Rape/Betrayal #7: My Daddy Is An Asshole free porn video

Hello, My name is Susan. I have a big problem, well two really. I have been keeping a secret for a long time. You see my father is an asshole--but nobody knows it.

Here is my other problem, my boyfriend told me he loved me for the first time last night. Good news right? Wrong! It was fine when we were just friends. I dated a lot, and he knew all about it. I'd suck their dicks, while they played with my heavy tits. I even let guys fuck and cum in my ass. It was not a secret, everyone knew I was a slut. Ron and everyone else thought I was a virgin; that I was saving myself for marriage cuz I never let a guy fuck my pussy. In a way I guess a part of me feels like I am a virgin. I have never surrendered myself to a man, I have never said "I love you" and allowed him to take me completely.

My virginity was stolen from me. I don't even know exactly when my father took it.

To me sex has always been a dirty little part of life, like shitting or puking. I mean you get an urge, a certain pressure and you have to release it. I've had lots of boyfriends. Most of them loved bending me over and fucking me up the ass. I let them do it as hard and as brutal as they liked. Lot's of guys would talk dirty to me calling me a whore or a slut as they squeezed my tits and came in my ass. I never let them play with my pussy though, I always masturbated myself to orgasam. I didn't need their filthy hands touching me. I never wanted a man to have that kind of control over me again.

Then I met Ron.

He was so different. We had a chemistry class together. We had never really talked. He was a quiet nerdy, boy scout type. Don't get me wrong he is actually kind of cute if you look past his Urkel glasses, and fashion tragedy attire. One day he came up to me and out of the blue said he liked the way I answered one of the Professor's questions. That's it, just a comment in passing as we walked out the door. I was 19 years old and nobody had ever praised my mind before. When you are a pretty blonde with big tits, a nice ass, and a rep for being a freak nasty cum slut; that's not what guys usually want to talk to me about.

Ron really looked at me, in the face. His eyes did not stray to my fat tits. I never caught him wandering down to my juicy ass. I slowly accepted that he really thought I was smart and funny. I had never trusted a man after my father raped me, but somehow we became friends.

As a friend he had a problem with the guys I dated, with the way I let them treat me.

We were studying for mid terms and had taken a break at Burger King when one of the loser guys I had been fucking came up to our table. He leaned across Ron and gave me a hot, wet, kiss.

"Hey Susan, looking good enough to fuck in those jeans, Mmm I sure would love to see you sucking my dick tonight, what do you say, is it a date?"

"Sure Jim see you around nine".

"Meet me at the door naked. I can't wait to fuck your sweet ass. See ya slut," he said as he reached out and gave my nipples a friendly little squeeze.

After he left Ron let me have it. I had never seen him so angry.

"What th fuck is wrong with you?! Why did you let him do that to you. "

I... I could not explain it to him, I did not realy know myself. But I liked Ron and did not want him mad at me. I guess I should have seen this coming. I just thought he was different (sigh). Still he was better than most, so I offered him what I thought any man would want.

"Look I'm sorry. You can fuck me too if you want. I don't know why we have never done it but I promise to be real good for you. You can do anything you want to me, except fuck my pussy,"I said with all sincerity.

No man had ever turned down an offer like that from me. Frankly I was sitting there waiting for that pathetic, classic male, glazed over look to settle on Ron's face. For him to start planning all the nasty things he would do to me.

Imagine my suprise when he started crying, got up and left without a word. I tried calling him for two days with no luck. I kept playing the coversation over and over in my mind, but could not figure out what his problem was.

But it bothered me.

It made me feel empty and cold to think that I had lost my friend, my only real friend. I decided to go over to his apt and find a way to make things right between us. Even if I had to let him fuck my pussy I would. He meant that much to me.

I knocked on his door and he opened it.

"Come on in Susan, I guess we need to talk."

I followed him and we sat down on his couch. I was nervous and uncomfortable, and not sure how to start.

"Ron, I'm sorry if I upset you the other day. That guy meant nothing to me. If you want me to stop talking about other guys I fuck around you, I will. If you want me I'm yours--I'll do anything for you... I guess if you say I have to you can fuck me in my pussy too."

