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Daddy’s Little Helper. Ch.2. free porn video
When I wrote the first story, it was meant to be a one-off, but it seems that readers weren’t happy about that and demanded more. So here it is … as requested.
I came in from college a couple of days after our first weekend get together and I could hear daddy on the phone in the living room. I started to creep up the stairs, but I must have made some noise as I heard him calling me. I went back down and into the living room. He was stood on the far side still talking on the phone and he motioned me to wait. Finally, he got to the end of his conversation.
“Ok, Sam, cheers my friend, I’ll look forward to that.”
He put the phone down and looked across at me.
“That was Sam,” he explained, openly adjusting himself inside his trousers, “we were making plans for the weekend. It got me all excited.” He grinned and pulled down the zipper. Then he pointed at me and then at the floor just in front of him. I knew what was expected and walked over and knelt in front of him. I reached inside his trousers and pulled out his rock-hard dick. I’d seen it so many times before, so I knew exactly what to do. I took it in my mouth and began to suck on it.
“That’s daddy’s good girl,” he said with a sigh of pleasure, “we’re going to have another fun weekend, baby girl. I said you could go visit Sam and Ella and sleep over. Won’t that be fun?”
In between trying to catch my breath as my face was forced onto daddy’s cock, I had visions of playtime with Chloe and especially the hunky Josh. I knew I’d have to put up with Sam again, but I could handle that.
“Josh and Chloe are coming to visit us while you go to theirs.”
I managed to pull out, spit dribbling down my chin.
“What?” I asked, horrified.
I was pushed back on his dick as he went on.
“You’ll have fun. Sam and Ella will look after you I’m sure. Sam and I think it’s a good way for the two families to get to know each other. Mmmmm, babe, just like that!”
He began to thrust in and out of my mouth and I knew he was close to cumming. I closed my eyes and got ready to take my fill of his cum. I was expecting him to stay in my mouth but instead he pulled out and sprayed all over my face. Then he took a step back to admire his handiwork.
“You look gorgeous like that, baby girl, now go help your mother get dinner ready.”
And with that I was dismissed. Without even a chance to clean up I was dispatched to the kitchen. As I walked in mum looked at me and laughed. She always seemed to find daddy’s little games amusing. She came over to me and kissed me gently on the mouth before starting to lick the cum off my face.
“I see daddy’s been having fun,” she mocked.
I pushed myself away and walked to the door.
“I’m going to get cleaned up,” I said grumpily. I was not in a good mood.
“But I need help with the dinner,” she pleaded.
“I don’t care,” I said and stormed out.
I threw myself on my bed and quietly seethed with anger. I didn’t mind going to visit them, but it was mum and daddy who were going to get all the fun with Josh and Chloe while I was going to be the sole plaything of Sam and Ella. It just wasn’t fair. I slowly calmed down and gave in to the inevitable. I knew I had no choice. When I was called down to dinner, I quickly washed my face and went down. Daddy and mum sat at either end of the table and neither of them said anything about my display of temper, so I thought it had all been forgiven and forgotten. How wrong I was as I would find out later. The rest of the week passed quickly although I felt myself under more scrutiny than ever, but I brushed the feeling aside.
When the weekend came Ella arrived with Josh and Chloe and dropped them off while I was told to go and sit in the back of their car. I watch as daddy and Ella chatted and then daddy gave her a folded piece of paper and she passed him an envelope. I wondered what was going on. We drove in silence with me hunched in the back seat trying to show I wasn’t happy. We were almost there when Ella pulled into a layby and stopped the car. She picked up the piece of paper that daddy had given and which she’d tossed onto the passenger seat and turned to face me in the back.
“Well, let’s see what your daddy has to say about you,” she said as she slowly unfolded the paper.
She took her time reading whatever was written, occasionally raising her eyebrows, and glancing at me and making tutting noises.
“Well, it looks like young Mary isn’t the angel she likes to think she is,” she said finally, peering at me sternly. “This does not make good reading.”
“W-w-what has he said?” I asked, beginning to get nervous.
“It’s a list of your crimes and misdemeanours from last week. Do you want to hear them?”
I stayed silent.
“Speak when you’re asked a question, slut,” she suddenly shouted.
I was taken aback. I hadn’t had much to do with her the previous weekend, but she seemed at the time to be a nice friendly woman. Now she had my full attention.
“Yes,” I managed to blurt out.
“Yes please, Miss,” she threw back at me.
“Yes … please … Miss,” I said, my voice quiet as a mouse.
She turned back to the paper in her hand. She read what was written as if I was a condemned person, which it seems in many ways I was.
“Tuesday: refused to help her mother prepare dinner. Washed her face without permission. I have no idea what that is about, but I assume you do. However, it is bad enough for your father to include it. Wednesday: refused to do the washing up and forgot to do the shopping. This is not looking too good is it? Shall I go on?”
Please don’t … Miss,” I hastily added at the end. It seemed like I was in trouble already without needing more.
She ignored me. “Thursday: went down on her mother but ‘got bored’ and didn’t give her an orgasm.” She frowned at me as if this were the worst sin imaginable. “Friday: had to force her to let me fuck her. I assume that was your father. This is a bad list Mary.”
“But why did daddy…?” I asked wondering why daddy had given her the list.
“Because Sam and I are expected to punish you. I have given your parents a similar list about Josh and Chloe and I’m sure they’ll be dealt with properly.”
As she turned back around and put the car into gear I quietly shuddered. This weekend was not going to be as much fun as I’d hoped. We drove in silence for another couple of miles before she turned off onto a gravel drive that led to a large converted old farmhouse with a collection of outbuildings. She stopped the car and turned it off before getting out and opening the back door. She grabbed my hold-all and marched round the side of the house.
