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More Than a Mistress
Chapter 1
Pinkdick
[mF(50),Mg,caution, roughsex, spank,caning,incest, oral, anal]
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A FEW WORDS BEFORE THE STORY: (A MUST READ.)
It is said confession and apology is good for a person's mental state.
Pinkdick was a joint venture of two partners. The part, which was
'dick', was represented by DICKINTHEASS. The other one was my partner.
Only another single person apart from us knew this fact and he was the
publisher of the page where the stories written by Pinkdick were
published.
I received a blow when on 7th of this month I received a mail from
Turn_2corner letting me know that the above named story is a copy of
the story named "Crystal's First Day" by Clem Kadiddlehppper. I was
stunned with the news and wrote back to him that it can't be so. I was
sure that my partner wouldn't deceive me. But as Turn_2corner asked, I
wrote to the publisher to withdraw the story forthwith, without even
checking back with my partner. It remained on the net for the next day
then I found my story page withdrawn. I don't begrudge my publisher's
decision. He did what he thought best.
I had another blow when I downloaded 'Crystal's First Day' and found
that a part of this story was really a copy of that one. I was ashamed
of myself. True it was a part of the main story but a major part.
I would like to do the swan song for Pinkdick with this rewritten
story. I was never very good with SM and never tried much on this
line. So I had to borrow the thread of the story from crystal and
rewrite the entire thing once again. I hope anybody would object as
the complete tenor of the story has changed.
I have three purposes to fulfill with this resubmission of this story:
1. To apologize unconditionally to the original writer of 'Crystal's
First Day' as it was really copied and doctored to suit the theme of
this story. The theme is different and the portion that was copied and
now had been rewritten is indicated.
2. To apologize to Turn_2Corner for giving him an untrue statement,
and to apologize to my publisher for the inconvenience that I had
caused him. He is one of the best and I hope my 'devious' partner and
I have not caused any irreparable damage to his reputation.
3. The 334 readers who had downloaded the story wanted to read an
original one and not a doctored one, even partly. They were deprived
of the same. They now really can read an original story.
I'm sorry it took so many days to come out with the apology. I was
really stunned was unable to decide what to do. But at the end decided
that only truth should prevail.
I am not sure whether I would write any more, but this is the end of
Pinkdick. Regarding writting either in the name of DICKINTHEASS or any
other, the future is not yet sure of my writting carear. But I had
really enjoyed my stay on the net. I thank you all for the pleasure of
your association. If you feel that I still have potential you may
write to me at DICKINTHEASS@hotmail.com. At least that would give me
some idea that my folly was pardoned. It was a folly in absentia but a
folly nonetheless.
I'd be highly obliged if my publisher, Turn_2corner & the writer write
back to me letting me know that they have forgiven me.
Yours truly
DICKINTHEASS
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Intro:
Peggy feels the sharp pain as the thick cock pushes its way up her
tiny puckered hole. She was not a regular in this route but it was
real good the way she was handled, roughly without any regard to her
comfort but only for the pleasure of the thick shaft that was going
deeper in to her ass. Another cry tries to breakout of her lips and
she bit her lips hard to stop from crying out in pain. Peggy relaxed
her ass and wiggled it around to get the angle of penetration right.
The movement must have annoyed the young athlete and Peggy feels a
sharp pang on her broad fleshy ass as she was slapped hard on to her
undulating ass. 'Oh, my god. He is only a boy, fit to be my grandson.'
she thought and Peggy moaned as felt overjoyed by the situation. She
was being dominated by a boy, at the age of fifty and her cunt gushed
another volley of juice at the slap. Her lips opened to beg the boy
trying to shove his thick shaft full in to her asshole. "Fuck me
cowboy, fuck gran-momma in the ass, slap me, bit me and cum in my
ass," Peggy gurgles as she pushes her ass back on to his cock.
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More Than a Mistress
Chapter 1
Pinkdick
[mF(50),Mg(9),caution, roughsex, spank,caning,incest, oral, anal]
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Nick imagined himself going down off the stage. Striding to
her. Taking her in his arms. Ripping her red dress in shreds with his
powerful hands. No words, no niceties, just pure and simple mingling
and mating of the body.
It would be lovely, taking his clothes off in the full view
of all these society women gathered around. Laying the woman down on
the floor with all the care of carrying a precious piece of china.
Parting her slender legs apart, making her gasp as his finger enter
her sweet and wet sheath with his probing fingers. Closing her
delicate lips with his own, sucking the honey out of her mouth.
Trailing his lips down her neck, on the peaked nipples, down under the
arch of her tits, on to the indented navel, swirling his tongue over
the silky smooth skin of her belly convulsing under his hot tongue.
Going further down on to the core of her womanhood.
It would be heavenly, parting the petals of her delicate
cunt to open up the pink tunnel of love, hot and moist from the heat
aroused by his hot and humid touch, and looking at the delicate hard
nub of flesh, throbbing under his intense gaze, making her squirm in
anticipated declaration of lust with his probing tongue. Holding her
by the knees, bending over his body and burying himself deep inside
her in one single powerful lunge of his hip, making her shudder as his
cockhead slap on to the inviting portal of her womb and spurting his
thick seeds deep within the folds of her delicate cunt.
Oh, hell. He was standing in front of hundreds of people,
mostly women, mad with lust to get their hands over the choicest bit
of man-meat made available to them in the name of charity; thinking of
things that could bring a man, specifically a boy of seventeen who had
shot up to fame from the gutter of the society, public humiliation.
Stop it, Nick told himself fiercely sensing his pre-cum ooze out of
his thick throbbing cock and wetting his underwear. It would be a
shame if anyone could see a dark wet patch appearing in front of his
pants. He thought of the cold showers but his mind drifted to the
incident before his appearance on this blasted stage.
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Nick Lord stood in the wings of the improvised stage at
Hotel Rainbow, his jaw clenched tight with defiance, waiting to be
auctioned to the highest bidder. "It's a hellish thing to do," he
mumbled at no one in particular. Nick was the new soccer sensation.
Another Maradona in the making. The premier clubs of Italy and Spain
touted for him but he had refused to join them, preferring to be in
his own country. Now he is the highest paid soccer player in the
country. At the age of seventeen he was one of the richest soccer
player.
Nick ran his fingers through his hair, then smoothed his
hand down the lapel of his tux. He couldn't see the crowd in the
elegant ballroom but could damn well hear it. Every feminine hoot,
whistle and catcall. This was the crème de la crème of the society, he
was told. May be so. But they sure sounded pretty down and dirty from
where Nick stood. It was even dirtier than the ghetto where from he
came up.
"What'm-I-bid, what'm-I-bid, ladies, c'mon, c'mon," the
auctioneer's voice oozed from the loudspeakers like honey from a comb
on a hot Texas day. "C'mon, don't be shy, don't hold back. Win the man
of your dreams for the weekend," he droned wheedling at the gathering.
Shy? Nick snorted. Based on what he'd been hearing for the
past hour, the women gathered in the ballroom were about as shy as a
school of piranha, and about as gentle in making their wants known.
'Their maw must be open to the extreme and snapping to gobble up the
man meat that was being auctioned off,' Nick thought. His lips curled
in a smile as he thought of all those drooling toothless maws hidden
under the laces and frills. At seventeen he was the youngest of the
bunch of 'Bachelors for bucks' parading the stage. They cheered, they
laughed, they hooted and hollered until the gavel came down, then they
applauded and whistled as a jubilant female took out the last man.
Then they started all over again.
Nick looked at the woman, Peggy-with-the-big-boobs, who had
introduced herself as the 'slave-mistress,' push the next man out on
the stage. Nick was the last one and now stood alone with the elderly
slave-mistress. Peggy was a liitle above fifty with a body that could
pass for thirty with huge tits and tight ass. He had watched her ass
wobble as she had walked around the room. She was a flirt of first
order, leaving not a single chance to touch and fondle the men called
'Bachelors for Bucks'. They should have been called 'Studs for the
sexually deprived', Nick thought sourly. He had spied the slave
mistress put her hands between the legs of the men in the room and
caress their bulge, must be to get them ready for the auction of their
prime meat.
Now she turned her twin headlights at his direction and
almost slithered on top him. Her soft tits touched him and pressed
down. Nick was always horny and this was a sure thing to get his cock
up and away. He felt the boner begin to take form. The girl wiggled
her enormous tits on to his chest and sidled around.
"Your turn next, cowboy," she purred.
Nick jerked his eye up from the tit-flesh he was eyeing at
the husky sound of her voice. "Great," he said stiffly "The sooner we
get this over, the better."
"Want me to take a peek at the house? Tell you who hasn't
bought herself a hunk yet and looks as if she might be willing to pay
a decent price for you?" She asked.
"It's unimportant," Nick answered with dignity and the woman
laughed. Her boobs jiggling at him. Nick felt his cock tighten within
the confine of his boxer shorts and wanted to stop the woman from
laughing by cramming his thick cock down her throat. He gritted his
teeth. He was in no mood to laugh, he was conned to get into this
fiasco. He was conned by the coach and his senior colleagues in the
team.
"Move over, and let me look," the woman, another piranha
with a drooling maw without teeth, said.
"Look, look where?"
"There is a tiny crack, right here," she slipped by his side
to stand just in front of him, brushing his big bulge with her hand.
Her hand stilled at the feel of the thick cock underneath and her eyes
widened with surprise at the feel of the huge size of his hard cock.
Then she smiled and bent down to put her eye in the wall to look
through the crack.
Her dress stretched across her broad ass as she pushed it
back on to Nick's bulge. Nick felt highly excited as his shaft got
into the crease of her fleshy ass-cheeks. He couldn't resist pushing
in.
Nick felt her ass-cheeks clamp around his thick and robust
shaft through the layers of her clothes. Nick felt his face get warmed
as his cock throbbed with the need of putting it down a hot little
tight hole.
The woman wiggled her butt. "Nobody is going to come in,
cowboy. You can very well cum in," the woman giggled at her own pun
and looked at him over her shoulder and in a flash her skirt was above
her waist and the panty down near to her knees. Nick looked at the
brownish rose-hole wink up at him.
He lost all his resolve of detachment and the teenage
hormones roared into play. Nick fumbled with his fly and took his
already hard and ready cock out.
As Nick's cock stood erect in the open he pushed a finger up
the eager cunt undulating in front of him and found it creaming with
juices. The woman begged him to hurry and fuck her hard as the feeling
of desire shot higher and higher through her body. Nick had the
longest and thickest cock in his team and it was well loved by the
girls who had engulfed his gigantic tool in their cunt. "Hooo...hooo...
hurrrr..." the slave-mistress cried as the thick cockhead entered her
cunt. It stretched the matured pussy to the limit. The feeling of that
cock just entering her hole drove her wild and the woman pushed her
ass back so hard that Nick had to grip one of her clothes-covered tits
painfully hard to stop himself from getting unseated. Nick shoved his
entire length in to tight hole and looked at the connecting door with
worried eyes. But that didn't stop him from fucking the bent woman
hard. He was pushing in to her cunt so hard that her head struck on
the wall repeatedly.
"My God," he moaned over and over as the woman shoved back
on to his cock and clenched her pussy around his thick throbbing cock.
Peggy, the slave mistress gurgled in her throat with suppressed moan
as she felt the thick shaft slide its full length again and again in
to her juicy slit. Her little hole ached and throbbed around him. She
slid her hips, rotating them wildly as she brought her hand between
her thighs and fingered her erect clit. She wriggled and pushed and
let the thrill of the cock's thick friction make her crazy. Peggy's
cunt clenched over the thick shaft and she pushed her ass back taking
his entire length in to her cunt, making his stiff curly hairs kiss
her spasming asshole.
The contracting hole sent a surge of passion through Nick's
body and he started to fuck the dripping cunt of the woman who could
very well have been his grandmother. His cockhead slapped on to her
cervix again and again and Peggy went wild over the ravaging cock. She
pushed back, pulled out and pushed in her contracting hole on the cock
and with a piercing, whistling cry came on to his cock. She came too
quick, little shocks of electricity running up and down her juicing
cunt hole as she fingered her clit with passion. Nick wrapped his
hands around her hanging boobs and took her nipples in between his
fingers to pinch them hard. Peggy rhythmically ground her pelvis back
on to him and moan with pleasure.
