Club Fatale, Pt. 9 - Sex Stories

Club Fatale, Pt. 9

... restrained... dominated. She coughed and spit bubbled out around my cock, dribbled from her lips to stain the stage where her lifeblood would soon follow. I closed my eyes, luxuriating in the feel of my daughter’s raped throat tight around my manhood. I pulled back -- then thrust forward violently, taking her with a swift stroke, feeling her retch and struggle. Another, and another, I gave her. My gaze went to the watchers as I gave my own daughter a skullfucking for the ages. Emmanuelle was mounted on the Commodore’s cock, bouncing high with each stroke. But her eyes -- those eyes that held such an emotional and passionate look of sympathy -- were for me, alone. I gave her a dark smile and watched as she shuttered. It was time, I knew -- the moment. I pulled back from Jacqueline’s throat but left the head pressed to her lips, smearing saliva across her face. Her eyes lifted to me, to watch her father’s pronouncement. I coiled her hair in one hand, held behind her head. “I want you to know, sweet Jacqueline,” I said, “that I always loved you, so very much. You were my little princess, but this is how it has to be... this is how it’s supposed to be. You were always meant for me. I’ll never forget you and the pleasure you’ve given me... even now, baby... even now...” And I threw the trigger. I heard the mighty SWISH of the blade as the sledge descended, felt the CRUNCH through my cock -- and the head came free in my hand. Blood sprayed onto my legs and I stepped back, ...

... thrusting Jacqueline down upon me with both hands -- all the way -- until the head of my cock emerged from the stump of her neck. I cried out and came, spewing semen through Jacqueline’s neck -- to shower on the stage before everyone. As I did, blood spewed from her body and pooled at my feet. I pulled out and turned the head up to me -- slapped my cock upon Jacqueline’s face. “Lick it, girl,” I said. “Pleasure me with your very last moments...” Jacqueline blinked and her tongue moved on the undercarriage of my cock, struggling to obey my final command. I sighed in deep ecstasy. The last bit of my come oozed out onto her face, just beneath her right eye as the very last glimmer of life went out of her and she became still. The audience was as silent as a grave. Only my desperate breathing could be heard. The Commodore sat astonished, as flabbergasted as the other onlookers. After a few long moments, he stood and began clapping. He spoke softly at first, but gradually gained in intensity. “My god, now I think that I have seen it all! How does a man get off so deeply at his own daughter’s demise? I didn’t think that you had it in you, Evan. Really, I didn’t. Who else but I would be capable of such a thing? None of these men has ever been asked to do what you did: to give so much. Others thought that I was crazy to demand it, but I was hopeful that you would prevail, Evan.” I simply looked at him. Memories of my sweet daughter flashed through my head. I looked down at her in my hands. ...