down her stomach as she reached before his hand and
grabbed the skimpy string of her panties and anxiously pulling it
over so that he had full access to her cunt hole.  He instead
hooked his finger up under her wet thin covering and with a hard
yank tore the minuscule thong away.  He smeared the crme of the
material across her thighs and stomach as he tongued her back,
forcing her mouth to open and accept his probing wet kiss. 
Cassie luxuriated in his hands and the nasty way he was treating
her, having his way with her as she willing allowed him to
explore and use her for his own pleasure, knew that he would be
her fuck, she his fuck thing, his doll to play with.  That was
what she desired more than anything, more than any other hope,
she wanted Daddy to do every nasty thing he could imagine, to
make her a woman/whore, his whore fuck, his fourteen year old
fuck hole, for him and what ever he thought best for her, she
wanted to be HIS, nothing else, his young ripe fuck hole, his
cock sleeve.  That was all she wanted and now it was happening. 


She whispered in his ear.  "Do you like me all dressed up in
Mommy's clothes Daddy, like your Cassie all made up for you while
Mommy is gone?"  She felt his finger thrust up, knuckle deep into
her cunt, the trickling wetness coating his hand as it seeped
out, his voice a muffled groan as she accepted him fully,
spreading her legs wide so that he could finger fuck up into her
while she further caressed him with her young breathless voice. 
"You want me Daddy to be your play hole when Mommy is away?"  She
slid hard up and down on to his ravaging finger as his thumb
twiddled her clit and she juiced freely on his hand.  "Be your
nasty baby like you want me to be?  Dress me up and use me like
you've wanted to do for so long?"  Cassie pulled her top down so
that her budding hard nipples trapped outside her top, available
for HIM to tease and maul, to suck and milk the way she knew he
liked.  "Like your daughter's pink hole Daddy, like that I want
you to use it however you want Daddy, however you need it, it's
here for you Daddy."  She felt another one of his fingers try and
join the first in her cunt but it was tight and she pushed even
harder trying to get both thick digits in, forcing herself
stronger onto the new invading finger and slowly but fully she
felt it slide in, stretching out her pussy lips, the elasticity
scooping up his turgid onslaught as she felt them ram farther up
and in her bald cunt hole.  She kissed his mouth harder and clung
to his face as her hole brimmed with his jerking fingers. 

Michael's harsh voice sounded out as he breathed out hard. 
"Cassie, reach down and pull my cock out and play with it, jack
it up with your hand."  As Cassie didn't begin immediately as she
was grinding his girth of fingers, he again said it.  "Get my
cock out now, reach in and pull Daddy's cock out."  She
immediately reached in the open fold of his boxers and fought to
get his stalk of cock meat out and pulled out from her ass cheeks
so that she could see it glistening hard and rampant as she
folded her small fist around it and felt the cum drippings as she
ran her fist up and down in a fluid tight motion.  

"Oh fuck yes Daddy, oh gosh, fill my hole Daddy, stuff those
fingers in, oh I love your dick Daddy, so good, so huge, Oh
Daddy, is that good, am I jacking you up OK Daddy, I want to do
it so good."  Cassie wanted to stand up and hump her fathers
fingers and really ram them in but she would not let go of her
Daddy's cock for anything, she started to really jack it off for
him, long hard strokes as she watched her fuck sleeve getting
stuffed by her father's finger play.  In one quick motion Michael
shoved the top off his daughter so that she was naked except for
her sheer white thigh highs, pink heels and her dolled up face,
her hair so perfectly done.  Looking over her shoulder he could
see her taut hard nipples and her bald hairless cunt with his
thick fingers shoved in, her legs spread wide and her heels
dangling out, her small tight hand fisting his thick girth of
fuck meat, the pre cum drooling over her fingers and her lip
glossed mouth moaning as she whispered her nasty comments at him.
 "Yes Daddy, make me a filthy fuck toy for you, make me do
anything you want, don't pretend anymore, just use me the way you
want to, fuck, finger and fill your nasty daughter's holes, do it
Daddy, show me how you want to use my little sweet mouth, my
smooth cunt hole, my tiny titties, yes Daddy show me what a dirty
girl I am, show me what my dirty body can do for you."  Her candy
glossed lips ached out the words as she jammed her small fist up
and down in movement to his fingering her, she was running wet
now, her cunt fully accepting his two fingers all the way down
and crying with happiness as he jammed up into her as his thumb
flicked her raw reddened clit over and over.  She loved being a
nude spread piece of fuck meat for her father as she saw herself
in all her splendor, her heels tittering on her toes, her trim
taut tight hot teen body splayed and being used and abused by her
Daddy, him having permission to completely fucking treat her like
a fuck rag, a glossy pubescent gorgeous smooth pure adolescent
piece of fuck tissue, but still a raw candied hole for his use
and perversions and cum load and that was the secret that excited
and pulsed in the nerves of her juicing cunt sleeve and what she
envisioned so many times.  That was the need she so wanted and
desired and having that secret only made her wet up more.   

