The Dollhouse

Amelia tried to stifle her squeal as she read her email. It was rare to see the British woman show her emotions that way rather than suppressing them. John supposed that living in a house with seven American girls was taking its toll on her British composure.

"Amelia, I've never heard you make a noise like that before. What's going on?" John asked.

"My father is coming to visit," she told him, pressing her hands to her cheeks. "Oh, John, I haven't seen him in ages!"

She rushed over to the loveseat and threw herself down on it as if she had fainted. Her hand even lay palm-up on her forehead, and she didn't seem to care that her skirt was sliding up her thigh.

"Oh, John, I can't wait!" she sighed.

"I'm so happy for you, Honey, but... I have to admit that it's strange to see you react to... well, anything this way," he replied.

"You don't understand, John. He's my world. He's my Daddy. Imagine spending your days fucking Madison every day, any time you wanted and then suddenly not having her pussy to comfort your cock. But, he's coming... oh, John, my heart is racing."

John smiled, amused to see Amelia this way.

"Well, what do we need to do to prepare? Will he stay here? Can he stay here? How does this work?" John asked.

"Oh, John, Darling," Amelia said, sitting up. "I'm so terribly sorry. I have to kick you out of my bed. I'm going to be sleeping with Daddy while he's here."

John paused for a moment, realizing what she'd already told him -- that she loved her father more than she loved anyone -- even him. But the happiness on her face made him ready to do anything for her.

"Of course," he said, sliding in next to her on the loveseat. "Whatever you need, Amelia." He took her hands in his. "I love you, and I want you to be happy."

"Oh, John," she sighed, "you're such a good man. I hate to ask this, but... well, I've never been in a relationship with someone as wonderful as you before..."

John smiled at her praise. "Anything, Amelia, just ask it."

"Well, when I was married, I always wanted to make my husband an active cuckold to my father. I was cuckolding him anyway, to be sure, but I wanted him to know how much I prefer sex with my father over any other man. When he finally found out, it drove him away, ended our marriage. I know we're not married, and we've never really defined our relationship, but..." She looked up at him with such pleading in her eyes. "I would love for you to let me cuckold you with my Daddy, John."

John wasn't completely sure what would be involved in what she was asking, but he knew he would do anything for her.

"What... exactly would I have to do?" he asked tentatively.

"I have to say, John," she said, squeezing his hands, "that the fact that you haven't run screaming from the room makes me love you even more already."

John smiled at her and waited as she composed herself. Amelia took a deep breath.

"I want you to suck my father's cock while I watch-- not to bring him to orgasm -- just to prepare him for me."

"Like a fluffer?" John asked. He remembered the time Amelia had Julie fluff him before he fucked Tansy's tied up body, and it made his dick throb.

"Yes, exactly!" she said. "And I want you to clean us... afterward. I want you to watch me fuck my father, knowing that while he's here, my pussy belongs to him and not you. I want you to submit to my love for him by licking his cum out of me and swallowing it. And I want you to lick his cock clean of our commingled juices."

"Woah," John gasped. His head was spinning at the thought of being submissive by his lover in this way.

"I want to humiliate you, John, as a way of showing my father how much he means to me."

The look in Amelia's eyes was so sincere that it made his heart beat faster.

He'd been humiliated before by the senator when she came for Halloween, and before he was hired at The Dollhouse, Sharon had dominated him at her sex club. He knew that he liked humiliation. Before he started working here, he probably would have even described himself exclusively as a submissive. Amelia had helped him open up his dominant side, and now he was happy to be a switch. In truth, he hadn't had enough opportunities to submit.

"I'll do anything for you, Amelia," he said. "I want you to humiliate me in front of your father. I'll suck his cock, eat his cum, grovel before him. I'll even lick his ass if you want me to."

Amelia's heart swelled at John's words.

"Oh, Darling," she said, taking his face in her hands and kissing him. "I love you. I need you to know that. You are so incredible and special to me. Just not ever as special as my father."

Her words made his stomach turn with envy, and he remembered how much he loved being treated this way.

---

John was surprised at dinner that night to find out that several of the girls already knew Amelia's father. He had been by to visit her about a year before John started counseling her.

"Grandad Harrison is coming?" Becky shouted. "Oh, Daddy, you'll love him. He's like a big, English teddy bear," she explained.

"You mean like Paddington Bear?" Julie asked.

