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That was the situation when I decided it was time to rape Susan, to take her virginity. I slipped my wife two extra tablets of Ambien with her dinner. One made her groggy…but a loud noise would still wake her up. She’d never believe that she slept while I raped our daughter in the same room.

I waited until my wife went to bed and was out cold. I put her in the overstuffed chair in the corner of our bedroom. I laid several thick towels down to catch our fluids and her virgin blood. Then I called Susan.

“Yeah dad what do you want?”

I want to talk to you about your behavior in recent months. You’ve become a lying little slut, who is flunking out of school. Is that really what you want? Is that how you want to be treated?”

“Y-you can’t talk to me like that, you are my father!”

“I can talk to you any way I please. It’s time you learned that I am in control. YOU obey ME! Get those clothes off right now, right fucking now!”

Susan was upset but she realized she better listen. She took her nightgown off and waited for me to order her across my lap.

Heh.

“Everything Susan, I want you completely naked–do it.”

“Oh no, dad NO! You can’t be serious–NAKED!”

“C’mere slut” I said as I slung her across me. I undid her bra, and ripped her panties off.

She just laid there in shock as I began to smack her little bottom. It looked so good red and raw. Susan still thought this was discipline. Extreme maybe, but deserved. Until I began to maul her ass, to squeeze and separate it.

“Wh, whut are you doing? MOM wake up, help!” she squeaked in anger and humiliation.

“You are my daughter, how dare you give this sweet little pussy to somebody else before me? I’ve tried everything else to get through to you, call it tough love.”

I began licking and sucking her tits. She struggled but she was just too weak. Her tears and snot and squirming were exciting to me.

I held her down on my bed while her mother slept 3 feet away. Her tits were begging to be sucked and I straddled her body and licked them good. Her nipples began to swell as I played with her. I needed a taste of her mouth and laughed aloud as I kissed my only daughter, long and hard and slow.

“I want you to suck my cock just like you did for that little prick. Suck me Susan, suck your daddy. I deserve it for putting up with your crap. I made you, I own you and you’re going to be my good little girl again.”

My cock slipped into her mouth at last and I loosely grabbed her throat. I made it clear that if she did not suck me properly, I would choke her. After all, it’s not like she had never done it before. My daughter knew how to suck cock good–I saw her do it.

Slowly at first she licked and nibbled on me. Then she sucked on just the tip. I started fucking her mouth and soon had more than half of my 7 inches inside her mouth. She kept making these gurgly wet noises–god she was sexy. Read the rest of this entry »

You are hurrying to get dressed for your evening out. Once again, your husband was sent away on work and wouldn’t be back until morning. This time, your friend Sarah called and invited you for a “night on the town”. You had just finished your hair and had slipped into that naughty spaghetti strap red number that yells out “if I bend over you can fuck me”.

The doorbell chimes. You curse under your breath, but swing the door open wide. At your door is your husband’s boss Jim. “Hi there Debbie”

You are aghast. This is one of the best looking males you have ever seen. Jim is 6foot two, black, in great shape and very well off. He somehow looks a little tough, even in his $4,000 dollar suits. “Oh hi Jim,….Uh, come on in.” He steps in to the doorway and lets the screen door close behind him. “What brings you here?” “I’ve come to take you out for the evening.” “What? I’m not going out for the evening.” “You look dressed for it.” “Yes, but my friend….” “Call her and tell her you’ve got business to deal with.” “What business” you say. Read the rest of this entry »

Having zero conscience makes it so easy. Nothing to stifle the creativity. The Bolton brothers had always been bad news and on this particular day, that fact alone was simply bad luck for fourteen-year-old Kirsty Mitchell, on her way to school. Just another young girl In the right place at the wrong time.

They had followed her sight unseen for a couple of days. The two minutes during which time she crossed the small park fronting Brewer Avenue, presented an unrepeatable opportunity.

As she crossed to the narrow footpath skirting the eastern side of the park, she subconsciously noticed the dark van and the two workman clipping the hedge. It was really too hot for school she mused, how cool would it be at the beach today instead? She was still belaboring the fantasy when a strong hand clamped itself across her mouth and an arm of equal strength encircled her waist. Scarce five-two barefoot and sleight of build, she was lifted bodily and heaved unceremoniously into the van. The rear doors slammed shut and as the first scream formed in her throat, Kenny Bolton put a knife to her cheek. Read the rest of this entry »