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Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

There was very little mercy in the man she called her Father at that moment. His eyes were wild, no longer that of a controlled human being, but something completely different. Demonic. They were inhuman as they stared down at her, as she suffocated on his huge cock, and perhaps that was what the women he had used had seen in his features as well. The pulsing length buried into their stomachs, the eyes never leaving theirs as he smiled the utterly brutal smile, and the feeling of suffocation as his cock violated them. Indeed those stocks she had seen him admire earlier would have been perfect for the abuse of a woman's holes. Nowhere to go, only the trust that he would respect the fact that they did not want to pass out while sucking on a dick. He saw the panic in her face, pushed it to the point where he saw the faintness, and then he slid free. He slid free with a sigh, letting that huge shaft rest on her pretty young face and his own body seemed to grow languid in the moment. Seemed to find some measure of his own peace as he let her breathe.

He was in heaven.

His ass flexed against his legs as his muscles tightened, not out of exertion but out of a wish to keep control. Most men would be coating their young toy with cum, but this one would not, he'd continue his own personal torture of himself. He slowly inhaled, taking in the scent of her, taking in the feeling of her young face beneath him and the silken underside of that shaft tightening and then releasing precum onto her cheeks. His cock was spit covered, coating him, and those eyes opened to watch her face as he began to smear the shaft over her skin...his voice seeming to come from everywhere to the dazed young girl underneath him.

"They all wanted it, Sarah, every one of them. They screamed, and yelped, and mewled like wounded little animals and yet they always called me back. Always texted. You should see the...pictures and videos these little bitches have sent me, and you know what I have done with them..." His lips turned down as he watched her regaining a measure of senses. "Nothing, I turned them down when you were home. I set them aside, tossed them to the wind, because you were more important. You were more important and you think to judge me? To judge me and dare question what I might be doing? You who I give everything to?" His eyes were hard now, unrelenting as he whispered.

"Show Daddy how much you love his cock...go on, start licking."
 
If Sarah searched for mercy in her Father's eyes she saw none at all; nothing but the black glittering of her Father's eyes, the way her Father's face fell into shadow as he stared down at her, filling her throat so completely and making it his in one complete action. He held her, choking upon that thick cock, and the girl's eyes began to flutter as she felt the urge to breathe began to fade with conscious thought. And then she felt her Father's cock slide from her throat, and she gasped for breath, heaved for it as she lay gasping beneath her Father's weight. Her throat ached, and she coughed hard for a moment before she heaved another breath, but for a moment that was all that mattered to her.

For a moment, the girl didn't react to her Father's cock rubbing against her face, for she truly was not aware of it. For a moment, all that mattered was that she could breathe. But when her Daddy began to flex his hips and smear his thick, hot flesh against her face, wet with her own saliva, Sarah felt the heat returning to her face, and she gasped softly as she listened to him.

Her Daddy dripped poison into the girl's ears, words that she could not help but listen to in her stunned state. Images flooded her brain as she thought of other women that her Father had done to her, and she slowly turned her head as she tried to shut them out. And yet, images of other women in her position, or tied to the wall, helpless to get away, bent over in those stocks... the very thought made her gut twist, even as there was a pulse between her legs. Sarah twisted her head as her Father accused her of judging him, and she looked up to him, gasping as she shook her head to deny it.

She had never meant to judge him at all; she had simply... she had wanted to know. She had never expected her Father to decide that she should get to know this side of him on this level. And yet she lay paralyzed beneath him as his eyes pinned her, terrible and filled with a dark anger that she could not name. He held her in place as he whispered to her, and told her to service him...

Sarah could feel a twisting feeling of fear, a compulsion to obey making her move. If she didn't... Well, if she didn't, Sarah was sure she might feel her Father punish her again. Heat colored her cheeks, and Sarah leaned forward as her eyes closed. This time, she moved without hesitation. The girl slid her Daddy's thick, hard cock as deeply into her throat as she could manage, as deeply as she could from her position beneath him. Her throat opened when he pressed against it, and Sarah's fingers hooked into the waist of her Father's pants while she suckled at his dick. She could still not swallow him all the way to her stomach as her Father had demonstrated; not without his help. But she made up for that fact as she rubbed her tongue over his slit, moaning against his flesh as she blinked the remaining tears from her face. Doing all she could to ignore the throbbing developing between her legs, Sarah pressed her thighs together, moaning and quivering beneath her Father as her eyes closed and she attempted to please him as best as she was able. Perhaps if she pleased him, he would not be angry with her.
 
Every so often that helped came in the form of a sudden thrust down into her little belly, a grinding of his abdomen against her face as he sighed. He no longer needed to restrain her and so his hands went to hold onto the back of the couch as she practically worshipped that huge cock. The true problem for them both was not the fact that he had taken her in this fashion, though that was problem enough, but the fact that what should have been disgusted sounds of utter hatred were in truth...moans and whimpers, gasps and hard little groans of appreciation. His daughter should not be reacting in this fashion. It signaled to him something much worse, something that connected the both of them. How could he have not seen it though? He had raised her, the most domineering force in her life, and had always been the final authority for his daughter. How could she not be like the women who were attracted to him? How could she in any fashion not inhabit the characteristics that would compliment his own?

She was a submissive. He had molded her to be one.

He had been on the edge of orgasm from the moment this had all begun, he could not prevent it overlong unless he stopped himself and stopped himself he did. He panted, trying to get a bit of his bearings as he slid off of her and he looks down at what he had created. There she lay, spit covered and practically ready, and his eyes traced down her body like he was devouring a meal just by gazing at her. It brought a sudden thrill to him to study her like that, to stare at her as a possession and not just his daughter. Perhaps he had always been this way? She had no boyfriend, nobody in her life, just him taking control and owning her...pushing her towards the goals he felt needed to exist for her. He had established nothing but the fact that she was to obey him, so was it any wonder that she was doing so?

Yet once more there had been the moaning. It nearly drove him mad. He looked down at her, his cock still freed and viciously hard, every so often a pulse went up the shaft and precum leaked down onto the sheets. Yet he was no longer caring about himself. His hands move, one coming to touch her face and he caressed her like he loved her. A slow tracing along her cheek with his thumb, his eyes never looking away from her completely broken ones, and the other hand....the other hand moved to cup her between the thighs, forcing his way between her closed legs as he felt her warmth....and her wetness. He shuddered as he realized that she wanted this, no matter what she said, and he whispered softly.

"Do you want to go into Daddy's room?"
 
Despite her best efforts, her Father clearly did not plan on letting her grow slack. The first hard thrust into her throat that filled it completely again, and stretched down until Sarah was sure that her Daddy could cum straight into her stomach if he wanted to, was enough to attest to that. Sarah's eyes went wide, and the tears slid down from her eyes, and down the sides of her face as her Father would thrust into her throat, and would grind himself against her lips to violate her completely. And Sarah had no will to fight against him. Instead, she would gag and shudder when her Father drew back, whimper at each shudder of heat that traveled down her body, and try desperately to not mewl while she slid her tongue against her Daddy's dick.

