An Increasingly Absurd Series of Wagers

An Increasingly Absurd Series of Wagers

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Bertrand stood in the doorway looking into his daughter’s bedroom, at the two girls sleeping on the bed. His daughter Sienna and her best friend Taylor. The two girls lay naked, half-embracing each other. A smattering of bruises punctuated each girl’s body. Their faces and pelvises still had the sheen of sex on them. How had this happened?

How had he gone, in one night, from being an ordinary father of an ordinary daughter to being the temporary owner of two incredibly beautiful, actual literal sex slaves? And one of them that very same “ordinary” daughter no less.

It was absurd.

But it happened.

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It was the day after the last day of their senior year. The summer before they would be going off to become Freshmen at State U. The girls had slept over at Taylor’s house the night before, and now were coming to stay over at Sienna’s house—his house. They got in about 8PM, his petite blonde daughter and her tall brunette friend giggling about some joke, then immediately straightening up and getting quiet when the door shut. They looked over at Bertrand sitting on his chair watching them. “Hey girls!” he said, “What’s funny?”

The two girls burst out laughing, and Sienna exclaimed, “We really can’t tell you Dad, sorry!” as she walked past him to the hallway. He stole a glance at her toned legs as she passed, right where they joined with her tiny shorts. He then glanced back forward, saw Taylor and her low-cut crop top looking directly at him, and immediately flipped his gaze over to a picture on the wall, hoping Taylor hadn’t noticed what he’d been looking at. Either time.

Taylor opened the fridge and rummaged around. “Help yourself…” Bertrand quipped, to which she replied “Always do!”

The sound of the shower could be heard running in the bathroom down the hall. Bertrand wondered if the girls were planning on going back out as he imagined his girl stripping and entering the tub, the water attacking her breasts, her hips…

“Hey,” said Taylor, close to his ear. He jumped.

She moved forward more directly in front of him. She glanced back towards the hallway, bit her lip cutely, then addressed him again. “Listen, you know Sienna and I are…”

“Are?”

“Are fucking,” she said a little tersely. “I just want you to know, back at my place I ate her out and she started to do the same to me but she stopped before I finished, she likes to tease, and I’ve been trying to keep it cool but I really need to cum. I was wondering if you could help me?”

As she said this, as he sat there frozen in shock, she was not hesitating to push her crop top up over her tits and slowly crawl from her bent over position, forward towards his face, her legs straddling his.

“Uh, this is…”

He obviously should have said no, perhaps physically pushed her away. But this isn’t a story about a guy with much self control.

“This is…” he repeated again as she listened, hanging on every word, moving to straddle the dick trapped in his pants.

“Won’t she… be back?” he asked finally.

“We’ll know when she’s finished, the shower will stop,” she breathed once she knew he wasn’t going to stop her, and at the same time immediately started humping his cock, putting her tits right in his face.

Absurd!

He leaned back for a minute or two, keeping his hands off, but she was clearly not going to stop and eventually, his hand “found it’s way” to her ass—her skirt didn’t keep him away from it at all—and his lips decided, you know, of their own accord, to begin kissing her nipples.

She smiled and moaned in his ear and kept wiggling on his lap, working on her orgasm.

He began to wonder if he’d be able to keep himself from making a mess in his pants when she suddenly stopped and raised herself up. He didn’t think she’d had her orgasm yet, she never tensed up.

Still straddling him, her shirt still pulled up over her boobs, she was looking past him at the hallway grinning. The shower was still running so what was she looking at? He twisted his head around in a panic, having a horrible foreboding.

There stood his daughter still wearing the same clothes she’d been wearing, perfectly dry, with her eyes arched, her mouth open a little. She was speechless, but did not look terribly surprised.

Taylor said from atop him, “Told ya! You lose!”

His daughter now grinned. “Fuuuuck, I should have fucking known!” The two girls laughed together.

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From his seated position beneath Taylor’s very desirable and bare torso, he looked back and forth between the girls, mouth agape. “Wh… wh… what’s going on?”

Taylor now climbed off of him, explaining as she did so, “We just made a bet. I thought I could get you to let me go to town on you like that, and she bet I couldn’t. I knew I was right, you’re a dude, simple as that.”

Sienna laughed again, “But he’s my fucking dad Taylor!”

“Yep, you’re dad’s a dude!” Taylor still had not replaced her shirt. “Pay up!”

Sienna sighed and rolled her eyes. “Oh goddamn it!”

Taylor laughed, “You better do it!”

“Okay okay,” Sienna took several quick breaths for some reason, then visibly calmed herself down. Bertrand wanted to somehow hide inside the chair he was sitting in.

Sienna now turned decisively towards her dad. “I lost the bet,” she said, “So now you have to spank me.”

