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 Daddy's Little Hooker

   Written by blueeyesandy, AKA hornyoldman

   WARNING: this is an adult story involving incest between a teenage
daughter and her father, if this kind of material offeneds, please DO NOT
READ, and then complain about it to me.  If you want to chat about it, by
all means drop me a line.
Summary: Father, Mike, feeling frustrated, goes in search of teen whore,
and has the shock of is life when the girl he tries to pick up, turns out
to be his daughter, unleashing his repressed incestial desires.
Mike was feeling increasingly restless, Susan, his teenage daughter, was
out, staying at her friends, and he had the house to himself.  Just him,
all alone, just him and the computer, with only his frustration and
loneliness to keep him company.  He was flicking through some of teen porn
pics, the one's he liked, the one's that he secretly knew, but his
conscience self denied, most resembled his Susan.  For a brief, unguarded
moment, he allowed her to slip naked into his mind, his cock began to wake
up, but as quick as the image arrived in his mind, his guilt rose up and
buried up.  It was no good, he needed to get things out of his system.  At
moments like this, and when he had the house to himself, he would drive
down, and cruise the side streets around the college, unofficially the
red-light district, despite the fact it had always been there, not in the
exact same place, yet it had always been there.  Anyway that was history,
and he more urgent, pressing needs to address.  There was always some
young, less used, gurls, they tended to hang on the fringe, less forward

and a little shyer than the older hands.

   He'd hang around, watch a bit, and study the gurls and how they looked,
and then approach the right gurl.  With these thoughts of sin on his mind,
he picked up his keys and walk out to his car.  Now in the car he pulled
out of his drive and headed into town, his anticipation and desire building
up, so much so that he had to keep shifting his position to stay
comfortable.  When he had first tried this, it had taken weeks to finally
"pick up" a gurl, at first he'd just drive though normally, then he pretend
to be looking for address, yet, the look on he older hands faces, told him
that he they knew why he was there, because they seen it all before.  Well
this would be his fifth time, and the regulars where getting to know him,
one had even introduced him to her own daughter.  He was nearing the
college, he turned down the first side road, and saw the first of the
ladies of the night.  These where the more established women and girls,
standing in the open, they eyes following him, inviting trying to temp him,
but he barely noticed them and he scanned the streets, hmmm he head around
the back, to the trees lining avenue and park, where the newer girls
gathered.  As he approached the park, one gurl caught is eye straight away,
near the tree, in the shadows, yet there was enough light to see that she
was young, slim, wearing a tight, short dress and heeled knee length boots.
Her hair was dark and hung around her shoulders, partially obscuring her
face.  He steered the car into the kerb near her, while at the same time
winding the electronic window down.  The gurl hesitated, as if in doubt,
for a few seconds and then she came forward, he noted the fishnets hold-up
tights, hef shy smile of her partially obscured face, but oddly familiar
face, she lent forward and the street light hit her face.  Suddenly he went
cold, the odd familiarity that he had felt, suddenly turned into the shock
recognition, oh my god, "Susan" burst from his mouth.  At the same instant,
surprise then shock replaced the smile has she recognised the man in the
car, "Dad, oh my god".  With that, Mike put the car into gear, shock,
guilt, anger coursing through him.  Drove off, leaving his daughter
standing, calling after him.  Unthinking, he headed home, and swung in too
the drive, and sat there, the engine humming away, numb and unthinking.

   His neighbour looking out the window, snapped him back into the present,
he turned off the ignition and walked into his house, what to do, what to
do, would she come home, what will he say, his daughter a whore, oh my god.
He went into the lounge and sat down.  He sat in the dark, the mixed of
emotions flooding his mind, fighting each other, his lust and desire rising
up, while he guilt and morals fought to suppress them.  After what seemed
like hours he he heard the door open, the sound of somebody moving slowly,
voices in the hall way, he heard his daughter quietly say "No its ok, its
best if face him alone, I'll call you tomorrow, no, its not your fault", he
could not make out what the other person was saying, although it sounded
like Susan friend Julie.  The door shut and then gentle foot steps, the
lounge door open, just a crack first, then more, letting the hall light
flood into the room.  There she stood silhouetted in the door, now wearing
a coat now, but he could see the boots; had she got changed, he thought to
himself?  Her hand reached out and turned the light on, and she turned
towards him and jumped when she saw her father sitting the in the arm
chair.

