Daddy Daughter Diaries 09

Darron takes Kyra shopping with a very special toy. Kyra gets a much needed attitude adjustment about her cock servitude.

Chapter 08 was mislabeled. This is 09 haha.

Kyra was feeling excited. Daddy was so pleased with her decision to pledge, that he was taking her off mansion grounds to go shopping! It wasn’t something that was done very often, according to Lauren. Most fathers kept their daughters on the grounds for the whole three months so they could bond properly. But Daddy said he had found a special place to shop for a dress.

Which was why she was currently sitting in the backseat, trying not to moan as Daddy fucked her teen cunt.

Daddy’s skilled fingers rolled and pinched Kyra’s sensitive clit as he rolled his hips upwards in slow and steady movements. Kyra’s pastel yellow frock was hiked up around her hips, exposing her bald pussy which was split wide open around her father’s cock. Their chauffeur leered at her in the rearview mirror, evidently enjoying the show.

She was so excited about getting a new dress for her pledge day that she almost didn’t mind the thick anal toy that was chafing her rectal walls. After all, it made her daddy feel so much bigger and made her pussy so much hornier!

Yes, Kyra was embracing her slutty nature. She didn’t just want cock. She needed it! She needed to feel the pulsing warmth of a thick fuckpole plunging deep into her insides, churning up her cunt and asshole until she came her brains out.

“Ooo oooo I’m CUMMING!” Kyra shouted as her pussy gushed over her Daddy’s cock.

“Ungh that’s it my little rape-slut!” Daddy praised her as she squeezed her cunt on his dick. She shook her hips eagerly, wanting to please her father! Her pussy pulsed rapidly, eagerly milking the cock inside.

“Nuh-uh, sweetie,” Daddy said, pinching her nipples in warning, “Remember what I said this morning!”

Kyra whined, allowing herself to be pulled off Daddy’s fat cock.

Daddy said that she was only allowed to receive cum in her shitter today. For the entirety of today, her asshole would be a cum receptacle, a place for men to pump their sperm and jizz.

Her father reached under her and tweaked the special toy in Kyra’s asshole – a custom-made fleshlight designed to fit inside her shitter and deprive her of anal pleasure.

“This is your only orgasm for today,” her Daddy warned her, then sunk his cock into the soft silicone of the fleshlight occupying her shithole. Kyra whined pitifully. She could still feel Daddy’s hips slapping against her ass as he thrust up into the toy in her rectum, but the delicious scrape of his thick veiny cock in her asshole was missing. Instead, there was only the uncomfortable stretch of the fleshlight plug in her bowels.

Daddy came inside the fleshlight with a loud satisfied grunt, then pulled Kyra off his cock.

“I think I should plug it up,” he said with a grin, and stuck one of Kyra’s anal plugs into the silicone.

Kyra squeaked. She could feel the anal fleshlight move again, but the sensation of her Daddy’s hot cum was sadly missing.

She was promptly distracted by the sound of the chauffeur clearing his throat.

“We’re here, Sir and Slut!” he said, grinning lecherously at Kyra in the rearview mirror.

Kyra couldn’t help but blush. The time in the mansion helped her to realize that she was meant to be a cockslut and a dickslave, but the two short months hadn’t been enough to get her used to being ogled at in such a manner, especially by the people who weren’t staff of the mansion!

She tried to close her legs, but her Daddy held them open and spanked her pussy a few times, making her leftover juices splash onto the expensive leather seats.

“Tell him what you are,” he growled, landing painful slaps on her sensitive cunt.

“I’m a slut,” Kyra squeaked, barely audible over the loud SLAP SLAP SLAP of Daddy’s large hand on her slit.

“LOUDER.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK.

“I’m a slut!” Kyra moaned. The sweet afterglow of an orgasm had swiftly disappeared, replaced by the pain of being cuntspanked.

“What kind of slut?” Daddy growled, pinching Kyra’s clit and twisting hard!

“AAAHHHHH! I’m a rapeslut, Daddy. I’m a rapeslut!” Kyra squealed loud and clear, whining until Daddy let go of her sensitive nub.

The chauffeur looked very pleased at the confession.

“Well, pleased to see you, miss Rapeslut!” he said, “I hope to see you again later,” he winked at her in the mirror and then unlocked the doors.

