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Papa's Little Puta

By: Ahabscribe



Okay, this story spun out of control and became a wild and crazy ride. There's incest involved but also a lot more. I suspect this will be a story that you either love or hate...no middle ground. I look forward to hearing your comments!

As per usual, this is a work of fiction and all characters are imaginary, existing solely within the story and my imagination. Enjoy



You would think as in much trouble as I was in, that I might at least act a little remorseful and respectful, but I really didn't care. My father might be royally pissed off and Monsignor Carella might have been expressing doubts about the future of my immortal soul, but I really didn't give a shit. My demeanor as the three of us sat in the Monsignor's office pretty much reflected that. 

I sat slumped on the sofa, watching the two of them discuss my behavior with my already too short green plaid school dress hiked way up my thighs so that as I shifted my legs restlessly, one could catch glimpses of my panties. My arms were crossed underneath my breasts, helping to lift them up even more than the push-up bra, exposing a great deal of cleavage as my blouse had several buttons undone.

Papa was sitting stiffly upright in a chair in front of the Schoolmaster's desk. You could tell how agitated he was by his body language. His whole body was clenched so tight you could have bounced a quarter off him. Monsignor Carella was agitated as well, but his was betrayed by his jittery movements and constant puffs of his cigarette in between irritated glances at me on the leather sofa to his left.

"It goes without saying that Amanda is expelled permanently, Mister Herrero," the monsignor said in his gravelly voice. "In addition to ruining the career of one of my best priests and teachers, there are indications that she may have compromised one of our nuns...Sister Victoria." He paused and looked at the papers in front of him. "Her Latin teacher." 

There was a moment of silence violated only by my slight giggle and I smirked at my father as he glanced over at me, his dark skin suffused with blood in his anger and embarrassment. I dropped the smirk, but didn't look away from my Papa's burning gaze. I don't care that what I did is considered wrong. I am not ashamed of what I did or what I am.

"Is there anything else?" my father said in a low, hoarse voice between clenched teeth.

Monsignor Carella shook his head and said, "I don't think so. You can press charges against Father Vincent, but...Amanda is eighteen." He hesitated and then said carefully, "And I assume that...with your current situation, you would prefer to keep this quiet."

My father stood up suddenly and the schoolmaster flinched, tensing up until my father said, "Yes...I agree and this is of course not the first time Amanda has behaved...so disgracefully." He offered his hand to the monsignor who shook it with relief visible in his old and ugly face.

We exited Monsignor Carella's office, me looking over my shoulder to throw him a sexy wink. In the outer office, we passed his secretary who frowned at me disapprovingly and past a middle-aged priest, sitting in a hard backed chair with a disconsolate look on his face. As I reached the door, I called out, "Goodbye, Father Mike. I'll miss our little...study sessions." I waved at him, enjoying his anguished expression – one that still had lust etched on it amidst the shame.

"Amanda!" snapped Papa, not looking back as we descended the staircase and were out the door. Papa's SUV was parked at the curb – the logo of his 'Club Stallion' painted on the doors. Two large suitcases were sitting beside it. "Get in," Papa said brusquely. I climbed into the front passenger seat while he loaded my stuff into the back. He didn't say another word as he got behind the wheel and with an angry squeal of tires took off, leaving Saint Joan's Academy behind...forever.

Papa didn't say a single word to me for the next hundred miles as the flat farmland of Indiana passed by us. We were across the Ohio River and into Kentucky before he made a sound...soft mutterings under his breath. We were south of Louisville before I could make out a single word. "What's that you said, Papa," I said with a teasing tone. "You'll have to speak up."

"PUTA!" he screamed at the top of his voice. "You goddamned fucking puta! Tres times you've been kicked out of good schools...expensive schools." He pounded the steering wheel. "I didn't raise my daughter to be a fucking puta! You shame me, Amanda!"

I rolled my eyes and replied, "Please...Papa, you're not one to be throwing stones. I know what you do for a living and you want to pass judgment on me?"

Papa slammed his hand down on the steering wheel again. "I am a businessman. I run a nightclub...nothing more!"

I snickered and replied, "Sure, with a bunch of topless waitresses, strippers and what...ten or fifteen hookers turning tricks out in those little shacks behind the Stallion!"

My father stared at me and muttered, "It's not the same...you...you just fuck because you are a slut." He turned his attention back to the road and shook his head. "Just a fucking puta..."

I wanted to laugh, but chose not to, recognizing that my father was near his breaking point. And he hated it when I turned what he did back on him to defend my shameless activities. Now the truth is, I am a puta...a slut or whore if you will. I've devoted my young life to sex. I can't get enough of it and at nearly nineteen years of age, I've done more nasty stuff than most women five times my age. I adore cock and I have an appetite for pussy that's nearly insatiable. 

Papa...well, I'll give him credit. He is a hard working man. His parents came over from Mexico illegally as migrant workers and he was born here, rising up from absolute poverty to carve out his own self-made fortune. In his early twenties, he worked up enough scratch to buy a seedy little bar outside Louisville and within five years, had made it one of the most popular nightclubs within a hundred miles...his 'Club Stallion.' I'm sure if you haven't heard of it, you've seen the logo – a colorful line drawing of a stallion with a naked woman on it's back...the stallion's mane and body discretely covering up most of her attributes.

'Club Stallion' features topless waitresses – all with large breasts and strippers, most of whom turn tricks in small shacks behind the club, along with several working class girls who do nothing else but fuck for money. Papa's into other things as well – he does some gambling and maybe a little smuggling and I guess he also launders money for some business associates. It's all very lucrative and Papa keeps the local law on the take and rarely has legal trouble.

"You fucked a priest, Amanda," Papa said suddenly, snapping me out of my reverie. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I shrugged and sat up in the passenger seat, my move dragging my schoolgirl skirt up nearly to my thighs. I saw Papa's eyes glance down at my brown thighs and that sent a naughty thrill through me and I didn't bother to tug my hem back down. "Father Mike is sexy in an older guy sort of way," I said with a giggle. "Kinda like that Nolte actor. He was so...innocent, I don't think anyone had ever given him my kinda confession before. I think he came in his pants that first time. And when I confessed that I wanted to suck his cock, he couldn't say a word...not even when I slipped into the confessional and sucked him off for the first time. I think he hadn't had a good cum in years. I never had a man give me so much semen."

"FUCKING PUTA...SHUT UP!" Papa screamed, nearly running into oncoming traffic. "What is wrong with you!"

"Hey, you asked, Papa!" I said with a laugh. "Father Mike was such a lovely man and he had such a lovely cock! I loved having him inside me in those evenings he tutored me in Calculus." I giggled and added, "Hey, you'll be happy to hear that I brought my Calc' grade up from a 'C' to a 'B+'!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, PUTA BITCH OR I'LL SHUT YOU UP!" Papa screamed as he suddenly waved a fist in my face. I let out a gasp. Papa had fussed and screamed at my escapades before but he'd never threatened me with violence. I felt scared for the first time with Papa, but strangely enough, it kinda turned me on.

I shrank away from my father in the seat, turning until my back was against the door. I felt the air conditioner on my legs...cool air flowing over my panty clad pussy and realized my dress had ridden up even higher. Papa's SUV swerved over to the right, the rumble strip making noise in warning for several seconds as Papa stared at me...or more specifically, stared at my exposed crotch...my little white bikini briefs tight against my mound.

"Fuck," Papa murmured as he steered us back into our lane, his jaw clenched as he stared ahead as he drove. 

Several minutes passed and I watched as we passed up the exit that led home – our nice McMansion in the nice subdivision in the town where I'd grown up. "Hey, Papa...we're not going home? I sat up a little as I added. "Where we going, Papa?"

My father didn't answer me, keeping his eyes on the road, the muscles in his cheeks twitching as he ground his teeth with such force, I could hear them. Four miles on, we took another exit and then after a couple of turns, I realized he was heading for his nightclub. Dusk was just about to slip into darkness, but quickly we could see the bright and blinking neon signs of "Club Stallion ahead. "Hey, Papa, why are we going to the bar?"

Papa didn't answer me, but fished his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and punched a number. "Mallo? Si. Es el numero quince todavia vacio? Bueno, tu y Hernan verme alli en una hora." Papa spoke Spanish like a native, but I had to struggle to make out what he said. Mallo was one of his workers...a big, scarred guy who was both sexy and scary. I think Papa wanted him and another of his people Hernan to meet them at 15 something in an hour.

Papa slewed through the parking lot of Club Stallion, barely reducing speed, racing around the club itself and down a lane of small wooden cottages...three of which had porch lights lit. He proceeded down the lane and braked hard to stop in front of the last one. "Papa, what are you doing?"

My father ignored me as he climbed out of the SUV, but then he was opening my door and he reached roughly across me, his arm mashing into my chest as he undid my seat belt and then he grabbed me by the arm, his fingers painfully strong and dragged me out of my seat. "Papa!" I cried as he pulled me to the dark cottage, holding me with one hand while he unlocked the small building's door. "What the fuck are you doing, Papa!"

