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tariq.1.rahim@spamgourmet.com (tariq rahim) wrote:
> x-no-archive: yes
>
> certainly did not write it:
>
> Daddy Don't by Justmaster
>
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>
> Daddy Don't
>
> It was so hot out. Beyond hot, really. The air crackled with electric
> charge, with the promise of the rumble of thunder and the white heat of
> lightning. It was the calm before the storm, a heat that was heavy and
> thick, inescapable, seeping into everything. Heat makes you a little
> crazy,
> they say. He didn't have that excuse, though. He'd wanted to fuck his
> little
> girl for three years now.
>
> It had been a real shit of a day. Murphy's law in effect; everything that
> could possibly go wrong, did. He'd been at work since eight o'clock this
> morning, and worked non-stop for a grueling fourteen-hour day. He was
> bone
> tired, so tired he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. He was hot and
> sweaty.
> He was cranky. His brain was barely working.
>
> He yanked off his tie and left it somewhere in the living room. His
> little
> girl would pick it up tomorrow. Such a good girl, she was. Took her
> mother's
> place ever since the bitch left two years ago. She did a helluva better
> job
> as far as cleaning, cooking, and general companionship, but there were
> some
> things he missed about his ex. Or maybe there was only one thing. She had
> had such a sweet tight tan cunt. God. Two fucking years. Jesus Christ.
> There
> was only so much of his own hand that he could take.
>
> Thinking about that hairy wet pussy made his cock stand up, hard and
> angry
> in his pants. He tried to ignore it, knew that the inevitable would come
> when he went in his room, but savoring the torture of his own harsh lust
> for
> the moment.
>
> He pulled off his soaked white dress shirt and threw it onto the floor of
> the laundry room, then guilty bent to pick it back up. He could at least
> put
> it in the washer. He may have had a shitty day and been pissed as fuck at
> everything in general, but he loved his little girl more then life
> itself..
> He wouldn't make her wake up to a house that looked like a bomb hit it.
>
> He pushed open the lid of the washer carelessly, and tossed the shirt on
> top. Just as he was about to close it, a scrap of pale yellow caught his
> eye. He immediately reached in and pulled it out. Yellow was darks. She
> knew
> that. He poured the bleach straight from the bottle into the machine, and
> started it. He laid the scrap of material on top of the lid, and was just
> about to walk away, when he realized what he had been holding.
>
> She'd been doing the laundry for the past two years. Yes, she did know
> that
> yellow was darks, and shouldn't be put in with the white wash. Unless she
> wanted them cleaned immediately.
>
> The panties lay in a crumpled little ball on the white metal top of the
> washing machine. He could just make out the inside rim of the crotch. It
> had
> touched her. That delicate little cloth edge had rubbed against her sweet
> tan thighs, her little bush.
>
> His cock was jutting obscenely out from his body, a perverted tent in his
> black trousers. It was pulsing harder then it had in a long, long time.
> He
> swallowed, his mouth dry as cotton, and hot. He'd wanted her for three
> years
> now, watched her grow up. The temptation was strong, so strong. She was
> so
> careless, so innocent, in little cotton nighties and wet bikinis and
> short
> shorts. How many times had he seen glimpses of her sweet panty-covered
> mound
> as she'd bent over or crossed her legs? How many times had he made up
> some
> feeble excuse, his eyes transfixed, and then stole away to his bedroom to
> imagine his sticky fingers were from her, from her juices?
>
> He raised his shaking hand to his face, the tip of his nose touching the
> fleshy pad of his palm, and sniffed. Ohhh sweet Jesus. He could smell
> her!
> His little girl... her sweet musky warm odor. Ohhh. It made him feel
> dizzy,
> heart pounding, cock leaking into his boxers. Greedily, he snatched the
> cloth up from the washer and brought it to his face, breathing in big
> deep
> gulps of hot pussy smell. The material was still a little bit damp,
> getting
> stiff. He was pressing it against his nose and cheeks and lips and chin,
> feeling its stickiness on his flesh. His baby. His little girl. She
> played
> with herself! She played with her pussy! He couldn't believe it. His head
> was throbbing. The scent of her cunny juice was driving him absolutely
> crazy. With a trembling tongue he touched the tip to the material, and
> mixed
> in with the dry cotton taste was her. A little bit salty. Creamy. Ahh
> Christ
> he was licking her cum off her soiled panties! With the last shred of his
> self-control he tore himself away, threw the material onto the floor, and
> backed out, rushing to the study where his supply of whiskey was.