Nick kept his throbbing cock deep inside her spasming cunt
all the while Peggy writhed all over the place, impaled on his mammoth
bar of flesh. Once the wave of cum subsided he began to fuck the cunt
again. But the old lady had lost her grip on the cock. It was now a
loose bunch of folds taking his cock in and out of her hot hole. Nick
missed the grip and the friction of the hot flesh on his cock. His
body was crying out for a tighter hold. Nick looked at the inviting
rose-hole and in a lash he took his thick cock out of her loose cunt.
Peggy moaned in protest as she felt the thick shaft slid out of her
cunt. But she began to whimper the moment she felt the thick cockhead
nudge her asshole.
Nick's thick pussy-juice coated cockhead pushed on to the
tight sphincter of the old lady. Breath whooshed out of her throat as
the hard cock flesh aided by the strong pelvic muscles of the young
sportsman set aside any resistance and burned its way in to the deep
dark hole. Peggy felt her bowels pushed inside her tummy filling the
voids like never before. She thought of her young grandson and decided
to woo him to get her fucked. He was nowhere as big as this man but
for a good ass-fuck his cock would be good enough.
The cock was too big for her matured ass but it sent waves
of sensation as it went deep inside her rectum. Peggy feels the sharp
pain as the thick cock pushes its way up her tiny puckered hole. She
was not a regular in this route but it was real good the way she was
handled, roughly without any regard to her comfort but only for the
pleasure of the thick shaft that was going deeper in to her ass.
Another cry tries to breakout of her lips and she bit her lips hard to
stop from crying out in pain. Peggy relaxed her ass and wiggled it
around to get the angle of penetration right.
The movement must have annoyed the young athlete and Peggy
feels a sharp pang on her broad fleshy ass as she was slapped hard on
to her undulating ass. 'Oh, my god. He is only a boy, fit to be my
grandson.' she thought and Peggy moaned as felt overjoyed by the
situation. She was being dominated by a boy, at the age of fifty and
her cunt gushed another volley of juice at the slap. Her lips opened
to beg the boy trying to shove his thick shaft full in to her asshole.
"Fuck me cowboy, fuck gran-momma in the ass, slap me, bit me and cum
in my ass," Peggy gurgles as she pushes her ass back on to his cock.
Nick looks down at the ass and raised his hand for another
slap. His other hand went under her belly and he takes her curly
cunt-hairs tightly into his fist. His raised hand came down on to the
fleshy ass with a resounding slap and bounces back to come down again
and again.
Nick pushes his cock till his balls rests over her gushing
cunt. He left the cock deep inside her ass and he slapped her ass with
merry abandon. His fist tugged on to the thatch of her pubic hair, his
middle finger searched and found the clit to rub the hard nub down
within the folds of her juice-bleeding cunt.
Nick pumped himself in and out of the tight asshole, slowly
at first, pushing the red-tipped head of his cock all the way into the
darkest depth of her ass, before pulling it all the way out again to
look at his cockhead peek out of the brown sphincter.
His grip tightened on to her pubic mound as he forces his
long middle finger in to the juice covered slick pussy tunnel. He bent
over the elderly woman grabbing her hanging tit hard. He squeezed it
as hard as possible and felt her cunt spasming on to his finger as
pain shoot through the hapless body of the woman. His hand went to
grip her wildly head by her hairs and bent her body back.
Peggy arched her back as she was pulled by the hair. Her eyes
bulges out of the sockets at the sharp pain. But the pain exhilarated
her. She was never treated rough in her life but found it too erotic.
Peggy once again found her cunt spasm as the lips of Nick Lord came
down hard on to her lips, took them into his mouth and bit on to the
soft yielding flesh. She began to have a multiple orgasm as the pain
in her battered body rose higher and higher. Peggy felt the taste of
blood on her tongue.
Nick felt the puckered hole clamp on to his thick shaft. He
moved his hand on to the bulged out tit flesh of the older woman and
squeezed it hard. His other hand cupped around the curve of her fleshy
cunt-mound and he pushed all the four of his fingers in to the loose
slit of the wobbling cunt. He felt Peggy gasp within his mouth. He
felt ecstatic as the woman's body surrendered under his rough
treatment.
It was a new height of sexual pleasure for Nick as he
treated the society lady like a common slut on the street. His thumb
rubbed her erect clit as his fingers dug deep in to her stretched
cunt. He moved his fingers furiously in the gasping cunt and thrashed
her asshole with his thick throbbing cock shaft.
Suddenly he stiffened and his cock bulged within the ass.
One vigorous thrust in the tight shit-chute and he came. Shooting thin
stream of cum right up inside her bowels. The cockhead throbbed and
deluged the ass with hot cream of his cock. Nick shoves Peggy away and
his plump cock comes out of the tight almost unused asshole with a
plop. With the other hand he pulls Peggy's gasping face on to his
spurting cock.
He forces the head and the shaft down her throat in one
swift shove, gagging Peggy. He pushes her face down on to his corded
abdomen hard smashing her nose on to the hard muscles, bending it out
of shape, and cutting the air from her lung completely. Peggy thrashed
around the floor as she felt breathless and the cum spurted deep
within her tummy. Slowly Nick released the pressure, allowing her to
breath.
"Suck the cock clean, you filthy cunt," Nick ordered her.
Peggy slowly cleaned the cock off all the juices that had
covered the thick shaft including the particles that had come out of
her ass.
Peggy looks up at the young man as she completes her task
and smiled. "That was very nice cowboy," she said huskily, the throat
still raw from the treatment it had received from that young thick
dick.
"Ah, Slave Mistress, You have my heartfelt gratitude. To
hell with the city and my reputation," Nick told the dazed woman and
stood up in front of the kneeling woman.
"Huh?" Peggy looked blank.
"Never mind," he told her curtly. His hand went to her
breast and gripped one of her nipple along with the cloth that covered
it. Peggy was braless and Nick pinched the nipple hard and tugged her
up to stand in front of him. "Too bad you're not there bidding, you
filthy whore. I'd have loved to have you for the weekend," Nick said
as his other hand went to grab her hairy cunt for the last time.
Peggy blushed like a schoolgirl at the blatant invitation
and pulled herself away from the intruding finger. She pulled her
panty up, wiggled her skirt back into position, then bent down to look
through the crack.
"Oh... oh... what she is doing here?" she whispered in an
anxious voice.
"Who?" Nick was curious.
"My niece, the blue eyed blonde who just walked in. Oh, I
hate her on sight. She has all, great hair, great face, great bod but
an ice princess. I hate her. But..." Peggy whispered with violent
emotion.
Then she steadied herself and looked back to Nick. "Never
mind. You'll do lots better than me," she said as the gavel sounded
and they heard the roar of the crowd. Peggy pushed him on to the stage
with a gentle shove and a wan smile on her face.
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All correct. Peggy-the-slut had said her niece was a
blue-eyed-blonde, had great hair, a great face and great body. And all
wrong because those words didn't come anywhere close to describing the
real woman. She looked like a sixteen but the proud tilt of her head
said she was in her late twenties at the least. And she was no bimbo.
Her hair was a cascade of silk, the color of ripening wheat,
her eyes the color of Texas bluebells. Her face was a perfect oval,
with those incredible blue eyes darkly lashed and wide-set under
slender, arched brows. She had a proud, straight nose, a sexy
indentation above her mouth... Oh, that mouth. The full upper lip. The
softly curved lower one. It was a mouth for kissing.
His gaze dropped lower, to the tanned shoulders left bare by
a halter-necked dress the color of garnets, to the generous curves
lift of her breasts, the slender waist and rounded hips flaring at the
side a back in a wide symmetrical curve. Her skirt ended mid-thigh,
revealing a long length of shapely leg. Nick's blood hummed in his
ears.
He wanted her. Wanted her with a primal need and desire that
surpassed anything he'd ever known. Not even the first fuck he had at
the age of seven when his teacher took him inside the toilet and
sucked on to his throbbing over-sized dick. He had shuddered in
ecstasy when Miss Thornton had pulled his cock out and blew her hot
breath on to it.
But that was nothing compared what was happening to him. Not
even the feeling of dominating Peggy was anything near to what he was
feeling now. He wanted to kiss that mouth, caress that gorgeous pair
of tits naked and hot under his palm. He wanted to put his hand
between her long legs and trace the contour of her fleshy cunt. He
wanted to delve deep in to the juicy depth of her pussy with his
tongue and suck as she lay shuddering under his probing mouth.
He wanted to melt the coldness that clung to her like an
invisible sheath of ice. What Peggy had called her, 'the ice
princess?' Nick could see that in her posture. In the way she didn't
blink when she looked back and his eyes met hers. It was evident in
the defiant lift of her chin. Nick felt his flaccid cock stir within
the folds of his pants and he smiled at the woman mentally willing her
to bid for him, he wanted her to be the owner for the weekend.
He knew she could see the frank, sexually sizzling appraisal
in his gaze - and that it didn't matter a damn to her. Look all you
like, she seemed to say, but don't be foolish enough to think you can
have what you see. Nick felt his entire body tighten, at the implicit
challenge that came in waves towards him. The sounds of the cheering
women, the drone of the auctioneer, faded to a dull roar.
Nick imagined himself going down off the stage. Striding to
her. Taking her in his arms. Ripping her red dress in shreds with his
powerful hands. No words, no niceties, just pure and simple mingling
and mating of the body.
Taking his clothes off in the full view of all these society
women gathered around. Laying the woman down on the floor with all the
care of carrying a precious piece of china. Parting her slender legs
apart, making her gasp as his finger enter her sweet and wet sheath
with his probing fingers. Closing her delicate lips with his own,
sucking the honey out of her mouth. Trailing his lips down her neck,
on the peaked nipples, down under the arch of her tits, on to the
indented navel, swirling his tongue over the silky smooth skin of her
belly convulsing under his hot tongue. Going further down on to the
core of her womanhood.
Parting the petals of her delicate cunt to open up the pink
tunnel of love, hot and moist from the heat, and looking at the
delicate hard nub of flesh, throbbing under his intense gaze, making
her squirm in anticipated declaration of lust with his probing tongue.
Holding her by the knees, bending over his body and burying himself
deep inside her in one single powerful lunge of his hip, making her
shudder as his cockhead slap on to the inviting portal of her womb and
spurting his thick seeds deep within the folds of her delicate cunt.
"I have five thousand," the auctioneers shout brought him
back to the reality with a start. Nick forced himself to focus on the
delighted faces of the crowd. "Do I hear six?" he heard the auctioneer
crow in glee.
"Six," the lady in the front yelled.
Nick fixed his attention on her. He flashed a sexy smile.
She squealed.
He turned his back to the audience, looked over his shoulder
and pretended he was going to slip his jacket off.
The crowd whooped and cheered.
"Six-five," a brunette shouted. Nick turned and blew her a
kiss. He didn't need the ice princess. He had a trio of women in a
frenzied bidding war over him and there was that matured cunt, Peggy.
He could very well get her to be his sex-slave. What more could a guy
ask?
"Seven," a stunning redhead said.
"Hey," he shouted, "I'm worth a lot more than that!"
The crowd stamped its well-shod feet in approval. The
brunette laughed, and another redhead shot to her feet. "Seven-five,"
she called, and everybody cheered and applauded.
Nick grinned. At the least he was going to win the bet. He
was going at the highest price. The highest was five till then.
"I'm worth more than that too," he yelled. The crowd loved
it.
"Eight," the lady in the front said.
"Eight five," the brunette shouted.
"Nine!"
Nick laughed. The evening he'd dreaded was turning out to be
fun. One more glance at the blonde, that was all, before the gavel
swung down. Not that it mattered. He'd probably overestimated her
looks. If she'd walked farther into the room so that she was closer to
the stage, he'd have seen her flaws.
What flaws?
She had come closer, while the bidding was raging. She was
almost at the stage and Dear God, she wasn't beautiful, she was
spectacular. And she was looking at him. Her expression was difficult
to read. Interested, yes, but it seemed....
Nick's hand knotted at his sides as the woman turned swiftly
and started back the aisle. Who this babe think she was, to check him
out and then walk away? Turn around, Nick thought furiously, turn
around.