Kyra chest heaved, taken off guard by the sudden pain that her Daddy had visited upon her young body. Daddy squeezed her thighs affectionately and finally let her close her legs.

With shaky knees, Kyra slid off her Daddy’s legs, waiting for him to zip himself back up and then open the car door.

Daddy helped her out of the car and Kyra immediately felt self conscious. They weren’t at the regular mall, but on a street in town with all sorts of boutique shops. Daddy was dressed in a suit for their father-daughter outing, but Kyra was only wearing a short yellow sundress that just covered the tops of her thighs. There was no hiding the fact that she was wet between the legs because her juice glistened in the sunlight. And the slight breeze could lift the back of her dress at any second, exposing her anal fleshlight.

“C’mon sweetie!” Daddy said, offering his elbow. Kyra tottered forward on her white platform wedges, reaching down to tug at her skirt, but then Daddy caught her hand and gave her warning look.

“Sorry daddy,” Kyra said, biting her bottom lip.

“You’re my rapeslut, remember? You’re pledging your holes and your clit to me soon. Since all of this belongs to me, I’m the one who controls who gets to see it,” Daddy said serenely. He smiled at one of the tourists who was walking by. The man, who was wearing a shirt and beach shorts, looked a little taken aback at the sight of Kyra, who had obviously just been fucked. But then his look of surprise quickly turned lecherous too and he gave Daddy a commiserating look.

Kyra felt her face go hot with embarrassment and shame.

But like Daddy said, he was in charge and he knew what was best for her!

With that in mind, she took his elbow with a tiny smile and let him lead her down the street.

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Darron could feel all eyes on his sweet slutty daughter as they walked down the boulevard. He had purposely chosen a short dress and white platforms, raising her petite frame a few inches higher so that her wet thighs would draw attention. Her nipples had hardened into nubs that were obvious through the thin fabric of her dress. Her face was pink in humiliation, which sent a thrill of arousal through Darron every time he looked at her sweet visage.

Belham Boulevard was about an hour away from the mansion, located close to Belham beach. It had a number of high end brand name shops interspersed with local offerings, populated by numerous tourists. Of course, that was just its public face. Like many other places, it had a more… private persona. There was a section of the beach, a private section, where nudists gathered. In the back alleys, there were certain establishments where men could satisfy their desires. And some of the stores had very interesting backrooms.

Darron fully intended on using some of those things before their day trip was over.

He led Kyra to their first stop, a seemingly high-end boutique with a wide variety of dresses.

The bell on the door jingled as Darron led Kyra into the shop.

“Welcome to Belham Boutique! The Best on the Boulevard!” the male assistant said with a big smile. He did a little double take when he saw the state of Kyra, but then quickly smoothed over his expression and gestured for them to come inside.

There were other shoppers in the store, browsing the racks and racks of beautiful dresses. Most of them were women, but there were a few men here and there who were obviously waiting on their significant others.

“Thank you,” Darron paused to read the assistant’s nametag, “Lucas,” he said with a grin, guiding Kyra into the shop with a hand on the small of her back. As they passed the assistant, Darron made sure to pull up the back of Kyra’s skirt, exposing her buttocks and the massive toy spreading her asscheeks.

Lucas made a choked off sound and Kyra squeaked in surprise, her face turning even redder than before.

None of the other shoppers noticed.

Perfect.

Darron made Kyra walk past two of the other customers with her skirt like that before he finally let go and let the fabric fall over her ass again.

“Go on sweetie, go pick out a dress!” Darron encouraged his daughter.

Kyra hesitated, but then walked over to one of the racks.

Darron waited until she had started browsing through the pretty sundresses to grab the bottom of her dress again and lift it, this time making eye contact with one of the guys standing nearby. He looked confused for a moment, and then looked down, and then his eyes went really wide at what he was seeing.

Darron winked at the man, and grabbed Kyra’s bare ass, giving it a hard squeeze.

Kyra gasped, then bit her lip, giving her father a betrayed look over her shoulder. Darron raised an eyebrow at her then jerked his head at the other customer. Kyra turned to look, her face going pinker and pinker as she realized a complete stranger was looking at the massive anal fleshlight lodged in her shithole.