“Come!” she called back over her shoulder as she disappeared around the corner.
I had no choice but to get out of the car and follow her. The back patio was a suntrap and the smooth decking was warm under my feet. Most of the far side was taken up with a large swing-seat on which reclined Sam, wearing only a pair of shorts. His hairy chest and legs displayed to my benefit. I hesitated on the edge of the deck. Ella had already gone over and was standing next to Sam. My bag had been thrown down next to him and she was giving him my daddy’s list.
“Hello, Mary, lovely to have you visit for the weekend,” said Sam smiling broadly, “I’m sure we’ll have a great time together, don’t you?”
“I’m sure we will, Sir,” I replied, having already worked out my reason for being there.
“Jeez, this sun is hot. You don’t mind if I strip off do you, honey?” interrupted Ella.
“You go right ahead, babe, you know that’s how I like you. Meanwhile, Mary, why don’t you come over here and sit on my knee.”
As I walked over to him with timid steps I watched as Ella pulled her loose dress over her head in one fluid movement. As Sam grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his knee, I was transfixed by the sight of Ella wearing nothing but the tiniest scrap of a bikini bottom I had ever seen. The black triangle was nowhere near large enough to even begin to cover her and was pulled up so tightly that it cut through her pussy making her lips bulge out each side. It made the sight even more obscene than if it hadn’t existed at all. She came and sat next to us, splaying her legs, and showing herself to us.
“You seem a little over-dressed now, little one,” Sam said to me as he began to unbutton my blouse. I knew better than to interfere as he stripped it off me. I’d guessed we would be spending time in the sun, so I’d put my new blue bikini on under my ordinary clothes. Sam immediately groped one of my boobs when he saw what I was wearing.
“Hey, I remember this from last weekend. You look really sexy in it. You wearing the other half as well?” he asked as he made me stand up while he tugged at my shorts.
He had a quick feel between my legs before he pulled me back on to his knee. I could already feel the hard bulge growing in his shorts, a foretaste of what I could expect later. I felt the tie on the back of my bikini top being tugged loose and it was whisked over my head. His rough hand cover my tit and he gripped my nipple and squeezed while Ella began to stroke my thigh. Her hand drifted higher each time and insinuated itself deeper between then. Despite my fears I couldn’t help myself from feeling quite horny and I spread my legs invitingly for her. Her hand pressed into me firmly and she must have felt how moist I was. I glanced up and she was grinning at me. Sam was headed for the same place and his hand slipped inside and stroked my lips. I shivered with excitement.
“Wow, we have one horny little slut here,” he said to Ella, as he pulled out his hand and offered her two slimy fingers. She took them into her mouth eagerly.
“Mmmm, she tastes lovely. I never had the chance to try her out last time.”
“Well, darling, we have all weekend, but first …” and he pushed me suddenly off his lap and I fell to the floor. From a crumpled heap I looked at him, bewildered.
“Much as I want to fuck the little slut,” his voice suddenly all serious, “we have to deal with this first.”
He reached to one side and came up with daddy’s list. He unfolded it carefully and read it slowly. When he’d finished, he looked down and scowled at me.
“This is not good, is it?” he said sternly, and I looked at the floor and shook my head in shame. “Generally disobedient but the last two entries are atrocious behaviour. I’m sure Chloe and Josh would never behave like that.”
“I think the one where she didn’t let Beth cum was the worst. Poor woman! As if ‘I was bored’ is any sort of excuse,” added Ella, clearly quite offended by my behaviour, “shall I fetch the paddle?”
From my heap on the floor I watched as they looked at each other and Sam nodded. Ella stood up and marched across the patio into the house. Through half-closed eyes I watched her nearly naked bottom disappear inside. There was a lull as Sam and I both waited for her return, but when she did so it was not good news for me. She was looking menacing and carrying a large and heavy looking black leather paddle. It made ominous noises as she slapped it against her palm. My bottom quivered in fear.
“Get up here, you little tramp. Get over my knee!”
I felt my hair being tugged and I had no choice but to go where it went. I found myself face down over Sam’s knees, his now fully hardened dick pressing into my side, even through his shorts. I felt the two bows holding up my bikini bottoms tugged undone and it was pulled out from under me, sliding against my wet pussy, arousing me even more. Then I felt a few light taps on my bottom that promised so much more to come, and I tensed up and steeled myself.
The first full whack took me by surprise. I wasn’t a stranger to being punished like this, daddy often resorted to his belt if I was particularly naughty. Even mum would sometimes put me over her knee and spank me. But the paddle that Ella had found was something else.
The second blow sent jolts of lightning juddering through me and I thought my head would explode. It was only Sam’s hands on the small of my back that stopped me from leaping up and running all the way home. I tried to wriggle free, but he was too strong for me.
After the first two there was a pause as I tried to calm down and stopped trying to escape. For a fleeting moment I thought it was all over, but I was wrong. The peace was shattered when the third blow fell, and I yelped loudly. Shit, but this was far worse than I’d expected. Despite the pain I could already feel my juices flowing. Another blow struck and I yelled even more loudly. I tried cursing them but that simply got me another whack, so I shut up after that. I think we got to ten before she finally stopped but I’d given up counting long before that.
When it stopped, I lay over Sam’s knees breathing heavily, convinced my bottom would never be the same again, until I was unceremoniously dumped back on the floor. When I looked up, they were both sat side by side and were smirking.
“That …” said Ella, with added emphasis, “… was for your poor mother. Now, get over here and do what you should have done for her. and this time …” again an emphatic pause, “don’t go getting ‘bored’.”
