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Again, I didn’t go home, I just washed myself in the river; got dressed and went to my next spot for the survey. Doing my job helped me cope with the deep sense of shame I was feeling, I could just concentrate on looking for the birds and not think of Barny and that horrible man. It worked for a while but my pussy just kept leaking dog sperm, reminding me of what happened, no matter how many times I washed it in the river.

By the time I got home my panties were soaked and I could still smell Barny, his scent seemed to be a permanent part of me now. I showered and rubbed moisturizer on my scratches, shocked by how many I had now. My sides looked like I had been whipped, I stared at the patterns and could see exactly how they came about. It was Barny trying to get his knot inside me and when he couldn’t, he would try and climb higher or from a different angle and this the result, my new look.

I sat in front of my mirror and spread my legs, opening my pussy and looking for any damage, happy I couldn’t find any, surprised by my ability to accommodate such a big cock. My pubic hair was very soft and light, and I kept it very trimmed, hardly enough to see but I liked it like that, it felt sexier and definitely cleaner.

The man’s face suddenly come into my head, the way he looked at me while Barny was fucking me, what was he thinking, I wondered? How did he know I would submit like that? Did he recognize something in me, was it that obvious? God, who was he?

It was still very warm so I stayed undressed, Dad was out somewhere so I had the house to myself. I went to the bathroom and then downstairs for a cuppa, I was still feeling humiliated and every few minutes I would be transported back to that field, getting fucked by a dog while some stranger watched me, mocking and laughing at me. A shiver went down my spine as I looked out of the kitchen window into our garden, my Neighbour’s dog playing next door. He was a big old Labrador, Billy was his name. He was very friendly and I had played with him many times over the years but I couldn’t look at him the same now, he seemed different, more threatening, capable of taking me against my will in my own garden.

‘Emma.’ I said out loud, in exasperation at my silly thoughts.

I stared at him as he chewed an old ball, tossing it in the air and then chasing it, rolling around and doing it again, his tail wagging with happiness. Fuck, I thought, they don’t need a lot to be happy; a good bitch and a nice ball. I smiled and carried on watching him, in my own little world, not hearing the front door open and close.

‘Jesus, Emma, what the fuck happened to you? My Dad suddenly asked, sounding very surprised.

I jumped about a foot in the air, turning and trying to cover my body, my Dad’s eyes wide open and looking at me with an expression I had seen many times before, but never from my Dad.

‘Dad’! I screamed, wanting to run but being blocked by him in the doorway.

‘What are those marks? He smirked, are you into BDSM or something’? Not moving, leering at me.

‘Can you let me out, please and stop staring at me?’ I shouted, getting angry and embarrassed at the same time.

‘Tell me first, I’m your father and I want to know.’ He demanded, still blocking my way, his eyes wondering all over me, making me feel so uneasy.

‘Dad, for fucks sake, let me go. It’s none of your business.’ I shot back

‘Iv’e got all day, it’s up to you.’ He said, flippantly.

I couldn’t believe he was acting this way, usually he didn’t say more than two words to me all week and now he wanted a conversation about my sex life.

‘Ok, I like being whipped, can I go now?’ I answered, sarcastically.

He smiled and said: ‘Like mother like daughter.’

‘Dad! Stop it, let me go.’ I insisted, horrified by the thought of my mother being whipped.

He just stood there, staring, he had been drinking I could smell it but that was no excuse, he was being totally inappropriate.

‘What now then Dad, you just going to stare at me all night?’ I asked, dropping my arms, stepping forward, hoping he would realise how stupid he was being.

For a moment he didn’t move, I could see he was enjoying my body, it was the weirdest interaction I had ever had with my Dad and very unnerving. I was very close to him now, his breath reeking of booze, making him act very stupidly. For a second I thought he was going to reach out and grab one of my tits, his eyes were not moving from them, my hard nipples obviously a nice sight. I began to feel scared, not believing this was happening, not another man taking advantage of me?

But he didn’t, he moved slightly, giving me only enough room to squeeze by him, my body rubbing up against his, shocked when I felt his erection, gasping as I quickly made my way up the stairs, slamming my door behind me when I got to my bedroom.

