Put a Ring on It
Copyright© 2025 by Incubus65
Father Daughter Bonding
Fiction Sex Story: Father Daughter Bonding - This is a blend of Fiction built on splashes of truth. An older man takes advantage of a down-on-her-luck mother and her oldest teenage daughter.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Rough Spanking Torture Anal Sex Cream Pie First Lactation Oral Sex Voyeurism Water Sports Violence
I went down to her room and sat in her desk chair. I moved to block her door as she sat quivering on her bed.
“I’m gonna take some pictures, and you’re gonna model for me. I want you to get that orange nightie that you wore in those sexy pictures you were trying to take. Where is it I searched your drawers! Who are you showing those pictures to ... Do you have a boyfriend ... Are you showing them to somebody online ... Do you see what those pictures have done to me?” She didn’t answer and started crying. I stood up, and she could see my hard dick. My dick was almost a foot long. It was black and nearly as thick as a beer can. It had a pronounced upward curve. The glans ring made it look angry as the head swelled around it.
“I was just goofing around. I’m not showing them to anybody. They’re not good, so I deleted them! You weren’t supposed to see them!” she said as she whimpered.
“Oh, they’re good ... and I love what I see. I wish I had seen it a couple of years ago. I see you differently, like how a man like me sees a sexy young girl. Every time I think of you now, my dick will get hard, and I’ll think about fucking you. The picture where you were showing your ass and your pussy, even in panties. You’re curious, and so am I now. Go upstairs and take a shower, put on the nightie, and I’m gonna take some pictures of you. You won’t need the panties,” I said.
“Boss? Where is my mom? I want my mom!” She said as she started to cry.
“Don’t worry about your mom. She said I need to get to know you and to try and understand you. She told me that you’re just growing up, and she’s right about that. You have for damn sure grown up. C’mon, get that sweet, thick, young ass upstairs and do what I said, NOW!” I yelled.
I stood in the hall to make sure she couldn’t run out of the house. Ten minutes later, she came upstairs, and I directed her to the bathroom.
“Hurry up, and I want you to do your makeup too. I want a sexy photo shoot!” I said.
Twenty minutes later, I heard the shower go off. I was still blocking the path to the front door, so she had no option but to go downstairs. I went to the bathroom door and told her to just towel-dry her hair. She had curly shoulder-length hair, and wet hair is sexy.
As Jasmin came out of the bathroom, her phone began to ring. I picked it up from where I had hidden it and saw that it was her mother. I answered the phone as I saw Jasmin slowly walking toward me from the bathroom. She had the orange teddy on, and all I could think of was tearing it off her young body and ravaging her.
“Why are you calling Jasmin’s phone?” I said as I answered it.
“Where is Jasmin? What are you doing with her? I want to talk to her!” her mother said.
“She just got out of the shower, and I’m looking at her right now. Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, she is so sexy. What a pretty girl and soon-to-be young woman!” I said as I put the phone on speaker, dropped my robe on the floor, and kicked it aside. With the metal glans ring behind the head of my cock, the head was purple from the constriction holding my rape blood to make it much larger and scarier to my young virgin.
“Mommy, where are you? He’s naked, and his thing is huge and hard. It has a metal ring on it! He’s rubbing it and looking at me! He’s gonna try to do something to me! I’m scared!” Jasmin cried.
“Please, don’t do this to her. Let her go to her room and leave her alone, please, please!” her mother begged.
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