The Dollhouse

"What did you have in mind for Penelope's rape session?" John asked Amelia.

They were going over session notes together in the office. John was worried about how much of an effect the rape sessions were having on the girls. Both Madison and Tansy had decided that they wanted to offer their bodies to their rapists to have sex with them again. For Madison it was her step dad. For Tansy it was her biological father. Looking at Penelope's chart, John was worried about all of the men her mother had whored her out to. Aside from the ethics and the legality, this could turn into a logistical nightmare.

"Well, there was definitely some cuckqueaning going on in how her mother seduced her boyfriend. But the real kicker was when she sold Penelope's body to all of her old boyfriends. The time that ended with her covered in cum after taking on a gangbang of her mother's lovers seems like a good place to work from."

"Amelia," John said, incredulously, "how are we going to organize a gangbang with only one cock to go around? I mean, I have pretty decent stamina, but even I have my limits."

Amelia smiled.

"Oh, John, you underestimate my talents. I worked on the girls with dildos and strapons before we ever hired your beautiful cock to fuck them."

"Well, while the femdom effect is nice, I thought the point was to take her back to that moment where man after man used her body," John replied.

"Which is precisely why we need to do a little borrowing from one of Sharon's sex clubs."

John looked over Amelia's shoulder to see a picture on her monitor of a bench that ran through a hole in a wall. The girl would lie on her back with her body hidden behind the wall from the waist up and her ankles held in cuffs on the side that faced the "customer", spreading her legs wide apart and exposing her pussy and asshole to be used. The girl would never see who was fucking her on the other side. It also had shackles that held her hands in place and an adjustable neckrest that could be lowered back and allow her throat to be fucked as deeply as possible.

"Wow," John mused. "That would definitely work."

"The other girls will be in on it all as they were with Tansy's raping, of course," Amelia explained. "We'll fuck her pussy and ass with strapons, and you can rape her mouth and cover her face in cum from the other side. Also, I hadn't mentioned this, but I've been saving up your cum in the freezer in case I needed to do a bukkake scene. It looks like this is the opportune moment."

"Holy shit," John exclaimed. "You've been saving up my cum?!"

"Of course, Darling. Anytime you spewed onto my body or my face, I've been saving it up. I think I have about a pint already. That should definitely be enough to humiliate little Penelope and make her feel like a cum-drenched whore."

"You really are talented," John told Amelia, and he leaned in to kiss her.

"Mmmmm, thank you for noticing, Love," she crooned.

"Now what are we going to do about our girls and their rapists?" John asked, taking his dick out and offering it to Amelia.

She stroked John's cock, lovingly as she explained the situation.

"Since Madison's step father is out on parole, I think we can offer him an enticement for a one-time chance to fuck his little victim again. Tansy's father took a plea bargain in order to get a reduced sentence, and he will be out soon."

"The system doesn't put much stock in the rape of little girls, does it?" John mused.

Amelia took John's cock into her mouth.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" He asked.

She slid her mouth off of his member and stood up to take her panties off.

"John, I assure you that this is the most healing thing we can do for these girls."

"It just feels so wrong," he said as Amelia lay back on the edge of her desk and opened her legs to him.

"Think of how good their pussies will feel to the men who ruined them," she said, guiding his cock into her.

"How can you think of the rapists and not the girls in this?" John asked as he thrust up into her cunt.

"Offering myself to my uncle was the culmination of my salvation, John," she said, wrapping her legs around him. "My father redeemed the hurt that my uncle had caused, but by offering my pussy to my uncle to use, I realized that I had robbed him of the ability to hurt me anymore. Instead of running from the fear of being a slut and a whore, I embraced it."

"I love these girls so much, Amelia. I can't hurt them," he said, opening her blouse.

"If you love them, then you have to hurt them, John, and you have to let them choose to put themselves in harm's way. I guarantee you that these girls will beg their rapists to fuck them. They will beg them to slap their little faces. They want to hurt for these men, John. They need to hurt for them. They will reclaim that pain as part of their own pleasure."

"Oh, god, Amelia," John panted as he fucked her pussy, "I hope you're right."

