Chapter 2

Sarah’s reality splintered into countless shards as Richard took over. Despite the shock and sense of betrayal from last night’s events, she couldn’t deny the strange arousal she felt towards her once-beloved father-in-law’s true nature that had been revealed.

“Tomorrow morning, come to my room and lock the door behind you.” Those were his words after he enjoyed her at his whim. In her heart, she was aroused by all of this, and perhaps Richard understood it perfectly.

As she woke up, she prayed that it was all just a terrible nightmare. But as the tingling sensation on her private area continued, she knew it was real. My trusted father-in-law had violated her with his monstrous tool.

The clock struck 4 AM, and her husband slept soundly beside her. She couldn’t help but gaze at his peaceful face, feeling a pang of guilt in her throat. The realization that she is having an affair with his own father was a crushing blow. A part of her wanted to confront the truth, but another part wanted to protect him at all costs. No matter the outcome, she couldn’t bear the thought of him finding out.

She rose from bed and headed to the shower to prepare for Richard’s instructions. As she gets ready, she can sense her weak knees quivering beneath her.

While in the shower, she played with her pussy, sliding her fingers in and out of her wet cunt. Last night’s encounter with Richard had awoken a beast within her, and try as she might, she couldn’t purge it from her mind.

After showering, she put on a tight-fitting white nightie that perfectly accentuated her voluptuous curves. She went to Richard’s room, her heart pounding against her chest with every step she took.

As the door closed behind her, she felt trapped, like a lamb cornered by a lion. But instead of fear, it was excitement that coursed through her veins as she saw Richard lying naked on the bed ready to be roused in the most twisted way.

She put on the maid outfit he gave it to her. It was too small, hugging her body like a second skin ... The uniform consisted of a cropped top, revealing ample cleavage and a plunging neckline that showed off an impressive amount of her perky tits adorned with a pair of lacy bralettes. The pleated mini-skirt barely covered her ass cheeks when she bent over. High legged stockings hugged her long shapely legs till they met the heels, which were inches high.

Silently, she inched her way onto his bed and delicately positioned herself on top of his legs. With soft caresses and tender kisses, she coaxed his cock to rise from its slumber into a full, impressive 9-inch length.

As she slowly moved her hands over his skin, tracing every muscle and curve, she could see the veins on his cock pulsing with pleasure under her touch. The pale skin of his shaft slowly turning a soft shade of pink as it grew larger and thicker in her hands.

As she ran her tongue over the length of his cock, she could taste his saltiness mixed with her own arousal. It was an addictive flavor, making her crave more.

With a fierce determination, she takes his throbbing cock into her mouth and begins to bob up and down, her lips stretched to their limits as she struggles to contain its enormous girth. Each thrust deeper into her mouth brings a mix of pleasure and pain, until she feels like she might split in two from the sheer size of him. She applies a strong suction on the head of his cock, determined to take every inch of it inside her mouth.

She could taste the saltiness of his skin and the slightly sweet taste of her own arousal as she swirled her tongue around his throbbing cock. Each thrust deeper into her mouth brought a new explosion of flavors to her taste buds.

The wet sounds of her mouth moving up and down his shaft mix with his moans of pleasure, creating a symphony of sensation and sound.

Richard suddenly woke up to see his beloved and nurturing daughter-in-law giving him the blowjob of his dreams.

Her cheeks were hollowed as she sucked him eagerly, her eyes closed in concentration and pleasure. Her hair fell in waves around her face, partially obscuring her intense gaze as she looked up at him. The room was filled with the sounds of her moans and his grunts, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly as he tried to control his pleasure.

Richard can feel his daughter-in-law’s soft hands gripping his hips, her warm breath teasing his skin as she takes him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue swirls and dances around him, sending shivers through his body. He could feel the soft pressure of her lips and tongue as she moved up and down his shaft.

Richard gently brushes his daughter-in-law’s hair out of her face, wanting to see her lips wrapped around his throbbing member. Her hair was like a wild sea, framing her face and cascading over his hand as he moved it to get a better view of her perfect, eager lips wrapped around him. The sight was almost too much to handle - her red, swollen lips glistening with saliva as she pleasured him with every flick of her tongue.

With a violent yank, he seized her by the hair and forced her head down with brutal force. Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to catch her breath, feeling suffocated and powerless under his grip.

