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Mike was feeling increasingly restless. Susan, his 18 year old teenage daughter was staying at her friends, and he had the house to himself. Just him; all alone. Just him and the computer, with only his frustration and loneliness to keep him company. He was flicking through some teen porn pics, the one’s he liked, the one’s that he secretly knew, but his conscience self denied; most resembled his Susan. For a brief, unguarded moment, he allowed her to slip naked into his mind, his cock began to wake up, but as quick as the image arrived in his mind, his guilt rose up and buried the image.






It was no good; he needed to get things out of his system, he thought to himself. At moments like this, and when he had the house to himself, he would drive into town, and cruise the side streets around the college, unofficially the red-light district. Unofficial, but it had always been there, perhaps not quite in the exact same place, yet it had always been part of the town. Anyway that was history, and he had more urgent, pressing needs to address. There were always some young, less used girls (and abused part of him said). They tended to hang on the fringes, less forward and a little shyer than the older hands. They lacked the desperation and coldness that the older more experience hands had.





He’d hang around, watched a bit, to see who was on the streets, and study the girls and how they looked, and then he would approach the right one. With these thoughts of sin on his mind, he picked up his keys and walked out to his car. Once started he pulled out of his drive and headed into town, his anticipation and desire building up, so much so that he had to keep shifting his position to stay comfortable.





When he had first tried this, it had taken weeks to finally “pick up” a girl. At first he’d just drive though normally, then he would pretend to be looking for an address, yet, the looks on the faces of the “older hands” told him that they all knew why he was there, because they seen it all before. Well this would be his fifth time now, having picked four girls. The regulars were getting to know him; one had even introduced him to her own 18 year old daughter.





He was now nearing the college; he turned down the first side road, and saw the first of the ladies of the night. These were the more established women and girls, standing in the open, some stepping into the road, their eyes following him inviting and suggestive, trying to temp him. He barely noticed these ones and continued to scan the streets. Hmmm he thought, no luck here, I’ll head around to the back of the college, to the trees lining avenue and bordering park, where the newer girls gathered. As he turned into the avenue and approached the park, one girl caught his eye straight away, under the trees, in the shadows, yet there was enough light to see that she was young, slim, wearing a tight, short dress and heeled, knee length boots. Her hair was dark and hung well below her shoulders, partially obscuring her face. He steered the car into the kerb near her, while at the same time winding the electronic window down.





The girl hesitated, as if in doubt, for a few seconds, and then she came forward. He noted the fishnets tights, her shy smile on her partially obscured face, yet oddly familiar face, she lent forward and the street light hit her face. Suddenly he went cold, the odd familiarity that he had felt, suddenly turned into the shock recognition, oh my god NO.





“Susan” burst from his mouth. At the same instant, surprise, then shock replaced the smile, on the girls face as she recognised the man in the car.

“Dad, oh my god”





Too shocked and embarrassed to speak, Mike put the car into gear. Guilt and anger were coursing through him as speed off, leaving his daughter standing, calling after him. Unthinking, he headed home, and swung in too the drive, and sat there, the engine humming away, numb and unthinking.





It was the movement of his neighbour looking out of the window which snapped him back into the present. He turned off the ignition and walked into his house. What to do, what to do, he kept thinking, would she come home, what will he say, his daughter a whore, oh my god twisting around and around inside. He went into the lounge and sat down. He sat in the dark, the flood of emotions swamping his mind, fighting each other, his lust and desire rising up, while his guilt and morals fought to suppress them.





After what seemed like hours he heard the door open, the sound of somebody moving trying to be quite, voices from the hallway. He heard his daughter quietly say “No its ok, its best if face him alone, I’ll call you tomorrow, no, it’s not your fault.”





He could not make out what the other person was saying, although it sounded like Susan’s friend, Julie. The door shut and followed by gentle foot steps, and then lounge door open. Just a crack first, then further until it was fully open, letting the hall light flood into the room. There she stood, silhouetted in the doorframe, wearing a coat, but he could see the boots; had she got changed, he thought to himself? Her hand reached out and turned the light on, and she turned towards him and jumped in surprise when she saw her father sitting the in the arm chair.





