Sometimes Respect is Taken

Daddy proves he’s still the man of the house

I walked in the house from an evening of waiting tables and there he was. My father, right where I’d left him. Sitting on the couch, beer in one hand, remote in the other. “Are you ever going to look for a job, or am I just supporting your lazy ass until one of us dies?”

“You have a real smart mouth. I suggest you keep it shut every now and then.”

“Or what? You might actually get up?” He put his beer down and sneered at me.

“I said shut your mouth.” He sat up and moved to the edge of the sofa. I turned to face him and put my hands on my hips.

“You’re such a fucking bum.”

He rose to his feet and quickly pulled his belt off in one fluid motion, a practiced move I’d seen all my life. “Are you serious?!” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Do you actually think you can beat me with that belt? I’m 16 years old. I’m not a child anymore.” He looked me up and down. His eyes glinting with anger. He licked his lips and a look fell over his face that caused a chill to run up my spine.

“No. Not a child. I see that.” He held the belt with two hands and slowly moved toward me. He effortlessly closed the distance between us and pushed me up against the wall, wrapping the belt around my neck. “No, not a child at all. You want to be grown?” He snaked his hand up my shirt and grabbed my breast. He squeezed hard, pinching the nipple. For a moment I froze, unable to process what was happening. “I’ll treat you like a woman. Is that what you want? Huh? Does my dyke daughter want to be a woman?” He pulled hard on my nipple. The pain shocked me back into the moment. I winced and cried out. “You have real nice tits, you know that? Real nice. Have for a while, now.” He yanked on my shirt, ripping the buttons open, and pushed my bra up. He bent down and caught a bare nipple in his mouth and sucked loudly, then let it slide between his teeth, bit down and pulled. He answered my whimper with a humorless, cruel laugh.

The belt was cutting into my throat. “Please, let me go. I’m sorry ok? I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you’re gonna be sorry. Trust me.” He unbuttoned my jeans and pushed both my pants and underwear to the floor. He grabbed my pussy, sliding two rough, dirty fingers between the lips. “Are you fucking wet? Your cunt is wet, you little whore.”

“Please stop. Please.”

“No. Tell me you want your daddy to fuck your dyke pussy.”

“No! Let me go!” He pulled on the belt and it bit into my skin. I gasped for breath, barely pulling anything into my lungs.

“Say it! Say you want your daddy to fuck your pussy.” He let the belt slack just enough for me to breathe. I felt the tears begin to well up and fall. I sobbed.

“I dont want this. Please let me go.” The belt snapped tighter and he held it longer this time. When he let air back into my body I panted and coughed before whispering, “I want my daddy to fuck my pussy.”

“Again.”

I swallowed hard and said louder, my voice shaking, “I want daddy to fuck my pussy.”

He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. It was rock hard. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want this cock in your pussy.”

I close my eyes, willing myself to be anywhere but here. “I want your cock in my pussy.”

He yanked on the belt, quick and sharp. “Whose cock?”

I sighed, hot tears streaming down my face. “Daddy’s cock.”

He pulled his pulsating dick across my slit, wetting the tip, then slid it back down. He hesitated for just a second before he pushed roughly inside of me. He lifted my leg with the hand that wasnt holding the belt and quickly found his rhythm. “This will teach you to show me some respect. And. Shut. Your. Fucking. Smart. Dyke. Mouth.” He punctuated each word with a hard, forceful thrust. He felt enormous, my pussy stretched around the only real cock that had ever been inside me. He was fucking me so hard now that my head was hitting the wall. He was grunting like an animal, his beer infused sweat dripping onto my body.

Finally, slowing down, he demanded, “Tell me you want my cum inside of you.”

“Please dont. I dont have sex with men. I’m not on anything.”

“Tell me, now!” The belt tightened.

I took a deep breath and sighed heavily. Staring at the wall behind him, I flatly repeated the words he wanted to hear. “Please cum inside me, daddy. I want your cum.”

He fucked my pussy like a jackhammer, groaning and growling. “Again. Say it again.”

“Cum inside my pussy, daddy.”

“Fucking dirty cunt, begging for her daddy’s cum. Beg for it!”

“Please give me your cum Daddy. Cum inside my cunt. Please, Daddy, I need your cum in my pussy.”

He thrusted hard each time he spurted and I felt his hot cum hit my cervix and coat my pussy walls. He had cum hard and his load began to ooze out around his softening cock. He stood there panting for a moment, his breath fermented with alcohol, before pulling out. He yanked the belt from around my neck. He grabbed my face roughly with his free hand and lowered his face until our noses were almost touching, his rancid breath wetting my skin. “Next time you show me some fucking respect, you understand?” He slapped my face hard, wiped his softening dick on my tattered shirt and walked away, his flacid member bouncing on his thigh as he ascended the stairs. I was left standing there against the wall with my fathers cum dripping out of my raw pussy.

I stumbled to the bathroom to clean up. I stood at the mirror and ran my fingers across the mark the belt left around my neck. I reached down, coated my fingers with his cum, and rubbed my clit. It was hard and incredibly sensitive. I closed my eyes and whispered to myself, “Fuck me, Daddy! Cum inside me…” It only took a few strokes before my pussy spasmed so hard that my knees nearly buckled. My cum mixed with my father’s and ran down the inside of my thighs. I knew in that moment that I would fuck him again.

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