rapingmydykedaughter: Based on a True Rape Story, Part 1 Tonight while my little girl was delaying h
rapingmydykedaughter: Based on a True Rape Story, Part 1 Tonight while my little girl was delaying her inevitable bedtime fuck by hiding out in the bathroom I noticed a picture I’d never seen before on her desk – a girl posing with a mattress. Skinny and kind of weird-looking, but strangely fuckable. I called her into the bedroom and held the pic up. “Who’s this, baby? Are you hiding a new girlfriend from me?” “No!” “So who is she? Tell Daddy.“ “A friend.” “How about this, baby.” I motioned for her to sit on the bed with me. “You tell me more about your friend, and maybe Daddy won’t fuck you tonight.” She hesitated, then warily complied. “She goes to school with me. Her name is Emma. She was raped by a classmate named Paul.” Somehow I suspected. My dick hardened immediately at the confirmation. I made my daughter stroke it while continuing. “She reported it, but nobody believed her. And the school didn’t do anything.” I pulled my cock out and pushed her head into my lap. “Daddy,“ she whimpered, “you promised…” I shoved my cock in her mouth and fucked into her throat with deep slow thrusts. “Say that again,” I said, pulling her mouth off. “She reported it…” she said in between breaths. “But nobody believed her… and the school didn’t do anything….” I pushed her head back down and fucked her pretty dyke mouth some more before giving her a breather and letting her resume. Apparently the mattress was the one Eric raped her on, and Emma swore to carry it around campus as a symbol of injustice. What a dumb cunt. And my daughter was friends with her. “Say it again, baby,“ I growled. “She reported it,” she said quietly. “Nobody believed her and the school didn’t… *gglhugggh*” I shoved her back down on my cock one last time and held her deep til I shot a huge load down her throat. “Don’t worry, baby,” I said, stroking her hair. “Your daddy believes your friend. And we’ll do something about it.” She collapsed in a fetal position, crying and scared of what was going to happen. -- source link