Dynasty Mansion Diaries

by zooman

Jeremy

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Daddy had been at his office all day. I left him a message with his secretary to let him know I’d be on the Tyree floor watching Mr. Omar’s kids. I had just put the kids to sleep when the phone rang. I ran to answer it.

“Dynasty Mansion, Tyree residence, Iesha speaking.”

It was Mr. Omar telling me that he would be about two hours late. I decided to waste some time by going through his stuff.

I went in his room and sat on his bed, trying to decide where I should start. Where would a man keep anything he had to hide besides the place where he knew he would be most of the day? I thought to myself. His office. I went into his office and sat in his big desk chair and looked around. His office was pretty much like Daddy’s. There was a big heavy curtain hanging over the window so that no light could come in. It looked pretty much like any private office would. It was dark with a bookcase on one wall, a globe, a desk, huge desk chair, computer, two consultant chairs facing the desk, a big loveseat in the middle of the room (which, if he was anything like my father, he fell asleep on lots of nights), a table–the norms. What was different from my daddy’s office was the TV. Daddy said that a TV was nothing but a distraction for him and he refused to put one in his office. Mr. Omar’s was hooked up to a V.C.R. and a DVD player.

I looked around for some tapes or DVD’s. He had a couple of unmarked tapes on the floor near the TV stand. I got up and put one of them in. It was a lot of fuzz at first, and then a picture came into view. It was a tape recorded in this very office. Mr. Omar’s dog, Dutchess, was the first moving object to appear. Then I saw Mr. Omar like I had never seen him before. He was sitting on the couch butt naked with his dick in hand. The size of it surprised me even more than the fact that I was seeing it. He had at least 9 or 10 inches of hard meat in his hand and it was about as thick as my wrist. Just looking at him was making me wet. He got on his knees and called the dog.

Dutchess went over to him. He started rubbing and petting her. She licked his face and neck. Then he pushed her head to his dick. She began to lick it and I could see precum starting to form at the tip, which she gratefully licked off. Then he turned her around so that her ass was facing him. He eased up behind her and starting patting her back and legs. He lined his huge dick up with the dog’s tight entrance. No Omar, I thought. I didn’t think you got down like that. But sure enough he began to push his huge dick into her. She started to move away but he grabbed her by her legs and pulled her back to him. He started to move his dick in and out of her, making the way loosen up for more entry. I could feel her pain. Then I started to hear it. Dutchess started to whimper, lightly at first, then more loudly as Mr. Omar pumped her full of his hard, huge, black pole.

Then there was a sound at the door. It was Mr. Omar’s other dog, Dane, trying to get in. I wondered if he could smell the sex from outside the door. This seemed to make Dutchess whimper even louder–which seemed to only turn Mr. Omar on more. He began to pump faster and harder, pulling Dutchess back to meet every one of his hard thrusts into her. Dane started running into the door. Mr. Omar was pumping Dutchess ferociously, starting to lose control. Finally, he planted himself deep inside of her and held there. After a minute, he pulled out and did it again. Then he pulled out of Dutchess completely and collapsed on the floor. Now the only sounds were his heavy breathing and Dane still trying to get in the door. Dutchess was on the floor with her head between her legs licking at her abused hole.

After Mr. Omar had got enough strength, he got up, still naked, and opened the door for Dane. Dane sniffed at Mr. Omar for a second before turning to Dutchess. As soon as Dutchess saw him, she jumped up as if preparing to defend herself. I could see that Dane’s dick had unsheathed itself. It looked as big as Mr. Omar’s only not as long. He trotted up behind the freshly fucked Dutchess and tried to mount her. She turned around so many times it made me dizzy. Finally, Dane got behind her and climbed up on her back. Dutchess tried to get away but Dane had a firm grip on her. He started humping at her already gaping hole but kept missing. Mr. Omar went over and put the tip of Dane’s dick at the entrance of Dutchess’ hole. Dane started to push himself into her. After he had gotten himself an inch or so in Dutchess’s hole, he began to pump at her madly. I couldn’t help but watch as he beat his dick into her mercilessly. Dutchess began to yelp loudly as her already raped hole was invaded for the second time in about two hours.

I imagined what it was like and decided that I was glad I wasn’t a dog. Then I remembered. I had been watching this tape for about two hours. I got up and shot to the VCR. As soon as I pressed the eject button, I heard the front door open.