"Not quite so furry, but close," Amelia remarked, making the girls "ooooo" in response.

"Will Grandad be sleeping with you again?" Tansy asked, glancing at John out of the corner of her eye.

"Yes, of course," Amelia said. dabbing the corners of her mouth with her napkin. "I've made it clear to Daddy that Grandad will be the only man fucking me while he's here."

"Won't that make Daddy sad?" Abby asked, her head cocked to one side.

"It's okay, Angel," John told her. "It will be just like Mommy watching me fuck you girls instead of her. I know how much she loves her own Daddy, and I want her to be happy with him."

"Where will you sleep, Daddy?" Madison asked.

Somehow, when his little twelve-year-old daughter used the word "Daddy" she was able to imbue it with something more than the other girls. Perhaps it was the fact that he knew now that she was his own natural daughter. That word from her lips made his dick hard and wet with pre-cum every time.

"I'll sleep with you girls, I suppose," he said.

"My bed's bigger than theirs," Hannah said, looking at him through her eyelashes.

"And Hannah's like our second Mommy," Abby's nine-year-old voice chimed, "so that makes sense that you'd use your second Mommy when your first one is busy."

"That makes perfect sense, Abby," Hannah said, winking at her. "Yes, use me, Daddy," she said, turning to John and emphasizing the word Abby had innocently used.

"No fair!" Penelope jumped in. "You should take turns, sleeping with a different one of us each night. How long will Grandad be here?"

"Only a few days, I'm sorry to say," Amelia replied. "I'll leave you lot to figure out the arrangements. I love you all, but I don't give a fuck how you sort yourselves out."

The girls gasped to hear Amelia speak this way.

"I mean that in the nicest way, of course," she corrected herself, "in that I trust you to work it out maturely and amicably." The return of her demeanor was a relief to the girls. "But I will require Daddy's services at some point while I'm making love to my father."

"Ooooo, a threesome?" Becky teased.

"On the contrary. I mean to humiliate Daddy by cuckolding him with my father."

"What's that mean?" Abby asked.

"It means that I want Daddy to watch me fuck my father and to know that he won't be having any of my pussy while my own Daddy is here. I want to humiliate him by having him suck my Daddy's cock, fluffing him for me. And then I want him to clean my Daddy's cum out of my pussy."

"Holy shit," Becky exclaimed. "I didn't know you were such a domme, Mommy."

"Lest you fear that I don't love Daddy anymore, let me explain that I most certainly do. I just love my father more, and I want John to experience that by participating in a humiliating way."

"And girls," John added. "I need you to know that I want to do this. As much as I love humiliating and dominating all of you, you saw how much I loved being used by Sharon when she was here."

The girls all nodded.

"Well, this is a chance for me to give something to Mommy. And when she's done with me, I'll be so horny, and I'll get to come spend my nights with you."

"Yay!" Julie and Abby clapped. Madison reached over and took John's hand.

"Whose pussy are you going to fall asleep in, Daddy?" Becky asked seductively.

"What makes you think I'm only going to want one pussy each night, Becky?" he replied.

"I know!" Penelope called out. "Let's have a slumberorgy!"

Everyone loved the idea and started chatting about it while Amelia excused herself and slipped away to her room.

"Have you ever been cuckolded before?" Hannah asked, slipping into Amelia's abandoned seat next to John to better talk to him while the younger girls chatted away, planning their orgy.

"No. I'm nervous," he admitted. "What's it like when you watch me fuck other girls?" he asked her.

"Excruciating," she replied. "After you and I fucked the first time, I cried watching you sink your dick into someone else. But... at the same time, it's really beautiful. I mean your cock is so amazing that it wouldn't be right not to share it."

John put his hand on her thigh and squeezed it.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he said.

"Don't be, Daddy. It's worth it. As much as I feel jealous, I also get so turned on watching you fuck the other girls and Mommy. The hurt is part of the fun."

"I hope so," he said.

"So have you ever sucked a man's cock before?" she asked.

"No," he answered. "That's... going to be weird."

"Just think about making him feel good," Hannah offered.

Becky heard them talking and offered her two cents as well.

"Worship it, Daddy. Make him feel like his dick is the only thing that matters in your world."

"Yes," Tansy concurred. "It's so nice to get lost in the texture. How it's so rigid, but so soft at the same time."

"The veins are my favorite part," Penelope offered.

