He knew she didn't know how painstakingly he'd glued the vase back together after he intentionally broke it the other day. He was just glad that it had finally broken again. Now he could put his plan into place. He arranged his face in what he thought was a look of disappointment.
"You know, I work really hard to make this a nice home for us." he said to her.
"I know, Daddy, I didn't mean to break it. I'm sorry." she said.
"This means you'll have to be punished, Sarah, I can't let you get away with treating things so carelessly." He could see her lower lip quiver slightly, tears forming in her eyes.
"Awww...honey." He touched her face, stroking it softly. "I just can't, honey, you have to learn your lesson."
He continued to stroke her face, rubbing his hand slowly down her cheek. His fingers smoothed over her lips, his thumb slowly peeling her lower lip down. She looked at him, saw a slight smile on his face and hoped he might forgive her. His thumb pulled at her lower lip, moving sideways past the outer surface. He pushed his thumb in towards her teeth, gently urging her mouth open.
"Lick my thumb, honey." She parted her lips slightly, lightly licking his thumb. He pushed it past her teeth, into the warmth of her mouth, gently allowing her lips to tug outward as he moved it rhythmically in and out.
"I know you want to be a good girl, honey, I know you want to make me happy." he said softly as he moved his thumb in and out of her mouth, moving deeper into the soft wet snugness. She stared up at him, surprised that he was being so gentle, surprised that he was doing this at all.
"Now suck it a little...that's right." he said.
His thumb moved more quickly now as he finger fucked her mouth, her eyes widening as he pushed in and out.
"You're going to have to make amends honey. You know it." he said slowly and evenly. "Now what I want you to do now is unbutton your top button." He took his thumb from her mouth and looked down at her well formed young breasts, the nipples showing hard against her thin white blouse.
"But Daddy..." she said, alarmed.
"But Daddy nothing. You take your punishment like a big girl, Sarah. Unbutton the top button." he demanded.
He looked down as her hands slowly unbuttoned the top button, exposing her bra, but little else.
"Take my hand and let me feel your breasts." he said.
"Daddy!" she exclaimed.
"Do as I tell you, Sarah. You don't want to be disobedient, now, do you?"
His look told her that she'd better do as he said. She took his right hand and formed it over her left breast. He held it passively against her.
"Now move it around so I can feel your other breast."
She moved his hand, from one breast to the other.
"Now open your shirt all the way, Sarah. I have to see your breasts, I want to see your nipples."
Her face went a bright shade of crimson, she'd never expected her father to talk to her this way. She looked down to finish unbuttoning her blouse and saw her nipples were erect and hard. She could feel them tingling and then noticed the tingling between her legs. He noticed her hard nipples too. He felt his cock surging to even greater hardness.
"Now take your bra off" He said, turning from her and walking away. He moved towards the desk. She did as she was told, fearing this new side of her father, but knowing that his temper was nothing to be trifled with. He took two heavy duty spring loaded binder clips from the desk. They were black, and designed to hold large sheafs of paper.
He walked back to her, this time standing in back of her, and said "This is part of your punishment, Sarah. I'm not going to spank you anymore." He reached around her, letting his body get close to hers, feeling her warmth against his now very hard cock. He took her breast, held the hard nipple in his fingers and slowly attached the clip to her nipple. She struggled in pain but he held her tightly in his arms, allowing her struggling to stimulate his cock even more. She cried out in pain as the clip closed tightly over her nipple.
"Sarah! You keep still!" He demanded, reaching for her other breast, his tone menacing.
Sarah tried hard to stifle her cries, she could feel him against her rump, something hard rubbing across her bottom. He attached the other clip to her nipple and she cried out again, struggling against him, but it was in vain. He held her too tightly.
"There now. That's not that bad, Sarah. See? The pain is already going away." he said moving around in front of her. "You're a very good girl to do what Daddy wants, Sarah. You are taking your punishment like a big girl. But we're not done yet, honey. Now I want you to take off your pants."
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She thought that maybe he was going to spank her after all. There'd been other spankings. She didn't like them but they usually didn't last too long.
"SARAH!" he yelled at her...waking her up from her reverie. "TAKE your pants off NOW!" he threatened.
She undid the button of her tight jeans and unzipped the zipper as he took a step back from her. He watched as she shimmied out of them and let them slide to the floor, and she stood in her underwear.
"Now step out of those, honey." He said, trying not to leer at his beautiful 18 yr old daughter standing nearly naked in front of him. The clips at her nipples jiggled with her movements. But like he said, they didn't seem to hurt so much now. In fact, they sort of increased the tingle between her legs.
She stood in the living room in nothing but her underpants and nipple clips and he sat down on the couch, his full blown hard-on sticking straight out of his sweat pants. He didn't try to hide it, and he knew she could see it. It made him proud to be able to get so hard so unself-consciously in front of his daughter. He knew things were going to get even better soon. She was being her usual compliant self. He was going to get what he wanted today.
"Now take your underpants off, Sarah." he said softly, feeling a charge of energy course through his cock, but no sense of urgency.
"Daddy...I...I ...I don't want to." shhe whimpered, almost crying.