   "Daddy, you made me jump, what are you doing in the dark" she said
forcing a smile.  Mike remained silent, not trusting himself to speak,
Susan moved a bit closer.  "Daddy...I errrr, I can explain, it's not
what...." "It's not what?" he cut her off, "not what its seams, that my
daughter is a whore, sorry, your right, I'm just over reacting" mike
slapped his fore head in mock realisation and sarcasm in is voice, "you
were taking the air, going for a walk, so silly of me to make the mistake."
Susan didn't reply, after a few minutes he said "so, these are clothes you
asked me for the money, no wonder you didn't want me to come shopping or
let me see them" he paused, then he said "well take that coat off, and let
me see what you spent my money on".  Again Susan remained silent, but at
the same time let her coat open and then slide down her shoulders as she
shrugged the coat off.  Mike gasped, oh god he thought, its even worse or
perhaps better, the other side said, than he imagined, the blue dress, it
was like a second skin, it fitted every contour of her slim figure, right
down to were it ended just below her hips and her fishnet hold ups started.
Her breast, clearly braless, were firm and well defined, and the material
followed there rounded shape perfectly, her nipples, pointy and erect. 
God, he had never in is wildest and darkest dreams, imagined his own
daughter like this, her face painted.  He desperately tried to fight his
lust and desire with his anger, yet despite his anger, is arousal was
intense, his cock so hard and constricted it was hurting him.  A small
smile formed on Susan's lips and as she heard the gasp, the gapping jaw
hanging look from her fathers, the increasingly obvious bulge in his
trousers.

   Mike notice the faint small and forced his anger out to cover his
reaction to his daughters body "So, don't you make enough selling yourself,
or are you selling yourself that cheaply, that you still have to beg for
money of me, whore".  He knew it was harsh, but he had to fight is lust, he
could see the shock and hurt had replace the smile on Susan's face.  It was
like being slapped, the words stung her that much.  Susan stammered a reply
"Th....th...this was my first time; I've never done this before...I haven't
even been with anyone".  "Oh so that makes it ok, dose it, I suppose you're
a virgin too?" he scoffed.  She hung her head "Yes...no........its..".  He
cut of off before she could say more.  Mike let his anger take over, he let
it rise up and dominate his emotions and lust "My daughter, a fucking
whore...I can't believe it...a dirty little hooker".

