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I'm not sure I'm happy with it, but at least it's finished. Technically, my last story of the year, but I have one more for New Years coming.\n\nRico is just minding his own business when there is a knock at the door. On the other side is a young opossum, who claims to be his daughter. He invites her inside, makes her some tea, and reads a letter she was given by the man who runs the orphanage where she spent some time. Unfortunately...\n\n[center]- - - - -[/center]\n\nA massive thank you to my top tier subscribers:\nSedyna | RoleplayCentral | [iconname]Karmandel[/iconname] | IzzyMouse | The Anons (not a username)\n\nIf you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my [url=https://subscribestar.adult/xp_author]SubscribeStar[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Here is a story I finished. 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If you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "[center][b]Reunited[/b][/center][center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nRico chuckled. The opossum sat on his sofa watching cartoons. Not quite the same ones he watched as a kid, but he still found them entertaining. Probably not something a 41 year old should be doing, but then he did a lot of things he wasn't supposed to do. He perked up an ear as he heard a light knock on the door, followed by the doorbell a few seconds later. \"At least someone seems to have noticed it's there.\" No one ever used the doorbell for some reason, despite that it was right next to the door. He pushed himself up to his feet, brushing some tortilla chip crumbs off of his round belly. His less than impressive physique was covered by a pair of long, black sleep pants, and a long sleeve blue and green tie-dyed t-shirt. Whoever was at the door was lucky it was cold out, as he normally wore just his underwear around the house, if anything at all.\n\nPulling the door open, he found a young woman standing on the other side. Another opossum, he guessed late teens. Grey fur, black markings here and there, and jet black hair that was trimmed short to the nape of her neck. Green eyes looked up at him with nervousness, her smile matching. She wore a nice, if inexpensive red dress, black leggings, and a lined denim jacket. He tilted his head. \"Hello. Can I help you?\"\n\nShe nodded, clearing her throat. \"Yes! I... hope.\" Her voice shook with her nervousness, and her tail couldn't quite sit still behind her. \"Are... you Rico Deluca?\"\n\nHe crossed his arms. \"Depends who's asking.\"\n\nShe let out an awkward laugh, her breath puffing in the cold air. \"Um... My name is Susanna Kolosky. And... um... I... think you are my biological father.\"\n\nThat made him quirk an eyebrow. \"Oh? And what makes you say that?\" He'd fucked enough women that he had no doubt that he had at least one kid out there. She did have his black hair, but not his blue eyes. \"If you've come looking for some kind of back child support, then you can tell whoever your mother is that-\"\n\n\"NO!\" She quickly said. \"No, no. Um...\" She slid a red purse around from her back and reached into it, pulling out a sealed envelop. \"Here. It's not court papers or anything.\" She cleared her throat. \"See, I was raised in an orphanage. Hart House. The letter is from them. And... well, I've been looking for my bio-parents.\" A shiver ran through her. \"Can... we maybe talk more inside? It's kind of super cold!\"\n\nHe looked at the envelope in her hand. He sighed, taking the letter, half-expecting her to suddenly say he was served. Instead, once he stepped out of the way, she quite happily stepped inside. \"Hart House, huh?\" He knew of them, of course. He looked at the envelope he had taken. It had the logo of the orphanage on it. An almost cartoon house with a pair of white-furred hands hovering above and below like it was holding the house, a big heart right in the middle of it all. He glanced at the girl, who was kicking a bit of snow off of her boots. \"You can leave your shoes at the door. Don't want to track snow all through the house.\" He stepped away. \"C'mon, kitchen is this way. I'll make you some coffee.\"\n\nShe smiled, crouching down to untie her boots. \"Thanks, but... uh... I don't really drink coffee. Do you have tea or cocoa?\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"Might have some cocoa somewhere.\" He waited for her to finish taking the boots off before heading her the short way to his kitchen. \"Sorry about the mess. Wasn't exactly expecting company.\" There was a small pile of dishes in the sink, and an empty pizza box from dinner the previous night sitting on the table. He pulled a mug out from the cabinet, and started some water to boil, then set to the task of seeing if he even had cocoa somewhere in the other cabinets.\n\nSusanna smiled as she sat down in one of the two wooden chairs at the table. \"It's alright. I've always been a bit messy, too. Mom's always yelling at me to clean up.\" She gasped. \"Oh, I mean Francine, my adopted mom.\"\n\nHe nodded, surprised to find a box of herbal tea hiding behind the peanut butter in the cabinet. He held that up. \"No cocoa, but I did find tea. Do you like...\" He looked at the box. \"Uh... Jasmine tea?\" When did he even get this?\n\nShe nodded. \"Yeah. Sounds fine, thank you.\" She took a few deep breaths, still obviously nervous, her tail thumping the legs of the chair under her.\n\nHe started some coffee for himself, then sat down across from her. \"So. You're my daughter, huh?\"\n\nShe nodded again. \"Y-yes. I guess so.\" She smiled at him. \"A-and I'm not here for anything! I've just... always wanted to meet by bio-parents. I was adopted when I was 9, so I've always known I was adopted.\"\n\n\"I see. Who was your mother?\" He probably wouldn't remember whoever it was, but he felt he should ask anyway. \"Your biological mother, I mean.\"\n\nHer ears fell back a little. \"Her name was Mercedes Selinca. An opossum.\"\n\nHe nodded, standing up as the kettle started to whistle as the water boiled. \"I'm sorry to say I don't remember anyone named Mercedes.\" He poured the water into a mug, putting one of the teabags into it, then setting it down in front of her. \"Have you found her yet?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"N-no... I... uh...\" She let out a soft sigh. \"She... died. She... had drug issues... heroin. Apparently she was killed by another junkie...\"\n\nAn opossum with drug issues. That did actually ring a bell. \"I'm sorry to hear that. Is that why you ended up at the Hart place?\"\n\nSusanna shook her head. \"No. She put me there before that, not long after the house first opened. I was 5. I don't really remember her, though.\"\n\nHe poured himself a cup of coffee. \"I see.\" He moved to sit down across from her. \"How old are you now?\"\n\n\"Oh! I just turned 18 last week.\"\n\nHe smirked. \"Happy birthday.\"\n\n\"Thanks. My parents said I could start looking for my bio-parents once I turned 18, so as soon as I did, I contacted the Hart House and learned everything I could.\" She got a big smile. \"The owner was very nice. Even told me where I could probably find you.\"\n\nThat got his attention. How would the man even know he was the father? He must have left quite an impression on this Mercedes. Not that he was surprised, considering. \"How very nice of him. Would have been nicer if he called to let me know...