"Are you going to let him rape your throat?" Becky asked.

"I don't know," John said, taken aback. "I have no idea what he's like? What's he like?"

"He's really sweet to us," Tansy said.

"I saw his dick last time he was here," Becky told them. "Okay, sucked him off. I know it's against the rules since he's not a therapist, but... I wanted to offer my body to him. He's just so... normal. Hairy, fat, bald."

"Like your uncle?" John asked, referring to the man that abused Becky.

"Ha! Good guess," she replied. "Close. Like one of his business partners that... used me."

"Just let him use you, Daddy," Julie offered. "It feels good to know that you can make someone's penis feel good by letting them have their own way with you."

John looked around the room gratefully at his little wards all offering him their advice on how to suck a man off.

"Thank you, girls. You're really helping me."

"We could get out the dildos and teach you some things," Becky offered.

---

After clearing the table and washing the dishes, John and the girls went out into the livingroom. Hannah brought the dildos that Becky had been using to train her to deepthroat. John watched as the girls showed him how to treat it lovingly, rubbing it lovingly on their faces before kissing and licking the shaft and then taking it into their mouths.

John got incredibly hard watching the girls make love to their toys. But when Becky put one in his hand, he felt shy and hesitant to actually try what they showed him.

"Close your eyes," Tansy suggested. "And just rub it on your face."

John tried it, imagining that it belonged to a fat, sweaty man. He felt... debased. And with the girls watching, he felt even more embarrassed. He savored the sensation of letting himself drift lightly into sub-space as he opened his mouth and took the veiny toy in.

"Yes, Daddy," Becky encouraged. "That's so good. Make him think that you love it. Worship his shaft, his rod. The cock is your god, and his cum is your salvation."

John's heart sank, and he embraced the humiliation of letting his mouth be used.

"Make him believe that you love it," Hannah told him. "Show him what a slut you are for his dick. Prove to him that he's better than you. That your mouth exists for his pleasure."

Hannah took the dildo and started fucking John's mouth with it. She showed him how to hold the base to keep it from going too deep and gagging him, how to make it sloppy so that he could use those hands to stroke the base of the dick while his mouth caressed the rest of it.

"You look so hot, Daddy," Tansy told him.

Abby decided she wanted to try too, and the girls gave her a dildo to play with. John and Abby took turns making love to their toys, encouraging each other.

"You did a really good job, Daddy," Hannah told him. "And now let us reward you with our mouths."

John leaned back as the girls all gathered around his knees clamoring to take him into their mouths. John had Madison and Abby come up and sit next to him and take their blouses off so that he could enjoy their little chests while the bigger girls took turns sucking him. Becky made the little girls switch places with her and Tansy, and John groped their ample breasts while Madison and Abby each tried taking him into their mouths. Eventually, John's breathing became labored, and he knew he was close to orgasm.

All of the girls got on their knees in front of him and opened their mouths. The sight of all seven of them waiting like baby birds drove him over the edge, and he shot his load out onto them. He coated their faces and blasted their waiting tongues. After his orgasm subsided, he watched as the girls hungrily licked each other's faces clean. He collapsed onto the couch, enjoying the sight of the girls kissing and licking each other. It took him a moment to realize that none of them were swallowing. Then he saw Tansy spitting a wad of his cum into Abby's mouth before licking the nine-year-old's face clean and spitting that into her mouth, too. Abby did the same to Madison, then Madison crawled up into his lap with her lips pressed tightly together.

"Open up, Daddy," Becky prompted, and the girls gathered around to watch Madison feed him the cum they had snowballed between themselves. The sight of his little daughter spitting the frothy, white mixture from her ruby lips onto his waiting tongue was so incredibly erotic to him. After filling his mouth, Madison kissed him, probing his lips with her tongue.

"Imagine that it's Grandad's cum, Daddy," Becky told him. "Imagine he came on our faces and now you have to eat it."

"You're just his cleanup bitch, Daddy," Tansy said.

"Eat his cum, Daddy. Taste it. Love it. You're just a cumdump for him," Penelope said.

As John closed his eyes and swallowed the cum, he let himself sink into the idea of eating Harrison's load. It sickened him in such a delicious way.

"Yes, Daddy," Julie gasped. "You swallowed his filthy jizz just like a whore. It's so fucking hot."

John opened his eyes to see Madison's face beaming down at him.