His cock was pumping and throbbing in her fist and she took her
palm and licked it, tasting a strange but wickedly sweet taste in
her mouth as she then replaced it, her saliva mixing with the
slick juice seeping out.  He eased off his continual assault on
her tight cunt and rhythmically just oozed in and out slower.
Watching as she began pumping back against his hand, fucking onto
it and then he pried open her ass cheek and suddenly slapped her
ass and she jumped away from his lap and looked back stunned. 
Michael grabbed her by the elbow and turned her around and pulled
her down to her knees, spreading his legs out to accommodate her
position so that her nose was up against his taut full cum balls
and her eyes were peeking up around his crowning shaft and she
looked at him.  "There Cassie baby, open your mouth and spit up
on Daddy's balls, get them nice and wet with your mouth." Michael
grabbed her head and forced her mouth close in on his pulsating
ball sacs and she started to lap and lick and spit over her lips,
coating them with a gooey luster of saliva while her hand edged
up and continued to stroke the shaft from the base to and over
his cock head then back down.  She leaned in even further and the
began to tickle at his ass hole as she jacked him and watched for
his enjoyment and saw him loll back and groan again as she
alternatively sucked his balls and then his ass and hurriedly
kept his stalk hard with her hand.  

Stroking up she took her mouth off his balls and ran her hand up
his chest and over his nipples.  "I want you to use my mouth, I
want that big cock in my lips Daddy and you giving it to me,  I
saw your magazines Daddy, I know you like girls doing that, let
me do it to you OK Daddy. "  Her eyes pleaded with him.  "I can
be as good as Mommy I bet."  The words enflamed Michael and he
pushed his hard cock out straight and watched as Cassie teased
and coated the sides with her tongue and then stood up a little
so that her mouth was above his cock, opening wide and taking a
hard plunge downwards, her gag forcing her almost off and then
she again breathed in and held her breathe and plunged as deep as
she could and allowed the cock head to open her throat and ride
on her out stretched tongue; holding it a second and then easing
up and cuddling the meat back down as far as she could, over and
over.  Her face came up once and she sputtered, looking at him,
"OK Daddy, go ahead and fuck my mouth, make me really taste you."
 With that Michael gripped her hair and force fed his turgid rod
hard into her hungry mouth and as he did she let the gag spittle
drool out onto his balls and stomach and over her thick nipples
and stomach as she never flinched back or struggled, only tears
of happiness running from her eyes as she took on her new skill
that pleased HIM and made her so much a needed thing for him, a
thing that he would not want to leave, would want even more as
time passed and as she thought about that, she gripped his ass as
his prick lodged as deep as he could in her throat and held him
tight so that she felt the veins of his cock pulse and twitch on
her tonsils and flexing voice muscles, she wanted to sing to his
cock load and beg it to crme out in her mouth.  She closed her
eyes and hummed as hard as she could and his meat was squeezed
and locked in her throat and started to swell up even thicker so
that his cock head was jammed like a dog cock trapped and knotted
in a bitch, the pulsating hammer of his jizz load pumped hard and
thick as it flowed up from his balls and roared into his shaft,
the veins of his prick capturing him in her throat and not
letting him out as her strong hands fought to keep him in, her
breath coming in shallow gasps in her nose straddled up in his
pubic hairs, his balls fully squashed under her chin as her pink
glossed lips were impaled on his rigid fuck load, a pouty painted
oval of sexual suction.  Her eyes watched him ache as he saw his
whore daughter unmercifully throat and milk him on her knees, her
tits so hard as they swayed on his thighs, her hands working
against his chest and nipples and her eyes looking and begging
for a cum blast to quench her greedy mouth, her pink heels
splayed out behind her, her virgin cunt hole throbbing between
her outstretched parted legs.  He couldn't take it anymore and he
rolled his arms back over his head and jutted hard up into her
inviting mouth hole and let go his rich cum wash and felt it gush
full into her gullet and saw as she hungrily milked as much semen
and cock juice as she could savor, her tongue swirling around in
her mouth, not allowing a bit of his cock out until the jerking
pulsating blasts of cock milk subsided and began to allow his
dick to get less swollen and relax out of her throat and into her
mouth and even then she slurped him back and out as if she may
miss some and then again scooped his deflating balls in her lips
trying to get something more to produce out.  His balls and shaft
were a coating of reddened lip gloss and saliva as his fuck shaft
finally slipped out of Cassie's mouth and she lovingly kissed and
worshipped it with her tongue and hands as he watched her.

