Is My Ass Really Worth That Much?
by Anal King ©

 

It’s been eight months since it all began. And now I only have four months left before I receive my rightful inheritance. Sixty million dollars is a great deal of cash, and I mean to get every last penny of it. And why not! I earned it. Okay, I know I'm not making a lot of sense right now. I can't help it; I tend to ramble on when I'm frustrated. Anyway, if you care to take the time to read my story, you'll understand what this tragedy is all about.

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This whole mess began on a bright spring day when I was summoned to my father’s study. I opened the door and was surprised to find Mr. Lakewood, the family lawyer, sitting beside father. I made my way to the large oak table that's been in our family for well over a century now. I took a seat facing them. There were some papers in front of Mr. Lakewood, which he quickly slid across to me and abruptly said, “Please read these documents and then sign them when you're done.”

I must admit I found his behavior rather odd since I’d never seen him act this way before. My father, on the other hand, was the picture of calm as he lit one of his favorite Cuban cigars; I picked up the papers and began to go over each line. After ten minutes of reading and rereading, making sure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me, I looked up in confusion, waiting for the both of them to start laughing. I thought they were pulling some kind of prank. No father would really ask his daughter to do such things. Right? I searched my father’s eyes and only found a cold, hungry gaze, trying to penetrate my very soul. For the first time in my life, I was truly frightened of father. 

Call it woman's intuition but I knew, deep down, he was serious. And the reality of that knowledge made me want to puke. This was insane! He was insane! Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit me right in the pit of my stomach; I had to steady myself and take even breaths. Father was the first to break the silence in the room: “Princess, I know this comes as a shock to you, but you didn’t really think I was just going to give you your inheritance without your earning it?” To be honest, I didn’t even know what to think. My mind was racing away from me at that moment. It was like I was having one of those out of body experiences that some people talk about. I made an attempt to answer him but my words caught in my throat.

Mr. Lakewood noticed my nervousness and poured me a glass of water. I think his kind gesture was self-serving on his part, since he probably felt out of place and wanted to do something—anything but just sit around watching the both of us. I took a few sips to whet my palate and spoke directly to my father: "Daddy, this is crazy. How can you ask such a thing of me? I’m your daughter!” I was on the verge of tears at that point. I began to wonder if I ever really knew my father at all. I thought I was his little princess. His cupcake. Did he really want me to do those nasty things I read in the document? Apparently, he must’ve, or why else would he have his lawyer by his side.

The conditions for my inheritance were as follows: I must report to my father’s study twice a day, every day, for one year wearing nothing but a belly bracelet and pearl necklace. Once there, I was to give up ownership of my ass to him so he could do with it as he pleased. During our time together, we would have nothing but anal sex. That's it. Furthermore, I was to allow him unlimited toy play, which included butt plugs, inflatable dildos, speculums, and other devices I've never even heard of. There would be no amorous foreplay, only what he needed to get off. In other words, I was supposed to be his anal sex slave for an entire year! A tight hole where he could deposit his semen. And if I did all that to the letter, I would get my sixty million.

My father’s voice broke my train of thought. I looked up as he slid his hand across the table to clutch mine; I instinctually jerked back as if I were about to be bitten by a snake. “Cupcake, it’s either that or work a 9 to 5 job for the rest of your life.”

“But why me, daddy? There are so many beautiful women you could get to fulfill your . . . your fetishes. Women who have much better bodies than I have. And more experience, too.”
He took a moment to collect his thoughts before he replied: “Princess, you remind me a lot of your mother. You have her eyes, her hair, and her beautiful face. And more importantly, you have her mouth-watering ass! In fact, your ass is almost an exact duplicate of your mother's when she was your age. I don’t know if you are aware of this but your mother and I had a very strong sexual relationship. And one thing she adored above all else was anal sex. I admit I loved it, too. Your mother saw to that. She was a real anal queen.” I looked over at Mr. Lakewood and caught him shifting uncomfortably around in his seat, no doubt wanting to get out of this crazy house.

What a predicament I found myself in. If I don’t give my father what he wants, I have to go out into the world and work a 9 to 5 job. On the other hand, if I do give him what he wants, which is carte blanche use of my ass, then I get my inheritance money and never have to work a day in my life. The thought of working sent a cold chill up my spine. I didn't know if I could actually go through with it, but the alternative was beginning to make my father's offer sound much more attractive to me. With pen in hand, I quickly signed both documents, walked out, and went straight to the bathroom to vomit the contents of my breakfast. I can't believe I signed over my ass, my body, in exchange for living the life I've always known. Did it really just happen? I think a part of me was in denial. And maybe even shock. Would he really go through with it? It didn't take long for me to find out the answer to that question.

