Cassie Hole Pt 4

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Cassie had practiced this. HIS wife’s, her mommy’s car started up and went down the stone driveway, pausing to open the security gates and flowed through. That was the key for Cassie as she moved out of her bed and went to her shower, cleaning the scum that collected on her firm young thighs from masturbating the night before, the gelled dildo still twisted in her bed sheets as she cleaned up and stepped out. She pulled her robe on and sat down to do her hair, brushing and drying and teasing it full and lush against her nape and over the parted cloth, so that the ends tickled and teased her nipples, her facial routine of scrubs and washes starting. Finally Cassie put on her foundation and began to apply her makeup, her lip gloss and eye liner, the accentuated cheekbones applied with a muted highlight, her skin so smooth and young. She shunned back the robe so that it fell to her waist and her perfect globes of firm tit flesh hung tautly, her fingers massaging and feeling them, soothingly warm as she oiled them with a light sheen of emollients and crèmes, her nipples pink and hardening. She tweaked them between her fingertips, letting the hard nubs ache out and thickened. She watched in the mirror as she kneaded them and played with herself, knowing that soon they would become a torture of abuse and arousal. She wanted to have them pierced and rings put in; she knew that her modifications of her cunt and tits were an essential part of what she longed to become, knew that those additions would be advantageous to her eventual use and access. HE would know that, he would see to it that she would be available and more than that, be without a doubt a thing for pleasure, a open socket for perversion and private nastiness, a open pouting hole that wanted to be pursued and plummeted. She wanted to be opened up as much as possible.

HE gave that to her, had almost trained her to want this. Now, she did want this, wanted it constantly, every needful moment of hers had become a never ending need in her. She moved to the basin and drew back her robe and let it fall back. Her tiny furled cunt lips were hanging open slightly as she rubbed them open and teased them back. She took a new razor from her drawer and ran the new blade under the heated water as it poured out. She slapped at her cunt lips with wet fingers and then drew the razor head along her labia mound, teasingly shaving off the few sparse hair that had silkily began to grow, almost barely perceptible, but still there. The few hairs peeled quickly off, spilling down the basin. She eased a lube and smeared the crème in and over her sensitive clit and cunt lips, pulling them out and coating the inner lips so that they were soft and tender and ready to be worshipped and filled. Ever since her and her father had started to fuck, she wanted HIM to lodge that massive gnarled cock log in her seeping cunt, knew that HIS readiness to ram that thick load shaft in her was the cumulative perfect prize of HIM and her having finally all of their perverse nasty needs out in the open, HIS feeling and fingering her up early on was just a tame betrayal of what they both knew, that she was destined to be HIS easy willing cunt slut. 

Cassie opened her drawer and opened the package and slid out the white lace short shorts, the fishnet panels wide spaced lace and leading up to very tight ass area with only a small silk gusset, covering a small area of her firm ass cheeks, the front clearly showing every inch of her bare bald pussy, the taut thin sheerness framing the cunt lips and pushing them out full and tight, the waist the only strip that covered anything. Cassie yanked them up hard on her hips so that the molded lace tugged and molded to her offered ass and cunt, her perfect holes on display for HIM, her asshole stretched out as the tight small pants yanked apart her ass cheeks; not a inch of her soothing skin sagged or spilled between the wide spaces of the thin webbing of the pants. She loved the way it turned her otherwise tame look into the look of a delectable piece of fuck candy, a parted inviting girl whore for HIM and HIS gnarled huge cock tube, with its luscious bulging veins that pumped with HIS cum juice. She half-closed her eyes thinking of how much she wanted that load meat in her tight fuck tunnel. She next bend over and shuttled her feet into her four inch clear fuck-me heels, Cassie strapped the shoe wrap over her ankle and tightened them on both her feet, her pink toenails manicured and trapped in their tight narrowness. She loved the look and feel of them, constricting and yet so sure that HE would be holding the heels soon, using them to spread her legs open wide and give HIMSELF access to her fuck openings, her cunt, her puckered tight ass. She turned back and perfumed her neck and tits before again carefully applying the lips gloss that would coat HIS brutal cock shafting in her mouth, smearing the ridges with saliva and lipstick as HE mounted her mouth and throat. She swallowed up hard, her instincts knowing and reacting to the ready fantasy that would in minutes become reality. Cassie took the second garment out and pulled it over her head and hair and down onto her stomach, then stretching it out so that the tube top, minuscule and bright sheer blue, encased her tits, her nipples thick and probing out. She looked and then stood so that her back was to the mirror and then looked back, arching her ass back, seeing herself completely what she wanted to see; a pubescent nasty hot fuck toy made up like a perfect gift for HIM, her father, to do whatever HE wanted, to present herself to HIM for HIS use, HIS perverse pleasure, HIS cock, fingers, mouth and pulsing raging lust and jizz loads.

Cassie came out and knocked slightly on HIS door as she moved past HIS door. It was their signal.

Cassie went out and carefully eased down the stairs to HIS den. She sat on the couch and spread her legs out wide. Her arms stretched back over the top of the leather backing, so that HE would see her completely ready and on display. Wearing the cunt slut clothes HE loved so much and the clothes that HE bought her, bought her the cock teasing garments that would forever be her uniform with HIM, wearing them proud and knowing that they were HIS mark on her, her and her precious tender fuck holes and willing eagerness. She touched the fast dial on the phone that reached her parents private office in their upstairs bedroom. She knew he was already awake. She let it ring only once, hanging the receiver down and thrilling that soon HE would be here; here with HIS cock for her, her alone. Her mouth had suddenly begun to water and salivated in her throat. 