Darron let go of Kyra’s dress and gave the other man a meaningful look towards the dressing rooms.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you try on this dress?” Darron asked loudly, holding out a deep blue maxi dress that he had no intention of buying. Kyra took the dress with a look of confusion, but she knew better than to refuse her father and she quickly made her way to the dressing rooms.

Darron motioned at Lucas and waved for him to follow. Together, they trailed behind Kyra.

“This one,” Lucas said smoothly, leading Kyra to the very last cubicle.

She stepped inside obediently, gasping when Darron crowded into the cubicle behind her.

He slipped a finger into her pussy and started fingering her hard. Weeks of being fed aphrodisiacs and the nonstop conditioning meant that Kyra’s cunt immediately started to gush. Her body had gotten used to responding to any sort of penetration with slick!

“Oooo!” Kyra moaned.

“Quiet, we don’t want others to hear,” Darron hissed into her ear.

He grabbed the little plug stuffed into her anal fleshlight and removed it, sticking it into Kyra’s mouth to gag her.

“I’m sending Lucas in to help you, and you’re going to let him give you all the help you need, alright sweetie?” Darron asked softly.

Kyra whined softly, nodding in acceptance.

Darron backed out of the cubicle and gestured for Lucas to step inside.

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Kyra’s heart was thumping hard in her chest.

She was clutching the blue dress in her hands, her own pastel yellow sundress hiked up to her hips, one of the steel butt plugs in her mouth like a pacifier, and her pussy so wet that it was dripping down to her ankles.

Daddy had just left her inside the dressing room and said he was sending in the shop assistant, a complete stranger, to rape her ass.

The curtain drew back and Lucas stepped inside.

He was a tall, dark skinned man who looked as if he had spent his entire life surfing in the sun then enjoying cocktails on the beach. He gazed at Kyra with lust in his eyes.

“So you’re a slut,” he murmured, putting one hand on the wall over Kyra’s head.

Kyra bit back a soft moan, nodding at his words. He reached down, sticking two fingers into Kyra’s pussy first, then wiping her juices on her mound.

“You’re so fucking horny, look at you,” Lucas growled.

Kyra nodded harder. There was no way she could deny the power that cock held over her. Even though she felt humiliated and embarrassed, even though she felt afraid and anxious at being seen by a complete stranger like this, her body was honest about what it wanted.

Lucas spun her around and pushed her chest first against the wall. He fished his cock out of his pants and slammed it into the fleshlight in Kyra’s ass.

Kyra gasped around the gag in her mouth. The cruel toy denied her the sensation of a thick black cock thrusting into her shitter. She couldn’t feel the way his dick stretched her sphincter out or how it stimulated her rectal walls. Now that Kyra knew she could have powerful rectal orgasms whenever her father raped her shithole, she had grown to associate painal with pleasure. Even the idea of being drilled in the shitter made her wet with anticipation. Being denied the unique agony of cumming from anal abuse was making Kyra feel conflicted and strangely submissive.

Here was a man, perfectly capable of pummeling Kyra’s rectum into pool of pleasure. But because her father had decided to put a fleshlight into her shitter, she could only go through the motions of being assfucked, marinate in the humiliation of being used as a sex toy without ever achieving her own peak.

In the tiny dressing room of the boutique, Kyra had been reduced to nothing more than the fleshlight shoved into her rectum, a vehicle for a cock’s pleasure and a receptacle for cum.

Lucas slammed his hips forwards, grunting softly as he used Kyra’s shithole for his own pleasure. He grabbed her tits through her dress, manhandling them roughly and twisting her nipples hard.

“Mmmngh!” Kyra whimpered.

In the next cubicle, two girls chatted as they walked in, and then began to try on clothes, asking each other for opinions.

Kyra felt a frisson of fear go through her. It was one thing to be a cockslut in the eyes of men. Men were often appreciative of her dick servitude. But what would other girls think? Not everyone was as accepting of her slutty nature, Kyra was sure of it.

The thoughts were chased from her mind when Lucas slammed his hips forwards one last time, releasing his cum inside the fleshlight in her ass. He groaned with satisfaction and then pulled his cock out.

With a lewd grin, he pulled the gag from Kyra’s lips and then made her bend over, presenting her anal fleshlight to him for further inspection. He made an appreciative sound as he pushed the steel plug into the orifice.

“Clean it,” he growled.

