She panicked as she felt herself being manhandled before landing on her stomach, her arms twisted above her head. Her panties were pulled roughly down to her knees and an open hand landed repeated blows on her backside. She screamed around the ball gag, moaning loudly as she got more and more aroused. The smacks slowed down, the strong hand rubbing her backside in between each stroke. She moaned harder, lifting her backside to press against his hand as he rubbed the sore skin.
Her arse burned as more blows scattered across it, her nipples on fire from the clamps pressing into the mattress. As the blows stopped she felt short nails pressing into her skin and raking over the bruised flesh. There was breath in her ear as she whimpered and pressed her backside up against the nails.
"Are you going to be a good girl now?" The voice whispered in her ear. It was familiar, deep and playful. It held an underlying threat of what would happen if she wasn't, but rather than feeling threatened her insides turned over at the tone. She nodded quickly, grinding herself against the sheets, desperate for him to touch her again, even if it was to spank her. Perhaps especially for that. Without his hands on her she was going crazy. There was a pulling at the back of her head and the gag popped out of her mouth. She stretched her jaw and pressed her face into the pillow.
"Do you still want me to let you go?" She felt his hands on the restraints at her wrists and shook her head, half ashamed at her answer as she tried to place the familiar voice. She knew it but all she could focus on was the pain in her arse and the desperation for more of anything to happen.
"Do you still want me to let you go!" he said more sternly, his voice more familiar with every word, his tone stern, demanding an answer.
"N-no Sir..." Her voice was hoarse from her moans and cries, but she knew from his tone the words he wanted to hear. The title he expected and deserved.
"Good girl," he stroked her hair away from her face and she pressed her cheek to his hand. "Now tell me what you do want."
She shook her head and his fingers wrapped around her hair pulling her head up sharply. She groaned and licked her lips but he remained firm, waiting for an answer.
"I want you to touch me sir. I... I want you to fuck me..." she whispered.
His hands stroked her hair smooth and he chuckled. He smacked her arse again just once more, but harder than before. It stung the already sore skin. He flipped her back over and pulled her panties all the way off before shoving two fingers into her. She bucked up to meet his hand and panted as he stroked her.
"Very good girl, such a good little whore ready to be fucked..." He pulled the clamps off her nipples and she screamed.
She felt the bed dip as he climbed up and pulled he hand away again. He bit and licked on her still tender nipples and she arched her body up to press her breasts more firmly to his lips and tongue as they explored. He bit hard one last time before pushing her knees up to her chest and thrusting into her hard. She moaned loudly as he stilled, sunk to the hilt inside her. She whimpered and bucked her hips, desperate for movement. He kissed her hard and started moving slowly, gradually building up speed as she wrapped her legs around him. She came as he bit back down on her breasts, the pain from her nipple, the soreness of her arse pressing into the mattress with his thrusts and the feel of him inside her finally overwhelming her.
He pounded harder, picking up the pace as she moaned louder still, riding her orgasm. She locked her ankles behind his back, gripping the bar of the headboard where her arms remained tied. She met his thrusts, whimpering and crying out. She felt him tense as she came again, bucking wildly. He rammed in hard one last time and stayed buried deep as he came, pressing his face into her shoulder. She pulled on her restraints, wishing she could run her hands down his back or remove her blindfold. Instead she settled under his weight as he lay on top of her, relishing the pleasure, which still rolled through her and enjoying the feel of him twitching inside her as his orgasm finished
His hands reached up to her face and pulled away the blindfold. She blinked at the sudden bright daylight, realizing it must be much later than she had thought then grinned as she focused on his face.
"You know, all that flirting over the last few years and I avoided taking it further in case what I wanted to do to you scared you. Can't believe I never got you drunk enough to admit your fantasies before." He laughed in her ear. "When you crashed out drunk it was the perfect excuse to keep you here when everyone left without starting gossip" he murmured. "Got me a bit scared when you were begging me to let you go but after that kiss and everything we talked about I knew you'd be disappointed if I stopped."
She grinned again and nuzzled his neck, still too overwhelmed to talk as he untied her hands. She wasn't about to admit she couldn't remember last night after arriving at the party, but she'd gladly admit she would have missed out if he'd listened to her and stopped.
The End.
Daughter Gone WIld
I've been a single dad for quite a few years now, my daughter's mother simply wanted a divorce and didn't want anything else to do with me or Jenn. You can ask me why but I really have no clear explanation, that's just the way she wanted it.
So, I became Mister Mom when she was five and, while it's been a strenuous job being a single parent, there have always been abundant rewards that have made it far more than worthwhile.
Jennifer has always been both pretty and bright, I've never had to push her to get good grades. I've also home-schooled her in addition to the school she attended full-time, she's smart and eager to learn and it has given her a head start toward getting top grades. She's always near the top of her class and almost always does extra credit work.
Jenn has been an ideal daughter, now in college, in her second year, again with excellent grades.
So, when I got a cardboard envelope addressed to me with her return college address on it, I wondered what it might be, a high-graded term paper, perhaps, or an exam paper she did well on.
I opened it and out slid a DVD disk with a note on it that read, "I guess your sweet daughter is growing up, see you next week, love, Jenn."
