Making Mindy Mine Part 2

“Ouch! Oh, fuck, daddy, that makes me so wet! Please, make come again! You can do whatever you want to me, just please, please make me come again!” She was pleading with me, begging me to do things to her that I’d never considered doing to anyone, let alone my own kid. We were in a new place, and the only rules we had were those that I now chose to follow.

It was an incredible feeling to have such mastery over her, and I clenched my teeth as I knelt behind her. Rubbing my still-wet cock over her cunt, I grabbed her hair and yanked back hard. “You’re damn right, I can. You want to be a slut? A fucking whore? Well then, you can be a fucking whore for me!”

Mindy trembled and an almost pathetic moan issued from her throat. Her body was quivering under me, but when she felt my erection press against her sopping pussy, she spread her thighs and angled her hips to meet my thrust.

“Uhh! Oh God, fuck me!” she gasped as I sank my cock deeply into her. Her pussy was very wet, but incredibly tight. In my lustful haze, I’d imagined her being loose and sloppy, but nothing could have been further from the truth. Her channel felt firm and gripped me in its wet embrace, clinging to my shaft as I withdrew. I could feel her pussy conforming to my shape, clasping and squeezing me even as I plunged viciously in, driving her hard into the couch.

Words were no longer possible between us, and only garbled moans issued from her lips. She surrendered to me completely, riding the wave of my lust as I fucked her with all my strength. I could feel my orgasm boiling in my blood, and for a moment I considered stabbing her deep and filling her with my cum. God, what a thought it was. Filling my own daughter with the same seed I’d made her with brought my blood to a boil. It was only in the last, possible moment that I withdrew.

“Not yet, bitch,” I hissed. “I’m not done with you yet!” I said before slapping her ass hard again.

The sudden sting on her tender skin caused Mindy to gasp, and she writhed erotically under my hand. Turning, she glared back at me with smoldering eyes, as if she were daring me to do it again. “Do you want to hurt me, daddy?” Is that what gets you off? Then do it! I want you to spank my ass! You’re making me so fucking wet!”

Hearing such words come from Mindy, a girl I’d thought to be so innocent, just sent me off. The sound of my hand cracking against her skin filled the room as I landed slap after slap on her radiant globes. She was almost crying by the time I stopped, and her butt was the brightest shade of crimson I’d ever seen.

Amazed, I caressed her gently, smoothing my hand over her bottom as her quaking body calmed. Mindy just lay there, breathing deeply and waiting for whatever came next. I realized, as I massaged her back, that she had submitted to me completely. “That’s it, baby,” I cooed softly, “let it happen, be my good girl and let it happen.”

Mindy murmured something incoherent, but the way her body moved as I touched her told me all needed to know. I had full rights to her body, and I swallowed hard as I considered what that meant. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could barely breathe as my gaze flowed over her. Her head lay on the cushion with her blond hair pooling wildly around it. Her back tapered seductively down toward her to hips, rising and falling with each, heavy breath.

My hands came to rest on her bottom and I heard her gasp slightly as I squeezed her tender flesh. Clearly, she loved the attention on her butt. I gently spread her cheeks, exposing the tight rosebud hiding between them. “Had she given this up before?” I wondered as I brought my mouth lower and flicked my tongue over her rosebud. Her deep and resonant moan seemed to answer my question, and I felt a new desire rise in my throat.

Tonguing her gently, I could feel her muscles relax. Mindy cooed and moaned, slowly wiggling her bottom in response to my touch. I could see her fingers gripping the cushions of the couch and I felt the slight tremble coursing through her body. My hands glided over her legs as I licked her, spreading the warmth of my touch over her skin. I could actually smell her arousal, and felt the trickling moisture leaking down her thighs.

Seeing she was close, I slid my hand up her inner thigh until I was gently rubbing her sex. She was wet and puffy, and I sank my fingers into her, letting her clasp tightly around them. Mindy was actually panting with arousal as my thumb began stroking over her clit.

“Yes, right there, right there,” she murmured, “don’t stop, daddy, I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.” I could feel her body tightening, coiling like a spring as her orgasm approached. My tongue continued to rim her ass while my thumb worked on her clit, until a deep groan exploded from her throat.

“Uhh, fuck! I’m gonna come,” she screamed through a strangled gasp as her orgasm rippled through her body. Bucking hard, Mindy moaned and pushed back onto me, grinding her pussy onto my hand. I held her tightly, frigging her clit while she came.

Mindy jerked and writhed for an eternity before her body finally ceased its quaking. Then, a visible wave of relaxation passed over her, and she sighed deeply as she melted into the couch.

Watching her have another powerful orgasm had my blood running thick and hot through my veins. Her dress and panties had somehow managed to disappear and her nude and slim body lay bent over the couch, tempting me, calling for me to sate my own, darkest desires.

Mindy was breathless. She was completely overcome by the strength of her climax, and she whimpered as I rose behind her. “Oh, yeah, fuck me, daddy. Take me. Make me feel like I belong to you.”

