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Abby's life changes once her new husband goes to work abroad and her father makes the most of the situation.
Abby (1)

“Come on Abby,” daddy said, “he will be back in a month.”

With a last look at the ferry I turned away from the dock and followed daddy back to the car. I had just seen my husband of six months get on a ferry to France where he would start his new job as a bio mechanic. Whatever that was.

Mike and I had known each other since early school but it had only ever been a casual thing. When mummy died last year I just seemed to lose it. I don’t even know why really. My parents were very Victorian in their upbringing or maybe I should say my mother was. I can’t say that I felt any paternal or maternal feelings from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and daddy. When mummy died suddenly, it hit me quite hard. The sense of freedom just overwhelmed me I suppose. I started going out to pubs and drinking, not too much but enough to blind my judgement to one of the students who took advantage enough to take my virginity. He hung around long enough for me to realise that all he wanted was sex so I dumped him and remained chaste through out university

Anyway, along came Mike. Soft, gentle, and as Victorian as my parents I suppose. Maybe that’s why I felt safe with him. Anyway we got married six months ago. Daddy bought us a house as a wedding present and then Mike was offered his new job in France. We had only been in the house for a few weeks and it had taken that long to get it decorated and cleaned up. Now I would be on my own for a month. That was why I had asked daddy to stay for a few days. I hated being on my own more than I hated how small daddy made me feel when he was around. I knew he loved me but he was just so dominating, so controlling but at least he would be company for a short while.

“Abby. Abby. Are you awake?”

“Oh! Sorry daddy.” I said, startled, “I was daydreaming.”

“I thought we might stop in town for a bite to eat before heading home as it’s nearly ten o’clock.”

Still only half listening I agreed. He pulled into a pub just outside of town and once inside ordered me a vodka and coke. The barman said we would be called once a table was free in the dinning room so we sat down a waited to be called.

“I think that guy over there fancies you.” Daddy said suddenly.

I was shocked but impulse turned my gaze in the direction daddy was looking. Sitting at the bar was a young guy in his mid twenties. By his jeans and leather jacket he was obviously a biker He smiled at me and I went bright red and turned away sharply.

“Don’t be silly daddy.” I said embarrassed, “Anyway I am a married woman and not interested.”

“More fool you then” Daddy said sharply.

“Daddy….”

“Table for two sir.” The waiter said, interrupting me. “This way please.”

The subject of the young man was dropped but I couldn’t help thinking about what daddy had said and, if I’m honest, I did have the occasional look to see if he was still looking in my direction. But he must have left as I couldn’t see him. Daddy and I talked casually about nothing in particular as we ate our food and then continued on our way home.

It was half past eleven when we got back. We had left a light on so we could see our way in. Rosco our Alsatian jumped up at me happily as I walked in and after patting him for a while I said, “I am going for a quick shower daddy then I will make some tea before I go to bed.”

“Ok sweetie.” Daddy said softly

I went upstairs, showered and dried myself then put on my nightdress, which buttoned all the way up to my neck and came well below my knees, then donned my dressing gown. As I put the kettle on daddy went up for his shower. Coming back down ten minutes later in his pyjamas, we sat drinking the tea in silence.

“Are you ok?” Daddy asked, “You’re very quiet.”

I raised my eyes to look at him, “You will laugh at me.”

“Don’t be silly.” Daddy smiled, “What’s the matter?”

“I don’t like the thought of being on my own.” I said shyly.

“What in bed you mean?”

I nodded my head, too embarrassed to say anything. “Would you like me to sit with you for a while?” Daddy said smiling. I was sure he just wanted to burst out laughing.

“Would you mind? Just till I fall asleep.”

“Come on silly. Up you go.” Daddy said taking my cup off me.

I got into bed and a moment later daddy came in and sat on the bed next to me propping himself up with the pillow. I lay with my back to him taking comfort in the sound of his breathing. As I started to relax my mind drifted to the guy in the pub. I wondered if daddy was right. Not that it mattered of course because I was happily married. But what if….?

