I have now revised this chapter so that it conforms to Fabguys policies
Chapter Three
5 minutes later, Daddy turned up. He got out of his car and walked round to look at me.
He stood, appraising me for a long time, walking round me, taking in my gurliness.
Then he grabbed me and pushed me against his car and kissed me.
His chin was rough where he hadn’t shaved, his breath smelt of garlic and I could feel his cock through his trousers.
I panicked.
I tried to push him off, desperately trying to escape. Now I was here, I realised what a mistake it was.
But Daddy was bigger than me and stronger. He kept me pushed against the car, kissing me, putting his hand up my skirt, telling me what a lucky bitch I was to have him as my Daddy.
Then he took my hand and led it down to his cock. I rubbed against the rough material and felt his rigid weapon and everything changed.
My hand came up to his chest again, but instead of pulling away, I put my arms around his neck and leaned into his kiss. Even with my heels he had 75mm on me and he loomed over me.
I loved it.
All inhibition gone, I let him kiss me and squeeze my tight bum.
“Good gurl. I knew you’d see sense in the end. You look fantastic. I never thought that you would scrub up like this. I’ll get a premium price for you.”
“Don’t you want me first Daddy?”
“Oh yes, I’m going to fuck you before anyone else don’t worry about that bitch. But before a we do any of that, you need to be punished for fighting me.”
“I’m sorry Daddy – it won’t happen again…”
“It better had not. This time you are just getting a spanking. If it happens again, it will be the belt. Now get round to the boot of my car, open it and bend over into the boot.”
I won’t lie, I tottered round to the back of his car in my heels. I’m sure that it turned him on more and put more into it, swinging my hips. I knew my legs looked OK stretched as they were by the heel and hope they would please Daddy.
I opened his boot. There was gear lying in the back. What I surmised was a spreader bar (I had seen it in an online shop and then in a forum – it excited me.) But there was also a cane and a thick leather belt, some dildos and some restraints obviously made for legs and arms.
And a lead. A dog lead that would attach to mycollar!
Anyway, I bent over into the boot, knowing that it would show my lacy underwear riding up into my quim.
Daddy came round the back and swatted me with his hand. Hard. And then again, ten times. He made me count them.
By the end I was crying because it really hurt. He leaned over me, pressing his weight on me and I felt his cock, rigid beneath his trousers pressing on me.
Despite my situation, I found myself pressing back into him.
He kissed my ear, nibbling on the lobe.
“Good bitch, that’s it – we both know you want it, don’t we?”
“Yes Daddy I need you please to breed me.”
I had been talking to ‘Bitch Tina’ online and she had told me that the words ’please breed me’ had a special meaning to doms and it invariably turned them on.
This did with my Daddy.
He threw a towel on the floor and pushed me down to my knees, undid his trousers, revealing no pants but eight inches of thick stiff cock, which he stuffed in my mouth.
My willing mouth.
I desperately sucked on his cock. Gone was the moderately heterosexual male from a month ago, replaced by a sex mad gurly looking to be used by any man with an erection.
And do you know? I loved it. It was as if this was what I had been looking for all my life.
And now I was going to be fucked for the first time with a real cock and not a silicone substitute.
He pulled me to my feet and pushed me over the boot again.
He pulled my knickers aside and pulled my plug out, his movements urgent now.
He pushed his cock up against my cunt and I felt him pushing at the entrance.
“You put it in – I want this to be your decision that you want my cock to breed you.”
“Oh yes Daddy – I will” I said, my hand grabbing his thick meat and guiding it to my virgin hole.
I felt him push and there was a moment of pain and then he was in.
I was so glad that he had made me wear the butt plug as he slipped in quite easily. I won’t say it didn’t hurt because it did, but the sheer sexiness of the moment meant I did not care.
He pushed again and I felt his manly balls bounce against my slut botty.
His cock no longer hurt and I felt him pull back and then slam it into me.
“Like that bitch?”
“Daddy, this bitch loves your cock in their cunt. Breed me Daddy, fill me with your man juice.”
“Oh you filthy slut.”
Then he proceeded to fuck me hard, pulling out until he was almost out of me.
“No Daddy, don’t come out, please fuck me!”
Then he would plunge into me again, fucking me harder, my eyes rolling into my head as I took in his lovely manhood.
We were both lost in the moment now, him calling me his bitch and me making inarticulate noises as his cock found its way ever deeper into my hole.
Then his noises were inarticulate as he shoved his manhood deep in me and spurted his load deep inside.
My pathetic clit was dripping precum, but I couldn’t get to it and cum and was left sexed up and frustrated.
I’m not sure how long we stayed there, locked together. Five minutes? Ten? Eventually, I felt him pull out, his cock leaving with an audible ‘pop’. I pushed back as I wanted him back in me, but it was gone.
I whimpered plaintively, but he didn’t put it back in. I could feel him dripping out of my poor abused minge. And then two fingers were plunged into me, wiggled around and pulled out. Then they appeared at my mouth, pushing into me.
I greedily sucked on his fingers, covered in his jism, swallowing it down while his fingers went for another load. Five times he fed me his cum from my cunt. Each time I rabidly swallowed.
“That’s my little bitch, my gurly slut, you love that don’t you?”
“Yes Daddy, please want more, please, please.”
He pulled me upright and kissed me. I loved it, returning his kiss with lots of tongue.
“Oh the evening isn’t over yet. I’ve got lots of new friends for you to meet.”
He reached over and picked something up from the boot. It was the dog lead – a chain with a clip at one end and a leather handle at the other. He clipped the lead to my collar.
“Now do your makeup as you look really slovenly at the moment.”
I got my mirror out and repaired my ravaged face, put my stuff back in and put the bag over my shoulder.
“They are going to love you so much.” He said as he pulled on the lead. I had no choice but to follow.
But where was I going?
|