He flung the door open and dragged me inside, flipping on an overhead light. The room was barely more than maybe twelve feet by twelve feet and held two wooden, straight back chairs and a queen sized bed. Another door stood off to the side. "Papa?" I said...a sudden ball of cold fear manifesting in my stomach.

Papa flung me onto the bed and then turned to close and lock the door. Turning back to me, his face was suffused with rage as he tugged off his jacket. "You want to be a fucking puta, Amanda...fine...be a fucking puta!" he snarled as he began to unbutton his shirt. But...Madre Dios, I fucking made you and you'll be my fucking puta!" He draped his silk shirt over one of the chairs and kicked off his shoes. The harsh light of the overhead bulb seemed to overemphasize my father's well muscled arms.

"Papa...what do you think you're doing!" I cried out, my heart suddenly in my throat. 

I clambered off the lumpy bed...my blouse suddenly pulled loose from my plaid skirt and tried to rush by Papa, but he was too close and he grabbed hold of me and before I could react, he ripped my shirt open, buttons flying everywhere and then shoved me back on the bed. "Omigod!" I moaned. "Papa...I'm your daughter...we can't...can't..." 

I lost my voice as my father unzipped his slacks and shucked them off, revealing that he was wearing white briefs and that they contained something big...something swollen. "You're a puta...you like fucking anything, Amanda," Papa sneered as he tugged off his underwear and his long, thick cock sprung free. "Any dirty slut who would fuck a priest would fuck her papa!"

My father climbed up on the bed, his erection pointing the way, even as I backpedaled until I felt the wall behind me. I never felt more scared or excited in my life. Papa was a stocky man...not too tall, but his 5'8" body was all muscle...scars from his years in a teenage gang marked his body as did a fearsome wolfs-head tattooed on his lower torso...it's tongue hanging out as its eyes stared at me lewdly.

Then Papa was on me, pinning down my struggling arms as he pushed his knees between my legs and spread my thighs. One strong hand reached out and I felt the bra straps digging into my shoulders before there was an audible snap and he ripped it off me, freeing my firm and upright breasts. For a long moment, my papa stared down at my naked tits, a look of both wonder and apprehension in his eyes.

"My little puta," Papa hissed as he dropped his body onto mine and kissed me, this tongue wet and sloppy on my mouth and then in my mouth. I was in shock and barely responded to his kiss and then as my tongue finally began to respond to his as he ran it over my lips and then my cheeks in a way that made me feel like what I imagined a cheap whore would feel.

As Papa licked my face, his right hand stole down between our nearly joined crotches and again, I felt a burn-like sensation as my father ripped my panties apart. "No, Papa...we can't do this," I whimpered as I feebly beat my fists against his rock solid back. "I'm your daughter...your little Amanda."

I felt Papa's tongue teasing my ear and then in a menacing whisper, he replied, "You're my nasty little puta, Amanda and I'm going to fuck you silly!" Papa's fingers slithered across my sex and then inside me and the room seemed to spin as he said, "And you want it, you fucking whore...your pussy is hot and wet...muy hot and wet...PUTA!"

Papa rose up on his knees and his hands took me by the ankles and he spread my legs up and wide and even as I begged him not to do it, my father positioned his long, thick cock against my pussy lips which some little part of me perceived were thick and spread wide in a blossom of arousal. I tried to deal with the reality of the moment. My father was about to rape his daughter, but...is it rape if knowing your father is going to fuck you makes you as wet and hot as I was?

"Please," I whispered, not sure if I meant, 'please don't rape me, Papa' or 'please, stick that big cock inside me, Papa!'

There was a moment where Papa's eyes seemed to clear and his face softened and he whispered, "Mi Amanda...I love you!" But as his eyes focused on me, seeing me there with my plaid skirt up around my waist and my 36C breasts naked with nipples already swollen nearly to bursting and my long, dark, curly hair spread out on the bed around me, his expression became one of utter lust and he again hissed, "Puta!" and then my father rammed his cock into my wet pussy!

It is almost impossible to describe the sensation of having your father's erect penis plowing into your pussy for the first time. Sure, I'd had fantasies about it before, but I never imagined that my father would ever even consider it. I'm sure I've had bigger cocks and longer cocks, but feeling Papa's hard erection sliding into me, spreading me open felt like nothing else. The shock I felt was physical and chemical and surely emotional as my body responded to his assault with such intensity that I was nearly at orgasm before I felt his coarse, wiry pubic hairs scratching against my pussy lips.

"PAPA!" I screamed as my hands now clawed at his back, nails ripping into his wife-beater T-shirt as my mind registered pain and pleasure and then something greater than pleasure as the full realization that this was my father fucking me and that I fucking loved it! Papa ground himself against me for a long moment, the head of his cock hitting my cervix and then he abruptly withdrew halfway and rammed his cock home again and again.

Each stroke of Papa's cock nearly took my breath away and he quickly proved to be relentless, fucking me hard and fast with brutal efficient thrusts, squelching my cries with his mouth, kissing me roughly, mashing his lips against mine with lusty force. I writhed with pleasure beneath him, knowing I was being fucked by someone who was supremely confident in his abilities...showing no awkwardness and no hesitancy to pound my pussy hard. 

It couldn't have been more than two or three minutes before my first incestuous fuck sent me hurtling over the edge of a tremendous orgasm, my pelvis flying upwards to meet Papa's cock as my body convulsed with ecstatic pleasure. Then in the midst of my climax, Papa suddenly pulled out of me, his cock withdrawing with a loud and moist 'pop' as I cried out in dismay.

My still quivering and pleasure wracked body was suddenly jerked up as Papa wrapped his fingers in my long tresses and yanked me to my knees. "C'mon, puta!" Papa snarled. "Let's see if you can suck cock as well as you brag!" In my sudden disorientation, the room seemed to spin and a surreal feeling came over me as I found my father's erect and throbbing cock was slapping my face, leaving wet streaks of my own pussy creams on my cheeks...the smell of his musk and my cunt saddening thick in my nostrils!

Papa's fingers intertwined in my hair tugged me closer and I opened my mouth, trying not to choke as my father rammed his cock forward, the thick head suddenly trying to worm its way down my gullet. As my mind tried to process that I was sucking my father, I let myself revert to a form of lewd autopilot, fixing my eyes on Papa's face as I began to roll my tongue over his shaft, licking and sucking at Papa as he fucked my face, slowing his thrusts by lovingly sucking on his cock head as he withdrew, massaging his fine cock with my full, thick lips...the blessing of my mother's Mayan ancestors.

"Sweet Jesus," Papa whispered as he let me gradually take over...his fingers letting loose of my locks as his arms fell to his sides and he let his head fall back with a groan as I slowly and sweetly sucked his cock to the best of my ability. Again, knowing this was my father...feeling it instinctively in the weird and delicious sparks that the feel of his cock on my lips and tongue generated , aroused me as no man had ever been able to do before. I could feel my pussy juices running from between my spread labia, splattering the sheets and making my thighs slick.

Suddenly, Papa snapped out of whatever reverie my oral loving was producing and withdrew upbruptly from my mouth and then grabbed me and spun me around and shoved me down onto my hands and knees. "Gonna fuck you, now, little Puta...going to make you scream!" Papa's hands spread my meaty ass cheeks and I moaned as I felt the saliva covered head of his cock nudge my asshole. It wasn't my first go-around with anal sex and I was prepared for pain, but Papa was rough and forceful and no sooner did I feel him press his cockhead against my anus that his fingers dug into my cheeks and spread them wider and with one quick and brutal thrust, he rammed his cock up my ass.

I screamed so loudly, I could feel my throat burn and knew I would likely be hoarse the next day as Papa's cock forced its way up my anal passage. I felt my body spasm in reaction to the pain that like the incestuous pleasure I'd already experienced, was enhanced by the fact that this was my own father fucking me up the ass!

My body seemed to go limp under Papa's sexual assault, my face flat against the mattress which felt damp from my own juices, my arms sprawled out wide as my fingers spastically clawed the sheets. Papa had one hand wrapped around my waist, holding my hips up as he hammered his cock home again and again and then I felt his fingers in my hair again and he was yanking my head back...back...back, until I could feel his hot breath on my back and shoulders.


Papa's Little Puta



"My little baby puta...how she liking it? How's my puta daughter liking her papa fucking her?" Papa hissed in my ear even as the tremendous pain began to evolve...it's hues shading to something closer to pleasure.

"I...Mother of God...I fucking love your c-cock, Papa!" I moaned as I tried to gather enough strength to begin thrusting back...wanting to show my father how much I enjoyed being fucked by him. As badly as I wanted it, I couldn't find the strength and then out of the blue, an anal orgasm flared and spread and I was screaming as pain and pleasure melded into something beautiful. Papa let me collapse forward again, his hands cupping my breasts, punishing my erect nipples, twisting and pinching them violently – letting that sweet pain fall like gasoline onto the pyre of my orgasm that seemed to be consuming me from the inside.