   This was too much for Susan, she had read the stories and even watched
him wank through a crack in the door, not to mention the other gurls, they
knew him, had told him about the guy who like young teens, like them call
him daddy.  He didn't mind it so much when it was somebody else's daughter
that he was fucking, it was too much and she snapped back.  "Look at you,
you, calling me fucking slut, sitting there with your erection, you
disgusting old man, you fucking pervert" she shouted back, "I've seen the
stuff you read, about incest and little gurls, you fucking hypocrite". 
With that she turned and walked to the lounge door.  Mike anger burst, he
was up out of the chair like lightning, and he grabbed her arm, and twisted
it and pulled her around.  "Owwww....what are u doing" she said in a
shocked and slightly frightened voice, her fear now replacing her anger,
she had never dared talk to her father like that before.  Without a word,
he pushed her towards the table, and then pushed down, bending her across
the table, face down, her short dress riding up and exposing her almost
naked her arse, fucked she was the tiniest thong, she might as well not be
wearing any knickers.  "No...what are you doing, stop, please..." "Do you
say that to your "Clients" little slut"?  "No please, what are you doing, I
am sorry, please let me go".  "I going to give you what you want whore". 
Mike gripped her thong and ripped it off, the thin straps snapping, barely
resisting.  With that she went silent, partly in shocked surprise, in her
mind she cried "no, surely he wasn't", yet there was excitement,
anticipation too, she had her own fantasies about her daddy.  Still holding
her face down by one hand, he cast aside her skimpy thong and his hand
moved to his trousers.  She heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being
pulled down "Oh my god, he is going to fuck me..." she thought.  There was
the sound off material moving, she felt somehting brushing against her
legs, and then, she felt something nudging her cheeks, resting against her
bum, oh my, as she realised it was her fathers cock head touching her naked
arse.  She remembered how big he looked when she'd peeked at him wanking,
oohh he feels is so big too, and I'm not ready for something so big yet. 
She felt her father's cock being placed against her pussy, pushing against
her lips.  She began to plead "No please, not yet, I'm not ready, Dad,
please....oohhhh fuck...arrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhh....." she screamed as he
father began to push is massive cock to her pussy, she bite off the scream
and gripped the table.  At first there was resistance and pain, yet despite
his lust, Mike didn't really want to hurt his little gurl, once his head
was in a few inches, he placed his hands on hips and began to pump his cock
into her tight cunt using firm, but short thrusts.  He could feel her
juices begin to flow, making the progress of his cock smoother with each
thrust, so he began to push deeper .  For Susan, with each thrust, the
discomfort become more pleasing.  "hmmmm" she thought, "size dose matter"
she let out a small groan.  Suddenly he thrust the last few inches in one
hard thrust, lifting her off her feet..."arrrrrrrrrrrhhhh god...fuck that
feels good" she screamed.  He hung there a second, and then pulled his cock
out until only its head was between her dripping lips.  Taking a hand off
her hips, he slapped her arse cheeks, not too hard, but hard enough. 
"Ouch".  "You're not to suppose to be enjoying this, little slut" he
slapped her again.  "Ouch, please daddy, I'm sorry, I can't help it, please
don't slap me".  "Tell me what you are" he demaned.  "A slut, a whore.....I
am Daddy's Whore" she replied.  The daddy bit came as a surprise.  "Tell me
what you want whore" he responded.  "Fucking, fucking hard with that
fucking big cock, I need it...please daddy, don't stop fucking me" "Where
do you need it whore?" he demanded, pulling his cock back until it was
almost out".  "In my cunt...arrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhh ooooooooooooodddddd oh
god yes" Mike thrust forward, pushing his cock back into to her cunt in one
long hard thrust, again lifting her off her feet.  He pulled back again,
again he thrust forward and repeating the move, giving her long hard
strokes, each time, getting a loud grunt, followed by a drawn out groan as
his cock rammed home.  Susan was lost to the real world, she had never even
imagined being fucked like this, let alone actually having been fucked like
this.  Her grunts and groans grew loader has her first organism swept
through her body.  He continued to do this for a while, but gradually his
self control collapse and began to fuck Susan faster until with a load cry
be began to cum, pumping spunk into his daughters cunt, trying to push his
cock in deeper, so hard the table had was forced up again the wall.  He
continued to pump into her, until he started going soft and then suddenly
he pulled out staggered away from her, almost tripping on his trousers,
still tangled around his ankles, he staggered and collapsed into the sofa.

