"Oh, baby, baby," Nolan moaned as he pushed his prick in inch by inch until it filled her cunt completely. An inch of his cock still remained outside of her warm cunthole. "Grab my nuts, baby."
Denise rose slightly from the bed and felt for his immense, cum-filled balls. They were tight against the base of his cock, ready to pump fuck cream up through his gargantuan prick and into her hot cunt.
"Fuck me, Daddy! I need you!" she cried as she massaged his huge, firm nuts, marveling at their weight and size.
"They say – ugh – this is wrong – ugh. But what do they know? Uuuuuuuungh!"
Nolan slowly eased his prick out of Denise's spasming pussy and then fucked forward, trying to control himself so he wouldn't hurt his little girl's pussy flesh.
"Daddy – Daddy! Ream me out!" Denise squealed, really getting into her role.
She suddenly realized that deep down, she'd always wanted to be fucked by her father. And this was the next best thing.
"Fuck you good, baby! You're a sweet, hot little fucker!" Nolan grunted and began to fall into a fast fucking rhythm.
His prick was so huge and powerful that it pounded and bruised Denise's tiny cunt. But it felt good to her.
Her pussy had never been so full of prick meat before. She had never felt so wide open and vulnerable. Even the chafing of the cords around her wrists and ankles added to her excitement.
Each time Nolan fucked his big prick into her cunt, his groin rubbed against her long stiff clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. With all this stimulation, she knew she would be climaxing soon, and she wanted Nolan to come at the same time.
"Ooooooh – Daddy – what a big beautiful cock you have! I'll never run away again!" she sighed, knowing this was what he wanted her to say.
She squeezed her cunt muscles, contracting her tight pussy tunnel around his thick, throbbing cock.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ!" he screamed, lashing her fuckhole even harder with his huge sticky prick.
Denise grabbed his firm, hairy ass with both hands and dug her nails deeply into his assflesh.
"Aaaaaaagh!" he bellowed, humping her writhing cunt with a ferocity that overwhelmed her.
"Come with me, Daddy!" she pleaded, grinding her cunt up against his wiry cock hairs. "Shoot your load in your little girl's hot, horny cunt!"
The sound of her soft, breathy voice and the feel of her moist, squirming cunt hole were too much for Nolan. He felt the fierce waves of orgasm crash trough his nuts and sear his prickshaft.
"Comiiiiiuiiiing!" he gasped, grabbing hold of Denise's nipples and twisting them unmercifully.
The sharp pain in her tits flashed to her clit and cunt, providing the stabbing stimulation that catapulted her over the edge.
"Aaaaagh! Gonna COME!" she shrieked, beating her fists against his chest.
Nolan's cock began to spurt jizz – hot oily stuff that jetted to the end of Denise's cunt tunnel and quickly filled up her writhing fuckhole.
"Fuck meeeee!" she screeched, reaching the peak of her climax, going insane with the extraordinary joy of being totally dominated.
Nolan jerked his ass and gnashed his teeth, completely overtaken by his powerful orgasm.
They held each other close, gasping and heaving as the waves of their pleasure slowly subsided. Denise drifted off into a light sleep, only vaguely sensing when Nolan extricated himself from her embrace and got up off the bed.
A few moments later, Denise thought she heard the door open. The sound of men speaking in hushed voices registered on her fuzzy brain, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"What the fuck…" she gasped, sitting up with a start and covering her tits with her palms.
Steve, Chad and Carl were standing at the foot of the bed, leering down at her. They were all naked. They all had massive erections.
Steve had the bloody flower vase he had fucked the blonde with in his hands.
Nolan was standing at the door, his clothes hanging askew on his body, a twisted smile on his face.
"Enjoy yourselves, fellows," he said. "She's a fine cunt!" He turned on his heel and walked out.
Denise looked up at the men, terrified. She was tired and wanted to be left alone.
"Nooooooooooo!" she screamed as they approached her.
CHAPTER NINE
Denise woke up feeling light and refreshed. She snuggled against her husband's warm back and ass, and he moaned with pleasure, still fast asleep.
It had been a week since she had spread her legs for all those strangers at Phil's party, and she was just beginning to get over her ordeal.
Thank God Dan was out of town at a sales convention that weekend! she thought for the hundredth time with a familiar twinge of guilt.
Phil had called her up the day after the party and had tried to continue with his blackmailing scheme, threatening her with exposure if she did not show up at his next party.
"Go to hell, you bastard!" she had yelled at him over the phone. "Send your Goddamn pictures! I dare you!"
She had slammed down the receiver and cut him off. And now it looked like her gamble had paid off. He hadn't sent the photos to Dan. Obviously, he realized that he'd be implicated just as much as she would if he went through with his sickening plan.
"The slimy bastard!" Denise spat, shuddering at the thought of him.
"Hmmmmm?" Dan mumbled. He was slowly coming awake. "How's my luscious, sexy wife this morning?" He turned toward her, grabbing her around the waist.
"What do you think?" she murmured, grasping his morning hard-on.
They fucked slowly and gently for more than an hour, luxuriating in the steady, agonizingly drawn-out rhythm of their mutual climaxes.
Afterwards, they rested and showered, and Denise fixed them both a hearty breakfast. Dan, gulping down his coffee, grabbed his wallet and peeled out a stack of twenty dollar bills.
He smiled up at Denise. "Baby – you haven't gone on a real shopping spree in ages. Take this, and spend the day buying some gorgeous clothes for that gorgeous body of yours."
Denise giggled and winked slyly at him. "You don't have to tell me twice!" She scooped up the bills without hesitation.
It was nearly six in the evening when the cab dropped Denise in front of the apartment building. She was flushed with excitement and from the exertions of the day. She had hit all the posh stores downtown and had come away with two incredibly sexy negligees, a pair of tight silk pants and several sheer, see-through blouses.
The doorman helped her with her packages and rang for the elevator. She was so anxious to model her new things for Dan she nearly bolted for the stairs and ran up the six flights. The fifty seconds she had to wait for the elevator seemed like an eternity.
When it finally deposited her on the sixth floor, she rushed down the hall, nearly dropping her bags and boxes. She set her packages down, withdrew her key, and opened the door.
"Darling, I'm home!" she called.
But she stopped in her tracks. Something was definitely wrong. All the lights were off, and she could actually sense the tension in the air.
"Dan?" she called softly.
She discovered him sitting in the dark on the couch in the living room. A half-empty bottle of scotch stood on the end table next to him. Glossy photos were strewn around him.
"Oh my God!" Denise gasped. "Dan, I can explain…"
"Shut up!" His voice cut into her like steel. He turned toward her, a cold dead look in his eye.
"Dan, honey…"
"Got these special delivery today while you were out…you cocksucking whore! I trusted you!"
A mournful, agonizing note had entered his voice. The sound of his pain hurt Denise more than anything.
"You're nothing but a filthy slut! And I loved you so much!" He stood up and clumsily straightened his jacket.