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Daddy with Bethy

... straddled my chest. He pointed at his balls, lifting his cock so they were suspended above my mouth. "See how big they are?" He asked. I was in a daze now, of pain and orgasms, my skin stinging and my arse and pussy stretched out beyond anything I'd felt before. He didn't wait for an answer. "That's the biggest load of my fucking life waiting to be plastered all over my new whore." He wanked his cock furiously and I stuck out my tongue and licked his heavy testicles. "Get on your knees on the floor." I scooted onto the floor and he stood in front of me, wanking his big cock. "Talk to me." He said. I didn't know what he wanted me to say, but I decided that he would want to hear how good he was to cum. "I've never been so well fucked," I began, "Your cock is so big the second it's in my cunt I can't help but cum." He groaned and wanked harder. I took his balls in my hand and tugged them. "I fucking loved it up my arse." I lied. "It hurt so much but it felt so good. And I loved being spanked with your belt." That at least was true. "Call me Daddy." He demanded, his hand now just a blur. I recoiled at that, it was a bit twisted, but I did it. "I loved being spanked with your belt, Daddy." I said. He moaned. "My daughter is a fucking slut just like you." He breathed, his cockhead purple and on the verge of exploding. "And I fuck girls like you because I can't fuck her." Precum gathered at his ...

... cum-hole. This explained his obsession with grudge fucking young girls. "She's a fucking whore and I imagine fucking her arse and fucking her face," his fist gathered pace, "She's got big fucking tits like you and she shaves her tight little cunt like you and I've heard her getting beaten with a belt by her son-of-a-bitch boyfriend," He was seconds away from cumming, "And from now on I'm going to call you by her name. I'm going to cum on your slutty little face, Chloe!" he exclaimed. And then he did. I had never known such a huge load of cum, it erupted from his penis in seven, eight, nine jets. It seemed it would never stop and as he eased each jet out with his fist he addressed me as though I were his daughter. "Chloe, I've heard you squealing as you get arse fucked...." "Chloe, I've heard you begging for his cum on your tits..." "Oh Chloe, I've watched you soaping up that cunt in the shower and I imagine bending you over and banging that hot little pussy..." He was sick in the head. After he'd done, he collapsed on the bed and threw me a towel. "There's a shower through there, Beth." He gestured to a doorway. I picked up the towel and said thanks. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, as I heard Donald turn off the TV and ask if I wanted another drink. As I soaped up my sore, belt-marked body, I could see that my new Daddy was going to be a lot more than a part time job.