I could not look him in the eye I was holding my breath waiting for him to accept or reject me. Slowly he put his arms around me and pulled me into a tight bear hug. I started kissing his neck and was pulling my

t-shirt off when he stopped me.

"Susan, keep your clothes on, nothing is going to happen. I have to tell you something, and it's not going to be easy. Susan--I love you. What's more I like you. I want to be your friend. I can't bear to watch the way you let men use you. It hurts too much. So... I think I have to get you out of my heart. I don't understand what made you this way, but I want to be there for you, as a friend. A part of me just wants to hold you and caress you and worship you, to wash away every asshole who has ever touched you. I want you to love me and respect me. I don't think that's possible now. It's too painful to be around you all the time. So I'll have to cut back some, but I'll be there as much as I can.

Ron held me tight for a good 10 minutes. It was slowly sinking in that he did not want me. He did not find me attractive. I began to wonder if he was gay. Over the next 3 weeks I saw him a few times. We talked on the phone every couple of days and even studied together once at the library. It was not enough, I was used to more. I needed more.

Then it happened.

I was walking across campus and saw Ron talking(laughing really) with some nerdy bimbo bitch. She was flirting with him. It was so fucking obvious, to everyone but him. The way she kept putting her hand on his arm and leaning into him. She had a squeaky little giggle that made me want to slap her.

How dare she touch my... ? He said he loved me, he was my... ?

I don't know what he was, but he was MINE!

I stomped over to them and screamed at her"get your hands off of him he belongs to me bitch!"

The prissy little sissy slut took one look at me and ran away crying. I think she went off to find her mommy.

Ron looked startled and in shock.

"What just happened Susan, Why did you do that."

As the adrenaline surge leaked away from me I could not believe what I had just done. Why had I done it?

"You belong to me. She had no business touching you. You are mine. I... love you," I said in a small voice. I was so cold, big sloppy tears were dripping down my face. My teeth were chattering and my nose began to run. Ron wrapped his arms around me and kissed me slow and deep. He sucked all the bad air in me out and breathed his sweet essence in.

"I love you too Susan, I guess we need to talk some more."

It has been a long time since I was as scared as I was the night I had to try and explain my past to Ron. My early teen years were a nightmare, I had never told anyone all the things my rapist did to me. I told him the basics that night and it opened the flood gates. I am writing it all down now, getting it out in the open. I have been a prisoner to my father's sick cruelty for long enough.

My father is an asshole and I will hate him forever for what he did to me. I felt so alone, so helpless. Nobody would have believed me, everyone thought he was a great guy. So did I until I was 15.

My parents got divorced when I was 11.

I still loved my daddy then. I remember feeling sorry for daddy. He had to leave home, and our friends, and even our dog; and live in that 1 bedroom apt all alone. Just because mommy did not love him anymore. I tried to adjust to being a divorced kid, and for a while it really was not bad. My parents were not fighting anymore, and I got to spend every other weekend with my funny dad. I liked having him all to myself, being the center of attention. At first I would sleep on his hard sofa bed.

One night though daddy and I were watching tv and both fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and decided to use daddy's empty bed. The next morning I awoke to find daddy's heavy arms wrapped around me.

If I'm truthful with myself... it felt nice to feel his hot breath on my back, to feel his body heat through my thin nightgown.

When I tried to get up he hugged me to him even tighter. I could feel him pressing into me.

"Dad, dad wake up." I said as I pulled his arm off of me.

Slowly he did. He looked down at me and it took a few seconds for him to register that his daughter was in bed with him. Finally he smiled, yawned and said, "good morning beautiful did you sleep well?"

"I sure did, your bed is a lot more comfortable than the sofa. Uh... you don't mind do you dad?"

He was quiet for a few seconds and then said"no I don't mind. You feel nice and toasty up against me... shit Susan look at the time it's almost 11:00 if we don't fly out of here you'll be late for soccer and the coach won't play you."

You have to understand how important soccer was to me at age 11. I was our team's star player. If I was benched we would lose and all my friends would blame me.