As I drifted off to sleep my mind wandered off into the ‘what if?’ What if he gently kissed me on the neck, and then my shoulder? His hand wandering over my breasts sending tingles all over my body. His hot kisses continued down, lower and lower till he was gently kissing between my legs. My vagina hungry for more I spread my legs for him as his tongue flicked and found my bud, now throbbing. He knew what he was doing; the pleasure that ran through my body was like an electric shock every time his tongue brushed my clit. I moaned my approval and as the shocks got stronger I started to arch my hips towards his tongue which was now going deeper and deeper into that hot place. All the while his hands were playing with my nipples, now engorged and hard to the touch. I put my hand on his head and ran my fingers through his hair.

The feeling in my stomach was like nothing I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to kiss my navel, my nipples and then my mouth I responded. I could feel his erection knocking at the door of my throbbing wet vagina and then he was in. I took a sharp breath as it all felt so real. As he slid his full length inside me I let out that breath and as he slowly slid that rod in and out of me I responded like never before. The feeling in my stomach was growing, getting stronger and stronger until I knew it was just going to burst right through my body. That awesome sensation rose from the pit of my stomach and as it reached my throat my eyes flew open.

In total confusion I stared straight at daddy who continued to thrust into me, smiling as he did so. The orgasm didn’t stop one little bit and as it exploded from my body I screamed, “Daddyyyyyyyyy!” I threw my arms round his neck and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for greater penetration. My back arched in that long desperate cry of shocking pleasure. As daddy thrust faster and harder so did I. Daddy let out a guttural hissing sound as he raised himself up and his eyes looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his seed, his daddy cum spout into his little girl. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t have stopped it, and I couldn’t stop my orgasm from doubling in intensity at the feeling of that liquid shooting into me. Finally daddy stopped and lay still on top of me. My orgasm drifted away and completely exhausted I must have drifted of to sleep. Thinking of the guy at the pub.

I was woken by a sudden breeze. “Come on sleepy head it’s ten o’clock.” Daddy said.

As I opened my eyes I wondered if it had all been a dream. Realising that I was naked pushed that idea right out of my head. I grabbed for the bedclothes to cover my body.

“Bit late for that.” Daddy said, as he put a tray with tea and toast onto my lap.

I was totally lost for words. Not only was my father admitting that he had sex with me he was totally blasé about it. I felt sick. But not, surprisingly, at what had happened. I felt sick that my vagina was throbbing at the thought. Still trying to cover myself I sipped at the tea, but the thought of eating just made my stomach churn. Daddy sat down in the armchair that we kept next to the huge sliding door that led to a balcony where you could look out to sea. He just sat looking at me

“Why?” I managed finally.

“Hmmm.” daddy said, “That’s a hard one really. You were very restless as you dozed off. And to be honest as you uncovered yourself and your nightdress rose higher and higher I suppose I just couldn’t resist it. Especially once your hands went between your legs. That was it really I just replaced your hands with mine and waited for you to wake up. Nobody was more surprised than me when you did open your eyes and….Well you didn‘t exactly push me away did you? In fact you took over and believe me I don’t think you would have let me stop even if I wanted to.”

I thought about that for a moment and if I was being honest with myself he was probably right.

Daddy stood up, “Get dressed. I think we need to talk.” He said walking to the door, “You should know though that I have no regrets. None whatsoever. And given the opportunity will do it again.” And he was gone.

I would like to say I was shocked. But I wasn’t. As I showered and dressed I couldn’t help but think of that overpowering orgasm. That feeling of total pleasure. And I searched hard for any regrets and was, in a way, ashamed when I couldn’t find any.

I found daddy in the kitchen, a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. He poured me a cup and I sat silently opposite him at the breakfast bar.

“I knew when I woke this morning that I would have no regrets. I thoroughly enjoyed you last night and, unless you say no, or tell me to stop, fully intend to do it again. Who buy‘s your clothes?”

“Pardon?” I said confused at the change in subject.

“Your clothes. You dress like your mother.” he said, “Come on we’re going clothes shopping.” He said grabbing the car keys and heading for the door.

I had learnt at a very early age when daddy said do something you did it without question. I grabbed my things and followed him out the door. We travelled for almost an hour in silence and for the next two hours daddy took me from store to store buying clothes I would never dream of buying. Ignoring any protests from me. The last shop I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a young girl who took my hand and led me into a cubicle in the back of the shop.

“Take me home.” I said when I reappeared sometime later. Daddy smiled and we made our way home.

“I take it your angry.” He said after we had been travelling for a while.