The act came instinctively; her Father had proven that he was fully capable of taking complete control of her, making her do whatever he wanted, and using her for his own pleasure. She could not help but obey him now as he demanded it of her, as he had demanded other things of her growing up. Good grades, excellent manners, proper obedience... Obedience to her Father, completely and utterly...

When her Father pulled his cock free of her lips, Sarah gasped for air. Finally allowed to breathe for herself as her Daddy stared down at her, the girl was left panting beneath him, waiting as she felt the heat of his eyes rake over her. She imagined how she must look, with her tangled hair, her clothes askew, and her face flushed. Covered in her own saliva, wet with it where her Father had rubbed his cock, Sarah waited as her Father's stare devoured her attention completely and utterly. And still, the man did not speak.

Instead, her Daddy moved, and his fingers stroked against her cheek. And as she always had, Sarah turned her face into it. An intimate gesture from when she had been a child, the girl could not help the ingrained instinct to adore her Father's caress. But neither could Sarah help the sudden jolt that ran through her, when she felt his hand pushed between her legs.

Her Father's large hand slid down between her legs, rubbing over spandex leggings and pressed his palm hard between them. The pressure here, and the heat of her Father's palm were enough that Sarah arched her body beneath him and gasped aloud. Her hips began to move, squirming against his palm without ever meaning to as her Father questioned her.

And Sarah could not help the way her heart pounded in her chest at the simple question, anymore than she could help the heat and wetness uncovered by her Daddy's hand. She knew what would lay in wait in the next room. She knew that she would hurt, and ache... she knew it was wrong, that this was her Father, and this went against every societal convention she knew.

But Sarah also knew that if she followed her Father into the room, that it would feel good... it would feel so good...

Her blue eyes seemed deeper as she opened them again, and Sarah's lips parted as she swallowed the lump in her throat. The girl looked up to her Father, and more compelling than anything, she knew what he wanted her to say.

"Y-Yes, Daddy... Will you show me your special room?"
 
His beautiful fucking Sarah. He could not explain to her how she looked at this moment. So compliant, so perfect, and he nodded his head slowly. He had no doubt that things were going to change between them from this point forward. How much they would change, what would happen, that definitely remained to be seen. Would she regret what happened this day? Would she feel horror at the person he was and what he had done to her? He had no idea truly. Yet he knew he would not let any of that stop him from what was going to happen. It would not prevent him from having what was his. He slowly took a deep breath, sliding off of the fold out bed and he straightened to stand there to look down at her. His lips pressed together as he straightened his shoulders and then her Father began to undress.

He took everything off, his shirt and pants, his boxer briefs. It left him standing there completely nude. There was nothing left to the imagination for his daughter. He was tall and austere in that moment, the strong figure seeming to step right out of a time when a man was more akin to a warrior than the lanky creatures they happened to be now. Proud, muscled, hair upon his chest and trailing down to his navel. His thighs flexed just a bit and that thick cock speared out straight and true towards her. His smile turned upwards as he saw her gaze moving, how he could tell she was looking at the glistening slick shaft...covered in her own spit. He turned and moved towards the door, opening it for them, putting the combination in with his body in the way. Only the flexing of his ass showing in the dim light.

The lock opened.

He moved into the room, turning the lights on in there, and it was evident that her Father preferred to work with nothing revealed. The inset overhead lights came on and lit the workspace brilliantly, his eyes turning to look at her as he moved to caress over the well-maintained stocks. The wood was polished, oiled, a deep shine to it. His fingers traced over it and then he opened them, raising the top part of the mechanism so that a willing victim could position themselves within it. He watched her as he did so, never letting his gaze change, knowing that she was going to come to him. Knowing and wanting it with every fiber of his being. His words were almost breathless, holding just for a moment the taste of his desire in them. It nearly made him unable to speak. Never, never before had he wanted a woman like this.

His own little girl.

"Come here, come on. Strip, crawl, and get in. It is time, slut."
 
Sarah watched her Father strip out of his clothes, and almost felt the urge to squirm look away And yet, her eyes stayed locked upon the man before her. He was tall, imposing, and masculine, the very picture of what men had been in an era past, before society had dictated that lither forms were the norm. Sarah realized deep down in her gut that there was probably a reason that she didn't date; none of the boys at school could measure up to her all dominating Father Figure. None of them could even attempt to compare.

Knowing this, Sarah bit into her lower lip, watching her Father's body in the shadows as he stripped, feeling her cheeks burn as her gaze traveled over his form, and watched him with her own hunger while he moved to open the doors to his private sanctum. And it was with a small hint of surprise that Sarah also realized that the lights came on at a flick of her Father's fingers. That meant that the power was back on upstairs... this... this entire thing could end, if she would just push herself up and climb up the stairs.

And for a moment Sarah let her gaze wander in that direction until she heard her the slight creak of oiled hinges, and felt her Father's gaze upon her, as palpable as those rough hands against her breasts. Anxiety twisted in her belly as she sat there upon the edge of the bed, looking to her Father. He had been the one steady force in her life, her parent, her guardian, caretaker, and provider. He had given her everything, and expected nothing more than obedience from her... and that... well, that had not changed in the least. That much was clear from her Father's dark gaze upon her, and the way his voice carried as he told her strip and come to him.

Her eyes moved back up to the stairs... she could run... she could get away, put locked doors between them...

Instead, Sarah extended one long leg, and stepped onto the ground. Her sweater fell over her again, giving her a hint of modesty as she approached the pool of light. Without the shadows to hide her face, her cheeks were the deepest crimson. She knew what she was doing, of that there was no doubt. And she could not make herself turn away from her Father. He was going to see all of her....

Sarah started with the easy things first. The fluffy socks came off, as did the leggings. Tugging them from pale white legs, Sarah revealed more of that porceline skin, though her sweater still covered her. Sarah hesitated another moment, before she lifted the sweater. Those heavy, naked breasts spilled forth, bouncing for a moment before Sarah dropped her sweater to the floor.

Left in nothing but sweet lace panties, the girl hesitated another moment, before her fingers finally hooked in the band. She tugged them down slowly, bending as her hair fell around her naked breasts, and slowly straightening she revealed a perfect little pussy, smooth and soft, and completely untouched... And now throbbing with anticipation that that might change.

Swallowing the last of her nerves, lowered herself down in the pool of light, and she crawled towards her Father slowly. Goosebumps appeared over her flesh at the chill that came up through the ground, and Sarah could feel a tremble going through her at what would come. The thought of the stocks alone, the barest glance up to them was terrifying... Still, it was all the same, thrilling, and Sarah could not help but feel her throat tighten, or her clit throb in time to her pounding heart as she thought of what her Father might do to her next.

Instead, she came to a stop before him, slowly shifting back on her heels to look up to him. His cock standing straight and proud before her lips, Sarah ran her tongue over them briefly, before her eyes shifted back up to her Father again.

"Am I still being punished, Daddy...?" the girl ventured in a tiny voice, her eyes wide as she dared glance up to her Father's face.
 