\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Y-yeah. But he did give me that letter to give to you. Probably an apology for not telling you?\" She nodded at the envelope, which had been left on the table. \"I'm not sure what it says, but you should probably read it.\"\n\nRico shrugged, setting his mug down and opening the envelope, pulling out the folded piece of paper inside. The letter wasn't very long, but it told him all he needed to know. Signed by the owner of the Hart House himself, George Hart. He had to suppress a big grin, which took some effort. \"I see.\" He set the letter back down.\n\n\"W-what's it say?\" She couldn't help her curiosity.\n\nHe nodded at the piece of paper. \"Oh, pretty much what you thought. He was apologizing for not calling a head, and saying what you told me about your mother.\" He set his mug of coffee down on the paper before she could think to reach out and read it herself. He also noticed her own mug was empty. \"More tea?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yes, please. Thank you.\"\n\nHe stood up and picked up her cup, filling it with some more water and a new tea bag. He set it down in front of her before taking his seat again. \"So. You found me. Now what? I hope you're not expecting us to suddenly become besties. You've probably picked up on it, but I'm not exactly the fatherly sort.\"\n\nShe drank half of the fresh mug already, the still steaming hot liquid helping to shake off the last of the chill. She quickly set the mug down, shaking her head, though did look a bit nervous again. \"N-no. I just wanted to meet you and... maybe get to know a bit more about you. If that's alright. M-maybe you can tell me a bit about my mother, too? B-but you said you don't remember her...\"\n\nHe smirked. \"Actually, I think I might. Strung out opossum almost 20 years ago. Had a cute ass and nice tits.\"\n\nSusanna nearly choked on her tea. \"Uh...\" She coughed slightly. \"Okay... That's... uh... not quite what I meant...\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"Not much else to say. I only fucked her the once.\" He stood up slowly. \"Or I guess I should say, I only raped her the once.\"\n\nThe girl flinched. \"W-what!?\" She stood up quickly. \"Uh... I... think I should go...\" She started to back away from him.\n\nHe tilted his head. \"Oh? But you just got here. Thought you wanted to meet your dear old dad?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"N-no, I... think I've... learned enough.\" She turned, only to have to put a hand against the wall as she suddenly felt lightheaded.\n\n\"What's the matter? Not a fan of the tea? I know it was a bit old.\" He stepped closer. \"Or maybe it's the mickey I slipped into it.\"\n\n\"Y-you... drugged me!?\" She still tried to make her way out of the kitchen, but the world was spinning around her. She tried to fumble with her purse to pull her phone out, but only succeeded in dropping the purse to the floor.\n\n\"Yup. See, I'm a very bad man. And you found me, so I can't go letting you go walking away.\" He moved forward to catch her as she slumped over, quickly sliding his arm under her legs to lift her. \"But don't worry. We'll have some great father/daughter bonding time now.\" She wanted to struggle, but her limbs felt like lead and her head felt like it wasn't attached anymore. She heard him chuckling as the darkness claimed her mind.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n[i]Dear Mr. Deluca[/i]\n\n[i]Or perhaps I should call you Aspecter85. I have enjoyed much of your content. I apologize for not calling ahead of time, but surprises can be fun.[/i]\n\n[i]The woman who handed this to you is, as she likely claims, your biological daughter. One of many throughout the city. Do not ask how I come by this knowledge, but you can trust me that it is within 99.8% accuracy.[/i]\n\n[i]Her biological mother, Mercedes Selinca, left the girl in my car some 13 years ago. Mercedes is dead, but not by the way I informed Ms. Kolosky. She resides within my personal collection, in a few pieces. You can visit her some time if you wish.[/i]\n\n[i]As for the girl, she is yours to do with as you please. I hope to see her in a video soon. I do so enjoy when families bond in such a way.[/i]\n\n[i]Signed:[/i]\n[i]George Hart,[/i]\n[i]Owner and operator of Hart House for Wayward Children.[/i]\n[i]AKA: DaddyH3art[/i]\n\n[i]PS: Do not worry about the girl having read any of this. The ink is only visible when you are holding the paper. Something new that will be coming to the D-Gen marketplace soon.[/i]\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nA hand slapped her across her face, making her cry out more in shock than pain. Rico grunted. \"Stop pretending to be asleep. The drug I gave you acts fast, but wears off quickly.\"\n\nShe slowly opened her eyes, her visions till blurry. She hadn't been pretending, but had been dimly aware for a few minutes. Long enough to feel her arms were being held outstretched, metal cuffs bound around her wrists. She was sitting on a cold, concrete floor, the wall behind her either also concrete or some kind of stone, equally chilled. She was still in her dress, but her jacket had been removed. She looked at the man, blinking several times to try and clear her vision. \"W-wha-\" She started to cough, her throat and mouth feeling dry.\n\n\"Yeah, it'll do that, too.\" He put his hands on his hips. \"Well, to answer your obvious questions. Where? My basement. Why? Because an adorable, if foolish young woman walked into the home of a rapist like a complete moron.\"\n\nShe tugged on the bindings at her wrists, hearing chains clatter, but they held strong. \"I-I didn't know that!\" Her ears folded back in fear as he leaned close. \"I promise that I won't tell anyone!\"\n\nHe gave her a mirthless smile. \"Oh, I know you won't.\" He reached out, brushing his hand against her cheek, though she flinched away from his touch. \"But I still can't let you go, sweet daughter.\"\n\nShe scowled. \"Are you even my father? Or were you just playing along?\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"Truthfully, I have no fucking idea. But probably. The letter from George said you were. No clue how the fuck he knew. But from what I know about him, he has all manner of connections. So I have no reason to doubt him.\"\n\nShe scowled even harder at him. \"So... what? Are you telling me he's a rapist, too?\"\n\nRico let out a rumble of a laugh. \"Oh, he is so much more than that.\"\n\n\"I don't believe you!\" George had raised her for a few years, along with the other staff of the orphanage, before she was adopted. She couldn't believe that the kind older rabbit was anything but a benevolent man.\n\n\"Doesn't matter what you believe or not, girl.\" He pat her cheek. \"Either way, you have more pressing things to worry about.\"\n\nSusanna glared at him, doing her best to put on a brave face, but he could tell she was terrified. \"So what, then? Are you just going to keep me trapped in your basement from now on?\"\n\n\"I just might.\" He slid his hand down, until it was just under her neck. \"Depends how much I enjoy what you've got.