I knew when I was beaten, both literally and metaphorically, and determined to give her the time of her life. I dragged my battered body to its knees and crawled over to her. she tugged at her miniscule covering forcing it even further between her lips before pulling it to one side. As she spread her legs wide, she exposed her glistening and already aroused pussy. I eagerly dived in.
I was back on familiar ground and knew what was expected of me. In fairness it didn’t take much persuasion as she tasted divine and I savoured every drop of her. As my tongue sought and found her clit my fingers toyed with the rest of her. She was so wet, they slipped inside easily, and I began to pump them in and out. I think my beating must have aroused her as she was already not far off, and her first orgasm came quickly. Trying to do my best I kept going, taking as much of her juice into my mouth as I could while keeping the stimulus on her clit. When trying to return to her clit I found my place taken over by her fingers. I glanced upwards and saw her kissing Sam fervently while his hand groped one of her tits.
Her second cum was even more intense than the first and my face was mashed into her pussy. I found it hard to breathe and thought I was going to pass out before the pressure finally relented. I took several deep breaths, knowing that this was not yet over. She was not the silent type and yelled and screamed obscenities at me as she came. I love that as it’s something that’s hard to fake. I assumed I was doing a good job.
She shuffled forward slightly and threw her legs in the air, at the same time as pushing my head even lower. I was wedged in the crack between her arse cheeks and I had no choice but to minister to her anus. It’s not my favourite place to be but I knew I had no choice in the matter. To give her her due she was clean and tasted mostly of soap, so I licked her eagerly.
She came again for the third time with my tongue as deep as I could get it inside her arsehole, three of my fingers buried deep in her pussy and her own fingers, like whirling dervishes, playing frantically with her clit. Between us we managed to give her an orgasm that was off the Richter Scale. It was a good job there were no close neighbours as she came with a deafening scream. The hand keeping my head in place relaxed and I could finally sit back and enjoy some much needed fresh air.
But there was to be little or no respite for me. Sam’s shorts had been pushed down and his rock-hard dick now protruded, pointing upwards. No sooner than I had gulped a few lungfuls of air than I was pulled over and my mouth was impaled on his huge dick. Memories of last weekend came flooding back as it was pushed further in and I started to choke. His only response to my struggles was a chuckle as he pushed even deeper. I was almost blacking out when he let me up for a quick breath. All memories of Ella’s delicious taste were gone and replaced by his musty scents. Try as I might I couldn’t stop him forcing me back down again accompanied by more triumphant laughter.
“Take it, bitch,” he mocked, “and learn to treat your parents better in future.”
I could hear Sam groaning and Ella giggling as I fought for breath. Then I felt Sam start to tense and I knew he was about to cum. I expected his load to flood my throat but instead he pulled my head back. With his large fist wrapped around his massive dick he took aim directly at my face. I just had time to close my eyes before the first spurts hit me. It went everywhere and it seemed to keep on coming for ages until I was covered. Eventually the fingers entangled in my hair came loose and I was released from his grip. I could feel his cum slowly running down my face and dripping off my chin to land on my tits.
“Oh, yeuk, Sam she looks disgusting,” said Ella between fits of laughing.
“Yeah, and she can stay like that. That’s revenge for her daddy.”
“I think Beth and Tom would be proud of us. Getting payback for them.”
“And now I’m starving,” said Sam, tucking his shrinking dick back in his shorts, “what’s for dinner?”
“I’ll order pizza. They only take about fifteen minutes. Can you last that long?”
“It’ll give us time to freshen up, honey. Shall we take a shower?”
“What about the bitch?” asked Ella.
“Leave her there, we won’t be long. She can wait.”
They both stood up and without another word went inside leaving me still on my knees, my face covered in goo. I fought back the tears as I wished I was anywhere but here, but I knew that I had no choice but to stay. In the distance I could hear the noises as they moved about the house. Patiently I remained in position as they had left me. The last thing I wanted to do was make a mistake. I heard someone in the kitchen and the rattle of plates so guessed that dinner was nearly here. My tummy rumbled in anticipation. Far away I heard a door chime.
“Mary, get your ass in here,” bellowed Sam.
With relief I stood up and went into the kitchen. It was good to get into the coolness of indoors and away from the heat of the patio. The kitchen was empty, so I ventured further. I found Sam and Ella sat at either end of the dining table in the next room.
“Pizza’s here, bitch. Go answer the door,” ordered Sam, holding out a fistful of money.
I looked at him with astonishment, but he simply raised an eyebrow in a threatening way and glared back at me. A second chime on the door prompted me to action. I took the stash of money, left the room, and headed for the front door, very conscious that I was totally naked and that my face and tits were covered in cum. I suspected that there was even some in my hair. I tried to hide behind the door as I opened it but with little success. The delivery boy saw me, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. He nervously handed me two large boxes and accepted the money I held out. I almost smiled looking at how terrified he was.
“Is that enough, son,” called Sam from the dining room, “if not she can give you a blow-job.”
“I-i-its p-p-plenty, Sir,” called back the young lad, “m-m-more than enough. Have a nice day.”
With that he turned tail, ran down the driveway, jumped onto his moped and sped off. In the end I could do nothing but laugh at his actions as I turned and headed back to the dining room. I was told to kneel next to Sam’s chair and offer him the two boxes. Why only two I wondered, was I to be kept hungry. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and I was starving. He looked inside of the first box and then passed it on to Ella. He opened the second box, picked up a slice of pizza still tethered by strings of glue and started to chomp on it. I gazed up at him hoping he would notice the hunger in my eyes.
“Here, bitch,” called Ella suddenly. I turned in time to see her toss a piece of crust onto the floor. “Come on, bitch, I know you’re hungry.”