I was breathing heavy, totally shocked by what just happened, my own Dad getting aroused by my body, ewwww, I thought, looking in the mirror. God, I do look like I’ve been whipped, no wonder Dad acted so weirdly. I tried to remember the last time I was naked in front of him. It was so long ago i couldn’t recall.

I picked out a dress and slipped it over my head, I was starving now and needed to eat. When I got to the kitchen Dad was in the sitting room, asleep, thank god. I cooked and eat before he woke, going to my room straight after and finishing off my paperwork, Tom was expecting me in the morning.

The following morning I managed to have breakfast and get out of the house before Dad got up, again, more than happy not to see him. What a bad night i had, tossing and turning, dreaming about dogs and incest, fuck, I’m so fucked, I thought, driving to the office.

Tom was already there when I arrived, at his desk drinking coffee, the first of many, he was a coffee addict.

‘Morning boss’, I said, knocking on the open door and stepping inside, trying to sound cheerful.

‘Ah, Emma, give me some good news, you found those River Warblers.’ He asked, smiling.

‘Sorry, I couldn’t find them and I looked for over an hour. I think he was wrong, the farmer. But I have all the paperwork you wanted.’ I told him, hoping he wouldn’t blame me.

‘Oh, and he sounded so sure, like he knew what he was talking about. Pity that, it would be nice to have such rare birds. But if you’re sure. Ok, leave what you have and get off to the river but if you do have a spare hour maybe you could just check one more time, just a thought. I’ll see you next week, have a nice weekend.’ He said, smiling but with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

‘Ok, if I get a chance I will.’ I told him, not meaning it, smiling nicely as I left.

The morning went well, I made good progress and the part of the river I was walking was particularly lovely, really scenic. I loved this part of the job and if it wasn’t for the constant thinking of that man and Barny it would have been even better. Thinking of Tom and his disappointment did bother me but I was definitely not going back there to check, I knew they wasn’t nesting, it was all a lie.

As I was having my lunch, feet in the river, birds and bees my companions, I began thinking about that man and who he might be. Was he married, I wondered? Does his wife know what he gets up to? Does she like it, too?

Then my phone rang, it was Tom.

‘Hello boss.’ I answered.

‘Emma, that farmer was just on the phone, he said if you can get to him in the next hour, he will show you exactly where they are nesting, can you get there?’ He asked, all excited.

I was so shocked I couldn’t answer, a shiver went down my spine and my body felt all hot.

‘Emma, you there?’

‘Yes … yes … um … i’m a bit too far away, I don’t … uh … think I could get there that quickly.’ I managed to say, my voice trembling.

‘Oh Emma, plese can you try? I’ve told him you would, he said he would love to show you. It would mean so much for the survey.’ He asked, sounding really disappointed.

What a bastard, he knew damn well there was no nesting birds, he was using Tom to get me. God, he was so devious, I thought, my hand now shaking.

‘I’ll try, Tom, I’ll leave now.’ I sighed.

‘Thank you, Emma, I won’t forget this.’ He finished, putting the phone down.

I sat there, dazed, not knowing what to do. All morning I had been trying to think of anything but that man and his dog, managing it mostly but now I remembered it all, every second of Barny fucking me, his big cock filling me up and then knotting me, making me cum so good I cried out in ecstasy, humiliating myself yet again.

My pussy was now damp and my nipples erect, aching with arousal, betraying me as usual, turning me into this man’s private whore, I felt so helpless, all seemed lost. I stood and began walking to my car, images of Barny’s cock now the only thing on my mind. I stopped and pulled my panties down, angry with my inability to stop thinking of him, putting them in my backpack before continuing.

When I arrived at the field there was a land rover parked in the layby, it was his, I knew it. I couldn’t see him, or Barny, as I climbed the gate but I knew he was there, waiting.

It was Barny I saw first, running around near the river, chasing something. The nearer I got I could hear him barking, then I saw the man, leaning against an old Oak tree, smiling as I approached. He called Barny and made him sit next to him.