“Daddy, you made me jump, what are you doing in the dark” she said forcing a smile.

Mike remained silent, not trusting himself to speak, Susan moved a bit closer.

“Daddy…I errrr, I can explain, it’s not what….”

“It’s not what?” he cut her off, “not what its seams, that my daughter is a whore, sorry, your right, I’m just over reacting” mike slapped his fore head in mock realisation, his voice dripping sarcasm, “you were taking the air, going for a walk in the park, so silly of me to make the mistake.”


Susan didn’t reply.

After a few minutes he said “so, are these clothes you asked me for the money?” No waiting for a reply he carried on “no wonder you didn’t want me to come shopping or let me see them” he paused for a few moment as Susan stared down at her feet, her long hair obscuring her face.

Then he said “well take that coat off, and let me see what you spent my money on”. Susan looked but remained silent, at the same time she opened the coat and let it slip down off her shoulders, she shrugged and wiggled the coat onto the floor.


Mike let out gasped, oh god he thought, its even worse or perhaps better, the other darker side of personality said; than he imagined. The blue dress, it was like a second skin, it fitted every contour of her slim figure, right down to were it ended just below her hips and her fishnet hold ups started. Her breast, clearly braless, were firm and well defined, and the material followed there rounded shape perfectly, her nipples, pointy and erect. God, he had never in is wildest and darkest dreams, imagined his own daughter like this, her face painted, yet still sweet and innocent. He desperately tried to fight his lust and desire with his anger, yet despite his anger, is arousal was intense, his cock so hard and constricted it was hurting him. A small smile formed on Susan’s lips and she had clearly heard the gasp, seen the gapping jaw hanging look from her father, and could now plainly see the increasingly obvious bulge in his trousers.





Mike notice the faint small and forced his anger out to cover his reaction to his daughters body.

“So, don’t you make enough selling yourself, or are you selling yourself that cheaply, that you still have to beg for money of me, whore”. He knew it was harsh, but he had to fight is lust; he could see the shock and hurt had replace the smile on Susan’s face. It was like being slapped, the words stung her that much.
Susan stammered a reply “Th….th…this was my first time; I’ve never done this before…I haven’t even been with anyone.”

“Oh so that makes it ok, dose it, I suppose you’re a virgin too?” he scoffed.
She hung her head “Yes…no…it’s…”

He cut of off before she could say more.

“My daughter, a fucking whore…I can’t believe it…a dirty little hooker.” Mike let his anger take over; he let it rise up and dominate, taking over his emotions and smothering his lust.





However this was far too much for Susan, she had read the stories and even watched him wank through a crack in the door, seen the pictures on computer. The other girls, they knew him, they had told her about the guy who liked young teens, like them to call him daddy. Anger welled up inside of her, so he didn’t mind it so much when it was somebody else’s daughter that he was fucking, it was too much and she snapped back.

“Look at you, you, calling me a fucking slut, sitting there with your erection, you disgusting old man, you fucking pervert” she shouted back, “I’ve seen the stuff you read, about incest and little girls, you fucking hypocrite”. With that she turned and walked to the lounge door.





Mikes anger exploded, he was up out of the chair like lightning, and he grabbed her arm, and twisted it and pulled her around sharply.

“Owwww….what are u doing” she said in a shocked and slightly frightened voice, her fear now replacing her anger. She had never dared talk to her father like that before. Without a word, he pushed her towards the table, and then pushed down, bending her across the table, face down, her short dress riding up and exposing her almost naked her arse. Fuck, she was the tiniest thong; she might as well not be wearing any knickers.

“No…what are you doing, stop, please…Nooo.”

“Do you say that to your “Clients” little slut? Is that you thing, playing hard to get?”

“No please, what are you doing, I am sorry, no, pleeesssse let me go.”

“I’m going to give you what you want whore.”





