The Making of Daddy's Slut Ch. 02

Brock watched as a look of shame crossed Nicky's face. She knew she had made a mistake and felt bad that she was so quick to forget the rules. Perhaps a part of her hoped that his rules were all a part of the recent session they just had. In a way, she was glad they weren't. She knew her father was not one to ever change his mind about anything. Nicky hung her head and turned for the door.

Careful to position herself behind the big wooden door, Nicky pulled it open to see a very handsome man there. He was at least 6 feet, with curly dark hair and green eyes. She lost herself for a minute just staring at him, and found reality again when he asked if Brock was home.

"He is. Please come in," she responded, temporarily forgetting about her nudity. The man stepped in and looked her up and down, then let himself into the living room. Suddenly aware of her nakedness, Nicky hung back in the foyer in the hopes of staying out of sight.

"Hey Allan. Nice to see you again," Brock spoke as he passed the man a beer. "Have a seat."

Allan positioned himself on the sofa. "I see you have a new slut to play with. She's a beauty. Looks like you put that flogger to good use already."

Brock's chest pushed out, both as a proud father and a proud slut owner. "She's very new to all this, but I think she has real potential. I am hoping this will be the last one I train." Turning to the doorway, he called to her. "Come here, slut. Meet a friend of mine."

Nicky walked into the room with all the trepidation in the world. Never had she felt the humiliation she was now experiencing. Her father snickered at her. As he instructed her to turn around, he watched with pride as Allan ogled his daughter.

"Come closer and stand with your legs spread. I want Allan to feel how sweet your pussy is," Brock ordered. Nicky simply turned to look at him. She couldn't believe her own father was insisting some other man touch her most private parts. Her head whipped around though when Allen commented, "She's not like Irene, is she?" Nicky's blood suddenly boiled. She did not ever want to hear that woman's name again. She was going to be Daddy's slut, no one else. Without further hesitation, she moved to stand by Allen.

"No, she's not. But I do believe with a little discipline and a lot of punishment, she could be a very good submissive," replied Brock as he watched Allen's hand disappear between his little girl's legs. "Who knows? I may never have to use Irene again."

Nicky smiled when her father said this. Allen's fingers continued to probe until they finally found her clit. She couldn't help but let a moan escape her lips. His other hand reached up to pull on her nipple. "These ought to be clamped, Brock," he spoke as if she were not there.

Brock nodded in agreement and once again reached into the end table drawer. He brought out two small clamps with a chain in between. Nicky studied them closely as her hips slowly began to rotate on the stranger's hand. Brock fondled his daughter's nipples now, making them nice and hard before carefully applying a clamp to each one. He marveled at how they cut into her.

Pain soared through every nerve Nicky had, and without thinking she blurted out, "Please Daddy, no! Please take them off. They hurt so bad!" She knew it would do her no good though.

Allan quickly looked to Brock. "Daddy? This whore is your daughter?"

Brock smiled as he pulled on the chain, stretching her nipples and lifting her tits. "Beautiful, isn't she?"

"Beautiful and soaking wet. I think the bitch likes to be used," said Allen.

Releasing the chain, Brock returned to his seat and picked up his beer. "Show my friend here what a good cock sucker you are."

Nicky thought back to Irene sucking on her Dad last night, and how she herself had made him cum this morning. He was proud of her then. She wanted him to be proud of her again.

Kneeling between Allen's legs, Nicky unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He was a bit smaller than her father, which she was thankful for. She hardly noticed the clamps anymore as she picked up the cock and let her tongue slide over the head. She licked it for a minute before sliding it into her mouth. Slowly she worked her lips up and down the shaft.

"That's it, slut. Suck his cock," her Daddy encouraged. The bulge in his pants was begging for attention, forcing him to pull his own cock out and start stroking it. She looked so wonderful serving this stranger, doing it only to please her father. There really was hope for her here.

Allan was moaning. "She knows how to suck real good," he said as he reached down for the chain and tugged at her nipples. "Rub your clit, you little whore."

Nicky didn't need to be asked twice. Her clit was dying to be touched and she knew she would orgasm quickly. She rubbed it hard, moaning on the cock in her mouth. This sent vibrations shooting up the shaft. Allen couldn't help himself. He started pushing his hips up into her greedy mouth.

Brock's cock was ready to explode. He had no idea 24 hours ago that his daughter could be such a hot little whore and he was pleased as he watched his friend's reaction. He stared as her fingers furiously rubbed her pussy. She was an amazing sight.

The orgasm hit her hard. She started cumming and her hips were wiggling as she oozed cum. Her moans and groans on Allen's cock sent the man's head into a spin. "That's it, you fucking cock sucker!" he yelled.

Unable to take much more, Brock reached over and grabbed a big handful of Nicky's hair. He furiously started pumping her mouth up and down on his friend's cock while he jacked himself. He could hear her almost gagging and resisting him, and this only served to excite him more. He continued until he saw Allen tense up.

Brock violently pulled her back off Allen's cock by her hair and began shooting his load on her face. Brock joined in and they sprayed the tramp with their cum. "Open your mouth, cumslut. We know you're hungry," Allen ordered.

White gobs of cum dripped from her face and onto her tits. She tried to swallow as much as she could. She leaned over and licked her Daddy clean, leaving no trace of cum behind before moving to his friend and doing the same for him.

Nicky knelt there thinking about what just happened. She was ashamed of herself, humiliated and embarrassed. And she was more turned on than she had ever been before. When her father removed the clamps, she couldn't help but scream as the blood rushed back to her nipples. Brock loved that sound.

As Allen stood to leave, he shook Brock's hand. "Thanks a lot. I hope you will include me in further training. And by the way, if you are done with Irene, would you mind if I phoned her myself?"

Brock laughed, then looked over at Nicky rubbing her swollen nipples. "Go ahead, I won't be using her for awhile."

Upon returning from walking Allen to the door, Brock picked up his daughter and sat on the sofa with her on his lap. He thought of how delicate she was sitting there and how truly devoted she was. Watching her make Allen cum was more of a turn on than he had anticipated. He would see to it that she performed for him many more times.

He put on nipple in his mouth and licked it gently, then moved to the other. "I know they hurt, baby. Believe me when I say you will get used to them. You will want them on you all the time as a reminder of whose slut you are. And you will be very proud to be known as Daddy's cunt."

Nicky just smiled. Somehow she knew her father was right. She simply sighed as his fingers stroked her hair and he held her tightly.

"Tonight, Uncle Bob and I will introduce you to the dungeon."