A New Face

“I’ve brought you a present, my Daddy,” Misty was home from her class at the local university. She had with her another girl, one also skinny, flat-chested, with beautiful red hair. “This is my friend, Trixie.” Trixie smiled at me, shyly, blinking furiously.

This was a complete surprise to me. What did this girl Trixie know about my relationship with my young wife? I made polite noises and looked meaningfully at Misty. She grinned, shamelessly, and started shedding her clothes as was required form in our living arrangements. “It’s okay, Daddy. Trixie knows everything about my life with you.”

“Everything?” I was non-committal, but Trixie was watching Misty strip down with eyes that were beginning to glaze. “Did you tell her you were required to be naked all the time for your Daddy?” She pulled her skirt off and pulled her panties down and kicked them away. “Yes, Daddy, I did.” I looked at her, “Leave the kneesocks and the mary janes on, Darling. You look so sweet and schoolgirl.”

“Yes my Daddy,” She curtsied for me. “Trixie wants to watch, and maybe she will play some too.” Misty licked her lip. She was adorable, standing there in her shoes and socks, bare and sweet. Her nipples were hard and stuck out from her flat chest. Her mons was perfectly bare and looked like it might be a little thick with her juices.

Trixie was still just standing there, dressed in a pullover and what were probably tights. She had on medium heeled shoes. Her hair was shoulder length and very curly, red and fine, like electrical wiring carrying light. Her face was gamine, but her cheeks were fat and sweet. She had a sprinkling of freckles and I had begun to wonder what her body might be like, revealed.

“Would you like to have a seat on the couch?” I invited her, gesturing to the leather.

“Okay,” she moved there and sat, abruptly. “What are you going to do?”

“Now that’s a reasonable question. Let me just explain what are the rules for you being here, okay?” I smiled at her as I sat down in my chair. Misty came and knelt on the floor beside me, putting her hand on my thigh and moving it to my encased penis. He was already fairly hard.

Trixie smiled uncertainly, “Rules?”

“What I mean,” I began, “ is that what happens between Misty and me is between us. We are husband and wife, and we are Daddy and little girl. Misty is here entirely by choice and always has been. She is of age, and she likes how it is between us. When I make love to my girl I will always hurt her. That is how we like it and that is what my Boy demands. And Misty will always give my Boy whatever He demands. Is that not so, little one?”

I stroked her golden hair while I made this speech. Misty looked up at me, “Yes My Daddy. I am here because I wish to be. I give you everything your Boy requires. But Boy is He a mean Boy or what!” She shook her head up and down at this.

“Yes, Trixie. My Boy, my Penis, is a very mean Boy indeed. He likes to see His misty girl crying and sobbing and He likes to rip her little holes open with as much cruelty as is possible. So,” I paused and looked at the girl who was beginning to tremble a little, “You do not have to play. You can just watch us and see how it is. What you cannot do is try to stop me. You cannot complain about my treatment of Misty. You are allowed to react, but you are not allowed to interfere in any way.”

“Daddy,” Misty tugged at my arm, “I think Trixie knows it is gonna be bad for me. She wants to see that and maybe have it bad for her too. But she thought she might just watch this time.” “Okay,” I nodded. Misty continued, “But I think that at the very least, as a present for my Daddy and His Boy that she should be naked and she should know that in this house she is a little girl and must act like a little girl.”

“Good idea, my daughter, my wife. Yes, Trixie, if you would stay and watch you should at least be naked.” My Cock was now hard as a rock. Something wonderful about having an audience of another little girl. I looked pointedly  at Trixie. She smiled, tentatively and then stood up, “Okay,” she said. She pulled her shift over her head. Then she unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it off. She had no bra on and needed none. Her breasts were nearly as non-existent as Misty’s. Little half -apples with pink nipples, sticking straight out with her youth.

She continued, pulling her panties down and over her shoes and socks. Her genitals were obviously freshly shaved, so I knew this episode was planned, discussed, and now she was seeing if she could go where her friend had gone. A pretty girl. And an aroused one. She looked like a thirteen year old redhead I had once known and would have liked to fuck. Maybe this time.

“Well, Misty girl, you have brought Daddy a prize, haven’t you?” I bent down and kissed the girl deeply, shoving my tngue into her mouth and pinching her nipple  hard. “Oh Daddy, yes she is beautiful.” “She has all that red hair,” I bit Misty’s neck. “let’s make you red to match, at least your pussy.” “Okay my Daddy,” And Misty crawled n her hands and knees over to the armoire where we were keeping the toys. She got up, opened it and revealed the whips, crops, and other items of her torture. “What would Daddy like?”  she asked, coyly. “Whippy crop, or willow switch. Your choice, Darling.”

