Vainly, Glenda tried to peer over her shoulder. She couldn’t make out what Bob Smith was doing, but ripples of mingled fear and excitement churned through her tummy.
She ached all over and she could hardly breathe. Her pussy was still twitching, gaping wide, still in shock from the hard, deep fucking Moose had given her.
Bob was kneeling over her, his legs on either side of her bound gams, holding them together. A savage look creased his dark, Nubian features. His foot long pecker knifed the night air like a tarred lance.
He was holding his belt. He held the buckle in his palm and wound the thick leather strap twice around his big hand.
Looking over at Moose and Hank, Bob Smith growled huskily, “Mind if I tan this slut’s hide a little? Thought maybe I’d teach her a lesson for being such a fuckin’ bitch!”
“Be my guest, man!” Hank Rigorettino muttered hoarsely, his blue eyes gleaming with sadistic excitement. “Whup the cow! Whup her GOOD!”
Both Hank and Moose were sporting raging hardons again as they watched Bob prepare to lay into Glenda’s upturned, lily white ass.
Glenda had a gorgeous ass. Full, creamy globes of pure, silk-smooth flesh, separated by a deep, dimpled, vertical smile.
Bob Smith grunted, lifting his powerful right arm, his muscles bulging massively beneath his sleek black flesh. He snarled, bringing the belt down in a clean, swift arc.
It snapped sharply across the tender hills of Glenda Farrell’s unsuspecting buns, the report echoing through the vacant lot. The thick belt strap licked deeply into Glenda’s bare buns, and the gagged red-head gave a strangled scream, her body jerking violently.
An angry red mark lashed across the lily white spheres of her buns as white heat scorched Glenda’s senses.
Bob Smith grunted savagely, slicing the belt across her squirming buttocks once more, crisscrossing the first red mark with a second. Glenda bucked and writhed frantically, screaming hoarsely through the bunched jock strap which gagged her mouth.
Pain seared and rippled like a living thing through her lower body. Her vision swam on a sea of tears and white spots rippled hazily through her pain-numbed brain.
“Yeah! Take THAT, cunt! And THAT! UNNGH! UNNGH! UNNGH!” Bob Smith panted thickly, whipping the bound beauty’s tortured derriere full force, his biceps bulging as he swung his powerful arm again and again.
His thickly muscled thighs and legs clamped around her with brutal force, pinning the writhing red-head to the ground as he beat her blazing ass, turning it from creamy white to angry red.
Pain blistered Glenda’s senses. She screamed till she was hoarse, and then suddenly, stopped struggling. Something was happening, something unbelievable.
The excruciating agony was perversely merging with dark, naked passion. Her puffy, dripping pussy spasmed and burned with uncontrollable bitch lust. No longer did Glenda struggle to avoid Bob Smith’s brutal belt.
She was, in fact, lifting her stinging, burning buttocks, masochistically offering them up, shuddering and sobbing as she felt a savage thrill of pure, primal sensation grow and seethe and explode through her body…
“Damn! This gets me fuckin’ HOT!” Bob Smith panted hoarsely.
His brawny physique was soaked with sweat, glistening in the lamp-light, looking purplish black. His eyes were dark pools of primitive passion.
Tossing the belt aside, Bob Smith scrambled down, gripping Glenda’s waist with his hands, pushing his huge horse-cock against her blazing ass crack. He ground his pelvis against her from behind, and Glenda moaned hoarsely, feeling the enormous slab of his pecker sliding lewdly all over her smarting, whipped buttocks.
“Gonna take her ass, man!” Bob announced hoarsely. “Yeah, gonna slide my tube steak right up her old dirt road…”
He pushed his schlong deep in her slick, warm butt crevice, prodding the spit-lubricated rosebud of her tender anus. Moose and Hank were up on their knees now, panting thickly, masturbating their twitching whangers as they watched their black buddy prepare to sodomize the helplessly trussed up red-head.
Digging his strong fingers into her tender white flesh, Bob tensed his muscles and clenched his pearly whites. With a guttural growl, the brawny brute snapped his pelvis forward hard.
For a brief moment, Glenda’s stubborn sphincter muscle balked at accepting so huge an obstacle. Then, reluctantly, it gave way, slowly stretching as Bob increased the force of his thrust.
Glenda’s eyes bulged and she shrieked hoarsely. Her brutally expanded bunghole squelched snugly around the plum-colored knob of Bob Smith’s horsedong. White hot agony ripped through her entrails, and she squirmed frantically, trying to pull away.
Bob Smith moaned in bestial delight, feeling the furnace hot tightness of her juicy rectum milk around his bull-dick, almost hurting him, she was so tight. He punched forward brutally, and Glenda’s body heaved and bucked as fresh pain strobed her senses.
Inch after big, black inch, Bob Smith’s huge horse-meat stroked up the velvety chute of Glenda’s tight ass, pumping right into her guts, till her bloated anus quivered around the wrist-thick root of his manhood. Bob’s kinky pubes rubbed against her aching, bruised buttocks like a Brillo pad.
“Aaaaaaah! Hot tight slut ASS!” Bob Smith grunted hoarsely. “Damn, bitch, feels good and tight up there!”
He undulated his hips, making his prick jerk masterfully against the torn, blazing walls of her violated rectum. His big paws went around her body and found the swollen mounds of her titties, crushing them.
Bob Smith’s hot breath blasted in Glenda’s right ear as he began to hunch his hips slowly, diabolically, up and down. His twelve inch schlong pumped in and out like a well-greased piston, sliding back almost half-way before punching deep inside her once more.
Glenda’s body jerked violently each time Bob fucked his dong deep in her tortured guts, and each thrust elicited a choked, agonized squawk from her throat.
But the blinding pain was slowly starting to ebb. In its place, a dark, molten surge of heat trickled through her hard-fucked bowels.
Yes, it was feeling good. So incredibly good. Oh, God! Oh GOD! I like it. I LOVE IT! she thought dimly.
She began to relax, wallowing in the wretched, degenerate sensations which flooded her. Her squirming butt-hole started to suck and milk greedily around the heavy purple-black tube steak which stroked lewdly in and out of her steamy innards.
Bob Smith licked her ear, whispering hoarse, crude things to her as he squeezed her aching jugs and pumped his fat dick in and out of her tight ass, harder and harder, faster and faster. The lewd sound of sweaty flesh slapping savagely together echoed through the empty lot.
Hank Rigorettino wanted in on this hot action. The rugged blond athlete had a raging erection, and he sprang down onto the concrete, his blue eyes glittering as he watched Bob’s black manhood slice into Glenda’s puckered anus.
“Lemme plug the bitch’s cunt, man!” Hank muttered thickly. “Roll her over on her side and we’ll fuck her from both sides!”
Bob grunted, leaning into Glenda, sliding all twelve inches of his bull-dick up her ass. Holding it up there, he pulled Glenda over on her side, so that she faced Hank.
Glenda moaned through her gag as she felt the Negro brute start to fuck her ass again, snapping his hips energetically back and forth, cramming his horse-dong way up Glenda’s guts time and time again.
Hank scooted up to her, grinning nastily as he fondled her swollen, tied up knockers. His blue eyes strobed signals of mocking, sadistic lust and triumph into her wide, tear-filled hazel eyes.
“Gettin’ into it, aren’t you, Glenda?” Hank sneered thickly, strumming her ripe nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. “Yeah, you’re finding out what a real slut you are, ain’t ya? This day’s gonna be burned in your mind, girl. The day that Glenda got hers, man! Yeah! Now I’m gonna fuck your twat, bitch!”
He gripped his pulsing schlong, slapping the bloated knob mischievously against the swollen, pulpy petals of her labia. Glenda shuddered as Hank started to pump his throbbing member up her steamy hole.
Her body exploded with white hot sensation. Bob Smith’s twelve inch phallus was ramming in and out of her quaking, wide-stretched ass. And now. Hank’s sturdy sex-tool pierced her tender vagina, burrowing deep, pumping to the root in her spasming snatch.
“Aaaaah! Hot pussy, Glenda, baby! MMMM! Yeah!” Hank moaned happily, wiggling his hips as he stirred his boner in her juicy twat.
A thin filament of silky flesh was all that separated the brawny studs’ pounding peckers. Each guy could feel the swollen hardness of the other’s dick through this diaphanous membrane. And, boy, could Glenda feel those two mighty whangers screwing her good!
Two dicks in Glenda! Wow! It was incredible! The lava-like rush of sheer rapture washed through the buxom red-head’s lower body.
She seemed to float and flounder in a molten sea of liquid, seething sensation. She felt totally opened up, totally filled, totally helpless…
Her ass and pussy blazed with almost unbearable ecstasy. Each time Bob or Hank rammed his cock up to the base inside her, Glenda’s body writhed and bucked and she uttered a strangled shriek, gnashing her teeth wildy around Bob’s musky jock strap.
Her trussed up, buxom body was sandwiched between the two sweaty, muscle-bound studs, and the breath was nearly knocked from her lungs each time they rammed into her. Her hot, quivering butt-hole and velvety, suctioning snatch milked sluttishly at Bob’s and Hank’s throbbing, pounding pricks.
“Aaaawww, m-man! Gonna fuckin’ SHOOT!” Smith bellowed hoarsely.
He heaved forward hard, punching all twelve inches of his fuck-pole up Glenda’s steamy bowels. His cock jerked like a cannon, hot balls of sperm spraying deep in Glenda’s wanton guts, again and again…
The hulking Negro rolled away from the buxom red-head, uttering a hoarse, gravelly groan of bestial satisfaction. Hank took this opportunity to push Glenda over on her back, with her hands pinned behind her.
