Am I a bad father? Perhaps, perhaps I should go to hell for what happened that day, and the months and years after. Maybe I shouldn’t have gambled so much, but I had so few joys in my life after my wife had passed. Raising a girl without a mother, especially as they blossomed into beautiful young woman was more difficult than I had expected. Without my wife, I felt attractions that no father should have for his daughter. So small and fragile. A porcelain doll that practically begged to be broken. But despite my thoughts, my dreams, my fantasies, I never touched her.
Of course, that didn’t mean I didn’t peek. Walk in on her during showers, or changing. Going through her clothes as I washed them, inhaling deeply, her panties on my face, tasting her. I couldn’t help myself. Sometimes, thinking of her, I’d use those panties, wrapping it around my cock, imagining her putting them on with my cum still on it. I’m lucky she never caught me.
That had been going on for a few months now. One day, in a moment of weakness and depravity, I had even came on her toothbrush. I went in the bathroom, talking to her, the entire time she brushed, hoping to hide my erection. As soon as she went to bed, I pulled her panties from the hamper and spilled onto them, thinking horrible thoughts. And then, everything fell apart.
My gambling had gotten out of control, to the tune of tens of thousands of dollars. My bookie had came to collect. I never had thought of how dangerous he was till I saw him there, at my front door, asking me what I meant by saying I didn’t have his money. I feared that Maci would see her dad be beaten by him. Indeed, I never saw the first punch, which knocked me right on my ass. I got up, when I heard Maci run down, in just a nightgown, rubbing her eyes asking what the noise was. I told her to go back to her room, that I had just tripped and she did, like the good cum brushing senior she was. When I turned back to Dave, my bookie, he wasn’t staring at me anymore. He was staring at Maci.
“All if forgiven,” he said, a frightening smile on his face, “if I can have the cunt, no questions asked.” I stammered I couldn’t let him take my daughter but he sneered, pointing upstairs. “I won’t take her, just gonna borrow and break her in. I can fuck her up, or I can fuck you up. Your choice.” he said. And I was a coward to be honest, instead of protecting my daughter, I whored her out.
I watched as he shoved me aside, pulling his belt free. I hesitated, waiting for a moment, then followed him up, several feet behind him. I pointed to her door as he opened it, going to her bedside and tearing off the covers. Maci screamed, some strange man over her as he grabbed her hair. He backhanded her, then gripped her gown and tore it from her. I watched from the corner of the door, my daughter’s slim body, exposed, her cheek red. I want to say I ran in there, changing my mind. I didn’t, instead, as soon as I saw her naked I unzipped my pants, pumping my cock.
Dave threw her down, sobbing hysterically, as he crawled on her bed, taking what should be a safe space and defiling it. He kissed her as she struggled, punching her gut, slapping her again and again. He slid his head down, kissing her belly, her nipples, before biting her ample breasts, leaving teeth marks on them. Her screams were so delicious as I pumped my cock faster, seeing his cock hang between his legs, massive against her short frame. Then he slid down more, holding her arms as she screamed for me to help, bucking, as he tasted her, lapping at her sex. Her folds glistened as he lapped at her, before biting her again, on her lips and thighs. Then he punched her, in the gut and cheek, leaving her limp, crying weakly as he turned her over, tired of her struggles.
His face lowered as his hands parted her cheeks, small whimpers and mewing sounds coming from my girl as he tasted her ass, licking at it. A finger was forced in, then two, the moans becoming grunts, then screams as thee were forced in. He spit on her ass several times, then held her hips tightly before shoving her head into the pillows. The scream that came out of Maci was terrifyingly beautiful. He rammed in, taking no care to be gentle, tearing into her ass. Her cheeks looked distended as he drove in, her hands clawing at the bed. He jack-hammered her guts, pulling her against him as hard as he could, again and again. No 18 year old could easily take a cock in her ass. I half thought she had died when she stopped screaming, going completely limp. The pain had just been too much, and she was passed out, making small sounds as her insides were rearranged. He sped up, punching her in the back as he came, spurting seed in her bowels. He pulled out, wiping the mess on his cock on her hair and face, her lips discolored as he used her mouth as well.
He lit a cigarette, taking a long smoke, me just stroking as I watched the scene, my daughter’s ass gaped open like a porn stars, her body soaked in sweat and sex. He just sat there, her sobbing, limp, barely moving, smoking. After a couple minutes, he stubbed the cigarette on her butt, eliciting a weak scream. Then he rolled her over, choking her as he rubbed her pussy, teasing her clit, not letting her breathe. She clawed at his arm, face turning colors, fingering her roughly. I watched as her arms grew weak, then limp, as she convulsed and came, passing out. I thought he might keep choking her but he stopped. Then, stroking his cock, he mounted her, spreading her legs wide. He battered his way in, raping Maci, treating her like a whore. She cried, too weak to fight, as he slapped and spit on her, impaling her on his cock.
He eventually came deep in her, pulling out. She was limp again, pale, sweaty, her holes gaped. I just stayed there as he dressed and told me I could gamble any time and laughed, leaving. I stared at my broken daughter, barely realizing I was on the bed, I pushed into her, far easily that should be possible. I barely lasted a minute before adding my cum to his. I then cleaned her up. She barely responded as I did so, the joy gone in her eyes. She was just a cunt now, and I didn’t need another woman anymore. Everything I needed was at home.
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