Ever since she hit puberty she's been running around with rough older boys, doing drugs, having sex, committing petty crime and god knows what else. If I had a dollar for every time I had to pick her up at the local jail after she went on a wild under-aged drinking binge I'd be able to pay for her university. As it was, she wasn't going to university with her poor grades, and from her worse attitude, she didn't seem to care.
Amber was a beautiful girl; unfortunately she knew it. She had her mother's long, golden hair and despite all of the junk food she ate, always sported a tight little body. Her breasts were amazingly large for her size and even my wife, Marian, couldn't resist commenting on them now and then.
Of course we talked to our daughter about her loose behavior and the drug abuse, but she always ran away to some dealer's house whenever we confronted her about it. . We didn't want to turn our little girl in on a felony charge, but we didn't know what to do, or where to turn anymore. My wife had even developed an anxiety disorder from the constant worrying and my oldest daughter, Sarah, who had gone to college the previous year, wanted nothing more to do with her once precious sister.
When Amber started dating, she would bring home her boyfriends. But when we objected to literally every day-glow sporting, drugged-out club-kid she brought into the house, Amber began lying about where she was going during her nights out and often used other girls at school as easy alibis.
Although I had talked to several therapists about Amber's self-destructive behavior, it was impossible to get her to go to treatment.
I honestly had no idea where Amber's rage came from.
As far as I knew, she hadn't been abused, certainly not by us, and not by her other relatives. She was simply the victim of running with the wrong crowd. While her sister was always interested in science, Amber seemed only interested in physical sensations and pleasure. It was like her body craved stimulation in a way I didn't understand.
It was sad to watch my little girl deteriorate into a life of drugs and crime, but what could I do? I secretly hoped that the problem would solve itself, but deep down I knew that no problem ever solved itself without outside effort.
Since her 18th birthday, Amber's drug abuse became so severe that we had to throw her out of the house. We figured she'd come to her senses, get off the meth or whatever drug she was on that week, and come home, but instead, she vanished for two entire months without contacting us once. It was the first time I accepted she might have died.
We kept her room for her, in the faint hope she might come back, and when she finally did it was to pick up some stuff and ask for money, which we gave her.
Now, the only time we heard from her was once a week, when she came around the house begging for money or food. Though we felt we were enabling her, at least we knew she was alive.
One Saturday afternoon I was home reading the weekend paper on the couch when I heard the doorbell ring. I answered it to find my neighbor, BIll Skinner standing on the doorstep.
"Hi Mike. How are you?"
"Not bad," I said. "Just finished cutting the grass and now I'm reading the paper. What's up?"
"I've got some pretty bad news."
"It's about Amber isn't it?" I replied, instinctively.
"Well," Bill continued, "You know my office is at 10th and King Edward right?"
He was speaking about a place everyone in town knows is a prostitute low track. Girls would hang out on that corner and get picked up by johns.
Bill looked pained as he spoke: "See, I had some extra work to finish up last night and I think I saw Amber out... you know... soliciting."
My heart dropped to my stomach. "You're kidding right? It must have been someone else. Not my little girl, please God."
"I'm sorry," Bill said. "I won't tell anyone, not even my wife, but she looked real bad, Mike. She looked like she was on drugs and had a hard time standing up on her own. I was going to get her, but she was with three big black dudes who looked like they had plans for her."
I didn't know what to say. "Thanks for telling me, Bill. "This is a really horrible situation and it looks like my daughter has hit rock bottom."
"You've got to have her arrested Mike." Bill said. "She's completely out of control. Please do it, for her own safety."
I nodded. "I will. I'll do something"
Bill gave me a pat on the shoulder. "Good luck Mike. I know this is the worst news a father could get."
After he left, I went down to the basement to find Marian doing laundry.
"Hi honey," I told her, "You know, things have been pretty stressful around here lately and I think it would be good for you to fly out to your sisters a week early. I'm sure they won't mind if you stay at the beach house for an extra seven days. They're hardly there this time of year anyway."
Marian looked up from the towels she was folding over the dryer. "But you're so busy at work! Who's going to mind the household? Plus, isn't Katie coming home at the end of the month for her birthday? Who's going to plan the party?"
