Author Unknown - Glenda gets hers

He varied the path of his blows, directing the crop up between her legs a few times, snapping it skillfully across the tender lips of her labia. Glenda uttered blood-curdling howls each time the crop stung her swollen snatch.

Explosions of masochistic ecstasy seared through her loins, and she sobbed and writhed, the tie twisting and burning against her throat, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her pussy juice trickled in honeyed rivulets down her legs, soaking her net stockings.

"Yeah! You like your big, masterful stud of a father tanning your hide, don't ya, slut?" Rupert panted thickly, bringing the crop down hard. "Feel my power, bitch! Feel my raw, animal power! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

Glenda's body jerked and quivered, mingled pleasure and pain stinging through her reddened buttocks, making her hot pussy twitch wetly.

Rupert strode up to her, panting hard. He clapped his left hand hard against one of her red-striped buns, making it smart with fresh pain as he dug his cruel fingers into the tender, creamy flesh.

"Learned your lesson yet, cunt?" demanded the Police Chief.

"Y-Yes, Daddy! Y-Yeeees!" wailed Glenda.

"Hmmm. We'll see about that," he snarled gruffly, sliding the riding crop lewdly between her legs, brushing the tip of it against the velvety folds of her labia.

Abruptly, he tossed the riding crop aside. With deft fingers, he unknotted the belts which secured her to the bed posts. Glenda whimpered, sinking to her knees on the carpet, her cuffed hands drooping between her legs.

"What do you mean by reading this filth, girl?" Rupert demanded harshly, grabbing up one of the porno magazines and slapping Glenda across the face with it. "Huh? Huh? You're nothing but a dirty whore, ain't ya, bitch? You're a conniving, sneaky, spoiled little whore, living high on the hog off your father's money while you let every Tom, Dick and Harry fuck you like the dirty harlot you are!"

He slapped her face none too gently, and Glenda squealed, her cheek smarting warmly. The sight of her hulking stud of a father, looming above her like a uniformed God, was almost enough to make her swoon.

She saw the hot, savage flames which burned in his glowering eyes. She saw the way his muscles bulged beneath his clothing. She saw that extra large bulge in his pants, throbbing lewdly against his trouser leg like a rigid snake…

Rupert drew his gun. It gleamed malevolently in the candle light. It wasn't loaded, of course, but it was still frightening. He waved it in front of Glenda's face, then jabbed the blunt snout of the gun against her puffy lips.

"Suck my gun, girl!" roared Police Chief Farrell. "Milk this cold, steel phallus! This is the phallus of law and order! You've probably sucked every other phallus in Potter's Bluff! Now it's time to suck this one!"

Glenda gurgled as she slurped at the cold steel barrel of the gun. Rupert pumped it back and forth over her warm pink tongue. She looked up at him with big, angelic hazel eyes, little bubbles of saliva frothing at the corners of her humming, suckling mouth. It was the kind of sight which drives a gut nuts with lust…

He pulled the gun from between her lips and tossed it onto a chair. Quickly, he started to undress. His dark pants were tucked into black shiny boots. He dragged his pants down to the boots, leaving them there.

He unbuttoned his blue tunic and shrugged it off. Underneath, he wore a guinea tee shirt, baring his incredibly brawny arms and a good deal of his powerfully muscled chest.

What a body her sexy father had! Glenda stared with child-like delight at it, cooing softly. Thick tufts of black hair escaped over the neck-line of his form-fitting tank top tee shirt.

His pectorals were solid globes of bulging, beefy muscle. His arms were huge, with cantaloupe-sized biceps and ham-like hands. Tattoos adorned his thick upper arms.

Glenda swept her eyes down to his lower body, and shuddered in excitement. Rupert's legs were strong and hairy. A set of musky, baseball-sized nuts swung meatily half-way to his knees.

His belly was starting to thicken just a little, and was very furry. From a thick, crinkly nest of coarse black hairs, Rupert Farrell's horse-cock erupted like a truncheon, jerking savagely up and down in the air as manly lust surged through his naked loins.

His cock was eleven inches long and thick as Glenda's wrist. Ropy veins latticed the pulsating, corrugated shaft of Rupert's member. His cock-head was blunt and heart-shaped, about the size of a child's list. A dewy droplet of clear moisture leaked from his fat glans, glistening like a bead of transparent mercury.

"Now it's Daddy's turn, bitch!" Rupert snarled thickly. "Daddy's gonna get something for all the trouble he put into raising you, you Goddamn cocksuckin' whore!"

He took off his cap long enough to peel out of his tight tank top tee shirt. Tossing this garment onto the bed, he plopped the cap down on his bullet-shaped head and stood mightily in front of his kneeling daughter.

His powerful legs were splayed apart. His pants and undershorts were bunched around his boots. He flexed his huge muscles, and Glenda shuddered, watching them bulge like belts and slopes of steel beneath his hot, hairy flesh.

The tie still dangled from Glenda's neck, laying between her healthy knockers. Rupert grabbed the end of the tie and jerked on it roughly, dragging Glenda forward.

He pulled her towards a big armchair in the corner of the room, forcing Glenda to scramble frantically forward on her knees to keep from choking. When he reached the chair, Rupert sat on it, splaying his knees wide, jerking Glenda up between his legs.

"Suck Daddy's beefy man-breasts, Glenda!" Rupert ordered harshly, gripping a handful of her hair and shoving her face against his heaving chest.

Glenda moaned hoarsely, greedily mouthing and lapping at the furry mounds of her father's flexing pectorals. His paps grew rigid as hot rubber rivets as she circled them with her warm lips and suckled like a baby.

"Uh huh! Milk on Daddy's pecs, Princess! Yeah! Nurse on my beefy tits, you fuckin' whore!" Rupert snarled thickly.

He clamped his sweaty paws around the full, creamy mounds of Glenda's boobs, kneading them roughly, scraping his thumbs over the exposed buds of her nipples.

Lifting one arm, he dragged Glenda's gasping face up beneath it, smothering her in the sweaty hollow.

"Suck your father's hot armpit, cunt! Suck it clean!" Rupert muttered thickly.

Glenda gurgled, the blasting heat of his pungent armpit swamping her senses, making her eyes and mouth water with bitch passion. Sluttishly, the handcuffed red-head licked her father's hairy armpit, tangling her taster in the thick, greasy fur, savoring the tangy, smoky flavor which burned in her mouth.

Farrell's chest was heaving violently as he panted with lustful excitement. He twisted his fingers in his daughter's hair and roughly jerked her head down between his legs.

"Now it's time, Glenda!" he roared harshly. "It's time to wrap those hot red lips of yours around your Daddy's bull-meat!"

Licking her father's strong, hairy thighs, Glenda Farrell was drunk with wild, hedonistic passion. She purred and whimpered, loving it when he tugged savagely at her hair and ordered her to do things with his deep, harsh voice.

She loved the hot, pungent scent of her father's crotch. Shuddering, she ran her rose pink tongue in long, wet licks up and down the sturdy shaft of his eleven inches of horse-cock.

She twined her taster around the bloated, twitching tube steak, purring sluttishly as she curled her sulky lips around the fat, blunt cock-crown, taking it in her mouth. She was trembling in excitement as she milked on the pulpy dick-knob.

Her jaws strained slowly apart in order to accommodate the mammoth dimensions of her father's manhood. Slowly, she suckled her way down the thick, veiny shaft, curling her licker in a delectable trough beneath his throbbing member.