Rich Girl (Prologue) Part 3

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Daemon returned to his house where Jennifer was looking after their two daughters,

“Hey Daemon.” She said, he entered the kitchen, thinking about everything that had happened. “What’s up? You seem off…” She said, reaching out and placing her hand on his cheek.

“Just long shift…” She was wearing jeans shorts and a green tshirt, he placed his hands on her bum and reached his hands under her shorts. “Daemon, the kids!”

“Says the one not wearing underwear.”

“Well, its a warm day” She gave a small shy smile. Daemon felt up her butt and found her vagina slightly wet, he went her back to look for a bra and just found bare soft flesh. He realized she was not wearing a bra either.

“Alright, I’m heading off now.” A male voice growing louder as it came down a hallway. This guy was in his house. Where his wife was by herself, braless and not wearing any underwear. She wouldn’t… “Oh, I didn’t know you were home too.” The guy said, he was bald and moderately muscular. Daemon let go of her.

“What’s this guy doing in our house?” He questioned her, looking towards the guy,

“Huh… I was repairing her pipes.”

“Exactly what I thought.” Daemon said “So, that’s why my wife is not wearing any underwear and is wet.”

“She is?”

“Daemon, what the hell are you talking about? He’s our repairman.”

“Show me your credentials.” Daemon said.

“Yeah… sure. Just watch the stress a bit. Your wife said she was pregnant.”

“What?” Daemon said to him and then looked back at her. “What? You are.”

“Yeah… But we should talk about it.” Jennifer said.

“What? Why?”

“Umm… can I go?”

“Yes. You can. Daemon, at least wait until he leaves.”

“No. Stay. You try to leave and I swear to god I’ll break your jaw.”

“Just calm, sir. I haven’t done anything but repair her pipes.”

“Stop saying it like that! And you Jennifer, what do you want to talk about?”

“Daemon, do you really want me to say in front of him?”

“Yes! Just say it already.”

“Fine! I’m pregnant but its not yours.”

“What?” Daemons heart sank. “How the fuck could you do that to me?”

“What do you mean, Daemon? He told you he was repairing my pipes. He’s been repairing them by coming here and cumming in me.”

“What the actual fuck, Jennifer? You slut? Why are you treating me like this?”

“Oh great. Hey, buddy. You think you can knock up other girls and she wouldn’t find out and cheat too. I’ve fucked her many times.”

“Daemon, for gods sake. Just go and let him fuck me. You have that nerdy slut Jess.”

“Exac” Was all the repairman could get out as Daemon pounced on him.

“You cunt. I’m going to kill you.” He began to punch him in the face but the repairman just laughed.

“Trying laughing now!” Daemon pulled back his arm and punched him in the stomach.

“Daemon, what the hell are you doing.” Jennifer started screaming, he looked over as she yelled “She’s pregnant!” Daemon looked back and saw that he had punched Jess in the pregnant belly and blood pooled from her legs.

“The baby” Jess said, The repairman was next to her laying and she had tried to stop him attacking him but got hit instead.

Daemon shoved his fist up her pussy, jamming his fist up her canal and through her cervix, he yanked out the baby from her womb and out her pussy as she screamed in agony.

“See, she’s not pregnant anymore!”

Daemon jumped up in bed, as he tried to catch his breathe. What the fuck was that dream? Jennifer was naked next to him in bed, sperm swimming within her, remnants of his cum still in her and smearing her hole. She was not currently ovulating, and focused more on looking after her two daughters rather than getting pregnant anyway.

Daemon leaned over and hissed Jennifer on the top of her head, he still loved her, despite everything he had done, he still cared for her and hoped she was going well. Daemon gently slid his phone off the table by his bed. His heart fluttered, and his grew as he saw a message from Jasmine. It was from four hours ago, just before he went to bed, they were discussing what they were going to do about Jess. He had asked what she meant and she sent back a snap of her bump which whether due to her small frame or not was obvious and starting to become semirounded already. The caption read: About this being your baby

She asked questions of:

Do you even love me?

Yes, of course I do.

Sometimes you make it seem like you were just using me for . I won’t be your slut.

I know

Does me being pregnant me nothing to you?

It does. It’s a big thing to me, I’m so happy we’re having a baby.