She really was making this too good, he thought.
"But honey. You did something wrong. You have to take your punishment." he said.
"How is this punishment, Daddy? All I did was break a vase." she whispered.
"This is showing me that you are sorry you did it and you will always try to be obedient. You want to be obedient, don't you, Sarah?" he said.
"Yes Daddy, but..."
He cut her off . "No buts about it, Sarah, either you are obedient or you aren't. Sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do. Now take your underpants off. Step out of them, and move over to the chair there."
He'd placed a camera at the back of the recliner earlier, aiming it up to where she would stand. He watched as her underpants hit the floor and she moved over to the chair. He really must have her shave her pussy for him soon. His dick stiffened more as he thought of THAT episode to plan. He stood up and got in front of her again.
"Put your foot on the arm of the chair there, Sarah." She lifted her leg and balanced against the chair spreading her legs wide. He could smell her funk.
"Now take your hand and put it down there. See if you are wet." He said evenly.
Sarah was shocked, but couldn't resist the calm voice of her father and the tingling betweeen her legs was getting so strong. She put her hand down towards her cunt, and felt it lightly. To her surprise, she was wet. She pulled her hand up towards her nose and smelled. Her father was delighted.
"Do you like it, Sarah? Let me smell too." He took her hand in his and smelled her fingers.
"Mmmm...that's not enough. You'd better check again." he said, feeling the blood flowing in his ears, his heart pounding, his cock throbbing.
She put her hand down to her cunt again, and he took hold of it. Gently he guided her hand down to the opening of her vagina. He rubbed her hand softly against her lips. He tried to keep her hand from penetrating her labia, but close enough to the opening to get some of her juices on her fingers. He pulled it up again for her to smell. She took a whiff, then he. He put her fingers near her mouth and said "Now lick." She did, her tongue coming out of her mouth, slowly running along the tip of her fingers.
He said "Now share." and he slowly guided her hand to his mouth, where he took all four fingers into his mouth and sucked strongly, staring into her eyes all the while. Her eyes went wide. All sign of resistance disappeared. She was his.
"I want you to take my hand now Sarah, and put it between your legs. I want you to rub it against you, going up and down and in circles, however you like it. Okay?"
She took his hand as he gave her his middle finger, and she put it between her legs. He tried not to guide it and let her lead him. She gasped when his finger rubbed gently against her labia.
"Let it go in there, Sarah, reach deeper." he encouraged her.
Hey eyes got large as she moved his finger between her lips. She could feel the wetness from her cunt wash over his hand. She rubbed his finger back and forth against her clit, up and down, her body swaying gently back and forth.
He reached past her, and turned on the remote. He knew that camera was aimed perfectly when he saw her hand guiding his finger across her open cunt, and he watched on the screen as his daughter pleasured herself with his hand. She rubbed his hand across her clit, working circles and squares around it, rubbing along side it, dipping every once in a while to her cunt to pick up more juice.
"Now it's time to go in, Sarah. Let me show you. Hold my wrist like you've been doing and I'll show you." he took control of his movements again, and slowly moved his hand closer to her vagina. He gently and slowly inserted two fingers shallowly into her cunt and stopped moving. She moaned.
"You do it now, honey. Fuck yourself with my hand." She moaned again, and moved his hand in and out of her cunt, first slowly, but gradually going faster and deeper inside. The camera angle was perfect and it was like watching someone else finger fuck a glimmering wet cunt. The thought that it was his daughter made him flush with excitement and knowing it was his hand made him even harder.
Sarah ground his hand into her cunt...pounding it ever harder and faster inside. Her face was flush and her body swayed with every thrust upward into her hungry cunt. The nipple clips were bouncing and her father knelt down to get a better view of her dripping cunt. She forced his hand deeper and deeper inside, faster and harder. Her breath was becoming ragged and there was a bead of sweat forming on her upper lip. He watched her face as he saw his daughter get closer and closer to climax, wondering if this was really her first time. Just when he felt sure she was close, he reached up and grabbed one of the nipple clips and pulled it off. The resulting rush of sensation tore his daughter apart and she came violently into his hand. She rocked and swayed and hammered his hand into her cunt, throwing her head back and screaming in release.
Over and over again, she came in fits of cum running down his arm now. He goaded her on, telling her "Fuck yourself, Sarah, pound it into your cunt, fuck yourself! Come for me baby. Oh god, come!"
Finally she was spent but she kept his hand in her cunt and until he could feel the spasms subside. He released himself from her grasp and got up as she leaned over the back of the recliner. He turned the camera off. This went far better than he had imagined, he knew he wouldn't last 1 minute watching the video again, thats how hot it was. He turned the computer screen off. He knew that he needed to take care of his enormously throbbing cock and he gently steered his daughter into the recliner. She looked like she would be asleep in just a moment. With a last look around the room to make sure it was secure, he walked into the bathroom to jerk off."I can't believe I spend all that money for a private girl's school for you and you bring home bad grades!" His voiced was raised slightly in exasperation.
"But Daddy! It's only one B+! Otherwise it's straight A's! And I told you, I don't understand that chemistry teacher! Mr. Donaldson is such a grump!" She sat down in the kitchen chair, pouting like a small child.