   Slowly he cam back to reality, the mix of lust and anger fading, being
replaced by guilt and remorse, he looked at Susan, still lying bent across
the table, seemingly unconscious, dress still rucked up around her hips. 
Mike wanted to say something, apologise, to go to her, but what can you to
your daughter when you've just rapped her.  Just then she stirred, pushing
herself up into a sitting position, she turned to face her father, but her
hair hung over her face.  Then she sweptted it back and looked at Mike, her
father.  "Susan, I'm sorry...I don't...don't what came over me..." "Oh
really daddy, shut up, I've read the things on your computer, you've been
wanting to fuck me for a long time...its ok, I've wanted it too".  She
stood, and walked over to Mike, still sitting on the sofa.  Mike just
watched, as his half naked daughter stood in front of him, part of him
noted that she was smooth between her legs, not a single hair.  Susan
noticed her fathers eyes drop and guessed what had made them drop.  "I did
that because I knew that's how you like girls, just like all those pictures
on the computer, especially the ones that looked like me".  "I had no idea
you could get on my computer...what about the pass word, how...?  "Cos I
know you write them down in your address book, I've seen you look at them",
Susan began to sink to her knees, her thighs spreading wide, she rested her
arse on the back of her ankles.  "I've been peeking at you computer ever
since I was 14, and fantasying about doing things like this ever since..."
"Doing what, being a hooker" replied Mike.  "Nooo, that's was Julies
idea....no fantasying about this" Susan lent forward and gripped Mike's
semi hard cock.  "Always wanted to know what it was like".  Mike breathed
in sharply at the soft touch of around his cock.  "I never imagined it
would be so big, even soft like this, its bigger then any of the boys I
been with".  For some reason the mention of other boys made him both
jealous and angry, but Susan's massaging of his hardening cock soon
smothered any such emotions as his cock began to swell.  "Ohh my god, it's
so big, I can't believe I had that in me...fuck".  Susan was now slowly
wanking her fathers cock, his closed his eyes; he let out a gentle groan.
"Do you like that Daddy?" Mike just swallowed and nodded, his eyes closed,
all feeling of regret and shame evaporating at that touch.  Suddenly his
eyes flew open has he felt something moist and soft touch is cock head.  He
looked down, Susan was gently kissing his cock head, and her eyes looked up
at him and fixed his gaze.  Looking straight into Mikes eyes, Susan slowly
let her lips slide over fathers cock head, he gasped as her head lowered
her mouth down onto his cock.  Slowly her lips spread wide, as her mouth
slid down his thick shaft, he could feel her tongue sliding slowly around
is cock.  She was still lowering her mouth down further, Christ he thought,
though his raising lust, how much is she going to take, yet another part of
is mind wanted to ask her were she had leant this...but the sensation that
was busting from between his legs soon overwhelmed any thoughts, so he
surrendered to it.  Her tongue was sliding and snaking around his shaft,
suddenly there was a gasp and Susan pulled up.  Mike opened his eyes, and
looked down at is smiling daughter.  "Woooaaa too big to swallow in one go"
she said "I going to have to practice more" and with that she lent back
over his cock and began to lick and kiss is cock.  She rang her tongue down
is shaft, and the over is balls, twisting the tip through his hairs, she
kiss him and then slid her tongue back up his shaft.  Again her lips slide
over his cock head, but this time they lingered and she began to suck and
run her tongue over his sensitive glans, making her Dad groan and arch his
back, pushing his cock up into her mouth, Susan let out a muffled squeal of
surprise.  She began to pump her head up and down, her lips sliding down
his shaft and then back up to cock head, and each time, her tongue would
press down and slide against his cock.  After five minutes she came up for
air, and Mike could now think clearly, god, she'd done this before.  "Where
did you learn to do that young lady".  "Hhhh rrrr I read about in on the
internet...." replied Susan, with little conviction.  "Bullocks, you knew
what your were doing".  Susan smiled shyly, and replied "hmmm did daddy
like what I was doing, did I do it goooood" she lisped.  "Yes, you did
gooood, what I want to know is how you know how to do so gooodd, so answer
the question"?  "Well, I've practiced".  "On what or should I say on who?"
"Well, me and Julie have used bananas and....and ummm a vibrator and
huuuummm..." she fell silent.  "And?" asked Mike, making himself sound
stern.  "And Tim, and one or two other boys...but it's mostly Tim".  "And
who is Tim...a boy at school?" "No, he's Julies cousin, he's 21".  "So, how
long has "Tim" been giving cock sucking lessons?" "Well errrrr..." "How
long", again making his voice stern, yet his still fully hard cock showed
he was still randy as hell.  "Well, since I was 14, I walked in on Tina and
Tim, and things went on from there".  "I suppose Tim has fucked you too,
did he pop you cherry?" "No, he said he wouldn't, reckoned he'd be in
enough trouble".  Susan let forward and began to run her tongue around her
fathers cock head".  "Hmmm I think you enjoying this far too much" Mike
stood up pushing Susan back, but not to hard, "you're a naughty little
slut, and clearly need to be punished for being a whore".  Susan shivered
with anticipation and little bit of fear, she'd read the sort of stories
her father liked and seen the pictures, so knew what was going to happen,
so she let her head hang, and adopted a subservient posture.  Mike thought
to himself, she knows, she playing alone, hussy "clearly I been far too
soft with you, this is for you own good, now stand up".  Susan stood up,
contriving to keep her dress up around her waist, and then let her hands
drop behind her, still with her head bowed.  "I'm sorry, I'll be good from
now, I promise" "That may well be, but that doesn't excuse your behaviour,
bend over the arm of the sofa".  Susan moved forward and obeyed her father.
"Push you bum further up" he commanded, Susan obeyed.  Oh my, he thought,
surveying the scene in front of him, how many times had he fantasised about
this, and now here he was, half naked, is cock fully erect and is daughter,
bent over, her naked arse bare and exposed.  He walked over and stood next
to her, he rested his hand on her arse, and she shivered at his touch.  He
then gently stroked her cheeks, first the left and then right, he carried
on doing this for several minutes.  What a beautiful arse, I wonder is if
she's had her anal cherry popped he pondered.  With that he raised his
hand, and holding it for a second, brought it down.  As the flat palm of
his hand made contact with Susan's left cheek she jumped, although it
hadn't been really hard, the slap had caught her by surprise.  Mike kept
his hand resting on her cheek, gently stroking, hmmm such a sweet arse he
thought, then again, raised his hand.  Smack!!!  Harder this time, Susan
jumped forward a bit, and gave a little cry.  "This is what happens to bad
gurls Susan, what are you?" ask Mike, again his hand was stroking her
cheek. "I am a bad gurl....  (Smack!) ouuuuwwwhh".  Another smack cut her
off.  "Yes, a bad gurl, your also a dirty little slut aren't you?" She
didn't answer.  (Smack) "Ooooowwwwwwwwwch".  "I asked you a question,
Slut!!".  "Yes Daddy, I a dirty slut, a dirty daddy's cock sucking slut".
"Are you?" "Yes Daddy, I am your whore....ouch", another smack, but not as
hard this time.  "My whore, so no more walking the street selling
yourself?" "No daddy" Smack!!  "No more sucking Timmy's cock?" "No daddy"
Smack, but this time on the other cheek.  "Please daddy I'll be a good
gurl......ooooouuuuchhhhh" cried Susan.  "No, you going to be bad, very bad
and very dirty".  "Yes daddy" there was a hint of smile in her voice.  Mike
rested his hand on her arse, and then walked around until he was standing
directly behind her, her cheeks had a nice redness, contrasting nicely with
the milky whiteness, hmmm so smooth and round, just like a peach.  Mike
dropped to his knees, the movement made Susan look around to see her dad on
his knees directly facing her arse, what he doing....ohhhh.  Mike had lent
forward and kissed her left cheek, where his hand had smacked her.  Mike
continued to kiss her red arse cheeks, first the left and then right, then
he ran his tongue down between her cheeks, down to her pussy, Susan
squealed with delight, Mike muffled voice commanded her "move your legs
apart".  Susan did as she was told, ohhhhh she could feel her fathers
breath on bare lips of her cunt, she sighed as his hand gripped her thighs,
and then she gasped as she felt is lips touch her cunt lips.  Her groans
grew loader as Mike pushed his tongue into her pussy and began to lick
inside her pussy.  Hmmm she tastes so sweet, he thought, and began to
alternate his licks with placing his mouth over her lips and sucking her
juice from her pussy, which made her gasp and groan even more.  None of the
men or boys she'd been with wanted to do this, only her friend Julie had
licked her pussy, and with the extra thrill of the tongue belonging to her
daddy, it was so just...well indescribable.  Mike suddenly changed the
position of his hands, lifted Susan up and then adjusting the angle of his
head, place his mouth so that Susan's pussy was resting on top it, her feet
on tip toes.  Mike pushed his tongue deep inside her cunt, as far as it
would go, licking and then pulling back and then pushing in again, over and
over again, tongue fucking his daughter.  He felt her legs give way, now he
was support most of her weight on his mouth, he griped more firmly and used
his teeth to rube against her pussy lips and clit, alternating this with
his tongue fucking, his breathing was difficult, and his face and upper
body were soaked in cunt juice.  Susan's groans and cries where merging
into one continues wail as she reached her orgasms.  She went very tense
and then began to she shake uncontrollably has she went through her first
ever multiple organism.  Mike held his mouth on her as long as he could,
but he couldn't breath, and had to pull away, allowing Susan, who was still
moaning and shacking, to fall back to rest on the arm of the sofa.  Mike
sat back and caught his breath, although he had not finished yet, all the
while he had been muff diving Susan, he'd been thinking about another hole,
just above where his mouth was, "hmmmm yes" he thought "lets just let her
settle down".  Susan appeared to have lost consciousness, breathing was
still rapid and deep, but slowly it slowed down, to a deep, contented
rhythm.

