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   Title story: "Nobody Loves Me Like My Daughter" Author: INCESTOR 67588820   
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   Nobody Loves Me Like My Daughter My name is John Ruby. I am married to a   
   cold, but attractive woman named Beth, and have a beautiful daughter named   
   Susan. I guess it's not a new story. Beth and I met when we were 15, fucked   
   often, and got pregnant. We thought we were in love, well sort of, and I   
   wanted to do the right thing. Our parents refused at first, but 3 weeks   
   before the due date, gave their consent, and we were married.   
      
   Beth and I had both planned to go to school. But we could not afford it on   
   our own. Her parents were better off than mine, and they paid for her   
   education. I stayed home with Susan. My dream was to be a Journalist and   
   maybe write a novel or two. I was 21 years old when I finished my first   
   book. It was a Dungeons and Dragon tale that did surprisingly well. I write   
   about less than perfect heroes, shattered dreams, broken promises and   
   barely recognized lusts. Throw in a she- devil and an innocent princess in   
   mortal danger, and you've got a story that people seem to enjoy. The pay   
   was not great but damn, I was an Author! I soon found work writing short   
   stories, and articles for DD magazine, and later for their web site.   
      
   It was enough that I could feed my family and rent to own a three bedroom   
   home. Beth worked part time while she was in school, and with the   
   occasional helping hand from our parents, we were fine. For fun I hone my   
   writing under various pen names on the internet, including this one (my   
   most popular) Jaz1701. If you've read my other stories then you know I have   
   a thing for rape and incest stories that are written a certain way. I am 30   
   now, and have enjoyed force, submission tales since I was a kid, certainly   
   long before I met my wife or my daughter. While I was establishing myself   
   at DD Beth was finishing law school. By the time I published my third book,   
   she had landed a job at Pierce, Whitman, and Doyle, a prestigious law firm   
   in CT. It was a 45 minute commute to our home in Voorhees NJ. Beth was   
   smart, worked hard, and thanks in part to her father's connections did   
   well. Unfortunately the amount of time she had to devote to her schooling   
   and then her career left very little for me and Susan. I was still   
   attracted to her physically. I enjoyed fucking my wife. I still got a   
   thrill out of making her grunt, seeing her eyes snap open, and then glaze   
   over in shock as I fucked my fat cock into her barely willing, slightly wet   
   snatch. She was a good lay but not very adventurous. She did not   
   particularly like oral sex, and anal was completely out. You may not be   
   able to understand this but, well here goes. As my wife and I loved each   
   other less, I enjoyed fucking her more. I'd pin her beneath me, spread her   
   demure ladylike legs wide, and hold them open. I loved looking at her   
   tight, and tasty pussy. Sniffing it obscenely. I'd lick her juices,   
   enjoying her thin sneer of disgust, of uncontrolled lust. I loved sucking   
   her cunt in the morning, or after an intense workout. When she wasn't   
   fresh, when she was sweaty and slightly stinky. Her embarrassment was   
   exciting. Making her cum, scream out in a joy that she usually denied me   
   was a small triumph I know, but I savored it. My absolute favorite was to   
   pin my snobbish little wife beneath me, to fuck her just a little bit   
   harder, and a lot longer than I should. Not quite enough that she could   
   complain, but the thought of her forced submission still makes me hard,   
   still brings a snicker and a grin to my eyes when I think about it.   
      
   You see I liked to humble her with my thick cock. I'd imagine that I was   
   raping her, that I was looking her in the eye and ripping away her   
   virginity. Sometimes I'd chuckle to myself as I forced her to orgasm. I'd   
   get hard as I thrust inside my victim. I pretended she was begging me for   
   mercy, screaming in fear while I raped my wife all night. Our sex was so   
   "love-less" it was easy to imagine that it was rape. Oh don't worry I made   
   sure she came plenty. Beth was a wet, juicy, sexy mess when I finished   
   licking her tits and fucking her cunt. But as soon as it was over, as soon   
   as we came, she wanted my cock out of her. I knew that but I always made   
   her ask me. I always stayed inside her, kissing her unresponsive mouth   
   while I was half hard in her pussy.   
      
   She was a proud woman, and hated doing that. She always tried to give   
   subtle clues, quiet hints. I ignored them. I'd grab a tit in my hand and   
   one in my mouth and slobber on her, pinch her. Pretending that I did it for   
   her pleasure. If she left me inside her slick pussy long enough I'd get   
   hard again. At times She'd try to wiggle out from under me, but I was too   
   strong. I'd hold her down and fuck her. Other times she'd remain perfectly   
   still, trying to demonstrate her lack of interest. That was the best.   
      
   I love staying still inside an unwilling vagina. Feeling her most private   
   warmth, her most intimate caress, involuntarily attempt to expel my   
   invader. Either way, when round two began she would become frustrated and   
   usually mutter something like "Honestly John, not again..." ("Yes bitch,   
   again, heh, giggle, snicker snort, chuckle, grin. I'll fuck you as long as   
   I damned well please you cold bitch. This is all you are good for, so shut   
   up, take my meat, and LIKE it, slut!" I'd think to myself as I dripped my   
   sweat, spittle, and sperm on and inside my wife a second time).   
      
   In reality I knew she wanted me to leave her alone when we were done, but   
   I'd caress her clit, and fumble with her ass like an amateur until she'd   
   ask me to leave her pussy alone in an exasperated tone. She had to say the   
   words like a good little girl. She had to ask me for permission. It was   
   just our little ritual, joke between lovers. Staying inside her longer than   
   I was welcome gave our sex a spicy, rapey flavor that I enjoyed. Beth knew   
   another child would ruin her career. By the time I put a condom on, and she   
   added some spermicidal, the spontaneity, and romance was usually gone. Add   
   in the fact that she was mentally and physically exhausted most of the time   
   and well, we just began to drift apart. Over time, the rape fantasies were   
   all I had left, the only good, healthy connection we had. It was a slow   
   process, it took years before we admitted it to ourselves, and even longer   
   before we could say it out loud. I was staying with her for our daughter's   
   sake. I believe she was staying with me for her career. It was still an old   
   boy's club. Bad enough she had a child, and was forced to marry at 16, but   
   to have that marriage fail, to be divorced at 25--would be career suicide.   
   So our marriage hobbled along. Occasionally we were happy, rarely sad.   
   Usually we were bored, with each other. As much fun as it was to mock- rape   
      
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