Incest/Taboo Papa's Little Puta

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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