Chapter 8
Six weeks later, on a mid-week night, Daddy sold Annie.
He didn't sell her, not really. He only rented her body for the night.
Lauren Frobisher worked in Daddy's office. He had never made love to her, since Lauren was a confirmed lesbian with a weakness for little girls.
Since Daddy had a little girl of his own- two, really-it was only natural that he and Lauren come to some mutually satisfactory arrangement.
That was why Lauren followed Daddy up the stairs to Annie's room.
It was about nine o'clock that night. Daddy and Caroline were in the house. Annie was in her bedroom, in bondage.
Kim was over at the Lifton's house. She was naked in bed with Claire.
Caroline served Lauren drinks in the living room. The two women and Daddy sat around talking. Lauren's face betrayed her eagerness.
When Lauren finished her drink, Daddy said, "Well, I guess you'll be impatient to get on with things, then."
"If you please." A tremor sounded in Lauren's voice.
She followed Daddy out of the living room and up the stairs.
She was in her middle thirties. She was a tall, cool, elegant blonde with long legs and high firm breasts. She wore a tailored gray suit.
Her fine blonde hair was wrapped into a prim bun at the back of her head.
Her bones were excellent. Her face was that of a model's, with high cheekbones, sunken cheeks, deep-set green eyes, and a wide-lipped mouth.
"Here we are." Daddy opened Annie's bedroom door.
The room was in darkness. He switched on the lights.
He entered the room, with Lauren following. She held her purse clutched to her bosom. Her eyes widened and she gasped when she saw Annie.
Annie was naked and spread-eagled on the bed.
She lay on her back. Her hands were tied together, so that her arms stretched back over her head. A rope was tied to the cords which bound her wrists, and so secured her by a long strand to the bed's headboard.
A blanket was pulled up to her ribcage, leaving her breasts bare.
Her small naked feet stuck out of the blanket at either corner of the the foot of the bed. It could be seen that ropes circled her ankles, tying her feet to the bed.
Daddy took Lauren's arm and guided her to the bedside.
A white piece of cloth was tied across Annie's mouth, gagging her.
She made muffled, agitated sounds. Her eyes were wide and rolling. She moved her head and looked around, staring wildly at Lauren.
"This is my little girl," Daddy announced proudly.
He pulled back the blanket so that Lauren could have a better look at the girl.
Lauren's eyes narrowed with lust and she compressed her lips tightly as she looked down at the beautiful bound teenager on the bed.
"She is lovely," Lauren breathed, "lovely!"
"And she's all yours," Daddy grinned. "For tonight, anyhow."
Annie squirmed and wiggled as Lauren leaned over her to examine her.
Lauren touched the girl, running her fingertips along smooth flesh.
Her long Fingers traced the contours of Annie's upset face. They moved downward, feeling the pulsing veins in the girl's swan-like neck.
Annie was thrown into a state of distracted confusion as Lauren fondled her breasts. She gently fingered the mounds of flesh.
Her fingertips touched a nipple, pulled it, stretching it from the pink roseate, then rolled it until the nipple became hard and stiff.
"What a beautiful child!" Lauren exclaimed. "But why is she bound and gagged?"
"Purely to put her into a properly submissive frame of mind," Daddy said. "But don't worry about Annie. She's extremely well trained."
"I can leave her tied," Lauren said, "but sooner or later I will have to remove that gag! I plan to put that pretty little mouth to good use."
"Do whatever you like-Annie will submit," Daddy said. "Like I said, she's very well trained. I should know, since I trained her myself."
He added, "That is, Caroline and I trained her. And we had the assistance of some very good friends and neighbors. No, you needn't worry about Annie's obedience. She's in bondage because she feels more comfortable that way, not because she actually has to be physically restrained."
Lauren continued stroking Annie's smooth quivering thighs.
Daddy cleared his throat. "Before I leave you two alone to get intimately acquainted, there is one formality which must be taken care of."
"Of course," Lauren said, "the money."
"If you please."