"Julie is really turned on, Daddy. I think she needs you," his daughter said.

Julie's fingers were buried in her cunt, thrusting into herself with abandon.

"Sit on my face, my little Cherry," John told her, laying back. "The rest of you start sucking my cock again. Get me hard so that I can take Julie."

The redhead thirteen-year-old whimpered as she climbed up onto the couch, straddling John's face. He moaned as she lowered her hairless, soaking wet pussy onto his mouth. Her smell was sweet, and she tasted salty as he slipped his tongue up between her folds, making her gasp. He felt little hands rubbing his body, caressing his cock. It was amazing to have six girls giving attention to his dick, unable to see what they were doing. He felt their tongues licking him. Occasionally a mouth would envelop him entirely, sucking him to life as another mouth sucked his testicles. It didn't take long until John was hard again.

He sat up, throwing Julie's scrawny body down onto the couch. The other girls cleared away and watched as he laid her down, spread her legs and started shoving himself into her pussy.

"I'm going to fuck you, Julie," he said, looking into her eyes.

"Please, Daddy!" she begged. "I got so turned on thinking about how dirty it is for you to eat another man's cum. You're just a dumb slut like all of us."

"Yes," John moaned as he sank into her.

"Fuck me, you dumb bitch," Julie cried. "God, I want to watch Grandad humiliate you. I want to see you on your knees taking his cock into your mouth."

Julie ran her fingers through her hair with one hand while the other was pinching her nipple. The sight of this little girl so worked up over the very idea of his submissiveness was so incredibly hot to him.

"He's going to shove it in my mouth, Julie," John said, making her moan. "I'm going to let him rape my lips."

"He's not as long as you, Daddy, but his dick is thick," Becky offered from the sidelines, watching.

"I hope he chokes you and makes you gag on him over and over," Julie moaned.

"Oh, God, Julie, I want that too!" John cried.

"You'll be his dumb sissy whore," Tansy said, chiming in.

"YES!" John cried, fucking Julie harder.

"I wish he would rape all of us and make you watch," Julie moaned. "Watch him please us all like you never could."

"Because you're so worthless, Daddy," Penelope added.

"I wish it was his cock inside of me now, not yours," Julie moaned.

"Holy fuck," Becky gasped at Julie's humiliating fantasy.

"I want you to watch him rape me, Daddy, and then eat his cum out of me!"

Despite having just cum, Julie's fantasy was driving John insane. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Oh, Grandad," Julie moaned, and her pussy gushed all over John's dick. "Oh, Harrison!"

She clenched John's cock with her vaginal spasms as she dreamed of another man's erection inside of her. It was the last straw for John, and he shot his load into Julie's pussy.

"Ohhhhhhohh, fuck, Julie! Fuck!" he cried as he came in her.

The other girls watched as John and Julie climaxed together until John caught his breath and sat up with Julie still impaled on himself.

"Where did that come from, child?" he asked.

"I don't know, Daddy. I just... I got so turned on. I hope I didn't hurt your feelings. I really love you, Daddy," she said, wrapping her arms around him.

"It's okay, my Cherry," he said, hugging her back. "It was an incredible fantasy. I know you love me. Humiliation is a powerful tool. If you want... I mean, we'll have to check with Mommy first, but we could probably do some sessions where you humiliate me."

"Oh, yes, Daddy!" Julie cried out, throwing her arms around him. "I could do things to you like my foster mom did to me. I could piss in your mouth and make you drink it."

John didn't remember reading that in Julie's chart, so he wondered what other things her foster mother did to her that she hadn't confessed yet. Whatever it was, though, he knew he'd be willing to let Julie work it out on him.

---

Harrison Pritchett arrived just before dinner the next day. The girls who knew him were all excited to see him. It was charming to watch Becky and Tansy flocking to him and kissing him on the cheeks.

"'Ello, 'ello, my little birds," Harrison said, greeting the girls.

The man looked nothing like John expected. He'd always imagined a James Bond type of older man fucking young Amelia in his mind, but this fellow reminded John more of Winston Churchill. He was short and pudgy with balding black hair and bushy black brows over his beady brown eyes. Whereas John had been afraid of feeling threatened by an imposing Sean Connery or Timothy Dalton, he was greeted instead by a fat C.S. Lewis.

"Harrison, welcome to The Dollhouse," John said, extending his hand to the man.

