9 comments/ 144635 views/ 23 favorites My House, My Rules By: frostqueenha I've appreciated the comments and emails I've recieved so far....being a still-new writer I enjoy the compliments and get some help from the suggestions, so please keep them coming. "Damn it, you are not going out of the house dressed like that!" Later, Paul would have to say that there was no real reason for him blowing up at that time, in that way. At 20, his daughter Anna had taken to dressing provocatively years ago. And, truth be told, she had chosen far more risqué outfits before. This was just a T-shirt tight enough to make it clear she wasn't wearing a bra, and some jeans cut off a little too high. Not something a father wants to see his daughter running around in, but with what kids fashions were right now, hardly unthinkable. Still, something about it, seeing her heading out on a date like that, pushed him too far. Maybe it was just a case of pressure building, with Anna needing to move back in after her mothers selfish, ugly pursuit of a divorce had included using her daughters college money as funding for a trip around the world. Forced back into living together, without his wife around, Paul had noticed a lot of cracks developing in his relationship with Anna. His wife had been a miserable bitch, but she'd kept the strong personalities of her husband and daughter from colliding. The small arguments, the general dark mood, probably made an explosion inevitable. One of the things his wife had always handled, which Paul was now forced to, was Anna's social life. His daughter, he learned, liked to date. A lot of different guys. He had no idea if it was too many for a girl her age or not. Certainly, she was an attractive enough girl to generate a lot of interest. Waist length brunette hair, athletic, smart, very buxom figure. He'd thought about Anna's looks more then a few times since she'd moved back in, more so since that first morning when he caught her coming out of the shower that first morning. And the way she'd just grinned at him, standing there naked... In his more honest moments, Paul had to admit he'd found more then one kind of tension developing in the house. So maybe he was kidding himself about how shocking his explosion was, afraid to admit it. Whatever. It happened, and before he could think anything, he was towering over her, bellowing and demanding she go back upstairs. "You want to go out dressing like a hooker with some guy when you're living on your own, that's fine. But I'm not sending my daughter out dressed like that when she's living under my fucking roof! Get your ass up there!" He expected her to yell back. He was braced for it, ready for that sick kind of release that comes with letting your anger out and making someone else just as angry. Paul had absolutely no idea how to respond emotionally when his daughter instead merely smiled cheerfully. "Daddy, are you made because I look like a hooker, or because I'm going out?" In the heat of the moment, he had a moment of revelation where he saw that insight as being just too on the nose, and it revved his anger up a thousand times over. "You fucking bitch! Get your hooker ass upstairs this second and go change! Now!" Something in his voice was enough to scare her now, and she wheeled around without a word and ran up the stairs towards her bedroom. With irresistible compulsion, like a man who hit's the accelerator as he sees a car crash about to happen, Paul chased after her. Anna heard his muscular bulk thundering up the stairs behind her and ran faster. Her room was basically the same as it had been in high school, a little young for her even then. Lots of pink, lots of movie posters. He barely registered it in his conscious mind but it enraged him even further. What had she become since being that innocent little girl? Anna stood there, looking at him expectantly. She smiled again, very strangely, fear and amusement mixed together. "Daddy, I'll change, okay? I'll wear whatever you want me to." There was an implication in that, a double meaning that was truly the final straw for him. Emotional momentum led him to grab his girl by the shoulders and kiss her full on the mouth without the slightest feeling of repentance or shame. When Anna replied by sliding her tongue into his mouth, Paul knew he was at the point of no return. "I'll get you out of those clothes if you won't, bitch." He growled then, like an animal, and with a strong yank tore her daughters shirt straight off her body, freeing the heavy D-cup breasts he'd had in the back of his mind since he'd seen her in the shower. "I'll do what you want Daddy, don't hurt me, you don't have to." Anna was breathing hard now, and so was he. His motions were on automatic, and some part of him hoped this would let him escape guilt afterward. It wasn't his fault, he'd just done what he had to do. He pushed her backwards, the mattress catching on the backs of her knees and toppling her over. The shorts were elastic, and it was easy to slide them off. True to her word, she didn't fight. He saw that his daughter had been about to go out with no panties. "Oh, Daddy, I've wanted this so bad, I know you have to. The only reason I was a tramp for so many other guys is because I knew you'd want me someday. I wanted to make sure I could make you as happy as you're going to make me. I fucked all those guys but I was