\" He gripped the top of her dress and yanked down. She cried out as the shoulder straps snapped, but not before digging painfully into her shoulders. The top of the dress was tugged down to expose her perky breasts, held in a plain blue bra. He gripped the front of he bra, and instead of pulling it up or down, tugged at it to snap the middle. Her ample chest was left exposed to him, nipples just poking through her fur, hard from the cold, not any arousal on her part. He gripped one, giving it a hard squeeze. \"Not bad. Natural, too, by the feel.\"\n\nShe grit her teeth hard. \"Don't touch me, you bastard!\" She tried to kick at him, her legs left unbound. Though she only got a glancing blow against his ankle.\n\nHe chuckled, undaunted by her struggle as he squeezed her tit again. \"That's something both of us have in common, actually. Being bastards. My daddy was no saint, sure, but mama was worse. Fucked him at prom, popped me out a few months later. Baby-trapped my daddy into marrying her using me.\" He ran his hand down, until he gripped at her thigh. \"Pissed him off something bad, but he took it out on me, of course. He used to beat me so bad.\" He held her leg down. \"Then he went and walked in front of a bus. I was 12.\"\n\nShe stared at him as he told his life story unprompted. \"W-what?\"\n\nHe started to rub her thigh, his other hand moving down to grip the other leg. \"Mama was worse, of course. Not physical, but she was relentless in shaming me. Once daddy went and offed himself, she only got worse. Barely let me leave the house.\" He took a deep breath and let it out. \"Which is why I don't feel bad that she died in the fire that burnt that fucking house to the ground. I started it, of course. Just wish I'd been able to watch her die.\"\n\nShe still tried to squirm as he rubbed up and down her thighs. \"W-why... are you telling me all that?\"\n\nHe tilted his head. \"Why? Thought you wanted to get to know your dad.\"\n\nShe bared her teeth at him. \"You're not my dad!\"\n\n\"No, I guess I'm not. Just the guy who knocked up your mother.\" He shrugged. \"Well, if you don't want to hear more, I might as well start having my fun with you.\" He slid his hands up along her thighs to grip at the crotch of her leggings.\n\n\"W-wait!\" She tried to squeeze her legs together, but he moved his knees between her legs to keep them apart. He dug his fingers into the fabric of her leggings, ripping the crotch open. She wore nothing under the leggings, since they worked like underwear. So her pussy was visible through the sudden hole he was tearing wider. \"STOP!\"\n\nHe chuckled. \"Stop?\" He slid a finger along her slit, making her whimper fearfully. \"We've barely started.\" He shrugged and stood up. \"But if you're in a hurry, I can skip to the good part.\" He reached down and tugged his pants down. His cock sprang free, rising quickly to full length.\n\nShe stared at the exposed shaft with wide, terrified eyes. \"W-wait! Please! Don't do this! I-I'm your daughter!\"\n\nHe chuckled. \"Like that fucking matters? If anything, I think it's gotten me even harder.\" He pulled his shirt off, tossing it away and getting down onto his knees. \"I've never raped my own kin before. At least that I know of.\"\n\nSusanna shook her head as he crawled forward, tugging at the chains and kicking her legs, but he still spread them wider. \"No! Stop! Please! Don't do this!\" She gasped as the tip of his cock rubbed against her slit, and she tried to squirm all the more. \"Please! I-I'm... s-still-\" Her words were cut off by a yelp as he shoved himself into her, ripping right through her virgin barrier painfully.\n\nHe laughed, looking down to see a small smear of blood left on the base of his shaft. \"Well, look at that. First time is with your daddy.\" He reached out and gripped her by the chin. \"Guess you don't take after that slut that popped you out of her cunt.\" She pulled her head out of his hand with a jerk, but squeezed her eyes closed, tears running from them. She let out a pained whine as he started to thrust. \"Yeah, she was looser than a hooker, even while she was squealing for me to stop.\" He grinned at her. \"Just like you're doing now. But you're nice and tight!\"\n\nShe let out a sobbed whimper. \"P-please... stop...\" Her voice no longer had any of its former feigned bravery or anger, replaced by a terrified plea, even though she knew it was futile. She sobbed openly as he thrust harder, feeling his cock filling her, stretching her inner walls. She still squeezed around him on instinct, but not from pleasure. She had masturbated many times, and knew pleasure, and this was not it. It was her body trying to reject the man plunging repeatedly inside of her.\n\nRico gripped at one of her big, bouncing tits, squeezing even harder than before. When he only got a whimper in response, he smirked. \"What's this? Broken and giving up already?\" He slapped her tit, making it bounce, and her flinch with a yelp. \"That won't do.\" He shifted his grip down to hold her by the thighs, pulling her back and up as he stood up. She yelped in pain as she found herself dangling in the air, held supine by his grip on her legs, and the now biting hold of the metal cuffs at her wrists. The chains attached to the cuffs and the wall went taut, rattling as he started to thrust again.\n\nWith the new position, he was able to get even deeper, his hips slapping against hers as he plunged fully into her. The young woman let out a louder, sobbing cry of pain as she felt his tip mashing against her cervix painfully. \"STOP!\" Her tail thrashed under her as she tried to squirm. Every time he tugged her back, the metal around her wrists dug into her, and her shoulders strained as her arms were pulled. She tried to struggle, to kick and squirm free, but his hold on her thighs was solid.\n\nHe laughed, thrusting hard. \"That's more like it!\" He enjoyed the sight of her tits bouncing and wobbling about every time he yanked her back. Seeing the tears running down her cheeks, soaking into the fur of her pretty face was also nice. Though the way her cunt tightened up around him each time he tugged her back so his cock could ram against the deepest parts were his favorite. He was not big enough that he could break through that final barrier, much to his chagrin. \"Though keep struggling, and I might just drop you.\" He played at losing his grip, making her cry out in fear as she dropped only a few inches before he tugged her back, laughing mockingly.\n\nShe sobbed openly, not even trying to hide her tears or her fear anymore. She squeezed her eyes shut, just hoping for this all to be over. A whine slipped from her as he yanked her back harder, her arms straining. \"Please... no more...\" She begged.\n\n\"No more, huh? You want this over sooner?\" He grunted. \"Well, I'd hoped to enjoy you for a little while longer, but sure. Let's skip to the end.\" He gripped her legs tighter and started to thrust as hard as he could into her. His cock twitched and throbbed with every deep thrust. \"I'll give you a nice, big load deep in this tight cunt.\"\n\nHer eyes snapped open, locking onto him with a panicked look. \"W-wait! No! P-please!\"\n\nHe grinned at those big, green eyes. \"Oh yeah, sweet thing. I'm gonna dump my seed deep into you.\" He grunted as he felt the pressure building, no longer trying to hold anything back. \"Your daddy's gonna knock you up! Isn't that nice?\"\n\nShe shook her head quickly. \"No! No! Please! D-don't cum in me!\"\n\n\"Too bad, bitch!