Heartless Dad

My father is a very lecherous man. He's had affairs with many women. Some of them he raped at his company using his position of power. Sometimes he'd go to brothels and spend hundreds of dollars to satisfy his lust. Even I, his own daughter, was one of his sexual partners (although I enjoyed doing it). It's not a big deal for my father to go to prostitutes; it's just spending money, and there won't be any trouble afterwards. But it's different when he sleeps around with women from his own company. And now, trouble has struck. Unexpectedly, the revenge has come on to me.
Two of the women my father slept with somehow found out about their affairs. They somehow got in touch, probably conspired together, and came to my house to get revenge on my father, to cripple this old lecher (that's what they said).
That day, my father wasn't home; I was alone. When I heard the knock on the door, I thought someone was coming to deliver a gift, or one of my father's mistresses was bored and wanted to have sex with him. I opened the door and was a little surprised to see two men, but I still let them in. They asked if my
father was home, and I said no, and asked what was wrong. They said it was fine, they could do it in a different way. I didn't understand what they were saying, and looking at them, I noticed they had become very fierce. I felt something was wrong and wanted to send them away. I said, "You can leave now, we'll talk about it later." They grinned menacingly: "Your lecherous father played with our girlfriends, today we'll play with his daughter too!"
I was terrified and tried to run, but they punched me in the stomach. I was in so much pain that I broke out in a sweat and doubled over. They punched me in the back, and I collapsed to the ground, feeling like I was about to faint from the pain. I was terrified. I thought they wouldn't kill me. The thought of death made my gall bladder feel like it was going to burst, and my mouth tasted bitter.
One of them picked up a fruit knife I had left on the coffee table and brandished it at my face, saying to the other, "Let's ruin her image, make that old bastard regret it for the rest of his life." I was terrified, and tears welled up in my eyes. I cried out, "No! It's not my fault! I don't know anything! Please let me go!"
He slapped me across the face, making my ears ring and my vision blur: "Say another word and I'll chop you up!" I shuddered, looking at him with tearful fear.
The other man said, "No need, brother. His father slept with our girlfriends, we'll sleep with his daughter! Girlfriends can be replaced, but his daughter can't. He humiliated us for a moment, we'll humiliate him for a lifetime!" The man with the knife looked at my face: "Good, at least it'll make me feel a little better."
Only then did I understand what was going on. It was all Dad's fault. He had such a good woman at home, yet he didn't cherish her and insisted on going out and having affairs. Now look what's happened! He's ruined me. But I'm also a little relieved. As long as they've got their eyes on my body, there's hope for a change. Raping me once is nothing, as long as they don't kill me or disfigure me. Dad's doing it to me is the same.
They told me to take off my clothes. I was still a little panicked and slowed down. Then a slap landed on my face, making half my face numb and burning. I was so scared that I quickly stripped naked; shame had long been replaced by fear. When I was naked, their eyes widened. I knew that none of the girls in the factory who had slept with my father were prettier than me, including their girlfriends. My body was more alluring than their girlfriends'. I was sure they'd never slept with a girl as beautiful as me.
Their lust instantly overshadowed their desire for revenge. Their hands greedily caressed every inch of my smooth, white, and shapely body. One of their lips moved to mine, sucking on my tongue as if savoring a delicious delicacy.
I knew I was destined to be raped. If I went along with them, it might be to my advantage; if I resisted, I might not only be raped but also silenced or disfigured—that would be truly terrible. So I didn't resist; instead, my lust intensified. With a soft "ooh," I opened my lips and offered my tongue to them, sucking on theirs in return. My hands reached out to touch their bodies. I felt their engorged penises, as if they were about to burst my pants. Without a word, one of them stripped naked, embraced me tightly, and began kissing me wildly all over.
Another man's lips moved away from mine, kissing their way down my shapely face, slowly making their way down. When his kisses reached my smooth, white breasts, he slid his hands to my chest, fiercely cupping my high, round breasts, teasingly pushing them back and forth, his fingers kneading my nipples. He even stuck out his tongue, gently licking my other nipple.
Because both nipples were being so sensitively caressed, I was excited to the extreme, constantly letting out moans and groans.