He rocked his pelvis to and fro, churning his sex-prong around in her hot, juicy snatch. He fucked into her hard and fast, his hands planted on the pavement on either side of her.
His sweat-soaked, scum-bloated nuts swung in a savage trajectory, smacking against Glenda’s aching buns each time the blond stud stroked his schlong to the root in her tight pussy.
“Yeah, bitch, you like being tied up and raped by three big studs, don’t ya?” Hank growled thickly, pumping into her roughly, making Glenda’s ballooning titties bounce and quiver like overturned bowls of vanilla pudding, topped with cherries.
Hank felt savage lust and pleasure knotting in his hairy balls. Glenda’s moist, satiny love-pocket squirmed and stroked around his bloated, pumping member. Damn, it felt good… He shuddered as he twisted his prick around inside her a few times.
Then, Hank pulled out. Panting hard, he scrambled forward, straddling Glenda’s middle. He slapped his dripping ramrod into her cleavage, crushing the mounds of Glenda’s stupendous breasts together around his meat.
Lewdly, the handsome stud fucked Glenda’s tits, snapping his fingers and thumbs around her swollen nipples, twisting and pinching them savagely. The angry red knob of his bull-cock bumped rhythmically against Glenda’s chin.
“Uh huh! Fuckin’ your boobs, babe! Yeah! Really usin’ you, like the whore-cunt you are!” Hank rasped hoarsely, twisting her nipples like radio knobs, making them explode with mingled agony and ecstasy.
Sadistic passion strobed through Rigorettino’s body. Grunting thickly, he scooted forward, squatting on her big, bouncy breasts. Roughly, Hank pulled the soiled jock strap from between Glenda’s teeth.
He was jacking his pulsating tube steak hard and fast, the savage heat mounting in his throbbing, bloated nuts. Grabbing a handful of Glenda’s hair, he dragged her face forward, slapping and rubbing his twitching dong all over her cheeks and lips and nose and eyes.
“Open wide, slut!” Hank muttered in a taut, strangled voice. “Get ready for my thick, hot stud-juice! Take it, bitch! Y-Yeah! TAKE IT! AAAAAARRRRGGGH!”
Rigorettino’s boner went off like a Roman candle. As body-searing jolts of bestial rapture seared the handsome jock from head to toe, his jerking dong pumped thick, steamy jets of sperm all over Glenda’s gasping face. His heavy load soaked her cheeks and chin, spattering over her hair.
Big gobs of semen blasted over Glenda’s sluttishly extended tongue, fountaining in her hungry mouth, running in warm, yummy rivulets down her greedy gullet. Hank shuddered and gasped, tossing his head from side to side, beads of sweat spraying from the short ends of his straw blond hair. He slapped Glenda’s face a few times with his aching pecker, smearing sperm across her flushed cheeks and pouty red lips.
Bob Smith and Moose, who were watching, were masturbating their own solid truncheons. Now, as Hank stood up and swaggered to where his clothes were discarded, the big brutes scrambled up to Glenda’s head.
They forced the bound beauty to suck and lick their musky dicks all over, cramming them down her throat one at a time. They pumped their pricks in a frenzy of lust, swiping her panting lips and darting tongue with their fat cock-knobs.
They worked their peckers vigorously, till almost in unison, Bob and Moose roared in savage pleasure and let loose with torrents of pungent man-cream, saturating Glenda’s face and pumping her mouth full with fresh wads of gooey sperm and semen…
Hank bent down and cut the ropes which bound together Glenda’s hands and feet. The stunned, exhausted red-head lay sprawled on the hard concrete, moaning feebly. She ached all over. She was dizzy. She didn’t even think she would be capable of moving for quite some time.
The three studs who had just brutally raped her were guffawing and joking coarsely as they zipped up their pants and put on their shoes and shirts.
Hank strode up to where Glenda lay and squatted down to look at her.
“Forgot my shoe-laces, baby,” he drawled mockingly, unknotting the strings which dug painfully into her bruised knockers. “Thanks for the date! You ever need a good, hard fuck, just give me a call!”
With a loud laugh, he sprinted over to the car, into which the other two guys had already piled. The car went screeching away from the deserted warehouse, leaving Glenda alone and naked among the tattered remnants of her clothes…
Somehow, Glenda made it home that night. She managed to pin together her clothes in a semi-respectable fashion and took a cab as soon as she saw one.
She felt numb and blank. For a few days, she seemed to live in a dream world where nothing made sense and everything was routine.
Then, a wild surge of energy possessed her. She decided to make her mark on the world. She quit college and prepared to leave for the Big Apple, New York City! She was going to sear across the modeling scene and make it on the covers of those fashion magazines if it killed her!
Glenda Farrell the spoiled, naive little princess was no more. In her stead was a woman, a woman with passion and ambition…
A woman with needs, deep needs, dark needs. Needs which plumbed the depths of her soul. She was confused, excited, frightened, but above all, determined to Live with a capital L!
Rupert and Sharon had had an idyllic marriage. He was a hot shot policeman in Potter’s Bluff, the son and the grandson of mayors of the city. He liked the power and the good a policeman had in the community. It gave Rupert a sense of strength and self-worth.
Sharon had been a vivacious, lovely thing, a redhead like Glenda, and she was the winner of several major beauty pageants, including Miss Arkansas, before she married Rupert.
Glenda, their only child, was their pride and joy, and when she grew up to be such a bright, gorgeous, popular young thing, they were proud as punch.
Then, Sharon died and Rupert was all alone in the wood frame house on Lothario Lane with his buxom teenaged daughter. He tried dating other women for a while. He was a ruggedly handsome fellow, and became the youngest Police Chief in the state, so he was considered quite a good catch.
But he couldn’t get very interested in the other women. His memories of Sharon obsessed him, and he found himself looking at Glenda and seeing Sharon; seeing Sharon slowly, voluptuously become all of those things he had found the most exciting in his wife…
Rupert began to drink quite a lot. He lavished affection and money on his spoiled child, and mentally punished himself for the incestuous desires which started to burn in his brain and in his balls…
Lately, he had begun to frequent prostitutes. He chose red-haired girls in their late teens. He created elaborate fantasy-scenarios in sleazy motel rooms, and paid through the teeth for this luxury.
Sometimes, when he had drunk enough and was lust-crazed enough, he made the girl say she was “Glenda” and call him “Daddy”. Later, he would be almost prostrated with remorse…
When Glenda announced one day that she was planning to leave home and move to New York, it affected Rupert terribly. It was as if his wife had told him she was leaving him for another man… He felt guilty about this, and tried to be happy and supportive of his daughter’s momentous decision.
“What’s good for my Princess is good enough for me!” he said.
Glenda gave him a strange, tender look, something subtle flickering in her long-lashed hazel eyes. She had penetrated a barrier of her father’s personality, and had seen things that had been invisible before.
Glenda was especially kind and sweet to her father during the last few weeks before she left town. One day, about a week before she left, Glenda said to her father, “Daddy, on Tuesday night, I’m going to have a special party for you, so don’t make any plans.”
“What kind of party, Glenda?” Rupert Farrell inquired, curious.
“A party for you and me. Your birthday is next month, and I won’t be there, so we’ll celebrate early. And we’ll celebrate my big step towards fame and riches!”
Tuesday night, Rupert was sprawled in his big arm chair in the den, watching a football game on the boob tube. He had a Heineken clutched in one beefy paw, and about six empty beer cans were scattered on the floor at his feet.
Rupert Farrell was a strikingly handsome man. He was forty, and seemed in his prime. He was big and brawny. A two year stint in the Marines had taught him self-discipline and bodily pride.
Now, he took great care of his physique, working out at the gym at the police station at least three times a week.
Six foot three, Rupert Farrell weighed two hundred and sixty pounds of beefy brawn. He had a squarish head with a belligerent, lantern-like jaw. Thick, surly brows shaded his deep-set, storm-gray eyes.
He had craggy, copper-toned good looks, like one of those rugged guys in Marlborough commercials. His black hair was cropped within a half inch of his scalp in military fashion.
That evening, Rupert’s red and black checkered lumberjack shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the heavy slabs of his chest muscles and thick coils of the dense, dark hair which foamed over much of his body. His well-worn dungarees bulged massively at the crotch. His legs were long and thick at the thighs, trunks of powerful muscle.
He heard the front door bang, and his ears pricked up. He heard Glenda’s dainty foot-fall on the hail floor, and unwitting lust crept through his sweaty balls.
“Daddy?” Glenda called in her silvery, musical tones.
“Yes, honey?” Rupert called back.
“I’ll be down in a minute!” she cried, and he heard her going up the stairs.
A few minutes later, Glenda called from the top of the stairs, “Daddy! Come upstairs! I’ve got a surprise for you!”
Rupert grunted, getting to his feet and striding towards the stairs. The big law enforcement officer felt a trifle groggy from all the beer he had consumed, but he was always ready to oblige his darling daughter.
“Where are you, Glenda?”
“In your room, Daddy!”
Rupert walked through the threshold of his room and gasped. It was festooned with crepe paper and glowed with the light of many candles. Glenda stood beaming in the center of the room, holding out a cake with white frosting, covered with little candles. The bed was heaped with packages, and a bottle of champagne on ice rested on his bed side table.
“Oh, Glenda! You shouldn’t have!” Rupert exclaimed, truly moved.
“Of course I should! My darling Daddy deserves only the best!” Glenda cried merrily, setting down the cake and giving her father a big kiss.
Her lips felt warm and supple against his, and an uncontrollable surge of kinetic heat rippled through the brawny cop as his buxom daughter’s mouth brushed his.
Glenda looked dazzling. She was wearing a sexy crimson dressing gown, knotted at the waist with a red velvet belt. The gown had long sleeves and a high collar, which were fringed with fluffy white rabbit fur. Her thick red hair tumbled sexily around the shoulders of the gown.