"You must be John," he said, shaking John's hand. "Heard so much about you. My Millie never stops singing your praises."

His accent was different than Amelia's as well. While she spoke in the refined Received Pronunciation, what most people refer to as the Queen's English, Harrison sounded a lot more, well, common and lowbrow.

Millie? John mused. He had never heard anyone call her anything but Amelia or Mommy, so it took him by surprise. But if anyone was going to call her by a nickname, of course it would be her father, the man who raised her.

"Daddy!" Amelia cried out as she entered the great room from her office. She covered her mouth with her hands. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at her father.

"Millie, my pet," Harrison said, opening his arms. Amelia ran into them, and they each enveloped the other in a big hug.

The girls all awwwwed as they watch their Mommy and Grandad embrace each other.

"Oh you must be starved, Daddy," Amelia said, breaking the hug and looking at him at arm's length.

"I am a bit peckish, truth be told," he replied, patting his round belly.

"John, would you take Daddy's things into my bedroom? Girls, let's set the table for dinner," Amelia said, taking her father's arm and leading him to the dining room.

As John gathered Harrison's bags, he watched them go, Amelia hanging on her father's arm. And I was relegated to being his bellhop, John smiled to himself thinking that the cuckolding had already begun. He took Harrison's bags into her room. Not their room -- hers.

When John got to the dining room, everyone was at the table, and Harrison was sitting in his seat. There were no other places set.

"John, be a dear and serve the food," Amelia said. She glanced meaningfully toward the counter, and there was an apron there. She apparently wanted him to wear it, so he put it on. It was the frilly one Hannah usually wore. It looked lovely, so domestic, when she wore it. On John, it was clearly meant to be demeaning. He felt his stomach sink, knowing that his humiliation truly had begun.

As he brought the food to the table, he was forced to listen to Amelia and Harrison talk about him as if I wasn't there.

"So you finally hired a cock to fuck the girl's fannies, I see?" Harrison said.

"Indeed," Amelia replied coolly.

"Does he fuck your twat as well?"

Amelia smiled at he father coquettishly and said, "Only when there's not a better cock around."

John saw Hannah glance at him. He smiled at her to let her know that he was okay.

"Still won't let me fuck 'em, though?" Harrison asked bluntly.

"Father," Amelia returned. "I've told you. We have rules that must be followed. We're skirting the very edge of the law as it is."

"But I bet Rebecca here will be coming of age soon," Harrison said, giving Becky a lewd wink.

"Grandad!" Becky pretended to protest as she pulled her top open more for him to see. "Can't wait to get your whistle wet inside me?"

"I'd love to take you into the bushes, Honey," Harrison told her. "I'd have to shove your panties in your mouth to keep you from screaming as I worked you over, you little cunt."

Becky's eyes got big, and she opened her mouth like she was appalled, but John could see that she was enjoying the repartee with Harrison.

"I'll have to make sure to invite you to my eighteenth birthdya party, old man," she teased.

"And what about you, Love?" Harrison asked Hannah.

"Oh, hello, sir," Hannah said, offering her hand. "I'm Hannah."

Harrison took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it.

"You're quite lovely, Dear," he said. "And new."

"Hannah is an employee, Daddy," Amelia informed him. "She assists with instructing the girls in their lessons and in the operations of the house."

"Per'aps you could offer me some instruction," Harrison said.

"In what?" Hannah asked.

"Getting your knickers down to your ankles," he said.

Hannah laughed nervously, but she was obviously charmed by Harrison's game.

"Daddy," Amelia said, drawing his attention away from Hannah. "She is of age and welcome to make her own decisions about who she does and doesn't want to fuck. But I had hoped that..." Amelia's eyes smouldered as she looked at her father. "...you and I might spend some time together first."

Harrison smiled broadly.

"And what about dear old John, eh?" Harrison asked.

"He knows his place," Amelia replied, never breaking eye contact with her father.

"I don't think I'll be needing dessert tonight, Johnny, my boy," Harrison said to him but looking at Amelia. "I'll be having something sweet in the bedroom instead."

---

John spent the rest of dinner, standing at attention as everyone else ate. Afterward, he started to clear the table, but Amelia stopped him.

"Hannah and the girls will be cleaning up tonight. You have other duties."

