It had been three months since Daddy and I first encountered each other at the gloryhole, and he was still "punishing" me daily.
I got bare-bottom spankings, belt whippings, and brutal over-the-knee paddlings. Sometimes he made me stand with my nose in the living room corner, with my skirt pulled up and my panties pulled down, so he could jerk off to my ass from the sofa. He made me blow him in every place imaginable. Sometimes he'd bark at me to go fetch the Crisco so he could grease up my big 34H tits and fuck them. He slapped me and spit in my face and called me a whore during those tittyfucks.
More than anything, though, Daddy's punishments came in the form of anal sex. He had very little interest in my cunt unless he was eating it. No, Daddy had decided he belonged up my ass, and that the best way to teach me my lessons was to buttfuck them into me. Repeatedly. After all, I was his only daughter, and I was just 18. I had many, many lessons to learn.
On this particular day, Daddy had me bent over the hood of his sports car in the garage, and was using his fingers to slowly grease my ass with coconut oil. I had on a t-shirt and jeans, and the jeans were pulled down just far enough to expose my ass. Daddy was going to fuck my ass with my legs together — my very favorite way to get buttfucked.
The garage door was up and, from our vantage point facing the street, we could see some activity in the neighborhood. We weren't immediately visible, although if someone looked hard enough they'd see their middle-aged neighbor fucking his teenage daughter over the hood of his car. Daddy liked this element of danger. He was becoming more and more bold with our exhibitionism. I think he wanted all his perverted old friends to know how he was using his daughter's tight, busty little body.
Daddy squeezed my oiled-up asscheeks together and fucked them for a while, then forced his nine-inch rod into my little bottom. I squealed; this was always my favorite part. That familiar "pop" as the head of his cock pushed past my anus and snaked its way deep into my rectum.
Daddy started fucking my asshole with long, forceful strokes. He'd pull his fat shaft almost all the way out, then ram it back home. I couldn't see his face but knew he was intently watching himself penetrate my ass. I think it was his very favorite visual. His big cock drilled up his teenage daughter's tight butt.
For the next several minutes, Daddy buttfucked me earnestly over the hood of the car, slapping my ass occasionally, pushing my face into the cold steel, punctuating his thrusts with his hot dirty talk.
"You like Daddy up your ass, you little slut?"
"You're such a fucking butt slut for Daddy, aren't you?"
"I'm going to nut so deep inside you, baby."
"Such a big load for my sweetheart."
"My jizz'll be running down your legs all night."
"You're such a fucking cum whore."
"Good God, you have a tight little asshole."
(I was to be as quiet as possible when Daddy took my ass, because I wasn't supposed to be enjoying it. But I loved it. Sometimes, Daddy's cock filled my ass in such a way that it made my cunt squirt. And even if I didn't squirt, I always came. I
was
a butt slut. I couldn't get enough of my father slamming my teenage ass.)
Daddy finished deep in my bottom as a young couple walked by on the street pushing a stroller. They didn't see us, but I'm pretty sure their nearness is what made him bust. Well, that and the incredible snugness of my little pink butthole.
I heard him zip up. "Go inside and clean up," he said. "I'm taking you for ice cream in half an hour. I have something to discuss with you. The last phase of your slut punishment. I've decided what it will be."
*****
Forty-five minutes later I was driving us to the ice cream shop with my hot daughter face-down in my lap. She was deepthroating me, a skill I knew she'd learned from sucking off strangers at the gloryhole. She was drooling and sputtering all over my cock, moaning as she sucked and slobbered.
She was a good little cocksucker and she knew it. I felt my nut coming on and let it happen, blasting my hot load against the back of her slutty throat. She swallowed my jizz and zipped up my pants just as I pulled into a parking spot.
My daughter was still licking her lips as she placed her order. A dish of vanilla, of course. Because she was a naughty little kitten who loved to lick and lap at her bowl of cream.
When we were finally situated in a booth, I brought up the subject du jour — the final piece of her punishment. I was punishing her for sucking dicks at the gloryhole in the back of the adult bookstore. I'd caught her red-handed one day when I'd stuck my cock through the hole and she'd been on the other side. I'd recognized her voice as she cooed and murmured and serviced me. But instead of telling her I knew her identity, I'd convinced her to press her ass against the hole so I could fuck it, too. When she'd realized it was me, she'd only yelped and slammed her ass harder against the wall so she could take me deeper. Such a Daddy's girl.
