Daddy likes blondes

I've always felt out of place in the black family that adopted me. They took me in when I was just a baby, but from the moment I hit puberty, my adoptive father started sneaking into my room at night. He'd pin me down, force his thick cock into my pussy, and thrust until he grunted and filled me with his cum. I'd cry silently, biting my lip to not wake his wife—my adoptive mom—who was the only kind soul in that house. She baked me cookies, braided my hair, and called me her little girl, completely oblivious to the nightmare happening under her roof. Almost every night, it was the same: his rough hands spreading my legs, his body crushing mine, raping me until I was sore and broken. My body buzzing with stolen orgasm.

One day, I couldn't take it anymore. I confronted him during dinner, tears streaming down my face. "Why do you do this to me?" I sobbed. He just smirked, then sighed like I was the problem. "You're not ours, Jill. We adopted you. Your real father... he's a white ranch owner out west. Name's Harlan and he doesn't want you. You pay rent with your cunt." It was like a lifeline thrown to a drowning girl. I packed a bag that night, slipped out while they slept, and hitched rides until I found my way to his isolated ranch. The place was vast—rolling fields, a big wooden house, and him: tall, dark-haired with piercing blue eyes. He lived alone, never married, his sister having died a year ago while he was off volunteering in Haiti.

When I showed up at his door, introducing myself as his biological daughter, his face lit up with shock and something warmer. "Jill? God, you look just like my sister—your aunt. Those green eyes, that face... come in, come in." We talked for hours. I poured out everything: the adoption, the nightly rapes, the hell I'd endured. He pulled me into a hug, his strong arms wrapping around me.

"You can live here forever, sweetheart. No one's gonna hurt you again. This is your home now. Sorry for giving you up." For the first time, I felt safe. Here was a good white man with values, a rancher who worked the land honestly. No more hiding, no more fear. I was finally back where I belonged.

Little did I know, the only difference between him and my adoptive father was the skin color. That first night, I fell asleep in the guest room, exhausted from the journey. But sometime in the dark, I woke to a wet heat between my thighs. His tongue was lapping at my pussy, flicking over my clit with insistent strokes. Panic surged through me—I tried to shake him off, kicking my legs, but his strong arms clamped down on my hips, holding me pinned to the bed. 'Dad, stop!' I gasped, but he didn't. He sucked hard on my folds, his mouth devouring me, tongue plunging inside my slit. My body betrayed me, heat building despite the terror, until I shattered, cumming against his relentless mouth, my juices flooding his tongue.

Breathless and trembling, I shoved at his head. "Fuck off, Dad!" He lifted his face, lips glistening with my wetness, eyes gleaming. "You rode black cock, didn't you? You are a fucking whore. You probably moaned as he raped you night after night." I was so shocked, words failing me.

"It was rape," I whispered, but he just chuckled, crawling up my body. "But you came around his cock, didn't you? Didn't go to the police, either. My little daughter, you're a whore. You like being fucked." I blushed furiously, heat flooding my cheeks as he positioned his hard cock at my entrance. "And I will fuck you so hard. Your pussy is mine."

He thrust in deep, stretching my pussy with his thick length, and I cried out, my walls clenching around him. My loud moans echoed through the house as he pounded into me, hips slamming against mine. "Why are you so pretty and hot?" he growled, gripping my breasts, pinching my nipples. "Why do you make me so hard? Why do you look just like your mom?' I froze mid-moan." Who... who is my mom?" He didn't stop, driving deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. 'We gave you up because my sister and I conceived you. She blamed me for it, for putting you up for adoption. You look so much like her, I can't stop myself from fucking you. Pretty and slutty like your mom. We thought you'd be a retard from us being siblings, but look at you—became a perfect little slut."

"No, Dad, it was rape... and this is rape!" I protested, even as my hips bucked up to meet his thrusts. He laughed darkly, fingers digging into my ass as he flipped me onto my stomach and rammed back in from behind. "Then why are you so wet, Jill? Soaking my cock like a greedy whore.' I was lost for words, my pussy gushing around him."Did you cum for your black dad?" he pressed, slapping my ass hard. '
"Yes, but—' 'No, Jill. You like being fucked, or raped, or however you wanna call it.' He slammed into my pussy relentlessly, just as he predicted—I came multiple times, my body convulsing, screams tearing from my throat. 'You're so tight, just like her,' he groaned, his pace brutal. 'Gonna fill you up, make you give birth to my kids. Our kids.'

The words sent me over the edge again—I came obscenely, squirting all over his cock and the sheets, my pussy milking him as waves of unwanted pleasure crashed through me. He kissed me then, claiming my lips in a deep, possessive kiss, tongue invading my mouth just as his cock throbbed and erupted inside me, hot cum flooding my womb. I collapsed, spent and confused, but in the days that followed, it became our twisted routine. He fucked me every night, whispering about our future, about building a family on the ranch. And somehow, in that isolation, I stopped fighting. I married him—my biological father—in a quiet ceremony, his ring on my finger sealing the taboo bond. Now, his seed grows inside me, and the ranch echoes with our moans instead of my cries.