Lauren opened her purse and took out her wallet.
She said. "One hundred dollars seems like a very low price for such a girl."
"It is-and it isn't the price I'd quote to just anybody. But you're the type of client that Caroline and I would like our daughter to have. You're attractive, fashionable, and experienced. Annie can learn a lot from you."
"I'll do my best to teach her," Lauren said.
She handed Daddy a one hundred dollar bill. Daddy made sure that the transaction took place right in front of Annie, so the girl could see everything.
The bill was crisp and new. Daddy held it over Annie's face.
"See this, honey? It's the first money you ever made from selling your beautiful body. I just might have this framed."
Daddy stuffed the bill into his pocket.
He said to Lauren, "And now, I'm sure the two of you would like to be alone."
He paused at the doorway. "If you need assistance, or company, Caroline will be just downstairs, and will be glad to see to your needs."
"Won't you be around?" Lauren asked him.
"No," Daddy said. "I have other business to attend to." He smiled secretly to himself when he thought about what that business was.
Daddy said, "See you later. Annie, I know that you'll be a good girl, and do just what Caroline and I taught you. Be good, baby."
He stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
Lauren cleared her throat. "Well, Annie, I am going to be your mistress tonight. I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Lauren-Mistress Lauren, to you."
She put her purse down on the night table and began undressing.
Annie's breasts rose and fell with slow, heavy breathing. Both her nipples were stiff, and jutted at the tips of her breasts like pink pebbles.
Lauren removed her gray tailored blazer and folded it and draped it over the back of a chair. She wore a frilly white blouse and a long gray skirt.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she quickly unbuttoned her blouse.
She wore no bra. Her breasts were high and firm, pear shaped. Her nipples were long even in their nonerect state. They puckered and hardened.
She stood where Annie could watch her undress. Annie's eyes were wide.
Lauren's flesh was soft and cream colored. Her nipples and roseates were pale pink. She had a lean, lithe body with long legs and a rounded ass.
She sat down so she could take off her shoes. She wore no pantyhose or stockings, her legs were bare. She stood up and took off her skirt.
Her hands shook a bit harder with eagerness as she unbuttoned the skirt and pulled down the tiny zipper at its side and took the skirt off.
A pair of lacy white panties made a white triangle on her lean hips.
The panties were elaborately embroidered, and the many spaces in the pattern of decoration made the panties semi-transparent.
Her bush was a darker shade than the ash blonde hair of her head. The panties were tight, so the tufted bush was compressed beneath them.
Lauren hooked her thumbs in the waistband. Slowly and deliberately, conscious of Annie's staring eyes following her every move, Lauren pulled down her panties.
Her bush was thick, but neatly trimmed at the edges. From beneath the hairy matting emerged a pair of soft, rose colored pussy lips, fleshy and intricate.
"Now we both are naked, Annie," she murmured.
The light was too bright for the intimate mood. Lauren moved around the room, extinguishing the lights, finally leaving only the smallest one burning.
There was a network of finely toned and conditioned musculature beneath the covering of her satin skin. She moved with grace.
Her bare buttocks rolled as she moved, and her firm breasts lifted as she leaned over to flick off a light switch.
The room was dim and shadowed, the light on Annie's night table shedding a small cone of yellow light on her bed and her body.
The light made Lauren's flesh have a golden glow. Shadows covered her face.
The bedsprings creaked as Lauren mounted the bed-and mounted Annie.
Annie whimpered as Lauren's bare flesh brushed hers. Annie was sensitized, and the slightest glancing touch of the older woman's skin sent shivers through the girl, shivers which Annie could feel all the way into her pussy.
Lauren stretched out on top of Annie, so that they lay face to face.
The older woman was light in weight. Her body was smooth and warm.
Her nipples grazed Annie's breasts. Lauren's breasts nuzzled Annie's, then mingled and pressed flat as she lay down on the trembling girl.
Lauren took Annie's head between her two hands.
She said, "I know that I'm a stranger to you, dear, but sometimes that's best. And we won't be strangers by the time I get finished with you!"