Bent over the table, Susan dress left pert firm arse completely exposed. Mike gripped her thong and ripped it off, the thin straps snapping, barely resisting.
With that she went silent, partly in shocked surprise, in her mind she cried “no, surely he wasn’t”, yet there was excitement, anticipation too, she had her own fantasies about her daddy. Still holding her face down on the table by one hand, he cast aside her skimpy thong and moved his hand to his trousers. She heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down “Oh my god, he is going to fuck me…” she thought. There was the sound off material moving, she felt something brushing against the top of her thigh. Then, she felt something nudging her cheeks, resting against her bum. Oh my, as she realised it was her fathers cock head touching her naked arse. She remembered how big he looked when she’d peeked at him wanking. Oohh he feels is so big too, and I’m not ready for something so big yet. She felt her father’s cock being placed against her pussy, pushing against her lips.
She began to plead “no please, not yet, I’m not ready, Dad, please….oohhhh fuck…arrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhh…..” She screamed as he father began to push is massive cock to her pussy, she bite off the scream and gripped the table.





At first there was resistance and pain, yet despite his lust, Mike didn’t really want to hurt his little girl, once his head was in a few inches, he placed his hands on hips and began to pump his cock into her tight cunt, using firm, but short thrusts. He could feel her juices begin to flow, making the progress of his cock smoother with each thrust, so he began to push deeper.
.
For Susan, with each thrust, the discomfort became more pleasing.

Hmmmm she thought size dose matter. She let out a small groan.
Suddenly he thrust the last few inches in one hard thrust, lifting her off her feet.

“Arrrrrrrrrrrhhhh god…fuck…uuuhhgggg…that feels good” she screamed.
He hung there a second, and then pulled his cock out until only its head was between her dripping lips. Taking a hand off her hips, he slapped her arse cheeks, not too hard, but hard enough.

“Ouch”.
“You’re not to suppose to be enjoying this, little slut” he slapped her again.
“Ouch, please daddy, I’m sorry, I can’t help it, please don’t slap me. “Tell me what you are” he demanded.

“A slut, a whore…..I am Daddy’s Little Hooker” she replied.

The daddy bit came as a surprise.

“Tell me what you want whore” he responded.

“Fucking, fucking hard with that fucking big cock, I need it…please daddy, don’t stop fucking me.”

“Where do you need it whore?” he demanded, pulling his cock back until it was almost out.

“In my cunt…arrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhh ooooooooooooodddddd oh god yes.”





Mike thrust forward, pushing his cock back into to her cunt in one long hard thrust, again lifting her off her feet. He pulled back, again he thrust forward, d repeated the movement again and again, giving her long hard strokes, each time, getting a loud grunt, followed by a drawn out groan as his cock rammed home and pulled back.





Susan was lost to the real world; she had never even imagined being fucked like this, let alone actually having been fucked like this. Her grunts and groans grew loader as her first organism swept through her body.
He the continued the long hard thrust and slow withdrawals for a while, but gradually his self control collapse and began to fuck Susan faster until with a loud cry be began to cum, pumping spunk into his daughters cunt, trying to push his cock in deeper, so hard the table had was forced up again the wall. He continued to pump into her, until he started going soft and then suddenly he pulled out staggered away from her, almost tripping on his trousers, still tangled around his ankles, he staggered and collapsed into the sofa.





Slowly he cam back to reality, the mix of lust and anger fading, being replaced by guilt and remorse, he looked at Susan, still lying bent across the table, seemingly unconscious, her dress still rucked up around her hips. Mike wanted to say something, apologise, to go to her, but what can you to your daughter when you’ve just rapped her. Just then she stirred, pushing herself up into a sitting position on the table, she turned to face her father, but her hair hung over her face. Then she swept it back and looked at Mike, her father.


“Susan, I’m sorry…I don’t…don’t what came over me…”

“Oh really daddy, shut up, I’ve read the things on your computer, you’ve been wanting to fuck me for a long time, its ok, I’ve wanted it too”.

She stood, and walked over to Mike, still sitting on the sofa. Mike just watched, as his half naked daughter stood in front of him, part of him noted that she was smooth between her legs, not a single hair. Susan noticed her fathers eyes drop and guessed what had made them drop.
“I did that because I knew that’s how you like girls, just like all those pictures on the computer, especially the ones that looked like me”.
“I had no idea you could get on my computer…what about the password, how…?
“Cos I know you write them down in your address book, I’ve seen you look at them”, Susan began to sink to her knees, her thighs spreading wide, she rested her arse on the back of her ankles.