Then tell her the truth, and leave her. Date me instead.

But it will hurt her. I can’t do that to her

She deserves to know

I’ll think about it

WTF Think about it? Am I just a cum bucket to you?

Jazz, stop overthinking. I’m just going to bed. I really care about you

Next to Jess?

And sure Yes

Do you think she deserves you talking to some bitch you knocked up?

Jazz, you’re not a bitch, and you matter to me. For fucks sake I just want to figure out what’s best

Ok I’ll try to believe that but just because I love you

16 YEARS LATER

“Daemon, I’m sorry but I don’t think us even being friends will be a good idea.” Jess said, standing in the doorway of her house.

“But what about my daughter? What about Freya?”

“You can see her whenever you want to… I just want you to focus on your wife, and your family, and I’ll focus on mine. I already forgave when you told me that you had a wife. Just do me the same and give me this, with… him.” Jess let her dressing gown open and revealed a sixmonth large rounded bump beneath a white bra. It wasn’t his, it was her newly wedded husband. Daemon glanced down at her belly and sighed. “Okay. I…” He scratched his five o’clock shadow facial hear and replied “Well, just send her my love when you see her.”

Daemon turned round and proceeded to walk down the driveway. He pitied his daughter, he kept wondering how she might feel about being a white girl with a black ‘father’, well, he was her father, but acting father. God, she better not have to hear him at night… doing it, with Jess. Just the thought of it send anger through him.

Jess watched him leaving, still by the door, wrapped back in her dressing gown. He had taken ahold of the car door handle but stopped as he saw his daughter ahead of him, two houses away from him, down the pavement, walking with two guys and three females, all dressed in their own clothes, he looked at his silver watch. College had just finished.

Good. He needed to talk to her. He turned began to approach them. The guys, one was dressed in a dark grey hoodie and sweatpants, the other in a fullblack jumpsuit, and it was a hot day. What a idiot, he thought, the other, in shorts and a white shirt.

Two of the girls had blonde hair, the one on the left side next to the guy in the jumpsuit was in grey leggingshorts that put an emphasis on her vagina and shaped it noticeably, she was just wearing a white sports top above with a patch of sunturned red discoloring on her chest. The other blonde was in a short white skirt and a white shirt, she looked like a tennis player and a bit like a harlot because her skirt was too short, so short that he could see the pink panties she was wearing as she walked, and he wasn’t even trying to look. The third female was brownhaired, looked black but was brown, she was wearing grey leggings. The leggings made everything look bigger but this girl was plump.

Jess always did look good in leggings. It actually reminded him when he came over one day, and Jess had looked so good in leggings that he immediately bent her over as she giggled. She had started going to the gym and they started a habit of cumming in her underwear before she went. He once made her cum by rubbing the outside of his pussy with his dick. Before throwing her to the bed and giving her another daughter. Yes, Freya has a sister. Well actually, two halfsisters from Jennifer, and a sister from her sister from her mum who was convinced the baby was born because of their new ‘habit’ and the final, a male baby currently in Jess’s womb.

His daughter had long flowing ginger hair that went down below her shoulders but stopped at her upper lady features, with freckles on her cheeks, she used to hate them as a kid, but now she emphasizes them. She was dressed beautifully with a grey loose top with highwaist jean shorts, high protection against UV damage from sunscreen in her front pocket, a pair of aviators silver rimmed and black lensed on her eyes and thin white nylon kneehigh socks. At least someone was dressing smart, but then again, he was biased.

FREYA – His daughter – A few minutes ago

“God, who’s that handsome guy with that sweetass car?” Jessica had asked, she didn’t realize for so long that she had a friend who had the same hair color and name as her mother. Mostly because, as her daughter, her mother’s name was just that, mum. Freya almost wanted to sigh but she preferred Daemon to her ‘acting’ father who although tried his best, was way too strict. “That’s my actual dad.” She said. “DAD!” She waved, watching as he approached them.

“He is pretty fit though,” Jess exclaimed, adjusting her shorts.

“Yeah, well, he’s the same age as ya dad.” Exclaimed Freya

Dad exclaimed, walking up “Can we talk in private I have something I want to discuss with you, its important.”

“Is it bad?”

“Hey, Mr Moore!” Jess exclaimed.