The woman's pace increased. Nick took a step forward. To
hell with the auction.
"Nine Thousand," the auctioneer shouted, and the crowd
roared. "Nine thousand once... Nine thousand twice..."
"Ten," the brunette screamed.
The blonde stopped. That's it, baby. Nick thought. Turn
around, look at me.
And that she did. Her eyes met his. Their gazes locked, and
held. For one breathless moment, there was no one else in the room, no
one else in the universe. It was only them. Nick and the blonde woman.
She knew it, too.
Nick saw her acknowledge it as he eyes widened, saw the
impact of the understanding in the sudden, rapid rise and fall of her
magnificent boobs under her slinky red dress. The tip of her tongue -
a pale, silken pink - slipped over her soft-looking mouth. Nick felt
sick, thinking of the same tongue swirling over his angry red
cockhead. He felt his abdominal muscles clench tightly and his cock
throb.
Nick's eyes bored into hers. Do it, he willed, do it, damn
you, do it...
"Going once," the auctioneer said, "to the lady at the table
three, for ten thousand dollars. Going twice, Going..."
"Twenty thousand dollars."
The crowd gasped. Every head swiveled toward the woman with
the blonde hair. Even the auctioneer leaned forward.
"Would you repeat your bid, madam, please?"
The woman took a deep breath. Nick thought he saw her
tremble but he knew he must have been mistaken, because when she spoke
again, her voice was cool, controlled, and touched with something that
bordered on amusement.
"I said, I bid twenty thousand dollars."
Bang went the gavel. "Sold," the auctioneer said,
triumphantly, "to the lady in red."
And the crowd in the ballroom of the Hotel Rainbow went
wild.
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The bang of the gavel echoed through the ballroom, but it
was not as loud as the sudden thump of Blanche Quicksilver's heart.
"Sold," the auctioneer shouted, "to the lady in red."
The lady in red, she thought numbly.
Blanche thought, for an instant, her legs would buckle. She
bowed her head and gripped the chair in front of her. She'd come here
to have a look and now she had bought her a man. A man, no a boy,
named Nick Lord.
A stud named Nick Lord, a little voice inside her head said
coldly. The man on the stage was every inch a stud, if looks and
attitude were anything to go by. Why on earth she had done something
so stupid? Blanche sucked in her breath.
It's that attitude of the man. With the tilt of his chin,
the piercing look of his eyes, he reminded her of her father and
Blanche felt faint. Dad is dead and why then his shadow should haunt
her? Her mind reeled and went back to her childhood.
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(WHERE FROM THE COPYING STARTED. But presently has been revised &
rewritten.)
Blanche sat on the edge of the small bed waiting for her
father. She was alone in the attic, and was shivering from cold. She
had woken up from a troubled sleep in this windowless room with
white-painted walls. Aunt Peggy had sent her up over here as a
punishment and she was waiting for her father to arrive. And if her
aunt Peggy to be believed she was about to be used as a sex-toy by
him. Her lips quivered as she sobbed quietly in anticipation. But she
didn't believe her. Dad loved her and he would never hurt her.
Aunt Peggy had brought her eight-year-old daughter Becky and
without any ceremony had exposed her naked ass to the eyes of Blanche
by lifting it over her back. It was marked with red welts and had told
Blanche that it was given to her by her brother because Becky had
refused to take his thick cock up her asshole. Aunt Peggy had laughed
when Blanche had gasped in shock at the sight of the tortured ass.
"Now you too would be in the same boat like your cousins. I've already
talked to your father and he agreed not to spare you any more. Now you
can have ample cock in your cunt and ass to fill it up," Peggy had
smirked with the last word. Then Blanche was bundled and brought down
to this room in the attic.
Blanche was a pretty girl and aunt Peggy said she looked
just like Nicky Anderson, though she didn't have any idea who she is.
She was not supposed to know the name of the pretty blonde porn star.
Blanche had a broad and curved ass, she was proud of. She had watched
elder boys look at it and drool. But she was not so happy with her
small tits. It was not that big, even Becky had a bigger pair of tits.
She only had a small puffy little mound with pink tipped nipples.
Her young life had been filled with tragedy, her mother had
died when she was thrown over by a new colt she was trying to break
before she entered first grade. Dad had brought in aunt Peggy to look
after her, as he was busy with his business empire. Aunt Peggy came
with her three daughters all between five to eight year olds. Little
did she know that her father had brought in aunt Peggy, his youngest
sister just to warm his bed. He was interested in young girls and that
too was satisfied as he fucked the two little nieces in front of their
mother with her direct encouragement and involvement. And thus held an
enormous power over her father. Peggy had made Blanche's life
miserable. She was punished for mere infringements.
Like today, She was found with her finger in the cunt.
Blanche was told in the school that it's feels real funny when the
cunt is caressed with a finger. The name cunt also was new to her,
Melanie told her all this. Melanie's elder sister had shown her and
Melanie had loved the way she felt. She was really excited about her
new discovery and had shared it with Blanche. So Blanche tried to find
out how it feels to have her finger in her cunt. It really felt good.
It was so cool to have her finger inside her cunt; but it had pained a
little too when she had tried to put the finger deeper in to her cunt.
Blanche felt the need of an elder sister who could have shown her the
ways. But she had forgotten to close the door and aunt Peggy caught
her with her finger inside her cunt. Aunt Peggy had put her down in to
this room in the attic. She never knew such a place existed in their
homestead.
Blanche noticed one wooden bench a little further away on
another side. It was of a peculiar shape. Rounded on the top standing
on four stout legs. There were straps hanging from the legs and
Blanche shivered in anticipation. She could visualize the purpose for
which this would be used. She had seen boys put on to the lap and
spanked. This bench could very well be used instead of a lap. She
shivered as a cold dread passed through her body. Blanche looked
around and saw a big mirror fixed on the wall. There was a light
fixture over it and that one lighted the room. Blanche could see
herself seating on the bed in the mirror.
Unknown to Blanche, her father, Mike was watching his
daughter sitting straight up on the bed through that one-way mirror
that was fixed only for that purpose. He was sitting on a chair. Peggy
sat between his legs, her big boobs brushing his legs as her head
bobbed on his thick cock shaft. Becky and Sandy were sitting on the
arms of the chair on either side of him. Mike had their small tits
cupped in his hands. Sandy was only five, but her tits were bigger to
Blanche. But he liked small and firm tits. Mike was really proud of
his daughter's figure, he thought as he watched her sitting on the
bed.
He wanted to get into the room and take her in to his arms.
He loved her, no doubt; but he was excited beyond measure now. He was
excited with the prospect of ravishing that sweet delectable body of
his daughter. He wanted to get in but decided to wait a little more.
Peggy had told him about her masturbating in the bathroom.
That itself was not a punishable thing. But you don't have to find
causes to punish somebody. His cock throbbed within Peggy's mouth as
he looked at Blanche. Mike had never thought of looking at his own
daughter for his pleasures. The thought had never occurred to him. He
was not aware of her getting as old as this to be curious about her
sexuality. Peggy was right. If a girl is to know about sex, the first
one to let her know about it should be the father. That way they learn
from a young age and that too not from a stranger. To Mike pleasure in
sex was less from the actual act of sex but more from looking at the
helpless shivering body of the female cowering down in front of him.
Obeying him without any question. He loved to see their body quake in
fear. The younger they are, more pleasurable the sensation. It was the
panic in their eyes, when they see him that gave the maximum pleasure.
So He decided to let Blanche sit for a little while and wait. The
anticipation of being punished would create panic and panic gives rise
to control.
He smiled as he watched her, sitting cool and composed alone
in the room. She's strong, he thought, but still a little girl, his
own little girl and it would really be a pleasure to breach her tight
little holes. He thought her slight body quiver under him in fear. Her
tight little asshole throbbing around his cock as she tremble with
fear. His hands tightened over the tiny little tits of his niece as
flash of excitement spiked through his body. Becky and Sandy cried out
in pain and his excitement grew to a higher level. He looked at his
sister. Peggy smiled at him looking up at him fondly. She loved to see
her daughters being fucked and punished by her brother. Sex and abuse
she enjoyed, and would have loved to see them killed with his bare
hands, but he liked little girls too much to kill them.
Blanche looked up as the door opened at last and her father
stepped in. She shot up from the bed and stepped towards her father,
her mouth widened in a smile. Blanche was shocked as she heard her
father order her to stop moving in a hoarse voice. Her smile lost its
shine. She could see he was highly excited; his face florid and eyes
red. The strong smell of alcohol wafted to her nose. Blanche resigned
to her fate as she watched the look of greed and desire on the face of
her father. She saw with her peripheral vision, her aunt peek in to
the room. Blanche stood transfixed at the harsh voice of her father
and her mind registered the movements of her cousins by her aunt's
side, looking into the room with curiosity. Slowly Peggy closed the
door as Mike advanced in to the room.
Blanche had stopped in mid stride and now stood motionless.
Something inside her warned her not to provoke her father. The man
looked like her father, but there was a sea change in his attitude.
Now she could believe in aunt Peggy's words. She knew she was going to
be punished. And punished severely. But was she going to be used as a
fuck-toy? Like a girl not having any say the way she is going to be
used? And that too by her father? Her heartbeat increased but she
tried to keep her cool. Her legs trembled.
Blanche had imagined that everything was going to be all
right the moment her father stepped in, but it was not going to be so.
It was not going to be a loving reunion between a father and a
daughter after a few days absence. Blanche looked straight at her
father's glowing eyes, glowing with lust and she shivered with the
intensity shown in them.
Mike walked into the room and stood in front of his
daughter. Blanche's lips trembled and eyes filled with tears. She
looked up at him and whispered uncertainly, "dad?" Stars cascaded in
front of her eyes as her father's thick palm came down hard on to her
cheek. Blanche reeled from the power of the slap and sat down on the
bed. She looked up to her father. She was never been hurt before,
never even been touched harshly by her father except in his loving
embraces and the slap on the face, so hard, so cruel, came as a
complete shock to her. She looked up through the mist of pain and saw
her father looking at her with a curious crooked smile on his lips.
Her head was in the level of his pajama bottom, the only garment he
was wearing and saw a stirring movement inside the loose folds. 'He is
getting excited by slapping me,' Blanche thought dazedly.
"You are going to speak only when you are spoken to, my dear
daughter. You are going to stand still unless you are told to do
otherwise. You do exactly what I say and nothing more. And when you
displease me, you are going to be punished. Do you understand that?"
Blanche nodded her head and screamed in pain. Her father had his
blonde hairs in a swift and cruel grip. "You are to answer with 'Yes
dad,' whenever I talk to you," she was told.
Mike was overjoyed as he watched his daughter's eyes change
its expressions. From joy and elation to uncertainty, from there to
shocked disbelief, then further to fear. He never thought he would
feel so excited, looking down at his daughter's trembling figure. He
loved her no doubt but at his own terms and that rested on complete
obedience.
He cursed himself for not taking his daughter in to his
hands before. He wouldn't have required Peggy and her daughters if he
had. But thank god, it was Peggy who showed him the way. Her motive is
different and being an astute businessman it was not difficult for
Mike to get deep in to his sister's mind. His mind filled with love
for his daughter.
Blanche was startled as his voice changed at the next moment
and he asked in that sweet caressing voice she was used to, "Are you
hurt, baby?"
She was startled but remembered to reply, "yes dad," in a
subdued voice. She didn't want to invite punishment unnecessarily. And
that was sure to come if she doesn't do as her father commands. The
sight of her cousin's battered and bruised ass was good enough for
her. And now she believed, she was going to be really punished if she
does anything to annoy her father. Her throbbing cheek was a great
reminder. It's better to be a fuck toy and remain unharmed than to get
battered and bruised to keep your head high. She would have her chance
someday.
Her father again smiled in appreciation at her control. Mike
was getting ready to slap her once again. She would forget to reply,
he was sure. He felt a little disappointed but there was a tiny part
in his mind that respected his daughter's control on her emotions. She
was startled but that didn't stop her from obeying. Mike told her to
turn slowly. Blanche pirouetted slowly, ever so slowly. Mike extended
his hand and stopped her movement. He placed his hand on her back and
slowly brought it down to cup both her broad ass. Mike squeezed the
soft cheeks; his cock sprang within his pajama bottom, the soft cloth
whispered against her body as he drew his daughter closer to his body.