Today was the championship game.

"Dad please we have to hurry," I squealed as we got out of bed.

"Honey I'm sorry but by the time you shower, use the bathroom, and bush your teeth... and then I do the same--there is no way we can make it."

An inspiration born of desperation hit me: "Dad what if we use the bathroom together. While I'm in the shower you can use the bathroom. Then we will switch."

Dad got a strange look on his face but finally agreed," I guess it is no worse than us sleeping together", he mumbled.

Dad let me go in and hop in the shower, and a few seconds later I heard him come in. It felt srange being naked in the same room with my dad but... well he WAS daddy after all it wasn't like he had never seen me naked before. This time he could not even see me clearly through the shower door. When I was finished I cracked the door and was feeling for my towel.

Then I saw him.

Daddy was shaving--naked. I must have gasped because he spun around and tried to cover his penis, but it was way too big to hide. I had never seen one before and I guess I was curious. I could not stop staring. It kept getting bigger and longer and was twitching.

"Susan what do you think you are doing!"

my father roared. I was startled back to reality and embarassed. I jumped back into the shower, closed the door and began to cry.

After a few minutes daddy knocked on the glass.

"C'mon out sweethart it's ok, daddy is sorry he yelled at you," he said as he opened the shower door.

I was naked and so was daddy. He opened his arms for a hug. It felt strange hugging him naked. I had never felt his penis press into me before. It felt so big and hot as it pressed into my bellybutton. Sudenly daddy lifted me under my arms and gave me a kiss--on both cheeks and then a light one on the lips. He carried me over to the sink and sat me on the counter. Now his penis was bumping around between my thighs. Everything was happening so quickly, I did not know what to say. Daddy acted like nothing was wrong. He stood between my legs and talked to me while he finished shaving. As strange as it felt being naked in front of him, and feeling his penis touch me... I was young and innocent and loved my daddy. It felt kind of nice to be so close to him. I can remember how mommy and daddy used to sleep together and shower together. I recall the laughing and giggling, and soft mummurs that used to come from their bathroom. It made me feel grownup to be sharing this time with daddy. As I look back on it I know how wrong it was for daddy to be naked with me, to lean forward and hold his dick tight against my lower stomach, to press in to me.

If he had only stopped there I could forgive him, I would still love him.

If only he had stopped there.

We made it to practice just in time. I still can remember running down the field, evading defenders to get in position to score. It was a tough game. The score was tied. Finally it was just me and their goalie. Over the noise on the field, over all the other parents screaming, I could hear him. My father's deep booming voice yelling my name, cheering for me, willing me to win," Now Susan, Now! You can do it!! She can't stop you!"he said laughing, powerful, dominant, because he KNEW I would win.

And he was right.

I was carried off the field, by my teammates. I know it was just a Little Leauge championship, and it really was not all that important... but how many times do you get carried off the field in a lifetime. How many times do people scream your name and tell you that you are the best. Once, maybe twice?

Maybe never.

When I finaly made it to my father he bent down and hugged me hard and said, "congratulations baby, you were better than all of them I am so proud of you," then he kissed me on the lips and slipped his tounge inside me for a second or two; before picking me up and swingng me around.

I called my mom when we got back to dad's apt. She had to work and had missed the game. Mom was an executive secretary for a lawyer and they had a big case coming up. He was always making her work late or on weekends. It was not strange for him to take a last minute business trip. More often than not mom had to go with him.

"Mom we won! I kicked the winning goal. It was so awesome! I wish you had been there. "

"Oh honey me too, Mommy is really busy right now. I'll see you tomorrow after school, bye sweethart."

Dad saw the disappointment on my face. He was sitting in his recliner, and patted his lap for me to come sit in it with him. I smiled and scrambled up in his lap and wiggled around trying to get comfortable.

"Oh ho! So I've got a little wiggle worm do I? Well I know how to fix that," daddy laughed as he began tickling me. His hands were all over me. Then he did something strange. He lifted my shirt and began playing with my stomach. He made circles around my belybutton. His hands kept creeping up my chest till he found my budding nipplets. It did kind of tickle... but I knew this was wrong.

