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MORE THAN A MISTRESS (Mf, cons, young teen)
BY PINKDICK
Nick imagined himself going down off the stage. Striding to her. Taking
her in his arms. Ripping her red dress in shreds with his powerful
hands. No words, no niceties, just pure and simple mingling and mating
of the body.
It would be lovely, taking his clothes off in the full view of all these
society women gathered around. Laying the woman down on the floor with
all the care of carrying a precious piece of china. Parting her slender
legs apart, making her gasp as his finger enter her sweet and wet sheath
with his probing fingers. Closing her delicate lips with his own,
sucking the honey out of her mouth. Trailing his lips down her neck, on
the peaked nipples, down under the arch of her tits, on to the indented
navel, swirling his tongue over the silky smooth skin of her belly
convulsing under his hot tongue. Going further down on to the core of
her womanhood.
It would be heavenly, parting the petals of her delicate cunt to open up
the pink tunnel of love, hot and moist from the heat aroused by his hot
and humid touch, and looking at the delicate hard nub of flesh,
throbbing under his intense gaze, making her squirm in anticipated
declaration of lust with his probing tongue. Holding her by the knees,
bending over his body and burying himself deep inside her in one single
powerful lunge of his hip, making her shudder as his cockhead slap on to
the inviting portal of her womb and spurting his thick seeds deep within
the folds of her delicate cunt.
Oh, hell. He was standing in front of hundreds of people, mostly women,
mad with lust to get their hands over the choicest bit of man-meat made
available to them in the name of charity; thinking of things that could
bring a man, specifically a boy of seventeen who had shot up to fame
from the gutter of the society, public humiliation. Stop it, Nick told
himself fiercely sensing his pre-cum ooze out of his thick throbbing
cock and wetting his underwear. It would be a shame if anyone could see
a dark wet patch appearing in front of his pants. He thought of the cold
showers but his mind drifted to the incident before his appearance on
this blasted stage.
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Nick Lord stood in the wings of the improvised stage at Hotel Rainbow,
his jaw clenched tight with defiance, waiting to be auctioned to the
highest bidder. "It's a hellish thing to do," he mumbled at no one in
particular. Nick was the new soccer sensation. Another Maradona in the
making. The premier clubs of Italy and Spain touted for him but he had
refused to join them, preferring to be in his own country. Now he is the
highest paid soccer player in the country. At the age of seventeen he
was one of the richest soccer player.
Nick ran his fingers through his hair, then smoothed his hand down the
lapel of his tux. He couldn't see the crowd in the elegant ballroom but
could damn well hear it. Every feminine hoot, whistle and catcall. This
was the crème de la crème of the society, he was told. May be so. But
they sure sounded pretty down and dirty from where Nick stood. It was
even dirtier than the ghetto where from he came up.
"What'm-I-bid, what'm-I-bid, ladies, c'mon, c'mon," the auctioneer's
voice oozed from the loudspeakers like honey from a comb on a hot Texas
day. "C'mon, don't be shy, don't hold back. Win the man of your dreams
for the weekend," he droned wheedling at the gathering.
Shy? Nick snorted. Based on what he'd been hearing for the past hour,
the women gathered in the ballroom were about as shy as a school of
piranha, and about as gentle in making their wants known. 'Their maw
must be open to the extreme and snapping to gobble up the man meat that
was being auctioned off,' Nick thought. His lips curled in a smile as he
thought of all those drooling toothless maws hidden under the laces and
frills. At seventeen he was the youngest of the bunch of 'Bachelors for
bucks' parading the stage. They cheered, they laughed, they hooted and
hollered until the gavel came down, then they applauded and whistled as
a jubilant female took out the last man. Then they started all over again.
Nick looked at the woman, Peggy-with-the-big-boobs, who had introduced
herself as the 'slave-mistress,' push the next man out on the stage.
Nick was the last one and now stood alone with the elderly
slave-mistress. Peggy was a liitle above fifty with a body that could
pass for thirty with huge tits and tight ass. He had watched her ass
wobble as she had walked around the room. She was a flirt of first
order, leaving not a single chance to touch and fondle the men called
'Bachelors for Bucks'. They should have been called 'Studs for the
sexually deprived', Nick thought sourly. He had spied the slave mistress
put her hands between the legs of the men in the room and caress their
bulge, must be to get them ready for the auction of their prime meat.
Now she turned her twin headlights at his direction and almost slithered
on top him. Her soft tits touched him and pressed down. Nick was always
horny and this was a sure thing to get his cock up and away. He felt the
boner begin to take form. The girl wiggled her enormous tits on to his
chest and sidled around.
"Your turn next, cowboy," she purred.
Nick jerked his eye up from the tit-flesh he was eyeing at the husky
sound of her voice. "Great," he said stiffly "The sooner we get this
over, the better."
"Want me to take a peek at the house? Tell you who hasn't bought herself
a hunk yet and looks as if she might be willing to pay a decent price
for you?" She asked.
"It's unimportant," Nick answered with dignity and the woman laughed.
Her boobs jiggling at him. Nick felt his cock tighten within the confine
of his boxer shorts and wanted to stop the woman from laughing by
cramming his thick cock down her throat. He gritted his teeth. He was in
no mood to laugh, he was conned to get into this fiasco. He was conned
by the coach and his senior colleagues in the team.
"Move over, and let me look," the woman, another piranha with a drooling
maw without teeth, said.
"Look, look where?"
"There is a tiny crack, right here," she slipped by his side to stand
just in front of him, brushing his big bulge with her hand. Her hand
stilled at the feel of the thick cock underneath and her eyes widened
with surprise at the feel of the huge size of his hard cock. Then she
smiled and bent down to put her eye in the wall to look through the crack.
Her dress stretched across her broad ass as she pushed it back on to
Nick's bulge. Nick felt highly excited as his shaft got into the crease
of her fleshy ass-cheeks. He couldn't resist pushing in.
Nick felt her ass-cheeks clamp around his thick and robust shaft through
the layers of her clothes. Nick felt his face get warmed as his cock
throbbed with the need of putting it down a hot little tight hole.
The woman wiggled her butt. "Nobody is going to come in, cowboy. You can
very well cum in," the woman giggled at her own pun and looked at him
over her shoulder and in a flash her skirt was above her waist and the
panty down near to her knees. Nick looked at the brownish rose-hole wink
up at him.
He lost all his resolve of detachment and the teenage hormones roared
into play. Nick fumbled with his fly and took his already hard and ready
cock out.
As Nick's cock stood erect in the open he pushed a finger up the eager
cunt undulating in front of him and found it creaming with juices. The
woman begged him to hurry and fuck her hard as the feeling of desire
shot higher and higher through her body. Nick had the longest and
thickest cock in his team and it was well loved by the girls who had
engulfed his gigantic tool in their cunt. "Hooo…hooo… hurrrr…" the
slave-mistress cried as the thick cockhead entered her cunt. It
stretched the matured pussy to the limit. The feeling of that cock just
entering her hole drove her wild and the woman pushed her ass back so
hard that Nick had to grip one of her clothes-covered tits painfully
hard to stop himself from getting unseated. Nick shoved his entire
length in to tight hole and looked at the connecting door with worried
eyes. But that didn't stop him from fucking the bent woman hard. He was
pushing in to her cunt so hard that her head struck on the wall repeatedly.
"My God," he moaned over and over as the woman shoved back on to his
cock and clenched her pussy around his thick throbbing cock. Peggy, the
slave mistress gurgled in her throat with suppressed moan as she felt
the thick shaft slide its full length again and again in to her juicy
slit. Her little hole ached and throbbed around him. She slid her hips,
rotating them wildly as she brought her hand between her thighs and
fingered her erect clit. She wriggled and pushed and let the thrill of
the cock's thick friction make her crazy. Peggy's cunt clenched over the
thick shaft and she pushed her ass back taking his entire length in to
her cunt, making his stiff curly hairs kiss her spasming asshole.
The contracting hole sent a surge of passion through Nick's body and he
started to fuck the dripping cunt of the woman who could very well have
been his grandmother. His cockhead slapped on to her cervix again and
again and Peggy went wild over the ravaging cock. She pushed back,
pulled out and pushed in her contracting hole on the cock and with a
piercing, whistling cry came on to his cock. She came too quick, little
shocks of electricity running up and down her juicing cunt hole as she
fingered her clit with passion. Nick wrapped his hands around her
hanging boobs and took her nipples in between his fingers to pinch them
hard. Peggy rhythmically ground her pelvis back on to him and moan with
pleasure.
Nick kept his throbbing cock deep inside her spasming cunt all the while
Peggy writhed all over the place, impaled on his mammoth bar of flesh.
Once the wave of cum subsided he began to fuck the cunt again. But the
old lady had lost her grip on the cock. It was now a loose bunch of
folds taking his cock in and out of her hot hole. Nick missed the grip
and the friction of the hot flesh on his cock. His body was crying out
for a tighter hold. Nick looked at the inviting rose-hole and in a lash
he took his thick cock out of her loose cunt. Peggy moaned in protest as
she felt the thick shaft slid out of her cunt. But she began to whimper
the moment she felt the thick cockhead nudge her asshole.
Nick's thick pussy-juice coated cockhead pushed on to the tight
sphincter of the old lady. Breath whooshed out of her throat as the hard
cock flesh aided by the strong pelvic muscles of the young sportsman set
aside any resistance and burned its way in to the deep dark hole. Peggy
felt her bowels pushed inside her tummy filling the voids like never
before. She thought of her young grandson and decided to woo him to get
her fucked. He was nowhere as big as this man but for a good ass-fuck
his cock would be good enough.
The cock was too big for her matured ass but it sent waves of sensation
as it went deep inside her rectum. Peggy feels the sharp pain as the
thick cock pushes its way up her tiny puckered hole. She was not a
regular in this route but it was real good the way she was handled,
roughly without any regard to her comfort but only for the pleasure of
the thick shaft that was going deeper in to her ass. Another cry tries
to breakout of her lips and she bit her lips hard to stop from crying
out in pain. Peggy relaxed her ass and wiggled it around to get the
angle of penetration right.
The movement must have annoyed the young athlete and Peggy feels a sharp
pang on her broad fleshy ass as she was slapped hard on to her
undulating ass. 'Oh, my god. He is only a boy, fit to be my grandson.'
she thought and Peggy moaned as felt overjoyed by the situation. She was
being dominated by a boy, at the age of fifty and her cunt gushed
another volley of juice at the slap. Her lips opened to beg the boy
trying to shove his thick shaft full in to her asshole. "Fuck me cowboy,
fuck gran-momma in the ass, slap me, bit me and cum in my ass," Peggy
gurgles as she pushes her ass back on to his cock.
Nick looks down at the ass and raised his hand for another slap. His
other hand went under her belly and he takes her curly cunt-hairs
tightly into his fist. His raised hand came down on to the fleshy ass
with a resounding slap and bounces back to come down again and again.
Nick pushes his cock till his balls rests over her gushing cunt. He left
the cock deep inside her ass and he slapped her ass with merry abandon.
His fist tugged on to the thatch of her pubic hair, his middle finger
searched and found the clit to rub the hard nub down within the folds of
her juice-bleeding cunt.
Nick pumped himself in and out of the tight asshole, slowly at first,
pushing the red-tipped head of his cock all the way into the darkest
depth of her ass, before pulling it all the way out again to look at his
cockhead peek out of the brown sphincter.
His grip tightened on to her pubic mound as he forces his long middle
finger in to the juice covered slick pussy tunnel. He bent over the
elderly woman grabbing her hanging tit hard. He squeezed it as hard as
possible and felt her cunt spasming on to his finger as pain shoot
through the hapless body of the woman. His hand went to grip her wildly
head by her hairs and bent her body back.
