My Daughter Lily

I've hard dark thoughts about Lily for a while now. The question is how do I get her alone out of the house?

My name is Tom and I am a 5th degree black belt in Taekwondo, a martial art I have practiced and mastered for over two decades. My dedication to the sport has given me a lean, muscular physique and an unmatched discipline. But beneath this exterior lies a dark, twisted desire that consumes my every waking thought - an incestuous longing for my own daughter, Lily.

Lily is the light of my life, a beautiful 19 year old with her mother's stunning blue eyes and my own raven hair. I've watched her grow from a cute little girl into a breathtaking young woman, her curves impossible to ignore. And as she blossomed, so did the sickness inside me, until it became all I could think about.

I started small at first, "accidentally" brushing against her in the kitchen, stealing glances at her while she slept. I'd enter her room under the guise of checking on her, drinking in the sight of her innocent face in the moonlight. But it wasn't enough. My hunger grew, and I knew I had to have her, to make her mine in the most depraved way imaginable.

My martial arts training gave me the perfect excuse to touch her more often. I started giving her private lessons, guiding her through the moves, feeling her petite body press against mine. I'd have to hide my growing erection as she bent over in front of me, her ass just inches from my face. The discipline I'd honed for years now seemed to be working against me, keeping me from just taking what I wanted.

But one night, everything changed. Lily had stayed over at a friend's house, and I found myself alone in my home, drunk on desire and whiskey. In a haze of lust, I stumbled into her room and pulled out my cock, stroking myself to the thought of her nubile body. I grabbed one of her dirty panties from the hamper, pressing it to my face as I came hard, my seed spurting all over her bedsheets.

From that night on, I was determined to make Lily mine. I started bringing home expensive gifts, showering her with attention and praise. I complimented her body constantly, letting my eyes linger on her breasts and hips. She started to notice, giving me confused looks and blushing at my comments.

One evening, as she sat on the couch watching TV, I decided it was time to make my move. I slid in next to her, letting my hand "accidentally" brush against her thigh. She shifted away slightly, but didn't protest. Encouraged, I moved closer, pressing myself against her side. She tensed but still said nothing.

I turned to face her, my hand sliding up her bare leg. She looked at me with wide, frightened eyes as my fingers brushed against the hem of her short shorts. "Daddy, what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice shaking.

"Shh, baby girl," I murmured, leaning in close. "It's okay. Daddy just wants to make you feel good." And with that, I sealed my lips over hers in a searing kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth as my hands roamed her quivering body.

I pull back from Lily as sanity takes over, a look of shock and horror on my face. "Oh God, Lily, I'm so sorry," I stammer, running a shaky hand through my hair. "I didn't mean to... I was just so drunk, I didn't know what I was doing."

Lily stares at me, her eyes brimming with tears and confusion. She pulls her legs up to her chest, hugging them tightly as she shakes her head. "Dad, that's not okay," she whispers, her voice trembling. "You can't just... you can't touch me like that."

I hang my head in shame, my stomach churning with self-loathing and regret. "You're right, baby girl, I'm so sorry. It will never happen again, I promise you that." I force myself to my feet, taking a step back from the couch. "I think I need to go sleep this off. We'll talk more in the morning when I'm sober."

Lily just nods, still hugging herself tightly as she watches me stumble out of the room. I make my way to my bedroom, collapsing face-first onto the bed. The alcohol has left me dizzy and nauseous, but it's nothing compared to the disgust I feel for myself.

How could I have done that to my own daughter? The one person I'm supposed to protect and cherish above all others. And yet, even as I berate myself, I can't help but picture her sweet face, the way her lips felt under mine. My cock twitches traitorously in my pants, and I have to fight the urge to touch myself.

No, I can't give in to these desires, no matter how much they consume me. I have to be stronger than this, for Lily's sake if not my own. I'll apologize profusely in the morning, promise to never let it happen again. And maybe, if I'm lucky, she'll forgive me. But deep down, I know that something has changed between us. A line has been crossed that can never be uncrossed.

As I drift off into a fitful sleep, my mind is filled with twisted images of Lily - her naked body beneath mine, her tears mixing with my saliva as I force my tongue down her throat. I groan in my sleep, my hand reaching down to stroke my aching cock through my pants.

No matter how much I try to deny it, I know the truth. I will never be able to stop wanting my daughter. And someday, one way or another, I will have her - even if it destroys us both in the process.

The next morning, I wake up with a pounding headache and a mouth as dry as the Sahara. I stumble out of bed, making my way to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee. As I fill the pot, I hear footsteps behind me and turn to see Lily standing in the doorway, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

"Lily, baby, I'm so sorry about last night," I say, stepping towards her with my hands outstretched. "I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing. It will never happen again, I swear it."