The very next day, father introduced me to his 9-inch pillar of cockflesh. What frightened me more than the size of his dick was the huge mushroom head that sat atop. The crown had to have been at least two and half inches wide! Oh my God! How was I going to fit that thing in my bottom? I voiced my concerns to him, but that only made him chuckle: "Don't worry so much. I've gone down this path many times before," he explained. His words provided very little comfort to me, but I went ahead and prepared myself by using an enema kit; I made certain everything was clean down there and then hopped into the shower. 

Once I was ready, I joined him in his study. He said we'd be fucking here instead of one of the many bedrooms. I think it was one of his kinks. The last vestiges of doubt made me pause and consider what I was actually going to do. Once this line was crossed, we'd never look at each other in the same way as before. With that in mind, I slowly slid my robe off. I heard him gasp as he took in my body from head to toe then back again. "Turn around and show me that ass that's going to cost me a small fortune," he murmured from his chair, practically foaming at the mouth. I never considered my figure as anything but ordinary, but, obviously, father had a much different opinion of his daughter.

After he had his fill of my body, he told me to get on the 3-piece sectional. I climbed on assuming the necessary position for the degrading act that was to follow. I got on my knees with my ass in the air. I waited patiently for him to come. The anticipation made my stomach flip-flop because I couldn't stop thinking about his abnormally large cock-head and how it was going to stretch my virgin asshole wide open. I was about to peek over my shoulder to see what father was doing when I felt his finger apply a cool cream to my winking membrane. In a matter of seconds, my asshole became warm and tingly. Gradually, the whole area stated to numb until there was no sensation in my sphincter. He then placed his cock between the cheeks of my ass. It was weird feeling the sides of his dick but not the head. 

"Are you ready dear?" I just nodded my head in response, hoping this nightmare would be over soon. Like I said before, I couldn't feel my anus but I did feel the skin just around it begin to stretch. It got tighter and tighter and remained that way for a couple of seconds before it abruptly went back to normal. Then I felt his hands upon my hips pulling me back. Before I knew it, the cheeks of my ass were tightly pressed against his thighs.

Well, by the end of the day, after father had taken me twice, my once virgin asshole was now left twitching and traumatized, not knowing whether to close or remain open. Looking at myself in the full-length mirror, I could clearly see my opened anus and the pink of my rectum. I thought it had been permanently destroyed, but after repeated clenching, it finally went back to normal. However, in the process of trying to close my asshole, I managed to expel large amounts of father's cum, or scum I should say. Most of it slid down over my pussy and the rest ran down my inner thigh. What a mess! I might as well have been gangbanged, considering the state he left me in.

Even my lower back ached from the brutal and possessive onslaught of my father's thrusts. I remember the sickening grunts he made each time he slammed his hips into my cheeks. Ugh! The act was so bestial. I had never been fucked like that before, even by men half his age. It's clear that father now saw me as a piece of meat to do with as he pleased. In the end, I could only take comfort in the fact that he, like all men, had to drain his balls at some point. And when he did, I'd have a short reprieve from his hunger for my ass. But who was I kidding. I knew tomorrow, if not sooner, would bring more of the same.

A few hours later, after I had napped and taken a much-needed soak in the jacuzzi, we were at it again! This time around, he had me on my back, making it easier for me to relax. Father didn't use the desensitizing cream so I knew I was really in for it. When he pressed his bloated cock head against my small anus, I instinctively tried to fight the pressure by tightly contracting my sphincter muscles. There was a short struggle but I was losing the battle. My father wanted in and there was no stopping him. 

As my asshole began to sink in and spread, the pain started out being dull. I figured I could handle the discomfort, but after a few seconds, the pain quickly became sharp as he attempted to stuff his massive cock-head into my pink ring. It took a lot of starts and stops, a lot of heaving breathing, and a lot of tears before the entire knob of his dick was securely lodged. I was panting at this point, trying to loosen up my anus. Without giving me a moment to recover, father inched more of his foul shaft into my ass. I experienced the weirdest sensation of having my guts pushed aside. It took a lot out of me to accommodate his meaty girth, but I managed. How? I'll never know. 