“Angry!” I said, “I have never been so embarrassed in all my life. How could you?”

“You had so much hair down there it got into my teeth last night. I was still pulling it out this morning.” He laughed

“You could have warned me. Do you have any idea how I felt when she told me to strip off. I’ve never heard of a bloody Brazilian.”

“Now we are getting somewhere. A ‘bloody’ indeed. Wow we will have you fucking in no time at all.”

I was calm by the time we got home. I put the shopping bags on the settee and put the coffee on. Daddy sat down in the armchair. “Come here.” He said

Without thinking I did as he asked and stood in front of him. “Take your clothes off.”

“What?”

He jumped out of the chair and grabbed me by the hair. Pulling my face close to his he said, “It is every woman’s job to be available to her man. It is every daughter’s job to make her father happy and proud of her. When I tell you to do something you will do it immediately and without question. Is that understood?” Terrified, I nodded. He released me. “Now. Take your clothes off.”

With shaking hands I stripped. Naked I tried to cover my body. “Keep your arms at your side and hold your head up.” He said sternly. I did as instructed. Standing behind me he ran his hand down my back over my buttocks to my hips. Then over my stomach and up to my breasts. Every inch of my body was electrified, shocks travelling down to that spot between my legs. I shut my eyes and did everything I could to fight the feeling of arousal. By the time his hand reached that triangle I was shaking, and to my total embarrassment I was very wet.

He moved round to the front and sat down. Running his hand over the smooth skin of my vagina. I stood shaking. When he ran his finger over the engorged lips I let out a moan of pleasure. “Like it or not,” he said, “Your body is made for pleasure, both to give and receive. You have a nice tight arse and your tits are large and firm. They stand proud for all to see. These are the rules. While I am here you will never wear panties or a bra, and will only wear the clothes we bought today. You will only ever wear a bra and your old clothes again when Mike is at home. Is that understood?” All the time he had been running his finger over my swollen pussy, now he slid a finger in.

The feelings of that penetration almost made my legs give way. I opened my legs slightly. “Yes daddy.”

“Good. I suggest you keep your new clothes in the small room and use it as a walk in wardrobe.” He said as he slid another finger inside me. His thumb was working on my clitoris as he thrust his fingers inside me. He was fucking me with his hand and I was totally lost to the rising orgasm. It was as though last night had broken the dam and sensations ran through my body like flowing water. He knew how close I was. I couldn’t hide it as moans escaped my lips and my body swayed. Then, just as I was on the very edge, he stopped. I almost cried.

“Now it’s your turn.” he said.

Shocked out of my delirium I watched as he stood up and stripped naked. From the first moment his erection was visible I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I was by no means an expert on the size of a mans cock. But this was definitely a lot bigger than Mike’s. He sat back down. “Kneel here.” He said pointing at the floor between his legs. My eyes still transfixed on his erection I did as instructed. He had very little hair around that phallus so I guessed he had trimmed it. He took my hand and placed it on his throbbing cock. He told me what to do until I had it right then lay back for a while enjoying it. I have to admit that I felt quite proud that I had made my daddy smile with pleasure. What came next was not so easy. He pulled my head forward.

“Open your mouth.” He said gently

I did hesitate, but I knew if I held back that daddy would be angry so slowly I took that cock into my mouth. Again daddy instructed me how to do it and then he slowly pushed it further and further into my mouth till I almost choked. “Breath around it. Breath through your nose.”

I did as he said and he pushed further till he was right in my throat. I gagged, I was sure I was going to suffocate but he released me slightly and then as I gasped in air he pushed my head down ever further. He did this several times until finally his erection was deep in my throat and my nose rubbed against his belly. Once I was all the way in he pulled my head up and down on his erection. As I got into a rhythm he let me do it by myself. “Good girl.” he said, “Good girl.”

It did get easier but my throat would be sore for ages after. I sensed a change after a while. The taste of his juice was different and he started to thrust up at me. Then, with a moan he pulled my head up and looked into my eyes. His cock was just inside my mouth as he shot his seed into it. My eyes showed shock. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting cock deep into my throat. The taste of come was strange. A mixture of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn’t have much choice but to swallow most of it but some ran out of my mouth and onto my chin. I felt his body completely relax. I lay my head on his leg, his cock still in my mouth till it was flaccid enough to fall out. He patted me on the head. “Well done my girl. Well done.” I smiled.