As Michael finally came awake, he saw that Cassie was snuggled up
naked next to him.  She was sleeping soundly, her small hand
cupped under his balls, having fallen from around his cock shaft.
 He made a mental note to himself, tomorrow he'd need to take her
to the mall, if she was going to be the "woman" of the house, she
needed to dress like one, at least his and her version of one. 
He planned on buying her a whole wardrobe of slut wear and
come-fuck-me-heels. He wanted her to look her nastiest and that
meant skin tight skimpy outfits that would scream out to others
that she was a fuck doll, a willing wet ripe cum fuck, young and
aching with need and wants. As he snuggled up against Cassie, he
again placed her hand over his growing cock and used his hand to
help her stroke him.  He leaned in and soon was sucking her
turgid nipples erect and then Michael pulled back the covers and
positioned himself as he pulled her young athletic legs open,
tucking his head lower and soon was bathing her hairless sweet
tight cunt open so that he could ease at least one finger in as
he tongued up her clit, he knew that she was ready and that she
eagerly awaited all that her "new" secret brought her.  As his
tongue worked in deeper, he heard a moan and then the familiar
hands in his hair, "Ummmm, thank you Daddy."  She giggled as she
opened up a little wider to accept his wonderful tongue bath, one
of their "new" secrets that never failed to please them both.

				***

Cassie and Michael walked into the mall, and she tugged him into
a shop called Rave, a hip store that catered to young girls,
rather something more than that, a store that specialized in
fashion that was on the edge of MTV and the more subtler side of
porn, some of the sunglasses and types of clothing actually had
sponsors like Metro or Anabolic or Vivid Films which he
recognized as porn distributors.  They went in and Cassie
immediately squeezed hard on his hand as she saw the tiny
minuscule clothing that was hung on rack after rack of thin sheer
small tops, skirts and wisps of panties that were sizes from
extra small to tiny tight as the tags read.  Cassie let go of his
hand and started looking through the assortment, pulling a half
dozen picks as she whirled through the store.  Michael grinned as
he watched her pull down some delicate thin tops and some teeny
small silk skirts, a jumble of thongs, all lace and mesh and
barely more than strips of dangling cloth and Lycra.   He moved
towards the back of the store where they had a small assembled
collection of shoes and accessories.  Cassie sat down and put her
armful of clothes on the chair next to her.  She grabbed a shoe
that was up on a pedestal, a plexiglas upper and a thin 4 inch
heel that raised Cassie's ass and thrust her nubile tits out as
she stood, holding the chair arm to twist her ankle around,
seeing what it looked like on her foot, how it added to her
height and the muscle of her athletic legs.  Her calve flexed and
moved fluidly as she turned slightly, her tight thighs rubbing
together as she leaned sideways.  She asked Michael, "Like these
Daddy, look how good they fit," she smirked at him, "think of how
good they will look as you hold my ankles up and make me all
wet?"  She spoke just so loud so that only they could hear but
Michael heard it like she was screaming it out across the store.


	"Cassie, please try and be...cool."  He did think about the fact
that he would love to spread his daughters legs wide while she
wore the CFM heels and either tongued her out, fingered her up or
shoved his thick hard cock in her fuck hole, it was all he could
think of after last night. 

