I was only 9 years old when grandma told me of the Wolf. A mystical creature, the Wolf is half human and can take either form. Some kind of magic at play, or maybe it's just a tale.

Stories granny's tell the grandchildren to keep them out of trouble. Except usually stories like that don't contain talk of the promise that was made for me.

When I reached the age of 14, the Wolf had saved me. I didn't know what from, I still don't understand what danger I was in. Perhaps it was out of my sight. Monsters ofter lurk in the shadows, where they're much harder to be seen.

Grandma had told me of how the Wolf saved me from this awful danger, and my family were so grateful that the terrible fate had been stopped. The Wolf had made a promise.

A promise to keep me from all danger, no matter what it may be. He was my dark protector, hidden within the veil of shadows. I had never seen him. He kept his presence invisible to me. Keeping himself out of sight. So the promise was made.

And of course he'd of wanted something in return. I thought long and hard about what it could be.

Obviously the answer is not as hard as it seemed to come to. Me. Not only me, but also my virginity. He wanted me from the time he saw me walking through the woods to grandma's. I was 15 years old.

He would wait, he had said. Until she is of age. He kept away potential suitors.

Any men that held interest were persuaded to lose it. They always listened to his words. Because if they didn't, there bodies would be found in the woods. Ripped apart by a wild animal.

Who would of known a beast like that could want something so much, that he'd go through all if this to be sure he gets it. It's been an awful long time.

The Cape was made for me. A vivid blood red, it sweeps the floor as I walk and I can't help that feel it's symbolic. The path of blood I leave in my wake, because of the admirer I have gained.

I am an awful person. An awful, awful person. Because I love that somebody is willing to cause this destruction over me. He will literally kill for me.

And the darker, secret side of me loves that. It's an obsessive behaviour that I look forward to meeting. But I'm also terribly frightened. At least the wolf has waited. He has promised to wait until I am of age. That is a kindness that is owed to me. I deserve to be of age. To Understand what is happening and exactly why.

I already have the bread rolls and cakes ready. I collect my Cape and tie the silken ribbon at my throat before picking up the basket and leaving the house.

Grandma is getting much older now, and I like her to know I'm there for her. So a trip through the woods it is.

They have been telling me to take the longer route recently. To not walk through the woods. I never took the long way. Although I fib, and say I have done so each time I'm asked. Something pulls me to the woods. I'm drawn towards them like a moth to a flame.

Maybe, I subconsciously want to see the wolf.

Maybe I have a taste for danger that I just don't understand.

I like the way my heart rate spikes. It beats so quickly, that my breath becomes fast and heavy. And the feel of the branches beneath my thin boots excites me in a strange and unusual way. Maybe, that's because I know I shouldn't be here. Am I a rebel? I don't think I am.

But something, some how, stops my fear toward him. I'm towards the middle of the woods when I notice it.

The noise. The branches and twigs snap beneath my feet. That is quite normal.

What isn't, is the other branches snapping. In time with my own steps, but further away. I stop, just to test my theory. "Snap..." A half second after mine.

"Red?" the nickname, given to me for the cloak is called. I turn slowly, a nervous excitement bubbling inside of me. Ginger hair on the tall thin body walks towards me.

Oh my! It's Juilius. I slump my shoulders. And breathe in the air. Was that in relief? Or disappointment? I'm unsure.

"Red. It is you. What are you doing in the woods so early in the morning? While it's so dark too."

The family friend gets closer, and I briefly wonder what he is also doing in the woods.

"I'm off to grandma's Juilius. Just dropping off some baked goods." I smile and begin to make my way again when his hand is suddenly wrapped around my wrist.

"Where are you going Red? You're a big girl now. All woman. Why do you act as if none of us are good enough for you?"

His grip tightens and he pulls my body against his. All of my being shouts out at this disrespect. I don't belong to him. I open my mouth to answer when another speaks for me.

"Because none of you are good enough." I look around to find the deep rough voice. I can't see him anywhere. Juilius pushes me against the hard trunk of the tree, grabs my throat and tugs at my cloak.

Why isn't he running.

"Tell him, Red. Tell him to run."

"Run!" I whisper.

He looks at me in confusion and I'm so ashamed of myself. I begin to feel the thrill. The darkness calls to me.

