Thread: Violated! (Jack Stalker and Synful01)

Keira's ass was searing his hand with its heat...or was it the other way around? Chris could not tell any more, as his hand beat down on her ass cheeks, alternating left to right as his hand slid up between her shoulder blades and fisted about her hair. He bound the strands in between his fingers as he slapped her buttocks with a feverish enthusiasm, then he took a casual pause to smooth the palm of his hand across her stinging and quivering flesh. He dragged his nails lightly over the soft welts which were forming as he gave her a chance to savour the sensation of her ass burning beneath the attentions of her father, a man she had cruelly teased and tormented with her flesh for the last time. You expect me to believe a girl like you doesn't touch herself? Doesn't finger her tight cunt like a whore in heat while dreaming about cock? You must have seen the way men look at you Keira, you know what they're thinking about, you're not ignorant. You know what you do to a man when you dress the way you do... lying about it isn't going to help you now. he growled. He continued to slap her taut firm ass through her impromptu confession. Each slap resounded through the room, shattering the innocent silence with the sinful sound of her flesh being abused by her own father. His cock was steel hard and throbbing as he felt her skin burn beneath his assault and let his hand wander, his fingers sliding down into the crease between her thighs, her slit exposed to his rough treatment now that her panties were a memory. He stopped his attack on her bare naked flesh, slipping off the belt he was wearing and unzipping his pants. As he finished he took hold of her arms, running his powerful hands down to her wrists and pinning them into the small of her back, where most of her dress had bunched up after his spanking session. I'm glad to hear that. he told her as she spilled out her goaded confession. You are a slut Keira, a dirty filthy little whore who has too long had things her own way. Now you get to learn what happens to little girls who tease and torture their own father, they get to learn what happens and they get to feel what happens. he growled, binding her wrists with the leather belt he had stripped from his waist. As he did so his erection sprang free, slapping down on her reddened ass, the heat of the shaft searing against the cooling palm prints his hands hand branded on her flesh. Pre cum smeared across her ass, blending with the faint red trails left from his punishment. His cock head teasing her skin as it shifted randomly with his movements as he clambered fully onto the bed, straddling her as he strapped up her wrists and returned a hand to fist his fingers in her hair, lifting up her head by the strands as he twisted her face around to look at him. You want me to fuck you? You want to be violated by your own father? Here in your own home? You really are a dirty little slut, a whore with no shame and no morals. You want to be fucked by your own flesh and blood, to be fucked and fucked by your own father, to be sucked into a well of incest and taboos? You sound just like the daughter I always wanted. he hissed, a smirk crossing his features. He pushed the helm of his rod up against her tightest and filthiest entrance, watching it sink a fraction into the tight impossible looking seal of her rectal sheath. He could feel the heat of her innocent anus as his cock began to squeeze it open, little by little. Then he stopped. No, not here. he hissed impatiently. His hands moved to grasp at her, manhandling her as he eased off the bed. He let his fingers roam about her, squeezing at her nipples, stroking at her soaking slit, abusing and violating the sanctity of her body until he had a good grasp on her, then he lifted her up and slung her over his shoulder as though she weighed nothing. Mad lust burned in his eyes and no power on gods earth could have stopped him from fucking his young daughter now. A few short seconds later and he had carried her through the door, into the master bedroom, tossing her onto the bed on her back, watching her bounce a few times as she settled. Her dress had been dragged askew, her body naked from the waist down and one of her tiny tits and nipples exposed due to the disarray of her garment. He dropped his pants and stripped off his shirt, his erection jutting outwards like a steel hard spear of flesh, dripping with pre cum as he feasted his eyes on her, her sore ass against the sheets as he grabbed at her ankles, spreading them and dragging her down the bed towards him. Keep your legs open, spread them as wide as you can. he told her. Then look at me, I want you looking into my eyes when I fuck myself into you, you little whore. Now, tell me, tell me how bad you want me to fuck you on our bed, so that next time I'm in here with your mother I won't be thinking of her. Ill be reliving the moment I christened you and made you my own personal little fuck toy, daddy's little cunt, to be fucked whenever daddy wants. he gasped, running his hands up and down her legs, stroking her inner thighs as he moved between them. Lift your ankles, up to my shoulders. he added reaching down to tear open her dress fully, his fingers and thumbs beginning to roll and torture her nipples as he spoke, squeezing and crushing them just to see if she would squeal.