Chapter 4
Yes, my daddy fucked me!
First - when my cherry was broken - I kind of went numb between the legs, in my pussy, so I couldn't feel anything at all.
Or maybe I fainted for an instant - I don't know.
My mind blanked out, and when I came back, Daddy lurched on top of me, his sweaty fleshy body covering me - His cock pumping in my pussy.
I was being fucked by Daddy!
At first, he went slow, with slow sliding strokes. His weight was heavy on me, though he took some of it off by putting weight on his elbows.
His cock rooted around in me. I felt like I was being pulled out along with it when Daddy drew back his cock.
He pulled it out about halfway - held it there... then pushed it back in.
He did it some more. After a while, I must have gotten stretched out, or used to his thing in me.
It moved easier in me, although it was in really tight. Daddy moved faster. When he thrust into me, my whole body, not just my pussy, shook from the impact.
Daddy was like some great fuzzy-furred, hot-bodied beast on top of me. He got eager and thrust harder and faster.
I was glad that I excited him.
After all, many beautiful, full-bodied women had shared his bed. I know - 'cause I had done plenty of peeping.
But Daddy was turned on by me.
No model with a flawless face and long legs, no big-busted actress, had ever excited him any more than I, a skinny underage kid, was doing.
But then, none of those beauties was his flesh-and-blood daughter.
I can't say that it felt all that great the first time - the fucking, I mean. Having my pussy eaten had been pure pleasure.
Having my cherry cracked was pleasure and pain combined, and I was sore and scared and couldn't give my all for the fucking.
But Daddy didn't seem to mind.
In fact, I wouldn't be at all surprised if he was turned on more by my not being experienced. That excited him.
As his passion increased, he must have let himself go, and he began pumping into me hard and fast.
I just can't tell you what it was like, being taken and used by that great big hard hung Daddy of mine!
He wheezed for breath - his lungs heaved -his wide chest got even wider, and his big back swelled as he panted.
His cock lurched into me again and again, like it was scratching a maddening itch. Even though I still was kind of numb between the legs, I felt the heat of his cock.
It was getting hotter and hotter and I knew that pretty soon his cock would reach the melting point.
A few more strokes - Ah, that did it!
Daddy slid his cock on home to me, plunging deep into my pussy, cramming it deep, so its head was stuffed way up inside me.
This time he did not pull back for another stroke - this was it!
Inside me, Daddy came and came and came!
Creamy come spurted from his cock at high pressure. I cried out in surprise when the first wad spurted into me.
Then more gushes followed.
Each time he spurted, Daddy's cock shook like a cannon, squeezing off some more sticky wetness inside me.
Daddy hunched on top of me, over me, palms pressing the mattress, raising his upper body, which shook with strain.
He looked like a seal trying to lift himself out of a pool. Strain shook all over his body, which was tight, rigid.
His come soaked into my sore pussy, soothing it with thick cream...
"Ahhhhhhhhh... " And that's how I lost - threw away - my virginity.
My daddy made me a woman!
Still, I wondered what he'd say, and do, if he could see me now - all tied up by myself, whipping my ass with a belt, and pulling on the ropes to make me come that much faster!
And I was very close to coming...
I whipped away at my ass. My orgasm was close, real close. I got too wild, though, and one end of the doubled belt slipped from my hand.
Without holding the belt doubled, I couldn't strap my ass with those hard, stinging hits. But it didn't matter - I was coming!
Orgasm hit me. I doubled forward, hugging myself, lowering my head down. My face was all red and scrunched up from keeping myself from yelling out loud from how hot and good it felt!
My pussy was on fire from the rope's friction. The fire swept out of control, sweeping over me.
I shook and squirmed from my orgasm, the ropes cutting into my tensed body, chafingly irritating my soft seething parts.
Then the orgasm passed, and I slumped forward, pressing my sweaty forehead to the mattress, gasping for breath, sweat rolling off me.
And then -The door opened.
My bedroom door opened - but it was locked! I knew I had locked it! I froze.