Sarah had tears in her eyes. She truly did not want to disappoint her father. He was very kind to her most of the time and he let her do almost anything she wanted. She knew he didn't ask much from her, but he expected good grades. He'd made that clear before.
"He may be a grump, Sarah, but that doesn't matter. I told you I would pay for a private tutor. But you said you had it under control...you led me to believe that you would get an A."
He set the report card down on the kitchen table. The apartment was neat, Sarah made sure to keep it picked up. There was no clutter, not a piece of mail or other item out of place. He liked it this way. He'd made that clear before too. An inkling of an idea went through his mind. "Maybe it would work." he thought to himself. "But whatever happens, she must learn that bad grades are unacceptable."
"I thought I was going to get an A on the final test. I missed an A by two questions. That's all, Daddy."
Sarah was miserable. She knew she had worked as hard as she could and tried her best. It was unfair for Daddy to be angry about this.
"Sarah, you let me down." he paused to let that sink in. She looked down at her lap and didn't move.
"You must show me that you are going to work harder next semester. Less than an A is unacceptable." he said quietly.
"I will Daddy. I promise." she said.
"You must make this up. You will ask Mr. Donaldson if you can retake the test, and you will make it up to me. After all, I work very hard to keep you in that school."
He watched her eyes to see how she would take this last part. He knew from the change in her expression that she understood what he meant. First he saw surprise flicker to fear in her eyes, then submission. That was what he wanted. She really was a very good girl.
"I need to make a phone call. And it's almost bedtime for you. Go get in the shower and we will talk again in a bit." he said. She got up to obey slowly.
"I'm sorry Daddy, honest. I'll do better next semester, I promise!" He could see that flicker of fear again. Good.
He put the phone down and listened for the sound of the shower. It hadn't taken long to make arrangements for later and Sarah was still splashing around in the bathroom. He went to the hall closet and got a new razor from his kit. Then he quietly opened the bathroom door and sat on the toilet.
"Sarah?" he said. He could see her startle in the shower.
"Daddy! Get out!" The moment she said it she was sorry. She knew better than to talk like that to her father.
"I will not get out, Sarah. Turn off the water." he said demandingly. He reached over for a towel, as the sound of the water slowly flowing down the drain ended. He pulled the shower curtain back and saw his 18 year old daughter dripping wet, water running down her sweet young face to her breasts and drops falling from her pert nipples and down her longs legs. She was stunning, even with her warm blonde hair all wet and stringy. She tried to cover herself with her arms and hands and he smiled.
"Sarah...I told you that you will make up for those poor grades, didn't I?" he asked.
"Yes Daddy." She couldn't look at him. She dreaded what she thought would happen next. Or did she? She could feel that tingling between her legs again. She liked it. She wanted to have Daddy leave now so she could start the shower again and take care of it. Now that she knew how. Daddy had seen to that.
"Put your arms at your side, Sarah." he commanded. She did as told and he admired her beautiful round breasts, the nipples standing at attention from the cold. With goosebumps forming on her arms and legs, she began to shiver. He ignored it but was fascinated by how much harder her nipples were getting moment by moment. They formed little nobs on her breasts. Her pubic hair, that small triangle of hair dipping between her thighs, was dark and matted. He felt his cock stir longingly.
"We are going to shave your pussy tonight. We will keep it shaved from now on. I will need to inspect you while we do it each week on Friday evening. Do you understand?" he demanded.
She nodded. "Shave my pussy? Why do that?" she wondered.
"I didn't hear you. Do you understand?" he demanded again.
"Yes Daddy" she whimpered.
She took the towel he offered and wiped herself mostly dry.
"Now I want you to go into the kitchen. Lie down on the table, we'll work in there."
She looked wonderingly at him. "What could he be thinking? Lie down on the kitchen table? Would it even hold her weight?" she thought to herself.
She saw him grab the razor from the counter. He followed her from the bathroom admiring her naked ass, the lithe muscles of her back, the long blonde hair, still dripping from the shower. He longed to hold her ass in his hands, hold her warm body against him, feeling the soft compliant flesh give when he squeezed.
She entered the kitchen and saw his two cameras, lights and a monitor there. He set the razor on the counter. That was when she saw the electric hair clippers that she used to shave his neck hair. She knew there was something wrong with them because they vibrated violently in her hand when she used them to keep Daddy's haircut neat.
Along side the clippers was an old fashioned straight razor, and a very large, very shiny chrome knife. The blade looked like it was VERY sharp and the wide handle was wrapped with what looked like leather with a many stringed flail on the end. She was suddenly filled with dread. She knew that he was an amateur film maker. He'd even won an award for a documentary that he'd make about local historical locations.
"What does he want with those blades? Is he going to hurt me? And he's going to film this?" she thought, "He's going to record this and show it to people? How could he?"
A soft pile of blankets and comforters waited on the table, with a pillow at one end and two chairs at the other. She gingerly climbed on the table, well aware that her father was watching every move. Her cheeks spread as she got up. He felt his cock twitch when he saw her puckered anus. Her breasts hung from her, swaying gently as she knelt on her hands and knees, trying to fit into the nest he'd made for her.
