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Daddy, I'm Sorry! (Tyr x Katy1008)

Even though she was expecting it, Harley was surprised. Her Dad came hard, harder than any guy she could remember. Most of the guys she was fucking though probably got off multiple times a week. When was the last time her dad had been with someone? And she had never heard him groan like that before... and animal pleasure. And she was surprised by how much cum there was. She managed to keep her lips wrapped around his shaft as he spasmed again and again, but as her mouth filled she could feel it starting to leak from the corners a little.

Keeping her hands on his legs, she sat back a little on her heels, and tipped her head back, and looking up at Mark...looking up at he Dad... she opened her mouth. His cock rested - although it could hardly be called ‘at rest’ - on her lower lip, the head still in her mouth. The pool of cum in her mouth grew and she felt it slowly running down the side of her face either side of her mouth. She watched him enjoy his moment of pleasure. She was happy. She was happy as any daughter would be that he Dad was enjoying himself but maybe more than that she was happy that she had brought a man like him to such a point. She had fucked a lot if guys for her age but they had not really been experienced men by comparison. Mark was in a different league and she’d managed to do this.

As she sat back she could feel her own wetness between her legs, the top of her thighs slick. An hour ago when she had agreed to the threesome she had wanted to do for so long she could never have imagined that this is where it would have finished up. She had been in her element with Paul’s cock in her mouth and Mikey in her pussy; she had loved feeling both of them pushing her onto each other. But this was altogether different. Altogether. And whilst she was a little nervous about the ‘what next’, she didn’t want this day to end.

She moved her mouth a little as Mark slowed, closing it over the head using her lips to caress it. A little more cum ran down the sides of her face and her chin as she did so, dripping onto her tits but the majority of it stayed in her mouth as she kept looking up at the man towering over her. Not just her dad. A strong, powerful sexy man. A man absolutely in control which was something she suddenly realised she was craving. But still her dad.
 
Sex with love was meaningful, sex with passion was exciting, but sex with a willing slut was even better, as far as Mark was concerned. Now if it could have passion and love with it, well that was the best life could hope offer a man like him. He knew he loved his daughter, but he hoped to love his daughter slut even more, if that were possible. Looking down at her, she held his cock he felt not only because he demanded her too, but because she wanted to. If she truly was the slut he thought she was, than this would be far from the last time her mouth would be full of his cock and jizz. Watching her, there wasn’t disgust or horror at what they had done, there seemed to be the exact opposite that she wanted more, and that’s exactly what he wanted. A slut was something you wanted to enjoy over and over again, and Mark had every intention now of fully using this little slut.

Open your mouth slut! Swirl that fuck cum around, you earned it, it’s all yours. Savior that fucking taste because there is a lot more where that came from.

With greedy lust filled eyes, he looked down upon her hot sexy body, and knew that he had to have her, in every way and in every hole. There wasn’t any doubt or concern about what he was doing was wrong, in fact it was the exact opposite, he knew this was precisely what he should be doing. All the past, playing the perfect father was gone, now he was going to be the kind of man his daughter really needed and wanted. He stroked her hair, like she was some obedient pet, approving of her performance, and yet it was affectionate and caring. There was a definite dichotomy in the way he strong handled her and yet rewarded her, for this really was a new kind of relationship forming between them. His finger dipped down to some of the drooling slime, capturing it and bringing it up to her mouth.

Suck on my finger, and swallow slowly, a little bit at a time.

When she was done, his finger would retrieve more, making her take her time to enjoy the results of their lust. The whole time he stared down at her watching, observing and even smiling when she did as she was told. Mark was enjoying this intimate moment of feeding his slut, his fingers playing and teasing as she fed on his seed, a truly depraved father daughter bonding moment.
 
Her mouth full, she had a limited ability to communicate. Kneeling. Head tipped back. Eyes open, gazing up at Mark. A supplicant in every way. She may not have been able to beg verbally, but her posture and her position effectively pleaded in silence. Even if her mind...her conscious mind hadn’t quite caught up, her body, the position she took told Mark everything he needed to know. This was what she had been craving. She didn’t fully know what ‘this’ might become, but she knew that the way she felt at that moment was what she had been missing in her sexual relationships of the past. Her tits heaved visibly and she breathed through her nose... a little quicker than normal. Her heart pounding. Hearing him say that there was more to come...more where that came from... it wasn’t over. He wasn’t finished with her.

