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Prick Tease
by MyGuiltySecrets (mygs67@gmail.com)

***

A father is woken up in the middle of the night by a 
phone call from his grown daughter asking him to 
collect her from a nightclub. Half asleep, he arrives 
at the club to find her gone. The area is deserted, 
except for some lights in a nearby warehouse. He goes 
over to investigate. (M+/MF, nc, bi, inc, oral, anal, 
orgy)

***

The phone rang next to me, waking me from my sleep. A 
hazy, half remembered erotic dream evaporated as I 
fumbled for the hand set.

"What the fuck?" I thought to myself.

"Hello?" sleep still thick in my voice.

"Dad!"

It was Alison, my daughter. She had come home from 
University for the Easter break, and had headed out 
with her friends earlier this evening. I looked at the 
bedside clock... 03:35 glowed back from the alarm 
clock... very early Saturday morning.

"Uh...what's up sweety?"

"Dad! Sorry, I guess I woke you, but I could really do 
with a lift home. We got separated as we left the night 
club, and I can't find a taxi or my friends anywhere."

I rubbed my eyes trying to focus.

"OK honey, are you sure there are no taxis around?"

"No Dad, I've been wandering the streets trying to hail 
one, but there is nothing around... I think I've 
managed to get myself lost."

A note of panic in her voice helped bring me to my 
senses.

"Where exactly are you?"

"I'm in the industrial estate - all I can see are 
warehouses around me."

The night clubs had all been moved out of the town 
center after complaints from the neighbours about the 
noise. Still there should have been plenty of taxis 
waiting outside when the clubs closed.

"Can you see any business names?"

"Well, I'm in front of one that sounds like a removal 
company."

"OK honey, I know the one." We had used the firm to 
move the family to the town five years ago.

"Stay right there - I need to get dressed and then I 
will be right over. Probably about 15 minutes."

"Thanks Dad! You're a life saver!"

I hung up the phone, turned on the light and threw back 
the covers. The cold hit me and made me shiver. "Serves 
me right for sleeping naked," I thought to myself. My 
wife had always wondered why I slept naked, especially 
when it got so cold at night. 

I tried to explain that once you are under the covers 
and got nice and warm, especially when I cuddled up to 
her, my own little hot water bottle. No such comforting 
these days. It had been two years since she had passed 
away after a long fight with cancer. It still hurt to 
think about the pain she went through towards the end.

My erection quickly disappeared, the dream quickly 
forgotten and the cold doing its job.

I grabbed a pair of black tracksuit bottoms and slipped 
them on. No time for underwear. My trainers and zip-up 
sweatshirt were by the back door, and I grabbed them as 
I headed out into the cold and up to the garage.

I stifled a yawn as I waited for the automatic garage 
door to open and hopped in the car. Hopefully I would 
be back in my warm bed in half an hour. Hopefully I 
could re-enter that dream. I was sure my wife had 
featured in the star role.

Driving through the deserted streets, I made my way out 
of town towards the industrial estate. I saw no one 
else - "Lucky buggers, all home asleep..."

Ten minutes later I started navigating the one way 
system that made the estate a nightmare to negotiate. 
Still, I used it as a rat run to get to the out of town 
shopping center, so I was pretty sure how to get to the 
removal firm's warehouse.

Turning the corner, I could see the warehouse further 
down the street on the left. Dim street lighting 
illuminated the road, but it all look deserted.

"Come on Alison, where are you hiding," I thought.

I pulled up outside the warehouse. The tall double 
chain link fences were clearly padlocked. Still no sign 
of my daughter.

"OK, she's not stupid. If she isn't here, she must have 
either caught a taxi, or gone somewhere for shelter 
from the cold." Luckily I had remembered to pick up my 
mobile phone as I left the house. I dialed Alison's 
number and waited. Eventually, it rang out and diverted 
to the answer machine.

"Oh come on Alison. I'm really not in the mood for 
this."

Just then, something caught my eye. A light in the 
warehouse was on, and something had caused a shadow to 
pass in front of it.

Maybe Alison had also seen the light and headed in for 
some shelter. Well, she better had, or there would be 
trouble.

I pulled the car into a lay by just past the main gates 
and turned off the engine. I got out and locked the 
car, and pulled my hood up over my head to protect from 
the cold wind. Heading back towards the gates I saw 
that the pedestrian gate to the side was unlocked. 
Pushing it open, I walked up to the warehouse, my hands 
deep in my pockets.

The light was coming through a frosted glass panel in a 
door marked "Office.