"Nevermind that. Katie will probably just want to party with her friends anyway. I'm sure she'd be just as happy if we got her a cake, gave her some presents and sent her on her way."
"Maybe... but..." Marian's face darkened. "I can't go with Amber running around."
"Yes you can. I'll take care of her."
"But what if something happens? What if... What if she overdoses? What if she dies in the hospital when I'm not here?"
"Honey, you can't live your life in fear. I know your sisters would love to see you and I think you need a couple of weeks of sunshine. You're looking too pale these days."
"Thanks honey." My wife said, giving me a big hug. "When am I leaving?"
"In two hours." I said, having just completed the transaction with my Gold Card over the telephone. "I got the tickets for dirt cheap off of a stand-by line."
It may have been the most spontaneous thing my wife ever did, but in less than half an hour, she had packed her luggage and got into an airport cab. I felt bad about the lying to her about the tickets. The reality was, I paid for her return ticket to Florida at premium, last minute prices. She might as well have been flying to Mozambique for the cash I paid.
The important thing was that she was gone. I couldn't believe how well the first part of my plan fell into place.
Now Amber.
I guessed Amber would probably drop by around supper time for food and money, but being an addict she obviously wasn't one hundred percent reliable. I knew I had to act fast.
Thinking about my next move I picked up my phone and called Dave, a buddy I knew from the local gym.Dave was a real meat head. Though I worked as an accountant and body building was my hobby, it was Dave's life. I was a pretty big guy, but Dave was completely maxed out and had the ripped body to prove it. At 6'4, 240 pounds he was definitely no push over.
"Hey Dave, what's going on?" I asked when he finally answered.
"Not too much man."
"Are you still off training? " I heard he had torn a ligament a few weeks ago.
"Yeah, I'm going to be down for the rest of the month. It's nothing serious, but I can't lift more than one hundred and fifty pounds right now."
"Well, I was wondering if you could help me out. It's my daughter Amber. Remember how I told you she had a drug problem? Well, she's really running wild now and I need you and a couple of guys to come down here and help me get her under control."
"Cool. Who should I bring?"
"Bring two other guys from the gym, the only thing is that, you're going to have to be with her for five to six days, is that cool?"
"You want me to baby-sit her?"
"Something like that. I actually want you to do something special for me..."
I filled him in on the rest of the details. He seemed eager to help.
The afternoon flew as I completed two other tasks; packing a suitcase and configuring Sarah's old laptap in Amber's room.
When I finished, I mulled around the living room for the rest of the afternoon thinking about what I would say to my little girl when she came around. Finally, at about seven thirty she knocked on the door with a weak, nervous tap that always announced her arrival.
I opened the door and was saddened to see that Bill was right. Amber was a complete disaster. She was wearing flip flops, a mini-skirt that barely covered her ass and a pink cut-off top with 69 printed on it in blocky letters. Her hair was tangled and she was so skinny, I could see her knees popping out of her skin. She had track marks on her arms too. She had obviously gotten into heroin.
"Where's the bitch?" She asked as she pushed past me in the doorway.
"Your mother is in Florida with her sisters."
Amber went directly into the kitchen.
She pulled out a plastic bag out from under the sink and began filling it with food stuffs from our cupboards. "Oh, I love these!" She said, taking an unopened box of granola bars and dumping them into her bag.
"Why don't you come home and live with us again?" I asked her. "We miss you."
"Can I smoke meth daddy?" She asked, sweetly.
I couldn't answer. My wife would never allow that.
She gave me a sarcastic look. "Whatever, dumbass."
I could tell she was speeding on meth now as she pulled more boxes from the shelves. "Oh and daddy, I just wanted to let you know that I'm stripping now, so, I'm making a lot of money doing lap dances and won't have to bother you for groceries anymore."
I knew she was lying. No legitimate strip club in the city, if not the world, would hire my daughter in her condition. I asked her if she wanted a drink.
"No daddy." She replied. "I don't drink soda pop anymore. Just cum!" She was really trying to get a rise out of me.