\" He panted heavily. He wasn't ignoring her pleas, but they only made his pleasure rise higher. \"Fuck... here it comes!\" He moaned loud as his cock twitched. With a loud groan, he plunged as deep as he could, his cock jerking as he released inside of her. She let out a wail as she felt his cock start to spit his seed inside of her, filling her tunnel with the unwanted warmth. He gave little thrusts as his cock pulsed with every blast, his cum oozing out around the base of his cock as he filled her. \"Fu~uck! Take it all, like daddy's good little cumdump!\"\n\nSusanna squeezed her eyes tight, tears flowing from them. \"No... oh gods no...\" Her struggles all but ended as she felt him blasting into her, just trembling in his grip. Gravity took a sudden hold on her as he let her legs go. She let out a loud cry of surprise as she fell, his cock slipping out. She hit the floor hard, landing on her tail and sending sharp pain lancing up her spine. Whimpering, she curled her legs back protectively on instinct. Though she still felt the horrid feeling of his cum leaking out of her sore, abused pussy. \"Please... no more...\"\n\nRico stroked his cock with one hand, working the last few gobs of cum out, most of which fell to the floor. \"Mmmm. That was good.\" He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. \"But I'm not done with you yet. That was only the first go, after all. Your daddy's balls have so much more to give.\"\n\nHer eyes snapped open again. \"NO! Please stop! Please, no more!\" She looked up at him as he stepped closer, his cock looming over her. The length glistened from using her, the tip dripping a few last bits of spunk onto her nose. Her eyes were fixed onto the length with a terrified gaze, her breath coming in short gasps.\n\nHe reached down, gripping her by the hair and yanking her head back. \"I said too bad.\" He tugged her hair again, making her yelp. The moment she did, he shoved his cock into her mouth, muffling any further pleas from her. She immediately tried to jerk her head away as the taste of his cum slathered over her tongue, but he just pushed deeper. \"That's a good girl. You listen to your daddy and clean me nice and good.\" He shoved deeper, pushing the tip and several inches down her throat. She tried to jerk away even harder, but he shifted his grip to hold onto her head with both hands. \"No, none of that. You'll take what daddy has to give you, little slut.\"\n\nHe started to pump his hips, mashing her nose against his crotch repeatedly. Her eyes went wide with fear when she realized he never moved far enough to fully pull out of her throat, always staying just jammed in enough to keep her from getting a breath. She tried to struggle and pull away, kicking and squirming under him. \"Now you're getting it, huh?\" He chuckled. A burning feeling started to fill her lungs, desperate for fresh air that was being denied. He pushed deep again, seeing a slight bulge at the front of her neck where his cock was lodged inside. \"Mmm, struggle all you like. Makes your throat get tighter.\" He moaned as it constricted a little more around him. She was also getting warmer as her blood started to pump harder, trying to circulate the dwindling supply of oxygen.\n\nHer struggles began to turn more wild as instinct was taking over, her legs kicking, hips bucking, whole body thrashing under him, but he did not relent. He held onto her head hard, keeping his shaft buried deep in her throat. \"Hmmm, think of it this way, girlie. You won't need to worry about being knocked up once you're dead.\" He moaned again as his cock throbbed. \"And I don't normally snuff the sluts I rape, but you're a special case. You should feel honored.\" He grunted as she really started to buck under him. \"That's it. Feel that panic as your lungs burn.\"\n\nShe was definitely feeling the panic, her eyes not seeing anything yet staring up at him, bloodshot and filled with abject terror. She yanked at the bindings holding her arms, the cuffs digging harder into her wrists than when he had her dangling by them. Enough that they were cutting into her, a little blood drooling around the edge of the metal. Her thrashing body made her big tits flop all over, though he unfortunately could not see them from his current angle. Her hips also bucked constantly. He heard something wet hitting the floor. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a heavy stream of piss almost spraying from her cunt, splashing out onto the floor. \"Guess you shouldn't have had that second cup of tea, eh?\" He chuckled. \"Go on and let it all out, you messy bitch.\"\n\nShe couldn't hear him anymore, only hearing the constant thumping of her heart, and a ringing in her ears, a tinnitus that drowned out all other sounds. She was only dimly aware of pissing herself, the humiliation of that lost to the overwhelming need for air she was being denied. She looked up at him again, then kept looking up, her eyes rolling back as her mind was taken over by the rapidly growing darkness clawing her consciousness away. Her body continued to struggle under him for several more minutes, but the thrashes slowed to squirms, then to twitching trembles. Her tail still thumped on the ground, and her legs still kicked, but they were more weak little jerks than actual movement.\n\nRico let out loud moans of pleasure, thrusting again and again. He could feel her heartbeat slowing from the squeezing throat around him. He felt when it fluttered one last time and finally gave out. \"That's it. Die on my cock!\" He grunted. \"Fuck... and take daddy's big load!\" He grit his teeth and stopped holding back, his cock jerking as he rapidly plunged it down her throat over and over. Even as the muscles grew slack, it was still incredibly tight around him. With a loud cry of pleasure, he unleashed his second load, blasting it down her throat and into her belly. \"Fuck! Take it all!\" He thrust his hips forward, tugging her head back to mash her nose against his crotch, his balls slapping against her chin. His cock pulsed with every heavy shot, unleashing a load almost as large as the one still drooling out of her cunt.\n\nWhen he finally pulled out, a few final shots splashed onto her face. He let her head go, and it slumped forward, limp as the rest of her. Her mouth remained open, cum-covered tongue slightly hanging out. A bit of his cum drooled out of her mouth, but she gave no reaction. Her eyes remained open, bloodshot and rolled back, no life within them, just a terrified look frozen upon her. He leaned down, rubbing his shaft against one of her tits, smearing his seed into her fur a little. \"There, see? No more worrying about being preggo.\"\n\nHe pat her cheek. \"I'm hungry, so I'm going to get some lunch. I'm going to leave you here for a bit. But don't you worry, I'll be back to fuck you some more. Still haven't used that cute ass of yours yet.\" He chuckled, standing up and walking toward the stairs out of the basement, his cock still dripping the last of his second orgasm. He'd also make sure to collect the recording to post on D-Gen later. There were a few cameras set out to catch the action. He just hoped his fat ass wasn't too in the way to catch him choking her on his dick.\n\nAs he started to walk up the stairs, a thought came to him. \"I'll have to thank George later. Wonder if he likes fruit baskets.\"\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Reunited
By XP Author