“Come, Daddy,” Glenda purred, taking his arm after they had each eaten a slice of cake. “Let’s open the presents!”
Each gift was prettily wrapped in colored paper and tied with ribbons. Glenda plopped down in an antique rocking chair and watched impishly as her handsome father unwrapped his presents.
The first few gifts were pretty routine: slippers, a tie, a bottle of Rupert’s favorite cologne, etc. Then they really started getting unusual and interesting.
“What’s this for?” Rupert inquired, furrowing his brows as he held up two lengths of white rope.
The package contained a half dozen of these ropes, each one wound up and neatly tied with a red ribbon.
“Well, rope always comes in handy!” Glenda teased with a giggle, sipping from a glass of bubbly.
She watched impishly as her father unwrapped the next present. Rupert gasped and threw his daughter a frowning look. But he was unable to repress a smile when he saw the delighted look on her gorgeous face.
“I could run you in for this, young lady!” Police Chief Farrell thundered in mock anger.
The package contained an ounce of fragrant Acapulco Gold. Fine, aromatic marijuana — the very best! Several fat, rolled joints were tucked into the bag.
“Oh, don’t be such a goody goody!” Glenda giggled. “Haven’t you ever smoked grass before, Daddy? Even once?”
“No, ma’am,” Rupert said firmly. “And it shocks me no end to know that you obviously have!”
“Daddy, you’re the limit! Get with it! Pot is FUN! It mellows you out! Police Chief or not, tonight your naughty little girl is going to get you stoned!”
Glenda lit up one of the reefers and took a deep drag. She passed it to Rupert, who hesitated for only a moment before puffing on it. He liked the way it tasted.
Strange, heated excitement was building within him. This was quite an unorthodox birthday party his little girl was throwing him!
Something was in the air, some secret, Rupert knew instinctively that he and his daughter were moving into excitingly dangerous territory…
The marijuana tingled through his senses subtly. At first, he didn’t even realize what was happening, because he already had a buzz from the beer and champagne. Then it hit him, with a glorious splash of liquid heat.
Everything seemed rosy and warm and oh so sensual! Glenda looked exotic in her red, fur-lined dressing gown. He’d never seen in her that garment before. She was inclined to wear very revealing outfits which all but bared her stupendous knockers — knockers Rupert thought about incessantly, and longingly…
It struck him suddenly that it was odd that Glenda was wearing that gown now. It covered her body from neck to ankle. It hugged the shapely contours of her hour glass figure, however, showing off those high, proud breasts.
The next gift was a black leather riding crop. Rupert looked at it, puzzled, and then gaped at Glenda till she laughed.
“I thought you might want to take up horse back riding!” Glenda giggled teasingly.
“GLENDA!” Rupert cried hoarsely, scandalized as he opened the next package.
It contained a rather large vibrator, smooth and ivory white, complete with batteries! It was ten and a half inches long.
“You can give it to one of your lady friends, if you like, you sly dog!” Glenda giggled.
“Young lady, you are really naughty!” Rupert growled, but then he grinned.
Lust was winding its molten tendrils through his lower body. His heart was pounding and his hands felt clammy. He could hardly see straight. And Glenda kept passing him a joint to puff on, lighting one right after the other…
The last package was, quite obviously, a stack of magazines. Rupert supposed it was old issues of Sports Illustrated, which Glenda knew he liked to collect.
He was astounded to find that he was wrong. Very wrong! The luridly illustrated magazines were certainly about a primitive form of sport, but one not shown on public television very often.
They had titles like Bondage News, Rope, Bound Beauties, Tied & Whipped, Roped Sluts, etc. Each page of each magazine was chock full of shockingly revealing photographs of people doing outrageous sexual things to one another.
But all these pictures and magazines were about hot S & M scenes. Big, busty blondes, tied and gagged, clamps on their nipples, whip marks on their bare buttocks, got fucked from behind by powerful studs, some with leather masks, some with whips and belts, which they liberally made use of.
Thoroughly stoned, his head swimming on an erotic sea of dizzy sensation, Rupert flipped through the pages of the magazines without a word, his gray eyes blazing greedily as he drank in the lascivious images which gleamed glossily in the warm candle light.
Slowly, he looked up, a confused, rather stricken expression on his flushed, ruggedly handsome visage.
“Glenda, honey, uh, why… why did you give me these?” he croaked hoarsely.
Glenda shrugged, smiling at him voluptuously. Her vixenish hazel eyes strobed signals of unabashed desire at her sexy Dad.
“Because I thought it might be fun, Daddy,” she purred, rising from the rocking chair.
She took a final sip of champagne and whirled around to face him, her eyes flashing as she unknotted the belt to her robe. Smiling sensuously, the buxom red-head let the dressing gown slip from her shoulders and fall in a crimson heap at her feet.
Rupert Farrell gasped aloud, his eyes rounding. He couldn’t believe what he saw! He blinked and shook his head. No, it was true!
Glenda wore a shocking outfit. It consisted of a sexy corset-like ensemble made largely of black lace, so it was virtually transparent. This unusual corset curved into a half-brassiere, which cupped the lower slopes of Glenda’s enormous, thrusting jugs, fully revealing her ripe, red nipples.
There was a big gash cut in the crotch of the gossamer piece of clothing, a gash fringed in red fur, and this gash revealed the fleshy gash of Glenda’s hot cunt! Glenda had shaven her twat smooth as a baby’s, and the moist, pouty lips gleamed in the candle light, coral pink and dewy with girl-lust.
Connected to the corset with garters were a pair of black net stockings, sexily shading the red-head’s lithe, shapely gams. On her feet, she wore black stiletto-heeled shoes.
She looked incredible! Flame-red hair, sexy hazel eyes, queen-sized titties, wet, smooth snatch, and that outrageous outfit! It was enough to make a fellow cream in his BVDs!
Which is almost what Police Chief Farrell did as he gawked at his nubile nineteen year old daughter, standing in front of him in his bedroom.
“Like it, Daddy?” Glenda cried musically, spinning around as she displayed her ensemble.
Rupert became aware that the perfume she wore was very enticing. He was also aware of the uncomfortable bulge in his pants…
“It’s… It’s very sexy, Glenda!” he managed to gasp thickly, blushing to the roots.
“Now, Daddy,” Glenda said gaily, darting over to his dressing table. “I want you to get all dressed up for your little girl!”
“Huh?” Rupert inquired a little stupidly.
“Here! I’ve laid everything out for you to put on!” Glenda remarked briskly, stepping aside to show him what she meant.
Rupert’s old policeman uniform, from when he was a cop on a beat, was laid out neatly across the table. Alongside the uniform and his hat were his gun in its holster, his handcuffs, and his billy club.
“Honey, your old man is getting just a little bewildered,” Rupert Farrell admitted with a shaky chuckle.
“We’re going to have a wild, fun party, Daddy!” Glenda cried, pouting girlishly, “Please play! Now! I’ll go into my room and put on some music, and when I come back, I hope to see you all dressed up like a big, mean cop! Won’t it be fun? We’ll act out a fun little play, just you and me!”
With that, the naughty red-head skipped out of the room and entered hers, which was just two doors down the hall. Glenda’s heart was pounding wildly. Kittenish, druggy delight soared through her. She felt high as a kite, and totally exhilarated.
She had planned this little party for some time, ever since it had occurred to her that her dear, big, handsome father had the hots for her. She had seen it in his eyes.
And that thought had driven her wild with a strange, obsessive fire. Odd, confused images crashed through her sex-starved brain. She began to concoct a lurid little fantasy, a fantasy she knew she had the power to make come true…
She went over to her stereo and selected an Aretha Franklin album. She put it on, then primped in the mirror, and swayed majestically out of the room, heading towards her father and a kinky, off the wall fantasy come to life…
As she stepped into Rupert’s room, Aretha’s voice could be heard wailing over the speakers in Glenda’s room the opening lyrics of A Man And A Woman…
Glenda moaned softly, bright spots of color burning in her cheeks, her eyes flashing as she stared at the spectacle before her.
Police Chief Rupert Farrell stood masterfully in the middle of the room. His blue cap was pushed back rakishly on his head. He looked tall and proud in his spruce blue cop uniform, with its gleaming silver badge.
His gun bulged in the holster at his waist. His billy club was clutched in one big, meaty paw. His eyes were furrowed, stem and savage, blazing orbs of smoky gray…
Rupert smacked the billy club in his hand as he stared at his buxom, scantily clad daughter. Savage heat was igniting in his loins. He felt power and excitement almost overwhelm him as he slipped into the role he now knew his daughter wanted him to play.
“Marijuana and porn!” he snarled in a deep, gravelly voice. “Enough to put you away for a year, girl! I oughta run you in. Yeah, I oughta run you in right now!”
“Oh, please, Daddy! I’m sorry I was so naughty! I promise never to be so beastly again!” Glenda pleaded, batting her lashes at him innocently and poking out her lower lip.
“The law is the law, Glenda,” Rupert said harshly. “And my job is to enforce that law. To keep the scum from polluting our pristine environment. Clean, strong law enforcement. Purification. That’s my job, hitch. And you’re stepping on my toes.”
Raw lust was creeping into his voice, and Glenda shuddered, dark, primal feelings starting to swirl all through her body. She felt her nipples growing hard. She felt her pussy growing hot and wet and oh so itchy…
“Oh. Daddy! I’ll do anything to make up for it!” Glenda wailed petulantly, real tears glistening on her long lashes.
Rupert strode over to the bed and swept up the handcuffs in one beefy paw. Striding forward, he frowned at her fiercely, flexing is muscles as he towered above his buxom daughter.
