Brutal Sex With Daddy
Anónimo
Editorial: Lot's Cave, Inc.
Sinopsis
DESCRIPTION Daddy never knew the disgusting desires he harbored for me, at least not until he drank too much. Those nights were the worst. I couldn’t stand the brutal and depraved things my father made my petite body crave. See, I couldn’t say no to him, at least, not if I wanted him to let Mommy stay in the house. I don’t really have a choice do I—Daddy’s going to use my fertile body hard and unprotected. EXCERPT Daddy never knew he was a sick disgusting pervert that liked young girls, until he outright raped me. Not one to show restraint, my father indulged nightly in his alcohol. There were times he and mother would bicker, but it never did seem to get that out of hand. Then, one night it finally happened. Daddy threw mother out into the cold locking the door behind him. By the time he found me in the bedroom, I was already shaking. “I guess you’re mad I threw mother out.” Blocking the doorway of the room, my father’s broad shoulders put an end to any chance of escape I might have had. Daddy was exceptionally muscular, his carved chest and rugged appearance not beyond notice. Now though, my father looked outright terrifying. Still, the thought of my mother shivering out in the cold night air was enough to confront him. “Mad? No, Daddy. I’m furious! How could you do this?” “Shut up! I don’t work six days and seven days a week to hear this bullshit. Not from you. Not from anyone! Now you will show me some fucking respect!” “Respect? Respect, Daddy? What kind of man throws his wife out? Huh, Daddy? Can you tell me that? You’re nothing but a fucking useless drunk!” Daddy paused, his voice then turning cold. “You will show me the proper appreciation, even if I have to put you in your place personally.” The lust I saw in Daddy’s eyes suddenly made me all too aware of my sheer nightgown. Having borrowed one from mother, the sexy piece of lingerie showcased every slender curve of my young body. I couldn’t blame my father for noticing my supple breasts, as they threatened to spill free at the slightest movement. Slowly backing up against the headboard of my bed, I trembled as daddy took a step toward me. “Daddy, don’t. Don’t you dare touch me. I’ll scream!” Grinning, my father tore the sheet off my bed before saying, “Go ahead and scream. Who will hear you? Mother’s already outside!”