Father Forces Sex on His Daughter

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After forcing sex on his 18 year old daughter, she becomes her slut puppy wanted to be fucked again, and again.

“What the hell are you doing?” Cinda snarled, pushing her father’s hand away from her chest. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she stumbled backward, her heart hammering in her chest.

Her father, a towering figure of authority in her life, had never made such an advance before. His eyes were dark with a hunger she didn’t understand. “It’s okay, baby,” he slurred, his voice thick with drink. “You’re all grown up now. It’s time we shared something special.”

The room spun around Cinda as she tried to make sense of his words. The taste of fear was bitter in her mouth, but she couldn’t help the way her body responded to his touch. She felt her nipples stiffen beneath her shirt, a traitorous sensation that sent a jolt of panic through her.

“No, daddy,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “Please don’t.” But even as she said it, she could feel the wetness spreading between her legs, the betrayal of her own body making her feel even dirtier.

Her father’s hand found its way back to her, his thumb brushing over the peak of her nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure through her that she didn’t want to acknowledge. “You’re mine,” he growled, his face twisting into something feral and terrifyingly desperate.

Cinda felt a strange mix of fear and arousal as she looked into his eyes. She knew she should fight, but the feeling of his hand on her body was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was as if she was being claimed by the very essence of her existence, and she was powerless to resist.

Her father’s hand moved down her stomach, reaching for the hem of her skirt. She could feel the fabric of her panties sticking to her, soaked with the evidence of her unwanted excitement. “You want this,” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. “You’ve always wanted this.”

And in that moment, as his fingers grazed the soft skin of her inner thigh, she realized with horror that maybe he was right.

Her father’s touch grew more insistent, pushing her skirt up to reveal the lacy panties that had been her secret defense. He groaned at the sight, and Cinda felt a strange thrill of power. She had never seen a man look at her with such raw hunger.

“Take them off,” he demanded, his voice low and guttural. Cinda’s hands obeyed, trembling as she slid the soaked fabric down her legs and stepped out of them. She stood before him, exposed and vulnerable, the fear slowly morphing into something darker and more primal.

He stepped closer, the bulge in his pants growing more pronounced with every breath he took. Cinda’s eyes were drawn to it, her body responding in a way she had never allowed herself to before. Her father’s hand reached out, his thumb hooking under the elastic band of her panties and pulling them aside. The cool air of the room hit her wetness, making her gasp.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her pussy, and she felt the tip of his tongue flick out, tasting her. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through her body that made her knees buckle.

“You’re so sweet,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “So fucking sweet.”

And then he was on her, pushing her down onto the couch, his weight pressing her into the cushions. She could feel the heat of his cock through his pants, and the thought of it entering her made her whimper.

Cinda’s mind was a tumult of emotions, fear and arousal fighting for dominance. But as he ripped open his fly and freed himself, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance, she knew she was going to let him take her.

Her father’s hand slammed down onto the back of her head, pushing her face into the couch cushion as he thrust into her, hard and fast. She could feel every inch of him, filling her up in a way that was both painful and exhilarating.

Her pussy clenched around him, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion, and Cinda realized with a start that she was moaning, her body betraying her once again. The pain was quickly giving way to pleasure, a deep, visceral need that she hadn’t known existed.

He began to pump into her, his breathing ragged and desperate. Cinda could feel his cock pulsing, thick and hard inside her, and she knew he was close. The realization sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her, making her want to push back against him, to take him deeper.

But she remained still, letting him use her body for his own twisted pleasure, her mind a swirl of conflicting thoughts and emotions. As he reached his climax, she felt the hot spurt of his seed fill her, and something in her snapped.

The walls of her pussy contracted around him, her own orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a powerful release that seemed to shake her to her very core.

When he pulled out, she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust. “Fuck me again,” she begged, her voice raw and needy. “Please, daddy, fuck me again.”

Her father looked down at her, his own eyes wide with shock and desire. Without a word, he leaned in, capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss as he positioned himself at her entrance once more.

And with every thrust, Cinda felt herself sinking deeper into the dark, depraved world she never knew she craved. The line between love and lust, between right and wrong, had been blurred beyond recognition, and she knew she would never be the same again.

Their bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time, the sounds of their flesh slapping echoing through the room. Cinda’s moans grew louder, her nails digging into the couch cushions as she gave herself over to the primal need that had taken hold of her.

Her father’s grip on her hips tightened, his strokes growing more urgent, and she knew he was close to filling her once more. The thought sent another jolt of excitement through her, and she pushed back, meeting his every thrust with an eagerness she had never felt before.

