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"Dad's Sex Toy"
   by A. G. Thomas


When Melania accepted my offer of marriage I was on 
cloud nine. She had been a sophomore and 2 years 
younger but when I saw her that first time, looking 
lost, frightened and all alone I knew that she and I 
were meant to be together from the day we first met. 
There was something different about her and I don't 
mean just the fact that she was oriental. She was the 
prettiest girl I had ever seen and there was an inner 
glow about her that just made you want to reach out and 
hug her. There was also a fire burning in her lithe 
curvaceous body that I glimpsed on our second date when 
we made out in the back seat of my car.

But unlike some of the other girls in school who spread 
their legs when they went out with one of the football 
or basketball players, she drew the line beyond kissing 
and I respected her for that. My dad was rude, almost 
indifferent to her when I introduced them. As they 
looked at each other, her eyes lowered, and with a 
slight bow of her head told him that she wished only to 
love his son and to also have his father look on her as 
a daughter that would do anything to please him. I had 
no idea what that simple sentence would come to mean as 
she whispered those words but I was to find out the 
night before we married.  

Melania began coming to my house instead of me picking 
her up when we had our Saturday dates and I enjoyed her 
company. I was usually busy doing work around the house 
and even though she would help sometimes but as the 
weeks flew by  she began to stay in the house and fawn 
over my father like a servant. At first I didn't pay it 
much mind but as I saw less of her during the day. I 
got mad and one night I asked her what the hell she was 
doing. 

"Richard I wish for your father to like me. It is most 
important if we are to be happy. Besides, I have gotten 
much pleasure from doing things for him." Thinking 
about her words I thought it was just her oriental mind 
at work and dismissed it like I had weeks earlier when 
she had said there was something she needed to tell me 
about my father. I should have paid her a little more 
attention and things would have been different, but 
then again Melania and I would not be as happy as we 
are today. 

I got a job after school working until midnight as well 
as on the weekends from 9:00 to 5:00 and it cut in 
greatly to the time she and I spent together. She began 
coming over to my house after school and we would spend 
a couple of hours together before I had to go to work 
and even though I could have dropped her at home on the 
way to the job, she told me after the third day that my 
father had asked her to stay and that from now on he 
would take her home. It saved me on gas and the fact 
that my father was willing to do this meant that he was 
finally starting to pay attention to her; little did I 
know just how much. But as I sit here looking for the 
second time at the tape playing in the VCR of my future 
wife, my father as well as his friends I now know just 
how much attention he was giving her. But now I'll let 
Melania tell you her story. 

My name is Melania Nari Nam I am Vietnamese. My mother 
met my father during the war and though he was an 
American Sergeant, she fell in love with him deeply; 
against her parents wishes. When I was born the 
Americans were about to leave. My mother's parents were 
fearful for our safety as well as theirs and tried to 
talk my mother into fleeing into the country to escape 
but Mom had refused hoping that my father would get us 
out of the country. We did flee, but only because as 
the last plane was loading a soldier came explaining 
that he had promised her husband that he would get her 
and the baby out of the country and to America if 
anything happened to him.

He was kind and saw that we got my fathers insurance 
and Army pay and helped us fit into our new country. 
When I had just turned sixteen we moved and as I 
entered my new school I met Adam. He was very kind and 
we became good friends, and then I met his father. His  
father made me feel almost ashamed to be Vietnamese and 
I hung my head telling him that I loved his son and 
wished only for his father to accept her. As the weeks 
went by I tried to please him and make him like me, but 
nothing I did seemed to work. Adam told me his father 
had been a prisoner of the Viet Cong and it was very 
hard for him to deal with the fact that his son loved a 
Vietnamese girl. 

One day after helping Adam wash the car I entered his 
house with my clothes all wet and that is the day my 
life changed because his father came into the bed room 
as I was changing and forced himself on me. I was so 
ashamed, and though I feared that Adam would no longer 
love me I tried to tell him but he didn't pay attention 
and so from that day on Adams father used me almost 
daily. At first I feared him because he would curse and 
slap me calling me a Viet cong slut and a worthless 
whore. He was careful to never leave a mark on my body 
and though his beatings did at first hurt, as the weeks 
went by I found a perverted thrill in the fact that 
Adams father used my young body for his sexual 
satisfaction.

I began to look forward to the beatings as well as the 
sexual and mental abuse. He never commanded me to do 
anything as far as how I should dress or act when 
around him, he would instead tell me stories of the 
Vietnamese whores, of how they dressed and sold their 
bodies to servicemen, and then he would call me his 
little Vietnamese whore and pay me money after he 
fucked me. At first I felt no better than a slut when 
it happened the first time, but as the weeks went by 
his sexual and mental abuse began to have greater 
meaning for me than my love for Adam. This man had 
complete control over my every action and knew it. I 
was and still am completely subservient to his every 
wish. 