If I thought it was over I was wrong. After a few minutes daddy got up and put me in the armchair with my legs over one arm while my head rested on the other. He pulled my legs up and with a wicked smile buried his face between my legs. The onslaught of his tongue on my clit brought me straight back to the edge of orgasm. My hands went to his head and urged him on to greater efforts. My orgasm flew up from between my legs and out of my mouth in a long wailing cry of ecstasy. I screamed out and cried in euphoric pleasure for what seemed like forever. Then it started to subside.

Daddy pulled my legs up and made me hold them up with my hands. I was almost bent double. I could see his cock, erect, hard and pointing at my throbbing hole. He looked at me as it brushed my pussy lips. I knew, now was the time to choose. If I let him in then there was no going back, ever.

I hesitated only a moment. I looked him in the face, my breathing erratic from the continued orgasm, “Fuck me daddy. Make me yours.” I whispered.

A strange look of triumph crossed his face as he pushed that rod into his daughter’s hot pussy. Once in he speeded up and he fucked me hard. My orgasm flew back to life and I was once again lost in it. I felt something brush my rectum. The juices from my wet vagina had lubricated it so when the finger slipped inside that darkest hole it went in easily. I was, never the less, shocked and surprised. But again I was pulled into my orgasm, now enhanced by the rectal stimulation. Then another finger joined and wormed its way around in circles. The whole combined feelings drove me almost to insanity. Right till the moment daddy pulled his cock out of my pussy and brushed it at the hole of my arse. My eyes flew open. So wide it hurt. Daddy waited for a second and when I didn’t say anything his throbbing cock slid into my bum hole with a seeming plop.

The pain was brief, but excruciating, which stupidly enough highlighted the orgasm that my pussy was still going through. Slowly daddy pushed more and more of that hard member into my arse until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his little girls bum hole while he fingered her clit through orgasm. Then my bum started to throb in rhythm to his penetration and feelings arose inside me that I couldn’t explain until the impossible happened. I orgasmed from my cock filled rectum. Mixed with my still throbbing orgasmic pussy I was totally lost. I gave myself completely over to it not caring how I looked or sounded. Then, as daddy filled my bum hole with his second load I blacked out.

I awoke some time later lying on the settee covered with a blanket. I sat up and looked around. I couldn’t see daddy anywhere. Wrapping the blanket around me I staggered to the kitchen and poured coffee from the constantly hot pot. I tried sitting at the breakfast bar but the stool was too hard against my saw rectum so I stood at the patio door and sipped at my steaming cup, thinking about what had occurred.

I can’t say I felt happy, but I did feel….fulfilled I suppose would be a better word. Like I had finally achieved something, sexual satisfaction if nothing else. I now knew for certain that my orgasm last night was without doubt my first and that Mike would never be able to satisfy me sexually in the way daddy had. For a start his cock was a lot smaller than daddies. But I couldn’t get it out of my head that what we were doing….No! What DADDY was doing, was wrong. I also knew that I would not be able to say no to whatever else he wanted to do. Not now and probably not ever.

“So you’re awake at last.”

The sound made me jump. “How long was I asleep?”

“Only a couple of hours. Go and have a bath it will ease some of the soreness.”

“Ok.” I said

“Don’t lock the door. No locked doors when I am here ever.”

“Yes daddy.” I said quietly, not even thinking to protest.

“Put something on from your new stuff and I will treat you to dinner for being a good little girl.”

“Yes daddy.”

I soaked for a while and then got dried and dressed in a thin white low cut top and a very short black flared skirt with open toed heels. As I looked in the full length mirror I had a mixture of strange feelings. The woman reflected in the mirror was not me, but it was. I recognised my face and even my legs but everything in between was someone else. Someone who looked gorgeous but was somebody I would normally have disliked as a….well….easy I suppose. A slut. I hated that thought but was also excited inside because I knew it would make daddy happy. I went downstairs and into the lounge.

“That’s much better.” daddy said, smiling. “Lift the skirt up.”

I did as he asked showing him that I was naked underneath. It was plain to anybody that cared to look that I didn’t wear a bra. “Good.” he said. “Perfect. Now let’s go and display you to the world.”