‘You just can’t stop trespassing, can you’? He asked, sarcastically.

‘You told Tom you would show me the nesting Warblers.’ I replied, equally as sarcastic, not really expecting an answer.

He didn’t say anything, just smiled, looking me up and down, my dress short enough to show off my legs. I stood there, uncomfortably, waiting for him to tell me to come to him or strip, my nipples so hard, now, easily visible through the thin material.

But he said nothing, he just leaned against the tree and looked at me, his expression so calm and in control. I shuffled my feet, not knowing what to do, feeling a little silly just standing there, waiting.

‘Are you going to show me then?’ I asked, not knowing what else to say, sounding nervous, my voice trembling.

‘I’ve told you; I know nothing of birds. Stop making excuses to come here, if you want Barny to fuck you just strip and get on the floor.’ He said, sounding in different.

‘Fuck you.’ I dared to say, totally scared to death, turning and taking a step toward my car.

I took two steps and stopped, turning back to him, angry and saying: What game are you playing now? Why are you doing this? My hands on my hips, trying to look defiant.

He simply laughed, standing away from the tree, saying: ‘I thought you were going? Obviously you don’t want to, you want Barny to fuck you and me to watch, it’s exciting and gets you off, you love it, admit it, just take that dress off and get on the floor.’

I stood there, just looking at him and Barny, not knowing what to say or do, my legs not working.

‘Look at those nipples, so hard and long and I bet if I put my fingers inside you, you’ll be soaking.’ He taunted, walking over to me.

I took a step back but no more, my heart racing as he reached me and put his hand under my dress. His fingers touched my pussy and stopped, he looked at me and smiled smugly, saying: ‘And you say you don’t want this?’

I blushed even harder, wishing I had left them on now. His fingers then pushed inside me, making me moan loudly as he moved them in and out, teasing me before bringing them back out to show me. He held them between our faces, all wet and glistening.

He then wiped them on my face and lips, before moving back to the tree and leaning against it, under the shade, looking at me and waiting.

I slowly undid a button, then another, my eyes looking at the man, hating his smug expression.

‘Do I have a choice?’ I asked, feeling like I didn’t.

‘ You could have left but you stayed, you didn’t have to come here without your panties on but you did and I’m not the one all wet and aroused, am I?’ He asked, still sounding really smug.

Those words really hurt; they were true but I hated hearing them, especially from him. I stopped undressing, I was angry again, he was just being mean now.

‘Ok, I get it, you like me to take charge and tell you what to do, it makes you feel better about yourself. You can pretend I forced you.’ He laughed.

‘You are, you know you are.’ I said, quietly, my dress half open.

‘Take it off and get on the floor, Barny’s getting impatient.’ He told me.

‘No.’ I managed to say, so quietly I wasn’t sure he heard me.

But he had, he walked over to me, so close now, I could smell him, it was nice, manly even. I looked at him and really wanted him to kiss me, hold me, show me some affection.

Of course, he didn’t, he just undid the rest of my buttons and pushed my dress off, letting it fall to the ground. He then stood back, admiring my young body, I could see the desire in his eyes, my heart thumped in my chest, he was human, I thought.

‘Do you like my body?’ I asked, trying to sound sexy, pushing my tits out.

‘It’s lovely, so slim and just perfect for Barny.’ He answered, still looking.

‘Touch me if you want.’ I said, surprised by my boldness.

He just stepped back, ignoring my invitation, his eyes still on me but making no attempt to touch me. I was disappointed and annoyed, why wouldn’t he want to touch me, I asked myself, I was young and pretty, surely he desired me?

Barny was still sitting by the tree, waiting so patiently, I felt sorry for him having to sit there and not allowed to come to me. At least he wanted me, I thought, there was no games with him, it was all very simple.

‘Call him if you want him, don’t just look at him.’ The man teased, trying to embarrass me.

‘Is that all I am to you, a bitch for your dog? A sex toy for him?’ I asked.

‘Exactly, just that.’ He answered, not a hint of sarcasm in his tone, he meant it literally.

