Verbal Defication

Paul Sheridan thought himself a decent man. He only drank a little, didnt smoke or do drugs, he was fair and kind to others. He was a single dad and had done his best to raise a daughter on his own. He was strict with her and demanded obedience without argument.

Two years ago his daughter's best friend Soraya, an absolutely stunning Pakistani girl, had been spending the night like girls do. He was watching TV when Soraya had suddenly appeared in the living room wearing the flimsiest of nightgowns and a thong. Paul watched her come in the room and before he could say anything she had rushed to the couch and straddled his lap like a brazen whore.

"sssshhhh dont wake Wendy..." she said in a whisper as her dark eyes gazed at him.

He put his hands on her waist and lifted her petite frame off his lap and dropped her on the couch to stand up. "Soraya! What do you think you're doing?" He said.

Soraya slipped off the couch and knelt at his feet looking up. She had been calling him Daddy Paul for years, since he had known this girl for most of her life. "Daddy Paul, I want you! I want you to fuck me...all the boys I've dated are all hands and..I want a real man. I want you. I've always wanted you!"

Paul could see hard dark nipples pressing against flimsy fabric.  She was excited to be sure.

"Soraya, I'm flattered and honored...but you're sixteen! You've always wanted me? You are a beautiful beautiful young woman but I need you to go back to bed. If you still feel this way in a couple years we can discuss it then."

She pouted and said, "Yes Sir. One kiss?" She said hopefully.

"Go. To. Bed." He told her and she hurried away. Paul intentionally did not watch her go. He didnt need to see that young perfect ass all but naked.

Since then her parents had become devout muslims and forced her wear a hijab. Her successful father was talking about moving back to Pakistan and was even planning to arrange a marriage for Soraya to the son of a wealthy business man there.

Wendy was visiting her grandparents for the week and Soraya was clinging to Paul, weeping that she didnt want any of this but neither did she want to be disowned by her father, which is what he promised would happen.

"Daddy Paul, two years ago you said we could discuss "it". I'm eighteen now." She raised her eyes to his, puffy and red from her tears. "I'm still a virgin," she whispered. "I want you to take it. I dont want some strange man I dont even know, have never met to be the one to have me for the first time!"

He looked into her eyes and said nothing, but his manhood began to grow.

"I...I can be your good girl. Paki women do as their told as a general rule. I've watched my mother do as she's told my whole life. Please...Daddy...fuck me...Wendy wont need to know. My parents dont even know she's gone." She put her hand between them and began to stroke his swelling flesh through his shorts. "You can do whatever you want to me..." she kissed his chest through his shirt and he put trembling hands on her shoulders. "Muslim men are cruel Daddy, not so much here, but in Pakistan, places where Sharia law is followed, women are beaten all the time. You could beat me if you want...teach me how to take it. Choke me...rape me..I can take it from you Daddy because I love you!"

The more she talked the harder Paul grew and his resolve slipped away. He pressed the beautiful girl down to her knees and released his swollen cock before her. She took it in her hands and began to kiss and lick its turgid length. He took his phone out of his back pocket and dialed Soraya's father and held her gaze as he spoke.

"Barzan, hi, its Paul Sheridan. Oh I'm well and you? Good good. Listen, I just got word that my time share came available down in Florida, and Wendy is begging me to bring Soraya so she wont be so bored, you know how teenaged girls are, so I'm asking you if it would be ok?"

His cock leaped in Soraya's grip as she wrapped her lips around his crown and sucked him into her mouth.

"Of course, of course, that's fine yes, I'll let Soraya know and send her home to pack. Thanks Barzan. Bye."

He dropped his phone on the nearby couch and held Soraya's face in his hands as he pressed his cock to the back of her throat and she gagged on it, her eyes watering all over again. "He gave his consent. Which means of course we are both lying to your father," he shoved his cock deep again. "And neither of us will be leaving this house all week."

He pulled free of her lips and she gasped for breath. "Thank you, Daddy!"

Paul fucked her face and throat with deep strokes and the girl struggled not to gag and choke. He pulled back so that he wasn't making her gag so much and stroked along her tongue back and forth until with a lurch and a groan he was cumming in her mouth, her eyes never left his and she gulped and gulped again to swallow it all down. Paul banished the images of her as the little girl he had watched grow up and saw the nubile, wanton young woman below him.

"Go home and pack a bag. The door will be unlocked so just come in when you get back."