Kyra got on her knees immediately and then opened her mouth obediently. The fear at being discovered by the other girls faded when she came face to face with the big lovely cock in front of her. A pang of sadness rose in her. It was such a shame that she didn’t get to enjoy the full experience of being fucked by this cock! It was so girthy, so thick, so long. Surely it could have raped her ass into rectal bliss!

She carefully licked and sucked Lucas’ softening cock and tucked him back into his pants.

He produced a hanky from his pocket and thoughtfully helped to clean up some of her cunt juices from her legs, leaving just a hint of her slick visible on her thighs.

“Thanks, slut,” he said with a grin, then slunk out the curtain, leaving Kyra feeling a little small and yet also hornier than before.

“Do you like the dress?” Daddy called from outside the cubicle.

“No, daddy,” Kyra said quietly. She stuck her head out and immediately caught the eye of the girls who were trying on dresses just next to her. They gave her twin looks of disgust that made Kyra feel humiliated.

Had they heard her? Had they heard Lucas? Or did they see him leaving her cubicle? Maybe it was all three? But it wasn’t as if she could do anything about it. Daddy had asked her to let Lucas ‘help’ her and so she obeyed. The thought comforted her just a little. No matter what happened, Daddy knew best. Right? Maybe this was for her own good.

“Try this one then,” Daddy said, handing her another dress.

Kyra took it and quickly retreated to the privacy of the small stall.

She looked in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, her lips were red. She looked flushed and dare she say, sex addled? The frustration of being fucked yet not getting to truly feel the fucking, it was making her eyes gloss over and her expression glazed.

Kyra bit her lip and then quickly tried on the dress.

“This one too,” came Daddy’s voice.

Another outfit was shoved through the curtains.

Kyra let herself get caught up in the carousel of outfits that Daddy passed to her, putting the humiliating fuck out of her mind. Daddy knew best. She just had to trust him.

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They left the store with two dresses. One was a low cut baby pink shift dress and the other was a white mini dress made of pure lace. Both made Kyra blush when she put them on because it was evident that neither were able to hide what was going on under her clothes. Eventually, when Daddy claimed her holes and her clit, the fabric of both dresses would expose her status to the world.

Daddy looked very pleased when she modeled them for him in the dressing rooms, and then tipped Lucas as they left.

Lucas grabbed Kyra’s ass when she walked out the door, making her squeak. All the feelings of humiliation and being used rose up again and she left with pink cheeks.

The memory of being fucked so brutally yet being unable to enjoy it occupied her brain until they arrived at their next destination, a jewelry shop.

“Welcome to the Velvet Knot!” someone said as Kyra and Daddy walked in.

“We’d like to see your private jewelry,” Daddy said politely.

The girl behind the counter looked surprised for a moment, but then she nodded in understanding, bringing out a case from under the display.

“Sir, miss, these are our nipple jewelry and our clit rings,” she said.

The phrase made the only other tourist in the store look at them aghast, but Kyra had scarcely time to process that before Daddy was grabbing her dress and pulling the front of it up.

“What would you suggest for her clit?”

Kyra squeaked in shame and embarrassment.

The girl, Amy, only nodded with the utmost professionalism and gestured to a row of rings at the bottom.

“These gold rings are popular nowadays. They’re delicate, sexy, and can be used in conjunction with any number of our clitcessories,” Amy said, pulling out another tray of jewelry.

Kyra felt her face turn red. There were golden pendants in a variety of shapes. The most generic ones were circles, diamonds, and hearts. But she saw one that had been engraved with a picture of a pussy and another in the shape of a dick.

“I want something a little more… high end,” Daddy said, giving Amy a look.

Amy nodded in understanding.

“Well, with her complexion and clit colour, I’d suggest our titanium series. We have bars, D-rings, the standard rings, and curved rings.” Amy gave them both a tiny knowing smile, “Why don’t you head on into the backroom and we can do a more in person fitting?”

“Perfect,” Daddy said with a big grin.

“Alright,” Amy said, pressing a button on the counter, “Ron will help you out!”

Ron turned out to be a stout middle aged man who emerged from the back of the store and beckoned to Kyra and her Daddy.

With a thumping heart full of trepidation, Kyra could only go where her Daddy led her.

“Hop on up, miss,” Ron said, patting the clinical looking chair in the middle of the room.

