"Daddy" and Beth

I had never known such a huge load of cum, it erupted from his penis in seven, eight, nine jets. It seemed it would never stop and as he eased each jet out with his fist he addressed me as though I were his daughter.

"Chloe, I've heard you squealing as you get arse fucked...."

"Chloe, I've heard you begging for his cum on your tits..."

"Oh Chloe, I've watched you soaping up that cunt in the shower and I imagine bending you over and banging that hot little pussy..." He was sick in the head.

After he'd done, he collapsed on the bed and threw me a towel.

"There's a shower through there, Beth." He gestured to a doorway. I picked up the towel and said thanks. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, as I heard Donald turn off the TV and ask if I wanted another drink. As I soaped up my sore, belt-marked body, I could see that my new Daddy was going to be a lot more than a part time job.