****** Becoming His Whore by Daddy's Cunt ******
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Becoming His Whore


John is a particularly handsome man with a muscular build and a charming
personality. He is an extrovert who has no problem striking up a conversation
with anyone he may happen to come across. He has an ability to make the coldest
people warm up to him, and this has always worked in his favor. John's a single
guy, about 29 years old, with a beautifully decorated apartment that women
love. His apartment is centrally located in the downtown area, which seems to
suit his lifestyle best. He's definitely one of the guys and enjoys hanging out
with the guys, but he really enjoys going to a local bar by himself at least a
few times per month to pick up on women. He knows he has a much better chance,
and usually more fun, picking up on women without the guys around. He's
definitely the best looking out of the group, and he is much more smooth than
any of them. Besides, when he picks up women he likes to be diverse. Sometimes
he frequents the dark, high-end bars with the well-dressed women, sometimes
it's the dive bar on the corner with the sluts in lace skirts, g-string
panties, no bras and fuck-me pumps, and others it's the local dance clubs with
the young girls in trendy outfits with fake IDs. John has an eye for clothing
and has no problem fitting in to whatever crowd suits his mood the best, and
wherever he decides to go, he only goes home alone if he chooses to do so.

This night John decided to go to the erotic new club a few blocks down from his
apartment. He'd heard about the place, but hadn't yet visited. He'd also heard
that some people wore outrageous outfits to this club, but he didn't want to
look out of place. He decided to play it safe with his sexy new black pants
that made his butt look good with a cool blue shirt. The club was supposed to
be pretty picky about their clientele and had been known to turn people away if
they didn't have the right "look," but that was never a problem for him.

When he arrived at the club there was techno music blaring out as people
entered and exited the club. He already felt himself getting excited about the
new place as he looked around at the people. He knew he would have a good time.
He entered the club with no second glance from the bouncer and proceeded in
toward the bar. It was around 10 p.m. and the bar was already pumping with
people, and it was obvious it had been for quite some time that night. The bar
was dark with club lighting throughout matching the beat of the music. The
dance floors were packed with sexy people grinding against each other and
having a good time, some alone, some in groups, and some couples of every
variation. There was lots of making out and general "sexiness" floating around
the bar. This was the type of club that obviously supported opened promiscuity
and fun. All the bars John frequented by himself were known as "pick-up
joints," but they were hypocritical when it came to open promiscuity - unlike
this one. The things he had heard about the attire had been pretty accurate.
Not everyone, but a lot of people wore "futuristic" or just bizarre clothing,
all of which, for the most part, was extremely revealing.

John went to the bar and ordered a shot of straight whiskey and a beer. He got
his drinks and was able to find a table in the corner with a great view of most
of the bar. Most of the bar was up and socializing or dancing, but he decided
to sit and absorb the environment for a while until he got a few drinks in him.
He wasn't nervous, more excited about the prospects - and there were many out
there.

While he was on his second round of beer and whiskey he noticed a little slut
making her way around the dance floor a bit. She was wearing a silver micro
skirt, tight, thigh-high, silver boots, and a sheer, tight, metallic blue
jacket that was tied (more like cinched) at her tiny waste with her perfect
nipples hard and plastered against the see-through cloth showing off her
gravity-defying tits. She had glitter through her hair and all over her body.
Her hair was done pretty wild with dark lipstick and black make-up around her
eyes that made her green eyes that much brighter, almost glassy.

Something about this girl made John want to watch her. She was obviously alone,
but knew-or seemed to know-several people around the club. She was dancing and
grinding with people and moving from group to group and couple to couple. She
would touch all the people she was dancing with and let them touch her however
they wanted-when she wanted, but she made it perfectly clear that she was in
control. Sometimes she would tease the people who made it obvious they wanted
to touch her, and never did she let any of the men kiss her on the mouth. At
one point she was dancing on a platform directly in front of and slightly above
where John was sitting - he had a perfect, unobstructed view. She was grinding
against a woman and began to lean her back and kiss her tits. As she bent
forward with the girl in her arms the man behind her inserted his fingers into
her cunt and John saw for the first time that she had no panties on. As she
brought the girl back up in her arms the man withdrew and licked his hand
clean. John knew this was the woman he wanted to bring home with him. John
couldn't control his excitement from watching what a complete whore this girl
was, yet how in-control she seemed to remain. He knew she had to have a
breaking point and he knew he could find it. He felt an overwhelming urge to
control this girl that seemed so in-control and so uncontrollable.

