dp-60142b daddy's darling (shirley james)

by Shirley James (mobi)

  Unknown to either Sue Carson or Hamilton Burns, Uncle Paul was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, Polaroid camera in hand. He knew that Sue Carson was up to no good, and he figured that this was the time to retaliate. He always liked a good practical joke, and now was the time to have the last laugh on Sue. He waited, camera in hand, until Sue lowered her mouth over Hamilton's cock.

  He clicked picture after picture. The obscene trio of girls were making so much noise that they couldn't hear the rather sharp noises of the camera. Hamilton was obviously completely oblivious to any outside stimuli.

  Picture after picture came out, all perfect. Uncle Paul chuckled to himself as he looked at the glossy prints. He'd teach that Sue Carson a lesson. Imagine her thinking that she would get him to blackmail his own brother! He'd simply agreed with her just to see if she would take him into his confidence. Even if he was jealous of Hamilton's success, he would never stoop to blackmailing his own flesh and blood. After he had several fine prints of Sue Carson in several different stages of fellatio, he crept out of the room, with nobody the wiser.

  Sue was completely unaware that she had been photographed in her ignonimous poses. She happily continued sucking cock, until she felt Hamilton's orgasm approach. She could always tell when a man was close to getting his nut. The balls would always tense up just a little bit, and the slow, easy pace of his fucking would turn to sharp staccato jerks. Usually, the guy would also start panting and shaking. Hamilton was displaying all of these symptoms. He groaned loudly, as Sue increased the pressure of her hot sucking lips around the heated glans of his prick.

  "Uhhhh, my God!" rasped Hamilton. He held Sue's head tightly, as his two daughters increased their pace of licking and sucking. Sue just managed pull her head away.

  "Now, girls!" she barked. Sue held the shuddering cock tightly between her thumb and forefinger. With the other finger near the base of the cock, she directed the tip of Hamilton's penis towards her face. Her lush red lips were open, and her mouth was drooling saliva. Tricia and Daphne also had their faces directly in front of Hamilton's penis. Tricia was giggling, but Daphne looked dead serious. She stared at her father's cock, mouth open, lips ready. Sue squeezed his penis as hard as she could, so that the jet of sperm would shoot out on a fine spray.

  "Ahhhhh!" grunted Hamilton. Sparks were practically flying out of his eyes.

  His vision seemed to cloud, and he leaned back, riding a wave of pleasurable sensation.

  In thick, fast wallops, the sperm flew out of Hamilton's prick. The white, almost frothy liquid gushed out, spraying first Sue Carson's face, then Daphne's, then Tricia's. The three women were dripping with thick clouts of the hot sperm, as Hamilton struggled to break free of Sue's monkey grip on his cock. She was squeezing him so hard, it was almost painful. Hamilton writhed like a fish out of water. Through his half closed eyes, he could see the image of the three naked women, mouths open like goldfish, being drenched with his copious flow of seminal fluid.

  Sue directed the semen like she was holding onto a firehose. She let first a little spray on her face, then one sister's, then the other's. They were just about equally coated with the thick come. It coated their lips, ran down their necks, and dripped onto their water-soaked breasts. Relaxing a bit, Sue let the final droplets of sperm drip out of Hamilton's cock. Hamilton was gasping for breath, Daphne licked her lips, cleaning herself of the sticky sperm. On the other hand, Tricia was still jiggling. She also licked up all the semen that was on her body, but she took the whole thing in a more humorous vein.

  "Was it good, girls?" asked Sue, with a wry grin on her face.

  "Was it ever!" chirped Tricia. Her perky tits bounced back and forth. She had the body of a full grown woman, but her mind was not yet up to snuff. Still, she was an exquisite specimen of femaleness. Her huge tits were full, with not a hint of sag, and her smooth round ass was round and broad, squished as it was against the cool tile on the bottom of the Roman style bath tub. "Nice," added Daphne. She licked her red lips slowly, and winked at her father. Hamilton was again out of it. He had wanted to retain control over the situation, because he wanted to present a strong father image to his daughters, but it seemed as if the women were winning out over him after all. He was nothing but a helpless pawn in their games of rivalry. But, on the other hand, he was getting the full benefit of all of this competition. What more could a man want? He thought about what his friend Jerry had told him, a long time ago. Jerry owned a topless bar, and Hamilton had asked him what he wanted out of life.

