The Dollhouse

When John finally rolled off of Hannah's body after she vowed her pussy to him and he fucked her relentlessly, Abby was there, looking down at him. Her hands were under her babydoll nightgown, and her fingers were inside her matching panties.

"Daddy," Abby pleaded, "I want it all. Fuck my pussy! Fuck my throat! Fuck my ass!"

Hannah took John's hand in hers and squeezed.

"She's ready, Daddy," Hannah whispered. "She told me she'd been thinking of it ever since she watched you fuck me this morning. Take her. Make her your little Angel forever."

"Holy fuck," John moaned, getting up onto his knees. He took the nine-year-old's face in his hands. "Oh, yes. Yes, Abby! YES!"

Amelia knelt down next to John, holding out her hands. The little girl pulled her fingers from her pussy and put them in Amelia's hands. She could feel the warm grool on them and smell the arousal from her virgin cunt fill the air.

"Abby, are you quite certain that you want Daddy to ravish all your holes tonight? We can start with one hole, let you heal up and then move on to the next. It's not an all or nothing arrangement."

"I'm tired of waiting, Mommy!" Abby exclaimed. "My pussy wants him so bad. I want to make my vows, and then I want Daddy to rape me."

"Oh, Abby," John said, stroking her cheek. The girl's pronouncement made his twice-spent cock start to throb. "It's going to hurt you so much, my little Angel. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, Daddy. Please! I can't stand waiting any longer," she replied with tears in her eyes.

"Abby, once Daddy starts, there will be no going back," Amelia warned her. "If you agree to this, you are consenting to let Daddy rape your body and take whatever his cock wants from you. And if you change your mind in the middle of it, I will personally hold you down until he finally cums inside of you."

John's mouth dropped open, and he stared at Amelia in shock. He couldn't believe that she was condoning the possibility of actual rape of this child if it came to it.

"Amelia, I..." he started to protest.

"Daddy," Amelia said, turning to him. "How many of us wish that you had been the one to rape us? I know you're a good man. I know that it will be hard for you if you hear her begging you to stop. But Abby knows, as do I, that giving her body to you fully and completely is an incredible gift."

"Yeah," Abby piped in.

"Abby, you don't even know what you're saying. You haven't experienced any of this yet," John told her.

"But I want to!" she said, stamping her bare foot. "I get what every girl here wishes she could have had -- to be raped by your cock."

Abby reached down and took John's member as it hung thickly between his legs.

"I never knew my dad," she sighed, stroking him slowly, looking at the veins of his penis. "My mom probably doesn't even know which one of her customers got her pregnant. Maybe her pimp did. Who knows? But I know how lucky I am to have you taking care of me now."

Abby looked up at John as she continued to tug on his shaft, making him ache and start to fill with blood.

"I used to get wet watching men slap her and spit on her and beat her while she begged for more. I always assumed that I would grow up to be just like her. I don't know how I got by without being raped by any of them. The one that killed her probably would have done it if mom's whore friend hadn't been nearby and seen what happened and snatched me away."

She felt him start to swell, and it sent a shiver through her.

"I don't need to be a whore, Daddy, like her. I just need to know that I make you happy. I want it so bad. It's all I think about. I make Madison finger me as hard as she can to get my cunt ready for you, so....please..."

John pulled her face to him and kissed her. He felt her little body tremble. He didn't know whether it was fear or anticipation or both. He hoped it was both. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and felt her open up to him. Her body relaxed, melted for him, but she kept stroking his cock until it was hard and hot and full of blood and yearning.

When John finally broke their kiss, he looked into her eyes and said, "I'm going to rape you, Abby. I'm going to fuck you in every way I want, and I'm not going to stop until you make me cum."

Her chin quivered as she nodded. John stood up. Amelia stood with him, and Hannah got up from the pillow and took her place next to Becky, lined up with the other Dolls to watch. Madison stayed on her knees next to John and took over stroking him as Abby stood before him, ready to make her vows.

As John opened his mouth to begin, Amelia laid a hand on his arm.

"I have something I would like to say to the girls...If that's okay, Daddy?"

