Not far enough

Your daughter was being dragged upstairs by a loyal soldier. Three of your goons were fucking three of Betty's holes.

"There are eight guys here. I want you all to rotate spots until all eight cum in her pussy. No cumming anywhere else unless you already came in her pussy, but of course, keep fucking her. I want her pregnant by the end of the evening, with no idea of the father." Betty was 44, and probably just beyond a comfortable pregnancy, but who knows.

Betty might've objected, but her face was still being pounded by Goodwin. You walk up to the other female, Collins, who looked disgusted. "Are you filming this?"

"I have a bodycam, sir."

"Good," you grab her head and kiss her uncomfortably. She doesn't even try to lock lips or reciprocate when you reach your tongue inside. "Work on that kiss." You pinch her ass and ignore her glare as you practically skip up the steps.

You were outside the main bedroom, slipping your boxers clean off and consulting your very erect cock. You had come to this house to have your wife ****. You were ruler of the world, and here to make the world pay. But Tricia had been an innocent. Between her and Patty, she was your favorite. Daddy's girl.

You didn't expect her here, you didn't want her here, but here she was. You could hear Jordan slurping, Tricia involuntarily moaning. You had decided to fuck your daughter. To **** her. Not because she deserved it, but because you could. You had absolute power, and needed to convince yourself more than anyone else.

She'll be okay. It's just sex. You'll fuck her and move on.

You opened the door and spotted Jordan, completely naked as her large, muscular ass rose from the bed while she ate out Tricia, handcuffed spread eagle to all four bedposts. You walked up to Jordan and ran your hand across her tanned ass - she must sunbathe nude - lightly finger her asshole and cunt. She made no motion to stop her cunnilingus until you pulled her off your daughter.

Your daughter was plateauing, and didn't barely notice the replacement of Jordan's tongue with your dick, until you pushed forward. Your daughter was no virgin, always a boy hungry type with several swarthy boyfriends over the years. You heard some "No, daddy"s from her lips, inbetween her orgasmic exhalations, as the only sign of revolt.

All-in-all, it was a pretty successful soft ****. Everyone came, even Jordan, masturbating in the corner. You had traditional missionary, nothing else, with your daughter, filling her up with cum that would probably be destroyed by whatever birth control pill your daughter was taking.

You had done the impossible. You destroyed any sense of moral code you may have possessed. You cuddle with your daughter's still-cuffed up body, toying with her large breasts. She avoids your gaze, ashamed, perhaps, of her own enjoyment, or just overall disgusted by her father's wretchedness.

"Sir," interrupts Collins, who looks upon the entire scene with utter disdain. "It's the Governor. She wishes to speak with you." She hands your cell phone at the door to Jordan who walks up to you as you continue snuggling against your unwilling next-of-kin.