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It was dark in the living room when I crept through the front door. I hoped my father wasn't awake since I was 45 minutes late and drunk
Carrying my shoes, I tiptoed through the darkened room and thought I was free and clear.
"What time is it Tess? And what the actual fuck are you wearing?"
"I'm sorry I'm late Daddy. Kate's car got a flat on the way back from the movies."
"Is that so. You can tell me all the details after you tell me why you are dressed like a whore!"
Daddy was still at work when I left for the party. There was no doubt about it. I looked hot as fuck when I left. More often than not I didn't care what he said about my clothes but I knew he would definitely not approve of my choice that night.
My skirt was nothing more that a 6 inch band of black elastic and bikini top. It showed more than it should.
"You wore that to the movies?"
Fuck.
"Ok Daddy. I didn't go to the movies. Kate and I went to the beach."
That was partially true. In reality, it was a house party on the beach. The guy was maybe early 40s, like Daddy. He was loaded and we got invited by Kate's older brother. I was never clear how Seth knew the guy.
"Is that so?"
"Yes Daddy."
"I just have one more question Tess. What the fuck is this?"
The night went downhill after that.
"Dad, I'm sure you know what it is. It's a pregnancy test. Why do you have it?"
He stood up slowly, controlled, and visibly angry. He strode across the room and stood maybe six inches away from me.
Daddy towered over me. I was barely 5'6" and Daddy was 6'3". I always thought my Daddy was the strongest, most handsome man, I knew.
He shaved his head, though he didn't need to. His broad shoulders and muscular arms came from his many years doing construction work.
"Tess. I'm going to give you one chance to tell the truth. If you don't there will be consequences."
I could tell by his voice how furious he was. It was low, almost a growl, and seemed to thunder in my ears. I couldn't tell him it was mine.
"It's Kate's. She was over before we left and she took it. Good thing it was negative, huh Daddy."
"I gave you one chance Tess. You failed miserably. I know you are lying."
"You see, just before you got home I called Kate's mother. She said she had picked you up on her way home from work and you left in Kate's car at 7."
"OK Daddy. It's mine."
"Deciding to tell the truth after lying is a noble effort but you are still going to have consequences Tess."
"It's negative Daddy"
"That's great Tess. I'm asking the questions from now on."
He turned and went to his chair. He didn't say anything, just pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him, like I was a dog.
It was demeaning but seemed hot somehow.
I felt naked as I stood before him. I was cold, but didn't dare ask for a sweatshirt. My nipples were hard and poked through the my white, very tiny, bikini top. The light above me seemed to make it look nearly sheer. The fabric had shifted and my tits were barely covered by the little triangles.
"Tess. Who would have been the father? The punk you were messing around with in front of our house the other night?"
"Um yeah Daddy. I'm sorry."
"Is that so? Do you think that absolves you somehow?"
I knew it was rhetorical so I didn't answer but as I stood there I felt my pussy start to heat up.
"You dress like a slut. You act like a slut. I bet you fuck like a slut too."
I had no doubt my entire body was blushing, I felt warm all over, and was getting turned on. Maybe I was a slut. It was weird to hear Daddy talk about me, or think about me, fucking.
"You are an adult now but you live in my house. You're 18. You just graduated high school and you are going to risk messing in your life with some dumb punk's baby?"
"I'm sorry Daddy. I'll be good."
"You're damn right you will!"
His voice echoed through room and I didn't even notice he had grabbed my hand until I was over his knees.
"Wow. You're even sluttier than I thought Tess."
My skirt had rolled up and I felt him run a finger under my bikini thong. It was then, I realized my tits had fallen out of my suit.
"You call this a swimsuit? One tug."
He ripped through the fabric easily and yanked it off of me.
I was fully exposed in front of my father and my pussy was getting wet from being man handled like that. What the fuck was wrong with me?
Without notice, Daddy's hand struck with such force, tears immediately came to my eyes.
"I'm sorry Daddy! I'll do whatever you want! I'll behave. I won't break curfew. I'll do my chores!" I wailed my ass stung so much.
"You forgot drinking! And this is not a negotiation!"
The second time his hand met my ass it was as if someone electrocuted my clit. My ass was sore but warm and my nipples were harder than before.
I whimpered the third time. It hurt so much but my pussy was getting so wet.
"Does it hurt slut? You can answer."
"Yes Daddy. Please."
"Please, what?"
"Please stop." I begged but also didn't want it to stop. I just didn't want Daddy to see how wet my puss was.
"No."
When he hit spanked me the fourth time I slipped and fell off his knees a little. I felt the cold air hit my wetness and it made me so hot. I scrambled to get up but Daddy stopped me.
"Well. What have we here. You are a little whore. You're getting turned on by this aren't you?"
"No Daddy!"
"Well then you have a freshly fucked pussy. Which is it?"
I didn't answer and I felt a smack on the inside of my thigh.
"Which is it?"
Either answer I gave was not going to go well. I thought for a moment and blurted out, "Yes Daddy. It's turning me on."
I was so embarrassed. I really was a slut if I was getting turned on getting a spanking from my Daddy.
"Just as I suspected, whore."
Daddy ran his finger up my wet slit and shoved it in my mouth.
"Suck slut."
I did and at the same time I thought I tasted good he asked, "Does your pussy taste good Tess? I wouldn't lie if I were you."
"Yes Daddy."
I was so humiliated. I couldn't believe it was happening. I couldn't believe I was turned on and I couldn't believe what happened next.
"Daddy might have to taste you later. For now you're going to suck something else."
"On your knees whore."
I slid of his lap and knelt before him. My skirt was around my waist. My tits were hanging out. And I knew my pussy was visibly wet.
In slow motion, I watched my Daddy undo his belt, unzip his pants, and bring out his cock.
It was much larger than any I had seen before and certainly larger than any I had fucked.
As soon as I thought it I realized I had just thought about my Daddy fucking me.
"You are one hot slut Tess. With those big titties, tiny waist, and ass, I bet you have a lot of guys trying to fuck you. You've probably let all of them do it, haven't you, whore?"
Daddy was stroking his hard cock when he leaned over, grabbed the back of my head, wove his fingers in my hair, and pulled my face to his cock.
"Open your mouth Tess and suck your Daddy's cock. Do a good job and maybe I'll go easy on you. I doubt it. You need to be shown how whores are treated."
Nervously, I lowered my lips to him, and licked his head. He tasted good. I wanted to suck the cum out of him. I didn't want to seem eager but I loved to suck cock and Daddy's was just so hard and beautiful.
He slammed my head down, pulled my hair, and used it to force my mouth up and down.
I was gagging and tears streamed down my face but being so debased made my pussy copiously juice.
Just when I thought he was about to cum he would slow way down and I was to suck hard.
After a while of, what Daddy obviously considered a game, he fucked my mouth hard, pulled out and shot pump after pump of his cum all over my face.
"Now you really look like the whore you are. Scoop all of that off, eat it, and crawl to the shower."
Crawl? Did he say crawl?
"But Daddy..."
"No buts my little slut. You just earned more punishment."
I did as I was told. I scooped up his, surprisingly delicious cum, and devoured it. All the while staring Daddy down in the brattiest look I could muster.
"Watch yourself Tess. You're just going to make it harder on yourself. Now move."
I crawled to the shower and felt Daddy's eyes on me.