"Run... Before the big bad Wolf gets you." I smile. And I realise just how crazy I must sound. But the excitement builds in me.

His hand flies out and hits my head. I'm thrown to the floor, and he's on top of me before I can move.

He's bigger and stronger than me. Plus he has a huge advantage as he has me on my stomach, I can't fight back as he drags the rough material of my skirt up my bare legs.

He has many advantages.

But I have a wolf.

And as that thought crosses my mind, Juilius is ripped off of me. An almighty roar shoots through the darkened woods and Juilius' pitiful scream follows.

I quickly flip onto my back and scramble to my feet, I watch as the large beast blurs across my vision. He's so fast.

I watch as Juilius is dragged across the ground. His screams echo through the empty woods and the excitement comes crawling back through my veins. Something must be wrong with me.

I look by feet to see my red cloak. It stands against the dark ground like a puddle of blood. I raise my head to see Juilius slumped against the tree. His body has been ripped apart. Why am I not frightened? Nor disturbed at the image before me.

The grey Wolf can just be sewn through the many trees. And I catch glimpses as the animal shakes and painful grunts and moans come from him.

Then he's gone.

In his place is a man. I have to wait until he appears from the curtains of leaves and wood to see him properly. He shows himself.

All of himself.

His hair is black. Pitch black. And his olive tanned skin, just makes the sapphire blue of his eyes stand out more. As he stalks toward me, I can do nothing but examine his body.

The way his muscles look as if they've been carved from stone, make my mouth dry. Only steps away from me now, I let my eyes fall. His cock stands proud. He's erect. Hard and so big. Is it because he is part animal?

"Why would you think that Red? Should I treat you like an animal." he speaks, almost against my skin.

His body about to touch my own.

He takes another step, and I step back. Pushing myself against the tree in this adrenaline pumping dance. He takes a step too close and I have nowhere to go. His body is pushed into mine, and his forearms rest on the old wooden bark either side of my head. Pushing his face into the arch of my neck, he inhales.

It's like he's tasting my soul, and I can do nothing but gasp. I wait for him to do what he will.

His tongue flicks out to taste the saltiness of my cold clammy skin. His hands fall down my body, Before they work their way up again. Only this time, he pushes against my clothed body as they do. Up and over my thighs, he squeezes my waist just a little too hard when he pushes his hardness against my most private area.

I moan. Oh my lord. I have just moaned in sexual frustration at the animal man that will probably rip me apart. He'll tear me limb from limb. But I stand here, waiting for the violence.

How is it that I want to be violated by him? I want him to pleasure me, and use my body in the harshest of ways. His large hands grab my tits, in a harsh, tight grip and he squeezes as he sinks his teeth into the lobe of my ear.

I want to beg him. Beg him to devour me, hurt me, use me, please me. Fuck me. Fuck me until I can no longer breathe without his scent.

He hears my thoughts. His response proves it. And the words breathed against my ear almost break me.

"21 is such a delicious number. I'll do all of that my little Red. Happy birthday!"

PART 2

"Happy Birthday." I open my mouth to thank the Wolf and ask his name but the words never come.

As soon as my mouth opens, his lips crash against mine. His tongue slides against my teeth before he sucks my tongue into his mouth and bites down gently.

His harsh grip in my hair intensifies, and his hard thick cock presses harder against me. My breath comes faster, and I rock my own hips against his.

He snaps his mouth from me with a deep growl. "Stop!"

He slams his hand against my throat and his long fingers circle my neck. Is he proving a point? Showing he means what he says. He wants me to stop.

I see the sparkle of danger glint in his blue eyes and I know I should stop. But I can taste the darkness on my tongue. I'm excited for it. And as he applies more pressure to my bare throat, I move my hips into him.

The moans exit my mouth and I feel like begging. Shouting and screaming.

Why is he being so slow? I need more. And I need it now.

He knows. He rips his body away from mine, and with a grunt he grips my waist and flings me over his shoulder like some rag doll.

The leaves and twigs blur beneath me, as we fly through the woods. The dizziness comes to me fast, and quicker than I know possible, we're inside a small wooden cabin. The smell of sandlewood lingers in the air, and before I can get my breath back and steady myself he throws me onto his sofa, face forward.

I don't have time to change my position or catch my breath before he is upon me. The sounds of my clothing ripping becomes an aphrodisiac.

