It was late. Really late. But Ella had been having too much fun celebrating her 18th birthday with her friends, and was too drunk to pay attention to the time until it was already too late. She just hoped her daddy, Doug, had gone to sleep already and wouldn't catch her sneaking back in. She slowly opened the front door and slid into the dark foyer, tip toeing so the heels on her 3 inch high, strappy shoes wouldn't clack on the floor. She shut the door as quietly as she could, relocking it before leaning her forehead against its cool surface for a moment to stop the world from spinning. With an unsteady sigh, Ella congratulated herself on getting in quietly enough she wouldn't wake Doug.
She turned back around, one hand still on the door so she could bend over to take off her shoes, her cleavage practically spilling out of the tight tube top she was wearing, the buttons threatening to pop if she breathed wrong. Suddenly, the light snapped on. Ella froze.
"You're late."
She lowered her foot and slowly raised her head, wobbling unsteadily as she looked across the foyer at where Doug stood with his arms crossed and a stern expression on his face. "I'm sorry, Daddy! I was having so much fun and-" She said, slurring her words slightly before her daddy cut her off.
"You're drunk."
Ella hung her head and shuffled uncomfortably as she swayed drunkenly in her too-tall heels. "Yes, Daddy." She said meekly, cheeks burning.
"And that is not the outfit you left in." Doug's eyes raked her up and down, and Ella noticed an uncomfortable gleam in them as he lingered on her straining cleavage.
"N-no." Ella said slowly, "Chrissy said if I wore this I would get lots of free drinks for my birthday. I tried to say no, Daddy, I swear, but she insisted!" She looked down at the outfit, a tight tube top with three straining buttons, a mini skirt that barely covered her ass, fishnet stockings, and heels higher than she had ever worn before. She hadn't tried to say no, but daddy didn't know that. Or how much she'd enjoyed the attention from all the men at the bar. Though he could probably tell how many free drinks she'd had.
Her father frowned before striding to stand in front of her, smelling the alcohol on her breath as he stared down at her outfit. "And did it work? Did my daughter get lots of free drinks?"
"What? No, Daddy, I'm not a-"
"Shut up." Doug reached up and fingered the tube top for a moment before yanking outward, causing the buttons to fly off and the shirt to fall away, exposing Ella's bare tits. "Not even wearing a bra," he said, reaching up to fondle one of his daughter's perky breasts, flicking at the hardened nipple with his thumb. He shook his head sadly as Ella stood frozen, eyes wide with fear as she tried to process what was happening. "My beautiful daughter, just a common whore. What would your mother think, Daniella? She's probably turning in her grave. We raised you to be good, gave you everything you could possibly want, and this is how you say thanks? By dressing like a slut? I bet you've been fucking all the neighbour boys, haven't you?"
Ella's thoughts finally caught up to her and she brought an arm up to try to move Doug''s hand and cover her exposed breasts, but her daddy just brushed her arm away as he continued to play with her nipple, twisting it until she gasped. "No, Daddy! I'm not a slut. I'm a virgin! I've never even had sex. This was all Chrissy's idea and-"
*crack*
Doug's hand connected solidly with Ella's face, the sound resonating in the otherwise quiet home. Her hand flew to her face as she looked at her daddy with wide eyes.
"Enough excuses." Doug took a small step back, releasing Ella's tit and looked her up and down again. "I don't believe you. You aren't a virgin, not dressed like that. I bet you don't even have panties on, you little whore." Daddy reached forward again to unzip the back of Ella's skirt before she could stop him. He tugged on the skirt slightly until it fell to the ground, revealing that she was wearing a tiny, black g-string that left nothing to the imagination, her mound obviously shaved bare. Ella's dad smirked, "even worse. You fucking whore. Teeny tiny panties and a shaved cunt? You're probably fucking all the boys and their daddy's, aren't you?"
"Daddy, please stop." Ella begged, her make up starting to run down her cheeks as she cried.