thinking of you the whole time, and I know I can make it so good for you!" It was insane, it was fantastic, it was the best thing he could possibly have heard. Nothing could stop him now, nothing on earth, and he pushed her legs open with his knees, spreading her pussy wide while unzipping his pants. Hard as possible, his cock slid out, and he shoved her legs wider with his hands. Maybe too hard, as he noticed red marks form on her legs, but he didn't care. Her vagina was soaked through, because of his anger or despite it, and he slid inside his daughter for the first time smoothly. Grabbing her hips, he forced himself in and out, quick, eager to get this done but just as much out of the overwhelming pleasure. Her experience began to tell, as her felt her moving in a steady rhythm, at slightly different angles, making sure every inch of his cock was getting rubbed, stroked, held inside her. He knew he wouldn't last long, and he let out the last of his anger at her. "You fucking slut, you even admit you're a slut, but from now on you're only my bitch. You fuck anyone else and I'll fuck you up. Your whore ass only belongs to me!" "Daddy....I'm your bitch Daddy, fuck me, hurt me, fuck me harder, just keep fuuuuuuucking me!" Harder, faster, the flow of rage coming out of his mouth closed a circle, and Paul emptied his cock into his daughter, the both of them screaming out loud in orgasm at the same moment. Paul collapsed on her, the anger gone, although a new dark humor led him to cup one of his daughters breasts and play with the nipple as he lay there, otherwise unmoving. Anna kissed his cheek in a surprisingly chaste gesture, then cupped his softening cock. "That was so much better then anything I fantasized about. I never dreamed you could play rough like that! You can be even meaner if you like, Daddy. I kind of like it that way, and after all, you're the only guy I'm going to be fucking now, I want to try it as many ways as we can think of." Paul was about to protest, reason slowly beginning to kick in. It went away as she took one of his hands, and guided a finger into her ass. His cock began to stiffen again, as she whispered into his ear that she wanted him to be the first man to go in there, that her Daddy had always been the only man she dreamed of letting do it to her. Guilt could wait another day. My House, My Rules Ch. 02 Anna smiled sweetly, almost innocently as she worked her fathers index finger more deeply up her ass. She brought her free arm up around Paul's neck to pull him closer, kissing him deeply. Paul lightly twisted his hand free of hers, cupped one ass cheek in his palm, and moved a second finger inside her rear. His daughter squealed, actually squealed, as he stretched her out. Her entire body twitched once, twice, in a clear orgasm. She pulled Paul close, kissed him, her tongue sliding inside of his mouth with real force now. The hand that had been guiding his was now caressing her fathers side, sliding along his ribs, stroking down to his ass and then back up. The hand at his neck pulled him closer. The feel of her heavy D cup tits pressed against his chest. Her hot breath whispered in his ear. "I love you so much Daddy. I've wanted to be with you for so long, thank you so much for finally being with me. This is to show you I'm serious, that you're the most special man in the world to me. Dozens of guys have done almost anything they wanted to me, because I knew I had to be good at making you happy. There was only ever one thing they couldn't do, because I was saving it for you." Anna kissed him again, just on the lips, almost shyly, and smiled. For a second it wasn't a look of passion, or lust, just pure, simple love. Paul felt his heart almost break. She was so sweet, so innocent. The basic wrongness of all of this struck him like a hammer. His dick, literally dripping after fucking his daughter, began to droop for the first time. The guilt, quickly as it came, was quickly dismissed as Anna kissed him again and with a look of regret separated from her father. Stretching, it seemed like the girl was consciously showing off. Thrusting her chest forward, fluffing her long brown hair. Guilty feelings? Thoughts about the nature of their relationship? It was all laughable. All he saw was a beautiful woman that he wanted very badly. There had been no one since the divorce. Since a year before the divorce, in fact. That this girl was so beautiful, so willing, rolled over any resistance he might have put up effortlessly. Still smiling, wide eyed and almost laughing, Anna moved over to her night table and got something out of it. She was nervous, but not about the obvious. This was new territory, and he risked flattering himself by thinking she was almost giddy about the new state of things in the house. Leaning over, his daughter kissed him again and he couldn't resist cupping one of her tits. Playfully, she slapped the hand away, and showed off what she had picked up. It was a long, white tube of lotion. Anna smiled, and with all the excited energy she had shown as a little girl at Christmas, jumped up on the bed, landing on her knees, facing away from him. His daughter knelt in front of him, and only an instinct that he should wait kept him from reaching out and grabbing her. It was all he could handle, anyway, just to look at the girls large, firm ass bent in front of him. All the times