I tried the handle, and it opened.

"Hello?" I called out into the office. The office 
itself was dark, and the light was coming from the main 
warehouse, which I could see through another internal 
door that was lying open.

Getting no reply, I walked over to the other door.

"Anyone here? Alison?"

Still no reply and no noise coming from the building.

I poked my head into the warehouse to see if I could 
see anyone.

The left half of the building was shelved from floor to 
ceiling and was stacked with packing boxes. Removal 
storage. "They should have better security than that," 
I thought. Anyone could wander in here and steal 
people's belongings.

On the right were the removal company's vans parked up 
for the night, and an area that contained empty packing 
boxes, tea chests and packing blankets.

Still no one in sight I called out again as I stepped 
into the large room. Something wasn't right here.

That was the last thought I had as a noise behind made 
me start to turn.

A brief image of body closing up quickly behind me and 
thump, something caught the back of my head and I went 
down, out cold.

....

Faint voices slowly brought me back to consciousness. A 
dull throbbing ache in my head made me emit a small 
moan. "Fuck that hurt."

"Hey, he's awake!"

The shout echoed around the warehouse, somewhere over 
my shoulder.

"Good, it's about time."

"Well, you shouldn't have hit him so hard."

"Needed to be sure he wouldn't run or fight back."

I was lying curled on the ground, on top of a blanket. 
"Probably packing blankets" I thought. Which was a 
stupid thought as I slowly realised my predicament. My 
hands were tied behind my back with what felt like 
tape. There must have been plenty of it, because I 
couldn't move my hands apart at all. "Just like that 
time with my wife." An image flashed through my mind, 
immediately followed by the realisation again that 
things were not looking good.

I slowly opened my eyes.

I could see three men standing a few yards away looking 
at me. I thought I recognised the man in front. "Wasn't 
he one of the removal men from five years ago?"

"Right, we can begin." This from the man in front. That 
woke me up a bit more.

"Get him up on his knees." The two other men came over 
and grabbed me under my arms and hoisted me up into a 
kneeling position.

"Welcome to payback time! Hey, that sound's like a 
Hollywood film!"

Something made me look over my shoulder.

"Oh my god!" It was Alison. She was kneeling in the 
same position further along the blanket. Her hands were 
also tied behind her back. This had made her top even 
tighter around her big breasts, making them standout 
against the fabric of her sweater. Her nipples jutted 
out through her bra obscenely, no doubt from standing 
out in the cold. She was still wearing the short 
leather skirt that didn't quite reach her knees.

Tearing my gaze away from her breasts, I looked at her 
face. A piece of tape was covering her mouth and her 
blue-green eyes were wide with fear. Tears were drying 
on her cheeks.

"So, a quick introduction first." The man has walked 
over and stood between us.

"You may not remember me, but you employed me and my 
men to move you into that big house of yours a few 
years ago."

"I remember you," I said as defiantly as I could 
muster.

"Good. What you might not remember is what your little 
daughter was up to that day."

"Pardon?"

I looked over at Alison, but saw no change in her 
expression.

"Your little daughter is or was one big prick tease."

"What! Look, I have no idea why you have tied us up 
here, but..." Before I could finish my outburst the man 
hit me hard across the face.

"Shut up! You just keep that mouth of yours shut while 
explain the situation. You will have plenty of time to 
use your mouth later on, I promise." Coarse laughter 
from the other men.

"What the hell was he talking about? Why the hell am I 
here? Why the hell were we both here?" This time I kept 
the questions to myself. My self preservation instincts 
were kicking in.

"As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, that 
day five years ago caused me and my men some 
considerable frustration."

"You might remember it was a hot day, and we were all 
working in shorts and t-shirts. It seems that this 
obviously had some effect on your daughter and she 
started to flirt with us."

I started to open my mouth to speak, but the man raised 
his eyebrows and I quickly shut my mouth again.

"Good. Now we don't mind a bit of flirting with pretty 
girls, a perk of the job you might say. But out of 
sight of Mummy and Daddy, your daughter started taking 
it a bit further. A bit of leg on show here, a bit of 
cleavage on show there, a bared midriff, a sexy look 
over her shoulder. And damn, she was just as hot then 
as she it now. Anyway, this was every time one of us 
carried in one of your boxes up to the bedrooms."

"Needless to say, we started to get a little hot under 
the collar, and one of the lads decided he would see 
just how far she was willing to go."