"Trust me, Love," she said running her fingers through his hair. "We'll watch them from another room. Watch as their little bodies squirm. I wonder if they'll want to be bound and gagged so they feel trapped and helpless or if they'll want to be free so there's no question of the fact that they are choosing to give their bodies to these men."

At the thought of Madison and Tansy tied to a bed, spread wide and fucked by their rapists, John began to moan.

"I used to let my uncle tie me up. He'd fuck my pussy so hard and then leave me dripping in his cum while he went and made a sandwich. Then he could come back and fuck me some more."

John closed his eyes, imagining his girls bound and used.

"And when they're done with your little girls, John," Amelia crooned, "I want you to eat the man's cum from their pussies."

"Oh fuck, yes!" John gasped.

"It will seal the fact that you give your approval to them being used this way as you partake in their rape. Then, of course, you could fuck them yourself, if you want."

"Feeling the cum their rapists left inside of them," he moaned, "as it squishes around my dick."

"And kiss them with their rapists cum on your lips," Amelia said, pulling John's face down to her own.

John moaned against Amelia's mouth as they fucked and he imagined the rapings. Then his balls clenched, and he unloaded his cum into Amelia's pussy.

"I take it by the fact that you are cumming in me that you are on board with giving the girls back to their rapists?" she asked.

"YES!" John cried. "I want to watch. I want to watch them get raped again. Ohhhhhhh, fuck yes!"

---

The lights in the prison visitation room were harsh and bright as John sat at a table waiting for Crystal Glen, inmate #6470892, to arrive. The door buzzed, a menacing sound like a thousand angry wasps trapped in a metal can, and then she walked in. Her hands and legs were free, and she tucked her hair behind her ear she sat down across from him in her orange jumpsuit.

"Hi," he muttered.

Now that he saw her, he realized why Madison had seemed so familiar the first time he met her -- when he fucked her as part of his interview for The Dollhouse. Although the past year had not been kind to Crystal, she still had some of the same mannerisms that Madison showed. She bit her lip as she looked up at him.

Just like her daughter.

"Long time, no see," Crystal muttered, glancing up, and she immediately looked back down.

"I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch," he said, lamely. Crystal shrugged.

"Listen, I don't know how to broach this, so I'll just come out and say it," he blurted. "Your daughter, Madison. Is she....?"

Crystal looked up with fear in her eyes for a moment, and then sadness.

"How'd you...?"

"I'm a therapist now, and..." I have to be careful what I say here "...sometimes I deal with victims of abuse. Sexual abuse. And, I ran across a Madison Glen in the system. She looked so familiar. When I saw her history and saw your name... and how old she is. I just wondered if... I mean, could it be possible?"

"She's yours," Crystal said. It was almost a whisper, but it echoed in John's ears like a gunshot.

"Really? You're positive?"

"I know I wasn't a very good girlfriend back then, but... I never cheated on you. And my rehab was at an all female facility, so..." Crystal shrugged and smiled a crooked half-smile.

"Why did you never tell me?" John asked. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest.

"I didn't want it to be your problem. I mean, my mom helped out, and... When I finally got with Arthur, he liked being a father. It wasn't until I started... I'm not proud of what I did, but... I fucked guys for money and for drugs. Arthur was mean to me, but he never hurt Madison. Not until that day."

"Oh, god, Crystal," John muttered.

"Is she okay? I haven't been able to see her. I don't even know where she is," Crystal said with tears in her eyes.

"Yeah. She's good. She's..." John ran his fingers through his hair. "She's at a facility for victims who have been through things like she has. The lead therapist there is really good."

"Have you seen her? Does she look okay?"

"I have, Crystal," John said reaching out his hand to Crystal.

"NO TOUCHING!" the guard yelled from the wall, and John reluctantly pulled his hand back.

"I have. I saw her the other day," When I fucked her three times. "She's doing well."

"I'm glad," Crystal said with tears in her eyes. "Tell her. Tell her I miss her. Does she talk about me?"

"We talked about you the other day, actually." When she told me how you passed out at her birthday party when her step dad raped her.

