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A Reluctant Daughter 3

... his chest. He was starting to strain from his downward thrusts onto my much shorter frame. I could see his thighs quiver with each push and I knew he would have to stop. He was after all, a forty-year old man. Even if he wanted to he couldnʻt fuck me standing up like this for very long. As he grew fatigued his thrusts became sloppy. After a particular hard shove his cock plopped from my hole. Frustrated and without thinking my father released his hand from my mouth and tried to realign his dick into my pussy, his movements frantic. Then, he suddenly grabbed my hips and shoved me further onto the trunk of the car. My ass hit the metal and I hissed with the pain. At this angle he was in the perfect position to pound into me with full abandon. My heart dropped. “Yeah baby that’s it,” he started. The coldness of the car lay in stark contrast to the warmness between my legs, making me shiver. He used his two hands to spread my legs wide open, allowing him more than enough room to guide his rigid member into my hole, once again pushing into my quivering snatch. With both my legs in his hand propping me against the car he fucked me, shoving all ten inches of his cock deep into my velvety depths. “You like that. You like when daddy takes you like this,” he teased. I could feel his dick lengthening, getting harder with each thrust. I knew he wanted to cum. He was a sick son of a bitch. “You’re a fucking psycho,” I yelled. His head shot up, surprised to hear my voice. “Get out of me. ...

... Stop!” I clenched my hands into fists and pummeled his chest, trying to push him back. He expected it though and easily withstood my punches. He was too strong and with him between me, my two legs high in the air, I had no leverage. He had me right where he wanted me. But still I could use my voice. “Do you like this Dad?” I screamed, trying to get him to stare into my eyes. Instead of hitting him I reached up and cupped his face, forcing his eyes to look into mine. “Do you like violating me like this. You’re a fucking pervert, taking me like this. Are you going to cum in me too? You’re sick.” I hoped my words would get into him, make him realize the fault in his ways, but all it served to do was make him harder. His eyes grew darker and inside me his cock grew longer. He held me open, pumping in and out. Scraping my insides and recklessly pounding into me. The noises of our union echoed throughout the room, his moans were coming out louder and louder. “Oh my god, are my words making you horny?!” I couldn’t believe how sick he was being. He was increasing, giving me more of what I didn’t want. He reached over and brought my body close to his, hugging me against him. My pussy quivered on its own accord, a reluctant orgasm building within me. I didn’t want it, I tried to fight against it. I could feel the heat begin to overwhelm. “My gosh Dad you’re going to make me cum on your cock. You son of a bitch. Get out of me now!” I was growing frantic. My dad only gripped me tighter ...