He was creepily touching her torso still, breathing heavily.
“Because that’s how you tell them to mate with you. You show them your genetic superiority over other women, and persuade them to give you a child. I didn’t figure that we are all just animals until after I had married your mother. I figured out that I’d resigned myself to a small-breasted, average woman. I lost at the only contest that mattered.”
“But I had faith. I had so much faith in you kids. That they’d be great people, and all my sacrifices would be worth it. That living life the right way would be worth it, in the end. I have all the power in my career, but in my family I had to sit and wait, and nurse, and be patient, never be selfish, and hope. And then you and your brother proved to be sub-par in everything. No real talent. No real drive. Then the pictures of you getting double teamed by two athletes, two broke minority kids with no future except high school football. That’s when the fantasies started.”
“I realized that God had put you in my home, his perfect mate, a genetic miracle, and he was mocking me. He was letting these pathetic men put their sperm into your body to mock me. He knew all the money in the power in the world couldn’t convince you to not throw away this perfect body. You became something other than a daughter. You became an insult.”
He took her by the cheek.
“We have to keep building the chemical bond. Kiss me again ”
He lunged forward and kissed into her. Sarah couldn’t process what he was saying. She wasn’t mature or bright enough to understand the desperation of an older man driven to near madness by what his children had done. But she knew one thing : what he was doing was unholy in its depravity and wrong on every level. She couldn’t tell herself it was abusive. She could leave any time, after all…
He broke the kiss.
“I stared at those nude pictures of you. I touched myself. I dreamed of going back in time, having the confidence and knowledge I had before to find a woman like you. Because I believed in society, in natural law, I never acted on my fantasy. I wanted to protect you. I believed there was still good in you. That a good man would put his child in this tight tummy, it would swell up and you would mature, and God would stop mocking me.”
“But then, you lost all hope. You used your own brother for sex, the lowest of all whores. I failed you. You have no moral center, no sense of decency. You are an endorphin junkie, a failed person, and you take no responsibility for your actions. But you do have one thing still, that even your sad little mind can’t take away. I spent the last week going over the consequences of this. But I’m too angry, too defiant, to deny that these…”
He violently grabbed her breast. She gasped, partly from pain, partly from shock.
“Belong to me. I paid for everything in your life, I deserve these more than any other man.”
He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked her, bit her, licked her. She was near tears as she fought the pleasure he was giving her. There’s no way this could feel… good… She was being blackmailed. By her own, disgusting father…
He stopped and took her cheek again, forcing her to look in his eyes.
“Those breasts are made to nurse children. They are so perfect. I remember when I first glanced at those puffy nipples… you were getting dressed in your room. When I knew you’d grown into a model. Into perfection. Then I felt disgusting, but now…”
He undid the button on her jeans, “I feel free ”
His hand plunged into her panties and his finger found her clit. He began to rub her as he kissed her neck, softly. That was her turn on, what she told every guy to do to get her going. After just a few strokes, her lips were cold from her gasps.
“I don’t want to just fuck you. I want you to feel me. I want you to know why you pushed me over the edge when you turned my son into another soulless sexpot. I want your feelings for me to be so confused that you hate yourself for wanting my cum inside you.”
“Dad, stop, come on…” she whispered. She knew it was against his rules to speak, but she had to protest. She was starting to lose herself… not only in lust, but a part of herself. Dads weren’t supposed to make their daughters feel this way. She wasn’t supposed to have these emotions about him.
“When you said those rules, to prevent feelings? You’re preventing oxytocin from flooding your brain. It’s how lovers bond . It’s how people pair up and raise their babies. You only want the pleasure, but you know how to avoid the pain. I am going to become your mate. Chemically, you’ll yearn for me. As your feelings progress, I want you to know that I know exactly what I’m doing to you.”
She was nearing the bridge of an orgasm when he started to pull her jeans down. He took them off, leaving her in panties. She decided she had to try and reason with him. Even if he stormed out of the room and sent the video , she wouldn’t forgive herself for just allowing things to progress.
“Dad, let’s talk about this. Don’t do this, this is wrong.”
He put his hands on the side of her panties and yanked them down. She protested , hooking her hands into the sides, pulling them back. He looked up at her.
“Once these come off, you know what that means.”
She breathed and struggled with her conscience. He continued to pull and she pulled back. in this erotic struggle as she tried to think.
She thought about all the awful porn forums in the world that would watch her and her brother fucking. All her friends, so disgusted… no man would want her again. And she could get the morning after pill… did he even know those existed? Maybe if she let him inside her just once… he would stop. She could get away… get in her car and drive away… just had to give him what he wanted….
She stopped resisting. She willingly lifted her legs, still unsure about what she was doing as her father threw her panties on the floor.
“Dad, no, stop, come on, let’s talk about this… I’ll give you anything else you want…”
He was slouching over her. She felt his cockhead at her entrance.
“Dad, I’ll do anything, please, just stop and think, come on don-”
Her mouth fell agape as he pushed into her. She couldn’t speak. It felt too incredible. He stopped with half his cock in her, and started to push more slowly.
She started to tremble, and it wasn’t just her body struggling. She loved sex, it was her vice. The cock in her, whomever it belonged to, was making her feel things she didn’t want to feel. The pleasure waves were growing as he pushed against the sides of her pussy. was stretching her.
She arched her hips, and he went ball-deep inside her. He pulled out to the hilt, and for a moment she felt empty. He plunged back in.
The sex wasn’t furious, and it wasn’t slow. It was rhythm defined. He slapped his balls into her with just the right tempo, holding her tight hips as her ample, tan-lined breasts bounced with his thrusts.
She found herself having all the wrong emotions. As her eyes fluttered open and shut, she would see his bare chest. She felt drawn to it, wanting him to hold her. She looked to his cheekbones and saw an attractive man. with the waves of orgasms he gave her. She admired his careful hands, as they pinched her nipples and tugged her hair at all the right times.
“Don’t be attracted to him”, she thought to herself, “This can’t feel good.”
But she did. He was good and it felt so, so good. He was one of the best she’d ever had.
He leaned forward and put his hand behind her head. She could smell his sweat and feel it against her skin. She put her hand behind his neck as he quickened his pace. They were rutting now, like old lovers. her. She felt so…. safe. And full, so full…
“Look me in the eye.”
He kept thrusting. She kept her eyes closed. She didn’t want to do this…
“Look me in the eye, Sarah.”
She met his eyes. He came. She only knew because he breathed hard, grunting, staring into her as deeply as he could. He fell into her body, spent. He laid there for a moment, recovering. She held him, thanking him for what he’d done. It felt so good to have him next to her… her feelings were betraying her….
He moved to hover over her, and looked down at her. Stroking her hair, he pushed her face to look at him.
“Stare into my eyes.”
It was painful, so hard to do. He was her blackmailer, her abuser, whatever you wanted to call the awful situation. But to look at him was to feel him. She did anyway.
“You’re a better lover than your mother. You’re the best lover I’ve ever had. I love you more than any woman in the world.”
It was too much. She turned away. He pushed her back, and she forced her eyes open. She could feel his manipulation penetrating into her as his cock softened inside her.