he had innocently patted it to send her off to play, his mind babbled stupidly. And then she turned, that look of sexual hunger back in her eyes, and any thoughts of anything but the moment were gone. "Are you ready for your present? It's been waiting so long for you, Daddy, tell me you want it." "Y...yes, baby. God, I want you so much, I want to show you how I feel about you, to. Nothings too good for my little girl. You're everything a dad could want, you deserve to have any treat you want for being such a special girl." Paul took the tube from her, flipped the top open with a quick motion of his thumb. Squirting it onto his fingers, his hand jerked at it's coldness, but it warmed quickly with some rubbing. Once one hand was well coated, he tossed the tube aside and leaded forward, gently easing her up from her elbows. Kissing neck and shoulder, licking them, breathing heavily on her back, he did everything to show how much he wanted her without having to say the words, words he wasn't sure he could use right now. She moaned, and began to move under his embrace, hips sliding forward and back. The heat in the room was incredible, and when an old stuffed teddy bear caught his eye on one of the shelves, he knew he had to do something now. Still silent, his hand moved to her ass, and again moved a finger inside it, and a second. Anna yelled, and tore away from him. It was not to escape, only to go back onto all fours, and thrust back to guide his fingers in deeper. She threw her head back, the sweat that was forming all along her back catching in her hair. "Now, Daddy. Now. Take my ass!" Later, Paul would have to admit to himself that he had no fight left by this point. He merely pulled his fingers out of his daughter, clutched her hips, and pointed his cock. Paul didn't need a hand to guide himself in, because whether it was luck or instinct or a sign that they were made for each other, he lined up exactly where he wanted to be right that second. Careful to move slow at first, knowing things could be unpleasant if he didn't. His dicks tip touched his daughters slick opening, finding it still just slightly cold. It didn't matter, it was easily ignored. Warmly, gently, his palms stroked her thighs, cupped her rear, lightly, playfully spanked it once. Now he moved forward, a little, not enough to fit the head inside her. He could feel her stretching around him, resisting but warm and encouraging. She moaned, again, rolling her hips, stroking him. It was too much, and he leaned forward quicker then he intended. The head of his penis was inside her now, and she squealed again, as she truly lost her anal virginity to her father, and came again. His hands wandered along her ass, her thighs, her legs. One drifted in front of her, and teasingly slid inside her pussy again. Anna shrieked now, and he almost pulled out. She yelled at him as best she could, despite panting and gasping. "Daddy, please! Fuck my ass now.....you can hurt me, I like it when it hurts a little, I just need you in me noooooooow!" There was no holding back now. Hoping that his little girl was telling him the truth, Paul pulled Anna back by the hips and thrust his hips forward. He yelled now, and Anna's sounds continued. In less then a second, he was as deep inside her as he possibly could be. There was nothing but pleasure in the was Anna sounded, the was her head was whipping around, the way her body shook. Like their first time together, they quickly found a rhythm together. Paul slid back, Anna moved forward, until he was almost entirely out of her, and then collided together with enough force that he could see her firm, lightly tanned flesh shake. His movements were on automatic now, his body moving on it's own simply to enjoy the sensation of movement. He spanked her again, harder this time, enough to form a red handprint almost instantly. She moved faster, harder, sliding her hips around again and again. His daughters head drifted down, her hands tearing the sheets from the bed and shoving them into her mouth as her screams grew louder. Paul told himself that in some perverted way, he just wanted to make sure she was okay, but in truth when her roughly dug his fingers into her shoulder and pulled Anna up again it was because he wanted to hear her scream out loud. Which she did, so loud his ears almost hurt, and he had to admit it only made him ram into her harder, and faster. Finally, spasms ran wild through his muscles, taking all pretense of concern for his daughter, and both hands grabbed her shoulders. She screamed again, more then a little pain in her voice now, and he lifted his baby girl up in the air, then fell backwards with her, never pulling out. It had been perfectly timed, they had almost separated at that moment. Now on his back, gravity and his muscles pulled her all the way onto his hips again, making her orgasm yet again, and she would have screamed if she could breath. Paul thought he might have been able to hold it for a time longer, but at that moment Anna clenched somewhere inside and he filled her with his sperm again. He'd supported himself on his elbows when they'd fallen, but that took all the strength out of him. He laid flat on the bed, breathing heavy, and Anna almost melted on top of him. Softening, he left his cock inside her for as long as he could. She was sweaty, heavy, hot on top of him, and he felt not the