Daddy's Clients

"So, you're not quite as disgusted with this new arrangement as you'd have me believe eh? Don't you just hate when your body betrays you like that? And no panties? I'd think you were practically waiting for me..."

Clara thought about crying out but knew it would be pointless – the party was a room full of people at Gus' beck and call and who knows what lengths he would go to if scorned now. And even now he was speaking just the words she had dreaded for a large portion of her childhood,

"Clara...Clara...I've waited far too long for this..." This was followed with Gus burying his face in the back of her head, into her hair, nuzzling roughly back and forth, taking in deep breaths. "You smell as good as you always have...any man could have you, Clara – but no man wants you as desperately as I have."

With this, he took a definitive sip of his drink and set the glass down on the table to the side of the chair. They were positioned toward the far end of the room with only a few inches between them and the wall. She had been so engrossed in her thoughts that she now cursed herself for not noticing that Gus had approached her and positioned himself behind her. How he had managed to be so stealthy was beyond her comprehension as he was so loud and boisterous and even now was gruff and rough with her as he groped underneath her dress, then outside of it, given how tight it was, where he was better able to find and squeeze her nipples with both hands.

"Oh, these tits have taunted me for years, Clara. Do you think that is fair? Women like you make men like me crazy, insane in the head, do you hear me?" Now he cupped her left breast with one hand, roughly massaging it and pinching the nipple. Spurred on by her muted moans as she attempted to maintain the look of nothing going on, he unzipped his pants, unleashing his fully erect cock onto her partly exposed back. Pulling her legs backward and apart, he positioned his cock at her vagina and thrust himself into her with a force that surprised her. She gasped suddenly, looking up and afraid that someone would notice. But of course, she could now see that it had reached that point in an evening with Gus when his friends and associates were mostly all preoccupied with the now thoroughly trashed blonde numbers who were now proceeding to find ways to take various bits of their clothing off. Very few of Daddy's parties turned into drunken orgies, but ones that included Gus and had the misfortune of going past midnight with Gus still present, usually did...at least until Daddy kicked people out. But where was Daddy? She couldn't tell – but she suspected that he was tucked away in his study with one of Gus' more serious associates going over some business or other.

Gus's breath was now on the back of her neck as he leaned his weight into her, slamming into her pussy over and over, whispering obscenities at her. 'Daddy's little whore' seemed to be his cliched favorite. As he forced himself into her, she felt herself disappear entirely from the room – she was in Daddy's study and he had her on her belly over his large mahogany desk, her dress as it was now, hiked up over her waist. He was whispering sweet things into her ear as he nibbled on it, and it was his cock that filled her vagina not Gus's. She began to rock against Gus, still picturing her father, angling her butt towards him to force him deeper into her. Flexing her pelvic muscles instinctively, she tugged at Gus' penis in lieu of her father's and she reached behind her, feeling what she envisioned to be her father's pants covering his ass as he fucked her through his fly.

Barely noticing the girl's attentions, Gus continued to slam into Clara's pussy, grabbing onto her breast and the back of the chair to better position himself. Not finding the release he sought after, he pulled out completely and slammed into her again with the same force as he initiated with, forcing Clara to gasp once more. Her reverie was broken and she grasped the back of the chair for support as her vision wavered slightly. The pain was from Gus' tugging and pinching at her breast and nipple and it nearly caused her to blackout as it was coupled with the renewed fury of Gus' fucking. Grabbing her ass now with both hands, he spread open her butt cheeks, admiring a new target of attack which he now forced his thumb into. Tears began to stream down Clara face, as he fucked her and jammed his thumb into her ass at the same time, the whole time leaning heavily against her again.

He stood up again and pulling his cock out of her dripping, wet tortured pussy, he positioned it against her asshole, rubbing it around the hole then becoming impatient again, forced himself into her very tight, very warm anal cavity. This time she did blackout, but was quickly revived with the initially slow and progressive movement of Gus' cock in her ass. Within a matter of a couple of minutes, he had the whole length of himself buried in her ass, and he forced his way in and out of that tight hole until he began to feel himself nearing climax.