"I'll make you a triple-gin martini." I said.
"Really daddy?" Her interest was piqued.
"Yes. All you have to do is come and talk to me in the living room."
She complied and I made her a really strong martini. Meth addict or no meth addict, there was enough gin in her drink to kill a five Victorians.
Pouring out the liquor into two martini glasses, I brought them to where she was sitting on the sofa. "I'm just going to drink this quick daddy then I've got to go. I've got to start dancing at 8."
She took a sip of her martini and then, to my surprise, swallowed two more giant gulps.
"Wow, daddy," She smirked, "That's really strong. Are you trying to get me drunk?"
I steeled myself. "I know you're prostituting."
She almost choked. "No!"
"A good friend said he saw you selling yourself on King Edward. He was going to get you but he said there were some strange guys crowding you."
"That's a fucking lie!" She screamed in protest.
"You know what Amber? If you came to me and said, you'd like to be an escort, or a porn star, or whatever you wanted, I would've thought 'damn, too bad my little girl robbed herself of a full life, but it's her choice'. However, to hear about you selling yourself on the street for twenty, thirty dollar bags of meth is so low, even for you, that all bets are off now."
"So what daddy? I got fucked by six guys yesterday and it felt great! I love it when they fuck me. You're just jealous 'cause mom is a fuckin' prude. That's why you cheated on her right? Because she wasn't riding your cock hard enough?"
"Typical spoiled poor little rich girl aren't you? Well, your sister is sick of it, your mother is sick of it and I'm sick of it. That affair happened years ago and is ancient history. What have I ever done to you?"
She looked at me wide eyed. I thought I was getting through to her when she stood up.
"This is fuckin' nuts." She said, "You're a fuckin' asshole and you know what? I'll never forgive you for being a cheating liar and you know what else? I know you never loved me, so fuck off. Sorry I wasn't fuckin' perfect for you, but I guess that's how life goes. You don't like that I slut around? You don't like the fact that old men pay to put their dicks in my mouth so I can get high? Well, you can go to fuckin' HELL!"
She screamed the last word as loud as she could. Her shriek shook the house. She turned, but my voice stopped her from leaving: "Take off your clothes."
At first she didn't respond. "What?"
"Strip Amber."
"No. That's fuckin' disgusting. Go fuck mom you fuckin' pervert."
"You strut around like you're the only person on this planet who fucks? Well guess how you got here? I know you think it's cool to pretend you're edgy and hip and run around like a fuckin' refugee from a Snoop video but, forgot that now, because you're in deep fuckin' trouble."
She was shocked. Although everything that came out of her mouth was a veritable avalanche of obscenity, she seemed blown away that I might swear in her presence.
"Now take your fucking clothes off, slut."
For the first time in her young life Amber was speechless.
"I'm not just a man of words Amber, I'm also a man of actions and while I've never touched you or your sister in anger that changes in about five minutes if you don't hand over that slut outfit of yours folded up nicely."
Amber started to back up. I could tell she was trying to figure out how to run for the door. She quickly realized that in order to do that, she would have to get past me and her wiry, 90 pound frame was no match for my hundred pounds of nitrogen supplemented, body-built muscle. I might be forty-five, but I could kill most 25 year olds with my bare hands.
"Make a move bitch." I told her. "Just try to get out of this room and feel what it's like to have your legs broken."
"Why are you doing this?" She pleaded. "Daddy, please! This is fucked up, even for me!"
"Fifteen minutes ago you were bragging about giving lap dances and six guy gangbangs and how you're an awesome fuck. Something's changed now?"
Amber's eyes lowered and she bit her lip.
"Don't even think about crying." I ordered her. "You give me that slut outfit NOW!!!"
Amber began to strip out of her clothes awkwardly. She was in her bra and panties as she handed over her skirt and top unfolded. I threw them in her face.
"I told you to fold them up nicely! You really don't listen do you? Well, you're going to be set straight you little tramp."
She bent over and collected the garments. She sobbed as she did her best to fold them lengthwise. It was a good enough job.
I took the clothes from her. "These are getting burned. Now give me your bra and panties."
