Dances to a hit song, father becomes a predator

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When it was obvious we finished, I rose up. My cum leaked a bit from her pussy.

“Oh my God….and you’re not on any protection, honey?”

She smiled, “No.”

Gasps of shock reverberated across the crowd.

“Worth every cent,” said the man who decided to pay for the privilege.

A few guys came up and thought they would continue the action. Another rope of cum found its way across the length of her dress.

“Nah, come on guys, she’s done,” said one of the apparent good samaritans of the incest swingers club.

Nipple-boy came up and mauled her breast again, this time gording one in his hand while he bit the other.

“Come on! What the hell man…” another patron exclaimed, pulling him by the shoulder. The room started to empty. They knew she was all used up. I picked her up in my arms and set her standing at the side of the bed, grabbing my pants as she shifted her hair.

“Don’t forget the money,” she muttered, in a daze.

I scoffed. She scooped up the bills and shoved them in her dress.

Soon we were walking towards the exit.

“I will find your name and address, mister. You’re sick.”

I moved past the growing line around us, holding Sarah’s hand as I did. She had failed to pull up her dress, and random hands found their way to her exposed, cum-covered breasts.

“Thanks dude. Thanks again, once in a lifetime.”

“Are you coming back?”

“I wish I was you. Wish my daughter looked that way…”

The doorman shut the door behind us. We walked, silently, to the car. I drove away as fast as I could, making sure no concerned, jealous wives took down my license plate.

We were quiet for the first ten minutes of the drive home. I finally decided I’d taken enough slavery for a day. I went back to having a mind for the first time in hours.

“Did you really have to get an abortion?”

She sighed, sounding half-asleep, “I wasn’t on the pill our first time. Didn’t think I needed to get the morning after. You just take a pill and the whole thing sucks, but I’ve done it before.”

I racked my brain trying to think of another time she had the “flu.”

“I know you were scared,” she said, “But that was fucking awesome.”

I scoffed at her, “Awesome? What? What if you’re pregnant again.”

She laughed a little, “I’m on the pill dad. I just like to see men…not care. They’re so…focused, on getting their cum in you. They’re so awful. I love it.”

This, at the least, made me relieved. “Look, you have to value babies. If all else in life, you have value your body, and your children. Otherwise everything falls apart.”

She shook her head, “You don’t even think of yourself before you say those things, do you?”

Again, I was caught. I didn’t deserve her graciousness. Another few minutes passed.

“And the thing with the black guy…what the fuck was that? That was just awful to do to me.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t go in there with a plan or anything. I just say whatever feels hot at the time. I just…I dunno, you know how daughters get dowries from their dad’s….I dunno. I thought it was fucking hot.”

“Well…if it matters, it hurt me to see that. And do that. I felt pathetic.”

She was quiet. It hadn’t occurred to her that the reckless kink had consequences.

“Hey, I’m really sorry. I didn’t think about that. I was just rolling with it.”

We rode for a few more minutes.

“You’re so lucky they didn’t do anything to you. It could have been a lot worse than last time.”

“Nobody got frisky with me last time. I made that up…I wanted to make sure you’d come with me. They were actually obedient as hell. I was way less afraid this time.”

Another few minutes. Her breasts were still exposed. Hundred dollar bills were sticking out from the tight material. For whatever reason, she smelled like cigarettes, mixed with stale cum. When we passed a streetlight, I could see the dried sheen of the dried gizz across her chest.

“I’m not going back there,” she said. “I wanted to try it, to do it while I’m young. But I’d have to be really, really horny to ever go back. I think I’m done with this shit.”

More road swept underneath us.

“Then why do it? You’re so much better than that.”

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