The Dollhouse

John loved watching Amelia undress each night. For a woman in her mid forties, she certainly took care of herself. Although there were laugh lines around her mouth and crow's feet at the corners of her eyes that some people might look on with disgust, John loved them. He would often trace the lines around her mouth with his finger as they lay in bed at night.

"You know people talk about how men get 'distinguished' as they get older and that younger women will often find an older man attractive because he is distinguished," John said.

Amelia reached behind herself to unclasp her bra and turned to look at John as she let it fall to the floor.

"Do all these young girls make you feel old, John?" she asked.

"No, actually, everything here makes me feel pretty young," John replied with a chuckle. "My point is that nobody says the same about women."

"Ah," Amelia replied, pushing her panties down off her legs. "Is this your way of telling me, then, that I'm getting old?"

From the look in her eyes, John could tell that Amelia was teasing him.

"Not old. Distinguished," he said. "I think you're getting better with age."

"Well," she commented, sliding into bed next to him, "I'm certainly getting more experienced. I gave Penelope a rimjob today after discovering that one of the men her mother whored her out to liked to make the girl eat his ass. She couldn't understand why someone would want that, so I showed her. I'd never eaten a little girl's ass before. It was quite delightful."

"So you convinced her that it's something someone would want, I assume?" John teased, pulling Amelia to him under the sheets.

"Would you like me to demonstrate my technique?" she countered.

John's eyes got big. "Would I!"

Amelia pushed the sheet back and got down between his legs.

"I'm glad I showered," he said, feeling Amelia's breath on his balls as she moved up into position.

"Pull your legs up, Darling," she told him. "Open up this little bud for me."

John grabbed his legs under the knees and pulled them to his chest, causing his back to bend and his anus to tilt upward, more accessible to Amelia's mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, rubbing her hands on his ass cheeks. She leaned in and kissed his hole, making John gasp. He let out a sigh when he felt her tongue moisten him.

"Oh, that's nice," he said.

"Have you never had a rimjob before?" Amelia asked him, looking up across his body at him.

"This is my first," he replied.

"So you've never had anyone probe you with their tongue? Fuck your little hole that way?"

"Nope," he said.

"I would have thought that Jillian..." she began.

"She fingered me, but never used her mouth," John explained.

"In that case," Amelia said, and she returned her mouth to his anus.

John sighed deeply, relaxing into the sensations. He gasped as her tongue probed his hole, titillating the sensitive ring of his anal sphincter.

"Oh, God, Amelia, that feels soooo good," he said.

After licking and fucking his asshole with her tongue a few more times, Amelia climbed up and kissed him. He opened his mouth to her, curious as to how she would taste after shoving her tongue into his ass, but before he had a chance to really consider it, Amelia broke the kiss and climbed off the bed.

"Be right back, Love," she said, walking naked out the door.

John lay there in shock, unable to figure out what was going on until Amelia came back in with Penelope. They climbed up onto the bed with him, one on each side. Penelope was wearing a thin, pink nightgown that barely covered her ass and was practically see-through.

"Tell Daddy what we discussed, Darling," Amelia prompted as she settled in next to John.

"Uhm," Penelope said, blushing. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and then looked up at him through her eyelashes, biting her lip for a moment before she continued.

"I want to eat your asshole, Daddy," she said.

"You do?" John asked, surprised.

He looked over at Amelia who grinned at him devilishly.

"But didn't your mom make you eat men's asses when she was pimping you out? I thought you hated that?" John asked, turning back to Penelope.

The girl nodded. "Yeah, but I didn't know then how good I was making them feel with my little tongue," she replied.

John looked at the fourteen-year-old on the bed in front of him. Her soft, supple lips, her shoulder length, dark brown hair, the freckles across her nose, the sparkle in her blue eyes -- all had such an endearing effect on him. He reached out and gently caressed her cheek.

"And you want to shove your face into my ass and lick me there now?" he asked.

"No, Daddy," she said, climbing up next to him and kissing him. "I want you to shove my face into your ass and make me lick you there."