"Tell her I love her, John," Crystal pleaded. "She's been through so much. She need someone to take care of her."

"I will. I'll tell her," John said. "Does she know that..."

"No," Crystal said, shaking her head. "She asked who her real dad is a few times, but I... I don't know. I'm sorry I never told you, John."

"It's okay. I get it. I was kind of a dick when I left."

"You did the right thing. I got better for a while after you. I did. And the timing was good. I was in rehab through my pregnancy, so she was barely exposed to that shit while she was in me."

John nodded. Grateful to hear that his daughter, his lover, hadn't been exposed to drugs in utero.

"Are you going to tell her?" Crystal asked.

"I want to," John said. "But it's complicated."

"Yeah. Sure," Crystal shrugged.

"Since you and her step dad were both incarcerated, the State pays for her therapy," John offered lamely. "If the State found out I'm her father, she might be denied the kind of services she's getting." In truth, I don't know how she'll take the fact that she's been fucking her dad.

"Whatever you think," Crystal said. "I'm going to be stuck in here for a long time."

---

As John drove back home, back to The Dollhouse, from the prison, he couldn't help but smile. Seeing Crystal had been depressing, but knowing that Madison was most likely his own flesh and blood was... exciting.

"I've been fucking my own daughter," he said to himself. "My own little girl. She really is my Princess. My Princess!"

John pulled his cock out and started stroking it as he drove down the highway. He remembered that first moment when Madison spread her legs and offered her pussy to him, the first time he took her ass at Halloween, the night she begged him to rape her in the ass like her step dad had done. It didn't take long until ropes of cum were shooting out of John's cock, streaking through the air, landing on the steering wheel, the dashboard, the gearshift.

"My daughter," he moaned as his orgasm washed over him.

---

"It's true," he told Amelia when he got back.

"I'll call Jillian, have her confirm with a blood sample," Amelia said. John noticed the eagerness in her eyes.

"Will you tell her?" she asked him.

"I don't know," he said. "What if it freaks her out?"

"As madly in love as she is with you..." Amelia began. "John, I can tell you from first-hand experience that fucking your own family is one of the most intense pleasures one can experience."

John paced the office as he thought about it.

"You don't have to decide now, Love," she said. "Wait until we get the results back from Jillian. We will know for sure, and you can make your decision then."

He nodded, but he continued pacing as Amelia called the doctor.

---

"Why do I have to have an extra checkup?" Madison asked John as they walked from History class to the office.

"Mommy and I just need to check some things. You're growing up so fast. Don't worry. You're not in trouble or anything," John tried to reassure her.

Madison and John both brightened up when they entered the office and saw Jillian.

"Doctor Jillie!" Madison squealed and threw herself into Jillian's arms.

"Oh, Madison," Jillian gushed. "You give such good hugs. You're getting so big, too. Isn't your birthday coming soon?"

Madison bit her lip and smiled, making her dimples pop out in her soft, round cheeks. She nodded her head enthusiastically in response. John noticed that the mention of her birthday didn't phase her. It would also be the one year anniversary of her rape, but her mind seemed to be on other things.

"What are you going to get me?" Madison asked the doctor.

"I hadn't thought about it yet. Something sexy, though. Maybe a good dildo?"

"Nah," Madison replied. "I've got Daddy's cock to fill my pussy now."

"Oh, right," Jillian said, glancing up at John and giving him a wink. "How about something sexy to wear for John, then? Maybe I'll buy you your first pair of heels. And not just kitten heels, but real, sexy stilettos that you can wear while you fuck him? I bet he'd love that."

Madison looked up at John, and he grinned and nodded.

"Yes!" Madison squealed, jumping up and down.

"Okay. That's settled, then. But unfortunately, I need to get a blood sample from you."

Madison frowned, but she sat on the stool Jillian offered without complaint. John turned his head as Jillian stuck the needle in Madison's arm and drew a few vials of blood.

"There, all done," Jillian said, putting a band-aid over the cotton ball in the crook of Madison's elbow.