A shiver went down my spine and my pussy twitched, the realisation that he really only wanted me to be a bitch for Barny sent sexy chills throughout my body. I was just another dog to him, one to own and control, just like Barny. To be used for his viewing pleasure.

I knelt down on all fours, not waiting to be told, what was the point.

‘Call him.’ He told me, reinforcing my surrender.

‘Barny.’ I called, like a good bitch.

Barny jumped up and came straight to me, his tongue going between my cheeks and tasting me, pushing into my eager pussy, a deep moan of pleasure escaping my lips. I didn’t hold back, I was too aroused to try and hide my feelings, I wanted sex and I wanted to cum.

The man came and sat down to my side, leaning back on his hands as he watched me. This was different from the other times, something had changed.

I gasped as Barny’s tongue penetrated my bum, the feeling so good it made me push back, trying to get it deeper, I wanted it in me, pleasuring me.

‘What does it feel like, tell me?’ He asked, a sense of urgency in his voice.

I looked at him in surprise, he really wanted to know, his tone and expression was absolutely sincere, this is what got him off. My god, I thought, this is what he really wants.

‘Big’ I answered, knowing this wouldn’t be enough.

‘Describe it better, tell me exactly how it feels?’ He demanded, sounding irritated with me.

‘It feels strong, powerful and the texture is slightly rough, when it scrapes along my lips and clit it’s just amazing, the sensations are like electric shocks, It just makes me twitch and my pussy goes spastic, I’ve never felt anything like it. And god, can he go deep with it, mmmmmmmm like now, oh god, it feels so good on my pussy when it’s inside me.’

‘Are you going to cum?’

‘Soon, I’m getting close. Do you want me to cum on his tongue? See me cum like his bitch?’ I gasped, feeling like a complete whore.

‘Yes, cum on his tongue, show me what a bitch you are.’ He said, his voice all excited.

‘Oh god, here it comes, he’s licking my clit, it’s too much … oh yesssss.’ I cried, my head on my arms as a powerful wave of pleasure washed over me.

It was so good and having him there next to me made it even better. I felt like a slut cumming and not having to hide it but I wanted that, to be on display for him, humiliating myself for him.

Barny didn’t care that I had just cum, he’d had enough of my pussy and now wanted to fuck his bitch, knot her and impregnate her. He was on my back and inside me in almost one movement, his nails adding more scratches to my collection.

He gripped me tightly and started to fuck me, he was in a hurry, it seemed. I braced myself as this powerful animal took full control of me, his hips a blur as he thrust wildly into me, desperate to join us together, trap me while he unleashed his seed into my womb, hopefully giving me his puppies.

The man was watching me, still, eager to see me taken by his big dog.

‘Jesus, look at him go, he’s nearly twice your size, it must feel incredible being fucked by such a beast, tell me.’ He demanded, again.

It was hard to talk while being pushed along the dirt. My lungs were sucking in air as Barny was knocking it out of them.

‘He’s … growing inside … me, getting bigger and bigger … i can feel him, it’s amazing. His cock just keeps battering into me and his grip is so tight, I feel like a prisoner. I am a prisoner, I can’t move, I’m his, he owns me.’

‘More, tell me more.’ He insisted.

‘I can feel his knot, it’s banging against my lips, he’ll soon be in me and he keeps scratching me, his nails are raking me, I like it, I wailed. He’s nearly there, God, he’s stretching me so much, it hurts but feels amazing.’

‘I can see it, it looks like it won’t fit but it does, open up for him, let him in.’ He implored.

‘I am, he’s in me, he’s filling my whole pussy, it’s so good. Mmmmmm … yesss.’ I cried.

Barny’s face was next to mine, I could smell his breath as he panted, his drool was all over my shoulders, we panted together, in harmony.

‘Oh god, I’m so full, he’s so big and his cock is right up against my cervix, trying to get in. I can feel his cock throbbing, his sperm filling me up, shooting into my womb. It’s the best feeling ever.’ I cooed.

He put his hand just above my pussy, trying to feel Barny inside me, laughing as he did so.

