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Kinky Shit
Male. Just a collection of the kinky shit that turns me on.
He found her out back, sunning herself by the pool in her skimpy bikini, texting and trading sexy selfies with her friends. Her phone was angrily snatched from her hand, and as he kept her at bay with one arm he searched the device with the other, looking for any hint or proof of what he had just learned of. And there it was: a video of his daughter getting railed by multiple guys, taken with her own phone.
When she heard the faint, familiar audio coming out of the speakers, of her eagerly begging to be fucked again and again, her eyes grew wide in shock and her struggles to take back the phone ceased. Someone had passed the video around. Someone had been caught playing it at school for an audience. And now her father - and her classmates - knew the truth about her.
The phone clattered to the ground. She had never seen him this angry before. She flinched when his hand lashed out, but it wasn't to strike her. Instead he grabbed a fistful of her hair at the base of her scalp and pulled her inside the house, as she struggled to keep pace with him.
She didn't know what to expect, but was nevertheless surprised to find herself dragged upstairs and into her parents' room. With his hand still in her hair, he directed her over to the bed that he shared with her mother and threw her down on it.
"I had a feeling you were nothing but a whore," he snarled as he pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. "Your mother was the same at your age." His daughter, his princess, his bratty little cocktease, could only look up at him in horrified fascination. Was this really going to happen? Was her own father really going to fuck her with the same cock that had created her in her mother's womb? And why did she feel her pussy getting damp at the thought as he tugged off his socks and unbuckled his pants?
"I taught her to be satisfied with just one dick," he continued as his pants fell and he stepped out of them. There was a substantial bulge tenting his briefs, and she gasped at the sight of it. "Mine. And now I'm going to teach you the same." He pulled off his briefs, freeing his massive erection and heavy balls. He had never felt so turned on in his life. He felt more than a little crazy as he stood naked and erect before his barely-clothed daughter, but also so very right.
He came for her then, climbing onto the bed and flipping her over, positioning her as she had been in the video. On all fours. Like a bitch in heat, she dimly thought. Her bikini bottoms were roughly pulled off, and then his hands were on her hips, pulling her back towards him as he lined up the head of his swollen cock. She registered the sensation of his tip at her entrance, but didn't even have time to draw a breath before he slammed his entire length into her. She cried out in pain and shock as his cock head hit her cervix. Some sense returned to her in that moment and she wanted to protest, to tell him no, to plead with him to stop. This was insane. This was too much. She may have been a slut but she couldn't fuck her own father. But before she could catch her breath he had drawn out of her and furiously thrust back inside. Slowly, methodically, he drove into her, again and again. Her mind was all jumbled up, and she was only able to shout and whine and grunt as she felt him fill and pull out of her sore pussy over and over.
He held her upright with one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, preventing her from collapsing atop the comforter as he fucked her. He paused long enough to free her bouncing breasts from the bikini top and finally, briefly, got to feel their glory, before he resumed his assault. Gradually she got used to his thickness and his powerful thrusts, and while each invasion still hurt, she also felt the wave of an unbelievable orgasm building within. A smile spread over her face after the next hit to her cervix. Then she finally managed to speak intelligible words.
"Daddy. Don't. Stop."
He did not. He kept at it until the seed that had given her life was filling her, flooding her, dripping down from her and making a mess on the duvet. And he was right, just like her mother she would never again needed another dick; only her daddy's from then on.
He found her out back, sunning herself by the pool in her skimpy bikini, texting and trading sexy selfies with her friends. Her phone was angrily snatched from her hand, and as he kept her at bay with one arm he searched the device with the other, looking for any hint or proof of what he had just learned of. And there it was: a video of his daughter getting railed by multiple guys, taken with her own phone.
When she heard the faint, familiar audio coming out of the speakers, of her eagerly begging to be fucked again and again, her eyes grew wide in shock and her struggles to take back the phone ceased. Someone had passed the video around. Someone had been caught playing it at school for an audience. And now her father - and her classmates - knew the truth about her.
The phone clattered to the ground. She had never seen him this angry before. She flinched when his hand lashed out, but it wasn't to strike her. Instead he grabbed a fistful of her hair at the base of her scalp and pulled her inside the house, as she struggled to keep pace with him.
She didn't know what to expect, but was nevertheless surprised to find herself dragged upstairs and into her parents' room. With his hand still in her hair, he directed her over to the bed that he shared with her mother and threw her down on it.
"I had a feeling you were nothing but a whore," he snarled as he pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. "Your mother was the same at your age." His daughter, his princess, his bratty little cocktease, could only look up at him in horrified fascination. Was this really going to happen? Was her own father really going to fuck her with the same cock that had created her in her mother's womb? And why did she feel her pussy getting damp at the thought as he tugged off his socks and unbuckled his pants?
"I taught her to be satisfied with just one dick," he continued as his pants fell and he stepped out of them. There was a substantial bulge tenting his briefs, and she gasped at the sight of it. "Mine. And now I'm going to teach you the same." He pulled off his briefs, freeing his massive erection and heavy balls. He had never felt so turned on in his life. He felt more than a little crazy as he stood naked and erect before his barely-clothed daughter, but also so very right.
He came for her then, climbing onto the bed and flipping her over, positioning her as she had been in the video. On all fours. Like a bitch in heat, she dimly thought. Her bikini bottoms were roughly pulled off, and then his hands were on her hips, pulling her back towards him as he lined up the head of his swollen cock. She registered the sensation of his tip at her entrance, but didn't even have time to draw a breath before he slammed his entire length into her. She cried out in pain and shock as his cock head hit her cervix. Some sense returned to her in that moment and she wanted to protest, to tell him no, to plead with him to stop. This was insane. This was too much. She may have been a slut but she couldn't fuck her own father. But before she could catch her breath he had drawn out of her and furiously thrust back inside. Slowly, methodically, he drove into her, again and again. Her mind was all jumbled up, and she was only able to shout and whine and grunt as she felt him fill and pull out of her sore pussy over and over.
He held her upright with one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, preventing her from collapsing atop the comforter as he fucked her. He paused long enough to free her bouncing breasts from the bikini top and finally, briefly, got to feel their glory, before he resumed his assault. Gradually she got used to his thickness and his powerful thrusts, and while each invasion still hurt, she also felt the wave of an unbelievable orgasm building within. A smile spread over her face after the next hit to her cervix. Then she finally managed to speak intelligible words.
"Daddy. Don't. Stop."
He did not. He kept at it until the seed that had given her life was filling her, flooding her, dripping down from her and making a mess on the duvet. And he was right, just like her mother she would never again needed another dick; only her daddy's from then on.