She fingered a lock of Annie's soft, light brown hair and twisted it into a spiral, then let the spiral unwind to its natural shape.
"I'm not cruel, Annie. I won't hurt you, as long as you do as you're told."
A little smile played over Lauren's face. "Of course, if you're naughty, you'll have to be punished. I assure you that I will have no problem disciplining you, so I urge you to save yourself any unpleasantness and obey me."
Lauren's face was only inches from Annie's.
"I believe that I'll keep you gagged for now," Lauren said.
She pushed back Annie's hair and kissed her on the forehead.
Annie closed her eyes. Lauren's soft lips travelled down the girl's smooth face, kissing her nose, her cheeks, her chin, and her neck.
She worked her way downward to the girl's breasts. She lay on Annie so that her pussy pressed against the girl's, the twin pairs of labia touching.
Lauren fondled the girl's breasts, playing with them. She kneaded and rubbed and caressed the soft mounds, covering them with wet kisses.
She squeezed Annie's breasts together, plumping them up. She pushed them so that the nipples were close together. She took them into her mouth.
Her mouth was wide and stretched, so she could take the twin nipples inside it at the same time. The stiff points of flesh throbbed in her hot wet mouth.
She nibbled and sucked on the nipples. Saliva oozed out on the breasts.
Lauren rubbed her crotch against Annie's. Her thick bush and her fleshy pussy lips caressed those of the younger girl.
Lauren worked her way down. Her tongue licked a wet circle around the navel of Annie's flat tummy, then dipped inside the tiny hole.
Lauren's body moved down on the bed as she kissed and licked the girl.
She moved so that her head was right over Annie's crotch.
She gripped Annie's hips, her long fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
Annie's legs were tied so that they were spread wide open. Her pussy was nakedly vulnerable. Muscles flexed in her smooth thighs.
Lauren lay on her belly between Annie's legs. Her breasts with their stiff long nipples scraped arousingly against the clean white sheets.
Annie squirmed as Lauren's hot breath rustled through her pussy hairs.
Lauren's mouth watered. A faint, fresh, musky aroma rose from the girl's pussy.
"Hmmmm," Lauren said, "I wonder if it's possible that you're as aroused as I am? Your daddy told me you were a very hot-blooded little girl."
Lauren moved her mouth over Annie's pussy. Her tongue slid out from between her parted lips and touched down on the youngster's pussy lips.
Annie moaned from behind her gag, and wiggled her hips on the bed.
Lauren's tongue glided over the pussy lips, leaving faint smears of shining saliva. She dipped her tongue between the labia.
Her tongue was in a slippery wet furnace. Annie's velvety membranes oozed with the juices of arousal. Lauren lapped them up, tasting them.
When the older woman raised her head from Annie's pussy, her mouth and chin were wet with the girl's juices. "Your daddy wasn't lying, Annie. You're so wet, you're positively dripping! Darling, I'm the same way myself."
"I want to examine all your charms," Lauren whispered. "I think that I'll go diving for pearls-or, rather, for a pearl-the pearl of a clitoris you've got."
She used her fingers to spread the labia at the top of the slit.
The thin pussy lips quivered under her touch. She split and parted them, pulling them gently to the sides, exposing slippery membranes and a throbbing clitoris.
"Ah, that is a beauty!" Lauren said. The clitoris throbbed and pulsed merely from the effect of her heated breath passing over it. "That must be the pearl beyond price which the poets sang of, Annie. It will be my pleasure-and yours-to polish it up. With my tongue!"
Annie was so stimulated, that if she hadn't been tied down, she surely would have thrashed off the bed when Lauren began tonguing her clitoris.
Lauren pressed her tongue against the fleshy pink button. The clitoris was slippery and sliding under her lashing tongue.
She moved her tongue back and forth, caressing the clitoris.
Annie's nostrils widened so she could draw more air through them. The trembling and shaking of her breasts increased as the rate of her breathing accelerated.