“I’ve been peeking at you computer ever since I was 14 and fantasying about doing things like this ever since…”

“Doing what, being a hooker” replied Mike.

“Nooo, that’s was Julies idea. No, fantasying about this” Susan lent forward and gripped Mike’s semi hard cock.

“I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to hold it.”

Mike breathed in sharply at the soft touch of around his cock.
“I never imagined it would be so big, even soft, like this, its bigger then any of the boys I been with.”

For some reason the mention of other boys made him both jealous and angry, but Susan’s massaging of his already hardening cock soon smothered any such emotions as his cock began to swell in his daughter’s hand.

“Ohh my god, it’s so big, I can’t believe I had that in me…fuck”.
Susan was now slowly wanking her fathers cock, he closed his eyes and he let out a gentle groan.

“Do you like that Daddy?”





Mike just swallowed and nodded, his eyes closed, all feeling of regret and shame evaporating at that touch. Suddenly his eyes flew open has he felt something moist and soft touch is cock head. He looked down, Susan was gently kissing his cock head, and her eyes looked up at him and fixed his gaze. Looking straight into Mikes eyes, Susan slowly let her lips slide over fathers cock head, he gasped as her head lowered her mouth down onto his cock. Slowly her lips spread wide, as her mouth slid down his thick shaft, he could feel her tongue sliding slowly around is cock. She was still lowering her mouth down further, Christ he thought, even though his raising lust, how much is she going to take. Yet another part of is mind wanted to ask her where in the hell she had leant to do this. But the sensation that was busting from between his legs soon overwhelmed any thoughts, so he surrendered to it. Her tongue was sliding and snaking around his shaft, suddenly there was a gasp and a chock, and Susan pulled up. Mike opened his eyes, and looked down at is smiling daughter.


“Woooaaa too big to swallow in one go” she said “I going to have to practice more” and with that she lent back over his cock and began to lick and kiss her fathers cock. She ran her tongue down is shaft, and then over his balls, twisting the tip through his hairs, she kiss them and then slid her tongue back up his shaft. Again her lips slide over his cock head, but this time they lingered and she began to suck and run her tongue over his sensitive glands, making her Daddy groan out load and arch his back, pushing his cock up into her mouth. Susan let out a muffled squeal of surprise. She began to pump her head up and down, her lips sliding down his shaft and then back up to cock head, and each time, her tongue would press down and slide against his cock. After five minutes she came up for air, and Mike could now think clearly again, god, she’d done this before.

“Where did you learn to do that young lady”.

“Hhhh emmm, I read about in on the internet….” replied Susan, with little conviction.
“Bullocks, you knew what you were doing.”
Susan smiled shyly, and replied “hmmm did daddy like what I was doing, did I do it goooood” she lisped.

“Yes, you did gooood and what I want to know is how you know how to do so gooodd, so answer the question young lady?”

“Well, I’ve practiced.”

“On what or should I say on who?”

“Well, me and Julie have used bananas and….and ummm a vibrator and huuuummm…” she fell silent.

“And?” asked Mike, trying to make himself sound stern.
“And Tim, and one or two other boys…but it’s mostly Tim.”

“And who is Tim…a boy at school?”

“No, he’s Julie’s cousin, he’s 21.”

“So, how long has “Tim” been giving cock sucking lessons?”

“Well errrrr…”

“How long”, again making his voice stern, yet his still fully hard cock showed he was still randy as hell.

“Well, since I was 14, I walked in on Julie and Tim, and things went on from there.”
“I suppose Tim has fucked you too, did he pop you cherry?”
“No, he said he wouldn’t, reckoned he’d be in enough trouble.”

Susan let forward and began to run her tongue around her fathers cock head.”
“Hmmm I think you enjoying this far too much” Mike stood up pushing Susan back, but not to hard, “you’re a naughty little slut, and clearly need to be punished for being a whore.”





Susan shivered with anticipation and little bit of fear, she’d read the sort of stories her father liked and seen the pictures, so knew what was going to happen. She let her head hang down, and adopted a subservient posture.
Mike thought to himself, she knows, she playing alone, hussy.





Clearly, I’ve been far too soft with you” he announced “this is for you own good Susan, now stand up.”

