DAD LIKES YOU [MxF: rape, anal, oral]

‘You’re a beautiful young lady.’

Roger beamed, stepping forward to give me a kiss on the cheek. The gesture was swift but for a moment, he was way too close to me. To the point where I could feel the brush of his semi erect penis, resting against my thigh, through my thin summer dress.

It was inappropriate and I was left biting my lip, feeling incredibly awkward. When he pulled away, I could feel his saliva coating my skin. I resisted the urge to wipe my cheek, concealing my feelings of disgust behind a polite smile as I stood on the doorstep beside my new boyfriend, Chris. We were visiting his parents at their country house.

Well, *parent.*

‘My parents got divorced five years ago.’

Chris had explained earlier that day, in the long drive over. We were staying the weekend. I had only been dating Chris for a couple of months before he suggested meeting his dad. I had butterflies in my tummy when he had asked me. Most guys would balk at the idea of taking a girl home to meet the parents so soon. I took it as a sign that he was serious about me.

After getting settled in, we whiled away the late afternoon, simply chatting and drinking. I made sure to take small, measured sips of my wine because I didn’t want to get drunk and make a fool of myself. Nor did I want this man (my future father in law, perhaps?) to think his son had brought home an utter lush.

Roger was in his late fifties. With salt and pepper hair, nice tan and a playful smile, he looked dashing. Having made his money in real estate, he was now retired.

He was a great conversationalist with a killer sense of humour to boot. He was everything my deadbeat dad *hadn’t* been and I found myself yearning for this man’s approval so much that I even chose to forget that strange moment on the doorstep.

I could tell he liked me. That he deemed me good enough for his son and that he would have no issues accepting me as his daughter in law when the time came.

I was so naive.

As the sky outside darkened and the evening came into play, I noticed Roger was making any excuse to be close to me and that usually involved touching me in some way. At first it was innocent enough. Touching my arm as he leaned in close to tell me the punch line to a joke, taking a hold of my hand to help me up from the sofa, brushing back my hair from my face as he listened to me speak, placing his hand on the small of my back as he led me to the dining room for dinner …

But then …

Roger had his leg pressed up against mine as we sat at the table. It was odd how he had chosen to sit next to me (and even more so, that Chris hadn’t objected) instead of my own boyfriend. There were times when he would get so carried away with telling a story, he would casually rest his hand on my thigh. After doing his several times, his hand started to creep up. Every time he placed his hand back on me, it would be an inch or so higher than the time before. Finally, he had it resting just near my pussy. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, I was too embarrassed. I held my breath and silently prayed for Chris to notice my discomfort. But he was absorbed in his phone – one hand texting furiously, while he used the other to eat, twirling the fork in his fingers between mouthfuls.

The moment Roger removed his hand to reach for the salad, I jumped up and excused myself to the bathroom. Once safely inside, I locked the door and tried to calm down but my heart was thumping. What had just happened? I didn’t want to stay here any longer. It was weird. And the worst part was, Chris hadn’t even noticed how uncomfortable I’d been. I quickly made a plan of action. I would go to our bedroom, get my phone out of my purse and text Chris and tell him to come upstairs. And then I would tell him what had been happening and that I wanted to leave.

No sooner had I opened the bathroom door, someone barged in. My shriek died in my throat when I realised it wasn’t Roger. I almost wept in relief and I flung myself into Chris’ arms. He kissed me and held me tight as I attempted to calm down so I could get my words out. I thought he would be angry when I told him what his father had done. But no.

He just *shrugged.*

‘Did you hear what just I said?’

‘Look about that …’

The next few minutes broke my heart. I could see Chris’ mouth moving, could vaguely hear words tumbling out and yet, due to my utter shock, I was only able to grasp certain phrases.

‘… dad’s been lonely since mom left …’

‘… he hasn’t had much luck with dating …’

‘… saw a picture of you …’

‘… thought you were really pretty …’

‘ … ask me if he could …’

‘… just the once …’

‘… I said yes …’

‘How could you?!’ I screamed at him as the final piece fell into place. My boyfriend wanted me to have *sex* with his own father. ‘Is that why you brought me here in the first place?’

