The easy route - let your arousal take over

"I..." you can feel yourself knotting up. "I need you. If I'm going to have to act your little slut for any longer, you're going to have to treat me like your little slut, right now."

Your father presses himself even harder against you, and you can feel his erection growing hard. "Follow me," he commands. As he drags you along, not back towards the lobby and your room, as you had expected, but towards the toilets, you can feel your anxiety rerouting itself. The knot in your stomach is moving lower, your cunt growing wetter by the second. The two of you slip inside an empty handicap toilet, and the moment he locks the door, he lifts your dress up, exposing your naked pussy. He pushes you over to the toilet, and has you kneel on it, your ass against him. Seconds later, he enters your slit. "Be quiet, cunt," he tells you as he sinks himself balls deep inside you. You press yourself against him as he rams you, again and again, biting your lip so as not to moan out loud. It feels so good to have him use you. With each thrust, you find yourself subsuming yourself in this identity. With him inside you, it's much easier to accept the idea of having to stay Julie for longer. Maybe even forever. "I'm going to fill that fertile snatch of your with my cum... any... moment... now." If he impregnates you, that would make everything so much easier. You wouldn't have a choice. Maybe... maybe you should just get rid of the emergency contraception, and let nature take its course?

"Please, yes, breed me," you whisper back, your mind foggy with arousal, and as you say it, you can feel him twitch inside you. He comes hard, thrusting inside you a final time with such **** that you knock your head against the wall in front of you, emptying his balls way up inside you. Even though you haven't orgasmed yourself, the feeling of his warm cum fills you once again with the warm glow of before.

He tells you to stay like that, face staring at the wall. You can hear him zip himself up, and feel his seed slowly starting to flow out of you. Instinctively, you put a hand down between your legs, scooping up some of the cum dripping out of your hole, bringing it to your mouth to lick it off. Suddenly, a flash goes off, and you realize why your father wanted you to stay like this. "Perfect," he says. You make a motion to climb down. "No, stay. Turn your face towards the camera. I want a few more." The flash goes off a few more times, and you find yourself revelling in the humiliating exposure of your well-used cunt.

When he's finally done, you climb down. "One more?" you ask him as you stand in front of him, your dress still around your waist, your cum-covered fingers at your mouth. He grins and takes a final few photos as you lick your fingers clean.

"I didn't get to cum," you pout afterwards, as you adjust your dress. "I know," he answers. "You wanted me to treat you like my slut, and that was what you got. Don't tell me it wasn't exactly what you needed." You look down in embarrassment, but you realize he's right. You didn't need to come. Feeling him inside you was enough. He steps in closer, embracing you, his voice warm and loving as he compliments you. "And you are a great slut. You really are perfect, Julie, and I'm really happy to have you." You sink into him, and suddenly find yourself crying, all the anxiety releasing itself. It feels so good. Having him embrace you as your tears flow feels so safe. Standing here, crying on his shoulder, his seed inside you, maybe even now fertilizing you, washes all the anxiety away and fills you with a strange euphoria. "You're right, Sir," you say as your tears dry up. "It was just what I needed. Thank you, Sir."