Slowly I realised what was expected of me and I scrambled across the floor and bent down to grab the discarded crust. Even with only the barest hint of topping it was delicious. I had just managed to swallow it when I heard a thud on the floor behind me. I turned and found another piece of crust, this time tossed for me by Sam. For the rest of the meal I was made to chase from one end of the table to the other as they took turns throwing scraps onto the floor. Sometimes I was made to scramble to the far sides of the room much to their delight. Somehow by the end I didn’t feel quite so hungry and they seem to have enjoyed their game. At least they seemed to be in a good mood.
I was made to follow them to their bedroom, and I had to watch them being all loving with each other. Ella had her hand down the front of Sam’s shorts and was leading him along, while he groped at her tits. I was made to wait outside while they went in. I could hear a lot of giggling and squealing before Sam reappeared carrying a threadbare blanket which he threw on the floor.
“You can sleep out here,” he commanded, “we’ll call if we need you.”
With that he switched off the hall light and slammed the door shut, leaving me in the dark, bewildered and confused. I groped around until I found the blanket then I lay down on the hard bare boards and covered myself as best I could. I was thankful that the night was warm and humid but even so I felt chilled and the thin blanket did little to help. Somehow, I managed to drift off to sleep.
When I woke the sun was streaming in through the window at the end of the corridor. I was just in time to see Ella walk out of the bedroom. She was unashamedly naked and gave me a none too gentle kick in the ribs.
“Wake up, bitch, and go make coffee.”
She then simply turned around and went back in the bedroom and shut the door. Still a little dazed from having only just woken up I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes. My body felt stiff and chilled all over from my night spent on the floor. I knew I had better do as I was told if I wanted to avoid more bad treatment, so I folded the blanket and went downstairs to the kitchen. I had no idea how either of them liked their coffee so I put some on to brew and put milk in a jug and sugar in a bowl. I arranged everything on a battered tin tray along with three mugs. The third was in the vague hope that I might be allowed a cup as well. The kettle had just boiled when Sam’s large figure filled the doorway. Yawning, he surveyed the room before staring at me directly. I looked away but not before I saw that he was naked and sporting an inviting erection.
“Here, bitch,” he commanded, pointing to the table, “bend over that.”
I did as I was told and his hand immediately went between my legs, groping for my pussy. I really wasn’t in the mood but there was nothing I could do to stop him. He pushed two fingers inside me and started working them in and out. My pussy betrayed me by becoming wet almost straight away and I heard him quietly chuckle to himself.
“Ahhhh, the ever-ready slut,” he said mockingly.
He pulled his fingers out and I waited for the expected push of his dick. I was surprised by the hard smack on my right cheek that stung even more because of the morning chill. Another landed on my left cheek, even harder and it made me yelp with pain. It was only then I felt his hard dick slide along my arse and find its way into my pussy. He had no thought of being gentle but simply pushed in all the way before he began to fuck me hard. Thankfully, he didn’t last long, and I felt his hot cum flooding my pussy. He gave a satisfied sigh as he pulled out and sat down. I glanced at him and he was grinning at me. He reached over and poured himself a coffee and then pushed the tray towards me.
“Go take that up to Ella, she’s having a lie-in.”
As I stood up to take the tray, I could feel his cum beginning to leak out of my pussy and run down the insides of my thighs. I already felt dirty and unkempt from the previous night spent on the bare boards and that only made me feel worse. Carrying the tray, I walked out of the kitchen trying to keep my sticky thighs apart and headed for the bedroom.
Ella was sat up in bed propped up on the pillows with her eyes closed. When she heard me come in, she opened them and then smiled at the sight of the tray.
“Took you long enough, bitch. What kept you?”
I stayed quiet not wanting to admit that Sam had just fucked me.
“You’re here now so pour me a coffee, milk no sugar.”
As I went to put the tray down, I could feel her eyes examining me and when I handed her the cup, she wrinkled her nose in disgust at me.
“Well, I can see why you took so long,” she said, purposely looking between my legs, “Sam’s been having some morning fun. I hope he didn’t tire out your mouth because that’s what I need.”
With that she flung the bed covers to one side. She was still naked, and she deliberately spread her legs and began to play with herself.
“Get down there, bitch, and make me cum.”
Miserably I crawled on to the bed and between her outstretched legs and started to kiss her pussy. She sighed with pleasure before taking a noisy slurp of her coffee. I licked along her wet slit and her knees lifted and her legs parted even more. My lips and tongue travelled from her clit to her arsehole and back, over and over again. I started probing inside her with my tongue as far as it could reach. I felt a hand on the back of my head holding me in place and pressing me down.
“Fingers … bitch,” she managed to say between a chorus of gasps and moans.
I slipped two, then three fingers inside her and started to finger fuck her, gently and slowly at first but with increasing speed and force. Suddenly she stiffened and my face was pushed even harder into her. I was drenched with her juices as she seemed to explode. She pushed me away and I rolled to one side. Fuck, I was a mess. I just hoped that they were both happy. When I opened my eyes, it was to find Sam standing in the doorway.
“Well, that was a good show,” and both he and Ella laughed while I turned a bright shade of pink. “We certainly got ourselves a slut for the night.”
I wished I could pull the bed covers over me and hide but I had to lie there exposed for them both to see.
“Get up and go shower, bitch,” Sam ordered, “we’re going over to your place for a lunchtime barbie and some afternoon fun.”
I rolled off the bed and stood up, very conscious of how I looked and started to leave. As I sidled past Sam his hand came down really hard on my bottom making me yelp in surprise and rush away to the bathroom with their loud laughter ringing in my ears. I was glad to feel clean again under the shower, but I couldn’t stop myself worrying about this afternoon. What did the grown-ups have planned for us?