Cassie stepped out of the shoe and grabbed another pair, a nasty
high pair of suede pink mules that actually lifted her 3 inches
in heel.  "Wait here Daddy; stay right here until I get back." 
She leaned in and groped his cock in his trousers as she kissed
him slightly on the lips.  "Don't waste any Daddy; I am going to
want it when we get home."  Cassie then went back into the
changing rooms and disappeared for ten, fifteen minutes.  

As he stayed in the back, he eyed some of the garments he saw
hanging near the area, he pulled a couple out, one a small pair
of fibrous short shorts, a well sewn gusset in the cunt area and
spreading up towards the ass, but the rest was clearly designed
to show everything.  As he held them he realized that with a
small snip, the gusset would come out and he took down a pair of
tiny tight and put them aside.  He moved to the next rack and saw
a gold lame top that was simply a criss-cross of golden threads
that were well separated, obviously meant to be worn with a bra,
and a small drape of material that was meant to be matching
panties but they had even wider spacing, then down into a furled
thickness as they came into the crotch area.   He added them to
his pile and saw a assortment of waist chains, fine thin gold and
tied and bowed near where they hung near the shallow area of the
stomach and hung down; the ends capped with small clamps.  As he
rummaged through the other racks, a voice startled him, "Mr.
Jennings? Is that you?"  It was a girl, a teen that he had worked
with at a school function that he had volunteered for, but that
was two years ago and she had changed, matured.  

"Oh Avery, it's you, I barely recognized you. " Michael let his
gaze roam over her as she stood there, her sculpted feet wedged
up into 4 inch heels, her legs rising high as her hem barely
covered her taut thighs and slithered up a woolen patterned
skirt, flared out in pleats and her small top tied up in a bow
beneath her firm tits, making them bulge out between the
unbuttoned cleavage of the blouse.  Her lips were cherry red and
rather than seeming vulgar or painted, highlighted the milky
white smoothness of her cheek bones and red hair.  Freckles
spread lightly down from her eyes and washed over her haughty
face.  She leaned up towards him, as she spoke, so that the
creamy full expanse of her tits were clearly on display.  

"I thought I saw you coming in." She smiled adoringly up into his
eyes.  She was definitely grown up, she was just a year ahead of
Cassie but she had fully developed into a incredibly shapely
intensely hot young woman and as she stood there he could see a
fever in her eyes and breathless tone of her voice.  "Are you
here getting something for your wife?" She averted her eyes
slightly and looked across his face and then put her hands behind
her ass and swayed left and right, so that her tits loomed in
front of him, his eyes following the gorgeous bounce of her
nipples as she tossed her hair.  He looked at the small
collection, knowing that the size tiny tight would likely be a
give away but faltering and then speaking up, "Well you know that
it's actually Cassie's mom that mentioned this store, she hinted
I guess and Cassie, well..."  He trailed off and looked at
Avery's red coated lips and now more than imagined those sweet
warm moist wet lips parting and kissing his mouth and over his
cheeks and along his neck and further down, biting slightly his
nipples and dragging down to lick his stomach and unzipping him
as he felt her gorgeous young jugs and teasing her as she
devoured his growing cock shaft on her tongue.  

Avery startled him back.  "I was down here looking for a summer
job, Daddy says that he wants me to learn what it's like having a
job.  I have been trying to get applications and stuff and some
of the managers actually said that they wanted for me to come
back around five of closing and have me talk to them."

"Well I guess that, maybe they, eh want to see how you work out."
 In his mind, he'd love to see how her tight ripe cunt hole may
pulse around his load monster as he was fucking her twat.  Job
they were interested in was a blow job, and he could see why. 
"Dressed like that you definitely have a "leg up", as they say."


"Leg up?" Avery lifted her leg up and tilted her heel on a shoe
step that was near the racks, her skirt settling away and open
showing the tiny V of her puny panties and the top of her thighs
parting. Avery smoothed her palm over her smooth muscled calf
letting him look hard at her pussy separating across her
stretched thin panties. 