Cassie felt the stirring of her cunt juice heating up in her hole, seeping hot and oily as she felt the crème seepage pooling in herself. HE was coming down the stairway and she could hear the soft foot falls on the carpet. HE came around the landing and walked in the den, clothed in a thick white Turkish robe, tied at the waist. The collar tussled into the nape of HIS neck and HIS unruly dark hair. He looked at her splayed out on the couch, her legs and arms extended and her hairless cunt hole pried open under the strings of the mesh pants, her obviously erect tits throbbing hard. Cassie’s face looked so wantonly anxious and manicured to pose her in the most lewd way. Her tongue traced across her lower lip as he blatantly looked at HIS daughter, HIS damp firm aching fuck doll, HIS cum dump hole. She blatantly rubbed her ass across the couch slightly, making her twat press harder and lewdly out at HIS eyes. HE smiled broadly as HE walked into the den, and touching her lightly on the neck, passed around to the back of the couch, HIS eyes caressing her from above, looking down on the thrust of her parted cunt, her erect nipples caged in her top, her naked ready skin. He eased HIS fingers over her collarbone to the swell of her tits and down over them, squeezing her excited melons and tit meat.

“Oh fuck Daddy, ummmm, that feels so good.” She wanted to have him look at her like she was HIS, HIS to mold and taunt and tease and please with. She loved their new style, her being the fuck thing when her mom left, her being the woman that HE wanted and pursued when her mommy went off to work, Cassie thought that she was the hole that filled her Daddy’s need, the way mommy’s job filled a need for her. Cassie loved being the hole that her Daddy filled, filled with HIS gnarled hard manly brutish cock meat and focused completely on her ability to satisfy HIS wants to fuck and use her body. She knew that Daddy had HIS secret perverse desires to acknowledge her longing, HIS love to see her dressed up like a underage slut hole, HIS unyielding pleading in HIS eyes for her to perform like HIS personal cum depository and HIS blatantly obvious craving for her tender wet holes. She wanted nothing more than to give herself to him however HE wanted her.

Michael whispered in her ear. “Go get me a coffee baby.” Cassie slid from HIS grasp begrudgingly and felt HIS hands feel her body as she rose, cupping her ass cheeks and roaming over her hips as she went towards the bar to get HIS cup filled and knew that HIS eyes were raping her as she strutted away, her bared body barely covered by her clothes, her firm young flesh completely on display. After pouring HIS cup up, she slowly turned towards her father and saw that he had sat, splayed out on the couch, HIS robe barely tied at the front, HIS legs out. HE pulled the robe open and HIS fattened hard cock stood out between HIS thighs. HE pulled HIS hand from HIS cock. Cassie started to set the cup down for HIM and he stopped her, “Have some Cassie.” Cassie sipped the strong coffee. She looked at him aware that he was looking at her, her tits and cunt. Cassie winced slightly at the taste and swallowed. 

“Not quite rich enough is it darling?” Michael’s rod vibrated between HIS legs, huge and full. “Perhaps you take your coffee with sugar, maybe some cream honey?” Michael leaned back. “Go ahead.” Cassie put the hot coffee down on the sideboard and knelt in, her mouth opening, seeing that HE knew, HE knew all of her hungers. Cassie knelt and ran her tongue out and over HIS cock head, knew that HIS luscious load would be her savory morning gulping. She began to mouth HIM off and looked up into HIS eyes as HE smiled and slowly caressed the back of her neck, pulling her mouth on to HIS load log, HIS ball sacs bouncing onto hert chin as she sucked HIS cock shaft deep as she could, easing off to let the saliva drool and paint HIS veins as she gaped down for more of HIS jizz pole as HE rammed into her pink lipped mouth and egging her on to go deeper and farther. She widened her mouth as much as she could so that HIS cock literally could thrust up into her greedy lips and throat. She wanted HIS cum froth so that she could feed on HIM. That would make HIM happy and Cassie wanted that more than any thing, she wanted HIS ropey juice slop in her mouth and on her face, it was her gift to HIM for the clothes, for the acknowledgement that HE wanted her, that HE desired her. She frantically jammed her open mouth hole on HIS fuck stick, alternately sucking and then allowing the hard shaft to abuse her mouth and throat, letting the friction build on her Daddy’s cock. HIS hands played with her tits as she worked HIS organ as best she could, HIS hands mauling her tit flesh through her sheer top. The dripping saliva flow drenched her top and HIS fingers clearly teased her nipples through the mouth muck that flowed down her top. Before long HE was thrusting HIS hips up into her parted mouth and fucking her throat and feeling her tongue bathe HIS monstrous rod, rutting into her face like a dog in heat. Michael grabbed the cup off the side board and palmed off her plunging mouth and let a huge load of jizz dump into the coffee, the smear of large gobs of cum floating into the dark liquid and swirling in chucky strings on the inside of the ceramic. Cassie watched as the heavy flow from her Daddy’s shaft drained into the waiting cup and then allowed HIM to hand it to her. She hesitated for only a second and began to lick lovingly at the inside curves of the cup and then tilted the edge to her lips and poured the curdled coffee onto her tongue and mouth, her happiness apparent in her face. She admired the way he watched her, her drenched top, her hungry mouth drinking HIS cock juice; her complete abandonment at being HIS, HIS own gorgeous happy daughter. 

As he made HIS way to HIS morning shower up the staircase, HIS limp long cock wagging between HIS legs, he stopped and looked back at her. “Honey, I need you to have you stay home today, I have a special present for you.”

Cassie hung back on her heels and nodded. “Yes Daddy.” She reeled in the heady happiness she had realized, looking as her Daddy’s ass moved through to HIS bathroom.