  "What do I want out of life?" guffawed Jerry, "I'll tell you what I want out of life. The men who come into my bar have their shoes shined, a clean suit on, and a wallet full of money. When they come into my place, they keep the floor clean, they don't fight because they don't want to ruin their suits, and they spend their money. Now I take this money, I make sure I get three square meals a day, three blow-jobs a night, and a color TV. Now you tell me, what else could a man want? Eh?" Jerry had said. On reflecting, Hamilton didn't have a better answer.

  Now Hamilton sat in the tub, thinking about this conversation. What else could he want? He had everything, including six color TV's, and he had three beautiful women sucking his cock for as long as he could stand. Hamilton smiled. He was a happy man. He should have given Jerry more credit in the first place, for his accurate, though somewhat crude insights.

  Sue Carson was the first to take control over matters, after this orgy of lust. She patted Daphne and Tricia on their rumps, and told them to leave the tub.

  "Aww, gee," started Tricia, but Hamilton gave her an angry stare. "Tricia, do as Sue tells you," he said. "We have some important business to discuss," he winked stupidly at Sue.

  The two girls left the room, and stalked up to their bedroom. They were once again angry at Sue Carson. Who did that bitch think she was? She had no right to take over her father's life like she was doing. Just because she knew how to suck didn't give her the right to order them around, like she was their mother or something. But while they were grumbling, Sue was busy downstairs, working on their father. She was certainly a conniving little bitch.

  "Did you like that, Hamilton?" asked Sue. She had a way of gaining men's favor. She knew that all men's reactions stem from the feelings lodged in their cocks. Accordingly, she kept her hands on Hamilton's cock. Even though he had just been brought to a groaning orgasm, he still responded to her gentle patting and fondling.

  "Very nice," he replied.

  "Hamilton?" she asked again, increasing the pressure on his penis, to a gentle beat.

  "What?" he said.

  "Don't you think it's a bad idea?"

  "What idea?" he said angrily. What the hell did this bitch want out of him, anyway?

  "Fooling around with those two daughters of yours. I know that they're very sexy and all, but isn't it dangerous for a man of your position to be fucking around with his own children? I mean, you could pervert them for the rest of their lives!"

  "Who the hell do you think you are?" asked Hamilton angrily. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want with them. They're my daughters, aren't they?"

  "Sure, they're your daughters, but you could be perverting them horribly. What will they do when they realize that they can't fuck their father for the rest of their lives? You can't screw them up that way! They'll hate you for it later!" insisted Sue.

  "Look, I don't give a shit about it. I'll do what I want, when I want! Is that clear?" said Hamilton loudly, Sue was getting him angry. Who was she to butt into his affairs?

  "No, it's not clear. You had better listen to me, or you might just get in a lot of trouble," she said, with a menacing tone in her voice.

  "And what's that supposed to mean, Miss High and Mighty? You're a fine person to be moralizing. Who got them started fucking and sucking other women? Who are you to tell me how to raise my own daughters?" he insisted. He was getting quite displeased with this slut. He figured that he might even ask her to leave. I mean, who needed a slut like Sue tellin
g him what to do? She was merely a pest. He was sick of her.

  "I'll do whatever I want with my daughters. You just remember your place!" he said.

  "I won't. I'll do whatever I want, and I'll say whatever I want!" yelped Sue. "From now on, buddy, I'm not going to take anymore orders from you. You're going to be in for a terrible surprise!" she hissed. Just wait till he found out about those pictures!

  "I don't know what you mean, but you're fired. I'm not going to take anymore shit from a stupid bitch like you," said Hamilton. Sue Carson jumped up and started to run out of the room. Hamilton was right on her heels. He caught her by the hair, and brought her down with a flying tackle.

  "That's not all you're going to get, young lady. I think a little spanking might be in order, I've taken enough insults from everyone. First, you come into my home and teach my daughters your own private brand of filth, then you insult me to my face. I'm going to teach you a lesson once and for all!"

  "Don't you dare, don't you dare!" screamed Sue. Her arms and legs flailed wildly while Hamilton wrestled her to the floor. "Don't you lay hands on me, you bastard!" she shrieked. Hamilton puffed deeply. He was having a hard time holding Sue Carson down. She was struggling like a banshee. He sat on top of her, forcing her down by sheer brute weight, while he looked around for something to restrain her with. His new bathrobe was hanging on a hook on the other side of the ornate, decorated bathroom. He grabbed Sue by the hair, and dragged her nude body across the room. Seizing the sash, he ripped it off the bathrobe, and began to wrap it around Sue Carson's wrists. "Damn you! Stop that! Let me go!" she wailed.