"So up he went with the final box for her room and 
found her sitting up on the bed he had just screwed 
together for her. He put the box down and closed the 
door. You and your wife were busy downstairs directed 
us to put that bloody heavy furniture into your dining 
room."

"He sat down at the foot of her bed and asked if there 
was anything else he could do for your precious 
daughter."

"And you know what your little daughter did then? Huh? 
She looked him straight in the eye and said 'I think 
there something I could do for you'. Now if that isn't 
a come on I don't know what is. Just then I had called 
out for my man to come and help with that dining room 
table of yours. So he left and came back downstairs."

Once we had finished the table, and he had told us what 
was happening upstairs right under your nose, he and 
his best mate over there headed back upstairs and into 
her room. Closing the door again, they found your 
daughter had taken off her trousers and top, and there 
she was propped up on her bed in a pair of sexy panties 
and bra. My men looked at each other and smiled. "OK 
girl, how about you help us over here and relieve some 
of the pressure your little show has built up?"

With that, they both started to pull down their shorts 
to reveal two growing erections. And, let's just say 
that these two men are not short in that department if 
you get my meaning." More coarse laughter. "You still 
have us beat there mate!" one of them called out. 
"True, true," he said with an evil grin on his face.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Five years ago, 
Alison would have been only sixteen. And, although I 
knew she was likely to be sexually active, and a very 
attractive girl, I just didn't see her as the prick 
tease this man was describing. (She had come to us when 
she was fifteen and explained that although she wasn't 
seeing anyone special, she wanted to go on the pill, 
just in case that time came; we were happy that she 
knew the risks, and proud that she had come to talk to 
us about it. We figured she was being very mature about 
sex. Yeah, right)

I glanced over at Alison, her head was bowed now so I 
couldn't see her eyes.

"So there they were, two large erections pointing 
straight out at your little girl, both men slowly 
fisting their pricks in anticipation. And guess what 
she did then? And I know because I had just joined them 
in the room. The little prick tease backs away onto the 
corner of the bed and pulls her clothes back over her 
body. 

"Well, that's just not right. To be left out on the 
cold there, just isn't right. So the two men walked 
round both sides of the bed to close in on her. All 
they wanted was a little action. A quick suck would 
have done the job, and we all wouldn't be here today. 
But no, she starts raising her voice threatening to 
shout out to 'Mummy and Daddy' that the big bad men 
were going to rape her."

"Bloody prick tease," interjected one the men.

"So what were we law abiding men to do? Hell, the girl 
was going to ruin the whole thing, so there was nothing 
for it but to back away. We finished the job, got out 
tip from you good self..." a sneer crossed the man's 
face at this, "and we headed off. But we all said that 
what that girl really needs is a damn good fuck. Oh and 
your wife too. Damn was she hot. Those breasts of hers 
were huge!"

My face reddened at this remark. My wife had had the 
most beautiful large pendulous breasts in the world. A 
trait that my daughter had inheriting.

"But we thought no more about it after that. Well, 
maybe a little as I had a good wank that night, 
dreaming of screwing your precious women. Hell, I think 
I may even had you there in my mind, tied up and 
helpless as they were both being royally fucked from 
behind, looking up with big pleading eyes into your 
face. Shit, that's getting me all hot just thinking 
about it - time to move things along now."

"So, I'm sure you are asking yourself why we are all 
here on this cold winter night, listening to our tails 
of woe. Well to tell you the truth, we couldn't quite 
believe our luck when we were closing up the warehouse 
a few minutes ago. There standing outside our very 
front gates was your daughter, pacing up and down 
trying to keep warm waiting for Daddy to come and pick 
her up. 

"I recognised her immediately. She's all grown up now, 
but once a prick tease, always a fucking prick tease. 
I'm mean look at that top and skirt. Push up bra, to 
fully emphasise that big pair of firm tits, with big 
nipples just begging to be sucked. The spitting image 
of your wife."

"She didn't recognise us - probably forgotten all about 
the men she fucked off all those years ago. But hey, 
what's a man to do. I asked her if she was ok, and she 
explained that you were coming to pick her up. I did 
the gentlemanly thing and suggested she came into the 
warm office to wait. She would have no problem seeing 
you from there. And in she trotted in her leather 
boots, bum swinging in front of us, erections growing 
in our trousers."

"The rest was easy. It was easy to tie her up and then 
wait for you to show up. Had a little chat while we 
waited. You know, catching up with old times. Sorry to 
hear about your wife. I would have loved to have her 
here as well to make it one big happy family reunion, 
so to speak."