When the complete length of his cock was buried in my ass, father paused to savor the moment. I was stretched to the limit and felt so full of penis that my body sent me a false signal to go to the bathroom. I can't imagine why any woman would want to have anal sex. It's the most sordid sexual act a man and woman can do together. When he was ready, my father began his inscestuous assault by fucking my ass with slow, gentle strokes. After a while, he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out while his lips latched onto a nipple, vigorously sucking it deep into his mouth. The rhythmic sound of his heavy ball sack slapping against the cheeks of my ass filled the room. Like a common brute, it didn't take him long to mercilessly hammer away at my backside with long, hard strokes. I had to endure the humiliation of being fucked like a dirty whore, as my father used his thick phallus to plow the depths of my bowels. I could feel him begin to shake as his thrusts became erratic. I've had sex long enough to know when a man is about to cum. And on the verge of his climax, father pinned my knees to my chest, plunged his manhood to the hilt, threw back his head and froze while letting out a loud, long moan. I could feel his cock swell right before his nasty spunk flooded my rectum. 

I raised my head out of curiosity and glanced between my legs. I could see my poor anus obscenely stretched around my father's veiny cock as it repeatedly twitched. I shifted my gaze to his flushed face and was greeted by a horrid mask of lust that made me immediately shut my eyes and turn my head; I didn't want to look upon his contorted features; It was as if the man above me wasn't my father at all, but some creature who had inhabited his body. When the last of his sticky semen was deposited into my anal cavity, he slowed his thrusts down and collapsed in exhaustion, heavily breathing into my neck. His sweaty torso smothered my aching breasts. I felt utterly repulsed at that moment. I started to have doubts as to whether I could hold out long enough to collect the money and run far from this place.

After a time, I tried to push father off me because his weight was becoming too much for me to support. "Father, let me move," I called out in frustration. He lazily rolled over, pulling his semi-erect cock out of my ass. I turned the other way with my back to him. I was about to get up and go to the bathroom when he stopped me and said, "Baby doll, let daddy enjoy your gape." I didn't know what he was talking about and it wasn't until he explained what he meant by "gape" that I became so embarrassed and really, really grossed out. I felt his hands spread my cheeks while he took in the view. I looked over my shoulder and caught his hungry gaze. What a total pig! How could my mother have married such a beast?

Once I became accustomed to our unnatural fuck sessions, which took several weeks to do, I noticed something about my father's libido that I used to my advantage: If I did a really good job putting out for him, like talking dirty while he fucked my ass, or went out of my way to hold my cheeks open so he could get a clear view of my gape, he would forget about the evening fuck—the one he did before going to bed. You see, for him it isn't just the physical release that's important; it's also the psychological one as well. When both his needs are met simultaneously, he forgoes the second ass fuck. Even though the contract stipulates anal sex “twice a day,” my father seldom takes advantage of it because I literally leave him wiped out. Thank God for small favors. I don’t think I could take being fucked more than once a day by that ugly slug of his. Another thing I couldn’t take, but had to if I was ever going to see a penny of my inheritance, was his need to capture our incestual coupling on camera. It turned my stomach knowing my father wanted to record these despicable acts between himself and his own daughter. His lame excuse being he needed masturbation material for the time I wasn't around. The fucking pervert!

Well, today marks the eight month since my father took my anal virginity. And in those months, he’s manage to stretch my asshole to the point where it always remains partially opened. Once this madness is over, the first thing I'm going to do is make an appointment with a plastic surgeon. Maybe he will be able to fix my gaping asshole. Oh God, I sure hope so.

During breakfast one day, my father announced he wasn't going to be ravaging me in the usual manner. Instead, he said he wanted me to do all the work for a change. I guess his age was finally catching up to him. Later that night when he called me to his room, I found him naked and seated in his plush red-velvet chair stroking his long, fat dick. I had already lubed my anus beforehand, which is what I usually did, unless he was in the mood to do it for me. I walked right up to his chair wearing nothing but a silver-chained belly bracelet and a string of pearls. I stood there waiting for his instructions. He told me to turn around so he could eye my shapely ass. After a minute went by, I decided to take the initiative. Anything to get this over with.

