Robert Vickers - His daughter_s keeper

Her respite didn't last, for long. The ponderous cock slowly reinserted and fucked powerfully into her bowels. She'd thought the first time was bad. This was even worse. The vibrator had convinced her inner tissues to relax and return to their original shape. His telephone pole thick cock spread those rubbery membranes again and created the same pain she'd felt the first time he'd fucked into her butt.

She felt drained of all emotion. Yet the ability for him to hurt her badly still existed. There was no sense of thrill when his prick violated her cherry-asshole. No sensations such as when Clive had tucked her spread through her body. She was tense but not excited, not like before. The worst pain imaginable kept coming and making her feel miserable.

"Tighter, damn you, squeeze tighter around my prick!" he demanded. "I'll have to show you to obey me!"

The riding crop whistled through the air. She flinched as the rough leather rod landed across her snowy white shoulders. Tossing her red hair from side to side didn't help in avoiding the rain of blows onto her back. He seemed to know exactly how she would move, how she would struggle. Nothing helped her as the blows continued.

As before, the pain changed subtly and aroused her anew. The man's cock didn't do it the pain did. She hated herself for responding to him like that but it was better than feeling nothing but cold, dead nothingness inside the way she had before.

"Better," he said, "much better. Squeeze harder around my cock. Make that asshole of yours act like a hangman's noose. Tighter! Ummmm, shit! Yes, that's what I want!"

She cried openly now. Everything was working against her and she knew she was totally lost. The pain in her hands had died to a dull numbness. The bent feelings in her belly worried her. She might be permanently folded like the centerfold from a magazine. But the vibrator and the cock kept hammering away at her senses, refusing to let her rest, continually pulling and stretching and threatening her.

He fucked with long, bold strokes now. The girl's asshole had given up the battle to keep this male invader from her shit chute. It tensed now and then as he fucked her ass, but it was only a token resistence. The friction of his entry burned and stimulated the tiny ring of anal muscle.

As her insides expanded again to take the thickness of his cock, an idea came to the girl. If she could get him off in a hurry, he would have to leave her alone. If she could drain all the jizz from his balls, he'd lose his erection and not be able to fuck her again for hours and hours. What had he said about Clive? That she'd robbed him of his erection?

She didn't know much about the mechanics of the thing but she did know that it was hard for a man to get another hardon soon after fucking and getting his rocks off. The pain swelling in her guts was almost more than she could tolerate, but she tried to keep thinking coherently. It was all that would save her.

Tensing as he drove in only created waves of searing red pain in her mind. She leaned to relax as his surging cock filled her to the breaking point. Only when he tried to pull out of her softly yielding body did she tense up. Her asshole clamped down with impressive force around his cock.

"Slit," she heard him groan. "That feels like a guillotine on my cock. How'd you do that, girl?"

She couldn't answer. The words were all jumbled up in her mouth and throat. She sucked in as deep a breath as the corset allowed her, then exerted all her power to hold that cock in her rectum. The rubbery flesh of her asshole squeezed down and fit around his prick like a surgeon's glove around a hand.

Every contour of his mighty battering ram of cock could be felt. She sensed the pulsing big blue vein on the top of his cock as well as the cleft head of his glans. Every tiny blood vessel along the sides of his prick made her bowels chum with excitement now as she gripped tighter and tighter on the retreating cock.

She felt his prick give a mighty leap while still buried in her body and she thought he might be coming. Some trick he used stopped the flood of jism, however. He kept fucking and she redoubled her efforts to get him off as fast as she could. Only when his prick went flaccid inside her body would she be free of his brutalizing treatment. There was an obscene little pop as his prick slipped all the way out of her asshole, then the man cried out, "I don't believe it! For a virgin chick, you sure know a hell of a lot of moves. Maybe you'd been lying to your old man. Maybe you're not as inexperienced as he thought you were."

She tried to shove her ass back to meet his incoming thrust. The faster she got him fucking, the more friction there would be. While it hurt like someone driving a white hot poker into her ass, she knew it would rob him of his iron control. The faster she got him off, the better she would like it in the long run.

"It… it's rising. My come is inching along my cock. You're pulling my jism from my balls. Shit, I never felt anything like this before when I buggered a chick."

She relaxed as much as he could while his prick raced up her spine. Then she got the idea of breaking his cock off inside her. She could move her hips in a small circular motion; she did. Tensing her asshole and clamping down on his entire buried length, she began to roll her hips in a provocative motion just as she'd use if she'd been walking down the hallway back at her high school.

It must have worked, at least a little bit. He pulled out of her with more power than ever before. He didn't seem to trust himself to stay resting inside her rectum any longer.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, girl, but that ass of yours is getting hotter by the second."

That was what she wanted to hear.

She tried tensing and relaxing her muscles all along his prick to give him the most sensuous massage he'd ever received. She found it hard to control her own actions as long as the vibrator worked mindlessly at her pussy, but she did her best. And that was very good indeed. The man was hardly out of her asshole before he came hurtling back in.

And she met him with everything she could give. The prickly hairs on his upper thighs pressed through the thin covering the panties gave her ass. Her entire asscheeks were alive with inner fire now from the whipping he'd given her earlier. That warmth seemed to spur her on to even greater activities.

Her body went berserk. She felt her inner membrane squeeze and release every single inch of his prick. She seemed to be able to suck him even deeper into her asshole. And when the heat and tightness got to him, his own hips erupted in a frenzy of activity.

He fucked her ass with wild abandon. Nothing was holding him back now. He drove that thick spike of hot cock flesh all the way up into her ass. The girl tried shoving her hips back to meet the incoming cock but the chair prevented it as did the controted position he held her in. But that didn't matter. She rapidly sensed the buildup of friction between his prick and her shit chute and before she knew it, a hot gush of come spewed into her asshole.

He whitewashed her insides all the while he was fucking her butt as hard as he could. She could hear his harsh panting and grunting. Hands clenched hard at her waist, almost pulling off bits of her flesh. And all the while his prick shot out bullet after gooey bullet of jism.

She wished she could get off on this fucking like she had when Clive had taken her. There didn't seem to be any way she could, though. There was no real excitement, no thrill, no participation in the fucking. She was captive and all this was being done to her. Even though the same thing could be said when Clive had fucked her like a bitch in heat, it had been different.

She took every inch of Mr. Strong's geysering prick and then simply hung over the edge of the chair, exhausted. The sexual tensions in her body gnawed away at her. The feel of so much man meat entering and leaving her ass had awakened something in her, but it wasn't desire. She felt sexual tension that could only be laid to rest by a good, hard fucking, but she doubted if Mr. Strong could do it.