As his large rough hand came to her head, she didn’t pull away. Quite the reverse. She loved the feel of it. And as his finger came round and the rich familiar voice spoke words so completely unfamiliar... so alien to a normal father daughter relationship... she did what she was told, The supplicant. The submissive. Closing her mouth around his finger. She swallowed. And swallowed again. She saw the hint of the smile starting to appear. She swallowed again before he withdrew is finger, collected more of his seed and then slipped it back into her mouth. She began to smile back, letting his finger move slowly... licking...sucking gently...savouring.... moaning softly. All the time looking up at him and otherwise remaining still.

Silently she hoped that this wasn’t going to end anytime soon. She wanted him to educate her, to give her experiences that no-one ever had, that possibly no-one her own age ever could show her.
 
Mark’s immediate hunger had been satiated, well sort of, looking down at the young thing suckling on his finger; he could even now feel it beginning to return. All the holding back, all the restraint he’d felt around her for all these years, was gone, and he was going to enjoy this freedom, and she was going to be the recipient of it. Like a calf at its mother’s teat, he let her play with his finger and the nectar that clung to it. This was an intimate moment, more so than they’d ever had before, and it was setting the new dynamic of how their relationship was going to be in the future, or at least Mark thought so. In a way this moment of feeding, harken back to the memories of when she was a baby, and he was helping raise her, but this time, he had different plans for what kind of girl he wanted her to be. After he repeated it over several times, till the majority of easily acquired leftover cum had been fed to her, he stroked her hair. The stuff that was missed would just have to be dealt with later, he had more immediate plans.

Good job slut!

The tone of his voice was of approval and satisfaction that she done her task well. He then reaches down and again grabbed up a wad of hair, and like an improvised leash, he guides her out of living room, she might have at first thought he was taking to her room, but that wasn’t his intended destination. Her clothing was left were it had been discarded, and no effort was made to retrieve any of it. If she was embarrassed or had some need for modesty, was a concern of his, nor would it probably ever be from this point forward.

Crawl!

His words weren’t harsh, but clearly he wasn’t yet done with her, and he expected or more accurately demanded her compliance. Her freedom was at his will not hers, and whatever was to happen would be at his convenience not hers. She was expected to comply, no that wasn’t true … she was required to obey. He was taking her to his bedroom.
 
Harley was pleased at her father's response. She spent most of her life seeking her father's approval for something or other and seemingly this was no different. She had always liked it when her dad had told her she had done a good job, whether it was something at school or on the soccer pitch or when working on a car in their driveway. But it wasnt just that he told her she had done a good job... it was that combined with calling her a slut. Plenty of guys called her a slut; she was comfortable with the term but hearing her dad say it - and say it in a positive context. 'Good job slut'

She didnt get a chance to continue the thought. Suddenly the hand that was stroking her head grabbed a handful of hair again and began to pull. Not tug or yank but pull as you would on a dog's leash. She heard the instruction but it took a second or two for her to process it and then another second or two for her to start to move. It took a while for them to get from the den to Mark's room; Harley wasn't too fast at crawling on all fours and certainly not when her dad had hold of her hair. She had tried shuffling just on her knees so that Mark wasn't bending down so much - or rather wasn't pulling on her hair so much. But that was too slow for her dad and the pulling was worse because he wasn't being particularly patient with her. So crawling on all fours was her only option; quicker... but then it was relatively and compared to her dad's strides, she was still slow. Her tits swung a little underneath her and she could feel the wetness at the top of her thighs.

Her dad's room was dark - even in the middle of the afternoon. It was a large room in the back corner of the house, looking out onto the yard. One of the external walls was bare brick and the large bed backed onto it. Above the bed was a large framed print of a black 1967 Chevy Impala - the car her dad always said was the best ever made and the hundred millioneth General Motors car in 1967 had been an Impala. He said it was a car that when people stopped next to it at the lights, they locked their doors. The two internal walls were a stone colour as was the other external wall around the large windows which took up most of it. Tthe carpet was a thick dark brown and had been replaced not that long ago. Against the wall opposite the bed, a large 50inch tv screen was attached to the wall and around it were book shelves holding box files and DVDs as well as a few books. In one corner Mark had a computer set up. There were built in wardrobes and drawers and a chair that for the most part just tended to have clothes dropped on it. If Mark was in there watching TV, he tended to lie on the bed. It was a place Harley never really went into. Not because she was banned or anything; just that she saw that has her dad's place... just like her room was just hers. The den had definitely been set up more for Mark than for Harley but it was a room they shared nonetheless. Mark did it out like he wanted because he paid for it!