Shivering with need, I drew my raging erection through her moist and pliant flesh. “You are mine, baby-girl,” I whispered harshly into her ear “You’re going to be a whore for me. No one else, understand? This pussy belongs to me!” With that, I drove my cock into her, spearing her deep, and forcing a high-pitched grunt out of her.

“Uhh! Fuck yes! My pussy is yours, daddy! I promise! Just fuck me, fuck me hard. I want to be a good girl for you!

Something dark and feral can happen to a man when a woman submits to him. The hidden need for power and dominance becomes almost uncontrollable, and can manifest itself with an almost brutal passion. So it was with me.

In that moment, I wanted to own her completely, leaving no doubt in her mind that she was mine. I wanted her to feel it right to her core. Grabbing her silky hair, I pulled her head up and slammed my cock as deeply into her as I could reach. “You want to be my good girl?” I hissed between my clenched teeth.

“Yes,” she responded, her voice strained and filled with an almost fearful warble.

Leaning over her, I whispered harshly in her ear. “Good. I’m going to have all of you tonight, Mindy. I’m about to fuck this tender ass of yours. I’m going to make you mine.”

“Oh, my God,” she replied and a heavy tremble passed through her body. Mindy gathered herself, bracing her body on the couch as I pulled my juice-covered shaft from her cunt.

Holding her hips tightly in my hands, I drew my cock upwards, until it nudged against her anus. “God, you have such a beautiful ass.” I said in awe. “Have you let any of your men in there, Mindy? How many times have you given it up for money?”

Mindy shook her head, causing her hair to fly wildly over her back, “No … No one. I’ve never, I mean, I don’t have any …. Ohh fuck!”

Just hearing her tell me I would be her first sent a hot rush through me, and I began to press in before she even finished. The pressure of my cock stretching her open choked off her answer, and her back arched upwards as I began my slow, torturous penetration into her ass.

“Ahh fuck! You’re so thick!” she gasped as she began to feel my size, “Go easy, easy, ahh, fuck, daddy! Go slow, go slow, slow … Oh, Goddamn …” Her gasp became a low, long-winded moan, and I held still as I could as the seconds ticked by. My fingers dug deeply into her hips, and I rocked ever so slightly, slowly, letting my cock sink more deeply into her as she adjusted to me.

“Shit, shit ,shit …” she murmured as her muscles relaxed around me. I could feel the incredible tightness around my cock lessen to a pleasant squeeze, and with a gentle push, I slipped more deeply into her body.

Mindy slid her hand between her thighs and began rubbing her clit, timing her fingers with the gentle rocking of my hips. “Oh my God, that feels so good, daddy. Right there, oh my God, right there! Oh, fuck, that’s soo nice.”

Her pussy had coated my cock so thoroughly that I didn’t need lube, and soon I was sawing in and out of her ass with long, deep strokes. The puckered ring of her anus held me, squeezing my shaft with delicious pressure as I plunged into her hole. Deeper inside, it was like a glowing warmth, a wet embrace that felt unbelievably deep. With my hands pulling on her hips, I set a pace that had her rocking back into me each time I slid through her puckered ring.

I could see she still felt the sting, but her repeated gasps were much more from the pleasure of being fucked than they were the pain. The sight of her back arching and twisting as she took my cock was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Her fingers clawed the fabric and she rose, thrashing her head up and down with each of my hard thrusts into her body. She seemed so lost, as if she had no thought beyond the sensation of being reamed. It was as if she’d entered a zone beyond conscience thought, and I slapped her ass hard again, bringing her back into the moment, reminding her of who she belonged to.

Mindy jerked hard at the sting from my hand, and might have slipped away completely had she not been pinned against the couch. Turning her head, she gazed at me with raw lust in her smoky eyes. “Fuck! Oh, shit, daddy! Fuck me.. Fuck me harder. I wanna feel you come in my ass!”

It was all too much. Before I knew it, my balls drew tight and a feral groan filled my throat. My cock felt like molten iron and pulsed hard inside her as I began to come. I clenched her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh and holding her in place as I slammed my cock into her, spewing my load into her quivering body.

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Making Mindy Mine – by Milik_the_Red

The dress itself clung to her lithe body, yet also seemed to drape over her curves in a way I’m sure every man she encountered would notice. Darker stockings clung to her legs, caressing their slender shape all the way down to the killer heels encasing her feet like the proverbial Ruby Slippers. Even her nails and lipstick matched the scarlet theme of her undeniably provocative ensemble.

Mindy held her wrap tightly around her shoulders, thankfully covering the rounded tops of her breasts as she bent down to give me a quick kiss on my cheek.

Her excitement was obvious, and actually seemed to radiate from her as she moved toward the door. “I may be out late, daddy, don’t wait up!”

“You’re going to work dressed like that?” I managed to choke out before she left.

Mindy stopped and flashed a smile filled with both admonishment and understanding. “Of course, daddy. I have to look nice. This isn’t 1980 anymore.” The she gave me a quick finger wave and slipped out the door.