Her hands clenched in to a fist but didn't move. They
remained still at her side as Mike traced her ass-cleft with his
finger. He spread her ass-cheeks apart with her palm and placed the
finger on her tiny rosebud. Blanche tensed as she felt the finger
pressed on to her tight rectal opening. Mike slipped his finger inside
and felt his daughter relaxed her muscles for easier entry. He smiled
again. Mike moved his finger a few times within her tight asshole and
took it out. He heard his daughter expel her breath. He once again
smiled and put his thumb on to her still throbbing rosebud. The brown
little hole yielded under pressure. He moved his middle finger through
her thighs and slowly inserted it in to her cunt. He heard Blanche
take a deep breath, her thighs trembled and the tiny cunt gripped on
to his finger. It was tight, so very tight that it was difficult to
penetrate the hot core of her girlhood. Mike felt his finger get wet
as his daughter's cunt started to get wet around his probing finger.
Mike drew Blanche closer to his body and his cock brushed on
her rounded ass through the pajama bottom. He felt her flinch from the
sudden touch of his throbbing flesh. Mike hardened further; it was
almost a pain not to feel her hot ass on his bare cock. "Bring your
hands back and open my pajama, Blanche," Mike whispered. Blanche
stiffened as she heard her father. She was disgusted but determined
too, she was not going to give her father the pleasure of punishing
her. She was sure that is what he wanted, a scrap of reason to punish
her.
Her hands went back to fumble between their bodies and she
felt the cord give. There was a soft whisper of the falling cloth but
the feel of the cloth was still present at the back of her thighs when
she brought her hands back by the side of her body. She was puzzled
and curious to know why the cloth didn't fall down. Mike looked down
at the pajama, it stayed draped over his thick cock, the hard
protrusion didn't allow the cloth to fall down on the floor. He was
frustrated and his hand clenched within his daughter's cunt, the
finger trying to meet with the thumb pushed inside her asshole. His
nails dug deep in to her membranes.
Blanche felt the nails graze over her tender flesh. Pain
shot through her tiny little body. Blanche clenched her jaws and
tightly squeezed her eyes closed trying to stop the feeling of pain
shooting through her body. She felt her father wiggle and the soft
cloth of his pajama whispered down on to the floor. Her body was drawn
further back and the coarse hairs first tickled and then brushed on to
her skin. She felt the thick velvety feel of the bar of his flesh
press on to her ass, trailing the line of the crack of her ass.
She felt her father's fingers went out of her cunt and
asshole. The relief was short lived. Blanche tensed once again as her
father's hand moved on to her belly, drawing her further on to his
body. She tried to relax but the orbs clenched around the thick cock
involuntarily. Blanche felt hot as her ass-cheeks contracted and
relaxed around his thick throbbing member with a rhythm of its own as
she felt her father palm her cunt.
He caressed and squeezed on to her hot little mound sending
shivers down her spine. Melanie was right. It really felt good to be
caressed on your cunt. Her ass danced on the imprisoned cock with the
movement of her father's palm on her cunt.
Mike was thrilled with the response from his daughter's
unwilling body. The stiffened neck and spine told about her mental
state, but the oozing cunt was speaking loudly of her excitement. She
was finding sexual pleasure from the handling of her body, though her
mind was fighting against it.
Mike slowly moved his hip to and fro, making his cock move
over the crack of her ass-orbs. "Put your hands on your cunt, baby,"
he told her and once again smiled as her hands moved to be placed on
to his hand covering her cunt and heard her daughter mumble, "Yes
dad," softly.
He admired her strength of mind. She wanted to take control
of a bad situation. Go with the flow and turn it to your favor. He had
learnt it through experience but his daughter had it in her from this
young age. He moved his cockhead down and pushed it through the gap
between her thighs. Moving his palm he guided the throbbing length on
to her cunt, tracing the length of her hot and wet slit without
entering. "Keep my cock pressed on to your cunt," he said and took his
hand away from her cunt. Her soft hands pressed down on to his cock
pressing it harder on to the cunt. He felt its surface get wet with
her juices.
Blanche felt her cunt twitch over her father's cock and was
ashamed of her reaction. It was humiliating to feel this way. She felt
the velvety hardness of his thick member that he was calling his cock,
throb under her pressing hands and had a queer urge to pee on to his
hand. She knew that was not permissible and she will be punished. She
clenched her cunt-lips together to send the feeling away but it
intensified instead. She shuddered and felt faint as the sensation
increased within her cunt. It was now throbbing on its own and getting
really wet. Her cunt clenched and relaxed over the cock, making the
shaft wetter and wetter with her secretions.
Mike felt her body shudder, pressed over his chest. She was
going to cum any moment and her gasp was a sure indication that it was
absolutely a new feeling to her. He moved his hands on to her soft
body, caressing the skin, fingering her belly button. He traced the
soft curve under her tiny tits. Moved his palm to cover both her
tit-mounds.
She felt her father's hands move up on to her belly,
caressing. Her muscles clenched and she wanted to run away from the
touch. It was intensifying the queer sensation inside her hot and
humid cunt. It was scary the way the sensation was taking control of
her body and mind. She wanted to fight it but was a puppet in its
hand. She felt her abdominal muscles knotted within and she tried hard
to relax and will away the feeling spiraling inside her body. But it
was like a cloudburst and she had no control over it.
Mike's hands lingered over her soft little tits. He took the
budding pink nipples between his fingers and pulled her tit-flesh
hard. The tits big enough to join them together in one point and pull
upward, hard. Blanche gasped as she went up along with the pull on her
tits and rose on to her toes. Her cunt clenched and throbbed but the
pain on her tit stopped her from cumming. She bit in to her lips to
stop from screaming though pain shot on to her nipples and radiated
throughout her body. She wanted to take her hands up and pry her
father's hand from her tortured tits. With a Herculean effort Blanche
stopped herself from doing it. Through the haze of pain her mind
screamed not to do that. It would be like succumbing to the wishes of
her father.
Mike was thrilled. He could sense the fluttering of her
hands on his thick throbbing cock. The turmoil that was going inside
his daughter's mind. He tugged and squeezed hard, making her hang from
her tits for a moment. But the hands remained on his cock and
tightened its grip. Slowly he put his daughter down and released the
grip on her nipples. He didn't want her to experience pleasure under
his caressing hands. He wanted her to have pleasure under pain. Like a
drug, she should be addicted with the pain, trying to stop herself
from getting her release through it but not being able to resist the
pull of its pleasure.
His fingers caressed and soothed the bruised nipples and
tit-flesh. He looked at the rosy nipples and the small tits, now red
and bruised, marked with his fingers. They were perfect. Two tiny
tubers of flesh were crowned with perfectly formed pink tipped
nipples. Mike moved his hands down, caressing and fondling the soft
flesh of her belly. He put a finger down on to her cunt shoving it
between his cock and her skin. His fingertip touched the erect clit
and it stiffened under his soft caress.
Mike was delighted with her reaction. He pulled his cock out
of her palms, now glistening with her juices and placed it once again
between her ass-cheeks. His one hand played with Blanche's cunt, while
the other moved behind her to mold the bum-cheeks around his shaft.
His finger traced the out line of his daughter's refined and elegant
cunt. His cock moved and slipped on her crack as he slowly undulated
his hips. He wanted to part her cheeks and push his cockhead in to her
dark depth.
Mike turned Blanche around to face him. He bent his knees,
sent his once cock again through her thighs but this time from her
front. He hands went around his daughter to cup her fleshy ass. He
slowly straightened his knees, lifted Blanche, almost making her sit
over his thick throbbing cock. He started to move his hips, stroking
his cockhead along her cunt-slit. His cockhead nudged and parted her
wet lips but was refused any entry in to the tight and hot cunt.
Mike looked at his daughter's face. Her eyes were looking
somewhere at the middle of his chest, her eyes puffy with unshed tears
and the lips quivering with suppressed emotions. He felt a queer sense
of pride that was mixed with frustration. All the other girls he had
brought under him had cried and begged to be released; even Becky and
Sandy had done that, in the presence of their mother, but not Blanche.
She was too strong and in control. It won't do much good to
break her totally. She is to be nurtured but it would be nice to see
her slip and put on to the horse for a beating. Either it would break
her fully or she would be stronger for that. He badly wanted to see
what would happen.
"Sit down", he said indicating the floor beside the bed.
Blanche sat down without any argument, Indian style. Mike sat on the
bed in front of her. "Before we begin, you probably have some
questions for me, and I imagine you wonder why you are here?"
She regarded that as a question and again said, "Yes dad."
"Good", he said, "very good. You are a very smart girl,
Blanche. I'm really proud of you. Well, you may not believe this, you
will be my slave, and not my daughter any more. Like your nieces you
would be my sex-toy and will do whatever I say without hesitation, is
that understood?"
Again Blanche replied, "yes dad" her eyes still avoiding
meeting his father's.
"That's fine", her father said, "then come over here and
suck my cock".
Blanche hesitated a little before getting up and kneeling
before her father, who had turned to bring her body between his
thighs. Suck his cock? Blanche felt nauseated at the thought. She
guessed her father would look for any opportunity to strap her on to
the horse and hit her with the thin whalebone that was dangling by the
side, and there was no point in trying to resist. She won't be able to
match him with physical strength. Then there was aunt Peggy. She would
have to go through the house even if she is able to take her father by
surprise and somehow get out of the closed door of the room. She knew
that after the caning was over she would be right back in the same
situation, but after living through the intense pain of the whipping
that she could only imagine. So she knelt and placed her lips over his
prick and sucked on it like it was her favorite ice-cream candy.
Unbelievable, her father thought as she placed his cock
between her lips. His daughter was always surprising him. Like others,
he thought, Blanche would show a sign of disgust on her face. Like
them she would refuse to take that ugly thing in her tiny mouth. But
there was only a calm acceptance. She was sucking him for all she was
worth, although she hadn't the slightest idea how to go about it.
He held her soft hair in his hands and instructed his
daughter. "Take it in further, as far as you can, and run your tongue
back and forth over the shaft." He was a large man, and his daughter
took the length into her mouth, with difficulty, gagging and groaning,
his lips stretched beyond normal around her father's stiff shaft. At
the end her lips pressed against his pubic hair.
"Now move your head in and out," he said, guiding her head
with his hands, " and go on sucking it. Be as gentle as possible and
don't touch it with your teeth."
Blanche was too good to be believed and soon she had her
mouth in full motion, her lips covering her teeth, moving back and
forth over his cock as her tongue worked around the shaft and sucking
sounds escaped her lips. "Now hold my balls in your hands, very
gently," he said, and Blanche complied without any hesitation. She had
to connect to word "balls" to his testicles, but the only thing
remotely connected to the term was dangling below the shaft she was
sucking on.
Blanche was in shock as she felt her father's hard cock
occupy her mouth. Balls, she thought, they do feel round, as her
fingers lifted and cupped her father's sack. She was initially
disgusted with the feel of her father's hairy balls in her little
hands, but her action matched her father's wishes without showing any
reaction on her part, as if she was doing it everyday for her entire
lifespan of seven years. Her father's hands were now grabbing her head
and hair as he moved her head back and forth.
She could feel him tense up and start to breathe quickly.
She knew that men squirted sperm from their things, and what it was
for. Did he intend to squirt it into her mouth? Would it be like pee?
Did pee come out with the sperm? The sheltered 7 year-old had no
clue of such matters, aside from the vague hints and suggestions of
her friends. Blanche continued to suck on to her father's cock and
massage the round pebbles within the hairy sack. The taste was not so
bad, she thought as salty pre-cum sipped on to her tongue.
Mike had no intention of cumming so quickly, but this was
unexpected. Her reaction to his command was beyond anything he had
imagined. She was a damn good cocksucker, better than his mother who
was the best. Over and above the pent up desire for his own daughter
was too much for him to sustain any longer. He moved fast within her
mouth and was beyond the point of no return, so he quickly instructed
his daughter as she pumped her head in his lap.