That brought about more mixed feelings. Pride that I had pleased him and fear and a little shame that I was on display for all to see.

Over the next few days that fear and shame would almost completely disappear. Daddy used me in every way possible as often as possible. I was amazed at his stamina. He taught me how to walk and attract the attention of men without even thinking about it. He displayed me where ever possible and even made me walk around on my own in town or along the promenade so he could watch me from a distance. I have to admit I was turning heads and that is something I had never done before. Or maybe I had just never noticed.

Sexually he used me and he pleasured me. He taught me how to pleasure a man. I swallowed more come than I could ever dream of. He had even made me sit in the armchair with my legs spread wide open fingering myself to an orgasm while he wanked himself off. Shooting his come into my face or over my tits. My language had deteriorated to daddy’s level as well. But as I waved goodbye to him, his come dribbling down my legs, any confidence I had gained went with him. Now I was alone. The house was empty, quiet. All that sexual tension had gone. I felt some relief but most of all I just felt alone.

The juices running down my leg brought me back to life. I went for a shower and put on a button down dress. This was the one exception daddy had made from my old wardrobe as long as I only did three buttons up. I chose the three buttons and he made me cut the rest off. Now the dresses were low enough to show off my breasts and split enough up the front to almost show off everything else, but for working around the house they were better than my new clothes and a fair compromise daddy had said.

The rest of the day I just wandered around the house aimlessly. When I went to bed, alone now that daddy had gone, I decided to let Rosco sleep upstairs with me. I decided that he had been neglected since daddy came so would take him for a walk in the morning.

When I woke in the morning I decided to wash away as much of the last few days as possible by washing the bedding. While the washing machine did its work I went round the house cleaning up and then, as the weather was nice took the bedding out the side door to hang it on the line to dry.

As I opened the door Mr Robertson was standing at his side door puffing on a cigarette as usual. With his right hand in his pocket. I had seen him several times before but only now did I realise what his right hand was doing. He smiled. I froze. He was playing with himself. I could plainly see his hand running along his erection and the longer I stood the larger that erection became. It was only seconds but I had to make a concerted effort to make my legs move. I walked to the clothes line knowing he was watching me. I couldn’t get rid of the picture of him wanking as he watched. I rushed back indoors trying my hardest not to look at his hand and failing miserably. I rushed back to the house forcing myself not to look at him. I closed the door and put my back to it as I steadied my breathing. Thankfully the glass was frosted so he couldn’t see how he had affected me. Why it had such a powerful effect I don’t know but I could feel my pussy getting wet. He was in all ways a repulsive man. Unkempt unshaved and always in shorts and filthy t shirt. The way he leered at me made me shiver all over.

Try as I may I couldn’t rid myself of my throbbing pussy. In the end I flopped down on the settee, closed my eyes, and allowed my fingers to run down my body, undoing the dress as they travelled to that throbbing triangle between my legs. I pictured daddy playing with me, fingering me and then kissing my nipples, my navel, and on down to my clit. I spread my legs wider to give him better access. I moaned with pleasure as his tongue did its work. Delving deeper into my pussy than ever before. I could feel my orgasm rising rapidly, and then reality hit me.

My eyes flew open to find Rosco with his tongue avidly licking at the juices flowing from my throbbing hole. I have to admit I hesitated. So close to orgasm I wanted to fulfil the rising need. But no. Not like this. This was just too depraved. I spun round and dropped to my knees putting my back to Rosco. “No Rosco.” I said.

Next moment I felt a thump on my back as Rosco’s front paws pushed me forward. His back legs now between my legs I could feel him pushing forward. Then I felt a prodding at my pussy and realised what he was trying to do. I tried to get up but he was too strong. He snarled his disapproval at my gesture and the next thing I knew his erect cock was inside my throbbing hole. “Oh God.” I moaned, “Rosco. No” I said and again tried to stand up.

Rosco growled again and pushed at my neck with his snout, nipping at me to stay still. I was trapped, and not only by Rosco, his cock was brushing hard against my clit. His cock just seemed to keep growing as he pumped rapidly in and out of me, making his unerring journey deeper into my body. My orgasm again started to rise. I thanked god when I felt him come, thinking that now he would get off me. I later found out that his first ejaculation was only pre come, but there was so much of it that it spilled out and ran down my legs.