>
> Oh Jesus oh Jesus oh Jesus. What was he doing?! He had to get a hold of
> himself! He threw open the door to the mini-bar and pulled out the
> biggest
> glass, tossed in two ice cubes and grabbed his reserve bottle of J&B. He
> popped the top and filled the glass to the brim. His hands were still
> shaking, some of the thin liquid splashing onto his fingers as he brought
> the container to his lips. Whiskey takes a few minutes for the ice to
> take
> effect, and he usually hated his liquor lukewarm, but this wasn't a
> pleasure
> drink. Actually, it was meant to dull that particular emotion. Either
> way,
> it was still like battery acid, harsh and burning. It seared his throat
> as
> he gulped and gulped. Only when he'd drunk the whole thing did he set it
> down, smacking his lips. Hurriedly he poured a second glass to the top,
> and
> drank half of it at once. Then he set it down, leaning against the edge
> of
> the bar, body swaying slightly. He could feel the alcohol rushing through
> his veins. He hadn't eaten since lunch, and 80 proof was hitting his
> empty
> stomach like a rocket. Immediately he felt slightly dizzy. At least his
> erection had flagged a tiny bit.
>
> He studied the glass in his hand, eyes blurring, and stared at the cool
> amber as it slid over frosted cubes. He closed his eyes. That color...
> that
> hot cool mellow intense goldredbrown... that was the color of her eyes.
> Delicate eyes, exotic almond-shaped eyes, with long silky black lashes.
> He
> squeezed his pale blue ones shut and tried not to think about those eyes
> looking up at him. He couldn't help it, though, and the fantasy washed
> over
> him like a wave crashing. Beautiful eyes... frightened, so sad. Staring
> up
> at him, so confused, so hurt. "Daddy, you're hurting me! Daddy, please
> don't!" He heard her voice in his head. So many times she'd said that,
> voice
> like bells distorted with laughter, while he tickled her, or pretended he
> was going to toss her in the pool. He knew that he'd done it to touch
> her,
> done it to hear those words. He fantasized about hearing them in earnest,
> seeing those eyes well up with crystal tears, hearing that sad, sad
> fear...
>
> NO. NO! He wasn't thinking about this. He wasn't! Ohh God. His cock was
> so
> hard, so fucking hard. He felt like he could drive nails into brick with
> his
> dick. It was twitching in his pants, spasming like crazy. Slowly, he
> opened
> his eyes. He was gripping the glass so tight that his knuckles were
> white..
> He tossed down the last half of a glass, and then carefully poured
> himself a
> third. He just needed to take care of business. That was all. He'd kept
> control of himself for the past two years, alone with her so many times.
> He
> wasn't going to just rape his little girl tonight. He WASN'T. He'd go up
> to
> his room and think about her, that's all. That's all. It would be enough.
>
> Stumbling, he turned off all the lights in the house before starting up
> the
> stairs to the bedroom hallway. This light was on. She always left it on
> for
> him. So sweet, so very sweet. She was such a good girl. So good. He felt
> such love for her, and it was good, it kept his throbbing wolf cock at
> bay
> from his sweet little lamb. That's when he realized her bedroom door was
> closed. Closed? She was a young woman after all, and he knew she needed
> her
> privacy. So sometimes, yeah, she had it closed during the day. Just to
> listen to her god-awful music and talk on the phone with her friends.
> But at
> night? Never at night. He always came in and kissed her goodnight.
>
> The rush of annoyance filled him, washed away that tender feeling. He
> decided to have a talk with her tomorrow, but for now he'd just open it.
> He
> tried to turn the handle, but somehow it wouldn't twist. He pushed on it
> again, and then again. Hot fury filled his aching head. He was
> determined to
> have the goddamn door open. He could wake her up, but he didn't want to.
> That would have been easy. He wanted to invade her space, wanted to show
> control. So he stumbled into his room and got the master key from his
> drawer. In his inebriated state, it took a couple tries, especially
> since he
> still had the glass of whiskey in his right hand. But then he heard the
> click, and stupidly he thought that it was the sweetest sound he'd ever
> heard. Jackpot.
>
> He twisted the door handle, and it swung open silently. The room was
> dark,
> and it took a minute for his eyes to adjust. The light in the hall was a
> sliver of gold, and he used it as the path, eyes following it. It
> stopped on
> the bed. On her bed. And he saw a different kind of gold. Flesh.
>
> Unconsciously, he took a step forward, following that lighted path. His
> eyes
> moved over her skin. It was cooler in here, from the fan, but still very
> hot. He guessed that's why she locked the door; so that she could sleep
> in
> the nude. So sweet and modest. His poor little daughter. If she'd known
> that
> her Daddy was lusting after her cunt, she would have known that
> something as
> insubstantial as a locked door would never keep him away. She never had
> known, though. She'd never even suspected. Ahh, innocent youth.