Peggy arched her back as she was pulled by the hair. Her eyes bulges out
of the sockets at the sharp pain. But the pain exhilarated her. She was
never treated rough in her life but found it too erotic. Peggy once
again found her cunt spasm as the lips of Nick Lord came down hard on to
her lips, took them into his mouth and bit on to the soft yielding
flesh. She began to have a multiple orgasm as the pain in her battered
body rose higher and higher. Peggy felt the taste of blood on her tongue.
Nick felt the puckered hole clamp on to his thick shaft. He moved his
hand on to the bulged out tit flesh of the older woman and squeezed it
hard. His other hand cupped around the curve of her fleshy cunt-mound
and he pushed all the four of his fingers in to the loose slit of the
wobbling cunt. He felt Peggy gasp within his mouth. He felt ecstatic as
the woman's body surrendered under his rough treatment.
It was a new height of sexual pleasure for Nick as he treated the
society lady like a common slut on the street. His thumb rubbed her
erect clit as his fingers dug deep in to her stretched cunt. He moved
his fingers furiously in the gasping cunt and thrashed her asshole with
his thick throbbing cock shaft.
Suddenly he stiffened and his cock bulged within the ass. One vigorous
thrust in the tight shit-chute and he came. Shooting thin stream of cum
right up inside her bowels. The cockhead throbbed and deluged the ass
with hot cream of his cock. Nick shoves Peggy away and his plump cock
comes out of the tight almost unused asshole with a plop. With the other
hand he pulls Peggy's gasping face on to his spurting cock.
He forces the head and the shaft down her throat in one swift shove,
gagging Peggy. He pushes her face down on to his corded abdomen hard
smashing her nose on to the hard muscles, bending it out of shape, and
cutting the air from her lung completely. Peggy thrashed around the
floor as she felt breathless and the cum spurted deep within her tummy.
Slowly Nick released the pressure, allowing her to breath.
"Suck the cock clean, you filthy cunt," Nick ordered her.
Peggy slowly cleaned the cock off all the juices that had covered the
thick shaft including the particles that had come out of her ass.
Peggy looks up at the young man as she completes her task and smiled.
"That was very nice cowboy," she said huskily, the throat still raw from
the treatment it had received from that young thick dick.
"Ah, Slave Mistress, You have my heartfelt gratitude. To hell with the
city and my reputation," Nick told the dazed woman and stood up in front
of the kneeling woman.
"Huh?" Peggy looked blank.
"Never mind," he told her curtly. His hand went to her breast and
gripped one of her nipple along with the cloth that covered it. Peggy
was braless and Nick pinched the nipple hard and tugged her up to stand
in front of him. "Too bad you're not there bidding, you filthy whore.
I'd have loved to have you for the weekend," Nick said as his other hand
went to grab her hairy cunt for the last time.
Peggy blushed like a schoolgirl at the blatant invitation and pulled
herself away from the intruding finger. She pulled her panty up, wiggled
her skirt back into position, then bent down to look through the crack.
"Oh… oh… what she is doing here?" she whispered in an anxious voice.
"Who?" Nick was curious.
"My niece, the blue eyed blonde who just walked in. Oh, I hate her on
sight. She has all, great hair, great face, great bod but an ice
princess. I hate her. But…" Peggy whispered with violent emotion.
Then she steadied herself and looked back to Nick. "Never mind. You'll
do lots better than me," she said as the gavel sounded and they heard
the roar of the crowd. Peggy pushed him on to the stage with a gentle
shove and a wan smile on her face.
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All correct. Peggy-the-slut had said her niece was a blue-eyed-blonde,
had great hair, a great face and great body. And all wrong because those
words didn't come anywhere close to describing the real woman. She
looked like a sixteen but the proud tilt of her head said she was in her
late twenties at the least. And she was no bimbo.
Her hair was a cascade of silk, the color of ripening wheat, her eyes
the color of Texas bluebells. Her face was a perfect oval, with those
incredible blue eyes darkly lashed and wide-set under slender, arched
brows. She had a proud, straight nose, a sexy indentation above her
mouth… Oh, that mouth. The full upper lip. The softly curved lower one.
It was a mouth for kissing.
His gaze dropped lower, to the tanned shoulders left bare by a
halter-necked dress the color of garnets, to the generous curves lift of
her breasts, the slender waist and rounded hips flaring at the side a
back in a wide symmetrical curve. Her skirt ended mid-thigh, revealing a
long length of shapely leg. Nick's blood hummed in his ears.
He wanted her. Wanted her with a primal need and desire that surpassed
anything he'd ever known. Not even the first fuck he had at the age of
seven when his teacher took him inside the toilet and sucked on to his
throbbing over-sized dick. He had shuddered in ecstasy when Miss
Thornton had pulled his cock out and blew her hot breath on to it.
But that was nothing compared what was happening to him. Not even the
feeling of dominating Peggy was anything near to what he was feeling
now. He wanted to kiss that mouth, caress that gorgeous pair of tits
naked and hot under his palm. He wanted to put his hand between her long
legs and trace the contour of her fleshy cunt. He wanted to delve deep
in to the juicy depth of her pussy with his tongue and suck as she lay
shuddering under his probing mouth.
He wanted to melt the coldness that clung to her like an invisible
sheath of ice. What Peggy had called her, 'the ice princess?' Nick could
see that in her posture. In the way she didn't blink when she looked
back and his eyes met hers. It was evident in the defiant lift of her
chin. Nick felt his flaccid cock stir within the folds of his pants and
he smiled at the woman mentally willing her to bid for him, he wanted
her to be the owner for the weekend.
He knew she could see the frank, sexually sizzling appraisal in his gaze
- and that it didn't matter a damn to her. Look all you like, she seemed
to say, but don't be foolish enough to think you can have what you see.
Nick felt his entire body tighten, at the implicit challenge that came
in waves towards him. The sounds of the cheering women, the drone of the
auctioneer, faded to a dull roar.
Nick imagined himself going down off the stage. Striding to her. Taking
her in his arms. Ripping her red dress in shreds with his powerful
hands. No words, no niceties, just pure and simple mingling and mating
of the body.
Taking his clothes off in the full view of all these society women
gathered around. Laying the woman down on the floor with all the care of
carrying a precious piece of china. Parting her slender legs apart,
making her gasp as his finger enter her sweet and wet sheath with his
probing fingers. Closing her delicate lips with his own, sucking the
honey out of her mouth. Trailing his lips down her neck, on the peaked
nipples, down under the arch of her tits, on to the indented navel,
swirling his tongue over the silky smooth skin of her belly convulsing
under his hot tongue. Going further down on to the core of her womanhood.
Parting the petals of her delicate cunt to open up the pink tunnel of
love, hot and moist from the heat, and looking at the delicate hard nub
of flesh, throbbing under his intense gaze, making her squirm in
anticipated declaration of lust with his probing tongue. Holding her by
the knees, bending over his body and burying himself deep inside her in
one single powerful lunge of his hip, making her shudder as his cockhead
slap on to the inviting portal of her womb and spurting his thick seeds
deep within the folds of her delicate cunt.
"I have five thousand," the auctioneers shout brought him back to the
reality with a start. Nick forced himself to focus on the delighted
faces of the crowd. "Do I hear six?" he heard the auctioneer crow in glee.
"Six," the lady in the front yelled.
Nick fixed his attention on her. He flashed a sexy smile. She squealed.
He turned his back to the audience, looked over his shoulder and
pretended he was going to slip his jacket off.
The crowd whooped and cheered.
"Six-five," a brunette shouted. Nick turned and blew her a kiss. He
didn't need the ice princess. He had a trio of women in a frenzied
bidding war over him and there was that matured cunt, Peggy. He could
very well get her to be his sex-slave. What more could a guy ask?
"Seven," a stunning redhead said.
"Hey," he shouted, "I'm worth a lot more than that!"
The crowd stamped its well-shod feet in approval. The brunette laughed,
and another redhead shot to her feet. "Seven-five," she called, and
everybody cheered and applauded.
Nick grinned. At the least he was going to win the bet. He was going at
the highest price. The highest was five till then.
"I'm worth more than that too," he yelled. The crowd loved it.
"Eight," the lady in the front said.
"Eight five," the brunette shouted.
"Nine!"
Nick laughed. The evening he'd dreaded was turning out to be fun. One
more glance at the blonde, that was all, before the gavel swung down.
Not that it mattered. He'd probably overestimated her looks. If she'd
walked farther into the room so that she was closer to the stage, he'd
have seen her flaws.
What flaws?
She had come closer, while the bidding was raging. She was almost at the
stage and Dear God, she wasn't beautiful, she was spectacular. And she
was looking at him. Her expression was difficult to read. Interested,
yes, but it seemed….
Nick's hand knotted at his sides as the woman turned swiftly and started
back the aisle. Who this babe think she was, to check him out and then
walk away? Turn around, Nick thought furiously, turn around.
The woman's pace increased. Nick took a step forward. To hell with the
auction.
"Nine Thousand," the auctioneer shouted, and the crowd roared. "Nine
thousand once… Nine thousand twice…"
"Ten," the brunette screamed.
The blonde stopped. That's it, baby. Nick thought. Turn around, look at me.
And that she did. Her eyes met his. Their gazes locked, and held. For
one breathless moment, there was no one else in the room, no one else in
the universe. It was only them. Nick and the blonde woman.
She knew it, too.
Nick saw her acknowledge it as he eyes widened, saw the impact of the
understanding in the sudden, rapid rise and fall of her magnificent
boobs under her slinky red dress. The tip of her tongue -a pale, silken
pink - slipped over her soft-looking mouth. Nick felt sick, thinking of
the same tongue swirling over his angry red cockhead. He felt his
abdominal muscles clench tightly and his cock throb.
Nick's eyes bored into hers. Do it, he willed, do it, damn you, do it…
"Going once," the auctioneer said, "to the lady at the table three, for
ten thousand dollars. Going twice, Going…"
"Twenty thousand dollars."
The crowd gasped. Every head swiveled toward the woman with the blonde
hair. Even the auctioneer leaned forward.
"Would you repeat your bid, madam, please?"
The woman took a deep breath. Nick thought he saw her tremble but he
knew he must have been mistaken, because when she spoke again, her voice
was cool, controlled, and touched with something that bordered on amusement.
"I said, I bid twenty thousand dollars."
Bang went the gavel. "Sold," the auctioneer said, triumphantly, "to the
lady in red."
And the crowd in the ballroom of the Hotel Rainbow went wild.
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The bang of the gavel echoed through the ballroom, but it was not as
loud as the sudden thump of Blanche Quicksilver's heart.
"Sold," the auctioneer shouted, "to the lady in red."
The lady in red, she thought numbly.
Blanche thought, for an instant, her legs would buckle. She bowed her
head and gripped the chair in front of her. She'd come here to have a
look and now she had bought her a man. A man, no a boy, named Nick Lord.
A stud named Nick Lord, a little voice inside her head said coldly. The
man on the stage was every inch a stud, if looks and attitude were
anything to go by. Why on earth she had done something so stupid?
Blanche sucked in her breath.
It's that attitude of the man. With the tilt of his chin, the piercing
look of his eyes, he reminded her of her father and Blanche felt faint.
Dad is dead and why then his shadow should haunt her? Her mind reeled
and went back to her childhood.
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Blanche sat on the edge of the small bed waiting for her father. She was
alone in the attic, and was shivering from cold. She had woken up from a
troubled sleep in this windowless room with white-painted walls. Aunt
Peggy had sent her up over here as a punishment and she was waiting for
her father to arrive. And if her aunt Peggy to be believed she was about
to be used as a sex-toy by him. Her lips quivered as she sobbed quietly
in anticipation. But she didn't believe her. Dad loved her and he would
never hurt her.
