You were at another damned party!” I shrank away from him. “I-I’m sorry Daddy!” I slurred. “I just wanted to have a little fun after finals...” “Fun?” He shouted. “Dressed like that? I’ll bet blonde you had a ton of ‘fun!’ How many of the boys there got to have ‘fun’ with you, huh?” “I just- I just wanted to look sexy,” I squeaked, avoiding his eyes. “I didn’t- I wouldn’t do anything like that Daddy...” He stepped closer, his body almost touching mine as I pressed myself against the wall. “Don’t lie to me young lady! No blowjob boy is going to let someone dressed like Blowjobs you leave without enjoying you first. And if you’re half the whore you look like right now- you’d have let them. Are you oral a whore Amy? Is that how you want to be treated?” His voice changed with the question- deeper, huskier somehow, and there was a strange hunger in his eyes i dismissed as anger in my stupor. I looked down again, ashamed to meet his eyes. He snorted derisively, then suddenly grabbed me, one hand cupping my ass and the other grabbing my face, forcing me to meet his gaze, his body pushing forward against mine at the same time, pinning me between himself and the wall. I was vaguely handjob aware of something pressing against my stomach as he did. “So you are a little whore,” he said with a growl. “Maybe I should show you what happens to whores who lie to their Daddies...” he said, then his hand slid from holding my face to grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back. His hand slid beneath my skirt to grip my ass tighter as he forced a rough kiss on my unsuspecting lips, causing me to cry out in alarm. I tried to push him away but it was like fighting a wall. His kiss tasted like whiskey and felt like it would leave bruises. His hand left my ass and moved to cup one of my breasts, groping it hard as he forced his tongue into my mouth. Again I tried to fight him, push him away, and suddenly his mouth was gone from mine and he had grabbed one of my wrists, spinning me around and pressing me face first against the wall. I could feel the silk of his tie as he bound my wrists tightly behind my back before wrapping a hand around my throat and growling in my ear, “whores don’t fight back, little girl.” Though they had faded, they had robbed her of her beauty. I heard the floor creak, and then I felt her hand come onto my Blowjobs shoulder. I ducked down below the barrier separating the levels and could just see the outline of a body lying on the floor on the level below. When she came it was sudden and powerful. Then Chloe bounced right up and over to Carly, sat down on her lap and did the exact same thing! He felt that he may like to give it a thorough spanking till she yelped. Aunt Sheen was trying hard not to shove her crotch closer to me and I could see the look of anticipation written on her face. Since last few years her nighties were becoming more transparent, more revealing and his torture and torment were increasing with the amount of cleavage she was exposing which was tantalizingly becoming bolder. “It's already that late?” Whatever questions needed to be asked would be asked tomorrow. So, I take the soap in the palm of my hand and I start blowjob to rub the smooth surface against your upper chest. I shook my head as I pointed to Sheila, "You've been talking blonde to her. I grabbed my phone, snapped a handjob picture of my cum-stained tits, and sent him a text of it. Sometimes that was awful hard though, maybe the facial distortions of having a swollen cock in my mouth was enough, or only showing me get stuffed in the vagina by a large, hard oral dick…but when getting caught up in the spurt of the moment…well, it was hard to hide the fact of my mouth over spilling with some guys cum or my cunt splayed open with jizz pouring from the gapping hole. He was fast, extremely fast though he had some doubts that he could do it. “Is there a mortgage on the house?” "No don't!" she heard her voice say, as the material moved past her hips and down halfway to her knees. “Well, slut, shall we get to school and have fun?” I asked her. It didn’t seem anatomically possible, but there it was, the distention of my guts forced against my abdominal wall by the full invasion of the orc. “I didn't fuck Stacie for her vote.” I so wished Stacie hadn't said that I had her votes after our romp.