slightest interest in moving her. Later, she slid down, sliding into one of his arm and facing him as he lay on his back. She kissed him again, lightly, lovingly, and he returned it. They lay there, happy, peaceful, for how long they didn't know. Eventually, they slept. He woke the next morning, and left for work before she woke. The day was wracked with nerves, fear. What if she regretted it? What if she called....someone, anyone? In the light of day, away from her, he couldn't bear the shame of anyone knowing. It was a rollercoaster waiting for quitting time. One moment he'd think of calling her, checking on how she was doing. The next, he was idly toying with the idea of simply leaving the job, her, the house, just getting in the car and driving away. Heading home, he was certain of what needed to be done. He would tell her it was over, that they had been carried away by the moment, and that it needed to stop. Maybe never repeating the mistake, never speaking of it, would be sufficient to erase the guilt and fear. This was an ironclad, certain moral stance he had taken, and it lasted until he entered his house again. Anna stood at the entranceway, smiling brightly with a bottle of wine in her hand, wearing a low cut red silk dress showing off every inch of her perfect figure. Her hair and makeup looked like they had been done professionally, nothing like the normal, outright slutty outfits she had taken to wearing lately. He was taken aback, smiling as she led him to the dinner table where a candlelit meal waited for them. There was nothing to do but sit and enjoy. After the meal, they talked a little. He tried to find his spine again, to say what he should. "Anna, I've been turning this around all day. What we did last night was wrong. We can't ever do anything like that again. It's normal for a girl to find her father attractive at some point in her life. It's even normal, I like to think, for the dad to be attracted back...." Fumbling, babbling, he knew it wasn't very coherent, very intelligent. He knew he wasn't doing this the right way, and he knew before she said anything that she would overwhelm his opposition. Anna stood up, walked to her father, leaned down and kissed him. "What's natural is for a father and daughter to love each other. There are all kinds of love, Daddy. What's important is whether it makes you happy, because the toughest thing in the world is to be happy. And this, what we've started doing....that's the happiest I've ever been. You're mine, Daddy, I need you and love you, and I don't want to waste our time together worrying if a bunch of other people would look at us funny or not." Anna kissed him again, and as he tasted her lipstick he knew she'd convinced him again. Shifting the dress around, she knelt in front of him, unzipping his pants and pulling his hard dick out of them. "I know you have what I need, Daddy, and I know I can be the same for you. Please let me." He never had a chance to answer. Her tongue flicked over the head, and then she took him in her mouth. A her head began to move up and down, and he rubbed his hands through her hair. "No. No, Anna, stop. Stand up." Somehow this time he managed to put the force of command in it, because with she looked up, saw his face, and stood up. Sheepishly, the little girl in her came out again, clearly thinking she might be scolded. Again, there was a lack of thought to what he did. He just moved. Not saying anything, he grabbed her by the shoulders, lifted her up so that she let out something between a yell and a giggle. He tossed her back onto the table, then reached back and knocked some of the plates to the floor. He wanted to laugh, and Anna did. He kissed her, and ran his hands through her hair. They kissed again. She hiked the dresses skirt up displaying a lack of panties as well as red stockings with a garter belt. Paul kicked off his shoes and fumbled his pants loose, kissing her again and then moving inside his daughter. She was so wet it was easy, as he knew it would be. Things seemed almost more electric then they had last night, he felt that they were both even more aroused. Fucking his daughter wordlessly on their dinner table, there was a sense of finality to it. They had turned a corner, there was a sense that they would not be going back to the way things had been. Her legs wrapped around him, her heels pressing against his ass, he moved slowly back and forth, and all she could do to react was lay back on the table, taking one of his hands and guiding it to her clit. He played with it, not really speeding up, just rolling with the slow, building orgasm that took them at the same time. There was no yelling, no obvious, intense passion. There was simply a feeling that they were where they belonged, that they were happy. Slowly, lazily, Anna rose and hugged him tightly, and Paul told her how much he loved her. My House, My Rules Ch. 03 That day at work, Paul supposed he had made some kind of progress, or at least had started to recognize reality. There was no attempt to convince himself that he'd end things with Anna. No certainty that he would resist fucking his brains out with his only daughter the second he saw her again. It was an effort, really, not to tackle the girl when she showed up at his office unexpectedly. She was dressed relatively demurely, in a long summer dress that flattered her hourglass figure