I can't help but feel vulnerable at the danger before me, and I can't help the race of my heartbeat and the quickening of my breath.

The Wolf finally has me naked, and it's then that his hands really begin to explore. He pushes his rock hard dick against my backside, and leans his body into mine. I'm squashed against the backrest of the furniture and I have nowhere to go, as his hand circles my throat and tightens while his other grabs onto my tit and gropes in hard violent squeezes.

"Red. You're so fucking perfect. I need to sully you. Dirty your clean, pure body and make it just as Filthy as your dark mind. You were made for me. I'll show you."

His left hand travels lower, whilst his right stays at my throat, keeping me in place. He comes to my waist, circling my stomach right to my pubic bone.

I'm already so wet and his words of ruining me do nothing but excite me more.

"Ahh. Yes Mr Wolf. But do you think I'm ready for you? I've had no experience. I'm still so innocent. I may not be as bad as you believe."

He moves his hand to my thigh, and squeezes my soft flesh before I feel him pushing at my forbidden hole. My backside aches and quivers.

"I want your Innocence Red. I want to taste it on my tongue as I devour you. You crave the darkness as I crave to give it to you. Your soul belongs to me."

He slides his middle finger into me, but doesn't move it while he continues to push against my backside. I feel the first stretch of my hole as a portion of his tip pushes into me. Fuck. He's too big he'll rip me apart.

The thought should scare me. Make me want to run. But I'm still here. Still keeping the position he holds me in.

"You crave the pain just as much as you crave the pleasure. If not More, Red."

Yes. He slides his finger away and trails my own juices up my body, back to my breast. He gropes the whole globe tight enough, to make me flinch. A gasp escapes me just as his next sentence peirces through my fogged up mind.

"Don't worry, you sweet little thing. I won't hold back." Then he slams forward, while grasping my tit harder. I cry out, as his huge cock fills my Virgin arse. Pain tears through me and as he pounds himself into me, squeezing hard enough to bruise, The pain stays but calms.

The pain circles my lower body as pleasure begins to seep in. Like wine bleeding into a carpet, the pleasure slowly creeps through the pain.

My tears begin to dry on my cheeks and my cries turn to moans.

He slams into me again, and again. Each thrust, pushes me against the backrest of the sofa. I have no room for movement and I can't push back properly.

I need more.

As soon as the thought scatters across my mind, he stops, and pulls out of me. He lifts me up and wraps my legs around his waist before walking with me. His hard dick brushes against my clit with each step and it takes everything I have to not cry for more. We make it to the bathroom.

There's a bathtub, toilet, shower cubicle and sink. And with no warning he releases me, spins me around, and leans me over the bathtub.

The edge of the porcelain digs into my lower stomach and he grabs my hair in his fist, arching my neck, forcing me to twist and look at him behind me.

"You're a bad, bad girl Red. You want me to do all these bad things to you. You want to feel things others are scared of. Are you really ready for me to unleash everything you've dreamed of on you?"

My pussy clenches at the sound of his voice. I would deny the thoughts. Tell him I don't want him to fill me with pain and pleasure. But what's the point? He already knows...

"Yes. Yes I'm ready." He arches my back, pulling my head against his chest, and clips some kind of weighted pegs onto my nipples. It feels like they're being pinched and slightly pulled, and I love it. He shoves me forward again, releasing my hair.

My scalp aches, and my nipples feel like somebody is pulling them downward, into the bathtub. He turns the tap on the bath and the clear water soon begins to fill. I stare down at the water, and the thought crosses my mind that I don't even know his name.

That's when the first lash strikes. He slams the leather strip against my backside and I cry out. The pain spreads in a red hot heat across my arse cheeks, thighs and stomach.

"That's right Red. I'm gonna make you fucking feel. Scream for me." He whips again. Only an inch lower this time and my juices spread so fast. I love how he's making me feel, the pain only makes my pleasure climb harder and before I even realise what's happening he brings the strip down again and again.

I feel so excited that I want to pull my hand down and sink a finger into the pool of juices inside of me while he continues to abuse my backside.

It's still not enough. He stops belting me with the strip, and leans his body over mine. He grips my wrists and stretches them a far as I can reach against the bathtubs edge.