The partygoers were finally no longer pretending and were now semi-openly fucking either in the living room or more likely out on the patio. Clara's tears stung in her eyes and now she openly whimpered which seemed to only fuel Gus' ferocity as he pounded his way deep into her anus, all the while telling her how beautiful a whore she had always been and how he was glad that she had saved her ass for him. His climax came and went as he shot a load into her ass with a low grunt.

Turning her around as he removed his only partly limp cock from her pussy, he undid the strings holding her breasts akimbo underneath the dress, and they fell out into his waiting hand and mouth and he sucked on one and pinched at the one neglected previously. Clara's eyes had been closed for awhile and now that she opened them she wished she hadn't. The sight was repulsive enough but she saw also that his cock was fully erect again and just as she noticed, he stood up, pushing her back against the chair which was firmly planted on the floor – one of those old-style heavy chairs. Holding his large hand against her neck where the choker had been, which now lay broken on the floor underneath her feet, he held his cock with the other hand and forced it into her pussy slowly then with more force until he was grinning at her lasciviously as he slammed into her pussy again. She tried now to resist him once again, not really caring about consequence for the moment. Gus grabbed her by the neck though and reminded her that, "Daddy's little whores don't get to be particular about where and when they get fucked....now suck."

To her horror, he had removed himself from her but was now forcing her head down so that she had to kneel with her face right over his cock. She opened her mouth reluctantly and gather her mental strength to keep from vomiting right then and there. With his hand on the back of her head, she was forced onto his waiting cock and she very quickly found her mouth full with his released sperm as he came with an even louder grunt this time and came longer and harder until her mouth was overflowing with cum. "Swallow it, bitch." Gus demanded with such animal force in his voice that before she could think to do otherwise, Clara did indeed swallow every last drop of Gus's cum. She even licked her lips despite herself as blowjobs had become a choice favorite of hers in college – now though was an entirely different manner and she wished she had the fortitude to have bitten down on Gus' cock as he forced it into her mouth.

Clara collapsed into a pile on the floor, quietly sobbing as Gus grabbed his drink and finished it slowly, still standing over her with his exposed cock dangling above her. She shielded her head with her arms in a fetal position, hoping that Gus was satieted now. But she heard him put the glass back down with a finality that seemed to indicate otherwise as he leaned down and grabbing her up by the hair, forced her to turn over and position her hands in front of her with her ass in the air, "like the bitch that you really are underneath all these fancy expensive clothes." And grabbing one breast again, he pushed his now partly-revived cock up against her pussy and rubbed up and down the length of it, against her clit and then around her anus until it was rock-hard again and she whimpered her protest. Gus shoved a finger into her mouth, "Suck on this bitch while I fuck you like one. Your daddy should have left you in your room tonight huh?" And with this he thrusted his hips forward as he knelt over her ass. The canal wasn't as tight as it was before but it was still pretty damn tight and Gus grunted his pleasure as he thrust into her repeatedly, rolling her breast between his fingers after removing them from her mouth, balancing himself against the floor with his other hand.

Leaning against her back, he pulled himself out of her ass suddenly just as Clara was finding a way to dissociate herself from what was happening until it was over, and forced her on her back instead. Holding her arms above her head with his forceful hand, he pushed two fingers of his other hand into her pussy and curved them toward her G-spot. She had already cum once when he had first started but now she felt her body betraying her once again as he sucked on one of her breasts, nibbling lightly at her nipple and finger-fucking her G-spot. She writhed to get away from him but he just wriggled inside of her more feverishly, raking his fingers against the roughness of her spot and sucking, tugging and nibbling at her breast. When he felt her hips buck towards his fingers as she neared her climax, he moved over on top of her and forced his lips against Clara's as he thrust himself back into her climaxing pussy. Totally against her wishes, she felt the strongest orgasm of her life build and was matched by Gus's orgasm. The two writhed together on the floor, her hips thrusting as if owned by another woman towards his hips and their lips locked together with his tongue forced into her mouth. He slammed into her again and again as multiple orgasms forced her to hate her body over and over. She shivered with each successive orgasm, moaning as if possessed. Gus moved to her neck and sucked on on the exposed veins there, bringing her to even deeper more powerful series of orgasms that caused her to scream out. Finally with a series of grunts, Gus shot his last wad of cum into her and collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the ground. His breathing was ragged and she floated in and out of consciousness.