John handed Hannah her apron. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and wished him luck before John followed Amelia and Harrison to the bedroom. They made John undress in front of them which felt weirdly humiliating. He'd been naked around men before, changing in the locker room at the gym -- which is always uncomfortable. But this took on a different feel, having the woman he loved and her father stare at him as he undressed. Knowing that it was sexual but that the sexuality was not for his own benefit added to the humiliation.

When John was done, Amelia had him undress her father which pushed the humiliation up tenfold. John unbuttoned Harrison's shirt to reveal his hairy, round chest and belly. John slipped Harrison's loafers off his feet, and saw that the man's socks were the suspension kind, held up by garters. When he took off Harrison's pants, though, was the moment he felt the most humiliated. Seeing a dick that was clearly smaller than his own, a stumpy thing, and knowing that Amelia was choosing to fuck that instead of him -- it felt like a punch to the stomach.

Once her father was undressed, she had Harrison undress her instead of John, further distancing him from her body. John watched as Harrison's hungry eyes drank in Amelia's beauty and his hands grabbed at her clothes, stripping them away. She looked at John as her father disrobed her. Her gaze was almost impassive, but there was also a degree of smugness that actually turned John on. As her breasts were bared, she stuck out her chest and pulled her father's face to her, offering a nipple for him to suckle. John's cock stirred.

Once she was naked, Amelia ordered John to my knees.

"Make my father hard, Johnny," she said. "Use your mouth."

John looked at Harrison's wrinkled, shriveled dick with disdain. He wagged it at John, taunting him.

"Come on, Johnny," he teased. "Give us a suck."

"Kiss it," Amelia ordered.

John brought his face to Harrison's crotch and pressed his lips to the man's dick. John felt it stir, and it made his own cock swell. He thought about the things the girls had told him: Worship it. Make him think you love it. But Julie's words were the most powerful: "It feels good to know that you can make someone's penis feel good by letting them use you."

John kissed Harrison's cock again with an open mouth and let out a moan. Then he took it in his hand and lifted it up, rubbing it on his face.

"Bloody hell!" Harrison swore.

Amelia looked down with pride at her lover debasing himself for her father's pleasure. When John took Harrison's swelling dick into his mouth and began to suck on it, she gasped.

"Yes, John," she encouraged. "Suck him. Fill him. Make his cock swell so that he can put it in me."

The thought of Harrison fucking Amelia while he watched turned John on. He knew that he was having an effect on Harrison's cock, and it made him feel proud. The dirtiness of sucking another man's penis made him feel incredible.

"Suck it, you filthy tosser," Harrison groaned.

John moaned as he bobbed his head on Harrison's cock, slobbering on it, sucking it until it was rigid and hard. Then Amelia grabbed John by the hair and pulled him off of Harrison's dick.

"Let's tie him to the chair so he can't even masturbate while he's forced to watch," she said to her father.

Harrison led John over to the chair and held his hands in place while Amelia used her stockings to tie them down. She tied his wrists to the armrests and with another pair of stockings tied his ankles to the chair legs. She lifted his chin to make him look at her, and she blew him a kiss before taking her father's hand and leading him to the bed.

John squirmed and twitched. His dick was so hard it was aching, but there was nothing he could do to alleviate his perverted itch. He watched in awe as Harrison climbed on top of his daughter's thin body. She spread her legs to him.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she begged.

John saw Harrison's dick sink into Amelia's pretty, pink pussy. Her wetness and arousal was obvious from the sound of his dick squishing into her completely.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, putting her hands on his hairy shoulders.

"My Millie," he grunted as he sank in her to the hilt.

John groaned, desperate to stroke himself, but all he could do was watch Harrison's balls swing as he fucked his daughter, his own child, in front of John. Her cries of pleasure were genuine. His moans of lust were sincere. And it didn't take long until John saw Harrison's balls clenching as the man filled his little girl's cunt with his seed. It oozed out between their union, dripping from her pussy lips and running down her taint to pool in her asshole.

John gasped as Harrison withdraw his shiny, sloppy member from her. He walked over to John. Amelia watched as John opened his mouth to receive Harrison's dick. The look on his face was one of revulsion as Harrison held him by the hair and shoved his cock into John's open mouth. It only took a heartbeat, though, before John started sucking the frothy semen off the man.

"Swallow it down, mate," Harrison said, cheerily. "Be a good faggot for your betters."

John looked up at Harrison as he swallowed the mixture of semen and pussy juice.

