What's one more going to hurt?

[M4F] What's one more going to hurt? [RAPE] [AGE] [incest] [father/daughter] [drunk] [prom night] [impreg]

(Note: a double space is an implicit pause. I'll try to provide a few intonation notes, but go with what feels right.)

[You are a middle-aged, upper middle-class man, married and with a daughter. You work "hard" as a middle manager, your wife contributes little as a housewife but to spend your money. Your marriage is falling apart, the intimacy is gone and all that is left is a sort of cold war between you and her. Your daughter is stuck in the middle, but your ego is too big to care or notice. Also, you *just* paid off your Mercedes.]

(With a mix of disgust and incredulity, and mounting frustration)

You know… I really can't believe you. We went out of our way, spent money we didn't have, to make this prom night special for you, honey.

And how do you repay us? By going off, getting absolutely shit face drunk, and spreading your legs for that piece of shit date you took. We're never going to hear the end of this shit from the other folks in the HOA.

Anything to say for yourself? At all?

No? Are you… are you *that* fucked up?

Pull over? Oh fuck no, you are *not* throwing up in this car. I *just* paid it off.

(Car stops, door opens)

Good. Get all that shit out of you.

Oh, what the - *what the fuck?* Is that… it's sticky. (Sniff) It's *fucking cum!?* You have that piece of shit’s cum running out of you!  Thank God I have leather seats.

(Door opens, closes)

(Condescending) I can't believe my daughter is such a fucking slut. Look at you - there's even *more* running down your legs.

There's… there's no fucking way this all came from that kid. How many of those pricks did you fuck tonight?

(Almost tauntingly) Hello? Still got nothing to say for yourself?

(Slight confusion)...You're obviously conscious. But… you seem to be just. Out of it.

(She flops down in the seat)

(Back to disgust and condescension) Look at you. You can't even sit up any more.

And… You aren't even wearing any panties.

What a picture. My beautiful girl, in that gorgeous dress, with that adorable smile. That's what left my house earlier the evening.

(Accusatory) Was it those cheerleaders? I never wanted you to join the cheerleading squad. They dress like whores. And the uniforms… those fucking uniforms. Form-fitting. They leave….

Nothing… to the… imagination…

My beautiful little baby girl… Reduced to… this.

Your hair looks like you just woke up. Your tits are half-hanging out of your bra. Your cunt looks a mess, too.

(Long pause)

Even after taking a few teenage cocks, it still looks better than your mother's dried up snatch.

(Belabored sigh, with desire)

On these back road highways… this time of night…we might not see another car for hours… and it's been months since your mom last put out for me…

(Pause, followed by zipper)

(With desire) You look… So much like a… sluttier version of your mom when she was your age. And. And I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've imagined seeing your mom's cunt drowned in cum.

(Spitting in hand, stroking)

I've got to confess to you, sweetie. You see, your dear old dad, he has some fucked up fantasies about your mom. Ever since she turned into a frigid bitch, I get off on imagining your mom getting gangraped. Filled with cum, covered with cum.

(From here on out feel free to improv as you wish. try to make it seem as much as I'd you are talking to yourself as it is to the listener)

And this. This is *so much* like one of my fantasies. You have no idea how aroused I am right now. And the way I see it, I'm never going to get another shot like this. From the looks of things, you've already had a few cocks tonight. So…

(Grunt, pleased sigh)

What's one more going to hurt?

(Improv sounds)

Oh, princess… even as the… I want to imagine, fifth or sixth, inside you tonight, you're still, so fucking tight.

(Chuckles)

Or maybe those little teenager dicks just don't have anything on a grown ass man's cock.

It's probably a good thing you're so slick with cum. Otherwise I might not even be able to fuck you like this.

Look at you. That, vacant stare. I wonder if you even know your dad is fucking his daughter's little cunt.

And with every thrust, I'm getting more and more of their filthy cum out of you. I can feel it.

And I'm wondering if you'll remember this. If you'll distance yourself from me like your mom has.

Either way, it doesn't matter. This is going to be burned into my spank bank forever. Permanently.

My wife, with a cunt like the Sahara at night, and my pretty little princess, the teenage cum dump.

(Laughs)

What a fucking time to be alive. It's 2018, and your life is falling apart, so what do you do? Fuck your kid. “Incest is best, put your daughter to the test,” right?

Fuck, sweetheart. I don't think I'm going to last. Not with your little teenage cunt being so slick and so tight. So are you ready, princess? I've fucked as much cum out of you as I could.

Now it's time to take your Daddy's cum. Get ready, honey. Because I'm going to go balls deep in you. Deeper than I'm sure those little teens could go. I'm going to fill you up. Play the genetic lottery. See if an old man's swimmers can outpace a child's.

Now be my good girl, princess. Just like you used to be. And let Daddy knock you up. Because even if you're a little slut, you're *Daddy's* little slut. Now take it. Take Daddy's cum, princess.

(Breathing heavy)

Now.  I need to get you home. Your mother is going to start wondering. You just. You stay back there. I don't want my cum running out of you, after all, princess.

And don't go throwing up on anything. I *just* paid this car off.