She looked at me like I was crazy, which wasn't a bad diagnosis.
"Now Amber!!!"
She froze on the spot.
"You like dangerous sex, don't you honey? Well, this is the most dangerous you're ever going to get. Now give me those bra and panties."
"No."
"So you still think you have some dignity huh? What are those yellow stains in your panties? Is that why you' itch between your legs all day?"
She turned red with humiliation." This is disgusting."
"More disgusting than the old men you sell yourself to?"
"You're going to rape me aren't you?" She asked, trying to provoke a reaction.
"No, I'm not." I said. "But there are three guys who are on their way to meet you. So why don't you get comfortable until they arrive?"
"What, what do you mean daddy?"
"I'll show you what I mean," I said, taking my cell phone from my shirt pocket.
I speed dialed Dave back. "Hey Dave, yeah, she's here. Yeah. Oh you found two buddies? Perfect. Anytime."
I hung up and looked at Amber. "Hand over your bra and panties." My voice told her I wouldn't be asking a third time.
She moved her hands behind her back and unclipped her bra. It came off her chest and for the first time, I was able to admire how gorgeous her tits really were. I loved her perky nipples too. There was a black bruise on her right tit where someone gave her a hickey.
I watched as she slipped down her panties revealing a shaved pussy.
"Wow, you shave too? Looks cute."
"My pimp makes me." She said. "He's gonna be mad that I'm not coming to work tonight. He's knows where I live. He's going to come looking for me."
"And it will be the worst mistake he ever made." I told her as she handed over her undergarment.
I inspected her filthy panties in my hand. It looked like she had worn them for a month. Poor girl.
She covered her breasts with one hand and her pussy with the other. "Please dad!" She pleaded as the doorbell rang.
"Too late honey. Go answer the doorbell."
"Let this?" She gasped.
"Yep. It shouldn't be a problem for a whore like you, should it?"
She blushed. "Fine daddy! You want me to be a whore, I will!" She filled herself with false bravery, went to the front door and opened it.
The trio brought my little girl into the living room as I finished my martini. "Hey Dave. Thanks for coming down. What do you think of my little girl?"
"She's even more beautiful than the picture you showed me at the gym," Dave said. "She's a lovely little flower. Too bad about the track marks on her arms or she'd be rocking' an eight."
Dave was standing beside two guys as muscular as him.
The one he introduced as Rocco had a strong Italian look, with curly black hair and a Roman nose. The other guy was a big black dude they called 'House', probably because his towering frame was built like one.
Amber dropped her eyes to the floor.
"Is her pussy diseased?" House asked. "Cause you never know when it comes to hoes!"
We laughed.
"No." Amber mumbled. "My pimp tests me every Friday and I'm clean. I promise."
"Show us that pussy." Rocco said. "I want to see if it's fresh."
Amber blushed.
"Turn around and bend over like the man asked!" I told her sharply.
Hesitating, Amber turned around and did so. Rocco spread her pussy wide with his powerful hands. There were no marks or lesions on her pussy, but he commented that it stank really bad.
"When was the last time you showered bitch?" He asked her.
"Yesterday." She answered, her head hanging between her legs.
"Yesterday, SIR!" Rocco warned as he spit on her twat.
"Yes Sir. Yesterday, Sir."
It was nice to see my daughter was finally learning some discipline.
"My buddy House here is going to take you to have a shower and he's going to watch and help you get washed, ok?" Dave said.
"Ok Sir."
"Then we're gonna take you to the walk in clinic as you're going to get tested. A friend of mine down there can process your results right away. He might even come over and watch the fun."
House got Amber on her feet and hustled her into the bathroom as. she told him the way.
I looked at Dave. "Thanks a lot. You can't believe what a nightmare the last seven years has been with her."
Dave nodded. "Some girls just have to learn the hard way man."
I was glad he understood.
"I'm going to join my wife in Florida." I said, handing him my spare set of house keys. "You can have anything you want in the fridge, watch the TV, whatever you need, Just please make sure you keep her good and locked up in her room while I'm away. There's also a pair on hand cuffs in the drawer beside my bed and some toys you can use. If she tries to run away when you take her to the bathroom, show her the two buckets I left her room and tell her she can use those."