‘I can feel him, you lucky girl. Are you going to cum?’

‘I will but not yet, it’s building. His knot rubbing my pussy and his throbbing cock are getting me there. Oh god … he’s shooting more cum into me … Oh yes … I feel like a bitch now, his bitch, he’s my master, I’m just here for breeding, that’s what I feel. Is that what you wanted to hear, coz it’s true, that’s how I feel, are you happy now?’ I asked, moaning loudly.

‘I’m very happy, Barny has a new bitch and she knows her place now. Are you happy?’ He asked, turning the question on me.

‘I suppose … i don’t know, I think so. Oh, I’m getting close now, he’s doing that thing, grinding against my insides, oh yes.’ I sighed.

I closed my eyes, I wanted to concentrate on Barny, his knot bringing me to another orgasm. ‘Here it comes.’ I cried, squeezing my cunt and moving it from side to side for extra friction.

He was suddenly squeezing my nipples, twisting them as I came, giving me even more pleasure, the pain a delicious extra. I cried out as my body was racked yet again by a wonderful explosion of sheer, undiluted pleasure. Shock after shock hit me, making me grunt and moan and claw at the earth, my fingers digging deep in an effort to hold this feeling, never wanting it to end.

‘Emma, yes, ride that wave, give yourself completely to Barny, he is indeed your master now.’

I heard him but wasn’t taking it in, my body still in the throes of an amazing orgasm. The world was wonderful and I had no worries, at least that’s how felt at that moment in time.

He just watched me as I bathed in the afterglow, not needing to say anything, he was in awe of my performance and no words could add to the moment.

When I opened my eyes he was still there, leaning back and smiling, waiting for me to return to earth, seemingly happy with what he had seen.

‘That was truly incredible, you really are a very special young lady. I’ve seen a few women in this position but never have any of them embraced it as you just did. You were meant to fucked like this, to be owned by a beast such as Barny, it’s your calling, I’m being serious. You will never find anything as good as this, no man could ever satisfy you, give you what Barny gives you. Do you know that?’

Barny gave a big pull and was now out of me, surprising me, making me gasp a little with the pain. I fell to the floor and rolled on my back, looking up at the man.

‘What’s your name?’ I asked.

He smiled and said: ‘John.’

‘I think I know that, John.’ I told him, still ashamed of what I’d just done.

I was expecting him to leave, like the other times but he stayed where he was, happy just to look at me. Barny was cleaning himself and I remembered what John had said about me doing that for him, a sudden urge to suck on his cock coming over me. It looked so big, still, probably nine inches long and thicker than any cock I had ever seen, though I’d only seen two in real life. Hundreds if you count the internet.

John stood and picked up my dress, saying: ‘Let’s go, I’ll walk to your car with you.’

I was so surprised I forgot about Barny’s cock. I got to my feet and took the dress, putting it over my head and thanking him. As we walked back to my car, John asked me about my home life, where I lived and what I was going to do with my life, he sounded genuinely interested in me.

I told him about my dad and how we didn’t get on; about my mum, going to Uni and some other stuff. He listened and asked questions, almost like we were friends, it was nice and I didn’t feel so embarrassed this time, about what I just did.

When we got to my car he stopped and said: ‘Follow me.’

He then got in his Land Rover and pulled off, slowly, waiting for me to follow him. I sat there for a second, wondering what to do, unsure if i should or not, thinking he could be a serial killer but then realising he could have killed me anytime.

He honked his horn and drove off, leaving it to me to decide. I quickly put it into drive and started following him, scared but intrigued.

About five miles later he turned off the road and onto a dirt track, we were in the middle of nowhere, I was completely lost. A mile down the track we came to an old farm house with lots of out buildings, it was a stunning place, old but really beautiful. As we pulled up two big dogs came running out to greet us, both looked exactly like Barny. When I stopped, I could see they were both male, a shiver went down my back.

John got our and came to my door, opening it and letting me out. The two dogs going mad and jumping all around me, both sniffing me and putting their heads under my dress. My naked pussy still dripping sperm. I leaned against the car as they both began licking me, John smiling as I tried to defend myself, failing of course.