The disk was "Girls Gone WIld, Wild College Girls, Volume 7."
Well, I knew enough that there was only one reason my lovely daughter would send me such a video so I went into the den, turned on my laptop and slid in the disk.
It opened with bouncy Caribbean-style music and one girl after another flashed their boobs as I watched to see if Jenn was among them. The girls all seemed eager to show their tits and I could see why, they were all really nice, full, plump, round, firm, just perfectly in their sexual prime.
Then, the scene changed to a girl indoors, like in a bedroom, with a guy behind the camera asking her name and age and college. She was a beautiful olive-skinned brunette, very pretty, possibly of Italian descent or, maybe, Hispanic. She was obviously excited to be chosen by the filmmakers but also seemed a bit nervous.
He questioned her on about more sexual things, what her favorite position was, when she first had sex (it was thirteen, she said) and the like. Also some questions about girl-on-girl sex which she also has tried and liked, she said.
Then, he asked to see what was under her top and she looked a bit nervous but reached across and pulled it off to stand there in a white, low-cut, lacy bra. She looked quite beautiful.
He talked with her some more before asking her to drop her bra which she did, standing, rather proudly, I thought, and with good reason, they were stunning, as his camera panned, then got a close up of her nipples.
He talked some more about what she liked in sex and asked in he could see her booty and she obliged turning around and pulling her denim shorts down revealing a lovely butt barely contained in a tiny thong.
I decided at that point that, being a single guy, currently unattached, watching a very sexy video, that I would take the opportunity to relieve myself of some built-up sexual tension in the time-honored fashion so I undid my pants and dropped them to the floor, kicking them off, then lowering my box
ers so I could easily get a grip on things as I watched. I hit 'Pause' and got up and quickly returned with my trusty bottle of hand lotion and started up the video again.
The girl, Samantha, was soon on the bed with her fingers stroking between her open legs as she dropped her head back slowly masturbating for the camera. Well, it was quite sexy and rather amazing that a coed would come right off the street, get naked and masturbate on camera. I knew that young women today were far more nonchalant about sex and nudity and this was a good example.
Samantha had a beautiful orgasm, the look on women's faces during orgasm is always so beautiful and serene, it's something that has always greatly turned me on.
Then there were some more outdoor shots at night in an obvious party atmosphere, again with girls freely flashing their boobs and butts to the camera.
They asked two girls, both blonds, into their bus, I supposed it was, and interviewed them quite extensively about their sex lives and it turned out that they had been friends since middle school and also lovers though both also had boyfriends as well.
They each took off their tops revealing their breasts which were quite pretty. Then they were quickly talked out of the rest of their clothes and into a naked embrace, kissing each other. It looked to me as they'd done this many times before as their hands roamed each other quite familiarly while their tongues explored each other's mouths.
Then they got on the bed and the shorter blond began licking and tonguing the taller one who was soon moaning in great appreciation. She was really giving it to her girlfriend as I sat there slowly stroking, knowing that Jenn had sent me this video for a very good reason and it probably wasn't so I could get off to it.
They went on for a good bit, the tall one having a very strong orgasm then she took the other girl between the legs and gave her everything she could putting her into a rather spectacular orgasm.
Now the focus went back to the party atmosphere outside where girls were asked to show their stuff and most if not all did just that.
Then, there she was....Jennifer, in an outfit I don't think I'd ever seen before, a skimpy halter top and a denim skirt. She looked so hot as the guy with the microphone asked her name and age and college.
"I'm Jennifer and I'm nineteen and I go to University of Texas in Austin," she said smiling that irresistible smile of hers.
The fellow asked her if she was having a good time, just making talk then asked if she wanted to go to the bus. She rolled her eyes and the next scene showed her standing indoors, in front of the now-familiar bed, now remade and neat, being asked about her sexual experience and preferences.
I learned that my daughter had a few girl-on-girl experiences and her first sex with a guy when she was fifteen. Hmm. She did like oral sex, she was asked and said, both giving it and receiving it; it was something she loved to do, she added. And that her favorite position is cowgirl.
Then the guy asked her if she'd pull the halter down just a bit and she shot right back with, "Oh, I thought you'd ask me to take it off," so he said, "Would you?" and off it came.
Well, I hadn't see Jenn's breasts since they became breasts, not since they began to bud out from her chest. They were certainly far more than buds now, I'd guess C-cup, nice and large, perfectly round and firm, each one crowned with a pretty, pink, puffy nipple; they were perfect. I could feel a tingling in the head of my cock as I watched her, half-naked, while she talked with the interviewer. I also noted that she had no bikini lines, yes, my little Jenn has grown up, for sure.
"You have perfect breasts, Jennifer, what size are they?" he asked.
"Thirty-six-C," she answered rather proudly, I thought.
"Jump up and down a bit, let's see them jiggle," he asked and she jumped up and down and they hardly bounced at all.
"You're really firm, can you squeeze them together, play with them a little?"
"I'd rather play with them a lot," she said saucily as her hands pressed them together forming a deep cavern of cleavage, then she slid her hands under and bounced them up and down a bit then pinched her nipples as he caught it all on video.