The door was open all the way now. Standing in the hall, looking in, was Emory Todd and Becky, the upstairs maid.
"See!" Smiling, Becky pointed at me. "See, Mr. Emory, I told you that she was up to no good!"
Becky was in her middle twenties, a tall, busty, long-legged brunette. She was all smiles, loving it.
Emory Todd was the major domo. All staff servants addressed him formally as "Mr. Emory." He was boss of all the servants, and in charge of smoothly running the household.
He was. older than Daddy, very serious, a grave man.
He was cool. Becky was scandalized, shocked, and thrilled, and showed it all on her face. She just about hopped up and down.
Emory kept a poker face, but he looked, too.
"Eeek!"
Screeching, I put one arm across my tits to cover them. My other hand covered my crotch. I flopped on my back.
"Look at that, Mr. Emory!" Becky hissed. "Did you ever see the like?!"
I should have screamed, "How dare you!?" and kept on screaming until they went away. But I was tongue-tied, numb.
"Go about your duties, Becky," Emory Todd said. "I shall attend to this!"
"Yes, Mr. Emory!"
"Say nothing of this to any of the others."
"Oh no, Mr. Emory, of course not! You know me! I won't say a word, no, not a peep! You know I can hold my tongue!"
"On your way, girl."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Emory!"
Becky stuck her head into my room, leering at me.
"Miss Rochelle! Shame on you!"
"That will be quite enough, Becky," Emory Todd said. "Go about your duties, I won't tell you again!"
"No, sir, Mr. Emory! I mean, yes, sir!"
Becky took one last look, then went on her way, sweeping off with a flourish of her skirt and petticoats, her strong shapely stockinged legs flashing.
Emory Todd entered my room. In one hand he held the skeleton key which had allowed him to open my locked door.
Had he done that under normal circumstances, I would have insisted that Daddy fire him on the spot. And Daddy would have done it, too.
But I was in no position to make demands.
Not when I had been caught!
Caught - naked, self-bound, and playing with myself!
Emory Todd closed the door behind him, locking it once more from the inside. Then he strolled over to my bed.
I squirmed on my back, trying to cover my titties and my pussy.
He was tall, and bony, and middle aged. He had a bony skull and a long raw-boned face, with jutting cheekbones, deep eye sockets, a long crooked nose, a tight thin-lipped mouth. Thinning gray hair was combed back over his scalp. His forehead was high, shiny. He didn't get much sun, and his flesh was grayish-white. He was correctly dressed in a spotless dark suit, white shirt, tie. He looked like a hellfire and brimstone preacher, or an undertaker.
Yes, that's it - like an undertaker!
He was always so serious and unsmiling and correct. A real stickler who made sure that everything done in the house was done just-so. He walked softly. His voice was low, never grating. He was the straightest of the straight.
Humiliation crushed me.
To have Becky catch me like THIS!
I told you that Daddy has an eye for the ladies. He figures when he's going to have servants, they might just as well be attractive.
Becky, with her mane of chestnut-brown hair, attractive face, and lush body, was just the type Daddy went for.
I was sure that she was jazzing Daddy. Her duties as upstairs maid were kept light. Other staff members, in service longer, had much more work to do, but I hardly ever saw Becky labor.
I suspected she did her duties in Daddy's bed.
And to have her catch me like this - !!!
I was so humiliated! I prayed she wouldn't tell Daddy!
But Becky already had gone.
Now, Emory Todd stood at the bedside, looking down at me. I covered myself as best I could.
I thought of rolling on my tummy to hide my pussy and titties, but then I would have shown my self-strapped ass, all marked with red.
Emory Todd cleared his throat.
"Good afternoon, Miss Rochelle."
He was cool as a cucumber, like he was serving afternoon tea.
"E-E-Emory!" I gasped. "What are you doing?!"
"I might inquire the same of you, miss. Becky reported hearing strange noises coming from your room. I thought it best to investigate."
"I - I'm all right. Please leave, Emory!"
"Did you tie yourself up, Miss Rochelle?"
"Get out of here!"
