Raping My Teen Daughter’s Sweet Pussy

Story Excerpt

My wife and I have been divorced for seven years now. We share custody of our beautiful only daughter, Sheila. She’s staying with me for an entire week. It’s summer, and she decides to spend a part of it with me. I’m just glad that even after the divorce, she’s still a daddy’s girl. Hard to believe she’s nineteen now.

I love her so much. But there’s something different about this kind of love I have for my daughter. It’s sickening and twisted, and even I feel disgusted with myself sometimes.

I love Sheila as a father. I do. But I also love her as a man. These conflicting feelings are confusing me, making me detest myself for wanting her. I want to protect her, but I also want to defile her. Taste every inch of her teen body. Mess her up.

Sometimes, I get these awful fantasies about her confined in my basement, tied up, and raped all day and night. By me. Her own father. Until her cunt is overflowing with my cum, and she can’t close her legs anymore. Until her pretty belly starts swelling. Damn it.

Disgusting. I am disgusted by my own thoughts. What’s even more outrageous is how hard her teen body makes me. Her soft skin, sweet scent, and sexy body. Perfect. She’s perfect.

It’s a shame her boyfriend has probably already stolen her virginity from me.

I promised myself I’d never complicate what we have. Never cross a line I shouldn’t. I’m a proper man. A man with morals. I know what’s right and what’s not. I will not betray my daughter.

But it seems fate has another plan for me.

How can a father think of his daughter that way? My own flesh and blood. Am I fucking sick in the head? Perhaps, I am. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be standing in the doorway of her bedroom in the dead of the night. She’s my daughter, yeah, but right now she’s just lying there on her bed, peaceful as an angel, her chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths. It’s her first day staying over, so she must be tired from the trip.

But fuck, that innocence, that vulnerability… it stirs something dark in me, an urge I can’t shake. I want to taste her. Just a little. She won’t know. Once she’s asleep, she doesn’t wake up until morning.