"I'm going to cum now, I'm going to spray my liquid pearls
into your mouth. You won't stop sucking my cock till I tell you and
should swallow every drop. Even if a single drop escapes your lips you
would be punished," Mike gasped. Blanche didn't slow down as she
listened to him, tonguing the top of his throbbing cock, tickling the
cock-slit with her tongue tip, as she was curious about it and found
the drops of precum oozing out of it very tasty. She didn't feel
nauseated any more. Then she increased her pace as he held her heard
by her hair and flexed his hips upwards. His cock moved faster and
faster in to the tiny mouth, hitting the back of her throat at every
thrust, gagging her, forcing her to breath through her nose. Blanche
felt really excited now as she sucked on to her father's cock. His
thrusts were erratic now, showing a partial loss of control on his
part. That was magnificent. When the other party looses control, you
gain; she had heard her father several times, telling his employees.
So there was some power in her that could make her father loose a
semblance of power.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, unnnnnnnngggghhhhhhhh..." he cried as the
first blob of cum spurted into her mouth, and several long spurts
followed as he thrust shoved his dick through his daughter's lips and
down her throat, gagging her, choking her breath and deluging her
stomach with his hot & bubbling cum. God! The sensation was something
he never had felt in his entire sexual life, but he watched his
daughter's face flush as it became suffused with blood, her fair skin
turned red with a glow coming out of it, but she did not flinch, her
throat muscles squeezed hard on to his throbbing dick, milking all the
cum that was inside his cock stem, her bewildered eyes opened wide.
His cock jumped and throbbed as it spurted blob after blob of cum
directly in to his daughter's belly. Then the thick cock wilted inside
and retreated through the tight passage. He could feel her swallowing
as the last few drops were sucked from his cock. Mike held Blanche's
head still and remained still. He didn't require instructing his
daughter to suck gently as he sat back in the afterglow of the
explosion. She did all on her own.
That was about as good as it gets, he thought. Again he
admired the control his daughter possessed, to give ultimate head for
the first time in her life, deep-throating his immense length, that
even his sister was unable to do at this matured age. Blanche did it
without any uncertainty and without holding any thing back. It was a
contest of the giants, as if she was challenged and reciprocated with
her own weapons. He wanted to shock her, instead was given a shock
from her end. It was a statement from his daughter, mute but
world-shaking in its impact. "You can't make me cower, but you're
welcome to try your best," she was screaming out at him.
Mike felt exhilarated. He looked forward to the first
opportunity to whip the child, to see her reaction to the reality of
what she was fighting so hard to avoid. But was she? Or was it another
ploy to get him loose his control. He did loose control, and he never
had before. It was a sobering thought for Mike. "Get up," he muttered
and watched his daughter rise.
Blanche rose from her knees, she had lost sensations on her
legs, sitting on her knees for such a longtime over the rough floor.
She stood motionless for the moment as the blood returned to her legs.
Mike indicated her to sit on the only chair in the room and Blanche
moved to sit over there. Mike watched his daughter sitting on the
chair, looking down at the floor, her thighs tightly closed together.
He watched her intently and tried to plan his next move. How to get
her on to that wooden horse, what should I do to get her diffident
little body draped over that machine of pleasure and pain? Mike
thought as he watched the emotions play on his daughter's face.
Blanche was in a predicament as her father's cock spurted
into her mouth as he pulled on her hair and smashed his belly into her
face. She couldn't breathe and the cum in her mouth made her gag, but
she had the will to do as she was told and began to swallow the
liquid. Gradually he slowed down and relaxed into the chair, and she
could breathe through her nose again. It turned out the sperm didn't
have any particular taste, and the sick feeling passed as she lightly
sucked on his cock, as he demanded, her hands still cradling her
father's balls, as he had called them. She liked the taste, so to say.
And didn't even dislike the way her father treated her. He was a man
behaving like a man in need to prove his strength. But her strength
lay in her mind. Let him conquer her with physical force but not with
his will. She would resist as best as she could, she decided. "Okay
dad, I won't get on to that horse for you to whip my bared ass. I
won't give you the chance. I won't say no to whatever you want me to
do, willingly, without any reserve and frustrate your moves," Blanche
vowed.
She mulled over these matters as she sat on the chair. He
was sitting across from her now, completely naked, his flaccid cock
dangling between his legs, shiny with her spit and his half-dried cum.
He seemed to be contemplating her fate. Blanche avoided looking at his
face.
Mike relaxed in the chair and considered the next act. He
had plenty of time to enjoy her ass. The night is quite young now.
Lets see how she fares with some posing, he thought. Mike needed some
pictures of her for the fellow deviants he secretly corresponded with.
He was proud of his daughter, with her unique face and perfect nubile
pre-teen body. Some men liked their children thin and flat, but he had
always enjoyed the chubby girls from the pictures he picked up on the
net. His daughter could very well be described as pneumatic for her
fleshy thighs and belly. Her cunt was completely bare of the
slightest trace of hair and puffed out, looking somehow lewd. The
swollen beginnings of her small budding breasts were an added bonus
for a girl this undeveloped, and her ass was perfection. To him she
was more beddable than any one else just because she was made from his
seed.
"Feeling okay?" he said. Blanche returned the "yes dad"
as usual, hands now folded in her lap.
"Then let's take some pictures, won't you like that, baby?"
"Yes dad" came back without much of enthusiasm. Mike walked
over to the cupboards and pulled out a digital camera. "Move over to
the bed and sit on it facing me," he ordered. Blanche did as she was
asked. He looked at her bare body on the grayish backdrop of the bed
and shook his head. This won't be much of a photo to look at, he
thought. She needs some color. Mike turned and rummaged through the
bedside drawer. He selected black fishnet body-hose from the selection
first. "Put this on" he said as he tossed it to her.
Blanche struggled with the fine hose, and her father stood
watching her getting into the soft silky lingerie. Blanche got in to
the hose and stood next to the bed with her body covered with the
lingerie and his cock began to stir again as he looked at her small
tits & cunt-lips peeking out from the small openings of the fishnet.
She was a vision, demure and sexy at the same time. But Mike was not
satisfied. He didn't want her to look demure but sluttish. His hand
shot out and he tore the fishnet, uncovering her cunt and then her
tits. He once again went to rummage through the drawer and took out a
red lipstick and rouge. Mike guided his daughter to apply them on her
lips, around her nipples over her areolas, her cunt-lips. Then he told
her to turn around and bend over. Blanche did as she was told. Mike
looked at his daughter's lipstick smeared cunt-lips prominent against
the torn black body-hose. His cock throbbed and hardened with a need
unknown to him before. "Put more lipstick on the lips of your cunt,"
he ordered with a husky desire-filled voice. Mike took up the camera
and looked through the viewfinder. The camera clicked rapidly one
after another, snapping the movement of Blanche's hand smearing the
lipstick on to her lips.
Blanche found the entire thing highly humiliating. She never
had exposed herself this way to anybody and she reeled, imagining the
vision she was presenting to her father. Her face burned as she
applied the lipstick over her cunt-lips. She watched her father's cock
stir and harden as she rubbed the soft waxy material over her
cunt-lips, making them brighter and brighter. The stirring of the cock
jolted her out of her humiliation. She was making him loose control
once again, she exalted. Blanche made her hand movement slower. She
parted her cunt-lips with the stick and slowly pushed the thin stick
into her cunt-hole. She felt herself get wet and started to fuck
herself with the stick. Her hand moved over to press the stick on to
her clit and she gasped. He heard her father groan and smiled with
satisfaction. Her ass moved and slowly rotated as she presented a
sluttish vision to her father.
It was a little too much for Mike to look at his daughter.
She was lipstick-fucking her cunt. Blanche was moving so sensuously
that he felt his cock throb within his hand. The camera shook in his
hand as he watched his slutty daughter move her hand.
"Stop moving," Mike shouted at Blanche in desperation and
with a whisper of "yes dad," she stopped moving her hand but her
ass-cheeks squeezed on to each other, tightening and relaxing making
the cunt-lips open and close alternately. Mike wanted to get on to the
bed and shove his now-hard cock deep into that inviting cleft. With
enormous will he stopped himself doing just that. It's still not the
time. Not till she has been paddled on to her fleshy ass. Slowly he
got on to the bed and took the lipstick away from her hand.
He slowly moved the stick on to her puckered opening and
rubbed it around the crinkly hole, smearing the red paint around and
around the hot hole now quivering under the cold waxy material. Mike
pressed his thick cockhead on to Blanche's puffy lips, tracing the
length of the slit, and pressing it on to her erect clit. The nub of
flesh pressed down on to her wet membranes and Mike heard his daughter
suck in her breadth. He moved his hand and placed the rounded tip on
to the crinkly hole and pressed the stick down into her anal passage.
Mike smiled as he watched her daughter grasp the stick with her
muscles with an instinctive jerk.
Blanche felt the cock press on to her cunt and her body
reacted like a volcano gone berserk. Her insides clenched and she felt
the control melt away. Her muscles jerked and pushed back on to the
cold rod of lipstick as it penetrated her asshole. She squirmed and
gasped. This round was a draw, she reflected. "Next time I'd be ready
dad," she thought as she heard her father order her to stand up.
Mike took a few pictures as she stood asking her to look
into the camera. Blanche didn't like it but she did as she was told.
It was all written in her face, her despair at her situation. Her eyes
were a little puffy from crying and her lips pouted, and again he
remembered his favorite porn-star Nicky Anderson, and how much she
resembled the actress.
Mike moved on to get the camcorder. Then he told her to
kneel on the bed, her ass raised in the air, the lipstick still
peeking out of her asshole. He told her to open her cunt-lips using
both her hands as he focused on to her wide-open cunt. The light
reflected the pink and wet cunt opening. He asked her to start finger
fucking herself, both holes together, her finger into her tiny cunt,
the other hand moving the lipstick in and out of her asshole. Mike
smiled as he thought of sending this on to the net to his friends.
What will they think of that; he chuckled, considering what other
viewers of the pictures would see, when he sends it on the net for all
to view. He would be proud to send it to them, proud of being the
father of this beauty, proud to show the entire world the taking of
her normal and anal cherry to them. Now his cock was back at attention
again, and he thought of leaping onto the bed and suddenly impaling
her ass while she was in this position.
Mike knelt on the bed behind her and caressed her cheeks. He
felt Blanche stiffen at the touch of his hands and slowly pulled the
lipstick out of her asshole. He watched the puckered hole close
tightly, then quiver in anticipation as his fingers moved around her
hole. Blanche stiffened as the nail grazed her crinkly hole and
relaxed to receive the thick digit in to her hot hole. But she
squeaked in surprise as his hand lifted and came down hard on to her
rounded ass in a stinging slap. Mike slowly and methodically spanked
her cheeks. He watched the cheeks quiver as he struck her soft ass one
after another. Mike ran his hands underneath, through her thighs and
took her clit between his fingers and he nipped on to it. It was still
erect, he noticed. Mike again pulled and pinched her clit until
Blanche was squirming in discomfort. Mike wanted her to cry out in
pain but he was denied the pleasure. Blanche gritted her teeth and
remained mute as her father tortured her clit and moved on to her
cunt-lips. His hand rained slaps on to her raised ass-cheeks as he
manhandled her little cunt.
Blanche's arms ached from holding her upper body off the bed
while her father spanked her ass. It didn't hurt too much, and it was
not a punishment anymore. Her father was just playing with her,
playing a game of control. He wanted her to do something that was not
allowed so that he could put her on to the horse and beat her as he
had Becky. Blanche wanted not to do that; otherwise she'd loose the
game of control. But she was really loosing control now. She almost
moaned when he reached underneath her to play with her pussy. She felt
her cunt twitch and get warm, as he tweaked and played with her. It
was like the temperature of the area had risen, and she felt like
shoving her cunt back on to her father's fingers, getting his fingers
rub harder into the nub at the top of her pussy lips, so that the
choked feeling that was coiling inside her cunt would get released.
She was ashamed at this feeling somehow, but she couldn't help that.
It felt good, more than good, indescribable. She wondered if he had
noticed her condition, and cooled off somewhat at the thought,
embarrassed by showing these feelings to her father.