Lauren's face was pressed against Annie's humid pussy.
Lauren worked her tongue expertly. Annie's small fists closed around the rope which bound them to the headboard and clutched it tightly.
She rocked her buttocks on the mattress, moving them in response to the surging rhythms of Lauren's long, knowing tongue.
There were soft liquid sounds as Lauren licked and slurped. Annie's breath came in quick panting gasps. Sweat beaded up on her smooth forehead.
Lauren's tongue moved faster and faster. The clitoris writhed and throbbed against the sharp pointed tongue tip.
Annie shuddered and thrashed as Lauren's tongue brought her to orgasm.
Annie climaxed. Lauren lifted her tongue and stopped lashing Annie's clitoris with it, but she kept her wet lips pressed against the girl's pussy.
The tongue had built a fire in her clitoris. Heat seethed through her pussy. At the instant of the orgasm, the heat fanned through her body like a fire storm.
Annie felt like she was melting away. Her eyelids fluttered and she writhed on the bed, held in place by the bonds on her hands and feet.
White light went off inside her head, dazzling her.
Annie felt weak and faint. She had no energy, and felt as though her bones had turned to jelly. She lay there, quivering with ecstasy.
Lauren let her rest. She felt the girl's pussy contract convulsively against her lips. She lifted her mouth from the girl's sex.
Annie's bush and pussy lips were wet with saliva and secretions.
As she lay there in a near-faint, Lauren calmed her with long slow soothing caresses of her flexing thighs and sensitive hips.
Her eyes closed, Annie thought of the bizarre chain of events which had led her to this-having her body sold to a beautiful female stranger.
It was all because of Daddy.
Annie was Daddy's little girl. She had always belonged to Daddy. She knew that. But after that night that Daddy took her to bed, Annie was totally enslaved to him.
That weekend after Annie discovered about the sexual liason between Daddy and Caroline and Warren and Gloria Lifton was a hectic one for Annie.
After Daddy made love to her that Friday night-or early Saturday morning-Annie had fallen asleep in his arms, content at last.
That weekend was devoted to sexually initiating and enslaving Annie.
She wasn't permitted to leave the house for the whole weekend. She was locked in, a virtual prisoner, and kept naked throughout the weekend.
Annie didn't mind. Quite the contary. She loved it!
Of course, her new role took some adjustments in her mind.
Her first adjustment came early Saturday afternoon.
Exhausted from the night before, Annie slept late. She was wakened by Caroline and Daddy. As she rubbed sleep from her eyes, they hustled her into their bedroom.
They did that because their bed was much bigger than hers, and could fit three people. And it did, since they tumbled her into bed.
Annie lay naked between Daddy and Caroline. At first, Caroline's presence upset and disturbed her, since she had never been with a woman or girl before.
But Daddy wanted her to obey and respect Caroline the way she did him. And after last night, after being fulfilled and pleasured by Daddy's stiff, hard-thrusting love, Annie would never dare to disobey him.
She lay there, puzzled and confused by the hormonal reactions taking place in her body as Caroline and Daddy alternately caressed her.
She was on her back. Daddy fondled her firm left breast and mouthed her nipple.
Caroline pressed against her. Her voluptuous body was hot and silk-smooth. As Caroline's flesh rubbed Annie's, the younger girl's pussy tingled and moistened.
Smiling wickedly, Caroline fondled Annie's right breast and fed the stiff little pink nipple into her wet mouth. She nibbled and sucked it.
Instinctively Annie stiffened. Daddy's stroking hands tightened warningly on her.
Annie fought down her initial panic at being caressed and made love to by an older woman-particularly by her beautiful and dominant step-mother.
But it was wonderful to just close her eyes and savor the sensations of two pairs of hands gliding over her body, touching and exciting her most intimately sensitive parts, and to have two mouths kissing and licking and sucking her--
Daddy worked his way downwards. He parted her thighs and put his head between her legs. The merest touch of her beloved Daddy's tongue on her pussy nearly made her climax. Daddy was skilled and gentle and used his mouth lovingly.