Without my father even asking, I reached back and spread my ass cheeks wide apart. A loud gasp escaped his mouth. I had to smirk at his reaction. Men! They're all alike! It doesn't take much to get them going. I glanced over my shoulder and watched how his bulging eyes took in every detail of my round derriere. Still holding my cheeks open, I slowly dropped my ass until I felt his large, spongy cockhead kiss my anus. I could feel it nudging my sphincter as I gradually allowed more of my weight to settle over the crown of his dick. More for his benefit than anything else, I arched my back a little more before I began to push down.

He moaned as the pink membrane of my anus sunk inside my body, stretching the tissue surrounding my sphincter before my anal ring slowly began to part, opening wider and wider so it could accommodate his abnormally large knob. The pain I used to feel when I first started getting fucked in the ass had now been replaced by a not too unpleasant burning sensation. Like anything else, once you do something often enough, you get good at it. I’m not proud of my newfound skill and it's not something I thought I’d perfect in my lifetime. Of course, I wasn’t so naïve to think that men who I dated wouldn’t ask to fuck me in my ass, but when the time came, I had hoped it would be on my terms and preferably, with the man I wanted to marry. I never once thought it would be my very own sick, perverted father!

I paused when I felt I had half of his shaft in me. I held my position for a short time so he could enjoy the view. In the past, my father told me his favorite part about stuffing his cock in my ass was watching the juncture where his dick and my anus met. He said it made his balls twitch. How fucking gross is that? Just what a daughter longs to hear from her loving father. His breathing sped up, becoming labored now. Maybe the old fuck would croak from the excitement. A girl can hope, right?

When I felt his prick twitch inside of me, I knew that was my cue to continue sliding down his erect pole. I slowly took in all 9-inches to the base. I sat on his lap moving my ass around in circles before slowly sliding back up to the head. Just as I was about to descend again, my father suddenly lost his patience and roughly grasped me by the hips. I didn’t mind since I’d rather he finish sooner than later. After all, it wasn't like I was getting any pleasure from it.

With a strength I never knew he possessed, he manhandled me like I had the weight of a doll, continuously lifting me up and down on his thick rod. My father's grunts were coming closer together now, which was a sure sign of his impending climax. I thought I'd help him along by clenching and unclenching my anus, making sure his foul slug of hard flesh was thoroughly massaged. That seem to do the trick. With one final grunt, he removed his hands and let me drop into his lap before his pisshole blasted rope after rope of his slimy cum deep into my bowels. He screamed as his cock violently jerked, depositing more of his spunk into my anal passage. I almost thought he was pissing the way his cum filled my ass. He must’ve been especially aroused tonight.

When his cock finally stopped twitching, I knew all his semen had been drained from his balls. I carefully began to lift my ass, registering the numbness I felt as my anus slid along the girth of his stiff member. His prick landed with a loud thud against his stomach when it was free from the confines of my winking asshole. I could feel my father's semen slide down the walls of my rectum. I hurriedly positioned my ass over his chest, just the way he likes it, and expelled a large glop over the gray hairs on his chest. Lewd farting sounds filled the room as more of his lifeless spunk oozed out of my pink pucker. I knew my anus was gaping at that moment, but I didn't care. The sensation of cool air rushing in and swirling around my anal canal was a welcome end to the humiliation I should've felt. It was a much needed balm for my burning asshole.

I sighed once the last of his nasty cum emptied from my yawing hole. I waited patiently for my father to clean me out with his coarse tongue. It's one of his kinks and I think it's gross. He wrapped his lips around my shitter and sucked like a starving man. Then he snaked his tongue-tip into the raw orifice of my rosebud and used it to fuck my ass. I could feel his drool leak into my anus as he feasted. After my father was done eating my ass, he had me suck his slimy cock until it was nice and clean of the lube and cum that coated its surface. Thankfully, I no longer dry heaved when I had to do that.

When I was all done, I straightened up, walked out of his study, and went to my room. Once I got there, I immediately locked my door and removed a small calendar from the drawer of my desk. I then marked off today’s date with a big, red X. "Soon baby, soon," I murmured to myself.

Anyway, that’s all I have to say about this terrible chapter in my life. I can’t wait until this shit is finally over. I only have another four months to go before I’m finally free of his perversity. And good riddance, too. But, what I really want to know after it’s all said and done is, was my ass really worth 60 million dollars? If you ask my father, he’ll say it is.

—Cynthia Deveraux

The End