"Look, for god sake," I finally spoke up, seeing now 
clearly where this little charade was going, "you have 
got to let us go right now. I'm sorry that my daughter 
upset you and your men all those years ago, but I'm 
sure she has learnt her lesson now, and if you just let 
us go, we won't way anything to the police, I promise."

"Fine speech, but I don't think I gave you permission 
to speak." And with that the man punched me hard in the 
gut, doubling me over.

"So here is how the rest of the evening is going to go. 
You are going to sit there and watch as all three of us 
take our time to fuck your daughter in every single one 
of her holes until she begs for more. And then I 
suspect we will do it all over again. It is the only 
way the little prick tease is going t learn. 

"Oh, and we will film the whole scene, make real sure 
that you and your daughter's faces are clearly visible. 
And if you go anywhere near the police, we will have 
that video onto the internet quicker that you can say 
'incest' with a nice little story that you had set this 
whole thing up because you wanted to get into that 
pussy of your daughter."

This wasn't happening. Please god, this wasn't 
happening. They were about to rape my daughter, right 
in front of me, and there was nothing I could do. My 
precious little Alison. Fucked by these monsters. Oh 
god. And it was turning me on. Despite the ache in my 
stomach and head, I could feel my prick starting to 
harden. Shit, I was one sick bastard.

"Hey look, he's getting a stiffy!" one of the men 
shouted, pointed at my tracksuit bottoms that did 
little to hide my growing erection.

I could see Alison out of the corner of my eyes. Her 
sobbing had quietened down, and she was looking over at 
me. I felt shame at the thoughts she must be having 
about her Dad. The one person who was meant to be 
protecting her.

"So he is! Well that answer my next question. You see, 
we do have a proposition that will hopefully spare your 
little daughter from the pleasure we had planned for 
her."

"What is it?"

"I think that will be become clear shortly."

With that the man walked over and stood in front of me. 
Slowly, with a wicked smile on his lips, he undid the 
belt on his jeans. Then the top button, and slowly he 
pulled down the zip.

I couldn't believe what was happening. He couldn't 
possible mean what I thought he meant.

He slowly pushed the jeans over his hips and down to 
his ankles. As he stood up again, I could see a large 
bulge in the front of his boxer shorts. It was getting 
bigger.

"I think you are getting the picture."

One of the men had moved off into the shadows and now 
came back with two video recorders mounted on tripods. 
He proceeded to set them up to cover the scene that was 
unfolding.

"And action!" he shouted out, laughing.

"Very funny" said the man in front of me. He was 
massaging the bulge, and it was slowly resolving into a 
prick. A big, enormous, thick dick. The head had 
started to poke out over the top of he waist band. He 
put his thumbs into the waist band of the shorts and 
push them down quickly. His prick dropped forward and 
hit me in the face. It continued to grow.

"Open wide Daddy. Time to save you daughter from this 
monster. I bet it would rip her wide open."

He wasn't boasting. Actually he was boasting, but fuck 
me, it was a very big prick. This was my personal 
nightmare. I wasn't gay, I wasn't. I loved my wife, I 
loved fucking her. But it was true that sometimes I 
would come across stories on the web with men fucking 
each other. And they also turned me on. Not pictures, 
just the stories. Shit. Was I fucked up.

"Come on, you must have worked out the deal by now. 
It's either you, me and this beauty, or it's your red 
haired beauty over there and all three of us. Open wide 
and say 'Ah'."

His prick was pulsing right in front of my nose. I 
looked up into his face, and took a deep breath. Slowly 
and opened my mouth and shut my eyes.

"No, look at it while you suck me off."

And with that he moved his hips forward and his prick 
touched my teeth. "Come on, open wide. And don't you 
dare bite."

My teeth parted and he pushed further, my teeth 
scraping along the top and bottom of his prick.

Half an hour ago I had been sleeping at home, having a 
nice little wet dream, and now here I was about to give 
a blow job to a man clearly in control of the 
situation.

"Ah, yes. Nice. Now close your lips over my dick and 
started sucking and licking."

He put his hands on the top of my head and started move 
my head and his hips back and forward a little amount.

"Nice and slowly, and we will have you swallowing this 
piece of meat in no time."

Please, please, this had better save my daughter.

I slowly sucked and licked my first prick as the man 
thrust in short lengths in and out of my mouth.

"Hm, not bad for a beginner. Now let's start feeding 
you some of the rest of this monster." In truth, only 
his large head had entered my mouth, and now he was 
starting longer strokes, introducing more and more of 
the length into my mouth. Soon he hit the back of my 
mouth making me cough and splutter, or at least try to. 
My jaws were starting to ache with the girth of his 
prick.

