Robert Vickers: His daughter_s keeper

For an instant, she passed out. She'd always thought it was absurd that a woman might pass out when a man fucked her. She'd read that so many times in the books that it was almost a cliche. Now she knew the truth. It could happen when the emotion was too intense.

She struggled back to realize that her daddy's balls were wetly slapping against her upturned ass. He was buried balls deep into her cunt. And she was no longer a virgin. He had breached her cherry and was ready to begin really fucking her. Or was that something Mr. Strong wanted, to reserve for himself?

Glaring in the direction of the foreboding man, she saw his eyes glowing in delight. He was getting off on this entire humiliating scene in a big way. After all, he was the one in control. He was the one telling her father what to do and holding the threat of a huge amount of money as bait. She couldn't really deny her father his wishes, that was selfish. She simply wished that her tender, virgin body hadn't been part of the bargain he'd struck.

"GO on," demanded Mr. Strong. "You've picked her cherry, now sample the delights of her virgin cunt. Fuck her, fuck your own daughter. I want to see her writhing in pleasure at the end of your prick. Make her come. Make her dance to your tune of fucking!"

He had his own prick out and firmly in his hand. The entire time he was giving the command, he was stroking up and down the long length. Carole swallowed hard when she saw his impossibly long prick. While she wasn't experienced in sex, she knew that his prick was a lot thicker than her daddy's, still resting inside her pussy. And it was a lot longer. Enough longer that if Mr. Strong decided to fuck her, he might rip her apart with it.

"Ummm, God, it is nice feeling her tight pussy nil around my pecker," her father admitted. "Haven't felt cunt like this in years. Hell, not since I was her age!"

"Then fuck your daughter!"

He did. He pulled back and Carole thought he was going to lose her mind. The pain was receding in her body. The suddenness of it had taken her by surprise, but now there was little more than a dull ache from where her pussy had been violated. But when her daddy began drawing out his long fuck stick, he formed a vacuum behind. The big arrowhead tipping his cock formed a perfect seal with her ultra-tight, virginal cunt walls. And at sometime her pussy had begun to drool out its thin love juices.

A flood of red blood had passed and spotted the bedspread, but the part of this that amazed and humiliated Carole was her own response. She couldn't stop her cunt from leaking out its lubricants. She wanted him to fuck her – she wanted her own father to fuck the hell out of her!

It was depraved, forbidden. And she wanted it. Tossing her head from side to side formed a red halo of hair around her face. She moaned out, "Go on and do it, damn you! Fuck me good! Drive that Goddamn cock of yours all the way up my cunt! Damn you, damn youuuuuuuuuu!"

"She likes it," observed Mr. Strong, his hand moving faster along his own prick. "Give it all to her."

Her father began fucking her with long, steady strokes that pushed her passions to the breaking point. Never had she felt a man's prick inside her like this, moving powerfully, dominating her, giving her divine pleasure.

She knew it was an awful thing to feel arousal at her own father raping her, but she did. She screwed her eyes tightly shut and concentrated on the pleasures leaping and dancing in her cunt. The walls were rippling with desire. They clung tenaciously to his incoming prick, not wanting to let it leave. But the slippery juices of her pussy were oozing out now and greased his cock to the point that even the virgin tightness of her cunt wouldn't hold it inside.

The friction of the fucking built up a warmth that spread rapidly throughout her belly. Gone was all trace of her ache. She knew that her cunt would be sore in the morning, but now all she felt was joy. The way he fucked her made her aware for the first time in her short life of what it was to be a woman. To hell with the fact that her father was the one fucking her. The incestuous fucking was being forced on them both.

Struggling against her bonds availed her nothing. The ropes cut even deeper into her wrists and ankles, but she found she could lift her ass off the bed and actually cram it down around the surging prick in her well-oiled cunt. She did this. Her senses reeled in response. The tenseness mounted inside until she could hardly stand the feelings.

He continued fucking her harder, heavier, deeper, faster. The friction generated by his prick as it dragged lasciviously along her velvety cunt walls threatened to consume her. The girl moaned loudly and begged, "Fuck me faster! Give me all your cock, you bastard! Oh, Daddy, fuck me gooooooood!"

The words lit additional fires inside her. Never had she thought of words as being turnons. But they were and she found this out. The cock fucking her pussy so strongly turned her on, sure, but the words that had been forbidden to her now leaking from her lips spurred her emotions on. She felt the tenseness approach the breaking point in her belly when a hot, liquid gush filled her virigin pussy. Her daddy had come, his jism whitewashing her bloody twat.

He panted and his prick danced around inside her. The girl's tensed cunt walls received each and every hard lash from that long cock, then it began to quiet down. When his prick limply slipped from her pussy amid a flow of blood, cunt oils and come, she felt oddly cheated.

The sexual needs remained inside her belly. She had wanted more, even from the incestuous fucking, and she hadn't gotten it. She felt betrayed and humiliated even more.

"Very good, Stan," said Mr. Strong. The man's own hand was covered with his pearly come. He'd gotten off in a big way. Carole couldn't see it but she guessed there was puddle of his jizz on the floor where he'd come. "I'll send for Clive immediately." At the door, he turned and said, "And the contract is all yours. Here's hoping business will be good."

The smile froze Carole's insides into a seething mass of unfulfilled desire. She couldn't decide if she loved or hated that gaunt, distant man, for what he was promising her.

"It won't hurt so much if you'd stop struggling," said the man dressed in the black silk suit. He appeared to be cut from the same cloth as his master. Clive was efficient, aloof and totally callous when it came to inflicting pain.

Carole strained hard at the bonds holding her hands firmly behind her back. The thin cable cut harshly into her flesh and made her think she was going to lose her fingers from lack of circulation. Worst of all was the hopelessness of her position. No amount of struggling would free her from the cord or the fact that her father had willingly sold her to these people.

"Go to hell," was all she said to Clive.

The man sighed and said, "It's not going to be that bad. Unless you make it hard on yourself. Most of Mr. Strong's girls have a nice time and not a few end tip getting paid handsomely for their time. I haven't the slightest idea why you're fighting it like this."

"I've been sold!" she snapped. "By my father! He and that slimy Mr. Strong of yours did it!"

Clive shrugged. "Mr. Strong has odd tastes but usually isn't unnecessarily cruel. Ah, here's the chauffeur with the Rolls." A long, metallic grey Rolls Royce Corniche pulled to the curb. The man opened the rear door and shoved her in. She tumbled to the floor and stayed there on her knees, unable to get herself lifted onto the seat from the awkward position.

"Allow me, Miss," he said. Strong hands lifted her easily and she felt a thrill pass through her body. Carole didn't care to examine the emotions raging inside her. She might have been interested in this man under different circumstances. Clive wasn't unhandsome although he was hardly the type that ended up as a movie star. The easy grace as he moved attracted Carole in much the same way a bird is attracted by a snake. She was almost hypnotized by him.