"No," her daddy growled, looping a couple of fingers through her fishnet stockings. "We need to see just how big of a slut my little baby girl really is." He tore a large hole in the flimsy fishnets before sliding a hand up her now bare thigh and running a finger along the fabric of her panties. "Mm, such a wet little cunt. No way you are this wet and still a virgin. I'll show you how we treat whores in this house," he growled again as he slid a finger under his daughter's panties to run it along the length of her cunt, feeling the wet warmth coating him as Ella let out a little gasp. "You like this, don't you, you little slut?" He slid first one finger and then a second into her tight cunt, feeling her juices coat them.
Ella didn't answer, biting her lip and trying in vain to hold back tears.
Doug slapped her face again, "I asked a question, whore. Answer me."
Ella whimpered, "No, Daddy, please don't do this. Stop, I don't like it."
"Liar." He brought his fingers up to his mouth and slowly sucked Ella's juices off, his eyes locked with hers. "Tastes like you love it." Ella's mouth fell open and she tried to back away but with her back against the door there was nowhere to go. "On your knees. Now."
Unsure what he would do if she disobeyed, Ella dropped quickly to her knees placing her head level with the bulge of her daddy's hard cock. She watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as he slowly undid his belt and unzipped his pants before pulling his thick cock out and pointing it at her mouth. She had never even seen a cock before, the furthest she'd gone with anyone was when she let a boy play with her tits while she rubbed his cock through his pants, but that certainly hadn't felt as thick as her daddy's cock looked. Ella just barely managed to stop herself from licking her lips at the sight and proving to her daddy without a doubt that she was the whore he thought she was,
"Suck, whore. Suck Daddy's cock." He smirked down at her, "I can tell you want to, slut."
Ella swallowed and looked up at her daddy, eyes red from crying and make-up running down her face, hoping this was some kind of joke, that Daddy wouldn't make her do this. Daddy looked expectantly down at her, no hint that he wasn't serious on his face. Tentatively, she leaned forward slightly and flicked her tongue on the tip of his cock before taking the head in her mouth.
"Suck it like you mean it, you fucking cock tease." He growled impatiently, grabbing her hair and forcing her to take the whole length of his cock in her mouth, causing Ella to gag and sputter as she tried to pull away. Daddy's strong hands prevented her from pulling back, so she closed her eyes, tears leaking out the corners, and did her best to suck his cock.
After a long moment, Daddy allowed her enough freedom to pull back so that she wouldn't gag, but kept his hands in her hair to guide her when she faltered. "Cup my balls, slut. Worship them, like the little cock whore that you are."
Ella let out a muffled affirmative and brought up her hand to cup her Daddy's balls, rolling their weight gently in her hands as she sucked and slurped on his cock. Doug leaned his head back slightly and closed his eyes, groaning as he enjoyed the feeling of his barely legal daughter's mouth around his cock. It was better than he had ever imagined it would be, those lonely nights when he jerked off imaging her touch.
As Ella began to tire, Daddy shoved her mouth fully down on his cock one more time before releasing her hair. Ella pulled back, Daddy's cock slowly slipping from her mouth, a line of drool still connecting them before she rocked back slightly and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up to Daddy for some sort of reassurance that the nightmare was over, but Ella could tell from the way he hungrily licked his lips as he looked at her ruined makeup, large, bare tits, and torn fishnets that he wasn't done. She'd seen the boys at school look at her like that before, like she was nothing more than a piece of meat that they wanted to impale. She felt a brief thrill of excitement at the thought that her daddy wanted her, which she quickly shoved aside. This was wrong, she reminded herself, she wasn't supposed to enjoy her daddy violating her, she wasn't supposed to want more.
"Good little whore," he murmured, holding out a hand to help her stand up. She swayed unsteadily, still drunk and off-balance, as she stood in front of him again, acutely aware of how little she's wearing. "Now, it's time to see for sure if my little angel was telling the truth about being a virgin, or if she's just a nasty little slut." He buttoned his pants back up so they wouldn't fall off, his cock still free, hard, and covered in his daughter's saliva.
"What... what are you going to do, Daddy? You can't-"