The way she deferred to John filled him with a sense of control. He knew that right now, he could say "no" and she would submit to him. But he also knew how incredibly wise and clever she was. He wanted to hear what she had to say, so he nodded his consent.

"Girls," she said, turning to them, "very few women understand the power of anal sex. Although I know you are far more open minded than most women and girls, I just wanted to tell you my thoughts on it before we watch John ravish Abby's little body.

"When a girl submits her ass to a man, willfully, to please him, she is -- in a sense -- giving up her sexual rights to the man, giving up everything over his pleasure. It is the same when she takes his cock down her throat -- declaring that his cock, his pleasure is more important to her than air itself. It's an incredible sacrifice, an amazing gift. Men are aroused by our submission. It makes them feel strong and powerful...dominant. They feel in control, and the beast inside is unleashed. And we, in turn, love to be dominated. It makes us feel small and protected under his power. If the beast inside him can ravage our bodies this way, then it can certainly protect us and keep us safe."

John heard the girls agreeing with Amelia. He made eye contact with Hannah, the one girl -- besides Abby, of course -- whose ass he had not yet taken. She blushed and smiled. Madison who was still stroking John's cock to keep him hard started licking and sucking his balls as well, muttering "yes, yes" at Amelia's words.

Amelia started to step back, but John put a hand on her back.

"I want you to lead Abby in her vows to me."

Amelia smiled and nodded, feeling proud and wanted.

"Abby, repeat after me," she instructed, and Abby did.

I, Abby, promise to always be Daddy's little Angel,
to learn from him and Mommy how to reclaim my sexuality.
My body is my own, but I give it to Daddy so that he can show me love
by fucking my little ass with his big, hard cock.
I am Daddy's girl, and I will always be his girl.
I know that Daddy loves me, and that is why he fucks me.
I will give him my virgin pussy
so that he can show me his love and make me a woman
by ripping through my hymen
and filling my little girl cunt with his hot daddy sperm.
I also offer Daddy my throat to fill with with his cock
so that he can show me his love in my mouth
the way he shows me his love by fucking my tight, little ass and pussy.

"Now, get on your knees to worship Daddy's cock," Amelia instructed.

Abby knelt down. She had to reach up higher than the other girls to put her hands on his rod. Madison sat back and watched as Abby took over stroking John's erection. The little girl's eyes were so big and eager and filled with fright as she stroked the dick that was bigger than her face.

"Look into his eyes and worship him as you repeat these words," Amelia said.

I kneel before you, Daddy, and I worship your cock
so that you can make me whole by filling my holes.
I will always be your little girl, your baby Doll.
I will always be Daddy's Angel.
I offer you my panties to you, Daddy,
as a symbol that I am offering you my entire body.

"Kiss his dick, Abby, worship it. Let him know by the look in your eyes how much you want him to choke you with it," Amelia told her.

Abby rubbed his dick on her face. She had been so afraid of his erection when John first came. Madison had to work with her almost every day, showing her how much she loved John's cock. As the nine-year-old slid her tongue up his shaft, he remembered the first time he had ever put his cock in her mouth. He had been completely flaccid, as it was Madison's idea that a limp dick would help acclimate her without terrifying her. He needed to remember to thank his daughter...once he was done raping this child.

Abby planted kisses all up and down his shaft. Then she took his head between her lips and started sucking. She kept sucking as she got up and slipped her panties down her scrawny, little legs. Then she knelt down again and reached up to hand them to him, never letting his head out of her mouth.

"Oh, Abby," John breathed, taking the panties and tucking them into his pocket. "Keep sucking while I put the ring on your finger."

Abby's lips caressed his glans as she lifted her right hand to receive the ring. As he slipped it on her, he said:

"I offer you this ring as a symbol that I will fill all your holes with my loving cock. As your finger fills this ring, so will I fill you. I am your Daddy."

She took her mouth off of him just long enough to reply, "And I am your Angel."

Still keeping his dick in her mouth, Abby slipped a couple of ponytail holders off her wrist and put her hair into pigtails. She looked up at John and took his hands and guided them to the "handles" she'd made. John breathed in lust as he took ahold.