The man's naked body trembled constantly, his thick, powerful penis rubbing incessantly against my labia, bringing my desire to its peak. Finally, our intertwined bodies inevitably joined together, and his penis entered my vagina. He thrust in and out frantically, his hips undulating with each thrust, his hands tightly gripping my legs, his breath coming in gasps. My body writhed with each thrust, my hands gripping his body tightly, head tilted back, eyes closed, moaning ecstatically.
The other man abandoned my breasts, took out his penis, and placed it on my lips. Faced with his thick, red, erect member, I felt a mixture of love and fear. My trembling hands grasped his cock, and I opened my wet lips, taking the red glans into my mouth, sucking it incessantly.
He used my lips as a gateway to a paradise, moving in and out, thrusting in and out. I responded to his movements, my lips moving in and out; he became even more excited, his engorged member thrusting even faster in my mouth. The two of them occupied my mouth and upper and lower orifices, fueled by their burning lust, relentlessly pursuing me, sweating profusely; and under their combined assault, I gradually reached the peak of excitement… The man inside me, his face flushed, panted, continuing his vigorous thrusts. Suddenly, he moved faster and harder, and soon his whole body trembled. He let out a low growl, and his penis finally gushed out a large amount of thick, fluid-like substance into my mouth again and again. The other man who was fucking my vagina was also at his climax. He noticed that I was trembling all over and breathing heavily, about to ejaculate at any moment. So he thrust a few more times, and suddenly thrust forward with force. I cried out "Ah!" and ascended to heaven in bliss, my vaginal fluid gushing out and splashing onto his glans. He also ejaculated at the same time, the fluid-like substance filling my vagina. All three of us experienced extremely satisfying orgasms at the same time.
Their previously hard penises were now limp and detached from my body. The two men sat down, panting, looking at my white, naked body with comfortable smiles. After I was satisfied, I lay face down, my eyes closed in satisfaction, breathing intermittently. My naked body rose and fell as they forced me to lie on my back on the coffee table, limbs spread wide, my vulva shamelessly exposed. I felt utterly shameless, but there was nothing I could do. I could only submit to their merciless manipulation. They tied my limbs to the four legs of the coffee table and began to ravage my body again.
My breasts, now even more erect and upturned, adorned with pale pink, bud-like nipples, exuded a mature and alluring femininity, amplified by the recent sexual experience.
The guy who had slapped me earlier, barely suppressing his burning desire, reached out and gently pressed and kneaded my breasts. Under his increasingly fervent kneading, my breasts became engorged with blood, and my nipples hardened and stood erect; I also exhaled a soft breath.
He got more and more into it, and immediately began to gently pinch his two tempting nipples back and forth with his index finger and thumb, burying his head in the cleavage and rubbing them carefully; at this moment, my breathing gradually changed from slow to fast, and I even let out a low moan.
He used his lips and tongue to kiss his way up my breasts from my cleavage, then his tongue circled and teased my pink areolas, while his lips pressed against my nipples, sucking gently. It was so stimulating. He kept sucking, and his hands began to wander, rubbing my firm breasts without restraint, then slowly stroking down to my abdomen, navel, and lower abdomen, finally probing into my honey pot, boldly teasing the labia beneath my pubic hair with his fingers.
I trembled all over, my long legs trying to close, but they were held in place, turning into helpless tremors. His fingers were like terrifying weapons, constantly teasing my labia, and my honey pot gradually became wet. His fingers continued to tease, his tongue moved even more vigorously, and his lips desperately sucked and kissed my breasts, leaving me weak all over. I moaned incessantly, my body involuntarily writhing with his caresses.
He thrust his erect penis against my vulva, one hand guiding it, aiming it at my vaginal opening, and with a thrust, it shoved all the way in with a soft "plop." He grasped my breasts with both hands, vigorously kneading them while violently pulling his penis in and out. With each thrust, I felt my labia flip inside my vagina; with a pull, they flipped out again, revealing my pink vulva. His penis pounded in and out, the sounds of his thrusts filling the air, and I thrust my hips back and forth in response to his movements. My face flushed, my breasts swelled like small mountains, my labia became large, hard, and red, and I lay limp on the coffee table, my body aching.