>
> The sheets were in a rumpled ball at the foot of the bed. She was on her
> side, facing him, and naked. He drank in the sight of his little
> daughter's
> fresh young body. He could see the round of her tits, and the little
> purple
> tips. He could see her sweet thighs, and the triangle of dark fleece
> between
> them. His cock was so wet in his pants, sticky pre-cum dripping in milky
> streams down his thighs. He was so horny, so hot for his little girl
> that it
> almost hurt. He took a slug of whiskey, and squeezed his erection through
> his trousers hard. He groaned. He took another sip, staring at her,
> feasting
> his eyes on her fragile, vulnerable nakedness.
>
> He knew that he couldn't turn away. It was too perfect. She was too
> perfect.
> He'd finally gotten to see her sweet, sweet nude body. He couldn't
> resist..
> He thought about so many days where she'd sat on his lap innocently, that
> soft butt rubbing into his throbbing cock. So many days where she'd wear
> those tiny bikinis, the material thin and wet and plastered to her body.
> Sometimes he'd even imagined that he could see soft pubic hair peeking
> out
> of shorts or bikini bottoms. It had been too long since he'd gotten laid.
> Too long that he'd fantasized about this, about her. He was too drunk,
> and
> too angry, and too frustrated. Too fucking horny. He knew he was going to
> rape her. His baby.
>
> He couldn't say that it was temporary insanity, because he'd never felt
> saner in his life. His temples were throbbing, and his mind was clear and
> empty. The whole world was reduced to his sticky prick. It was like a
> relief, realizing the crime he was about to commit. It was so nasty and
> dirty, raping his own daughter, but it felt good because he was finally
> going to do it, finally, after wanting it so bad for so long. He squeezed
> his cock again, and then slowly closed the door behind him. He locked it,
> just like she had. She'd wanted to keep him out tonight, wanted to keep
> her
> Daddy away while she slept with her pretty body all revealed, but he made
> sure it didn't work. The door was locked, but the wolf was in.
>
> He stood there a minute until he could see more clearly in the moonlight,
> until he could make out her sweet form again. Then he set his glass on
> her
> dresser, the ice cubes clinking. She stirred a little from the sound,
> rolling onto her stomach. He walked over to the foot of the bed and
> looked
> down at her. Perfect. His sweet little slut had gotten into just the
> right
> position for her Daddy to fuck her. Her fall of silky ink black hair was
> swept off her skin just a bit, revealing the frail, delicate curve of her
> neck. His eyes traced her slender limbs down to her gently tapering
> waist,
> and reached the globes of her soft round asscheeks. They were slightly
> parted, so gold and sweet. Below that were her smooth, spread open
> thighs..
> He could just make out her full bush between them. His legs trembled. He
> unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his trousers. The zipper came down
> next,
> loud in the soft silence of the room. He pulled out his leaking,
> rock-hard
> penis and rubbed the tip a little with his fingers, making his whole body
> shiver. Then he smiled, and took his hand away. No, not tonight. Tonight
> he
> wouldn't be coming in his hand. He left his cock obscenely poking out
> from
> in between his pants, though. He liked it like that, hanging in front of
> him, leering at his little girl.
>
> Gently, he lowered his weight onto the bed. She stirred just a bit, and
> he
> paused. He wanted to take her by surprise. When she was still again, he
> straddled her, his hard thighs on either side of her soft ones. His belt
> brushed her ass and she woke up with a start. She was groggy, but very
> quickly realized danger. She started to shout out immediately, but he was
> ready, and shoved her face hard into her pillow, hitting the back of her
> head with a harsh slap, as well. She was stunned, but still fought, body
> wriggling, arms flailing. He liked it. He felt her warm naked body
> wiggling
> underneath him, and he loved it. He wondered dimly whether she felt gobs
> of
> pre-cum drip on to the crack of her ass. But if she kept fighting, he'd
> never get to shoot his baby-making seed deep inside her little snatch.
> So he
> slid his right hand underneath that pretty slender throat, and squeezed
> hard, fingers curling in, digging into her windpipe. Her cries shut off
> abruptly, but the flailing didn't. He held his hand there and slapped
> hard
> at her arms. She got the picture, and her moving slowly stopped. In
> response
> he took his hand from her throat, simply pushing her head back into the
> pillow. He thrilled at her so scared and trembling and beaten in his
> arms.
>
> He shifted his weight backwards, so that he had access to her cunt. She
> tried to close her thighs but he whacked the backs of them so hard that
> she
> stopped, frightened and bruised. He reached his hand between her thighs
> and
> slid his fingers into that hot, full, hairy bush. Ohhh. He liked it when
> they didn't trim. His little girl. She was just asking to be raped.
>
> She was making noises, moaning into the pillow, crying. He liked them. He
> liked them so much. He knew they were for him, that this pain was for
> him..
> So he drove two fingers deep into her twat. She screamed, and her body
> was
> shaking. Her cunt was so hot and dry and sticky. He felt the ring of it
> so
> tight around his fingers, and realized she was a virgin. His heart
> swelled.