"I'm going to rape your throat now, Angel," he said.

John pulled against her hair and started thrusting into her mouth. He couldn't get very much of his seven inches past her lips before she started gagging, but to his surprise, though it sounded like she was going to vomit and her eyes watered at the pain, she never did lose it. The sensation of his cock hitting the back of her throat was incredible, and he wanted more.

"Fuck, Abby, it feels so good," he said, taking his cock out of her mouth. A long strand of slimy throat mucus connected his cock to her mouth, and John caught it in his fingers and rubbed it into her face. "You're doing an amazing job, Angel...but Daddy wants more. I'm going to shove my cock into your throat now."

Abby looked up at him with fear. The girls had made her up with a touch of mascara which was now muddying up her eyelids and starting to run down her cheeks.

"You look so pretty with your makeup ruined, Angel," he said.

She beamed at him.

"Now open your mouth and let me rape your throat. You won't be able to breathe, but just think about how good it feels to my cock as the panic starts to slip in."

Abby nodded and opened her mouth wide. As John guided his cock into her, he saw the worry in her face, but the fact that she wasn't resisting, that she was willingly offering her discomfort for his pleasure thrilled him. He took ahold of her pigtails as his cock hit her throat, and he pulled.

The way her eyes bulged in fear as she felt her throat swell out was alarming, but the sensation of her tight mucus membranes embracing his dick head, caressing him as she gagged for air, felt incredible.

"Oh, fuck, Abby! It feels so good. Let me just hold it here a moment. Yes, choke on me, Angel. That makes it feel even better."

He held himself there for a few seconds, letting her panic build before he pulled himself out. She coughed and spat, but he realized that she never even tried to push him away.

"What a good slut you are, Abby," he gushed.

She tried to smile through her tears and the anguish of her red face, but it barely looked like a smile at all.

"Thank you, Daddy," she croaked.

John tilted her head up to look at him.

"Were you scared?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good. I love that you're putting yourself through this for me, Angel. Now this time I'm going to actually fuck your throat, using it like a pussy, thrusting my cock in and out. And while you're gasping for air, unable to breathe, I want you to think of two things."

"Okay," she said smiling meekly.

"FIrst, I want you to remember that you mother died from a customer suffocating her. And second, I want you to feel glad that your suffering is giving me so much pleasure. Can you do that?"

Tears poured down Abby's cheeks. She didn't respond. The whole room was silent as they watched in morbid fantasy while John pushed the nine-year-old father than he'd pushed many of them.

"Answer me, Angel," he said sternly.

"Okay, Daddy," she croaked.

John took ahold of Abby's head again, and she opened her mouth for him. The sight of her willingly facing such painful torture for him made his heart ache for her.

"Good girl," he purred as he shoved himself in.

When John felt her throat gagging around him, he kept pushing. He pushed down on her head until he felt her lips against his base and her forehead push into his belly.

"Fuck, Abby! It feels so good to use you like this. Am I hurting you?"

He felt her head nod as much as she was able.

"Oh, god, yes!" he moaned. "I love hurting you, Angel. I'm going to hurt you so much tonight."

John held her head and started fucking her face. Her little throat made such desperate noises as she gagged over and over on his cock. Amelia laid a hand on shoulder, and he turned to her, expecting her to tell him to take it easy, but she just smiled and rubbed his back, scratching him with her nails as he skullfucked the little girl.

"She feels so good, Amelia," he grunted.

"Use her, Daddy," Amelia whispered. "She's giving up her body to you."

John felt his libido building, the tingling in his cock grew hotter and hotter. The need was building second by second, with each thrust into her helpless face. He was so close, but he didn't want to cum just yet. He grabbed her by the hair and ripped her off of his dick. Abby gasped for breath as he held her out.

Amelia turned John's face to her and kissed him. He felt the implicit approval of what he was doing to this child. Her lips were her seal, her mark: she was in favor of him raping this child.

John knelt down in front of Abby as she drew in ragged breaths.

"You did so well, Abby," he said, petting her cheek. "You were scared, weren't you? Terrified?"