She lied down in the blankets and he slid her to the end so her feet would rest on the two chairs, her legs slightly apart, her cunt close to the edge of the table. He looked admiringly at her her round breasts again. The aureoles were small and dark. Her nipples were soft now, and she lied tensely in front of her father. He reached for one breast, flicked her nipple until it hardened, smiling at her. When he thought it was right, he brought the binder clip up to her nipple. He knew that if he placed it very near the end of her nipple, it would hurt her. He closed it slowly, not too close to the end.
"No Daddy! That hurts! Please don't" she cried, remembering the pain from last time. She tried to push his hands away. This was a mistake.
"You lie there and be obedient!" he said slowly through gritted teeth. "This is your punishment for bad grades! You KNOW that!" He glared at her.
She ceased, inwardly cringing from his anger. She knew better than to make him angry. The pain of the clip closing on her nipple was intense at first but then like before, it subsided, and she noticed again how it made the tingling in her cunt increase. She felt like she must be very wet down there.
He let the pain from the nipple clip decrease only a bit before he brought the other one to her breast. This time he attached it closer to the end of her nipple. She shuddered from the pain, a spasm going through out her body and ending in her clit. She was breathing heavy now. A slight sheen of perspiration emerging on her face.
The door bell rang.
"Spread your legs for me, Sarah." he said softly, regaining his composure. He knew that she would be more compliant if he was calm. She opened her legs hesitantly.
"More, honey. We don't want the razor to slip, now do we?" he said, trying to hide his delight at that thought. "Leave them open while I let our guest in."
"Oh my god! He's letting someone in?! How could he do this to me?" she screamed inwardly.A handsome man entered the kitchen with her father. He was about the same age as her father but he looked very athletic. Gray hair appeared to be creeping from his temples, but she could see that he kept himself in shape, his chest muscles showing through the thin material of his T shirt. She could see that his nipples were hard beneath the shirt. Her clit tingled even more now. She wanted to squeeze her legs together to work it some, make the tingling go away, but she dared not. He stared at her twat, fully open to him. A smile crossed his face.
"Sarah, this is Mr. Morgan, your private tutor. Say hello and welcome to him. And spread your legs wider. Give him the full view." her father said.
She didn't move, afraid and overwhelmed.
"I said tell our guest that he's welcome, Sarah. You know your manners." he said menacingly.
"Hello and welcome Mr. Morgan." she said, falling back on the manners he had taught her. She was getting cold, her nipples ached yet tingled, the sight of him looking at her caused her clit to rage to a throbbing fullness.
"Well cum indeed, there Sarah." he said chuckling. "Does she need to be tied up?" he asked.
"No...she will keep her hands at her sides, won't she, Sarah?" Daddy said.
She nodded, completely terrified now.
"I see everything else is ready." Mr. Morgan said looking around at the cameras and implements on the counter. Her father gave a few taps on his laptop, adjusted the camera angles and a split screen view of Sarah's cunt appeared on the monitor, one in extreme close up. She gaped at it, never having seen a cunt before. Her labia was swollen and mostly closed but at the opening to her vagina she could see the inner labia was wet and glistening. Her clit was throbbing now. She couldn't take her eyes off herself.
Mr. Morgan began taking off his clothes. That drew her attention. He pulled off his shirt, and his pectoral muscles were sculpted, his biceps and lower arms were well developed and his stomach was taut. He undid his belt and took off his jeans. His cock was already hard and it sprang from his pants. Sarah had never seen a penis before. She was surprised at how large it was, how smooth the mushroom shaped head of his cock looked. She could see the glistening of his pre-cum on it. She was half afraid of getting raped by this man, and half wanting it.
"Ready now?" her father said.
"Whenever you are." Mr. Morgan said.
Her father said "Rolling" then gave a countdown like Sarah had seen on TV. Mr. Morgan picked up the shiny knife, her father panning the camera as he moved.
"You are going to get a private tutoring now. Get it? Private?" he chuckled again. "For the purposes of this lesson, your name is now Cunt and you will be unfailingly obedient and follow every direction immediately. Understood?" Mr. Morgan said, with the same menacing tone that her father used. Sarah was even more afraid. She nodded, looking at his knife.
He took the chromed knife and brought it to her face showing it to her. He gently ran the unsharpened back of the blade across her forehead, around each eye then down her cheeks. Sarah's eyes were riveted on his. She could feel the tip of the knife scratching her face slightly. She thought sure she would be scarred, not knowing it was the other side to her skin.
He let the flat side of the knife follow the shape of her neck, and down her shoulders. She shuddered when he flicked the nipple clips noisily, back and forth. The pain shot through her each time, and it always seemed to end in her clit. He went from clip to clip and back again, lingering on her nipples for a minute or more. She'd never felt this way before. She felt like she would burst with desire, but she was terrified of this man.
"You're doing very well, Cunt." he snarled. "Your nipples are getting a good work out here." He continued to flick them, causing her to begin writhing in painful desire.
He picked the knife up and stopped.