Aunt Peggy had brought her eight-year-old daughter Becky and without any
ceremony had exposed her naked ass to the eyes of Blanche by lifting it
over her back. It was marked with red welts and had told Blanche that it
was given to her by her brother because Becky had refused to take his
thick cock up her asshole. Aunt Peggy had laughed when Blanche had
gasped in shock at the sight of the tortured ass. "Now you too would be
in the same boat like your cousins. I've already talked to your father
and he agreed not to spare you any more. Now you can have ample cock in
your cunt and ass to fill it up," Peggy had smirked with the last word.
Then Blanche was bundled and brought down to this room in the attic.
Blanche was a pretty girl and aunt Peggy said she looked just like Nicky
Anderson, though she didn't have any idea who she is. She was not
supposed to know the name of the pretty blonde porn star. Blanche had a
broad and curved ass, she was proud of. She had watched elder boys look
at it and drool. But she was not so happy with her small tits. It was
not that big, even Becky had a bigger pair of tits. She only had a small
puffy little mound with pink tipped nipples.
Her young life had been filled with tragedy, her mother had died when
she was thrown over by a new colt she was trying to break before she
entered first grade. Dad had brought in aunt Peggy to look after her, as
he was busy with his business empire. Aunt Peggy came with her three
daughters all between five to eight year olds. Little did she know that
her father had brought in aunt Peggy, his youngest sister just to warm
his bed. He was interested in young girls and that too was satisfied as
he fucked the two little nieces in front of their mother with her direct
encouragement and involvement. And thus held an enormous power over her
father. Peggy had made Blanche's life miserable. She was punished for
mere infringements.
Like today, She was found with her finger in the cunt. Blanche was told
in the school that it's feels real funny when the cunt is caressed with
a finger. The name cunt also was new to her, Melanie told her all this.
Melanie's elder sister had shown her and Melanie had loved the way she
felt. She was really excited about her new discovery and had shared it
with Blanche. So Blanche tried to find out how it feels to have her
finger in her cunt. It really felt good. It was so cool to have her
finger inside her cunt; but it had pained a little too when she had
tried to put the finger deeper in to her cunt. Blanche felt the need of
an elder sister who could have shown her the ways. But she had forgotten
to close the door and aunt Peggy caught her with her finger inside her
cunt. Aunt Peggy had put her down in to this room in the attic. She
never knew such a place existed in their homestead.
Blanche noticed one wooden bench a little further away on another side.
It was of a peculiar shape. Rounded on the top standing on four stout
legs. There were straps hanging from the legs and Blanche shivered in
anticipation. She could visualize the purpose for which this would be
used. She had seen boys put on to the lap and spanked. This bench could
very well be used instead of a lap. She shivered as a cold dread passed
through her body. Blanche looked around and saw a big mirror fixed on
the wall. There was a light fixture over it and that one lighted the
room. Blanche could see herself seating on the bed in the mirror.
Unknown to Blanche, her father, Mike was watching his daughter sitting
straight up on the bed through that one-way mirror that was fixed only
for that purpose. He was sitting on a chair. Peggy sat between his legs,
her big boobs brushing his legs as her head bobbed on his thick cock
shaft. Becky and Sandy were sitting on the arms of the chair on either
side of him. Mike had their small tits cupped in his hands. Sandy was
only five, but her tits were bigger to Blanche. But he liked small and
firm tits. Mike was really proud of his daughter's figure, he thought as
he watched her sitting on the bed.
He wanted to get into the room and take her in to his arms. He loved
her, no doubt; but he was excited beyond measure now. He was excited
with the prospect of ravishing that sweet delectable body of his
daughter. He wanted to get in but decided to wait a little more.
Peggy had told him about her masturbating in the bathroom. That itself
was not a punishable thing. But you don't have to find causes to punish
somebody. His cock throbbed within Peggy's mouth as he looked at
Blanche. Mike had never thought of looking at his own daughter for his
pleasures. The thought had never occurred to him. He was not aware of
her getting as old as this to be curious about her sexuality. Peggy was
right. If a girl is to know about sex, the first one to let her know
about it should be the father. That way they learn from a young age and
that too not from a stranger. To Mike pleasure in sex was less from the
actual act of sex but more from looking at the helpless shivering body
of the female cowering down in front of him. Obeying him without any
question. He loved to see their body quake in fear. The younger they
are, more pleasurable the sensation. It was the panic in their eyes,
when they see him that gave the maximum pleasure. So He decided to let
Blanche sit for a little while and wait. The anticipation of being
punished would create panic and panic gives rise to control.
He smiled as he watched her, sitting cool and composed alone in the
room. She's strong, he thought, but still a little girl, his own little
girl and it would really be a pleasure to breach her tight little holes.
He thought her slight body quiver under him in fear. Her tight little
asshole throbbing around his cock as she tremble with fear. His hands
tightened over the tiny little tits of his niece as flash of excitement
spiked through his body. Becky and Sandy cried out in pain and his
excitement grew to a higher level. He looked at his sister. Peggy smiled
at him looking up at him fondly. She loved to see her daughters being
fucked and punished by her brother. Sex and abuse she enjoyed, and would
have loved to see them killed with his bare hands, but he liked little
girls too much to kill them.
Blanche looked up as the door opened at last and her father stepped in.
She shot up from the bed and stepped towards her father, her mouth
widened in a smile. Blanche was shocked as she heard her father order
her to stop moving in a hoarse voice. Her smile lost its shine. She
could see he was highly excited; his face florid and eyes red. The
strong smell of alcohol wafted to her nose. Blanche resigned to her fate
as she watched the look of greed and desire on the face of her father.
She saw with her peripheral vision, her aunt peek in to the room.
Blanche stood transfixed at the harsh voice of her father and her mind
registered the movements of her cousins by her aunt's side, looking into
the room with curiosity. Slowly Peggy closed the door as Mike advanced
in to the room.
Blanche had stopped in mid stride and now stood motionless. Something
inside her warned her not to provoke her father. The man looked like her
father, but there was a sea change in his attitude. Now she could
believe in aunt Peggy's words. She knew she was going to be punished.
And punished severely. But was she going to be used as a fuck-toy? Like
a girl not having any say the way she is going to be used? And that too
by her father? Her heartbeat increased but she tried to keep her cool.
Her legs trembled.
Blanche had imagined that everything was going to be all right the
moment her father stepped in, but it was not going to be so. It was not
going to be a loving reunion between a father and a daughter after a few
days absence. Blanche looked straight at her father's glowing eyes,
glowing with lust and she shivered with the intensity shown in them.
Mike walked into the room and stood in front of his daughter. Blanche's
lips trembled and eyes filled with tears. She looked up at him and
whispered uncertainly, "dad?" Stars cascaded in front of her eyes as her
father's thick palm came down hard on to her cheek. Blanche reeled from
the power of the slap and sat down on the bed. She looked up to her
father. She was never been hurt before, never even been touched harshly
by her father except in his loving embraces and the slap on the face, so
hard, so cruel, came as a complete shock to her. She looked up through
the mist of pain and saw her father looking at her with a curious
crooked smile on his lips. Her head was in the level of his pajama
bottom, the only garment he was wearing and saw a stirring movement
inside the loose folds. 'He is getting excited by slapping me,' Blanche
thought dazedly.
"You are going to speak only when you are spoken to, my dear daughter.
You are going to stand still unless you are told to do otherwise. You do
exactly what I say and nothing more. And when you displease me, you are
going to be punished. Do you understand that?" Blanche nodded her head
and screamed in pain. Her father had his blonde hairs in a swift and
cruel grip. "You are to answer with 'Yes dad,' whenever I talk to you,"
she was told.
Mike was overjoyed as he watched his daughter's eyes change its
expressions. From joy and elation to uncertainty, from there to shocked
disbelief, then further to fear. He never thought he would feel so
excited, looking down at his daughter's trembling figure. He loved her
no doubt but at his own terms and that rested on complete obedience.
He cursed himself for not taking his daughter in to his hands before. He
wouldn't have required Peggy and her daughters if he had. But thank god,
it was Peggy who showed him the way. Her motive is different and being
an astute businessman it was not difficult for Mike to get deep in to
his sister's mind. His mind filled with love for his daughter.
Blanche was startled as his voice changed at the next moment and he
asked in that sweet caressing voice she was used to, "Are you hurt, baby?"
She was startled but remembered to reply, "yes dad," in a subdued voice.
She didn't want to invite punishment unnecessarily. And that was sure to
come if she doesn't do as her father commands. The sight of her cousin's
battered and bruised ass was good enough for her. And now she believed,
she was going to be really punished if she does anything to annoy her
father. Her throbbing cheek was a great reminder. It's better to be a
fuck toy and remain unharmed than to get battered and bruised to keep
your head high. She would have her chance someday.
Her father again smiled in appreciation at her control. Mike was getting
ready to slap her once again. She would forget to reply, he was sure. He
felt a little disappointed but there was a tiny part in his mind that
respected his daughter's control on her emotions. She was startled but
that didn't stop her from obeying. Mike told her to turn slowly. Blanche
pirouetted slowly, ever so slowly. Mike extended his hand and stopped
her movement. He placed his hand on her back and slowly brought it down
to cup both her broad ass. Mike squeezed the soft cheeks; his cock
sprang within his pajama bottom, the soft cloth whispered against her
body as he drew his daughter closer to his body.
Her hands clenched in to a fist but didn't move. They remained still at
her side as Mike traced her ass-cleft with his finger. He spread her
ass-cheeks apart with her palm and placed the finger on her tiny
rosebud. Blanche tensed as she felt the finger pressed on to her tight
rectal opening. Mike slipped his finger inside and felt his daughter
relaxed her muscles for easier entry. He smiled again. Mike moved his
finger a few times within her tight asshole and took it out. He heard
his daughter expel her breath. He once again smiled and put his thumb on
to her still throbbing rosebud. The brown little hole yielded under
pressure. He moved his middle finger through her thighs and slowly
inserted it in to her cunt. He heard Blanche take a deep breath, her
thighs trembled and the tiny cunt gripped on to his finger. It was
tight, so very tight that it was difficult to penetrate the hot core of
her girlhood. Mike felt his finger get wet as his daughter's cunt
started to get wet around his probing finger.
Mike drew Blanche closer to his body and his cock brushed on her rounded
ass through the pajama bottom. He felt her flinch from the sudden touch
of his throbbing flesh. Mike hardened further; it was almost a pain not
to feel her hot ass on his bare cock. "Bring your hands back and open my
pajama, Blanche," Mike whispered. Blanche stiffened as she heard her
father. She was disgusted but determined too, she was not going to give
her father the pleasure of punishing her. She was sure that is what he
wanted, a scrap of reason to punish her.
Her hands went back to fumble between their bodies and she felt the cord
give. There was a soft whisper of the falling cloth but the feel of the
cloth was still present at the back of her thighs when she brought her
hands back by the side of her body. She was puzzled and curious to know
why the cloth didn't fall down. Mike looked down at the pajama, it
stayed draped over his thick cock, the hard protrusion didn't allow the
cloth to fall down on the floor. He was frustrated and his hand clenched
within his daughter's cunt, the finger trying to meet with the thumb
pushed inside her asshole. His nails dug deep in to her membranes.
Blanche felt the nails graze over her tender flesh. Pain shot through
her tiny little body. Blanche clenched her jaws and tightly squeezed her
eyes closed trying to stop the feeling of pain shooting through her
body. She felt her father wiggle and the soft cloth of his pajama
whispered down on to the floor. Her body was drawn further back and the
coarse hairs first tickled and then brushed on to her skin. She felt the
thick velvety feel of the bar of his flesh press on to her ass, trailing
the line of the crack of her ass.