Rico chuckled. The opossum sat on his sofa watching cartoons. Not quite the same ones he watched as a kid, but he still found them entertaining. Probably not something a 41 year old should be doing, but then he did a lot of things he wasn't supposed to do. He perked up an ear as he heard a light knock on the door, followed by the doorbell a few seconds later. "At least someone seems to have noticed it's there." No one ever used the doorbell for some reason, despite that it was right next to the door. He pushed himself up to his feet, brushing some tortilla chip crumbs off of his round belly. His less than impressive physique was covered by a pair of long, black sleep pants, and a long sleeve blue and green tie-dyed t-shirt. Whoever was at the door was lucky it was cold out, as he normally wore just his underwear around the house, if anything at all.

Pulling the door open, he found a young woman standing on the other side. Another opossum, he guessed late teens. Grey fur, black markings here and there, and jet black hair that was trimmed short to the nape of her neck. Green eyes looked up at him with nervousness, her smile matching. She wore a nice, if inexpensive red dress, black leggings, and a lined denim jacket. He tilted his head. "Hello. Can I help you?"

She nodded, clearing her throat. "Yes! I... hope." Her voice shook with her nervousness, and her tail couldn't quite sit still behind her. "Are... you Rico Deluca?"

He crossed his arms. "Depends who's asking."

She let out an awkward laugh, her breath puffing in the cold air. "Um... My name is Susanna Kolosky. And... um... I... think you are my biological father."

That made him quirk an eyebrow. "Oh? And what makes you say that?" He'd fucked enough women that he had no doubt that he had at least one kid out there. She did have his black hair, but not his blue eyes. "If you've come looking for some kind of back child support, then you can tell whoever your mother is that-"

"NO!" She quickly said. "No, no. Um..." She slid a red purse around from her back and reached into it, pulling out a sealed envelop. "Here. It's not court papers or anything." She cleared her throat. "See, I was raised in an orphanage. Hart House. The letter is from them. And... well, I've been looking for my bio-parents." A shiver ran through her. "Can... we maybe talk more inside? It's kind of super cold!"

He looked at the envelope in her hand. He sighed, taking the letter, half-expecting her to suddenly say he was served. Instead, once he stepped out of the way, she quite happily stepped inside. "Hart House, huh?" He knew of them, of course. He looked at the envelope he had taken. It had the logo of the orphanage on it. An almost cartoon house with a pair of white-furred hands hovering above and below like it was holding the house, a big heart right in the middle of it all. He glanced at the girl, who was kicking a bit of snow off of her boots. "You can leave your shoes at the door. Don't want to track snow all through the house." He stepped away. "C'mon, kitchen is this way. I'll make you some coffee."

She smiled, crouching down to untie her boots. "Thanks, but... uh... I don't really drink coffee. Do you have tea or cocoa?"

He shrugged. "Might have some cocoa somewhere." He waited for her to finish taking the boots off before heading her the short way to his kitchen. "Sorry about the mess. Wasn't exactly expecting company." There was a small pile of dishes in the sink, and an empty pizza box from dinner the previous night sitting on the table. He pulled a mug out from the cabinet, and started some water to boil, then set to the task of seeing if he even had cocoa somewhere in the other cabinets.

Susanna smiled as she sat down in one of the two wooden chairs at the table. "It's alright. I've always been a bit messy, too. Mom's always yelling at me to clean up." She gasped. "Oh, I mean Francine, my adopted mom."

He nodded, surprised to find a box of herbal tea hiding behind the peanut butter in the cabinet. He held that up. "No cocoa, but I did find tea. Do you like..." He looked at the box. "Uh... Jasmine tea?" When did he even get this?

She nodded. "Yeah. Sounds fine, thank you." She took a few deep breaths, still obviously nervous, her tail thumping the legs of the chair under her.

He started some coffee for himself, then sat down across from her. "So. You're my daughter, huh?"

She nodded again. "Y-yes. I guess so." She smiled at him. "A-and I'm not here for anything! I've just... always wanted to meet by bio-parents. I was adopted when I was 9, so I've always known I was adopted."

"I see. Who was your mother?" He probably wouldn't remember whoever it was, but he felt he should ask anyway. "Your biological mother, I mean."

Her ears fell back a little. "Her name was Mercedes Selinca. An opossum."

He nodded, standing up as the kettle started to whistle as the water boiled. "I'm sorry to say I don't remember anyone named Mercedes." He poured the water into a mug, putting one of the teabags into it, then setting it down in front of her. "Have you found her yet?"

She shook her head. "N-no... I... uh..." She let out a soft sigh. "She... died. She... had drug issues... heroin. Apparently she was killed by another junkie..."

An opossum with drug issues. That did actually ring a bell. "I'm sorry to hear that. Is that why you ended up at the Hart place?"

Susanna shook her head. "No. She put me there before that, not long after the house first opened. I was 5. I don't really remember her, though."

He poured himself a cup of coffee. "I see." He moved to sit down across from her. "How old are you now?"

"Oh! I just turned 18 last week."