She turned and looked at me, smiling. “Yes Daddy. The willow hurts the worst, and since I know that what your Boy wants is my pain, that is what I bring you.” She came to my chair and knelt at my feet, raising the willow up above her to offer it to me. “That’s a very good girl.” I rose, taking the switch. “Can I make you more comfortable my Daddy?” “Yes, Darling,” I whisked the switch through the air while the naked girl at my feet undid the clasp on my shorts, opening them and pulling them down. The other naked girl, Trixie, sat on the very edge of the couch, her mouth open, watching intently as Misty freed my throbbing Boy. He looked very angry today. His helmet was deep red and moist with my come. Misty kissed up his length and licked Him with her tongue. “I want to make Him really big, my Daddy!” She was like a puppy girl sometimes. She was almost bouncing in place.

I watched Trixie who clearly was moved by the sight of my penis. “What do you thinkTrixie, should we give my Misty what she wants?” “Oh yes,” she practically moaned, “Can He get bigger?”

Misty turned to her and said, “The more I get hurt the bigger Daddy’s Boy will be. I want Him to be HUGE!”

“Are you sure,” I reminded her she must agree totally. “Oh yes my Daddy. Please hurt me so very bad. Please make me cry hard and scream and beg you to stop. But, don’t stop Daddy. Don’t stop. Do it all. Everything! Make me bleed for your Boy.” Misty was starting to pant now.  She scooted back on the carpeting and put her hands above her head and spread her legs as wide as she could. “Please Daddy, switch my pussy now!”

I stood over her, feeling my big Dick, throbby and thick with my fluids. I whisked the switch back and forth in my other hand. I looked over at Trixie who was unconsciously covering her pussy with her hands. I raised the switch up and ripped it down on Misty’s pussy. Her legs snapped together and she screamed, “OH DADDY!! Hurts me bad.” “Get em open, darling.” I murmured, the switch raised above my shoulder. It took her a few seconds, but she forced her legs apart. “Farther,” I ordered. Trixie was trembling on the couch and starting to stroke her labia open. She was wet. I could smell her, a little different than Misty. I whipped the branch down hard and sudden into Misty’s gulf, aiming for her clit, of course. She screamed again and her legs closed and she took her hands and started pushing them open again, slowly. “OH Daddy it is so bloody painful.”

“One more for now and then you get ripped open. Now spread,” and she pulled her legs up to her chest and opened her self to me. What a sweet girl. Her anus was exposed this way and I knew she was offering it to me. I stood over her and struck her open center, letting the tip of the switch land with extreme force on her lovely asshole. “AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!” and she curled into a foetal ball at that. I picked her up and put her over the chair I’d been sitting in and brought my boy to her pussy from behind and shoved Him up her, stroking her hard over and over again. I looked over at Trixie while this was going on and saw that she was rubbing her clit furiously, close to coming I thought. I slapped Misty’s  butt and felt myself shooting in her tight young cunt. She started coming at that and she was hollering “Oh Daddy, coming Daddy!” and shaking.

Trixie made a funny sound, like a moan, but like a sigh. She was bucking up and down on the sofa. Good thing it is leather as there was a lot of fluid. I pulled out of Misty, suddenly and walked over to the couch. “What would you give the Boy?” I asked her, my penis suddenly in her face, still erect and still very angry. She licked her lips, they were full and wet looking. Her eyes were big as she looked at His desire. “Anything,” she murmurd. “Anything He wants.” “You know what He wants. Is that what you’ll give him?” She trembled and her hands went to her breasts. “Yes. Yes. Hurt me Daddy. I’m scared, but, please, hurt me.”

I pushed her back on the couch and drove my Boy up her wet pussy. It was tighter than Misty’s and it occurred to me she must not have much experience. I drove her hard, all over that couch, looking at Misty while I was doing it. She was sitting on the floor, stroking herself and smiling mysteriously. It seemed to me she was thinking about hurting Trixie. I knew we would both hurt the girl. I pulled out of her pussy and put my Boy to Trixie’s face. I rubbed Him across her cheeks.

I pulled back. “Next time I rub Him on your face it is going to be wet with your tears, my sweet little girl.” She kissed His tip and I pushed Him into her mouth. She clearly didn’t know what to do. I motioned Misty to come over. Time for some training.