But Lily just takes a step back, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. "I can't practice martial arts with you anymore, Dad," she says softly, her voice trembling. "Not after... what happened. I'm scared of you now."

I feel like I've been punched in the gut. "What? No, Lily, please," I beg, taking another step towards her. "You don't have to be afraid of me. I would never hurt you, you know that."

Lily shakes her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't know what to believe anymore," she whispers. "All I know is that I don't feel safe around you anymore. And I can't keep doing those private lessons with you."

I feel my face flush with anger and frustration. How dare she say she's not safe around me? I'm her father, for God's sake! But I know I can't lash out at her, not after what I did. So I take a deep breath and try to calm down.

"Okay, sweetheart, I understand," I say, forcing a smile onto my face. "We don't have to do the private lessons anymore if you don't want to. But please, don't let this come between us. You're my daughter and I love you more than anything in this world."

Lily looks at me for a long moment, searching my face for any sign of deception. Finally, she nods slowly. "Okay, Dad. I believe you. But please, just give me some space for a while. I need time to process everything."

I nod, my heart sinking at the thought of losing my special bond with Lily. But I know I have no choice. I have to let her go, for now at least, and pray that someday she'll forgive me.

As she turns to leave the kitchen, I can't help but feel a sense of dread washing over me. I've lost my daughter's trust, and I'm not sure I'll ever be able to get it back. But worse than that, I know that my twisted desires for her are far from over. No matter how much I try to deny it, I know that someday, someway, I will have her - even if it means destroying our relationship completely.

And as Lily walks away, I can't help but wonder if maybe that's what I want deep down. Maybe I want to ruin everything, to take what I want and damn the consequences. Because no matter how much I try to fight it, my love for Lily has turned into something dark and twisted, something that can only end in disaster.

But for now, all I can do is wait and watch from the shadows, biding my time until the moment is right. And when it comes, I'll be ready - ready to take what's mine, no matter the cost.

A month has passed since that fateful night, and my twisted desires for Lily have only grown stronger with each passing day. I've tried to push them down, to pretend like I'm the doting father she needs, but deep down I know the truth. I want more than just her body now - I want to hurt her, to make her scream and beg for mercy as I take what I want.

But how can I make it happen? Lily has made it clear she doesn't want to be alone with me, and I can't very well just force her into a room and have my way with her. Not without severe consequences.

I've racked my brain trying to come up with a plan, a way to get her alone without raising suspicion. Maybe I can invite her on a "father-daughter" camping trip, somewhere remote where no one will hear her cries. Or maybe I can drug her. But I know drugging her won't work I want her fully aware I need her to whimper I need to hear her sobs her begging me to stop as I bury myself deep inside her.

The more I think about it, the more excited I get, my cock straining against my pants at the thought of finally having Lily at my mercy. I know it's wrong, that I'm supposed to protect her not violate her in the most depraved ways imaginable. But my sickness has taken over, consuming every fiber of my being until all I can think about is making my baby girl mine.

But I have to be careful. I can't just act on impulse like I did that night. I need a solid plan, something that will minimize the risk of getting caught. And so I keep watching and waiting, biding my time until the perfect opportunity presents itself.

Because I know, deep down, that it will come. Someday soon, I'll find a way to get Lily alone, and when I do, nothing will stop me from taking what I want. Not even her pleas for mercy or her terrified screams as I force myself inside her tight little cunt.

No, when that day comes, I'll finally be able to unleash the monster lurking beneath the surface, to hurt and violate my own daughter in ways she's never even imagined. And as I watch her beg and cry and claw at my skin, I'll know that she's finally mine, completely and utterly mine, in a way no one else can ever claim her.

Finally, my chance arrives. An invitation to the national Taekwondo Championships arrives, and I know exactly what to do. I'll beg Lily to come with me, claiming it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her to see me compete on the big stage.

I gather my courage and approach her after dinner, sitting down next to her on the couch. "Hey, Lily, sweetheart," I say, smiling gently. "I got something important to talk to you about."

She looks at me warily, her eyes still holding a hint of fear from our last encounter. "What is it, Dad?"

"There's this tournament coming up," I say quickly. "The national Taekwondo Championships. It's in another state, but they've invited me as a guest and to compete. And I was wondering... would you like to come with me?" I would love to have you in my corner.

Lily looks surprised, then pleased. "Really? Dad, that would be amazing! But I don't want to impose on you."

I shake my head, a fake smile on my face. "No imposition at all, sweetheart. I would love for you to see me compete. Besides, it'll be fun, right? Road trip and everything."

She nods hesitantly. "Okay, Dad. Thank you. I'd like that." I hug her tightly, thank you I'll make all the arrangements.

Lying in bed that night, I can't help but wonder if things would be different if Lily's mother were still alive. Maybe I wouldn't have developed these twisted desires for my daughter if she was there to focus my attention elsewhere.