Bertrand turned red. “What? No, Sienna I don’t want to… I mean, Taylor I’m sorry for what I… I mean… what?”

“Uh, Bertie?” she called him by a name no one ever called him. “You know I liked it. Spank the girl!”

“Yeah,” regretful and amused at the same time, Sienna continued, “Yeah, I gotta pay up Dad. Don’t leave me hanging okay? Just spank me and then you’ll… be done… spanking me?”

She and Taylor glanced at each other and laughed again.

He had never spanked his daughter for any reason. His erect cock was becoming more erect thinking about it. Could he stand up without this being blatantly obvious? Was it not already?

“I don’t believe in spanking but… if you’re really asking me too, I can… well I mean… how do we want to do this?”

His daughter closed her eyes, steeling herself, embarrassed, “Just take off your belt and I’ll bend over and you can hit me, ten times okay Dad?”

“Okay,” he said. “Because you asked me to,” he said. He started undoing his belt.

Sienna glanced again at Taylor, laughed, quietly said “Oh shit,” and began turning around, showing him the backs of her legs, the ass of her tiny shorts.

Taylor gave him a thumbs up and winked. “Fucking good for you Mr. C!” Back to her normal name for him. “Supporting your little girl in her time of need!”

“Shut the fuck up” Sienna laughed, and put her hands down on the coffee table.

Bertrand could barely understand that he was walking towards his daughter now with the intention to hurt her. Hurt her ass. Because she begged him to.

Just as he was approaching the place where he’d be standing for this, his daughter suddenly reached up to her shorts and pulled them down. Before he knew it he was looking at her bare ass.

“Just do it Dad just do it!” Sienna now said from her position leaning over the coffee table. “Go!” she said.

And he did it. Ten swats with the belt on his daughter’s beautiful ass. She waved around and yelped and did everything he’d imagined a girl would do when being spanked, and he loved every second of it of course. Taylor cheered both of them on with every hit.

Once he had hit her the eleventh time (Taylor had insisted on “one to grow on”, even though this was not a birthday spanking) his daughter rose, tears on her face. Stepping out of her shorts, she didn’t say anything to him. She just said to Taylor, “I told you! You lose.”

Taylor was still grinning as she had been throughout the ordeal, and now it was her turn to erupt with an amused and despairing, “Fuuuuck!”

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He stood dumbly with belt still in hand, watching topless Taylor walk over to the chair he’d just been sitting in a few minutes ago. She plopped down on it.

“So uhh,” he said. “You girls made another bet?”

“Yeah Dad, I bet if she could get you into that little stripperella situation she had you in, then I could probably get you to spank my bare ass. And I was right!”

He looked at the belt in his hand as though it was the first time he had noticed it was there.

“So now Taylor gets to pay up!” Sienna said in delight, rubbing her own spanked ass as she did so.

“You really gonna make me?” said Taylor laughing, and Sienna yelled in amusement, “Bitch, you saw what I just went through, you better not back out!”

Taylor closed her eyes, gathering herself. Then smiled, looked up at Bertrand sweetly, laid back in her chair, stretched her arms up to grasp it behind her head, stretching her bare tits upwards as she did so. She made a pouty face and said, snickering as she finished the words, “Will you pwease spank my widdle titties Daddy?”

Bertrand looked at the floor, his hand on his forehead. “I’m sorry, what?” he asked, as though he hadn’t understood.

“Mr C! Spank my tits! I’m fucking serious!”

From his other side, Sienna asked, excited, “Are you gonna do it Dad? Are you gonna spank Taylor’s titties?”

They both seemed highly amused by all this, even as Taylor was clearly bracing for an unpleasant experience.

Bertrand said, ignoring his daughter, “I think maybe I should call your dad and you should go home.”

Taylor’s eyes went wide. “My Dad? He doesn’t give a fuck, who do you think did this?” She gestured towards her tits, inviting him to give them a closer look. He obliged. He hadn’t noticed before because his mind had been elsewhere but now that she pointed them out he could see the marks. “Your dad… your dad… hits you?”

“Yeah but only when I’ve been really,” her voice dropped to a sultry tone, “really bad Mr C.” Then she chuckled. “I’m just fucking with you, I let Sienna do this to me as an experiment. I kinda hated it to be honest. Now hit em!”

Sienna chimed in again. “C’mon dad, decision time, are you gonna do it?”

Taylor braced herself, and said, “Yeah, I really do want you to Mr. C. It’s gonna hurt but I owe it to Sienna. This was the bet. And uh… you’re not… supposed… to hold back….”

“Okay,” said Bertrand. To himself he kept repeating, “They’re adults now. They’re adults now. They’re asking for it literally. It’s okay.”

Taylor grinned yet looked scared at the same time. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he repeated.

“Okay!” she said, and as he raised the belt she flinched and looked away.

