When He was Bad
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
28,864
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Laila
Laila groggily came into his bedroom and it took her a moment to register that he was naked and her friend was naked and unconscious on his bed. As she’d been taking in the scene, he’d shut the door and locked the door. Laila ran over to her friend’s side and began trying to wake her up. She looked down and saw the mixture of blood and clear fluid spilling freely from her friend’s privates. Alarmed, she stood up straight and jerked around to face her father, who was staring at her with his arms crossed. His cock was standing at full attention when he looked at her. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought of this sooner, but little Mandy Harper had opened something up inside of him. Laila took a deep breath and began to back up from her advancing father.
“Daddy, what’s wrong with Mandy…is she dead?” Thinking that was a good question, he reached down and checked Mandy’s pulse, finding it throbbing normally against his fingers.
“No, she’s just passed out from exertion. Help me put her in the floor, will you?” Feeling very scared and not sure what was going on, Laila grabbed her naked friend’s arms and lifted as her dad lifted her legs. They deposited her onto the floor gently and stood back up. Andy Vector smiled softly at his daughter and sighed.
“Good, now she’s out of the way, I want you to take your clothes off.” Laila’s mouth opened in shock.
“You did that to Mandy! You raped my best friend!” Sighing once more, Andy backhanded her across the face hard. Laila’s head whipped to the side with the force of the blow.
“Shut the fuck up, Laila, and stop stating the obvious. Take your clothes off now.” Laila acted as if she was going to take her shirt off, but she surprised him by sprinting across the bed and reaching the door quickly. She undid the lock and yanked the door open. She made it all the way down the stairs until he grabbed her by the hair and flung her up against the wall into their bookcase. She landed with a thud and groaned, tears streaming down her face. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to get up, she was screaming the whole time. He stopped what he was doing, turned around to face her and slapped her hard on the opposite cheek.
“Shut the fuck up, Laila!” Laila stumbled to the side, giving him an opportunity to grab her arms. He flung her down on the floor and made sure that all of the curtains were closed. He stood over her with a glare.
“Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you sweetheart, so do as I say. Take your fucking clothes off now and show daddy that beautiful birthday suit." Crying, Laila pulled her shirt over head, revealing tiny, creamy buds with dark nipples. Andy knelt down and began to massage her tits as she worked to get her pants off.
“Wow, I had no idea how much you were growing, baby. You are so beautiful. Show daddy that pretty pussy of yours.” Once she’d pushed the material over her hips, he took over from there and freed her of the jeans. Andy moved down and spread her legs wide, pinning her to the floor. He used one hand to stroke her dry pussy and push a finger inside of her. Laila cried out at the unwelcome pressure, causing a scowl to cross his face. He mounted his daughter, pushing the tip of his cock into her slightly. She began to scream and sob loudly.
“Daddy don’t, it hurts! Please don’t do this, please!” Sighing, Andy reached for one of the couch pillows and placed it over his daughters face while at the same time shoving roughly into her pussy. Laila was completely dry, where Mandy had been slightly lubed up. Swearing, he pulled out of and spit on her pussy. He began to rub it all over her until he was satisfied she was wet enough to take him. Pressing down more firmly on the pillow, he shoved harder into her, successfully breaking away her thin barrier. Laila began to convulse as Andy began a steady rhythm of pounding in and out of her, pushing further and further into her. He removed the pillow and saw that she’d already passed out. He put his finger in front of her mouth to make sure that she was breathing, which she was, and he picked her hips up for better leverage. Not having to worry about quieting her, he shoved as hard as he could into his daughter’s now bleeding pussy. He wasn’t able to get the last three inches of his cock inside of her as she was too small to take him. He didn’t care much, the fact that he was fucking his daughter…that he’d popped his daughter’s cherry, had him so turned on that he spilled his seed into her rather quickly. Pulling out of her, he smacked her lightly on the cheek.
“Laila, wake up!” Laila opened her eyes slowly and immediately began to cry as the pain came back to her tenfold. Andy growled and nudged her with his foot.
“Get the fuck up…we’ve got to wake up Mandy. I think I want you both one more time before we leave.” Laila stood up shakily and looked at her father with a look of terror.