"Hold them there Red. Don't fucking let go, or I will hurt you in a way you don't want." I nod my head in agreement, and as I watch the water slowly filling the tub, he spreads my legs wide.

I am basically on my knees starfished over the bath and the uncomfortable position only serves to excite me further. He slams his dick into my arse again, and I cry out, clenching around him.

I want him in my pussy so bad. He feels even bigger like this. The position doesn't allow for as much stretching as before. So when he roughly thrusts again, I feel everything. Every tiny bump as he pushes his huge dick into my tight forbidden hole.

It hurts.

But it hurts so good.

He thrusts again. He's keeping his pounding to a minimum, but is sure to make them powerful. Strong. Hard.

When he pulls out again, he doesn't push in right away. I feel a hot pinching on the inside of my thigh. Right by my pussy. It burns and spreads, heading straight to my soaking cunt. I feel so close.

He thrusts again, harder. Then grabbing me by the throat, he pulls me back onto him, and squeezes my tit in a harsh tight grip, pushing the peg into me.

My hands keep in there place and my body is as stretched out as possible with his huge cock buried in my arse, when he brings the small metal object to my soft supple flesh.

He drags it against the underside of my breast, and slams his dick into me again. The blade feels good. It burns in a way that spreads and adds to the aching pleasure residing in me.

The drop of red falls against the almost blue of the water and spreads before disappearing. It's beautiful.

When the burning pain leaves, it tingles like my most sensitive nerve is being stroked.

He lowers his hand and this time, the blade scratches against my lower stomach. He releases my throat and quickly begins to rub against my swollen clit. Squeezing it between two long fingers.

My orgasm begins to build and I watch as the droplet of blood trickles down my stomach to my pussy. I watch as it slips into my juices and is soon is rubbed against my clit by his fingers.

Fuck. He doesn't just want my Innocence.

He wants my everything.

My body.

My blood.

My god damn soul.

And as he begins to fuck my arse and rub my clit harder, I realise. He can have it. He can have my everything. He slams me against the bathtub again. Only this time, he's no longer giving me slow, hard thrusts.

He fucks my arse like the animal he is. He pounds into me again and again. My moans come loud and long.

I cry out as the pain begins to blend with the pleasure. The water has almost filled the tub and I'm mesmerised by my reflection. I can see him fucking me.

Hard, rough and so fucking deep, that it pushes me over the edge. I come. I explode as he continues to fuck me. He tastes my Innocence as he finally gets what he was promised. Me.

And I never want to leave if being his promised Virgin feels like this.

He growls out against my orgasm and pulls out of my arse before lining himself up against my virgin pussy.

"You can feel this Red. It feels good. Get ready to feel this baby."

Then he slams into me. I scream out at the huge intrusion but I welcome the pain. He doesn't wait for me to adjust but pounds into me over and over again.

He shows no Mercy and as the water reaches the pegs on my nipples, he reaches down and yanks them off.

A tremor runs through me and I cry out as another orgasm runs through me. My nipples burn and tingle. Their sensitivity heightened from the pegs.

They're swollen and as he fucks my pussy harder, and faster the water touches me.

Icy cold liquid spreads against my hot sensitive nipples and I want to pull away. It's too much. How can there be too much pleasure?

I don't. I let the ice burn. I let it freeze. Hurt, and please. And then I come. Yet again, he fucks me through each orgasm like I'm nothing but a doll.

I love it.

The water, now covering almost my full tits sting the cuts there. The cut by my stomach aches as each orgasm rocks through me, and the cuts on my backside, stings in the best, most pleasing way. Each thrust forces the scratch to be awakened.

He pulls his hand back to my clit, and begins to squeeze and pinch. My orgasm is close but as he applies more pressure to my clit while fucking my pussy faster, my orgasm changes direction.

It builds so much more, and instead of shooting upwards it climbs around my body. Each mark he's left against my flesh burns as the feeling crawls along me. The water overflows the edge of the tub and he ignores it. He continues to torture me with his ongoing pleasure.

I can't handle it anymore. It's too much. I writhe and squirm and jerk, my hands slip and my face touches the water. He saves me. With a grip in my hair, he stops my face from submerging.

But he punishes me for my fault.

He fucks me hard enough to bruise, pulls me against his chest and slides his hand to my arse.

