“My bed was frigid, Father,” I said. “But now that you’re here, such joy warms it. And my heart.”“Yes,” he groaned, now kissing up my sl...eve, moving closer and closer to me. “I know this is wrong, my sweetling, but...”“But you are a prince,” I groaned. “And soon you shall be kaiser. Who can tell you what is right or wrong in your own household?”Saying those words sent a strange excitement through me at the same time it horrified me. Tonight, my father would satiate his lusts in me. He would use. We had hoped to wait until our wedding night, but the first day I had no bleeding was too much to resist and we tore into each other as if this would be our last chance. He entered me in the missionary position and forced himself up my tight passage. It clasped him gratefully and he worked me up and down until I felt his climax infuse through his body and into mine. This was bliss. I clamped my legs around him and refused to let him go. When I became sore, I presented my bottom to him and let. He was going in balls-deep and not hitting bottom so he started going at me a little harder. I think he started to realize that I was moaning because I was enjoying it about then. Then, when he slapped my ass the first time and I really moaned, that’s when the fucking and slapping picked up in pace. That was a time that he was maybe the third or fourth to give it to me in about three hours; my cunt was loose and relaxed by then (I was also loaded with cum) so taking him wasn’t a problem. He. She settled into a slow rhythm of fucking his mouth, looking down at him over the swell of her breasts to see his girlish lips glide up and down her girl cock, his expression one of fear, panic and revulsion. “Aww poor baby.. You don't like my cock? You’ll learn to love it like the cock sock you are..”He looked up at her and his fear doubled, the tone of her voice was getting darker, more vulgar. This. This he remembered, all too well. He slapped at her thighs, trying to pull free but that only.