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I kept telling myself that if Gloria hadn’t planted the idea into my head, I wouldn’t have been so suspicious and obsessed with what Mindy was doing. She was an adult, after all. I truly did believe she should be given the opportunity to decide what she wanted to do, and whom she wanted to see. Somehow, I just couldn’t shake off the feeling that I needed to do something, and that she was making some kind of horrible mistake! By midnight, I’d had one too many beers, and as if by its own, my hand found my cell phone and I was dialing the Kensington Plaza Hotel.

I remember the nervous tension I was feeling as the phone rang. It was hard for me to stay calm when the pleasant voice of a woman picked up the line. “Kensington Plaza Hotel, Sherri speaking. How may I address your call?”

“Hi, I’m looking for Mindy McNee. She works for your Concierge Desk.”

Even then, I didn’t really know what I was trying to accomplish. At the very least, I had to find out if she really was there. My mind was racing, and the brief delay on the other end began to feel like an eternity. Soon, the woman came back.

“One moment please, I’m transferring your call.”

Again, the delay, and this time replete with the kind of on-hold music that made a person want to scream. The seconds ticked by until I heard a click, and a man’s deep and resonant voice came on the line. “Concierge Desk, Jake speaking. How may I assist you, sir?”

I had a sudden vision of a guy in khakis, and shaking the image from my mind, I lit a cigarette to calm my nerves. Then, I started speaking as calmly as I was able. “Yes, I’d like to speak with Mindy McNee please.”

“I’m sorry sir, Ms. MacNee is unavailable right now. If you would care to leave a name and phone number, I’d be happy to forward it to her when I can.” His words were professional, but there was something else there as well. He was being purposely vague in a way that set off even more alarm bells, and I silently felt my stomach drop at the realization.

“Does that mean she’s there, working now, or would I expect to hear from her tomorrow?” I asked, trying to get him to tip his hand.

“I’m sorry sir, I cannot answer that. All I can say is that we can deliver a message if you like. Would you care to leave a name and number?”

I almost told him who I was, but knew as Mindy was an adult, it would mean little to him. Worse still, I would have only angered her if I did. No, after all of that, I quietly replied “No thank you,” and ended the call. I sat there for a long time trying to decide if Gloria might be right, and even if she was, would it really be any of my business anyway?

I was still sitting there past two in the morning when I heard Mindy open the door. I’m not sure what I expected when she came in. Would the excitement she felt when she left still be with her? Would she be happy or sad, or just tired? My emotions had run the full gambit by then, and I felt worn down by my own obsession with needing to know.

Mindy had already removed her heels when she came into the den. She saw the empty beer cans and the ashtray full of cigarette butts, and I could swear there was a flash of sadness in her eyes.

“Oh, daddy. You’ve been talking with mom, haven’t you?”

“What? No! Well, yes! But not tonight!” I took a deep breath and tried to keep myself from becoming angry. “Okay, as you know, I did speak with your mother about you the night before you came to stay with me. To be honest, Mindy, she said a bunch of things I didn’t want to believe, but now I’m not so sure. So you tell me, what the hell is going on? You need to talk to me. You need to let me in, sweetie. I need to know the truth because I don’t believe for a minute you’re working as intern in that dress until two in the morning!”

Mindy sighed and pulled her wrap off before sitting on the couch next to my chair. There, with the lamp light shining down on her, I could clearly see the rise of her breasts as she moved. I just shook my head at the idea of such a revealing look being appropriate for her work.

“Are you really that worried about me?” she asked with more disappointment than anger.

“Of course I am! Why do you think I’ve been up all night waiting for you?”

Mindy held my gaze for a long time, and I could see she was trying to make up her mind. Then she crossed her legs and sat back on the couch with her eyes piercing into mine. “Okay, I’ll tell you what you want to know. I just hope you really want to hear it.”

“I do, Mindy. I can’t help, if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Mindy laughed cynically and shook her head. “You want to help? Well, that’s just great. You can relax, then, dad, because I don’t need your help. I’m doing just fine by myself.” With a glare that was as hurt as it was hateful, Mindy opened her purse and pulled a thick stack of bills out and tossed them on the table. “There is over a thousand dollars there, dad. Cash, and that’s just from tonight. There, are you satisfied?”

I was completely gobsmacked. I couldn’t believe what she’d said, and all that money… There was only one way she could be making that much cash, and Gloria’s poisonous accusations sounded loudly in my mind.

“I even think some of them are giving her money!”

Anger and disgust rose like bile in my throat, and I could barely form words when I asked, “Are you working as a whore, Mindy?”

Her blue eyes turned icy and she rose from the couch. “What if I am, daddy?” she said, hissing the words as if they were a curse. “Sure, you and Mom, you have all the answers, don’t you?”

“That’s not a denial … ”

“Why should I deny it? What if I am? If you haven’t noticed, I’m an adult now, with enough money to go where I want. I don’t need your approval, or my mother’s!”

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