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When he hit her tits the first time with his belt, he immediately knew he’d found an activity he was very fond of. Her tits bounced. Then her hips bounced as she reacted. Then her eyes looked like she had witnessed the wonder of creation. Then she howled. He saw it all in slow motion and could not believe his good fortune in realizing he was going to be witness to this very scene ten more times.

He raised the belt again, and she flinched and looked away this time her face scrunched up in a new way because of her knowledge of what this was going to feel like. Her legs raised up as though to protect her from the blow but she didn’t allow them to get in the way. And he lowered the belt into its second blow and watched the beautiful scene unfold yet again.

After the third hit, with tears streaming down Taylor’s face and her no longer smiling at all—but continuing to willingly lay there and take the blows—Sienna suddenly interrupted. Walking into his field of view, he could see that whereas Taylor was topless, wearing a skirt, his daughter remained bottomless, while wearing a shirt. “Uh Dad I have to stop you for a second,”

Taylor said in a moment of relief, “You’re damn right you do!”

Bertrand asked, “Is everything okay? Is the bet over?”

Taylor laughed even in her pained state. Sienna chuckled ruefully. “Uh no, it’s still going. Thing is, after I bet I could get you to spank my ass, she bet that if I could do that, she could get you to spank her tits. And well, you did so…”

“So you lose bitch!” Taylor said breathing through her continued pain, now back to smiling. She then pointedly spread her legs.

“So uh, Daddy, I have to ask you. Can I please um. CanIpleaseeatTayloroutwhileyouspankher?”

For the umpteenth time Bertrand could only respond, “wwwwhat?”

“That’s what I have to do for losing the bet. You keep spanking her tits, but I eat her out while you do and uh, you spank my ass too.”

He stood there imagining this scenario for quite some time, almost forgetting he was being asked to make it a reality. Watching his own daughter engage in sex with another woman, this was not on his bingo card for the day. For his life. He was hesitating.”

Taylor sneered, “See, he’s not gonna let you.”

Sienna made puppy dog eyes. “Please can I eat her out and please will you spank me again too?”

Bertrand asked her, “Is that what you really want?”

“No, not at all, Dad,” said Sienna, “But I owe her. So please let me do it?”

She got down on her hands and knees, facing towards Taylor’s pussy.

Bertrand sighed. “Okay, you can eat your friend out while I spank her tits and your ass.”

Sienna’s head dropped. “Thanks dad,” she said in an ambiguous tone, and moved into position.

So he finished seven more blows against Taylor’s tits, switching occasaionally to whip his daughter’s beautiful buttocks while she licked Taylor’s clitoris. And once he was finished with the eleven blows to the tits, he simply concentrated on hurting his daughter while she moaned and whined and wiggled, maintaining contact with Taylor’s pussy all the while. A trooper, she kept it up for several blows before lifting her head up interrupting Taylor’s ecstatic voyage towards orgasm and her father’s clear lack of concern for the wellbeing of her ass. She locked eyes with Taylor, and smiled coyly. Taylor grinned and whispered, “Shiiit.”

Sienna said quietly to her friend, “You lose.”

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Of course that had been another bet. Sienna had bet that if Taylor could get Dad to whip her tits, then Sienna could surely get him to watch her eat her girlfriend out. And she was right, and Taylor lost and had to pay up.

This is why he now had his dick in her mouth.

“No splooging!” the two girls had said in unison, laughing, several times, once he agreed. (“She’s an adult. She can make her own decisions.” The voice in his head letting him do things.)

He was to hold his hard dick in Taylor’s mouth while Sienna continued eating her out. He was to keep it in there until Taylor came.

Taylor wasn’t offering a blowjob exactly. He was just supposed to hold it there, and she wasn’t going to be intentionally doing anything to it. But she was being eaten out. Movements happen. And even aside from that, Taylor’s tongue could hardly be expected to literally just stay in one place the whole time.

So he was having a hard time avoiding squirting himself inside her mouth. In fact, as Taylor moaned her pleasure into his dick, he finally had to pull out. Taylor looked up, “What’s wrong?”

“I…” he started but before he could answer Sienna looked up from her position on the ottoman at Taylor’s pussy. “Probably not deep enough,” she laughed and Taylor grinned, “Fuck you Sienna keep eating!”

“Uh, that wasn’t…” he began again but this time Taylor interrupted him. “Here I have an idea,” and she started scooting downwards, pushing Sienna in the same direction as she did so. Eventually, she had scooted all the way off the chair, and was now laying her back on the ottoman, her legs holding her pussy up in the air, her head hanging off the other side. As Sienna kept eating out her friend Taylor lowered her head, so that her neck was now bent backwards over the edge of the ottoman. “This will make more room,” she said, “Come on back in Mr. C.”

