The Turn of a Card

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 aShock 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 They up and took out a ticket, “Paddy Bingham Sir.”

“And the suck or wank?”

Another mix up of the names, “Ivan Hope Sir.”

Dad took over the bar as I was led to the pool table.

“Get naked Jessy, let the boys see what they will be trying to win every night, and make sure it`s a sexy strip or I will cane your tits in front of everyone.”

He kept a cane Behind the bar in case he wanted to use it on me for doing something wrong or paying off a bet.

I quite enjoyed the sexy strip and was soon speared by Paddy Bingham`s good sized cock. Ivan knelt on the pool table, hung down his cock, and I sucked him off, he was only in his late teens so took very little time to cum. Paddy pulled out and cum over my bottom and back.

“Kneel and clean him up Jessy.”

“Yes Sir.”

I knelt and licked every part of his cock and balls, and he stiffened again.

“As he was our first winner, suck him off Jessy.”

With his cock in my mouth, I could not answer. He pushed my head against the pool table and fucked right down my throat and took full advantage of my tits and nipples.

It was not a one-off, my dad held a raffle every night, if I was not working then it was mum who was fucked and had to suck. It must have turned dad on, when they got home, he was fucking mum as they came through the door and as I heard, most of the night. We had paper thin walls. If ever she refused it was an all over belting, then fucked, so pretty futile, or so I thought, it was not until I was older, I learned one went with the other, spanked and fucked.

As the weeks passed I only worked three out of four, for obvious reasons, being a girl. It was on my first day back, I was working the bar and selling more and more tickets to use me. The draw had been made and I had fucked and sucked when I noticed my dad in a heavy looking game of poker.

“Jessy, come over here.”

“Yes Sir.”

“It`s only right and proper you see the last play of this game. If I win, we also will own the property above us, it will be our new home.”

“And if you lose Sir?”

“Then you belong to Mr. Forest.”

Mr. Forest smiled at me, or was it a smile?

“Come stand by me Jessy, bring me lucky.”

“I am okay with my dad thank you Mr. Forrest.”

“If I have to ask you again, when I win you, I will can you so hard you will not be able to sit down for a week.”

“Stay where you are Jessy, he has no chance of winning.”

Cards were turned over and lots of ‘ooos’ and ‘ahhhs’ until only one card left to turn.

“Last chance Jessy, but now between my legs, sucking my cock.”

“Go on Jessy, humour him, give him a free suck.”

I did as my dad said and began to suck Mr. Forest. I was allowed to watch the last card turned, it was, the Ace of Diamonds. My dad turned over his cards, the first three were all aces, so he had four aces, it must be a winner.

“Pass me those keys Jessy.”

“Not so fast, you have not seen my winning hand.”

Mr. Forest turned over the ten, jack, queen and king, all diamonds, so he had won me. He pushed me back onto his cock, trying to choke me with its length, I kept gagging and he cum.

Mr. Forrest reached into his briefcase and put a collar around my neck, fastened a lead to it and led me outside to his car, he opened the boot, and I had to climb in. We did not travel far, and I was let out, and led up his drive to his house and into his foyer.

“You will always be naked when you come into the house, so strip and hang your clothes on that peg.”

“Yes Sir.”

I undressed as instructed.

“Now on your hands and knees, you are now my puppy.”

He clipped the lead back on me, I was not quite ready for being a puppy but five lashes on my back from the end of the lead soon had me keeping up.

“When you are working during the day you may or may not have your lead on.”

“Please Sir, I do not work during the day.”

“Sit, like a dog.”

He took the lead off me as I sat.

“Now lift your tits up with your hands for me to whip them for having an opinion.”

I steadied myself and with a hand under each breast, pushed them up. He doubled my lead, yes, my lead, and whipped my tits to my screams. I was then pushed forward, and he fucked me like a dog, gripping my whipped tits for more force. I was spun round and he cum over my tits and face.

I was desperate for a bath and bed and, well, he took me to his boot room and hosted me down. He put one foot on a stool and spanked me dry and took me, on my lead, up to bed. What a room, it was opulent, striking, gorgeous…

He slapped my bottom.

“Stop daydreaming slave, I mean girl, you will sleep here.”

He pointed to a mat on the floor and took a whistle off his bedside cabinet.

“When you hear this, go straight under the covers and suck my cock, when stiff I will decide how I will fuck you.”

“Yes Sir”

No surprise to anyone I was fucked four times during the night then spanked and fucked over the kitchen table in the morning.

“Let’s get you to work, the longer you are here the more money I am losing.”

He said we would be traveling through the city and eventually I was let out of the boot and taken off my lead. We had pulled up outside a large old house set in its own grounds. We went through the front door and were met by a quite large lady with her boobies spinning out over her top.

“Good morning Madame, this is Louise, a new French prostitute, put her in the glory hole for the day, I am sure she would greatly appreciate a light whipping at lunchtime to keep her focused.”

I was going to say something about my name, but I saw my new Sir touch his belt buckle so decided, Louise is a nice name.

“Yes Sir, anything you say, you are the boss.”

What twenty-four hours, it started by selling tickets for people to fuck me that night, now it looks as if I will soon be fucked in every possible hole all day long, oh Daddy, what have you done?