He smirked. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks. My parents said I could start looking for my bio-parents once I turned 18, so as soon as I did, I contacted the Hart House and learned everything I could." She got a big smile. "The owner was very nice. Even told me where I could probably find you."

That got his attention. How would the man even know he was the father? He must have left quite an impression on this Mercedes. Not that he was surprised, considering. "How very nice of him. Would have been nicer if he called to let me know..."

She nodded. "Y-yeah. But he did give me that letter to give to you. Probably an apology for not telling you?" She nodded at the envelope, which had been left on the table. "I'm not sure what it says, but you should probably read it."

Rico shrugged, setting his mug down and opening the envelope, pulling out the folded piece of paper inside. The letter wasn't very long, but it told him all he needed to know. Signed by the owner of the Hart House himself, George Hart. He had to suppress a big grin, which took some effort. "I see." He set the letter back down.

"W-what's it say?" She couldn't help her curiosity.

He nodded at the piece of paper. "Oh, pretty much what you thought. He was apologizing for not calling a head, and saying what you told me about your mother." He set his mug of coffee down on the paper before she could think to reach out and read it herself. He also noticed her own mug was empty. "More tea?"

She nodded. "Yes, please. Thank you."

He stood up and picked up her cup, filling it with some more water and a new tea bag. He set it down in front of her before taking his seat again. "So. You found me. Now what? I hope you're not expecting us to suddenly become besties. You've probably picked up on it, but I'm not exactly the fatherly sort."

She drank half of the fresh mug already, the still steaming hot liquid helping to shake off the last of the chill. She quickly set the mug down, shaking her head, though did look a bit nervous again. "N-no. I just wanted to meet you and... maybe get to know a bit more about you. If that's alright. M-maybe you can tell me a bit about my mother, too? B-but you said you don't remember her..."

He smirked. "Actually, I think I might. Strung out opossum almost 20 years ago. Had a cute ass and nice tits."

Susanna nearly choked on her tea. "Uh..." She coughed slightly. "Okay... That's... uh... not quite what I meant..."

He shrugged. "Not much else to say. I only fucked her the once." He stood up slowly. "Or I guess I should say, I only raped her the once."

The girl flinched. "W-what!?" She stood up quickly. "Uh... I... think I should go..." She started to back away from him.

He tilted his head. "Oh? But you just got here. Thought you wanted to meet your dear old dad?"

She shook her head. "N-no, I... think I've... learned enough." She turned, only to have to put a hand against the wall as she suddenly felt lightheaded.

"What's the matter? Not a fan of the tea? I know it was a bit old." He stepped closer. "Or maybe it's the mickey I slipped into it."

"Y-you... drugged me!?" She still tried to make her way out of the kitchen, but the world was spinning around her. She tried to fumble with her purse to pull her phone out, but only succeeded in dropping the purse to the floor.

"Yup. See, I'm a very bad man. And you found me, so I can't go letting you go walking away." He moved forward to catch her as she slumped over, quickly sliding his arm under her legs to lift her. "But don't worry. We'll have some great father/daughter bonding time now." She wanted to struggle, but her limbs felt like lead and her head felt like it wasn't attached anymore. She heard him chuckling as the darkness claimed her mind.

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Dear Mr. Deluca

Or perhaps I should call you Aspecter85. I have enjoyed much of your content. I apologize for not calling ahead of time, but surprises can be fun.

The woman who handed this to you is, as she likely claims, your biological daughter. One of many throughout the city. Do not ask how I come by this knowledge, but you can trust me that it is within 99.8% accuracy.

Her biological mother, Mercedes Selinca, left the girl in my car some 13 years ago. Mercedes is dead, but not by the way I informed Ms. Kolosky. She resides within my personal collection, in a few pieces. You can visit her some time if you wish.

As for the girl, she is yours to do with as you please. I hope to see her in a video soon. I do so enjoy when families bond in such a way.

Signed:
George Hart,
Owner and operator of Hart House for Wayward Children.
AKA: DaddyH3art

PS: Do not worry about the girl having read any of this. The ink is only visible when you are holding the paper. Something new that will be coming to the D-Gen marketplace soon.

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A hand slapped her across her face, making her cry out more in shock than pain. Rico grunted. "Stop pretending to be asleep. The drug I gave you acts fast, but wears off quickly."

She slowly opened her eyes, her visions till blurry. She hadn't been pretending, but had been dimly aware for a few minutes. Long enough to feel her arms were being held outstretched, metal cuffs bound around her wrists. She was sitting on a cold, concrete floor, the wall behind her either also concrete or some kind of stone, equally chilled. She was still in her dress, but her jacket had been removed. She looked at the man, blinking several times to try and clear her vision. "W-wha-" She started to cough, her throat and mouth feeling dry.

"Yeah, it'll do that, too." He put his hands on his hips. "Well, to answer your obvious questions. Where? My basement. Why? Because an adorable, if foolish young woman walked into the home of a rapist like a complete moron."

She tugged on the bindings at her wrists, hearing chains clatter, but they held strong. "I-I didn't know that!" Her ears folded back in fear as he leaned close. "I promise that I won't tell anyone!"

He gave her a mirthless smile. "Oh, I know you won't." He reached out, brushing his hand against her cheek, though she flinched away from his touch. "But I still can't let you go, sweet daughter."

She scowled. "Are you even my father? Or were you just playing along?"

He shrugged. "Truthfully, I have no fucking idea. But probably. The letter from George said you were. No clue how the fuck he knew. But from what I know about him, he has all manner of connections. So I have no reason to doubt him."

She scowled even harder at him. "So... what? Are you telling me he's a rapist, too?"

Rico let out a rumble of a laugh. "Oh, he is so much more than that."

"I don't believe you!" George had raised her for a few years, along with the other staff of the orphanage, before she was adopted. She couldn't believe that the kind older rabbit was anything but a benevolent man.

"Doesn't matter what you believe or not, girl." He pat her cheek. "Either way, you have more pressing things to worry about."

Susanna glared at him, doing her best to put on a brave face, but he could tell she was terrified. "So what, then? Are you just going to keep me trapped in your basement from now on?"