"Ok Daddy! Thank you!"

An hour later she was back and naked in his bedroom, standing before him as he walked around her slowly, drinking in the sight of her. "You're certain this is what you want" he said. "Its not too late to stop. I am going to use you, Soraya. I will take your virginity, and I will be gentle for that, but afterwards I am going to FUCK you, do you understand? There will be no lovemaking this week. Only me, using you to sate my base desires." His hands trailed along her high perfect breasts, full and pert with thick nipples and dark areolas. He could see the chill bumps on her skin, her nipples hard under his touch."

She drew in a shuddering breath. "Yes Daddy..." she whispered. "Rape my virginity away from me, I dont care...only that it's you taking it!"

Paul unwound her hijab and tossed it on the nightstand, then reached into her silky black hair, fingers curling tightly and he pulled her onto the bed, putting her on her back. Her eyes followed him and were already showing her lust. "Yes Daddy!" She moaned. She wrapped her legs around his hips but he gripped her ankles and spread her wide before him. 

"I want to watch your pussy take my cock. Guide it in little girl!"

She did as he told her, finding her entrance with his cock. He pressed forward watching her dark lips stretch around his flesh. He felt her tight, hot walls surround him and she was already so wet with anticipation. He suddenly thrust forward with all his strength, tearing through her hymen and slamming against her cervix is one cruel stroke.

Her eyes went wide with the sudden pain of the invasion and she drew in a breath but he covered her mouth with his and swallowed the scream with a kiss, letting her legs go he held her face in his hands.

She kissed him back then, panting into his mouth and wrapped her legs around him again. His hands went from her face to her hair again. He gripped tightly there and drew her head back. He pressed his lips to the side of her neck and could feel her pounding pulse there as he started to hammer his cock into her again and again, his tongue working along the throbbing artery so close to the surface. She cried out from the pull to her hair and was moaning with every thrust. 

Paul let his demons rage, years of frustration from wanting this exotic dark haired beauty had him pounding her fiercely, with reckless animalistic lust.

He felt his end suddenly near and he yanked suddenly out of her tight deflowered pussy and drew her unresisting mouth to his cock just as he began to release his seed. For the second time that day she swallowed his offering as she looked in his eyes. Her tongue bathed his cock, lapping slowly up and down then lower she took each of his tight testicles into her mouth sucking hard. He gasped, "not so hard! Gently, tenderly, show that you love a man's balls, that you are greatful for the cum that they make."

"Oh I am grateful Daddy!" She said in a husky voice. "I've wanted to taste your cum for so long!" She kept licking and sucking his balls and then her tongue was searching farther...deeper.

"I've heard girls talk about licking their boyfriends asshole...can I?" She asked innocently.

"Sluts lick asses. Sluts and fuck toys and whores. Is that what you are Soraya?"

"For you Daddy, yes! I'm your slut whore fucktoy!" She ran her pink tongue across her lips. It was an unconscious act but, given the conversation, the sexiest thing Paul had ever seen.

Paul laid down on his back and opened his thighs, drawing up his knees. "Then eat my asshole fucktoy!" He growled at her.

He looked down between his legs and watched her face disappear and felt her tongue against his asshole. She was tireless and moaning against him, trying to press her tongue inside him. Then she was dragging her flat to gue over his balls and up the length of his shaft. She met his eyes and smiled a lustful smile.

"I like it Daddy." She whispered.

He asked her why and she thought a moment. "Because its dirty. Because like you said, sluts and whores and fucktoys do it. I've been a good girl, and now I'm bad and I like it. I like being bad." She giggled and went back to licking and tongue fucking his asshole until he was hard again.

"Get up here and ride my cock slut!" Paul told her thickly. She was moving instantly and she sank him deep inside her hot tight walls again in spite of the soreness deep inside her. She had her hands on his chest as she started to grind. He pinched her dark nipples and she moaned.

"You like that, whore? When I hurt your nipple like that?"

"Yes Daddy!" Her eyes were wide.

He slapped her perfect breast and she gasped again. "Why do I like it? It stings and hurts but...oh god..please do it again!"

He slapped both of her breasts again and again as she bounced on his cock and moaned above him. He felt her thighs beginning to quiver and his fingers wrapped around her throat.

"Are you going to cum, slut?"

"I...think...so!" She gasped looking at him.