John's heart skipped a beat at the thought of treating this beautiful, young girl like the whore her mother had used. It both sickened him and thrilled him at the same time.

"Tell him why, Darling," Amelia prompted.

"Because," she said, stroking John's face, "my old mom made me a whore for her, but I want to be your whore, Daddy. I want you to use me. I know you love me, and I don't mind you... treating me that way."

John's cock was growing, and it drew Penelope's attention.

"What way?" he asked, hoping to draw more delicious details out of the girl.

Penelope reached down and wrapped her fingers around John's cock. Her hand felt cool against the warmth of his swelling member. She looked back up into his eyes.

"Like a dirty, little slut," she said breathlessly.

John could see her braces behind her full, sweet lips, and the awareness of just how young she was when her mother turned her into a prostitute dawned on him.

"I want to be your filthy whore, Daddy," she said.

John could see the desire and expectation in her gaze. It was the same look Becky had when she knew he was about to humiliate her in the way that she loved. Domination was somewhat new to John, but with willing partners he was growing into the role.

He reached up and put his hand on her cheek, lovingly, and then he reached around to the back of her neck and began to pull her down.

"Lick my asshole, you dirty bitch," he growled quietly.

Penelope whimpered and resisted as he shoved her face down between his cheeks.

"Spread them apart and lick me," he ordered.

She pushed his cheeks open and looked at his anus in front of her. John pulled on her head until her mouth was planted firmly on his exposed crack.

"Lick it, you little shit," he growled.

When he felt her soft, wet tongue touch him, he knew he was in heaven. Amelia's probing had been so skillful, but this was hesitant and therefore more tender. The lack of skill actually made it hotter for him as he looked down at this beautiful child with her mouth against his shitter.

"Ohhhhh, yessss," John purred. "Lick it, you little whore."

Penelope began to slide her tongue across his opening, slathering it with her saliva.

"You're doing wonderfully, John," Amelia whispered in his ear. "She wants to be used. Treat her like an object."

John's dick was so hard from being turned on by this. He never in his life before would have thought that making a fourteen-year-old girl eat him out could turn him on like this, but his cock announced for anyone to see that he was definitely loving this.

"Yes, lick it, bitch," he ordered. "Spread me wide. Get your face down in there and clean my dirty ass."

He pressed hard on the back of Penelope's head, and he felt the scrape of her braces against the inside of his ass cheek. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face up from him. She was shocked by that, but not as shocked as when he slapped her across the mouth.

"Keep your goddamn braces off my ass, you little cunt," he said.

Despite the tear that streamed down Penelope's face, he could see that her eyes were still full of lust.

"Do you hear me, whore?" he asked, shaking her by the fistful of hair.

She nodded almost imperceptibly, which was about all she could do with the way he held her by her hair.

John slapped her again.

"Open your mouth and speak to me, bitch," he said.

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Yes, what?" he demanded.

"Yes, Daddy," she replied.

John smiled as he shoved her face back down.

"Good girl," he said. "Now lick it. Spread them again and lick me good."

Penelope spread his ass cheeks apart again and proceeded to make love to his anus. Amelia turned John's face to her and kissed him.

"Use the fuck out of her, John," Amelia told him. "Own her. Make her your whore. There will be times when you two make gentle love to each other like you did on your date, but this is not one of those times."

"I understand," John replied.

"Good," Amelia said, and she kissed him deeply.

He relaxed into the soft sensation of kissing the woman's mouth and the tantalizing sensation of the girl between his cheeks. He humped his ass against her mouth. When Amelia broke away from their kiss, he returned to verbally abusing Penelope.

"Yes, you stupid cunt. Lick it! That's all you're good for, you little whore. It's the dirtiest place on my body, and you're licking it. Make love to it, bitch. Show me how much you love licking my dirty asshole."

Penelope threw herself into the rimjob. It really did look like she was enjoying herself. She mewled and whimpered as she lapped at him.

"Atta girl," John told her. "Now I want you to shove your tongue in there. I want to feel you fucking my dirty shit hole with that sweet, pink tongue of yours."

