Page 45 of Exposed
“What did I tell you about speaking to your father that way?” I snarl.
I spit on her tongue and shove her mouth back. She licks her lips, sucking in my saliva. I turn around and scoot my ass higher on her form until I’m positioned with my face toward the door and my ass sitting on her drenched face. Then I rub my asshole back and forth over her like an infected dog wiping its ass on the carpet. Her small nose tickles my opening.
That is a physical feature she got from her mother. My sweet one doesn’t have my distinctive, curved nose.
I let my full weight rest on top of her. The tip of her nose burrows into my asshole, teasing me. She squirms, suffocating underneath me.
“Such a youthful thing. So vibrant. So full of life,” I say. “I can take that all away from you right now by staying where I am. Suffocating you with my ass.” I squeeze the wound on the head of my cock, then stroke the brittle scars on my length. Pain and pleasure pulse through me, creating a unique friction. The bitch wriggles, and I chuckle to myself. I love having her fighting for her life underneath me.
“I won’t kill you,” I say softly. “Not yet. That’d be too easy for you, my love.”
I lift my ass. She gasps deeply, sucking in as much oxygen as possible. The desperate little twat.
“Stick out your tongue and lick my ass,” I command. “If you do well, I’ll let you cum.”
“Wait—”
I lower myself again, and this time, the eager cunt knows better. She sticks out her tongue, her wet flesh flicking across my ridges, stabbing in and out of my ringed muscle. I groan; the tension dances along my nervous system, every blood vessel expanding with warmth. I beam as I ride her face. There’s nothing quite like forcing a strong woman to tongue-fuck your filthiest hole.
Come to think of it, there are a fewworsethings than being forced to tongue-fuck a stink hole, and with every passing day, I’ll force Violet to do more of these horrid things. No doubt, the bitch will love every second of it.
I lift up. A slight moan slashes through her lips.
“Daddy loves using his precious one like this,” I tease. “Does it feel good knowing I finally want you?” I reach behind me and slap her cheek. She grimaces, her lips open, ready for more. I smirk. “You haven’t been of use to me for decades, but now, I can finally use you however I want.”
“Please—” she cries.
I lower my hips again, resting my ass on her face. I bend forward and rub my finger between her pussy lips. Her sopping need drenches my fingertips.
“Ah, such a whiny thing, and yet your body knows it needs this,” I say wistfully. “If your mother was here, what would she think of you like this? A used-up cunt thrusting her tongue into Daddy’s asshole.”
Violet bucks her hips forward, and I laugh hard. The bitch can deny it, but her cunt knows it wants this. I digmy fingers into her pussy, curling them toward her tender spot.
“Such a filthy fuck hole,” I murmur.
But I wantmore.
I lean down and taste her nasty twat while she’s forced to take my cock in her mouth. Using the crib sides as leverage, I slam my cock down her throat while I lick her dripping folds. She gags, choking on my long length, and I groan as her ripe taste coats my tongue. I suck in every drop. She’s a wanton cunt who needs to be fucked by her father, who getsoffon knowing how wrong it is.
And that fulfills me.
“You, my sweet one, are completely and utterly rotten.” My thumb circles her clit. “You’re filthy.”
She gargles on my length. I keep going harder, deeper,punishingher throat, teaching her that I own her, that she never truly owned herself. Her body has no choice. The bitch doesn’t even use her teeth on me.
All it will take is a few lessons from her dearest father, some conditioning in her brain, a few punishments and rewards, and all of her mental resistances will disintegrate too.
I tear myself off of her, then mount her in the traditional penetrative position, my cock goring her slippery cunt. I drop my mouth against her neck.
“Look at how easy that was,” I growl. Her cunt clenches around me, her velvet walls mashing my cock with her sheath. She moans pitifully, and the wound on the end of my cock jabs her cervix; pain flutters inside of me. I grunt and keep going; the pus must be dabbing her spongy organ with morbid colors.
“I could smell your cunt down the hallway,” I mutter. “Your musky, nasty twat is aroused by the thought of your daddy using your helpless body. Mommy isn’t enough. Daddy needs you; don’t I, sweetness? And you need me too. My slutty cunt of a daughterlikesbeing used by me. Don’t you, cunt?” I bite her earlobe, and her body jerks. The bitch groans. I chuckle. “Keep fighting me; your cunt squeezes Daddy so nicely.” I cup her face. “You love my cock, don’t you, sweet one?”
“No,” she cries. “You’re disgusting!”
I lick her cheek. Salt paints my tongue, mixing with her sour flavor.
“Lies,” I whisper harshly. “All lies.”