She was suddenly jolted back to reality as Mike shoved two
thick fingers in to her tender asshole and began to fuck her ass with
his digits. The nails grazed on to her tight ass-muscles and Blanche
cringed in pain. No sound escaped her lips as she bit on to her lips
but his rude treatment of her asshole blanked out any such dreamy
thoughts from her mind as she squirmed to hold still while he
deliberately caused her pain shoving his hard and callused fingers
deep inside her tender asshole. The fingers moved fast and furious,
Blanche felt the soft velvety cockhead press on to her cunt once
again. It was not unpleasant at all. On the contrary it felt so nice
and beautiful that she began to pant very softly. She moaned almost in
protest as the fingers were taken out of her ass and he felt her
father move back from her. She felt cold air blow on to the cunt.
Blanche shivered with the need of her father's hot cock on her cunt.
Mike looked at his daughter and looked around. He wanted her
on to the horse, crying uncontrollably as he whapped her ass with the
specially treated whale-bone. It was kept in a drawer under the wooden
horse. His hands itched to take it out and put it on to her now red
ass, sticking in to the air. But that was not how he operated. He had
to get her falter, then only he would relish the whale-boneing. Not
before. Ah, he looked at the exercising cycle that he had modified for
his mother. He hadn't use it for a long, long time and now it would be
nice to watch her cycling away on that. He walked to the corner. He
tasted the paddle and found it working. The dildo moved up and down
through the hole on the seat. The dildo was still shiny and was
perfectly lubricated. Its head shone in the light that fell on to it.
Good, Mike thought. He dragged the cycle that was kept stationery on
the stand to the middle of the room. Positioned his chair just at the
front of the cycle and went to get his daughter.
Mike strode over to the bed and pulled Blanche to her feet.
Blanche was relieved to stand on to her feet, not supporting on her
body on her tired arms any more. Blanche found herself dragged to the
middle of the room. She watched fascinated at the old exercising cycle
that stood on the floor. It was low and she could see the seat. It was
a normal one except a big fat dildo was peeking through the middle of
the seat. Blanche watched her father move the paddle and she sucked in
his breadth as she watched the shiny dildo move vertically through the
seat. She knew instantly what was to come next.
Mike settled back in the chair next to the cycle and stroked
his stiff cock while watching her contemplating the cycle. He watched
Blanche's expressions change as she studied the contraption. She
understood the purpose of the cycle and its movable vertical member,
he thought.
"Sit on the cycle, skewer your asshole with the dildo, and
cycle away, my dear" he smiled at her. Blanche hesitated again for
only the briefest of seconds before walking closer to the standing
cycle and slowly straddled the seat. She adjusted her seat and brought
the tip of the dildo in line with her asshole. The seat was placed low
and slanted a little towards the front, with the horn of the seat
turned downwards and the handles curved in and high at the level of
her shoulder. It came in such a way that she had to tilt her torso
backward to keep her balance. More over Blanche had to keep her thighs
apart to sit on the seat and place her feet on the paddles properly.
Her position Mike could see her cunt flower and her ass squirm over
the seat. This is too easy, Blanche thought; there must be some catch
in to it. She understood the catch the moment she placed her foot on
to the paddle and pressed. There was a shooting pain in her asshole as
the thick dildo pushed on to her sphincter.
Blanche struggled with indecision as she tried to line up
her ass with the object, trying to get the thick tip inside. Her
father remained relaxed in the chair, stroking his cock. She was sure
it was her father's cock that was to enter her bottom next, but
meanwhile she was having difficulty getting the tip of the object past
her rosebud, which seemed bent on denying passage of this unnatural
aggressor. Blanche lifted her ass off the seat, lifted the dildo an
inch and half up on the seat, moving it with the pressure of her foot
on the paddle and placed her asshole over the thick tip of the
artificial cock.
It was like her asshole had eyes, and was saying no to the
size of the dildo. She got the tip lined up with the opening, she
could feel that, but when she tried to sink down on the shaft, her ass
refused to open. She concentrated on clearing her mind while she
relaxed her ass-cheeks, allowing gravity to force her body onto the
object. Blanche cried out and straightened back as a sharp spike of
pain jolted through her body.
"Hurry up," her father said, as he noticed her response.
This was excellent; his daughter was clearly in distress. Why she was
unable to insert the dildo he didn't know. His fingers had easily
slipped into her ass just a little while ago. True, the shaft of the
dildo was a lot thicker, but she wasn't even able to get the tip past
her sphincter. Mike smiled in his mind. If she can't do as she was
told, he would be able to punish her legitimately as he wanted.
Blanche squirmed on the seat and tried to thrust herself on the dildo
again, with the same results. "NOW," he yelled at her and she cried
back "I can't."
Shock filled her eyes as she realized the magnitude of her
error. She had refused a command and had spoken out of turn. Her mind
raced to find a way out, but it was too late. Her father had risen
from the chair and was pulling her towards the horse.
Blanche had the presence of mind not to protest, as she
remembered the result of Becky's ass, but she couldn't help sobbing
and crying as her whole body shook in fear. Somehow she knew that her
father wanted any excuse to whip her again and again, and she allowed
her left and then her right ankles to be clamped in what she now saw
was a leather band with a buckle, fixed to the legs of the wooden
horse.
Mike took up the boxer's helmet dangling from a hook below
the foreleg of the horse and fixed it over Blanche's head. He pushed
the leather bit in to her mouth and took hold of the strings those
were fixed at the back of the helmet. He tugged with them till
Blanches was looking straight ahead and the back of her head almost
touched her shoulder. Mike took her hands up and crisscrossed them
over her back. The rough wooden horse rubbed on to her delicate and
tender nipples as she was pushed and shoved on to the horse. Mike tied
the middle of the string on to her wrists and took them through the
stirrups dangling by the side of the seat. He brought the strings
round the stirrup and tied it tightly with the forelegs of the horse.
Blanche was secured on the seat. She was unable to move when her waist
was strapped on to the horse, except her eyes. Mike looked at his
daughter, lying on the wooden horse trussed like a turkey, then moved
to her back. At the touch of his hand on the back of the horse, the
middle of the horse dropped and pivoted on to its axis. There was a
basin formed by the hollowed out timber, lined with stainless steel.
The rear legs uplifted as the middle fell away and Blanche's feet
parted and lifted further to expose it to the whalebone that he would
use on her unblemished ass.
Mike looked at his young daughter. The basin was between her
legs and he could see she was positioned perfectly above it. The
metallic sound of her pee erupting on to the basin from her cunt would
be music to his ears. No girl, not even his mother, who had been the
sex-toy of her father, had ever been able to withstand the pain enough
to control her bladder. He was taught the art of inflicting pain by
his father on his mother's body. Just as his father never took his
daughters to this route, he too had neglected that side of the fun. He
had his wife under him but never his daughter, not till today. But
things are going to change for good.
He had seen women being caned before in videos, bare
skinned. But his father had made a rod out of whalebone. It stung like
nothing that had been experienced before but left little mark on the
skin of the victim. It was light and he was now skilled enough to make
the strokes fatal if that was needed. But it was not needed on his
daughter. It would be a pleasure to whalebone his anticipating and
ass-twitching daughter. With practice he had perfected his strokes to
such an extent that there would be very little to show at the end of
the session. He was taught by a master, his father and had learned
well. Mike picked up the whalebone from the hook and swished it
through the air a few times. He laughed as he watched Blanche stiffen
at the swishing sounds of the whalebone moving through the air. Her
hands gripped the strings and he could see her tensing her butt cheeks
for the stroke.
Wnngg... Whappppppllaatt... The whalebone whistled through the
air and struck on the ass-cheeks of his daughter, flattening the flesh
on to the pelvic girdle. Blanche was shocked in to frigidity from the
stroke. The flesh was numb for a moment then pinpricks of thousands
needles penetrated her skin and grazed on to her nerve endings. Her
body tensed and jerked against the bonds, the sinew strained all over
her body. She gagged on to the bile that rose to her throat. She could
move her head only to the right and left. All the hairs rose on her
body as she came out with a full-throated scream, muffled. Mike moved
his hand tracing the red welt that had formed on to her cheeks and
Blanche flinched from the touch. He went up to look at her face. Tears
were pouring down in rivulets over her red puffy cheeks. Her horror
stricken eyes looked at Mike with the plea that was absent a few
minutes before. Mike looked at his daughter and chk-chked with the tip
of his tongue, "This is only the beginning Blanche, you have to go
through another three." The malicious smile on his face brought a
spectacular change in Blanche's mind. She was down, true, but not yet
out. She had peed on the basin, she had heard the tingle but that was
not so humiliating as looking at her father's joyous face. He was
waiting for her to call for mercy and she was not going to do that.
The skin was aflame but she would burn in fire before pleading to her
father to stop. It was a mistake to cry out on the cycle and that she
was not going to repeat anymore. She would die trying, next time. And
the next time was very near, Blanche was sure. She would be again on
the hot seat of the cycle the moment the rodding is over.
Blanche forced her body to relax and her mind to go blank.
It was tough but she tried any way. Mike looked at her and saw the
changes of her facial expressions. He could read them readily. She was
a little girl with guts. Her eyes were the mirrors of her soul. He
felt only admiration for the child. None of the girls he had taken
under him had fought this way. She was the only one and he felt proud
of his daughter. "Another three is not nearly good enough," Mike
whispered as he traced her oval face with the tip of the whale bone,
"that would be five now." He felt her daughter shiver but there was a
calm acceptance in her eyes. Mike moved to her rear.
Suddenly he was filled with a desire to really hurt his
daughter. The need to prove his supremacy became the only focus that
he needed to satisfy. His hand went up and the whalebone came down in
a crash on the fleshiest part of Blanche's quivering ass. He watched
her dispassionately and without losing any time he administered
another, and another, and another. But there was no shriek or cry of
anguish from his daughter. Her ass was wiggling in a marvelous
fashion, hands clenching and relaxing, the entire body tensing against
the tightly held strings. It was a marvel how she wiggled against her
bond. But there was not a single moan that escaped his daughter's
lips.
Blood began to ring in his ears and Mike saw red. How could
a girl of this age be so obstinate? That too his own daughter? He was
enraged and totally forgot to count his strokes. He was enraged and
excited. Excited with lust for his daughter. He wanted to cower her
and was exalted with anticipation of her cowering under his power.
With cruel deliberation he selected the most tender parts of her
bottom and aimed the wielding rod with practiced strokes. One cheek,
then the other and then across both. With a twist of his wrist he sent
the whalebone inside Blanche's widely parted thighs. He went on
striking her soft skin till the raised cheeks turned in to burnished
crimson hue. It looked so luscious that Mike wanted to put the rod
down and shove his thick cock up her daughter's wiggling ass.
Blanche bit down on to the leather-bit as the rod rained on
her bum. Fingers of flames were burning rampant on to her butt-cheeks.
Tears welled into her eyes and overflowed. She wanted to scream and
beg to stop her father. Her ego was not worth the amount of pain she
was suffering. She screamed but no sound came out of her gagged mouth.
The ass-cheeks had become numb and with each stroke her inside was
screaming with pain as if they were being licked with a touch of the
flame burning on the surface. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh Ggggoooooddddddddd........."
she screamed in her mind. "He has struck me on my cunt," was the last
thought in her mind before the black veil unfurled before her eyes.
Her body went slack as she lost consciousness.
Mike flexed his hand, he was sweating and his arm was tired.
His mind looked at the relaxed body of his daughter and he understood
the situation. He stilled his raised hand. There is no point in
beating a dead horse. Blanche was unconscious. He dropped the rod and
with a trembling hand touched her buffed ass-cheeks. It was hot under
his touch. His throbbing cock leapt and jerked as he caressed her
daughter's ass. Mike wanted to cum. Slowly he stood behind his
daughter, his cock tightly enclosed within his fist and he started to
jerk off. Within a few minutes his body tensed and arched thrusting
his spouting cock over the crimson moons and the red surface was
spotted with globs of his pearly white cum. With a deep sigh he looked
at her daughter's ass splattered with his cum and began to pass his
palm soothingly over it. Massaging the goo all over the hot burning
surface. In spite of that severe beating her ass-cheeks were spotless,
without any mark. Her flesh was like that of a baby, a lot pinker
perhaps, but clean and fresh. Mike moved her hand over the skin and
felt Blanche quiver under his fingers. Slowly her trembling died away
and her breath became almost normal from the shallower one. Mike
untied her limbs and bent over her back. His limpid cock was now
resting on her crack, his hands went back to cup her cheeks and slowly
tended too the sore muscles.