Leaning over, he slapped my face.
His palm cracked my cheek. I was more stunned than hurt.
"That will be all of your impertinence, you silly little bitch!"
"Emory! You hit me!!!"
"Yes. It was most enjoyable! I believe I shall do it again!"
"No, don't, please - " SMACK!
"Owwww!"
Since my hands weren't tied, I could raise them to my head, to protect it.
All the while, Emory Todd kept the same poker face. He looked away from me to the night table.
He picked up some of the rope strands which I hadn't used. He found one that was about three feet long. Taking hold of it in both hands, he ran it through his fingers.
I rubbed my cheek where my face was slapped. My titties flashed their stiff nipples. I kept my hand over my crotch.
"As usual," he said, "your performance is sloppy, Rochelle."
Rochelle - not "Miss Rochelle."
"You failed to do the job properly," he said.
Was he crazy?!? "Wh-what job?!"
"The job of binding yourself. Clearly you need instruction, teaching which I shall be only too happy to supply you with!
"Your hands, for instance," he said. "Th are not in restraint!"
He reached for me.
His hands were big, with raw bony fingers, big knuckles. Covered with thin fine black hairs.
He took hold of the hand which was clamped down on my pussy, covering it, and he pulled it off.
He saw my naked pussy, with the rope running up between the slit, all wet and juicy.
He turned me over on my tummy.
"No! Don't!"
He rolled me over, pausing when he saw my marked ass.
"Ahhhhh... what have we here?" "Nothing!" I moaned.
"Nothing? I think not! Someone s warmed up your sassy little bottom, miss!"
"Emory, have you gone crazy?!"
"You tie yourself up, and strap yourself -that is what you did, yes?"
"No!"
He picked up the blue belt, which lay in a corner of the mattress where I'd let it fall while I played with my pussy.
"I daresay this is what you used, eh, Rochelle? Hmmmmmmm... " He put the belt down, then twisted both my arms behind my back, crossing the wrists and holding them together.
"Emory, what are you doing?!"
"Finishing the job which you started, Rochelle!"
He tied my hands behind my back, tightly. When he was done, I strained and tugged at the ropes and couldn't make a bit of headway.
Then he turned me and rolled me back on my back. This time, my bound hands were pinned under me, crushed by my weight.
This time, I couldn't hide my titties or my pussy from him, either!
"Emory, if you don't let me go, right this second, I'll scream!"
"Yes, do that, Rochelle! Scream loudly -that should fetch all the servants! We'll have them all come in and have a look at you!
"Well, what are you waiting for Rochelle? Go ahead, scream! Scream at the top of your lungs, fetch the servants on the run!"
After a long pause, in which I was silent, he said: "So you choose NOT to be 'rescued!'" "What... what are you going to do to me?!" I whimpered.
"No more than you have done to yourself! ...No, wait, that's not really true... there are one or two things I intend to do to you that you would be quite unable to do to or for yourself!
"You're a lost little girl, Rochelle! You need strict guidance and a firm hand to rule you and make you do right!
"It will be my duty - and, I confess, my pleasure - to supply you with that ruling hand, that guiding light!"
Leaning over me, he put his hands on me. His palms were dry.
He didn't cop a feel or grope me or anything like that. He put his hands under my arms and tugged.
"Up, Rochelle! Up on your knees!"
With him pulling, I got my legs under me. The outside curves of my titties nuzzled his hands as he took hold.
I knelt on the bed with my legs folded under me. My bottom pressed the backs of my heels. My bound hands wriggled.
The rope really pressed my pussy, rubbing it roughly.
Emory put me so that my knees pressed the edge of the bed. I faced him standing at my bedside. After he positioned me, he stood up.
"Not only did you neglect to bind your hands," he said, reaching for his fly, "But you neglected another important item!"
"What - what's that?!"
"A gag!"
He opened his fly, reached in, fumbled around, and pulled his thick limp cock out of the open flyhole.
Taking hold of the jerking twitching cock, he said: "I have just the thing to plug that pretty little mouth of yours!"