“cmere babydoll” as i put the blanket over your body, letting you rest your head on my shoulder. squeezing your thighs as you lay your legs across my lap. my thumb inching closer closer closer. gently rubbing your clit through your panties.

“dad- should you be doing this?”

not a question of we, or you. but should i, your dad, be touching your slick cunt so mindlessly as i watched the tv screen. barely thinking about the plot, just thinking of how sweet you taste, and how wet you are from my fingers.

“yes sweetheart. it’s okay- you don’t have to worry. it’s okay, it feels good right? as long as it feels good it’s okay. just let dad play with you for a while huh?”

i’m on my knees holding your legs open, knees pushed back to your chest. my tongue torturing your swollen, needy clit. my fingers teasing your hole as you drip and beg to be stuffed. teasing you with my cock, until finally the tip slips right in. my hands on your waist as you take every inch.

i can’t help myself, i fuck your sweet cunt until you’re a squirting mess. making you cum again and again until you’re crying. taking my cock slow and deep until i finally fill you up. only then do i kiss you, rough and sloppy, and my lips taste like weed. but my cock is leaking cum into you, and you’re trapped under my weight so you can’t quite go anywhere.

“you’re such a daddy’s girl.”

i give you a few deep thrusts before i’m pulling my phone up and taking a video of my cock going in and out while you’re a whimpering mess.

“dad please- no more”

“one more load baby, you can take one more load. doesn’t dad always know what’s best?”

i film as you try to keep quiet, cum leaking all over the couch, tears streaming down your cheeks. you can’t possibly cum again? until my cock strokes that perfect spot inside you, my fingers against your clit, and my mouth teasing your tits. filling you up one last time, holding you by the hair and forcing you to look at your messy cunt

“you see how good your dad fucks you?”

“you see how much i love you?”

“fuckin breeding your tight hole-“

The man on top of her did not stop pounding into her, and he grunted louder every time she pleaded for him to stop. He had always wanted to try raping a girl to see what it felt like, and he felt a high, almost an intoxication, from how tight her insides were around his cock.

He whispered, "shhh" in her ear, telling her, "Shut the fuck up and take it. I'll be done soon, so don't worry about it."

But she continued to worry because there was a grown man holding her down with a knife pointed directly at her neck while his unprotected cock was lodged inside her pussy. Every time she tried to fight back or move her hips away, she became certain that the knife would slice through her neck and she would bleed out on the pavement before she could get any help. The man kept grunting as he slammed his hips into her like he had never had sex before in his life.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned. "I can feel you squeezing my cock. It feels fucking amazing."

He gripped her thigh hard to hold her open wider. He moaned loudly, his face turning a deep red from the physical effort and the pleasure. As he felt his groin tensing, he groaned, "I'm coming! I'm fucking coming inside you!"

His cock pulsed as he ejaculated with force. She felt the hot spurts of his heavy loads filling her up.

"Shit, fucking hell, that felt so good," he muttered, sounding satisfied. He pulled his cock out of her and stood up immediately. He fixed his pants and adjusted his clothes before he ran off into the darkness of the alley.

She lay on the cold ground and sobbed, but no sounds were coming out of her throat. She felt the rapist's cum starting to leak out, so she reached down and fingered it off her pussy, feeling disgusted by the sticky, white fluid on her fingertips.

"No, no, no," she kept saying to herself. She panicked at the thought that she could get pregnant, remembering that she had just started college and could not have a child now. "No, please no," she said, desperate to get all the cum out of her insides.

She used her fingers to scrape and hook the semen out of her vagina, pushing her fingers deep to try and clear the fluid. She spent several minutes scrubbing at her vagina and thighs with the hem of her dress, trying to remove every trace of the man's seed. After she felt she had removed as much as possible, she wiped the tears from her cheeks and fixed her dress, pulling the fabric back into place.

She stood up on shaky legs and walked back inside the club, acting as if nothing had happened.

---

This is a sample story.