She felt her father's fingers went out of her cunt and asshole. The
relief was short lived. Blanche tensed once again as her father's hand
moved on to her belly, drawing her further on to his body. She tried to
relax but the orbs clenched around the thick cock involuntarily. Blanche
felt hot as her ass-cheeks contracted and relaxed around his thick
throbbing member with a rhythm of its own as she felt her father palm
her cunt.
He caressed and squeezed on to her hot little mound sending shivers down
her spine. Melanie was right. It really felt good to be caressed on your
cunt. Her ass danced on the imprisoned cock with the movement of her
father's palm on her cunt.
Mike was thrilled with the response from his daughter's unwilling body.
The stiffened neck and spine told about her mental state, but the oozing
cunt was speaking loudly of her excitement. She was finding sexual
pleasure from the handling of her body, though her mind was fighting
against it.
Mike slowly moved his hip to and fro, making his cock move over the
crack of her ass-orbs. "Put your hands on your cunt, baby," he told her
and once again smiled as her hands moved to be placed on to his hand
covering her cunt and heard her daughter mumble, "Yes dad," softly.
He admired her strength of mind. She wanted to take control of a bad
situation. Go with the flow and turn it to your favor. He had learnt it
through experience but his daughter had it in her from this young age.
He moved his cockhead down and pushed it through the gap between her
thighs. Moving his palm he guided the throbbing length on to her cunt,
tracing the length of her hot and wet slit without entering. "Keep my
cock pressed on to your cunt," he said and took his hand away from her
cunt. Her soft hands pressed down on to his cock pressing it harder on
to the cunt. He felt its surface get wet with her juices.
Blanche felt her cunt twitch over her father's cock and was ashamed of
her reaction. It was humiliating to feel this way. She felt the velvety
hardness of his thick member that he was calling his cock, throb under
her pressing hands and had a queer urge to pee on to his hand. She knew
that was not permissible and she will be punished. She clenched her
cunt-lips together to send the feeling away but it intensified instead.
She shuddered and felt faint as the sensation increased within her cunt.
It was now throbbing on its own and getting really wet. Her cunt
clenched and relaxed over the cock, making the shaft wetter and wetter
with her secretions.
Mike felt her body shudder, pressed over his chest. She was going to cum
any moment and her gasp was a sure indication that it was absolutely a
new feeling to her. He moved his hands on to her soft body, caressing
the skin, fingering her belly button. He traced the soft curve under her
tiny tits. Moved his palm to cover both her tit-mounds.
She felt her father's hands move up on to her belly, caressing. Her
muscles clenched and she wanted to run away from the touch. It was
intensifying the queer sensation inside her hot and humid cunt. It was
scary the way the sensation was taking control of her body and mind. She
wanted to fight it but was a puppet in its hand. She felt her abdominal
muscles knotted within and she tried hard to relax and will away the
feeling spiraling inside her body. But it was like a cloudburst and she
had no control over it.
Mike's hands lingered over her soft little tits. He took the budding
pink nipples between his fingers and pulled her tit-flesh hard. The tits
big enough to join them together in one point and pull upward, hard.
Blanche gasped as she went up along with the pull on her tits and rose
on to her toes. Her cunt clenched and throbbed but the pain on her tit
stopped her from cumming. She bit in to her lips to stop from screaming
though pain shot on to her nipples and radiated throughout her body. She
wanted to take her hands up and pry her father's hand from her tortured
tits. With a Herculean effort Blanche stopped herself from doing it.
Through the haze of pain her mind screamed not to do that. It would be
like succumbing to the wishes of her father.
Mike was thrilled. He could sense the fluttering of her hands on his
thick throbbing cock. The turmoil that was going inside his daughter's
mind. He tugged and squeezed hard, making her hang from her tits for a
moment. But the hands remained on his cock and tightened its grip.
Slowly he put his daughter down and released the grip on her nipples. He
didn't want her to experience pleasure under his caressing hands. He
wanted her to have pleasure under pain. Like a drug, she should be
addicted with the pain, trying to stop herself from getting her release
through it but not being able to resist the pull of its pleasure.
His fingers caressed and soothed the bruised nipples and tit-flesh. He
looked at the rosy nipples and the small tits, now red and bruised,
marked with his fingers. They were perfect. Two tiny tubers of flesh
were crowned with perfectly formed pink tipped nipples. Mike moved his
hands down, caressing and fondling the soft flesh of her belly. He put a
finger down on to her cunt shoving it between his cock and her skin. His
fingertip touched the erect clit and it stiffened under his soft caress.
Mike was delighted with her reaction. He pulled his cock out of her
palms, now glistening with her juices and placed it once again between
her ass-cheeks. His one hand played with Blanche's cunt, while the other
moved behind her to mold the bum-cheeks around his shaft. His finger
traced the out line of his daughter's refined and elegant cunt. His cock
moved and slipped on her crack as he slowly undulated his hips. He
wanted to part her cheeks and push his cockhead in to her dark depth.
Mike turned Blanche around to face him. He bent his knees, sent his once
cock again through her thighs but this time from her front. He hands
went around his daughter to cup her fleshy ass. He slowly straightened
his knees, lifted Blanche, almost making her sit over his thick
throbbing cock. He started to move his hips, stroking his cockhead along
her cunt-slit. His cockhead nudged and parted her wet lips but was
refused any entry in to the tight and hot cunt.
Mike looked at his daughter's face. Her eyes were looking somewhere at
the middle of his chest, her eyes puffy with unshed tears and the lips
quivering with suppressed emotions. He felt a queer sense of pride that
was mixed with frustration. All the other girls he had brought under him
had cried and begged to be released; even Becky and Sandy had done that,
in the presence of their mother, but not Blanche.
She was too strong and in control. It won't do much good to break her
totally. She is to be nurtured but it would be nice to see her slip and
put on to the horse for a beating. Either it would break her fully or
she would be stronger for that. He badly wanted to see what would happen.
"Sit down", he said indicating the floor beside the bed. Blanche sat
down without any argument, Indian style. Mike sat on the bed in front of
her. "Before we begin, you probably have some questions for me, and I
imagine you wonder why you are here?"
She regarded that as a question and again said, "Yes dad."
"Good", he said, "very good. You are a very smart girl, Blanche. I'm
really proud of you. Well, you may not believe this, you will be my
slave, and not my daughter any more. Like your nieces you would be my
sex-toy and will do whatever I say without hesitation, is that understood?"
Again Blanche replied, "yes dad" her eyes still avoiding meeting his
father's.
"That's fine", her father said, "then come over here and suck my cock".
Blanche hesitated a little before getting up and kneeling before her
father, who had turned to bring her body between his thighs. Suck his
cock? Blanche felt nauseated at the thought. She guessed her father
would look for any opportunity to strap her on to the horse and hit her
with the thin whalebone that was dangling by the side, and there was no
point in trying to resist. She won't be able to match him with physical
strength. Then there was aunt Peggy. She would have to go through the
house even if she is able to take her father by surprise and somehow get
out of the closed door of the room. She knew that after the caning was
over she would be right back in the same situation, but after living
through the intense pain of the whipping that she could only imagine. So
she knelt and placed her lips over his prick and sucked on it like it
was her favorite ice-cream candy.
Unbelievable, her father thought as she placed his cock between her
lips. His daughter was always surprising him. Like others, he thought,
Blanche would show a sign of disgust on her face. Like them she would
refuse to take that ugly thing in her tiny mouth. But there was only a
calm acceptance. She was sucking him for all she was worth, although she
hadn't the slightest idea how to go about it.
He held her soft hair in his hands and instructed his daughter. "Take it
in further, as far as you can, and run your tongue back and forth over
the shaft." He was a large man, and his daughter took the length into
her mouth, with difficulty, gagging and groaning, his lips stretched
beyond normal around her father's stiff shaft. At the end her lips
pressed against his pubic hair.
"Now move your head in and out," he said, guiding her head with his
hands, " and go on sucking it. Be as gentle as possible and don't touch
it with your teeth."
Blanche was too good to be believed and soon she had her mouth in full
motion, her lips covering her teeth, moving back and forth over his cock
as her tongue worked around the shaft and sucking sounds escaped her
lips. "Now hold my balls in your hands, very gently," he said, and
Blanche complied without any hesitation. She had to connect to word
"balls" to his testicles, but the only thing remotely connected to the
term was dangling below the shaft she was sucking on.
Blanche was in shock as she felt her father's hard cock occupy her
mouth. Balls, she thought, they do feel round, as her fingers lifted and
cupped her father's sack. She was initially disgusted with the feel of
her father's hairy balls in her little hands, but her action matched her
father's wishes without showing any reaction on her part, as if she was
doing it everyday for her entire lifespan of seven years. Her father's
hands were now grabbing her head and hair as he moved her head back and
forth.
She could feel him tense up and start to breathe quickly. She knew that
men squirted sperm from their things, and what it was for. Did he intend
to squirt it into her mouth? Would it be like pee? Did pee come out with
the sperm? The sheltered 7 year-old had no clue of such matters, aside
from the vague hints and suggestions of her friends. Blanche continued
to suck on to her father's cock and massage the round pebbles within the
hairy sack. The taste was not so bad, she thought as salty pre-cum
sipped on to her tongue.
Mike had no intention of cumming so quickly, but this was unexpected.
Her reaction to his command was beyond anything he had imagined. She was
a damn good cocksucker, better than his mother who was the best. Over
and above the pent up desire for his own daughter was too much for him
to sustain any longer. He moved fast within her mouth and was beyond the
point of no return, so he quickly instructed his daughter as she pumped
her head in his lap.
"I'm going to cum now, I'm going to spray my liquid pearls into your
mouth. You won't stop sucking my cock till I tell you and should swallow
every drop. Even if a single drop escapes your lips you would be
punished," Mike gasped. Blanche didn't slow down as she listened to him,
tonguing the top of his throbbing cock, tickling the cock-slit with her
tongue tip, as she was curious about it and found the drops of precum
oozing out of it very tasty. She didn't feel nauseated any more. Then
she increased her pace as he held her heard by her hair and flexed his
hips upwards. His cock moved faster and faster in to the tiny mouth,
hitting the back of her throat at every thrust, gagging her, forcing her
to breath through her nose. Blanche felt really excited now as she
sucked on to her father's cock. His thrusts were erratic now, showing a
partial loss of control on his part. That was magnificent. When the
other party looses control, you gain; she had heard her father several
times, telling his employees. So there was some power in her that could
make her father loose a semblance of power.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, unnnnnnnngggghhhhhhhh…" he cried as the first blob of
cum spurted into her mouth, and several long spurts followed as he
thrust shoved his dick through his daughter's lips and down her throat,
gagging her, choking her breath and deluging her stomach with his hot &
bubbling cum. God! The sensation was something he never had felt in his
entire sexual life, but he watched his daughter's face flush as it
became suffused with blood, her fair skin turned red with a glow coming
out of it, but she did not flinch, her throat muscles squeezed hard on
to his throbbing dick, milking all the cum that was inside his cock
stem, her bewildered eyes opened wide. His cock jumped and throbbed as
it spurted blob after blob of cum directly in to his daughter's belly.
Then the thick cock wilted inside and retreated through the tight
passage. He could feel her swallowing as the last few drops were sucked
from his cock. Mike held Blanche's head still and remained still. He
didn't require instructing his daughter to suck gently as he sat back in
the afterglow of the explosion. She did all on her own.
