Betty Jo said, “That’s it Daddy! Fuck me hard! Push my cunt lips all the way up inside me with your big cock! Don’t be nice to me! Rape me daddy! Mash my tender tits into the counter! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!”
Fuck her I did. It was hard, fast, and ruthless for all of about three minutes. While I was filling her pussy I even slapped her ass cheeks a few times. She shyly pulled her panties back up and lowered her mini skirt to eat breakfast.
Betty Jo said, “That was very nice Daddy! Thank you! It really felt like a rape!”
I replied, “Yes it was very nice! I’ll have to do things like that more often!”
Betty Jo said, “Yes Daddy! Rape me anytime that you want too! Even in the middle of the night when I’m asleep! I like it rough and unexpected! You can even let some of your friends rape me too if you want!”
Even though the idea of my friends raping my daughter excited the hell out of me I couldn’t help but be selfish and want to keep her all to myself. But out loud I said, “Maybe! We’ll see!” But in my heart I wanted to be the only man to rape her again. I just needed to keep it new and exciting. How many ways could I rape my fourteen-year-old daughter and still keep her happy?
I was definitely going to fine out!
The End
My Raped Daughter
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