But as these thoughts spin around in my head, I can't deny the truth: I want Lily, no matter what. And so, I switch on my laptop and navigate to my favorite site, one filled with taboo, forced father-daughter porn. My heart races as I find the video I've been fantasizing about and watching over and over again - a man violating his own daughter while she's helpless and pinned down.

The camera starts with a close-up of the man's cock, pushing in and out of his terrified daughter's pussy. I can feel my own cock throbbing in anticipation as I watch him pound her, forcing her to accept his seed. And then the camera pans back to show her face, contorted in a mix of pain and fear that only serves to turn me on more.

I watch it over and over again, taking in every detail of their brutal encounter. And with each viewing, my resolve hardens. I know what I have to do to make Lily mine. I have to break her emotionally, mentally, spiritually and physically I have to make her my personal fuck toy, just like in the video.

I close my eyes, imagining my own daughter's screams echoing through the room as I take her. I imagine her begging me to stop, pleading for mercy, but knowing deep down that she'll never be safe from me again. And as the images dance through my mind, I feel a sense of power and control that I haven't experienced in years. Watching it again I feel the tingling start and with two strokes more I erupt my hot seed spraying onto the towel between my legs.

Finally, I switch off the laptop, knowing that the time to act is drawing near. I can almost taste Lily's sweet nectar, my blood rushing through my veins as she gives in to my depraved desires. And when the moment comes, when we're finally alone together at the tournament, there will be no stopping me. I'll claim what's mine, no matter the cost or consequences.

The following morning, I wake up early and make the call to book a bungalow at a remote bed and breakfast, ensuring it's as far away from the offices and other bungalows as possible. As I hang up the phone, I feel a sense of excitement coursing through my veins. Tomorrow, everything will change.

Around 5 am, I wake up Lily and tell her we're leaving. "But it's so early, Dad," she complains, yawning.

"I know, baby girl," I say with a smile. "But think of all the fun we'll have on the road! And I want to get there before the tournament starts." She nods, still half-asleep as we load the car and hit the road.

As the miles pass by, I fill her head with stories of my glory days in Taekwondo, making her laugh and reminisce. But all the while, my mind is elsewhere - on the sick fantasies I've been harboring for so long. And as we approach our destination, my heart races with anticipation.

Finally, we arrive at the B&B. It's secluded, surrounded by woods, and the perfect setting for what I have planned. I help Lily carry her bags to our room. Who's going to grab a shower first I ask Lily says me dad I feel all sticky from the trip. I agree and start unpacking my stuff. We'll go out for something to eat I tell her.

She nods, and as she disappears into the bathroom, I know my moment is almost here. It's time to claim what's rightfully mine: my daughter, Lily, no matter the cost.

While Lily is in the shower, I allow myself a few moments of reprieve to replay the scenes in my mind. How will I approach her? Will I be gentle or forceful? A part of me wants to start off slow, to seduce her gently and ease her into submission. But another part knows that's not who I am anymore. I'm no longer the loving father who would protect her at all costs.

No, I'm something else now - something dark and twisted, driven by a lust for my own daughter. Lily steps out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body. She looks so young, innocent, unaware of the horrors that await her. And for a moment, I almost feel bad for her. But then the dark side takes over and my resolve hardens once more.

"Lily," I say, taking a step towards her." " She looks at me warily. "What is it, Dad?"
We're going to have dinner here, they have a onsite Restaurant if that's okay? "Sure dad that's fine" smiling I pick my stuff up for my shower and close the bathroom door behind me.

The restaurant is quaint and cozy, with soft lighting and soft music playing in the background. Lily looks stunning in her dark blue dress, more than a few heads turn her way when we are shown to our table including our waiter. She catches me glaring at him and giggles. "What's wrong, Dad?" she asks, her voice teasing. "Don't get jealous now."

I chuckle and shake my head, trying to act like a normal father instead of the depraved monster I truly am. We order our food and make small talk, but all the while, my mind is elsewhere.

After dinner, we retire to our room. Lily yawns, rubbing her eyes as she climbs into her bed. "I'm so tired, Dad," she murmurs, turning off the lamp. "I think I'll just sleep."

"Sleep tight, baby girl," I say, my voice thick with anticipation. I lie down in my bed a table between our beds is all that separates us, I watch her as she drifts off to sleep. She looks so peaceful, so innocent, so small, and in that moment, I almost regret what I'm about to do. But then I remind myself of who I truly am - a man with only one desire: Lily, my daughter, in every possible way.