"Good morning sleepy head", Blanche heard her father
whisper in her ears. The first sensation was the feeling of burning on
her ass-cheeks. But it was not as profound as before. There was a
soothing touch too. Blanche felt her father's hand moving on to her
cheeks; fingers light soft and soothing. She felt the thick cock lying
flaccid on to the crease of her ass, it was soft and there was a
sticky feeling to it as it moved with the movement of her father's
hands. Blanche's head reeled as she tried to lift her unfettered head.
The blood flew back to her extremities and the prickling sensation in
her palms and feet made her gasp. They were useless for the time
being. She felt her father move his fingers on to the crease of her
ass and they homed onto her asshole.
With his fingers Mike squeezed out the drops of his cum from
the cock and slowly rubbed it around her puckered orifice. Blanche
squirmed as the fingertip invaded the tight hot hole and a slap on her
butt with the other hand stilled her movement. Mike got up from her
back and went to stand in front of his daughter. He took out the
leather bit out of her mouth and the helmet. Her face was puffy and it
was pale. Only her eyes were still luminous against the backdrop of
the red but pale face. 'She is down but not out,' Mike thought
wondrously. He was tired and sweaty but his daughter was still on her
own. This was a sobering thought. His experience with so many girls
including his mother and wife had never presented him with this
situation. 'Ah, she definitely is my daughter,' Mike felt a glow of
pride in his mind. But the evening is still a little young and there
is ample time for him to get better of this high-spirited girl. Mike
smiled as he once again went to rummage through the drawer and took
out a jar of lubricants.
He dipped his two fingers into the jar and took out a gob of
the lubricant. With the thumb and forefinger of his left hand Mike
spread his daughter's bruised ass-cheeks apart and shoved his
lubricated fingers roughly inside the tiny asshole. He heard Blanche
hissed out her breath in shock at the sudden intrusion of those thick
fingers. He watched his daughter squirm as his fingers rotated, moved
in and out of the tight gripping asshole. She tried to retract her ass
out of his hands but the horse stopped her movement.
Blanche gritted her teeth in pain. The movement of the
fingers inside her virgin asshole added to the torture that was her
father was afflicting to her burning and bruised ass through his rough
fingers grazing on to her still tender skin. The touch was sending
pinpricks of pain wherever they were pressed down. The cool touch of
the lubricant was soothing in her asshole, but why, she asked herself,
was her father putting in the lubricant there. "He wants me to get on
to the cycle once again," the thought flashed through her mind. And
sure enough Mike told her to get down and straddle the cycle once
again. He have her no respite and hurried her over to the cycle.
Blanche was determined to take the moving dildo in to her
asshole this time. She stood by the side of the cycle and her hand
moved to her asshole. With the tip of her finger she took a little of
the lubricant out of her ass and rubbed it over the dildo. All the
while she expected her father to slap her, but she was not deterred.
Mike thought of kicking her inviting ass as he watched her
lubricating the dildo without asking for his permission first. The
sight of her soft hand moving on to the shiny surface of the dildo
gave him a queer sense of excitement. He wanted to feel those lily
soft fingers move so delicately on to his manhood, making it hard once
again. He took up the jar in his hands and went to stand by his
daughter's side. "Lubricate both the cocks, together, at the same
rhythm," he told his daughter. The forward thrust of his loin left no
doubt in Blanche's mind about which other cock he was talking about.
Without looking up Blanche took hold of the cocks with her
hands. One made of a rubber the other a real flesh and blood one, of
her father's. "The lubricant," Mike said softly and Blanche dipped her
fingers in the jar to get a little of the unguent on both her hands.
She hesitantly gripped her father's cock in her left hand while her
right one busied on the rubber one on the cycle. The difference of the
texture and the heat of the two cocks made her shiver. It was nice to
hold her father's cock in her hand. Her hands started to move, one
horizontally and the other vertically on the artificial dildo. She
felt her father's cock stir within her palm. It felt like a slippery
eel and Blanche gripped it harder.
Mike sucked in his breath and felt new excitement ride on to
his body. The cock began to get hard. He was astonished with his
recuperative power. Never before he had been able to get hard thrice
one after another. Not even in his youth. It took some time to get
hard after he released his load. But it was amazing how he was
reacting to his daughter's soft touches. He moved his hip, forcing his
cock through the O of his daughter's tightly gripped fist. His hand
went to caress the fleshy orbs thrust out just by the side and he
traced his finger once again through the crack of her tiny tight ass.
The tip strayed on to the puckered asshole and Mike slowly dipped the
finger in to the hot and dark depth of his daughter's ass. His slick
finger began to move in and out of her asshole.
This time Blanche felt a pleasure run through her body with
the movement of her father's finger in her tightly clenched asshole.
She relaxed her muscles and speeded up the movement of her hands on
the cocks as excitement rose in her body. She trembled with unknown
sensations that went through her untutored body. It was in complete
variance to the feelings that had been experienced by her so far. So
it really is pleasurable, she wondered in awe as her hips twitched
with the movement of her father's stiff digit in her asshole.
Mike felt the twitch of Blanche's ass and the asshole
gripped his fingers in invitation. His cock hardened in sympathetic
reaction and he wanted to put her on the bed and fuck the hell out of
her asshole. She would enjoy it too, he was sure. But Mike checked his
urge. It was still not time. "Get on to the cycle," he said, his voice
gruff with the suppressed emotion going through his body.
Blanche was in a daze but she came back to the reality in no
time as her father's voice penetrated her mind. She got on to the
cycle slowly, but with a determination to succeed at all cost. With a
little push on the paddles she extended the tip of the dildo over the
seat and squirmed on to it to get her anal opening directly on to the
tip of the enormous dildo. Blanche relaxed her ass-muscles and pressed
down on to it as she pressed hard on to the paddle sending the dildo
further up into her ass. Stars flashed and cascaded in front of her
eyes as she felt the tip go into her tiny asshole, stretching it,
thrusting the muscles aside with the push of the dildo in her ass.
Blanche gritted her teeth and pressed her ass further down
with all her might over the seat and curled her toes on the paddle
with a last ditch effort to send the cock deeper in to the tight hole.
She felt the cock penetrate further, pause and dipped a little down as
the pressure increased. Blanche sat down hard on to the seat to keep
the cock in her tortured ass. She released her pressure on the paddle
and waited to adjust the thick dildo in her tiny little asshole. She
felt the muscles relax around the thick artificial shaft and looked
uncertainly at her father. Would he object to the pause and taking a
respite?
Mike stood in front of his daughter and watched the play of
emotions in her face as the dildo thrust its way into her tiny
asshole. He watched her pause and take a deep breath. Her hairless
cunt was now open to his gaze like a sunflower to the sun. He was
enthralled with the determination of his daughter. She was really
something. "Now move your feet and cycle as it should be, full circle
without pauses," he told Blanche.
Blanche pressed on to the paddles, the dildo in her ass
retreated down the asshole, then came back up into it, once again
stretching the muscles beyond her capacity. Undeterred Blanche paddled
on, moving the artificial cock in and out of her ass. Gradually she
fell into a rhythm, and the thick rubber cock slid in and out smoothly
within her tight asshole. The sensation was odd to Blanche. She felt
pain and elation. But she felt more euphoric as she felt the heat form
between her legs again. The itch inside her cunt came in waves making
her eager to take the thick cock of her father inside the tight and
juicy sheath. Her cunt-lips flared at her lurid thought. Blanche felt
her cunt ooze a hot liquid inside her pussy as she moved the dildo in
and out of her ass with the push of her feet on the paddle of the
cycle.
Mike watched Blanche's cunt-lips get puffy and redder as she
moved the paddle faster and faster, making the dildo move with
rapidity in her asshole. Her face was now glowing with passion and it
was highly exciting to him. Mike stood up and moved between the handle
bar and the seat. He straddled the middle bar. He pried her tightly
gripped hands from the handles and lifted them on to his shoulder.
Without a word Blanche encircled her father's neck and joined her
hands together behind his neck.
Mike looked at his daughter and took out the leather belt
that was hidden under the seat and tied it around her thin waist,
securing her on the seat. Once again he placed her hands on the handle
bars and clamped the wrists with the cords that was left there for the
purpose.
Mike's prick was in violent erection. The head was swollen
and purplish with pent up fervor. He reached closer to his daughter's
body, reaching behind her, cupping the fleshy bum sitting tight on the
cycle seat. He insinuated his fingers in between and palmed the lower
cheeks of her butt, luxuriating in the warm satiny smoothness of those
impudent and resilient globes. He felt Blanche's frantic contraction
making all the muscles come in to play on his intruding palm. The
slope of the seat made her slide a little forward and Mike could touch
the moving artificial cock with his fingers. The movement faltered,
then once again speeded up as his palm squeezed on to the whipped ass.
His cock almost touched her bare cunt, quivering with the
need of getting inside that tight little sheath. The need was so great
that he could almost taste it. Mike took his left hand to her back and
placed his palm on his daughter's quivering bare bottom. He moved his
cock forward and with the tip of his member attacked her cunt. He went
directly to the tender hidden lodestone of her clitoris, and he rubbed
it insistently, lingeringly with the soft tip of his throbbing cock,
making his daughter's thighs jerk convulsively with the erotic
stimulus.
Mike could see beads of sweat gathering in Blanche's soft
hair-less armpit-hollows. The scent of her naked flesh overpowered his
senses. He watched her eyes rolled. Her nostrils opened and closed
convulsively at a more accelerated pace while her steps faltered on
the paddle and her thigh muscles tautened in a futile attempt to close
them and resist the sensations that was gathering momentum deep within
her loins.
Mike had a flash of inspiration as he watched the changes in
his daughter's face. He had tried to cower her with pain but hadn't
succeeded. Now he should change his tack and cower her with passion,
unfulfilled passion that was now flowing through her body in waves. He
would rouse her to the peak and let her beg for the release.
It was indescribable the maddening pleasure that Mike
experienced at the thought. He kept his left hand firmly pressed
against his daughter's jerking, squirming, contracting butt and his
cock-tip against the very nodule of her core of sexuality. Mike bent
his head and took one of the nipples in to his mouth, lapping on to
the bud, sucking onto it. He felt it stiffen and get turgid under his
lips. He changed his mouth to the other one and gave it the same
treatment till it rivaled its sister in tautness. That was the
indisputable proof that his daughter was, for all of her adverse and
beleaguered behaviour, now a girl of heightened passion, a flesh and
blood girl of fervent lust, capable to be stimulated to the point,
where she would succumb willingly to the grand fucking that he wanted
to bestow to her; her mind resisting but flesh yielding to her inner
demands of her soaring desire.
Blanche shivered as the sensations within her body was
heightened with each touch of her father's hands or lips, even the
soft touch of the tip of his turgid member over her equally
blood-gorged clit. She felt helpless against the tide of lust that
surged through her body at each touch. Juices gushed out of her cunt
as it contracted on its own. The up and down movement of the
artificial cock that stretched her asshole beyond normal was now a
fount of pleasure instead of pain that it was a few moments back. She
wanted to stop paddling but her legs didn't listen to her lust-drugged
mind's command.
Blanche felt inarticulate groans exude from her gaping
mouth. Blanche wanted to deny the pleasure that was pooling inside her
body and shook her head violently from left to right as if to expel
it's demands. Her body tensed and she dragged on to the bonds to get
away from the all-encompassing sensations. She was loosing control,
becoming a slave of the need of her own desire and a look at her
father's triumphant face confirmed the same. All of her senses were
now being recklessly awakened; try as she could to deny them. She had
thrown out a challenge to her father and now was at the brink of
succumbing to its demand herself.
Mike looked at his daughter and felt the time had at last
come for him to topple Blanche from her self-erected pedestal of lofty
aloofness. He smiled and thought how great a slave she would be, a
passionate and spirited one to be humbled with the use of her own
passions. He would make her an assistant to be used against Becky and
Sandy, even on Peggy if need be. For now he should take some relief
from the frenzied torment that he had to suffer in this lengthy and
arduous ordeal he was forced to put her through. He took his cock back
from her hot cunt and heard her gasp in protest. Her entire body
shuddered and tremors rippled through her tautened body.