“Look at you! Dressed up like a fuckin’ slut!” Police Chief Farrell snarled. “Your mother must be spinning in her grave! Come on! Put out your hands, slut!”
“Oh, Daddy! You’re so cruel!” whimpered Glenda, but she docilely extended her hands.
An illicit thrill shot through the stoned teenager as she felt the cold iron cuffs clamp tightly around her slender wrists. She was trembling in excitement. Her head was positively spinning.
“Come over here!” commanded Farrell authoritatively, pulling her by the cuffs over to the foot of the bed.
He grabbed up one of the ties she had given him. He knotted one end around the chain linking the cuffs. He took the other end and tied it securely around the bed post.
Taking another tie, he knotted it and slipped it around her neck. Cinching it tight, he tied the end of it to the bed post, too.
Glenda was thoroughly incapacitated! The tie chafed her neck deliciously, making the blood pound in her temples. She was moaning softly with almost delirious delight.
“Oh, Daddy, what are you going to DO?” Glenda wailed querulously, but her eyes were sparkling with greedy excitement.
“I’m going to teach you one helluva lesson, babe!” Farrell announced gruffly. “Hell, maybe you’re right. Maybe I can’t run you in. Wouldn’t look right, a cop turning in his own flesh and blood. Cop’s gotta enforce the laws in his own family. Use a firm hand. Keep the rebellious ones under control. I’m gonna teach you a lesson you’ll never forget, Glenda. Yeah, this is gonna be the time that Glenda got hers…”
He picked up the riding crop, gripping the phallic leather end in the strong fingers of his right hand. His gray eyes burned with savage passion as he regarded Glenda’s ripe buttocks.
The corset-like garment looked very alluring from behind, too. A gossamer stripe of lace hiked up her butt crack, forming a thin strap around her waist. The full globes of her rounded, snow white bubble buns were completely revealed.
Licking his dry lips, Rupert lifted the champagne bottle and gulped down a few mouthfuls of the bubbly liquid before turning his attention to Glenda’s derriere once more.
Bracing himself, he lifted his arm high and gave a savage grunt as he swung the riding crop down hard across Glenda’s tender bottom. The resilient crop snapped vigorously across her buns, making a loud, sharp cracking sound.
An instant later, a long rosy mark burned across the tender white globes of Glenda’s rump. Glenda’s body jerked violently as her father laid into her tingling buttocks.
She gave a high-pitched yelp, tears springing to her eyes as pain sang through her veins, savage music which thrilled her to the core. She choked back sobs of hysterical delight as Rupert swung his arm again and again, raining her agonized buttocks with brutal swipes of the stinging leather crop.
Rupert was panting thickly, sadistically loving the reverberation of each blow along his arm as he whipped his buxom daughter’s aching rump again and again. She started screaming lustily, tossing her thick mane of flame red hair, plaintively begging him to stop, to have mercy.
But he could tell from her voice that she really wanted it, more than anything else in the world. And even if she hadn’t wanted it, he was so caught up in the brutal fantasy, it was doubtful whether he would have stopped. His raging hardon strained savagely against the confines of his blue trousers and his boxer shorts, demanding release.
He varied the path of his blows, directing the crop up between her legs a few times, snapping it skillfully across the tender lips of her labia. Glenda uttered blood-curdling howls each time the crop stung her swollen snatch.
Explosions of masochistic ecstasy seared through her loins, and she sobbed and writhed, the tie twisting and burning against her throat, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her pussy juice trickled in honeyed rivulets down her legs, soaking her net stockings.
“Yeah! You like your big, masterful stud of a father tanning your hide, don’t ya, slut?” Rupert panted thickly, bringing the crop down hard. “Feel my power, bitch! Feel my raw, animal power! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”
Glenda’s body jerked and quivered, mingled pleasure and pain stinging through her reddened buttocks, making her hot pussy twitch wetly.
Rupert strode up to her, panting hard. He clapped his left hand hard against one of her red-striped buns, making it smart with fresh pain as he dug his cruel fingers into the tender, creamy flesh.
“Learned your lesson yet, cunt?” demanded the Police Chief.
“Y-Yes, Daddy! Y-YEEEES!” wailed Glenda.
“Hmmm. We’ll see about that,” he snarled gruffly, sliding the riding crop lewdly between her legs, brushing the tip of it against the velvety folds of her labia.
Abruptly, he tossed the riding crop aside. With deft fingers, he unknotted the belts which secured her to the bed posts. Glenda whimpered, sinking to her knees on the carpet, her cuffed hands drooping between her legs.
“What do you mean by reading this filth, girl?” Rupert demanded harshly, grabbing up one of the porno magazines and slapping Glenda across the face with it. “Huh? HUH? You’re nothing but a dirty whore, ain’t ya, bitch? You’re a conniving, sneaky, spoiled little whore, living high on the hog off your father’s money while you let every Tom, Dick and Harry fuck you like the dirty harlot you are!”
He slapped her face none too gently, and Glenda squealed, her cheek smarting warmly. The sight of her hulking stud of a father, looming above her like a uniformed God, was almost enough to make her swoon.
She saw the hot, savage flames which burned in his glowering eyes. She saw the way his muscles bulged beneath his clothing. She saw that extra large bulge in his pants, throbbing lewdly against his trouser leg like a rigid snake…
Rupert drew his gun. It gleamed malevolently in the candle light. It wasn’t loaded, of course, but it was still frightening. He waved it in front of Glenda’s face, then jabbed the blunt snout of the gun against her puffy lips.
“Suck my gun, girl!” roared Police Chief Farrell. “Milk this cold, steel phallus! This is the phallus of law and order! You’ve probably sucked every other phallus in Potter’s Bluff! Now it’s time to suck this one!”
Glenda gurgled as she slurped at the cold steel barrel of the gun. Rupert pumped it back and forth over her warm pink tongue. She looked up at him with big, angelic hazel eyes, little bubbles of saliva frothing at the corners of her humming, suckling mouth. It was the kind of sight which drives a gut nuts with lust…
He pulled the gun from between her lips and tossed it onto a chair. Quickly, he started to undress. His dark pants were tucked into black shiny boots. He dragged his pants down to the boots, leaving them there.
He unbuttoned his blue tunic and shrugged it off. Underneath, he wore a guinea tee shirt, baring his incredibly brawny arms and a good deal of his powerfully muscled chest.
What a body her sexy father had! Glenda stared with child-like delight at it, cooing softly. Thick tufts of black hair escaped over the neck-line of his form-fitting tank top tee shirt.
His pectorals were solid globes of bulging, beefy muscle. His arms were huge, with cantaloupe-sized biceps and ham-like hands. Tattoos adorned his thick upper arms.
Glenda swept her eyes down to his lower body, and shuddered in excitement. Rupert’s legs were strong and hairy. A set of musky, baseball-sized nuts swung meatily half-way to his knees.
His belly was starting to thicken just a little, and was very furry. From a thick, crinkly nest of coarse black hairs, Rupert Farrell’s horse-cock erupted like a truncheon, jerking savagely up and down in the air as manly lust surged through his naked loins.
His cock was eleven inches long and thick as Glenda’s wrist. Ropy veins latticed the pulsating, corrugated shaft of Rupert’s member. His cock-head was blunt and heart-shaped, about the size of a child’s list. A dewy droplet of clear moisture leaked from his fat glans, glistening like a bead of transparent mercury.
“Now it’s Daddy’s turn, bitch!” Rupert snarled thickly. “Daddy’s gonna get something for all the trouble he put into raising you, you Goddamn cocksuckin’ whore!”
He took off his cap long enough to peel out of his tight tank top tee shirt. Tossing this garment onto the bed, he plopped the cap down on his bullet-shaped head and stood mightily in front of his kneeling daughter.
His powerful legs were splayed apart. His pants and undershorts were bunched around his boots. He flexed his huge muscles, and Glenda shuddered, watching them bulge like belts and slopes of steel beneath his hot, hairy flesh.
The tie still dangled from Glenda’s neck, laying between her healthy knockers. Rupert grabbed the end of the tie and jerked on it roughly, dragging Glenda forward.
He pulled her towards a big armchair in the corner of the room, forcing Glenda to scramble frantically forward on her knees to keep from choking. When he reached the chair, Rupert sat on it, splaying his knees wide, jerking Glenda up between his legs.
“Suck Daddy’s beefy man-breasts, Glenda!” Rupert ordered harshly, gripping a handful of her hair and shoving her face against his heaving chest.
Glenda moaned hoarsely, greedily mouthing and lapping at the furry mounds of her father’s flexing pectorals. His paps grew rigid as hot rubber rivets as she circled them with her warm lips and suckled like a baby.
“Uh huh! Milk on Daddy’s pecs, Princess! Yeah! Nurse on my beefy tits, you fuckin’ whore!” Rupert snarled thickly.
He clamped his sweaty paws around the full, creamy mounds of Glenda’s boobs, kneading them roughly, scraping his thumbs over the exposed buds of her nipples.
Lifting one arm, he dragged Glenda’s gasping face up beneath it, smothering her in the sweaty hollow.
“Suck your father’s hot armpit, cunt! Suck it clean!” Rupert muttered thickly.
Glenda gurgled, the blasting heat of his pungent armpit swamping her senses, making her eyes and mouth water with bitch passion. Sluttishly, the handcuffed red-head licked her father’s hairy armpit, tangling her taster in the thick, greasy fur, savoring the tangy, smoky flavor which burned in her mouth.
Farrell’s chest was heaving violently as he panted with lustful excitement. He twisted his fingers in his daughter’s hair and roughly jerked her head down between his legs.
“Now it’s time, Glenda!” he roared harshly. “It’s time to wrap those hot red lips of yours around your Daddy’s bull-meat!”