"Now you're getting too hot, Cunt. We'll have to fix that." Mr. Morgan said.
The knife went lower. It trailed across her belly, following the contours of her tummy. Before she could even notice it, he flipped the knife in his hand and hit her HARD on her inner thigh, just below her pussy with the flail end. She cried out and looked up. She caught the split screen focused on her face and a close up of her snatch. She could see the redness forming already on her thigh.
He hit her again, on the other thigh, closer to her cunt. She screamed again.
"Oh no...this won't do at all Cunt. You will take your lesson without screaming. Now turn over. Show me your ass."
He grabbed her at the waist and effortlessly lifted her and flipped her over, forcing her legs to take her weight on the floor. When she was on both her feet he raised his hand and slapped her ass hard. She heard and felt the smack and cried out.
"Daddy, please don't do this, please, Daddy, don't hit me, please, please." Sarah remembered other times she'd had spankings. She couldn't believe her father was allowing this man to do this to her.
She turned around to look at her father and saw the bright red outline of Mr. Morgan's hand on her cheek in the close up on the monitor. Her father leered at the scene. Mr. Morgan slapped her other cheek just then. She began crying. He reached his hand around her and began to finger her clit, rubbing slowly and gently, bringing that throbbing organ back to life while he softly stroked her reddening cheek.
"Shh there, now, my tight little Cunt. Daddy's not going to hurt you anymore. There there, that feels better, right?" he whispered in her ear.
His fingers swirled around her clit and she stopped crying and began to pump her pelvis against his hand in rhythm with his movements. His pelvis met her rhythm and they pumped each other, slowly at first, but then the rhythm became faster. His cock was fit snugly in her ass cheeks, and he lifted her shoulders up so he could reach her breast with his other hand.
"There now, that feels better, doesn't it, my little Cunt. You like it when Daddy puts his hands on your clit, don't you? Yeah, you LIKE your clit to get fingered, don't you, little Cunt?"
His fingers found the clip and he pulled it suddenly off her nipple. She reared back in sudden pain and his fingers drove deep in her cunt at that very second. He drove his pelvis into her buttocks and forced her head down again as she writhed in agony and desire, cum spilling from her cunt.
Mr. Morgan didn't want it to end now though so he pulled his fingers from her cunt forcefully and stood away from her, letting her slowly calm down.
"I think she's ready now" he said mocking her.
She moaned in desperation, needing to be released, needing something moving inside her, needing to be fucked. She knew that now.
After more than a minute, when Sarah's breathing was calm, Mr. Morgan told her to turn over again, and he put the chairs up so her feet could rest on them. He took the electric clippers and turned them on. The loud whine of them turning on and warming up thrilled him. He got his face right up close to Sarah's cunt, and began shaving her pubic hair off. The cameras moved around him to capture the thirsting look on his face and the clippers slowly scraping the hair off her skin. She looked at the monitor, seeing the reddened intersecting lines of the flail marks making arrows pointing to her cunt.
She could feel the low vibration of the clippers. It made her squirm. She raised her head and saw him so close she could feel his breath on her. His tongue was out, he flicked it up and down slowly. She saw in the monitors her pubic hair falling to the floor, and his tongue so tantalizingly close. She couldn't help it, her pelvis began rocking, pumping towards him, lifting her ass off the table. He kept the clippers in contact with her mons, moving in time to her pumping.
"Be careful, now Cunt, we don't want to have you get cut. Spread your legs. Spread them so Daddy can see into your beautiful pussy. Spread them wide, Cunt." His sing songy voice was soothing and she began to relax and notice the vibrations of the clippers even more. He clicked to the second setting on them and the vibration increased. He brought them down towards the opening of her vagina and began clipping the hair off there. The stronger vibrations were even better here.
Sarah sighed. She gave up then and decided to not fight anymore.
"There." he said, lifting the clippers away after a moment more. "I think we're done with another masterpiece. Take a look, Cunt."
The camera came in for a close up and she could see that he'd left a heart shaped tuft of hair right above her slit. The rest of her pubic area was free of hair. Sarah could still see the red marks made by the flailing on both inner thighs.
"All in all," she thought, "it looks kinda good. Makes my pussy look like a 7 year old's."
Mr. Morgan turned from the table while she looked at his work. She saw her father looking at her lustfully. His penis was bulging out of his sweatpants, and he rubbed it lightly with one hand while he worked the camera. She knew that he no longer saw his daughter, but a piece of fuck for him. And that realization didn't bother her any longer.
Mr. Morgan turned back to her, with the knife in his hand again. But this time, the knife end had been removed and the head of a penis had been fastened to the handle. He sat on the chair between her legs again, the camera moved closer and she saw the knife handle move closer to her cunt.
"Spread your legs wide, little Cunt. We're just going to take this here dildo and see what it can do to you, okay? Want me to put this dildo in you? Would you like that?" He said teasingly. She knew there was no reason to answer... it didn't matter what she wanted, although she wanted it very badly.
He put it against her labia, already wet, and it slowly entered her. He pushed it very gently past her inner lips and she let out a little moan. He pulled it just as gently out.
