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Father Knows Best (Dawn Dearest & Tyr)

Elixa just shrugged at his first comment. Without a second thought, Elixa turned her head into his touch, her hand still loosely held the neck of the beer bottle. She closed her eyes briefly then opened them, her eyes looking up at him.

Suddenly her cheeks went red and she moved away from him, busying herself by kneeling down and going through her bag. She glanced up at her father and licked her lip, then pulled her lower lip in between her teeth.

Uhm, thanks, I think.

She said slowly, still kneeling on the ground.
 
Elixa pulled away, kneeling to go through her bag. Alex stood close by watching her, while he thought of just how good a fuck her mother used to be. That bitch had a body that just wouldn’t end, and a very eager willingness for sex. Maybe there was some of her mother in her, and not the witch that she became.

What you don’t want a guy telling you, you look sexy?

He again chuckles at her discomfort.

Girl, you’re a hot looking bitch! Shit with a fucking bod like that, all the guys must want a piece of that ass.

And he almost slipped and said he was going to enjoy fucking it.
 
Elixa stood up quickly, and looked at her father, still blushing she shrugged slightly. Setting the empty bottle down next to his first one, she shook slightly then looked around, obviously very nervous.

I'm not accustomed to being told that, is all...

Of course, she had heard it many times, but mainly when they said that when they wanted something, looking up at her father she tilted her head. Her eyes went wide suddenly.

The only guys that wanted anything from me, were Tony and Dave

She narrowed her eyes at her father.
 
Alex moves closer, his hand reaching out and touching her upper arm.

Shit girl, you gotta learn what you got. A body like yours most guys would be drooling for a chance to fuck you.

Alex words were crude and lewd, but that was just the way he was, rough around the edges. He’d really never cared to say things nicely and sweetly or with a consideration for political correctness.

You start wearing the right things, and learning how to get a guy's attention and you’ll have them wrapped around you finger in no time.

His hand continued to touch her upper arms, gently running up and down it as he talked.

Of course I love you for just you.

His thoughts of course were how nice she would looked naked and tied to his bed.
 
At first Elixa was okay with his touch, she didn't mind it really, of course that could be the three beers in her system. Her blush soon spread down her cheeks, to her neck, to her chest. She licked her lips slowly, and looked away from him. She figured she better become accustomed to her father speaking to her this way. Suddenly she jerked away from him, hearing him say she could have them wrapped around her finger.

Maybe I don't want to have them wrapped around my finger.

She ignored his last comment, she really didn't believe that, seeing as he never told her anything like that before, when she came to visit, why should she believe him now. She narrowed her eyes at him then turned around so her back was to him, and pretended to be fixing something on her shirt.
 
The softness of her skin, the warmth of her body doesn’t go unnoticed to Alex, until she suddenly jerks away. She turns and faces away from him, which pisses him off, as he was beginning to enjoy the closeness. So he just follows her, standing behind her now placing his hand on her shoulder.

So you like when a guy takes charge, do you?

His daughter definitely was full of surprises, and the more he saw the more he knew he must have her. The thought and image of her naked body squealing beneath coming as he touches her.

I’ve always appreciated a woman that knows how to submit.

The tone shows his growing enthusiasm for the conversation.
 
Elixa shivered at his touch, she slowly turned around so she was facing him. Listening closely to him she jerked suddenly, her face flushed. Backing away from him she wasn't sure how she should react to her father's comment, she hadn't said that, nor made the insinuation of it.

I--I never said that...

She said shakily, as she backed away from him, at least five steps away she stopped and watched him, shuddering she couldn't believe his second comment. Her green eyes were wide now as she stared at him
 
As she retreated and stepped back, he just continued to advance. Closing the distance as he leers at her, his hand still reaching out.

Don’t go I’m not done with you yet. I know exactly what you need.

Still smiling, he tries to corner her, so she has no escape path. Moving slowly and methodically, though he was ready if she tried to run.

Don’t worry; I know what type of girl you are. You’re just like your mother, and I know how to deal with that. Daddy just wants to get closer to his girl.

The thought so much more comes to mind, as he wonders how much like her mother she would be. Though he hated his ex, for most of their relationship she was a great fuck. Most likely the things that made his ex a raving bitch, also made her an excellent fuck buddy. Either way he was going to find out soon enough how much daughter was like mother.
 
Just like he wanted, Elixa backed up into the wall. She stared at her father, fear filling her eyes. Slowly she looked to the right then the left, she quickly moved to go to the right. She was terrified now. What was he doing? Okay, she'd seen this before, but mainly from movies, or boyfriends doing this to their girlfriends. She shook softly as she moved.

I--I don't need anything....What are you doing?

She continued moving towards the right, she then bolted.
 
The tattooed arm sticking out of the blue jean vest jumps out and grabs her by donned t-shirt. His fingers wrap the material up between them as his muscled arms flex and drag her closer. Even with one hand aggressively holding her the other reaches out and caresses her face.