At some point later, Gus raised his head and seeing Clara's ravaged body lying limp underneath him, he snarled. The sound woke Clara and she stared into Gus' cold eyes.

"Well, are you done yet?" she spat at him, weakly.

"For now. You speak a word of this to anyone and ... well I needn't spoil the moment with such unpleasantness – but you know what will happen. Got it?" Gus's face was mere inches from her own and she felt herself needing to vomit as she caught a whiff of his musty, stale breath. She blinked her eyes slowly and defiantly at him in response. He seemed to accept this as he grabbed her up in his arms, "Good. Now let's go get you cleaned up." Carrying Clara like some kind of rag doll into the hall and up the main staircase in full view of everyone if they cared to look or notice, Gus walked down the hallway with clear knowledge of where he was going and kicked open the door to Clara's room and dropped her unceremoniously onto her bed.

"Clean yourself up, go to sleep and come downstairs for the breakfast announcement. Your daddy's going to be a very powerful man starting tomorrow. Well that is, if you don't compare him to me that is." And with a loud laugh, Gus left, closing the door behind him.

Clara crawled to the bathroom and up over the edge of the toilet and puked her guts out until she passed out on the floor.

In the morning, she woke with a fog in her head, unsure that she wanted to be awake...let alone alive. She slowly rose, turned on the shower and got in – the water wasn't hot enough and she kept turning it up higher and higher until it scalded and that still didn't feel hot enough, she wanted to burn off every inch of her skin that was touched by that man. And she sobbed until she couldn't sob anymore and she just moaned. A door opened and her father entered the room, calling for her. She silenced and didn't answer.

"Hey, Clara, honey. Can I come in for a second?"

Clara didn't answer – but this was the wrong thing to do, of course, as it made her father curious if she was ok and he tentatively opened the door and saw her dress from the night before strewn on the floor and soiled. He frowned, knowing that his daughter was a bit loose sexually but doubting that she would be at all interested in the likes of Gus and his crew.

Paul had spent the whole night in negotiations with Gus' accountant and had ended up sleeping in his study with the accountant having returned to the "festivities" – and he knew nothing of what had happened to his daughter. But he was beginning to be suspicious. Gus had positively hugged him and given him a kiss on both cheeks, saying, "My man – you are going to be a big-shot today! All because of beauty. Beauty solves all problems, eh? Surely you know what I mean?" And Gus had clapped him on the back and led him around, talking most congenially.

"Speak to me, honey – what's...What happened?" He was now so sure that something had happened, that something had been in his drink, that his daughter had not survived the night untouched this time...and he reached over and put his hand on the glass of the shower, seeing his daughter's vague form curled up against it, the water pouring down over her. He wanted to open the door and wrap his arms around his baby girl but he knew that if he was right...there was nothing worse he could do really.

Only Clara was desperately hoping that he would do just that and she placed her hand against the glass alongside his. Paul decided to take the chance at this gesture,

"Clara...baby...listen to me...I'm going to come in there but first I'll be right back. Honey I'll be right back ok – just .. stay there."

And he went, deadbolted her door closed and took all of his clothes off, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and reentered the bathroom. Opening the shower, he climbed in and nearly screaming at the temperature, he turned the knob to a more manageable but still hot setting and knelt down beside Clara, reaching around her and holding her tight to his body. He felt her slowly wrap her arms around him and snuggle in close to him, her head on his chest.

After a time of hearing Gus shouting up that he'd see Paul at the office, and hearing doors slam and cars rev up and disappear, Paul finally picked up Clara and carried her carefully out to her bedroom and onto her bed. He stripped the covers off the rest of the bed and wrapped them around her as she shivered. Grabbing a towel, he then carefully uncovered her bit by bit, rubbing her dry. He then lay her down on the disheveled bedcovers and carefully pushed her legs open. He was surprised that she didn't resist him and he carefully dried all around her vagina as if she were still a baby.