The next hour passed in a blur. Chris sat me down on the bathroom floor and hugged me tightly as he explained.

‘You know my business? Who do you think invested heavily into it for me to even be able to get off the ground? Who paid for the fancy lawyers? The deposit on the house that I live in? Who took my side when my mom was being manipulative and unfair? Who came running to my aid when I was in trouble?’

I remained quiet, dreading his next words.

‘He did it because he loved me. I owe him. And after everything I’ve done for you, you owe me. And if you *love* me … you would do the same.’

At the point, I was too close, too tangled up in this mess to realise how manipulative he was being. There was far too much alcohol in my system to think rationally. I should have just walked out. However, Chris was correct when he said he had done a lot of me. I was struggling, between jobs, barely being able to pay my rent when he had met me. He had been good to me, generous. Kind and understanding. Was this … something I could for him? I felt like I *did* owe him. And besides if his father hadn’t helped him out, Chris wouldn’t have been able to help *me* in turn …

I slowly found myself nodding. Chris looked relieved, pleased even. He patted my arm as though I was an animal that he had finally managed to make docile.

‘Good. It won’t be that bad. Dad hasn’t been laid for years. He’ll probably blow his load after a few thrusts. You’ll be fine.’

I was disturbed by Chris’ blasé attitude.

An hour later I found myself in the master bedroom – Roger’s bedroom – perched on the edge of his bed. I had been instructed to take off my own cotton dress and put on a silk evening gown, with no underwear. It was deep red in color. A floor length piece, with generous slits on either side. I wondered how long they had this planned? Had he bought the dress just for me, just for his occasion?

The door opened and Roger walked in. He was smiling, gazing at me as though I was something to eat.

‘I trust everything has been discussed?’

I nodded. I just wanted to get it over with. It was only sex, just one time. It would be okay. I would block it out of my mind with alcohol later.

I watched as Roger moved closer and hastily began taking his clothes off. I didn’t move to remove mine, wanting to prolong keeping my body covered as much as I could. Maybe he wouldn’t completely undress me? What would have been the point in getting me this dress? Maybe he liked his women to wear beautiful dresses while he he had sex with them?

Even at his age, it was clear that Roger took care of himself. He was muscular under his suit, the tan of his face matched the colour of his body. I found my gaze drawn to his cock. It was average in size, he certainly wasn’t as big as his son. I’m horrified that I was even making a comparison. At the base of his shaft, there was a tangle of salt and pepper pubic hair – matching the hair on his head perfectly. Behind his erect cock, I could see his wrinkled ball sac, hanging low.

He moved even closer to me, motioning me to get on my knees in front of the bed. I did so silently, feeling a little sick. I thought this would be just sex – nothing more than his cock in my pussy. I didn’t think I would need to suck him off as well. But I was too scared, being in the position I was in now, to argue.

Roger sat on the bed and opened his legs wide, encouraging me to come closer. He nodded at his cock and his request is clear: *suck it.*

I paused, not sure how to start. This close,
I could smell the sweat wafting off his balls. The slight musky odour of his genitalia. After taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth and gingerly took him in. He made a sound of pleasure deep in his throat and immediately tangled his fingers in my hair. I quickly began moving my head back and forth, working my lips and tongue around his meat. For a few minutes, nothing was said. It was quiet. The only noise that could be heard was the sound of my mouth sucking him off. Soon, his breathing became heavier.

‘Slowly,’ he instructed. ‘I want to tell you a story first.’

I was hoping to get this done fast as I certainly wasn’t enjoying the process but his words forced me to slow down.

‘That dress you’re wearing belong to my wife. When she left me, she didn’t bother to take everything.’

I don’t reply. I concentrated on the job at hand.

‘We would go out to all these high profile functions and charity balls and she would dress up in these beautiful dresses. Naturally, after spending an evening drinking champagne, after all the glitz and glamour, I would expect to come home and make love to my wife. But she would always make excuses, saying she had an headache, or she was too tired or that it was already so late in the night. And she wouldn’t let me fuck her. And I would just roll over and go to sleep.’

His hand tightened in my hair and yanked my head back suddenly, making his cock slip out of my mouth with a soft, wet ‘pop.’ I look at him in surprise. Even though his lips were curved up in a smile, I could see that his eyes were clouded with pent up anger.