I began dressing like the whores he told off and was 
rather surprised when Adam told me how pretty and sexy 
I looked instead of asking why I had began dressing in 
such short skirts and  spending the afternoons with his 
father. Once he caught me sitting on his fathers lap 
with my back to him and my legs spread to either side 
of his, and I thought Adam would notice the back of my 
skirt was hiked up almost exposing my buttocks and that 
his fathers cock was buried in my pussy right there in 
the living room in the middle of the day. As he stood 
there before us telling his father he was going to the 
store he then kissed my lips telling me that he was 
glad to see that his father and I were getting along 
and I almost lost control and screamed out in ecstasy, 
and as he turned my body began to shudder and I began 
bouncing up and down on the glorious 9 inch cock buried 
in my pussy. 

Flashes of my young body being sandwiched between Adam 
and his father floated before me and again I almost 
screamed out in pleasure but his father's hand covered 
my mouth cutting off my scream. As the door closed he 
removed his hand and my garbled cries of ecstasy filled 
the room. "You liked my son almost catching you with my 
cock in your snatch didn't you slut? Well maybe some 
day I'll let him watch so he can see just how much of a 
cheap whore his Vietnamese girl friend really is, now 
get on your knees and suck me clean."  

Kneeling before him and licking the juices of our love 
making from the length of his cock before taking him 
between my lips and sucking his semi-hard cock he told 
me the Vietnamese whores never wore panties or a bra 
and then he whispered that the first thing I should do 
upon entering his house was to find him and suck his 
dick. I was his slave, a fuck toy that he could do 
whatever he wanted with and I found this somehow 
thrilling. But when I entered the house the next day, 
minus the bra and panties as instructed I couldn't find 
him anywhere and then I went out to the garage. There 
were three men with him and as I stepped to him and 
stood on my tiptoes to kiss him the look in his eyes 
stopped me cold. 

I knew that he had instructed me to suck his cock when 
I first saw him but I never thought that he would mean 
or expect it when he was with someone else. His look 
frightened but yet thrilled me so, that I dropped to my 
knees and undid his pants pulling his cock free and 
took it into my mouth as the other men looked on. As I 
licked and sucked his cock he told the men that I was 
his sons girlfriend, Melania, a cheap Vietnamese slut, 
and that after I finished him off he was sure that the 
VC whore would be more then happy to suck their cocks 
as well. As he filled my mouth with his cum their 
laughter rang in my ears as they said it was just like 
old times back in Nam. 

That afternoon in the garage I learned how to deep 
throat a cock and I will have to admit that in addition 
to swallowing cum, which by the way I had grown to love 
the taste of, I loved the feel of a cock entering my 
throat. Within a week these same friends of Adams 
father were also fucking me and I spent many an evening 
on my back as they crawled between my legs while my 
boyfriend was at work. During their poker games I was 
given one of those skimpy French maid outfits to wear. 
A micro mini with the ruffles and a small apron 
combined with fishnet stockings and 4 inch heels, and 
as I served them drinks they would feel me up and then 
sooner or later one of them would pull me into his lap, 
kissing me as he pulled my top down squeezing my breast 
and pinching my nipples so hard that it hurt. 

And then they would lay me across the table and as one 
of them fucked me another would shove his dick into my 
throat. On my seventeenth birthday Adams father invited 
six more men to the poker party and as a present to his 
little Vietnamese whore he fucked me in the ass while 
all ten men watched. At first the pain was so great 
that I thought I would die and my screams echoed 
through his house until one of them shoved his cock 
into my mouth muffling my screams. Slowly as he humped 
into me calling me a slut and a whore the pain lessened 
and I began slowly moving my hips around in little 
circles and then pushing backwards to met his thrust.

The laughter of the men as they yelled at him to fuck 
the little sluts VC ass filled me with shame but at the 
same time I knew that not even if Adam had walked 
through the front door could I stop until this man had 
filled my smoldering asshole with cum. I mumbled around 
the cock in my throat for him to fuck my ass and then 
in a blinding flash I climaxed. As his cock slipped 
from my anus and another took his place he told me that 
he was video tapping this evening. When the second man 
pulled his spent dick from my ass hole, I was made two 
kneel over one man and take his dick into my cunt as 
another was shoved into my cum soaked anus while a 
third slipped between my lips and into my throat. 

Before he took me home, I was simultaneously fucked by 
all of them at least once, my young slim body was in 
constant state of motion and on an emotional high as 
orgasm after orgasm washed over me like surf pounding 
against the shore. I was completely servile to not only 
Adams father but to the other 10 men as well. And when 
they finally tired of using me they threw money on my 
cum smeared body saying that I should be paid like my 
Vietnamese whore sisters. With the money they paid me 
that night as well as the months before and after, I 
was able, when Adam finally asked me to marry him, to 
not only buy the wedding gown that I will wear when I 
get married tomorrow but also enough to pay for the 
wedding.

And as my future husband watches the tape for the 
second time that his father made that night all those 
months ago, his father is going to tell him that as a 
wedding present to Adam, 15 of his war time buddies are 
going to fuck his son's Vietnamese slut wife on her 
wedding night and he will get to watch. 


                          -- The End --


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