I came in from college a couple of days after our first weekend get together and I could hear daddy on the phone in the living room. I started to creep up the stairs, but I must have made some noise as I heard him calling me. I went back down and into the living room. He was stood on the far side still talking on the phone and he motioned me to wait. Finally, he got to the end of his conversation.
“Ok, Sam, cheers my friend, I’ll look forward to that.”
He put the phone down and looked across at me.
“That was Sam,” he explained, openly adjusting himself inside his trousers, “we were making plans for the weekend. It got me all excited.” He grinned and pulled down the zipper. Then he pointed at me and then at the floor just in front of him. I knew what was expected and walked over and knelt in front of him. I reached inside his trousers and pulled out his rock-hard dick. I’d seen it so many times before, so I knew exactly what to do. I took it in my mouth and began to suck on it.
“That’s daddy’s good girl,” he said with a sigh of pleasure, “we’re going to have another fun weekend, baby girl. I said you could go visit Sam and Ella and sleep over. Won’t that be fun?”
In between trying to catch my breath as my face was forced onto daddy’s cock, I had visions of playtime with Chloe and especially the hunky Josh. I knew I’d have to put up with Sam again, but I could handle that.
“Josh and Chloe are coming to visit us while you go to theirs.”
I managed to pull out, spit dribbling down my chin.
“What?” I asked, horrified.
I was pushed back on his dick as he went on.
“You’ll have fun. Sam and Ella will look after you I’m sure. Sam and I think it’s a good way for the two families to get to know each other. Mmmmm, babe, just like that!”
He began to thrust in and out of my mouth and I knew he was close to cumming. I closed my eyes and got ready to take my fill of his cum. I was expecting him to stay in my mouth but instead he pulled out and sprayed all over my face. Then he took a step back to admire his handiwork.
“You look gorgeous like that, baby girl, now go help your mother get dinner ready.”
And with that I was dismissed. Without even a chance to clean up I was dispatched to the kitchen. As I walked in mum looked at me and laughed. She always seemed to find daddy’s little games amusing. She came over to me and kissed me gently on the mouth before starting to lick the cum off my face.
“I see daddy’s been having fun,” she mocked.
I pushed myself away and walked to the door.
“I’m going to get cleaned up,” I said grumpily. I was not in a good mood.
“But I need help with the dinner,” she pleaded.
“I don’t care,” I said and stormed out.
I threw myself on my bed and quietly seethed with anger. I didn’t mind going to visit them, but it was mum and daddy who were going to get all the fun with Josh and Chloe while I was going to be the sole plaything of Sam and Ella. It just wasn’t fair. I slowly calmed down and gave in to the inevitable. I knew I had no choice. When I was called down to dinner, I quickly washed my face and went down. Daddy and mum sat at either end of the table and neither of them said anything about my display of temper, so I thought it had all been forgiven and forgotten. How wrong I was as I would find out later. The rest of the week passed quickly although I felt myself under more scrutiny than ever, but I brushed the feeling aside.
When the weekend came Ella arrived with Josh and Chloe and dropped them off while I was told to go and sit in the back of their car. I watch as daddy and Ella chatted and then daddy gave her a folded piece of paper and she passed him an envelope. I wondered what was going on. We drove in silence with me hunched in the back seat trying to show I wasn’t happy. We were almost there when Ella pulled into a layby and stopped the car. She picked up the piece of paper that daddy had given and which she’d tossed onto the passenger seat and turned to face me in the back.
“Well, let’s see what your daddy has to say about you,” she said as she slowly unfolded the paper.
She took her time reading whatever was written, occasionally raising her eyebrows, and glancing at me and making tutting noises.
“Well, it looks like young Mary isn’t the angel she likes to think she is,” she said finally, peering at me sternly. “This does not make good reading.”
“W-w-what has he said?” I asked, beginning to get nervous.
“It’s a list of your crimes and misdemeanours from last week. Do you want to hear them?”
I stayed silent.
“Speak when you’re asked a question, slut,” she suddenly shouted.
I was taken aback. I hadn’t had much to do with her the previous weekend, but she seemed at the time to be a nice friendly woman. Now she had my full attention.
“Yes,” I managed to blurt out.
“Yes please, Miss,” she threw back at me.
“Yes … please … Miss,” I said, my voice quiet as a mouse.
She turned back to the paper in her hand. She read what was written as if I was a condemned person, which it seems in many ways I was.
“Tuesday: refused to help her mother prepare dinner. Washed her face without permission. I have no idea what that is about, but I assume you do. However, it is bad enough for your father to include it. Wednesday: refused to do the washing up and forgot to do the shopping. This is not looking too good is it? Shall I go on?”
Please don’t … Miss,” I hastily added at the end. It seemed like I was in trouble already without needing more.
She ignored me. “Thursday: went down on her mother but ‘got bored’ and didn’t give her an orgasm.” She frowned at me as if this were the worst sin imaginable. “Friday: had to force her to let me fuck her. I assume that was your father. This is a bad list Mary.”
“But why did daddy…?” I asked wondering why daddy had given her the list.
“Because Sam and I are expected to punish you. I have given your parents a similar list about Josh and Chloe and I’m sure they’ll be dealt with properly.”
As she turned back around and put the car into gear I quietly shuddered. This weekend was not going to be as much fun as I’d hoped. We drove in silence for another couple of miles before she turned off onto a gravel drive that led to a large converted old farmhouse with a collection of outbuildings. She stopped the car and turned it off before getting out and opening the back door. She grabbed my hold-all and marched round the side of the house.