‘That’s one thing I regret …’

He leaned in close to me, whispering the next part.

‘Not fucking her like I should have.’

The next series of explosive actions left me stunned and breathless. Without missing a beat, he pulled me up by my arm and flung me on the bed like a rag doll, revealing just how strong he was despite his age. He straddled me immediately, his cock poking me painfully in my stomach. Without saying a word, he took hold of my dress, the part where the slit was and savagely ripped it. It tore easily enough, the silk caressing my skin one final
time before it lay in tattered shreds around me. The same was done to the top half, exposing my breasts.

And suddenly, I was lying there completely naked. I instinctively clamped my legs together but he slapped at my thighs and forced me to open them. He reached down to my pussy and entered me with his fingers. Understandably, I was dry. It felt uncomfortable, it hurt. But he shoved his fingers deeper until he finally found was he looking for. My fluids, a taste. Bringing his fingers up to his nose he inhaled deeply, before sucking them, a moan of pleasure escaping his lips.

‘It’s been so long since I’ve had pussy. Especially fresh, young pussy.’

Roger rocked his hips, jabbing my stomach again with his leaking cock, smearing his pre-cum over my flushed skin. The tiny little hairs on his balls tickled my skin, almost pleasantly.

‘I would love to do all sorts of things to you but I don’t think I can last long.’ He breathed, regretfully, barely showing any hint of shame. ‘I only got one load in me. This is a one time favour, so I’m going to make it *count.*’

And with that he flipped me around so that I was lying on my front. The first thought that entered my mind was that he liked to take his women from behind. I raised myself, so that I was on all fours for him. I just wanted to get this over with. I could hear him spitting in his hand. I heard the glide of his palm as he stroked his cock, the quiet groan as he prepared himself and then …

I felt a pressure on my anus as the head of his cock forced it’s way inside my ass.

‘No!’ I shrieked. ‘Not there! Please not there! I can’t. Don’t make me, please!’

Roger ignored me. I had never felt such intense pain before. It ripped a shrill scream from my lips. The terror and panic I felt was overwhelming. This was supposed to be normal, vaginal sex! That’s what I had reluctantly agreed to. I never would have done it if I had known that *this* is what he had planned to do!

‘Wait! No, no, no! I didn’t agree to this! Stop, please!’

Roger didn’t bother to keep me quiet. Who would hear me anyway, way out here? His closest neighbours were a few miles away. He could do anything he wanted to me and no one would know.

‘That bitch never let me take her up the ass,’ he grumbled, referring to his wife. ‘Fucking bitch.’

The slide of his thick cock *burned.* It wasn’t a dull pain. It was a sharp, stinging pain and I hated it. I could tell his intrusion was aggravating my anal passage. My body constricted in pain and I was crying out, begging him to stop.

Roger was making his own sounds. His moans were growing higher in pitch as though fucking me was hurting him. Though I guess not having had sex in years, only to begin again by shoving himself in a tight ass, having his cock repeatedly rub against a constricting canal would have probably been overwhelming and perhaps, even a little painful. Not that it was stopping him …

‘Oh god! Ah, ahh, ahhh!’

He sounded like his cock was caught in a vice, his voice a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Roger thrusted himself deeper in and I collapsed on the bed, unable to hold myself up. He didn’t seem to notice. He was too far gone. He continued pumping in and out, his moans turning into desperate wails. I could feel his body tighten above me. His fingers dug into my hips, hard enough to bruise. Roger gave a few more thrusts and then, finally, with a cry that sounded almost like a sob, he came, filling me up with his hot seed.

He collapsed on top of me, panting hard. I wanted him to get off but my voice was hoarse with screaming and my mouth was bone dry, I couldn’t get the words out. Eventually, he began to stir. Moving back to his previous position, he removed his cock from my abused anus and shook out the last few drops of his cum. They landed on my ass like warm raindrops – an insult to injury.

‘It looks like a beautiful little rosebud.’ He said, satisfaction coating his words as he gently rubbed his thumb around my ring. I tried to scoot away from him and he laughed.