That was about as good as it gets, he thought. Again he admired the
control his daughter possessed, to give ultimate head for the first time
in her life, deep-throating his immense length, that even his sister was
unable to do at this matured age. Blanche did it without any uncertainty
and without holding any thing back. It was a contest of the giants, as
if she was challenged and reciprocated with her own weapons. He wanted
to shock her, instead was given a shock from her end. It was a statement
from his daughter, mute but world-shaking in its impact. "You can't make
me cower, but you're welcome to try your best," she was screaming out at
him.
Mike felt exhilarated. He looked forward to the first opportunity to
whip the child, to see her reaction to the reality of what she was
fighting so hard to avoid. But was she? Or was it another ploy to get
him loose his control. He did loose control, and he never had before. It
was a sobering thought for Mike. "Get up," he muttered and watched his
daughter rise.
Blanche rose from her knees, she had lost sensations on her legs,
sitting on her knees for such a longtime over the rough floor. She stood
motionless for the moment as the blood returned to her legs. Mike
indicated her to sit on the only chair in the room and Blanche moved to
sit over there. Mike watched his daughter sitting on the chair, looking
down at the floor, her thighs tightly closed together. He watched her
intently and tried to plan his next move. How to get her on to that
wooden horse, what should I do to get her diffident little body draped
over that machine of pleasure and pain? Mike thought as he watched the
emotions play on his daughter's face.
Blanche was in a predicament as her father's cock spurted into her mouth
as he pulled on her hair and smashed his belly into her face. She
couldn't breathe and the cum in her mouth made her gag, but she had the
will to do as she was told and began to swallow the liquid. Gradually he
slowed down and relaxed into the chair, and she could breathe through
her nose again. It turned out the sperm didn't have any particular
taste, and the sick feeling passed as she lightly sucked on his cock, as
he demanded, her hands still cradling her father's balls, as he had
called them. She liked the taste, so to say. And didn't even dislike the
way her father treated her. He was a man behaving like a man in need to
prove his strength. But her strength lay in her mind. Let him conquer
her with physical force but not with his will. She would resist as best
as she could, she decided. "Okay dad, I won't get on to that horse for
you to whip my bared ass. I won't give you the chance. I won't say no to
whatever you want me to do, willingly, without any reserve and frustrate
your moves," Blanche vowed.
She mulled over these matters as she sat on the chair. He was sitting
across from her now, completely naked, his flaccid cock dangling between
his legs, shiny with her spit and his half-dried cum. He seemed to be
contemplating her fate. Blanche avoided looking at his face.
Mike relaxed in the chair and considered the next act. He had plenty of
time to enjoy her ass. The night is quite young now. Lets see how she
fares with some posing, he thought. Mike needed some pictures of her for
the fellow deviants he secretly corresponded with. He was proud of his
daughter, with her unique face and perfect nubile pre-teen body. Some
men liked their children thin and flat, but he had always enjoyed the
chubby girls from the pictures he picked up on the net. His daughter
could very well be described as pneumatic for her fleshy thighs and
belly. Her cunt was completely bare of the slightest trace of hair and
puffed out, looking somehow lewd. The swollen beginnings of her small
budding breasts were an added bonus for a girl this undeveloped, and her
ass was perfection. To him she was more beddable than any one else just
because she was made from his seed.
"Feeling okay?" he said. Blanche returned the "yes dad" as usual, hands
now folded in her lap.
"Then let's take some pictures, won't you like that, baby?"
"Yes dad" came back without much of enthusiasm. Mike walked over to the
cupboards and pulled out a digital camera. "Move over to the bed and sit
on it facing me," he ordered. Blanche did as she was asked. He looked at
her bare body on the grayish backdrop of the bed and shook his head.
This won't be much of a photo to look at, he thought. She needs some
color. Mike turned and rummaged through the bedside drawer. He selected
black fishnet body-hose from the selection first. "Put this on" he said
as he tossed it to her.
Blanche struggled with the fine hose, and her father stood watching her
getting into the soft silky lingerie. Blanche got in to the hose and
stood next to the bed with her body covered with the lingerie and his
cock began to stir again as he looked at her small tits & cunt-lips
peeking out from the small openings of the fishnet. She was a vision,
demure and sexy at the same time. But Mike was not satisfied. He didn't
want her to look demure but sluttish. His hand shot out and he tore the
fishnet, uncovering her cunt and then her tits. He once again went to
rummage through the drawer and took out a red lipstick and rouge. Mike
guided his daughter to apply them on her lips, around her nipples over
her areolas, her cunt-lips. Then he told her to turn around and bend
over. Blanche did as she was told. Mike looked at his daughter's
lipstick smeared cunt-lips prominent against the torn black body-hose.
His cock throbbed and hardened with a need unknown to him before. "Put
more lipstick on the lips of your cunt," he ordered with a husky
desire-filled voice. Mike took up the camera and looked through the
viewfinder. The camera clicked rapidly one after another, snapping the
movement of Blanche's hand smearing the lipstick on to her lips.
Blanche found the entire thing highly humiliating. She never had exposed
herself this way to anybody and she reeled, imagining the vision she was
presenting to her father. Her face burned as she applied the lipstick
over her cunt-lips. She watched her father's cock stir and harden as she
rubbed the soft waxy material over her cunt-lips, making them brighter
and brighter. The stirring of the cock jolted her out of her
humiliation. She was making him loose control once again, she exalted.
Blanche made her hand movement slower. She parted her cunt-lips with the
stick and slowly pushed the thin stick into her cunt-hole. She felt
herself get wet and started to fuck herself with the stick. Her hand
moved over to press the stick on to her clit and she gasped. He heard
her father groan and smiled with satisfaction. Her ass moved and slowly
rotated as she presented a sluttish vision to her father.
It was a little too much for Mike to look at his daughter. She was
lipstick-fucking her cunt. Blanche was moving so sensuously that he felt
his cock throb within his hand. The camera shook in his hand as he
watched his slutty daughter move her hand.
"Stop moving," Mike shouted at Blanche in desperation and with a whisper
of "yes dad," she stopped moving her hand but her ass-cheeks squeezed on
to each other, tightening and relaxing making the cunt-lips open and
close alternately. Mike wanted to get on to the bed and shove his
now-hard cock deep into that inviting cleft. With enormous will he
stopped himself doing just that. It's still not the time. Not till she
has been paddled on to her fleshy ass. Slowly he got on to the bed and
took the lipstick away from her hand.
He slowly moved the stick on to her puckered opening and rubbed it
around the crinkly hole, smearing the red paint around and around the
hot hole now quivering under the cold waxy material. Mike pressed his
thick cockhead on to Blanche's puffy lips, tracing the length of the
slit, and pressing it on to her erect clit. The nub of flesh pressed
down on to her wet membranes and Mike heard his daughter suck in her
breadth. He moved his hand and placed the rounded tip on to the crinkly
hole and pressed the stick down into her anal passage. Mike smiled as he
watched her daughter grasp the stick with her muscles with an
instinctive jerk.
Blanche felt the cock press on to her cunt and her body reacted like a
volcano gone berserk. Her insides clenched and she felt the control melt
away. Her muscles jerked and pushed back on to the cold rod of lipstick
as it penetrated her asshole. She squirmed and gasped. This round was a
draw, she reflected. "Next time I'd be ready dad," she thought as she
heard her father order her to stand up.
Mike took a few pictures as she stood asking her to look into the
camera. Blanche didn't like it but she did as she was told. It was all
written in her face, her despair at her situation. Her eyes were a
little puffy from crying and her lips pouted, and again he remembered
his favorite porn-star Nicky Anderson, and how much she resembled the
actress.
Mike moved on to get the camcorder. Then he told her to kneel on the
bed, her ass raised in the air, the lipstick still peeking out of her
asshole. He told her to open her cunt-lips using both her hands as he
focused on to her wide-open cunt. The light reflected the pink and wet
cunt opening. He asked her to start finger fucking herself, both holes
together, her finger into her tiny cunt, the other hand moving the
lipstick in and out of her asshole. Mike smiled as he thought of sending
this on to the net to his friends. What will they think of that; he
chuckled, considering what other viewers of the pictures would see, when
he sends it on the net for all to view. He would be proud to send it to
them, proud of being the father of this beauty, proud to show the entire
world the taking of her normal and anal cherry to them. Now his cock was
back at attention again, and he thought of leaping onto the bed and
suddenly impaling her ass while she was in this position.
Mike knelt on the bed behind her and caressed her cheeks. He felt
Blanche stiffen at the touch of his hands and slowly pulled the lipstick
out of her asshole. He watched the puckered hole close tightly, then
quiver in anticipation as his fingers moved around her hole. Blanche
stiffened as the nail grazed her crinkly hole and relaxed to receive the
thick digit in to her hot hole. But she squeaked in surprise as his hand
lifted and came down hard on to her rounded ass in a stinging slap. Mike
slowly and methodically spanked her cheeks. He watched the cheeks quiver
as he struck her soft ass one after another. Mike ran his hands
underneath, through her thighs and took her clit between his fingers and
he nipped on to it. It was still erect, he noticed. Mike again pulled
and pinched her clit until Blanche was squirming in discomfort. Mike
wanted her to cry out in pain but he was denied the pleasure. Blanche
gritted her teeth and remained mute as her father tortured her clit and
moved on to her cunt-lips. His hand rained slaps on to her raised
ass-cheeks as he manhandled her little cunt.
Blanche's arms ached from holding her upper body off the bed while her
father spanked her ass. It didn't hurt too much, and it was not a
punishment anymore. Her father was just playing with her, playing a game
of control. He wanted her to do something that was not allowed so that
he could put her on to the horse and beat her as he had Becky. Blanche
wanted not to do that; otherwise she'd loose the game of control. But
she was really loosing control now. She almost moaned when he reached
underneath her to play with her pussy. She felt her cunt twitch and get
warm, as he tweaked and played with her. It was like the temperature of
the area had risen, and she felt like shoving her cunt back on to her
father's fingers, getting his fingers rub harder into the nub at the top
of her pussy lips, so that the choked feeling that was coiling inside
her cunt would get released. She was ashamed at this feeling somehow,
but she couldn't help that. It felt good, more than good, indescribable.
She wondered if he had noticed her condition, and cooled off somewhat at
the thought, embarrassed by showing these feelings to her father.
She was suddenly jolted back to reality as Mike shoved two thick fingers
in to her tender asshole and began to fuck her ass with his digits. The
nails grazed on to her tight ass-muscles and Blanche cringed in pain. No
sound escaped her lips as she bit on to her lips but his rude treatment
of her asshole blanked out any such dreamy thoughts from her mind as she
squirmed to hold still while he deliberately caused her pain shoving his
hard and callused fingers deep inside her tender asshole. The fingers
moved fast and furious, Blanche felt the soft velvety cockhead press on
to her cunt once again. It was not unpleasant at all. On the contrary it
felt so nice and beautiful that she began to pant very softly. She
moaned almost in protest as the fingers were taken out of her ass and he
felt her father move back from her. She felt cold air blow on to the
cunt. Blanche shivered with the need of her father's hot cock on her cunt.
Mike looked at his daughter and looked around. He wanted her on to the
horse, crying uncontrollably as he whapped her ass with the specially
treated whale-bone. It was kept in a drawer under the wooden horse. His
hands itched to take it out and put it on to her now red ass, sticking
in to the air. But that was not how he operated. He had to get her
falter, then only he would relish the whale-boneing. Not before. Ah, he
looked at the exercising cycle that he had modified for his mother. He
hadn't use it for a long, long time and now it would be nice to watch
her cycling away on that. He walked to the corner. He tasted the paddle
and found it working. The dildo moved up and down through the hole on
the seat. The dildo was still shiny and was perfectly lubricated. Its
head shone in the light that fell on to it. Good, Mike thought. He
dragged the cycle that was kept stationery on the stand to the middle of
the room. Positioned his chair just at the front of the cycle and went
to get his daughter.