"Now you see here, my little Cunt, when you use a dildo, you want to start slow. Put it just inside your cunt, and let it stay there a little bit, then pull it out. Do that five times, then push it in just a little further and do it again, huh? You like that Cunt? Does it feel good? Does that feel good inside you?" Mr. Morgan whispered to her slowly moving the dildo into her.
She couldn't believe it but it was the best feeling she'd ever had. The dildo moved slowly and gently in and out of her cunt, stretching her lips each time. Each time resting for a moment at the end of it's range. Like he said he would, the penetrations were in sets of five, and each set went a little deeper into her vagina. Her hips began to rise to meet each soft thrust of the dildo. She could feel the fullness in her cunt and wanted to make this continue. He angled the dildo upwards a bit, rubbing the ridged head of the dildo against her G-spot. The wrappings of the handle of the knife were ridged too and the sensation of that was delicious as he moved deeper and deeper into her.
He softly pulled the dildo out after only inserting it halfway into her cunt.
"Now we get to the fireworks, little Cunt of mine. You are my little Cunt, aren't you? Tell me you are my little Cunt." he asked. She could see the desire on his face, the look of lust in his eyes.
"Yes I am. I am your little Cunt." she whispered, spreading her legs wider. She desired him in return, wanting him to finish her, needing him to put his big hard cock deep inside her.
"Then I am going to give you the dildo. You finish yourself off while I watch. You do what I taught you, okay, Cunt? You go slow and enjoy this. Consider this your final test for this private lesson. Okay? I'll be grading you." he put his hand on his cock and began slowly stroking it.
She took the dildo from him, saw her hand holding it in the monitor, saw the expression on her face, she looked zoned out, distant, as if she had just awakened. Daddy's sweat pants were down around his feet, his long but skinny hard cock in his hand. She brought the dildo close to her nose, smelled it deeply, then licked it, her tongue gliding along the ridged shaft, leaving a wet trail of saliva on all sides. She caught the surprised but pleased glance they gave each other and watched Mr. Morgan and her father work theirs cocks a little faster. She put the dildo down near her cunt and slowly pushed it inside. It glided smoothly, deeper than she expected. The ridges of the shaft felt incredible and she lingered inside only a moment before she pushed it deeper than Mr. Morgan had before. She watched the monitor. She liked watching it go inside of her, seeing it glisten in the lights.
The fullness in her cunt, the depth of the dildo, the sight of the two men stroking their hard cocks, the images in the monitor, it was all more than she could take. She began pulling and tugging at her nipple clip, the sensation now no longer pain, it enhanced the fucking she gave herself with the dildo. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper she pumped. The close up view on the monitor showed the shaft of the dildo deep inside her, the flails swinging with the rhythmic thrusting. She loved the feeling at the depth of her cunt when the head of the dildo pushed against her back wall. In and out, her pelvis rising with each stroke, her breath coming ragged now, she fucked herself harder and harder. She pounded the dildo into her cunt, and in a flash, she orgasmed hard. She pulled the clip off her nipple and screamed. Her toes curled, her pussy dripped, her cunt spasmed and then she felt her cum spewing out over her hand. It seemed that it would not stop. She came over and over.
She looked up and saw her father come first, long strings of cum exploding from his cock, a weird grimace on his face, his moans in rhythm with the pumping of his pelvis, his hand pulling and tugging at his shaft. Mr. Morgan came right after. He was pumping himself hard, wrapping one hand around his big dick and his other hand reaching below the scrotum, pressing into an unseen spot to prolong his orgasm. His cock shot cum out several times, in great spasms of ecstasy. Both men were leering at her, smiling in orgasmic joy.
All three were gasping from the release, their breathing hard, but slowing. She saw her father stumbling to turn off both cameras and felt the heat of the lights fade when he turned them off too.
Sarah laid her head back, completely satisfied and smiled. She knew that she'd passed the test.The moment he heard them giggling in the bathroom, he knew he could put his plan in place. He got out his laptop and fired it up. Sarah had told him she would bring a friend home from the private girl's school she attended. She had told him a little about her. She said that Rachel was being taken care of by her aunt and uncle, and that she would inherit a nice sum of money when she was 21. He was glad that his daughter was making friends, he was concerned that he kept her too sheltered. He heard them laugh again and wondered what they were doing in there.
He put an angry look on his face and opened the door without knocking. What he saw was completely unexpected. The two girls were playing with makeup. Rachel's eye shadow fanned across her eyelids in glittering shades of color, from yellow to green to blue. "It makes her the look like a peacock," he thought, "or some way out pop diva, ready for the stage."
Sarah's makeup was too bright, too much blush, too much lipstick, her eyeliner was too dark, her eyelashes too heavy.
"Your such a beautiful girl, Sarah, you don't need any make up at all. Take that off now." he said it without thinking but he wasn't sorry he had.
"Oh Daddy, we're just fooling around. This is Rachel, Daddy, I told you about her." Sarah laughed brightly.
Rachel was about to say hello but he cut her off.
"Sarah, come out here now." he said sternly and walked back to the living room. He knew that the tone of his voice would scare her.