I heard him get up and put on a dressing gown. I lay there, still completely naked, my tortured ass exposed and covered in his cum – completely different to the happy, excited girl that was being introduced to her boyfriend’s parent for the first time. I didn’t have the energy to move or even cover myself.

‘I’ll go get Chris for you.’ He said, cheerfully,
as though we had just finished playing a game of checkers or something.

I’m not sure how much time passed before the door opened again. I still hadn’t moved. The lower half of my body was wracked with pain. I felt pressure beside me, the mattress dipping under the new weight as someone sat on the bed. I could tell by the familiar presence that it was Chris. I felt a warm, wet towel on my lower back as he cleaned me up, wiping away the sweat and the now dried semen, left by his father. The towel moved to my ass, the fabric touching my anus and I flinched.

‘He raped me.’ I finally said, my voice breaking.

The towel stopped moving.

‘You agreed to it, remember? You can’t go throwing accusations like that.’

I turn around to face Chris, wincing at the sharp pain I felt in my lower region as I did so. It hurt to see my boyfriend looking so untroubled at the terrible state I was in.

‘I agreed to normal sex! And even if I agreed at first, I’m allowed to change my mind!’ I can feel my voice rising with every word, by the end I was screaming at him. ‘As soon as I said ‘no’ that’s it! Anything beyond that is rape!’

My little outburst had taken what little energy I had left. I allowed myself to sink back into the mattress, my body, half twisted so that I could look up at him.

‘He anally raped me.’ I sobbed. ‘And it hurt so bad.’

Instead of shock or indignation on Chris’ face, I saw a peculiar look settle over his features. I didn’t like it.

‘You let him fuck you up the ass?’

‘I didn’t *let* him. He raped me!’ The words had come out in a wail.

‘You’ve never let me take you up the ass …’ He sounded sullen, almost.

‘Chris!’

Why wasn’t he upset? Why wouldn’t he hold me or comfort me? Why was he being so strange? He hushed me by placing a finger to my lips. Then leaned down and spoke softly.

‘Do you remember that first time we had sex? You made me wait an entire month before you gave it up?’

I stay silent, my eyes fixed on him.

‘You started whimpering in the middle of it. You told me it was hurting. You told me to stop?’

I nodded. Where was he going with this?

‘And I stopped. Do you remember that? I smiled. I told you it was okay and I stopped?’

I remembered that night. The first time we made love. I was stressed out with my job. I wasn’t wet enough and when he entered me with his hard cock, it had really hurt. I was scared. I thought he would have been angry at me. But he wasn’t. He had been sweet and I knew right then, how lucky I had been to find someone so understanding.

‘I stopped.’ Chris repeated before leaning in even closer as though he was about to kiss me. ‘But you know something?’

‘Hm?’ I smile lightly and tilt my chin towards him, waiting for the kiss. But it never came.

‘I wish I hadn’t. I wish I had kept fucking you and claimed you properly that night.’

I barely had time to process the words before I was flipped back around, my face pushed into the pillow. I started struggling weakly, still feeling the effects from Roger’s treatment.

‘Chris, no!’ But my words came out muffled.

‘You’re my woman. Your job is to keep me satisfied. And you failed that night.’

He had me pinned to the bed. I could hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip himself. I could feel him struggle to get his jeans off. He was fully straddling me now. With one hand on the back of my head, keeping my face pressed against the pillow, he used his other hand to rub tiny little circles around my anus.

No! Not again! My mind was screaming. He was so heavy on top of me that I could hardly move. It had been excruciating with Roger and Chris was much bigger than his father. I could feel panic begin to rise within me and before I knew it, I was sobbing against the pillow, struggling to breathe. The very though of my boyfriend raping me right after his father was too much.

Chris didn’t bother to prepare himself. His cock was rock hard and dry when he rammed it inside my ass. It felt hot, a big piece of unforgiving meat being wedged into my anal cavity. It was already feeling sensitive after Roger’s attack. I could feel my muscles screaming in pain, clenching down on his shaft and I heard him groaning loudly.

‘Oh fuck, yeah! You’re still so tight.’

I gasped into the pillow. He had filled me up completely. I felt … full in a way I never had before during those times when he had his cock in my pussy. There was no pleasure, only pain. I squirmed against him, kicking my legs out uselessly.