As he closed the door behind them, she wondered what he was going to do next. She was a little scared... a lot excited... nervous trepidation kept her on all fours on the floor as she looked up at him. She was suddenly surprised by the voice in her head telling her that the man standing over her was 'fucking sexy'. It didn't matter how old he was compared to her. Suddenly she looked at her dad in a very different way than she had ever seen him before - at least consciously. He looked good... better than good. And she wanted him.
 
Using her hair like a leash he led her into his bedroom, of all places in the house, this was totally his. Everything about it spoke to his interests, to his masculinity, for this was the place when the opportunity arose that he enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. Those chances had been fewer as his daughter grew up, but much like his single days, and his early marriage, again this room would have the cries of need and satisfaction echoing within its walls, and if he had his way, this would happen loudly and often. Jake watched as her body moved, her breasts swayed and her ass sashayed, as she crawled. She was sex personified! The more he watched the more he realized that Harley had grown up, had turned into a fine example of a woman, or at least the kind of woman he wanted and for whatever reason, he’d really not seen it. Now that she was naked, and he could see the fire in her eyes, he fully realized, just how much of a woman had been hiding from him. Probably because she was his daughter, he’d failed to see the telltale signs, missed the nuances that spoke to just how much of a sexual creature she was. The more he looked, the happier he was. Another father might have been disgusted to find out his daughter was a slut, a wanton addict to her sexual desires, but for him, that was the only kind of woman he wanted.

Up on the bed slut, head down, ass in the air. Present that pussy to me!

Much like a show animal he guided her, instructed her, what she was to do, to please him. As before, he wasn’t asking, he was simply telling her, and expecting her to comply. There was no anger; no hate or animosity, there was just strength and conviction. He stroked her back, and petted her hair, to show his approval, his strong hand caressed her ass, as she moved. The way he treated her, was different, there was still elements of affection, and love, but now it had strong sexual connotations. Reward didn’t come from grades, or doing ones chores, it now would come from her sexual submission, he willingness to give in to her father’s sexual desires.

Now you’re going to tell me the whole and complete truth!

Again it wasn’t formed as a question; it was a statement of fact. One thing Jake had come to know, people who wished you to see them as something they weren’t lied, they lied a lot. A slut might lie in the beginning, tried to hide who and what they were, maybe even deny it to themselves. Jake was going to try to get the complete truth out of her, if for no other reason, than to make sure there were no more lies between them. So as soon as she got into position, her legs dangling past the edge of the bed, he would stand between them. His strong hands spreading her firm ass cheeks, and with it her most private of areas. She was exposed, vulnerable, and in the perfect position to give him what he wanted.

How long have you been sexually active? What have you done? How often? And with whom?

The litany of questions, almost an inquisition, except, he would reward her for the truth, so instead of lashed of the whips, his tongue this time would lash her womanhood. Each confession would bring her pleasure, each falsehood, a denial of sexual gratification. He would leave her aching till she spoke the truth, he would know everything his slut had done, when, where and with whom.

Tell me all MY slut!
 
The hint of a smile played around her lips; she turned slowly on her hands and knees and took a couple of 'paces' to the edge of her father's bed. As she climbed up, his hand moved from her hair, down over her shoulders. It moved down and rested in the small of her back for a moment as she climbed up and took up the position her father wanted her in. She eased down onto her elbows, looking back at him for a moment over her shoulder. She saw him looking over her body... over her ass as she pushed it up. She felt his hand moved down and over and around the swell of each cheek; she saw him appreciating the feel - both firm and soft - as she revelled in the sensation of his hand moving over her skin. She liked the fact that he seemed to be taking his time. No man she had ever been with had done that; they always seemed to be in such a hurry. This was new. Everything was different.