He said, out loud, “Oh my God.”

“It’s okay, put it in as far as you can and just hold it there okay.”

“Do you have… experience with this?”

The girls giggled. “I’ve been uh, practicing. Not with a real dick though. You’re my first.”

He hesitated. “You’re fucking with me again right?” She laughed and nodded, then said again, “Come on get in here!”

He did it. He stuck his dick in the upside down girl’s mouth, then began pushing it into her throat. She claimed experience, but clearly needed more.

He loved that.

She choked and slobbered and occasionally resisted with her hands but he resolutely followed her instructions, just holding his dick in place. Taylor began bucking up and down and he wondered if he maybe should let up, if he was suffocating her, or was she having an orgasm?

She began violently slapping at his legs and he finally broke out of his quasi-murderous failure to care, and withdrew. She immediately turned over, Sienna falling away from her pussy, and coughed and sputtered, huge amounts of saliva and mucous falling to the floor.

“Okay,” she said weakly, “maybe not enough practice… maybe not big enough dicks… Anyway, Sienna, you lose.”

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From her position also on the floor, Sienna muttered, her mouth still recovering from her arduous cunnilingual efforts, “Yeah I know.”

Taylor, having cleared herself, rolled back over and got back up on the chair, spreading her legs once again. She still hadn’t had her orgasm. Sienna sighed and crawled forward to meet her friend’s pussy, and as she did so she explained the next payment to her Dad. “So Dad, this is just… It’s kind of gross but just do it okay?”

“What do you have in mind,” he asked. There was almost no point in pretending a lack of interest or at least curiosity by now.

“So, you’re gonna, you’re gonna cum on my ass okay?”

“Mmhmm.” Noncommital.

“Not in my ass, got it? On my ass. You’re goinna kinda, rub your dick across my asshole while I keep eating out Taylor, and you’re gonna cum whenever you want, and put your,” here she made an ew face, “splooge… wherever it lands.”

“That’s insane.”

Taylor laughed. “Mr C! You just fucking deepthroated me!”

“Yeah but this is… Sienna, you’re my daughter.”

“Yeah, I fucking know, but now that Taylor got you to… kind of… fuck her face, I have to let you at least hump my asshole. That’s the rule, that’s what I agreed to.”

He pointed to himself. “Dad.” He pointed to her. “Daughter.”

She huffed as Taylor laughed again. “Dad! You’re not listening. We’re not going to fuck. You’re just going to like… use my skin okay? You know you want to get your cum all over the place, just get it on me this time okay?”

He rolled his head around several times. This really was insane.

And finally, he walked over to her.

“WOOOOW”! said Taylor.

Relieved, Sienna said, “Thank you Daddy,” and began going to work once again on her friend’s pussy.

And he knelt down, and placed his naked hard dick between the cracks of his daughter’s ass.

---

For a long while he masturbated on his daughter. He in fact intentionally withheld his orgasm to make this last as long as possible. He felt it may be the only time anything like this ever happened to him. He wanted to savor it.

Taylor, between her grunts and moans of pleasure, cried out at one point, “Sienna are you edging me you asshole? I was almost there!”

Sienna said, muffled by the pussy in her mouth, “I mgght bbvv.” And laughed into the pussy.

He felt he may not last more than a minute longer, finally. He watched his dick go up and down in his daughter’s asscrack. He watched his dick cover and uncover her petite little asshole. He could see part of her pretty little pussy when he backed away on occasion. He so desperately wanted to enter that pussy right now, but he knew how wrong that would be.

Her little asshole kept peeking at him from behind his dick.

He was very close to coming. And a thought entered his mind, “This may be your only chance. Don’t waste it.”

He tried to ignore it but there was that perfect little asshole constantly looking up at him.

Just before he came, he backed off for just a second. He then adjusted his position. He placed his dick now, pointing right at his daughter’s ass rather than up along its crack. He didn’t pause at all, part of him knew he couldn’t do this if he hesitated.

He glanced up for just a second as he began pushing, to see Taylor, still moaning, grinning as she watched, seeing exactly what he was doing. She winked.

He penetrated his daughter Sienna’s asshole.

Sienna squealed and started to move away. He held her in place—and Taylor held her by the hair.

From her friend’s pussy Sienna yelled, “No no, that’s not what you’re supposed to do, Taylor let go of me.”

He felt guilty. He felt himself turning red. He felt his dick just barely start to go soft. He was determined not to let that happen. He thought sexy thoughts. He continued raping his daughter’s ass.

He heard her start to sob, “Daddy, stop? That’s not the game,” and this time, as guilty as he felt, his dick got harder. He was in the right mindset.

He kept it up as Sienna apparently gave up her protests and kind of went limp—but also resumed, perhaps less enthusiastically, the eating of Taylor’s pussy.

