The Champ

"That's it, my good little whore. Your arse is mine. Take my big cock and know that no other man will ever please you again." he growled, grinning in triumph as he felt her rounded buttocks moving to meet his thrusts, pushing him even deeper and making her moan in rapture.

As their rhythm intensified, the sound of their hips slapping together mixed with the bed's loud creaking and Katharine's heated moans to form a crescendo that must have been heard throughout half of London. 'She's as loud as her mother', Eric recalled, and the way she writhed and thrashed and bucked against him, they were so similar even in their passionate throes it was hard to believe they could only be mother and daughter and not twins separated by time.

"Ohhh Yes Daddy, my arse is yours. You can fuck it whenever you want to; just please, I want more. Fuck me harder...ohhh harder!" A hot shiver shot up Erics's spine at her lustful cries, before an idea occurred to him and his eyes darted to where he had once most conveniently placed a free standing oaken mirror. Perfectly positioned and hidden within a shadowy corner, few noticed it there unless they knew of it before hand and all for the better, or else its purpose and his pleasure would be spoiled.

From where he sat, he could see Katharine's whole reflection perfectly and on her hands and knees as she was, she had no secrets from the mirror. Darker now, her piercing blue eyes had become veiled by desire and stared out at nothing in particular from beneath her dishevelled raven ringlets as her lips hung open in wondrous pleasure. Arousal had flushed her skin a deep pink and with each powerful thrust, her supple breasts would bounce so enticingly that Eric wanted nothing more than to take the full orbs in his mouth and suck on her pert rosy nipples.

For his part, Eric was more than glad his own reflection was half hidden in shadow. It had been many years since he had last stepped into the ring and his once magnificent chest, etched with muscle and equally as smooth as his daughter's magnificent rump, had become covered by a forest of coarse hair. His muscles remained, mostly, but a prominent bulge had begun to shape his softening stomach. He didn't know who he'd see there but it wasn't Eric Shaw, it wasn't the WWE champ.

Renewed anger suddenly raged in his heart. No, he was the champ. He was the greatest, no man could stand against him and he would prove it. No little puck could hope to match him, he would show this whore what he was capable of; he would let Elaine experience the true power of the champion.

"Oh-oh-oh-ohhh God...so...so rough...yesss...more...daddy...fuck me more..."Her cries disintegrated into a stream of near inaudible words and moans as he gave up all restraint. Letting rage fire his movements, he gave himself over to his desire and hammered her supple young body with unrestrained abandon. Subconsciously he could feel his own release brewing, yet he refused to let these feelings end. Gritting his teeth, he did all he could to restrain his mounting climax as she bucked against him. He wouldn't last much longer, the alcohol in his system was beginning to go to his head and proved to be almost too much for him when coupled with the intense heat and the way her still tight channel writhed around him. "Ohhh...God...so hot...don't stop...daddy...you're amazing!"

"That's it Elaine, beg for my cock. Isn't it better than his; bigger than any other, I bet that wimpy little punk never fucked you like this?" Eric growled, watching the beauty writhing beneath him. His eyes devoured her milky flesh as the tremors of his every Herculean thrust rippled across her toned form, but his eyes saw only the memory of a night long ago, a memory he'd once hopped to drown away in a flood of alcohol.

Katharine appeared not to hear him however. "Something's coming....Oh God I...I've never felt like this before...I think...I think I'm going to cum....I'm going to cum!" She moaned, writhing and bucking against him before her arms suddenly failed her and she collapsed into the rumpled satin sheets. Snatching desperate breaths, he drove into her with bruising intensity. He could feel her wetness running down her thighs in thick rivulets and the bed was creaking so loudly, it was a miracle the oaken beams hadn't shattered. Still keeping an iron tight hold on her rolling buttocks; Eric carried on regardless as her anus contracted around his pulsating member. Yet it was too much and with a ragged gasp, he pulled her against him and exploded inside her quivering bowels.

"I can feel it," Katharine moaned, still trembling as the force of her own release washed over her. "Oh God Daddy, I can feel your cum in my stomach! It's so hot...so hot..."

The champ could only grunt as rope after rope of his pent up seed flooded her anus. Feeling the tension in his loins ease, he released his hold on Katharine's hips and let himself fall back into the waiting pillows. Too exhausted to speak or move, his daughter simply sprawled across the mattress and lay there in an unconscious stupor as his essence began to seep from her gapping anus. A veil of sweat covered her body and her knickers had become tangled around her knees and though suddenly exhausted, the sight of her in such a pose made Eric want to laugh.

He would have her again later, he decided, and again tomorrow and then again the day after. Katharine was his; he would take her every day until she learnt that, only then would he take what was left of her virginity. He would not make the same mistake he had with her slut mother. He had loved Elaine and given her every luxury she could have desired. He had been soft and kind and lenient, but in the end she had left him and vanished with some wretched punk half his size and without a penny to his name. He would not lose Katharine however; she would learn her place and become a dutiful, obedient daughter who would never leave him. He would make sure of that...

Yes, life was such a grand thing.

The End

AN: Ok, this is an altered version of my most recent fanfic and I'm not so sure how it turned out. I have never written this type of story before so it is quite an experiment for me. For those of you who have questions, this is basically about a disgraced rugby star, former wrestling champion, father whose wife cheated and left him. Angry, he gets frequently drunk and takes his frustrations out on their eighteen year old daughter, sometimes becoming confused and mistaking them as she bears a striking resemblance to her mother.