"Yes, Daddy," she coughed.

"Were you afraid you were going to die like your mom?"

She nodded.

"But you never pushed me away."

She shook her head.

"And that's why I love you, Angel."

John wiped the slobber from her face with his sleeve and kissed her. She felt like a ragdoll in his hands as he held her face.

"Now lie back, Angel. Daddy's going to take your pussy next."

The look on Abby's face was so difficult to distinguish from a smile or a frown. He thought maybe that she was smiling but that her body was too stressed out to let her truly smile. But she didn't hesitate to comply. John watched as Abby lay back.

"Is your pussy wet?" he asked, looming over her.

"Yes, Daddy," she nodded.

"Is it because you're a whore like your mother was?"

John watched as the humiliation sank into the child. She was clearly embracing her submission to him.

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered. "I'm just a stupid whore."

"I'm going to have to spank your pussy before I rip it open, Angel. Spread your thighs for me."

Abby's tears fell freely from her face as she held her thighs apart, spreading and exposing herself to John. He leaned over and touched her pussy, feeling the abundant juices moistening her hole.

"Oh you're so fucking wet, Abby. You really are a whore, aren't you?"

"I am, Daddy," she said, bawling.

"Don't cry yet, Angel. I haven't started spanking you yet."

With that, John brought his hand down hard across her labia, making the baby fat in her body jiggle with the shockwave. Abby screamed, and she reflexively started to close her thighs, but she managed to keep them open. John smacked her again, and she cried even louder, kicking her little feet. John smiled.

"I love how pink it makes your skin. I need your pussy now, Abby."

His cock was throbbing. Madison hadn't been able to reach his dick with the way he was bent over, but he didn't need the fluffing at the moment. The thrill of controlling Abby's little body was all the aphrodisiac he needed.

"I'm going to rape your cunt now," he said, rubbing her slit. "Do you still want it?"

Abby nodded, though her face was scrunched up, her mouth was stuck in a permanent pout, and tears gushed from her eyes.

"Say it," he told her. "I want to hear you say it."

"I..I..." she took a ragged breath. "I want you to rape my p-pussy, Daddy."

John smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead. Then he took his cock in hand and started sliding it up and down her slit, coating her with his precum, coating himself with her grool.

"It's so hot and wet. Just like a little girl should be for her daddy."

John heard one of the girls cuss, saying "fuck yes". He assumed it was Becky, but he didn't look away from his little prize.

"Are you ready to keep your vow to me? Even though it's going to hurt you?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said, nodding.

John looked into her eyes as he rubbed his cock up and down. He started to push himself past her labia, and he saw her mouth open. His cock rubbed against her clit as he worked himself in, making her gasp in pleasure.

"It feels good, doesn't't it?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she grunted.

"Like when you used to slide it over my cock."

Abby smiled, sinking into the pleasure.

John leaned in, pushing himself into the tight ring of her vaginal entrance. He felt her hymen resisting him. They had worked to stretch it out, but it was by no means wide enough to accommodate his thick cock comfortably. Abby squinted her eyes as she felt him stretch her past any limit she had yet known.

"You look so pretty when you're hurting," John told her.

"Thank you, Daddy," she grunted.

John kept pushing until he felt her swallow his head. There was no audible "pop", but it felt to his cock as if there had been as her hole closed down around the base of his head as if it were grateful to be past the widest stretching it had ever endured.

Abby panted.

"Oh, Angel," John moaned. "You're such a tight little cunt."

"It's so big, Daddy!" she gasped.

"Is it hurting you?"

"Yeah!" she grunted, fresh tears springing from her eyes.

John felt his libido increasing again as her tight hole squeezed him.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Abby. Your tight hole needs it. I'm going to stretch you out. It feel so good. I couldn't stop if I wanted to. And I don't want to, Abby."

Abby kept panting as she looked up at him, and she nodded meekly.

John leaned into her, pushing his cock deeper into her virgin cunt. Her face was so strained. He knew he must be ripping her, shredding her as he forced his way in. The tight pressure was amazing. He couldn't get his entire cock into her, but the few inches that were in felt amazing.