“She goes by slut,” Daddy corrected the man.

Kyra felt her face grow hot again as Ron looked her up and down, his gaze growing lewd.

“Well if that’s the case, then get that dress off and get your ass in the chair.”

Ron’s voice went from kind and inviting to brusque and dominating. Kyra shivered as the tone of that voice went straight to her cunt. She heard it so often from the men in the mansion, and it was always followed by brutal hole abuse that made her cum hard.

As if on autopilot, her hands went to the zip of her dress and she found herself pulling off the garment without a single thought of protesting. It was only after she had handed her dress to Daddy and started walking towards the chair that she realized the absurdity of it all.

She had just obeyed a command from a random staff member! All because he was a man and spoke her in a dominating manner!

“Well? Don’t make me ask again,” Ron growled.

Kyra looked to her Daddy, who nodded with a stern expression.

Hesitantly, Kyra climbed up onto the chair and placed her feet in the stirrups.

The position left her completely exposed, cunt and ass both. There was no hiding the massive toy in her shitter and how wet her pussy was.

“That’s some premium slut flesh,” Ron said appreciatively, going over to the display where there were a number of jewelry cases.

“We’re looking for something silver coloured, maybe titanium. Something durable that can withstand pulling and tugging,” Daddy said smoothly.

Kyra shivered at those words. Clitoral pain would be in her future, no doubt!

Ron nodded in understanding. He pulled out a variety of rings and showed them to Daddy for a moment before walking over to Kyra and wiping her cunt down with a rag.

“These are clip ons, but they help you get an idea of how her clit will look with them on,” Ron explained. He pulled back Kyra’s clithood and then clipped the first one onto her nub without a further word.

“AAAGHNNNMNNGH!” Kyra’s squeal was swiftly muffled when Ron stuffed the rag he had used to wipe her cunt into her mouth.

The clip on was tight!

Tears sprang to Kyra’s eyes as her clitoris was squeezed between the two prongs of the ring. While she was no stranger to having her clit tortured as part of her father’s guidance for her sluthood, this was a sharper more condensed pain that made her toes curl.

“These come in a set,” Ron explained.

Before Kyra could process his words, her nipples were sporting similar rings and like her clit, they were on fire!

“MMNGH MMNGH!” Kyra moaned in pain.

“Hmm,” Daddy said, then shook his head, “Those are nice, but too delicate. Something sluttier would be nice.”

Ron nodded, picking out several other options. He pulled off the clip ons and swiftly replaced them with others.

Kyra found herself whimpering and moaning weakly into her cloth gag, tasting her juices as her Daddy discussed the fate of her nipples and her clit with Ron.

It was impossible to think properly when her nipples and her clitoris were being tortured in such a manner. The pain was concentrated on such a small area, and yet somehow it was occupying such a large part of her thoughts. Here and now, she was nothing more than her Daddy’s little cockslave, picking out rings for the night she would pledge her body to him. And since her body belonged to her Daddy, only his opinion mattered when it came to what would go into her most sensitive parts. Kyra had absolutely no say if she was going to be his devoted daughter!

“I think these would fit her perfectly,” Ron said at last, “These are slightly thicker than most nipple rings. Silver beads that protrude through thin fabric and announce her slutty nature. For her clit, I recommend this titanium ring, thicker and bigger, recommended for growing cockwhores. The curved pattern on it makes it extra special and adds a layer of delicacy to it.”

Kyra shivered all over again. Her body was nothing but a toy to be marked her father right now. The rings that Ron were recommending looked so intimidating. They were thick, obscene, and yet somehow the perfect test of her devotion to cock and her Daddy.

“Perfect,” Daddy said, looking pleased, “We’ll take them. Can we also get some engraved pendants?”

“Of course, but you’ll have to talk to Amy for those,” Ron replied.

Daddy nodded, holding his hand out for the clip ons so that he could relay his selection to Amy.

“I’ll go talk to Amy while you thank the kind man, sweetheart,” Daddy said. He petted Kyra’s hair and then left the room.

Kyra was still half addled from her sexual frustration and the agony of having things clipped onto her sensitive nubs. She looked at Ron in trepidation. He looked back at her and then shook his head. He pulled the cuntjuice stained rag from Kyra’s mouth and began to wipe her pussy again.