I did not like it.

How do you tell your daddy to stop touching you? I was 11 fucking years old! He was my daddy, and I loved him--I did not know what to say. I remember that I stopped laughing, and sat still while he squeeezed and played with my breasts for several minutes. I could hear his heavy breathing, he did not say a word. I became aware that his penis was pressing into my bottom hard. Finally he stopped.

"What do yo want for dinner Susan, anything you want."

I was an 11 yr old American, so of course I said, "Pizza".

Dad laughed as he put his hands on my butt and slowly pushed me out of the chair.

"Big suprise, ok I'll call it in after you

take a bath. You are one stinky, smelly little wiggle worm."

We both laughed as I headed off to the bathroom. I did smell pretty bad I thought as I turned the shower on. My hair was stringy with sweat and I felt salty and dirty all over. I lathered in soap and shampoo and began to relax into the hot water.

Then it happened.

I heard a sound, someone was in the bathroom with me. The shower door opened and my dad was standing there naked.

"Dad... ? What are you doing?! " I said as I tried to cover my tiny breasts. I was still feeling a little starnge after our tickle session bump and grind.

"Hi honey, I was just thinking we're both hungry, hot and smelly--and we did see each other naked this morning so--why not get clean together. We'll eat that much faster. You don't mind do you baby? I used to change your diapers and give you a bath all the time," he said as he climbed in to the small shower with me.

At first he just lathered up and did not touch me. He was laughing and talking about the game and suggested we rent a movie for later on.

Slowly I relaxed.

Then it happend.

I dropped the soap. I bent over with shampoo in my eyes trying to pick it up. I did not realize it then but I must have given my daddy quite a view of my young pussy and ass. When I finally found it my face was at crotch level with my dad. His beefy cock was right in front of me.

I was so embarassed. I just stayed there and stared at it. When I realized what I had done, and that daddy was looking at me I blushed and started to stand up.

"No honey stay there, it's ok. You are my daughter. It's only natural that you would be curious. You are becoming a woman, so I guess it is time we had a talk about sex and biology. There is nothing to be ashamed about. Go ahead touch it, he won't bite you, He laughed as he placed my hand on his dick.

I was curious, and did not know any better so I let him do it. It felt so hard and hot and my fingers could not quite meet as I wrapped them around daddy's cock.

Daddy sighed and it seemed like his dick got even bigger in my hand.

"C'mon Susan let's finish our shower and then I'll teach you the basics about sex. Since you are down here anyway and have the soap, why don't you wash daddy's cock for him, be sure to get my balls and butt too."

I did not say a word as I washed my daddy good, from cock to balls, to the crack of his ass. I used my hands to lather him and rinsed him off.

I stood up to leave.

"Not so fast young lady, fair is fair, give me the soap... good. Now raise your arms over your head. Daddy is gong to wash you now.

And he did.

For the next 15 minutes daddy took his time and rubbed and played with, and soaped, and rinsed every inch of my body.

"Bend over sweetie, I want to clean your little pussy out, before I do your butt."

After a few minutes of him messing with my pussy, and digging in my ass; I finally said,

"Dad, I think I'm clean."

He laughed, seemed to snap out of it and said,

"Yeah I guess you are right".

We got out of the shower and daddy insisted we towel each other off.

He wrapped me in the large towel and began to rub me dry. I could feel his powerful hands squeezing and cupping and mauling me. He roughly spun me around and did the same to my plump little ass. Then he took the towel, put it between my thighs and sawed it back and forth over the sensitive flesh. Finally he wrapped the towel around his penis and made me dry him off. On the way out of the bathroom he picked up a bottle of baby powder and baby oil and led me to his bedroom.

I was very nervous as Daddy made me lay down on his bed. He removed the towel from around my waist.