My pussy exploded without external help and I yelped like a dog in the midst of coupling as my cunt seemed to pucker and then ejaculate one...two...three streams of my juices as incestuous pleasure overwhelmed me. Then Papa bellowed like a raging bull and thrust hard and deep into my bowels, falling atop my collapsing body as I felt him baptize my ass with his hot seed – a flood of steaming semen filling up my anus. My asshole felt like it was aflame with liquid pleasure...an ecstasy that soon filled my body and then overwhelmed me as I screamed, "PAPA!" over and over again until the black spots swimming in front of my eyes expanded and everything went black.

I swum in sweet oblivion for what seemed an eternity and then found my way back to consciousness by following the sounds of voices...Papa's voice being one of them. I opened my eyes and discovered I was still lying face down, mostly naked atop a bed that smelled of sex and sweat. I shifted just enough for my muscles to complain and then a dull, warm ache from both my cunt and ass that reminded me of the incredible fucking my own father had just given me.

I turned my head to see Papa, mostly dressed talking to his associate, Mallo. Papa was wearing pants and his shirt again – the shirt hanging open to reveal the sleeveless undershirt. Mallo was dressed in black denim jeans, a ornately embroidered silk shirt and a leather jacket. His hair was combed back, ending in a short pony-tail, leaving his heavily scarred face exposed...his eyes barely visible in a squint. A cigarette hung from his lips as it always seemed to be and as if he sensed my slight movement, he turned and stared at me – his face betraying zero emotion.

Papa followed his gaze and then stepped closer to me. "You're awake, Amanda...good. You got work to do, you little fucking slut!"

"Papa?" I murmured, sitting up, crossing my arms across my chest to hide my naked breasts.

"You want to be a puta...fine, my daughter is a puta," said Papa. "But, you work for me, Amanda and believe me, little girl, you will work your fine little ass off." He turned back to Mallo and said, "Tres and then you and Hernan. She gives you any problems, beat the shit out of her." He held up his hand spreading his fingers out and then pointed to the tall, scary man. "Tres, Mallo and then you and Hernan." Papa turned to me and said, "You do whatever the fuck Mallo tells you to do. You're my puta now so be a fucking good one."

Mallo nodded as my father turned, grabbed his jacket off the chair and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Mallo turned his terrible gaze back to me, reminding me of the sharks I'd once seen at the Cincinnati Aquarium. In a harsh, sandpapery voice, he said, "Go get a shower...Hernan will be here in twenty minutes with your first."

"My first what?" I replied, trying to summon as much defiance in my voice as possible.

Mallo grinned and it was all I could do to not piss on myself. "Your first trick, puta...go get cleaned up. The Stallion has a reputation for clean whores." When I stared blankly at him, he pointed at the door in the back of the room and murmured in his menacing voice, "Haul ass, puta...do it now." 

I gathered all my defiance to me and climbed off the bed, letting my hands fall away and shrugging off the torn remnants of my clothing. Staring at the huge Mexican man in front of me with more fortitude than I truly felt, I stalked off to the bathroom which turned out to be a small cubicle with a toilet, a shower stall and a sink. I found a towel and body wash on a shelf next to some equipment that I recognized was for douching. Quickly, I took a shower, shivering under the water until it warmed up and cleaned myself, spreading my cheeks to flush out my father's semen deposited deep in my asshole. 

As I washed and then tried to make something presentable out of my hair, my mind tried to sort out the events of the last few hours. I had been expelled from another private school – bringing the number to five schools I'd been tossed out of since Mama had passed away four years ago. I don't claim for an instance that that was why I loved sex and being so scandalous, although perhaps it was an underlying factor, but as I had already said, I love to fuck!

Papa had farmed out his oldest daughter to these private boarding schools, separating me from him and my two little brothers who were now ten. As my escapades had increased, so had the distance of my schools. I climbed out of the shower and discovered a cheap, full length mirror hanging on the back of the door. I paused for a long moment and took measure of myself.

Not quite nineteen, I had a very mature, almost lush body. My skin was the color of coffee and cream, nearly flawless from head to toe. I had full and upright breasts – 36C with dark brown nipples at the center of puffy and dark aureoles. My waist tapered nicely down from my full chest with just the hint of a rounded belly...the kind that I already knew tended to inflame men's lust, before flaring out into a pair of rounded hips that were a little bigger than I preferred – my solid thighs framing a thick and tightly curled mass of pubic hair that I used to keep trimmed, but also discovered that men loved when appearing wild and unruly...doing a earth goddess thing for them. My legs were long and lean, more muscular than shapely and I loved wrapping them around a man or woman's waist as we did the nasty. 

I'm prejudice, but I think I fairly radiated sex and I smiled at my reflection in that I was sexy enough to lure my father into fucking me...something that my mind was still trying to wrap itself around. Oh, sure, I had had my fair share of daddy fantasies and I'm sure my attraction to older men...teachers and priests was born of that, but I never really thought my father would consider me in such a light. I ran a hand though my long and wild hair and whispered, "Papa's little puta." A tremor ran through me...partly pleasure and something I couldn't define. 

A loud rap at the door brought me out of my reverie and I heard Mallo snap, "It's time, Amanda...get your slutty ass out here."

I took a deep breath and stepped out of the room naked as the day I was born to find Mallo standing there with a middle-aged couple. "Oh...hello," I said in a soft, almost shy voice.

"Oh goodness," the woman said, "She's lovely." She and the man resembled each other – both being nearly the same height and her hair only slightly shorter than his. Both were dressed like yuppies – he in khakis, dress shirt and a sleeveless sweater and the woman in a sweater and khaki skirt. Behind framed glasses, her blue eyes were wide with excitement.

"She'll do fine, Mallo," the man said in a soft voice, his eyes roaming avidly over my naked body.

Mallo grunted and said, "Stay as long as you like...we charge by the hour." He leered at me and turned and walked out the door.

For a moment, we all just stared at each other, but finally, the woman stepped forward, saying, "What's your name, dear?"

"I'm...I'm Amanda," I replied as she extended a hand towards me. I felt a little foolish when she bypassed my extended hand, expecting her to shake it, but instead she reached out and cupped my breast – caressing it gently before rubbing her palm over my still swollen nipple.

"So lovely," she murmured as her hand began to explore me, running up along my neck and stroking my cheek before running down my back. "I'm Marilyn," she said as she brought her other hand up to caress my other breast before slowly trailing fingers down over my stomach and then through my tight curly bush.

"I'm Tim," said the man behind her as he slowly began to undress, quickly and efficiently stripping himself naked, never taking his eyes off us. He dragged one of the wooden chairs over and sat down. He was breathing a bit funny and his cock seemed to twitch a bit, but didn't become erect..

Marilyn's hands were very knowledgeable as they caressed me and even though they were both complete strangers, I found myself quickly becoming aroused by them. "I'm naked and your...husband is naked. Can I undress you, Marilyn?"

The woman pursed her lips in a bit of a frown as if it was a stupid question, but she replied tersely, "Yes, Amanda...please." As her fingers continued to flutter over my naked body, I quickly pulled her sweater over her head, revealing smallish breasts in a white bra. It was a front loader and I undid it and pushed the bra off her shoulders. Her tits were cupcake size with no sagging even though close up, I'd have guessed her to be about fifty years old.

I palmed her breasts, feeling her small, but very erect nipples rub tautly against my palms. She reached down and did something to the waistband of her skirt and it fell away to pool at her feet. She was wearing a pair of white cotton bikini panties – a dark circle staining the crotch. Marilyn was slender with some definition to her arms and legs...obviously a woman who made an effort to take care of her body.

"Get on the bed, Amanda," she said in a tone that demanded obedience. She tugged off her panties to reveal a neatly trimmed little bush above her pussy and as she climbed onto the bed, I could see her labia spread slightly, revealing wet, pink flesh. Marilyn kissed me forcefully as her hands clamped down on my shoulders, her tongue slipping into my mouth – demanding my tongue. I kissed her back, sighing slightly into her mouth as our tongue met and began to dance.

As we kissed, her husband began to masturbate, watching our movements avidly. When Marilyn ended the kiss, she whispered, "How old are you, Amanda?"

I murmured, "Nineteen," as she leaned down and ran her tongue over my hard nipples – not sure why I told a slight fib. Nineteen was still a few months away.

Marilyn turned and looked back at her man. "Did you hear that, Tim? She's nineteen, just like our Rebecca!"

Tim groaned and as he began to stroke his cock faster, replied, "Then show her...show Amanda what you'd like to do with Rebecca!" His cock was slowly swelling in his busy hand.

Marilyn turned back to me, taking off her glasses and dropping them gently onto the floor. "I want to do a six...sixty-nine with you, Amanda. I want us to lick each other!"

I grinned and said, "Okay...I'm all over that!" Before I could say anything else, Marilyn's hands took hold of me and pushed me down onto my back on the mattress. She deftly swung her body around, throwing her leg over me until her trimmed mound was over my face. Long, thin labia were spread and I felt sprinkles of hot pussy juice splash on my face as she slowly lowered herself. I raised my head, my tongue extended and she cried out, "Yes, Rebecca...lick Mom just like that!" as I ran my tongue the entire length between her cunt lips. Then her crotch was grinding into my face, pushing my head back to the mattress and then I felt her shift as she squirmed on my mouth and then there was a long, wet snake licking at my pussy!"