He watched her eyes as she finally came to kneel before him and he gave a slow rumbling of appreciation, his body burning with need for her. That cock twitched right before her face and only pure willpower kept him from spilling onto her lovely form. There they were, Father and daughter standing in the nude in the middle of that room and he shook his head solemnly in reply to her question. His hand came to touch her face, tracing, slow and steady as he looked over every inch of her. She was more than magnificent, more than perfect, and he imagined there were so many young men that were utterly infuriated they had not had the chance to be with her. He could not imagine the horror of a boy who wanted to date her, how she had not even bothered to give them the time of day, but now she was his. His little girl, and the hand touching her face slid down to give one of those breasts a hard slap.

She was not being punished?

No, not in his eyes, and his voice confirmed it. "Oh no angel, punishment is over. Now, now we begin to teach your young flesh. You have not really been punished yet though, not really, after all...you have liked everything I've done to you."

His fingers tweaked one of those hard nipples, giving it a cruel rolling between the digits before his other hand came to reach down to help her up. He took over for just a moment, took over so that he could have her the way he needed. He imagined she would be quite compliant once he had her in place. He knew she was nervous, knew she was uncertain in the face of all of this, and that is why he took charge. This time though he did not jerk her around, did not fight her, instead he guided her. Guided her to brace herself against the wood, guided her to hold herself still as he moved her body through the hole and then brought her arms up to lock them down. Helped steady her legs and angle them so he could properly strap them down. It put the weight back where it needed to go, kept the strain from being on her shoulders...other than the awkwardness of the angle.

It left her wide and vulnerable. His hands came to touch her ass, caressing, tracing with his fingers before giving it a vicious slap and he knelt down on one knee behind her to stare at that hot little cunt. He took his time in doing so, seeing it's puffy lips and wet slickness, and he knew his little girl wanted more. Perhaps this time her Father might provide her a little bit of incentive to be his. After all he had been rather selfish the entire time had he not? His tongue moved out of his mouth, tracing over the beautiful lips before he rammed it deep within. He pressed his face close, holding it there as he worked his little girl's flesh, tasting her for the first time. She was fucking honey on his lips. He sighed, long and hard, slipping that tongue down to taunt her hard clit...nails digging into the cheeks of her ass as he spoke, demanding of her.

"What does my little girl fucking want?"
 
Sarah hadn't dared to lift her gaze to look up to her Father, and her breath all but stilled as she felt his hand against her face. She thought for a moment that her face would be turned, and that her throat would be taken again. The girl's heart pounded a quickstep tempo in her chest, and Sarah swallowed as her father's hand traced her cheek. He caresses, stroked over her face, and slowly Sarah let herself sigh as she turned her gaze up to him. She almost dared to relax, her lips slipping up into a smile before he slapped her breast. Her smile broke and instead became a sharp gasp as she winced.

And yet, her Father went on, his voice soft and soothing as he promised her that she was not being punished after all... and that she had not quite even been punished as of yet. And with those words, he offered another sharp sensation of pain and twisted at her nipple. Biting into her lip, Sarah hardly noticed her Father's grip upon her arm to help her up, nor did she find herself resisting as she instead let her Father position her. He seemed to know his way around the contraption much better than she, and before long, the girl's Father had her bent down at the waist, and her arms lifted to grasp a bar, her wrists held securely in place.

A small mercy, perhaps. Sarah felt a ripple of trepidation as her legs were secured into place with tight leather belts. Secured in place, her legs askew and bent at this awkward angle, Sarah was completely exposed to her Father, showing just how dripping wet and needy that perfect little pussy was.

There was no doubt that her Father's domination of her throat had had an effect upon the girl. What should have reviled and disgusted her had left her hot, and wet beneath her panties, and her pussy was dribbling now, sweet and untouched.

Her reward seemed to be that hard, stinging slap to her ass. The poor girl could nearly feel the bright red hand print developing over pale white flesh. Gasping, Sarah's fingers tightened over the bar behind her, and she waited for another slap; she could not pull away, nor could she see behind herself, and the anticipation of not knowing what would come next terrified her for a moment. And then Sarah's body jumped at the first press of something soft. And then her Daddy's tongue stroked over the soft flesh of her pussy.

Sarah relaxed against his teasing tongue an instant before he plunged it into her.

Her moan was long and loud while her Daddy's talented tongue worked over her muscles, and Sarah closed her eyes while her voice carried in the basement. Of course, they were in no danger of being heard in the basement; they were snowed in besides, and the knowledge that nobody would hear her even if she screamed shivered through her, and Sarah's hips shuddered while her Daddy's tongue dragged down to her clit.

His lick to that sensitive little nub was enough to make her arch up, and the girls hips were caught beneath his nails as she gasped. It took a breath for her to make sense of her Father's words, but when she did, Sarah could not help but quiver as she swallowed hard.

"I want you to make me cum, Daddy..." she said in a soft, half ashamed voice. "I want you to be the first one who makes me cum... "
 
He could have made her cum with his tongue, with his fingers. Perhaps that would have been the easiest route. Perhaps that is what he should have done for her, to be kind to her and show her the gentlest of ways to have an orgasm with a man. Yet even though he loved her, even though he cared, he had shown he was not very kind. He had shown that he enjoyed forcing pleasure, pushing pleasure, taking it from a woman. He enjoyed that so much more than merely stimulating it and bringing them to a climax. She spoke her words as his tongue rolled languidly back and forth over her clit, hunching a tiny bit so he could have easier access to it. He suckled, he clamped his lips down, he lashed it....and he would give her the orgasm she deserved. Yet not with his tongue. He instead ended his motions with one final kiss to that hot little cunt and he stepped back and straightened upwards. Looking at her there was truly only one thing he could imagine doing with her. Well two to be truthful, but his little daughter had asked to be the first man she came with. He hardly doubted he was going to make her cum by taking her little backside. No...there was truly only one thing...

He mounted that tight little cunt.

That mammoth cock slowly traced it's head along the crack of her ass, moving so that he had to lower himself just slightly in order to get the angle right. His little girl was small, it required him to bend at the knee in order to find the proper entry. He adjusted, the tip finding that sopping wet entrance, and he whispered softly into the air..."Fuck, you feel...so fucking good...you beautiful little slut..." He said it with a snarl, the words coming free of his mouth as if he could not stop them.

He impaled her in that moment, his hands coming up to rest on the wood above her own, letting her curl her hands upwards to touch his forearms should she wish to do so. He rammed, slamming his hips against her ass, giving a small grunt of pleasure as he split her open. Nothing could stop him in that moment as he burrowed down deep inside of her. He took her virginity, took her final sacrifice to him, and he plowed his little girl. His finger nails dug into the edge of the wood, using it as a way to brace himself, jerking with every motion to slam into her. This was not sex, this was not fucking, it was a thorough destruction of her pussy. The echoes of his hips slapping against her ass resonated in the room, the only sounds his heavy breathing as he wrecked his little girl.

He would not stop, could not stop, not until he made her cum. His words confirmed it as he spoke, brutal and harsh as he whispered. "Go on slut, grip down on that cock, show Daddy what a good fuck you are. Make him never want one of those other bitches. You're better than they are, so much better. They're nothing next to you....grip tight, baby girl." He was riding her bareback, no protection between the two of them, nothing stopping him from cumming deep inside of her hot little hole.
 
