Cassie Hole Pt 5

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Cassie Hole Pt 5

Cassie went upstairs as her Daddy left, HIM coming to her room and kissing her full on the lips, tonguing her mouth for a moment and running HIS manicured hands over her tits and cunt, teasing her clit up, her, smelling HIS cologne and feeling the heady movement of HIS lips on hers. She absolutely was completely in love with HIM, so positively enraptured that HE had finally started to use her, to entertain her in ways she had only imagined a month ago, now HE was actually beyond just playing with her, HE was fucking her hard and deep and using HIS cock shaft to have her throat and slurp HIS cock juice and each time she was more and more enthralled with what new heights he indulged with her. HE was more than her Daddy, HE was her perfect need, HE was the load master that she so wanted for so long, that much had been made clear to her, HE ruled her and she submitted to HIM. It was their love and complete perverseness that bonded them, that and their blood and semen. She laid back on the bed and rummaged through her sheets and found the gelled dildo that she had gotten, it’s girth thick and gnarled and the bulbous cock head so amazingly real looking, she only barely touched it and she felt her already wet cunt lips to yearn open wider. She pulled her lace short shorts off and stood with her legs wide apart as she pried her tight labia open, her pink twat flesh pulsating slowly out as she looked down, her damp fuck hole hungry and aching between her legs. Closing her eyes she moved the huge cock length to her beckoning juice hole and pushed down onto it, as the rubbery warm cock head entered and swelled up in her tight young pubescent fuck cavity. She moaned loudly as she worked the dildo up and around as she bit her lips and her pleasure roamed up her cunt walls to her nipples to her clit and across her skin, racking her young body with sheer joy as she began pumping harder and harder as she bucked her hips to meet the gelled pole driving in her raw teased up cunt lips and hole. As she came, she held the ramming cock in hard and rode the shaft as deep in as she could. For five to ten minutes, Cassie felt her body reverberating with a shudder and jolts of pleasure as she eased the slimy gelled cock out and draped the tool and her cum crème alongside her limp body as she envisioned HIM pulling out and dripping HIS cum trails over her skin.

Cassie knew what they both knew, HIS daughter, was a 18 year old slut cock whore for her Daddy. That and the fact that both of them rejoiced it the fact that she craved HIS attention, HIS perversions and HIS cock loads. 

Finally Cassie stood and on shaking legs, showered and knew HIS “special treat” for her just HAD to be HIS thick rigid jack stick fucking rammed in her twat and flooding her hole, what else could it be, he said that he’d be back in just a couple hours, well before Mommy would get back and HE did want her home, probably to be at HIS stiff cock when he pulled in, probably wanted to fuck her at least a couple times, and maybe he’d bring her one of HIS special fuck outfits for her to wear. All the same she intended to be dolled in a set that would do nothing to dissuade HIM from wanting her hungry holes, that much she was sure of. She showered again and pulled her slut heels on, sashayed her small hips into a mini skirt that was barely a curtain of colored beads, wide spaced, and a skimpy halter top, her small titties and stomach clearly showing. She’d be on her knees for HIS load, and as she thought of HIM she coated her cock sucking lips with a frosted gloss, she giggled, thinking that her the color made them look icy cool, but that once she wrapped her eager mouth on HIS welcoming man meat, she’d show Daddy how hot and fuming fluid her lips and throat would be. Cassie ran her fingers over her bald cunt lips and moved them open, looking at them below the hem of her multi-beaded mini, the light cascading colored shards over her naked smooth bald cunny, and she envisioned HIS girth filling her hole, imagined how her cunt lips would stretch over HIS fuck handle as HIS hanging balls slapped on her ass and lower twat. 

Going to HIS bathroom, Cassie opened the hamper and pulled HIS night clothes, the flannel pants, and pulled them out. She held them up to her nose and inhaled HIS manly odor, HIS sweat smell that possibly escaped HIS balls as he slept, HIS leakage from HIS cock as HE maybe, dreamed of her, HIS fuck toy, HIS slut whore, HIS pubescent willing aching submissive cum bucket of a daughter. She had a chilling wave of goose bumps ramble over her young hot skin, centering in her pussy hole, pooling up her shallow cunt up again and felt it leaking along her taut thighs. “God”, she thought, “I want HIS cock meat so bad.” Carrie was so frustrated imagining HIM and HIS balls and the heft of HIS huge rod, remembering the feel of it this morning, she nearly moaned inwardly and tossed the flannel down angrily and marched down to the den and forced herself to work on her homework, throwing open her workbook.

For the next two hours she was able to escape thinking about HIS ball jizz and cock smell, the feel and beauty she saw in her father. She had almost finished the last of her final assignments when her cell rang. She grabbed it when she saw it was Daddy’s work number. 

“Daddy, hello.” Cassie’s voice welled up, she had a reactive response to HIM now, knowing that HE was certain to yearn for her as much as she did HIM. She felt the buds of her young hardening titties thicken as she heard HIS voice. Cassie felt along her satiny leg and up to her lotion soft thigh, her legs opening as she heard HIS voice drill into her ear and felt the memory of his cock work on her rush over her skin and cunt lips. She parted open and eased her fingers up over her thin panties and nudged her clit nub. 

“Hello baby, are you enjoying yourself honey?” Michael’s voice was husky and rich. Cassie eased her finger in under her panties, subtle as she eased into her cunt lips and over her clit hood. “I need you to do something for me baby.”

“Yes Daddy. What?” Her breathless little girl voice triggered Michael’s memory of HIS little slut daughter, her curves and tits and mouth, cunt. 

As she listened she parted over her thin panties and caressed her bald pussy, knowing that HIS voice cascaded over her and HIS prized cunt was oiling up, lust sluice dripping out the tight firm cunt flaps of her burnished fuck hole. She alternately fingered up into her twat and then teased her clit hood, and clit tip as she listened, letting HIM hear her as she finger fucked herself for HIM and knew that her ragged breathing was exciting HIS thick massive hard cock sitting in his office. She was wishing that he was asking that she get in a cab and come to HIS office suite and let HIM ravage her aching itching wet cunt tunnel. Her fingers were sweating her cunt juice as she belabored herself to listen to HIS plan and her lips glistened in anticipation. Finally she knew that as HE was getting ready to click off, that she was going to cum, cum hard. “Yes Daddy…god, yes Daddy, hurry please, please.” At that HE clicked off and Cassie rammed two fingers in as tight and deep as she could and spread out her legs wide and exposed as she came on her hand and sank back exhausted.