Avery perked up and said, "Oh so you are cool with these clothes,
my Dad would get so mad if he thought that I wore these outfits
out, well he kids me about me going out and maybe getting too
much attention, do you think that's what they do?" She turned her
back and leaned achingly wheeled her heel around looking back as
she arched her back to him and her skirt edged up showing the
swell of her ass cheeks below the hem.  "Think I show too much
Mr. Jennings?"  She arched as deep and far as she could so the
skirt came up, her thin lace panties clearly out lining the
bunched moistness of her cunt lips beneath the sheer pouch of her
stretched panties.  Her pussy nearly pulsed as he saw her
yearning to push her ass out to him, make him see her offered
cunt lips and knew that he was dying to feel her up, feel her
ripe offered cunt that she wanted him to take.  She had fingered
to him ever since the school charity fair two years ago, had
secretly wished she was the charity gift that was auctioned up
and that he had been the bidder, she would absolutely love to be
sold to Mr. Jennings, she had no qualms about being his date, his
thing, as she put it, for however he wanted to have her.  Lately
the thought of being bought and paid for had become something of
a exciting wetness for her.  "He doesn't like me even to wear
them around the house put I take them and sometimes wear them
here at the mall.  I mean I am almost seventeen, right?"  She put
her hands on her hips, back arched looking back at him, pulling
her short hem up higher, and smiled. "I am almost a woman; I can
do what I want right?"   

Michael swallowed and murmured a soft yes.  When she kneaded her
eyelashes at him, he spoke up.  "Yes, yes, of course."  She
baldly grinned and smoothed her hand from her hip to her stomach
and eased it along her panty crotch and felt along her moist slit
as he watched.   Then she squeezed her cunt open and closed under
her gossamer lace thong and winked at him as he watched.  Finally
she let her skirt drop and she turned and ran her hand along a
hanging selection of linen mini skirts that hung next to her.  

"Well, I guess I'll ah see...you later, it is good to see you Mr.
Jennings," she ran a long finger along her lips and pretended to
smooth her lip gloss as she looked at his groin as his lumped
cock filled his trousers, half-thick.  She started to turn then
swayed back.  "Oh I almost forgot, I actually was wondering that
maybe you knew some one that I could work with, you know, maybe
an office thing, work filing papers or getting coffee for people,
I can answer phones, I can do real good phone, I mean I always am
on the cell and all everyone thinks I speak OK and can be so
cool."  She again looked at his lumbering throb that had started
in his pants and then again leaned in, slightly adjusting her
gorgeous tits in her skimpy top as he watched.  

Michael nodded and reached in and handed her his card. 
"Tomorrow, call me and I'll have my driver bring you to corporate
and we'll, ummmm, talk.  OK?"  She gushed and kissed him on the
cheek and drilled her erect nipples into his chest as he stood
there throbbing.  It took all his will power to stop from
gripping her ass and start to power fuck Avery but he knew, he
knew that after Cassie, she might be the perfect pass around
pussy pouch he had been searching for, after all, he thought,
there was more than free lunches to lure new clients, clients and
their money.  There was Avery and her spread open eager holes.

Avery turned and tittered so exquisitely on her high heels he
almost wanted to open up and jack off in her wake.  

Ten minutes later Cassie yelled out to him and Michael made his
way back towards the clutter of the changing rooms.  He looked
back and scanned the store but most of the staff was up front and
he went back through.  He saw the door open and the mirror at the
end of the small hall, showed her stepping out.

"How to you like it Daddy?"  She stepped out and when Michael saw
what she was wearing he immediately drew her in his arms and
leaned down kissing her full on the lips and ran his hands under
her apple ass cheeks and stretched them open as he lifted her
towards the thick girth of his cock in his pants.  He began to
rub against her little candy wrapped body and used her body as a
sheath to jack off with.  As he rubbed her against his rod he
became aware that a roving camera had started to whirr quarter
way towards them and he stopped and let her down and then
released her.  "Cassie, hurry, hurry and take these things up, we
need to get to the car."  She smoothed her hand against his hard
cock and jacked it up and down quickly, measuring it and then
turned and raced back and packed up her purchases in a bag and
brought them out.  Michael took the collection he had amassed and
gave them to a uninterested harried clerk at the register, and
put down his credit card.  Pretending to speak into his cell
phone, he watched Cassie approach and put down a slew of more
"outfits" and heels and the clerk started ringing the sale up. 
Finally the credit slip was put out and he scribbled his name
over it and watched as Cassie scooped the whole bundle in her
arms and strode out as he collected his card and still acting
like he was speaking into his cell, he spoke over her shoulder. 
"Cassie, you know what to do don't you baby?"  Cassie only batted
her long lashes back and passed out the mall doors and ran
towards the car and waited as he got in and sat in the seat.