“Come!” she called back over her shoulder as she disappeared around the corner.
I had no choice but to get out of the car and follow her. The back patio was a suntrap and the smooth decking was warm under my feet. Most of the far side was taken up with a large swing-seat on which reclined Sam, wearing only a pair of shorts. His hairy chest and legs displayed to my benefit. I hesitated on the edge of the deck. Ella had already gone over and was standing next to Sam. My bag had been thrown down next to him and she was giving him my daddy’s list.
“Hello, Mary, lovely to have you visit for the weekend,” said Sam smiling broadly, “I’m sure we’ll have a great time together, don’t you?”
“I’m sure we will, Sir,” I replied, having already worked out my reason for being there.
“Jeez, this sun is hot. You don’t mind if I strip off do you, honey?” interrupted Ella.
“You go right ahead, babe, you know that’s how I like you. Meanwhile, Mary, why don’t you come over here and sit on my knee.”
As I walked over to him with timid steps I watched as Ella pulled her loose dress over her head in one fluid movement. As Sam grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his knee, I was transfixed by the sight of Ella wearing nothing but the tiniest scrap of a bikini bottom I had ever seen. The black triangle was nowhere near large enough to even begin to cover her and was pulled up so tightly that it cut through her pussy making her lips bulge out each side. It made the sight even more obscene than if it hadn’t existed at all. She came and sat next to us, splaying her legs, and showing herself to us.
“You seem a little over-dressed now, little one,” Sam said to me as he began to unbutton my blouse. I knew better than to interfere as he stripped it off me. I’d guessed we would be spending time in the sun, so I’d put my new blue bikini on under my ordinary clothes. Sam immediately groped one of my boobs when he saw what I was wearing.
“Hey, I remember this from last weekend. You look really sexy in it. You wearing the other half as well?” he asked as he made me stand up while he tugged at my shorts.
He had a quick feel between my legs before he pulled me back on to his knee. I could already feel the hard bulge growing in his shorts, a foretaste of what I could expect later. I felt the tie on the back of my bikini top being tugged loose and it was whisked over my head. His rough hand cover my tit and he gripped my nipple and squeezed while Ella began to stroke my thigh. Her hand drifted higher each time and insinuated itself deeper between then. Despite my fears I couldn’t help myself from feeling quite horny and I spread my legs invitingly for her. Her hand pressed into me firmly and she must have felt how moist I was. I glanced up and she was grinning at me. Sam was headed for the same place and his hand slipped inside and stroked my lips. I shivered with excitement.
“Wow, we have one horny little slut here,” he said to Ella, as he pulled out his hand and offered her two slimy fingers. She took them into her mouth eagerly.
“Mmmm, she tastes lovely. I never had the chance to try her out last time.”
“Well, darling, we have all weekend, but first …” and he pushed me suddenly off his lap and I fell to the floor. From a crumpled heap I looked at him, bewildered.
“Much as I want to fuck the little slut,” his voice suddenly all serious, “we have to deal with this first.”
He reached to one side and came up with daddy’s list. He unfolded it carefully and read it slowly. When he’d finished, he looked down and scowled at me.
“This is not good, is it?” he said sternly, and I looked at the floor and shook my head in shame. “Generally disobedient but the last two entries are atrocious behaviour. I’m sure Chloe and Josh would never behave like that.”
“I think the one where she didn’t let Beth cum was the worst. Poor woman! As if ‘I was bored’ is any sort of excuse,” added Ella, clearly quite offended by my behaviour, “shall I fetch the paddle?”
From my heap on the floor I watched as they looked at each other and Sam nodded. Ella stood up and marched across the patio into the house. Through half-closed eyes I watched her nearly naked bottom disappear inside. There was a lull as Sam and I both waited for her return, but when she did so it was not good news for me. She was looking menacing and carrying a large and heavy looking black leather paddle. It made ominous noises as she slapped it against her palm. My bottom quivered in fear.
“Get up here, you little tramp. Get over my knee!”
I felt my hair being tugged and I had no choice but to go where it went. I found myself face down over Sam’s knees, his now fully hardened dick pressing into my side, even through his shorts. I felt the two bows holding up my bikini bottoms tugged undone and it was pulled out from under me, sliding against my wet pussy, arousing me even more. Then I felt a few light taps on my bottom that promised so much more to come, and I tensed up and steeled myself.
The first full whack took me by surprise. I wasn’t a stranger to being punished like this, daddy often resorted to his belt if I was particularly naughty. Even mum would sometimes put me over her knee and spank me. But the paddle that Ella had found was something else.
The second blow sent jolts of lightning juddering through me and I thought my head would explode. It was only Sam’s hands on the small of my back that stopped me from leaping up and running all the way home. I tried to wriggle free, but he was too strong for me.
After the first two there was a pause as I tried to calm down and stopped trying to escape. For a fleeting moment I thought it was all over, but I was wrong. The peace was shattered when the third blow fell, and I yelped loudly. Shit, but this was far worse than I’d expected. Despite the pain I could already feel my juices flowing. Another blow struck and I yelled even more loudly. I tried cursing them but that simply got me another whack, so I shut up after that. I think we got to ten before she finally stopped but I’d given up counting long before that.
When it stopped, I lay over Sam’s knees breathing heavily, convinced my bottom would never be the same again, until I was unceremoniously dumped back on the floor. When I looked up, they were both sat side by side and were smirking.
“That …” said Ella, with added emphasis, “… was for your poor mother. Now, get over here and do what you should have done for her. and this time …” again an emphatic pause, “don’t go getting ‘bored’.”
