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Subject: Repost: Governor Clinton rapes his daughter (Mf, inc)
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Chelsea (Mf rape inc)
Bill had been happy the night he became governor. Not only had he been elected
by the widest amount in history, but his wife, always cold to him, had let him
go to bed with her.
Bill knew his hormones were out of control. He still had the hots for women
even now, with a wife and 15 year old daughter at home. When he went to bed
with his wife, he always went so fast, because of his excitement.
Because of where and how she was raised, his daughter Chelsea didn't have a
lot of friends, boyfriends especially. Bill had seen that his daughter
blossomed into a very pretty girl, but she still lacked the skills to
communicate with the boys.
His wife had been gone six weeks now, and she had just called to say she would
be gone another six weeks at least. Bill had been jerking off three and four
times a night, and he was frustrated. He had thought of calling in one of his
private secretaries, who he knew would give him what he wanted without
question, but he wanted something different, something special. He wanted his
daughter.
The thought was not as repugnant to him as it should have been. He felt that a
parent should be the one to teach sex education to their kids, and he thought
that, with his lessons, his daughter would be better prepared for the world at
large.
Chelsea enjoyed the quiet nights alone with her father. Her mother was so
domineering and so dominating, she suffocated Chelsea when she decided to pay
attention.
Bill now headed down towards Chelsea's room. He knew she always took a shower
before she went to bed, and he was hoping for a glimpse of his daughter's slim
15 year old fruits.
Chelsea sighed as she stood. Time for a quick shower, then another day would
be done.
Bill cracked open the door, and he was surprised at just how good his timing
was. Chelsea wore a long, chaste white gown, one that fell almost to the
floor. But as Bill opened the door, he could see the outline of her white bra,
as well as her white panties. He watched as she pulled off the gown.
Chelsea knew the panties were high and tight, but her mother had never bought
her better, and she had decided if they were good enough for her mother, they
were good enough for her.
Bill couldn't believe the sight. Chelsea didn't have much of a chest, but it
was well covered by the bra. What really surprised him where the white panties
he had seen earlier. They went high on Chelsea, almost to her belly button.
From what he could tell, she didn't have much of a mound, but with those
panties, who could tell?
Chelsea now unhooked the bra, and Bill saw, for the first time, that Chelsea
did have a good looking chest, one well developed and growing. Just staring at
Chelsea and her chest, Bill thought her chest bigger than that of his wife.
Chelsea watched her breasts bounce as she took the bra and laid it on the bed.
her pink nipples started to harden, and the teen smiled as she hooked her
fingers in her panties.
Bill gulped loudly, and felt afraid he might give himself away as he saw
Chelsea lower her panties. Her back was to him, and the sight of her ivory
white ass, with the slight pink crack, was an exciting.
But when Chelsea turned around, Bill almost gasped. Chelsea had a thick forest
of brown hair between her legs, a forest so thick he could see little of her
pink lips other than just the very top. The rest was brown, kinky hair that
appeared to go high on her mound almost to under it. There was a lot of hair
there, even more than his wife had.
Bill had felt his manhood raging in his pants, but he wanted to hold off as
long as possible before he broke in on Chelsea. He was determined to fuck the
teen, but it had to be done just right.
He watched as Chelsea disappeared into the bathroom. He heard the sound of the
shower. It took all of his willpower to not go into the shower and fuck
Chelsea right then and there, but he held off. He wanted her in bed. With the
staff dismissed for the night, he knew he could do what he wanted to his
daughter. He wanted Chelsea to go along with what he had planned, but if she
didn't, it would not matter. He was going to have his daughter, whether she
wanted to or not.
He presently heard the shower stop, and he knew the time was close. He went to
Chelsea's closet, closing the door almost all the way, leaving an inch to
watch through.
Chelsea came in the room, wearing nothing but a towel. She went to her drawer
and pulled out a tee shirt. She turned her back to Bill and dropped the towel.
Chelsea's ass seemed even pinker and rounder this time. He watched as Chelsea
put on the tee shirt, then got into bed.
Bill decided to give his daughter time to fall asleep. He wanted her just a
bit groggy when he finally made his move.
He heard Chelsea's breathing slowly become regular, and she lay unmoving. Bill
waited almost an hour before he opened the closet door.
Bill started to strip as he came to the bed of his daughter. He looked down at
her. She looked so angelic, so perfect. He smiled as he took off his shorts.
Chelsea was about to become a woman, and he loved just the thought of what he
was about to do.
Chelsea lay on her side. One minute she was dreaming about a prince coming to
her aid, the next she was choking and gagging as Bill forced his manhood in
her mouth.