I moaned appreciatively as the older woman began to eat my already well fucked pussy, my body quickly shivering with delight as she ran her tongue around my pussy that Papa had fucked not an hour before. I felt her fingers spreading my lips apart and her nose and lips caressing and kissing my wet flesh as her tongue delved deep into my cunt, making me croon happily with sexual delight. This Marilyn definitely knew what she was doing.

Marilyn wiggled her hips on my face, mashing her slippery cunt against my mouth as I tongued her and teased at her slender and long clitoris as it emerged from it's hood, all eager and pink. She cried out with pleasure as I teased her clit with my tongue, her moans muffled as she groaned into my cunt.

I felt the mattress sag and without actually being able to see, knew that her husband had joined us. "Fuck her, Tim...fuck our little Rebecca just like you've always wanted to do!" Marilyn moaned, her entire body quivering with excitement and pleasure as I kept lapping at her juices which steadily flooded my mouth and face.

"So lovely," I heard her husband moan over and over and then as Marilyn slathered her tongue over the folds of my pussy, I felt a knob of flesh probe my labia and then her tongue seemed to be meeting something long and hard as it slowly pressed into me. "She is soooo wet," Tim cried out. "So incredibly hot, Marilyn!"

I squealed with pleasure, my body stiffening with the ecstasy of Marilyn's tongue teasing my clitoris as Tim sank inch after inch after inch of cock inside me! He wasn't nearly as thick as Papa, but he was long and rock hard. "Marilyn sobbed, "Perfect, Tim...just perfect...fuck her, Daddy! Fuck your little girl!"

Doing a ménage a trios with this middle aged couple was freaky sweet enough, but being a part of their little incest fantasy sent me over the edge as I played proxy for what I assumed was their daughter, Rebecca. I felt my orgasm swell and then burst in a tidal wave of ecstasy that washed over my entire body, heightened by Marilyn's continued tonguing of my pussy while her husband fucked me, each stroke coming quicker and more forcefully than the last.

It sent Marilyn over the edge too, especially when I spread her tight ass cheeks and began probing her puckered hole with my thumb...not really penetrating but teasing her. She cried and then giggled and then with a terrible shudder, began grunting - a series of deep, "Uh-Uh-Uh" noises as her pussy showered my mouth and chin with an explosion of cunt cream.

Suddenly, Marilyn was falling away from me and Tim leaned in, his lean body descending onto my mine as his hips were a blur, pounding me with his cock while he began to kiss and lick my face...echoing Papa's earlier actions and again, making me feel lewd and tawdry like a sexual object to be consumed. He seemed to enjoy licking my face clean of his wife's pussy juices and then he kissed me, sharing her pungent taste as his tongue roiled and coiled around mine.

Tim began fucking me with what I can only describe as military precision...a quick, steady and furious pounding of my pussy that sent me over the precipice of orgasm a second time as I writhed in complete and utter happy lust beneath him with my legs spread wide – kicking like a newborn as each hard thrust just added to my sexual delight. On a whim, I used my best 'little girl' voice and said, "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your little Becky and fill my belly with your baby seed!"

Tim's eyes widened and his entire body seemed to be galvanized as he stiffened and drove deep into my womb, gasping, "Love you, Rebecca!" and then he was cumming inside me and then we were both moaning and crying with pleasure as he spurted wad after wad of hot semen into my cunt.

Finally, with a grunt of effort, the middle-aged man pulled out of me and rolled off – his still hard cock waving in the air, shiny and dripping with our combined leavings. Marilyn moaned, "Want it!" and scrambled up, straddling his legs with her knees as she took him in her mouth and began to suck him noisily, pausing only to murmur encouragements to him while I caught my breath. "Keep hard, darling...stay hard for Momma!"

Tim groaned wordlessly, his body jerking as it was nearly overloaded from the sinful sensation of his wife furiously sucking his very sensitive flesh. I give her credit...Tim did not appear to be losing his erection. Satisfied that he would stay stiff, Marilyn rose up and said in that imperious tone, "Now fuck me, husband! Fuck me while I eat our little girl out!" Marilyn moved swiftly from straddling her husbands legs to climbing between my still widespread thighs, kneeling and thrusting her face into my cum-filled pussy!

I arched my back with wordless pleasure, thrusting my hips upwards to grind my crotch against Marilyn's hungry mouth, reveling in her appetite for pussy and semen. For a moment, I imagined one of my best friends doing this to me and nearly fell into orgasm again as I imagined that it was Papa's seed she was licking out of me! I felt the bed shift again and opening my eyes, I saw Tim kneeling behind Marilyn, his torso slapping into her ass cheeks and then as she sobbed into my pussy flesh, I realized he was fucking her now – his eager thrusts forward driving her mouth harder against my well fucked cunt.

The bed creaked loudly...the mattress making muted noises as it hit the wall again and again. Time seemed to stand still as the three of us were locked into a strange triangle of shared pleasure. Marilyn had an orgasm that was urged along by my sighing, "Eat me, Mom...eat my pussy, Mom!" as well as her husband's hard steady pounding of her pussy that went on and on.

"I'm going to cum, Marilyn," Tim said after what seemed a lifetime of sexual bliss. His face was a scrunched up concentration of control that was badly slipping.

Marilyn lurched forward and then off me as well as slipping free of her husband's cock...long and hard and purplish with need. "Cum on Rebecca's face...CUM ON HER FACE, TIM!"

With a groan of need, Tim scrambled forward until he was sitting on my chest and then after a single stroke, he began to shoot his hot semen into my face...a long, thick spurt splattering my long Mayan nose and lips...the next spraying hot cum from forehead to chin. I felt my pussy quiver on the edge of a orgasm as he hit me with streamer after streamer of his fresh sperm until finally his ejaculations became weaker and ended.

Marilyn was at his side and the two looked down at me like proud parents looking at their child. "Lovely, isn't she, Tim?" the woman said softly...her eyes sparkling as she imagined that my cum covered face was that of her daughter's.

Tim nodded and a single tear ran down his face as he murmured, "Thank you, Amanda...you were perfect – better than we could have dreamed."

Both climbed off the bed and I began to move, but Tim held up his hand and said, "Please...stay there...let us look at you as we get dressed." Neither one said another word as they slowly pulled their clothes back on, their eyes always on me, staring at me with something akin to both love and lust. 

Only when they were at the door did Marilyn say anything. "I hope we can have you again, Amanda...that was the best time we've ever had."

I grinned and said, "I hope so too!" They left without saying another word and I just lay there for a few minutes...Tim's semen slowly cooling on my face...spreading slowly across my face.

The door opened and Mallo was there, talking into his cell phone. His Spanish was so rapid fire that I couldn't follow it. He studied me with a fearsome yet professional eye and said, "She'll be ready." He closed his phone up and said, "Don't bother with a shower, just get on your hands and knees and face the wall." 

He smirked as I climbed up...blobs of semen hanging from my chin – stretching down and then breaking to splatter against my chest or onto the bed. When I opened my mouth, Mallo put a finger to his lips and said, "Shhhh, puta – not a word." He moved towards the door and said, "Your next customer likes it dark and anonymous...don't get too scared. He won't hurt you." He reached over and flicked off the light and then stepped out, closing the door behind him.




Papa's Little Puta



The room wasn't completely dark...there were shadows that flickered as the neon signs from the other side of Club Stallion flashed on and off, but still, I felt more than a little unnerved. I was kneeling in the dark, a man's cum dripping off my face and not sure what was coming next.

Several minutes passed and then I tensed up as I heard the door open. Shadows moved across the room. I heard someone breathing and I wanted to speak worse than anything, but Mallo had said 'not a word.' Soft, but heavy footsteps made the floorboards creak. The person's breathing became heavier amidst the rustle of clothing being removed. I shivered as I waited, the wait becoming almost maddening and to my surprise, arousing! I felt my pussy quiver with anticipation.

Finally, I felt the mattress shift as someone climbed into the bed...their breathing now very rapid...taking air through their nostrils which made a whistling noise. Then there was someone's hot breath on my back and I sensed someone behind me...then a hand, rough and hard resting on my back, slowly tracing up along my spine and then under my tangled and still sweaty hair. The hand ran along my shoulder and then touched my face, his fingers smearing into Tim's sperm still smeared on my face. I heard him grunt a little in surprise, but then his fingers were forcing their way between my parted lips and I decided he wanting me to suck them clean and I quickly and eagerly did so.

His hand moved down to my throat, his fingers wrapping firmly around my neck...not choking, but sending a thrill of fear through me anyway. Applying pressure with his hand, my mystery visitor pulled me upright on my knees and then was pressing me against him...his body like iron and I felt chapped lips kissing my shoulder, brushing my hair back with his free hand so he could nuzzle my neck. His free hand then came down and cupped a breast, kneading my firm tit and then pulling on my erect nipple, stretching it out in front of us.