"Can we see that bootie of yours?" he asked and she wheeled around and pulled up the skirt and gave a little butt jiggle.
"Oh, really nice. Any chance we might see the front?" and, again, without a single comment, she turned back and lifted the little skirt to show a thong panty that was practically microscopic.
"That's about the tiniest panties we've ever seen, Jennifer. Very nice. Can you ditch the skirt so we can see you in just those?"
She loosened the skirt and let it fall to the floor and stepped out of them, then turned slowly as the camera took her all in.
"Very pretty, Jennifer. You seem to be quite comfortable with your body."
"Most of the time, yes," she answered as he asked her to turn and bend over with her legs spread which she did.
The tiny thong really didn't hide very much, it was imbedded in the groove of her pussy as she turned away and bent over to give a very erotic and arousing view. My stroking speeded up a bit as I looked at my daughter exposing herself so sexily.
"That's such a tiny thong, do you think we could see you without it?" he asked and she immediately turned back around and pulled it off to stand there as the camera took her body in.
She was perfectly shaved, I suppose like most girls these days, her plump pussy lips cleaved in half so beautifully.
"Can you get up on the bed, Jennifer, maybe away from us on your hands and knees?"
Jenn did just that as he asked, "Can you shake that cute butt a little?" which she immediately did to my great delight. It seemed that I've raised a daughter who is completely comfortable in her sexuality and seems to know just how desirable she is.
"Would you drop your head down to the bed for us, Jennifer?" he asked as he did close-ups. "Spread your knees some?"
There it was, a beautiful plump peach of a pussy, sliced down the middle so delicately, held so sweetly between her thighs.
"Would you reach back and touch yourself for us?" he asked as her hand reached back so her fingers could trace up and down her labia, then her thumb and forefinger spread her lips open to the wet pinkness inside. My strokes lengthened as her fingertip parted her pussy as it slid inside to begin moving in and out.
She did this for a minute, then he asked, "Do you think you could show us what you do when you haven't had sex in a while? How you take care of it?"
"You mean, like masturbate for the camera?"
He said, 'yes,' and she flopped down on her back, spread her legs wide, wet her fingers in her mouth and began rubbing back and forth across her pussy as she looked sexily into the camera.
"Mmm, mmm," she moaned as she rubbed.
I was stroking faster now, completely turned-on by watching my daughter masturbate in a public video. She was amazing, so beautiful, so sexy, so confident in her looks and sexuality. She knew men wanted her, that was for sure.
"Are you thinking of someone right now?" the interviewer asked.
"Oh, yes," she answered rather breathlessly.
"Someone you've had sex with?"
"Mmm, not yet," she said with a grin toward the camera.
"But soon, you think?"
"Mmm, yes, soon, I've already got my plans made but this helps."
"It helps, how's that?"
"Oh, it just does, that's all."
She now dipped her cupped hand down between her legs, sliding her two middle fingers inside curving them in and out over and over pressing her palm over her clit as she groaned, "Mmm, good, mmm, feels so good," as she went on while being filmed.
Her other hand was up rubbing and pinching her nipples which the camera focussed in on before it went back below where her fingers pleasured her on and on as she softly moaned.
She was humping her fingers now, obviously getting close to an orgasm, and a really good one, from the look of it. I couldn't imagine just how she could shut out the other people in the room for there was at least two
guys in the room and maybe more. But, she was deeply into pleasuring herself as the camera, as if it knew, moved up to her face which took on an idyllic, angelic look as she cried out in intense joy while she was so obviously swept away in ecstasy.
She went on for a minute, then the fellow asked her how it was.
"Mmm, wonderful, perfect, I was thinking of just one person as I did it and this was for him," she said with a sexy grin. Soon, she was getting dressed and the scene went back to the party going on outside.
I backed up the video to right before when Jennifer had her orgasm and began stroking my cock in earnest to time my ejaculation to her orgasm. It was something I did in the next few days as I knew she would be coming home on Friday, four days from when I had received the DVD.
Chapter 2
I heard a thudding up the front porch stairs, then a "Hi, Dad, it's me, I'm home," as the door flew open and Jenn came trotting in back to my home office where I was doing some work.
"Oh, look at you, work, work, work. Can't you ever have any fun?" she said as she ran over and kissed me hello.
"Um, looks like you're the one having all the fun, Jennifer," I said in a mock-scolding voice.
"Oh, you watched it. Hope you're not disappointed in your little girl."
"Well, I can see that you're no longer a little girl but a rather grown-up young woman who seems to know just what she wants."
"That's true, I do know what I want these days. Wanna help me unload my stuff and get it upstairs?" she asked and we went out and got her things and brought them up to her room.
"I thought we'd have a nice steak and baked potatoes for supper. Also I have a bottle of Cabernet that we can share if you don't plan on driving anywhere later," I told her.
"Nope, no plans except to just hang out with my Daddy. Maybe we can watch my performance, whadda you think, Daddy? Bet I surprised you, huh?"
"You did that, Jenn, yes, you did," I admitted.
"I'll bet I got another reaction, too. I'm off to shower then I've got some emails and stuff to check. What time's dinner?"
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