She ached all over and she could hardly breathe. Her pussy was still twitching, gaping wide, still in shock from the hard, deep fucking Moose had given her.
Bob was kneeling over her, his legs on either side of her bound gams, holding them together. A savage look creased his dark, Nubian features. His foot long pecker knifed the night air like a tarred lance.
He was holding his belt. He held the buckle in his palm and wound the thick leather strap twice around his big hand.
Looking over at Moose and Hank, Bob Smith growled huskily, “Mind if I tan this slut’s hide a little? Thought maybe I’d teach her a lesson for being such a fuckin’ bitch!”
“Be my guest, man!” Hank Rigorettino muttered hoarsely, his blue eyes gleaming with sadistic excitement. “Whup the cow! Whup her GOOD!”
Both Hank and Moose were sporting raging hardons again as they watched Bob prepare to lay into Glenda’s upturned, lily white ass.
Glenda had a gorgeous ass. Full, creamy globes of pure, silk-smooth flesh, separated by a deep, dimpled, vertical smile.
Bob Smith grunted, lifting his powerful right arm, his muscles bulging massively beneath his sleek black flesh. He snarled, bringing the belt down in a clean, swift arc.
It snapped sharply across the tender hills of Glenda Farrell’s unsuspecting buns, the report echoing through the vacant lot. The thick belt strap licked deeply into Glenda’s bare buns, and the gagged red-head gave a strangled scream, her body jerking violently.
An angry red mark lashed across the lily white spheres of her buns as white heat scorched Glenda’s senses.
Bob Smith grunted savagely, slicing the belt across her squirming buttocks once more, crisscrossing the first red mark with a second. Glenda bucked and writhed frantically, screaming hoarsely through the bunched jock strap which gagged her mouth.
Pain seared and rippled like a living thing through her lower body. Her vision swam on a sea of tears and white spots rippled hazily through her pain-numbed brain.
“Yeah! Take THAT, cunt! And THAT! UNNGH! UNNGH! UNNGH!” Bob Smith panted thickly, whipping the bound beauty’s tortured derriere full force, his biceps bulging as he swung his powerful arm again and again.
His thickly muscled thighs and legs clamped around her with brutal force, pinning the writhing red-head to the ground as he beat her blazing ass, turning it from creamy white to angry red.
Pain blistered Glenda’s senses. She screamed till she was hoarse, and then suddenly, stopped struggling. Something was happening, something unbelievable.
The excruciating agony was perversely merging with dark, naked passion. Her puffy, dripping pussy spasmed and burned with uncontrollable bitch lust. No longer did Glenda struggle to avoid Bob Smith’s brutal belt.
She was, in fact, lifting her stinging, burning buttocks, masochistically offering them up, shuddering and sobbing as she felt a savage thrill of pure, primal sensation grow and seethe and explode through her body…
“Damn! This gets me fuckin’ HOT!” Bob Smith panted hoarsely.
His brawny physique was soaked with sweat, glistening in the lamp-light, looking purplish black. His eyes were dark pools of primitive passion.
Tossing the belt aside, Bob Smith scrambled down, gripping Glenda’s waist with his hands, pushing his huge horse-cock against her blazing ass crack. He ground his pelvis against her from behind, and Glenda moaned hoarsely, feeling the enormous slab of his pecker sliding lewdly all over her smarting, whipped buttocks.
“Gonna take her ass, man!” Bob announced hoarsely. “Yeah, gonna slide my tube steak right up her old dirt road…”
He pushed his schlong deep in her slick, warm butt crevice, prodding the spit-lubricated rosebud of her tender anus. Moose and Hank were up on their knees now, panting thickly, masturbating their twitching whangers as they watched their black buddy prepare to sodomize the helplessly trussed up red-head.
Digging his strong fingers into her tender white flesh, Bob tensed his muscles and clenched his pearly whites. With a guttural growl, the brawny brute snapped his pelvis forward hard.
For a brief moment, Glenda’s stubborn sphincter muscle balked at accepting so huge an obstacle. Then, reluctantly, it gave way, slowly stretching as Bob increased the force of his thrust.
Glenda’s eyes bulged and she shrieked hoarsely. Her brutally expanded bunghole squelched snugly around the plum-colored knob of Bob Smith’s horsedong. White hot agony ripped through her entrails, and she squirmed frantically, trying to pull away.
Bob Smith moaned in bestial delight, feeling the furnace hot tightness of her juicy rectum milk around his bull-dick, almost hurting him, she was so tight. He punched forward brutally, and Glenda’s body heaved and bucked as fresh pain strobed her senses.
Inch after big, black inch, Bob Smith’s huge horse-meat stroked up the velvety chute of Glenda’s tight ass, pumping right into her guts, till her bloated anus quivered around the wrist-thick root of his manhood. Bob’s kinky pubes rubbed against her aching, bruised buttocks like a Brillo pad.
“Aaaaaaah! Hot tight slut ASS!” Bob Smith grunted hoarsely. “Damn, bitch, feels good and tight up there!”
He undulated his hips, making his prick jerk masterfully against the torn, blazing walls of her violated rectum. His big paws went around her body and found the swollen mounds of her titties, crushing them.
Bob Smith’s hot breath blasted in Glenda’s right ear as he began to hunch his hips slowly, diabolically, up and down. His twelve inch schlong pumped in and out like a well-greased piston, sliding back almost half-way before punching deep inside her once more.
Glenda’s body jerked violently each time Bob fucked his dong deep in her tortured guts, and each thrust elicited a choked, agonized squawk from her throat.
But the blinding pain was slowly starting to ebb. In its place, a dark, molten surge of heat trickled through her hard-fucked bowels.
Yes, it was feeling good. So incredibly good. Oh, God! Oh GOD! I like it. I LOVE IT! she thought dimly.
She began to relax, wallowing in the wretched, degenerate sensations which flooded her. Her squirming butt-hole started to suck and milk greedily around the heavy purple-black tube steak which stroked lewdly in and out of her steamy innards.
Bob Smith licked her ear, whispering hoarse, crude things to her as he squeezed her aching jugs and pumped his fat dick in and out of her tight ass, harder and harder, faster and faster. The lewd sound of sweaty flesh slapping savagely together echoed through the empty lot.
Hank Rigorettino wanted in on this hot action. The rugged blond athlete had a raging erection, and he sprang down onto the concrete, his blue eyes glittering as he watched Bob’s black manhood slice into Glenda’s puckered anus.
“Lemme plug the bitch’s cunt, man!” Hank muttered thickly. “Roll her over on her side and we’ll fuck her from both sides!”
Bob grunted, leaning into Glenda, sliding all twelve inches of his bull-dick up her ass. Holding it up there, he pulled Glenda over on her side, so that she faced Hank.
Glenda moaned through her gag as she felt the Negro brute start to fuck her ass again, snapping his hips energetically back and forth, cramming his horse-dong way up Glenda’s guts time and time again.
Hank scooted up to her, grinning nastily as he fondled her swollen, tied up knockers. His blue eyes strobed signals of mocking, sadistic lust and triumph into her wide, tear-filled hazel eyes.
“Gettin’ into it, aren’t you, Glenda?” Hank sneered thickly, strumming her ripe nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. “Yeah, you’re finding out what a real slut you are, ain’t ya? This day’s gonna be burned in your mind, girl. The day that Glenda got hers, man! Yeah! Now I’m gonna fuck your twat, bitch!”
He gripped his pulsing schlong, slapping the bloated knob mischievously against the swollen, pulpy petals of her labia. Glenda shuddered as Hank started to pump his throbbing member up her steamy hole.
Her body exploded with white hot sensation. Bob Smith’s twelve inch phallus was ramming in and out of her quaking, wide-stretched ass. And now. Hank’s sturdy sex-tool pierced her tender vagina, burrowing deep, pumping to the root in her spasming snatch.
“Aaaaah! Hot pussy, Glenda, baby! MMMM! Yeah!” Hank moaned happily, wiggling his hips as he stirred his boner in her juicy twat.
A thin filament of silky flesh was all that separated the brawny studs’ pounding peckers. Each guy could feel the swollen hardness of the other’s dick through this diaphanous membrane. And, boy, could Glenda feel those two mighty whangers screwing her good!
Two dicks in Glenda! Wow! It was incredible! The lava-like rush of sheer rapture washed through the buxom red-head’s lower body.
She seemed to float and flounder in a molten sea of liquid, seething sensation. She felt totally opened up, totally filled, totally helpless…
Her ass and pussy blazed with almost unbearable ecstasy. Each time Bob or Hank rammed his cock up to the base inside her, Glenda’s body writhed and bucked and she uttered a strangled shriek, gnashing her teeth wildy around Bob’s musky jock strap.
Her trussed up, buxom body was sandwiched between the two sweaty, muscle-bound studs, and the breath was nearly knocked from her lungs each time they rammed into her. Her hot, quivering butt-hole and velvety, suctioning snatch milked sluttishly at Bob’s and Hank’s throbbing, pounding pricks.
“Aaaawww, m-man! Gonna fuckin’ SHOOT!” Smith bellowed hoarsely.
He heaved forward hard, punching all twelve inches of his fuck-pole up Glenda’s steamy bowels. His cock jerked like a cannon, hot balls of sperm spraying deep in Glenda’s wanton guts, again and again…
The hulking Negro rolled away from the buxom red-head, uttering a hoarse, gravelly groan of bestial satisfaction. Hank took this opportunity to push Glenda over on her back, with her hands pinned behind her.
He rocked his pelvis to and fro, churning his sex-prong around in her hot, juicy snatch. He fucked into her hard and fast, his hands planted on the pavement on either side of her.
