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Forced Breeding of the Innocent Babysitter and Her Virgin Friend
Forced Breeding of the Babysitter Trilogy
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An Excerpt from Bred by Daddy and his Friends
“I... I... can’t. It’s wrong.” He protested weakly but he didn’t move away or remove my hand.
“How can it be wrong if I want it as much as you do?”
He remained silent as I manipulated the buttons of his worn shorts. Giving me a little room so I could work my hand in there, sliding over his coarse pubic hair and finally touching the object of so many nighttime fantasies.
“Cathy... no.”
I ignored his feeble half hearted objection and circled the shaft of his rapidly stiffening member with my hand. Not moving, just feeling the weight of it. The warmth of it.
“Oh Daddy.” I purred. “What a big cock you have.”
He moaned and I resisted the urge to giggle. It was silly. It was childish. But it had to be said. I was surprised by the immediate result it had on his manhood. I could feel the blood pulsing underneath my fingers as he went from aroused, to hard, to rock hard in front of me. I had to look. I’d seen his cock before. Brief glimpses in a dash from the shower to bedroom when a towel was forgotten,. Tantalizing flashes when the family was sharing a room on holiday. But never this close. Never like this. I tugged at his shorts allowing them to fall to his ankles as his cock sprang forward. His briefs struggled to contain it as he forced them outwards at an odd angle, his cock bent in its cotton prison. I knew he was big. I’d dreamt he was big. But this close, with my tiny hand around it he was massive. I felt my pussy twitch in sympathetic anticipation tinged with fear. Could I ever fit that inside me? It was massive, dwarfing the vibrators and dildoes that had acted as substitutes in the past. I pulled down his pants allowing his stiff erection to spring free. It jutted outwards from his body with an upwards curve, as if straining to be closer to me.
He was trying to stay in control, but his breathing was rapid and shallow. I felt a wave of emotion washing over me. He wanted me. He actually wanted me. My Daddy. My best friend. He did didn’t he? I looked up at him. He was conflicted. His face set was set in stone. His square, stubbled jaw clenched.
“You want this? You want this don’t you Daddy?” He looked like he was about to explode.
“Yes. Yes dammit. Of course I want it. Oh God I’ve wanted you for so long Cathy and you teased me so much and it was so hard.” You’re telling me. “I’ve never... never felt as close to another person than I feel as when I’m with you and the fact that you’re off limits drives me crazy.”
/> “Shhh. It’s OK Daddy. It’s OK.” His twitching cock gave away his reaction to that word. Whatever we had. Whatever we would have. That aspect of our relationship would always play a part. He wasn’t the only one enjoying what we had started. I felt my puffy nipples becoming so stiff it was almost painful, straining against the material of my tight top. Between my legs a familiar ache of desire and the wetness that always accompanied it. Only this time I held the real thing in my hands and the ache had taken on a hint of desperation.
I crouched down so my face was level with his amazing jutting cock. It smelt intoxicating. The deep musky scent of man and sweat. In the past catching hints of his scent would always get my heart racing. But this close it was like an aphrodisiac. I felt out of control. I curled one hand gently around his balls. I cupped them and felt their weight. At my contact he released a gasping groan and his hips thrust forward slightly. The engorged tip of his cock brushed my lips leaving a single bead of clear liquid there. My eager tongue darted out of my mouth to taste it. Just a hint of salty flavor. I wanted more. I licked my lips in anticipation. Still not quite believing this was actually happening. That this was real.
And then I heard a slow clapping behind us. We were not alone.
Daddy stepped backwards his hands clawing for his briefs to cover himself, his cock already softening. His “friends” had arrived early. Mike and Sal. Ex-Army buddies. They were major douchebags, but he tolerated them as friends because he claimed he “owed them” and there was a shared bond that allowed him to tolerate their obnoxious behavior. My blood turned to ice when I realized Sal had his phone out, holding it sideways. He had been filming us.
“Bravo Private. Bravo.”
“Fuck. Oh fuck.” His briefs in place, but his shorts still around his ankles he stepped in front of me, as if to shield me from them.
“You sanctimonious prick.” That was Sal. I didn’t like Sal. “She’s my daughter you said. She’s only eighteen you said. Keep your hands and your eyes off her you said.”
“Technically.” Mike added. “He didn’t say anything about our cocks.”
My heart was beating fast. With that video we were at their mercy.
“Good point. Time to share and share alike Private.”
“No way. No fucking way. Get the fuck out of here.” There was a rage in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before.
“Yes fucking way. Yes fucking way or you and your fucking daughter go viral.”