Perhaps the position was too stimulating. After a series of vigorous thrusts, he shuddered and ejaculated a stream of hot semen deep into my vagina. I shuddered, and my vagina began to contract, sucking and squeezing out as much of his semen as possible.
The other man, who had been watching with growing arousal, eagerly pounced on my body as soon as this one ejaculated. I thought he would thrust into my honeypot without any restraint, and I braced myself for another cock to pound into my hole. But instead,
he untied my limbs, made me lie face down on the coffee table, spread my legs wide, and inserted his cock into my vagina. I thought he had some new trick up his sleeve, but it was still just fucking my hole! I could fuck him while lying down. But it was alright, I could move now, it felt a little better.
Oh no, I had just relaxed when I realized something was wrong. He pulled his cock out of my honeypot and pressed his semen-covered cock against my anus. I was shocked. Was he going to fuck me from behind? No way, only my father had fucked me there a few times, it's still so tender!
My fears came true; his penis relentlessly thrust into my anus. I felt pain, and I quickly relaxed my body. Based on my experience with anal sex with my father, I knew that contracting at this point would be very painful; the key was to relax. But it still hurt a little, so I quickly smeared some of my vaginal fluid onto his penis, and it finally went in. I breathed a sigh of relief; what followed was the pleasure his penis would bring me.
He thrust rapidly in and out of my anus, and I arched my back, responding to his movements. We moaned lasciviously, fucking each other with pleasure. He repeatedly pushed his penis deep into my body, my intestines throbbing for his penis. I stroked my clitoris, using my lascivious stimulation to arouse his thrusts. I thought that if I ejaculated, I could definitely shoot my semen into my stomach. Thinking this, my vagina, stimulated by my hand, overflowed with vaginal fluid, covering the table.
Another person watching was itchy; he had probably never seen such a scene of intercourse before. His limp penis slowly hardened again, and he wanted to put it in my mouth. I opened my mouth, waiting for the penis to arrive. I was disappointed again.
The guy who was fucking me said, "Dude, let's fuck this bitch together." I felt very uncomfortable, but I had no choice. I was their plaything now, and I had no power to resist. Even if I did, I don't think I would resist.
The impatient guy said, "How do we fuck her? Just put it in her mouth." The guy who was fucking me said, "Wait a minute." The guy who was fucking me helped me up, and I obediently followed his instructions. I also wanted to know how they would fuck me together. My body stood up, my anus still tightly clamped with a penis.
The guy who was fucking me was fucking my anus while playing with my breasts. I stood there, not knowing how he was going to fuck me with another guy. My anus was filled with a penis, and I didn't know which penis he was going to put in me. I was expecting, waiting, and longing. The
guy who was fucking my anus gestured for me to move closer to his body so that his penis wouldn't fall out of my anus. I was careful, afraid his penis would slip off due to the sudden movements, and how disappointed I would be then. He sat on the coffee table, and I moved with him. When he sat down, I ended up sitting on his penis, wrapped around it. Because of my weight, my anus was deeply engulfing his penis, and I felt like it was about to penetrate me.
Since the man who was fucking my anus was behind me, I was now facing another person. My breasts and my vulva were exposed to him. My dark pubic hair and wet vulva were like a captivating vortex, waiting for him to jump into the passionate pleasure. I understood that in this position, he could penetrate my vulva. The thought that he could also penetrate my vulva made my juices flow uncontrollably.
The man who was fucking my anus lifted my legs, like holding a child to urinate, spreading them wide apart, leaving my vulva completely exposed to this impatient guy. This guy didn't hesitate to shove his already hard penis into my honey hole. Because I was so wet, his cock slid in so easily. I moaned with pleasure, cried out lasciviously, my vagina contracting to welcome his penetration.
