You're just 18, proud, a bit haughty, perhaps a little arrogant because of your looks, living with your single father after the messy divorce of your parents. You've become somewhat wild over the past few years as your body has developed, relishing making the dick of every boy who looks your way stand up and pay attention. Today, you're wearing a white baby tee, with a black lacy bra just barely visible beneath it, and your favorite short skirt; your favorite, because it always slides up on your ass, revealing the bare skin there, as you wear no panties. Your hair is done up in pigtails, making you look perhaps a trifle younger, which of course makes all the boys want you more.
You step through the door of the house, glancing about. You don't notice me, your father, relaxing in the armchair nearest the front door, so you set your things down in the kitchen and proceed to move to sit down and watch TV. My eyes watch as your skirt flips briefly, revealing the soft flesh of your ass beneath, and perhaps the barest hint of your shaved cunt as well. You finally notice me when my hand grabs hold of your upper arm, dragging you back, making you stumble, almost lose your balance.
"D...daddy?" you ask as you gain enough breath to speak. My grip tightens, dragging you closer, and you can see a bit of anger in my eyes; but what makes you scared is a harder thing, the burning, unrelenting lust in my gaze.
When I speak, I do so softly, in that voice that all parents have when very angry. "Do you always dress like that to school? Like a little tramp?"
"I don't know what you mean," you say, angrily, trying to shove your hand from my shoulder. My grip tightens further, and you whimper from the pain.
"I see I'm going to have to be strict," I say, and you can hear the anger underlying my quiet tone. I drag you across my lap, pulling your skirt up over your ass. "No panties, babydoll. Like a common whore."
"No, daddy, wait! I'll be good," you sob, knowing what I plan to do. Just like when you were little, that feeling of having done something bad wells up in you, and the fear of being punished ripples through you.
SMACK! My hand lands hard on your ass, covering both cheeks with my long fingers, leaving a red mark on your rear. You cry out at the pain. SMACK! Again, and again.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
You're sobbing from the pain, but realize that your cunt is getting wet from the treatment, feeling my hand against your ass. I pause, listening you whimper, resting my hand on your ass and slipping my fingers beneath you to feel your wet cunt. "Slut," I say coldly, and then shove you off of my lap onto your knees before me. You look up, confused, both at my actions as I begin to undo my pants, and at the sensations coursing through you.
"If you're going to dress like a whore, you're going to act like one, too," I say, pulling my thick cock out of my pants. You watch, realizing what I mean, and move to get away, but my hands grab you by your pigtails, pulling you forward by the hair and pressing your lips to my cock. You try to protest and keep your mouth closed at the same time, both in denial. My cock shoves past your lips, opening them, dragging your face down against my crotch.
You groan around my cock, making it twitch with the vibration, helpless tears falling down your face as you realize that your father plans to rape you. Your head hurts as I pull roughly on your pigtails, fucking your mouth and using your head to set the pace, the taste of my fat cock in your mouth, precum on your tongue, making your cunt throb even worse, your body's betrayal nailing shame into you.
"Suck, you slut," you hear me growl through your pain, fucking your mouth even harder now. You wrap your lips around my cock, having never quite done it before, and still a virgin, but you do your best, hoping to get whatever is going to happen over with as quickly as possible. Your tongue plays over my cock, and you can hear me groaning up above you. The verbal sound of my pleasure thrills you, that you're doing something right, turning aside my anger into lust. You suck harder, as best you can as I savage your mouth with my cock.
Suddenly I shove you off of my cock and tumble you onto your back on the floor, crawling on top of you. My hands push your skirt up around your waist, then go at your shirt, tearing it, leaving it shredded, in tatters. You can see the burning, deep lust in my eyes, and are terrified at what the thick monster that made your jaw so sore will do inside of you, having never had anything thicker than your petite finger inside your soaked cunt. You realize that there's nothing you can do to stop me, but you still try, shoving at my chest.
"Daddy! No! Please, daddy... stop... daddy... I'll be good daddy, please, please stop..." you beg, sobbing, as my hands tear the lacy bra from your breasts, fingers digging in sharply and squeezing your breasts hard. The pain sends a shock of shame through you, as it makes your cunt twitch, liquid heat between your thighs now.
My cock slams hard into you, tearing past your hymen, causing a jolt of pain to speed along your spine, your lips parting in a scream. But there's nobody to hear you, living so far away from the city. You know you're helpless, unable to even hope some passerby will hear and intrude.