I’m touching you, I like the way you feel.

Now their bodies were close, he was almost pressing against her, as he answered her questions. Though the fire and lust that now burned in him, wouldn't wait much longer. He wanted her, and wanted her now. The whole days frustration now had a solution.

What you don’t like the way I touch you?
 
Elixa cried out in shock, as soon as he had her close to him, she looked up at him, her face, against her better judgement, turned into his hand. When he spoke she jerked back, trying to get free. She whimpered softly, jerking to the side, she didn't care if her shirt ripped. She was under the influence, he shouldn't be touching her. At least not like this.

She looked up at her father shaking softly. Her eyes were wide, with fear, and confusion.

You're my father, you...shouldn't be touching me...you're drunk.

Excuses that's what those were.
 
The girl seems to respond, then turns and tries to jerk away. Holding her tight the shirt tears, exposing a portion of the bikini below. She of course confronts him on his actions, trying to explain the moralities of his actions. Alex free hand just slaps her across the face, so he has her attention.

What you’d rather me hit you? Well don’t you worry I can do that too. If you don't like the nice way I touch you.

His eyes could see her tit half covered beneath the torn shirt and held tightly by the bikini. Involuntarily he licks his lips watching the breast wiggle and shake. Damn she had a nice rack.

Why don’t you come over here and show your daddy that you want to be friendly and not a cold bitch, like your mother.

His hand again reaching out to touch her, but this time in the center of her chest, the fingers slowly trailing down, between her mounds.
 
Hearing the tear Elixa inhaled sharply, thank-god she hated this band. When his hand connected with her face she screamed tilting her head to the side, she let her hair cover her face, and the tears smarting in her eyes. Slowly she looked up at him, her lips in a pout.

P...please don't.

It was a plea, a whispered plea. But a plea all the same she stared at her father, she shook softly wishing for an escape. Whimpering she listened to her father speak.

No.

A defiant little burst of energy gave her the strength she need to rip the rest of her shirt off of herself, and move away from him, skirting the couch, she began towards the door.
 
If she’d really looked there were no windows in this room, and the only widows that this place did have had bars on them. Her whimpering and plea ignored by the fire that now burned in him. The shirt tore, he had nothing but a ripped piece of cloth as she bursts towards the door, her breasts now only covered by a small bikini. Dropping the tattered garment he turns, and tackles her as she attempts to skirt the couch.

Oh I don’t think your going anyplace, especially since I’m not done with you.

Attempting to drive her down, couch or floor didn’t matter. He was on top of her as rode her down, his weight her worst enemy. Her attempt at escape the perfect catalyst for him, so like an animal he moves to capture his prey. Muscles flex, he works to restrain her.
 
Feeling his weight against her, she fell to the floor screaming as her body thudded against the floor. Laying there on her belly she shook softly against the cold floor. She winced in pain, her stomach killing her from her slam into the floor. Squirming she tried to break away, at least she was making a feeble attempt.

Get off of me!

She yelled trying to knock him off of her. God, why is he doing this? she thought. Elixa whimpered feeling tears brim in her eyes, she shook her head.
 
Getting her pinned between the couch and floor, Alex continues to use his greater size and weight to keep her from getting up or escaping. He’d gotten her from behind, so she was now face down, with him behind her. His knee comes up jamming its way between her legs, as one hand grabs her by hair, the other just helping hold her prone.

Sure baby, I’m going to get off.

Pulling her head by the hair with one hand, the other now slides around; touching one of her tits through the bikini.

I’m going to enjoy getting off on a sexy girl like you.

If she continues to yell and stream, he just slaps her again.
 
Elixa cried out suddenly when she felt his knee. Shaking she whimpered wishing he would stop, yes her body was reacting readily to him, but her mind didn't want this to happen. Shaking she struggled to get away, It's probably from the alcohol in his system. she thought as she struggled.

Elixa screamed when he pulled her head by her hair. Her hands immediately flew up to her head. Her body shook roughly, even though she was against this, her body responded, her nipples had hardened against her bikini top, either from the cold floor, or from him touching her she didn't know. All she knew was that she had to find a way to get him off of her.

Please.....leave me alone!
 
His knee wedged between her legs, his hand begins to grope and kneed her breast, while the other hand holds her hair tightly, restricting her ability to move. Quickly his hand pulls aside her bikini top, so his rough hand feels her without impediment. The bikini top still tied on sits above her tits, as he continues to roughly handle them, the nipple occasionally trapped between his fingers as he plays with her.

Still pressing her against the floor he ignores her pleas, and just continues to enjoy her body.

You do have nice titties, your mother had a nice ones too. She liked it when I played with her nipples, do you like your nipples played with?

His finger and thumb capturing her nipple between them, rolling and turning it as he talked.

You like it rough baby, your mommy did?
 