Caroline gripped Annie's head, her long red nails pressing lightly against the girl's soft cheeks. Annie opened her glazed eyes.
Caroline's face was inches away, looking down hungrily at her.
"I've been waiting for this a long time, my darling daughter," Caroline said.
She kissed Annie on the mouth. Annie parted her lips so that Caroline's thrusting tongue could bury itself in her mouth. Caroline fondled her breasts.
As Daddy continued his licking of Annie's pussy, and heat flowed through her veins, dissolving her inhibitions, Annie kissed Caroline passionately.
Annie cried with pleasure as Daddy's tongue brought her to orgasm.
After she was rested and recovered, Daddy stretched out and lay on his back.
His cock rose up from his hips, a rigid red column of flesh. Even without being told, Annie knew what was expected of her.
Her hot wet pussy tingled with pleasure which made her feel faint and lightheaded as she rose up on the bed and crawled to a kneeling position between Daddy's legs.
Daddy took hold of her head and guided it to his member.
He rubbed his fleshy cock head against her soft, smooth, down-covered cheeks.
Her pink lips were wet and puckered as she planted wet kisses on his stiff penis.
Caroline's hands were touching her, exciting her, building her pleasure.
Caroline played with her stiff nipples, pinching them. She caressed Annie's taut thighs, and fondled her buttocks until Annie was red-faced and gasping.
Daddy's cock head bumped against her lips.
Annie licked her lips and opened her mouth wide. Daddy's thick long cock loomed in front of her face. The cock head was like a hot mushroom cap.
Daddy gripped the base of his shaft and guided the cock head inside his daughter's mouth. It was thick, and stretched the corners of her lips.
He gasped and squirmed as the member was taken by mouth. At first, only the cock head entered. Annie lowered her head and took him deeper into her throat.
He rubbed the cock head against the roof of her mouth. Her tongue was strong and alive and limber as it caressed the underside of his shaft.
Caroline moved behind her, kneeling behind Annie, with her face turned toward the girl's buttocks, which still were pink and tender from last night's spanking.
Annie gasped as Caroline's tongue glided over her bottom.
Caroline gripped her step-daughter's hips, her fingers sinking into soft flesh.
Her masses of long black hair rubbed caressingly against the backs of Annie's thighs. Her mouth moved downward, to Annie's pussy.
If anything, Caroline was even a better pussy eater than Daddy. Perhaps it was because she was a woman, and knew just where and how a female needs and loves to be kissed and tongued and licked in her sensitive sexual parts.
In any case, it made it difficult for Annie to concentrate on her delightful task of pleasuring Daddy with her mouth.
Annie fought the waves of ecstatic sensation which Caroline's lips and tongue sent through her pussy, waves which threatened to sweep her away.
Daddy's buttocks lifted off the bed as he moved his hips in response to the rhythms of his daughter's bobbing head.
In a choked, straining voice, Daddy told Annie that he wanted her to swallow his semen when he came in her mouth.
His orgasm came soon. He moaned and held Annie's head in place.
The girl was startled by the explosive violence of his semen spurting inside her mouth. She almost gagged, but quickly recovered herself.
She had never taken a male with her mouth before. She didn't know what semen would taste like. But it couldn't be bad. It was Daddy's own precious essence.
She gulped it down like medicine, swallowing it as it spurted from the swollen, twitching penis in her mouth. She milked her daddy dry.
Some of the semen stayed on her tongue and teeth. It tasted oily-not bad.
Daddy was very proud of his little girl's dutiful submission to him, and to the voluptuous brunette he had taken as his wife.
A few strands of semen clung to Annie's chin. She wiped them with the back of her hand when Daddy's cock was withdrawn from her mouth.
Annie was in a delirious fever of pleasure. She did not rebel as Daddy's big hands pushed her down on her back. Caroline straddled her face, and Annie's tongue burrowed deep in her step-mother's pussy, satisfying Caroline.