  "Not on your life, cunt," bellowed Hamilton. He was starting to lose control of himself. He was normally a cool and collected, if lecherous man, but every once in a while he would lose his temper and go on a rampage. This was one of those times. The last time he had flown into such a rage was several years ago, when he had been attacked by two fruity characters in a bar. He didn't remember what had happened, but he did remember waking up with his fists all raw and bloody. One of his attackers was found with both arms broken in the street, and the other had run off, after trying to pick up the remainder of his teeth from the floor. It had been quite a lot of effort for Hamilton's lawyers to shut everyone up.

  Sue was screaming and kicking, but now Hamilton had her hog-tied in a squealing bundle on the floor. He pulled her wrists, tied behind her back, way up to meet her feet, then he tied all four limbs together with a big knot behind her back. Now Sue Carson lay totally naked and helpless on the floor. She was on her stomach, rocking back and forth with her wet belly as the pivot point. She glared at Hamilton, and kept shrieking, using the most vile language she could conjure up. "Alright, bitch, alright. I'll make you shut up!" raged Hamilton. He was turning red, like a Viking who was having a fit of the blood-lust. He was getting more and more incoherent, and he realized that he was losing touch with himself. Still, Sue Carson had really tried to provoke him, and now she was going to pay for it.

  He stormed around the room, completely naked, his prick dangling and bouncing between his legs. Sue's screaming was driving him crazy. He took a wet washcloth, soaked with water and soap, and gave it a quick wringing over the tub. Sue's eyes widened in terror.

  "What are you trying to do? What are you... mmmpphhh!!!" she blustered. Hamilton had jammed the wet washcloth into her mouth, then he took the sash from Tricia's bathrobe and wrapped it around Sue's head, fastening the washcloth in place. "Mmmphhggghhhh!" she roared. She waggled her ass, and scraped her belly along the floor, but she was tied quite tightly. There would be no escape for her. Now she questioned the wisdom of her acts. She had intended to merely provoke Hamilton, then present him with her blackmail demands, but he had turned the tables on her. Now she was a helpless, gibbering captive. She didn't know what Hamilton would do next!

  CHAPTER NINE

  Hamilton ranted on, looking more insane by the minute. Sue was sorry she had ever started up with him. She should have been a better judge of human nature. She knew that he wasn't quite all there. Added to this, she barely even knew him, aside from having fucked him a couple of times in the office.

  Hamilton regarded his captive with furious rage. He wanted to punish her, wanted to teach her a lesson for meddling in his affairs. Spanking would be too good for this bitch. He had to do something that would teach her who was boss once and for all. He rummaged about the room, looking for something to fire his imagination. As he stormed about, opening and shutting drawers, he came upon an unused enema bottle, from the time he had been constipated. As soon as he saw the ugly thing, he was brilliantly inspired. He seized the plastic bottle, and held it up to the light. It was one of those little Fleet enema bottles. It was a small plastic squeeze bottle, with a long plastic nozzle attached. It was even wrapped in sanitary foil. He ripped off the covering, and held the bottle right in front of Sue Carson.

  "See this? Do you know what this is?" he said horribly, trying his best to imitate Peter Loire, although not doing a very good job of it.

  "Mmmggghhh!" screamed Sue, through her bitter tasting gag. This was the most disgusting thing that had ever happened to her. Hamilton had to be out of his mind!

  Hamilton inspected Sue Carson's exposed, protruding vagina. He spread the lips of her pussy with his fingers, the pussy that was artificially protuberant because of the unnatural position she found herself in. Her cunt was moist, red, and hairy, just the way he liked them. She had lusciously long legs, and the way they were tied enhanced the smooth musculature of her slim thighs. For a second, he played with her cunt, then he jammed the nozzle of the enema tube into her gash. Sue screamed and writhed. Hamilton chuckled, then he withdrew the nozzle and let the tip rest lightly against her ass. The puckered asshole twitched with fear. Sue did her best to keep the thing out of her rear. She clenched her muscles as tight as she could make them, but it still did not good. Slowly and surely, like Horatio Alger, Hamilton fed the long plastic tube up Sue Carson's defenseless asshole.