Elixa could feel the tears in her eyes beginning to sneak out of the corners. Gasping she jerks as much as she can, letting go of her hair with her one hand she goes to grab his, trying to pry him off of her. Inhaling sharply, her chest jerked back, as she arched slightly. Still shaking, she whimpered softly, knowing he would eventually find the piercing between her breasts.

While her one hand tried to pull his hand off of her hair, her other went down to the floor, holding her up, so her back wouldn't begin to spasm. She refused to answer his question, knowing her nipples were hard, she closed her eyes tightly, wishing her body would quit responding to his.

The way he spoke of her mother was making her upset, her face flushed in anger.

Don't talk about her like that!
 
He continued to pull as her breasts, groping them aggressively, as she jerked and shifted in an attempt to escape. The perky little nipple felt good between his finger and thumb as he twisted, pulled and turned it. Finally satisfied he lets it escape, and move his hand across to the next tit. Only to pass over a piercing lodge between her breasts, he smiles.

You got any other surprises baby?

The hand cupping the other tit, as his fingers dig in. His head was so close to her, his hot breath cascading through her hair as he forces himself on her.

Oh, you want to protect her now. She might be a fucking nun now, but when we were together, she was a hot piece of ass. Fuck she was a biker babe; we didn’t know each other ten minutes, and she had my cock in her mouth.

He yanks back her head by hair.

You like to suck cock, baby? You a good cocksucker like your mommy?
 
None that you need to know of

Elixa said through clenched teeth as she tried to calm down, she had to get away from him. He was her father for god's sake. Her body shuddered when he moved his hand finding her piercing. One of the few piercings she had hidden. If her hair was pulled to the side, a piercing at the back of her neck would be found, a straight barbell with the same balls on the end as he tongue ring. Her final piercings that were hidden, were on her hips at the front of her body. The piercings were on her right and left hip.

Eyes narrowed she ignored his touching her as best as she could even with her body responding to him.

I said don't talk about her---

She was cut off by her own scream, when her head was yanked back, she looked at him from the corner of her eye. Her breathing coming quickly. She didn't answer his final question.

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Don’t worry baby your mommy she knew what to do. I sponsored her initiation into the gang, that first night she showed me just how talented she was. Shit, so the next night everyone got a crack at her, and you know what baby, she was begging for more. That’s the kind of girl you mommy used to be.

Now he uses the hand wrapped through her hair to jamb her head against the floor, securing it between the couch and floor. Letting go of her tit, he gives each of her breasts a good slap.

Don’t worry baby, by the time I done with you, I’ll know everything about your body.

Another slap to each of her tits before his hand moves on. Never asking permission, he just explored her vulnerable body. Sliding over her body, it travels the length of her body, making its way to her thrashing legs. The course skin of his hand rubs the backs of her legs, moving closer and closer to the back of her thighs. The leg between her legs shifts and moves with her grinding against her shorts.
 
Elixa whimpered hearing him talk about her mother like that. As much as she disliked her mother at the moment, she didn't like the way he talked about her. It was uncalled for, even if she had done bad things to him, he didn't need to talk about her like that.

Emily's head had turned to the side, she cried out in pain seeing stars when he put her head on the floor. Her neck piercing was revealed now at least at an angle it was. She whimpered softly as she tried to move.

Elixa cried out with each slap, her body jerked as she tried to free herself. Using one of her legs she attempted to bring it up to hit him. Little goosebumps rose on her skin at his touch.
 
As his hand rose up the back of her leg, the course skin against her soft flesh touching and kneading as it went. Across the back of her thigh, the hand moves till it also reaches her shorts. Her leg comes up but the angle offers no real way for her to put power behind it so it’s simply deflected. Still using his weight, he pulls his knee out from between her legs, and places it across the back of one of her legs. To punish her for her, his hand gives up it momentary exploration and slugs her leg, a knuckle protruding, knowing it would leave a bruise.

Do that again, and I promise it will hurt worse.

Now with the new angle his eye catch the glint of the silver studs buried in her neck.

Well look at that more surprises. Shit girl you are turning out to full of them. I always liked when a girl proved she was wilder than most, willing to be different. A nice tattoo or a good piercing are always sexy. What guy doesn’t like a good tramp stamp or tongue piercing.

The hand now begins to knead the cheek of her ass. Rubbing the pants as he talks to her.
 
Whimpering as he touched her, Elixa struggled, her hips moving as she tried to squirm away. Feeling his fist hit her, she screamed in pain, her eyes closed tightly as tears fell down her cheeks. Realizing he saw her neck piercing she whimpered again, when he spoke, she was grateful he couldn't see the piercings in her hips.

She whimpered suddenly when part of her shorts hit her piercings. She had only gotten them a week ago, so they were still fresh and easy to get hurt. Jerking she attempted to move her shorts, in a subtle attempt to make it look like she was only moving. Her belly ring she had had for almost two years now.

She could feel the cool metal of each piercing on her flesh which only caused her to shudder even more.

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