Susan stood up, contriving to keep her dress up around her waist, and then letting her hands drop behind her, still with her head bowed.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good from now, I promise.”

“That may well be, but that doesn’t excuse your behaviour, bend over the arm of the sofa.”

Susan moved forward and obeyed her father.

“Push you bum further up” he commanded.

Susan obeyed.





Oh my, he thought, surveying the scene in front of him, how many times had he fantasised about this, and now here he was, half naked, is cock fully erect and is daughter, bent over, her naked arse bare and exposed. He walked over and stood next to her, he rested his hand on her arse, and she shivered at his touch. He then gently stroked her cheeks, first the left and then right, he carried on doing this for several minutes. What a beautiful arse, I wonder is if she’s had her anal cherry popped he pondered.





With that he raised his hand, and holding it in the air for a second, brought it down. As the flat palm of his hand made contact with Susan’s left cheek she jumped, although it hadn’t been really hard, the slap had caught her by surprise. Mike kept his hand resting on her cheek, gently stroking, hmmm such a sweet arse he thought, then again, raised his hand.

Smack!!! Harder this time, Susan jumped forward a bit, and gave a little cry.
“This is what happens to bad girls Susan, what are you?” ask Mike, again his hand was stroking her cheek.

“I am a bad gurl…. (Smack!) ouuuuwwwhh”.

Another smack cut her off.

“Yes, a bad girl, your also a dirty little slut aren’t you?”

She didn’t answer. (Smack) “Ooooowwwwwwwwwch”.

“I asked you a question, Slut!!.”

“Yes Daddy, I’m a dirty slut, a dirty daddy’s cock sucking slut.”

“Are you?”

“Yes Daddy, I am your whore….ouch”, another smack, but not as hard this time.
“My whore; so no more walking the street selling yourself?”

“No daddy”

Smack!!

“No more sucking Timmy’s cock?”

“No daddy”

Smack, but this time on the other cheek.

“Please daddy I’ll be a good gurl……ooooouuuuchhhhh” cried Susan.

“No, you’re going to be bad, very bad and very dirty.”

“Yes daddy” there was a hint of smile in her voice.


Mike rested his hand on her arse, and then walked around until he was standing directly behind her, her cheeks had a nice redness, contrasting nicely with the milky whiteness, hmmm so smooth and round, just like a peach. Mike dropped to his knees.





The movement made Susan look around to see her dad on his knees directly facing her arse, what he doing….ohhhh. Mike had lent forward and kissed her left cheek, where his hand had smacked her. Mike continued to kiss her red arse cheeks, first the left and then right, then he ran his tongue down between her cheeks, down to her pussy, Susan squealed with delight.





Mike muffled voice commanded her “move your legs apart!”
Susan did as she was told, ohhhhh she could feel her fathers breath on bare lips of her cunt, she sighed as his hand gripped her thighs, and then she gasped as she felt is lips touch her cunt lips.


Her groans grew loader as Mike pushed his tongue into her pussy and began to lick inside her pussy. Hmmm she tastes so sweet, he thought, and began to alternate his licks with placing his mouth over her lips and sucking her juice from her pussy, which made her gasp and groan even more. None of the men or boys she’d been with wanted to do this, only her friend Julie had licked her pussy, and with the extra thrill of the tongue belonging to her daddy, it was so just…well indescribable. Mike suddenly changed the position of his hands, lifted Susan up and then adjusting the angle of his head, place his mouth so that Susan’s pussy was resting on top it, her feet on tip toes. Mike pushed his tongue deep inside her cunt, as far as it would go, licking and then pulling back and then pushing in again, over and over again, tongue fucking his daughter.





He felt her legs give way, now he was supporting most of her weight on his mouth, he griped more firmly and used his teeth to rube against her pussy lips and clit, alternating this with his tongue fucking, his breathing was difficult, and his face and upper body were soaked in cunt juice. Susan’s groans and cries where merging into one continues wail as she reached her orgasms. She went very tense and then began to she shake uncontrollably has she went through her first ever multiple organism. Mike held his mouth on her as long as he could, but he couldn’t breath, and had to pull away, allowing Susan, who was still moaning and shacking, to fall back to rest on the arm of the sofa.





