Teach His Daughter A Lesson

A hard hand slapped Lois Lane's ass. Not a gentle, playful lover's swat, but a real blow—hard enough to raise a mark, red and stinging, against the pale flesh, with the promise of bruises later. Lois Lane's eyes stared into the bathroom mirror, and behind the possessed reporter, her father's face was full of fury.

"You dress like a whore," he growled. Another blow landed, eliciting a pained yelp.

"You talk like a whore," the next blow caused her knees to shake, the old man really putting his shoulder into it. Tears came to her eyes, unbidden, and deep within Lois almost couldn't believe this was her father treating her this way...

"Harder, daddy," Lois heard her voice whisper, and knew it was her mother, egging him on to new depths of depravity.

Two fingers, thick, whiskey-stained, shoved roughly into her pussy. The intrusion was even more sudden than the **** on her ass.

"You're wet like a whore." There was a tinkle of metal as he undid his belt. For a single, terrifying moment Lois thought he was going to beat her with it—slam the leather down on her bruised ass until the flesh broke and bled—but as his pants hit the floor she knew that her mother had pushed her father's buttons correctly.

Something hard and hot poked at Lois Lane's pussy. No more than a passenger in her body, she felt her fingers tighten on the white porcelain sink, lower body going loose to accept him, ease him in...and her head raised to the mirror so that Lois and Ella could stare into their own eyes as her father fucked her.

The old man slid in roughly, all at once, Lois Lane's pussy tight and burning from the suddenness of the intrusion. His hands gripped her hips firmly as he took her from behind, thrusting hard, her whole body moving forward as he pounded his hips against her, punctuating his cockthrusts with stinging swats at her injured ass.

"Just like your mother," He growled, and Lois Lane didn't know if he meant her pussy or "her" actions, but she felt her cunt tighten and squeeze on her father's penis in an unfamiliar way, like some advanced kegel exercise, and knew that Ella was still piloting her, still in control...using them both to get what she wanted.

They were both panting as the hairy balls slammed into Lois, Sam Lane caught in a frenzy. Lois knew he was growing close...and a part of her wanted to scream, to shout, to tell him not to cum inside of her...but another part was already emotionally numb, helpless inside of herself, and...to be honest...feeling a voyeuristic feel.

Most girls have some feelings for their fathers. Lois never thought she had an Elektra Complex, but seeing her flushed and sweating face, the welcome girth and eager pumps, and the sheer knowledge that it was her own father about to seed her...

And then it happened. Her grunted, one hand reaching out to tangle in her hair, to pull her head back as pain ran through her scalp, pussy clamping down automatically as his virile jizz splurted deep into her fertile cunt.

"Thank you, Lois," the reporter heard her lips whisper, just loud enough for her to hear.