"Now, I need to get a DNA sample from you, too, John," Jillian said. "I can draw blood if you like, but... there are other fluids in the body that are more fun to draw out."

"You need Daddy's cum?" Madison asked.

"I don't need it, per se," Jillian said, looking up at John with lusty eyes, "but I certainly want it."

"Can I help you get it?" Madison asked.

John exhaled a pleasant groan as Jillian unzipped his pants and offered his dick to Madison. The sight of the 55-year-old doctor offering his cock to a 12-year-old girl was thrilling. Jillian looked incredible for her age, but you could tell she was older than him. And Madison was so fresh-faced and young. Jillian could easily be her grandmother.

"Just stroke him with your hands," Jillian instructed. "If you use your mouth, it will mingle your DNA with his, and I need a pure sample."

Madison wrapped both her little hands around John's dick. He was already erect from how hot this situation was. She started stroking him with her fists, running her hands up and down his shaft and looking lustily at his cock as she did so.

"Is this good, Daddy?" she asked.

"Oh, Princess," John moaned. "You're doing a wonderful job."

"Thanks!" she said with a twinkle in her eye. "It looks so big. I like getting to watch it while I please you. Usually it's buried inside my pussy, and I can't see how sexy it looks. Or my ass."

"Have you two done more anal since Halloween?" Jillian asked. She remembered watching John take Madison's anal virginity at the Halloween party.

Madison giggled as she continued stroking John.

"Yeah. Daddy raped me the way my step dad did. He covered my mouth and shoved it into my ass."

"Did it hurt you?" Jillian asked. "Do you need me to examine your anus?"

"It hurt, but I loved it," Madison told her. "I'm fine. I love it when Daddy hurts me."

Jillian smiled down at the girl, stroking the large, seven-inch cock in her hands. Amelia had told her why she needed the DNA comparison done. The thought that this could be John's daughter that he had been fucking turned her on to no end. But Amelia had asked her to be quiet about it so that John could tell her in his own way and his own time.

"That's special," Jillian said. "You two have quite a bond."

"I love him," Madison said, looking up into John's eyes.

His heart melted. Her soft, round cheeks, her red lips, her long, dark lashes, and those eyes as blue as the ocean looking up at him made him feel so much love for her. He reached out a hand and tucked a strand of dark-brown hair back behind her ear. She smiled up at him, beaming.

"I love you, too, Princess," he said.

"Show me your love, Daddy," she crooned. "Cum on me. I want Doctor Jillie to watch your cock cover me in your hot jizz, Daddy."

"Oh, fuck. Madison, Baby," he loved how much dirty language she had learned in this place. Amelia made sure the girls were exposed to enough porn to know how to turn themselves and their partners on with words.

"Make me pretty with your cum," Madison whispered.

"You're already pretty, Princess," he said.

"Please, Daddy," she pleaded with her eyes, "give it to me. I need to feel your hot jizz shooting onto my face."

"God, yes," Jillian gasped as she watched the twelve-year-old stroke the man who might be her father, begging for what might be the same cum that created her.

"Fuck, Baby, yes," John moaned. "I'm going to do it. I'm going to shoot it all over your face. All over your beautiful, sweet, innocent, little... oh fuck! FUUUUUUUUUCCCKKK YES!"

Jillian was ready with the sample cup, but even at that, she missed catching the first rope of his jizz. Madison was glad she did, though, when she felt it splatter against her forehead and run down her nose. The second rope went into the sample cup, and Jillian sealed it up.

"Okay, you can take him in your mouth now," Jillian told her.

Madison wasted no time, getting John's dick onto her tongue as he continued to shoot his semen. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked.

My baby. My baby girl is drinking cum from the dick that made her.

John groaned in pleasure as her little mouth sucked him, draining every last drop from his balls.

"Wow," Jillian gasped as Madison let John's softening cock slip from her lips. "That's the best DNA sample I've ever seen."

Madison giggled and smiled at her. Then she leaned over and kissed Jillian, passing John's cum into the doctor's mouth. Jillian moaned as she felt the child feeding her his semen. She pushed her tongue between Madison's lips, tasting John's issuance and loving it.

