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My father made me his wife. Then he had me fuck other men. I did not know they were paying him.

My name is Amber. I was thirteen when Mom packed a couple suitcases and moved to another state with a man she had been having a long-term affair with. It was just at the start of summer vacation. School had just ended. It was a shock to me. I did not have any idea that it was happening till she was gone. I like both of my parents and did not know they were having trouble.

About a week later, Dad unexpectedly came home in the afternoon and caught me and my boyfriend in bed. He grabbed Nick by the shoulder and pulled him out of me and threw him off the bed. Nick jumped into his pants and ran out the door, carrying the rest of his clothes.

Nick and I had been dating for three months, and he talked me into having sex with him on our third date. It hurt when he popped my cherry, but I quickly found that I really enjoyed it. Nick was two years older than me.

Dad stared at me, naked on the bed with a sheet pulled up to cover me. Dad read me the riot act. He was especially forceful when he said that he saw that Nick wasn’t wearing a condom. When I told him that the school nurse had put me on birth control pills when I had asked her for them, he left my room in a huff.

The next day, I came home from school and went to my room. I quickly noticed that my bed was gone, and it was replaced with a desk and computer. When he got home from work, I excitedly asked him about what was going on.

“It looked like you were enjoying letting your boyfriend fuck you. If you like fucking so much, you are going to take your mother’s place. You will help with the cooking and cleaning, and you will sleep with me.”

“You don’t mean that you expect to …….”

He cut me off, saying, “Yes, I expect you to sleep with me, and I’m going to fuck you any time I feel like it. I’ll show you what it like to have sex with a real man.”

“Daaaad! You can’t. You’re my father.”

“I can, and I will. Now go make us supper.” He left the room.

I was in shock about what had just happened. I made spaghetti, using sauce from a jar. It was one of the few things I knew how to make. Neither one of us said a word.

We stayed apart till about ten. Then he took me by the hand and lead me to his and Mom’s bed. “Get ready for bed.” I went to the bathroom and washed up. I put on my heaviest nightgown.

When he saw me, he said, “Take that fucking thing off and get in bed,” I slowly pulled it over my head and heard him say, “Nice.” I got under the blanket and curled up into a tight fetal ball. Dad was already naked. I could see that he was hard and that he was a lot bigger than Nick. He ripped the blanket off of me and got on the bed. He pulled me to the middle and straightened my body out.

“Dad, please don’t. I don’t want to do this.”

He pulled my legs apart and got between them. I was crying as he pushed two fingers in my pussy. “Damn it, you’re so dry.” He quickly pushed his face between my legs and licked me, pushing his spit up inside me. Then he grabbed his hard cock and rubbed spit over the end of it. “That should take care of that problem.”

He pulled up between my legs again and holding his dick, he put it against my hole. I begged him, again, not to do it but he pushed forward and entered me. Being much bigger than Nick, it hurt a little as he shoved, balls deep in me. I was really stretched to accept him. He started sliding in and out of me and the pain stopped as my natural fluids helped lubricate my insides.

I continued crying all the time Dad fucked me, even though, physically, it started to feel really good. He fucked for maybe ten minutes. Nick never lasted more than two. Dad kissed me, sucked and squeezed my tits as he fucked me. I already had a nice set of tits. Finally, he groaned and held himself deep in me as he came. I felt his prick swell several times as he shot his sperm in me. As soon as he pulled out, I quickly curled back up in a fetal ball. Dad looked at me for a couple minutes. Then he pulled the blanket up and went to sleep.

The next morning, when he woke up, he climbed on top of me again, and fucked me for the second time. I didn’t cry that time. I just lay there and let him do it. I felt a pleasant feeling as his cum flooded into me, but I still did not want to have sex with my father. After filling me with his seed, he took my head and pulled it to his crotch. “Suck my cock clean. I don’t want to go to work with messy underwear.” I had never done it, and didn’t want to, but Dad used his thumb and forefinger on either side of my jaw to squeeze till I opened my mouth.

His prick entered my mouth. “Lock your lips around it and suck.” I did as he said. He used his hands to pull my head up and down on his half hard shaft. “If I didn’t have to go to work, I would keep you doing that till I came again, but I have to go to work. That will have to wait for another time.” He dressed and left. Having his cock in my mouth wasn’t as gross as I expected.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. Then I came back and changed the sheets. I just sat around the house all day, thinking about how my life had just changed. I cried again, at one point.