“Leave?” Andy laughed a sick laugh.
“Well we can’t very well stay here after I fucked Mandy into unconsciousness. Now, we’ll go somewhere where noone knows us and where the three of us can be happy and fuck all we want. Now, let’s go wake her up so we can take a shower together and I can fuck you both again.”
“Daddy, what’s wrong with Mandy…is she dead?” Thinking that was a good question, he reached down and checked Mandy’s pulse, finding it throbbing normally against his fingers.
“No, she’s just passed out from exertion. Help me put her in the floor, will you?” Feeling very scared and not sure what was going on, Laila grabbed her naked friend’s arms and lifted as her dad lifted her legs. They deposited her onto the floor gently and stood back up. Andy Vector smiled softly at his daughter and sighed.
“Good, now she’s out of the way, I want you to take your clothes off.” Laila’s mouth opened in shock.
“You did that to Mandy! You raped my best friend!” Sighing once more, Andy backhanded her across the face hard. Laila’s head whipped to the side with the force of the blow.
“Shut the fuck up, Laila, and stop stating the obvious. Take your clothes off now.” Laila acted as if she was going to take her shirt off, but she surprised him by sprinting across the bed and reaching the door quickly. She undid the lock and yanked the door open. She made it all the way down the stairs until he grabbed her by the hair and flung her up against the wall into their bookcase. She landed with a thud and groaned, tears streaming down her face. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to get up, she was screaming the whole time. He stopped what he was doing, turned around to face her and slapped her hard on the opposite cheek.
“Shut the fuck up, Laila!” Laila stumbled to the side, giving him an opportunity to grab her arms. He flung her down on the floor and made sure that all of the curtains were closed. He stood over her with a glare.
“Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you sweetheart, so do as I say. Take your fucking clothes off now and show daddy that beautiful birthday suit." Crying, Laila pulled her shirt over head, revealing tiny, creamy buds with dark nipples. Andy knelt down and began to massage her tits as she worked to get her pants off.
“Wow, I had no idea how much you were growing, baby. You are so beautiful. Show daddy that pretty pussy of yours.” Once she’d pushed the material over her hips, he took over from there and freed her of the jeans. Andy moved down and spread her legs wide, pinning her to the floor. He used one hand to stroke her dry pussy and push a finger inside of her. Laila cried out at the unwelcome pressure, causing a scowl to cross his face. He mounted his daughter, pushing the tip of his cock into her slightly. She began to scream and sob loudly.
“Daddy don’t, it hurts! Please don’t do this, please!” Sighing, Andy reached for one of the couch pillows and placed it over his daughters face while at the same time shoving roughly into her pussy. Laila was completely dry, where Mandy had been slightly lubed up. Swearing, he pulled out of and spit on her pussy. He began to rub it all over her until he was satisfied she was wet enough to take him. Pressing down more firmly on the pillow, he shoved harder into her, successfully breaking away her thin barrier. Laila began to convulse as Andy began a steady rhythm of pounding in and out of her, pushing further and further into her. He removed the pillow and saw that she’d already passed out. He put his finger in front of her mouth to make sure that she was breathing, which she was, and he picked her hips up for better leverage. Not having to worry about quieting her, he shoved as hard as he could into his daughter’s now bleeding pussy. He wasn’t able to get the last three inches of his cock inside of her as she was too small to take him. He didn’t care much, the fact that he was fucking his daughter…that he’d popped his daughter’s cherry, had him so turned on that he spilled his seed into her rather quickly. Pulling out of her, he smacked her lightly on the cheek.
“Laila, wake up!” Laila opened her eyes slowly and immediately began to cry as the pain came back to her tenfold. Andy growled and nudged her with his foot.
“Get the fuck up…we’ve got to wake up Mandy. I think I want you both one more time before we leave.” Laila stood up shakily and looked at her father with a look of terror.
“Leave?” Andy laughed a sick laugh.
“Well we can’t very well stay here after I fucked Mandy into unconsciousness. Now, we’ll go somewhere where noone knows us and where the three of us can be happy and fuck all we want. Now, let’s go wake her up so we can take a shower together and I can fuck you both again.”