The Turn of a Card - slave girl sara
On my eighteenth Birthday instead of a party with cake, candles and presents, like the posh people have, I was in a back street gambling house behind the bar. It was my dad`s place, he had gambled as long as I have known him and on balance, I guess he did okay for himself and provided for his wife and family. The place we are in now was won in a game of poker a good few years ago and he vowed never to let any games under his roof have implications regarding a man and his livelihood, so most games had limits.
It was early in the evening and although my dad provided for us all, he also took, which is why I was leant over the bar whilst he fucked me. I was not complaining, at least it showed he loved me, that is if being loved was regularly being on the losing end of a belt. I was not alone he made sure the whole family looked up to him as Head of the House.
At last, a customer came in.
"Hi Bill, extras being served tonight, we are having a raffle, the winner gets to fuck my sweet eighteen, Jessy, I will give a second prize of a suck or a wank as well. Only two pounds a ticket."
He came to the bar, the bar I was leant over being fucked by my dad.
"A beer and two tickets Jessy, when you have been done."
He squeezed and nipped my tits and nipples hanging out.
"Can I shove my cock in her open mouth now whilst she is lazing about?"
"Sure, two pounds ok?"
He put down two pounds then knelt on the bar and offered his slack cock to my face.
I looked away.
"She ain't playing Joe."
"Just a sec."
He pulled out of me and removed his belt.
"Push it as she starts to scream Bill."
He did just that, dad whipped my arse with his open belt, I screamed and got a cock in my mouth.
"Thanks Joe, in now."
Dad put his belt down and carried on fucking me.
"A birthday treat Jessy.
He pulled out and pushed into my virgin bottom, bit of a shock but being held down I could not move and being mouth fucked I could not scream, so accepted my present, which, to be honest was not half bad.
The room began to fill, and I was selling beer and myself. It got to be ten o`clock and my dad asked, "any more tickets for Jessy?" He sold four more.
"Pull a name out of the box Jessy."
"Yes Sir."
I mixed them up and took out a ticket, "Paddy Bingham Sir."
"And the suck or wank?"