Penelope pushed her tongue against his entrance.

"Stick it out. Make it hard and shove it into me," John ordered.

He put both hands on the back of her head and pushed his ass up against her mouth and tongue. He gasped at the sensation as he felt her penetrate him.

"Ah! Fuck! Yes!" he cried out. "Now fuck me, Penelope. Shove your tongue into me over and over. Taste the inside of my dirty ass, you worthless bitch!"

Penelope stuck her tongue out rigid and shoved her face against his crack over and over, pushing herself into him, fucking him over and over.

"Yes!" John cried out, the sensation bringing him closer to his impending climax. "Clean me up, you fucking whore."

"She's doing quite a number on you," Amelia commented.

"I might even pay her for this," John said. "How much do you give an asswhore for a good tongue fuck? Five dollars?"

He heard Penelope whimper, and he knew that he's struck a chord. He'd suspected that her mother had insulted the girl with the prices she charged to let men fuck her. He was hoping to touch on that pain and increase the depth of the humiliation that Penelope was seeking to come to terms with.

"Fuck me good, you cheap little five dollar whore," he said, pushing his ass up to meet her mouth.

The sensations in John's body were growing. The tingling in his ass was exquisite. He started stroking his cock as he looked down at the fourteen-year-old eating him out. He was close to cumming. As he felt his load about to blow, he pulled Penelope up by the hair and aimed his dick at her sweet face. It only took a few more strokes until he shot out a stream of cum onto her. Penelope closed her eyes tight.

"Open your mouth, bitch," John ordered, and when she did, he shoved his squirting cock into it, fucking against her tongue as he unloaded into her, pumping her lips and filling her mouth with his seed.

When his dick finally started to deflate, after Penelope had sucked all the cum from it, Amelia leaned over and licked his cum from the girl's face. She pulled Penelope's hair, tilting the girl's head back and causing her to open her mouth. Amelia spit John's cum onto her waiting tongue.

"You did a good job, you little whore," John told her.

Penelope smiled, revealing her braces.

"Come here, Precious," he said, and Penelope climbed up into his lap.

John kissed her, savoring the mixture of flavors in the girl's mouth.

"I love you, Penelope," he told her.

"I love you, too, Daddy," she replied. "That's why I wanted you to use me. I hated being a whore for my mom, and I couldn't wait to get out of it. But I want to be your whore for the rest of my life. I want you to use me, Daddy."

"I'm not done using you yet, Precious," John told her.

Penelope smiled again.

"I want to feel your pussy, Penelope," John told her.

He rolled onto his side and pulled her up next to him so that he could spoon her. She lay curled up in front of him, with her back to his belly, fitting perfectly in the curve of his body. One of John's arms went under her head, serving as a pillow for her, and the other wrapped around her. He reached under her nightie and found her little cunt and slipped his fingers into her folds.

"Oh you got so wet eating Daddy's ass, didn't you, Sweetie?" he asked.

"Unh," Penelope gasped as John's fingers pushed into her wet pussy. "Yes, Daddy. I loved getting used by you."

"Did you like it when I came all over your face and marked you as my little whore?"

"Ohhhh, yes, Daddyyyyy," she crooned.

John wasn't sure if she was answering his question or responding to his touch. He didn't care, though, at this point.

"Only sluts get wet from eating ass, you dirty bitch."

As John teased her little twat with his fingers, she squirmed against him, pressing her pert, tight ass against his cock which was beginning to swell again.

"Speaking of ass," John continued. "Did any of your mom's boyfriends ever fuck you in your ass, Penelope?"

"Nuh uh," she responded dreamily as he continued to finger her pussy.

"Good," John replied. "Then I'll be your first, and you'll be mine."

He looked across the girl's body at Amelia who was taking this all in stride. He saw her reach down between her own legs when he mentioned taking Penelope anally. He wanted to get a sense from Amelia whether he was going to far or not. He was relieved and excited when he saw her mouth the word "yes".