Sarah might have believed that her Father would indeed be kind enough to let her cum withi his tongue. He seemed willing enough to lavish attention upon her clit, and make his little girl's body quiver. Even in her restraints, Sarah's body twitched and the girl was left gasping softly while her Daddy tormented her with lips, tongue, and with teeth. Her Father could have had her cumming in an instant if he desired. Instead, she felt him leave her, and Sarah was left panting quietly a moment while she tried to decide what he was doing, whether her Daddy was stepping away from her, perhaps finding a favorite toy upon the wall, or... or something...

She had never expected to feel something hard, and broad, and hot pressing between her legs. And for a moment, she lifted her head, not sure what it was that was touching her as she shuddered at the bare sensation against her flesh. And then she felt her Father's thick, heavy cock pressing against her entrance, threatening to breach her as those dark words trickled down to her ear. Sarah tensed, her head jerking around as something, jumped in her chest, some last ditch effort to save herself, and turn things around as her eyes flashed back, "Dad, wait--!"

All she saw was her Father's fingers grasping the wood above her, and Sarah gave a sudden choked scream as he filled her up. She should have expected it; the man had done the very same to her throat, claiming it without a bit of hesitation or care for her well-being. And her Daddy tore her virginity to shreds with that massive cock of his. Thick and long enough to dimple her belly, Sarah's body was forced to stretch to accomodate, the thickness of his girth filling her up completely as he pressed his hips against her ass. Tears gathered at her eyes again, and the girl felt suspended in time for a moment as she tried desperately to catch a proper breath.

Instead, her Daddy began to pound into her. Sarah felt the wooden stocks that she was strapped to vibrating as her Daddy gripped it and used it to help slam his cock inside of her. And Sarah felt every inch of his cock as he pounded inside of her, each blessed inch as it slid out of her and gave her some relief, only to pound back into her little pussy like some battering ram intent on destroying her.

It would only occur to her later, when she could think, that she would realize that her Daddy had been intent on doing just that. For now, the girl's screams echoed up the stairs, as unheard as she had feared they might be. Each hard thrust, and the wet sound of slapping was punctuated by a grunt or a cry from Sarah, her breasts swinging with each hard, pounding thrust from her Daddy. And each moment was utter torment, even as her Father growled out his words of encouragement.

She sobbed as he told her to grip him, and Sarah's body obeyed, even while her mind flew far away. Sensation was all she felt, each pounding thrust becoming sharper as Sarah's pussy tightened around her Daddy's cock, and sending a new sensation through her. Her hips lifted, and Sarah felt herself jerking forward while her Daddy pounded her, but the sounds of her cries were slowly changing. What had been sharped and pained were starting to warm as friction burned inside of her, and her Daddy thrust inside of her.

Forced to stretch around him, her first time would help mold her body to fit her Daddy's cock, making her the perfect sleeve for her Father's needs... And as the girl's head lowered again, the cries were becoming sharper, her voiced echoing as Sarah got lost in all else, but the pleasure that was overtaking her senses as he filled her up utterly.

"Daddy.... Daddy, fuck..." the girl cursed, her voice ragged with each hard pounding slam of her Father's hips. "I'm gonna... gonna cum... I'm gonna cum, Daddy..."
 
To remotely say that he could have held back at this moment would have been the biggest lie he'd ever uttered. Her Father was a dominant, he was a powerful man, he was a creature of strong willpower...and none of that mattered in the face of what was happening with his little girl. He had taken her, forced her open, breached her womb completely and in the course of it all he had taken her virginity. When he had begun all of this he had not thought about that fact, yet there it was now as he wrecked her young little pussy, that mammoth cock plowing her with a viciousness that could only be described as animalistic. The hands on the wood left and gripped round her waist, literally lifting her against him. It forced her legs to pull up against the straps, raising her a tiny bit at an angle, almost tilting the wood of the stocks as he pummeled her into submission.

And then she began to scream for him. At first he could tell it was pained and horrifying to her, no matter how willing she had been to offer herself up she had not been prepared by the sheer power of that initial penetration. Of her father's aggression. He was being exceptionally cruel with how he took her, but much like pulling a tooth when she was a child...he was of the opinion that you needed to just do it and get it over with. So he had mounted her, broke her, rode her with a ruthlessness that left him panting for air. There was little doubt that he was giving her his all, the full treatment of how he could be with a woman, and there was nothing quite like the intense brutal fucking of a woman to make your heart pound in your chest. Now though he readied her as those arms tightened around her belly and he grunted. His voice hammering down towards her.

"Fucking cum then, cum! Cum you fucking slut!" He adored talking to a woman like the depraved whore she was.

He got off on it.

This depraved whore was his little daughter though. There was so much more in the future for them, so much more that they would do together. He adored her ass and wanted to train it. He loved her tits and wanted to abuse them. He wanted to put her in so many positions, do so many things, hurt and abuse her until the end of time. For now though they had this moment and with her tightening around him and beginning to shake in her orgasm, screaming for him, praying for him....he had to answer the only way he knew how. He came as well. He groaned as he speared fully into her, holding her in the middle of their orgasm together, keeping every inch imbedded up into her fucking womb as he dumped his cum deep into her. My God she was fucking amazing.
 
There was nothing else for Sarah in that moment. Her Father's hands left the wooden stocks behind her, and instead grasped her waist, and he pounded viciously into her. His cock hammered inside of her, making her body stretch to accommodate that monstrous size, and fill her up completely. He ruined her, brutalized her body, and left her with nothing but the sensation of his cock pounding into her body, making her scream as her Father lifted her hips, and tilted her up to drive into her better.

The straps bit into her legs, and her shoulders burned as she cried out with every pounding thrust, and her screams echoed in the room, up the stairs, and possibly through the house, all to go unheard. Tears ran down her face, her hair was a tangled, sweaty mess, and her tongue was starting to hang as she panted for breath at every thrust, every slap of her Daddy's hips against her's while he fucked her and brutalized her all at once. And none of that mattered to the girl. For Sarah, there was only Daddy's dick, and how it drove her mad with pleasure, and made it overwhelm every sense, and every thought, until the man made her a creature of lust for his pleasure.

Given leave to cum, the girl could certainly not hold herself back; her Father was pounding into her just for that reason, because she had begged him to. And she continued to beg him, her cries begged him, her screams of growing pleasure as she felt her Daddy drive into her with all of his strength. And as she felt herself being shoved forcefully over that edge, sent flying off into a rush of pleasure as her body clenched tight around him, she never expected that her Daddy might cum too...

Or at least... that he might cum inside her little pussy.

Every muscle in Sarah's body had gone tense as the girl had finally came, every inch of her body clenching tight around her Father's cock as she screamed. And in perfect concert, she felt her Father's cock drive completely into her. Her body gave another final jerk, and she felt her Father's cock pulsing inside of her. Shoved deep into her, broken through the barrier of her cervix, Sarah felt her Father's cum filling her deep inside, and she knew in an instant that he was spilling that seed directly into her womb, and her sob was impossible to misplace.