After a few slow thrusts he began to pound into me. The pillow soaked up my tears, along with the spittle from my mouth which was open in a soundless scream.

Chris’ balls slammed into me with each thrust, making a dirty slap-slap-slap sound. It felt like I was on fire. As though the tip of his cock was spurting red hot lava inside me because how else could it burn so *bad?*

His thrusting became wilder, harder, faster and I honestly felt like he was going to split my body in two with that big cock of his. My toes curled, my hands were clenching on to anything they could find: the pillow, the sheets, Chris’ hand …

I grab his hand from the back of my head, bringing it to my mouth and bit down on it. He wrenched it away from my mouth and instead stuck his fingers inside. Without thinking, I started sucking on them, moaning deeply in my throat. The small gesture acted as a distraction and even though I was grateful, I was also outraged. I suddenly bit down on his fingers and he hastily removed them from my mouth. Wiping the saliva I had left on his fingers across my own face, he fisted his hand in my hair, driving my face back into the pillow as he pounded me into the mattress.

I could feel a wetness inside. Not my pussy, no. But in my anal passage. His cock was sliding in and out much easier and I was terrified he had done damage in there, and that the mysterious wetness I felt was actually blood.

I couldn’t take this anymore and I knew what I had to do to distract myself, to lessen the pain. I had to call up on some pleasure to balance it out. I reached my arm down, my hand squeezing between my battered body and the mattress. It was under my stomach now. I reached further down, almost discreetly until my fingers found my nether lips. Chris was ramming into my with so much weight and force that my pussy was practically splayed out against the mattress.

My fingers snuck inside. I couldn’t bring myself to stick my fingers in my hole. Not when Chris was doing a spectacular job of abusing the other. And so, I played with my clit instead. Using my fingertips to rub it gently in time with his thrusts. But it wasn’t enough. Soon, I was pinching it. Twisting the little nub until a rush of wetness greeted my fingers.

I started to moan. Quietly at first before getting louder and louder. Chris heard me and immediately removed his hand from my head, allowing me to turn my head to the side.

‘… Are you touching your pussy?’ His voice was breathless. ‘You dirty little bitch.’

Despite his words, I could hear the surprise, the quiet awe in his tone. I wasn’t touching myself because I was enjoying this nightmarish ordeal nor was I doing it to turn him on.

I was doing it to keep myself sane, to get through this.

My fingers began to move faster, almost cruel in the way they were treating my clit. Chris’ thrusts became more erratic, his voice raising up an octave as he shouted out a string of cuss words. I could feel his cock getting bigger …

And then, he’s ripping his cock out of my ass and roughy turning me around so I’m now laying on my back. My fingers were still working my clit. His gaze landed on my pussy, his mouth parting in a low moan as he finally saw my engorged clit. With his hand at the base of his shaft, he jerked himself off – a few strokes on his slick cock before he came with a harsh cry.

Streams of white hot spunk splattered over my stomach and breasts. There was a lot it and it covered my skin, in thick pools. I glanced at the tip of his cock and I could see that it was still squirting out his seed. He pointed it at my pussy. My clit was bathed in his spunk. I moved my fingers faster, pinching hard, my eyes never leaving his as he looked on greedily.

And finally I came with a howl, sounding like an animal in pain. Because it *was* painful and intense. Sweetly so. When I opened my eyes, Chris was smiling at me. He moved his hand down and I was worried he had got something else planned but instead, he covered my pussy with his hand, almost protectively. The warmth of his palm against my quivering little pussy felt so good.

‘Did you think this night would really end with you covered in some other man’s seed?’

Chris’ voice was soft, gentle almost. He leaned down and this time, he really did kiss me.

‘From now on, the only spunk you’ll be covered in is mine.’

And with that said, he dipped his finger into the cooling pool of semen resting on my stomach and smeared it across my mouth. Involuntarily, I licked my lips and tasted him – the saltiness, the dying heat.

I reached out and placed my hand on his softening cock and gave it a gentle tug.

‘From now on, you’re the only one who gets to fuck me.’

Chris smirked.

‘Deal.’

*End.*

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