John downed another shot of whiskey and headed for the dance floor. He was
immediately pulled into a group and had two women grinding against his body.

The women began to rub his large cock through his pants and press their tits
against his chest. John had no hesitation to caressing their wet cunts and
grabbing their asses and making them moan with his hands. They both wanted to
kiss him, but he resisted. He was definitely enjoying himself but was still
thinking of that one girl. Just as he turned to fondle the girl behind him he
realized that girl was being fondled by the girl he'd been watching. The
metallic girl was already looking at him and he gave her his sexy sideways
glance. She was fondling the cunt of the girl between them and John decided to
join the fun. The girl's cunt was very wet and soaking through her panties. He
felt the metallic girl's hand slip under the panties and into the girl's cunt
as she moaned. Metallic girl proceeded to finger fuck the girl for a few
minutes until her fingers were covered with the girl's juices. Metallic girl
then pulled her hand out, got on her knees between the girl's legs and rubbed
the juices onto John's pants all over his cock bulge. John felt his cock
getting really hard and hanging really low against his leg for the first time
all night. The metallic girl then began to wrap her mouth around his cock,
through his pants until it was obvious that his cock was dripping as well. The
metallic girl looked up at him with a smirk on her face, squeezed the drops of
his juices from his pants onto her tongue and walked away. John tried to talk
to her as she was walking, but she didn't stop. She joined another group and
continued doing as she wished. When John looked down at his pants he could see
the dry, white juices of the girl, the wetness from his cock and the metallic
girl's tongue, as well as her lipstick all over his cock bulge. He smiled and
figured his pants had gotten good use even if he had to throw them away after
one night.

John continued to dance with various groups and people throughout the night and
had a great time. Every once in a while he would look around to see where the
metallic girl was, and a few times caught her looking at him. Toward the end of
the night he returned to the bar for another beer. He had been so busy dancing
and "dry" fucking all night, he hadn't stopped to drink. As he was taking his
first gulp of beer he noticed the metallic girl walk up next to him and order a
beer as well. He realized that was the first time he had heard her voice. He
turned to her and asked her name. She smiled at him and drank her beer. The
bartender laughed and walked away. She proceeded to stand there, obviously
looking him up and down, drinking her beer and smiling. He understood, and
enjoyed the game and admired her as well. He couldn't believe what an amazing
smile she had. He didn't try to talk anymore figuring she would when she wanted
to. He wanted her to feel in control, since that was obviously her thing. She
finished her beer, turned to John and said, "It's Orgasmatron," smiled and
walked away. John laughed because he had always thought that Orgasmatron would
be the perfect name for some little sex-loving slut. It was almost as if she
were in on his joke. The bartender returned with a surprised look on his face.
He told John that he must have done something to Orgasmatron because that was
the first time he had ever seen her say a word to someone she didn't know from
outside of the club. John knew at that moment he had done it again - he was in
control and she'd be coming home with him.

The bar was thinning out was preparing to close. As he was finishing his beer
he noticed her looking at him with a smile. She was on the dance floor with a
girl fondling her tits from behind. He had a feeling she might follow him. He
walked down the back hallway to the men's bathroom and proceeded to take a
piss. There was only one other guy in there. That guy had just finished and
left, and John could suddenly smell Orgasmatron's perfume. As he was preparing
to shake off and turn around he realized she had gotten on her knees next to
him. She looked up at him, took his cock from his hand and squeezed the last
few drops of piss from his cock onto her tongue with a smile on her face. He
felt his stomach flip. He'd always wanted to piss in a girl's mouth and
couldn't believe this one was milking the last drops from his cock like it were
cum and she wanted more. She closed her eyes and deep-throated his cock as far
as it would go, grabbed his ass and fucked her face with his cock a few
strokes. She licked the entire shaft from balls to tip with her tongue sticking
out, kissed the head and stood up.

John grabbed her against the wall and kissed her. She tried to pull away, but
was definitely kissing back, and he was not letting go. He picked her up and
carried her out of the bathroom toward the back of the bar and out to the
alley. She was wiggling and hitting and trying to get away from him, but he
wouldn't let her go. A few times she managed to pull a leg out of his arms and
his hand would slip between her cunt lips until he was able to grab it again. A
couple of times he felt he was pinching her lips against her leg and thought it
might hurt, but he could swear that her cunt would get wetter for those
moments. She kept saying she was going to scream, but she wasn't screaming and
John had a feeling she wasn't going to. He had never taken a woman by force
before and was enjoying the feeling almost as much as Orgasmatron was enjoying
being controlled he thought.