When he came in his daughter’s ass, looked like she was just about to finally have one as well.

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But as he pulled out, beginning to really realize the enormity of what he had just done, Sienna ripped herself away from Taylor's pussy, and sat up, arms folded across her chest, hunched over a little, sobbing. She didn’t look at him, she looked at her friend. “I guess I fucking win,” she said, and got up. Then to her dad, she said quietly, perhaps somewhat ironically on accident, “Asshole.” And she stomped to her room.

After a few seconds Taylor asked, trembling from her frustrated nearness to orgasm, “Can you get me some water? Or like, kool-aid!”

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He ignored Taylor and walked—still, unthinkingly, naked below his shirt—over to his daughter’s door. He knocked softly.

“What? Go away!”

He said, “I think we need to talk.”

“Do we though? Do we?”

But after a second, she said angrily. “You know what, actually come on in asshole.”

He opened her door. Dad and daughter were both still bottomless. Daughter was sobbing on her bed. Dad gingerly sat down on the bed fairly far away from her. He let her cry softy for a few minutes.

“I bet Taylor… I bet her that if she could get you to put your dick in her mouth like that, I could probably get you to hump me from behind. So I wouldn’t have to watch. And then I said…” she teared up again. “I said… I said if I got you to do that then fuck, with all the shit going on prior, you’d probably end up raping me. And Taylor was like, ‘should I hold you to that?’ And I… you know what? Daddy? I knew you would rape me. I just knew it. And so I said yes. I didn’t want you to but I knew you would.”

He didn’t know what to say.

“I knew if I got myself into that situation that you’d end up raping my asshole. Which fucking HURTS by the way.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

She just made a sound like “psshh.” Then continued.

“I’ve actually kind of thought I might want to fuck you for a while now, Daddy, did you know that?”

“I did not,” he said, both mortified and happy to hear this.

“Yeah…” she sniffled, “But not like that.”

He sat silently.

Eventually, Taylor tiptoed in. Her legs were twitching and Bertrand realized that contrary to his expectation, she had not taken care of her own orgasm when he left her there in the living room.

“Got my own Kool-aid,” she said. “Sienna are you okay?”

Sienna sniffled again. “Do I look okay?”

Taylor frowned. “Does it help, though, that I have to pay up now?”

Sienna didn’t say anything for several seconds. Then, clearly despite her efforts not to show it, she grinned slightly while continuing to sniff up her tears. She nodded. “Yeah. Yeah kinda.”

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That’s how, several minutes later, Taylor was eating his asshole while he ate his daughter’s pussy. He, a slightly fat, hairy balding forty four year old man had a smoking hot eighteen year old girl eating his asshole. While he was simultaneously licking his extremely pretty eighteen year old daughter’s clitoris.

He hadn’t even needed convincing for any of this. He was a little mad at Taylor for the way she seemed to treat Sienna’s trauma—which, admittedly, he had imposed on her—so blithely. And he was feeling very guilty towards Sienna and wanted to soothe her in any way he could. If the bitch Taylor was going to volunteer to do something so disgusting as to lick and make out with his asshole, who was he to stop her. And if she asked him to eat out his daughter while she did it, and if his daughter was willing, why shouldn’t he go for it?

His daughter had him hard by the hair and he was feeling like he might cum just from the sensations Taylor was giving him in his anal sphincter. It helped that her chin kept rubbing up against his balls all the while. He still couldn’t believe the taste, the smell he was currently experiencing was not just any pretty girl pussy—it was his daughter’s pretty girl pussy. That contributed mightily to his feeling that he might just squirt it right then and there.

Then his daughter pulled his hair super extra hard, which he actually did not enjoy one bit and even made him a little soft. But then he realized what was happening. Her legs now tightly wrapped around his head. Her body shaking up and down. Her face making a weird wide-open-mouthed grin. He was making his daughter orgasm. He desperately renewed his licking and his dick got super hard once again. He felt love for his daughter flow from his pelvis, through his body, out of his mouth and into his daughter’s pussy.

She finally relaxed, and on hearing this relaxation, Taylor finally withdrew from his ass. “Oh god, oh god, that was disgusting,” she grimaced from behind him, trying to spit the taste of him out onto the carpet.

“I win though!” she then said.

---

Clearly it was an incredibly long and arcane agreement these two girls had made prior to the night’s events.

“So Mr. C., I bet that if you would go so far as to,” and here she paused for emphasis, grinning, “RAPE your own DAUGHTER,” and she rolled her eyes. “Then you’d have no problem with me willingly, ‘willingly’, yuck, eating your ass, and I said you’d probably be down to eat her out, you’d probably feel guilty or something.”