Sarah and Rachel followed him out to the laptop sitting on the desk and he flicked it back awake.
"Remember last week when I lent you my laptop? You went looking for porn, didn't you?" he said accusingly.
"No I didn't!" she protested. "I didn't Daddy!"
He said "You weren't looking at porn? Then why is this here?" He clicked the touchpad and brought a website up that showed girl on girl action. A ridiculous animation of a naked girl licking the clit of another girl looped over and over. The girl on the receiving end kept lifting her head and you could make out the she was saying "oh fuck" while the looping action went on.
Lick, lick, lick, oh fuck, Lick, lick, lick, oh fuck, Lick, lick, lick, oh fuck. Over and over.
Rachel began smiling and they watched as the main video stopped buffering. Two naked girls were going at it. One used a dildo on the other, while the recipient used a small vibrator on her clit. The speakers were on the they heard the girls talking dirty to each other. "Yeah you like it like that, don't you?" and "Oh fuck me" Sarah saw her father absently stroke his now visibly hardened cock through his dress slacks.
"This is absolutely unacceptable, Sarah. You KNOW I use this laptop for work. It's not even mine!" her father said.
"Daddy, I did not do this." Sarah said evenly.
"Then maybe Rachel did it. You were studying with her, weren't you? You CANNOT get away with this Sarah. You will get punished for this."
Sarah wagged her head back and forth slowly, looking squarely at her father. It took a moment for her to speak.
"I may get punished, Daddy, but so will you. For lying to me."
He could see a sudden determination in her. He'd never seen it before. For once, he wasn't sure that he would get his way.
"I will let Rachel punish me Daddy, because you know I wasn't looking at porn. And your punishment is you won't be allowed to watch. Go set up the cameras and lights, then leave."
Sarah sounded angry. But the realization of what might happen excited him, so he complied. Rachel looked from Sarah to her father, not exactly comprehending what was going on. He left the room, and Sarah explained.
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Sarah sat on the couch and watched as her father stood before her in the living room.
"Take off your shirt, Daddy. Nice and slow." she said.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt without opening it too much, watching her all the time. He was going to like this, he was sure.
"Open it some, Daddy, I want to see your nipples." Sarah had a new tone of voice, a new assurance that he had never seen before.
He opened his shirt wide. Because of his desk job, he wasn't well muscled like Mr. Morgan, but he was slim, and there wasn't much fat around his belly. His nipples were getting hard and she could see the bulge of his hardening penis in his pants.
She stood up, and approached him. She raised her hand and touched her father's chest, felt the light hairiness between his breasts, and began to feel his nipples, making sure they were hard. She took a binder clip from her jeans pocket and slowly allowed it to clamp to his nipple.
"OW! That HURTS!" he cringed in pain from her.
"I know, Daddy" she whispered soothingly, "there there, it will get better soon."
She attached the other clip to his other nipple. He immediately felt a surge in his cock. But the pain was intense. He looked down to see that she had put both clips no closer to the end of his nipples than he had ever put one on her.
"Shhh...Daddy, it will be better soon. Shhhh.." She knelt down in front of him and pulled his sweatpants down. His cock sprang out, already hard. She gently lifted each leg from the pants on the floor. He held her head for balance and tried to urge it towards his dick. He knew her mouth would feel incredible holding his cock.
She took his hands and put them at his sides though. Taking a long look at his engorged penis, studying it's length, the folds of his foreskin diminishing before her eyes as it hardened more, the slight droplet of pre-cum emerging, she opened her mouth and made as if to take it in, but then backed off and stood up. Her father slumped visibly, his cock twitched in frustrated anticipation.
"Don't worry Daddy, it'll get better soon." she whispered again, leading him to the couch.
She grabbed the remote and turned the screen on. In just a moment, the screen lighted up and there was Rachel, moving away from the camera towards Sarah, standing in the kitchen, the table prepared with blankets and pillows.
"You have been bad, little cunt. You need to be punished." Rachel said. The acting was terrible, but Rachel's peacock make up looked great on the screen. He was glad to see that Sarah had washed hers off.
"I know, Mistress, I am sorry." Sarah's acting was more believable, "Maybe," he thought, "she's been acting all this time."
"The first things we need are the clamps." Mistress Rachel said. She took one of the binder clips and pressed Sarah's nipple tight and attached it to her. He could see her wince slightly. Mistress Rachel put the other nipple clip on Sarah's other nipple, not bothering to make sure they were hard. Sarah bit her lip and nodded towards something out of view of the camera and Rachel disappeared from view. The zoom on the camera adjusted to a close up view of Sarah's nipple squeezed tightly in the binder clip.
Another sloppy zoom out and Mistress Rachel came back into view.
"You can fix that, right, Daddy?" Sarah asked. He startled, forgetting that she was next to him on the couch.
"Yes, it's just a simple edit." he answered. He looked into her eyes, as if seeing her for the first time.
Her hand reached down and slowly began circling the tip of his penis. His face softened. She moved her hand down the shaft of his cock, touching him very lightly, teasing him with her fingertips.