I felt him shift and then felt something solid and enormous brush against my thigh. At first I thought it was his leg and then it jerked, brushing against my sex and I gasped. It was his cock! I moaned as I tried to process what I thought I'd felt as a cock. It couldn't be...no-one was that big! "Shhhhhh," a voice whispered in my ear, smelling of cigarettes and beer. He released my breast and with his other hand still around my throat, guided me back down onto my hands and knees.

His body clung to mine and I felt him hunch a little and again, something solid and fleshy brushed and then pressed into my labia. I began to cry out, but was silenced as his fingers squeezed ever so slightly around my throat, as I felt something huge and blunt push into me...my labia stretching to wrap around it. 

I wanted to struggle...to push him away, but his hand quelled all my resistance and I tried to focus on his thick cock. No, thick was the wrong word...he was wide...immensely wide. Objects flashed through my mind as I tried to find a possible comparision. Beer bottle...no. Wine bottle...close, but no. Soda can...no. Then the image of a can of beef stew popped into my mind...that really popular brand and I gasped...closer, but maybe a bit too big. Then I cried out as it felt like my cunt was being stretched to the point of tearing as he slipped into me. I felt him wiggle his hips as he slowly wormed his massive penis into me and then with maybe two or three inches wedged inside me, I felt his pubic hairs brushing my labia and I gasped again.

My god...this fucker was thicker than any man I had ever known, but wasn't quite three inches long! The image of a family sized can of tuna flashed through my mind and I would've laughed but it hurt too damned much! Slowly, my mysterious man began to hunch against me, holding me firmly around the neck as he didn't thrust as much as he more rocked back and forth with me impaled on his short but thick cock.

My pussy felt like it had been spread wider than humanely possible and he could only move fractions of an inch, but after a few minutes, the pain began to evolve...becoming first heat and then gradually a burning sort of pleasure. My lover or customer...whatever he was, fucked me steadily, making little noise beyond breathing heavily against my back. As my own pleasure increased, he didn't seem to mind my own grunts and groans of pleasure, but when I started to voice my ecstasy in words, his fingers tightened slightly around my windpipe and brought me to the precipice of choking which frightened me badly at first, but then began to excite me...making me understand as never before that razor's edge between sex, violence and death.

By the time, my thick dicked lover began to puff and then explode with a massive torrent of hot semen inside me, he'd quasi-choked two orgasms out of me, squeezing to just shy the point of cutting my air off and enhancing my orgasms in a thrilling, yet creepy sort of way. His climax sent me off a third time and I coughed and moaned as I felt him cum and cum and cum. It was as if he'd been saving it up for years...swamping my insides with an unbelievable amount of fiery sperm...making me feel waterlogged...or should that be jism-logged?

His withdrawal from my cum filled pussy was nearly as painful as his entry – his hand slightly squeezing my throat as I mewled with both pleasure and discomfort as he wormed his way free, finally coming free with a loud, moist pop. He kissed me on my bare shoulder one last time and released his deadly grip and I collapsed onto my stomach as he eased himself off the bed. He never said a word as he dressed and then slipped out the door, leaving me with legs splayed – face down on the now sweat and sex soaked bed. I think I dozed off as I tried to process this latest adventure

Then the light was on and I turned my head and squinted upwards just in time to see the looming figure of Mallo hovering over me and then he slapped my ass hard, making me squeal in surprise and pain. "Time to get up, puta! No sleeping on the job." He grinned toothily and said, "Time to meet the Pig!"

With muscles groaning, I tried to swing my legs around him to stand up. "I know, I know...go take a shower." 

When I tried to stand up, Mallo reached out and managing to touch both my breasts with his huge hand, shoved me back down. "Naw...not for the Pig...he likes his whores to be messy." He laughed and said, "Just one of the reasons we call him the Pig!"

There was a knock at the door and Mallo grunted, "Come in!" 

He walked over to greet a large, heavy set man. They bumped knuckles and then the fat man moved gracefully around Mallo to eyeball me. In the harsh light, he could see the drying smears of semen on my face and tits and for some reason, I spread my legs a little so he could see my previous customer's semen slowly oozing from my cunt. "Oh my!" he squealed in a fairly shrill voice. "It's as if she was just fucked and she's lovely to boot!"

Mallo grunted and replied, "Fifteen minutes ago, Pig-Man. I think she's just what you've been waiting for." The fat man just nodded and grinned as Mallo slapped him on the back and left the room. The fat man...the Pig giggled and began to undress and I realized there might be another reason they called him the Pig. My eyes grew wider as he shed his clothes, revealing a body that was hairier than any man's that I've ever seen...much of it looking bristly like that of a wild hog. His back and legs were as hairy as his chest and only his cock seemed to lack hair, although it jutted out from a mass of pubic hair wilder than the hairiest of women's that I'd ever seen.

"Goddamn, but you're a nasty cunt, aren't you?" he said in a girlish voice. "I bet you love being fucked...being filled up on hot cum!"

Not sure if I should respond or not, I decided that a proper puta would tell the customer what he wanted. I spread my legs a little wider and rolled my hips at him. "I am the nastiest puta you'll ever meet. Bring that big ol' cock over here and show me what you can do!"

He giggled again and climbed up onto the bed. I barely had to time to take a deep breath before his body was crushing mine, dropping his full weight on me as he kissed me and then began licking at the semen drying on my face. His cock...maybe six inches long, hunched along my thigh, but he didn't seem to be in any hurry to put it inside me, focusing instead on kissing and licking my face until he showed me a mouthful of Tim's semen and then fed it to me with his tongue. I felt him grow harder along side my pussy as I scooped the cool sperm off his tongue with my own. When he'd licked my face clean, he raised his hips and we both moved just enough and then he was plunging his cock into me.

I groaned with pleasure – not because he was so big, but because my pussy was unbelievably sensitive after being hard fucked and battered. I foresaw a long soak in a tub in my near future. His body quickly became slick with sweat as he worked hard at fucking me, despite the enormous girth of his belly. His hairy body began to scratch at mine as he rocked back and forth. "Goddamn, girl...feels like you've got the spunk of ten men inside you!" he cried out. "Your pussy is hot and nasty creamy. I love it!"

I confess...before tonight, I might have found the Pig repulsive, but right at that moment, I was loving taking yet another cock in my battered cunt. His hairy body was a bit of a distraction though and so, tired as I was, I decided to do something about it. "Roll me over, lover," I gasped. "Let me get on top and do all the work for you." I rolled my hips up at him and said in a lusty voice. "I can get you deeper inside me that way...let your fine cock get up into my last lover's spunk."

He gave a little squeal which reminded me of the noise of an excited piglet and he grabbed me around the waist and rolled us over...the bed protesting at the activity. Then I was sprawled out atop him and he was looking at me expectantly. Again, with my leg muscles complaining, threatening to cramp, I shifted into a squatting position, his cock shifting a mite deeper inside me, giving us both an extra modicum of pleasure.

Resting my hands on his hairy abdomen, I took a deep breath and began to ride him...my leg muscles swelling with effort as I began to slide up and down his cock. He seemed to like that, especially when he raised his head up to peer at his cock as I slid nearly off it to see pussy cream and my silent lover's semen coating his dick.

"Nasty whore...you love your cock, don't you?" he damn near purred as I rode him. And he was right. I could see it in his eyes how hot and dirty I appeared to him – I could envision how I looked, my firm tits slightly bouncing as I slid up and down his erection, my mouth gaping open as I slowly built to another orgasm, almost luxuriating in the pure delight of fucking!

"Cum in me...give me your sperm, baby," I cooed. "I want it inside me...getting all mixed up with all the other hot jizz inside me!" 

I wrinkled my nose at my customer and he grinned with such pleasure...like a baby being tickled and then his face went slack and his eyelids fluttered and he made an odd grunting noise and then I cried out as he flung his heavy body upwards, driving his cock as deep into me as he could before we both eased down as his cock jerked inside me and began to shoot hot semen into my womb. Already on the verge of orgasm, I came again, crying out softly as I played with my tits while I ground my cunt against his crotch.

The Pig gave a long, satisfied sigh and then he seemed to get his second wind because he reached out and urged me off his cock, moaning, "Sixty-nine...NOW!" I came off and with his hands guiding me, spun around until I was lowering my cunt to his mouth even as I took his cum covered cock in my mouth. I licked the fat man's penis clean of our juices while his tongue sent little tremors through me as it delved deep between my pussy lips, sucking at my cunt like a vacuum cleaner.

Suddenly, he pushed me off his plump body and as I fell onto my back, he rose up and brought his head to mine, his thick fingers holding me still as he opened his mouth and let his semen mixed with my juices slowly drip out of his mouth...falling mostly into my open mouth. I wasn't surprised. This wasn't my first snowball, but then he let the hot, slippery mixture ooze onto my cheeks and across my forehead...almost getting into my eyes, but I closed them just in time. Then he was bouncing off the bed as I wiped and smeared our leavings on my face. "You were absolutely wonderful!" he cooed. "I can't wait to do you again, you naughty slut!" He was busily getting back into his clothes.