Orgasmatron could feel her heart pounding from nervousness, but mostly from the
excitement of it all. It scared her that she couldn't get away from this man,
but she knew she was going to enjoy whatever he did to her. How can it be rape
if you're enjoying it - whether you say no or not. Orgasmatron often says no
and means it, and this time was no different. She did want him to stop because
she liked control, but she felt her cunt get wetter every time his hand got
close to it and she knew he wasn't going to listen. When he reached the alley
she began to fight hard and John finally put her down, keeping a tight hold of
her arms. He said, "my name is John if you want to know and you know that I'm
not going to hurt you. You can't do what you did to me in there and then say
'no'. If nothing else, you can consider this a lesson that you needed to be
taught. My apartment isn't far from here if you feel like walking." Orgasmatron
felt the control ooze willingly from her body, but wasn't going to let John
know. She figured if he wanted it that badly he should have to fight for it.
Orgasmatron looked coldly at him and said, "I'm not going anywhere with you
willingly and if you take me on the street I will scream." She knew she
wouldn't scream and figured he knew it too, but she had to play the part
because it was turning her on - if not him too.

He shook his head, wrapped an arm so tightly around her waist so that his grip
hurt a bit. She tried to squirm and his fingers dug deeper into her side so she
stopped. It was a nice night, kind of chilly, so she was enjoying feeling him
pressed up against her almost naked body, and his cologne made her want to
melt. They talked a bit as they walked down the street about whether or not she
was going to his apartment with him. It was obvious by their motions that she
was definitely going to his apartment, but

Orgasmatron was going to fight him verbally if not physically every step of the
way. A few times during the walk they would come across other people and she
would start to raise her voice which John would muffle with a kiss. He had no
problem working his tongue right into her mouth, and as deep into her throat as
he could get it. It took everything she had in her not to ram her tongue into
his mouth the way she wanted to.

When they reached John's apartment building he picked Orgasmatron up again. She
fought him a little when he did, but not much. He did this as more of a favor
to the doorman, Joe, than anything. Joe had seen John come and go with many
women and would often comment later. He was curious to hear Joe's comments
after seeing this beautiful cunt and ass hanging out of her skirt on the way
in. Joe held the door and tipped his hat as usual as though what he was seeing
were nothing unusual. John laughed to himself thinking that Joe had a great
poker face.

They reached John's apartment on the 22nd floor. It was a beautiful two-bedroom
apartment with an amazing view of the city. John set Orgasmatron down and he
could tell that she was beginning to relax a little.

I mean, is this the apartment of a rapist?

Orgasmatron walked over to the windows to enjoy the view. John came up behind,
leaning her into the windows and began kissing her neck and running his hands
over her entire body. Orgasmatron kept softly telling him, "stop, please stop
John," but he wasn't stopping. Instead John reached around her, pulled her
jacket open and pressed her tits hard against the cold windows. Orgasmatron
gasped and began to plead with John to stop as he forced her legs open with his
knee, grabbing a statuette of his end table and forcing it into her cunt. He
leaned into her harder against the glass, biting her neck and fucking her with
the statuette. Her head turned toward him and she pleaded once more for him to
stop, knowing that the look on her face was saying the opposite. He whispered
in her ear that when she was really ready for him to stop, all she had to do
was say she wanted to see Joe. John let up softly to wait for Orgasmatron's
response. She panted a moment then opened her eyes to look at John and said,
"John, please stop." With that pulled out the statuette, spun her around,
pulled up her skirt and kissed her hard with her ass pressed against the glass.
He liked to have the body marks against he glass the next morning as reminders.
John unzipped his pants and backed up slightly, pulling her head to his cock.
His huge, hard cock literally sprang from his pants into her face and he
slammed her down onto his cock. He fucked her face while she bent over against
glass and then slid her down to her knees in front of him. He admired the juice
trail left on the window and couldn't wait to taste Orgasmatron's sweet juices.
This cunt had a mouth that was made for fucking. She knew it and she enjoyed
it. Orgasmatron grabbed John's hips and backed him against the windows to brace
him as she used her mouth to fuck his cock like he'd never felt before. She
grabbed his cock with one hand, sliding it up and down with her mouth and was
able to take more of his huge cock into her mouth than anyone ever had. Her
mouth was so soft and so wet that he wanted to shoot his jism all over her
beautiful face, but he knew it was too early for that. John realized that this
was the girl that would do all the things he fantasized about, but never had
the right girl. He began to walk toward the coffee table and this cunt never
lost her sucking rhythm. He pushed everything off the table and layed
Orgasmatron onto her stomach on the table. John got on his knees and pulled
Orgasmatron's head back a bit by her hair. She squeeled and asked him to stop,
but he muffled her cries with cock. In this position. John was able to slide
his cock into Orgasmatron's throat. She started to gag a bit and pressed his
hips away from her face, but he gripped her hair tighter and slowly began
fucking her throat. He felt her throat relax and he slid his cock all the way
into her mouth so he could feel her lips against his balls and his belly and
could see her face buried in his hair. She had never felt the sensation of a
cock in her throat and he had never felt the pleasure of his big cock being
taken all the way into a mouth before.