Then he lay next to her, still just as naked as she was and she snuggled in close to him.

The morning slowly slipped away as they both pseudo-slept in each other's arms. Cynthia even came home and went to her room, changed and left again without noticing or caring what was going on in Clara's room.

When they woke around noon, Clara was the first to open her eyes and she looked up at her father, "Thank you." was the only thing she could whisper at first.

"Sweetie...I don't know what to say...or do..."

Clara hushed him with her fingers, "Don't say anything. That ... vile creature has been dying to do that to me for a very long long time. And Daddy, there was a time when he could have done it without me caring one bit. I've had harsher sexual experiences in some ways, and enjoyed them...oddly. So it's not that – it's just that now...well Daddy.... I dunno – things are different, aren't they?"

And she looked at him with such an expression of love and affection that Paul couldn't help but hold her closer and pull her to him for a long kiss which became more and more passionate as their bodies slowly realigned to fit together as lovers would. Paul pulled away, looking at her questioningly.

Clara slowly blinked, a smile teasing at the edges of her eyes, "You want to do something ... make me feel like a woman again, Daddy...and not some piece of garbage.... Make love to me, Daddy...Kiss me, hold me close, touch me....erase his touch, Daddy. Make him go away."

This plea was all Paul needed and he rolled Clara over on her tummy first, lightly stroking her back, carefully planting kisses along her shoulder blades as he positioned himself on top of her, his erect penis snuggling in between her legs and against her vagina which was now moist once again. Kissing the back of her neck, he slowly rocked against her, his penis gently rubbing along her vagina and he whispered, "I love you Clara."

She sighed with pleasure as she lay there underneath her father. He lightly licked at her left ear, nibbling at it lightly as he slowly began to rub his penis against her a little bit more. Turning her head toward him, he kissed her like he'd only kissed one other woman before, and that was her mother, and slowly advanced his penis into her vagina. She moaned happily into their embrace and kissed him hard in return, arching her hips back and toward him. Slowly they rocked back and forth like this, sometimes kissing, sometimes Clara would just relax back with a smile and enjoy the feeling of her father making love to her. He would stop and kiss her arms, her breasts from the side, her back...he even took her fingers into his mouth and gently kissed them then licked them with his tongue which seemed to heighten Clara's arousal as she looked up at him with a big smile and turned over.

She held his penis in her hands and guided it back to where it had temporarily been displaced when she turned over, and then pulled him down toward her where he kissed her breasts with such tenderness and care that she shivered every time his lips neared her body. Holding his cock still inside of her, he kissed every part of her upper body once again from the front, then carefully holding one of her nipples in his mouth and flicking his tongue over it, he began to move against her, his cock sliding into her pussy with no resistance at all and she matched his movements and sped up slightly. Before long they were rocking into each other with a vigorous movement and Clara's moans were matched with Paul's as they held on tight to each other as a mutually building orgasm washed over them. Clara's moan turned into screams and Paul smiled down at her, loving the sounds she made.

"Baby – I want you to cum for me, baby. Oh yes...Baby, I'm going to cum too...."

"Daddy, daddy....daddy. Oooooooh. Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy."

For a second Paul paused, scared and delighted by the sound of that from his daughter's lips but she grabbed both hands around his butt and shoved him into her with such determination that he thought no longer and indeed fucked his grown daughter until she screamed over and over with barely a breath in between, her vagina throbbing against him as he shot multiple loads of cum into her hot pussy.

Afterward they kissed for a long time as they remained conjoined but spent, and they slept until that evening.

Waking, they were both starving but managed to find the strength for another long session of lovemaking, starting with Paul licking Clara's pussy clean and back into another series of orgasms before she returned the favor, sucking her father's cock very lovingly and with such joyful abandon. Before letting him cum in her mouth, she had jumped on top of him, as gracefully as an acrobat, sliding her father's cock into her pussy again and riding him while he held her like there was nothing else in the world, moaning and screaming into her 3rd set of orgasms that day with her father.