"Oh no... no, Daddy..." the girl whined aloud, while her body continued to shudder and jerk. Her pussy tightened around her Daddy's pulsing cock, and she milked him for that seed that was spilling so deep inside of her, her pussy sucking it up eagerly even while Sarah gave a shuddering tremor and shook her head as she groaned.

"P-Pull it... pull it out, Daddy... Please... I don't want your cum in my pussy... Please..." she gasped quietly. "Pull out..."
 
Pulling out seemed like an impossibility at this point and he heard her begging, heard her words as the full weight of what they had done came down upon them and he smiled very slightly. Oh, it was something that he had not done and he looked down at her amazing rump as she shook. As she shuddered underneath him and slowly he slid out of her. He slid that thick monstrous cock free and with it came a dribble of cum that spattered down on the floor. God, he felt amazing at that moment, like a proverbial fucking divine being. His lips curled as he saw her open dripping hole, his cock shiny with their mingled lust, and he gave her bottom a hard slap in approval. His hand moved from a slap to mildly patting her as he began to undo the straps upon her. He had almost said something about their predicament, but he imagined that she was going to be upset regardless. No, it was best to just allow it to be for the moment. He had made her orgasm, he had made her cum so fucking hard, and he could not help but smile with pleasure at the fact that he had done so.

Perhaps his daughter might feel the same once she got over the fact that her Father had cum inside of her.

His fingers moved the wood out of the way, freeing her to stand up and balance herself before undoing the straps on her legs. It gave him time to admire the trickle of his seed coming down her thigh and he spoke rather frankly to her.

"I am going to go lay down. I doubt we're going to be leaving here for a few moments. After you get yourself together, shut and lock the door, and come lay down. Do not....," he paused, his eyes gazing down at her as he stood up. "Do not get dressed."

His lips pressed together as he gave the order and he turned to move away, his tall nude frame seeming completely at ease. He was at ease, that was the remarkable thing for now. He felt at ease, felt alive, as if things had worked out perfectly for them. This was the only solace that he ever had, a moment where he could feel at peace with himself. He knew his little girl would be troubled, but....he felt she would fall in line. He moved the covers off the bed, not even bothering to clean off his cock, and he lay down before covering up and waiting for her to come to him. Perhaps he would fall asleep as she got her act together, perhaps he would still be awake so that they could talk, it remained to be seen when she finally did come to him.
 
It felt as if her Father did have a modicum of mercy in him. And while Sarah could not think of whether her Father had done the same thing to other women, she knew that she simply did not have it in her to keep herself upright any longer... of course, her Father could have kept her there in those stocks as long as he liked; she was helpless to raise them from this awkward angle, and strapped in besides... And then of course, there was the sensation of her Daddy pulling his cock from her body.

The girl shuddered at the sensation of that huge length of flesh slipping out of her, a low moan echoing from her throat as her abused little pussy began to dribble her Father's cum down her thighs to splat upon the floor. She felt stretched, and aching, the haze of pleasure slowly leaving her mind as she trembled, only to give a jump, and a sharp sound as she felt her Father's hand slap against her ass. She remained tense as her Father's hands went over her, but slowly relaxed when she realized that the straps were begining to become undone.

Biting into her lower lip, Sarah could only wait until she was let up, and when she did straighten herself, the girl had to grip the stocks hard to keep from tumbling. Her legs felt like rubber, and her back ached as she slowly straightened it. Shoulders burning, and a distinctive aching developing in her legs, Sarah crossed her arms around herself, rubbing at her shoulders and massaging away soreness just as much as covering herself while her Father's eyes roved over her.

And then the man laid out the plan, what he was going to do, and what she was expected to do as well while Sarah stared at him. The normalcy in his tone, as if he were remarking upon the weather, or instructing her to bring food and blankets downstairs... And then to punctuate it, he told her to not get dressed.

Sarah's mouth opened with a small sense of shock, only to close again as her Father turned away from her. Effectively dismissed, her Father left her standing there to collect herself... And for a moment, Sarah truly didn't know what to do with herself. Looking around her, she felt as if she were waking from a dream, as if everything that had happened could be forgotten by the next morning... but then, there was the ache between her legs, the bruises her Father had left against her hips to mark her skin, the soreness in her throat... and the cum dribbling out of her body... her Father's seed...

Throat burning, and stomach twisting, Sarah had the sudden urge to steal into the other room, wrap a blanket around herself, and to climb the basement stairs to take a shower, and wash herself... And then after, as soon as she got the chance to leave the house, she needed to go buy some Plan B...

Gnawing at her lower lip, Sarah stood silently, not a single tear to roll down her cheek. There had been tears before, but they had come from pain more than anything. Sarah was not one to give herself over to hysterics.... And what had just happened...

Well, Sarah had asked for it. She could have run away at any time, but something had come over her, something had made her stay and obey her Father's demands... And while she could not change that, she.... Well, she would take things one thing at a time. First, she weighed whether she could slip upstairs without her Father knowing, and shower properly... Somehow, she doubted her Father would let her; he had told her to come to bed, and lay down with him...

And so... well, that was what she did. Sarah kept her arms wrapped about herself, and flipped the lights off as she left the room. Turning and sliding the doors back together, she secured the combination lock, and spun it as she took a slow breath. Quietly, Sarah padded to the opposite side of the bed. She was shivering now in the cold, and wanted nothing more than to pull back on the leggings as sweater... but her Father had told her not to dress...

Just the socks then, she decided. She didn't think he'd begrudge her wanting warm toes. Sitting upon the edge of the bed, Sarah slipped them on swiftly and lifted the sheets in such a way as to hide them as she curled up on her side... or tried to. Curling up as she was used to made her body ache, and Sarah winced as she slowly turned herself upon her back. Blankets up to her chin, she closed her eyes and tried not to think of what had just happened... It had been... intense... but it was wrong... and it couldn't happen again.
 
For him there was nothing to trouble him from going to sleep. He had fucked her, he had spoken to her, he had expressed his wishes, he had expected obedience. He had gotten all of that from her. It was remarkable in how it seemed to relax her Father, how he seemed so very soft and gentle as he lay there in the bed. The angular features seeming to have softened, seeming to give him a sultry look of utter satisfaction that had been lacking before in the face of his stark hungers. She was heaven incarnate, there was no doubt about that, and having found that heaven with her he closed his eyes and immediately fell to sleep. He did not worry about whether or not some form of anger would occur, whether or not she might take revenge with one of those items he had stashed in his little shed. No, he knew his girl already by heart and knew that she would give to him as he required of her. Knew that she would pay and offer up her flesh for him from this point forward...regardless of what she thought or how she felt on the matter.

There were so many more things to be done with her.

If he dreamt of them however, he did not remember as he slowly woke several hours later. He had moved close to her in his sleep, ensuring that they touched regardless of any motions of her own. The warmth of their bodies necessary, the needs of two human beings coming together and feeling whole in one another's embrace. There was little doubt however once he did wake that they would be going nowhere, just one look at the window showing that they were still snowed in. Still kept from leaving that home. Perhaps his daughter had realized a small little fact about that room when she thought about it, how he had turned on lights within it when there were none in a home that had lost power. Her Father had ensured that there was a small generator in there, for whatever purposes it was off the grid and not connected to the rest of the home.

