Chapter 68

"How is she Daddy?!" The girl asked, sitting splayed-legged upon the pillows in front of you. The same pillows that you had rested your childhood head upon every night. She hardly seemed to be able to contain her excitement to be here; craning her neck to try and see what was happening behind you.

You, of course… didn't need to be able to see. You could feel the swollen meat of the man, slowly forcing its way into you. He wasn't the biggest you'd taken, but he certainly wasn't small either and clearly wanted to savour every inch of this initial, steamrolling thrust into the depths of your rectum. Pushing steadily but surely towards that inevitable moment where yet another set of testicles sat resting gently against your perineum.

"Pretty damn divine, I gotta say…" Came the gruff voice over your shoulder, offering one of those compliments that sent you into shivers of greedy embarrassment. It still made you squirm with acknowledgement of your own nature: to be applauded as the sexual plaything you were. Though, to be fair, any compliment over anything had always curled your toes a little in squeamish imposter complexes.

He began to work his hips back and forward, gaining ground as your inner muscles loosened around his cock… reminded once again of their truest purpose in life. You felt your own breath begin to catch a little in your throat, as the plunging, churning sensation of another’s flesh buried within your own began to take hold. Large, meaty hands gripped at your flanks for purchase, while occasionally straying down to squeeze at the silicon-filled balloons upon your chest. 'Grab-handles' Skeg had declared them, admiring the work he'd paid for when you came back from surgery. It was certainly a role they'd fulfilled quite regularly, since being inflated into service.

While in front of you… the man's daughter gazed over the scene with unkempt joy. You had little doubt at all that they were truly parent and offspring, simply by the casual, accustomed way they talked and behaved around each other. Yet this was certainly not the sort of father/daughter bonding session you'd expect to find more congenial families than your own to engage in. In fact, the girl barely seemed to have eyes for you at all… staring past adoringly at her 'Daddy' as he slammed his way in and out of your rear. Her own hands snaking down between skirted thighs to rub not-exactly-idly against the front of her own cotton panties. There was a hunger there you recognised well, along with perhaps a penchant for unsuitable, roundabout ways to bridge that gap without ever directly acknowledging it.

Looking back over your shoulder, you found a gaze of equal intensity. Staring down the spawn of his loins as he plunged in and out of you. It was a strange and unsettling thing: to feel the pummelling pace and physicality of that passion… and know it was only being directed through you, not at you. Piggy in the middle for someone else's unsuitable urges. To be fair, perhaps all your acts of prostitution held some aspect of that. It certainly wouldn't be the first time a client had asked you to call them 'Daddy'. But having the unsuitable target of such affections right there, eagerly egging her parent on to fuck you harder and harder… was certainly a new experience.

"Go on Daddy! Screw that little slut! Give her what she deserves! Faster, Daddy. Faster!"

The girl's giggling excitement was reaching a shrieking crescendo now. Her clear, pealing delight in seeing you pounded into the bedsheets and feeling the bed frame creak and rock beneath her.

"Spank her little ass, Daddy. Make it all red and rosy!" She ordered, to instant follow through.

Each resounding smack upon your backside flared up a sharp flash of pain and brought your own squeaking pitch to echo her own. Yet each one also folded itself into the thudding experience of the phallus driving in and out of your bowels. You were no stranger to being treated roughly… and that part of you which had once been secret, shameful and hidden could now only revel in it openly. Somehow, being nothing but a go between for these two twisted, backseat lovers only stoked further your own arousal. Your ever-present yearning to be used and abused. Sure, you had been taken advantage of equally roughly by your own, step-father not 10 hours previously… but the hesitance and surrogation these two were clearly still using to skirt around the truth of their desires; made it all feel fresh, taboo and exciting.

When, at last, the man came grunting into the depths of your rectum, you leant back gasping with the climax as well. Your own small and throbbing erection was set free to announce the joys of being filled to the brim. Spurting out several long, sticky streams of its own… straight onto the exposed underwear of the young lady in front of you. She giggled with near-manic delight to see her garments so despoiled, and reached forward to milk even the last few drops she could from you.