Blanche should have felt joyous as her father's cock and
hand left her body, but it agitated her instead. Her naked tits heaved
spasmodically. Mike looked at the glistening tidbits, which he had
nibbled and sucked, adorning her heaving breasts. They were covered
with his saliva and were quivering, dark and stiff, on her pale tits.
He had at last reached this aloof girl and had brought her to a
sensual awareness of herself. It was his defeat and a win as well. It
was highly satisfying. He felt the speed of the paddles increase;
Blanche was trying to get herself off with the use of the stimulation
of the moving dildo inside her asshole. The cunning bitch, he thought.
He moved fast and untied the belt at her waist and putting his both
hands under her butt wrenched her off the intruding artificial cock.
Blanche cried out at the sudden void that was created in both her
holes and struggled to get down on to the seat.
Mike released the wrist clamps and carried her to the bed.
He dropped her on the bed on her back and dove between her legs. He
pried them apart and placing his elbows on the thin thighs made it
immovable. His head dropped on to her juicy slit and he traced the
length of the slit with the tip of his tongue. Blanche was shocked by
her father's actions. At first she did not respond, so surprised was
she to look down at the top of her father's head as he bobbed up and
down between her legs.
Mike looked down at his daughter's cunt, the labia slightly
parted as he pressed on to the thigh and put a pillow underneath and
the pink membranes were visible inside the wet and juicy cleft. They
were glistening with moisture. Mike touched the soft, dewy flesh with
his tongue. He licked the cunt, took the puffy lips into his mouth and
sucked on to it one by one. He was thrilled with the odd delicious
taste of his daughter's secretions, sweet and syrupy, with an
inexplicable and delicate flavor. His teeth nibbled the corrugated
edges of her small cunt-lips and heard Blanche gasp. He felt her hip
moved up to push it on to his face and he laughed in his mind. She
wanted to get to the pinnacle fast but she has to wait, wait for his
convenience. Mike licked more lightly, round and round, in and out,
and up and down, exploring every nook and cranny. He felt her
impatience as her hands clawed at the bedspread and slowly he turned
around keeping his teasing lips on to her hungry cunt.
Mike placed his cock on the top of his daughter's lips and a
little pressure made her take the thick cock in to her mouth. He
jabbed his cock in to her mouth and began to fuck it ardently. His
lips nibbled on to the erect clit of his daughter as he fucked her
face. He took the cock out of her mouth and put the hairy balls on her
open mouth. His cock throbbed between their bodies, lying flat between
her tiny tits. He took her clawing hands and placed them by the side
of her small mounds of flesh. He pressed on to her hands making her to
form a flesh-tunnel with her tiny tits.
Blanche sucked on to the balls that had filled her mouth.
She felt the cock slide between her tits and pressed on to them
harder. It was real good to have her father's lips sucking on to her
clit and she felt the pooled desire break the dam that had built
inside. With a groan she thrashed all over the bed, writhing and
driving her crotch up at her father's face as she experienced her
first cum of her life. Blanche felt the entire world spin around her
and she gurgled around the balls in her mouth.
Mike felt his daughter cum and straightened up from her
body. With a swift movement he lifted his daughter and turned her on
the air. He dropped her on her fours and with the single movement of
his hip lodged his throbbing cock in to the quivering ass of his
daughter. Blanche was going through the raptures of her first spending
and her entire body was in a most excited and well-moistened state.
Blanche thrust her body back as she was dropped on her knee and thrust
her butt on to her father's invading ram. The glance hesitated a
fraction on her tiny entrance, then slewed an inch beyond the thick
ruby nut. The shock of the sudden intrusion put her body motionless
and Mike housed half of the length of his stiff cock in her tight
bum-hole in one vigorous thrust. The next thrust sent his balls to
mash on to her soft cunt. His hairy thighs grazed on to her soft flesh
and his crotch molded against that beautiful soft buttocks.
Blanche cried out at the suddenness of her father's attack
on her already bruised asshole. She felt the heavy shaft throb within
the tight anal sheath. She wanted to squirm away from the brutal
thrust but now she was once again in control of her body. He clenched
her teeth and pushed back on to her father's crotch. She kept her ass
glued to her father's crotch, without giving him the chance to move
his cock in and out of her tortured asshole. She relaxed her muscles
around the shaft and tried to get accustomed to the enormous girth of
the monstrosity with which she was impaled.
Now that Mike was safely fixed in his daughter's tight
rectum, it suited him to remain still. He too was in imminent danger
of spilling his load if he would have carried on with the movement of
his cock inside that tight ass. His daughter gripped him like a vice
and now that he was fully and fairly engulfed within the hot little
hole, he wanted to enjoy it himself. It was really delicious.
He was also full of admiration of his little daughter. She
had taken everything in her stride and had thrown back as much as she
got. He caressed her curved bum and wanted to make it enjoyable to his
daughter. Pain and pleasure, they are only the other side of the same
coin. You owe some one with pain but where that fails you owe them
with love and desire. He could derive pleasure through pain from
others, but his daughter was special and she should be treated
differently.
Mike stole one of his hands around her stomach and began to
excite the erect clit. His other hand went and took her tits, caressed
the nipples and felt them stiffen under his palm. His hand softly
caressed the clit and found it throb under his thick tip. He pushed
one finger in to her moist cunt and slowly moved it in and out of the
slit as his finger pressed on to the quivering clit.
Blanche's passion was soon re-awakened. She found the
touches on her clit and nipple as exciting as before. Her loin twisted
involuntarily and her sphincter clenched on to her father's shaft> She
began to move her butt to and fro making her father's cock move in and
out of her tight asshole.
Mike slowly drew out his prick to the tip and shoved it back
to the hilt. He moved hard and furious inside that clinging dark hole.
He was overjoyed when he found his daughter responded thrust by
thrust. "Do you enjoy it baby," he whispered to her as he bent over
her body and cupped her swelling tits in his broad palm. His cock
moved as Blanche whispered back, "Oh, yes, yes papa."
Blanche really enjoyed when her father deluged her ass with
his spunk and she too came once again, her body quivering with the
emotion. Slowly her father tilted on to the sides, keeping his
semi-hard cock inside her throbbing hole. They remained so as Mike
massaged his daughter's tits and closed his eyes.
Mike opened his eyes in the middle of the night and felt his daughter
curled in front of him. His cock was now out of her asshole and
nestled between her ass-cheeks. He looked down at the hard shaft
throbbing between the cheeks. It was time, he thought with a surge of
emotion. He smiled with satisfaction at the picture of sensuous
wantonness that she was exuding and pressed the head of his thick
against the unadorned lips of her tight nine-year-old cunt. He slowly
pushed his cock in to her cunt. His daughter's cunt was tighter around
his cock as even eight-year-old Becky's were never been, not even the
five-year-old Sandy, the other daughter of Peggy. It was heaven for
his heated cock.
He insinuated himself within her until he was pressing firmly against
her hymen. Then with one hard thrust he tore through her maidenhead
and buried himself to her cervix, as she was shocked out of her dream,
screamed and sobbed. He lay with her, not moving, as her sobs died
down to the occasional sniffle. She could feel his rod throbbing
within her. He began to thrust in and out of her, long and slow at
first, then faster and harder, raping her thoroughly as she nearly
screamed with each thrust. Soon the familiar wave began building
between her legs, then spreading to take over her whole body, as she
came and came, shouting, "Oh, Dad! Oh, Dad! Oh, Dad! OOOOOH!"
Mike remained still joined at the waist, his thick cock buried deep in
Blanche's young and ravaged cunt. He watched the thin stream of
reddish liquid spread around his cock, foaming at the mouth of her
distended cunt-lips. He thrust deeper and deeper in to the cunt and
harder too. His sperm boiled within his sack. It tightened and lifted
as he drove down in to his daughter's hot depth. Mike felt his cock
slip in to a fleshy ring and he erupted deep inside Blanche's womb.
The sperm filled her void and the small tadpoles ran to get to the
ripe ovum attached to the wombs wall.
Blanche felt the hot liquid splatter directly in to her cunt and
balloon inside as it filled her to the brim. She was exhilarated as
the warmth invaded her entire body. She looked over her shoulder to
her father and without any invitation said, "Would you like me cane
your sister, papa?"
Mike was thrilled as he looked at the radiant face of his child, eyes
glowing with passion. He slowly nodded his head, then kissed her on
the lips.
(It was copied upto this and doctored to suit the theme.)
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Blanche slowly came back to the present. She felt her ass
still stinging as if she was just now been caned. She looked up and
saw Nick look at her intently. Her nipples tautened within her dress
and the friction of the dress over her sensitive buds sent her cunt
reeling with damp heat. Blanche squeezed her thighs over her cunt to
stop it reacting this way but it worsened the situation. She felt her
lacy underware get wet with her juices as she shivered at the thores
of her orgasm.
She felt hot and suffocated. She remembered the agony of
loosing her son on the day she gave birth to that little bundle of
joy. She had just a glimpse of his sweet face before he was taken out
of her hand to give it to the lady who was going to put him up for
adoption. It was aunt Peggy's doing. She didn't want a son of her
father to be there to own the business one day.
But Peggy's plan hadn't succeeded. With all her wiles she
couldn't make her father change his will. It was Blanche who had
succeeded her father. Blanche paled as she thought of the tiny little
baby. Only thing he'd have is her gold chain and the ring tied to the
chain as a locket. 'Does he still have it with him? Or it was taken
out from her baby?' she thought in despair.
Blanche shook her head to throw the cobwebs out of her mind
and looked around. What'd she do with a stud? Her eyes searched the
crowd to find a way to escape without the man with her. Her eyes
landed on a figure at the wings, looking back at her. Aunt Peggy,
slowly Blanche's lips curled into a cruel smile. She suddenly knew
what she'd do with her stud for the weekend. She had bought herself a
stud. And now she owned him, at least for the weekend.
If her father wanted to haunt her, why he should spare
others? He should be there for his Peggy and Becky and Sandy and the
four little girls her father had fathered in their wombs. They should
meet the ghost of her father too. But this time it would be Blanche
who would look at them from the sideline. She looked back at her aunt
Peggy and smiled. Her heart leapt in joy as she watched her face go
pale.
Suddenly Blanche felt relieved of all the strains, she put
her head back and the full-throated laugh gurgled out of her lips. Her
plan, if you could call it that was marvelous if not downright sick. A
woman didn't just... A woman couldn't just... yes a woman could and would;
Blanche remembered the vow she had made once upon a time. On the very
first day her father had taken her in his hand under the instigation
of her aunt.
Awareness sizzled through her blood. He was looking at her.
Every nerve ending was screaming it. Don't; don't look at him, Blanche
ordered herself.
Stopping the rotation of the planet would have been easier.
Blanche caught her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly raised her
eyes to the stage.
Her heart did it again, just as it had when he'd first
looked at her across the vast expanse of the crowded ballroom. It took
that leap within her breast that made the room spin. Nick Lord hadn't
moved. Those hot green eyes were still fixed on her as her father's
did so many years before. There was a smile of pure masculine
satisfaction, tilting across his mouth - that sensual mouth - she
almost could feel on her own. Everything about him, from the set of
his broad shoulders, the way he stood, with his long legs planted
slightly apart, made him look like her father.
And like her father it sent a message, and the message was
unmistakable. I'm a man, he was saying. And you are a woman. And when
you and I are alone... Panic whispered Blanche's skin. She would never
be alone with this man, or any other. She had learned her lessons from
her father. And forgetting that lesson was... no, was not a mistake.
Take control of the situation and turn it to your favor, she had
learned that too. If he is to cum in her, he is to cum through five
more and on her own terms. It was she who has bought the stud.
Blanche stiffened her spine and walked forward. He looked at
Nick, nodded in acknowledgement, then turned to look at her aunt.
"Hello Peggy, would you mind escorting Mr. Lord to my table. I would
be a minute to write them the Cheque for Twenty thousands bucks, the
purchase price." Her last was directed to Nick and she watched his
lips curl in to another heart sizzling smile.
End Chapter 1
(To be continued........................)
More Than a Mistress
Chapter 1
Pinkdick
Dated: 5th Oct, 2002
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