  Sue felt completely humiliated. She was ashamed of herself. How had she gotten herself into this ignonomous position? She felt like an idiot, like something out of a bad movie.

  Hamilton leaned in closely, peering right up Sue Carson's ass. The nozzle was all the way up her rear, and she was squirming less and less with each passing second. Wow, quickly thought Sue, Hamilton's latent misobynism is really showing through.

  She took her humiliation quietly, as Hamilton squirted the entire pint of fluid right up her ass. She tensed all her muscles, then she relaxed. It felt very relaxing. She was transported back to her youth, when she had gotten an enema from her family doctor. Her stomach was now distended, as Hamilton squeezed in the full pint of the salty fluid. She started to writhe again. Her intestines were churning. She felt like she had to go to the bathroom right this second, or she would shit all over the floor. Her entire body twitched with panic.

  "How do you like that?" guffawed Hamilton, "Feeling a little bit uncomfortable, hey?"

  Susan would have screamed, but her mouth was too full of the wet rag. She was getting terribly uncomfortable. The warm fluid in her ass was starting to build up pressure. She had to shit, and fast. Surely Hamilton didn't intend to... to... Suddenly Sue went wild. She strained against the ropes, bucking and jerking for all she was worth. It was hard enough to keep the fluid in her ass, but now she was faced with the spectre of Hamilton Burns, staring right at her and making the most deranged faces she had ever seen. Not only that, but he went over to the sink and started to refill the enema bottle, with warm, soapy water!

  "Eeeeee!" roared Sue. She tried to squirm out of the way, but Hamilton was getting closer and closer. He again jammed the nozzle up her ass. By this time, the vaseline coating had worn off the tube, so it was terribly painful and rough. Goddamn that son of a bitch, thought Susan. She would get back at that lousy bastard if it were the last thing she ever did in her life. Her insides felt like they were going to burst. She was seething inside, and burning
with rage and humiliation on the outside. That bastard, that prick!!!

  In a few seconds, Hamilton had emptied the contents of the second bottle of fluid into her bowels. She gritted her teeth. She was loosing every ounce of her willpower to avoid shitting all over the floor. Any second now, she would lose control of herself, and ugh! The consequences were too disgusting for her to think about.

  She was screaming, pleading with Hamilton to let her go, but the only sounds that came out of her mouth were muffled gasps. His gag was crude, yet effective.

  Hamilton was still guffawing. His eyes gleamed like he was crazy, and he was holding his sides with laughter. Sue groaned in agony. She didn't want to shit all over his floor, not in this horrible position.

  "Maybe this will teach you to mind your own business," said Hamilton. Suddenly he was quite calm and collected, like a manic-depressive who had just crossed over from one state to another. He stood in front of her, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and callously regarded her nude body. He could tell that she was struggling. Her face was contorted in a horrible grimace, and she was doing her damndest to keep control of her bowels.

  "Alright, little lady, I see you've had enough. Would you perhaps like me to unfasten those nasty ropes?" he said, in a voice of mock authority.

  "Mmmmmph!" moaned Sue Carson, shaking her full rounded ass affirmatively. It was about the only part of her body that was not immobile.

  "Getting a little hot under the collar? Hmmm?" said Hamilton. He scratched his chin and paced the floor in front of the girl. She stared at him, her eyes full of despair.

  "Alrighty, then. Ill just loosen this tight little sash a little bit. Well see how good you are at Houdini stunts. You have about half a minute to get free, or I'll lighten that rope up again, and you'll have to suffer the consequences of that!" he said.

  He bent over and took out one knot from the tightly tied bathrobe sash. Sue immediately was able to get one hand free. She scrabbled at the rest of the knots, managing to free one leg. Hamilton stared at his wristwatch. "Time's almost up," he said happily. Sue was in a panic. She didn't want to get tied up again. She could feel the soapy water churning in her guts, churning away, working at her insides. She knew that the time was now or never. She struggled up to one leg. Her breasts were all askew, held at a crazy angle by the way she was tied. She hopped grotesquely over to the bathtub, and heaved herself over the side. Hamilton followed her, flicking at her buttocks with a rolled up towel. Sue Carson gave a little yelp of pain whenever the towel stung her golden flesh. Her ass was starting to redden, and her body jerked in involuntary spasms of pain. Her stomach felt like it was going to burst.