"Attaboy," Harrison said with a smile, and he smacked John on the cheek harshly with his dick before stooping to untie John's wrists and ankles.

"Come here you stupid cuck," Amelia said, motioning to John with a crooked finger as she spread her legs for him.

He saw the trail of white cream oozing from her vulva. He'd tasted her cum so many times before, but the revolting taste of Harrison's strange spunk in his mouth made him almost not want to lick his lover's cunt.

"Get your face in there," Harrison ordered. "Lick that dirty quim."

John could smell the sweet, tangy aroma of Amelia's grool, but it was fouled by the bitter, bleach-like scent of Harrison's semen. It turned his stomach to have to think of tasting that again, but he loved Amelia and wanted to serve her this way. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to lap up the trail that was dripping down her taint.

"Mmmmmm, that's it," Amelia moaned.

"Get that shit that's pooling up by her arse hole," Harrison ordered. John dipped lower to lick Amelia's ass, circling her rim after cleaning up the jizz. "That's the ticket, mate," Harrison laughed.

John returned his attention to her pussy, licking her, probing her with his tongue, sucking every drop of disgusting cum from her that he could.

"Yes, John, eat it all," Amelia moaned. "Be a good cuckold for Mummy."

She put her hands on the back of his head and pushed him into her. He continued to lick her as she fucked his mouth, rubbing herself all over his face as she got closer and closer to his climax.

"YES!" she cried. "Eat his cum! Eat Daddy's filthy jizz from my pussy, you stupid cuck!"

John grabbed ahold of her thighs and held on as her body bucked and squirmed under him.

"YES! FUCK! YES!" she moan, and she collapsed, pushing his head away from her oversensitive clitoris.

"Say you're my bitch, John," she panted.

"I'm your bitch."

"Do you worship my Daddy's cock?"

"Yes. I worship it," he replied.

"I love him more than you," she said, gazing down at him in her post-coital bliss.

"I know," John replied.

"Leave us," she ordered.

John looked down at his swollen erection as he stood up. Amelia shook her head to let him know that she wasn't going to help him with it. He started to gather his clothes, but she told him to leave them as well. Harrison shut the door behind him, and John stood there in the hall for a second, naked with a raging hard-on, listening to the sound of Amelia making love to her father again. His eyes watered.

"It's okay, Daddy," he heard Julie say. She had sidled up next to him silently and slipped her hand into his. "Come on," she whispered, and she led him down the hall.

She didn't take him to the large bedroom where the girls slept, however. She took him into the room they used for sexual therapy. It was like an extra master bedroom. She didn't lead him to the bed, however. She took him into the bathroom.

"Lay down," the thirteen-year-old said quietly, "and let me pee in your mouth."

John let out a sob as he realized that he only had more humiliation ahead of him. But he did as Julie said, laying in the tile floor.

"Open your mouth, Daddy," she told him as she straddled his face.

He opened his mouth as he looked up at her. She wasn't wearing any panties. She lifted her skirt and let loose a stream of golden piss right into his face. Most of it missed his mouth. The bitter, salty spray was hot as it splashed onto him. He repositioned himself to catch it in his mouth, gulping despite the disgusting taste, offering himself to Julie as a human toilet.

After her stream subsided, she lowered herself down onto his face, and he proceeded to lick her clean. She rubbed her little pussy on his mouth, excited by the sensation of topping him and warming up to the cunnilingus he provided. John kept licking until Julie came on his face. He never touched his cock. He kept his hands at his sides, letting the girl have control over him. At times, she smothered him, and the sensation of being deprived of oxygen for this little thirteen-year-old girl's orgasm made his cock drip with pre-cum.

Eventually, Julie caught her breath and stood up. "Clean up this mess. Dry yourself off and come to our room," she ordered. Then Julie left him. He took a towel and wiped his face dry before doing the same for the floor. He put the towel in the hamper and went to the girls' bedroom.

Tansy greeted him there. When she looked at his dick, still hard, when he walked in the door, he felt embarrassed. It felt like a sign of shame that he still had an erection after all that he'd been through tonight.

"Is your cock sore?" Tansy asked. It didn't sound mean or teasing when she asked it. John thought she really cared. He nodded. "We're going to do something about that," she told him.

He looked up to see all of the girls bent over the beds with their panties around their ankles and their skirts pushed up over their hips. Tansy led him to Madison's who looked over her shoulder at him with a smile.

