I lay in bed trying to doze off to sleep, hearing Dad's night still roaring downstairs with music and laughter filtering through the gap at the bottom of my door.
It was silly to expect Dad to have stopped these parties while I was away at college. Why wouldn't him and his 3 buddies want to play poker until the early hours? It's been a weekly tradition for as long as I can remember. Not exactly my fondest of memories...
I woke up to the sound of whispering outside my bedroom door; I must have eventually managed to fall asleep.
"$100? It was always $50! You can't just double the price, Jeff."
"Are you saying she's not worth more now she's a proper woman? Off at college and getting curves on her body?"
"And probably being a slut, ruining her holes..."
"It's $100 or nothing. Your choice, Rob."
"I can do anything I want?"
"Anything."
The rustling of paper I could hear must have been Rob agreeing, as my door pushed open and a stream of light came into the darkness.
If I pretend to be asleep he might not do this, right? It's been a year since this last happened. I really thought it might have been the end.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try my best to make it convincing, but I feel Rob's weight press on my bed as he sits. For a minute nothing happens, and I don't dare open my eyes.
"Sally, baby, don't pretend you're asleep. I'm not stupid. Do you really want to do this the hard way?"
I open my eyes and look up at him. I thought I might be able to convince him not to do this, but as soon as we make eye contact, that horrible smile creeps across his face.
"There's a good girl. You know I paid money for this, and I'll get it one way or another. Now be the little slut I know you can be and get on your knees in front of me."
So that's it: it is happening. I could already feel the tears forming behind my eyes.
I get out of bed and kneel down in front of Rob. He tears open my silk PJs and pulls down my bottoms.
"Your Dad wasn't kidding, look at those curves! You were made to be a slut, baby."
Rob unzips his trousers and pulls out his cock. It isn't the biggest I've had in my mouth, but it would still be a challenge. He pushes it up against my lips but I can't bring myself to open my mouth.
Slap.
Right across my face.
"This is your last warning, Sally. Wipe away those tears and suck my cock. Now."
I open my mouth slightly and Rob takes full advantage, pushing his cock right to the back of my throat and making me choke. He grabs the back of my head and fucks my face, hard. It was rougher and harder than he'd even been before, bringing me to the brink of passing out. Every couple of minutes he stops and lets me find my breath, tears streaming down my face and my chest covered in drool, before continuing his assault.
"I wanted to do so much more to your pretty little body, but I forgot how well you suck cock. You really are such a good little slut, aren't you? Are you ready to take my cum? Don't you dare waste a single drop."
And with that, he explodes into my throat, holding my head deep into his stomach.
Rob pulls out, wipes himself on a towel, and leaves my room without another word.
Not even a few minutes later, I hear footsteps on the stairs. I guess this really is like old times.
One of Dad's other poker friends, Michael, wanders in. Michael has always been the nice one, but he still knows exactly what he wants.