She spread her legs open wide as he started the car and pulled
out.  As they pulled into the middle lane of the freeway, she
allowed HIM to part her cunt, held her lips open for HIM, and saw
her juices leak onto his knuckles as he diddled her offered pussy
and pushed down as he enjoyed himself, looking, driving, looking,
and driving. She wanted to hump and cum but as she neared her
cum, HE licked HIS slick fingers and turned onto the off ramp and
roared towards the estate and laid back, letting her bald fuck
hole be fully available for HIM to enjoy as HE drove into their
parking stall under the estate and she let HIM tongue her mouth
as he got her clit angry and pulsing hot with his rubbing again
and as he broke the kiss she dashed out with the store bag,
storming into the master den and into HIS master bathroom, ready
to prepare herself for HIM.   

Cassie lovingly eased her legs into the tight pants, a pair of
white fishnet bell bottoms that  had a pair of pockets over her
tight small ass cheeks but that spread wide and parted the
fishnet crisscrossed material so that her cunt lips easily showed
and swelled open her fuck lips under them so that her ripe pink
plainly peeked bold through the front of her crotch for HIM, a
teasing cross stitch edging through her pussy lips and bulging
her bald slot outwards, her feet wedged into three inch white
mules, her top, gold pebbled strings hanging from a wrapped
choker so that they shook and excited her tiny nipples and let
them be barely hidden behind the small petals of whispering
clinking of the metal.  She perfumed her face and glossed her
mouth, knowing that his COCK girth would uncouthly fuck her lips
and throat. She moisturized her thighs, tits and tummy so that
they shone and appealed to HIS lustful looks.  Lastly she draped
a pair of long golden earrings on and draped them over her bare
shoulders.  Dripping from the constant itch of her twat she drew
in her breath.  Finally, she turned and heard her heels click
towards the door.

There HE was.  He sat against his broad desk, his arms held back,
holding the edge, his boxers on, the huge lump of cock meat, of
HIS cock meat, jutting up just below the material and she stepped
out and stood allowing HIM, DADDY, to see her as she regarded
herself; HIS play fuck toy, his woman/girl/whore ready for HIS
perversions and prick aroused fantasy and filthy needs.  She knew
that HE adored how she looked and presented herself to HIM.  Her
nipples were hard and tight as she felt HIM wrap HIS fingers over
and between them and tug her forward to HIM.  She felt a thrill
race into her as HE did it, her nipples raw and aching and she
gladly let HIM yank her near HIM.  She was already creaming up
and leaking.  

"I like this Cassie, I like this very much."  He tweaked her
hardened tits around and she felt first the pain, then the sodden
pleasure that flooded her body as HE started to use her, getting
a shuttering rush within as HE was warming to begin their
"ritual" of need and submission, her heart pulsing up as HE
looked at her, seeing her as HIS piece of cunt hole, HIS willing
cum vessel, HIS weak daughter hole that yearned to be his fashion
fuck, HIS groveling glory gape of flesh that ached to be taunted,
teased and treated as HIS personal slut load.  She knew that HE
had her for that very reason and that was her complete plea to
become HIS, she so wanted to be HIS need and possession. 

"You liked this didn't you?"  Michael looked down at her as he
spread apart the curtain of her golden top, squeezing her nipples
in his fingers and twisting them around, seeing the impassioned
look of desire on her young face.  "Ummmm?"   She could barely
make a sound as she relished her fathers fingers mauling her tits
as HE wanted.  She arched her back so that he could pull her tits
out further and harder in his tense manipulation.  

"Do it, yes..." That was all she could get out.  She began to get
weak in the knees as HE twisted her harder in his thumbs and
forefingers.  He skin rippled in goose bumps. 