On screen, Sarah was bent over the table, her bare ass in close up, her anus only slightly exposed between her ass cheeks. Daddy watched as Mistress Rachel began spanking Sarah with a wooden ruler. She smacked Sarah slowly, and then demanded that Sarah begin counting and thanking her for the punishment. The ruler left rectangular red marks across Sarah's bottom.
"Thank you, Mistress, three...thank you Mistress, four..."
Sarah had worked her way down his shaft and found his balls. She gently tugged at the loose skin of his scrotum, pulling it softly up and down back and forth. Back to the base of his member, she wrapped her hand and gently squeezed, not moving at all. More pre-cum dripped out of his penis.
Sarah's ass was red and swollen, and the camera zoomed out again.
"Turn over, cunt. Get on the table and spread your legs." Mistress Rachel snarled at her.
"Yes Mistress." Sarah did as she was told.
Mistress Rachel now took the ruler and held it like a rubber band she would shoot. She thwapped the ruler against Sarah's cunt. Sarah cried out. Thwap again, another cry.
"You will stay quiet cunt, or it will really hurt. Do you understand?" Mistress Rachel hissed, then she disappeared from the screen. The camera zoomed tight on Sarah's cunt already showing red from the abuse.
""Yes Mistress." Sarah's voice sounded a little ragged, she was clearly turned on.
Thwap again with the ruler suddenly in view hitting Sarah's slit. Her lips were red and swollen and the heart shaped tuft of hair above it barely hid the marks the ruler was making. Several more strikes against her twat and Daddy could clearly hear her breathing faster, in short rapid breaths.
For a moment, the screen showed only Sarah's twat, slowly getting redder, a shimmer of wetness near the opening of her vagina. Then a brief moment of obstruction as something moved in front of the camera. A large cucumber came into view then, poised at Sarah's cunt.
"You will count the number of thrusts I give you, cunt. You will make no other sound. Got it?" Mistress Rachel demanded.
"Yes Mistress, thank you." Sarah sounded so close to coming.
She wrapped her hand tightly around his cock just up from where she'd held him before and squeezed again. His cock was completely hard, but since it was so long, she figured she'd be able to squeeze it once more near the top. His hand covered hers and he tried to manipulate hers to stroke him better.
"Nuh uh, Daddy, this is your punishment. Put yours hands down." Sarah said. He complied. She didn't move her hand although now she understood this was what he wanted.
The cucumber slowly disappeared into Sarah's cunt. He could see her inner labia stretched tightly around it, her wetness allowing it to glide into her, Rachel's painted fingernails pushing it deeper inside.
A sudden hard thrust and Sarah moaned out " One."
Slowly the cucumber withdrew. Her lips stretched outward, her naughty juice clinging to it, making it shine.
Sarah's hand now took the shaft of her father's penis and began gliding along it. She stretched the skin back and forth, up and down. Her father moaned. Her fingers found a band of wrinkled skin under the head of his cock and she softly stroked that, stretching it further, increasing his arousal.
The cucumber was moving more swiftly now, forcing it's way into Sarah's cunt. He could see it was soaked in her juice and could hear her breathing coming faster and faster.
"Six...oh Seven!...EIGHT!' she counted. The vegetable fucking suddenly stopped.
A short moment of watching Sarah's cunt twitch, then an even larger bottle appeared in the screen.
"Keep counting, cunt"
Sarah's hand was working faster now, she knew the end was in sight for both of them; on-screen-Sarah AND Daddy. Her other hand found his balls and she started manipulating them too. Her father dropped his head back on the couch but jerked up again when he heard Sarah counting again.
"NINE!...oh TEN!...uuuhhh ELEVEN! ...OH TWELVE!" The bottle rammed into her cunt.
The sound of her voice so clearly excited, so close to the edge, looking down at his daughter's hand on his cock, this was truly more than he could take. Sarah pumped his cock harder and faster now, knowing he was right on the edge too.
"FIFTEEN! OH! SIXTEEN! OH I am cuummmming!" he saw the bottle disappear deep into her cunt, and her body bucking into and out of the frame of the camera. She came violently, her hand reaching for the bottle and fucking herself with it. Cum squirted everywhere.
He could feel every muscle tense, a tingling in his toes, he was gasping for breath, she shoved the bottle inside over and over, fucking herself hard. Sarah reached up and released his nipple clamp and finally he arched his back and came. Great stringy gobs of cum shot from him, over and over. Sarah pumped him and squeezed his balls. He bucked up and down in her hand, spurting cum all over his chest, the couch, her hands.
"Incredible!" He thought. "We really must do this more often!"
Sarah got up and got a towel to clean up and a glass of water to share. He watched her in drowsy satisfaction. When it was all cleaned up she sat down next to him.
"Daddy, I've been thinking. We could make money with that, couldn't we? I mean, I wouldn't have to go to the community college next year. I could go anywhere I want then. And you wouldn't have to work so hard, would you?"
He looked at her with a new feeling inside.
"You know, you really are very beautiful." he said gently.
"Thank you, Daddy." she looked up at him.
"I love you, Sarah." he put his arm around her.
"I love you too, Daddy." She snuggled closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder.