Drugged and Loved 2

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I was in such a mess I couldn’t even ask him what he put in my drinks. Pleasure, mixed with pain from his vengeful fucking, was shooting me up.

Him: ‘Here bitch. Take it down your throat.’

He flipped me over and dragged me to the edge of the bed, where my head dangled lifelessly. My vision went dark when my throat felt his long dick spreading it apart. It was hot, salty and repulsive. My body was so weak I couldn’t choke, nor breathe.

He just kept jamming it into my face, hurting my nose while my hand subconsciously went to my pussy to masturbate. Suddenly, it didn’t feel like my body anymore. I had travelled out of my body and watching this girl, strangely looking very similar to me, getting face-fucked while she got herself off.

The man’s face was darkened, and an aura of hatred came with it. A jolt through my body woke me up when my throat tightened, deprived of air as he stayed motionless in my mouth.

A gradual expansion of his shaft unloaded a warm pool of liquid in the part of my mouth where I could not spit nor swallow, burning me as my gag reflex regurgitate an acidic mush of dinner.

He pulled out of me with a drop or two of cum dripping into my nose and placed me back flat on the bed.

Flashes of light was shooting across the ceiling like stars, and my pussy felt exceptional warm.

He fished a small bottle from his suitcase and put it at my cheek, pinching my nose to get my mouth to open. He emptied the bottle and I struggled to swallow so that I could breath. Inhaling once or twice, I blacked out.

Dad: ‘Hey! Wake up! Wake up!’

The violent shaking of my shoulders woke me up and a blanket was pulled over my body. He.. my dad was after all, still the only person I can rely on to be there whenever shit happened.

Me (whispering): ‘Dad.. he drugged and fucked me.. ‘
Dad: ‘Get dressed and sleep. Daddy will take care of it tomorrow. Promise.’

He went into his room opposite of mine and left the door open, probably so he could hear me if I called for him. Watching him remove his shirt in that incandescent light from the bedside lamp, his body suddenly became the apple of my eye.

I couldn’t resist the urge my body had to spread those legs and finger myself, possibly due to the second dose of whatever he drugged me with. No matter how hard I tried, my own fingers doesn’t seem long enough to be able to scratch that itch.

Once the light from his room dimmed, my instincts took over, skipping out of the bed with a floral shawl he bought for me.

Entering his room quietly, his weathered look couldn’t be more attractive with my hand still on my clit. I climbed under his blanket and he felt my presence immediately, flipping himself on his back to place some boundaries between us.

Dad (whispering): ‘Sleep tight dear.’
Me (whispering): ‘Daddy?’
Dad (whispering): ‘Yeah?’

My hand slipped into the pair of loose gym shorts he wore to sleep and held his dick – for the first time. I could barely wrap my fingers around and it was about 5 inches unerected. What the hell did my mum leave him for?

He tried to pull my hand away but couldn’t do so as I grabbed them tighter. My body curled into a ball to go under the blanket and just as he tried to cover his dick from outside the sheets, he had pressed onto my head. My mouth was over his dick and tongue went to work immediately, throwing him into confusion about the legitimacy of what we were about to do.

Dad: ‘Ger.. ahh.. ‘

His dick had grown and told me its wish. I was taking him deep throat without any resistance like before. The suffocation was sending pleasant shivers down my spine, all the way to my vagina.

Quickly adjusting my position, I was kneeling in doggie next to him slurping away on the big gulp. Dad too, did not feign decency and leaned over to my ass, where he sent two of his thick fingers into that juicy hole that had its share of dicks.

I was sure he could feel how much my pussy needed it. I was basically massaging his fingers inside of me. And every joint, curves, can be pictured in great detail.

Before he could sit up to end the incestuous rape, I ended the blowjob and did a quick flip to sit on his abs. Yes, abs, that was how fit my dad was. The dick I held behind me was still throbbing, and the deep gaze of his eyes silenced whatever wrong he was about to express.

Placing a finger on his lips, I slid my wet pussy down his belly and paused when I felt the tip at my clit.

Dad (whispering): ‘Lift up.’

My knees closed a little and his dick slipped over my clit. He gracefully moved his hips to stroke my sensitive spot without penetration and made me leak even more lubricant, all over his shaft.