I sat up, wiping my eyes and forehead clean of semen and pussy cream and smiled gamely at him and replied, "Anytime," before I gave him one last thrill by sucking the juicy mess off my fingers.

He'd scarcely left the room before Mallo came in – that evil smirk on his face. "Take a shower, Puta...get nice and clean for your next visitors." He must have seen how weary I looked after having serviced...what, three men...no, four if you count Papa, and one woman, because he said, "One more bit of fun and you can get some sleep, Amanda."

I nodded and crawled off the bed, feeling a little wobbly as I walked slightly bowlegged to the bathroom. The hot water of the shower felt good on my body and I cleaned myself thoroughly, thinking about all I had done in the last few hours and wondering if I would have any regrets. It had been strange and wonderful, although despite fucking several strangers, the thing that stood out in my mind the most was the fact that my father had fucked me first. As tired as I was...the thought of having my father buried inside me, made my battered pussy tingle with anticipation that it might happen again.

I heard noise in the main room and after trying vainly to comb the tangles out of my long, curly locks with my fingers, I took a deep breath and stepped back into the room and came to an abrupt stop. "Omigod!" I whispered, both in surprise and in prayer. Mallo and Herna stood naked looking at me.

Hernan stood about five foot, nine, but seemed a dwarf next to Mallo, who was like six foot, eight inches tall. Hernan was lean and wiry with a long, thin cock that was erect and raring to go. He grinned at me with gaped teeth and said, "Look at you, Miss Hot Pussy Puta!" His naked body seemed to gleam as if it were oil which seemed to match his personality which I thought of as a being kin to a weasel.

It was hard to pay attention to Hernan with Mallo naked in the room – his already frightening aspect seemed even more scary naked. His body was a mass of hard muscle apparently stitched together with many scars. Between tree-trunk thighs hung a cock that belonged on a horse and my cunt puckered a little with both hunger and fear at the prospect of having that inside me. I suddenly recalled he and his wife coming to our house for dinner when I was younger and I remembered that she was a tiny thing...barely five feet tall and always smiling. I wondered if I was looking at the reason for it.

"Come here," Mallo muttered and I found myself unable to resist and then I was between the two men and they had their hands on me, caressing me and probing me, groping and mauling my breasts and spreading my ass cheeks...fingers exploring holes both blossomed open and tightly puckered.

Mallo muttered something rapidly in Spanish and Hernan was pulling me onto the bed. "Let's do it doggy, puta!" he muttered and I meekly went onto my hands and knees as he got behind me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks. I felt his cock probing around my pussy but scarcely paid him attention as I was focused on Mallo approaching me at the edge of the bed. 

I moaned a little as Hernan slid his cock into me with a happy sigh, but whatever he might have said to me was lost as Mallo said very loudly, "Suck me, Amanda. Your daddy says his little puta has a sweet mouth."

I surprised myself by replying, "Yes, sir!" and reaching out and taking his massive cock in my hand...feeling a little shocked as I realized he wasn't even hard yet. Omigod...omifuckinggod, how big would he be when his big dick was angry? I ran my tongue over the plum sized head, tasting piss and sweat and spunk and pussy on the massive digit. I looked up at him with an inquiring gaze.

He chuckled and said, "Her name is Erica...hot little redheaded pussy!"

I moaned approvingly as I took him into my mouth, a thrill shooting through me as I felt him begin to grow in my mouth. It was one of the most erotic moments in my life, seeing and feeling Mallo's cock becoming erect as I licked and sucked on it. I'd had big cocks before, but nothing like this...the word massive wasn't accurate enough. By the time I had him fully erect, I could wrap both hands around his cock with the head in my mouth and there would still be some exposed shaft beyond my hands.

I was conscious of Hernan fucking me, his long cock giving my well fucked and extremely sensitive pussy a very pleasurable screwing, but it was the huge Mexican cock in front of me that captured my attention. I rolled my tongue up and down his shaft and then tongued his balls, his coarse, wiry hair scraping my lips and feeling scratchy on my tongue. I licked my way back up to the huge swollen head and opening my lips wide, I took him in, feeling his cock meat sliding scraping slowly past my teeth and down my throat.

I couldn't deep throat him, but I was proud of the amount of Mallo's monster dick that I could worm down my throat before I began to choke. I began to wonder how he would feel in my pussy and I guess he began to think the same thing. "Come here, puta!" he hissed, reaching down and pulling me off Hernan's erect penis.

He dragged me off the bed, me stumbling, but managing to get my feet under me. I bumped into Mallo or rather, I bumped into that massive cock standing proudly erect against his stomach. "Gonna fuck you, little girl," Mallo hissed as his hands clamped down on my waist and he lifted me up, making me cry out in surprise. He raised me up till I was looking down at his suddenly lusty face and then slowly lowered me down towards his cock which was pointing up at the sky.

"Omigod!" I moaned, my legs spreading without my even thinking about it and then I felt his glans against my labia, spreading them...forcing them wide...wider and then, "FUCK-TOOOO BIGGGG!" I sobbed as slowly and steadily, I felt my cunt being spread and filled like never before – pain competing with pleasure on a scale I had never known before. I wouldn't have thought it possible to have something that big inside me and I could feel my pussy muscles stretching in agonizing protest.

My fingers clawed at Mallo's iron-muscled chest while my legs seemed to spasm as I instinctively spread them wider, trying to make room for the godlike penis impaling my pussy. I felt a hot sweat break out all over my body and I could smell myself suddenly a hundred fold – perspiration and cunt filling the air of the small room. His cock sank deeper and deeper inside me and I had no choice but to let my head fall back as I let out a scream that began in the depths of my soul and even I couldn't have told you whether it was a scream of pain and terror or a scream of utter carnal ecstasy.

"Sweet puta," murmured Mallo. "You have talent, Amanda...a born whore." I came back to myself from a storm of conflicting sensations and realized that my pussy lips were being scratched by his pubic hair and I looked down between our bodies – mine being supported by his massive arms, amazed to see just a hint of his cock between my wide stretched labia. I whimpered wordlessly and then things went a little gray as I began to cum – my orgasm intense and laced with streaks of pain

In the throes of my orgasm, I somehow missed Mallo climbing onto the bed and stretching out with me on top of him, my cunt stuffed with his massive fuckpole, although I have vague memories of sudden jolts of sudden and intense bursts of pleasure that may have been me being bounced around as he moved. I came back to the world to find myself sobbing with pleasure – my tears falling from my face to splatter on Mallo's face as he roughly kissed me – his tongue raspy and rough, tasting of beer and cigarettes as it sought to assault mine. I felt my hips trying to worm up and down on Mallo's erection as I lay on his chest, feeling his heart beating like a great and fierce machine.




Papa's Little Puta



Then I felt hands spreading my ass cheeks and managed to turn my head to see the wiry Hernan crouching awkwardly behind me, his cock jutting out in front of him, still glistening with my pussy juices. Somehow, my cum-addled mind suddenly realized what was about to happen and I moaned in a voice heavy with pleasure and pain, "No...no...you can't...I can't!"

Mallo's hands captured my face between his massive fingers and turned me to face him, an evil, feral grin on his face and he said, "Oh, yes you can, little puta and you will!" His eyes seemed to glow with a maniacal glee as he added, "Your papa's orders, puta!"

My reply was lost in a scream as I felt Hernan press his slender cock against my already violated asshole which yielded quickly to his pressing thrust. My whole body seemed to spasm as I felt his cock slide up into my bowels, only a thin membrane of flesh separating his cock from the mammoth penis of Mallo and I felt a tidal wave of ecstasy wash over me and even though it hurt damn near as much as it felt wonderful, I could only scream, "FUCKMEYESSSSSS! FUCK MEEE LIKE THISSSS FOREVERRRRRR!" before my consciousness seemed to shatter into a million pieces and I was tossed about on a storm of pure lewd ecstasy perceiving only the cocks buried in me fore and aft and the pleasure they were bringing with occasional moments of lusty lucidity as they held me between then, Hernan's lips on my neck and shoulder while his hands fondled my aching breasts when Mallo wasn't sucking or biting my swollen and aching nipples.

I'm not sure if they fucked me for two minutes or twenty...time didn't work as my orgasm seemed endless until suddenly I heard Hernan bellow, "MADRE DE DIOS!" and then begin ejaculating hot semen into my ass and then Mallo grunted and I felt his sizzling seed flood my womb, searing my insides with his fiery semen which sent me into orgasmic oblivion as I gasped for breath and thinking that if this was the moment of my death, it was a good way...no, perfect way to die!

Everything went black and I was drifting on a cloud of indescribable sexual delight, drifting in a carnal dream world and rising close to the surface only once as I felt part of me break free and slowly and wetly withdraw, leaving me weeping in the midst of orgasmic bliss from a sudden sense of loneliness. I was adrift and lost, knowing only that my body seemed unable to stop cumming and I spiraled down into something akin to sleep, quivering from sensations I never thought possible.