“Ice,” Mr. Omar called,” I’m home.” I shot out of his office and across the hall and by the time he made it to the hallway, it looked like I was coming out of the bathroom. Mr. Omar thanked me and asked me if I could come back tomorrow. I told him yeah before walking out the door never looking up.

When I closed my front door behind me, I breathed a sigh of relief. I won’t ever be able to look at him the same, I thought. I went to my room and for the first time, noticed that my panties were dripping wet. I pulled them off from under my uniform skirt and threw them in the laundry basket. I was just about to turn on the shower in my bathroom when I heard my daddy’s voice over the intercom.

“Iesha, come here to my office,” he said. I thought about putting on some panties but hurried down there anyway without them thinking maybe I would get a break today.

I walked into his office. He was sitting at his desk as usual with his back turned to me. He turned the chair around when I walked in.

“Yes, Daddy,” I asked. He was quiet.

“You called me, Da–”

“You know very well what I called you in here for,” he answered calmly, cutting me off.

“Yes, Daddy, I do,” I answered. “I was just wondering if maybe, just for today, I could get a break.”

“Nonsense,” he said. “Now come on.”

I walked slowly towards the desk. I knew my pleading wasn’t going to help. But I kept trying anyway.

“Daddy if I promise to give you my best tomorrow, then can we just hold it off for today?” He didn’t say anything. I thought maybe he was considering it.

“Well, Daddy?”

“Ice, I’m waiting,” he said, warning me that he was getting impatient. I walked behind the desk and reached for his shirt buttons. I started to unbutton them very slowly. My daddy sat there and watched everything I did. He slid his hand under my skirt and to my bare ass.

“I see you came prepared.”

I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell the truth and say that I had had to take my panties off because I had got wet watching a tape with Mr. Omar fucking his dog. So I just kept unbuttoning his shirt. When I finally got to the last button, I paused and looked at my daddy with pleading eyes, hoping that he would change his mind at the last minute. I have no such luck.

“What are you waiting for, Iesha?”

When I heard my daddy call me by my real name, I knew that I had better stop procrastinating and do what I had to do. I slowly started to unbutton my shirt. I knew what had to be done so I figured I might as well make it good. Then maybe Daddy will give me a break tomorrow. I swayed exotically to the soft music that was playing. I looked in his eyes and taunted him with my own. I opened my shirt slowly and reached behind me to unfasten my bra. I slid the bra off slowly without taking the shirt off. I moved over to Daddy and took his dick in my hand, even though he was already hard and waiting. I climbed on his lap and grinded on him slowly. I put my titties in his face and moved them in front of him to tempt him. Daddy put one hand under my skirt on my ass and one on my titty. He started caressing me and grinding back with me. My body began to respond and I started feeling hot. My already wet pussy got wetter. Daddy took his hand off of my ass and cupped my pussy. He started to rub my clitty. That made my whole body shudder. He turned his big chair around so that it was facing the desk and lifted me up to sit on it. I sat there with my legs wide open in his face and calling his name.

“You want to fuck your baby’s sweet little pussy, don’t you Daddy,” I said, talking the way I knew he liked me to. “It’s calling you, Daddy.”

All I could think about was getting this over with as soon as possible. But I knew from many years of experience that it wouldn’t be over anytime soon.

Daddy pushed me back so that I was lying down on his desk. He spread my legs wide and admired what he knew was all his. Then he leaned forward and started licking my pussy. He licked my tight little slit from bottom to top before he stopped to tease my clitty. He licked my clitty softly at first then he started gnawing and sucking it. I squirmed with pleasure and pushed his face into it. He pushed one finger into my tight pussy and started to move it in and out. When it was lubricated enough, he pushed the finger into my ass. I started to moan. He kept eating my pussy. He pushed his tongue into my tight little slit and started fucking me with it. My moans got louder.

Then I heard the door open. It was Destiny, our maid. She was 20 years old (two years older than me) and Jamaican. She had come to live with us when we first moved in Dynasty Mansion and were used to Daddy and my sexcapades. She had walked in on us about two years ago and my daddy acted like it was normal. She stood and stared into my hazel eyes the whole time my daddy fucked me. Eventually, he made her join in and she had become my closest friend over the years because she was the only one who knew my secret.

“Mr. Angeles just called and said he’ll need you again tomorrow,” Destiny told Daddy in her beautiful Jamaican voice as she looked into my eyes.