To her shame and embarrassment, the pain had done nothing to stop her slit from getting all gooey. Her cunt cream had covered the chair and left a wet spot on the leather.

“What a slut,” Ron said with a hint of disgust, “I bet you cum uncontrollably when he fucks your ass, right? That’s why he made your asshole a fleshlight instead. To teach you a lesson in humility.”

Kyra didn’t know if that was true, but it made sense.

“Get up and clean that shit off my chair,” Ron growled.

Kyra obeyed immediately, sliding off the furniture and then bending down to lap at it with her tongue. As she cleaned, she heard the sound of a zipper and then felt her plug being removed.

As with that morning, as with Lucas, Kyra was treated to the sensation of being fucked and yet not fucked once again.

She whimpered pathetically, bracing her hands against the chair to push her ass backwards.

Ron grabbed her hips for leverage and railed the fleshlight buried in her shitter as if he was trying to fuck it deeper into her.

Kyra found herself being jerked back and forth rapidly, the cunt cream on the chair smeared across her face as she tried to lick it clean.

SCHELP SCHELP SCHELP

The previous cumloads combined with Kyra’s pussy juices to create a lewd rhythm in the tiny room as Ron’s hips met the flesh of Kyra’s buttocks.

She could feel the fleshlight in her shitter move just a little, but it was so snugly fit inside her that what little movement it made was not enough.

Whimpers of frustration escaped her throat. Her pussy was gushing and her mind was eagerly anticipating the pleasure that came from being the brutal rape of her asshole, but that pleasure was cruelly denied to her.

Ron, like Lucas, didn’t waste a lot of time on her. He fucked into the silicone orifice hard and fast and left a load inside her in an almost perfunctory manner, grunting as he removed his cock from her fleshlight.

Without being prompted, Kyra sank to her knees and opened her mouth to receive the middle aged man’s cock.

Unlike Lucas, who only wanted her to lick him clean, Ron let out a soft grunt and began to piss inside Kyra’s mouth.

Kyra choked a little at first, but she quickly grew used to the pungent disgusting stench of urine gushing over her tongue. She swallowed as fast as she could, recalling that horrible night at Samira’s anal ordeal where Daddy had taught Kyra that she was a piss pot.

Ron purposefully left only the tip of his cock in Kyra’s mouth, meaning that she was forced to taste every single drop of his golden stream.

GLUG GLUG GLUG

When the flow of urine finally came to a stop, Ron pulled his cock from Kyra’s mouth and shook off the last few drops onto her face. He grabbed her head and rubbed his cock and balls all over her nose, mouth, and cheeks to mark her with his musk and stench.

“Eau de cock,” Ron said with a leer as he finally let her go.

Kyra, shamefaced and now with a strong scrotal scent on her face, slowly stood up. She put her clothes back on and then slunk out of the room to meet her Daddy.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Daddy asked her, as if he hadn’t left her to the mercy of an older man in a different room.

“Nothing, Daddy,” Kyra replied in a tiny voice. There were other customers in the shop now and she didn’t dare to voice her emotions.

Daddy didn’t look convinced. He reached down and grabbed her clit, twisting it hard.

“Tell me, slut,” he growled amidst Kyra’s squeals of pain.

The other customers gasped and then turned away quickly, shocked by his lewd display.

“I… I… I want to be raped in the ass!” Kyra screamed.

The moment it came out, she clapped both hands over her mouth in horror.

The other patrons of the store look gobsmacked at the fact that a young teen just loudly professed to wanting an anal violation. A tall lady started ushering her friend out of the store, evidently disturbed by this confession. While two young men looked on, intrigued.

“You did,” Daddy reminded her with another twist of her clit, “Don’t tell me you’re not grateful for their cockgifts?” he snarled.

Kyra kept her hands over her mouth to stifle her cries of pain but her clit couldn’t withstand such torture.

When she next opened her mouth, the obscene words came spilling out.

“No, daddy, please! I want to feel a cock chafing in and out of my rectum! I want to feel a dick pounding my asspussy! I want to squeeze hard rods with my sore shitter! I want to cum from anal abuse!”

The store was completely silent.

“Wow,” one of the young men said, breathless in shock.

Daddy let go of Kyra’s clit with a solemn look.