"I just might." He slid his hand down, until it was just under her neck. "Depends how much I enjoy what you've got." He gripped the top of her dress and yanked down. She cried out as the shoulder straps snapped, but not before digging painfully into her shoulders. The top of the dress was tugged down to expose her perky breasts, held in a plain blue bra. He gripped the front of he bra, and instead of pulling it up or down, tugged at it to snap the middle. Her ample chest was left exposed to him, nipples just poking through her fur, hard from the cold, not any arousal on her part. He gripped one, giving it a hard squeeze. "Not bad. Natural, too, by the feel."

She grit her teeth hard. "Don't touch me, you bastard!" She tried to kick at him, her legs left unbound. Though she only got a glancing blow against his ankle.

He chuckled, undaunted by her struggle as he squeezed her tit again. "That's something both of us have in common, actually. Being bastards. My daddy was no saint, sure, but mama was worse. Fucked him at prom, popped me out a few months later. Baby-trapped my daddy into marrying her using me." He ran his hand down, until he gripped at her thigh. "Pissed him off something bad, but he took it out on me, of course. He used to beat me so bad." He held her leg down. "Then he went and walked in front of a bus. I was 12."

She stared at him as he told his life story unprompted. "W-what?"

He started to rub her thigh, his other hand moving down to grip the other leg. "Mama was worse, of course. Not physical, but she was relentless in shaming me. Once daddy went and offed himself, she only got worse. Barely let me leave the house." He took a deep breath and let it out. "Which is why I don't feel bad that she died in the fire that burnt that fucking house to the ground. I started it, of course. Just wish I'd been able to watch her die."

She still tried to squirm as he rubbed up and down her thighs. "W-why... are you telling me all that?"

He tilted his head. "Why? Thought you wanted to get to know your dad."

She bared her teeth at him. "You're not my dad!"

"No, I guess I'm not. Just the guy who knocked up your mother." He shrugged. "Well, if you don't want to hear more, I might as well start having my fun with you." He slid his hands up along her thighs to grip at the crotch of her leggings.

"W-wait!" She tried to squeeze her legs together, but he moved his knees between her legs to keep them apart. He dug his fingers into the fabric of her leggings, ripping the crotch open. She wore nothing under the leggings, since they worked like underwear. So her pussy was visible through the sudden hole he was tearing wider. "STOP!"

He chuckled. "Stop?" He slid a finger along her slit, making her whimper fearfully. "We've barely started." He shrugged and stood up. "But if you're in a hurry, I can skip to the good part." He reached down and tugged his pants down. His cock sprang free, rising quickly to full length.

She stared at the exposed shaft with wide, terrified eyes. "W-wait! Please! Don't do this! I-I'm your daughter!"

He chuckled. "Like that fucking matters? If anything, I think it's gotten me even harder." He pulled his shirt off, tossing it away and getting down onto his knees. "I've never raped my own kin before. At least that I know of."

Susanna shook her head as he crawled forward, tugging at the chains and kicking her legs, but he still spread them wider. "No! Stop! Please! Don't do this!" She gasped as the tip of his cock rubbed against her slit, and she tried to squirm all the more. "Please! I-I'm... s-still-" Her words were cut off by a yelp as he shoved himself into her, ripping right through her virgin barrier painfully.

He laughed, looking down to see a small smear of blood left on the base of his shaft. "Well, look at that. First time is with your daddy." He reached out and gripped her by the chin. "Guess you don't take after that slut that popped you out of her cunt." She pulled her head out of his hand with a jerk, but squeezed her eyes closed, tears running from them. She let out a pained whine as he started to thrust. "Yeah, she was looser than a hooker, even while she was squealing for me to stop." He grinned at her. "Just like you're doing now. But you're nice and tight!"

She let out a sobbed whimper. "P-please... stop..." Her voice no longer had any of its former feigned bravery or anger, replaced by a terrified plea, even though she knew it was futile. She sobbed openly as he thrust harder, feeling his cock filling her, stretching her inner walls. She still squeezed around him on instinct, but not from pleasure. She had masturbated many times, and knew pleasure, and this was not it. It was her body trying to reject the man plunging repeatedly inside of her.

Rico gripped at one of her big, bouncing tits, squeezing even harder than before. When he only got a whimper in response, he smirked. "What's this? Broken and giving up already?" He slapped her tit, making it bounce, and her flinch with a yelp. "That won't do." He shifted his grip down to hold her by the thighs, pulling her back and up as he stood up. She yelped in pain as she found herself dangling in the air, held supine by his grip on her legs, and the now biting hold of the metal cuffs at her wrists. The chains attached to the cuffs and the wall went taut, rattling as he started to thrust again.

With the new position, he was able to get even deeper, his hips slapping against hers as he plunged fully into her. The young woman let out a louder, sobbing cry of pain as she felt his tip mashing against her cervix painfully. "STOP!" Her tail thrashed under her as she tried to squirm. Every time he tugged her back, the metal around her wrists dug into her, and her shoulders strained as her arms were pulled. She tried to struggle, to kick and squirm free, but his hold on her thighs was solid.

He laughed, thrusting hard. "That's more like it!" He enjoyed the sight of her tits bouncing and wobbling about every time he yanked her back. Seeing the tears running down her cheeks, soaking into the fur of her pretty face was also nice. Though the way her cunt tightened up around him each time he tugged her back so his cock could ram against the deepest parts were his favorite. He was not big enough that he could break through that final barrier, much to his chagrin. "Though keep struggling, and I might just drop you." He played at losing his grip, making her cry out in fear as she dropped only a few inches before he tugged her back, laughing mockingly.

She sobbed openly, not even trying to hide her tears or her fear anymore. She squeezed her eyes shut, just hoping for this all to be over. A whine slipped from her as he yanked her back harder, her arms straining. "Please... no more..." She begged.

"No more, huh? You want this over sooner?" He grunted. "Well, I'd hoped to enjoy you for a little while longer, but sure. Let's skip to the end." He gripped her legs tighter and started to thrust as hard as he could into her. His cock twitched and throbbed with every deep thrust. "I'll give you a nice, big load deep in this tight cunt."

Her eyes snapped open, locking onto him with a panicked look. "W-wait! No! P-please!"

He grinned at those big, green eyes. "Oh yeah, sweet thing. I'm gonna dump my seed deep into you." He grunted as he felt the pressure building, no longer trying to hold anything back. "Your daddy's gonna knock you up! Isn't that nice?"