but didn't expose much of it. Watching her talk to his coworkers as she made her way to him, Paul had some time to enjoy the intelligent, friendly, capable young woman his daughter had become. It was only when she was right in front of him that he went back to thinking about how much he wanted her again. It was an effort not to kiss her, grope her, throw her on his desk and hike the dress up in front of all his coworkers, and part of his mind gave him credit for still having that much control. Anna played the good daughter, kissing him lightly on the cheek and handing him a brown bag. "Just stopped by because I saw you forgot your lunch while I was cleaning the house, Dad. Love you, gotta go." Of course, he hadn't brown bagged it since his wife had left, but he wasn't going to argue. Still, the bag felt light, and he followed his instincts to open it up only once he'd closed his door. Inside, instead of a lunch, there was a DVD. Once his wife had left, he'd spent quite a bit of money on developing a huge porn collection. After about three months, it had ceased to do much for him and with Anna in he house he'd felt nervous about her discovering it, so most had gone in the trash. All except the one sitting in front of him. It was a cheap compilation tape, a bunch of women getting screwed with no story, bland sex, and poor production values. But it was all built around a theme of the women wearing nurses uniforms, and something about that had stuck with him. Once or twice a month, he would take it out at night long after Anna was in bed, and jerk off to it to burn off some tension. It seemed the hiding place he had found for it in his closet wasn't exactly of CIA quality. The guilt that came over him was odd, although predictable under the circumstances. He felt like he'd been caught cheating by a lover, he felt horribly embarrassed. There was no doubt his daughter was upset to find this, though she had certainly been able to stay polite in his workplace, he had no doubt she would be more clear in her anger when he got home. He thought of the screaming fight he had once had with the ex over a couple of dirty magazines, and prepared for the worst. The concept of equating his daughter and his wife would not hit him in full force until later, and that was for the best. At the moment, that wave of guilt added to everything else would have done irrevocable damage. There was no small amount of fear when he opened the door, and it multiplied when he didn't see her standing there. His mind made a morbid jokes about a sneak attack, though he bit his lip before the laughter came. Her voice came to him from the basement, and he couldn't make out the tone. "Did you bring the movie?" "I threw it out." A sigh, and now he could make out some exasperation, if not anger. "You shouldn't have done that, Mr. Jackson. Videos can be a helpful teaching tool. Ah, well, I guess we'd better go ahead as best we can." Anna came out of the darkness, and Paul felt his stomach roiling as the picture became clearer. Cartoon-like, his mouth hung open as he saw his daughter was wearing a nurses outfit that would have been perfectly in keeping with his favorite porno. The skirt was high enough that he could see her white stocking tops, the blouse tight enough against her chest that he could see her nipples. She even wore a hat with a red cross on it, and makeup thicker then he had ever seen on the girl before. The white pumps clicked across the hardwood floor as she walked over to him and kissed him lightly once on the lips. The sly grin on her face may well have matched the one he felt forming on his own. "Now then, Mr. Jackson, if you'll just come with me we can verify if you would be an acceptable sperm donor." Damn, he thought to himself, even dialogue straight out of the movies. She took his has and walked him down the stairs. Another porn film played on the big screen TV, one he'd never seen, and she seated him in front of the couch directly in front of it. Smiling even wider, she bent over to kiss him again, then knelt before him. On screen, a red headed nurse lifted her skirt and bounced up and down on a black man with a dick whose size roughly matched Paul's arm. She sounded like she was going to quote his movie again, and he interrupted. Stuttering, with no idea how to proceed in what could only be called a situation that don't prepare you for in any of the parenting books, he tried the best he could. "Baby....you don't have to do this. You don't have to....do things that are strange or uncomfortable for you. You're not my personal blowup doll." She was all self confidence and strength in her replies. "I know, Daddy. I know if I said I wanted you to give up this X-rated stuff, or I wanted to stop doing things with me altogether, you'd be fine with it, you'd still care just as much about me and I'd still be your girl. That's part of why I can do this and enjoy it. "The other part though, that you haven't understood yet, is that this is all stuff I like anyway. It really turns me on to have the man I'm with know there is no limit to what I'll do for him. What gets me wet is turning myself into a guys full-service slut. The only thing that has changed is that I'm finally with the one I've always wanted to be with." And with that, he could think of no argument that could possibly work to stop her. Maybe part of this acceptance of defeat