First he uses one finger, and pumps into me. The feeling builds, then he adds another. The feeling builds more. I fight it. It's too intense. I won't make it. He adds another. My arse is stretched so much that I don't how much of his fist is inside of me.

He doesn't loosen up but fucks me hard and fast. Pumping into me like I'm his favourite sex toy, he begins to use his hand too.

Both holes being abused at once, as well as my clit has my crying. The tears fall down my face at the harsh torment. I know I don't really want him to stop, but still I beg.

"Please. Stop. Please. Ahh, fuck."

He knows too, and he speeds up only a fraction when something breaks inside of me. Like elastic snapping. I break.

My orgasm doesn't only fall but it explodes. My juices squirt up high and my body is suddenly drained of everything.

He takes both of his hands away, and wraps his arms around my body. He's taken my soul.

But he hasn't finished. He fucks me still. But he let's loose. He pounds me like he has no control. He holds my body against him and turning my face he crashes his mouth against mine.

He steals my breath as I steal his roar.

I taste him in my mouth. And he finally finds his release. Growling out, he holds me tight. Crushing me against him. I come with him. Another explosion shuddering through my body. I can't handle anything.

My whole body is so sensitive and beaten that I can't even move. He lifts me gently. After giving me everything I needed, he gave me what I wanted.

He kissed me gently and moved my hair from my face before lying me in the bed beside him. I wondered if he turned the water off.

He pulls my back against him, and holds me. His cock already hardening against my abused body. "I will never let you go Red." I smile as sleep claims me. I already know.

We built the spires up

To bring them falling down;

Their scattered dust & rust

Fall softly on the ground.

What mist

(or spray)

Will calm them?

What muddy, bloody brew?

To build again,

With sweaty men,

“The Spires, the Spires!”

Mighty risen ruins.

Every morning I peep out of my window in hopes I will catch you playing in your garden.

Yesterday, you turned twenty. I left a rose in one of the notches on the lattice paneling around your porch, and was pleased to see you stroke it across your collar bone as you talked to yourself in your vanity mirror. Who were flirting with, my lady?

Today, I sat drenched in my own sweat at the sight of you prancing around outside, dipping low to pluck a sweet little flower from out of your garden.

Your breast slipped out of your delicately thin white top, and when you stood up it was delightful to see how oblivious you were to the warm breeze caressing your soft supple skin. How I hungered for you then. How badly I wanted my tongue to slide up and down your chest-if only I were the wind.

Tonight, while you undress in front of your window like you tend to do, I will be staring out of mine, grabbing onto that part of me that I dream one day will be a part of you. I could just kiss the nape of your neck and put my hand around it to bend you over and separate your.....   Forget it.  I feel like pulling out my hair in frustration, my lady! You tease me so.    Won't you come over to give me a basket of flowers or maybe a vegetable so I can  invite you in to see where I grow mine!

I was so excited. I'm on my way to my boyfriends for some good old fashioned fun.

Today is my birthday and we had organised less than a few weeks ago that I would come here, and I would spend the night.

Mmm. I hope he fucks me good. Like when he fucks me really hard. My heart pounds already and my pussy is beginning to get damp.

I finally get to his house and knock on the door. After receiving no answer, I put my ear to the thick wood.

There's noises in there. He must be home.

I quickly walk around the back and look up at the vines. I've climbed up here a number of times in the past so I know that I can do it.

Although I usually wear trainers, not 4 inch high stilettos. And I usually wear jeans, not stockings.

I grip the strong vines and slip my foot onto the wooden slats beneath the greenery. Here goes…

I only take a couple of steps upward when I realise I won't be able to do it.

Bad day to decide on wearing only lingerie under my big bulky coat.

It's not too dark yet so I really hope nobody sees me.

I slip the shoes from my feet and drop the coat to the floor. I'm quick this time and I make it to the window fast.

Shit!

Only the small rectangular window is open, usually he would of left the larger window on the catch so that I can get in.

Oh well.

I'm here now.

I begin to push through the window and after squeezing my tits through, my stomach slides through easily and I slap my hands onto his bedside table for leverage.

I have a huge fantasy that comes to mind and stops me from moving forward.

I would be stuck in a window, just like this,only on the ground floor. Somebody would come behind me and remove my underwear.

I wouldn't know who it would be. He would fuck me hard and fast. Giving me no room or space to get away he would pound into me over and over again.