The man continued to thrust in and out of my mouth 
hitting the back every so often. Slowly he angled my 
head upwards and starting angling the thrust down some 
more. I was now looking along the shaft, half of which 
was still not entering my mouth, up into his face. A 
big smile was playing across his lips.

"Hello, my good little cock sucker. Now here comes the 
good bit... well, for me at least."

With that his prick touched my tonsils and I started to 
gag, pulling away from him.

"Oh no you don't." And he pulled my head back into 
towards his groin, again causing his prick to enter the 
top of my throat. He repeated this s few times, each 
time causing me to gag.

"Hm, nice and tight. I'm sure your daughter's ass would 
have felt like this."

My gag reflex started to subside and the man started 
bashing my throat with a little more urgency.

"Ok, things are slowly coming to a head now." The other 
men laughed. They had moved to stand behind the man 
face fucking me, to have a better view, and were 
stroking their own impressive erections.

The thrusts were becoming quicker now, and slowly my 
throat was accommodating the intrusion. I had stopped 
licking and sucking, but it was clear that it was the 
tightness of my throat that was now turning on my 
tormentor.

The next thrust caught me by surprise and he pushed 
harder to force his prick deep into my throat. He 
stopped there and waited a couple of heart beats as I 
started to gag and struggle to catch a breath.

"Yes," he let out in a low growl.

He pulled back and let me suck in fresh air, and then 
plunged it straight back in. He picked up the pace now, 
diving deep into my bruised throat every few strokes.

"Look at your daughter, now! She can't believe her 
eyes. Her dear Dad is sucking a huge prick like a real 
pro right there in front of her. I wonder if it is 
turning her on?"

I refused to look over at Alison, concentrating on 
trying to breath. To my shame, my prick was fully erect 
now, pushing my tracksuit bottoms out from my waist.

"It certainly turning you on!"

He continued to fuck my face to what seemed like an 
age, and then suddenly pulled my head all the way 
forward, and let out a loud "arghhh!" His prick broke 
through whatever resistance remained and buried itself 
deep, deep in my throat and started to pulsate and dump 
streams of spunk into my stomach. Pubic hair tickled my 
noise and I struggled for air, the monster completely 
fully inserted into my face. On and on the prick 
pulsed, my neck bulging with each pulse.

"Oh man!"

I started to struggle more, pushing away from the man. 
He pulled back slowly and let the final few jets hit me 
on the face.

"Yeah! I like breaking in new fuck meat."

He rubbed the head of the prick in my hair and took a 
couple of steps back.

"All yours!" he said to the other two men and sat down 
on a pile of blankets.

"What!" I spluttered, my jaw aching as I spoke. "You 
promised to let us go!."

"I said no such thing, and besides, my mates here also 
want a bit of fun."

"You bastard!" I shouted, "Let us go now."

"Or what?" he laughed back.

The two men advanced on me and pulled me up to my feet 
again, carrying me over to the mound of blankets. They 
threw me face down pulled my tracksuit off.

"Look, no pants!"

My hands were still tied behind my back and the 
blankets under me tilted my arse up into the air. One 
of the men knelt down behind me and pulled my cheeks 
apart and started greasing up my arsehole with 
something cold and sticky.

"Get the fuck off me." I said struggling.

"Shut him up will you" said the man behind me. The 
other man walked around in front of me and knelt down 
and grabbed my head and tilted it backwards.

"Open wide. Time for another face fuck," And with that 
he plunged his prick straight in and down my throat.

At the same time, a felt something warm between my 
cheeks as the other man started push at my arsehole.

I had sometimes masturbated with a finger up my arse, 
and had even bought a small vibrator when I was single. 
But I never wanted to get buggered, did I?

The man started thrusting forward, pushing his big 
prick into my arsehole. God it hurt. I could feel 
something tearing, he kept pushing. I couldn't scream 
because I was effectively gagged. The man fucking my 
face had started a rhythmic thrusting now, and the man 
buggering me started to match it. Little by little, he 
pushed more and more of the prick into my aching arse.

And then the pain started to ease and I closed my eyes, 
tears forming and rolling down my cheeks puffed out by 
the face fucking I was receiving.

In and out they both went, abusing me, fucking me, 
hurting me... turning me on. My prick was rock hard and 
throbbing. It was being rubbed against the rough 
blankets I was sprawled across, and I could feel myself 
getting close to coming.