Slowly he woke and leaned close to kiss her shoulder, caressing softly with his lips, the motions of someone who felt the other was important. He could have just started raping her, staring hurting her, but instead he showed her kindness and affection that he never showed the other women he was with. This was his daughter, this was his young little goddess. He would never hurt her....too much. He could feel himself stirring once more, hunger inside of him as he pressed closer, but he did nothing about it and instead whispered softly.

"You need to speak. I know you do. I am listening."
 
Curled up on her side, Sarah had fallen into a deep sleep, and little wonder why; the girl was absolutely exhausted after what her Father had put her through, and her entire body ached. Sleep was a welcome reprieve for her troubled mind. She dove into sleep, and into dreams, though they were vauge shadows and strange sensations. She hardly noticed that she was shivering in her sleep, and only relaxed when her Father's form pressed close to hers, and his warmth seeped into her. The bad dreams faded, and Sarah found a few hours rest. She didn't shift for the longest while, feeling warm and comfortable in her Father's arms. But when he shifted to kiss at her shoulder, the girl did finally stir. Her eyes opened, and she gave a slow stretch against him as she shifted in his embraces, only to sink back against him. She was warm, she was comfortable..... she felt safe as she closed her eyes, content to dream a little more.

At least, until she remembered what had happened. At least, until she remembered her Daddy cumming inside of her... Biting into her lower lip, Sarah held still, quiet as she felt her Father's lips travel down his shoulder, and felt his arms tug her closer to him. Caught up in his arms and so much smaller than his own large form, Sarah felt like a little girl again as she swallowed hard, knowing how easily her Father could pin her to the bed again.

And then he pressed close, and Sarah felt a shudder travel through her body as she felt his breath against her ear. Biting into her lower lip to keep herself from trembling, Sarah instead shifted against her Father as if she might be able to pull away from him...

"You..." she started, only to frown as she tried to turn her head. "Why were you looking at me... while you were touching yourself?" she asked with a frown. "I'm your daughter... Don't you have magazines, or... or something?"

She just wanted to look at him in truth, just be able to speak to him without him holding her so close... but it was clear that Sarah would be going nowhere, unless her Daddy let her.
 
He obviously had no intention of letting her go, that large frame holding her in place as he let their bodies mold to one another. He was domineering to be sure, possessive, but he had always been loving when it was required. A stern figure in her life. Right now though that tenderness was enabled to manifest as something else. As something beautiful and kind, a gentleness to it that had been lacking the evening before. No, the evening before he had been cruel to her, had demanded answers from her flesh. Now though, now he merely caressed and snuggled with the young woman. When she turned to look at him, to ask her question, he gave a small smile and looked down at her...moving up just slightly so that he could brace his hand against his head, propping himself up. It let him look down at her with those thoughtful eyes, finally giving a shrug.

"That is the least of your questions, but I imagine it's the one you felt wouldn't cause the biggest issue yes?" Her Father was always so perceptive, always able to see past anything that his little girl was doing. She herself knew she had only gotten away with lying to him a handful of times. His lips pressed together as he narrowed his eyes, letting himself trace over the lines of her face before finally speaking again.

"You were much better than magazines, but no I don't have any. I do have videos, but like I said...you were far better." He sighed, taking a deep breath, dropping the harshness in his features as he frowned. "I would say I am sorry, perhaps I am just the tiniest of bits, but we both know that it was something we enjoyed. You can say what you want, claim what you want, but you came...you begged, and we both needed it..." He shook his head just slightly, remembering the evening before and feeling a stirring below, the hardening of his cock. He might be able to control his emotions but the physical manifestation was much different as they both knew. His lengthening flesh brushed across her skin, but this time he made no move to demand her perform.

At least not yet.

Instead he asked a question of his own, searching her features as he whispered. "You obviously enjoy sex, I know you've done things with yourself....I've heard you masturbate before. Yet I always assumed you had done something with a guy or two...but I was your first. Why? Why did you turn down others...because I know those boys would want you."
 
Her Father clearly was not going to loosen his hold upon her. That was becoming more apparent by the moment as Sarah felt his hand stroking against her bare skin, and the involuntary line of goosebumps that erupted over her, making her squirm and shiver quietly. Swallowing hard as her Father shifted to look at her, Sarah nibbled at a sore spot in her mouth as her Father spoke to her, and and he told her that she was better than videos, and she remembered for a moment that he had also said that the other women he had been with...

Her thoughts were shattered as she felt her Father's stiffening length brushing against her, hard and hot again, and for a moment the girl had to wonder just how insatiable the man's needs were. His desire was evident, and pressing at the cleft of her ass, making her want to squirm in his grip. And then, her Daddy went on to remind her that she had begged for it, that they had both seemed to need it. It made her stomach tighten a little to hear the words, and she blinked as the man went on. Blue eyes widened, and the girl jerked her head around again to her Father when he told her that he had heard her... playing with herself once or twice... and for a moment, she was horribly embarrassed. Her face flushed red, and she dropped her gaze immediately as the man asked her why she turned the boys in her school down, and why she had been a virgin at sixteen.

It wasn't as if she hadn't had opportunities, or even occasions when she thought of it. It wasn't as if she hadn't been asked... There were formals at the school, events and functions that would have easily allowed her to get away with some young man, and spend an hour or two... well, doing things... But the simple fact of the matter was... Well, she had never been interested.

"I..." Sarah started before she sunk down under the blankets again. Pulling them up to her chin as if she could hide her embarrassment at talking about something so open, the girl shook her head quietly.

"I guess I... Well, the opportunities are there... I just... I never had the urge to do things with them, because... Well, they're idiots." It was a little blunt... but it was also the sad truth. "Most of them are just interested in getting drunk and high, and hooking up... then talking about it with all their idiot friends later. I just can't buy into that macho bull crap. I didn't want to be a notch on someone's belt, and I don't want guys at school to think that I'm open game just because I slept with Tom, Dick, or Harry once."

Shaking her head as she thought it over, Sarah gave a quiet sigh as she turned her gaze towards the wall again, "I didn't want to be on the school gossip board, or be bothered every day by horny guys just trying to get their jollies. High school is hard enough without sticking out like a sore thumb."
 
His body moved with her, feeling her motions and the way she shuddered against his frame. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but more than that she continued to impress him time and again. Where other girls would have reveled in the attention of the young men around them, his own daughter looked down on them. Where other girls would have accepted the accolades and wants, would have used them, would have made themselves more desirable...not his little girl. No, his little girl had scoffed at them and sneered at them...realizing that in doing so she would only become a tool for the boys around her, only become fodder for the social circles of the school. He could not express how proud he was of her that she had realized that very fact, and his eyes never stopped looking at her face to see every emotion she was exuding. Oh she was explaining herself but he wondered deep down if the truth was more primal for his little girl. If it was something much more simple.

That she had merely been waiting for him.