"Don't worry man. We'll keep her good and safe."
"Also, don't hurt her too bad. She's really just a gentle girl at heart, you know?"
Dave smiled. "No worries man."
"Anyway, I'm going to pack up now. My wife is going to be gone for two weeks, but I'll be back in five days." I figured I wouldn't mind some sunshine myself.
"You don't want to stick around?"
"Well, Sarah, my eldest daughter left her old laptop here when she went to school. It's got a built in web cam and I set it up in Amber's room this afternoon while I was waiting for her. I'll keep an eye on things online. My server is heavily fire-walled so the images won't be hacked."
Dave was cool with that.
"I'll also give you a grand for your time."
"No worries man. I'd do it for free but that grand helps."
I picked up my packed bags and was in a cab before Amber was out of the shower. I didn't even bother saying goodbye. After having never shown me any courtesy or respect over the years, why did I owe her any?
I flew into St. Augustine's a few hours later and surprised my wife at her sisters' beach house. It was a lovely open concept bungalow that overlooked the swelling Atlantic whose azure waves floated in from the horizon.
The weather was much nicer here than it was in Illinois.
For the next five days, my wife and I relaxed by the beach and enjoyed more than a few romantic soirees. We walked along the dunes holding hands, drank champagne on the veranda and enjoyed candlelight dinners every evening.
Occasionally I would excuse myself to check the web-cam from my laptop. Although the feed was very, very choppy and without sound, I could tell Amber was really getting a hard fucking from the guys.
In every image I received, her pussy, mouth or ass was being filled with cock. I grabbed a couple of images off the feed for my collection and jerked off to them several times when my wife took one of her little naps.
By Thursday, I noticed that there were a couple of new guys, but I couldn't tell who they were, because they wore balaclavas.
When the five days I pledged to spend with my wife came to a conclusion, I gave her a kiss and wished her a great rest of the vacation. She wanted me to stay, but I told her I had to get back to the office and that it was a miracle to have even been able to spend this time with her.
Marian's physical transformation during her time away from the house was amazing. While she always seemed pale with heavy bags under her eyes, her cheeks were now flushed with color and even some of the despair had vanished, blown away in the salty breeze.
"Maybe you should stay here for the whole month." I advised as I was about to head back to the airport. "It's done you a world of wonders being down here and I can't help but think you should turn these two weeks into a little mini-retreat. You hardly see your sisters anyway."
Immediately her face tensed. "I've come to a realization, Ted."
"What's that?"
"We gave Amber life, but we can't give up our lives for Amber." She stared to cry when she said our daughter's name. "You know it's sad. But I don't miss her. I actually feel good being physically away from her. I feel guilty, but if she wants to keep her lifestyle going then, it's her business and there's nothing we can do about it."
I shook my head. "We can't just turn away from Amber. We can't just ignore her because she's going through a tough time. I want you to stay for the rest of the month. Call me when you want to come back. Believe me, I can handle it."
"I just..." She sobbed. "I just don't know what to do."
"I'm sure it will all work out. Wherever Amber is, I know she's safe."
I gave Marian a big hug. She felt so tense in my arms. Just this one conversation about Amber had instantly turned her back to the person she was at the beginning of the week.
After my airplane touched down at Metropolitan Airport, I went directly back to my house. I entered to find Dave naked on the couch, watching television. I was going to give him hell, but noticed he put a blanket down to protect the upholstery from his ass.
"Hey Dave."
"Oh," Dave said, a beer in his hand and his cock in the other, "Good to see you. You look like you got a tan!"
"I saw a lot of sunshine down there." I replied. "Where's Amber?"
Dave put his finger over his lips in a shush gesture. "Can you hear her?"
I listened, and through the silence heard Amber's faint cries. As there was no sound on the web cam, this was the first time I heard my daughter's sexual exaltations.
"She's getting fucked by Rocco and Tan." Dave said.
"Who's Tan?"
"A Vietnamese dude we know from the gym. He's cool."