Mike sat back and caught his breath, although he had not finished yet, all the while he had been muff diving Susan, he’d been thinking about another hole, just above where his mouth was, hmmmm yes he thought, lets just let her settle down.





Susan appeared to have lost consciousness, her breathing was still rapid and deep, but slowly it slowed down, to a deep, contented rhythm.





Mike again lent forward, and rested a hand of each cheek, he began to stroke them, and then he spread them apart, and lent forward, and run his tongue from the base of Susan’s spine down between them. Susan moaned, but remained still as her fathers tongue slide down between her cheeks and reached her anal cherry, ignoring the scent and the taste he began to lick her anal ring. Susan reaction was instant, it was as if he was using a red hot poker.


“Ohhhhhhhhh myyyy, what are you doing, you can’t touch me there…ooooohhhh woooowwwwwwww…” Mike began pushing his tongue in through her anal ring, assaulting her with a whole new range of sensations. He carried on pushing his tongue in licking and flexing, the taste almost make him gag, but still he continued to lick and probe.

Susan continued to shout “oh my, oh good, that’s good, oh god yes that…”


She’s almost ready thought Mike pulling his tongue out, he quickly stood, and gripping her by the hip, he plunged his cock back into her pussy, crushing her against the sofa, causing Susan to grunt loudly, as he pumped his cocking and out of her cunt. Then he slowed down, and began to push one of his fingers between her arse cheeks and then pushed it into her arse, which caused Susan to cry out again “ooucch that hurt!!.”

“Really, did it, well its not hurting as much as when my cock is in there.”

“Woooaaaa no, you can’t, your too big, it split me open…please you can’t.”

Susan tried to push up, but Mike grab her arm, and pulled it back, and held it behind her.

“I told you I was going to punish you for being a slut whore”, Mike began to pump is finger in and out of Susan arse, his saliva barely enough to lubricate it. Yet despite the initial pain, the sensation wasn’t unpleasant, she’d had been interested about anal sex, just never imagined anything as big as her daddy’s cock. Mike pulled his cock out, and removed his finger from her arse, and moved his hand down to her pussy, he pushed is fingers into the soaking and dripping channel, to get is fingers slick with cunt juice, he pulled is fingers out, and then cupped his hand over her pussy and squeezed so that is hand became soaked in juices, and it began to collect. He the took his hand away and moved it back up to her anal ring, at the same time reinserting his slick cock into her pussy.





Again, he insert a finger, this time it when in more smoothly, and started pumping it, at the same time allow the juiced from her pussy to flow down to her arse, he pushed in another finger, and pumped away. Susan just lay the flexing her hands and moan as her father rapped her virgin arsehole, she began to relax, yet her anal rings grip remained tight.





Hmmm she’s so tight, I think I going to need something better “Stay there and don’t move” ordered Mike as he pulled away. He thought for a second, yes, in the kitchen, he walked in and quickly picked up the butter, yes this will do, brings a totally new meaning to “buttering up.”





He returned to Susan, still bent over the arm of the sofa, legs spread. He stood behind her, with the butter in one hand; he pushed his fingers in and began to spread in over his cock, wanking it up and down, when he felt that he done enough, he pushed his finger into the butter again. This time, his fingers began to smear the butter around Susan’s anal ring, the coolness made her looks up.


“What’s that, butter?”

“I don’t want to do you any permanent damage, and this is best I could find, of course I can leave it if you like….my cock is still going in.”





She turned back without a reply, she could see the lust in his eyes, again she knew her father had a passion for anal sex, the stories, the pictures and the videos, all contained a great deal of anal sex, no wonder we had a broadband connection, randy old sod. She could feel her father pushing is his fingers in, they went in more smoothly, she must relax she told herself, and perhaps the butter would make it easier.


Mike was pumping his finger into her tight arse, good he thought, she beginning to relax. Although he wanted to do this badly, he didn’t want to really hurt her. He took another knob of butter and then began to work in two fingers, pushing the butter in, and spreading it around and then finger fucking her. Right I think that should be okay, taking his fingers out, he moved forward, spreading her arse cheeks he allowed his cock to slide up between them, pushing his cock head between her cheeks, and rocking back and forth, rubbing it. He gripped his cock, and positioned it against her anal cherry hole, and rubbed it, sometimes pushing against it, but not penetrating.