Sienna said, curled up on the bed, “I uh, I thought you wouldn’t. I thought since you’d raped me you wouldn’t feel like doing anything nice to me, you’d probably just want to get away. I thought you were that kind of asshole. You’re still some kind of asshole though,” she said, seriously, yet intentionally cutely.

“And I was right on all counts,” crowed Taylor. “So now Sienna has to really really fucking pay up.”

Sienna sighed. “Oh my god. I really didn’t think it would get this far. I thought he’d rape me and be done with us. Lol?” She said “lol” out loud.

“Lol indeed,” Taylor intoned as Sienna got up off the bed, went to her closet and opened it up. She pulled out a riding crop. She brought it over to Bertrand. She handed it to him. She closed her eyes, and exhaled. “This is for my pussy,” she said.

He stared at it. “To like, insert…”

Sienna rolled her eyes and Taylor chuckled. “What are you dad, like nine years old? It’s a fucking riding crop. You hit girls with it.”

The picture snapped into place.

“You’re… your vagina?!” he asked, vaguely horrified.

“No, my pussy Jesus dad,” Sienna grinned in a pissed off sort of way. “You’re going to hit my pussy with that thing. Don’t think about it, just do it. This is what I owe for being wrong about you.” Sienna promptly, businesslike, laid back down on her bed, flat, and spread her naked legs open, and lifted her pelvis up in the air.

Taylor meanwhile, walked to a position next to Sienna, by her side, standing over her. Holding Bertrand’s belt. “You’re on her pussy, I’m on her tits,” she said, and didn’t even wait. She simply started hitting Sienna’s tits with her father’s belt.

“Wait wait,” he said. “Are you sure?”

Taylor kept going at it, and in between cries and struggles to maintain her position Sienna said, “Dad I’m sure, fucking it my pussy!”

He was prolonging her agony by delaying, he knew, but after having literally raped her he felt he had to be careful here. “You’re going to enjoy it?”

“DAD. Do I look like.” (A thwack to her tits, an “AAAAA” from her throat.) “I fucking.” (Thwack, AAAA). “ENJOY this?” (Thwack. AAAA.) “Just do it!”

He did it. He hit his daughter’s pussy with the riding crop. Taylor said after the first hit, “Harder Mr C, make it count or it doesn’t… you know, count,” and she went back to work on Sienna’s tits.

So between the two of them they managed to make all of her sensitive parts feel like burning bloody hell. She didn’t maintain her composure either, after just a few hits to her pussy she collapsed and rolled up into a ball. Bertrand just stood there, ready to halt at any time, but Taylor impatiently rolled her back over and manually spread her legs back out. Sienna nodded, looking like she was somewhere else, and Taylor nodded back. Sienna took her position again, and they both went back to thwack town on her.

Eight hits on her pussy and she collapsed again. Taylor yelled “Just two more!” and Sienna managed to get back into position on her own. Taylor grinned at Bertrand, then looked down at his erection. “He likes it, he really likes it,” she said to Sienna, who didn’t acknowledge this and simply waited for the final two blows. Taylor went back to hitting Sienna’s tits.

Finally it was over. Sienna now curled up and dove under the covers, weeping in pain. Taylor nonchalantly sat. Bertrand went towards the ball of blankets that contained his daughter but Taylor tutted him away. “You have to just leave her alone when she’s like this.”

While Sienna recovered, Bertrand felt he was finally catching on. “So let me guess, you just lost a bet.”

Taylor sighed and grinned. “Yeah, I did.”

“So what do you have to do now?” he asked.

She looked at him but also past him. “It’s kind of complicated. You’ll see. I can’t really tell you.” She then spun her seat around and started fucking around on her phone. So Bertrand sat and waited.

---

After some time, Sienna’s cries had died down to soft sniffles. Taylor whirled back around, “You done?”

A segment of the blanket Sienna was under moved back and forth. She was nodding, but it wasn’t clear which way.

Taylor got up and moved the blanket away from Sienna’s face. “Is that a yes or no?”

Sienna nodded up and down. “Yeah. That was intense. Fucking ouch Dad.”

Was he supposed to feel guilty? Taylor turned and grinned at him. Bertrand said, awkwardly, “Fucking ouch Taylor too, though.”

Taylor guffawed.

Then she motioned him over to the bed. Way past any kind of resistance, he just went over. She took his hand and guided him onto it, motioning for him to lay in the middle of the bed. She then stretched out and laid down next to him, and on the other side of him, Sienna, who had watched this all quietly, also stretched out and laid naked next to her dad.

The girls began touching him. “Dad,” said Sienna. “Seriously do not splooge okay?”

Dad shuddered. “Okay.”

The girls now began licking his nipples simultaneously. Taylor then reached down and began rubbing his dick.

Sienna then reached down, smiling up at him and Taylor, and began rubbing his balls.

