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stroked her hair, kissed the delicate white of her throat while her snatch milked me dry. She bucked as I unravelled, moaning her pleasure as my filthy seed unloaded inside her.
    “Good girl,” I praised. “Such a good girl.” I pulled out and lowered myself until my face was between her thighs. She was swollen, glistening wet with our juices. I teased her with my lips, savouring the dirty mess of her. “Grab your knees, sweetheart.” She did as she was told, holding them high to her chest and offering up the tight puckered ring of her asshole. My tongue wormed inside, lubing her up for my fingers. She took two without argument, but squirmed as I pounded her cunt with my other hand, pressing in four digits as far as they would go.
    She mewled; a glorious mixture of pleasure and pain. “Take it for Daddy,” I said.
    “Ow…” she moaned. “It hurts.”
    “Not as much as two big cocks, baby,” I rasped. “You’ll take two cocks for Daddy, won’t you?” They were the words she needed, just as I suspected. She grunted, despite her pain, rocking herself against my intrusion. “That’s my girl. You want more?”
    An incomprehensible sound, half feral as I stuffed another digit into her asshole.
    “You’re so fucking beautiful, Georgia. Cum for me.” I balled her clit with my free thumb, mashing the hard little nub until she was wheezing for more. I strummed her to the edge, ramming her deep and hard, so hard she’d feel me for fucking days.
    “I’m gonna cum!” she squealed. “Yes, Daddy, please, please, fucking fuck me!”
    “Good girl, Georgia,” I groaned. “That’s a good girl.”
    I didn’t pull out until she was long spent. She was perfect in the glow of the lamplight; sprawled wide open, limbs loose and her breath loud in the room. I rolled to her side, stuffing down the regret before it could bite me. Our breathing calmed in unison, the scent of sex heavy in the air.
    “So, what happens now?” she asked finally, her voice nervous and shaky.
    I hadn’t got a fucking clue.
     
    ***
     
     
    Guilt hit hard, but not in the way Georgia expected. Sunday was tense, heavy with unspoken words, and I’d catch her staring at me whenever I turned in her direction. I was keeping a lid on my churning brain, watching TV when she curled up beside me, the very tips of her fingers grazing my thigh.
    “Do you really love her?” she asked.
    “I have a lot of respect for Cynthia,” I said. “She’s a very ambitious woman. A driven woman.”
    “Are you going to tell her?” Her lip trembled, so pretty. “I’m scared.”
    I pulled her hand into mine. “Let Daddy worry about that, sweetheart.” I smiled. “And you’d better get ready for college. Things are about to change around here.”
    For once in her spoiled little life, Georgia Catherine Tate didn’t argue.
     
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    I may have been a filthy dirty fuck, but I really did give a shit about that girl. She’d wormed her way under my skin, well and truly. Now she was actually using it, her smile was contagious. She slept in her own bed without too much of a fight, accepting the rule that Daddy would choose when she deserved his touch and when she didn’t. I have to say she fucking amazed me; a world more obedient than the pouty little brat I’d taken her for.
    I kissed her forehead as she left for college next morning, laying down the law that I’d expect a full progress report at the end of every day. No boys, no drinking, no cheeky fucking mouth. Those were the new house rules, and they were non-negotiable.
    My dirty girl was home straight from class, bouncing through the house with a vigour I’d never seen from her.
    “How’d it go?” I asked. “Teachers remember your name?”
    “ Lecturers ,” she said. “Not teachers, I’m not at school.”
    “Lecturers then,” I smiled. “How was it?”
    She shrugged. “It was ok.”
    “And they let you back to class without incident?”
    “Sure,” she grinned. “I told them I’d