He squeezed a little tighter, cutting off blood to her brain and she nodded..whispered yes and began to  climax. He watched the muscles in her flat belly quivering, felt her thighs trembling and her hips lurched erratically. Her fingers dug into his bare chest as she screamed and he released his grip.

The next morning he took her ass. He was gentle and took his time. She loved every minute. He took her ass four times that day, completely ignoring her pussy and she came the last time without even touching her clit.

The third day she spent entirely in bondage. He bound her arms behind her back and made her kneel by his chair as he channel surfed. He took her by the hair and pushed her face onto his cock, fucking her throat by shoving her face down hard and fast. She gagged and retched and heaved. He didnt stop. He came down her throat then took her back to the bedroom and releasing her arms he spread her legs and told her to reach between them and grip her ankles, keeping her thighs wide with her elbows. When she did he bound her wrists to her ankles. Not for the first time he noticed she had exquisitely formed feet. Her toes were long and straight, her arch was high and her ankles delicate. He stroked his growing cock along her arch, the soft skin there bringing him nearly back to full hardness.

He lowered his head and feasted on her wet flower. She was moaning and gasping and begging him to fuck her. His tongue burrowed between her dark lips as he drank her delicious juices. He had her trembling and gasping but did not push her over the edge. He grabbed a belt from his closet and used the last 8 inches to torture her thighs. She was crying out as he strapped her inner thighs back and forth and used it on her clit at the end. She nearly leaped off the bed crying out and sobbing.

He rolled and lifted her onto her knees still bound, her cheek pressed to the mattress. She drove his cock deep into her pussy and fucked her like a man possessed. Doubling the belt over in his hands, he beat her ass with it as he fucked her. She screamed with each stroke and moaned with every thrust. In the end she was cumming while the belt lashed her ass. He pulled out of her pussy and pressed into her asshole, feeling her ring gripping him, spasming around him as he started to thrust and she was cumming again by the time he erupted inside her tight dark passage. He untied her and collapsed next to her. The insatiable girl fell on his cock, wrapped her lips around it and took him deep and slow into her mouth, then pulled off, letting her lips drag along every inch gripping him tightly. He was shuddering and gasping as she did, as he was still hyper sensitive.

"That's ass to mouth, Soraya..you just sucked your shit off my cock you filthy slut!"

"I didnt taste shit, only your cum, Daddy." She said pouting. "My ass cheeks are still so sore!" She reached back and rubbed them tenderly. 

"Good! You're such a filthy whore you needed a good beating!"

She looked at him with big dark eyes and slowly, enticingly, teasingly ran her pink tongue up the length of his manhood. "You really think I'm a filthy whore, Daddy?" She licked him again long and slow. "But am I a good filthy whore?" Another lick. "A good fuck toy?" Another lick as he gasped. "Am I a good little cock sucking, cum swallowing, Muslim cock slave for you Daddy?" She looked up at him, and if it hadn't been for the cock at her lips, she would have been the picture of innocence. "I just want to be a good Paki cunt for you Daddy" she pouted.

He threw her on her back and fucked her with all his might dropping his full weight onto her as she screamed out, "yes Daddy! Fuck your Paki cunt! Fuck your Muslim cock slave! Your filthy whore!"

His thrusts into the slender girl were almost vicious and out of control. He almost forgot to pull out, and at the last second he pulled free. The intensity had his cum launching through the air, all the way up her body and hitting her face and tits. She gasped and grinned. She grabbed the hijab, left on the nightstand  and wiped his cum off her face and ground it against her cunt.

"I'll hide it and never wash it and think of you Daddy when I pull it out and smell your cum on it and how wet you made my fuck hole."

By the end of the week, Paul had fucked Soraya in every way he could think of, had cum on her hijab every day and they were both so sore they found it difficult to walk. She told her parents she was sore from riding bikes everywhere they went at the timeshare.

Soraya's father discovered that the man whose son he wanted Soraya to marry had ties to ISIS and other terrorist organizations so broke off the engagement, and they stayed in America after all. She never stopped being Paul's fucktoy. They were diligent at keeping the secret, but always found a way for him to use her like the the cum starved slut she was for him,  even the night before her wedding years later, found her on her knees, happily cleaning his cock after a thorough ass fucking, and begging him to fu k her again. If there hadn't been 22 years between them she would have happily married Paul, but she figured being a part time fuck toy was good enough, and besides, he never asked her...just told her her.

"Good fuck toy."