John pulled back and pushed himself into her again. She gasped, cried. He started pulling and pushing, causing her labia to go in and out with his cock because she embraced him so tightly.

"You feel so good, Angel," he told her. "Does it feel good to you?"

Abby bit her lip as she shook her head no.

"Oh, Angel," he crooned. "Do you want me to stop?"

She nodded.

"But you know I'm not going to right?"

Abby's eyes filled with tears as she nodded. He looked at her, knowing that he was hurting her beyond anything she had ever endured. Was this rape? She wasn't fighting. She wasn't begging him to quit. She loved him, and that was why she still held her thighs apart for him.

"I love you, Angel," he said, and he continued to fuck her. "You can cry if you want," he said, pushing his dick deeper with each thrust. "You're really pretty when you cry."

Abby started bawling as John plowed into her. Part of him hated what he was doing to her, and the other part loved it. He was raping a child. He was ripping her pussy apart for his own pleasure.

After a few minutes of outright bawling, Abby's cries started to change. Her whimpers transformed from sheer torture to moderate arousal in John's ears. He felt her pussy moisten, and then it gushed. Abby convulsed beneath him as John increased his fucking, knowing that Abby was orgasming on his cock.

"Daddy!" she whimpered. "It's so strong!"

John felt her pussy dilate to accept him as he fucked her harder and harder.

"Cum for me, you little whore," he told her. "You're my whore now Abby. Cum for Daddy!"

Her little golden locks shook about her face as she thrashed her head back and forth, overwhelmed by the intensity of her climax.

"UNPH!" she grunted, and John felt her hips rise to meet him.

"Yes, fuck me, you little slut," he groaned. "Fuck me with your hot, little rape pussy."

"You're raping me, Daddy!" she gasped. "I hated it. It hurt so much. I wanted you to stop, but you wouldn't. I was..." she gaped for air "...I was your little rape doll."

"Yes, you little bitch," he growled. "Cum all over my dick! Coat me in your pussy juice, Abby, so I can shove it into your ass!"

"Daddy!" she cried, arching her back. "OH, DADDY! YES!"

John felt a fresh flood of grool coating him, and he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. If he was going to take her ass, he needed to do it now.

"You're making me so hot, you little rape slut," John grunted. He pulled his cock out of her, causing a gush of fluid to squirt all over the pillow and his crotch.

"Don't take it away!" Abby moaned. "Daddy! I need your cock!"

But when she felt him pushing at her other hole, Abby smiled.

"Yes, Daddy!" she cried. "Do it! Take my little ass! Oh rape me again, Daddy!"

John didn't hesitate with her ass like he'd done with her pussy. He was so desperate, he simply shoved himself in, enjoying the way she resistantly opened to him. Her tight embrace felt like velvet to his cock. He'd cum so many times already today, he wanted the last one to be in her virgin ass so badly.

"OWWWW! Oh FUCK, Daddy!" she cried. "It hurts, Daddy!"

"Fuck, I love hurting you. I'm not going to stop, Abby. You're a desperate, little bitch" he moaned.

Abby had been squinting her eyes at the pain. She opened them, looking up at him. She reached up to touch his face as fresh tears spilled out of her eyes.

"I don't want you to stop, Daddy. Ever. I want to always make your cock happy."

The look in her eyes, so loving, so devoted, make his heart leap and his libido swell.

"Take me, Abby!" he grunted as he shoved himself fully inside. "Take my dick, you pretty, little whore."

John finally filled her, stretching her more than any of her training plugs ever had. She panted for breath, coping with the pain.

Once he was fully seated in her, he pulled back and started fucking. Abby winced. She bit her lip. She held John's forearms with her tiny, weak, trembling hands. She looked up into his eyes with pain clearly etched into her face.

"Rape me," she whispered.

John felt like an animal. He was using the nine-year-old as a cocksocket in every way possible. The force of his thrusts rocked her little body. He looked down to see her belly distend with each push into her. She felt it. She laid a hand on her belly and smiled through her pain.