Then I felt something bigger than his erection pushing at my bitch hole. I could feel the huge size of it and was terrified it would tear me apart. Suddenly with a seeming plop, whatever it was pushed past my swollen pussy lips and was inside me, and still Rosco got bigger and bigger. That knot was now crushing my clit driving me finally over the edge into a huge orgasm. He pumped faster and faster and my senses went further and further away until I was completely lost in a sequence of rapid fire orgasmic spasms.

Finally Rosco fired his seed into me, it poured from his swollen balls like water from a tap I could feel it hitting my insides bang bang bang till finally he slowed down and came to a stop, his come running freely from my pussy and down my legs. His cock was still inside me and each time he tried to pull out of my sopping hole he sent me off on yet another orgasm. Finally he flopped out of me and strolled off to his corner. I fell to the floor, exhausted and sated like never before. I was so ashamed I cried for ages curled up in a ball on the settee. My last thought before I fell into a restless sleep was “Oh daddy. What have you done to me?”

I woke with a start and it took me a second or so to realise the phone was ringing. “Hello.” I said, still half asleep.

“How’s my little girl?”

“Hi daddy.” I said. “I’m fine.”

“What are you wearing? And don’t lie to me.”

I couldn’t have lied to him even if I had wanted to. Thankfully I didn’t need to. “Just a dress.” I was still half asleep and the feeling of liquid running down my legs was acute as was the stickiness I felt from my waist to my toes.

“Good girl. Now when is Mike due home?”

“Err about three weeks time.” I said a little confused. “Why?”

“Well let me know the date and I will come down a day or so before.”

“Ok daddy I will let you know.”

“Ok well I will call you before then so take care baby girl.”

Once again I felt the mess sticking to my legs and dress so decided to take a bath, and maybe try and sort my head out.

I ran the bath really hot and stepped into it. Enjoying the heat on my strained muscles and bruised pussy. As I thought over what had occurred over the last few days I just got more confused.

I should have said no to my father fucking me. But without any hesitation I knew that I just didn’t want to say no. Although I may have been apprehensive, shocked even. I had to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed what had happened. Maybe mum knew what may happen and that is why she was so strict. That then of course brought my mind to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even possible for a dog to lick and fuck a human being. But thinking of how that long tongue had made me feel was a turn on in itself. I was getting wet at the thought of it.

But Rosco fucking me was a different thing completely. Or was it. While my head said it was foul and wrong. I couldn’t deny the powerful orgasm he had given me. And I also had to admit that in reality Rosco using me as his bitch was not much different to my father using me as his whore. Just more and more confusing.

I spent the rest of day just pottering around. Everything just going through my mind all the time didn’t help at all. As I went to bed Rosco tried to follow. I told him to stay but then I hesitated. A picture shot through my mind of Rosco licking my pussy while I slept. “No.” I said, and closed him downstairs. It wasn’t till I got to my bedroom that I realised that the bedding was still hung out to dry. I was too tired to get some clean bedding so just lay on the bed and fell into a restless troublesome sleep.

I woke up with a start. I glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly 10am. Then I heard a roll of thunder. “Shit.” I said “My washing is still out.”

I dived out of bed and grabbed my white dress from the wardrobe and ran downstairs looking for the buttons. As I ran outside several things became obvious.

1) It was already raining, only lightly but raining non the less

2) I was not wearing my white dress. I was in fact in a clear chiffon top. As long as a shirt but not long enough to hide anything. It only had one button at the navel.

3) As the top got wet it stuck to my body and became totally transparent. Mr Robertson could see everything.

4) On realising what I was wearing I froze on the spot. Mr Robertson was slowly pulling what was an obvious erection over the top of his shorts. My gaze was riveted to it.

Even though my head screamed run. I couldn’t. I got angrier and angrier at myself and at him for doing this to me. Then another crack of thunder woke me out of my daze and the heavens opened up. A deluge of rain fell down on me. I took a step towards the washing and then back again, knowing it was too late. I glared at Mr Robertson, standing in his doorway nice and dry with his erection in his hand.