"Look at me."  She turned her face up and looked at him in a wide
eyed stare of rapture, her glossy lips parted and her proffered
tits fully enthralled at HIM.  "Tease me out Cassie."  He drew
her body down further as he pulled her erect nipples down so that
her mouth hovered over his half hidden cock shaft, peeking out
the flap of his boxers.  Cassie immediately leaned in and mouthed
and jawed at the opening, smelling him and licking at the
curvature of his rod as it pulsed in the gaping opening. 
"Smell's good doesn't it?  You like being a cock whore don't
you?"  She nodded excitingly.  "Being Daddy's cock sucker?"  She
again nodded and tried to feed his cock shaft out.  "Get it baby,
mouth it out, you want to don't you?"  She muttered as she fought
and finally teased his rock hard fuck rod out and freed it,
immediately licking and spitting a sheen over Michael's meat, her
pain shooting across her tits and nipples as she quavered in his
grip and HIS fuck tool free for her to worship.  "Good baby, use
your hands and yank my boxers off, get Daddy unwrapped for your
greedy sluttiness."  Cassie ripped HIS boxers off his legs as
hard and fast as she could; barely leaving HIS turgid cock load
as she began to slurp onto HIM with her parted mouth.  Michael
let go of her tits and she moaned as the pressure eased off and
she worked HIM in her mouth faster, thinking maybe she had
displeased HIM in some way.  She slurped messily at HIM, her
saliva working up and spilling along HIS cock and balls and
draining off down her chin.

She wanted HIM to fuck her, last night was good but now that she
knew that HE was her life, she wanted HIS load and blast of jizz
in her cunt, she knew that was what this had been leading to, HE
had to fuck her and use her like the cock snatch that she was. 
DADDY had been training her to be HIS all this time, HE was made
to fuck her as she was made to allow HIM to fuck her and use her
however HE felt HE wanted, that was what she knew and more than
that, HE knew.  She milked his girth of cock meat and stuffed HIM
in her throat and then jawed down her mouth wide so that every
stroke sunk deeper in her gullet and choked and allowed her to
gag up more spit goop on his steeled fuck wand.   

She knew HE wanted her, wanted her pink cunt and the blast of man
juice was exactly what she wanted to feel deep in her sopping
man-load hole, her DADDY had to want to unleash his cock juice in
her, HE just had to.  She milked him as lovingly and sweetly with
her mouth as she could, again feeling HIS swollen balls to slap
her saliva smeared chin, the red goop of her lip gloss mixing
with her spit and drooling off against her golden chain top,
sagging drippings sliding over the chains and soaking onto her
white fishnet, sparkling tinkles on her glowing spread thighs as
she hunched down on her heels.  "My lovely Cassie cunt, my
perfect private pump doll."  HE humiliated her as she fed on his
cock, looking at HIM as she stuffed her oval mouth around HIS
stalk, HIS gift for her hunger.  As Michael watched his daughter
gobble his cock shaft in her mouth, and then her throat he shoved
his hips forward and allowed his cock head to envelop her wind
pipe and she took a huge inhale in through her nostrils and
allowed him access to her throat and forced herself to relax
around his pulsing dripping cock lubed shaft.  He knew that she
was his, his only sweet daughter that he so longed for was his
for the hidden fantasies he had so shortly ago, thought were
perverse and demeaning, but now knew by looking down at her, that
she wanted and desired as much, if not more, than him.  He wanted
and painfully to unload his rope of cock crme in her mouth right
now, thought nothing more than to have his greedy need fulfilled
in her mouth, but he knew that she, in turn, wanted it as well. 
Her eyes screamed something more and he saw her begging for him
to allow her a exquisite wish, a wish that they were so close to,
were so ready to have; the both of them.