#

I woke to the sounds of birds singing and opened my eyes and fell into confusion for long seconds as I looked around. I was in small room with a single window with a ragged shade pulled down, not quite keeping the sun from peeking through. I was alone...sprawled facedown and naked on the bed, suddenly aware that the room reeked...no, I reeked of sex. I started to move and groaned as I felt every muscle in my body protest. Slowly I rolled over and sat up, feeling my hips move through something wet and sticky. I looked down beside me at a massive wet spot on the bed. I touched it with a finger and smelled it. Sperm and pussy.

I shifted a little, spreading my legs slightly and felt the sticky and wet between my thighs. I lightly touched my pussy with my finger, wincing at the sensitivity there and bringing up a streamer of semen that was oozing from between my labia. Suddenly, last night flashed before my eyes...Mallo's face and then Papa's face appearing before me. Oh yeah...it all came back to me. Papa's little puta. I'd fucked what...six men the night before, plus another woman. I felt my nipples harden, aching as they swelled with blood while I recalled all the lusty fucking I had done...my thoughts always returning to the most dominating thoughts of 'I never fucked anything like Mallo before' and 'I FUCKED MY PAPA!'

I suddenly noticed that on one of the wooden chairs, there was some clothes, neatly folded and on the other chair was my bag of toiletries next to a covered plate. Atop the clothes was a note. "Eat, shower and get dressed. Be up at the Stallion by five o'clock...Papa."

I found a slightly cold burrito and an apple under the plate cover and numbly ate them while I noticed my watch sitting atop my bag. It was nearly 4:00. I'd slept all day!

Muscles complaining as I shuffled to the bathroom, I got the water as hot as I could and stepped into the shower, closing my eyes and letting the heat work its magic as I tried to process the previous day. I fucked my father and was happy about it. I knew that in my heart. I had absolutely loved having my father inside me. My father had then turned me out...I had fucked other men (and a woman) for money...at least I assumed they had paid for it...except maybe Mallo and Hernan. I felt my labia tingle at the thought...the memory of Mallo's huge dong and how it felt to be impaled on that monster appendage of his.

After showering, I worked the tangles out of my dark hair, feeling almost human again...just a few muscle aches and twinges and the feeling in both my pussy and ass that a woman gets that tells her she has been more than well fucked. The clothes left for me weren't much. No underwear or bra...just a pair of red short shorts that could almost pass for bikini bottoms they fit so tight, my labia were clearly outline as the clingy material molded itself to my mound. The shirt was familiar – a cropped blue T-shirt with a scooped neckline that threatened to allow my full, youthful breasts to spill out and which also molded itself to my tits...my now very erect nipples almost jutting through the material. With them was a pair of backless three inch heels that some of my friends referred to as hooker pumps or 'fuck me' high heels.

With just a few minutes to spare, I trudged up the gravel lane to Club Stallion and went in through the broad doors that had the silhouette of a big breasted woman riding a bucking horse and into my father's business. In the dimly lit barroom – I first saw Mallo sitting at a table with a cup of coffee – a red-headed woman, topless with huge gourd-shaped tits sitting on his lap. He nodded and said, "Amanda." The woman just grinned knowingly at me, winking as Mallo whispered something in her ear.

"H-hello, Mallo," I replied, suddenly feeling nervous and aroused around the tall, muscular man. "Have you seen my father?"

He waved a cigarette towards the bar itself. As I walked by, suddenly very conscious of my appearance and liking how he watched my half naked body pass him, he said, "See you later, puta...maybe." I had to stifle a moan as I felt a sudden spurt of wetness between my legs and I wondered if I already had a wet spot on my shorts

My heart suddenly fluttered as I saw Papa at the far end of the bar, studying a long strip of paper while another topless woman looked on. Her breasts were high and firm and her bleach blonde hair was done up into a complex tangle atop her head. She had one hand on Papa's forearm and I hated her immediately.

"Papa?" I said softly as I approached. 

My father looked up and his eyes widened slightly at my sluttish appearance and I felt another spurt of arousal between my thighs as I felt his eyes and those of the woman slowly crawling over my body. "Amanda," he finally said. He nodded at the blonde haired woman. "This is Janet...she's my head bartender. Janet...my daughter...the puta."

I felt my face redden at Papa's words as the woman approached me, holding out her hand. "So, you're the famous Amanda. I've heard a lot about you." Her eyes flickered over to Mallo and then back to me. "I'm sure we're going to be great friends, Amanda," she said, stepping up until her breasts brushed against mine...her hard nipples dragging across the jersey cotton of my cropped T. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, her tongue barely teasing my ear as she whispered, "I'm looking forward to getting together with you...comparing notes about some of the men around here." 

She glanced back at my father who had a smirk on his face. Unsure of myself, I said in a small voice. "Nice to meet you too...um, Janet." I looked at my father, uncertain of what to do next. "You wanted to see me, Papa?"

He smiled mirthlessly and said, "Si...come with me back to my office." He nodded at Janet and said, "I reckon Liles will be around in a bit – send him on back when that pendejo gets here." He crooked a finger at me and I followed him back behind the bar and down a narrow hallway and into his office – a surprisingly large room with deep carpeting...a desk, several leather chairs and a leather sofa. He turned one of the chairs around to face me and sat down on it. Since he didn't tell me to sit, I remained standing, again, feeling nervous and aroused as he silently studied me.

I stood awkwardly in front of him, feeling my pussy getting wetter and my nipples aching as they became engorged with blood until finally Papa said, "So...did you enjoy your night as a whore, Amanda?"

I opened my mouth to speak and then stopped, momentarily wondering if the truth was the way to go or if I should act repentant. Then I realized that my father already knew the answer...that he'd known the answer before he sent the first customers to me. "Yes, Papa...I did. I've never been fucked as well as I was last night...beginning when you fucked me, Papa. I loved it. I love you."

The corner of my father's mouth twitched and he almost smiled. "I love you too, Amanda, but...that's neither here nor there. Right now, we need to talk about your future."

I cocked my head and replied, "My future, Papa."

"A puta is what you are...from all accounts and my...personal experience, a good one. The best money makers are those puta who are puta heart and soul." He reached into his shirt pocket and removed a small roll of bills and flipped them at me, catching me off guard and the roll fell apart and I saw several hundred dollar bills fall to the carpet.

"Your cut, Puta...six hundred dollars – my whores get one third of the cut. Not bad for three customers...three high end and hard to please customers. You want to be a puta...do it here. Mallo keeps the girls safe."

I licked my lips and thought carefully as I began to speak. "You're offering me a job as one of your whores, Papa?"

My father nodded and said, "Si."

"I really enjoyed last night, Papa, but..." I hesitated as my father leaned forward as if to better hear what I had to say. "I'd be happy being your personal puta, Papa and just fucking you as many times as I can a day for the rest of my life."

Papa chuckled and leaned back, stroking his thick mustache before replying, "Little puta...don't you know you already are? I made you, Amanda...you came from my seed and I own your slutty ass. I will fuck you whenever I want..." He licked his lips and grinned as he continued, "And I'll want to fuck your fine ass a lot, but you're a puta...you're lying to us both if you think you won't fuck around behind my back...so, this way, you can be the puta you were born to be and make a living in a place where I'll keep you safe."

Suddenly, I felt very weak in the knees and gave in to the urge to fall at my papa's feet. His words, 'you came from my seed and I own your slutty ass' filled me with more desire than I had ever known in my life. I was almost shocked at how much I liked, no – loved hearing those words from my father. "Oh, Papa...I will make you so happy!"

He laughed and leaned forward to stroke my face. "Si, Amanda...you will and your little whoring ass will make us both a lot of money."

I felt that unique charge that his touch brought me and I reached out to touch his crotch and almost moaned as I felt his cock, hard under his slacks. "Papa, I want your big cock!"

He started to reply, but there was a knock at the door. Softly, he replied, "Soon enough, puta, but right now you need to earn your keep." He stood up and said in a loud, tight voice. "Come in!"

The door to his office opened and a man in a sheriff's uniform came in, Mallo hovering behind him. "Sheriff Liles...come on in." He nodded at Mallo who faded away and then motioned for me to stay where I knelt while walking around behind his desk. "Barry...how are you?"

The man walked in, casually kicking the door shut behind him. He was of medium height and struggling with a belly that made his big gun belt buckled around his gut look stupid. He hitched his pants and took off a pair of sunglasses to reveal pale blue and very beady eyes that immediately were drawn down to me where I knelt in a state of complete arousal. "First of the month, Diego. Training a new employee?" He licked his lips while staring down at the exposed portion of my breasts.

Papa smiled and said, "Just defining the relationship. This is Amanda...my daughter."

For a long moment, Sheriff Liles stood there with his hanging open, looking down at me and then up at Papa and then back to me...gooseflesh popping up on the exposed portion of my tits as I felt his eyes crawling over me. Finally, he said in a slightly strained voice, "Gawddamn, Diego! I always knew you were a nasty bit of work, but damn...pimping out your own daughter!" He laughed...a nasty noise and then added, "Looks like one sweet piece of ass and those lips...bet she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch!"