Mike strode over to the bed and pulled Blanche to her feet. Blanche was
relieved to stand on to her feet, not supporting on her body on her
tired arms any more. Blanche found herself dragged to the middle of the
room. She watched fascinated at the old exercising cycle that stood on
the floor. It was low and she could see the seat. It was a normal one
except a big fat dildo was peeking through the middle of the seat.
Blanche watched her father move the paddle and she sucked in his breadth
as she watched the shiny dildo move vertically through the seat. She
knew instantly what was to come next.
Mike settled back in the chair next to the cycle and stroked his stiff
cock while watching her contemplating the cycle. He watched Blanche's
expressions change as she studied the contraption. She understood the
purpose of the cycle and its movable vertical member, he thought.
"Sit on the cycle, skewer your asshole with the dildo, and cycle away,
my dear" he smiled at her. Blanche hesitated again for only the briefest
of seconds before walking closer to the standing cycle and slowly
straddled the seat. She adjusted her seat and brought the tip of the
dildo in line with her asshole. The seat was placed low and slanted a
little towards the front, with the horn of the seat turned downwards and
the handles curved in and high at the level of her shoulder. It came in
such a way that she had to tilt her torso backward to keep her balance.
More over Blanche had to keep her thighs apart to sit on the seat and
place her feet on the paddles properly. Her position Mike could see her
cunt flower and her ass squirm over the seat. This is too easy, Blanche
thought; there must be some catch in to it. She understood the catch the
moment she placed her foot on to the paddle and pressed. There was a
shooting pain in her asshole as the thick dildo pushed on to her sphincter.
Blanche struggled with indecision as she tried to line up her ass with
the object, trying to get the thick tip inside. Her father remained
relaxed in the chair, stroking his cock. She was sure it was her
father's cock that was to enter her bottom next, but meanwhile she was
having difficulty getting the tip of the object past her rosebud, which
seemed bent on denying passage of this unnatural aggressor. Blanche
lifted her ass off the seat, lifted the dildo an inch and half up on the
seat, moving it with the pressure of her foot on the paddle and placed
her asshole over the thick tip of the artificial cock.
It was like her asshole had eyes, and was saying no to the size of the
dildo. She got the tip lined up with the opening, she could feel that,
but when she tried to sink down on the shaft, her ass refused to open.
She concentrated on clearing her mind while she relaxed her ass-cheeks,
allowing gravity to force her body onto the object. Blanche cried out
and straightened back as a sharp spike of pain jolted through her body.
"Hurry up," her father said, as he noticed her response. This was
excellent; his daughter was clearly in distress. Why she was unable to
insert the dildo he didn't know. His fingers had easily slipped into her
ass just a little while ago. True, the shaft of the dildo was a lot
thicker, but she wasn't even able to get the tip past her sphincter.
Mike smiled in his mind. If she can't do as she was told, he would be
able to punish her legitimately as he wanted. Blanche squirmed on the
seat and tried to thrust herself on the dildo again, with the same
results. "NOW," he yelled at her and she cried back "I can't."
Shock filled her eyes as she realized the magnitude of her error. She
had refused a command and had spoken out of turn. Her mind raced to find
a way out, but it was too late. Her father had risen from the chair and
was pulling her towards the horse.
Blanche had the presence of mind not to protest, as she remembered the
result of Becky's ass, but she couldn't help sobbing and crying as her
whole body shook in fear. Somehow she knew that her father wanted any
excuse to whip her again and again, and she allowed her left and then
her right ankles to be clamped in what she now saw was a leather band
with a buckle, fixed to the legs of the wooden horse.
Mike took up the boxer's helmet dangling from a hook below the foreleg
of the horse and fixed it over Blanche's head. He pushed the leather bit
in to her mouth and took hold of the strings those were fixed at the
back of the helmet. He tugged with them till Blanches was looking
straight ahead and the back of her head almost touched her shoulder.
Mike took her hands up and crisscrossed them over her back. The rough
wooden horse rubbed on to her delicate and tender nipples as she was
pushed and shoved on to the horse. Mike tied the middle of the string on
to her wrists and took them through the stirrups dangling by the side of
the seat. He brought the strings round the stirrup and tied it tightly
with the forelegs of the horse. Blanche was secured on the seat. She was
unable to move when her waist was strapped on to the horse, except her
eyes. Mike looked at his daughter, lying on the wooden horse trussed
like a turkey, then moved to her back. At the touch of his hand on the
back of the horse, the middle of the horse dropped and pivoted on to its
axis. There was a basin formed by the hollowed out timber, lined with
stainless steel. The rear legs uplifted as the middle fell away and
Blanche's feet parted and lifted further to expose it to the whalebone
that he would use on her unblemished ass.
Mike looked at his young daughter. The basin was between her legs and he
could see she was positioned perfectly above it. The metallic sound of
her pee erupting on to the basin from her cunt would be music to his
ears. No girl, not even his mother, who had been the sex-toy of her
father, had ever been able to withstand the pain enough to control her
bladder. He was taught the art of inflicting pain by his father on his
mother's body. Just as his father never took his daughters to this
route, he too had neglected that side of the fun. He had his wife under
him but never his daughter, not till today. But things are going to
change for good.
He had seen women being caned before in videos, bare skinned. But his
father had made a rod out of whalebone. It stung like nothing that had
been experienced before but left little mark on the skin of the victim.
It was light and he was now skilled enough to make the strokes fatal if
that was needed. But it was not needed on his daughter. It would be a
pleasure to whalebone his anticipating and ass-twitching daughter. With
practice he had perfected his strokes to such an extent that there would
be very little to show at the end of the session. He was taught by a
master, his father and had learned well. Mike picked up the whalebone
from the hook and swished it through the air a few times. He laughed as
he watched Blanche stiffen at the swishing sounds of the whalebone
moving through the air. Her hands gripped the strings and he could see
her tensing her butt cheeks for the stroke.
Wnngg… Whappppppllaatt… The whalebone whistled through the air and
struck on the ass-cheeks of his daughter, flattening the flesh on to the
pelvic girdle. Blanche was shocked in to frigidity from the stroke. The
flesh was numb for a moment then pinpricks of thousands needles
penetrated her skin and grazed on to her nerve endings. Her body tensed
and jerked against the bonds, the sinew strained all over her body. She
gagged on to the bile that rose to her throat. She could move her head
only to the right and left. All the hairs rose on her body as she came
out with a full-throated scream, muffled. Mike moved his hand tracing
the red welt that had formed on to her cheeks and Blanche flinched from
the touch. He went up to look at her face. Tears were pouring down in
rivulets over her red puffy cheeks. Her horror stricken eyes looked at
Mike with the plea that was absent a few minutes before. Mike looked at
his daughter and chk-chked with the tip of his tongue, "This is only the
beginning Blanche, you have to go through another three." The malicious
smile on his face brought a spectacular change in Blanche's mind. She
was down, true, but not yet out. She had peed on the basin, she had
heard the tingle but that was not so humiliating as looking at her
father's joyous face. He was waiting for her to call for mercy and she
was not going to do that. The skin was aflame but she would burn in fire
before pleading to her father to stop. It was a mistake to cry out on
the cycle and that she was not going to repeat anymore. She would die
trying, next time. And the next time was very near, Blanche was sure.
She would be again on the hot seat of the cycle the moment the rodding
is over.
Blanche forced her body to relax and her mind to go blank. It was tough
but she tried any way. Mike looked at her and saw the changes of her
facial expressions. He could read them readily. She was a little girl
with guts. Her eyes were the mirrors of her soul. He felt only
admiration for the child. None of the girls he had taken under him had
fought this way. She was the only one and he felt proud of his daughter.
"Another three is not nearly good enough," Mike whispered as he traced
her oval face with the tip of the whale bone, "that would be five now."
He felt her daughter shiver but there was a calm acceptance in her eyes.
Mike moved to her rear.
Suddenly he was filled with a desire to really hurt his daughter. The
need to prove his supremacy became the only focus that he needed to
satisfy. His hand went up and the whalebone came down in a crash on the
fleshiest part of Blanche's quivering ass. He watched her
dispassionately and without losing any time he administered another, and
another, and another. But there was no shriek or cry of anguish from his
daughter. Her ass was wiggling in a marvelous fashion, hands clenching
and relaxing, the entire body tensing against the tightly held strings.
It was a marvel how she wiggled against her bond. But there was not a
single moan that escaped his daughter's lips.
Blood began to ring in his ears and Mike saw red. How could a girl of
this age be so obstinate? That too his own daughter? He was enraged and
totally forgot to count his strokes. He was enraged and excited. Excited
with lust for his daughter. He wanted to cower her and was exalted with
anticipation of her cowering under his power. With cruel deliberation he
selected the most tender parts of her bottom and aimed the wielding rod
with practiced strokes. One cheek, then the other and then across both.
With a twist of his wrist he sent the whalebone inside Blanche's widely
parted thighs. He went on striking her soft skin till the raised cheeks
turned in to burnished crimson hue. It looked so luscious that Mike
wanted to put the rod down and shove his thick cock up her daughter's
wiggling ass.
Blanche bit down on to the leather-bit as the rod rained on her bum.
Fingers of flames were burning rampant on to her butt-cheeks. Tears
welled into her eyes and overflowed. She wanted to scream and beg to
stop her father. Her ego was not worth the amount of pain she was
suffering. She screamed but no sound came out of her gagged mouth. The
ass-cheeks had become numb and with each stroke her inside was screaming
with pain as if they were being licked with a touch of the flame burning
on the surface. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh Ggggoooooddddddddd………" she screamed in
her mind. "He has struck me on my cunt," was the last thought in her
mind before the black veil unfurled before her eyes. Her body went slack
as she lost consciousness.
Mike flexed his hand, he was sweating and his arm was tired. His mind
looked at the relaxed body of his daughter and he understood the
situation. He stilled his raised hand. There is no point in beating a
dead horse. Blanche was unconscious. He dropped the rod and with a
trembling hand touched her buffed ass-cheeks. It was hot under his
touch. His throbbing cock leapt and jerked as he caressed her daughter's
ass. Mike wanted to cum. Slowly he stood behind his daughter, his cock
tightly enclosed within his fist and he started to jerk off. Within a
few minutes his body tensed and arched thrusting his spouting cock over
the crimson moons and the red surface was spotted with globs of his
pearly white cum. With a deep sigh he looked at her daughter's ass
splattered with his cum and began to pass his palm soothingly over it.
Massaging the goo all over the hot burning surface. In spite of that
severe beating her ass-cheeks were spotless, without any mark. Her flesh
was like that of a baby, a lot pinker perhaps, but clean and fresh. Mike
moved her hand over the skin and felt Blanche quiver under his fingers.
Slowly her trembling died away and her breath became almost normal from
the shallower one. Mike untied her limbs and bent over her back. His
limpid cock was now resting on her crack, his hands went back to cup her
cheeks and slowly tended too the sore muscles.
"Good morning sleepy head", Blanche heard her father whisper in her
ears. The first sensation was the feeling of burning on her ass-cheeks.
But it was not as profound as before. There was a soothing touch too.
Blanche felt her father's hand moving on to her cheeks; fingers light
soft and soothing. She felt the thick cock lying flaccid on to the
crease of her ass, it was soft and there was a sticky feeling to it as
it moved with the movement of her father's hands. Blanche's head reeled
as she tried to lift her unfettered head. The blood flew back to her
extremities and the prickling sensation in her palms and feet made her
gasp. They were useless for the time being. She felt her father move his
fingers on to the crease of her ass and they homed onto her asshole.