No woman had ever been able to fit his entire cock into their mouth, or had
ever been willing to open their throat for him. She started to moan from the
pleasurable feeling of having a cock in her throat which caused an amazing
vibration over his cock. He started to fuck her faster and felt his cock
throbbing. We waited until his jism started shooting down her throat and slowly
pulled his cock out of her mouth watching the trail of white cream and jacking
the rest off all over her face. The whore kept opening her mouth and looking
for more. He could see strings dripping from the roof of her mouth into her
open throat. Her throat was coated and looked as if it would stay open for his
cock now that he had penetrated it once. He shot several loads and stopped
jacking off, but she grabbed his cock and milked out the last drops as if she
hadn't had enough.

There was lots of jism for her to drink and lick up and she began searching for
it wherever she could find it. With jism on her face, John pulled Orgasmatron's
head back again and kissed her cummy mouth. He loved the taste of this slut's
cummy face and didn't want to stop abusing her. He rolled her over onto her
back and told her if she moved she would be punished. He ran to the bedroom and
returned with some climbing rope. Orgasmatron got nervous and asked John to
stop. He told her he would after she came twenty times, so she better keep
count if she wanted to leave. John slid Orgasmatron so her ass was at the end
of the table, raised her arms over her head and tied her wrists to the legs of
the table. He then spread her legs so her ass and cunt were open and hanging
over the end of the table, and tied her ankles to the legs of the table. He
started to tickle the insides of her thighs and began to lick them. He would
bring his hands and his tongue as close as he could to her cunt, but not touch
them. She would wiggle with every breath she felt tickler her wet cunt lips. He
teased her this way for a while and finally drove his tongue into her cunt. She
moaned incredibly loud and he knew she would cum for him soon. She wiggled and
moaned and arched as his tongue moved artfully across her clit and in her cunt.
He wanted to make her cum with just his mouth before he used anything else on
her. She continued to get louder until he felt her lips begin to pulse around
his. He continued using his tongue and lips and breath across her clit and he
felt her cum shoot out of her hole onto his chin. It surprised him at first
because he had never had a girl's cum shoot out of her cunt that way before
though he'd seen it happen in videos. John left the cunt tied to the table,
with her juices dripping down toward the carpet and ran to the kitchen. He
returned to Orgasmatron, but wouldn't let her see what he had. He returned
between her legs and stuck his fingers into her cunt. He removed his wet
fingers and stuck them straight into her tight pink asshole. She jumped off the
table in surprise and panic as much as the restraints would allow. She began to
plead and squirm and John felt his cock growing again. The outside of her
asshole was already wet from her huge orgasm, but the inside needed
preparation. John began to finger-fuck Orgasmatron's asshole with one, two then
three fingers. When she took three fingers with ease, he knew she was ready.
She felt something cold against her asshole and tried to move away. The object
was pulling her asshole open, but the object was too dry. Finally John brought
the object to Orgasmatron's mouth to get it wet and she saw the size of the
zucchini. She let out a gasp and felt her stomach flip with excitement. The
thought of having such a large object in her asshole was unbearable. She wanted
to reach her arms around John and fuck him like he's never been fucked, but
instead she pleaded with him to stop and turned her head away as he forced the
zucchini into her mouth. He slid the zucchini into her mouth and was surprised
at how much she could take considering the girth. When he pulled it out of her
mouth it was wet enough that there was a string of saliva from the zucchini to
her lips. He smiled at her, broke the string with his tongue and slid the
zucchini straight into her asshole. She really did scream with pain and felt a
tear roll down her cheek. He stopped and looked at her for her okay and she
said, "please stop John." His stomach flipped and he slowly began to slide the
zucchini deeper into her asshole. He watched as her asshole stretched around
the zucchini until it reached the widest point. He couldn't believe what this
whore could take, and how much pain she enjoyed. This woman really was made for
his bed. As he was watching in amazement the slow stretching of her asshole,
Orgasmatron began to moan and he realized the bitch was cumming again. He
yelled to her, "yea bitch, cum for your Daddy. Good whore." After she cam, he
couldn't wait any longer - he had to know what it was like to be in this
whore's cunt. He left the zucchini in place and began to fuck her cunt with his
huge cock.