Dameon laughed. “Ha, hey. No, it’s Clarke. Moore is her mother’s name.”

“Did anyone ever tell you that you are really hot?” Jess exclaimed.

“Jess!” Freya yelled.

“Your name is Jess?”

“Uh, yeah.” She smiled. “What? You into older men now?” Sniggered the guy in black jumpsuit. “Back the fuck off, henry!” Jess yelled back at him.

“Yeah, watch what you are saying.”

“Excuse me?” The guy said.

Ava sighed; adjusting her skirt “Her dads right, please stop talking. I’m sorry about that, Mr. Clarke. My boyfriend can be a real ass sometimes.”

“It’s alright,” He said with a smile before looking the guy straight in the eyes, who quickly looked away. “…I was young once too.”

A WEEK LATER

Dameon shoved his daughter’s friend Jess against the wall, their mouths connected in a passionate kiss with her pushing her lips as hard as possible against his. She was wearing the same shorts she wore on the same day they had met, he pulled them and squished her butt into the wall. Jess let out a breathy moan “AH, just fuck me, already.” She said, softly

“Let me just get a condom out my wallet…”

“Fuck that!” “I really recommend I do, this wouldn’t…”

“AH, fuck! Fuck!” Dameon shoved his raw dick in and out of Jess’s (his daughter friends) tight pussy.

A WEEK BEFORE

“What did you want to talk about, dad?” Freya exclaimed, pushing her hair out the way of her eye.

“I left you a bank account to open when you turned 18.”

Freya’s eyes widened. “What?”

“It was meant to be for your birthday, but me and your mother have been having some problems…”

“Dad… what are you saying?”

“The account contains a lot of money I left for you to have whatever life you want…”

“Dad… I don’t know what to say”

“Just remember that its your money. No one else’s.”

Freya nodded. “Now go back to your friends, I’ll see you later.” She suddenly gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re the best dad I could ask for.”

A WEEK LATER

Daemon cummed into his daughter’s friend Jess’s little pussy, she bit her lip and gasped, as she felt the warmth enter her with throbs of his dick.

THAT NIGHT

Jennifer sat her swollen pregnant body down. “How was your day?”

“Just like any other, I suppose.”

Jennifer took a sharp inhale and took three quick breaths.

“You okay?”

“I’m 9 months pregnant…”

“Good point. Speaking of which, take off your underwear.”

“You’re saying you want to…”

“Yep.”

“If I give birth tonight, that’s on you.”

When his ejaculate entered her vagina, the prostaglandins deposited near her cervix helped ripen and soften it to prepare for dilation the uterus began to contract.

In the morning

Jennifer was in the shower and almost would have not notice if she hadn’t felt her water break and fall at her bare feet. “Daemon!” She shouted.

2 Months later

Jess, Freya’s friend sat with a large pregnant belly, even though she was only two months. In Freya’s room, they were listening to music, chatting and gossiping.

“Am I too picky with boys?” Freya asked, painting the nails of her feet pink with a small polish brush

“Nah, most guys suck.”

“You say that.”

“As a pregnant teen, I am. I can say that is a hundred percent true.”

“You never told me who the father is…”

Jess stopped in her tracks, how could ever tell Freya that it was Freya’s father Daemon, that knocked her up. Why

“You honestly want me to tell you?”

Freya sat up, and crossed her legs and nodded. “Yes, I won’t judge, I promise.”

“Can we keep it just between me and you?”

“Yes, I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”

“No, you have to make sure that you can keep this between us no matter what, okay? Please… For my sake.”

“Okay, yes, of course. I promise.”

“Alright…” Jess took a deep breath. “I… Well, the father of this baby is… Well that’s the thing, Jess and please don’t hate me for this… It’s…”

“What? Who?”

“Anyone’s guess. I don’t know who the father is.”

“You’re saying you’ve been with so many guys you can’t tell which one…” Freya said, “Did this” She said, gesturing.

“Yes… please don’t be mad. I know it makes me a total slut.”

“No, no, no, no. Don’t you dare call yourself that. You are not a slut!”

She was sorry that she had to lie to Freya but it was the better option on every level. How could she ever tell her that her father put his dick inside her on multiple occasions? How could she ever say that she was carrying his baby?

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