It was so full, so overflowing, filling my vagina, filling my heart, filling my life. I felt that my body had only just learned what fullness truly meant! The cock in front thrust rapidly in and out of my honey hole, while the cock behind me plunged deeply into my anus. I don't know which cock brought me to orgasm. With each thrust and withdrawal, my pleasure reached its peak. I shook my sweaty head, screaming loudly, my body twisting wildly, not knowing how to respond, or which cock I should respond to. I only felt each cock penetrating deeper and deeper, each one more pleasurable than the last.
The guy fucking my honey hole took my legs, holding them and thrusting into me hard. The person behind me was playing with my breasts. I felt like we were a sandwich, and I was the sausage in the middle.
I now realized that my vagina and anus were separated by only a thin layer of skin. I could clearly feel their penises pressing against each other, and the heat from the friction shot straight to my brain, filling it with wanton pleasure. When the pleasure reached my vagina, I ejaculated, releasing my vaginal fluids that soaked the penises inside, warm and soothing them. My anus contracted, tightly gripping the other penis, squeezing it hard. In my intense response, they both ejaculated as well. Semen filled my vagina and anus.
Perhaps it was too stimulating, because while their penises were still inside me, they began to harden again. I was shocked by the changes in their penises; I couldn't take it anymore, yet they still wanted to fuck me. I started to pity my vagina, wondering if they would damage it.
They started fucking me again, and I was adrift in a torrent of lust. Besides pleasure, I couldn't think of anything else; I had nothing else to think about. All I wanted was for them to keep fucking me, fucking me, fucking me.
After a few dozen thrusts, the guy in my anus complained: "Dude, this won't do. My movements are too slow, not enough." The guy in my vagina clearly admired the guy fucking my anus's skill. He humbly said: "Okay, what do you suggest? How about we switch? You can have some fun too." I was furious at how they treated me. What did they take me for? They were fucking me, yet they acted as if I didn't exist. Why didn't they ask for my opinion?
The man fucking my anus said, "No need, I really enjoy fucking her ass." His cunt had been penetrated by countless men, but his ass was tight, making it more satisfying to fuck. I was very unhappy. Who had fucked me before? Besides my father and me, who else had sex with me? My boyfriends, though, hadn't done it many times. My father's assessment of my cunt was: tight, wet, sensitive, and unforgettable. Now, with them, my cunt seemed so cheap. I really didn't understand; fucking me like this was a complete waste.
Before I could protest, they hoisted me onto the light fixture on the ceiling. My feet barely touched the ground, swaying like a pendulum. I didn't know what they were going to do; it was infuriating. I thought they would just fuck me like that, but it wasn't. They hoisted one of my legs up, making my legs form a vertical line. My genitals were completely exposed.
They clamped my breasts between my hoisted legs, wrapped a string around them, and tied the ends of the string to my nipples. I dared not lower my legs even a little bit now, for fear of damaging my nipples. Terrified, I begged them for mercy, but they laughed and inserted their penises into my vagina and anus respectively. Now I knew what it meant to experience pain and pleasure simultaneously.
I was like a punching bag, relentlessly pounded by their penises. In the midst of stimulation and fear, I slowly experienced the essence of sex, the grandeur of sensuality. I don't know when, but as I struggled helplessly in a dazed state during sex, they ejaculated. At that moment, I felt no sexual pleasure; I felt as if their penises had stolen my essence.
I don't know when they left; I only know I was still hanging from the ceiling, my semen flowing over my numb anus and vagina, and over one of my legs. I waited helplessly for my family to arrive. I didn't know how much longer my breasts could last.
When my father returned, he was horrified by what he saw: I was hanging from the ceiling, head down, my nipples blackened and purple, a fruit knife stuck upside down in my anus. The cold blade was a warning to my father. A banana was inserted into my vagina, eaten near my labia. Half-exposed in my wet vagina, I wondered how many more were inside.
My father didn't call the police, perhaps for my future, perhaps for something else; I didn't think about it, nor did I want to. What comforted me was that my father would wholeheartedly use his body to comfort the body I had given him. What more could I ask for? Isn't this what women want?! Although it was my father who gave it to me, and although he couldn't give it to me forever, I was content. How many men in a woman's life would do this for her pleasure?! I hope that in the future I won't depend on someone who only seeks pleasure from me but won't give me any!
[The End]

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