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It had been more than a month since Mommy had allowed Daddy to fuck me for the first time. I kept asking Mommy when I would get another chance, but Daddy was busy with work all the time.
“He’s working hard to get a promotion, baby,” Mommy told me. “Don’t worry, he’ll soon be able to get that thick cock of his into your tight little cunt. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I did want that very much. Mommy had told me to be a good girl and wait patiently, but patience isn’t really my forte. So when my friend Anna invited me to hers for a sex party with her parents and her parents’ friends, I didn’t hesitate. I really craved cock, I couldn’t help it. Once I had tasted Daddy, nothing really satisfied me.
I felt guilty about it afterwards, of course. Mommy was none the wiser, but I had a hard time not coming clean. We never have any secrets between us, so keeping something that big from her was eating me up inside.
One night Mommy and I were in bed, playing together. While Daddy was working late, we often sought each other’s company, playing with our toys and getting each other off. Mommy was very good at making me cum, almost as good as Daddy.
“Poor baby,” Mommy said as she thrust a big fat dildo in my tight pussy. “You really want a real cock, don’t you?”
I nodded, but I could feel a deep blush spread over my cheeks. Mommy, always eagle-eyed, pulled the dildo out of my pussy and studied me.
“What are you not telling me?”
I tried to avoid her eye, but Mommy tilted my head so I was forced to look at her.
“I may have had a real cock,” I muttered.
Mommy sat up in bed, her expression stern. I squirmed under her gaze.
“Explain,” she said.
“Anna’s parents had a party.” I folded my hands in my lap. “They wanted us to join. They had friends over who liked younger women.”
“Was it good?”
I looked up. Was Mommy not mad? “It was amazing,” I said. “All the men were older than Anna and me. I loved feeling their hands on me, stroking me, pushing their fingers and cocks inside me.”
“Hmmm…” Mommy’s hand crept between her legs and she started rubbing herself. “Did you like being fucked by all those different men?”
Encouraged, I nodded enthusiastically. “It was amazing. I’m so sorry, Mommy, I promised I wouldn’t have any cock until Daddy could fuck me again, but I couldn’t help it. I really wanted to be fucked. And it was so good. All the men wanted me and they took turns fucking me, shooting their loads inside me.”
Mommy smiled. “Were they as good as Daddy?”
I shook my head. “No, they weren’t.”
“So you still crave Daddy?”
My pussy twitched at the thought of having Daddy’s cock inside me again. “Yes, of course I do.”
“Perfect.” Mommy’s smile widened. “But I don’t think Daddy will be very impressed that you disobeyed him.”
A chill ran down my spine. “Will Daddy be really mad?”
Mommy brushed a lock of hair from my face. “I’m not sure. But I have an idea how you can make sure he’ll fuck you again.”
She gently cupped my mound and I whimpered. All this talk about fucking had got me really hot and wet. “What can I do?”
“You can make sure Daddy gets his promotion.” She slipped a finger inside my aching pussy and I gasped.
“How can I do that?” My breath became ragged as Mommy started to finger me. The knuckle of her thumb brushed my clit.
She leaned over and kissed me. “You can be Mommy’s good little slut and fuck Daddy’s boss. I know he wants you. If you suck his cock, I’m sure he’ll give Daddy his promotion.”
She slipped another finger inside and rubbed my G-spot. “After all, you’ve already proven yourself to be a filthy little slut, this is the least you can do.”
Her expert fingers brought me closer to an orgasm. I had a hard time thinking, but I nodded. Anything to make Daddy want to fuck me again.
“Perfect,” Mommy said. “Tomorrow you will go to Daddy’s office and get him his promotion.” Her voice turned stern as she stilled her hand, leaving me teetering on the edge of an orgasm. “And you’ll do whatever it takes to get him promoted, you hear?”
“Yes, Mommy,” I cried. “Yes, I’ll do whatever you say. Now please make me cum, Mommy, please!”