"I'm going to fuck this cute ass of yours, Penelope. I'm going to make you my anal whore. I'm going to shove my dick into your shit hole and fuck you until I cum."

Penelope whimpered.

"And when I'm through with you, I'm going to suck the cum out of you and spit it into your mouth so you can taste what it's like to be ass raped by your Daddy."

"Oh god," the girl murmured.

John pulled his wet fingers out of Penelope's soaking wet pussy and rubbed them against her anus. After wetting the outside of her hole, he pushed his middle finger against her tight sphincter.

"Squeeze against me," he told her, and when she did, the tip of his finger got through to the first knuckle.

"Shit!" Penelope cried at the strange feeling.

"It feels big, doesn't it?" John goaded. "Just imagine how much my cock is going to stretch you."

"It's going to hurt me, isn't it, Daddy?" she asked.

"Yes," John replied. "It's going to hurt a lot. Especially when I start using you hard, fucking you good until I cum in you."

Penelope whimpered in fear.

"Are you ready for me to hurt you, Baby?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy," she responded.

John shoved his finger deeper into her, spreading her and filling her.

"Agh!" she cried out.

John began to fuck her ass slowly, pulling out and pushing into her, getting her used to the feeling of having his finger invade her hole.

"You're nice and tight for Daddy, aren't you, little whore?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy. Oh god, yes," Penelope responded.

Amelia caught John's gaze as she fingered herself on the bed next to them. "Two fingers," she mouthed.

John pulled his finger out of Penelope's ass and pushed his middle finger into her cunt, getting it wet. Then he pushed both of his fingers into her ass. She cried out and turned to look at him over her shoulder.

"You said you were ready for me to hurt you, little slut," John reminded her.

"It hurts so bad, Daddy," she whimpered.

"Good. You want me to hurt you, don't you?"

Penelope nodded.

"Yes, Daddy. I like it. Hurt me more," she said, looking at him.

John noted the flare of her nostrils, the furrow of her brow. This little teenager's body was in full fight-or-flight mode, and she was choosing to lie here and take the abuse.

"Do it, Daddy," she said. "Hurt me good. Use me. I want to be your first anal whore. I need it, Daddy."

John's heart leapt at this fourteen-year-old girl begging him to hurt her. As she looked him in the eye, he started fucking her ass with two fingers. The pain etched on her face was exciting. He never knew how much he could enjoy sadism. But with Becky and now Penelope wanting him to humiliate and torture them, it opened up the caged beast inside him.

John leaned in to push his mouth against Penelope's. She parted her lips to him, receiving his tongue into her mouth as she received his fingers into her ass. When he broke the kiss, he could see on her face that despite the pain, she wanted him. He pulled his fingers out of her ass and grabbed his cock.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he told her.

Penelope nodded, still gazing at him over her shoulder.

"Do it, Daddy," she said. "Use me."

John pushed his dick into her pussy and pumped it a few times to get it good and wet with her copious juices before taking it out and pressing it against her anus. He shoved it into her, and he watched her mouth open in a silent scream as she held her breath. Once the head was past her tight ring, she gasped several times, and he noticed tears running down her cheek.

"It hurts so bad," she whimpered, and the pain she exhibited drove him wild.

"Beg me for it," he ordered her. "Beg me to rip you open with my huge dick. Beg me to make you cry, you little bitch."

"Please, Daddy," she whined. "Please, please."

"Please what?" he goaded.

"Please hurt me. Please fuck me hard and make me cry. I want you to hurt me."

"I'm going to hurt you so bad, Penelope. I'm going to use you, and I'm going to love watching you cry as I fuck the shit out of you. You're just a worthless whore, aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me hard," she begged. "I'm so worthless. All I'm good for is fucking. I just want to be your anal fucktoy."

John caught Amelia's eye again and noticed how turned on she was. She was fucking herself with her fingers, breathing hard. She nodded to him and mouthed "fuck her."

John pushed his dick deep into Penelope's tight ass.

"Aaaaaggghhhhh," she cried as he spread her sphincter wide.