Michael gripped his daughters arms under the armpits and pulled
her suckling mouth off his rigid cock and stood her up as he
knelt and  took his fingers to her hips, sliding down and
violently ripping the thin fishnet cross stitch open over her
bald beckoning cunt lips, freeing her pussy hole for his
devouring tongue and kisses as he gripped her childish ripe ass
cheeks in his spread strong hands.  He dove into her cunt with
his tongue, leaning back and spitting a huge wad on her clit hood
and then using it to stuff his probing tongue and then, his
furtive fingers into her swollen tight hot wet fuck hole that he
now, was assured was his to own and use.  He hear her moan and
gasp as he tongued her clit and pussy canal roughly, one finger
up into her as he lashed her clit, raw and throbbing against his
sucking mouth.  She twisted in his hands, her voice nothing but a
guttural aching moan, her hands shoving and clasping the back of
his head, his hair gripped hard in his hair drawing his face
tight to her pink accepting cunt.  She heard HIM rip the fishnet
hole around her parted cunt open.  She pushed his forehead back,
afraid.  "Daddy don't I want these to last for YOU, I want to
have them for you."  He growled, stuffing his tongue in deep as
he pushed her thighs far back and wide.  

"No I want you to wear them like this, so that your bald cunt is
available to me, so that it is open for me, so I know that I have
access whenever I want it, you want that don't you Cassie, don't
you?"  He furrowed in and again attacked her wet cunt, now open
and peeled, her peach nectar oozing out.  

"Oh fuck Daddy, oh fuck, please..."  She was so full with his
snaking tongue and his hands gripping her hips.  "Please,
please..."

Michael lifted her and laid her out on a ottoman and rammed her
thighs apart and her head draped over the edge.  He quickly moved
around and holding the back of her head up, he fed her his stalk,
seeing her greedily milk him, opening her jaw out and swallowing
HIS prick as deep as her laid out mouth and throat allowed, his
fingers again starting to teak her tits and then gripping her
clit this time and pinching it up, over and over.  "Like that
Daddy bought you that nice slut wear baby, bought you nasty fuck
wear so you can please Daddy?"  He tweaked her clit taut and
watched her nod as she continued slurping him in her lips.  She
was heated up, needy and so ready she groped and arched up to
gobble all along HIS shaft.  "There baby...there you go."  

Michael had enough, and he pulled from her mouth and swung her
around on the ottoman and grabbed her mules in both his hands and
spread her as far as her legs let him, she feeling the ache in
her thighs sighed back as he wrapped his hand around his pulsing
cock and slapped her slit hard, again and again.    His cock was
as fat and hard as he felt it in years and he looked at her hole,
gushing wet and presented to him like a firm moist invitation. 
He waited as she looked and then pushed forward, as he did she
held her head up watching, and he loaded in his thick cockhead
just past her pussy lips, and then held back less than a heart
beat and then shoved hard into her, feeling the gauzy membrane
push back and he felt a chill cascade over his arms and face.  He
pulled away and, while still in her, looked.

"Cassie, tell Daddy what you want, tell me."   He saw the anguish
on her face and then she stretched her legs farther and put her
hands over her thighs to open wide.  Michael rammed in and in a
minute her womb broke and she let out a howl of pain but he
didn't pause, only leaned in and started to kiss her deep with
his tongue as his dick slammed in and out and soon he was hard
fucking his fuck doll daughter and she was running her hands in
his hair as he started to fuck her deep and full.

Her words were lost in her mouth as she kissed him and allowed
him to abuse her virgin cunt, actually starting to glide with his
strokes and luxuriating in the precious feel of HIS cock moving
hard in her.  She cried into his shoulder as HE fucked her like a
whore, like a painted piece of cheap cunt meat she was, like a
cum bucket that she was to her father, willing and glad and happy
that HE had finally found her for HIS personal perverse pleasure.
 She bucked against him, his mouth biting her tits hard, his
hands gripping her ass cheeks apart under her nasty lace pants,
his sweat dripping on her and anointing her until later he felt
the tight ring of her hole quiver and his balls jerked and jizz
cum came up and spilled in her womb. At least a half hour passed
and she had no thought until she woke to find him rubbing the
blood and cum off her thighs as she lay in HIS bed afterward with
a warm wash rag.  She drifted and soon felt him return and join
her, cuddling deep into her as she started to sleep, his strong
aroma and hands swirling over her tingling body.  

In the morning she snuck out of HIS bed and went to her room,
anxious to try on her new outfits, knowing that she was HIS model
twat, and was eager to surprise him, knowing that her body no
matter how it was wrapped, would always be HIS candied fuck doll
and that made her smile and leak as she started to pull the first
pair of thongs on.    





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