His voice was low and languid as he continued tracing those fingers along her flesh, the tips moving slowly to travel along her spine and then back up to curve over her side and up along the curve of one bosom. This time he was being so gentle, so loving, the nails the only hint of danger...a tickle as he whispered softly. "Do you know what that means, baby...Daddy will always be your first, Daddy will be the man who made you a woman. You have no idea how much that....means to me."

He said the words solemnly, because at first they had intended to be a tease. At first he had intended to be something taunting towards her. A playfulness to them to push for more of her. Yet instead they came out like a hammer blow, relentless just as much for him as they were for her. He could feel her shaking, her uncertainty as she held herself beneath the blankets and he realized that she was important to him. Much more important than any woman he'd ever touched, and that he would toss aside anyone just to be with her. That he would never have wanted another.

Having taken her virginity had meant so much more...it had meant he had claimed her. He caught his breath at the very idea, his eyes dark as he felt that stirring but it was mingled with so much more. With his love for her, and his fingers slowly slid down to caress over her belly as he whispered.

"Touch me."
 
There could be no true way for her to understand just what it was to have her Father's approval in this fashion. She had made her choice about other boys a long time ago, telling herself that she would consider dating when she found her peers had a little more maturity, or had at least figured out that it was better to not kiss and tell. It had seemed to her a good way to avoid a lot of unnecessary heartache, and a good way to keep herself out of the gossip circles... Though she knew already by now that she would never tell anyone about this little venture, or about how her first time had gone...

Nor would she tell anyone that her Father seemed intent on touching her again. The gentleness teased across sensitive skin, the tips of them stroking over the curves of her body, his nails tickling at her flesh. And as he touched her and teased her, Sarah could feel goosebumps erupting over her bare flesh, chasing her Daddy's fingers as he dragged them over her skin. Sarah's breath shuddered in her throat, and the girl could feel the trembling travel from her head, all the way down to the tips of her toes as her Father tormented her. And when he finally began to stroke his fingers lower, his voice and words craweled through her skull, and echoed in her mind as she took a tremulous breath, and closed her eyes.

Her Father touched her like he owned her... but also like he loved her, as if she were to be revered in some way that she couldn't fathom. He had been so rough with her before, and now... Well, now Sarah wasn't sure just where she stood as she felt herself drawn back against his broad chest. Face coloring red with growing embarrassment, the girl squirmed against him as he stroked her flesh, and she became more and more aware of that thick, throbbing piece of heated flesh against the cleft of her ass. She squirmed slowly before him, and as she felt him trapping her in his arms and running his fingers over her belly, she knew that she could not argue with the man.

Instead, the girl swallowed the lump of nerves in her throat, and her fingertips slid down. Her Father's command hadn't been specific, but she knew what he wanted as she drew her fingers down and stroked along his thigh, before she ran her fingertips up again. They curled along his length, too large for her to close her hand completely, and Sarah swallowed the tightness in her throat as she squeezed at that thick heaviness behind her while her face filled with color again. Her heart pounded in her chest, skin far too sensitive to her Father's touch as he stroked along her body. And as her fingers began to stroke against him, drawing her fingers along his cock in long, slow pulls, Sarah bit into a full lower lip and did what she could to keep her heart from pounding too loudly.

"We should stop doing this..." Sarah said in a softer voice. "I'm your daughter... This isn't something you do to your daughter..."

At least... it wasn't usually. Sarah wasn't used to someone overwhelming her with pleasure, nor was she used to someone taking full control of the situation. But then, her Father seemed to have it well in hand as he always did. And all Sarah could do was count herself lucky to come along for the ride.
 
Yes indeed his daughter knew him well and she knew exactly what he wanted her to do. His cock flexed inside of her palm, the heavy shaft filled with need, the shaft which had pummeled her before their rest. Time was meaningless down in this basement with her, the windows covered with snow, the sound of the howling wind and nothing but the two of them in the dark beneath the covers. It was a time that was meaningless, a limbo, and there was nothing but the two of them together in that moment. The touch becoming mutual as his hand slid down her stomach to trace over the small line of her inner thigh and then back up to cup between the crook of them. She would adjust her body or she would not, it did not matter to the fingers that were taking hold of her....his middle finger and index finger held together to place at the tip of her sex...rolling just slightly so the he could begin working her hard clit. He took his time, wanting to revel in this with her, wanting her to experience that pleasure by choice in this moment. Yet she spoke and he answer her words, his head lowering down to kiss her throat as he spoke.

"Oh angel, I know you are...I know you're my daughter. Don't you see it yet, don't you understand...," he whispered softly in a hiss as his cock tightened, aching. "You are so special to me, you are mine....and none of them, none of those fucking bitches, will ever...ever be...you..."

His eyes blazed as he said those final words, raising up just slightly so that he could nudge her cheek...the motion so many made when they wanted someone to look up at them. His body kept himself close, the velvet head brushing against her young ass, but he wanted something more. He wanted something that he realized he had not truly done with her. When she looked up at him, when he finally had her attention, he leaned down and slowly kissed those full lips. The demand was there, but this time there was something more than just control and more than just a loving father. It was intimacy, it was two lovers kissing, his tongue coming out to touch her lips and open them up. His arm round her pulled her closer to him as he established that for the moment he was not planning to hurt her, though such a thought might be pleasing to him...

...though he imagined what he had in mind would make her suffer, at least a little bit.

His hips moved just the tiniest of bits as she stroked him so that he could lower himself, maneuver himself into a position which had him closer to her. Tightening against her bottom but actually up between the cheeks of her ass, the motion angling him so that the head actually pressed against her young little rear. He shuddered imagining raping her at that moment, the eyes hard and dark as the kiss broke and he just stared down at her and he whispered. "I've had your mouth...I've had your cunt...go on, angel, push back...Daddy wants to have everything that you are. Go on...just...just the tip, my little girl."

Daddy was such a fucking liar.
 
Sarah did tighten her legs when her Daddy touched her, but the movement was impulsive, and when his fingers pressed deeper between her legs, over a sex shaved smooth and hairless, the girl could not help the first tremulous moan that slipped out from parted lips. The girl's face was flushing red, and her body squirmed against her Father's for a bare moment before her legs opened the slightest bit to give his fingers room to slip between her legs to torment her at his leisure. And with his lips like a brand against her throat as he kissed along her neck, Sarah could only mewl helplessly as she felt herself begining to surrender to him, and to pleasure.

He dripped poison into her ears, and she felt all the more inclined to listen, soft, tiny mewls escaping her throat, and punctuating his dangerous words to her while he tormented her.

And when her Father pressed her face upwards, she looked towards him with a face painted with shame and need in equal measure. Her lips parted, eyes deep and blue with her desire, the girl panted until her Father leaned down to claim her mouth. She gave a low sound as he kissed her, and as she tasted her tongue against her lips, she was helpless to do anything but open up and offer herself to him. Sarah gave a low, quiet sound as he tugged her against him, and she let her eyes slide closed as he shifted against her. Heart pounding, a soft mewl escaped her throat as she felt her Daddy shifting behind her. When he drew back from her with a wet sound, Sarah was left gasping as she lay in the wreckage of her defenses. They had crumpled around her with such ease that it had been dizzying, and Sarah was left panting with her Daddy's cock pressed against her ass. His command echoed in her mind, cajoling and demanding all at once, and Sarah bit into her lower lip as a sudden and absurd thought echoed in her mind at his words.