Suddenly the prick in my throat started to pulse, and 
more spunk shot down into my stomach. The man behind me 
speeded up and soon had his full length sawing in and 
out of my arsehole.

"Fuck!" he shouted at the top his voice, and buried 
himself fully in my arse. I could feel the hot spunk 
gushing out and filling my bowels.

Just then, I came. Hard. My body spasmed and jets of 
spunk shot all over the blankets. Blood rushed through 
my ears, and my hearing dimmed. I was lost in the 
moment. My hearing returned to peels of laughter as the 
two men pulled themselves out of my abused body and 
looked down at the mess I had made.

"He really likes to be fucked, doesn't he!?"

I rolled over and felt spunk leak from my arsehole and 
move down my leg.

What the fuck had I become?

I looked up and saw my daughter a few feet away crying 
her eyes out, still kneeling, with the tape across her 
mouth.

"Right. That's the starter out of the way, time for the 
main course."

I was too weak to offer much response to this. Of 
course they wouldn't let us go now. They were about to 
fuck my daughter and there was nothing I could do about 
it. Hell, the stupid prick tease deserved it. Look at 
the mess she had gotten me into.

No that wasn't fair. No one deserves this.

Alison was trying to back away from the men now, 
obviously realising what was about to happen. She 
screamed into her gag and looked at me to come and 
help.

The men simple lifted he up and frog marched her back 
in front of me. One of the men reached into a tool box 
and brought out a box cutter and stepped up to Alison 
and with quick strokes of the blade cut her skirt away 
from her knickers and cut off her top, revealing a push 
up bra, with her breasts overflowing the top. The 
knickers were cut off next, and then the bra, leaving 
her tits to hang freely, leaving my little girl naked 
except for a pair of leather boots.

"Whew, a natural red head, just like her Dad!" The men 
were looking at the triangle of flaming ginger hair 
that my daughter was trying to hide my crossing her 
legs.

"None of that now, let's see you as nature intended," 
pulling her legs apart, and making her stand with them 
a couple inches apart. "Very pretty." Alison obviously 
hadn't shaved, but the hairs were fine and light, and 
you could see her cunt through them.

Damn it I thought, I'm sitting here, having just been 
buggered, oggling my daughter's cunt. What kind of sick 
pervert was I turning into.

"Now all that talk earlier reminded me of that dream I 
had all those years ago, when your daughter started 
this trouble. And bugger me if it doesn't still turn me 
on." The man had shed all his clothes and was stroking 
his monster prick again. It was as hard as ever. He 
walked behind my daughter.

"Well, buggering does that to a man," he laughed at his 
weak joke and kicked my daughter on the back of her 
legs causing her to fall down on her knees. He then 
pushed her so that she ended up on all fours. Directly 
in front on me.

I could see between her arms, her breasts dangling 
down, her nipples still erect and pointing up at me. 
Beautiful pink nipples. Beautiful breasts come to that. 
Oh god, fucking marvelous tits, if I'm being honest. 
They swayed slightly, having formed perfect domes. I 
had loved seeing my wife like this. It would turn me on 
in a instant. It would normally end up in a good suck 
and fondle session and then a personal favourite, 
straddling her stomach and giving her a tit fuck, with 
me then spraying all over my wife's tits and her 
rubbing it in like cream. 

I had become hard again at this thought, and I caught 
my daughter's eyes widening. "God, she thinks this is 
turning me on... well, little missy, you and your prick 
teasing antics have brought this on yourself, and yes, 
god damn it, you are turning me on."

The man had dropped to his knees behind Alison and 
shuffled forward until his prick touched her bum.

"You have a beautiful bum lady, and it will be a joy to 
fuck it" he said, dipping his fingers into a tub of 
something. He started applying the goo to my daughter's 
arse. It must have been cold, because she made a start 
forward, trying to escape her soon to be rapist's 
fingers. The man obvious was working his finger into 
her arsehole now as Alison started to struggle.

"Whoa there little horsey, you can't run from me." With 
that he reached forward and grabbed a handful of my 
daughter's long red hair and pulled it back like a 
reign. Her head went back and she stopped struggling. A 
low grunt escaped from my daughter's throat as he 
worked a second finger in with the second.

"Need to open you up bit honey, my monster is going to 
rip you open wide as it is."

Tears were reforming in my daughter's eyes.

The man withdrew his fingers and lined up his prick 
against my daughter's hole. "Now, here's what happens 
to stuck up little prick teasers." And with that he 
thrust forward and pushed his large bulbous head into 
my daughter's anus.