I'd come all over the strangers dick whilst stuck in the window, never even knowing who he is.

So hot. And now is not the time for me to be getting excited. I'm now halfway through the window. Only my hips and arse on the other side. It's a tight fit. I push and feel the wood dig into my skin, but with an extra shove, I finally fall through and onto his bed.

You better bloody make me scream Eddie.

I lie on the bed trying hard to get my breathing under control. My chest aches and when I feel able to continue I stand and check my reflection.

My sexy lingerie has been ripped. Even the stockings. I have skin showing through the red lace of the corset.

Two large rips on my stomach and one large rip has almost completely revealed my tit. The left cup flaps down and my nipple can be seen.

I should be upset that all this effort has been ruined but I find it disturbingly hot.

There's no point in waiting any longer. I leave the comfort of the bedroom and walk through to the hall. At the top of the stairs I can hear the voices again and creep down the stairs.

By the time I get to the bottom. I realise it's the TV. Two women moaning and sexually talking to one another. I'm too horny to be mad.

So I reveal myself.

“You don't need that baby. I'm here now.”

I walk the few steps into the living room to find I'm right. The TV shows two gorgeous naked women playing with one another.

But one thing I was wrong about is, Eddie isn't here. Instead I stare into the eyes of his father as his fist strokes up and down his huge length. Pumping fast to the sight of two sex goddesses pounding one another with hot pink toys.

“Eddie's not here lexi! I'd get going if I were you. You look like a porn star. Good work.”

He then turns back to the TV and continues.

“Sorry daddy. I really hoped he was here. I'm so turned on.”

“Firstly don't call me that. Secondly, you should fuck off. I don't want you to regret coming here.”

So he likes being called daddy hey? Perhaps…

I walk to the back of the sofa and slightly leaning over, letting my tit slip free of the satin I speak, “Are you sure you want me to leave sir?”

He twists in his seat and reaches up so that his hand grasps the back of myself before pulling.

I'm suddenly in a heap beside him. My head right beside his beast.

He doesn't even give me chance to get comfortable but with a harsh grip on my hair he forces his cock deep into my throat.

Then I take over I begin to suck the huge length fast and hard, he strokes his hand away from my hair and travels the skin of my back before reaching my waist.

The he fists the lacey fabric of my thong before pulling and twisting. His fist pulls the fabric hard against my sensitive flesh and I when I rock my hips he slaps his hand against my bare backside.

“Stay the fuck still and suck my cock Lexi. You can have your turn after.”

                       ~~*~~

His groans accompany the sound of my saliva slipping all over his hard cock. I push him to the back of my throat again and again. And it only takes me another five strokes of the throat before he yanks me back and away from him.

"You're such a filthy girl. I don't know whether to reward you or punish you." Eddie's dad whispers.

"Well I'll leave that up to you daddy. I have been a bad girl, you're almost my father in law."

He quickly pulls me across his lap so that I'm straddling him, and with no hesitation whatsoever he plunges his two long fingers into my pussy, not even bothering to remove the flimsy fabric but just leaving it to dig into my flesh at one side.

His eyes hold me in place as his fingers force me to squirm. He watches me, not bothering to look down at the fingers penetrating me. He stares deep into my eyes and slowly leans forward.

I slam myself forward and crush my mouth to his, having only dipped my tongue into his mouth when he pulls me back.

"No! We're doing this my way my kinky princess. I'm going to lead."

And again, slowly he leans forward and captures my bottom lip beneath his teeth. He bites down harder as his fingers speed up. My moans escape me and when he begins to curve his fingers, my orgasm approaches.

He releases my lip and crashes his mouth to mine. My tits squashed against open shirt chest, his fingers in my cunt and his tongue exploring my mouth.

I come.

My juices spread all over his hand and I can hear the squelching sound of my come as he continues to finger fuck me. A moan exits his throat before he pulls his mouth away from my own.

"Ride my hand Lexi! Ride the hand for daddy."

I keeps his hand still as I begin to rock.

"Ahh, yes Daddy. That feels so good."

"I know it does my dirty girl. Show me how good it feels. Cum for me."

I ride faster. Harder. No longer rocking my hips. But bouncing up and down against his fist. As I rise up, he pushes a fourth finger into me and I don't know how much more I can take.