"You know you are a naughty little slut who needs to be punished, right?" I asked. "I am just doing my duty as your father by punishing you. It's not my fault you're a little fuckslut with tits the size of watermelons and an ass like a juicy peach. I am trying to teach you, sweetheart, that bad little girls get fucked when they're naughty. Fucked in the mouth, fucked between the tits, fucked in the cunt, fucked up the ass. It's just the way of the world. And you were very, very naughty at that gloryhole. How many cocks do you think you sucked there?"
She looked timid and took a bite of her ice cream. "I...I don't know. Maybe 200? I went almost every day during the summer and sucked at least five a day. It's like I got addicted to it. The bigger the cock, the further it went down my throat, and the more I liked it. It was like a drug to me."
Despite the anal session on the car hood and the suckjob on the way over, my cock hardened as she spoke.
I might have to take her into the men's room
, I thought. "Do you miss it?" I asked.
"Well...yes," she said. "I mean, you've been keeping my holes filled pretty much twenty-four-seven. But I do miss the variety. And the anonymous aspect of it. I loved eating all the different cum. And I miss the big black ones. They were the tastiest and gave me the most yummy sperm."
I'd expected as much, and even though I was jealous, I was glad to hear that she was craving anonymous dick. "Good," I said, grinning. "Because for the final phase of your punishment, you're going to get more cocks than you can possibly handle."
*****
I stared at Daddy as he went on to explain himself.
"This Friday, I'm taking you out. You're going to dress as slutty as possible — I will pick out your clothes — and we're hitting up the seediest bar I can find. A trucker bar off the interstate. We'll go in at separate times. You shouldn't have any trouble with getting carded. Not with those giant titties.
"You'll pretend like you don't know me and you'll allow the men in the bar to send you drinks and check you out. You will meet their leers with a smile. You will lick your lips and flirt with them.
"My hope is that someone will slip you something. But if they don't, I will. I want you nice and roofied for what's going to happen to you in the men's room..."
I gulped. The men's room? A wave of fear washed over me as my panties filled with fresh cream.
"Once you're nice and fucked up," he continued, "I'm going to approach you as if I'm a stranger and invite you into the men's room. The guys in the bar will think you're just some slut who gives it up to strangers, or they'll think you're a prostitute, and hopefully they'll take my cue and come back for a turn.
"Basically, sweetheart, I'm setting it up for you to get gangraped."
*****
On Friday night, on the way to the bar, I made my young daughter suck me off. I needed to nut before this evening got underway, because it was going to be one for the books. I wondered if she was scared. I hoped she was terrified. I'd made her wear lots of mascara in hopes that it would run down her face as she cried and got used. The mere thought of it made me climax.
After I busted down her throat, I glanced over at my daughter. She was stunning. She looked like a total slut, too. She wore a black and blue bustier top, a short black skirt, a pair of thigh-high black stockings, and four-inch blue stilettos. She had a slender little waist and long, shapely legs. Her tits jutted a full foot away from her body and her nipples were barely covered. The amount of flesh she was displaying could've gotten her arrested. I gazed at her melons proudly. They were huge and pointed straight forward, ready to cause an army of erections. I wondered how many depraved men would suck on those perfect pink nipples tonight.
Eventually, I pulled into a trashy-looking bar next to a truck stop a few miles from home. I couldn't have imagined a more disgusting-looking place, and I doubted there were other women inside. I parked the car, reached over for a quick grope of my daughter's huge tits, told her to wait five minutes, and went inside.
*****
Every single person in the bar gaped at me when I walked in. All I saw were men, none of whom appeared to be with each other, all of whom looked like mean old rapists. And they raped me with their eyes. Most seemed to stop on my big, nearly-naked breasts. The low rumble of their approval filled the room, but I pretended not to hear.
I spotted Daddy at a table in the corner and made sure not to register my recognition. He was also raking his eyes over my body, no doubt thinking about what he was going to do with my overdeveloped body later. For a man in his mid-fifties, he was insatiable.
I took a seat at the bar, my breasts sticking out far enough to jostle the tray of peanuts on the counter. If I were two inches shorter, they would've spread out on the counter like two overfilled jumbo water balloons. As it was, they jutted forth proudly, nipples barely covered by the slutty corset Daddy had picked out. Every eye in the entire bar was on my chest.