The sound of her gasping for air and his grunts of pleasure filled the room. Richard’s grip on her hair was fierce and rough, causing pain and discomfort. Her scalp burned under his grasp and she could feel her breath being cut off.

Through the haze of pleasure and pain, Sarah’s mind reeled with newfound knowledge: Richard Scott is not the man she thought he was. His commanding presence once a source of comfort now became a source of dread.

“Open your eyes, whore! Look at me while I fuck your pretty mouth,” Richard growled. Sarah reluctantly obeyed, meeting his gaze as he relentlessly plunged himself into her mouth.

Sarah’s face is flushed and twisted in both pleasure and pain as she gasps for air, her eyes wide and watery. Sarah’s lips and cheeks tingle from the roughness of Richard’s grasp on her hair. Her body feels sore and her breathing is labored as she tries to regain her composure.

Without warning, Richard flips Sarah onto her back and pulls her hips towards his face in a desperate 69 position. He wastes no time in yanking her panties aside and plunging his tongue into her, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips. And as if that wasn’t enough, she feels the hard length of his cock smack against her face, urging her to take it deep into her mouth once more.

As his tongue explored every inch of her, she couldn’t help but moan in ecstasy. “Suck it, slut. Show me how much you want it,” Richard growled, grinding his cock against her lips. His voice was a mixture of lust and dominance, sending shivers down her spine.

Sarah eagerly compoperated, taking him in deep, her tongue dancing along his shaft as she took him completely into her mouth and down her throat. She couldn’t believe she was doing this with her father-in-law, but the taboo thrill of it all only heightened her arousal tenfold.

Richard moaned in approval, his movements against her pussy becoming more insistent and demanding. He knew how sensitive she was, and he was going to use it against her. His tongue swirled expertly around her clit, teasing and tormenting her until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned through gritted teeth, fighting back the building orgasm welling up inside of her.

Richard’s hands were firmly grasping Sarah’s hips as he pulled her towards him, making her sit on his face.

His eyes were dark with desire, and his lips were curled into a wicked grin. Sarah’s hips bucked and swayed as Richard pulled her closer, his face buried between her legs as his tongue expertly explored her weak spots. In one smooth motion, he grabbed her breasts with both hands and pushed her forcefully onto his mouth, his eyes intense with desire and dominance.

The musky smell of sex lingered, making her heart race with anticipation.

Moans and gasps filled the room as Richard’s tongue and mouth worked their magic on Sarah’s body.

“That’s it, whore, just like that,” Richard growled, his voice low and menacing. Richard’s words set Sarah on fire.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, her hips bucking wildly as they reached for more.

As he continued to pleasure her, Richard’s other hand found its way to her clit, rubbing it in sync with his tongue’s motions. Richard continued to assault her senses, alternating between teasing little circles and hard thrusts of his tongue, pushing her towards the edge of oblivion.

He grabs her roughly, forcing her forward onto all fours as she struggles in his grip. The predatory glint in his eyes sends shivers down her spine as he positions himself behind her, ready to take what he wants. “Get ready for the ride of your life,” he growls before thrusting into her with primal force, each impact jolting her body and bringing pleasure and pain in equal measure.

Richard slams his rock-hard cock deep inside of her wet, soaking pussy. Sarah’s screams muffled by the pillow as the unbearable sensations almost make her pass out.

“Yes, that’s it,” Richard grunts, his hands restless against her body, hitting her ass cheeks hard and leaving red marks on her butt.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, accompanied by Sarah’s moans and Richard’s grunts. The bed creaks under their weight and the headboard bangs against the wall with each forceful thrust.

The force of Richard’s hands on her ass leaves a burning sensation that only adds to her pleasure.

“Tell me you love it!” Richard grunts, gripping her hips tighter.

“I love it,” she whimpers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their copulation.

Richard grabs a fistful of Sarah’s hair, jerking her head back so she has no choice but to look at him as he slams into her repeatedly, his cock like a piston inside her tight, wet heat.

“Who owns this pussy?” he growls, spit flying from his lips with each word.

“You do,” she moans, her eyes filled with lust and submission.

Richard’s breathing was ragged in her ear as he continued to pound into her mercilessly, his grip on her hair only tightening as he neared his climax.

He violently grabs her by both arms, pulling her towards him with a force that bruises. His movements are rough and unyielding as he thrusts into her with a frenzied intensity, leaving her body sore and raw.