“Fuck me, daddy!” Cinda screamed, the words leaving her mouth in a guttural cry that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside her. She didn’t recognize the voice, didn’t recognize the person she had become in that moment.

He responded with a roar of his own, pounding into her with a ferocity that was almost painful. Yet she welcomed it, the sensation of being claimed so completely by the man who had raised her. The man whose DNA flowed through her veins.

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, crashing over her and leaving her trembling in its wake. She felt the hot spurt of his seed inside her, a strange sense of accomplishment flooding through her as she milked his cock for every last drop.

As they lay there, panting and spent, Cinda knew that she had crossed a line she could never uncross. The power dynamics had shifted, and she was no longer just his daughter. She was his slut, his to use and abuse as he saw fit.

Her father pulled out of her, a smug smile playing on his lips. “You liked that, didn’t you?” he said, his voice still thick with lust.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. “I liked it.”

The admission hung in the air between them, a stark confession that changed everything. He leaned in, his hand sliding down her body to cup her swollen pussy. “Good,” he murmured. “Because from now on, you’re going to be begging for it.”

And Cinda knew, deep in her core, that she would. The taboo nature of their encounter had only served to heighten her arousal, and she craved the feeling of his cock inside her, the sound of his voice telling her what a good girl she was for letting him use her body for his pleasure.

The next few weeks were a blur of illicit encounters, each one more depraved than the last. Cinda found herself eagerly awaiting the moments when she could be alone with her father, her body primed for his touch.

They fucked on every piece of furniture in the house, in every room. Her mother’s bed, the kitchen table, even the floor of the shower. Every time, Cinda felt more and more like the slut she knew she had become, and every time she begged for more.

Her father was insatiable, his appetite for her young, tight body seemingly never-ending. He taught her things she had never even dreamed of, pushing her boundaries and showing her the darker side of pleasure she hadn’t known existed.

And with every passing day, Cinda grew to love it. She reveled in the power she had over him, in the way his eyes glazed over when he looked at her, the way his cock swelled at the mere mention of her name.

Their twisted relationship grew more intense, a dance of lust and control that neither of them could resist. And as she lay in his arms, her body still trembling from yet another earth-shattering climax, Cinda knew that she would never be able to go back to the girl she was before. She had become a creature of desire, and she had her father to thank for it.

“I need you, daddy,” she murmured, her voice filled with need. “I need you to fuck me again.”

He chuckled darkly, his hand sliding down to caress her still-sensitive clit. “As you wish,” he said, his cock already hardening against her thigh. “But next time, we’ll have to be quieter. We don’t want your mother to hear, do we?”

Cinda bit her lip, the thrill of their secret making her even wetter. “No,” she whispered. “We don’t.”

And with that, he was on her again, claiming her mouth and her pussy with a passion that was as terrifying as it was exhilarating. The world outside their bedroom door ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the feeling of her father’s cock driving into her, over and over, until they were both lost in the throes of their forbidden pleasure.

“I’m Daddy’s slut,” Cinda whispered, the words leaving her mouth in a breathless moan as he filled her completely. She could feel her orgasm building, the tension coiling tightly in her stomach, her thighs quivering with anticipation.

Her father’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her face, the expression on his face a mix of hunger and possessiveness. “That’s right,” he growled, his voice low and predatory. “You’re mine to fuck whenever I want.”

Cinda’s pussy clenched around him as she felt another orgasm building. She had never felt so used, so owned, and yet she reveled in it. The very thought of her mother hearing her cries of pleasure sent a thrill of excitement through her, making her want to scream out even louder.

Her father’s hand moved from her clit to her throat, his grip firm but not quite cutting off her air. “You’re going to keep it down,” he warned, his voice a dark rumble in her ear. “Or I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

The threat only made her wetter, and she nodded, biting down on her lower lip to stifle her moans as he began to thrust harder and deeper. She could feel every vein of his cock, every inch of his length as he claimed her once more.

Their rhythm grew frantic, their breaths mingling in the stifling air of the room. Cinda’s nails raked down his back, leaving red trails in their wake, as she matched his movements with her own. The pressure in her belly grew, the tension unbearable, until she shattered, her orgasm tearing through her like a tornado.

Her father followed soon after, his seed spilling into her with a final, desperate thrust. They lay there, panting and sweaty, their hearts beating in unison, the only sound in the room the harsh rasp of their breaths.

As the days turned into weeks, Cinda found herself becoming more and more brazen in her pursuit of her father’s cock. She would wear outfits that she knew would drive him wild, bending over in front of him and making sure to leave her bedroom door open when she changed.