His sweat-soaked, scum-bloated nuts swung in a savage trajectory, smacking against Glenda’s aching buns each time the blond stud stroked his schlong to the root in her tight pussy.
“Yeah, bitch, you like being tied up and raped by three big studs, don’t ya?” Hank growled thickly, pumping into her roughly, making Glenda’s ballooning titties bounce and quiver like overturned bowls of vanilla pudding, topped with cherries.
Hank felt savage lust and pleasure knotting in his hairy balls. Glenda’s moist, satiny love-pocket squirmed and stroked around his bloated, pumping member. Damn, it felt good… He shuddered as he twisted his prick around inside her a few times.
Then, Hank pulled out. Panting hard, he scrambled forward, straddling Glenda’s middle. He slapped his dripping ramrod into her cleavage, crushing the mounds of Glenda’s stupendous breasts together around his meat.
Lewdly, the handsome stud fucked Glenda’s tits, snapping his fingers and thumbs around her swollen nipples, twisting and pinching them savagely. The angry red knob of his bull-cock bumped rhythmically against Glenda’s chin.
“Uh huh! Fuckin’ your boobs, babe! Yeah! Really usin’ you, like the whore-cunt you are!” Hank rasped hoarsely, twisting her nipples like radio knobs, making them explode with mingled agony and ecstasy.
Sadistic passion strobed through Rigorettino’s body. Grunting thickly, he scooted forward, squatting on her big, bouncy breasts. Roughly, Hank pulled the soiled jock strap from between Glenda’s teeth.
He was jacking his pulsating tube steak hard and fast, the savage heat mounting in his throbbing, bloated nuts. Grabbing a handful of Glenda’s hair, he dragged her face forward, slapping and rubbing his twitching dong all over her cheeks and lips and nose and eyes.
“Open wide, slut!” Hank muttered in a taut, strangled voice. “Get ready for my thick, hot stud-juice! Take it, bitch! Y-Yeah! TAKE IT! AAAAAARRRRGGGH!”
Rigorettino’s boner went off like a Roman candle. As body-searing jolts of bestial rapture seared the handsome jock from head to toe, his jerking dong pumped thick, steamy jets of sperm all over Glenda’s gasping face. His heavy load soaked her cheeks and chin, spattering over her hair.
Big gobs of semen blasted over Glenda’s sluttishly extended tongue, fountaining in her hungry mouth, running in warm, yummy rivulets down her greedy gullet. Hank shuddered and gasped, tossing his head from side to side, beads of sweat spraying from the short ends of his straw blond hair. He slapped Glenda’s face a few times with his aching pecker, smearing sperm across her flushed cheeks and pouty red lips.
Bob Smith and Moose, who were watching, were masturbating their own solid truncheons. Now, as Hank stood up and swaggered to where his clothes were discarded, the big brutes scrambled up to Glenda’s head.
They forced the bound beauty to suck and lick their musky dicks all over, cramming them down her throat one at a time. They pumped their pricks in a frenzy of lust, swiping her panting lips and darting tongue with their fat cock-knobs.
They worked their peckers vigorously, till almost in unison, Bob and Moose roared in savage pleasure and let loose with torrents of pungent man-cream, saturating Glenda’s face and pumping her mouth full with fresh wads of gooey sperm and semen…
Hank bent down and cut the ropes which bound together Glenda’s hands and feet. The stunned, exhausted red-head lay sprawled on the hard concrete, moaning feebly. She ached all over. She was dizzy. She didn’t even think she would be capable of moving for quite some time.
The three studs who had just brutally raped her were guffawing and joking coarsely as they zipped up their pants and put on their shoes and shirts.
Hank strode up to where Glenda lay and squatted down to look at her.
“Forgot my shoe-laces, baby,” he drawled mockingly, unknotting the strings which dug painfully into her bruised knockers. “Thanks for the date! You ever need a good, hard fuck, just give me a call!”
With a loud laugh, he sprinted over to the car, into which the other two guys had already piled. The car went screeching away from the deserted warehouse, leaving Glenda alone and naked among the tattered remnants of her clothes…
Somehow, Glenda made it home that night. She managed to pin together her clothes in a semi-respectable fashion and took a cab as soon as she saw one.
She felt numb and blank. For a few days, she seemed to live in a dream world where nothing made sense and everything was routine.
Then, a wild surge of energy possessed her. She decided to make her mark on the world. She quit college and prepared to leave for the Big Apple, New York City! She was going to sear across the modeling scene and make it on the covers of those fashion magazines if it killed her!
Glenda Farrell the spoiled, naive little princess was no more. In her stead was a woman, a woman with passion and ambition…
A woman with needs, deep needs, dark needs. Needs which plumbed the depths of her soul. She was confused, excited, frightened, but above all, determined to Live with a capital L!
*****
Police Chief Rupert Farrell had wanted to fuck his daughter for years. Ever since his wife, Sharon, had died, in fact.Rupert and Sharon had had an idyllic marriage. He was a hot shot policeman in Potter’s Bluff, the son and the grandson of mayors of the city. He liked the power and the good a policeman had in the community. It gave Rupert a sense of strength and self-worth.
Sharon had been a vivacious, lovely thing, a redhead like Glenda, and she was the winner of several major beauty pageants, including Miss Arkansas, before she married Rupert.
Glenda, their only child, was their pride and joy, and when she grew up to be such a bright, gorgeous, popular young thing, they were proud as punch.
Then, Sharon died and Rupert was all alone in the wood frame house on Lothario Lane with his buxom teenaged daughter. He tried dating other women for a while. He was a ruggedly handsome fellow, and became the youngest Police Chief in the state, so he was considered quite a good catch.
But he couldn’t get very interested in the other women. His memories of Sharon obsessed him, and he found himself looking at Glenda and seeing Sharon; seeing Sharon slowly, voluptuously become all of those things he had found the most exciting in his wife…
Rupert began to drink quite a lot. He lavished affection and money on his spoiled child, and mentally punished himself for the incestuous desires which started to burn in his brain and in his balls…
Lately, he had begun to frequent prostitutes. He chose red-haired girls in their late teens. He created elaborate fantasy-scenarios in sleazy motel rooms, and paid through the teeth for this luxury.
Sometimes, when he had drunk enough and was lust-crazed enough, he made the girl say she was “Glenda” and call him “Daddy”. Later, he would be almost prostrated with remorse…
When Glenda announced one day that she was planning to leave home and move to New York, it affected Rupert terribly. It was as if his wife had told him she was leaving him for another man… He felt guilty about this, and tried to be happy and supportive of his daughter’s momentous decision.
“What’s good for my Princess is good enough for me!” he said.
Glenda gave him a strange, tender look, something subtle flickering in her long-lashed hazel eyes. She had penetrated a barrier of her father’s personality, and had seen things that had been invisible before.
Glenda was especially kind and sweet to her father during the last few weeks before she left town. One day, about a week before she left, Glenda said to her father, “Daddy, on Tuesday night, I’m going to have a special party for you, so don’t make any plans.”
“What kind of party, Glenda?” Rupert Farrell inquired, curious.
“A party for you and me. Your birthday is next month, and I won’t be there, so we’ll celebrate early. And we’ll celebrate my big step towards fame and riches!”
Tuesday night, Rupert was sprawled in his big arm chair in the den, watching a football game on the boob tube. He had a Heineken clutched in one beefy paw, and about six empty beer cans were scattered on the floor at his feet.
Rupert Farrell was a strikingly handsome man. He was forty, and seemed in his prime. He was big and brawny. A two year stint in the Marines had taught him self-discipline and bodily pride.
Now, he took great care of his physique, working out at the gym at the police station at least three times a week.
Six foot three, Rupert Farrell weighed two hundred and sixty pounds of beefy brawn. He had a squarish head with a belligerent, lantern-like jaw. Thick, surly brows shaded his deep-set, storm-gray eyes.
He had craggy, copper-toned good looks, like one of those rugged guys in Marlborough commercials. His black hair was cropped within a half inch of his scalp in military fashion.
That evening, Rupert’s red and black checkered lumberjack shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the heavy slabs of his chest muscles and thick coils of the dense, dark hair which foamed over much of his body. His well-worn dungarees bulged massively at the crotch. His legs were long and thick at the thighs, trunks of powerful muscle.
He heard the front door bang, and his ears pricked up. He heard Glenda’s dainty foot-fall on the hail floor, and unwitting lust crept through his sweaty balls.
“Daddy?” Glenda called in her silvery, musical tones.
“Yes, honey?” Rupert called back.
“I’ll be down in a minute!” she cried, and he heard her going up the stairs.
A few minutes later, Glenda called from the top of the stairs, “Daddy! Come upstairs! I’ve got a surprise for you!”
Rupert grunted, getting to his feet and striding towards the stairs. The big law enforcement officer felt a trifle groggy from all the beer he had consumed, but he was always ready to oblige his darling daughter.
“Where are you, Glenda?”
“In your room, Daddy!”
Rupert walked through the threshold of his room and gasped. It was festooned with crepe paper and glowed with the light of many candles. Glenda stood beaming in the center of the room, holding out a cake with white frosting, covered with little candles. The bed was heaped with packages, and a bottle of champagne on ice rested on his bed side table.
“Oh, Glenda! You shouldn’t have!” Rupert exclaimed, truly moved.
“Of course I should! My darling Daddy deserves only the best!” Glenda cried merrily, setting down the cake and giving her father a big kiss.
Her lips felt warm and supple against his, and an uncontrollable surge of kinetic heat rippled through the brawny cop as his buxom daughter’s mouth brushed his.
Glenda looked dazzling. She was wearing a sexy crimson dressing gown, knotted at the waist with a red velvet belt. The gown had long sleeves and a high collar, which were fringed with fluffy white rabbit fur. Her thick red hair tumbled sexily around the shoulders of the gown.