"Susan it's time you learned about the differences in men and women's bodies. I'm going to give you a massage while I teach you. If you have any questions just let me know. Now do you know what this is... that's right it's your daddy's penis but it is also called a cock, a dick or a prick. I want you to use the correct words when we are alone. Now what is this... yes honey it's your vagina. But it is also called a pussy, a slit, a snatch or a cunt. Now when a man get's excited because he is looking at a sexy woman, his dick ge's hard and fat cuz he wants to stick it in one of a woman's holes. This is called fucking. When you are older maybe I'll show you, but for now I'll just say men love fucking women in their wet cunts, in their tight little asses and in their sweet, round mouths. It is natural for men and women to enjoy each other," he said as he massaged baby oil deep into my body.

It felt strange to have daddy touch me in places I had barely touched myself. But he said everything in a normal, matter of fact tone, and well--he was my daddy. I trusted him, I knew about bad words but I had never heard most of these before. (Cunt, prick, slit? ) Nothing daddy did hurt me, in fact it really kind of made me feel tingly and warm. I had wondered about sex and was kind of glad daddy was being honest with me.

Even if it made me feel kind of weird.

I did not know how to articulate back then but being naked in front of daddy, having him play with my pussy, stick his pinkie in my ass and rub my titties, embarassed me. I was shy about my body, daddy made me feel like a desireable woman, when I knew that I was not. The conflicting, confusing, embarassing emotions basically caused me to shut down whenever daddy touched me like that. I did not participate, but I did not scream for help.

Daddy rolled me over on my stomach and covered me in baby powder. He straddled my body, and I could feel his hard cock pressing into my back. His strong hands gripped and pulled on my flesh. He positioned my body into an "X" and rubbed my arms, cupped my tits and ran his fingers around the ouside of my pussy lips.

"Let's see how clean you are after the shower I gave you, he said as he scooched down, spread my butt cheeks apart and began slowly licking my ass.

This was different. This was more than uncomfortable. I was really scared.

"Daddy no! please stop, don't do that it's wrong!" I found the courage to say as I tried to crawl away from daddy's tougue as it slithered and wiggled into my asshole.

He kept holding me down and licking me for several seconds before he stoped. Then he slid next to me in the bed and pulled my naked body into his arms and just held me.

"Shh it's ok baby, daddy loves you. You just lay right here. You are such a beautiful, intelligent woman that I thought you were ready for more. Most fathers don't start teaching their girls abou sex until after their period and first real bra. I can see that you are not quite ready to be a real woman yet. That's ok there is no rush. We'll take it slow, you are in charge. Whenever we practice sex you can tell me if I'm going too fast, or if you are uncomfortable. Susan I'm your daddy and I love you. Now remember this is a private thing just between us. If your mom found out she might use this as an excuse to keep us apart. If a judge agreed that you are too young, then I would never see you again. Do you understand?" he said as he held me snug and secure in his arms.

This was my daddy. He loved me and I loved him. The thought of never seeing him again was terrifying. What had he really done to me anyway. He kissed me(done that before) he saw me naked(done that), bathed me(yup). I think the only thing that was new was that now I got to see him naked too, I guess at the time I thought that was only fair. The ass licking though... that was really gross. But at age 11 he was still my daddy.

"Deal dad but... no more sex stuff tonight ok?"

"Deal kiddo," he laughed as he tickled me the normal way and hugged me tight to him. It felt good having my bare skin pressing into my strong daddy, feeling his deep laughter bubbling up as he hugged and cupped me.

My pre teen sex life with daddy really did not change much over the next 2 years. I spent every wekend with him, and whenever mom went out of town on business(sometimes a week or more at a time). I no longer slept on the couch, I slept with daddy. Dady seemed to like me to sleep next to him naked so usually I did. He liked showering with me so at least once over the weekend we did. He often insisted on soaping me himself, just to be sure I was clean... it felt a little weird but... I let him. Sometimes though it was clear that he was just playing with my growing tits and plump ass. sometimes his only goal seemed to be to make me wet. I never let things get out of hand. I would always stop him. I never let him make me cum, or put his mouth on me. It was a strange childhood but I really did not mind at the time. If it had stopped there I could have forgiven him. I swear to god if it had stopped there I would not hate him so much today.

It did not stop there.

The phone rang in he middle of the night. Daddy was spooning me. His arm was draped over my 32 c breasts, and my butt felt warm pressed snug against his fat 7" cock.