One evening, she waited until her mother had gone to bed before making her move. She walked into the living room where her father was watching TV, wearing nothing but a sheer negligee that barely covered her nakedness.

“I need you, daddy,” she purred, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Her father’s eyes widened, but the lust in them was unmistakable. He set aside the remote and stood, his cock already thickening in his pants. Without a word, he stalked over to her, his hand reaching out to pull her closer.

He kissed her, his tongue pushing past her lips to tangle with hers. Cinda could taste the whiskey on his breath, the scent of him making her knees go weak. She knew she was his, utterly and completely, and she loved it.

He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the couch. She felt his hardness pressing against her, the fabric of his pants rough against her bare skin. He sat down, settling her onto his lap, and she could feel the heat of his cock against her ass.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice hoarse with need.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “I want you to fill me up and make me scream.”

Without another word, he reached down, his hand fumbling with the clasp of his belt. He freed his cock, the head glistening with precum. Cinda squirmed, eager to feel him inside her again.

Her father’s hand moved to her pussy, his thumb circling her clit as he positioned himself. He pushed inside her, the sensation of fullness making her gasp. She tightened around him, her muscles clenching in an effort to keep him there, to never let him go.

Their movements grew more urgent, the sound of their skin slapping together a testament to their passion. Cinda’s breath grew ragged as she felt another orgasm building, her body tightening around her father’s cock like a vise.

And then she was coming, her cries muffled by his hand as he pushed into her harder, faster, his own climax following closely behind. They stayed like that, locked in their depraved embrace, until their breathing had returned to normal.

When they finally pulled apart, Cinda couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Her father had claimed her in the most primal way possible, and she had given herself to him willingly. There was no going back now, and she didn’t want to.

Their secret life together grew more intense, more dangerous with each passing day. The thrill of being caught only added to their desire for each other, making their encounters even more explosive.

But as Cinda lay in her father’s arms, her breath still coming in ragged gasps, she couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. She had never been so openly sexual with anyone before, let alone the man who had raised her, and the weight of their secret felt like it was crushing her. Yet even as she felt the guilt and fear, she couldn’t deny the desperate need that clawed at her insides, begging for more of his touch.

Their encounters grew bolder, more frequent, and Cinda found herself craving the feel of his cock inside her at all times. She would sneak glances at him when her mother wasn’t looking, her thoughts a whirlwind of lust and taboo. The thrill of their illicit affair had become an addiction, and she was powerless to resist.

One day, as they fucked on the floor of the laundry room, the washing machine rumbling in the background, Cinda couldn’t help but wonder what her mother would think if she knew. Would she be repulsed? Would she understand? The thought made Cinda’s stomach twist, but she pushed it away, focusing instead on the way her father’s cock filled her to the brim, the delicious friction sending her spiraling towards another shuddering climax.

Her father’s hand found its way to her mouth, his fingers pressing against her lips as he picked up the pace. “Keep it down,” he hissed, his eyes boring into hers. The command only served to make her wetter, the idea of being caught by her mother while she was being used by her own father sending a shiver of excitement down her spine. She nodded, her eyes wide with arousal as she bit down on her lower lip to muffle her cries.

The tension grew, the room thick with the scent of sex and laundry detergent. Cinda could feel her father’s cock swelling inside her, his breaths growing harsher. She knew he was close, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear.

And then it happened. He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, filling her with his seed. Cinda felt the warmth spread through her, the sensation sending her over the edge as she came with a muffled scream, her body convulsing around him.

For a moment, they lay there, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing. Then, with a start, Cinda realized that they had left a trail of evidence from the bedroom to the laundry room. The floor was sticky with their juices, and the scent of sex lingered in the air like a thick fog.

Panic set in, and she began to scramble away from him, her mind racing with thoughts of what they had done. But her father’s grip on her wrist was firm, his eyes dark with lust and something else she couldn’t quite place. “You’re not going anywhere,” he growled, pulling her back towards him.

Cinda’s stomach dropped as she realized the depth of their depravity. They had crossed a line, and there was no turning back. Her father was no longer just a man with needs; he was a predator, and she was his willing prey.

Their relationship grew more toxic, more consuming, with each passing day. Cinda’s mother began to notice the changes in her daughter’s behavior, the way she flinched at the slightest touch, the haunted look in her eyes. But Cinda was too far gone to care, too lost in the throes of her newfound addiction to the forbidden fruit that was her father’s cock.

Their secret became a dark bond between them, one that grew stronger with every stolen kiss, every furtive glance. And as the days turned into months, Cinda knew that she was irrevocably changed, her innocence a distant memory in the face of the insatiable hunger that now ruled her life.

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