Nick called and wanted to come over. I told him sure. Right then I needed someone who would cuddle and care for me, but that day, he was especially horny and was just looking for a quick piece of ass. I let him fuck me. His smaller cock did not physically feel as good as my father’s bigger one, and I am sure I didn’t react the same way as I usually did when I had sex with Nick. After we finished, he said he had something else he had to do, and he promptly left. I changed the sheets again.

For the next week, Dad fucked me every morning and every night. After each time, Dad had me suck him clean. One night he had me suck him long enough that he got hard again. He fucked me again and I cleaned him again. Nick also fucked me twice that week. My pussy was getting tender from all the action it was getting. I finally got a day off, whit no cocks in me.

I was getting used to my new position. I actually sucked Dad off while he was watching a football game, without him telling me to. Dad’s cock felt so much better than Nick’s that after a couple more times with him, I told him that I did not want to be his girlfriend anymore. He begged me to let him fuck me one last time, but I said no.

That night I decided that I would fully accept my father’s sexual advances and enjoy them. That night I jumped on top of him and rode him cowgirl. Then I sucked him till he was hard again and let him take me doggy style. That was his favorite. Finally, I cuddled up to hem and hugged him tight as we fell asleep.

I no longer thought of him so much as my father. Now he was my lover, and we sexually pleased each other as often as one or the other of us was in the mood. Our relationship had grown very close. Now I called him Roger some of the time, rather than always calling him Dad or Daddy.

One night, he had invited Jim over to watch a game. I was in the other room. Dad called me and I went to see what he wanted. He was sitting in the recliner and Jim was on the couch. He was about five years younger than Dad. I had known Jim as long as I could remember. “Amber, Jim broke up with his girlfriend a couple of weeks ago. He is feeling sad and horny. Why don’t you go over on the couch and help him feel better?”

“Are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?”

“I’m suggesting that you help him get over Susan. Take him to our bedroom and help him forget her.”

I was shocked, but I felt myself getting wet. If my father wanted me to fuck another man, why not. Jim was very good looking and nice.

I sat next to him and cuddled up. I kissed him on the cheek and put my hand on his pants and felt his package. “Jim, I’d love to show you that there are other women that would like to be with you. Will you go to bed with me?”

Jim kissed me on the mouth. Our mouths were open, and our tongues danced with each other. Then I stood up and took his hand. He stood with me, and we walked to the bedroom.

We stood next to the bed. I removed his shirt and sucked on his nipples. Jim had a very hairy chest. Next I dropped to my knees and pulled his pants down to the floor. His cock sprang out and hit my nose. I giggled and captured it in my mouth. I blew him for a couple minutes. Then I got up and sexily removed my clothes.

I jumped up on the bed. Jim was right behind me. He quickly got between my legs, and I pulled my legs up till my knees were about by the sided of my head. He pushed into my fuck tunnel. He was full depth in no time. His pubic bone was pounding against my clit and his balls were slapping against my ass. I saw Roger (Dad) standing in the doorway watching another man fuck me. When our eyes met, he blew me a kiss.

Jim knew all the best angles to hit the important spots. He very quickly had me coming. He also had a lot of stamina. He fucked me for probably fifteen minutes before coming inside me. I went down and sucked him clean. He was still hard enough that he probably could have kept going till he got a full erection again, but he got off the bed and got dressed. I stood next to him, and he kissed me again. I looked him in the eyes, “I hope I helped you forget about her.”

“You sure did, Honey. She never fucked as good as you do.” He thanked Roger and left.

Over the next several weeks, Roger and I fucked about three times a week. But he also brought several more of his ‘friends’ to our house and had me let them fuck me. I knew some of them, but others I had never met.

One night Roger invited three of his friends over for a poker game. There was Jim, Rick and Phil. I knew them all and they all had fucked me before. Dad was down to just a few chips. “Let’s play one last ‘all-in’ hand. Winner takes all. Phil pointed out that Roger had much less to lose than the three of them did. “I have a solution for that. Let’s play the hand and if I lose, Amber will take all three of you on, at the same time.”

I had never been with more than one guy at a time. I looked at him and he smiled at me. The guys said that it sounded like his idea would easily cover the bet. Dad dealt. When the bet came around to him, he quickly folded and laid his cards face down on the table. (I looked at Dad’s cards after the night ended. Dad had a full house – aces and jacks) He had lost intentionally.