“Take off your clothes, Destiny,” Daddy told her. She did as she was told. He took a brief second from eating my pussy to tell her to suck his dick. She got on her knees and took him into her mouth. I tried to watch as she sucked his dick but my eyes closed instinctively from the stimulation my body was getting. Daddy’s finger in my ass had been joined by another and I felt like I was being stretched as far as I could. Then Daddy took his fingers out of my ass and stopped eating my pussy.

“Destiny,” he said passionately. “Go get your dick.” She nodded and went to the far side of the room.

“Daddy, could we not use both of you tonight,” I asked.

“Ice, you are not a little girl anymore. You are a growing young lady. Every night we go through this and I have tried to be patient with you but I’m on edge. Now I have had enough of your whining for one night and if you make one more request, I am going to make you sorry. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said looking down. “Can I just ask you one thing, Daddy?”

“You just did,” he said. “And the answer is ‘no’.”

Destiny came back to us wearing a huge 9-inch strap-on. It was nothing compared to Daddy’s 11 1/2 inch dick that was almost twice as thick as Mr. Omar’s. Daddy laid his desk chair back until he was fully reclined.

“Come on and ride it, Ice,” he told me. I started shaking my head ‘no’.

“Iesha, damnit, get over here and sit on Daddy’s dick,” he yelled. I walked over to him slowly. I climbed on the reclined chair and kneeled with my pussy hovering over my daddy’s waiting dick. I looked into his eyes and knew that if I didn’t do it myself, my daddy would rip me apart with his huge dick. I slid down slowly on it as tears started forming in my eyes.

“Please don’t hurt me, Daddy,” I pleaded.

“None of that,” he said, “Do it!”

I put his dick at the opening to my tight little pussy and started to slowly ease down on it. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me all the way down on it, burying his huge dick into my tight little pussy. I yelled out, tears clouding my eyes from the pain. I felt as if I had been ripped apart.

“Next time you have a night like this, I’ll fuck you both ways from Monday. You got it?” I could only nod my head. You already do, I thought to myself. “Now ride it like you’re supposed to.”

I knew it would be easier if I just did what I knew I had to do. I started moving up and down on his dick slowly, trying my best to go all the way own on it. I felt like if I put some speed to it, it would hurt all the worse for me. Daddy started moaning, so I knew I was doing good enough. Then he started rising up to meet my pussy every time I went down. He put his hands on my ass and started bouncing me on his dick faster and faster. He leaned me over and started sucking and biting on my nipples. I felt my young little pussy stretching to the extremes. I started yelling out. He fucked me with lightning speed.

I felt that explosion building up inside of me. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came–but I wondered how long it would take Daddy this time. I remembered the time my daddy had fucked me for four hours nonstop.

I had just gotten home from my tennis tournament and Daddy was pissed because I had just played the lousiest game of my life. Or at least I thought that was why he was pissed. He went into his office and closed the door without saying anything to me. I had taken off my clothes and was just about to get in the shower when he called me over the intercom. He told me to come to his office without hesitation. He had only fucked me two times before and they both happened late at night when there was no chance of any of the help walking in on us. It was daytime now and everyone was here so I didn’t think anything before I grabbed a bathrobe and went down as quickly as I could. When I got in there, his back was turned to me.

“You called me, Daddy,” I asked.

He turned his chair around and looked at me.

“Ice, I’ve decided to take you out of tennis,” he announced to me. I felt my heart drop. Tennis was the one thing I loved over everything else. It was also one of the only sports Daddy would let me participate in.

“No, Daddy,” I said. “I’ll play better next time, I promise. I just couldn’t concentrate today is all. I’ll do better next time.”

“It’s more than that, Iesha,” he said. “I don’t like to see you parading around in those short little tennis skirts and dresses. Daddy’s dick got hard watching you play today and I’m sure other daddy’s were looking too.”

“I can always wear longer dresses, Daddy,” I pleaded. “Just please don’t take me out of tennis. I’ll do anything, Daddy. Please.”

“There is one thing you can do,” he said.

“I’ll do anything, Daddy.”

“Come over here to me,” he ordered.

I did as I was told. I walked up to his desk. He stood up and came from behind it. I could see the bulge in his pants and even though I didn’t know what Daddy had in store yet, I remember being scared. He walked over to his couch and sat down. He patted his leg for me to come over and have a seat on. I went. I sat on the edge of his knee. He picked me up and sat me right on top of his bulge. That’s when I started to get the idea of what his intentions were.