Alison screamed, loud enough that the tape did little 
to suppress the noise.

"Yeah!" shouted the man, "squeal for me!"

He pulled back and thrust again, popping his prick in 
and out of the tight opening.

Alison screamed again.

The man started a thrusting motion, the same one he 
used as he had fucked my face.

In and out his prick went, and slowly but surely, more 
of the monster disappeared up my daughter's arsehole. 
The pain must have been incredible.

The rocking motion had started my daughter's breast 
swaying. To and fro in front of me, her head held high 
and clear by the man's grasp of her hair. Her tits 
started slapping against her upper arms, and bouncing 
inwards and together. The slapping was now being echoed 
by the man behind her, having fully penetrated her, his 
large balls banging against her bottom with each 
thrust.

"Oh yeah! Your daughter is a good fuck!"

My own erection was straining again, wanting release. 
One of the other men came over and knelt next to me and 
started jerking his hand up and down my shaft. Right in 
front of my daughter's face.

The man buggering Alison was picking up the pace now, 
and my daughter's sobbing had slowed to a dull grunt 
with each thrust and slap of her tits against her arms. 
Her eyes were closed now. I couldn't tell if she had 
broken through the pain barrier and was getting off on 
this.

The man jacking me off also speeded up. I was close. 
The man buggering my sweet, bad, naughty, sexy Alison 
gave one final huge thrust and started to come deep in 
her bowels. That pushed me over the edge, and jets of 
spunk flew up and hit Alison on her face, tits and 
arms. "Oh god!" I cried out loud.

"Ah, that's a Kodak moment if ever I've seen one." The 
third man had returned with a digital camera and had 
captured the moment when I had come all over my 
daughter while she was being buggered from behind.

Alison had slumped down onto her elbows as the man 
withdrew from her anus. He dropped her hair, and her 
head fell down, forehead touching the ground.

"Right lads, up for some more action?"

The two men grinned as they turned her sideways, still 
on her knees and elbows, and started a repeat 
performance of their acts of rape on me. They had 
swapped positions, so I guess Alison was about to have 
the prick that had been deep in my bowels served up to 
her to clean. The man lifter her head by her chin and 
ripped the tape off her mouth. He pinched her cheeks to 
open her mouth, and started feeding his dick into her 
mouth.

The man behind her had no trouble slipping his hard 
cock into her gaping arsehole. Alison had lost all her 
fight, and stayed still as the two men started fucking 
her from both ends. From the side, I could see the cock 
entering her throat, making it bulge obscenely.

Again, her breasts started swinging as the to and fro 
motion moved her body.

"Such a beautiful sight to see a girl filled from both 
ends." said the man standing behind me playing the 
video camera over the scene.

The men kept up their rape for a good few minutes, 
during which time Alison made no sound. Then they 
started to speed up their thrusts as they reached their 
climax. Coming closely together, they filled my 
daughter with their spunk, withdrew and jerk the last 
few drops over her back, hair and face.

"Good for the skin I've heard," one of them laughed.

Alison collapsed to the floor.

The man put down the video camera and picked up the box 
cutter again. "What was he about to do?" I wondered. 
Please don't let him cut us. But the man had obviously 
decided that our spirit had been broken and that there 
was no more fight left in us. He cut the tape binding 
our hands together.

"And now, dessert!"

What more could he possible have in store?

He turned Alison over onto her back. Her eyes were 
closed.

"OK Dad, time for you finale! Get over here and fuck 
your daughter in the cunt."

"No." The word came out quietly.

"No? I don't think you are in any position to say no. 
Or put it another way, you say no, then we three will 
rape her cunt one after the other. And then we will 
find what else fits in that nice little hole. I'm sure 
there are ample 'toys' we could find around here. And 
we will keep doing this until you do fuck her. So you 
either fuck her now, and I promise to let you both go, 
or you fuck her later, complete with sloppy seconds, 
thirds, fourths etc." All three men laughed at this.

I turned onto my front and started crawling towards 
Alison.

She had started to cry again, and I whispered, "I'm 
sorry," as I drew closer.

I moved in between her legs, lifting them gently, and 
bending them at the knees pushed them back towards her 
chest. This opened up her most private and delicate 
areas in front of me. I could see her abused anus, 
blood and spunk all around. And I could see my 
beautiful daughter's cunt, nestling in the triangle of 
fine ginger hairs. Moving her legs up and apart and 
opened up her cunt lips, and I could see her enflamed 
clit, and a very moist opening. "Well, something turned 
her on tonight." I thought.