As he moved around immediately behind her, both of his rough hands coming onto her ass, she arched her back a little more, pushed her ass a little higher and spread her knees a little more. The whole truth. Everything. Could she remember all of it? She gasped softly as Mark began to open her to him and bit down softly on her lower lip.

"I....mmmmmmmm.... it was a... a few weeks past my 16th birthday... the first time... Garrett... you...met him... the baseball player... " In her head, she saw the image of Garrett Mason, a confident cocky arrogant senior who was almost certainly on his way to a baseball scholarship. Her and a girlfriend had been invited to a party where they had met and then a week later he had fucked her for the first time at his house while his parents were at work. With hindsight, it hadn't been the best sexual experience she had had - nowhere near - in truth, he was pretty green at the whole thing, but at the time she had thought it was pretty much the best it could be. There had been no oral sex, no sucking cock; all pretty much to the point and over fairly quickly. When a few weeks later she had found him with someone else, she had her short period of mourning as it were but had quickly picked herself up and moved on. Her mind started to quickly rattle through the next few guys before she suddenly wondered exactly how much information did her Dad really want? What? How often? With whom? Everyone? Everything? Maybe just names for now... if she could remember...

"Rob Cartwight... Tim Devlin... Sam Lowe... Josh someone... Dan Costello... Lucas....erm......"
 
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The view of her ass cheeks spread and the moist petals of her pussy would have been enough to bring a smile to man like Mark, but what really pleased him was to hear the beginnings of her confession. She wasn’t just a girl that liked sex, she was a full-fledged slut, as she attempted to name some of the men she’d been with the past three years. Most didn’t names mean a thing to him, and one or two she’d introduced in passing, but the sheer number pleased and shocked him a bit. How he had been so oblivious to her activities, just showed how smart of a girl she was and how good she was and living a double life. There were probably more signs, if he thought back over the last few years, but worrying about what he’d missed, wasn’t as important as going forward and enjoying what he had. So he applied his skilled tongue to her pussy as she told her father more of her hidden life. The tongue rewarded each of her confessions with attention, as he licked and sucked at her wetness.

And you hid that all from me. Impressive!

Mark knew she’d been hiding who she was from him, and he guessed most likely this was true of most of the people she had been around. So he wanted to bring it all out, to know her darkest secrets, and deepest desires, and the best way to do that was let her know he accepted her for whom and what she was. So he pleasured her when she told him of her past experiences, and only punished her when she tried to avoid the truth, or gloss over the depths of her sexual depravity. So Mark feasted on her, as he attempted to discover more about his daughter and her hidden past.

Any of them really satisfy you? Were they all just boys?

The more she talked the more he got aroused, from her delectable pussy to her tales of becoming a woman. He never admonished her or gave her any negative criticism, in fact he continued to reward the truth by intently eating her out.

 
Harley moaned again as his tongue took its first confident stroke. She moved a little on the bed and her hands slowly gripped handfuls of the black cotton bedding. She gasped, pausing her commentary. His tongue completed her distraction for a moment.

‘Ohhh fuck” she whispered softly in the gasp. Barely audible. The exclamation was partly a response to the sensation she was feeling at that moment but it was also a response to the fact the fact that this was her dad and she felt no inclination to tell him to stop or make any comment about how they needed to stop. Having him stop was the last thing she wanted. His fingers opening her, his breath against her hot moist skin, and then his tongue. Firm a little rough. Teasing her clit. Circling. Flicking. His lips pressing against her. She gasped again. Stretched her fingers out slowly, then slowed clenched her fists again around almost the same prices of cotton. When he stopped to comment on how she’d hid things from him, her attention refocused.