With no preparation, he slammed his cock into her cunt and started to fuck her.
She screamed to him, "fuck me Daddy, fuck both my holes." He grabbed the
zucchini and fucked her asshole hard while he slammed his cock into her cunt.
He pounded that cunt hard for about 15 minutes without a break and without
slowing down - until he felt her cum all over his cock. Her cunt had been tight
to begin with, but it was heaven with a huge zucchini in her ass. And to feel
her pulsing orgasm on top of it all was amazing. John began to feel tired for
the first time, but he didn't want to give up any time he had with Orgasmatron
since he didn't know how much he had. He untied her from the table, picked her
up, walked to the couch and sat holding her in his arms while she enjoyed the
sensations of her pulsing body.

After a few minutes of silence, Orgasmatron sat up and asked John for some
water. John smiled and said I'm thirsty too, but I have a better idea. John got
up and told her to follow. She thought he was going to suggest more alcohol,
but they passed the bar and the kitchen and turned into the bathroom. When she
entered, he closed and locked the door behind him and said, "we're going to
drink each other's piss." She started to laugh and said, "you're kidding
right?" John said, "what's the problem, you drank it at the club?" Orgasmatron
laughed and said, "that was a few drops for shock value. Come on, let's get
some water." She knew by the look on John's face that he wasn't kidding. He
really wanted to try this and he said, "I'll get you some water after you drink
this." He pushed Orgasmatron down to her knees and pressed his cock against her
lips, but she wouldn't open her mouth. The idea of really doing this got her
excited again. She looked up at him with a smile and said, "no, please don't do
this." And as she spoke, he place his cock in her mouth. Like the perfect whore
that she was she opened her mouth with her tongue out slightly so he could rest
his cock on her tongue and aim down her throat. Her throat was open as though
to take in his cock again and the piss hit the back of her throat causing her
to cough a little out so it dripped down her chin. It was almost difficult for
him to continue to piss without his cock getting hard and shutting it off. He
watched as the bitch closed her throat so the piss filled up her mouth and then
she would swallow. He filled her mouth full three times and watched the whore
smile with every gulp. This girl was perfect. Once he was finished she again
grabbed his cock to suck out the last drops and she pulled him down to her
level. She kissed his mouth and he could taste and smell his piss on her
breath. She scooted herself up so she was sitting on the edge of the tub and
spread her legs for him. He started to play with and lick her clit and she
pulled him away, smiled and said, "get ready, it's your turn." He cupped his
mouth around her piss hole and she began to piss in his mouth. She pushed it
out hard into his mouth so it was running out the sides of his mouth. He
swallowed some down and they both began to laugh. As she laughed, her piss
squirted out in bursts with her laughter and poured onto the floor. John
reached up and wrapped his arms around Orgasmatron and they held each other
laughing while she finished pissing on his floor.

John threw a towel down to soak up the piss on the floor and they hopped into
the shower to clean up a bit. They began to really feel comfortable with each
other and sensually washed each other's bodies in the shower. John was behind
Orgasmatron, washing her tits when he finally asked, "so what's you're real
name." She turned around, wrapping her arms around him and said, "it's Susan,
Daddy." They began to kiss, and without separating, John turned off the water
and picked her up. Without drying off, he carried her to the bedroom where they
made slow, passionate love until they fell asleep.

In the morning, there were no awkward moments or quick good-byes. John made
them both breakfast and they talked a little about their lives until it was
time for Susan to go. John loaned her some clothes to go home in, rather than
her club outfit, and drove her home to her apartment. He walked her to her door
and kissed her good-bye. As he was leaving, John turned and asked when he'd see
her again. Susan smiled, and said, "how did you say you felt about fisting?"


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