“Tell us if you’re about to cum, you really can’t cum right now okay?” Sienna said again. He agreed.

For who knows how long they teased him like this, and he true to his word told them when to stop. They would stop, let him recover for a few seconds or a minute, then start up again.

Sienna whispered in his ear, he could hear the grin in her voice. “Did you enjoy raping me asshole?” He answered truthfully, “Yes.”

Taylor whispered next, also grinning, “Do you enjoy hurting little girls?” To which he responded, “You are adults.” The girls chuckled. “True,” said Taylor out loud.

Eventually, slowly, they stopped teasing him. They laid on his shoulder and idly played with his chest while falling asleep. He simply lay there, newly enamored with his lovely daughter and her beautiful friend.

Taylor fell asleep first. Sienna said quietly, “I can’t sleep, I’m gonna go shower, for real this time, and maybe watch some TV.” She then kissed his nipple one more time, which made him jolt with pleasure. He grabbed her hand and she looked down at him seeming a little annoyed.

He asked her, “Do you… like… doing things with me?”

She considered her words. “Dad, don’t take this too seriously. It’s a game, okay?”

He didn’t really understand. But he said, “Okay.”

Then she seemed to look at the wall opposite her. "A game but, you really did rape me dad. You're a rapist now."

He let her hand go. Queitly he said again, "Okay."

And he was left on the bed next to Taylor’s sleeping figure. She had her back turned to him. How could he pass up the opportunity? He spooned her sleeping form.

He tried to fall asleep but couldn’t stop being viscerally aware of the beautiful girl in his arms, his constantly erect dick touching her ass.

Gently, slowly, desperately hoping not to wake her, but desperately wishing to gratify himself, he began moving his dick up and down, across her ass and her lower back, slowly slowly humping this beautiful girl’s body.

He couldn’t stay gentle enough for long of course. As he trembled, trying to keep himself from cumming on her, his jerky movements shook her awake. She turned her face towards him, half grinning. “What are you up to Mr C?”

Hearing her voice and seeing her beautiful lips make words, he now moved from trying to gently hump her to grabbing her shoulder and pulling her over onto her back. “Hey whoa!” said Taylor before he forced a deep kiss on her.

She kissed him back, or tried to, for several seconds, before grimacing and trying to pull he trapped face away. Difficult because he had it wedged so hard into the pillow by his forceful Frenching.

But as he felt her pulling away he backed off slightly—but only to scoot into position. He used his legs to pull her legs apart, to spread them out.

She began to realize what was probably about to happen. She got a serious look on her face. “Okay wait look, this is just a game that went too far.”

Her beautiful look of desperation only turned him on even more. He was starting to realize what kind of person he was.

“Just a game that went too far?” he asked.

“Uh yeah, uh, could you move your dick, away from my pussy maybe, Mr C?” she asked. He had to admit he loved it when she called him that.

He loved it so much he started pushing his dick inwards, shoving it up against her labia. She hissed sharply and shuddered. “Wait wait, I really really don’t want this Mr. C. I am telling you no.”

“I can hear you,” he muttered as he slowly pushed harder. He was making it last.

She began to form tears and her face squeezed into a helpless grimace. “Mr. C.” she squeaked, “Please don’t?”

He penetrated. She released a long, moaning, “Nooooohohohooooo”

He pulled out and penetrated again. She inhaled sharply. “It hurts Mr. C.”

“I’m glad,” he said, and began pumping.

She went limp and tried her best to let it happen. She kept her eyes on his eyes the whole time though. She spoke up at one point as he continued using her pussy like a fleshlight. “I thought it was over, I feel like it was so close. We were asleep.”

He paused, not sure exactly what to make of this, but commented, “I couldn’t sleep,” and once again began pumping into her, this time going for cruelly hard pumps, imagining himself reaching her cervix. He’d read somewhere that wasn’t really a thing but from her pained squeaks he wasn’t so sure.

He finally felt his orgasm coming, and felt his rhythm change as a result. She felt it too. She continued making eye contact, and now she said, “Okay, no no, you can stop now, you don’t have to come inside me. I’ll suck you off.”

His thrusts involuntarily became quick, shuddering quakes.

She stopped being limp and started pushing against him, raising her knees to try to grasp his body and move it out of her pussy, obviously to no avail. She cried, “I don’t want this I don’t want this” as he grunted loudly and with a final shove started pumping his semen inside this girl’s womb.

He collapsed on top of her and enjoyed feeling her body move with her sobs.

Softly, from the doorway, came Sienna’s voice. Somberly, she intoned, “You win Taylor.”

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He wasn’t even surprised anymore. He just stayed on top of Taylor, thinking about how perhaps his daughter had just watched him rape her friend—and if so, clearly had done nothing to stop it.