‘Not...not really... you worked hard and you...mmmmm... you thought I was a ...good little girl. All daddies think that of their little girls. Moms think that their sons are still their good little boys. And then...then once I’d been with a few guys... there always seemed to be others who... wanted... ‘ She suddenly had a thought... would mark feel bad that this happened? Would he suddenly stop what he was doing? “Not your fault... when I was here with you I... I was your good little girl. And I never stopped loving all that time with you. But other times...I...I liked being with....with guys... not being good. After soccer practice... at parties... guys’ cars... “

She moaned again as his mouth and tongue went back to work. ‘Lots of guys... never like this...ohhhh shit....that’s soooo...mmmmmmmmm....” he stopped for a moment and she looked down at him, saw the hint of a smirk as he asked whether any of them had satisfied her. She smiled back, and gave a slight shake of her head. ‘Maybe that’s why I kept looking....different.... ‘ He started on her pussy again. ‘Ahhhmmmm...” her body trembled a little. ‘... some were...really really bad...sooo quick...a few were fun... Mikey... one of the guys in the den... he....mmmmmmm....he took me to a party... fucked me...then....then told me not to move...that he had a surprise...sent another guy in...and then another... the last one took pictures on his phone...fucked me hard... “ as her dad was working her clit, her memory was putting images from that night in her head, some of them, unbeknown to her, Mark had already seen. ‘Few ever did this.... “ Mark was by far the oldest man ever to do this to her and there was no doubt that no-one had eaten her out this good. Most of then hadn’t done it at all. ‘For most...all about them... which was okay really I guess...I...I liked it... hard though...most were to...ermmmmmm... timid I guess.” From what she had experienced that was not a complaint she was going to have about her Dad.
 
Harley was right, Mark had thought of her as a good little girl, until he’d seen the photos on the phone, and then gotten home and seen her with two guys. She done what few women had been able to in the past, truly deceive him. He wasn’t mad; in fact he was impressed that she’d done such a good job of leading a double life, and him never even catching on. Yet, he’d done the same thing, playing the perfect father role, never letting her know what kind of a man he was. Life was strange in how things for both of them had completely turned around, and with a little luck might work out in both of their favors.

Daddy’s little slut has been having a lot fun I think, haven't you?

While he talked, he put the flat of his hand on her ass, and used his thumb to rub her asshole, while his other hand used its fingers to pleasure her. The fingers gave her the first small impression of what would be coming later. This allowed him to talk, while he got to enjoy the view of her wet pussy and sexy backside. There was just something so fine about a good looking woman, in her position.

So you’d like it rough and hard would you?

The question really was rhetorical, as he knew the answer, but he wanted to work her into the moment, building her need, both by his words and his actions. His fingers and hands played across her body, to get the exact sounds and responses he wanted. Her body was just an instrument that he was an expert at playing.

Maybe if you ask real nice, I can see what I can do for you.

Mark was playing with her, as they were each really getting to know the other. The more he saw and the more she spoke, the greater his own need increased. He was drawing her out, finding out more about his daughter, and enjoying what he was hearing. In a way, he wished he’d known this about Harley earlier, but he had every intention of making up for lost time. They were going to get a lot more daddy/daughter time from this point on, or at least their version of it.
 
At this point Harley had no idea that Mark had seen any pictures of that night at the party; in truth she didn’t know that any pictures existed. But she’d never really tried to lead different lives. She’d never really thought about deceiving her Dad, at least no more than any high school senior or college freshman ever did. She had secrets yes...but didn’t every teenager. Didn’t every twenty something and thirty something. Some things you just didn’t discuss with your parents. Harley wasn’t dressing differently...getting changed 5 seconds after Mark pulled off the drive in the morning. She she was just herself and she liked getting fucked....she liked sucking cock and she had a pretty good - was that the right word - reputation for both.

“I...I like having fun.... lots of...fun... Mikey calls me....a...a cock whore... that’s why he,.,.he brought his.,.his friend ...ohhhh god...” Harley buried her head in the duvet as she felt Mark’s fingers teasing her ass.

What was happening here was though. She’d never had anything like this before. Mikey was a pretty good fuck. The best she’d had. He used her better than anyone else she’d ever been with...until now. And no-one had ever fucked her in the ass before. This was very different and Mark was in a different league.

“Yes Sir...I I like it rough...being...used mmmmm that feels so....arrrghhhmmmm” she lifted her head a little, her back arched and her ass pushed back and up a little higher. She turned her head to look at him.

“I...I want you to...to fuck me hard...please Daddy... fuck me hard.”
 