The guys got up, and quickly surrounded me. They had my clothes off in seconds and were grabbing at my tits and cunt. They didn’t take me to the bedroom. They put me on my hands and knees in the middle to the living room. For almost two hours, my cunt and mouth were repeatedly fucked by the three guys and my father. I had more cum in and on me that I ever imagined. I added my share of girl cum to the mess. Finally, it ended and the guys left. I had noticed that Dad had his video camera and had recorded the whole thing when he wasn’t fucking me, himself. I slept till one in the afternoon.

At school, I did a book report without reading the book, so I knew that I could not expect a passing grade. I made sure I got a B+ by giving my teacher a blowjob. What I didn’t realize was that once I did it one time, he would want more. He got what he wanted, many times.

The next guy that Roger brought home was a tall black guy, probably about thirty. I didn’t even know that Dad knew any black people. There was no beating around the bush. Dad came right out and said that this guy is here to fuck you and that I should take him to the bedroom and give him the best fuck of his life.

I was worried. I did not know any black people. All I knew were the stories about all black men being hung like a horse. I didn’t know if I could take a foot long cock that was as big around as the big end of a baseball bat. By now, I had been fucked by a dozen guys or more. I wasn’t counting. Why would I stop now. I took him to the bedroom.

When I got him out of his clothes, I was happy to see that he was about the same size as all the other cocks that had been fucking me. I relaxed and gave this guy as good as he gave me. I was entranced by watching his black cock going in and out of my shaved white cunt. I do remember thinking that I didn’t want my pills to fail that night. I didn’t want a baby, especially a black baby.

He fucked me, and I sucked him, for almost an hour. When he pulled out for the last time, I went down on him. While I was sucking his chocolate pole, I heard him say how great a fuck I was and how tight my cunt was. “I sure fuckin’ got my money’s worth from your cunt, Sweaty.”

“Got his money’s worth? What the fuck was he saying?”

When he was gone, I ran to my father, still naked as the day I was born, my tits bouncing and black man’s cum running down the insides of my legs. “What the fuck did that guy mean when he said that he got his money’s worth? Have you been selling my cunt?”

Dad just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “It would be a shame to let a great cunt like yours go to waste.” I ran to the bedroom and slammed the door.

About an hour later, I came out and stood back in front of Roger. I had put on a robe. “OK Mr. Pimp, what’s my pussy worth?”

“I’ve been getting $100.”

“Where’s my share? Why didn’t you tell me.” I thought about Dad’s job. He made an average wage for the time. He worked 40 hours a week and earned $350 a week before taxes were taken out.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t plan to give you any of it. You get room and board and clothes and my support whenever you need anything. I didn’t think it would be that wrong if I got a little something for all of that.”

“I’m your child. You are supposed to raise me. And now you get to fuck me any time you want. And, by the way, I think my pussy is worth more than $100.”

“If you want to earn more, you need to learn to do more. Never let a guy finish when he has only come once, unless that is his choice. Several guys have said that you gag so hard that they could not deepthroat you. You need to have multiple, hard orgasms, while telling the guy how great he is doing, even if you’re just convincingly faking it. Lastly you have never let anyone fuck your asshole. What would you do if the guy wanted to piss on you or in your mouth? Take care of those things and I can get more for your cunt. If you want to make big money, you have to give great service. It’s not enough just to be a little girl who will let an older man fuck her.” He hugged me and told me that he loved me. I did not remember him doing that since I was little.

That night, after we went to bed, he had me on my hands and knees as he worked his cock in my mouth. I was still pissed. I let him do it, but I wasn’t into it. Then he put both hands behind my head and pulled me hard to him, forcing his cock deep into my throat. I gagged but he didn’t stop. My nose was flattened against his body, deep in his pubic hair and his balls were pressed against my chin.

I gagged hard. I would have puked if my throat was not plugged by his dick. Rather than pulling right back out, he held himself in my throat. I started to panic. I couldn’t breathe. I tried to pull away, but he was holding me tight. I pushed on his thighs. That didn’t work. He was too strong. I pounded on his thighs. I thought I was going to pass out when he finally pulled out. I took a couple deep breaths before he filled my throat again. This time I did not gag quite as hard. Dad started fucking my throat and kept doing it till he came straight down into my stomach. By the time he finished, I was not gagging anymore. After he was done, my throat was so sore. I looked at him. “OK Slut, tell me how good it was and how much you liked it.”

“Fuck you!”

My training went on every day for a week before my father told me I was ready and brought home another trick.
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Part two will follow.
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