   Mike again lent forward, and rested a hand of each cheek, he began to
stroke them, and then he spread them apart, and lent forward, and run his
tongue from the base of Susan's spine down between them.  Susan moaned, but
remained still as her fathers tongue slide down between her cheeks and
reached her anal cherry, ignoring the scent and the taste he began to lick
her anal ring.  Susan reaction was instant, as if he was using a red hot
poker.  "Ohhhhhhhhh myyyy, what are you doing, you can't touch me
there...ooooohhhh woooowwwwwwww..." Mike began pushing his tongue in
through her anal ring, assaulting her with a whole new range of sensations.
He carried on pushing his tongue in licking and flexing, the taste almost
make him gag, but still he continued to lick and probe.  Susan continued to
shout "oh my, oh good, that's good, oh god yes that...".  She's almost
ready thought Mike pulling his tongue out, he quickly stood, and gripping
her by the hip, he plunged his cock back into her pussy, crushing her
against the sofa, causing Susan to grunt loudly, as he pumped his cocking
and out of her cunt.  Then he slowed down, and began to push one of his
fingers between her arse cheeks and then pushed it into her arse, which
caused Susan to cry out again "ooucch that hurt!!".  "Really, did it, well
its not hurting as much as when my cock is in there" "Woooaaaa no, you
can't, your too big, it split me open...please you can't" Susan tried to
push up, but Mike grab her arm, and pulled it back, and held it behind her.
"I told you I was going to punish you for being a slut whore", Mike began
to pump is finger in and out of Susan arse, his saliva barely enough to
lubricate it.  Yet despite the initial pain, the sensation wasn't
unpleasant, she'd had been interested about anal sex, just never imagined
anything as big as her daddy's cock.  Mike pulled his cock out, and removed
his finger from her arse, and moved his hand down to her pussy, he pushed
is fingers into the soaking and dripping channel, to get is fingers slick
with cunt juice, he pulled is fingers out, and then cupped his hand over
her pussy and squeezed so that is hand became soaked in juices, and began
to collect.  He the took his hand away and moved it back up to her anal
ring, at the same time reinserting his slick cock into her pussy.  Again
her insert a finger, this time it when in more smoothly, be pumped it, at
the same time allow the juiced from her pussy to flow down to her arse, he
pushed in another finger, and pumped away.  Susan just lay the flexing her
hands and moan as her father rapped her virgin arsehole, she began to
relax, yet her anal rings grip remained tight.  Hmmm she's so tight, I
think I going to need something better "Stay there and don't move" ordered
Mike as he pulled away.  He thought for a second, yes, in the kitchen, he
walked in and quickly picked up the butter, yes this will do, brings a
totally new meaning to "buttering up".

