Yard Sale Ch. 03

She wore a pair of light blue cotton stretch-shorts that must have come from when she was in grade school. They fit snugly over her thighs and ass and Dan could even see the faint outlines of her pussy lips through the fabric as she stood near him and spread her legs a bit.

"Is there something I can do for you, Daddy?" she said playfully, even pulling a lock of her soft hair across her mouth and dropping her other hand to rub near, but not on, her pussy. Oh god, how Dan wanted to take her and rip her clothes off and fuck her crazy and burst his cum all over her beautiful tits. He had a full on erection and Jen looked at his crotch and moaned and smiled.

"Oh, my sweet little girl," he sighed as he leaned back and took in all of her beauty. "Daddy wants you to slowly crawl on the coffee table and get on top of it. Show me what a good little girl you are and pose for Daddy."

Jen obediently got down on her hands and knees and crawled onto the coffee table, her shapely hips swaying in front of Dan's hungry eyes. She stopped when she was on top of it and flipped her hair over her shoulder so she could look back at him. Dan got up from the couch and went to stand in front of her. Jen instinctively arched her back and brought her ass higher and her head lower, her tongue flicking out and moistening her glistening lips seductively as she alternated her gaze from Dan's face to his crotch, just inches from her mouth.

"Are you going to be my good little girl?" he found himself asking. The place in his mind that screamed the stranger would be there any second was beaten and kicked and put in a silent corner.

"Yes, Daddy. I'll be a good little girl for you," she whined as she stared up at him with wide and pleading eyes. Dan reached down and unbuckled his belt and slid it out from his waist. He placed it around Jen's neck and fed the belt through the buckle and gently pulled it, moving her hair out of the way as he tightened it around her throat. "Oh, Daddy, what are you doing to me?" she whimpered.

"Shhh, my sweet little girl. Daddy's just playing a game with you." He petted her hair and stroked her face and made her look at him standing over her as he pulled up on the belt. Holding it over her head, he moved around the coffee table to stand behind her. Jen's instinct was to follow him and she started to turn, but he roughly pushed her back down and hissed, "Stay still!" Jen could feel the leather twist and tighten around her throat and she gasped and moaned.

Dan stood behind her and admired her tight beautiful ass as it filled her stretched out little cotton girl's shorts. He held the belt above her back with a little slack and gently caressed the lines of her ass cheeks and cunt as she was bent over before him. Jen moaned softly again. "Do you like what I'm wearing, Daddy?"

Dan reached back and slapped down hard on her left ass cheek with his palm. "AWHHH!" Jen yelped. He did it again to her right one and Jen cried out again.

"You think I'm going to let my little girl walk around dressed like a common whore?" he yelled at her.

Jen's head ducked down and she whimpered, "Sorry, Daddy. I'll be a good girl. I'll do anything you want."

"That's right, you little slut," he said menacingly as he yanked the belt back. Jen's head snapped back and she tried to gasp but choked. She whined and tried to squirm. Dan slackened the belt again and leaned forward and grabbed her hair. "Stay still, I said!" Again he leaned back and beat her ass with his hand over and over and Jen gave a high-pitched bark with each slap.

Dan paused the abuse and grabbed her shorts and tore them down to around her knees, still bent painfully on the coffee table. Her pussy had already started to dampen the fabric and he didn't want the impending stranger to think his purchase had been so recently used. "Unhhh," Jen groaned as her pussy was exposed to him. "Daddy... please! What are you doing? I'll be a good girl! I promise!"

"You promise? You'll submit to me and do as Daddy says?"

"Yes!"

"Then Daddy wants to give you a treat, little one."

"Oh, I love treats, Daddy!"

"Then lean your head forward and plant your face against the surface of the table. Do it. Do it now." Dan slackened his hold on the belt and Jen obediently turned her pretty face to the side and laid it on the table, her ass arching higher into the air. She couldn't help but shiver and could feel her pussy getting wet and ready. Dan had once before used his belt as a leash and she remembered being led around a small room and forced to show off her body for him, like some kind of trophy horse or little slave girl up for auction. She moaned loudly.

Dan tightened his hold on the belt, wrapping his end once in his hand. The slack tightened and Jen's head started to move back up. "Don't move!" he yelled at her and gave her a hard and loud backhand smack on her ass cheek, so very close to her swollen pussy lips.

"AWWWH!" she yelped and struggled to keep her head down, feeling the leather of the belt constrict her breathing. She wanted to breath heavily since she was so excited, but found she had to struggle, so she tried to relax in order to breath at all.

"Now take it, my little slut. Take Daddy's beautiful gift," he said as he held the belt tight in his left hand and placed that hand on her ass. Then, he knelt down and probed her pussy lips with his right hand's fingertips. Jen moaned loudly and choked and Dan felt her cunt push out more juice. He bent down and licked it from her slit as his fingers probed in deeply. Her pussy opened easily for him and Jen sighed and even strained forward on her yoke. He dug two fingers into her as far as they would go and curled them down so they rubbed the rough spot just behind her clit.

"UNNNNH!" Jen whimpered loudly. Dan began rubbing the spot with more and more intensity, feeling her body give in to being used like a glove. His thumb dug down the outside and found the button of her clit and pressed hard on it. Her sopping wet cunt leaked more and more fluid and Dan bent to flick them off her clit with his tongue as he pumped her.

Jen's ass started to buck into his face and hand and Dan could tell she was close. He pulled on the belt with his left hand while he moved that hand's thumb to massage her asshole. Jen's head snapped back at the increased pressure, her throat had constricted and she was unable to breath. She gasped and opened her mouth to moan, but could only stare wildly at the ceiling. With the additional slack on the line, Dan thrust his thumb into her little ass and tightened his hold on the belt. Jen's head was held up high, the leather taught and straining, as she scratched and clawed at the table, feeling her windpipe being choked and her pussy thoroughly and roughly fucked by Dan's fingers and her ass getting opened and probed by his thumb. She couldn't help herself and started to cum on his fingers. She tried to reach back with her left hand and grab his head to try to force it into her cunt, but she couldn't reach and she settled on grabbing her left ass cheek and trying to spread herself even wider; opening her holes for his beautiful abuse.

"ANNNHHHHHH! Oh fucking god!" She yelled past her choker as she came, her voice raspy and strained against her choker. Her hips pushed back into him and Dan pressed his face down to drink her cum as it seeped out and dripped off of her clit. She cried and yelled and pleaded until the last of her orgasm pulsed out of her pussy and shivered it's way down through her hands and feet. She whimpered and tried to fall back down on the table. Dan let the line go limp as he finished licking up the last of her delightful juices.

Jen could breath again and she took several deep breaths before saying, "I love you so much, Daddy." Her face was again planted on the table, her eyes closed and her breathing labored. "I know it's dirty and awful, but your little girl wants you to stick your cock in her ass and use her like a little slut. Please, Daddy? Please?"

Dan's mind went wild. Filled with the taste of her and with her sexy and submissive form bent over in front of him, he couldn't control himself. Fuck the stranger, he thought. I'm going to fuck my whore's ass and leave my cum in there and if he doesn't like it he can go back to whatever dungeon of hell spawned him.

Dan stood up and steadied himself by grasping her ass cheeks with both hands. Jen moaned deeply. Breathing heavily, he started to unzip his pants in front of Jen's puckering little hole.

And then the doorbell rang.