"So big," she whimpered.

The look in her eyes transformed, and John knew that the pain was washing over her.

"My little slut! My little Angel," he growled.

John was oblivious to everyone else in the room. The all watched in awe as he used her little body. It didn't seem like she could possibly be taking him, but they saw his shaft disappear into her time and time again.

"Cum in me, Daddy," Abby purred. "You haven't cum for me yet, and I'm not worth anything if I don't make you cum."

"Oh, Abby," he moaned, his climax building again. He'd basically edged in her throat and her pussy. His dick was sizzling with electric surges as he felt himself nearing the point of no return. After two edges, letting himself find his release in her tight hole was going to be amazing. "I'm so close. I'm going to fill your slutty little ass with my jizz."

"Daddy," she moaned. "It hurts so good Daddy!"

John wrapped his hands around her waist. She was so small, so slight, so fragile. The fact that he was raping the ass of a little girl overwhelmed him. Then when he felt a fresh flood of juice gush from her pussy to drool down to where his dick met her ass as she gasped and moaned, he knew he was almost there.

"Cum for me, Angel!" John roared. "My slutty, little, rape Angel. I love you so much, Abby! Oh, fuck! OH YES! YES! FUUUUCKCKK!!!"

John's cock swelled against her tight hole, stretching it even more as his semen surged up through him. The pressure of her sphincter on his shaft held back the torrent, but not completely. It merely caused a buildup of pressure that then released into her bowels, making his load spray into her.

Abby shivered and sighed as she felt his hot semen fill her. They were both spent. John had fucked three females in a row. His dick ached with an indescribable, deep pain. But he knew it must be nothing compared to the torture he had put Abby's little holes through.

"My Angel," he gasped as he collapsed on top of her.

"I feel it, Daddy," she whispered. "I feel your cum spraying inside of me."

"You did it, Abby. Your hot, desperate, little body made me cum. You're such a good whore. You're mine now."

"Oh Daddy!' she cried. "Say it again. Please tell me."

"You're mine, Angel," he said, propping himself up to look into her eyes. "You're my slut, my whore, my rapedoll. You fucking belong to me."

"YES!!" Abby cried out.

Between John's praise, and the pressure of his dick ejacutlating inside of her, Abby came yet again.

"I love you," he crooned.

"OH, DADDY!"

Abby reached up and pulled John's mouth down to hers. Her lips were so small, yet so plump from sucking his cock. He pushed his tongue into her, and she pushed hers into him. He felt so delightfully spent, so powerfully drained as his cock finished unloading in her tiny ass.

"You raped me," she whispered with a smile when they broke their kiss.

"And now you're mine."

John felt weak as he rolled off of the child. Abby held her hand over her asshole, keeping his semen inside of her. Madison came over to clean John's cock, and Amelia knelt down between Abby's shaking thighs.

"Give Mummy that delicious ass cum, Darling," she told the girl.

Abby strained her neck to look down and watch as Amelia put her mouth over Abby's ass as she relaxed and then squeezed. The feeling of John's semen leaking from her ass felt strange. It was like globs and spurts. Amelia's tongue was there, lapping it up.

"I can taste your virgin blood on Daddy's dick," Madison said, looking up from John's limp cock at Abby.

"Will you kiss me, so that I can taste it?" Abby asked Madison.

John watched as his eleven-year-old daughter pressed her cum-covered mouth to Abby's lips. The nine-year-old's tongue pushed out to taste the concoction of jizz, ass juice, pussy juice, and throat slime that had coated John's dick. Both girls purred as they kissed.

"I taste the blood," Abby said, smiling. "My virginity."

Amelia came up from Abby's anus, her lips glistening with cum. She came over and kissed John to let him sample what he'd done to the child.

After feeding him from her mouth, she asked, "Will you come to bed tonight?"

"I'm too spent to move," John told her. "But I want to sleep with my three new Dolls."

"I want to share the bed with you," she said. "It's your bed now, not mine. You're the Daddy, and this is your house."

John reached up to stroke her face and tuck a stray hair behind her ear.

"I want that too. You mean so much to me, Mellie."