A normal guy might have been offended, or a father disgusted by hearing his daughter confession of being a bona fide slut, but the exact opposite was true for Mark. The more she spoke of her free and uninhibited sexual lifestyle, the more he wanted her. In fact, he just didn’t want her, he had to have her, to possess her, to own her. There was no middle ground with Mark, and the temptation was just too strong, there was no turning back, no reconsidering what was about to happen, that was long past. Now it was about taking her, enjoying what she had to offer, and claiming her. Harley’s words made clear her need and willingness, and at this point her father had every intention of making his daughter happy, and in turn himself.

Then let’s not keep you waiting.

Now he could have done it gentle, or even held back, but she’d already proclaimed her wishes, and they matched with his. Plus, that would be such a waste when you had something so fuckable as a eager young slut. So gentle, slow and romantic, were out of question, he planned to take just like the slut she was.

Stick that ass up higher slut! Show me that tight little cunt of yours!

There wasn’t violence or hate in his voice, there was simply a deep baritone tone, that expected and demanded compliance. He wasn’t asking, he was telling her. The words forcing her into an even more provocative and vulnerable position. Even as he commanded her moved in behind her, for he had little doubt that she would do anything but obey, and why would she disobey when she clearly wanted his cock, as much as he wanted to give it to her. The long thick member bobbed between his legs, more than ready to give her everything she wanted and more. The weapon of her submission was but inches away from conquering her. Reaching down between his legs, he grabbed the shaft of his cock, and used it to guide the bloated thing closer and closer. He swiped the bulging head against her wetness, as he enjoyed the view, as he wanted to remember this incredible sexy sight for a long time to come.

I’d ask you if you’re ready, but I ready know you are. Now let’s see how good of fuck you are, and if you're good, you will be daddy’s little cockwhore!

The teasing was done, the foreplay over, now it was time to fuck. Without any more delay, he drove his dick in, wanting to feel every little inch of her wanton pussy.
 
Everything was surreal. Harley felt her heart thumping. She hadn’t once thought about anything like this in her life. Not with Mark. Other guys of course. Maybe even a few times with guys as old as Mark. Right now though she wasn’t thinking about Mark being old; she wasn’t thinking about him being her dad. He was a good looking well built guy who was clearly in charge and who clearly knew what he wanted. It was also clear that he had ever intention of taking it. Of taking everything. Harley certainly wasn’t going to put up a fight. As she pushed her ass up that little bit higher, she knew thus was what she had been looking for. A man with experience. And with inclinations which - based on what she had seen in the last hour or so - excited her. Of course her understanding of Mark’s inclinations was limited at that moment.

She watched Mark stand up and step closer to her as she was perched at the end of the large bed. The house was quiet but there was the feint noise of the normal day going on outside. The world didn’t sound as if it were about to come crashing down around them because of what they were doing. It didn’t even notice. She flinched a little as she felt=t first Mark’s Hand on her hip and then the stroke of his hard cock as he drew it up the length of her pussy. Her body trembled as he spoke telling her he was about to see how good a fuck she was. For a fleeting moment, panic set in. What if she was bad? What if Mark thought she was just a kid who didn’t really know what she was doing? What if she couldn’t satisfy him. But a second later the panic was overtaken and her ability to think about anything other than the hard cock that sank into her was gone. She squealed loudly and closed her eyes, gripping the duvet tight once again. She was being stretched. Mark was so tight inside her. But he felt so good. After what seemed like an age, Mark started to pullback, slowly. Harley groaned and tried to squeeze herself around him, but she wasn’t sure her muscles had any room to contract. She groaned ... a satisfied groan... and then squealed as he sank into her again. Both hands firmly holding her hips. This was definitely the best fuck of her life.
 
Oh fuck that’s a nice tight pussy!

He could have gone slow, been gentle, but that wasn’t what she wanted, and it sure as hell wasn’t what he wanted. So, he plunged his length in and out of her with almost brutal force. Mark kept hold of her head by way of wads of hair, entangled in his fist. He wasn’t just fucking her, he was taking her, possessing her, and his cock was a weapon to make her submit. His body may be older, but there was little about it that out of shape, being used to hard physical labor every day, he now used that strength and endurance to plunged every inch of his massive cock into her. The loud slapping of flesh filled the room, as Mark enjoyed the hot young slut that was his daughter.


You’re mine now! Who does that fucking pussy belong to now slut?!

