Mandy and Daddy

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BIG FUCKING DISCLAIMER: First, obviously, READ THE TAGS! If anything in those tags might offend you, don’t fucking read this. Seriously. You WILL get all butthurt and want to bitch about how disgusting this story is. If you DON’T LIKE ONE OF THE TAGS, DON’T FUCKING READ THIS. Second, EVEN MORE obviously, this is a work of FICTION, and I in no way condone ACTUALLY DOING any of these things! The people who made Die Hard aren’t bank robbers in real life, it’s JUST A STORY.

Mandy and Daddy

Mandy’s mouth was full, so her daddy stopped peeing. She focused on not biting him as she swallowed his dark yellow, morning piss. She got it down, but she gagged a little. She loved her daddy, but she hated the taste of his pee. Her lips stayed wrapped around the head of his half-hard cock and she sucked a little to let him know she was ready.

He peed again, less this time. She knew she only had to finish four mouthfuls, and the rest would go into the toilet. She had eaten breakfast already – piss upset her stomach, and it was even worse when she drank without some food in her belly.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to quell the rising nausea, and as he filled her mouth, she felt herself pass the point of no return. frantically, she pulled her mouth off her daddy’s cock and tried to swallow, but she couldn’t, and she slid off the toilet and turned around, first spitting his piss into the bowl, then noisily vomiting her half-digested bacon, eggs and pancakes.

Her small body heaved as she wretched into the toilet, the smell of daddy’s piss overpowering as she vomited some of it up through her nose. Tears streamed from her eyes, and tips of her dark hair dangled into the bowl.

Her daddy sighed behind her. “Well,” he said, “Since I’m going to have to clean you up anyway…”

She trembled slightly, but she knew better than to whine. Sniffling, her throat still burning from the vomit, she shifted out of the way as her daddy sat on the toilet, finishing his morning pee and taking a small, wet shit. The stink filled the room, and she wretched again and coughed helplessly onto the floor – but she had nothing left to throw up.

Daddy wiped and stood, and waited for her. Obediently, but still sniffling, she crawled on all fours over to the toilet and placed her head inside the bowl. Her tears started again in earnest as the shit, piss, and puke from the bowl filled her nostrils.

They were quickly washed away as her daddy’s hand gripped the back of her head and dunked her under. She closed her eyes as the stinging filth seeped into her güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri nose, but she knew this was still the easy part. She loved her daddy, but the next part was never easy.

She jolted as she felt her daddy’s huge, muscular finger slide into her ass, a little wet from some of his spit but not enough to keep it from stinging horribly. He let her up to breathe and inserted a second finger, and she couldn’t stop herself from letting out a tiny whimper of pain. Her daddy stroked her back and patted the back of her head. “It’s okay,” he said, “You’ll be fine. Open your mouth this time.”

She opened her mouth just as he shoved her back under, and her mouth was instantly filled with the putrid filth. This was the hard part. She closed her mouth and felt her still-useless gag reflex convulse her body as the individual flavors of her daddy’s shit, and his piss, and her own vomit played over her tongue. While mostly liquid, she could feel a chunk of bitter shit sliding on her tongue, and the vomit gave it a pulpy texture. Daddy puller her head up by her hair. He didn’t have to say it – she knew what to do. Her body heaving in nausea, she swallowed half the mouthful, and desperate not to throw it up again she waited, the piss and shit and puke sliding down her throat into her stomach. Knowing it wouldn’t be any easier to wait, she quickly gulped down the rest, opening her mouth to let out a choking cough but still managing not to vomit.

She barely managed a breath or two before her daddy’s hand forced her head back into the water, and this time as she took her mouthful she was stabbed with unbearable pain as her daddy’s cock entered her ass. The urge to vomit was stronger than ever as he filled her, feeling like her entire body had been impaled. She had to focus on closing her mouth, and now the overwhelming flavor was almost a welcome distraction from the deeply debilitating feeling of being anally penetrated.

He pulled her head back up as he began fucking her ass in earnest. “Hold it in your mouth,” he ordered as he plunged in and out of her. Each thrust hit like a punch to the stomach, and she worried she wouldn’t be able to hold her disgusting meal in her mouth. Her daddy thrust faster and faster, pounding her little body. “Look at me, and swallow,” he whispered intensely, his hands feeling her small, bald pussy and her barely-budding tits. She turned her head to the side, and opened her eyes, even though the piss-shit-vomit mixture burned as it seeped into them, and she looked into her daddy’s eyes and knew he loved her, and she güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri loved him. She swallowed without only a little choked couch, and smiled proudly at her daddy, who managed a quick smile back before his face was contorted by his climax. His fist still gripping her hair, he pulled upward as he lifted with his hips, and as he penetrated more deeply than ever she was lifted off the ground, suspended by her hair and his cock in her ass, filling it with the stinging warmth of his cum.

