Club Fatale, Pt. 9 - Sex Stories

Club Fatale, Pt. 9

... your life ends today and you can’t wait for it to happen, can you? You’ve dreamed of this for your whole life, eh? You’ve wanted it? You’ve prayed for it?” “Well, let’s get on with it...” “Remove her hood and gag, Evan,” the Commodore said. I could see that his cock was wet, though still erect -- and Emmanuelle was licking her lips. I turned back to the girl and did as I was told. “Daddy...! Oh, god, please, daddy...!” Jacqueline was a vision as she stood there in her sweat-slicked nudity, her tousled black mane dripping almost to her waist. Slender legs and firm thighs, trim waist and swelling breasts. Her welted body called to me and I stared admiringly at the blood dripping from her shoulders and back. As I stared into my daughter’s eyes, I felt my heart twist in my chest. So, the day was finally here. The day that I had dreamed about -- and had nightmares about -- all my life. The path I had embarked upon had led me to this day, to this very moment when everything would change... forever. Full circle. My hand found my daughter’s face and I softly wiped away her tears. “You understand, now, don’t you, baby?” I asked. “You know what I need from you? Don’t you? I always told you that you had a purpose, didn’t I? From the time you were little, remember? What did I tell you?” Jacqueline sniffled. “You said... that I lived for you...” “And you know what that means, now, don’t you, baby?” She bit her lip, nodded. I smiled at Jacqueline, my heart soaring. My lips met hers and ...

... we shared a passionate, incestuous kiss filled with wanting and heartbreak. She kissed me desperately, with a passion I couldn’t have imagined. She pulled back for a bare moment, enough to gasp: “You can’t imagine how much I wanted you, daddy... every day...” Our lips met again and I lost myself inside her. Everything else just ceased to exist. There was only myself and my daughter -- my sweet baby. And then, there was only me. I pulled the knife from the pole and cut her free -- but left her hands tied. Jacqueline cried softly in my arms as I led her to the guillotine. I pushed her softly against the bascule and pivoted her down into place. I slid her forward through the riser and locked the lunette into place -- about her slender neck. I moved across from her, my cock close to her face. My fingers touched the trigger, but I removed them after a moment. “Put your lips on me, baby.” Slowly, reluctantly, my daughter’s lips pressed over the head of my cock. “Take me deep, baby,” I ordered. “Show me what you know of pleasuring a man.” Jacqueline engulfed me with her mouth and struggled to go deep. I aided her -- thrusting forward into her deepest recesses -- and found myself balls deep in her mouth and throat: my little baby’s throat. I rocked back and forth, gaining speed, until I was going all out, skullfucking my daughter on the bascule of a fucking guillotine! I pressed forward, grinding hard, and trapped her head between my hips and the lunette, holding her there tight, ...