For a moment I thought he was going to let them fuck me here in the yard, but he called them just as I was beginning to fall over. I steadied myself and followed after him as ordered. He led me to a long barn that was attached to the house, all three dogs following.

We entered the barn and stopped, John letting me take it in, it was a stable of sorts and I could see two horses a bit further down, both looked very expensive. To the right was a door, it looked like an office, John then opened it and went in, gesturing me to do the same.

It wasn’t an office; it was a living area, a self-contained flat kind of. There was a bed, a kitchen area and a dining area with a big sofa and two armchairs. It was bigger than my house and looked very expensively decorated. John then turned to me.

‘This is where you will live, you can move in today, go pack your stuff and be back by six pm. There won’t be any rent as such but you will be the bitch for my dogs, all three of them. You will let them fuck you whenever they want, night or day, wherever that may be. No will not be an option, if you ever refuse them you will have to leave. You can stay until you go to Uni, or longer if you want, it’s up to you. If you’re not back by six i’ll understand but you’ll never see me or Barny again, your choice.’

With that he turned and left. I was so stunned, I couldn’t move for a minute, I just looked around at the beautiful room, trying to understand what had just happened, totally shocked. When I regained my senses I ran after John, I had to ask him some questions, this was so sudden and unbelievable.

When I got outside, he was gone, him and the dogs had driven off before I could get to them. I stood there dumbfounded, not really sure what to do. I looked around but saw no one, it was pointless waiting for John to return. I got in my car and drove home, my mind in turmoil as I pulled up to my house, glad Dad wasn’t home, I needed to think. I went to my room and showered, Barny’s jizz was still leaking out of me and I stunk of sex.

As I showered, I tried to go over all that had happened. First thing was the sex with Barny and how good it was. It was different today, I let myself go and gave in to my desires, John pushing me and making me act like a real slut, even giving him what he wanted. That’s why he wants me at his place, I realised, today was everything he wanted, a young woman acting like a total bitch for his dogs, he loved it. I’m just what he was looking for, he wants me available whenever he, or the dogs, want it. I felt good knowing this, unsure exactly why.

I got out the shower and dried myself, more moisturizer needed for the fresh scratches. I admired my body in the mirror, even the scratches looking good, I liked them. I lay on the bed and tried to imagine living at John’s place with three dogs. God, could I cope with three of them? Do i really want to be that kind of girl, a whore for someone, just a sex object? But that room and finally getting away from here, fuck, it would be so nice.

I could here next door’s dog barking, it made me think of Barny and his brothers, I imagined all them taking me, one after the other while John watched. My pussy was tingling jut thinking of it. I got up and went down stairs, to the kitchen window, so I could see the dog. He was playing again, chasing the ball. I found him sexy to look at, his sleek body shinning in the sun, he looked young and strong, more than capable of fucking me. I giggled as I stared, knowing I wouldn’t do anything.

Standing there I made up my mind, I would go and live at John’s, it would be exciting and I had to admit I really liked being fucked by Barny.

I heard the door open and close, it had to be dad. He was probably drunk again so I just stayed where i was, looking out at the dog, hoping he would go to the sitting room.

‘Jesus girl, more whip marks, what kind of slut are you?’ He asked, obviously not in the sitting room, his words slurring.

‘The worst kind daddy.’ I shot back, turning and facing him.

‘Yeah, I see that, just like your mum.’ He added, repeating what he said yesterday.

‘I’m worse daddy, believe me. If only you knew.’ I told him, my nipples still hard and sticking out.

‘She would let men tie her up and whip her, then they would fuck her, here, in this house, while I watched, she loved it. Whore.’ He spat, rocking back and forth.

‘That sounds so good, I’m going to try that. Can I do it here? You can watch if you want.’ I asked, daring him to say something more.

He stumbled toward me, his face red with anger but also something else, I could see it. I didn’t move, I wasn’t scared of him. He stood right in front of me, his beer breath filling my nostrils.