"He tastes so good, doesn't he?" Madison asked after she broke the kiss with the doctor and they both swallowed.

"Delicious," Jillian said. "I'm jealous that you get to fuck his amazing dick, and I don't."

"Yeah, that's mean of the senator to say you can't fuck Daddy. I wish you could. He's incredible. I love watching him fuck Mommy and the other girls."

Jillian let out a heavy sigh.

"Sharon would ruin me if I ever did."

Jillian stood up and kissed John. He could taste his semen on her lips, and he loved it.

"I'll call you and Amelia as soon as I have the test results," she said.

"How long will it take?"

Jillian shrugged. "Not too long. You should hopefully know by tomorrow."

After Jillian left, John was still standing in front of Madison with his soft dick hanging out of his pants.

"Daddy, can I have my own DNA sample?" she asked.

John lifted her up and threw her down on the couch, ripping her panties off in a heartbeat. Madison sighed when she reached down between her legs and felt his warm shaft thickening again. She stroked it while she looked him in the eye and then guided him into her pussy.

"I love you so much, Princess," he said, leaning over her.

"I love you, too, Daddy. Now fuck me."

---

John sat staring at his computer the next morning. Amelia noticed that he wasn't getting any work done, so she went over and sat on the edge of his desk.

"We'll hear soon," she said. She slipped her shoe off and put her foot in his lap. She found his dick and started rubbing it through his slacks.

"I know, I just..."

"You want to know whether you're fucking your own daughter or not. Have you decided whether you're going to tell her?"

"Yes. I... I'm going to do it. I want her to know. I need her to know."

John's dick swelled under Amelia's foot. He took it out of her pants, and she continued to rub her stockinged foot over it. She slipped her other shoe off and started giving him a true footjob with both of them. John moaned in pleasure, but when the phone rang, he sat up immediately to answer it.

"Yes?" he asked anxiously. "She... oh my god. Wow. Wow! Jillian, thank you. Thank you!"

John hung up the phone, and drew Amelia's face to his and kissed her.

"She is," he said, and he kissed her again. "She's my daughter."

"When do you want to tell her?" Amelia asked.

"Now," John said. "I want to tell her and fuck her. Or should I tell her while I fuck her? Oh, god, I just... I want her so bad!"

Amelia left the room. Left John standing there with his dick sticking out of his slacks at attention. She returned less than a minute with Madison. She closed the door as she led Madison over to John.

"Daddy has something very important that he wants to tell you," she explained.

"Are we going to fuck again, Daddy?" she asked, looking up at him with her cherubic face.

John lifted her up onto the desk. He helped her fidget out of her panties and laid her back onto the desk as he rubbed his dick up and down her slit.

"Madison," he said, pushing into her cunt. The sensation of her warm, wet pussy welcomed him, embraced him. "I... I just found out that..." he started fucking her, moving his dick slowly in and out of her pre-teen cunt. "See, I knew your mom. We dated. It was about thirteen years ago or more, but we were... lovers. And I just found out that she got pregnant the last time that she and I fucked."

Madison's eyes got big for a second as she digested John's words.

"The baby was you, Madison. I'm... I'm your real dad."

Madison gasped as she lay back, looking up at John. She arched her back, squirming under his dick for a moment.

"Oh, Daddy!" she gasped, pushing her pussy up to meet his stroke. "I've been fucking my real daddy? Oh, my god!"

Madison sat up, wrapping her legs around John's waist. She put her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers and kissed him.

"My Daddy," she sighed. "My very own Daddy," she moaned.

"My Princess," he replied.

"I always knew," she whispered. "I dreamed about you. The man I dreamt of always had your face. I recognized you when I first met you in person, when you first fucked me."

"When you offered me your pussy," he rejoined.

"Oh god," she sighed, as he lifted her up and dropped her down onto his shaft again.

"You're not scared or mad or freaked out?" John asked.

"I'm... Oh, god, Daddy, I'm... Fuck, Daddy, I'm cumming... Oh, yes, Daddy, I'm cumming. I'M CUMMING. My real Daddy's dick is in my pussy, and it's making me cum. OH FUCK, YES! DADDY YES!"