Anger has always been a problem for me. It makes me stubborn. I make rash decisions. This time was no better. It was his fault my washing was soaked. It was his fault I was soaked. I stood in front of him, no more than four feet away as he stroked that fat cock of his, and it was fat, not overly long but really fat. I opened my legs slightly and put my hands on my hips, which of course caused the hem of the top to open and put my pussy on full display. I undid the button and opened up the top wide.

“Is this what you want? You dirty bastard.”

He smiled. Not the least bit perturbed. Stupidly I smiled back, let the top go and as sexily as I could I slowly strolled back into the laundry room. “I’ll show him.” I thought to myself. The tumble dryer was directly opposite the door which was still open. I spread my legs wide and bent over to open the dryer door. My pussy was getting wet at the thought of making him suffer.

So wet in fact that he had no trouble ramming two fingers up my hole. The suddenness, the unexpectedness of it made me sigh out loud, it should have been a scream surely but it wasn’t. He was pumping his fingers into me rapidly, his knuckles brushing against my clit. He added another finger and with three fingers fucking me my body was reacting rapidly. His free hand came under me and grabbed my tit, moving to my nipple which he squeezed tightly. Again I moaned and when he pinched that nipple as hard as he could I knew I was lost. “Oh God.” I moaned.

I was trembling. I wanted to scream “Get off me. You repulsive little man” but it just wouldn’t come out. Then I felt it, his huge fat cock brushing my wet throbbing hole. He waited. I said nothing, in fact I wanted to push back onto him but I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. He rammed that hard fat cock into me as far as it would go and I screamed. Not in pain but in wild instant orgasm. He didn’t care he just rammed and rammed and rammed into me, vicious and hard.

His hands came round now and he grabbed both my nipples and pinched them as hard as he could and the electric shock joined with all those other feelings pouring out of my screaming pussy. My legs turned to jelly, unable to support myself. Every time he rammed into me he lifted me off the floor and then I came down and then back up again. My pussy was spread as wide as it had ever been and I was completely lost, like a rag doll unable to control my body in any way.

He made no sound. Not even when he finally shot his spunk into me. Spurt after spurt of it till it ran down my legs. Then, as viciously as he had rammed it in he pulled it out. Still in a remorseless orgasm I slid down the tumble dryer to the floor, facing him. That fat cock still throbbing in front of my face. He brushed it against my lips and I willingly opened my mouth to take him in. He wasn’t gentle as he fucked my face. Banging my head back against the dryer, dazing me. I managed eventually to keep my head still and just let him face fuck me. He rammed that monster in as far as it would go and when he once again released his seed it seemed never ending. With his cock deep in my throat it was impossible to swallow it all and I choked. The seed had no other way out but through my nose. When he finally stepped back I had spunk running from my pussy mouth and nose, running down my chin and over my breasts.

As he backed out of the door I tried to stand up. The chiffon top fell to the floor and I staggered naked to the kitchen and through to the lounge where I once again collapsed on the floor. Before I could get up Rosco was on me and his cock was in me. As rampant as Mr Robertson, Rosco was showing me who was boss in this house. Getting his own back on me for last night. Igniting my orgasm once again, I couldn’t have stopped him even I wanted to, I was so weak. I just lay my head on the floor and let him have his way. And gave myself up to him and that oh so powerful orgasm. This time there was no trouble getting his knot in and I smiled with pride as I once again took every ounce of my dog’s seed into my bitch pussy hole. The last thing I remember was thinking, “It seems I can’t resist cock. Any cock.” I smiled and everything went black.

More Abby soon
11 comments

fngrcffsAZReport 

2022-05-14 10:15:43
So hot, hope my daughter marries a man who's dad will treat her like that or wouldn't mind watching my friends treat her like that and then have the rest happen to her just as it did here.

GoodhardsexReport 

2021-02-18 17:13:25
oh man, I wish I had a big dog to lick and fuck me.

angelique21Report 

2021-01-07 02:01:51
I loved this story....I really did , maybe because it reminded me of things that happened to me when I was younger.....Much younger than Abbey, after all she is married and I am far from that.........I will see if there is a second part....I am hoping so.
It will push me to write more about my experiences.

horsebredReport 

2020-01-06 02:19:32
mmmmm cheating, incest, masturbation, dirty old neighbor, k9 what more could anyone want from a story? Maybe a pony.

FantasticgirlLReport 

2019-08-10 06:22:26
What a turn on so fucking hot that I want all of it please Fg.

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