Papa smiled...not exactly friendly and replied, "Amanda made the choice...I just make sure she does it right and that she's safe while she's doing it." He turned around and picked a small, stuffed manila envelope off his desk. "Here you go, Liles...your money."

The sheriff reached out and took it, making it disappear in his pants pocket. "Gracias," he said in an exaggerated accent. "And of course...the usual perks?" He licked his lips after asking his question.

Papa nodded and replied, "Si...like always." He followed the law officer's hungry gaze. "You want to try out my daughter, Liles...be my guest. He pointed to the couch and said, "Get comfortable." Papa turned to me and said, "Puta...give the sheriff your best blowjob!"

I gasped in surprise even as the sheriff muttered, "Gawddamn!" 

I felt renewed heat between my legs amidst both shock and amazement that my father casually ordered me to suck off Sheriff Liles. Still, my own words pledging myself to my father from just minutes before echoed in my ears and I felt a strange thrill as I said softly, "Yes, Papa."

The sheriff unbuckled his gun belt and draped it on the arm of the couch and then dropped his pants with obvious practiced ease...a small lump evident in his boxer shorts. Papa nonchalantly walked around and sat at his desk, picking up and pretending to study some papers although I felt his eyes on me. The sheriff noticed this and said, "Damn, Diego...you wanna watch?"

Papa shrugged as I crawled across the floor and began undoing the fly of the sheriff's shorts. "She wants to be a puta...gotta make sure my little bitch knows what she's doing." Again, a wave of arousal washed over me...I was stunned to realize that my father talking so...so derogatorily of me excited me.

I fished out the sheriff's cock, hardening in my hand, but my experienced eye told me that even when he was hard as a rock, he wasn't going to make five inches. Still, I looked up into the man's beady eyes and whispered, "Nice cock, sir," before I licked him from the base of his shaft to the swollen head before taking him into my mouth. He tasted of sweat and piss and was overdue for a shower, but I'd known worse. I let my lust for sex take over and began to suck him, my tongue a whirling dervish as it whipped around the head of his cock.

I moaned around his cock with approval, my eyes never leaving his as I sucked and licked him, one hand gently cradling and caressing his hairy balls. I saw him gasp for air...his face getting red in a hurry as he stammered, "Fuck me, Diego – I gotta say your daughter knows exactly what she's doing!" His hand stroked my hair, fingers trembling as they swept through my long locks. I heard Papa grunt in acknowledgment while I kept busy bobbing my head up and down, humming gently to add a new element to things as I sucked while my tongue stayed busy teasing and licking those spots he most strongly responded to.

I didn't think it would take long and as his breathing grew ragged, I let him slip from my lips and ran my tongue over and over his pee slit and he whimpered and then moaned, "Fuck-goddamn, gonna pop!" and I gobbled him up just in time to feel a few heavy jets of semen blast into my mouth, followed by several progressively weaker ones. He cried, "Yesssss, girl...suck me!" while grinning, apparently pleased that I was going to swallow his seed rather than spit it out. He tasted salty and strong...probably from being a meat eater and a drinker and a smoker. I'd mind all that much...either you love the taste of semen or you don't...and I already knew that I could never get enough.

I sucked him dry and continued to suck him until the sensation was too much for him and he pushed my head back, gasping, "Thank you!" his face red and sweating.

I smiled up at him demurely and whispered, "No, thank you, Sheriff Liles. I enjoyed it!" I gave his cock a gentle farewell kiss and tucked him back inside. I looked over at Papa and he made a simple gesture to stay put, so I continued to kneel in front of the sheriff as he pulled on his pants and buckled his gun belt back on. "Diego, y'all got to let me know when your daughter be working the shacks...I wanna try her fine ass!"

Papa replied, "I'll let you know, Liles." I felt both excited and a little humiliated as the two men talked about me like a piece of property...like I was just another business deal. "The first of next month I'll have her waiting for you with her legs spread or her ass in the air...whatever you prefer."

The sheriff brayed like a stupid fucking donkey and said, "It's a deal, Diego!" He glanced down at me and said, "Amanda, honey, I'll give you the fucking of a lifetime!"

With his smallish cock, I rather doubted that, but I beamed up at him and said with girlish enthusiasm, "I'm looking forward to it, Sheriff!"

Papa and the law officer shared a few more words and then Papa saw him to the door. The room was deadly silent and while I didn't hear Papa come up behind me, I knew he was there. After an agonizing wait, Papa said in a high, falsetto voice, "I'm looking forward to it, Sheriff!"

His fingers entangled themselves in my hair and I cried out in pain as Papa yanked me to my feet, pulling himself against me. "You really were meant to be a puta...making yourself sound like you can't wait to be fucked by that little peckered redneck!" He pulled me to the side and bent me over the armrest of the couch. "Fuck, Amanda...you probably will enjoy fucking that fat fuck!"

Papa's hand yanked my tiny shorts down to my ankles and I heard him unbuckle his pants and then shove them down with the metallic sound of coins spilling. His lips were at my ear as he leaned into me, his left hand coming around to grab my breast and said, "But never forget...doesn't matter what gringo pendejo be fucking you, your ass belongs to your father, little puta!"

I screamed then as Papa rammed his cock home, sending waves of carnal pleasure rocketing through my body. He buried himself easily inside me as I was already sopping wet and getting wetter as I realized that he'd gotten both hard and jealous watching me suck off the sheriff. Papa's hands were inside my shirt and I felt more than heard the tightly stretched fabric rip as he fingers dug into my tits and brutally pinched my nipples.

"YES...FUCK YESSSS, PAPA. I'M YOUR FUCKING PUTA, PAPA – MY ASS BELONGS TO YOU, PAPA...FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!" I sobbed, not caring if anyone heard me...glorying in the moment of being possessed by my father – his cock...his lovely cock the center of my existence as he furiously plunged in and out of my sodden pussy! I knew that his was the best cock...the perfect cock for me...not the biggest or thickest I had had or likely would ever had, but because it was my papa's dick, it was the best.




Papa's Little Puta



I thrust my hips back at Papa, meeting his hammering cock in mid-stroke, reveling in the incestuous sensation...knowing our familial link made being fucked by Papa made it all the sweeter and lewder and erotic. Papa's cock was the key that unlocked any remaining restraints in my desires to be a slut. I would fuck anyone or anything so long as it meant that Papa would fuck me!

Papa began fucking me harder, sending waves of orgasmic pleasure through me as his cock rammed deep inside my womb, his violent thrusts sending me up onto tip-toe and nearly reducing me to a pool of ecstatic jelly as my cunt tried to tighten around his massive dick and hold it deep inside me.

Papa's pace suddenly slowed, but his cock thrusts were angry and brutal, making me gasp with pleasure as our bodies slapped together wetly and loudly. My orgasm broke through and as I wailed with the lewd joy of the moment, Papa snarled, "Love you, Puta!" in my ear and fucked deep into my cunt and began to cum and I was shrilly sobbing as I felt him fill my pussy with his thick, scalding semen.

Time stood still as I hung impaled on Papa's cock, his massive load of seed emptying into my womb as wave after wave of incestuous ecstasy coursed through my well fucked body as I sobbed, "I love you, Papa!" I was adrift on a cloud of carnal pleasure – instantly addicted to Papa's cock and in my incest-addled mind, I knew that I was his forever...pussy, heart and soul.

I moaned in both sweet pleasure and anguish as I felt Papa withdraw, his still hard penis slithered from my cunt wetly as he released me and let me slump over the arm of the couch, catching my breath. Papa walked around till he was close to my face, again grabbing my hair and yanking my head up until I was staring at his slightly wilting cock. He looked down at me and in a thick voice, full of both love and derision, said, "I love you too, Amanda...my little puta. He wiped his cum covered cock on my face as if marking me as his possession.

I heard him pull up his pants while I sighed happily. He settled in behind his desk again and said, "Get dressed, Amanda...back to your whore shack...take a nap, your first customer will be in around nine o'clock."

I slowly stood up, feeling Papa's seed slowly dripping down my thigh and replied, "Si, Papa." I pulled up the tiny shorts, feeling the material clinging snugly to my crotch and becoming damp with pussy juice and Papa's semen. There were rips in my shirt, exposing much of my breasts and I looked inquiringly at Papa.

He sneered and said, "You look fine – like the puta you are, Amanda...no one out there will be surprised. You want to be a puta, be fucking proud to be a puta."

His words felt like lewd praise to me and sent an after-tremor of orgasmic pleasure rippling through me. I looked at my father, raising my head up proudly and replied, "Yes, Papa...I am proud...proud to be my papa's little puta."

I turned and left his office, passing through the bar, feeling the amused or interested stares of Mallo, Janet, the red-headed woman now sucking Mallo's cock and a few others of Papa's employees who'd drifted in. I knew they could see the darkening stains in my skimpy shorts – a wet circle growing where the silky material clung to my pussy like a second skin, as well as most of my breasts – nipples still obviously hard in my arousal.

I wasn't ashamed. I was proud. I am a slut...a whore...fuck-slave to my father and as of this moment, his best and nastiest cunt for sale. I was Papa's little puta and I loved it!

The End