“Fucking Ataköy Escort slut,” she muttered as she curled her fingers hard against my G-spot while simultaneously rubbing my clit. I screamed and cried as my orgasm overtook me.
The next evening Mommy made me dress in the sluttiest dress I had. She picked out a pair of panties for me – a lacy pair I had received for my nineteenth birthday. I didn’t wear a bra. I felt woefully underdressed as she drove me to Daddy’s office. I had been there a few times and knew my way around. It wasn’t a big building and the security guard let me in without problems. Daddy had told Mommy he was in a meeting with his boss – the perfect set up for Mommy’s plan. I just hoped Mommy had warned Daddy.
My heart pounded as I made my way to the meeting room. The office felt deserted, which suited me just fine. I didn’t want an audience for what I was asked to do. Despite my nervousness, my panties were soaked. I was going to be rewarded with Daddy’s cock tonight. It was going to be worth whatever I needed to do.
I pushed the door to the meeting room open. Daddy and his boss, Mr Watson, looked up. Daddy took in my get up and I think he caught on quite quickly what I was planning to do. Either that or Mommy had warned him. He pushed himself away from the table and pivoted his chair to face me. His erection was evident underneath the thin suit trousers he was wearing.
“Hello baby girl,” he said, a grin on his face. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”
Mommy had told me what to say. I played with a strand of hair. I didn’t need to fake my shyness. “I miss you, Daddy. You’re never home anymore.”
I could see Mr Watson’s eyes glued on me.
“I have to work hard, baby girl,” Daddy said, reaching out to me. I stepped closer and he cupped my ass underneath my skirt. His fingers brushed along my slit and I nearly whimpered.
“Your daddy is working to get a promotion,” Mr Watson said.
I widened my eyes and looked at Mr Watson. “Wow. Will he get it?”
Mr Watson laughed. “Tell you what. Why don’t you come here and suck my dick and I’ll see what I can do.”
I looked over at Daddy as if this hadn’t been the plan all along. Daddy smiled encouragingly. “Go ahead, baby. Be a good girl and have Mr Watson fuck your mouth.”
I didn’t need any further encouragement. I stepped over to where Mr Watson sat. He had his cock already out of his trousers and was stroking the shaft lazily.
“Why don’t you get out of that dress and those panties?” he asked. “I like my girls to be naked when they suck me off.”
Daddy studied me, a smirk on his face. I had the feeling that this was some sort of test. I held his eye as I peeled my dress over my head and slipped my panties off. Mr Watson groaned. The tip of his cock was glistening wet. I hid a smile. This was going to be easier than I thought.
Daddy had freed his own cock from his trousers and I looked at it longingly. Oh how I wanted to straddle his lap and slide him deep inside me. But I needed to earn that privilege, Mommy had told me.
I knelt in front of Mr Watson. He fondled my breasts, pinching my nipples. The sensation sent shocks of pleasure straight to my clit. I moaned and tried to relieve the ache in my pussy, but Daddy’s voice stopped me.
“Focus on what you’re doing. You’ll get your reward later.”
Chastised, I leaned forward and took Mr Watson’s cock into my mouth. He wasn’t as big as Daddy, but still a good size. Mr Watson grunted as I slowly eased him down my throat, gagging slightly. I cupped his balls with my other hand.
“Fuck, she’s good,” Mr Watson groaned.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Daddy stroke himself. The sight of his huge cock standing proud between his legs made me crazy with lust. I wanted that in my tight pussy. But first I had to do my duty.
And what a pleasant duty it was. Mr Watson guided my head down his cock, his fingers entwined in my hair.
“Good little slut,” he grunted each time I took him deep in my throat.
I could feel he was getting close. His balls were tight, like two large marbles in my hand. I was getting prepared to receive his cum when the door beside Ataköy Escort Bayan me opened. A young man stopped dead in the doorway, his mouth agape.