"Is he the one wearing the balaclava in the web cam?"
"Well," Dave admitted, "Rocco and House both have full time jobs so I had to rotate them. Your daughter is a real handful."
"No kidding."
"She even went into withdrawal for two days straight."
"That must have been awful." I said.
"Well, we just kept her occupied with cock. You'd be amazed how a nice dick in the mouth takes a girl's attention off the tremors! She was suckling House's big black dick like it was a nipple."
I went to the fridge for a beer.
"I must admit Mike," Dave said as I came back into the living room, "I did feel bad about some of the stuff that happened, I mean, your daughter can get crazy, but even when she was at her worst, I tried to be firm, but gentle. I never let more than three cocks go at her at once and to be honest, we only fucked her ass twice. Honest. I have to tell you though, she took it really well."
"Is that so?"
"Let's just say that she's definitely had a couple in there before."
"Well how many guys did you share her with altogether?"
Dave thought about it. "Probably ten or twelve, but they all wore masks and were strangers to her, so she won't be able to identify them." David smiled.
"What else happened when I was away?"
"We did let her use the toilet to twice a day and also used her as a toilet, giving her several golden showers. There was one thing that I feel really bad about though."
"What's that?" I asked, ready for anything.
"She was being really disrespectful on Tuesday, saying some pretty outrageous things I didn't like and just not being obedient at all."
"How did you deal with it?"
"I brought her to the bathroom and..." He blushed. "I shit on her while she was handcuffed in the tub."
"I think that was a little above and beyond the call of duty, don't you?"
Dave nodded. "I didn't feel good about it. I washed her off right after that and gave her a mineral bath, but I have to say, her personality really changed after that. I think she had a break-through. It was the first time she apologized for her behavior."
"OK, well, I trust your judgment. What else happened while I was gone?"
"Her pimp came around."
"No kidding."
"You're lucky your wife wasn't home. He was this crazy Eastern European guy in a blue tracksuit named Vlad. Anyway, he came over with a handgun and demanded to know where Amber was. House was here and got the jump on him and took his gun away. Then they put the guy in House's car. I stayed here to watch Amber, but Rocco said the pimp was begging them the whole way to let him go, saying the gun wasn't loaded and that he was really Amber's boyfriend and he just wanted to see her because he loved her and that he wanted to marry her and they had to talk."
"Then what?"
"Well, House and Rocco took the guy deep into the woods and made him strip. Then Rocco pistol whipped him before House put the guy's ankles on a rock and stomped them until they broke. Anyway, they just left him in the woods to crawl home."
"Sounds like I missed some drama." I smiled, thinking of the guy who pimped my daughter trying to crawl back to the city on his belly.
"Here's the fucked part, though." Dave said, leaning forward. "The next day there was an article in the newspaper about a corpse found in the woods. It had been ravished by wolves. They said the body was so badly mauled they couldn't even ID it. The body's hands were eaten and they never found the head."
"Think it's the same guy?" I asked.
"All I can say is that the last time I saw that dude, he was alive."
We laughed.
"That's awesome man." I smiled "Just fucking awesome."
Suddenly Tan and Rocco came out of my daughter's room. They were both naked. Tan took off his balaclava. He had a handsome, open face and his Asiatic features were delicate.
"Oh, hi, are you Mr. Tomkins?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied, shaking his hand. It was still a bit sticky from sex."How's my little girl doing?"
"Oh great. She's getting a little bit tired and sore, but she's resting now."
"Why don't you give her a try?" Rocco asked.
"I couldn't." I blushed. "She's my daughter."
"Don't worry," Dave said. "I'll blindfold and handcuff her behind the back. I can even guide you through the process. Here..."
Dave got me a cologne I never wore to cover my smell. "We don't want you smelling too much like daddy." He smiled. I applied the cologne and thanked him.
I waited as Dave prepared her.
When I entered the bedroom, I saw my little girl kneeling on the bed naked. She had a black leather sleeping mask over her eyes and as promised, her hands were hands cuffed behind her back.
