Raping Mia

Part I

I carried Mia, totally unconscious, to my bedroom and laid her in the center of the bed. The fifteen year old breathed steadily and deeply, a sure sign she was not about to come to. Looking at her laying there, so sweet and innocent looking, I almost had second thoughts, but pushed them away. She was going to get exactly what she deserved, the fucking bitch. I unzipped my slacks and pulled my hardening nine inch cock out and stroked it a few times to get good and stiff. Once my staff was fully erect, with veins showing near the surface and pre-cum on the tip, I climbed onto the head of the bed, near Mia’s face. I turned her face to my cock and rubbed the tip over her lips, cheeks and neck, until her porcelain skin glistened with my pre-cum. Then I used my fingers to spread her lips open and slid my cock into her wet warm mouth. I let her lips close naturally around my throbbing shaft as I began sliding it in and out. A couple times she made soft gagging sounds, until I got the hang of how deep into her throat I could go. Even though she wasn’t actually sucking me, the whole experience…face fucking my drugged 15 year old virgin daughter…made me incredibly hot and I soon felt my climax approach. I took hold of a handful of her long blond hair and fucked her mouth hard and fast. Groaning deep in my throat, I knew my orgasm was just about to happen. I pulled my cock out of Mia’s mouth just in time to squirt my jiz all over her angelic face. “Aaaaahhhhh,” I moaned as I splattered Mia’s face with my hot sticky cum. I left the mess on her face to dry so in the morning she would know very well what I’d done to her.
I lay beside Mia for a few moments, catching my breath, before continuing. Looking at her, I thought about the last two years, since my wife, her mother died. I know it sounds fucking terrible to say about my own daughter, but we were never close, even when my wife was alive…and now I virtually hated her. Since my wife died, Mia had become impossible, swearing at me constantly, skipping school at will, being brought home by the police, smoking pot in our home, you name it. Now I was finally putting my foot down, in a way she would never forget. I knelt next to my daughter, and began stripping her. Initially, I started to unbutton her blouse, then realized there was no point in being delicate. So I tore the blouse open, causing buttons to pop off and scatter. Turning her upper body, I pulled the sleeves down her arms and off. Once the blouse was removed I tossed it aside and tore her bra off in a similar manner, leaving light red marks on the sides of her chest wear the material had resisted ripping. Now she lay there topless, still out cold, and I admired her tits, easily 36C with big dark nipples. Next I tore the button off her jeans, ripping the zipper in the process. My heart was pounding in the anticipation of raping my daughter…who I had drugged to assure her lack of consciousness…and I pulled her panties down with her jeans. I tossed those garments with the rest of her clothes, and took a long moment to gaze at her impressive body. My eyes drunk in the curve of her tits, rising and falling as she breathed, then passed to the flat of her stomach, and continued on to her long legs (she’s 5′ 9″), tan and shapely from lots of tennis and other outdoor activities. My eyes lingered down the outside of her left leg, down to her petite feet and toes, complete with pedicured nails. Then I worked my way visually up the inner part of her leg to her smooth and creamy thigh. Finally, my vision fell to her cunt, with the fine lustrous patch of corn silk-like hair. And the folds of her virgin pussy, looking so warm, moist, and inviting.