“Fuck me,” he said. “When did we get a prostitute?”
Mr Watson was too far gone to reply, but Daddy calmly said, “That’s my daughter.”
The young man was visibly lost for words. He gaped at me, then at Daddy. “Do you fuck her?” he finally managed.
“Get inside, Gary,” Mr Watson commanded. “Close that damned door.”
Gary did as he was told.
Daddy smiled at him. “Yes, I fuck her,” he said calmly. “Why don’t you try her for yourself? She has another hole to fill. A very tight one at that. “
I nearly yelped. That had not been the agreement! I was supposed to suck Daddy’s boss and then I’d be rewarded with Daddy’s cock. Mommy never said I had to fuck someone else.
But the thought didn’t repel me. Gary was fit and he looked like he could be good fun. So I got up and bent over, my mouth still on Mr Watson’s cock, my ass in the air.
Gary didn’t protest any longer. He unzipped his trousers and grabbed my hips.
I had no need for lube (not that I had brought any). I was soaking wet, ready for him. He hesitated for a moment and looked over at Daddy. “Are you sure you’re all right with this?”
“Yes. She wants my cock, but she needs to earn it. Don’t you, baby?” he added to me.
I nodded with my mouth full of cock.
Gary gave himself a few strokes, then pushed himself inside me. He wasn’t particularly huge, but he fit well inside my tight pussy.
“Fuck, you’re right. She is tight,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with lust. He pulled his cock out and slammed it back in again. I cried out as my pussy clamped around his cock. It wasn’t Daddy’s cock, but it still felt delicious to be filled like this.
I turned my attention back to Mr Watson. He was really close now. His hands grabbed the arm rests and his breath came in gasps.
“Shoot your load all over her face,” Daddy said. “My baby girl loves getting cum on her face.”
Now I knew for sure Mommy had told him about my orgy. All the men at the orgy had come on my face and I had loved it.
Mr Watson grunted and pressed my head harder into his groin. Gary slammed into me in fast, hard thrusts, pushing me further into Mr Watson. I could feel my orgasm build: the tightening of my belly, the deep tug in my pussy. I was barely aware of what I was doing anymore, so it took me by surprise when Mr Watson pushed me away and came all over my face.
“Fuck, I’ve never had it that good,” he panted, patting me awkwardly on the back.
“It looked amazing,” said an unfamiliar voice.
I looked up and saw another two men had joined us.
Daddy smiled at me. “You want Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said. My throat was sore from having been fucked, but I didn’t dare complain.
“Make her come, Gary,” Daddy said. “Then her holes can be filled by Matt and Harry.”
I whimpered. I was close to an orgasm, and I wasn’t sure I could endure much more. I had bragged to Mommy about how much cock I had had at Anna’s parents’ party, but in reality I had only fucked two men. I wasn’t sure I could fuck all these men. Especially not if they were all going to make me come. I had only had one orgasm at a time before.
I didn’t have time to protest. Matt pulled up a seat and grabbed my face. I had no choice but to take him into my mouth.
Daddy came over and stroked my back. “Good girl,” he whispered. “You’re Daddy’s filthy slut and you will satisfy all these men. You will give them your orgasms, but you will save the best for Daddy. Because when you’re done, Daddy will fuck you properly in front of all these men and you will show them how much of a slut you are. I will make you scream with pleasure.”
His words drove me wild and I thrust my hips against Gary. My pussy convulsed as my orgasm hit me and Gary cried out in response. He shot his load inside me, filling me up with deliciously hot cum.
I had no time to recover, because the other man replaced Gary. He grabbed me roughly and slammed inside me, pushing Gary’s cum out. I was slippery, sticky with cum on my face and Escort Ataköy chest, and down my thighs. My legs wobbled from my orgasm and I could feel the next one build. Harry reached between my legs and rubbed my clit hard. I nearly screamed when the resulting pleasure shook my body.