I had to admit, the guys had kept her well fed and clean. Her tangled hair was completely brushed out, though I did notice some fairly severe red streaks marked across her ass cheeks. I would have to ask Dave about those.
Dave entered the room behind me. "Hi Amber, how are you?" He asked in a patronizing voice. "Did you have fun with Tan and Rocco?"
"Yes Sir." Amber said, speaking to the wall.
"I've got a new cock for you to try."
"Please...!" Amber cried, almost sobbing. "No more! I'll be a good girl! I promised!"
"Well, this is probably the last one you're going to get honey for a while, so enjoy it."
My daughter didn't answer. I took my clothes off and applied some more of the cologne around my cock.
"Amber, what did you learn over the last five days?" Dave asked.
"I learned that real love only exists between two people and giving yourself away for drug money is not cool."
"Good girl. And what else?"
"That my daddy loves me and wants me to respect myself."
I was so proud of what she was saying. I looked at Dave and smiled thankfully. He had done such a good job.
"It's time for your baby pill isn't it?"
"Yes Sir." Amber said. Dave took her birth control dispenser from the night stand.
"Let's let our guest feed it to you." He said, tossing me the blue plastic container.
"Open up." Dave said.
Amber obeyed.
I popped the tiny pill onto her outstretched tongue and she thanked me. I wasted no time getting behind her and, hoisting her linked wrists up by the chain, titled her forward, so that she rested on her cushiony boobs and her bottom was up in the air.
I could see now that her pussy and asshole was a bit red from the week's punishment, but not at all as bad as I expected. I put my hand over her pussy and massaged it gently. I could feel her getting wet.
She was ready as I pushed inside her. At first I wanted to fuck her hard, make her pay for all those sleepless nights Marian and I spent crying over her, but suddenly, I felt the urge to show my daughter what it meant to have her pussy made love to.
I gently slid into her warm vagina. I could feel my cock push past each and every fold of her accepting pussy. She moaned as I pulled out, only to slowly push myself back in, experiencing her young, tight hole again and again. She buried her face in a pillow as I thrust in and out of her now soaking vagina. Instead of slapping her bruised, broken ass, I softly rubbed it with my fleshy palm. She responded with a gentle groan.
As I continued to make love to my daughter, I could feel her pussy begin to tighten. "Oh yes!" She screamed. "Yes, that feels so good!"
I couldn't even groan.
Any murmur, no matter how slight could have given my identity away. I held back the grunts and moans and sent the energy to my cock, and by proximity, to Amber.
"Our guest is doing a good job isn't he Amber?" Dave asked.
"Yes! Yes!" Amber shouted into the pillow as her body began to jolt on my cock. Her pussy was really sucking my dick into her and she soon started to cum. I was nowhere near an orgasm so I continued to pump into her.
Soon Amber was having orgasm on orgasm while rocking herself back onto my cock. I motioned for Dave to throw me the lube and he did. I squeezed some out onto Amber's light pink anus and explored her rectum.
I could see what Dave was talking about. Amber's asshole completely relaxed as she felt my fingers grace the opening. She was definitely anally experienced.
Her ring had also heavily loosened from the multiple orgasms she was still quivering over.
I pushed into her anus with my lubed cock as she gasped loudly. I bit my lip as I pushed into her buttery bum.
"Now take it Amb." Dave said, "You've been doing great. This is your last fuck."
"Yes... Yes Sir" my daughter said as I began pounding her asshole open. I was not prepared to let her get away with a nice anal fucking. She had to learn that anal hurt and that she shouldn't be putting any cocks up there, let alone teach herself how to loosen her bowels at will. Still I had to say it was a nice massage for my cock.
Because her hands were still cuffed behind her back, she couldn't play with her pussy while I excavated her asshole. I took this into account as I continued to deeply penetrate her bottom for a full five minutes and not a second more.
I pulled out of her anus and grabbed the cuff links. Yanking Amber back into a kneeling position, Dave noticed her sleeping mask had been knocked slightly out of place. Dave immediately fixed it.
"You're not allowed to see your guest, right?"
"No Sir." She said to Dave.
"Why?"
"Because Sir, I have to show myself that a slut is just a hole to be used and if that's the life I want then that's all I'll be."