I set my wrist watch alarm to go off in three hours on vibration. Three hours pass in the blink of an eye, and I awaken to a soft vibration against my wrist. Glancing at my watch, I realize it's time. With a deep breath, I climb out of bed and approach Lily's sleeping form. Her body is so close now, my heart races as I pull the duvet slowly off her, not wanting to wake her yet. She's wearing a silk pair of shorts with a matching top. She's sound asleep, her face serene and peaceful under the dim light in the bungalow. My brain immediately sending messages through my body. My stomach one big knot of desire and lust blood rushes to my groin which has never been as hard as it is now. I undress. Slowly I climb onto the bed next to her, she moves slightly and I freeze waiting for her to settle down. I can smell her, feel her warmth which causes me to start trembling like a puppy being held back from it's food.

She turns onto her side facing me, with a sigh she settles down again. Looking at her I start to have second thoughts but then looking down at her long legs and tummy I know that this is what I want what I need and I need to make Lily my daughter my little girl my fuck toy. I need to breed her and wonder if she's still a virgin. My hand trembles as I gently trace her bare thigh, moving up towards her shorts. As I lean in closer, my lips graze against her ear. "Wake up, baby girl," I whisper softly.

Her eyes flutter open, surprise written all over her face. "Dad?" she whispers back, her voice laced with confusion and fear. "What are you doing? No get away from me." She tries to push me away, I pull her in close, throwing one leg over her holding her down.

I can hear the fear in her voice, feel it trembling through her body. "No, Dad," she whimpers, trying to push me away. "Please, don't do this."

But I'm past the point of no return. My mind is made up, and nothing can stop me now. I lean in closer, my lips brushing against her neck, and whisper, "Daddy's not going to hurt you."

She struggles, but it only serves to fuel my lust. I hold her, pressing my hardness against her softness. My hand finds its way between her legs, pushing aside her shorts sliding two fingers inside her folds. She cries out in pain and protest, her body tense and resistant.

But I'm relentless. I begin to move my fingers inside her, exploring her wetness and tightness coming up against her hymen. I groan softly against her ear, "You're so tight, and still a virgin" I whisper as I thrust my fingers deeper. Her moans turn into sobs, but they don't stop me.

I feel her body shudder next to me, I pull my fingers out of her, raising them to my mouth to taste her. She tastes sweet and salty, like a mixture of tears and desire. It's intoxicating it's exquisite.

Her body racked with sobs and moans. I lean into her and capture her trembling lips in a possessive kiss, my free hand finding its way to her breast as my tongue forces it's way into her mouth.

I start to pull her shorts off. She grabs them trying to stop me.

"Stop it, Lily," I scold her, my voice thick with lust. "Lay still and let daddy make love to you."

Slowly, I pull her shorts off, revealing her small patch of blonde hair that guards her pussy.

I sigh, my heart racing at the sight of her innocence. I lean in, my lips grazing against her ear once again. "You're so beautiful," I whisper, tracing my fingers over her soft skin through her soft pubic hair. "So innocent so small. I whisper."

I can feel the heat radiating off her body, and I know she's scared I see the fear. But it only makes me want her more to hurt her more.

I lean in closer, my mouth hovering just above her pussy. My tongue darts out, tracing a line up her slit, tasting her. She gasps, her body trembling next to mine.

"Do you want daddy to fuck you?" I ask, my voice low and threatening. "To take your virginity?" I ask turning her onto her back.

She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. "Please, Daddy," she whispers, her voice cracking. "I don't want this. Don't rape me."

But I can't resist anymore. I push my cock against her opening, feeling the heat of her. With a grunt, I push forward, sliding my cock into her virgin pussy.

I watch as her eyes widen in shock and pain, her body tensing up as I break through her hymen. She whimpers and cries out with every thrust, but I don't stop.

I smash into her over and over again, taking her virginity with force and non-consensual brutality. The sound of skin hitting skin echoes through the room as we make love, or at least as close to love as we can get under these circumstances.

And as I watch the life fade from her eyes, replaced by a look of submission I know that this is what I wanted. This is what I needed.

I lean down, my lips finding hers once again. She tastes like fear and sadness, but also something else. Something that tells me she's mine now, no matter what it takes to keep her that way. I suck her tongue into my mouth then swap places as my tongue rapes her mouth.

I continue to thrust into her, claiming her body as my own, marking my territory with each thrust until finally, I explode inside of her. Deep inside of her thick rope like spurts of my seed spraying her insides filling her womb.

Her cries echo in the room as she pushes against me, trying to escape my hold. "You came inside me," she sobs, tears streaming down her face. "I don't want a baby."

I smirk, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over me. "You'll keep it," I say, my voice stern and commanding. "It's what you're here for."

I pull out of her, watching as the last remnants of her innocence cling to the sides of my cock. I step back, surveying her naked body. She's a mess - her skin bruised and battered. But she's still beautiful to me.

"Now," I say, my voice colder than ever before. "You belong to me, I own you."

She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. "No," she whispers, her voice trembling, "Please daddy don't rape me anymore."

Well guys and girls there could be a part 2 if anyone wants there two be.