Amelia motioned for Preston to come help John up. Once he was on his feet, John could walk. Amelia picked up Abby, and Hannah took John by the hand. She led him to his bed, pulling back the covers.

"Daddy should be in the middle," Hannah suggested. "Mommy and I will be on either side. Abby, do you want to be between me and Daddy or between Mommy and Daddy?"

"I want to be on whatever side Daddy's cock is on," she said.

Amelia climbed in behind John, spooning against him. Abby climbed and snuggled her ass against his dick. Hannah climbed in last and pulled the covers up over them.

"You were all amazing," John told them.

Hannah leaned in and kissed him.

"I'm so happy to have a Daddy who will fuck me," she told him. "You're so wonderful."

John smiled at her. Amelia's hand was reaching around him to rub his chest, and Abby's ass was wiggling against his cock. Hannah touched his face, rubbing her finger over his stubbly cheek.

"Mommy, can Daddy fuck girls besides us Dolls some time if we make sure they're clean?" Hannah asked, winking at John.

"Do you have someone particular in mind?" Amelia asked.

"My friend Celeste who sold Daddy the rings on our fingers. She's so pretty and very open minded. I really wanted to watch Daddy fuck the shit out of her pussy, but he was a good boy and only fingered her cunt until she gushed all over the jewelry counter."

Amelia purred, leaning in to nibble on John's ear.

"Do want to fuck this girl, John?" she whispered.

"Yes," he breathed, feeling her fingers close around his nipple.

"Then fuck her, Love. I trust your judgement, but this is your house now. You make the rules. You are in charge."

"Amelia," John protested.

"You're a good Daddy," she purred. "with an amazing cock. I trust you to be safe. But you dont' need my permission anymore."

"I could never do anything to hurt you or the girls," he said, turning to her over his shoulder.

"I know," she replied, putting her mouth over his.

"I have enough pussies to keep my cock wet," John said. "I don't really need one more."

"It's not about need, Daddy," Amelia replied. "It's about want. If you want her, then go fuck her. All the girls and I want is your happiness."

"You won't be jealous?" he asked.

"I'll be insanely jealous," she replied with a smile. "I'm teeming with jealousy right now. But it makes my pussy so wet to think that you'll find your satisfaction in some girl's cunt that I've never met."

"I'll make her get a screening," John stated.

"Make me wait in the car while you fuck her, and then make me suck your dick on the way home," Amelia teased. "Or better yet, leave me here and take Hannah. She can suck the girl's cunt juice off your cock, and then all I'll get is the taste off Hannah's lips."

"You want to be my cuckquean?" John asked.

"I already am, Love," Amelia replied. "My pussy aches with wet heat every time I watch you take one of our girls. But you deserve every twat that you can get. You're the best Daddy, John. I love you more than I can describe."

"I love you, too, Darling," he said. "And I'm going to marry you."

"Sharon will be so pleased," said Amelia. "She wants to perform the ceremony. And she wants to fuck you on the altar while the girls and I watch."

"We don't need her to get married," John replied.

"I could get ordained online," Hannah suggested. "And then John could fuck me while you watch."

Amelia chuckled, but then sobered up. "It's not wise to tempt the senator's wrath, John."

"That's true," he agreed. "But I know that I want you to be my wife. I'll do whatever it takes to make that come true. I love you with all my heart, Mellie."

Tears slipped from Amelia's eyes as she looked down at her betrothed.

"Daddy's cock is swelling up again," Abby announced, rubbing her ass against him.

"Hanna, Abby," John said to the girls while looking into Amelia's eyes, "you two go down on me and make me hard. I want to fuck my fiancee while you watch."

John turned to Amelia and kissed her as he felt the girls move under the covers to find his dick and embrace it with their wet mouths.

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

"Oh, John," she gushed. "I only wish I knew whether the child inside me was yours."

"I don't care whether it's from my seed or his. It was conceived inside your beautiful cunt, and I will enjoy watching you swell with it every day."

Amelia whimpered as John pulled her mouth down to his. She loved being his Doll. She was going to love even more being his wife.