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I led
Misty by the hand into our living room. I pulled the wooden blinds open
with my other hand, so that the morning
light spilled across the scene. It was the fourth of July and we were both off
from our jobs, but in the middle of the week. Something about that made this
seem all the sweeter to me.
She stood
by the long wooden table in fron the couch, unclothed. The sleep still in her
eyes, her hands at her sides. She was naked, her chest flat as a child's, her
mons veneris smooth flesh, her fat clitoris and labia puffed out with desire.
"Turn around, darling," I felt my Boy in my hand, hard, vibrating,
despite having come only an hour before in the bedroom. He is an evil entity,
my Cock. He wants things that sometimes I wonder about. If He is a devil than I
am dedicated to allowing Him out of His chains so that He may take the girl any
way He wants.
Misty
turned so that her bottom was pointed in my direction. She bent at the waist
and presented her ass to me. Knowing me well by now she put her delicate hands
on each of her cheeks and pulled them apart. "For you my Master, my
Father, my God." And she pulled her asshole taut, displaying the
carmellian rose, its wrinkles an invitation for my Cock, the Pain-Giver.
"Yes
my baby cunt, today we will hurt your asshole." I smiled at her, turned on
by her wonderful willingness. "If you are the best little girl you can be,
I will let you come later." Misty sank to her knees, still holding her
bottom open, "Oh Daddy, I will come in you wish me to, but only your
pleasure is in my mind. Please Daddy, use the switch on my bottom hole. And fuck me til I
bleed."
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I sent
Misty to the bedroom with instructions on what garments I wanted her in. In the
closet off the living room I found the exercise machine I haven't used in
months and pulled it out and over to the coffee table. By placing it at one of
the table I had a space where I could take Misty's legs and tie them above her
head and well separated. I meant to grant her her wish for a serious asshole
switching. My Boy throbbed with the idea. Every stroke would be pure pleasure
for Him and every sob and scream would boil the semen deep within me.
Misty
returned, kneesocks and little short white gloves. She wore a white ribbon
choker. Her makeup was beautifully done, just a touch too much, like a little
girl would put it on. Her hair was in banana curls. She looked skinnier than
ever. I brought her roughly to me, my
hand on her sex, my fingers ripping at her flesh. "You are my
Darling Daughter." "Yes Daddy," she used her twelve year old
girl voice and my Boy jumped against her belly. He was moist at the great red
helmet and trailed seminal fluid on her flesh. Her fingers swiped at it and she
put them in her mouth. "Oh Daddy, you feed me every day!"
I kissed
her full lips, sucking at them, biting. I thrust my tongue in her mouth,
tasting myself on her tongue. I pinched and pulled her sex while I invaded her
mouth, over and over, with the sword of my tongue. I wanted to cut her open,
and of course, I would.
"on
the bench, on your back," "Yes Daddy." She put herself on the
coffee table surface, bringing her legs to her chest. I took them, one after
the other, and tied them to the exercise machine, turning its controls so that
they were behind and over her head and spread as far apart as the machine would allow, about four feet. I took
the throw pillow from the couch and put it under the small of her back, so that
her vulva and anus were pushed up and presented. "You wanted the
switch?"
She
groaned and shuddered. "You know how much I hate the switch my Daddy. But,"
she licked her lips, the tears already glistening in her eyes, "It hurts
me the worst, and I know that is what your Boy desires. I would give Him my
soul, and this is part of that ideal. Yes, please switch my asshole until it
bleeds, then use the blood to fuck my ass. Let me cry for your pleasure, my
Father, my God."
When I had her bottom shoved up high like that I knelt
before her genitals and anus at the end of the table and looked down the length
of her. SO sweet and beautiful, my child, my daughter to be sacrificed to my
Penis' cruel desire. I smelled her pussy and lightly licked her lips. She was
full of nectar and it started to bleed from her, running across her asshole. I
tongued her rose, tasting it's clean coppery taste. I licked her lightly,
delicately for quite awhile, listening to hher oh and ah and then I started
biting her labia, harder and harder,
until finally she cried out, "Daddy, hurts!" I pulled back and
slapped her pussy hard with my hand. "I think it's time for Daddy's real
fun," I chuckled.
"Oh yes, my Daddy. I am ready to be switched."
She fluttered her eyes very prettily. Her breathing started to get ragged as I
pulled the willow switches out from under the couch where I have been keeping
them. She was so perfectly spread and displayed. All that flesh, all those
nerves, just waiting for my Cock's desire. Like a musical instrument, I
intended to play her for maximum singing. I wanted to hear her wail, beg. It
made my Boy jump and spit those notes of panic and agony.
"Are you my little girl?"
"Yes Daddy,"
"Will you give me your tears and your
screaming?"
"Oh yes Daddy, take my pain for your Beauutiful
Boy."
She was panting now, like a dog in heat. I drew the
longest switch over my head and switched it down, almost to her crotch, making
that lovely noise. Swish! Woohish! Then, without warning I laid that willow
wand across her genitals, right down the center. She grew rigid and strained at
her bonds and she hollered, "OH MY GOD!"
With that I switched her asshole, the tip going to the
center of the rose. Hard. "OH Fuck!" Harder. "OH HELP
HELP!" Hardest. "Wah!! WAHHHH! PLease Daddy stop stop STOP STOP.
Hurts!!!!" I felt my Dick and HE was pleased. "Ten more baby cunt.
Ten more to your asshole." I licked my lips and spit in my hand and rubbed
Him up and down and I took the switch and
pulled it back and set it to her
asshole, aiming for the true center and watching her twist and turn trying to
avoid it. Hmm good. I could take it no longer and I crouched before her and put
Him to the wrinkled ring and drove Him as hard as I could up her bottom.
"NO NOOONOOOO DADDY NOOOOO. TOOO BAD. HURTS ME HURS
ME HURRRSSSS..." She was reduced to a sobbing child. Her cheeks were wet
with her tears. I drove Him up her butt over and over and over and over. I
thought I would never stop. I noticed there was some red on Him and realized I
had made her bleed, whether with the switch or with the Boy I didn't know, but
the knowledge of that and her continuous screaming and crying suddenly brought
the most powerful orgasm of my life into my Cock and He sprayed her bottom with
my cream. Over and Over. The waves of come, blasting His length up her. Over
and over. My good little girl. My baby. My misty. She keened, like a hurt
animal, one continuous note. "Ohhhhhhhh." So beautiful, her make up
ruined by her tears. Her baby pussy all wet and swollen, needing to be hurt.
There would be more today. Much more.
I stayed there, hard in her for many minutes. She sobbed,
her body shaking. It was beautiful and sad and sweet. I loved her so.
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