“Trade,” Matt grunted, pushing my head off me and gesturing to Harry. “I want to fuck her tight hole as well. It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone this young.”
They turned me around and I fastened my mouth over Harry’s cock. He tasted of cum and my own juices, a heady combination. Matt followed Harry’s example and rubbed my clit as well. Another jolt of pleasure shot through me and I was powerless to stop the orgasm that followed. I moaned loudly around Harry’s cock.
Matt pulled out, his cum hitting my back, dripping down my sides. “Fuck, she’s filthy.”
Harry turned me around again, sat down on a chair and pulled me onto his cock. My pussy was still convulsing and he groaned in my ear. “You filthy slut, I want you to come for me too.”
I wasn’t sure I had it in me anymore. Daddy knelt in front of us and pushed my legs back. Harry drove into me, deeper than the others had done. Daddy looked up at me, his face stern.
“One more orgasm, baby girl. You can do it. I’ll help.”
He bent his head and licked my swollen sex. I leaned back against Harry, unable to support myself. I whimpered and moaned and thrashed, but Harry and Daddy held me still until Harry had shot his load inside me and I had come again.
“Good girl,” Daddy said, wiping the sweat off my forehead. “Well done.”
The room was quiet but for the heavy breathing of the satisfied men. Daddy helped me off Harry’s lap and up on the conference table. This was what I had done it all for. Daddy was going to give me his cock.
“Hold her still,” he told the men in the room.
They crowded around the table. Mr Watson and Gary held my legs, bending them back so my pussy was on full display. Matt and Harry held my arms. Cum dripped out of me onto the conference table. My sex throbbed, but I craved Daddy. His was the only cock I really needed.
Daddy joined me on the table and knelt between my legs. He gently rubbed my pussy with his fingers.
“Isn’t she the most gorgeous slut you’ve ever fucked?” he asked the men in the room.
“Fuck yes,” Matt said.
“And for all you’ve given her, she only wants her Daddy’s cock,” Daddy said. “Don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.” My whole being ached for him.
Daddy took his cock and slid it through my slit. He rubbed it against my sensitive clit and I whimpered.
“What is it that you want, my little fuck slut?” Daddy asked.
“I want your cock,” I croaked.
“Ask nicely, baby.”
“Please fuck me,” I said, louder this time.
Daddy pushed the tip of his cock into my sore and swollen pussy. “You want this cock into your tight little hole?”
“Yes, I do!” I cried. I tried to buck against his cock to take him in further, but the men held me tight.
“You fucking slut,” Daddy grunted. “Four men weren’t enough already?”
“I only care about you, Daddy,” I said. “Please give me your cock.”
He bent over, his mouth by my ear. “You’re Daddy’s little girl, aren’t you? Daddy’s fucking filthy girl. I’ll give you a proper fucking now, but remember: your cunt is mine. Your orgasms are mine. You’ll fuck who I tell you to fuck, when I tell you to fuck and as reward you’ll get my cock. Is that clear?”
The tension in my body was nearly unbearable. Tears streaked my face. “I’m yours, Daddy,” I panted. “I’ll do whatever you say. Please fuck me.”
Daddy kissed my forehead. “Good girl. That’s what I wanted to hear.”
He rammed his cock inside me, stretching me beyond belief. There was no gentleness in his fucking, but I didn’t want that. I wanted to be taken, to be used. I was Daddy’s filthy fuck slut and I wanted to be used by him.
Daddy pushed himself up and pressed his knuckles against my clit. I was past caring what anyone else thought of me. I strained against the other men’s hands, my body taut with tension. My throat was raw with my screams as Daddy pushed me near the edge, pulled me back and pushed me again. I thought my body would break in half and then finally with one last thrust, one last stroke of his knuckles he pushed me over and I came undone. I lost all sense of who I was, where I was. I was weightless, suffused with pleasure and light. I was Daddy’s little girl.
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