> His sweet little girl. She was waiting for her Daddy to rip open her
> little
> pussy. Ohh yes and he would.
>
> He started to fuck into her, slowly, savoring it. She was HIS. HIS little
> girl. HIS slut. He would make her his property. He would own her and
> possess
> her. He knew that for the rest of her life every creak in the house would
> make her think of this night. It made his dick throb.
>
> He wanted her to want it. He wanted to know what it felt like when her
> snatch was hot and bothered. So he brought his thumb up to her little
> hidden
> clitty, and started to rub. Her hips jerked, shocked. Those tan thighs
> instinctively tried to clamp shut again, but his big hand was cupping her
> mound, firmly invading her little snatch. He slapped her ass so hard
> that he
> left a perfect hand-shaped white spot on her golden cheek. And then he
> slapped it again. Three times. Four. He liked the sound his hand made as
> it
> beat her flesh. He'd never done that before to his little girl. He'd
> never
> been able to make himself punish her. She wasn't just his little girl
> now,
> though. She was his little whore, and he relished the dull wave of pain
> that
> he knew coursed through her body.
>
> He knew that she was scared, so scared. She tried to keep still, but
> couldn't. Her body trembled, the muscles in those sweet arms and back
> hard
> and tense. He didn't hit her again, warning her to stop even this small
> movement. He enjoyed feeling that slight warm vibration beneath him. He
> enjoyed her humiliation, as they both felt her start to get damp. Her
> small
> body betrayed her, as he knew it would. Such an innocent, inexperienced
> little pussy was no match for its Daddy. He knew just how to make her
> body
> do exactly what he wanted it to. Her shoulders were shaking, and there
> was
> an animal sound coming from deep within her throat. Pure anguish, so
> deep it
> could not be put into words. Clitty poked out from under its little hood,
> shivered gently underneath his rough thumb. Her fuck tunnel was getting
> wet
> now, making it easy for his fingers to slide into her, in and out, in and
> out. Her breathing was labored, harsh pants into her saliva-damp pillow.
> He
> felt her body tense; her thighs were locking around his hand. She was
> close,
> so close... She was crying softly. He knew he was working her body,
> making
> it truly his, making it want her Daddy's thick cock. So close... He drew
> his
> fingers up, digging into her g-spot, making her shake for him. And
> then...
>
> He slammed his cock into her all the way to the balls. She screamed out
> so
> loud that it always seemed like he didn't have her head shoved into her
> pillow. Oh yes it felt so good he felt her warm virgin blood on the tip
> of
> his dick and he started slamming in hard again and again. He loved to
> rape
> his little girl, his little whore, she was his bitch now, HIS. Yes he was
> going to do it every night, every night he was going to bury his big,
> thick
> cock in her sweet tight tiny little pussy, fill her up with his hot fuck,
> his jizz, his sticky baby-making seed. He was pounding into her, really
> slamming her, reaming her out, driving into those soft bruised walls
> again
> and again. He was using her, his sweet, innocent daughter, using his
> little
> girl like a common whore, making her his cum dumpster. He let go of the
> back
> of her head so that he could grip her hips and help shove her down on his
> cock as he plunged up into her, and immediately she raised her head and
> started shouting, "Daddy! Daddy! Help!" So trusting still. She was
> getting
> raped, she was hurting so bad, but she still had faith that her Daddy
> would
> barge in and save the day, save his baby.
>
> He let her go on for a minute, and then he leaned down so his head was
> against hers, and he licked her warm, soft neck lovingly, and said, "Yes,
> baby?"
>
> She froze, and he could almost see the wheels turning, the absolute
> horror
> filling her every pore. Her entire body tensed, muscles clenching. He
> felt
> it building so quick, so close, so close, and groaned, forehead beading
> with
> sweat, trying to hold off just a little longer. He kept fucking, kept
> punching into her, kept pushing his cock into his daughter's torn pussy.
> A
> low moan escaped her quivering lips, and her butt and cunt muscles
> tightened
> in one sharp spasm. It was like a fist, gripping him, and he knew it was
> all
> over then. He went completely still, body as unyielding and tense as
> hers,
> and he grabbed her hips and held her still and that's when he let loose
> and
> his cock started spraying hot jizz into her tight wounded little snatch
> again and again and again, shoot after shoot, his wad filling her.
>
> Finally, his hips stopped rocking, and he lay replete, his softening
> dick in
> her cum-filled cunny.
>
> She was deathly still, frozen in place, crystal tears running down her
> soft,
> sweet face, and he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and whispered, "I
> love
> you, baby. Won't this be nice to do every night?"

NICE STORY!!!  I think ever father has at least thought about this (and I
have known some who have done it!).
    

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