"Oh, god, Madison. My Madison. My very own Princess," he moaned.

"Cum in me, Daddy!" she begged. "I want to feel your cum inside me."

John looked in her eyes as her orgasm washed over her. She gasped over and over, and the look in her lusty eyes, the sensation of her cunt gripping him as she came made him crazy.

"I'm going to cum in you, Madison," he moaned. "I'm so close. I'm going to come in my own daughter's pussy! My very own... oh god! OH YES! Fuck me, Madison! FUUUUUUUCCKKKK!!!"

John looked into his daughter's eyes as his dick throbbed, shooting blast after blast of semen into her, filling her with the same DNA she was made from.

This orgasm was more intense, more special than any he'd ever had in his life. He was fucking his own child. His precious, beautiful child was receiving his cum. He kissed her. Their mouths locked in sweet passion as he continued to thrust into her, shooting his load, filling her, and she continued to grip him, clench him, drench him as she came with him.

The world faded away, and all John knew or cared about was that he was fucking his daughter. He was in love with her. His heart was bursting, beating so hard, he was afraid it would break through his chest. He could barely breathe. All that mattered was her. All that mattered was Madison.

He carried her over to the couch, his cock still inside her, and he laid her down, resting on top of her.

"I love you, Princess."

"I'm your Princess," she sighed, "your Princess."

They gazed into each other's eyes, lost in the love, the depth, the intensity, until they heard the sound of Amelia gasping for breath. They turned to see her standing by her desk, her hand inside her panties, her legs buckling as her orgasm washed over her.

"My god," she gasped, "that was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!"

They smiled at her. John waited until his cock finished its throbbing and pulled out of his daughter. He knelt before her, holding her legs spread wide. Madison watched as her father buried his face between her thighs. He sat mesmerized for a moment, seeing his cum leaking from her pussy. Then he leaned forward and tasted it. He licked her, thoroughly devouring every drop of semen that he could reach with his tongue. Then he rose, smiling at his daughter and went to Amelia and kissed her. Amelia opened her mouth to receive the gift of their incestuous juices, savoring the flavor of father and daughter mingled together. She had tasted John and Madison before, many times, in fact, but never with the knowledge that she was tasting true incest. It made it that much sweeter.

She closed her eyes as she swallowed John's offering. When she opened them, he was smiling at her.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"My thanks," he said. "You're the one that brought me and my child together. You offered her pussy to me the first day I sat here in this office. You prepared her for me, made her ready to receive my cock. And I'm grateful."

Amelia's heart swelled at John's words.

"You are welcome, my love," she said.

---

At dinner that night, there was a lot of chatter when John and Madison sat down at the table. Not much can happen in a house with seven girls without someone catching on to something. They knew Dr. Winters had been there to see Madison the day before. The had seen the look on Amelia's face when she took Madison out of History class -- that Hannah was teaching because John had something going on. They sat with bated breath as they watched their Daddy and their fellow Doll come into the room.

"Well?" Becky said, looking at John. "What's going on? The suspense is killing us!"

John smiled at her forwardness.

"We discovered today, for certain, that I am Madison's biological father," he said bluntly.

Hannah dropped her fork into her plate, muttering, "You lucky bitch."

Abby threw her arms around Madison, saying, "You have your real Daddy!"

Everyone else sat in stunned silence until Amelia broke the tension.

"Discovering that John is Madison's father will certainly change his relationship with her, but I assure you all that it will not change his relationship with any of you."

"Like hell it won't," Becky said impudently. "He loves fucking her more than any of us as it is!"

"Becky!" Amelia scolded.

"You're wrong," Tansy said, putting her hand on Becky's. "He loves you. He loves us."

"I do," John said, looking at Tansy with admiration. "And nobody here has had as much problem with being jealous about who I sleep with as Tansy. So, I hope you'll trust her judgment in this. I will. Never. Stop loving you. Any of you. You're my little girls, and you mean the world to me. So please, trust me when I say that this changes nothing between us."