was the girl unzipping his pants, pulling them and his underwear off in one deft move, and taking his cock in her mouth. Holding the base tightly with one hand, he tongue slid slowly up and down along it's front a few times before she finally swallowed it. The first time she had offered him oral sex, he had turned her down. Now, he could only feel like an idiot for his nobility before. All her talk of having practicing with other men, wanting to be perfect for him, had washed off his back with everything else that was going on. Her skill was undeniable, though, and all he could do for the moment was lean his head back as she sucked, licked, and stroked him. Anna didn't let him come, slowing down every time she sensed some kind of cue from him that it was near. He looked down at her, and she pulled her mouth off of him with a gentle popping sound. Stroking his wet cock slowly with one hand, rubbing his balls with the other, she laughed playfully. "Guess I don't have to ask if you like what I'm doing, huh, Daddy? I know you want to come right now, and I hope you'll forgive me for not letting you, but there's still a few things I want to do first. Do you trust me, Daddy? Do you trust that I know what I'm doing, and that you'll like what happens?" "Anna.....yes, I do trust you. I trust you more then any woman, any person I ever met. You do whatever you want, Baby, you tell me what to do. You are the only one I trust, and love, and want." It was true, and there was no denying, though he hadn't meant to say a word of it before he had started talking. She was his daughter, and he wanted her more then he ever had his wife. Whatever came about from that, he had to accept, he couldn't deny. She looked in his face, gauged that he was serious, and giggled in a way she hadn't since early youth. Her hands were off him for a second, and he grunted with minor annoyance right before they were moved to underneath his legs, lifting them up in the air. Noise of some kind came out of his mouth, but there was no time to figure out what it could have been. Instead, he was quiet as her tongue darted teasingly up his ass. Paul grunted again, louder, not able to stay quiet. She licked him, again, and then quickly, several times in a row, showing no fear or hesitation. Paul wanted to jerk off, enjoying the gentle probing ministrations of his daughter, but he knew she wanted things to go a certain way and held himself back. His daughter continued to rim him, bringing him to the edge of orgasm and then pulling him back again. Jesus, why had he told her no, even once? The yell in his throat was tough to bite back as he felt her hands lowering his legs again, her face appearing back in front of his cock. She gave it a quick suck and looked back at him, amused at the frustration on his face. Anna stood up, reaching into a pocket of the nurses outfit. "Mmm. That was lot of fun, Daddy, and you can bet I'll play dress-up for you any time you want. If you don't mind, and that very hard, big thing between your legs makes me think you don't, I'd like you to do something special for me right now though. You are going to fuck me, hard as you want, but you're going to do it while I'm wearing these." The handcuffs she'd pulled from her pocket dangled in front of him. Paul practically tore them from her hands as he stood up. Anna clapped one cuff around a wrist, and wheeled 180 degrees around, extending both arms behind her for her father. Her father clipped the second bracelet on her, and she started to breathe heavily. "Hurt me....hurt me please." Taking the girl at her word, he grasped the cuffs by the links between them and pulled sharply up. His daughter screamed, and as he lightly taped the back of one stocking-clad leg with his foot, she took the hint and dropped to her knees. Still holding her arms high with one hand, he began spanking her with the other. Four, five, six hard slaps, and Anna let out a quick yelp with every one. Words started to come to his mouth, and he growled them out louder with every blow. "You stupid fucking whore. You need to get your sleazy pussy raped again, don't you, bitch? You want me to hurt you? You want to be so sore you can't walk? You're going to get everything you want, bitch!" The rage in him was back, like it had been that first night, but so much better now. She wanted him like this, she wanted his anger, and with it he could make her as happy as he was with her. While getting spanked, Anna's skirt had slowly hiked up until it was around her waist. Of course, she had no panties on. Paul angled her arms up, guiding them so pressure was put on the girls shoulders forcing her down more. As she crouched lower, her legs spread more, and her father found it easy to unzip his pants, kneel behind her, and slide between them. He knew he wouldn't last long in his current state of mind, and in fact he had barely entered her for the first time before her pussy tighten around him. She came, and he followed her into ecstasy, filling her with sperm. The frustration rose in him again, and he returned to spanking her, the girls bare ass going bright red with his palm prints. He cursed her, she cried and moaned and sunk into the floor. It wasn't long before he collapsed on top of her. Some part of his mind worried that his weight would hurt the girl, but the realist in him knew he wouldn't be moving anywhere anytime soon.