He pulled out, his dick smeared brown with her own shit and still rock-hard. He stood up and she sat on the toilet, squeezing her bowels to expel his cum and in the process forcing out the compacted shit her daddy had forced up into her. Finally it all came out with a wet splutter, some of the already-filthy toilet water splashing her from the impact. She peed a little and reached up to absently pick some of the shit and vomit out of her hair, but her daddy’s cock suddenly loomed in front of her. Unprepared, she choked slightly on the smell of her shit before controlling herself. Taking a deep breath, she finished shitting as she took his brown cock into her mouth.

He pulled her off the toilet before she could wipe, and as she caressed his balls with her right hand, she held her left over her ass to try to keep from dripping onto the floor. Fortunately there was only a thick smear of shit left, and she wiped that off with her and as she continued to suck her daddy’s throbbing cock. Her own shit was a different flavor than the mixture she had been drinking, and it triggered her gag reflex anew. He felt her choke slightly, and withdrew his cock, the end of it sucked clean of her shit.

“Baby girl, can you see my cum in there?” he said, pointing to the toilet. She turned to look and sure enough, his cum was floating on the surface. She nodded. “Good,” daddy said, “Now cup it in your hands.”

She obeyed, scooping out the cum along with a double-handful of the filthy liquid. He stroked his cock and fondled her tiny breasts as she turned to face him, held her hands to her lips, and drank the mottled brown soup in one gulp.

Mandy was surprised that, as she felt chunks her own shit, her father’s shit, piss from both of them, and her vomited breakfast move slowly down her throat, it was her daddy’s cum which made her gag again – slimy, thick, incredibly salty, she wasn’t ready for it, and as it dripped slowly into her stomach, she felt herself about to throw up again.

Fighting back tears, she opened her mouth to show her daddy, desperately güvenilir bahis şirketleri fighting her gag reflex. He pointed to the toilet bowl again. “Get a chunk this time,” he said, stroking his cock faster and faster, watching his daughter intently.

She turned and used her already shit-covered hands to fish for a decent-sized piece of shit. Finding one that wasn’t too big but hopefully big enough to make her daddy happy, she scooped it out along with a bit of the mess. She turned back, and poured it into her mouth, choking as she held her tongue against the back of her mouth so the shit and its puddle of filth could form a waiting pool for her daddy’s second cumshot.

Her daddy looked down, and savored the sight of his naked eleven-year-old daughter, her ass freshly fucked, her budding breasts streaked with brown, her dark hair wet and coated in chunks of vomit. And as he looked at her round, beautiful face holding her mouth open, filled with her own puke mixed with shit and piss from both of them, he came again, even harder this time.

Her daddy had cum quite quickly before, and she knew he still had plenty of cum, but by the time he finished shooting into her mouth, she could feel some of it overflowing and dripping slowly down toward her chin.

Desperate to make her daddy proud, she forced herself to swallow. It was almost impossibly hard not to throw up as the chunk of shit slid down, and it only got worse as the wave of her daddy’s cum followed it, thick and salty, coating her throat like seawater-flavored superglue. She choked again, and felt a little bit come back up, but fighting back tears she kept her mouth clamped shut and swallowed it back down, coughing hard and fighting not to vomit.

Her daddy put his finger under her chin and tilted her head up, smiling at his beautiful girl. “You did very good,” he said. “I love you.”

“I love you too, daddy,” she said, feeling her stomach beginning to settle. She smiled up at him, and scooped up the last dribble of cum from her chin and sucked it off her shit-stained finger.

He grinned at her. “That’s my girl,” he said. “Now let’s get you washed off for school.”

Mandy’s ass still ached, and she knew her stomach would be upset all day. She knew a shower wouldn’t get her hair truly clean, and that she’d catch a scent of vomit from time to time. She knew that brushing her teeth and using mouthwash wouldn’t entirely remove the taste from her mouth, and that she would taste shit, piss, cum and vomit all day. But she knew that her daddy was happy, and so throughout the day as she gagged from a passing smell of vomit, or found a little speck of shit in her teeth and swallowed it down, trying not to throw up in class, she thought about how much her daddy loved her, and it made her very, very happy.

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