With his fingers Mike squeezed out the drops of his cum from the cock
and slowly rubbed it around her puckered orifice. Blanche squirmed as
the fingertip invaded the tight hot hole and a slap on her butt with the
other hand stilled her movement. Mike got up from her back and went to
stand in front of his daughter. He took out the leather bit out of her
mouth and the helmet. Her face was puffy and it was pale. Only her eyes
were still luminous against the backdrop of the red but pale face. 'She
is down but not out,' Mike thought wondrously. He was tired and sweaty
but his daughter was still on her own. This was a sobering thought. His
experience with so many girls including his mother and wife had never
presented him with this situation. 'Ah, she definitely is my daughter,'
Mike felt a glow of pride in his mind. But the evening is still a little
young and there is ample time for him to get better of this
high-spirited girl. Mike smiled as he once again went to rummage through
the drawer and took out a jar of lubricants.
He dipped his two fingers into the jar and took out a gob of the
lubricant. With the thumb and forefinger of his left hand Mike spread
his daughter's bruised ass-cheeks apart and shoved his lubricated
fingers roughly inside the tiny asshole. He heard Blanche hissed out her
breath in shock at the sudden intrusion of those thick fingers. He
watched his daughter squirm as his fingers rotated, moved in and out of
the tight gripping asshole. She tried to retract her ass out of his
hands but the horse stopped her movement.
Blanche gritted her teeth in pain. The movement of the fingers inside
her virgin asshole added to the torture that was her father was
afflicting to her burning and bruised ass through his rough fingers
grazing on to her still tender skin. The touch was sending pinpricks of
pain wherever they were pressed down. The cool touch of the lubricant
was soothing in her asshole, but why, she asked herself, was her father
putting in the lubricant there. "He wants me to get on to the cycle once
again," the thought flashed through her mind. And sure enough Mike told
her to get down and straddle the cycle once again. He have her no
respite and hurried her over to the cycle.
Blanche was determined to take the moving dildo in to her asshole this
time. She stood by the side of the cycle and her hand moved to her
asshole. With the tip of her finger she took a little of the lubricant
out of her ass and rubbed it over the dildo. All the while she expected
her father to slap her, but she was not deterred.
Mike thought of kicking her inviting ass as he watched her lubricating
the dildo without asking for his permission first. The sight of her soft
hand moving on to the shiny surface of the dildo gave him a queer sense
of excitement. He wanted to feel those lily soft fingers move so
delicately on to his manhood, making it hard once again. He took up the
jar in his hands and went to stand by his daughter's side. "Lubricate
both the cocks, together, at the same rhythm," he told his daughter. The
forward thrust of his loin left no doubt in Blanche's mind about which
other cock he was talking about.
Without looking up Blanche took hold of the cocks with her hands. One
made of a rubber the other a real flesh and blood one, of her father's.
"The lubricant," Mike said softly and Blanche dipped her fingers in the
jar to get a little of the unguent on both her hands. She hesitantly
gripped her father's cock in her left hand while her right one busied on
the rubber one on the cycle. The difference of the texture and the heat
of the two cocks made her shiver. It was nice to hold her father's cock
in her hand. Her hands started to move, one horizontally and the other
vertically on the artificial dildo. She felt her father's cock stir
within her palm. It felt like a slippery eel and Blanche gripped it harder.
Mike sucked in his breath and felt new excitement ride on to his body.
The cock began to get hard. He was astonished with his recuperative
power. Never before he had been able to get hard thrice one after
another. Not even in his youth. It took some time to get hard after he
released his load. But it was amazing how he was reacting to his
daughter's soft touches. He moved his hip, forcing his cock through the
O of his daughter's tightly gripped fist. His hand went to caress the
fleshy orbs thrust out just by the side and he traced his finger once
again through the crack of her tiny tight ass. The tip strayed on to the
puckered asshole and Mike slowly dipped the finger in to the hot and
dark depth of his daughter's ass. His slick finger began to move in and
out of her asshole.
This time Blanche felt a pleasure run through her body with the movement
of her father's finger in her tightly clenched asshole. She relaxed her
muscles and speeded up the movement of her hands on the cocks as
excitement rose in her body. She trembled with unknown sensations that
went through her untutored body. It was in complete variance to the
feelings that had been experienced by her so far. So it really is
pleasurable, she wondered in awe as her hips twitched with the movement
of her father's stiff digit in her asshole.
Mike felt the twitch of Blanche's ass and the asshole gripped his
fingers in invitation. His cock hardened in sympathetic reaction and he
wanted to put her on the bed and fuck the hell out of her asshole. She
would enjoy it too, he was sure. But Mike checked his urge. It was still
not time. "Get on to the cycle," he said, his voice gruff with the
suppressed emotion going through his body.
Blanche was in a daze but she came back to the reality in no time as her
father's voice penetrated her mind. She got on to the cycle slowly, but
with a determination to succeed at all cost. With a little push on the
paddles she extended the tip of the dildo over the seat and squirmed on
to it to get her anal opening directly on to the tip of the enormous
dildo. Blanche relaxed her ass-muscles and pressed down on to it as she
pressed hard on to the paddle sending the dildo further up into her ass.
Stars flashed and cascaded in front of her eyes as she felt the tip go
into her tiny asshole, stretching it, thrusting the muscles aside with
the push of the dildo in her ass.
Blanche gritted her teeth and pressed her ass further down with all her
might over the seat and curled her toes on the paddle with a last ditch
effort to send the cock deeper in to the tight hole. She felt the cock
penetrate further, pause and dipped a little down as the pressure
increased. Blanche sat down hard on to the seat to keep the cock in her
tortured ass. She released her pressure on the paddle and waited to
adjust the thick dildo in her tiny little asshole. She felt the muscles
relax around the thick artificial shaft and looked uncertainly at her
father. Would he object to the pause and taking a respite?
Mike stood in front of his daughter and watched the play of emotions in
her face as the dildo thrust its way into her tiny asshole. He watched
her pause and take a deep breath. Her hairless cunt was now open to his
gaze like a sunflower to the sun. He was enthralled with the
determination of his daughter. She was really something. "Now move your
feet and cycle as it should be, full circle without pauses," he told
Blanche.
Blanche pressed on to the paddles, the dildo in her ass retreated down
the asshole, then came back up into it, once again stretching the
muscles beyond her capacity. Undeterred Blanche paddled on, moving the
artificial cock in and out of her ass. Gradually she fell into a rhythm,
and the thick rubber cock slid in and out smoothly within her tight
asshole. The sensation was odd to Blanche. She felt pain and elation.
But she felt more euphoric as she felt the heat form between her legs
again. The itch inside her cunt came in waves making her eager to take
the thick cock of her father inside the tight and juicy sheath. Her
cunt-lips flared at her lurid thought. Blanche felt her cunt ooze a hot
liquid inside her pussy as she moved the dildo in and out of her ass
with the push of her feet on the paddle of the cycle.
Mike watched Blanche's cunt-lips get puffy and redder as she moved the
paddle faster and faster, making the dildo move with rapidity in her
asshole. Her face was now glowing with passion and it was highly
exciting to him. Mike stood up and moved between the handle bar and the
seat. He straddled the middle bar. He pried her tightly gripped hands
from the handles and lifted them on to his shoulder. Without a word
Blanche encircled her father's neck and joined her hands together behind
his neck.
Mike looked at his daughter and took out the leather belt that was
hidden under the seat and tied it around her thin waist, securing her on
the seat. Once again he placed her hands on the handle bars and clamped
the wrists with the cords that was left there for the purpose.
Mike's prick was in violent erection. The head was swollen and purplish
with pent up fervor. He reached closer to his daughter's body, reaching
behind her, cupping the fleshy bum sitting tight on the cycle seat. He
insinuated his fingers in between and palmed the lower cheeks of her
butt, luxuriating in the warm satiny smoothness of those impudent and
resilient globes. He felt Blanche's frantic contraction making all the
muscles come in to play on his intruding palm. The slope of the seat
made her slide a little forward and Mike could touch the moving
artificial cock with his fingers. The movement faltered, then once again
speeded up as his palm squeezed on to the whipped ass.
His cock almost touched her bare cunt, quivering with the need of
getting inside that tight little sheath. The need was so great that he
could almost taste it. Mike took his left hand to her back and placed
his palm on his daughter's quivering bare bottom. He moved his cock
forward and with the tip of his member attacked her cunt. He went
directly to the tender hidden lodestone of her clitoris, and he rubbed
it insistently, lingeringly with the soft tip of his throbbing cock,
making his daughter's thighs jerk convulsively with the erotic stimulus.
Mike could see beads of sweat gathering in Blanche's soft hair-less
armpit-hollows. The scent of her naked flesh overpowered his senses. He
watched her eyes rolled. Her nostrils opened and closed convulsively at
a more accelerated pace while her steps faltered on the paddle and her
thigh muscles tautened in a futile attempt to close them and resist the
sensations that was gathering momentum deep within her loins.
Mike had a flash of inspiration as he watched the changes in his
daughter's face. He had tried to cower her with pain but hadn't
succeeded. Now he should change his tack and cower her with passion,
unfulfilled passion that was now flowing through her body in waves. He
would rouse her to the peak and let her beg for the release.
It was indescribable the maddening pleasure that Mike experienced at the
thought. He kept his left hand firmly pressed against his daughter's
jerking, squirming, contracting butt and his cock-tip against the very
nodule of her core of sexuality. Mike bent his head and took one of the
nipples in to his mouth, lapping on to the bud, sucking onto it. He felt
it stiffen and get turgid under his lips. He changed his mouth to the
other one and gave it the same treatment till it rivaled its sister in
tautness. That was the indisputable proof that his daughter was, for all
of her adverse and beleaguered behaviour, now a girl of heightened
passion, a flesh and blood girl of fervent lust, capable to be
stimulated to the point, where she would succumb willingly to the grand
fucking that he wanted to bestow to her; her mind resisting but flesh
yielding to her inner demands of her soaring desire.
Blanche shivered as the sensations within her body was heightened with
each touch of her father's hands or lips, even the soft touch of the tip
of his turgid member over her equally blood-gorged clit. She felt
helpless against the tide of lust that surged through her body at each
touch. Juices gushed out of her cunt as it contracted on its own. The up
and down movement of the artificial cock that stretched her asshole
beyond normal was now a fount of pleasure instead of pain that it was a
few moments back. She wanted to stop paddling but her legs didn't listen
to her lust-drugged mind's command.
Blanche felt inarticulate groans exude from her gaping mouth. Blanche
wanted to deny the pleasure that was pooling inside her body and shook
her head violently from left to right as if to expel it's demands. Her
body tensed and she dragged on to the bonds to get away from the
all-encompassing sensations. She was loosing control, becoming a slave
of the need of her own desire and a look at her father's triumphant face
confirmed the same. All of her senses were now being recklessly
awakened; try as she could to deny them. She had thrown out a challenge
to her father and now was at the brink of succumbing to its demand herself.
Mike looked at his daughter and felt the time had at last come for him
to topple Blanche from her self-erected pedestal of lofty aloofness. He
smiled and thought how great a slave she would be, a passionate and
spirited one to be humbled with the use of her own passions. He would
make her an assistant to be used against Becky and Sandy, even on Peggy
if need be. For now he should take some relief from the frenzied torment
that he had to suffer in this lengthy and arduous ordeal he was forced
to put her through. He took his cock back from her hot cunt and heard
her gasp in protest. Her entire body shuddered and tremors rippled
through her tautened body.
Blanche should have felt joyous as her father's cock and hand left her
body, but it agitated her instead. Her naked tits heaved spasmodically.