Mike carried on doing this for a while, sometimes sliding his cock between her cheeks and sometimes rubbing against her anal ring. Hmmm perhaps a bit more butter, he reached over for another knob of butter, and then smeared and spread over the end of his cock and then repositioned it against her arsehole. This time he began to push against it the tight ring.


“Try to relax, that way the pain will fade more quickly” he told Susan.

She merely nodded, but in her head she was saying “Oh my god” desperately fighting the desire to fight this assault, to run from the room, yet this conflicted the part of her that wanted to feel the pain, feel that big massive cock inside her.


“Ohhhh god, fuuuuuuuuuuuckkk” she cried out.

Mike had pushed his cock in, its head was griped by her tight anal ring. He stood still for a second, giving her ring time to stretch. Then he began to gently rock back and forth, but with more force on the inward move, so that his cock was pushed its way in slowly, deeper and deeper. Susan was making lot of noise, gasping and groaning, cursing and swearing, begging him to stop, “oh fuck please, daddy, ppleasssssseoowwwwwwww, ooohhh god, yes, good.”



Again Mike paused, he had three to four inches inside, time to let her get use to it, and he didn’t want to cum to soon, just pumping his cock in had been almost enough to bring him to he edge. After a few minutes he began to pump back and forth, short movements at first, not trying to push any further but then a bit longer.


Susan was now moaning and groaning, whispering “oh yes…yes…that feels good now….”

Mike began to pick up the pace, but he knew it could not last too long, he neared the edge, he began to pump harder, to loose control, to push is cock in further deeper, causing Susan to cry and curse louder, as she gripped the sofa, clawing at it, partly to try and pull away when the pain grew too intense, and partly to push back against the cock as it pulled away.
Mike was right on the edge, he pulled back and with a loud cry he forced his cock back all the way in.





Susan scream loudly, Mike began to pump his sperm into her arse hole, he pulled back and force it back in, and again, pumping more spunk in. He carried on doing this until he could stand it no more and collapsed on the floor, exhausted.





Slowly reality seeped back in, slowly he became aware of Susan’s quite sobbing, but he could not force himself to look, guilt and shame washed over him like the incoming tide. What had done, he’d rapped is daughter, oh god, what had he done. He stood and rushed up stairs and threw himself along the landing into his room, slamming the door and locking it and the collapsing on the bed and began to cry. Much later he heard a gentle tape on the door, and Susan’s voice calling him. He ignored it and remained silent, until she went away. Eventually he fell into a deep sleep.





Next Morning





Mike awoke, it was daylight, and he glanced over at the clock, hmmm 10:30, he’d slept late, god he was sore….then it hit, the memory of last night. Ohhh god, what was he going to do…he lay there thinking. Well he’d better get cleaned up, and then he would force himself to face Susan. He got up, stripped of the remains of his clothes and picked up his dressing gown and slipped into it and unlocked his bedroom door.





Susan’s door was closed, he was tempted to go in, but no, first he should have a shower. He moved quietly to the bathroom, and slipped through door. He could not look at himself in the mirror, he moved straight over to the shower, and turned it on. Slipping off the dressing gown he stepped under the powerful jet without waiting for it to warm up. The cold water was a shock, but he needed it, then the water became warmer, he reached for the shower gel and sponge, and began to lather himself all over.





Just then he felt a movement behind, the shower curtain had been opened; he spun around to see Susan slip in, a smile on her slips. Mike opened his mouth to speak, but Susan pressed her hand against his mouth to silence him and then leaned towards him and kissed his mouth, Mike’s arms went around her and pulled her towards him, he could feel her nipples pressing against her. She pulled away, and said “its ok daddy”.

With that she took the sponge and began to soap her father up and down, she winched with the movement.





“Are you OK” asked Mike full of concern.

“Hmm yes, just very, very sore, sitting is going to be painful, thanks to this monster”. With that she pushed her father against the side of the shower, and lowered herself down, slowly, to her knees and began to cover her father growing erection with soap.

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