Robert Vickers - His daughter_s keeper

"Why am I doing this? Because I want to see how Mr. Strong will react to you!"

With a powerful motion, he spun the girl around and forced her down over the back of a chair. The white ruffled skirt flounced up and dye used his hands to hike it around her waist. Exposed to his eager gaze was her softly rounded ass. The garter belt neatly outlined the half moons and the white stockings hinted at virginity. But she wasn't a virgin, dye found as he drove his erect cock into her cunt from behind. She struggled as he fucked her, but he was strong. He could control her.

He gasped as he fucked faster in and out of her clinging cunt hole, then his prick spurted out its load of jism. He creamed in her cunt until his prick was too limp to stay in. He quickly turned and left the girl still over the back of the chair.

The dark haired beauty managed to get her feet under her and spun around to face the empty room. She let the tears of frustration ooze down her cheeks. What was she messed up in here? This weirdo dresses her up like a bride, then fucks her like a rabbit. She rubbed across her silken covered snatch and surprised herself when she found she was hornier than hell.

Less than a minute passed until the door opened and in walked a woman dressed all in black. The startling contrast of her red hair and green eyes made the combination seem all the more sinister. All the woman wore was a high corset with her tits poking out above, a garter belt – black – and black silk stockings. Her flame colored bush was bare and dotted with tiny dew drops of cunt oils. It was obvious she was highly aroused.

"I have watched you with dye," said Carole. "I think Mr. Strong will be pleased at your performance. But you must be the complete newlywed with mm."

"What's going on here? Who are you?"

"I am Mr. Strong's woman," said Carole proudly. "It's a position I worked hard to attain. And I'm sure you will want to please him as much as I do myself."

"You think he'd like me like this?" the girl asked uncertainly. She was so confused. It was hard to figure out what was real and what wasn't. The fucking wasn't faked. Not the way her pussy still yearned for the feel of a hard fucking cock.

"I think he will love you like that. Now, let us go to the bed. There is so much I want to show you."

Carole took the young girl to the bed and carefully biked up the full skirts to expose her flowing pussy. A quick lick told her that the girl enjoyed a lot of mouth love. And it was only a few minutes before Carole convinced her to return the favor. Together, on the bed that had once held her captive, Carole ate pussy while hers were being eaten out.

She had come a long ways. And for Mr. Strong, she would go a long ways farther.