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I hadn't seen my daughter Holly is quite a while. Since the divorce, she was living out-of-state with my ex. So when she walked in the room and I saw her, my jaw dropped. My "little girl" had developed into a beautiful woman. We had arragned to have dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in the city to celebrate her 18th birthday, and she dressed the part... skin tight red dress, heels, her hear pulled back. My mind started to go places I knew it shouldn't, particularly when I caught a hint of her delicate perfume. She got in the car and we drove, catching up on the events of her life since I last saw her two years earlier.

We arrived at the restaurant and were seated. Our conversation continued, but it was difficult for me to concentrate. She told me about applying for college and her part-time job, her friends, etc. Absent from the conversation was anything about boys and I realized she was not actively dating yet (a product of living with my ex, who was old fashioned, strict... basically a bitch).

Time flew by during dinner and, before I knew it, we were the last two patrons in the restaurant. It was late and I could tell the waiter, a young hispanic boy, and the Maitre De, an older black man (and the only two employees left in the restaurant), were not pleased. I motioned for the check, but soon realized I had left my wallet at home. Embarrassed, I explained the situation to the Maitre De. He agreed to allow me to go retrieve my wallet, but insisted my daughter stay, to ensure I returned. I assured Holly I would be back as quickly as possible, and left. I never could have imagined what would take place in the hour it took to go home and return.

When I pulled in the parking lot of the restaurant, it was completely dark, except for one light I could see coming from inside, toward the rear of the restaurant. After tapping on the glass for a few minutes, the Maitre De finally appeared and led me toward the room from where the light was coming.

I was in shock when I entered the private party room of the restaurant to see my daughter stripped out of her dress, her red thong panties pulled down to her knees, still in her heels, lying face down over a table, her hands and legs bound to the table legs with tablecloths. The waiter stood behind her, his hard cock in his hand, and he was rubbing it against her ass and pussy.

The Maitre De pushed me toward a chair and quietly instructed me not to fight what was going to happen, or they would hurt Holly far worse than I could imagine. Truthfully, no threats were necessary, as I found myself aroused at the site of her helpless body tied down, imagining what these two men had in store for her.

My cock twitched in my pants as I watched the waiter spit in his hand, then rub it on his cock, before thrusting himself inside her. She screamed from the pain and I quickly realized he had just taken her cherry. As he repeatedly thrust his cock in and out of her, her cries grew louder and louder. The Maitre De removed his pants and quieted her by forcing his shaft in her gaping mouth.

After only a few minutes, I could see the waiter's ass clenching and I knew he was about to deposit a thick load of cum in my daughter's tight young cunt. As he pulled out, I could see some of his cream, tinted with her blood, running out her swollen lips.

The Maitre De pulled out of her mouth and walked over to a cabinet against the far wall. He returned carrying two large cloth napkins, which he used to blindfold Holly. He then motioned for me to get up. As I approached, he whispered to me that it was obvious from the bulge in my pants that I wanted to get in on the action, and the blidfold would guarantee she never knew it was me. I acted disgusted, but my cock gave away my true feelings, and he repeated his earlier threats if I did not cooperate.

I removed my pants and stood behind my daughter's vulnerable body. No longer did she smell of sweet perfume, but rather of sweat, cum and blood. Rubbing some of the cum from her cunt on my cock, I slowly placed the head against her pussy lips and pushed. She was tighter than anything else I had ever fucked and, coupled with the knowledge that this was my little girl, and we were raping her, sent me over the edge. I pounded her from behind like a crazed man. I pulled her hair and slapped her ass. I even worked a finger into her virgin asshole as I fucked her. Within minutes I had left my own load of jism inside her. As I pulled out and stepped back, the Maitre De took his turn with her, leaving a third and final deposit of cream in her snatch. He then motioned for me to go, which I did.

I waited outside a few minutes while they untied her and cleaned her up. I couldn't imagine what they told her to ensure she not share her ordeal with anyone, but when I again tapped onthe glass, the three of them greeted me at the door as if nothing had ever happend. I paid the check, and included an unusually large tip, before walking Holly to the car for our drive home. She never said anything that night, or any time after that about what had happened.

Six months later I was awakened at 3am by someone pounding on the door to my apartment. I was shocked to find Holly standing there with little more than the clothes on her back. It seems she was pregnant and had been thrown out by her mother because she couldn't (or wouldn't tell how it had happened). And, because she had hid the pregnancy for so long, her options we limited.

I consoled my daugher, telling her everything would be okay. But in the back of my mind, I couldn't help wonder if she was carrying a black, hispanic or white baby (the only way we would know whose sperm had done the trick). For the next few months, I took care of
Holly, helping her through the pregnancy. She looked beautiful with child, and her breasts were fuller than before. But her due date passed and still no baby.

She was getting more and more uncomfortable and I told her I would do anything to ease her pain. She asked if I would help her "pump" her swollen breasts and I agreed. Again, my thoughts went to places they shouldn't as I worked her breasts, milking them for her. Without warning, she placed a hand on my head and pushed it down towards her nipple. I sucked instinctively, before pulling back.

She told me it was okay, then told me she would do anything to finally just have the baby. She mentioned she had read that having sex helped to induce labor. With that, she reached for my pants and pulled out my cock. I protested, but she insisted. Again, my hardon gave me away and I agreed. As I mounted her doggy style and pushed myself inside her, she let out a small yelp. I started out slowly and gently, but she was pushing her ass back towards me. She urged me to go faster and harder, so I did. Then I got the shock of my life. As I pounded her pregnant cunt like an animal, she yelled out, "fuck me like you did that night in the restaurant."

I stopped, be she told me to go on. "Fuck me daddy. Rape me like you did that night." It was more than I could handle and I gave her everything I had until I blew my load inside her. As I pulled out, she knelt before me and licked my cock clean. Then she confessed that she had arranged the whole thing the night of her birthday. She had removed my wallet and picked a restuarant where she not only knew the two men, but also that they were both sterile. It was the only way she could get me to fuck her and, hopefully, impregnate her.

Three years later, we have since moved to a remote rural town where we live as a couple with our child, and our second is on it's way this winter.