She shook her head quickly. "No! No! Please! D-don't cum in me!"

"Too bad, bitch!" He panted heavily. He wasn't ignoring her pleas, but they only made his pleasure rise higher. "Fuck... here it comes!" He moaned loud as his cock twitched. With a loud groan, he plunged as deep as he could, his cock jerking as he released inside of her. She let out a wail as she felt his cock start to spit his seed inside of her, filling her tunnel with the unwanted warmth. He gave little thrusts as his cock pulsed with every blast, his cum oozing out around the base of his cock as he filled her. "Fu~uck! Take it all, like daddy's good little cumdump!"

Susanna squeezed her eyes tight, tears flowing from them. "No... oh gods no..." Her struggles all but ended as she felt him blasting into her, just trembling in his grip. Gravity took a sudden hold on her as he let her legs go. She let out a loud cry of surprise as she fell, his cock slipping out. She hit the floor hard, landing on her tail and sending sharp pain lancing up her spine. Whimpering, she curled her legs back protectively on instinct. Though she still felt the horrid feeling of his cum leaking out of her sore, abused pussy. "Please... no more..."

Rico stroked his cock with one hand, working the last few gobs of cum out, most of which fell to the floor. "Mmmm. That was good." He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "But I'm not done with you yet. That was only the first go, after all. Your daddy's balls have so much more to give."

Her eyes snapped open again. "NO! Please stop! Please, no more!" She looked up at him as he stepped closer, his cock looming over her. The length glistened from using her, the tip dripping a few last bits of spunk onto her nose. Her eyes were fixed onto the length with a terrified gaze, her breath coming in short gasps.

He reached down, gripping her by the hair and yanking her head back. "I said too bad." He tugged her hair again, making her yelp. The moment she did, he shoved his cock into her mouth, muffling any further pleas from her. She immediately tried to jerk her head away as the taste of his cum slathered over her tongue, but he just pushed deeper. "That's a good girl. You listen to your daddy and clean me nice and good." He shoved deeper, pushing the tip and several inches down her throat. She tried to jerk away even harder, but he shifted his grip to hold onto her head with both hands. "No, none of that. You'll take what daddy has to give you, little slut."

He started to pump his hips, mashing her nose against his crotch repeatedly. Her eyes went wide with fear when she realized he never moved far enough to fully pull out of her throat, always staying just jammed in enough to keep her from getting a breath. She tried to struggle and pull away, kicking and squirming under him. "Now you're getting it, huh?" He chuckled. A burning feeling started to fill her lungs, desperate for fresh air that was being denied. He pushed deep again, seeing a slight bulge at the front of her neck where his cock was lodged inside. "Mmm, struggle all you like. Makes your throat get tighter." He moaned as it constricted a little more around him. She was also getting warmer as her blood started to pump harder, trying to circulate the dwindling supply of oxygen.

Her struggles began to turn more wild as instinct was taking over, her legs kicking, hips bucking, whole body thrashing under him, but he did not relent. He held onto her head hard, keeping his shaft buried deep in her throat. "Hmmm, think of it this way, girlie. You won't need to worry about being knocked up once you're dead." He moaned again as his cock throbbed. "And I don't normally snuff the sluts I rape, but you're a special case. You should feel honored." He grunted as she really started to buck under him. "That's it. Feel that panic as your lungs burn."

She was definitely feeling the panic, her eyes not seeing anything yet staring up at him, bloodshot and filled with abject terror. She yanked at the bindings holding her arms, the cuffs digging harder into her wrists than when he had her dangling by them. Enough that they were cutting into her, a little blood drooling around the edge of the metal. Her thrashing body made her big tits flop all over, though he unfortunately could not see them from his current angle. Her hips also bucked constantly. He heard something wet hitting the floor. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a heavy stream of piss almost spraying from her cunt, splashing out onto the floor. "Guess you shouldn't have had that second cup of tea, eh?" He chuckled. "Go on and let it all out, you messy bitch."

She couldn't hear him anymore, only hearing the constant thumping of her heart, and a ringing in her ears, a tinnitus that drowned out all other sounds. She was only dimly aware of pissing herself, the humiliation of that lost to the overwhelming need for air she was being denied. She looked up at him again, then kept looking up, her eyes rolling back as her mind was taken over by the rapidly growing darkness clawing her consciousness away. Her body continued to struggle under him for several more minutes, but the thrashes slowed to squirms, then to twitching trembles. Her tail still thumped on the ground, and her legs still kicked, but they were more weak little jerks than actual movement.

Rico let out loud moans of pleasure, thrusting again and again. He could feel her heartbeat slowing from the squeezing throat around him. He felt when it fluttered one last time and finally gave out. "That's it. Die on my cock!" He grunted. "Fuck... and take daddy's big load!" He grit his teeth and stopped holding back, his cock jerking as he rapidly plunged it down her throat over and over. Even as the muscles grew slack, it was still incredibly tight around him. With a loud cry of pleasure, he unleashed his second load, blasting it down her throat and into her belly. "Fuck! Take it all!" He thrust his hips forward, tugging her head back to mash her nose against his crotch, his balls slapping against her chin. His cock pulsed with every heavy shot, unleashing a load almost as large as the one still drooling out of her cunt.

When he finally pulled out, a few final shots splashed onto her face. He let her head go, and it slumped forward, limp as the rest of her. Her mouth remained open, cum-covered tongue slightly hanging out. A bit of his cum drooled out of her mouth, but she gave no reaction. Her eyes remained open, bloodshot and rolled back, no life within them, just a terrified look frozen upon her. He leaned down, rubbing his shaft against one of her tits, smearing his seed into her fur a little. "There, see? No more worrying about being preggo."

He pat her cheek. "I'm hungry, so I'm going to get some lunch. I'm going to leave you here for a bit. But don't you worry, I'll be back to fuck you some more. Still haven't used that cute ass of yours yet." He chuckled, standing up and walking toward the stairs out of the basement, his cock still dripping the last of his second orgasm. He'd also make sure to collect the recording to post on D-Gen later. There were a few cameras set out to catch the action. He just hoped his fat ass wasn't too in the way to catch him choking her on his dick.

As he started to walk up the stairs, a thought came to him. "I'll have to thank George later. Wonder if he likes fruit baskets."

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