“Come, Daddy,” Glenda purred, taking his arm after they had each eaten a slice of cake. “Let’s open the presents!”
Each gift was prettily wrapped in colored paper and tied with ribbons. Glenda plopped down in an antique rocking chair and watched impishly as her handsome father unwrapped his presents.
The first few gifts were pretty routine: slippers, a tie, a bottle of Rupert’s favorite cologne, etc. Then they really started getting unusual and interesting.
“What’s this for?” Rupert inquired, furrowing his brows as he held up two lengths of white rope.
The package contained a half dozen of these ropes, each one wound up and neatly tied with a red ribbon.
“Well, rope always comes in handy!” Glenda teased with a giggle, sipping from a glass of bubbly.
She watched impishly as her father unwrapped the next present. Rupert gasped and threw his daughter a frowning look. But he was unable to repress a smile when he saw the delighted look on her gorgeous face.
“I could run you in for this, young lady!” Police Chief Farrell thundered in mock anger.
The package contained an ounce of fragrant Acapulco Gold. Fine, aromatic marijuana — the very best! Several fat, rolled joints were tucked into the bag.
“Oh, don’t be such a goody goody!” Glenda giggled. “Haven’t you ever smoked grass before, Daddy? Even once?”
“No, ma’am,” Rupert said firmly. “And it shocks me no end to know that you obviously have!”
“Daddy, you’re the limit! Get with it! Pot is FUN! It mellows you out! Police Chief or not, tonight your naughty little girl is going to get you stoned!”
Glenda lit up one of the reefers and took a deep drag. She passed it to Rupert, who hesitated for only a moment before puffing on it. He liked the way it tasted.
Strange, heated excitement was building within him. This was quite an unorthodox birthday party his little girl was throwing him!
Something was in the air, some secret, Rupert knew instinctively that he and his daughter were moving into excitingly dangerous territory…
The marijuana tingled through his senses subtly. At first, he didn’t even realize what was happening, because he already had a buzz from the beer and champagne. Then it hit him, with a glorious splash of liquid heat.
Everything seemed rosy and warm and oh so sensual! Glenda looked exotic in her red, fur-lined dressing gown. He’d never seen in her that garment before. She was inclined to wear very revealing outfits which all but bared her stupendous knockers — knockers Rupert thought about incessantly, and longingly…
It struck him suddenly that it was odd that Glenda was wearing that gown now. It covered her body from neck to ankle. It hugged the shapely contours of her hour glass figure, however, showing off those high, proud breasts.
The next gift was a black leather riding crop. Rupert looked at it, puzzled, and then gaped at Glenda till she laughed.
“I thought you might want to take up horse back riding!” Glenda giggled teasingly.
“GLENDA!” Rupert cried hoarsely, scandalized as he opened the next package.
It contained a rather large vibrator, smooth and ivory white, complete with batteries! It was ten and a half inches long.
“You can give it to one of your lady friends, if you like, you sly dog!” Glenda giggled.
“Young lady, you are really naughty!” Rupert growled, but then he grinned.
Lust was winding its molten tendrils through his lower body. His heart was pounding and his hands felt clammy. He could hardly see straight. And Glenda kept passing him a joint to puff on, lighting one right after the other…
The last package was, quite obviously, a stack of magazines. Rupert supposed it was old issues of Sports Illustrated, which Glenda knew he liked to collect.
He was astounded to find that he was wrong. Very wrong! The luridly illustrated magazines were certainly about a primitive form of sport, but one not shown on public television very often.
They had titles like Bondage News, Rope, Bound Beauties, Tied & Whipped, Roped Sluts, etc. Each page of each magazine was chock full of shockingly revealing photographs of people doing outrageous sexual things to one another.
But all these pictures and magazines were about hot S & M scenes. Big, busty blondes, tied and gagged, clamps on their nipples, whip marks on their bare buttocks, got fucked from behind by powerful studs, some with leather masks, some with whips and belts, which they liberally made use of.
Thoroughly stoned, his head swimming on an erotic sea of dizzy sensation, Rupert flipped through the pages of the magazines without a word, his gray eyes blazing greedily as he drank in the lascivious images which gleamed glossily in the warm candle light.
Slowly, he looked up, a confused, rather stricken expression on his flushed, ruggedly handsome visage.
“Glenda, honey, uh, why… why did you give me these?” he croaked hoarsely.
Glenda shrugged, smiling at him voluptuously. Her vixenish hazel eyes strobed signals of unabashed desire at her sexy Dad.
“Because I thought it might be fun, Daddy,” she purred, rising from the rocking chair.
She took a final sip of champagne and whirled around to face him, her eyes flashing as she unknotted the belt to her robe. Smiling sensuously, the buxom red-head let the dressing gown slip from her shoulders and fall in a crimson heap at her feet.
Rupert Farrell gasped aloud, his eyes rounding. He couldn’t believe what he saw! He blinked and shook his head. No, it was true!
Glenda wore a shocking outfit. It consisted of a sexy corset-like ensemble made largely of black lace, so it was virtually transparent. This unusual corset curved into a half-brassiere, which cupped the lower slopes of Glenda’s enormous, thrusting jugs, fully revealing her ripe, red nipples.
There was a big gash cut in the crotch of the gossamer piece of clothing, a gash fringed in red fur, and this gash revealed the fleshy gash of Glenda’s hot cunt! Glenda had shaven her twat smooth as a baby’s, and the moist, pouty lips gleamed in the candle light, coral pink and dewy with girl-lust.
Connected to the corset with garters were a pair of black net stockings, sexily shading the red-head’s lithe, shapely gams. On her feet, she wore black stiletto-heeled shoes.
She looked incredible! Flame-red hair, sexy hazel eyes, queen-sized titties, wet, smooth snatch, and that outrageous outfit! It was enough to make a fellow cream in his BVDs!
Which is almost what Police Chief Farrell did as he gawked at his nubile nineteen year old daughter, standing in front of him in his bedroom.
“Like it, Daddy?” Glenda cried musically, spinning around as she displayed her ensemble.
Rupert became aware that the perfume she wore was very enticing. He was also aware of the uncomfortable bulge in his pants…
“It’s… It’s very sexy, Glenda!” he managed to gasp thickly, blushing to the roots.
“Now, Daddy,” Glenda said gaily, darting over to his dressing table. “I want you to get all dressed up for your little girl!”
“Huh?” Rupert inquired a little stupidly.
“Here! I’ve laid everything out for you to put on!” Glenda remarked briskly, stepping aside to show him what she meant.
Rupert’s old policeman uniform, from when he was a cop on a beat, was laid out neatly across the table. Alongside the uniform and his hat were his gun in its holster, his handcuffs, and his billy club.
“Honey, your old man is getting just a little bewildered,” Rupert Farrell admitted with a shaky chuckle.
“We’re going to have a wild, fun party, Daddy!” Glenda cried, pouting girlishly, “Please play! Now! I’ll go into my room and put on some music, and when I come back, I hope to see you all dressed up like a big, mean cop! Won’t it be fun? We’ll act out a fun little play, just you and me!”
With that, the naughty red-head skipped out of the room and entered hers, which was just two doors down the hall. Glenda’s heart was pounding wildly. Kittenish, druggy delight soared through her. She felt high as a kite, and totally exhilarated.
She had planned this little party for some time, ever since it had occurred to her that her dear, big, handsome father had the hots for her. She had seen it in his eyes.
And that thought had driven her wild with a strange, obsessive fire. Odd, confused images crashed through her sex-starved brain. She began to concoct a lurid little fantasy, a fantasy she knew she had the power to make come true…
She went over to her stereo and selected an Aretha Franklin album. She put it on, then primped in the mirror, and swayed majestically out of the room, heading towards her father and a kinky, off the wall fantasy come to life…
As she stepped into Rupert’s room, Aretha’s voice could be heard wailing over the speakers in Glenda’s room the opening lyrics of A Man And A Woman…
Glenda moaned softly, bright spots of color burning in her cheeks, her eyes flashing as she stared at the spectacle before her.
Police Chief Rupert Farrell stood masterfully in the middle of the room. His blue cap was pushed back rakishly on his head. He looked tall and proud in his spruce blue cop uniform, with its gleaming silver badge.
His gun bulged in the holster at his waist. His billy club was clutched in one big, meaty paw. His eyes were furrowed, stem and savage, blazing orbs of smoky gray…
Rupert smacked the billy club in his hand as he stared at his buxom, scantily clad daughter. Savage heat was igniting in his loins. He felt power and excitement almost overwhelm him as he slipped into the role he now knew his daughter wanted him to play.
“Marijuana and porn!” he snarled in a deep, gravelly voice. “Enough to put you away for a year, girl! I oughta run you in. Yeah, I oughta run you in right now!”
“Oh, please, Daddy! I’m sorry I was so naughty! I promise never to be so beastly again!” Glenda pleaded, batting her lashes at him innocently and poking out her lower lip.
“The law is the law, Glenda,” Rupert said harshly. “And my job is to enforce that law. To keep the scum from polluting our pristine environment. Clean, strong law enforcement. Purification. That’s my job, hitch. And you’re stepping on my toes.”
Raw lust was creeping into his voice, and Glenda shuddered, dark, primal feelings starting to swirl all through her body. She felt her nipples growing hard. She felt her pussy growing hot and wet and oh so itchy…
“Oh. Daddy! I’ll do anything to make up for it!” Glenda wailed petulantly, real tears glistening on her long lashes.
Rupert strode over to the bed and swept up the handcuffs in one beefy paw. Striding forward, he frowned at her fiercely, flexing is muscles as he towered above his buxom daughter.
