It was 2:00 AM on a Saturday morning, and Frank was frustrated. He'd come home to Linda, drunk, hoping for some action, willing to overlook her many various flaws for a night, but she wasn't willing to do the same. Frank had tried everything--flattery and romance, forcefulness, bargaining, everything. Finally he gave up, sobering up and no longer feeling much of an attraction for the pig of a woman.
He sauntered to the bathroom to take a piss. Putting up the seat and unzipping his fly. He took out his woefully flaccid penis and aimed for the toilet, then sighed and closed his eyes. He was so tired. Deliriously so, and so sexually frustrated. In his mind, he saw the face of his youngest daughter--that pretty little thing they called Danielle, and he fantasized. As he released his stream of dark golden urine into the toilet, he imagined her face below him, mouth forced open, gurgling on his piss. It made him sigh in ecstasy, and after the piss tapered off, he opened his eyes, looking down at his now semi-erect cock.
He smiled, then wrapped one meaty hand around his generously engorged dick, and began to masturbate. He closed his eyes again, envisioning Danielle, choking on his cock and weeping. Frank found that he very much liked thinking of her this way, rather than being a little slut and willingly slobbering all over his dick. He liked thinking of her not liking it--not wanting it, but having to put up with it anyway. After all, she was small, and weak. He could fuck her face easily if he simply wanted to. He could go into her room and sit his bare, hairy ass on her face, and demand that she rim him. He even imagined he could blast rancid farts down her throat, and shit in her mouth. He came to the thought of enslaving his own daughter, to serve him in this manner for the rest of her life.
When he opened his eyes, he noticed he'd neglected to shut the door to the restroom, and that a sleepy but shocked looking Danielle was standing there with a look of disbelief on her face. Frank hadn't expected to see her after she had been so vivid in his mind's eye. He decided in that moment to...
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