His body moves with an almost animalistic ferocity, his hips bucking and thrusting with every movement. Sarah’s skin turns red from the force of his grip.

The taste of her own blood fills her mouth as he bites down on her lip, adding a hint of copper to the mix of saliva and sweat that coat their skin.

The room is filled with the sounds of their rough lovemaking - the slapping of skin, and the creaking of the bed.

“Close your eyes,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.

Sarah obeyed, her vision engulfed in darkness as she felt him thrust even harder into her. Then, with one last mighty thrust, he stiffened and moaned in ecstasy, filling her womb with his hot, thick seed.

Richard collapsed onto her back, their panting mixing together as they both catch their breath. His cock still throbbing inside of her, not yet ready to release her from his grip.

As he gently twirls her nipples between his fingers, he declares, “This is the greatest Thanksgiving I’ve ever had.”

A smirk crept onto his face, his gaze locking onto hers as he leaned in close and whispered, “This is only the beginning. Now clean my cock and see yourself out”

Sarah complied, her heart pounding in her chest as she obediently cleaned up her father-in-law’s mess. Her entire body ached as she stumbled out of the room, the evidence of their tryst still drenching her thighs.

— after some time —

Konan’s vision is blurred as she opens her eyes, her surroundings slowly coming into focus. Her naked body is covered with a thin sheet, her clothes discarded and scattered across the floor. She notices the red marks on her skin from the previous night’s rough lovemaking, a reminder of the passion and desire that consumed her.

Konan’s eyes flutter open to darkness, her vision adjusting to the dim light peeking through the curtains. A sense of shame washes over her as she remembers being with her father-in-law in this very bed.

As she licks her dry lips, Konan can taste the remnants of her father-in-law. Konan’s body feels tender and sore, a constant reminder of the passion and roughness of their lovemaking.

She made her way towards the shower, her usual routine of not locking the door. As she started a hot bath, her mind began to wander to the next steps in her life. Richard had done something unspeakable, but perhaps she shouldn’t have been so mean to him. The memory of their intense and passionate lovemaking excited her. No one had ever fucked her like that before, not even Bruce.

The steam from the hot bath fills the room, a mixture of lavender and eucalyptus scents calming Konan’s senses. There is also a hint of sweat and sex lingering in the air.

Richard quietly creeps through the bathroom door, his hand covering her mouth as he pulls her into a tight embrace from behind. “Is my favorite little cum-dump enjoying her hot bath?” he taunts, sending shivers of fear down her spine.

Konan’s heart raced in her chest as she felt the familiar presence behind her, Richard’s hot breath on her neck. His hands roamed over her naked body, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Mmm ... feels like someone is enjocing this,” he chuckled, thrusting his hard length against her ass.

“Richard, This...”

Before she could finish her sentence, Richard’s hand had found her engorged nipple and twisted it mercilessly.

“Call me Daddy! don’t you dare call me by my name again”

He slams his hand against her ass cheek, the sound reverberating off the bathroom walls as he towers over her, seething with rage and dominance. She recoils from his touch, trembling in fear of what he might do next.

Konan’s vision blurs as tears well up in her eyes, her body tensed and her heart racing as she stares at Richard’s unyielding expression, a mixture of anger and pleasure flickering in his eyes.

The sound of his hand hitting her flesh, the gasp of pain escaping her lips as he calls out his new name, the sound of his harsh, angry voice.

The sharp pain that shoots from her nipple down to her core, the roughness of his grip on her skin. Konan’s skin feels raw and sensitive under Richard’s grip, his rough hands inflicting pain upon her body.

“Say it!” he roars, Her body trembles as he tightens his grip on her breasts, squeezing until her screams are muffled and she can barely breathe.

“Who am I?” His voice is laced with sadistic glee, reveling in the control and dominance he holds over her.

She can only whimper in response, lost in a haze of overwhelming sensations and fear of what more he may do to her.

“D-Daddy,” she stammers, the words catching in her throat as she finally submits to his twisted game.

Richard smirks, pleased with her response. He loosens his grip on her nipple, allowing her some relief.

“That’s better,” he coos in her ear before spanking her resoundingly on her ass cheek again, causing her to yelp.

As she leans on the bathroom wall looking down on her feet, richard enters the water filled bathtub and sits in it. He looked deeply into her and says “Come here and clean me with your boobs.”