"That's it princess! Fuck my hand like the greedy girl you are."

His words tip me over the edge.

And I come again. Crying out his given nickname. "Aaah fuck! Fuck Daddy!"

With a deep growl he changes our position. Pulling me off of him and pushing me to my knees on the coffee table.

"Now you have an important Job baby girl. You need to watch the door and make sure nobody comes in... While you fuck your pussy with as many fingers as you can!"

"Ahh, ok daddy."

It won't be hard too watch the door, it's directly in front of me. But as that thought crosses my mind, Eddie's dad begins to kiss the side of my throat from behind. His rough hands grasp my tits and squeeze. It's easy for him to rip the ruined lingerie from my body. And I realise, it may be hard to concentrate.

"Oh my God. Please fuck me daddy. Please. I need you. Inside me."

"I will fuck you baby, but not until you've fucked yourself for me. Come on. Show me how many fingers you can fit inside there. Then I'll show you how big my cock feels inside your little pussy."

His words spur me on and I quickly push two fingers into my come soaked cunt. I fuck myself fast and rough, when he pulls my hair and stills any movement.

"Slowly princess. This isn't a race."

I begin the movements again only this time, slowly. Gently. By the time I have my third finger in there Eddie's dad is kissing the back of my neck and crushing my tits in his large strong hands. He nips me down my back, suckling and biting. His tongue leaves a trail of fire right down my back.

I push my fourth finger in as he reaches the top of my arse. I feel him spread my cheeks and I feel the slow build up that a huge orgasm brings.

"Oh, Daddy. I'm gonna come." I whimper.

"No you're not Lexi! Not yet. Hold it in. Keep slow."

I feel his tongue on my forbidden hole and squirm as I fit the last finger into my stretched cunt.

His tongue pushes inside only slightly before He swaps it for his finger. He slowly pushes in and out, gradually gaining speed. His mouth back in my neck.

He pounds my arse adding another finger, and I want nothing more than to speed my own ministrations up and explode, but I do as I'm told. With a lot of effort.

"I'm going to fuck you now Princess. And I'm going to fuck you hard."

"Yes Daddy! Yes. Oh please fuck me n-" He thrusts his huge dick deep into my back hole. My hand is still in my pussy and I can feel his beast pounding against the thin skin that separates us. I scream out in exctasy.

He doesnt slow. But speeds up. "Hands on the table Lexi! Eyes on the door!"

I'm glad to leave my sensitive pussy alone and as I slam my hands against the table I realise I can't hold back.

"Please daddy. Please can I come?"

"Come. Come for me." He pants out, and I chase the orgasm that tiny bit more.

The door swings open and my boyfriend walks in. Eddie's dad walks in. I continue to push against his daddy's hips. My orgasm too close to lose. My glazed vision catches sight of Eddie as his eyes focus on us. Shock covers his face... And I come.

"Aah Daddy! Yes Daddy yes!." My body shakes as my orgasm rolls through me.

Eddie's dad continues to pound Into me. "Lean back against my chest girl. Eddie, get over here. Your girls having the time of her life. You don't wanna miss it."

I lean back just as I was told and Eddie slowly walks up to us. Confusion evident on his face.

"Dad?"

"Don't waste time boy! Kiss your girl."

In my euphoric state I lean forward and press my lips to Eddie's. My moans are constant and soon Eddie is hungrily kissing me back. His hands travel the front of my body until he lands on my quivering pussy.

He slides his fingers in and doesn't take his time to become rough.

He pounds his fingers into me before undoing his belt and dropping his jeans.

"Fucking slut!" He snaps. "Like fucking my dad do you?!" before I can try to answer he slams his dick, balls deep into my pussy.

I cry out at the invasion but it doesn't make a difference. I've never felt so full and as both father and son repeatedly slam into me. I come. A massive explosion that shatters my being.

My mumbled moans don't even make words any longer. Eddie's dad Comes first. His milk dripping from my arse.

Eddie takes a couple of minutes longer. The words whore, slut, cheap coming from his mouth. But my mind blanks and I don't take the sentences in.

He comes. Blowing a huge load inside of me.

I slowly drop to the table and somebody carries me to a comfortable bed.

It doesn't take too long for me to realise that I have a body either side of me.

Father and son. Best birthday present ever.