   He returned to Susan, still bent over the arm of the sofa, legs spread.
He stood behind her, with the butter in one hand; he pushed his fingers in
and began to spread in over his cock, wanking it up and down, when he felt
that he done enough, he pushed his finger into the butter again.  This
time, his fingers began to smear the butter around Susan's anal ring, the
coolness made her looks up.  "Whats that, butter?" "I don't want to do you
any permanent damage, and this is best I could find, of course I can leave
it if you like....my cock is still going in".  She turned back without a
reply, she could see the lust in his eyes, again she knew her father had a
passion for anal sex, the stories, the pictures and the videos, all
contained a great deal of anal sex, though wonder we had a broadband
connection, randy old sod.  She could feel her father pushing is his
fingers in, they went in more smoothly, she must relax she told herself,
and perhaps the butter would make it easier.  Mike was pumping is finger
into her tight arse, good he thought, she beginning to relax, although
wanted to do this badly, he didn't want to really hurt her.  He took
another knob of butter and then began to work in two fingers, pushing the
butter in, and spreading it around and then finger fucking her.  Right I
think that should be okay, taking his fingers out, he moved forward,
spreading her arse cheeks he allowed his cock to slide up between them,
pushing his cock head between her cheeks, and rocking back and forth,
rubbing it.  He gripped his cock, and positioned it against her anal cherry
hole, and rubbed it, sometimes pushing against it, but not penetrating. 
Mike carried on doing this for a while, sometimes sliding his cock between
her cheeks and sometimes rubbing against her anal ring.  Hmmm perhaps a bit
more butter, he reached over for another knob of butter, and then smeared
and spread over the end of his cock and then repositioned it against her
arsehole.  This time he began to push against it the tight ring.  "Try to
relax, that way the pain will fade more quickly" he told Susan, she merely
nodded, but in her head she was saying "Oh my god" desperately fighting the
desire to fight this assault, to run from the room, yet this conflicted the
part of her that wanted to feel the pain, feel that big massive cock inside
her.  "Ohhhh god, fuuuuuuuuuuuckkk" she cried out, Mike had pushed his cock
in, its head was griped by her tight anal ring.  He stood still for a
second, giving her ring time to stretch.  Then he began to gently rock back
and forth, but with more force on the inward move, so that his cock was
pushed its way in slowly, deeper and deeper.  Susan was making lot of
noise, gasping and groaning, cursing and swearing, begging him to stop, "oh
fuck please, daddy, ppleasssssseoowwwwwwww, ooohhh god, yes, good".  Again
Mike paused, he had three to four inches inside, time to let her get use to
it, and he didn't want to cum to soon, just pumping his cock in had been
almost enough to bring him to he edge.  After a few minutes he began to
pump back and forth, short movements at first, not trying to push any
further but then a bit longer.  Susan was now moaning and groaning,
whispering "oh yes...yes...that feels good now....".  Mike began to pick
the pace, but he knew it could not last too long, he neared the edge, he
began to pump harder, to loose control, to push is cock in further deeper,
causing Susan to cry and curse louder, as she gripped the sofa, clawing at
it, partly to try and pull away when the pain grew too intense, and partly
to push back against the cock as it pulled away.  Mike was right on the
edge, he pulled back and with a loud cry he forced his cock back all the
way in, Susan scream loudly, Mike began to pump his sperm into her arse
hole, he pulled back and force it back in, and again, pumping more spunk
in. He carried on doing this until he could stand it no more and collapsed
on the floor, exhausted.

