It seemed like every time he shot off straight down my throat I got even hornier. I was definitely dad’s sex toy now, and he fucked me any time he g...t hard. If dad got in a creative mood and was making a new movie I started feeling neglected and I’d beg him for a good screwing. Some days he made me suck him off and other days he ate my pussy, sort of like he was giving me a reward, like you give a dog a treat.That was the story of my life until I turned sixteen. I became a needier slut nearly. "I decided if I was getting ready for bed it was time to take off my braand stockings. I let them all watch me get naked, then I located thenighty and slipped it over my head. "Should I put on some panties?" No, I don't think you need them tonight," David answered.I went and crawled into bed with him. We turned off the lights and allwent to sleep.Sometime later I woke up, it was pitch black and I couldn't see anythingbut I could feel someone was sucking on my dick, they had pulled my. Truth is, Sergeant, you are one outstanding soldier.” Waving her to silence, the Colonel sighed again and gave her a long, hard look. She knew what he saw: a woman just an inch under 6 feet, weighed almost 150 pounds and it was plain it was all solid muscle. Dark brown hair cut two inches off her shoulders and pinned up tight, eyes an even darker brown with some saying they were all black. Her breasts were a compact 36C and even these baggy uniforms couldn’t hide her feminine curves and. There was nothing that I could say or do to convince her how damn unreasonable she was being.Or was there?Staring up at the ceiling from where I lay, I thought things through.Mom felt guilty because she believed she was responsible for Dad's death. Well, when I was young and knew, deep down inside, that I'd done wrong, I always felt better in the end if I was caught and punished by my father, even if it hurt. Dad was fair but pretty strict, and whenever I really got out of line, he'd spank me.