Daddy answered the phone and soon was wide awake. He got out of bed and asked a series of rapid fire questions to the person on the

other end. Then he hung up.

"Susan honey, wake up... Baby girl I've got some really bad news. Your mom was in a car accident. That fucking lawyer she works for was driving drunk on their way home from the airport. He flipped the car and they ran into a tractor trailer. I'm sorry but she is dead."

Daddy and I stood there consoling each other for a long time.

A lot changed after my mom's death. She had been on a business trip, her company had a $200,000 insurance policy on all employees. It paid double if you were dismembered. (Mom neglected to change her policy when she divorced so dad and I split $400,000 as her co-benificiaries. Her firm was afraid we would sue because her boss(one of the Partners) was drunk and caused the accident. They settled out of court diretly with daddy for $1.7 million.

Dad could not believe his good luck. A woman he no longer loved left him $200,000 plus his share of the house. He was the executor of the settlement, and Ins money for me until I turned 21. I lived with him every day now. He did not have to worry about my mother finding out.

I was 13 years old when my father started drugging and raping me in my sleep.

You have to understand that it took me several years to piece together what he did to me. At the time all I knew was that some mornings I was waking up fuzzy and groggy with a dry mouth. Whenever that happened there was blood and what appeared to be mucus in my pussy and sometimes my ass. I had to talk to someone. For me at that time in my life there was nobody but daddy.

"Hi sweetie, wow you slept late. Hmm you look awful," he said as he felt my head for a fever.

"Dad I feel terrible, I am so tired, and my head hurts and... dad there is something wrong with my vagina--it's bleeding, and infected!"

"Susan are you sure it's not your period? he asked in conern.

I had been having my period for almost 6 months, it was not time, and it had never been like this. My pussy felt like it was torn, ripped open. And the thick mucus that was dripping and mixed with blood... ?

"No dad this is definitely not my period."

"Ok honey, I think I know what this is(sigh!). Your mom and grandma both had this. I'm sorry honey but you have a rare form of cervical cancer. We'll have to get you to the hospital right away so the doctors can begin the tests and start you on the treatment. The good news is it will not kill you. We'll get through this together. I promise, he said as he kissed me and hugged me tight.

I was terrified. I was 13 years old and I had cancer.

"What will the Dr. do to me? I want to know everything. Swear to tell me the truth daddy," I demanded through bitter tears and a clenched voice.

Daddy clearly was uncomfortable discussing this. The same man who could talk about pussy fucking and ass licking seemed unwilling to discuss this.

That scared me even more.

"(Sigh!) Ok honey, I'll tell you. You have a sereis of polyps and leisions that form in the lining of your vagina. From time to time they swell and rupture the skin. When they burst blood and puss come out. It is important to get the area cleaned and medicated immediately. The Drs. will stick a needle in your vagina and probe for these polyps. They will scrape the lining and try to stick the needle in and extract the fluid before it can rupture. Because this is a rare form of cancer several Drs. will want to examine your vagina and take pictures of it, and probe it for the medical journals. Ofen this cancer can spread to your ass as well. The Drs. will stick a needle in you ass to extract the fluid, but it is a much smaller area. The wil need to insert a tiny camera into your anal canal to guide the needle. A nurse will hold your cheeks wide open, while one Dr. inserts the camera, and another does the polyp scrape. You will need to have this procedure done at least once a month. In some cases the polyps can spread to your breasts and lead to breast cancer. A thorough breast exam should be done at least once a week. I know it sounds horrible but you will get used to it, and I promise I will be there for you."

"Dad I can't do this. The thought of strangers taking pictures of my pussy... of it being published?! A needle scraping my vagina, a camera in my ass--oh dad isin't there anything else we can do? Please daddy, please!!"

Daddy thought about it for a long time as he held me.

"Well... we do have the medicine from your mom, I mean, well I guess I could apply it to the area and search for polyps if you want. But Susan you have to promise me you will come get me whenever one bursts, and if it get's too bad you WILL go to the hospital, no arguments. Deal?"