“While I’m proud that you’ve realized how much you crave painal ass rapes, you should remember that you’re here to serve dick, not the other way around. Whether you cum or not is up to cockowners, not you.”

His stern words made Kyra feel incredibly small.

She thought she had accepted her role as a cockslave and a dick servant, but it appeared there was still so much she had to learn.

“Yes, Daddy. Sorry, Daddy,” Kyra said softly, shame written all over her face.

“Now are you going to be a good slut and show these two men a good time in the alley?” Daddy asked her, gesturing to the two young men who were still listening in.

Kyra nodded reluctantly, looking at the ground in humiliation. Her Daddy’s stern words made it clear that she still had a long way to go in terms of her dick servitude and accepting her slutty nature. As a rapeslut, she was supposed to be grateful for all and any cock contact, regardless of whether it made her cum or not. Today, she had not shown an attitude appropriate of a slut at all.

“Please, sirs, would you like to rape my ass?” Kyra asked the two young men timidly.

“Fuck yeah!” one of them growled.

“Never gonna say no to a teen slut!” said the other with a big grin.

“The door on the right leads to the alley,” Amy supplied helpfully.

Kyra, with a thumping heart and a newly adjusted attitude on her slutty nature, walked towards it, hearing the two young men hasten to follow.

“You’re such a kinky bitch,” one muttered when they got outside. When Kyra turned, he already had his cock out and was stroking it. The other one was grinning at her and grabbing his dick through his boardshorts.

“C’mon slut, you heard your Daddy, show us a good time!”

Kyra squatted down and began to kiss their hard rods.

This time, it would all about them, she decided, not about her own pleasure. With that thought in mind, she threw her entire being into worshipping their dicks. Kyra stuck her tongue out as long as it would go, waggling it as she deepthroated one cock, then the other, then bathed their balls with her saliva. She rubbed her face against their dicks, pressing in as close as she could get in order to breathe in the scent of their scrotums. The smell of their ball sweat and dick musk was a little disgusting, but Kyra forced herself to inhale deeply. This was what it meant to be a cockslave. It meant being grateful for any and all kinds of cock contact.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” one of them groaned loudly when Kyra sucked hard on his balls.

“Oh yes shit fuck!” the other moaned when Kyra swirled her tongue in his foreskin to collect his dick cheese.

Kyra forced down the part of her that still recoiled at being asked to debase herself in front of strangers. She had spent so much time in the mansion fucking people, surely this was no different? Surely it wasn’t wrong to let people know the depths of her depravity? After all, it was her own fault for being such a whore. As she bathed their cocks with her mouth, a simple joy began to take root in her heart.

This was her true place, and her dear Daddy was the one to show her that. Looking up at the happy, lustful faces of the young men humping her face, Kyra couldn’t help but feel happy too. Her gushing pussy was still horny for dick, but it seemed less important now, compared to the pleasure she was giving these men.

Daddy was right to put the fleshlight in her ass, it would allow her to focus completely on the cockowner’s pleasure instead of her own.

“Please, sirs, won’t you fuck my anal fleshlight?” Kyra begged.

“Of fucking course!” they said together, eagerly pulling her to her feet and then bending her over.

Kyra moaned as her face was pressed up against the dick and balls of one young man while the other eagerly began to drill her fleshlight.

This time, Kyra did her best to accept and meditate upon the muted sensations, instead focusing on the way his hips slammed against hers. The lack of anal stimulation was good. It was proper for her, because this was about their pleasure, not hers! She shook her hips hard, eager to make it good for the young man fucking the toy in her ass.

They swapped places a few times before they finally took turns blasting the insides of her silicone toy with their jizz.

Kyra obediently cleaned them up and then volunteered her mouth as a urinal, slurping down their piss without complaint.

Daddy was waiting for her inside when Kyra made her way into the store again. Her face was covered in cockjuices and her hair was completely messed up. Her thighs were once again slick with her juices, and the disgusting taste of pungent stinky piss lingered on her tongue. This time though, she didn’t complain. All this, her humiliating appearance, being forbidden from enjoying herself, having to offer her mouth as a toilet, it was all to make her a better rapeslut for Daddy.

When Daddy gave her an approving smile, Kyra felt a little better because she knew that he would forgive her mistakes from today, and her dearest father would always be there to guide her, especially in terms of her sexual servitude.

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