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My father had raped me last night, and I had enjoyed it. I was completely distracted during all my classes, trying to forget it and also brace myself for what would happen next. Daddy made it clear it wasn't a one-time thing, he was using me until he felt I had paid back everything I "owed" him.
During my last class I got a text message from him. "New clothes on your bed, wear them to work be here by 5." Guess he was putting his spare key to my apartment to good use, sneaking in to leave me clothes. I wonder if the cost of them was added on to my debt.
The clothes I found on my bed weren't much, a strapless top, one size too small so my tits were almost overflowing and very short skirt that showed glimpses of my ass cheeks every time I moved. He hadn't left out any undies, so I chose a white strapless bra and bikini panties for underneath. Once I was dressed, I avoided looking in the mirror and went straight to work. Walking through the parking lot, several of the mechanics in the garage whistled and cat called me, but I ignored them hoping they would stop noticing me.
Daddy was on the phone when I entered his office, but he still gave me his special extra creepy smile. Not bothering to pause his conversation, he pushed back from his desk and motioned for me to come bend over it. Silently, I go over to him and put my hands and face on his desk, bending in half so my ass is sticking out, meaning my skirt was covering nothing. A sharp slap on my ass made me yelp, then Daddy hooked his finger through the crotch of my panties and pulled up sharply making them dig into my pussy painfully.
"Sorry about the noises on my end, Terry." He says into the phone "Just got a new office slut and I'm still training her, good help really is hard to find you know." He's talking calmly to whoever he's on the phone with as he continues torturing me with my panties making me whimper. Wedging them tightly between the lips of my pussy, leaving my ass cheeks bare, he spanks me a few more times each one hard enough to make me cry out.
"What kind of dumb slut puts on panties before work?" he chides me "The point of a skirt this short is so your pussy is hanging out, easy for me to use anytime I want it."
Whoever he's on the phone with must be enjoying listening because my father chuckles into the phone and mentions inviting him to join next time before hanging up. With two hands free, he smacks me on both ass cheeks at the same time and tears start to fall down my face from the pain.
"Don't you ever wear another pair of panties in this building, you hear me whore?!" he growls at me.
"Yes, Daddy" I whimper through my tears "I'm sorry!"
"I know you're sorry. You're a sorry little whore, and I'm going to use you like one. Spread your legs!" he tells me, roughly pushing my thighs as wide as they'll go. This pulls my panties tighter for a second, then I feel his finger pull them out giving me a little relief. That doesn't last long at all as he reaches past me, getting scissors out of the pencil holder on his desk and uses the to cut right through the crotch of my undies. "There, those are the right kind of panties for a dumb whore like you to wear" he says.
As tears keep flowing down my face, I can also feel a trickle of pussy juice starting to drip down my thigh. Daddy must notice it as well, because he's laughing to himself as he stands up and shoves his cock into me so hard he knocks the air from my lungs. One hand grabs my hair pulling back, using it as leverage to bounce my ass back onto him. I can hear small clicking sounds that tell me his other hand is holding his phone as he photographs us fucking.