He presently turned his head a little to face more towards her and asked, “And so what do you fucking win, Sienna?”

Taylor from underneath him, said “Please get off of me.”

He went ahead and got off of her.

She sat up and curled her hands around her knees. “I can feel your cum leaking out of my pussy Mr. C. That’s disgusting. It hurts.”

He couldn’t, for some reason, feel guilty this time. What the fuck had happened to him tonight. He simply said, in a lightly sarcastic tone, “Okay?”

She sighed and put her head down. "And I thought I might at least cum, I know girls cum when they're being raped sometimes, but nope."

Sienna sat on the bed and spoke up now. "Dad, I knew you would rape me in the ass but I really didn’t think you’d rape her, anyone, for real, like in the actual pussy. Like what if she gets pregnant dad?”

Bertrand, alarmed, said “Wait aren’t you on birth control?”

Taylor raised her voice. “Of course I fucking am, but you didn’t know that.”

He muttered. “I assumed it.”

“You can’t assume shit like that. Anyway, your daughter, despite thinking you’d be capable of all kinds of shit, still had some kind of weird faith in you. Even if she got you to fuck her asshole without her actual permission and hit her pussy with a crop and whatever, she still somehow thought given the chance you wouldn’t rape me given the chance. Not in the pussy. But I knew. I fucking hated proving it but I knew.”

He once again didn’t, for some reason, feel any reason to apologise or protest. He just said his slightly sarcastic “Okay?” again.

Then he asked again, “So what is your payment Sienna?”

Taylor scoffed. “Wow.”

Sienna put her hand on her friend’s hair, comforting her. “Well… Dad… I…”

He waited.

She said to Taylor, “I don’t know if I can say it.”

Taylor, still curled up in post-rape sitting up fetal position, yelled now. “You better fucking say it after all that.”

Sienna literally visibly gulped and nodded. “I know.” Then she turned to Bertrand. “So, Daddy, I’m uh. I’m your sex slave now. From now until when college starts. So for the summer. I will literally do absolutely anything you say. There’s um. There’s no limits. No um.”

She looked again at Taylor.

“No safewords.” Her voice caught in her throat as she saw her dad’s dick once again moving, stiffening.

“So um Daddy?” she asked obediently. “What’s your first, um, command? For me?”

He paused but he knew exactly what he wanted to see. Looking at Taylor, he said to Sienna, “Comfort your friend.”

She hesitated, an unspoken question. “Like…?”

He nodded. “You know. Sexually.” He blurted.

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After Sienna held and kissed Taylor and stroked her nipples and touched Taylor’s pussy, wet with her father’s semen, Taylor started responding a little aggressively, pushing Sienna gently down to lay down, then placing herself into position such that the two girls could both eat each other’s pussy. “Take your daddy’s cum in your mouth bitch,” Taylor said, though not really unkindly, and began grinding her pussy on Sienna’s face. Sienna scrunched her face up but complied, her dad’s cum now insinuating itself into her mouth, onto her chin, over her lips, into her nostrils.

The two girls sixty-nined for some time before Bertrand finally made a move. Taylor saw where he was moving to and lustily breathed, “Are you ready to get fucked by your daddy the way you wanted to be fucked?”

He saw Sienna’s body freeze up.

“Seriously?” he said. “You’re literally my sex slave.”

“I know Daddy,” Sienna said from underneath her friend’s pussy, “I’m sorry I don’t mean to be a… a tease? I’m your slave but can we… can we wait? I promise I’ll fuck you at least one time before I go to college.”

“You said you wanted me to fuck you.”

“I did, but then you raped my ass Daddy.”

“You’re my slave.”

She started crying. “I know, I had to say that, I want to be good, I want to do the right thing, but I’m like… I might throw up if you fuck me I think Daddy?”

He pulled her legs into place at the edge of the bed, and Taylor moved, grinning, putting her pussy over her friend’s face again.

“I don’t think you will,” he said, “I think you’ll be fine.” And he put his dick at the door to his daughter.

“Wait wait wait wait WAIT WAIT WAIT” she yelled as he pushed, and then penetrated. Taylor gasped. “Oh my God Sienna.” Sienna cried into her friend’s pussy. “Oh my fuck, I have never been so happy to lose a bet,” said Taylor.

Fucking his daughter now, as she quietly sobbed beneath them, he looked up at Taylor. “Of course. What do you have to do? Let me guess.”

He and Taylor said it at the same time while mutually raping his daughter.

Taylor was now his sex slave too.

He scoffed. “This is absolutely fucking ridiculous,” he said, and Taylor laughed. “I know right?!” And his daughter wailed her regrets as he squirted his load one last time, now, finally, into his beloved tormented despairing daughter’s pussy.

Taylor came, which honestly was the main point.