‘Maybe I should do it now, with my belt, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ He said, his eyes all over me as he tried to undo his belt.

‘Mmmm yes please, I dare you.’ I replied, my hands on the sink, my tits pushing out.

I was angry but also excited, I didn’t know why I was acting like this but I was getting aroused, it must have been what happened earlier, with John and Barny, my boundaries had been shattered and i was acting out, being silly, not worrying about the consequences. I would be gone soon, anyway, I told myself.

I could see he was shocked; even being drunk he couldn’t understand why I was acting this way. He suddenly grabbed my tits, squeezing them, making me cry out but I didn’t move, I just stared back at him. He twisted my nipples, grinning, trying to hurt me.

It did hurt but I liked it, and even though it was him doing it I moaned loudly to let him know, not caring anymore. He squeezed harder, making me gasp in pain, but again I didn’t move.

‘These aren’t whip marks, daddy, they’re from a dog, I fuck dogs and I love it, even when they scratch me, I love it, can’t get enough of their cocks.’ I told him, smiling.

He let go of me and stumbled back a yard, his booze befuddled mind trying to work out what I just said, not sure if he heard me right.

‘Yes, dogs, daddy, i fuck dogs.’ I laughed, waiting for him to get it.

‘My god, you are a whore.’ He shouted, grabbing me and pushing toward the table.

I laughed again and let him, bending over the table and presenting him with my bum, watching him as he tried to get his belt off.

It was so exciting acting like this, my pussy was tingling and very wet, I couldn’t believe how naughty I felt.

‘Come on daddy, punish me, I deserve it.’ I pleaded, not really meaning it but wiggling my bum.

I could see his erection in his trousers, it made me shiver, daddy was hot for me, the daughter he never had time for, now he wanted me, bastard, I thought.

‘Fuck me daddy, punish me with your cock.’ I teased, loving his reaction.

He got his belt off but wasn’t sure if he should beat me or fuck me, he looked so confused, staring at my bum.

‘Fuck me, daddy, you know you want to.’ I begged, loving his expression.

He undid his pants, pulling them down, his cock springing free. I gasped, it was so big, I wasn’t expecting that. I watched spellbound, unable to move as he took it in his hand and pushed it between my cheeks. It slid easily into my pussy, making me jump, bringing me back to my senses. I tried to move but daddy pushed me back down, his weight holding me as he began to fuck me, his big cock thrusting in and out of my pussy. I turned my head and looked at the door, realising my mistake, my arms stretched out in front of me, I was going nowhere.

For some reason he felt good inside me, he was a big man and his cock was arousing me more with every thrust, I closed my eyes and accepted the situation, enjoying the sensations coming from daddy. He was calling me names as he fucked me, telling what a whore I was and a slut, that I would always be one and no one would want me after this. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head up, squeezing it in his hand, making me cry out in pain. He then slapped me hard on my bum, his big hand crashing down on my cheek, again, I cried out.

He was in his sixties but he could still fuck, his cock was filling me up and bringing ever closer to another orgasm, my third of the day. His harsh words and smacking only added to my pleasure, I began to moan, enjoying this incestuous fucking.

Just as I was felt my orgasm approaching daddy went rigid, thrusting hard one more time, grunting loudly and pulling hard on my hair. He was cumming, I felt the first shot of his cum flood my pussy, it was hot and it felt so good. I moaned in pleasure and disappointment; I wouldn’t get to cum, the bastard wouldn’t even give me that.

He collapsed on top of me, his weight pinning me to the table.

‘Fucking whore, what kind of girl fucks her own father?’ He asked, real venom in his voice.

‘Only the good ones, daddy. Did you enjoy it? It felt like you did.’ I asked, sarcastically.

He got off me and stumbled back to the sink, his trousers around his ankles, his cock wet with my juices, still semi hard. I stood and looked at him, his face now looking ashamed of himself. His cock was so big, I still stared at it, really impressed. He looked up and saw me looking but didn’t say anything, he was too embarrassed and he couldn’t hide it.

I walked out and went to my room, I had a case to pack.

 

To Be Continued…

 

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