   Slowly reality seeped back in, slowly he became aware of Susan's quite
sobbing, but he could not force himself to look, guilt and shame washed
over him like the incoming tide.  What had done, he'd rapped is daughter,
oh god, what had he done.  He stood and rushed up stairs and threw himself
along the landing into his room, slamming the door and locking it and the
collapsing on the bed and began to cry.  Much later he heard a gentle tape
on the door, and Susan's voice calling him.  He ignored it and remained
silent, until she went away.  Eventually he fell into a deep sleep.

   Next Morning

   Mike awoke, it was daylight, and he glanced over at the clock, hmmm
10:30, he'd slept late, god he was sore....then it hit, the memory of last
night.  Ohhh god, what was he going to do...he lay there thinking.  Well
he'd better get cleaned up, and then he would force himself to face Susan.
He got up, stripped of the remains of his clothes and picked up his
dressing gown and slipped into it and unlocked his bedroom door.  Susan's
door was closed, he was tempted to go in, but no, first he should have a
shower.  He moved quietly to the bathroom, and slipped through door.  He
could not look at himself in the mirror, he moved straight over to the
shower, and turned it on.  Slipping off the dressing gown he stepped under
the powerful jet without waiting for it to warm up.  The cold water was a
shock, but he needed it, then the water became warmer, he reached for the
shower gel and sponge, and began to lather himself all over.  Just then he
felt a movement behind, the shower curtain had been opened; he spun around
to see Susan slip in, a smile on her slips.  Mike opened his mouth to
speak, but Susan pressed her hand against his mouth to silence him and the
leaned towards him and kissed his mouth, Mike's arms went around her and
pulled her towards him, he could feel her nipples pressing against her. 
She pulled away, and said "its ok daddy".  With that she took the sponge
and began to soap her father down, she winched with the movement.  "Are you
OK" asked Mike full of concern.  "Hmm yes, just very, very sore, sitting is
going to be painful, thanks to this monster".  With that she pushed her
father against the side of the shower, and lowered herself down, slowly, to
her knees and began to cover her father growing erection with soap.

  
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----- I hope you enjoyed reading my story, if you would like to know more
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   At some point I may write a sequel to this and introduce to Julie, Susan
Friend, who was peeking through the curtains....