“Look at you! Dressed up like a fuckin’ slut!” Police Chief Farrell snarled. “Your mother must be spinning in her grave! Come on! Put out your hands, slut!”
“Oh, Daddy! You’re so cruel!” whimpered Glenda, but she docilely extended her hands.
An illicit thrill shot through the stoned teenager as she felt the cold iron cuffs clamp tightly around her slender wrists. She was trembling in excitement. Her head was positively spinning.
“Come over here!” commanded Farrell authoritatively, pulling her by the cuffs over to the foot of the bed.
He grabbed up one of the ties she had given him. He knotted one end around the chain linking the cuffs. He took the other end and tied it securely around the bed post.
Taking another tie, he knotted it and slipped it around her neck. Cinching it tight, he tied the end of it to the bed post, too.
Glenda was thoroughly incapacitated! The tie chafed her neck deliciously, making the blood pound in her temples. She was moaning softly with almost delirious delight.
“Oh, Daddy, what are you going to DO?” Glenda wailed querulously, but her eyes were sparkling with greedy excitement.
“I’m going to teach you one helluva lesson, babe!” Farrell announced gruffly. “Hell, maybe you’re right. Maybe I can’t run you in. Wouldn’t look right, a cop turning in his own flesh and blood. Cop’s gotta enforce the laws in his own family. Use a firm hand. Keep the rebellious ones under control. I’m gonna teach you a lesson you’ll never forget, Glenda. Yeah, this is gonna be the time that Glenda got hers…”
He picked up the riding crop, gripping the phallic leather end in the strong fingers of his right hand. His gray eyes burned with savage passion as he regarded Glenda’s ripe buttocks.
The corset-like garment looked very alluring from behind, too. A gossamer stripe of lace hiked up her butt crack, forming a thin strap around her waist. The full globes of her rounded, snow white bubble buns were completely revealed.
Licking his dry lips, Rupert lifted the champagne bottle and gulped down a few mouthfuls of the bubbly liquid before turning his attention to Glenda’s derriere once more.
Bracing himself, he lifted his arm high and gave a savage grunt as he swung the riding crop down hard across Glenda’s tender bottom. The resilient crop snapped vigorously across her buns, making a loud, sharp cracking sound.
An instant later, a long rosy mark burned across the tender white globes of Glenda’s rump. Glenda’s body jerked violently as her father laid into her tingling buttocks.
She gave a high-pitched yelp, tears springing to her eyes as pain sang through her veins, savage music which thrilled her to the core. She choked back sobs of hysterical delight as Rupert swung his arm again and again, raining her agonized buttocks with brutal swipes of the stinging leather crop.
Rupert was panting thickly, sadistically loving the reverberation of each blow along his arm as he whipped his buxom daughter’s aching rump again and again. She started screaming lustily, tossing her thick mane of flame red hair, plaintively begging him to stop, to have mercy.
But he could tell from her voice that she really wanted it, more than anything else in the world. And even if she hadn’t wanted it, he was so caught up in the brutal fantasy, it was doubtful whether he would have stopped. His raging hardon strained savagely against the confines of his blue trousers and his boxer shorts, demanding release.
He varied the path of his blows, directing the crop up between her legs a few times, snapping it skillfully across the tender lips of her labia. Glenda uttered blood-curdling howls each time the crop stung her swollen snatch.
Explosions of masochistic ecstasy seared through her loins, and she sobbed and writhed, the tie twisting and burning against her throat, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her pussy juice trickled in honeyed rivulets down her legs, soaking her net stockings.
“Yeah! You like your big, masterful stud of a father tanning your hide, don’t ya, slut?” Rupert panted thickly, bringing the crop down hard. “Feel my power, bitch! Feel my raw, animal power! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”
Glenda’s body jerked and quivered, mingled pleasure and pain stinging through her reddened buttocks, making her hot pussy twitch wetly.
Rupert strode up to her, panting hard. He clapped his left hand hard against one of her red-striped buns, making it smart with fresh pain as he dug his cruel fingers into the tender, creamy flesh.
“Learned your lesson yet, cunt?” demanded the Police Chief.
“Y-Yes, Daddy! Y-YEEEES!” wailed Glenda.
“Hmmm. We’ll see about that,” he snarled gruffly, sliding the riding crop lewdly between her legs, brushing the tip of it against the velvety folds of her labia.
Abruptly, he tossed the riding crop aside. With deft fingers, he unknotted the belts which secured her to the bed posts. Glenda whimpered, sinking to her knees on the carpet, her cuffed hands drooping between her legs.
“What do you mean by reading this filth, girl?” Rupert demanded harshly, grabbing up one of the porno magazines and slapping Glenda across the face with it. “Huh? HUH? You’re nothing but a dirty whore, ain’t ya, bitch? You’re a conniving, sneaky, spoiled little whore, living high on the hog off your father’s money while you let every Tom, Dick and Harry fuck you like the dirty harlot you are!”
He slapped her face none too gently, and Glenda squealed, her cheek smarting warmly. The sight of her hulking stud of a father, looming above her like a uniformed God, was almost enough to make her swoon.
She saw the hot, savage flames which burned in his glowering eyes. She saw the way his muscles bulged beneath his clothing. She saw that extra large bulge in his pants, throbbing lewdly against his trouser leg like a rigid snake…
Rupert drew his gun. It gleamed malevolently in the candle light. It wasn’t loaded, of course, but it was still frightening. He waved it in front of Glenda’s face, then jabbed the blunt snout of the gun against her puffy lips.
“Suck my gun, girl!” roared Police Chief Farrell. “Milk this cold, steel phallus! This is the phallus of law and order! You’ve probably sucked every other phallus in Potter’s Bluff! Now it’s time to suck this one!”
Glenda gurgled as she slurped at the cold steel barrel of the gun. Rupert pumped it back and forth over her warm pink tongue. She looked up at him with big, angelic hazel eyes, little bubbles of saliva frothing at the corners of her humming, suckling mouth. It was the kind of sight which drives a gut nuts with lust…
He pulled the gun from between her lips and tossed it onto a chair. Quickly, he started to undress. His dark pants were tucked into black shiny boots. He dragged his pants down to the boots, leaving them there.
He unbuttoned his blue tunic and shrugged it off. Underneath, he wore a guinea tee shirt, baring his incredibly brawny arms and a good deal of his powerfully muscled chest.
What a body her sexy father had! Glenda stared with child-like delight at it, cooing softly. Thick tufts of black hair escaped over the neck-line of his form-fitting tank top tee shirt.
His pectorals were solid globes of bulging, beefy muscle. His arms were huge, with cantaloupe-sized biceps and ham-like hands. Tattoos adorned his thick upper arms.
Glenda swept her eyes down to his lower body, and shuddered in excitement. Rupert’s legs were strong and hairy. A set of musky, baseball-sized nuts swung meatily half-way to his knees.
His belly was starting to thicken just a little, and was very furry. From a thick, crinkly nest of coarse black hairs, Rupert Farrell’s horse-cock erupted like a truncheon, jerking savagely up and down in the air as manly lust surged through his naked loins.
His cock was eleven inches long and thick as Glenda’s wrist. Ropy veins latticed the pulsating, corrugated shaft of Rupert’s member. His cock-head was blunt and heart-shaped, about the size of a child’s list. A dewy droplet of clear moisture leaked from his fat glans, glistening like a bead of transparent mercury.
“Now it’s Daddy’s turn, bitch!” Rupert snarled thickly. “Daddy’s gonna get something for all the trouble he put into raising you, you Goddamn cocksuckin’ whore!”
He took off his cap long enough to peel out of his tight tank top tee shirt. Tossing this garment onto the bed, he plopped the cap down on his bullet-shaped head and stood mightily in front of his kneeling daughter.
His powerful legs were splayed apart. His pants and undershorts were bunched around his boots. He flexed his huge muscles, and Glenda shuddered, watching them bulge like belts and slopes of steel beneath his hot, hairy flesh.
The tie still dangled from Glenda’s neck, laying between her healthy knockers. Rupert grabbed the end of the tie and jerked on it roughly, dragging Glenda forward.
He pulled her towards a big armchair in the corner of the room, forcing Glenda to scramble frantically forward on her knees to keep from choking. When he reached the chair, Rupert sat on it, splaying his knees wide, jerking Glenda up between his legs.
“Suck Daddy’s beefy man-breasts, Glenda!” Rupert ordered harshly, gripping a handful of her hair and shoving her face against his heaving chest.
Glenda moaned hoarsely, greedily mouthing and lapping at the furry mounds of her father’s flexing pectorals. His paps grew rigid as hot rubber rivets as she circled them with her warm lips and suckled like a baby.
“Uh huh! Milk on Daddy’s pecs, Princess! Yeah! Nurse on my beefy tits, you fuckin’ whore!” Rupert snarled thickly.
He clamped his sweaty paws around the full, creamy mounds of Glenda’s boobs, kneading them roughly, scraping his thumbs over the exposed buds of her nipples.
Lifting one arm, he dragged Glenda’s gasping face up beneath it, smothering her in the sweaty hollow.
“Suck your father’s hot armpit, cunt! Suck it clean!” Rupert muttered thickly.
Glenda gurgled, the blasting heat of his pungent armpit swamping her senses, making her eyes and mouth water with bitch passion. Sluttishly, the handcuffed red-head licked her father’s hairy armpit, tangling her taster in the thick, greasy fur, savoring the tangy, smoky flavor which burned in her mouth.
Farrell’s chest was heaving violently as he panted with lustful excitement. He twisted his fingers in his daughter’s hair and roughly jerked her head down between his legs.
“Now it’s time, Glenda!” he roared harshly. “It’s time to wrap those hot red lips of yours around your Daddy’s bull-meat!”
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