Oh god it felt good, he hadn’t fucked something this young and tight for a long time. She not only pushed up against him, but he could feel her pussy grip his cock when he was withdrawing it, all of it was making this into one amazing fuck. If there was any worry about her being passive or unskilled where quickly being dispelled as she seemed to be a very willing participant. Mark was thinking less about it and just doing what came naturally. The throbbing steely length plunging in and out of her body with quick rapidity, as he claimed her. Like some bull, he was using what he considered his property with impunity. The impacts of flesh to flesh, were matched by deep guttural groans and moans, as he skillfully worked her pussy with his bulging member. Looking down his could see her pussy gripping his length every time he pulled back, before driving it again deep into her wetness. Instinct, skill, were now driven by animalistic need, made their rutting into a dance of mutual lust and desire. Mark’s prior anger was now channeled into a wild unbridled fucking of his daughter.
 
There was no doubt in Harley’s mind. As much as it was capable of any rational thought at that moment, she knew this was the best fuck she had ever had. Mark gave her everything that was lacking in her past experiences; he gave her what she’d been searching for without every really knowing precisely. She wanted to feel what girls on porn movies seemed to feel... she didn’t want to believe that it was only acting. She wanted a man who was strong enough and confident enough to take her; a man who knew how to use her and own her... taking her for his pleasure whilst giving it at the same time. And it was pleasure... hard...rough...not painful...not really. Mark slammed into her again and she screamed...but it wasn’t a scream in pain.

‘You! It...ohhh fuck...it...it belongs to you.”

He pulled her head back, half her hip firm and drove into her again. And again. Her back arched more...her ass pushing up. She’d never heard a man so loud as he fucked her... so coarse... gruff... this was no boy fucking her. For a fleeting moment she wondered how long Mark had gone without getting fucked. No matter how long, she wanted to try and satisfy him... or at least let him take his satisfaction from her; she was certainly not experienced enough to know how to truly please a man like Mark, she was sure. She knew this wasn’t going to be the best fuck he’d ever had but she still wanted to satisfy him. She gripped the duvet tight in both hands and gripped his cock tight as it tried to escape her. It felt so good insider her, she never wanted this to stop.

‘It’s feels so good Daddy...so good...I...lover your cock inside me...ohhh god!”

The start of her afternoon had been good; it looked like she was going to have fun... her first experience of two guys at the same time. When her Dad had first walked in for a fleeting moment she had been annoyed that that opportunity had disappeared almost before it had started. But this was so much better than she could have imagined... so much better than anything she could have ever imagined.
 
There were so many reasons he loved sluts, more than any other type of women he’d ever met in his life, but the primary reason was they were honest. They didn’t have ulterior motives, they weren’t trying to marry you, or take your money, they just wanted cock and a lot of it. The best kind of slut for Mark, was the kind that knew what she was, and wasn’t afraid of it. She reveled in it, enjoying the special moments and situations that came about because of her sexual needs. Every thrust, each pounding jab, made clear that his daughter was a very special girl, and just maybe she was a true cock craving slut. If so, he was going to be a very happy man, because for him there was nothing more in his life that he wanted, than to have a true slut.

You’re going to take care of your daddy, and your daddy is going to take care of you, isn’t that right slut?

Mark found himself becoming absorbed by her sexual energy, the power of it was so arousing. Her body, her voice, her every reaction, exuded sexual need and energy. He found himself feeding off of it, the more she gave in, the more he gave her. The words became fewer, as coherent conversation diminished, yet the sounds he made never waned, they just took on a more primal tone.

Oh fuck! Yessss!!

Real fucking wasn’t clean, civilized, or decent, it was unbridled, loud, dirty and nasty. The more they both gave in to their carnal needs, the more Mark enjoyed it. He wasn’t hiding, restraining or disguising his desires, and what made it even better was she didn’t seem to be either. Even now he could feel the pressure beginning to build in his balls, if it wasn’t for the prior blow job, he might have already spewed. He was happy that had the opportunity to dump a load into her willing mouth, because it meant he could enjoy this fuck, and make it last. Yet, he knew her tight little hole was going to win at some point, but that point wasn’t there yet. Even now he was going to see how many time he could make the slut cum, before he did.
 
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