“Ice, do you remember last week when you came home from college,” he asked me, “and Daddy put his dick in you? Did you like that?”

I was too scared to answer.

“Iesha, if you want to keep playing tennis, you’ll tell Daddy how much you liked it when he fucked you.”

“I liked it, Daddy,” I lied. After he gave me a look that that wasn’t enough, I added, “I loved how it felt when you fucked my tight little pussy, Daddy. I belong to you for the rest of my life and I will never let another man’s dick fuck me unless you tell me to.” He looked satisfied with this answer.

“And if Daddy wanted to do it again in exchange for letting you keep playing tennis, would you gladly give up your sweet little pussy for your daddy to enjoy?”

“Gladly, Daddy,” I lied again. I was so scared and I knew that no matter what I wanted, Daddy was going to do it again anyway. And I was scared that if I didn’t say or do the right things, he would take me out of tennis.

“So if Daddy wants to have his little girl right now, she’d just love that and she’d try her very best to please Daddy and make him shoot right into her tight, tender little cunt, wouldn’t she?”

I nodded. I had heard all those words on a tape that Daddy had made me sit and watch with him late one night. That was the night he first started fucking me.

“Well sweety, I have a proposition for you,” he told me. “If you do Daddy a new favor tonight, I’ll let you keep playing tennis.”

“What’s the favor, Daddy,” I asked.

“You have to agree first.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I said. “I agree. Now what is it that you want me to do?”

“Do you remember on that tape we watched, the little girl named Mary,” he asked. I nodded. She had looked only a couple years older than me.

“Do you remember when she put her mouth on her Daddy’s dick and how much she liked it?” I nodded. That was the part of the movie that I remembered the most. Mary’s Daddy liked it a lot when she did that. She had seemed to like it a lot too.

“Would you do that for Daddy?”

“I don’t know how,” I told him. “I’ll teach you, Princess. All you have to do is get on your knees and put your mouth on it.”

I did exactly as I was told and he showed me how he liked it. (This came to be the only part of our sexcapades that I didn’t really mind because it never hurted. The only problem was the way my breath would smell after I swallowed my Daddy’s cum.) I licked all over the head of his dick first and pushed my tongue into his little hole. I anxiously licked the precum from the tip and then I started to nibble the head. I put my hand at the base the way Daddy had showed me and started to stroke. Then I started to suck lightly on the just the tip. I looked up at Daddy to see if I was doing it right. He had his eyes closed and his head leaned back so I guessed I was. He put his hand on the back of my head and started pushing my head down the length of his shaft.

I sucked and licked my daddy’s dick the best I could and was rewarded by streams of salty, thick cum in my mouth, which Daddy told me to swallow. Daddy’s cum continued to shoot into my mouth and I had to struggle to gobble it all up. It was so much it started to leak through the tight seal between my mouth and Daddy’s dick and run down my chin and chest. Finally, it stopped cumming. When I looked at Daddy, he had the most satisfied look on his face.

“Baby girl,” he said to me, “You did that like a pro. No one ever made Daddy feel the way you do.”

“So does this mean I can keep playing tennis,” I asked.

“Of course, Sweety.”

I got up and turned to walk away. It was still light out and I didn’t want any of the help to walk in on me covered with cum. But Daddy called me before I got to the door. I turned around to look at him to find that his dick had gotten hard again.

“Do you want me to suck it again,” I asked him.

“No, Sweety,” he answered. “I want you to come over here and let Daddy have some more of his baby girl.”

I was hesitant about walking back over to him. I did it slowly and carefully as if I was expecting him to jump on me at any time. But he sat there and waited for me to return. I stood directly in front of him. He grabbed the tie to my bathrobe and pulled it. The bathrobe fell open, revealing my naked body underneath. I noticed his dick start to twitch as soon as he saw what he knew was all his. He pushed the robe off of my shoulders and pulled me to him. He laid me down on the couch and got between my legs. He stared into my eyes as he started to caress my body. He kissed me on my neck and chest and played with my young nubs that would soon be titties. Then he put his head between my legs and started eating my pussy. He pushed his tongue into my tight slit and moved it in and out. I started squirming under his weight. My young pussy started to get wet and I started getting hot.

The End.

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  1. This was a stupid, ridiculous waste of my time to only read about her being forced to have sex with her dad and no animal.

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