"Yes, hurt for me you worthless, little shit," John growled.

He pulled back and slammed his dick deep into her. Tears poured from Penelope's eyes. He was completely shocked at how much her pain turned him on, but he knew that she wanted this. He pulled back and slammed into her again and again, making her gasp and cry each time. She began to sob in earnest, and John found himself grinning at the torture he was putting this fourteen-year-old through.

"Take it! Take my dick. You worthless. Piece of. Shit!" he groaned, punctuating his words with thrust up into her bowels.

"Yes, John!" Amelia cried out. "Oh god, use her!"

John reached around Penelope's body again and found her pussy. He shoved two fingers into her and started fucking her cunt with them as he fucked her ass with his dick.

"I'm going to cum in you," he said.

"Yes!" Penelope cried between her sobs.

He felt her pussy gush on his fingers, and then the pressure of her vaginal walls fluttering against them told him that the girl was cumming.

"Yes, cum for me, you little bitch. Show Daddy how much you love being raped in the ass. You love it when I hurt you like this. Don't you?"

Penelope nodded, unable to speak as she held her breath against the flood crashing over her. Feeling this teenager cum from his anal abuse thrilled John, and he knew that between the sadims and the tight pressure of her asshole squeezing his cock almost to death, he was definitely about to cum.

"You dirty, little whore," he growled. "I'm going to cum in you and show you what you're good for, you slut."

John hammered her ass harder and harder until he felt the familiar clench in his balls. His cock strained against the pressure of her tight sphincter as he shot his load into her.

"YES!" Penelope cried out, feeling his hot cum inside her. "USE ME, DADDY. FILL ME UP LIKE THE WHORE THAT I AM!"

"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH," he groaned.

John was beyond words as his head spun with one of the most intense climaxes of his life. Every spurt into this teen ass was like an explosion of electricity inside his cock. His balls were struggling to push his seed through her tight hole, but despite the setback, his body succeeded in filling her with his hot jizz.

The three of them lay panting as their orgasms washed over them.

"That was amazing, Penelope," Amelia told the girl.

She leaned in and kissed the teenager's tear-stained cheeks.

"Isn't it wonderful to surrender yourself completely to be used by someone you trust?" Amelia asked.

Penelope nodded.

"You were amazing, Precious," John told her, kissing her neck as his dick continued spasming and squirting inside of her.

Eventually, the blood drained from his dick, and her tight hole squeezed him out. True to his promise, John went down on Penelope's ass and sucked his cum from her. Then he climbed back up next to her and turned her head to him so that he could spit it into her mouth.

"You're an amazing whore," Amelia told her. "Watching you cry as you took Daddy's cock in your tight bum was one of the hottest acts I have ever witnessed."

"Thank you, Mommy," Penelope said quietly.

"Ah, I imagine you're quite tired, aren't you?" Amelia asked.

Penelope nodded, closing her eyes.

"Rest here with us tonight, Love," she told the girl. "You've earned your place in Mummy and Daddy's bed for the night."

As Penelope closed her eyes and gave in to her body's fatigue, Amelia reached across the girl to stroke John's cheek.

"You were amazing, too," she told him.

John beamed at her praise.

"I never knew I could do that... that I could enjoy making a little girl cry," he said.

"You enjoyed it, then?" Amelia asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Yes," he replied. "Is that okay?"

"It's quite good, actually," she responded. "Many don't have the constitution to physically dominate a child like you did -- at least not without being downright mean about it. I need you to be capable of both receiving and doling out punishment with these girls, and you have proven exceptional at both."

John smiled.

"You showed Penelope tonight that she could find freedom by giving herself over to the kind of torture that broke her before. You redeemed those vile acts against her body and taught her that she could own them and choose to feel them on her own terms."

"No," John replied. "You taught her those things. I was just your instrument."

Amelia smiled at him.

"You're quite right," she said. "I used you as much as you used Penelope."

"Mmmmm," John groaned, giving in to his own fatigue. "I like it when you use me."