"Good girl. Now there's a cock waiting for your mouth. Open up."
Amber jaw opened wide. I wanted to caress her face, but I was afraid she would recognize my touch. Instead I pushed my cock into her waiting mouth.
I don't think she even understood that she was sucking my cock clean of her asshole juices and I didn't bring it to her attention. I was so close to coming. I looked down at my little bad girl sucking my big cock. She really was talented and someday I hoped she found a suitable husband to perform for.
I pulled out of her mouth and draped her face with my thick, sticky cum. I spurted at least six shots onto her face, moving from her forehead all the way to her chin. She even got a few mouthfuls.
Then I left the room, leaving my daughter, as I found her: Kneeling and blindfolded before Dave.
Tan and Rocco had left by the time I returned to the living room, so I cracked another beer. I sure needed one!
I watched whatever was on television as Dave came out of Amber's bedroom, fully dressed.
"Hey man," He said. "Thanks."
"No Dave. Thank you. My daughter was going crazy. I had to show her what crazy really meant."
"I think she's had enough cock for a while." Dave laughed.
I asked him if he wanted a beer but he said he had to get going. "Amber is sleeping and I think she's pretty tired. When's your wife coming home?"
"In a week." I said "Possibly a month. Amber and I are going to have a father daughter chat about all this and we'll see if your lessons stuck."
"If not, you know where we are."
I took out my wallet. "Here's your grand." I said, handing the cash over in hundred dollar bills.
Dave thanked me and left.
I cleaned up the house while Amber slept. The guys had made a bit of a mess. The kitchen sink was overflowing with dishes and there were sex toys and used condoms everywhere. I didn't know why there were condoms as I expected them to bareback her. I guess some guys won't fuck a prostitute without one even when they say they're clean.
Amber slept all through the rest of the day and all night. I was eating breakfast when she finally emerged from her room the next morning.
"Hey honey." I said, as she sat down.
"Hi Daddy." She said warmly.
"So, do you have anything to say for yourself? You certainly look well fed and rested."
"I am Daddy."
"So, what did you learn?"
"That I don't want to be a whore anymore daddy. From now on, I'm going to meet nice guys and not chase dudes just because I think they might have big cocks."
I looked at her sharply.
"Penises!" She said correcting herself. "The guys trained me not swear anymore Daddy."
"I'm so proud of you. I was terrified when we discovered you were selling yourself "
"I don't think we have to tell Mommy about all this, do we Daddy?"
I smiled. "Of course not. This is between you and me."
We embraced in a daddy-daughter hug.
"Did you have any orgasms as at all?" I asked her.
"Yes Daddy," She smirked. "Dave wouldn't let me finished the day until I climaxed at least ten times."
"Oh, that's good."
"Plus there was this one guy who did me right at the end."
My cock stirred. "Oh yeah?"
"Yes Daddy, he was fucking my pussy so well! I had the biggest cum of my life!"
"Really?"
"I mean the other guys were good, but there was something very special about the way the other guy touched me. So gently. That's how I like it from now on!"
I thought it would be good for us to get away after that. We both returned to Florida to spend time by the ocean as a family.
I phoned the firm and told them I would be taking six weeks off, but would finish any outstanding paperwork I needed to do from Florida. Surprisingly they had no issue with this and actually congratulated me for taking some time off for the first time in over a decade. Everything seemed perfect.
In St. Augustine, Amber continued to dry out from meth and within a few weeks she had stopped using all drugs. She spent her time on the beach, collecting seashells and listening to the ocean's call.
She even met a young man who lived in the beach house two lots down and he taught her how to surf. He said he was an English major at the local university. By the end of the summer they had gotten pretty serious.
Even Marian was amazed that to see the welcome change in her daughter's attitude. Amber had become so much more positive and far less self-destructive.
Over time, Amber had changed right back into the proper, dutiful young woman I always hoped to call my daughter. Her new boyfriend even encouraged her to finish school and get a degree like her sister.
I was so proud of my little girl and although I never touched Amber again, I'm happy that she's been able to be a part of our family.