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Breeding my Daughter, by Jezebel Rose
Marcus stood by the window at the front of his house. He watched as the school bus dropped off his youngest daughter, Aimee. Smiling, he sipped on his coffee then walked over to the front door. Marcus was saddened by the anniversary of his wife’s death. Wanting to do something special, he planned to have a relaxing evening watching a movie with his family.
With two boys, and two girls, he had his hands full. Every day he packed their lunches, helped them off to school, or college, then jumped right into work. Fortunately, he could work from home as an engineer consultant. It was good money, and it let him stay at home with his family, but at times, it was stressful. Taking care of the family alone was exhausting.
Marcus sipped on his coffee as he waited by the front door. It was not only the anniversary of his wife’s death, but also, Aimee’s eighteenth birthday. He had rented a new movie that she was especially excited about. Finally, the door opened.
“Dad! Oh, I had such a bad day at school,” she exclaimed as she hugged her father.
Aimee wore her school uniform; all white, except for a black collared shirt. Her pants were tight and stretched to contort to her slender frame. Despite being tall and lanky, she had the largest breasts in the family. They held high on her chest, perky and just the right size.
“It can’t be that bad, can it?” Marcus said to his daughter, leaning down and kissing her on the forehead. He smiled and took her hand, leading her into the living room. He sat down with her on the black leather couch. “Tell me. What happened? You should be excited. Tonight is your birthday.”
“I spilled spaghetti sauce all down my shirt- see?”
Marcus chuckled as he noticed the large red stain on his daughter’s school uniform. “Yeah, you are going to have to take that off. Go throw it in the laundry; I’ll take care of it later.”
Aimee sighed. “I’m exhausted. I’ll take care of it later,” she said quietly. She put her feet up on her father’s lap. “Dad? One of the guys in my class said I had ugly feet.”
“Yeah?”
Aimee nodded as she watched her father remove her black flats and socks. She leaned back on the couch, relaxing and trying to forget the day’s problems. Closing her eyes, she felt her father’s warm hands run up the length of her feet.
“Beautiful,” Marcus said as his hands squeezed onto each of her feet. He could feel the knotted muscles. Slowly working up her foot, he released the tension. Marcus couldn’t help but notice how clean and manicured her feet were.
“What?” Aimee questioned.
“Your feet; they are beautiful. Those guys at school are assholes- you know that,” Marcus said under his breath while his fingers worked his daughter’s feet. He could tell that she lotioned each very well. As he massaged each foot, he could feel his thick chubby dick growing in his pants. Reaching up, he ran his hand through his balding hair, trying to forget about his daughter’s feet in his hands.
Aimee smiled at her father and closed her eyes again. She reached up into her short curly red hair and tied it back into a little ponytail. As much as she loved having a frizzy, wild, haircut, at times she just wanted it out of the way. Remembered her schoolwork, she picked up her bag of books and sifted through until she found Bio-chem 101. “I have to read through the fourth chapter tonight,” she said as she threw her head back in frustration. “I’m so tired… I really don’t want to do this now.”
Marcus wasn’t listening to his daughter. He could only focus on the soft feet in his lap. Each time Aimee moved just the slightest, her feet grazed his dick, bringing him to full length and throbbing hard. Glancing over to his tired daughter, he gently moved them into position on both sides of his dick. He looked up at Aimee again- she was reading her homework.
Marcus bit his lip as he gently moved her feet up and down his cock. He didn’t want Aimee to notice if he could help it. “Does that feel good?”
Aimee giggled, “It tickles a bit.”
Marcus’s hands tightened around her feet. Giving her a deep massage, he slowly moved her soles up and down his cock. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t help but close his eyes and think about Aimee naked. Without his wife to satisfy him, or to continue the family line, he had anxiety about how to proceed with family matters. Frustrated and tired, he started to care less and less about his daughter noticing how he was moving her feet on his growing cock.
Aimee glanced down between her legs and noticed her feet wrapped around her father’s dick. “Dad! What the hell?” she exclaimed, pulling her legs up to her chest.
Marcus felt his face flush red in embarrassment. “Oh, nothing,” he said bluntly as he reached out and grabbed her feet. Marcus pulled her legs straight and set them back on his lap. “Seriously, it’s all good.”
“Whatever,” she said, annoyed. Aimee kept thinking about her father’s dick as she felt her feet move up and down softly. She could tell her father was trying to hide what he was doing. Focusing back on her reading, she tried to forget about the sensation between her feet.
Marcus wanted to take things further. Frustrated by a lack of sex and wanting to have a large family, he tried his best to hide his feelings. Now that it had been exactly one year since his wife passed, he decided it was time to take things further. Marcus eyed his daughter. He loved her curly red hair and slender frame. Envisioning her small breasts in his hands had his cock throbbing hard and ready to go. He squeezed his daughter’s feet tighter, fighting the urge to try to fuck his daughter. Biting his lip, his eyes glazed over her beautiful body. He had masturbated more than once to the live-feed video camera in the shower. “Fuck,” he groaned as he gave in to his feelings.
“What is wrong dad?” Aimee said under her breath as she turned a page in her textbook.
Marcus pushed his daughter’s feet off his lap. He had enough waiting. Now was the time to act. “Fuck it,” he said as he leaned in towards his daughter and wrapped his arm around her neck. Pulling her in close, his mouth connected with hers.
“Stop it!” Aimee said, dropping her textbooks to the floor. She pushed her father away and wiped her mouth. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Marcus grabbed his daughter by the hand and dragged her off the couch.
“Stop it! Dad! Please!” Aimee screamed as she pulled on her hand.
“Fucking stop it right now,” Marcus said, bending his daughter over the couch. He took hold of her school slacks and pulled them down, revealing her light pink flowered panties.
“Dad! Please! Stop!”
Marcus easily held his daughter in place as she fought against his strong hands. He grabbed her panties and pulled them down to her knees. “Fuck…” he groaned, excited to finally fuck. His cock tightened hard and throbbed in anticipation. With a single finger, he felt down her slick cunt and penetrated her. He could feel the tightness of his virgin daughter. “I thought you fucked Mike this summer?”
Trying to get free, Aimee kicked and punched her father.
“Cut that shit out, right now. Else this is going to be very unpleasant for you,” Marcus said sternly. He felt his daughter’s warm fluids in his fingers as he pushed into her hymen, breaking it, and causing some blood to drop from her virgin cunt.
“It hurts…” Aimee said as she started to cry. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she felt a piercing pain up inside her pussy. Within moments, it disappeared. Warm, gentle pleasure rippled up from between her legs and spread through her body. She felt violated and desperately hated her father for touching her so insistently.
“Just give it a few minutes.” Marcus was firm as he held onto his daughter’s legs. Moving his hands up, he gripped them tight onto her ass. Feeling his cock press up against his pants, he wished he could just fuck his daughter right then and there, however, she wasn’t on birth control, and that scared Marcus, but just a bit.
Aimee tried to get away from her father tearing away at her clothes, but he was bigger, and stronger than she was. Knowing her other siblings were still at school had Aimee scared as to what was going to become of her. She felt her pussy exposed to the cool air. At that moment, she knew what her father wanted. “Daddy, please…” she cried as tears ran down her face and stained her light makeup.
“Quit resisting! This is going to be much more unpleasant if you keep on fighting me!”
“Dad! Stop! Please!” Aimee wailed, choking on tears as she felt her father’s hand glide up her trimmed cunt. She choked, crying desperately.
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