Mike looked at the glistening tidbits, which he had nibbled and sucked,
adorning her heaving breasts. They were covered with his saliva and were
quivering, dark and stiff, on her pale tits. He had at last reached this
aloof girl and had brought her to a sensual awareness of herself. It was
his defeat and a win as well. It was highly satisfying. He felt the
speed of the paddles increase; Blanche was trying to get herself off
with the use of the stimulation of the moving dildo inside her asshole.
The cunning bitch, he thought. He moved fast and untied the belt at her
waist and putting his both hands under her butt wrenched her off the
intruding artificial cock. Blanche cried out at the sudden void that was
created in both her holes and struggled to get down on to the seat.
Mike released the wrist clamps and carried her to the bed. He dropped
her on the bed on her back and dove between her legs. He pried them
apart and placing his elbows on the thin thighs made it immovable. His
head dropped on to her juicy slit and he traced the length of the slit
with the tip of his tongue. Blanche was shocked by her father's actions.
At first she did not respond, so surprised was she to look down at the
top of her father's head as he bobbed up and down between her legs.
Mike looked down at his daughter's cunt, the labia slightly parted as he
pressed on to the thigh and put a pillow underneath and the pink
membranes were visible inside the wet and juicy cleft. They were
glistening with moisture. Mike touched the soft, dewy flesh with his
tongue. He licked the cunt, took the puffy lips into his mouth and
sucked on to it one by one. He was thrilled with the odd delicious taste
of his daughter's secretions, sweet and syrupy, with an inexplicable and
delicate flavor. His teeth nibbled the corrugated edges of her small
cunt-lips and heard Blanche gasp. He felt her hip moved up to push it on
to his face and he laughed in his mind. She wanted to get to the
pinnacle fast but she has to wait, wait for his convenience. Mike licked
more lightly, round and round, in and out, and up and down, exploring
every nook and cranny. He felt her impatience as her hands clawed at the
bedspread and slowly he turned around keeping his teasing lips on to her
hungry cunt.
Mike placed his cock on the top of his daughter's lips and a little
pressure made her take the thick cock in to her mouth. He jabbed his
cock in to her mouth and began to fuck it ardently. His lips nibbled on
to the erect clit of his daughter as he fucked her face. He took the
cock out of her mouth and put the hairy balls on her open mouth. His
cock throbbed between their bodies, lying flat between her tiny tits. He
took her clawing hands and placed them by the side of her small mounds
of flesh. He pressed on to her hands making her to form a flesh-tunnel
with her tiny tits.
Blanche sucked on to the balls that had filled her mouth. She felt the
cock slide between her tits and pressed on to them harder. It was real
good to have her father's lips sucking on to her clit and she felt the
pooled desire break the dam that had built inside. With a groan she
thrashed all over the bed, writhing and driving her crotch up at her
father's face as she experienced her first cum of her life. Blanche felt
the entire world spin around her and she gurgled around the balls in her
mouth.
Mike felt his daughter cum and straightened up from her body. With a
swift movement he lifted his daughter and turned her on the air. He
dropped her on her fours and with the single movement of his hip lodged
his throbbing cock in to the quivering ass of his daughter. Blanche was
going through the raptures of her first spending and her entire body was
in a most excited and well-moistened state. Blanche thrust her body back
as she was dropped on her knee and thrust her butt on to her father's
invading ram. The glance hesitated a fraction on her tiny entrance, then
slewed an inch beyond the thick ruby nut. The shock of the sudden
intrusion put her body motionless and Mike housed half of the length of
his stiff cock in her tight bum-hole in one vigorous thrust. The next
thrust sent his balls to mash on to her soft cunt. His hairy thighs
grazed on to her soft flesh and his crotch molded against that beautiful
soft buttocks.
Blanche cried out at the suddenness of her father's attack on her
already bruised asshole. She felt the heavy shaft throb within the tight
anal sheath. She wanted to squirm away from the brutal thrust but now
she was once again in control of her body. He clenched her teeth and
pushed back on to her father's crotch. She kept her ass glued to her
father's crotch, without giving him the chance to move his cock in and
out of her tortured asshole. She relaxed her muscles around the shaft
and tried to get accustomed to the enormous girth of the monstrosity
with which she was impaled.
Now that Mike was safely fixed in his daughter's tight rectum, it suited
him to remain still. He too was in imminent danger of spilling his load
if he would have carried on with the movement of his cock inside that
tight ass. His daughter gripped him like a vice and now that he was
fully and fairly engulfed within the hot little hole, he wanted to enjoy
it himself. It was really delicious.
He was also full of admiration of his little daughter. She had taken
everything in her stride and had thrown back as much as she got. He
caressed her curved bum and wanted to make it enjoyable to his daughter.
Pain and pleasure, they are only the other side of the same coin. You
owe some one with pain but where that fails you owe them with love and
desire. He could derive pleasure through pain from others, but his
daughter was special and she should be treated differently.
Mike stole one of his hands around her stomach and began to excite the
erect clit. His other hand went and took her tits, caressed the nipples
and felt them stiffen under his palm. His hand softly caressed the clit
and found it throb under his thick tip. He pushed one finger in to her
moist cunt and slowly moved it in and out of the slit as his finger
pressed on to the quivering clit.
Blanche's passion was soon re-awakened. She found the touches on her
clit and nipple as exciting as before. Her loin twisted involuntarily
and her sphincter clenched on to her father's shaft> She began to move
her butt to and fro making her father's cock move in and out of her
tight asshole.
Mike slowly drew out his prick to the tip and shoved it back to the
hilt. He moved hard and furious inside that clinging dark hole. He was
overjoyed when he found his daughter responded thrust by thrust. "Do you
enjoy it baby," he whispered to her as he bent over her body and cupped
her swelling tits in his broad palm. His cock moved as Blanche whispered
back, "Oh, yes, yes papa."
Blanche really enjoyed when her father deluged her ass with his spunk
and she too came once again, her body quivering with the emotion. Slowly
her father tilted on to the sides, keeping his semi-hard cock inside her
throbbing hole. They remained so as Mike massaged his daughter's tits
and closed his eyes.
Mike opened his eyes in the middle of the night and felt his daughter
curled in front of him. His cock was now out of her asshole and nestled
between her ass-cheeks. He looked down at the hard shaft throbbing
between the cheeks. It was time, he thought with a surge of emotion. He
smiled with satisfaction at the picture of sensuous wantonness that she
was exuding and pressed the head of his thick against the unadorned lips
of her tight nine-year-old cunt. He slowly pushed his cock in to her
cunt. His daughter's cunt was tighter around his cock as even
eight-year-old Becky's were never been, not even the five-year-old
Sandy, the other daughter of Peggy. It was heaven for his heated cock.
He insinuated himself within her until he was pressing firmly against
her hymen. Then with one hard thrust he tore through her maidenhead and
buried himself to her cervix, as she was shocked out of her dream,
screamed and sobbed. He lay with her, not moving, as her sobs died down
to the occasional sniffle. She could feel his rod throbbing within her.
He began to thrust in and out of her, long and slow at first, then
faster and harder, raping her thoroughly as she nearly screamed with
each thrust. Soon the familiar wave began building between her legs,
then spreading to take over her whole body, as she came and came,
shouting, "Oh, Dad! Oh, Dad! Oh, Dad! OOOOOH!"
Mike remained still joined at the waist, his thick cock buried deep in
Blanche's young and ravaged cunt. He watched the thin stream of reddish
liquid spread around his cock, foaming at the mouth of her distended
cunt-lips. He thrust deeper and deeper in to the cunt and harder too.
His sperm boiled within his sack. It tightened and lifted as he drove
down in to his daughter's hot depth. Mike felt his cock slip in to a
fleshy ring and he erupted deep inside Blanche's womb. The sperm filled
her void and the small tadpoles ran to get to the ripe ovum attached to
the wombs wall.
Blanche felt the hot liquid splatter directly in to her cunt and balloon
inside as it filled her to the brim. She was exhilarated as the warmth
invaded her entire body. She looked over her shoulder to her father and
without any invitation said, "Would you like me cane your sister, papa?"
Mike was thrilled as he looked at the radiant face of his child, eyes
glowing with passion. He slowly nodded his head, then kissed her on the
lips.
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Blanche slowly came back to the present. She felt her ass still stinging
as if she was just now been caned. She looked up and saw Nick look at
her intently. Her nipples tautened within her dress and the friction of
the dress over her sensitive buds sent her cunt reeling with damp heat.
Blanche squeezed her thighs over her cunt to stop it reacting this way
but it worsened the situation. She felt her lacy underware get wet with
her juices as she shivered at the thores of her orgasm.
She felt hot and suffocated. She remembered the agony of loosing her son
on the day she gave birth to that little bundle of joy. She had just a
glimpse of his sweet face before he was taken out of her hand to give it
to the lady who was going to put him up for adoption. It was aunt
Peggy's doing. She didn't want a son of her father to be there to own
the business one day.
But Peggy's plan hadn't succeeded. With all her wiles she couldn't make
her father change his will. It was Blanche who had succeeded her father.
Blanche paled as she thought of the tiny little baby. Only thing he'd
have is her gold chain and the ring tied to the chain as a locket. 'Does
he still have it with him? Or it was taken out from her baby?' she
thought in despair.
Blanche shook her head to throw the cobwebs out of her mind and looked
around. What'd she do with a stud? Her eyes searched the crowd to find a
way to escape without the man with her. Her eyes landed on a figure at
the wings, looking back at her. Aunt Peggy, slowly Blanche's lips curled
into a cruel smile. She suddenly knew what she'd do with her stud for
the weekend. She had bought herself a stud. And now she owned him, at
least for the weekend.
If her father wanted to haunt her, why he should spare others? He should
be there for his Peggy and Becky and Sandy and the four little girls her
father had fathered in their wombs. They should meet the ghost of her
father too. But this time it would be Blanche who would look at them
from the sideline. She looked back at her aunt Peggy and smiled. Her
heart leapt in joy as she watched her face go pale.
Suddenly Blanche felt relieved of all the strains, she put her head back
and the full-throated laugh gurgled out of her lips. Her plan, if you
could call it that was marvelous if not downright sick. A woman didn't
just… A woman couldn't just… yes a woman could and would; Blanche
remembered the vow she had made once upon a time. On the very first day
her father had taken her in his hand under the instigation of her aunt.
Awareness sizzled through her blood. He was looking at her. Every nerve
ending was screaming it. Don't; don't look at him, Blanche ordered herself.
Stopping the rotation of the planet would have been easier. Blanche
caught her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly raised her eyes to
the stage.
Her heart did it again, just as it had when he'd first looked at her
across the vast expanse of the crowded ballroom. It took that leap
within her breast that made the room spin. Nick Lord hadn't moved. Those
hot green eyes were still fixed on her as her father's did so many years
before. There was a smile of pure masculine satisfaction, tilting across
his mouth - that sensual mouth - she almost could feel on her own.
Everything about him, from the set of his broad shoulders, the way he
stood, with his long legs planted slightly apart, made him look like her
father.
And like her father it sent a message, and the message was unmistakable.
I'm a man, he was saying. And you are a woman. And when you and I are
alone… Panic whispered Blanche's skin. She would never be alone with
this man, or any other. She had learned her lessons from her father. And
forgetting that lesson was… no, was not a mistake. Take control of the
situation and turn it to your favor, she had learned that too. If he is
to cum in her, he is to cum through five more and on her own terms. It
was she who has bought the stud.
Blanche stiffened her spine and walked forward. He looked at Nick,
nodded in acknowledgement, then turned to look at her aunt. "Hello
Peggy, would you mind escorting Mr. Lord to my table. I would be a
minute to write them the Cheque for Twenty thousands bucks, the purchase
price." Her last was directed to Nick and she watched his lips curl in
to another heart sizzling smile.
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