Why Did I Go To That Hotel

It was late summer. I was driving to the Super 8 which was two towns over, right off the freeway. I couldn't tell you why I was going there. Maybe he has some deep-seated control over me. I had just turned eighteen that year. In August my father called me to wish me a happy birthday seven months late. I don't think he knows my birthday. The phone call was startling, dark, and terrifying. I hadn't spoken to my father in nine years. He said he was in town, that I should come see him. Why the fuck did I obey him?

I was wearing a tanktop, cotton shorts, and no bra. It was a pervasive August afternoon. Out of high school, no plans for college, I was adrift as an adult woman if you could call me that. I pulled into the parking lot, all the rooms had a door that led outside like a strip mall for people who didn't want to be found. I found the 100 block, room 132 all the way at the end. I pulled up. I want to say I could have turned around, left, never seen him again. I would like to say I had a choice. But I'm not a strong independent woman. I don't have respect for myself. I smoke, drink, and get high. I fuck strangers. I cling to aggressive men.

I was standing in front of the door. My heart was raging like it didn't want to be a witness to what was going to happen to me. I knocked. He answered, looking exactly the same as I remembered him. I felt like a hooker he ordered. My nipples were hard. I wanted to cry. He closed the door behind me and did all the locks. I was locked in a cage with my dad.

"My god..." he whispered, resting his hands on my considerable hips, "you got fucking sexy."

He clasped his hands over my mound, barely covered by cotton shorts and panties, and started sucking my neck. I could feel his cock pressed against my ass. He grabbed my breasts like an attacker or animal, biting me neck, my shoulder, dry humping me. I was scared and humiliated.

"Lets get this stupid rag off," he said, pulling my tank top off. My breasts bounced free. He gripped them, pinching and pulling my nipples. He reaches in my underwear cupping my butt, pushes his middle finger up my asshole, and my knees nearly fold. I'm crying silently to myself as he violates me.

"God, fuck," he grumbles to himself, shoving me face first on the dirty hotel bed that smells like sex, cigarettes, and cheap detergent. Yanking my bottoms down, exposing my sex to him. He turns me over as easily as a toy doll, buries his face between my legs, and starts eating me. I stare at the ceiling. I feel the last pieces of my self-worth shattering. He bites the inside of my thigh, my lips, my clit. I'm crying silently as this wolf devours me.

"Come on, baby girl," he urges, pulling me up then on the floor to my knees. He hurriedly undoes his belt, takes his thick cock out of his pants, and hold it in front of my face half erect. I feel like a stupid pathetic bitch when I take my father's cockhead in my mouth and obediently suck the cock that made me. He runs his fingers through my hair as I suck my father's cock. Tells me I'm a good girl, that he loves me, caressing my cheek. I suck his balls. I'm a stupid bitch, and I suck his balls. He says he loves me as I suck the balls that created me. He tells me I'm a good girl.

When he's fully erect he steps past me and lays face up on the bed, his thick cock balanced upright and waiting for me. I'm destroyed, I'm submissive. I climb over him and guide my father's bare cock inside me. I sit upright, his dick easing into his daughter's cunt. I can't look directly at him. He tells me I'm beautiful grabbing one of my breasts. I start working my hips. He grabs my waist like I'm livestock.

Riding my father's cock, I can't let him see me cry. It's so thick, and I'm wet from shame and humiliation. I ride his dick like he's paying me, swirling my childbearing hips, rolling them back and forth then in circles, bouncing on my father's cock like I see girls do in porn. He tells me I'm beautiful.

He cums in me. I'm shaking, terrified. I want to die. My father ejaculates in me. His sperm is in my unprotected pussy. I can feel it splash against my cervix. His fingers dig into my hip joints. As soon as he lets go, I run. He doesn't try to stop me. I grab my stupid clothes and figure out the fucking locks, and I run to my car as dusk settles. I drive away immediately, going to an adjoining parking lot and parking in the back where there are no cars. I dress myself. His sperm is starting to leak from my worthless cunt. I scoop up some in my tiny hand and eat my father's sperm.