"You get one thrust inside each pussy," Tansy explained. "Go all the way into her and then pull out and move on to the next girl. Keep changing pussies until you cum. The girl you cum in -- stay in her and fuck the shit out of her as you spray your jizz into her cunt. Since Abby can't take your cock yet, she'll be the referee to make sure you don't thrust into a girl more than once. If you do, she's going to hit you as hard as she can with that."

John looked at Abby to see her holding a riding crop.

"Becky stole it from Mommy's room," Tansy explained. "We tried it out on each other. It hurts, and Abby is good at swinging it with all her might. Ready?"

John nodded. Tansy stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

"I love you, Daddy," she told him. "We all do. Now use us."

Tansy went to take her place between Penelope and Becky. He noticed that the girls were lined up by age from twelve-year-old Madison to eighteen-year-old Hannah. He took ahold of Madison's hips.

"Do it, Daddy," she encouraged. "But remember, just one thrust in each of us, or you'll get the whip."

John positioned his aching erection against Madison's wet vulva. He was glad to feel that she was already wet. He pushed into her and felt her warm, velvety cunt embrace him. He sank all the way in easily. He started to pull out, but his hormones took over. He began to thrust back in, but Abby was ready. She smacked him hard with the crop, right across his buttocks, screaming, "No, Daddy!" He quickly pulled out.

Julie giggled as he got in position behind her. She nodded at him over her shoulder, and he plunged into her and pulled right back out again. It was torturous to have to remove his cock from such a tight, hot vagina, but he didn't want to feel Abby's crop again.

Penelope gasped as he shoved himself into her. Tansy was waiting, pulling her ass cheeks apart to reveal the sight of her beautiful backside to him.

"Should I take your ass or your pussy?" he asked.

"Your choice, Daddy," she said with a smile.

Since he was already wet from the previous three pussies, he pushed himself into Tansy's asshole. She gritted her teeth as he shoved in as quickly as he could.

"Fuck that hurts," she grunted.

He pulled back out of her tight hole and got behind Becky. He positioned himself at her ass as well. She purred as he shoved into her. He knew his two sluttiest girls could take his cock in their asses, and he savored the tight sensation of Becky's hole.

With Hannah, he knew she'd been working with Becky and could probably handle him in her ass, but her pussy looked so lovely that he decided to sink into it. She gasped as he plunged in and moaned as he pulled out.

Abby led him back to Madison, and he started the whole thing over again. Just getting one thrust in each girl was so torturous that it was painful. He was starting to think the girls weren't doing this out of love but out of spite. He took an extra dip into Penelope's cunt, and she cried out, "yes" at the triumph of getting a second pump from his dick. When Abby caught him across the cheeks with her crop, though, he pulled out and moved on.

He cycled back again, and it was Julie's tight cunt that finally took him over the edge. He pushed into her a second time, and Abby struck him, but he cried out, "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" Abby hit him a second time before she could stop herself, but the pain just intensified his orgasm as he spewed his load into the little redhead's cunt.

When he pulled out of her, he collapsed onto the floor, exhausted from the orgasm and from the torture he'd been through today. The girls crowded around him where he lay, clamoring to get his cock into their mouths. Julie sat on his face and made him eat his own cum. It didn't take long before his cock was hard again. Then the girls took turns riding him. They were allowed five thrusts each as he lay beneath them before taking a beating from Abby.

When John started cumming again, it was in Hannah, and she screamed as Abby hit her with the whip, but she didn't stop riding him as he came inside her. He felt her pussy clenching him, and he was grateful that she came too. Their moans of pleasure finally clued Abby and the other girls in, and the beating stopped while John filled Hannah's cunt.

She collapsed on top of him and kissed him.

"I can never get enough of that, Daddy. Thank you," she said.

When Hannah got off of him, the girls pulled him up off the floor. Since Hannah and Julie were the ones to receive his cum, the were his designated pussies for the night. The other girls went back to their beds, but Hannah and Julie led him to the therapy room, and the three of them got into the big king-sized bed together for the night.

"Thank you, girls," he said. "After everything I've been through today, it was nice to have you competing to receive my cock."

"We love you, Daddy," Julie told him, snuggling up next to him.

"You're amazing, John," Hannah said, turning his face to hers and kissing him.

Then the three of them drifted off to sleep.