My wife and I divorced years ago. Right after she split town never to be seen nor heard from again. Good riddance to bad trash. I had caught her in bed with not one, not two but three black males leading an interracial orgy, in MY BED, under MY ROOF paid for by MY HARD EARNED MONEY! Well that did it. I divorced her. At one hearing when the judge asked about custody of our 2 year old daughter she simply said, "I don't give a crap, the pig can keep the little kunt." Pig?? I never committed adultery nor ever abused her in any way. I worked 70 hours a week to keep her high maintenance ass in designer clothes and an Italian sports car and she calls ME a pig??!


Well the judge had a low tolerance for bullshit and awarded me sole custody and denied my wife visitation. She also ruled my wife got zero alimony and ordered her to return to me the engagement ring and wedding band, said she could keep other gifts I had given her and ordered me to pay my wife a settlement of $200 which was in the judges words "what a prostitute gets these days." as payment for what was obviously only one occasion of sex, the one that resulted in our daughter. I really liked that judge, and a woman too. My lawyer and I went into this thinking I was going to get royally screwed as the judge had a reputation for raking men over hot coals.

So the bitch formerly known as Mrs. Barrett moved off to La-La land to seek her fortune as a porn star or something or other and Melanie and I lived our lives in quiet hard working solitude.

Until last week.

Melanie is 15. She is an angel, a sweet beautiful innocent angel. Daddy's princess who treats her subjects as equals. As I said, I work hard. I still work 70 hours a week. Not as some workaholic executive who takes 90 minute martini lunch breaks but as a mason building buildings out of stone, brick concrete. I make things. I make things people live in and I do it well and get paid damned good for it. I built the home Melanie and I live in. I built her a special princess castle complete with moat and towers and even a draw bridge. I installed stained glass windows in her bedroom that I got from a church they were tearing down. She calls her bedroom complex "Melanie's Palace."

Melanie works hard too. She is one of those school obsessed rare individuals who just can't put a book down, not even the dictionary. I don't remember her ever getting anything other than an A in any subject unless you count A+. This summer she even took three college courses to get a jump start on her college career even though she is only going to be a sophomore in September. We, she, I, her teachers and guidance counselors all agreed it would be best if she stays in the grade appropriate to her age and just let her take courses at the college and do extra work for extra credit which will look very good on her application to Harvard or Princeton or Yale or where ever she decides will get to have her brains in their student body.

Meanwhile, all work and no play makes Melanie and Michael (that's me) dull people. So we decided to take a long weekend and go to the shore and stay in a hotel and relax, no work, no study, just Daddy and daughter sightseeing and having innocent fun on the beach.

That was last week.

I got back to the hotel room after a jog on the beach. Melanie was laying there on the bed naked masturbating. Not once, Not once in the 13 years I had been living alone with her had I a single dirty thought about my daughter. Not one. I was too busy working for the most part and had only dated sporadically. I counted on one hand the total number of women I slept with in 13 years and never gave a thought to my blossoming sex goddess, I mean daughter.

I was about to slam the door and apologize through it for intruding when I heard my daughter in the throws of orgasm shouting out my name "Fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard, make me cum Daddy, make me pregnant Daddy!" over and over again and I peaked back in the doorway to watch her thrash around the bed convulsively while frigging herself to what had to be a really nice cum what with all the fluids spraying all over the place and her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her lower lip bleeding from her biting down on it and her right nipple bleeding from her twisting it violently. My daughter, my sweet innocent little baby princess was abusing herself to a world class orgasm right before my eyes and she was completely oblivious to my very existence or the fact that I had walked back into the room and stood over her staring in wonderment and disbelief at the most magical scene I could never have imagined. It took her about ten minutes to work her way violently through a massive multiple orgasm and another twenty minutes to recover to the extent that she became conscious of my presence hovering over her ogling the beautiful sight before me.

All that pent up sexual neglect and frustration had taken it's toll. My cock was out and I was jerking off over my lovely innocent baby girl and I wanted her badly. I was overcum by an uncontrollable hunger and lust. I had to have her. I had to rape her. I now knew that her only reason for existence was to satisfy my urge and desire to rape the living shit out of her and mine was to rape the living shit out of her. She was born to be my fuck hole and I was born to fuck her. I stripped naked just as she was gaining consciousness and I climbed on top.

"Daddy?? what are you doing??" Melanie asked and I said nothing as I surged forward deep into her womb to plant what I hoped in my fucked up mind was a very large litter of future innocent little aspiring rape victims. But for now all I could think of was the intense pleasure I was getting out of using my baby for the fuck hole she was. I came in her. I came torrents into her. We were lucky I didn't tear a hole in her uterus from the sharp stream of years worth of cum gushing into her. 13 years of frustration ended in that on move and as I collapsed on my baby she whispered in my ear "I love you Daddy, thank you for raping me Daddy, I hope you made me pregnant."