I knew when I was beaten, both literally and metaphorically, and determined to give her the time of her life. I dragged my battered body to its knees and crawled over to her. she tugged at her miniscule covering forcing it even further between her lips before pulling it to one side. As she spread her legs wide, she exposed her glistening and already aroused pussy. I eagerly dived in.
I was back on familiar ground and knew what was expected of me. In fairness it didn’t take much persuasion as she tasted divine and I savoured every drop of her. As my tongue sought and found her clit my fingers toyed with the rest of her. She was so wet, they slipped inside easily, and I began to pump them in and out. I think my beating must have aroused her as she was already not far off, and her first orgasm came quickly. Trying to do my best I kept going, taking as much of her juice into my mouth as I could while keeping the stimulus on her clit. When trying to return to her clit I found my place taken over by her fingers. I glanced upwards and saw her kissing Sam fervently while his hand groped one of her tits.
Her second cum was even more intense than the first and my face was mashed into her pussy. I found it hard to breathe and thought I was going to pass out before the pressure finally relented. I took several deep breaths, knowing that this was not yet over. She was not the silent type and yelled and screamed obscenities at me as she came. I love that as it’s something that’s hard to fake. I assumed I was doing a good job.
She shuffled forward slightly and threw her legs in the air, at the same time as pushing my head even lower. I was wedged in the crack between her arse cheeks and I had no choice but to minister to her anus. It’s not my favourite place to be but I knew I had no choice in the matter. To give her her due she was clean and tasted mostly of soap, so I licked her eagerly.
She came again for the third time with my tongue as deep as I could get it inside her arsehole, three of my fingers buried deep in her pussy and her own fingers, like whirling dervishes, playing frantically with her clit. Between us we managed to give her an orgasm that was off the Richter Scale. It was a good job there were no close neighbours as she came with a deafening scream. The hand keeping my head in place relaxed and I could finally sit back and enjoy some much needed fresh air.
But there was to be little or no respite for me. Sam’s shorts had been pushed down and his rock-hard dick now protruded, pointing upwards. No sooner than I had gulped a few lungfuls of air than I was pulled over and my mouth was impaled on his huge dick. Memories of last weekend came flooding back as it was pushed further in and I started to choke. His only response to my struggles was a chuckle as he pushed even deeper. I was almost blacking out when he let me up for a quick breath. All memories of Ella’s delicious taste were gone and replaced by his musty scents. Try as I might I couldn’t stop him forcing me back down again accompanied by more triumphant laughter.
“Take it, bitch,” he mocked, “and learn to treat your parents better in future.”
I could hear Sam groaning and Ella giggling as I fought for breath. Then I felt Sam start to tense and I knew he was about to cum. I expected his load to flood my throat but instead he pulled my head back. With his large fist wrapped around his massive dick he took aim directly at my face. I just had time to close my eyes before the first spurts hit me. It went everywhere and it seemed to keep on coming for ages until I was covered. Eventually the fingers entangled in my hair came loose and I was released from his grip. I could feel his cum slowly running down my face and dripping off my chin to land on my tits.
“Oh, yeuk, Sam she looks disgusting,” said Ella between fits of laughing.
“Yeah, and she can stay like that. That’s revenge for her daddy.”
“I think Beth and Tom would be proud of us. Getting payback for them.”
“And now I’m starving,” said Sam, tucking his shrinking dick back in his shorts, “what’s for dinner?”
“I’ll order pizza. They only take about fifteen minutes. Can you last that long?”
“It’ll give us time to freshen up, honey. Shall we take a shower?”
“What about the bitch?” asked Ella.
“Leave her there, we won’t be long. She can wait.”
They both stood up and without another word went inside leaving me still on my knees, my face covered in goo. I fought back the tears as I wished I was anywhere but here, but I knew that I had no choice but to stay. In the distance I could hear the noises as they moved about the house. Patiently I remained in position as they had left me. The last thing I wanted to do was make a mistake. I heard someone in the kitchen and the rattle of plates so guessed that dinner was nearly here. My tummy rumbled in anticipation. Far away I heard a door chime.
“Mary, get your ass in here,” bellowed Sam.
With relief I stood up and went into the kitchen. It was good to get into the coolness of indoors and away from the heat of the patio. The kitchen was empty, so I ventured further. I found Sam and Ella sat at either end of the dining table in the next room.
“Pizza’s here, bitch. Go answer the door,” ordered Sam, holding out a fistful of money.
I looked at him with astonishment, but he simply raised an eyebrow in a threatening way and glared back at me. A second chime on the door prompted me to action. I took the stash of money, left the room, and headed for the front door, very conscious that I was totally naked and that my face and tits were covered in cum. I suspected that there was even some in my hair. I tried to hide behind the door as I opened it but with little success. The delivery boy saw me, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. He nervously handed me two large boxes and accepted the money I held out. I almost smiled looking at how terrified he was.
“Is that enough, son,” called Sam from the dining room, “if not she can give you a blow-job.”
“I-i-its p-p-plenty, Sir,” called back the young lad, “m-m-more than enough. Have a nice day.”
With that he turned tail, ran down the driveway, jumped onto his moped and sped off. In the end I could do nothing but laugh at his actions as I turned and headed back to the dining room. I was told to kneel next to Sam’s chair and offer him the two boxes. Why only two I wondered, was I to be kept hungry. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and I was starving. He looked inside of the first box and then passed it on to Ella. He opened the second box, picked up a slice of pizza still tethered by strings of glue and started to chomp on it. I gazed up at him hoping he would notice the hunger in my eyes.
“Here, bitch,” called Ella suddenly. I turned in time to see her toss a piece of crust onto the floor. “Come on, bitch, I know you’re hungry.”