"Just the tip...?" Sarah repeated as the faintest of smiled colored her lips. "Just to see what it feels like?"

Biting against the urge to giggle aloud, Sarah instead took a slow breath, and shifted her hips back. She felt her lips parting again as she felt the hard, thick bluntness of her Daddy's cock pressing harder against the tight little ring of her untouched ass, and a part of her mind demanded to know what she was doing. It quickly shut up as her body reached back to hold her Daddy steady against her, as she began to press herself back a little more, until he began to push through that tight little barrier.

"H-help me, Daddy..." the girl begged in a soft, gasping voice. "You're so huge..."
 
His ego did not need the stroking, obviously he knew the size that he was. Knew exactly the kind of cock he had. He had wrecked women across the nation and he had never not impressed them. Most men would preen but her Father was far past that. That was not what made him happy in that moment, that was not what made him pleased at her words, no...he much rather enjoyed the fact that she was asking for help. Wanted him to help her as she struggled to take him inside of her. He slowly leaned in and kissed her cheek once more, nuzzling, the feeling of him breathing out at how good she felt. At how soft. Oh, he wanted to do so, but he also knew that he did not want to hurt her...not overly. So his hand moved, his hand came down between them and he took her hand...moving it so that her fingers were right below his cockhead.

He himself trembled at that moment, already knowing his intentions even though his little girl did not quiet yet and he whispered softly to her. "Now then, hold tight, wrap your hand around....that's it, good girl...good...just hold tight...," he shivered before finally asking, if any of this was a question truly. "Are you ready?"

He moved one arm, wrapping it around her waist as the other moved up and underneath her head so that he could slide to cup one of those heavy breasts that he fucking loved. There underneath the covers they got situated, they got comfortable, and he adjusted his hips against her so that they were properly positioned. He was solicitous the entire time as he kept her there, holding back, feeling her fingers caressing and tightening. It would serve, it would serve well as a guard from going too far inside of her...and when he was ready his arms flexed, his body moved, his hips pushed...and he took her. He took her, completely popping the head of that fat cock inside of her ass. Feeling the muscles open and then flex around his circumsized head...moving over the crown and then clamping back down. Only stopping when he reached the fingers that prevented him from going deeper.

He did not cover her mouth, no, not in the slightest did he want to inhibit the noises and sounds of his little girl. He just lay his head next to hers after that first thrust, his cock leaking precum into her hot little ass, and he closed his eyes as he listened to her beautiful music...
 
Her Daddy was so good to her, to help her when she asked for it. It took only the simplest of requests before Sarah found her Father drawing her in close in those strong arms of his, his lips at her cheek as he drew her hand down. Sarah grasped her Daddy where he guided her hand, and her fingers gripped him, squeezing firmly at him as he instructed her. She felt herself taking a small breath as her Daddy asked whether she was ready and giving a small nod, the girl took a breath.

"I'm ready," she promised, knowing that she was far past the point of no return.

Her Daddy's arms encircled her, drawing her tight against his chest as she felt one of his hands coming up to grasp her breast. Shifting her hips, Sarah held herself open so her Daddy could hold her against his body and press that thick, heavy cock into her hole. There was a moment's pain, a stiffening as Sarah felt her body being forced to give way. Her Father's grip never faltered, but his cock was utterly huge, and Sarah's first instinct was of course to tighten against his intrusion. Still, even if she fought, there was nowhere she could do.

Her Father held her tight in his grip, and she was trapped in his grip as his hips pressed forward. She felt that thick cock's head pressing against the ring of muscles that was her entrance, before he shoved his way through. The ring opened, only to squeeze tight around him as he began to push into her body.

He filled her utterly, stretching Sarah's little body open in a way that was so much different than the frantic pace in which he took her earlier. Now, she was given leave to savor every ache and agony as her Daddy pushed deeper into her, and her lips stretched wide as she felt him stretching her open. Her initial cry was sharp and loud, but tapered off to gasping moans as she felt her Daddy pushing his way deeper inside of her, once more shaping her body to suit his needs... until he touched her hand. It was there he stopped, leaving the girl to shudder in his grip.

Low sounds that were somewhere between helpless gasps, and breathless moans slipped from Sarah's lips, and she laid there a moment, limp in his arms as she rested her head back against her Father's chest. Her own Daddy's cock splitting her ass open, Sarah trembled as she bit into her lower lip, only to shift her hips slowly, the movement making her tremble.

"Daddy...." the girl breathed in a low voice, her body shuddering as she glanced back to her Father as he held her in his grip. "You're so big inside me..."

Her tongue ran slowly, deliberately over full lips, and Sarah turned her eyes up to him to meet his dark gaze, while her fingers carefully stroked her Father's length, and ran up and down the inches yet to sink inside of her.

"I want more, Daddy..."
 
She wanted more and he was more than happy to give it, but he knew deep down what she truly wanted. His little girl had responded to him in the stocks, had shown him that she was willing, had given up her flesh rather happily after he had forced it upon her. This gentle aspect, this exploration, that was just the next phase...that was just him easing her into something else. No, when she said she wanted more what she really meant was that she wanted to take it...to fucking be destroyed. He could feel her young ass gripping him, feel every inch of his cock pulsing already, and he knew that he owned her in that moment. She might hate him, she might eventually revile him for what he did to her in the darkness of that basement, but the truth was that she would always remember him in the moments when she truly felt pleasure. Always think of him, always know that her Father had been her first in every way a woman could be had. There was so much more for them to explore, so many things for them to do, but for now...for now there was this, and here she was asking for more.

So he fucking gave it to her.

She was so tiny underneath him, but he rolled her over and mounted her. Rolled her over and pressed her face down into the pillow. It was not that he was worried about anyone hearing her screaming, but more he wanted to hear the muffled sound of her pain. Wanted to actually hear her suffering in that way. His body braced her, legs on the outside of her thighs as he pressed them together so that she was as tight as he could fucking make her. His eyes already burned, his features feral as he lowered his head and inhaled the scent of her hair. Even in all of that motion he had not pressed past anything else other than that couple inches of cock head...and then he reached back, bracing himself so he could do so and he gripped her wrist. One wrist in each hand that he jerked up so that her arms were pinned to the bed. She was completely trapped, completely his...

...and he took her. He took her, forcing her open, pressing his cock inside. This was no longer gentle teaching, this was the full rape of his little girl's asshole. He broke her as he pressed every inch of that monster cock into her little bottom. His hips shoved down until he reached fully within her, slapping up against her ass cheeks, and then again...each stroke brutal and vicious, blows designed to cause suffering. That was what he wanted at the moment, to make his little girl suffer, and he did an amazing job as he began to impale her ass with sharp vicious thrusts. His voice hissing softly..."Take it all, go on, fucking take it all."
 
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