I put a rolled up blanket under her bum to lift her up 
and make it easier for me to enter her.

"Come on Daddy, stop admiring her cunt and fuck it!" 
the man shouted from behind me.

My cock had gotten hard again. Three times in the space 
of an hour was pretty much unheard of for me, so 
something was turning me on as well.

I lined up by prick on her wet hole, and pushed 
forward. Alison, with her eyes still shut, let out a 
"Hnnggghh," as I slipped ever so easily into her cunt.

"Damn, she's wet" one of the men said.

And she was, that first push had put my whole throbbing 
prick hilt deep into my darling daughter. And it felt 
good. Oh so bloody good.

I started pulling out and then plunged back in, a 
little harder than I had planned, but the little cock 
tease was turning me on.

In and out, a little harder still.

Slowly, I built up my thrusting, using a little more 
force than necessary. The thought "she needs to be 
punished" sprung into my mind and I continued to thrust 
in hard. Alison's eyes were open now, looking up at me, 
and she had started panting in short quiet bursts. I 
couldn't tell if it was a loving look or not.

I kept a steady rhythm going, fucking my daughter. Her 
legs still pressed up next to her side, allowed he 
breasts to move freely. And they start making circles 
and figures of eight as I fucked in and out.

God this felt so good.

Just then I felt a hand between my legs. I looked back, 
without slowing, and saw the man whose prick I had 
sucked at the start of the evening, moving in closer, 
his monster dick erect yet again.

Oh god, here we go.

Judging the moment, he pressed the head against by 
stretched anus. "Room for one more?" he hissed into my 
ear, and pushed forward in time with my next thrust. He 
buried himself deep on that stroke, and I let out a 
loud cry of pain. Alison brought her hands up to my 
face, as if to comfort me, and mouthed "shhh."

A few thrusts later, and the man was completely inside 
of me, filling me to bursting point, a hot fire burning 
in my guts. Then he started fucking me as I fucked 
Alison.

Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined this scene. 
Me fucking my beautiful, big-titted daughter, and a man 
with an enormous prick, fucking my arse hard and long.

I was in heaven... or was it hell.

The three of continued fucking for another few minutes 
when I felt the man started to speed up and then empty 
himself completely in my arsehole. That pushed me over 
the edge, and I empty my third load of spunk for the 
evening into Alison's cunt.

I could tell that she hadn't come, so figuring what the 
hell, if it works her mother, it should work for her, 
and knelt down close to her cunt, breathed in her hot, 
sweet smell, and started licking and flicking her 
engorged clit.

That obviously did the trick. Alison started bucking 
and squirming as I worked on her until she grabbed two 
handfuls of my hear and let out an enormous cry of 
pleasure and pain.

I picked my self up and lay down on my back next to my 
fucked daughter. I could see the other two men had been 
circling the action with the video cameras, capturing 
every sordid detail of the incestuous rape of my 
daughter.

"Well, that concludes the menu for this evening," said 
the man as he and his mates started to get dressed.

"I hope that has taught your daughter a valuable lesson 
about teasing men."

"Now as promised, run along home the pair of you. I 
have some video highlight editing to do. I may even 
send you a copy."

My daughter's clothes were ruined, so I gave her my 
sweatshirt, which came down below her waist. I put my 
tracksuit bottoms back on and we headed out into the 
cold morning, my arm around my little defiled girl.

Epilogue:

We got home at around 5:15 in the morning. Nothing had 
been said in the car, and this continued as we went 
into the house and up to our respective bedrooms. Soon 
I was under the shower, trying to remove the evidence 
of the last couple of hours. Everything still hurt.

I stepped out and dried off. I could hear my daughter 
having a shower as well in the other bathroom. I turned 
off the alarm for the morning and slipped naked back 
into bed, lying on my side, trying not to think about 
the evening. Images of the night kept popping into my 
head. I didn't know what to think. I had been raped. My 
daughter had been raped. I had raped and fucked my own 
daughter. And I had enjoyed far too much of it.

I heard my bedroom door open, and Alison step in. She 
lifted the covers and got lightly into the other side 
of the double bed. I was facing away from her, as I 
felt her snuggle up behind me. I felt her naked warm 
breast touch my back, her nipples felt hard again.

"I'm so sorry Daddy," she whispered in my ear as she 
put her arms around me.

As I turned over to face her, I felt my prick begin to 
harden again.

What is a father to do with a prick teasing daughter?

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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