Slowly I realised what was expected of me and I scrambled across the floor and bent down to grab the discarded crust. Even with only the barest hint of topping it was delicious. I had just managed to swallow it when I heard a thud on the floor behind me. I turned and found another piece of crust, this time tossed for me by Sam. For the rest of the meal I was made to chase from one end of the table to the other as they took turns throwing scraps onto the floor. Sometimes I was made to scramble to the far sides of the room much to their delight. Somehow by the end I didn’t feel quite so hungry and they seem to have enjoyed their game. At least they seemed to be in a good mood.
I was made to follow them to their bedroom, and I had to watch them being all loving with each other. Ella had her hand down the front of Sam’s shorts and was leading him along, while he groped at her tits. I was made to wait outside while they went in. I could hear a lot of giggling and squealing before Sam reappeared carrying a threadbare blanket which he threw on the floor.
“You can sleep out here,” he commanded, “we’ll call if we need you.”
With that he switched off the hall light and slammed the door shut, leaving me in the dark, bewildered and confused. I groped around until I found the blanket then I lay down on the hard bare boards and covered myself as best I could. I was thankful that the night was warm and humid but even so I felt chilled and the thin blanket did little to help. Somehow, I managed to drift off to sleep.
When I woke the sun was streaming in through the window at the end of the corridor. I was just in time to see Ella walk out of the bedroom. She was unashamedly naked and gave me a none too gentle kick in the ribs.
“Wake up, bitch, and go make coffee.”
She then simply turned around and went back in the bedroom and shut the door. Still a little dazed from having only just woken up I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes. My body felt stiff and chilled all over from my night spent on the floor. I knew I had better do as I was told if I wanted to avoid more bad treatment, so I folded the blanket and went downstairs to the kitchen. I had no idea how either of them liked their coffee so I put some on to brew and put milk in a jug and sugar in a bowl. I arranged everything on a battered tin tray along with three mugs. The third was in the vague hope that I might be allowed a cup as well. The kettle had just boiled when Sam’s large figure filled the doorway. Yawning, he surveyed the room before staring at me directly. I looked away but not before I saw that he was naked and sporting an inviting erection.
“Here, bitch,” he commanded, pointing to the table, “bend over that.”
I did as I was told and his hand immediately went between my legs, groping for my pussy. I really wasn’t in the mood but there was nothing I could do to stop him. He pushed two fingers inside me and started working them in and out. My pussy betrayed me by becoming wet almost straight away and I heard him quietly chuckle to himself.
“Ahhhh, the ever-ready slut,” he said mockingly.
He pulled his fingers out and I waited for the expected push of his dick. I was surprised by the hard smack on my right cheek that stung even more because of the morning chill. Another landed on my left cheek, even harder and it made me yelp with pain. It was only then I felt his hard dick slide along my arse and find its way into my pussy. He had no thought of being gentle but simply pushed in all the way before he began to fuck me hard. Thankfully, he didn’t last long, and I felt his hot cum flooding my pussy. He gave a satisfied sigh as he pulled out and sat down. I glanced at him and he was grinning at me. He reached over and poured himself a coffee and then pushed the tray towards me.
“Go take that up to Ella, she’s having a lie-in.”
As I stood up to take the tray, I could feel his cum beginning to leak out of my pussy and run down the insides of my thighs. I already felt dirty and unkempt from the previous night spent on the bare boards and that only made me feel worse. Carrying the tray, I walked out of the kitchen trying to keep my sticky thighs apart and headed for the bedroom.
Ella was sat up in bed propped up on the pillows with her eyes closed. When she heard me come in, she opened them and then smiled at the sight of the tray.
“Took you long enough, bitch. What kept you?”
I stayed quiet not wanting to admit that Sam had just fucked me.
“You’re here now so pour me a coffee, milk no sugar.”
As I went to put the tray down, I could feel her eyes examining me and when I handed her the cup, she wrinkled her nose in disgust at me.
“Well, I can see why you took so long,” she said, purposely looking between my legs, “Sam’s been having some morning fun. I hope he didn’t tire out your mouth because that’s what I need.”
With that she flung the bed covers to one side. She was still naked, and she deliberately spread her legs and began to play with herself.
“Get down there, bitch, and make me cum.”
Miserably I crawled on to the bed and between her outstretched legs and started to kiss her pussy. She sighed with pleasure before taking a noisy slurp of her coffee. I licked along her wet slit and her knees lifted and her legs parted even more. My lips and tongue travelled from her clit to her arsehole and back, over and over again. I started probing inside her with my tongue as far as it could reach. I felt a hand on the back of my head holding me in place and pressing me down.
“Fingers … bitch,” she managed to say between a chorus of gasps and moans.
I slipped two, then three fingers inside her and started to finger fuck her, gently and slowly at first but with increasing speed and force. Suddenly she stiffened and my face was pushed even harder into her. I was drenched with her juices as she seemed to explode. She pushed me away and I rolled to one side. Fuck, I was a mess. I just hoped that they were both happy. When I opened my eyes, it was to find Sam standing in the doorway.
“Well, that was a good show,” and both he and Ella laughed while I turned a bright shade of pink. “We certainly got ourselves a slut for the night.”
I wished I could pull the bed covers over me and hide but I had to lie there exposed for them both to see.
“Get up and go shower, bitch,” Sam ordered, “we’re going over to your place for a lunchtime barbie and some afternoon fun.”
I rolled off the bed and stood up, very conscious of how I looked and started to leave. As I sidled past Sam his hand came down really hard on my bottom making me yelp in surprise and rush away to the bathroom with their loud laughter ringing in my ears. I was glad to feel clean again under the shower, but I couldn’t stop myself worrying about this afternoon. What did the grown-ups have planned for us?
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