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I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her towards my crotch, forcing my still dripping cock into her mouth. She made gagging and retching noises as the last of my pee dripped onto her tongue. “What, you don’t like the taste of my piss in that filthy little mouth of yours? There’s going to be a lot more you don’t like by the time I’m done with you.”

The look she shot up at me through the smeared make-up really was that of an obstinate teen. “Suck it bitch. Suck it just like I taught you. I want my cock to get hard in your mouth.”

I held on to her pig-tails, her face pulled tight against me, I could feel the underside of my shaft lengthening along her tongue. “Did you suck that pimply-faced boys’ cock today?”

She nodded, yes.

“Was he as big as me?”

I loosened my grip on her hair so she could answer. “He wasn’t pimply-faced at all. He was a jock and he was so much bigger then you, I could barely get the head of it in my mouth.”

I pulled back hard on her hair and started fucking her mouth. “It doesn’t matter how many cocks you suck bitch; we both know that you were daddy’s little cock-sucker first.”

The look she gave me from the tub with my penis in her mouth; well lets just say for a moment I had a vision of her biting it right off.

I fucked her face like that until I was fully loaded and sliding in and out of her throat. I told her to get out of the tub and lay on the floor. “What else did you let this big dumb jock do to you bitch?”

“Anything he wanted to do. When he finger fucked me, his fingers were so thick I came all over his hand.”

I slid two fingers inside her pussy and curled them up against her g-spot.

“He said he loved my breasts and he knew exactly how to play with my nipples.”

She reached up to try and touch them. I slapped at her hand, but she moved it and I hit her breast. She gasped and her pussy tightened on my fingers, so I slapped her breast again, even harder this time. “This isn’t about your pleasure bitch.”

I pulled my fingers out and slid my cock into her now very wet cunt. “Did he fuck you?”

“He fucked me so often I lost count. He was so young and strong, it didn’t take him days to get hard like you.”

We were nose to nose and I asked, “Did he like your tight little cunt?”

“He loved it. I told him I was so tight because the only other cock I’d ever had was a tiny little pencil dick that really didn’t really count for anything.”

I tried to look even angrier when I told her to roll over. I’ve accidentally hurt her before in this position so I try to be careful, but not this time. I slammed my cock back inside of her with one strong thrust. If it hurt, she didn’t let on. “You know what else? He didn’t use a condom. What do you think of that? Does it turn you on knowing there’s another man’s come all over your cock?”

“You think your tough, don’t you? You’re nothing but a dirty little skank.” I grabbed her hips and started fucking her even harder. I noticed her hand reaching up towards her pussy so I slapped the angry red welts from my belt on her ass and her whole body shuddered. “I told you before, you don‘t get pleasure until you learn respect.”

“You’re not the boss of me. It’s my body and my life and I’ll do what ever I want.”

I leaned across her back and whispered in her ear, “You listen to me, bitch. I’ve owned your sorry ass for a long time. Everything you know about sex, you learned from me and it’ll be a long time before any man does anything to you that I haven’t done before.”

My cock was still buried deep in her pussy and I grabbed a pig-tail and pulled her head around so I could look her in the eye. “But there is one place where no man has gone before, isn’t there bitch? And tonight I’m going to take that away from you as well.”

I reached under the counter and pulled out the only lubricant I could find; an old jar of Vaseline. I opened the jar, spread the cheeks of her ass apart and applied some of the cold jelly on her virgin hole.

Before you start sending me hate mail, I’ve fucked her ass numerous times before and she’s really quite fond of it. Honest.

She struggled to get free, but I held on tight to her hair. With my cock still buried deep in her cunt, she wasn’t going anywhere. I pushed my index finger into her lubed asshole.”No daddy, please don’t!” She squealed. “You always said that was an exit only. You said you would never touch me there.”

“That was before you decided to become the town whore. I fucked your mouth first and your pussy first and now I’m going to take that chocolate cherry of yours as well.” And I forced a second finger into her ass. She clenched my fingers as I stroked the top of my cock through her lining. After a few moments, I pulled my fingers out and positioned my cock at the entrance to her forbidden zone.

I’d barely started to enter her when she yelled, “If you do this to me, I’ll tell mommy!”

“Mommy already knows you’re a skank. She’s always known. She thinks it’s better you then her.” And I started the slow steady push into her rectum.

“I hate you! I fucking hate you!” She screamed when I was all the way in.

This probably sounds weird coming from a sissy, but her screams and the way she was struggling and the way the whole scene had unfolded was a huge turn-on for me and it didn’t take long for me to get to the edge. I didn’t come in her ass though. I pulled out with an audible pop and jerked my load onto her back.

When I’d recovered enough, I stood up and positioned her before me in front of the mirror. I wiped the ejaculate and lube from her back and rubbed it into the sweat, make-up and piss on her face and down onto her breasts. “Do you see what happens to filthy little skanks that disobey their daddy?”

She looked at her self like she didn’t recognize her reflection. I sat down on the toilet and said, “Lay down here and masturbate for me. I want to watch you come.”

She did as she was told; put one foot on my lap and the other one on the edge of the bath tub, and started to play. The mechanics of her masturbatory session were as they usually are; dip fingers into wetness, circle clitoris, repeat as necessary, but emotionally it was very different. She kept her eyes closed the whole time and there was none of the usual banter between the two of us. She did mutter some; ‘filthy little whore, dirty skank’, that sort of thing, but it all was going on in her head, not with me. In fact my only involvement other then as spectator was right near the end when she grabbed my foot and tried to shove it into her pussy.

I suppose the acoustics of the bathroom made her orgasm sound different then usual, but even still the sounds she made when she came were so guttural, primal, painful. As if they were being ripped out of her. It was really quite disconcerting.

When she was done, she just lay there in a foetal position. I started the shower then helped her into the tub. She was as limp as a rag doll so I got her to sit in the tub while I carefully bathed her. I washed and conditioned her hair, then used the puff and her favourite body lotion to wash her. When I was done, I set the shower head to massage and ran it back and forth across her shoulders and up and down her back until we started running out of hot water. I helped her out of the tub, dried her off and tucked her into bed. That entire time, from the end of her orgasm until she fell asleep, we never spoke a word.

She woke up when I came to bed the next morning. We made love, but other then asking me when I knew that she was playing a game, we really haven’t talked about it.

I’m still feeling kind of weird about the whole thing.

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