"I trust you, Daddy," Julie said

"Yeah. Me too," said Penelope.

Abby let go of Madison and threw her arms around John's legs.

"Becky?" John asked.

She nodded.

"Hannah?"

Hannah got up and walked over to John.

"You have loved me in ways my own father never would. I wish I could have what you and Madison have. I'm incredibly jealous, yes, but I'm also... so very happy for you two."

Hannah threw her arms around John and held him.

"You always believed in me. I trust you, Daddy," she said.

"Good. Then let's eat. I'm famished," Amelia said, picking up her fork.

As they ate, Madison relayed the story of how John was already fucking her when he told her.

"Inside you?" Julie gasped. "That's so romantic!"

After they ate, the retired to the great room. John could see that Becky was still feeling a bit forlorn and a little clingy. He welcomed her increased attention and invited her to sit next to him on the couch. Her hand soon found his dick and freed it from his pants. She lovingly stroked him as they watched a movie together.

Amelia slipped next to him and whispered in his ear, "For god's sake, John, she needs you right now. Take Becky aside and make love to her."

Becky heard Amelia's whispered advice, and she, strangely, started to blush.

"No," John said. Becky gasped, fear etched on her face. "She's afraid that I don't love her as much as before, but I will show her -- right here in front of all of her friends how much I love her."

Becky's expression changed, her fear melting away as John stood up, pulling her by the hand with him. He stripped off her shirt, exposing her firm, C-cup breasts. He cupped them in his hands, mauling them hungrily.

"You're a sexy, fucking bitch, Becky," he told her as he twisted her nipples between his fingers, sending tingles down her body to her pussy. "And I'm going to fuck you right now."

John unfastened her skirt, letting it drop to her feet. Then he knelt in front of her and pulled her panties down her thighs until they dropped to her feet as well. Becky stepped out of them, wearing nothing now except her white knee socks, her black Mary Jane heels, and her ring that said "Daddy's Slut".

John lifted her by her thighs up to the level of his waist. She wrapped her legs around him, and he lowered her down onto his shaft.

"You're my Slut, Becky," he told her. "My dirty, beautiful girl. And I'm your Daddy. Don't ever doubt me."

"I won't, Daddy," Becky sighed as his shaft pushed its way into her.

"Fuck me," he ordered.

She held onto his neck and, using the strength in her long, slender legs, she lifted herself up and lowered herself down onto him in a slow and sensuous rhythm as Amelia and the girls watched.

"I love you, Becky," he told her.

"Oh, god, Daddy!" she gasped. "I love you, too!"

John held her as she fucked herself on his pole, supporting her weight and assisting her. She looked down into his eyes, her forehead pressed to his as she fucked him standing in the middle of the room. As all eyes watched, she knew, as did they, that Daddy loved her.

Well done, John, Amelia thought to herself. You not only gave her the affection she desired, you gave her the attention and the confidence she needed as well.

Becky's breath started becoming ragged, and John knew she was close. He was close, too. When her pussy became a flood of juices and started massaging his dick as she continued to slide up and down him, he gave in to the sensation of her orgasm. He held her steady and fucked her, thrusting his hips up to her, pistoning in and out of her cunt.

She held on, gasping for breath as her orgasm intensified, and then she felt it. John's hot semen shot into her, spraying the walls of her cunt, coating her.

He loves me, she thought.

Neither of them spoke. They didn't cry out in their ecstasy. They just stared into each other's eyes, breathing each other's breath, feeling each other's cum, until John couldn't stand anymore. He sank down onto the couch, holding Becky, keeping her in his lap, not letting her go.

When they finally caught their breath, Becky sighed, "Wow."

John chuckled.

"You haven't fucked me without humiliation in a long time, Daddy. I didn't know I could still cum without being slapped or spit on."

"Humiliation is powerful," John told her, "but love is incredible."

She rested her head on his shoulder like a child being carried to bed by her father.

Madison walked over to Becky and petted her hair.

"You look so pretty fucking Daddy," she said.

Becky smiled up at her and said, "Thank you."

"He loves you. He's always going to fuck you."

Becky simply replied, "I know."