As he went faster, my fingers were digging into his shoulder blades. It felt better than sex, or was he just hinting how better can sex be with it inside me?

Stroke after stroke, my pussy was shifting downwards, till the tip poked into me.

Me: ‘Daddy.. don’t move.’
Dad: ‘Are you sure?’

I nodded my head looking at our genitals, not able to see a single thing in the darkness. That huge rod was splitting my vagina as well as my head, flooding my senses with pleasure as every vein brushed across the walls of my uterus.

There were no words to describe how heavenly it felt, especially when we stopped moving inside each other. He knew how to use that tool of his well.

Me (whispering): ‘This was all I needed, for you to be inside me forever.’
Dad: ‘Come.’

I laid on his chest, listing to his heartbeat as my pussy peeled away from his groin, but still connected.

Dad (whispering): ‘Would it be better.. ?’
Me: ‘Huh?’
Dad (whispering): ‘If I can move inside you forever?’

With that said, his hips wriggled on his Japan-imported mattress and thrusts his cock upwards. The big contrast between my tightness and his size became so real my mind had problems imagining it. Each entry felt as good as the first, and each exit left my body begging him not to.

My hips threw me upright and while my knees maintained the gap between our groins, my hands were kneading my 34C cups for more. Unknowingly, I got tighter for no reason and he was groaning as fast as I was.

Dad: ‘Dear.. *sigh* You’re.. so.. tight.. ‘

Seconds later, my sight went blur and I found myself motionless on top of him, body shaking violently as my pussy sprayed all over his body.

Dad: ‘Dear.. I think.. ‘
Me: ‘Lie down Dad.’

My hips began rocking across his lap, swallowing his dick to fulfil my own needs. I was still wet like when we just started, and my clit and nipples were itching badly. Only an orgasm would take them away, and it was for a few seconds. It was time to get more of it.

He took over my hands to massage my boobs and let me do my job. I had began to enjoy his groans, his size that was stroking my g-spot continuously, the short stubs of his pubs that tickled my clit. He was the perfect figure for me, and inside of me.

About five orgasms later, my body was wearing out and my movements got sluggish. He was still strong and fondling my nipples, yet paying his full attention on me.

Me (whispering): ‘Daddy.. ‘
Dad: ‘Finally done?’
Me: ‘Can you help me finish you off?’
Dad: ‘I’ll try.’

He sat up and placed his arm around my neck, carefully resting me on the pillow and turning me to a side. He flipped my body over by the waist and with my face down, he got my ass up in the air.

Dad: ‘Tell me if it hurts k?’

Slowly, he pushed his dick into my pussy and warmed it up, filling it up with life through the pulsating heartbeat I felt. Like a locomotive, his hips began moving and the piece of hot rod slipped easily in and out of me, as if I was at my final task.

Everything had returned to normal. No itch, no urges, just pure sex. As the dreadful thoughts of my ex-sugar-dad was fucked out of my head, dad took his pleasure spot.

As he rocked on, it got thicker, and hotter. Though I had never felt anything so realistic and close.

Me: ‘Daddy, are you going to cum?’
Dad: ‘Yeah bae, you can feel it?’
Me: ‘Go all out then.’

I clenched my fist on the bedsheets as he picked up his pace, burying the full length into me. The slapping sounds from our bums went like firecrackers, driving me insane with his sheer speed.

Under a minute later, he pulled my waist backwards and a loud groan ensued. He pulled out of me and threw me onto my back, kneeling his way to my waist before his load exploded over my body. He probably wanted to end at my mouth but he had held back for too long. The warm semen touched my cold stomach and he had managed to splatter all the way to my neck.

The amount he gifted.. some of it flowed down my sides and some were collected in my belly button.

Dad: ‘I’m so sorry. Let me get a towel for you.’

He disappeared and appeared from the bathroom, bringing his scented towel to me. Cleaning myself up with his body scent, couldn’t be anymore intimate. After we were dried, he cuddled me in his arms, reassuring that he will be there for me.

After that night, his company made amendments to his working hours, allowing him to spend more time with his daughter, hopefully building a case to eliminate alimony altogther. Though I must say, he was spending as much time with her, as well as inside her.

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