"Daddy, I-mmmmf!"
Bill thrust back in, forcing Chelsea to again gag and swallow. Bill started a
regular rhythm as he went in and out of Chelsea's mouth. The feeling of her
cool mouth on him was incredible.
It all seemed like just a bad dream to Chelsea. This couldn't really be
happening. Her dad was a loving and considerate man. He couldn't really be
forcing himself down her throat, could he?
Bill's high pitched moan told Chelsea the truth. Bill knew he was close, and
he looked down at the teen, the red face as she continued to gag and choke,
and he came. His jizz shot down her throat, but as he pulled out, another wave
splashed on Chelsea's face.
Bill now thrust his manhood back in Chelsea's mouth. He watched as she began
to really cry in earnest. Instead of making him feel sorry, Chelsea's tears
just exhilarated him that much more.
Chelsea looked up at her father. She had a shocked, frantic look on her face.
She had never been this humiliated before, and she wanted to know why.
"You god damned bastard," she said quietly. "You raped me. I'm telling mom
when she gets back."
Bill looked down at his daughter.
"I haven't raped you yet," he said. "But I soon will. We'll see if all that
hair you have on your pussy hides something that I want."
Chelsea cried as Bill threw off the covers. Chelsea knew her tee shirt hid
little, but she tried to cross her arms, to keep her father from staring at
her.
Which it did, until she noticed him staring down between her legs. Suddenly,
she remembered she hadn't worn panties to bed, so she knew her father was
getting a free look at her mound. She turned red as she closed her legs.
"Spread your legs!" he commanded.
Chelsea knew she was letting herself in for a lot of pain, but she locked her
legs and shook her head.
Bill smiled. So his little daughter wanted to fight, to try and resist him. He
liked the idea.
He now came towards his daughter. His slaps were loud in her small bedroom,
and both he and his daughter could feel her resistance weakening.
He now spread her legs, then thrust forward, deep and quick.
"Nooooo!" she screamed. "Dadddyyyyy!"
Bill held still as he got used to Chelsea's pussy. He had broken her hymen
with his first thrust, and he could feel the blood flowing as he started to go
in and out.
Chelsea's screams and crying continued as she felt her father begin his brutal
assault. She tried to fight him off, but that just excited him more.
Bill worked quickly in and out. Chelsea's whole body was tight, and he thought
he could feel her heartbeat as he went in and out of his daughter.
Chelsea cried and tried to make her father feel guilty, but she knew he never
would. After all, the look on his face told her he enjoyed what he was doing.
Fucking her.
Chelsea continued to scream helplessly as her father continued to work in and
out of her bloody mound. Her virginity was gone, and the man who had taken it
was her own father.
Bill peaked again, seed deep in the mat of his own daughter. Just the thought
of what he had done, and would do for a while, made him continue to be
excited. He continued to work in and out of Chelsea's bloody mound.
Chelsea wanted her father off her, out of her room, out of her life. But as
she felt him pull out, he started to roll her over. Sghe was so innocent, so
pretty. She just didn't have a clue as to what was about to happen.
"Nooooo!" she shriweked at the top of her lungs. "Daddy! Plleasseee! It
hurrttss! Youu'rree too biiiggg!"
Bill started to thrust in and out of Chelsea's ass. As good as her virgin
mound had been, it was even better, even tighter back her, thought Bill as he
continued to thrust in and out.
Chelsea shrieked and screamed with every thrust, but she knew there was no one
to help her. She felt humiliated, disgusted and angered as her own father
continued to fuck her.
Bill knew that, though he had peaked already, he soon would be again.
Chelsea's ass was just so tight he had no choice.
Bill had only fucked a few asses, but knowing he was deep inside the no longer
virgin ass of his own daughter made this ride even better. He watched Chelsea
shake her head wildly, trying to handle all the pain as he thrust faster and
faster in and out of her ass.
Bill came now, forcing Chelsea's ass to milk him of his seed as he worked in
and out. He felt Chelsea collapse to the bed, and he followed her down. He lay
on her back.
"That was pretty good for a first time," said Bill matter of factly. "But
you'll get better. After all, you have a month."
Chelsea's crying and tears were evident even as her father lifted off her.
"From now on, you're going to be my little whore on the campaign trail," said
Bill. "I'll fuck you when I want, where I want. You tell anyone what I am
doing. I'll make sure you think what I just did will seem like nothing."
Chelsea screamed as her father again brutally thrust in her ass. The shrieks
continued for a month.
No one could understand how Bill could win another term as governor, when his
daughter looked so miserable.