The whip came down on my ass cheek. “Count aloud,” the whip came down again. “Two.” I yelped out, turning my head to the side so I could breath. “Three. Four. Five.” The whip seemed to be coming harder and harder, or maybe it was because by this point my ass was bright red and covered in welts. I continued to count until finally the tenth strike. My cheeks burned. He had even gotten my lips on the last one and I had screamed out the number ‘ten’, biting down onto my blanket.
His hand gently caressed my cheek, Charles ran his fingers across some of the welts. “Mmm,” He sighed then moved his fingers to my lips. “Spread you legs,” I did as I was told. My clitoris and opening now feeling the cool breeze of the ceiling fan. “Whats this?” His fingers ran from my clit to my anus. “You’re soaking wet!” He laughed heartily, “What a fucking whore you are! Did you like it that much? Should I punish you more?” He was practically yelling at me as he laughed. “Please, no.” I cried quietly, my face red. I was already so embarrassed. I really am disgusting.
He looked down and saw my favorite toy beside my pillow. He grabbed it up and turned it on the lower vibration setting. “Is this the toy I hear so often?” I cringed at the thought of him listening to me masturbate. He ran the head of it against my clitoris. Despite myself I let out a small moan of pleasure. “Does that feel good? You repulse me, getting off on an old man playing with you.” He chuckled.
The toy went from my clitoris to my vagina. He shoved it into the opening, then pushed it again, forcing the somewhat thick toy into me. I yelped as I felt myself stretch to the size of it. “Please!” I cried, “please be gentle with me, Daddy. I’m trying to be a good girl…” He shook his head. “Stop lying you slut!” He began thrusting the toy in and out of me. I cried out, but I only became wetter. “Fuck, I just can’t take this any more.”
He hastily yanked the toy from me. I breathed heavily into my sheets. I honestly didn’t want him to stop, even if it did hurt. Mr. Rite climbed onto the bed behind me. His clammy hands grabbed my thick hips and he began poking me with his cock. He did this a few times until he finally found my hole, leaving my lips sore, and began shoving himself inside me. He was just as thick as my toy, but I knew he was longer. “Please Mr. Rite–” He yanked my leash. “You should refer to your daddy in the correct manner, cow!” He smacked my ass, making me scream out.
“Please daddy, please don’t!” He chuckled. “Oh yes,” I shook my head. “No, please, you don’t have a condom on!” He threw his head back laughing. “It wouldn’t feel as good if I did have one on!” He held my hips and pulled me back as he pushed forward. “So… tight! I expected you to be much looser, whore.” I cringed, my finger nails biting deep into my palms. “It hurts!” I exclaimed.
Charles pulled back, leaving just the head in. I knew what was coming. I tried to crawl, but he had a hold of my waist and suddenly thrust into me, forcing his member all the way inside. I gasped for air, he groaned out and then pulled back and then pushed in again. Tired of my crying, he shoved my head into the blankets and began fucking me. I cried and cried. His hand eventually left my head and found its way to my hanging breasts. He roughly fondled them, his sweaty body against my back.
He slowly dragged his hands from my breasts, to my stomach and waist and then finally he stopped at my cunt. He rubbed his fingers against my clit. I tried so hard not to, but I couldn’t contain myself. I moaned out, and continued to do so. It felt so good. He was filling me with his dick, continuously rubbing against my g-spot, and now he was rubbing my clitoris and it was just too much.
“Tell daddy how much you like it!” He commanded, rubbing me even faster, now slinking his free hand into my hair and grabbing a handful close to the roots. “I love it, Daddy! More, please, more!” He laughed. I was beside myself. It felt so good, so wrong. I wanted it to stop, but I wanted more. “I’m going to cum!” The reality hit me. “No, please! Please not inside of me!” He laughed more. “Enjoy it whore!” He rubbed my clit, and thrust faster, grunting. “Stop! Stop, please!” The dried tears on my cheeks began getting wet again as new ones started. I don’t think I’ve ever cried so much in my life. “Be quiet! I’m … I’m cumming!” He slowed to a stop. I felt the warm liquid rush into my womb. I hated it, but it was warming and soothing to my sore crotch. His hand started again and I couldn’t contain it. My walls contracted against his softening dick and I moaned out. Again and again and again I tightened around him, my legs shaking and feeling weak.
I collapsed. He pulled out of me and stood tall. “Mmmm, that felt great…” Charles sighed out, rubbing his cock, letting it become limp. He turned to find his boxers and stumbled back. “Chucky!” I lifted my head and stared at Sarah’s older brother in the door way. He stood there, staring, his mouth open and his cock in his hands. “I’m.. I’m sorry.” He stammered. Charles again let out a hearty laugh as I buried my head, misery and embarrassment flooding over me. Things couldn’t get much worse than this.