Little sluts

Dad doesn’t like it when I wear revealing clothing, he warned me and told me off loads of times but I didn’t listen.

I was 14 years old when dad raped me in the kitchen.

My boobs had grown and I started to wear different clothes, clothes that showed off my body, but not too much, low cut tops to show off my boobs and short skirts to show off my legs, I was turning in to a beautiful woman and I wanted to show it and look beautiful.

But my dad thought I was dressing too provocatively, “I can see your cleavage in that top.” – “That skirt is far too short.” – “Stop dressing like a little slut.” He’d shout at me.

Then one day my dad got really pissed off with me because of what I was wearing.

I was in the kitchen making a sandwich to eat before I went out to meet up with my friends, I was wearing a low cut tank top and a short pleated cheerleader type skirt, I had the kitchen radio turned on and I was dancing to the music while making my sandwich.

Dad came home from work and came in to the kitchen, but I didn’t hear him come in, “What have I told you!?” he yelled, really-really loud, so loud it made me jump and drop my sandwich on the floor as I spun around to see him standing in the doorway.

“Dad you scared me!” I said.

Then I made the mistake of squatting down to pick up my sandwich off the floor, when I squatted down, my skirt was so short you could see my panties underneath.

“Slut!” he shouted.

“What?” I asked.

He threw his briefcase down on the table and rushed over to me, then I stood right in front of me, pinning me against the counter-top, “Look at you…” he said, as his eyes rolled up and down my body, “…You’ve got everything on show…” he said, spitting through his teeth with anger, “…You little slut!” he said.

“Dad you’re scaring me.” I said.

Then he slid his hand between my legs and up my inner thigh, and then he rubbed my pussy over my panties, “Uh – Dad! – Stop it!” I complained and tried to bash his hand away, but he had me pinned and he was really strong.

“This is what you want isn’t it – Guys in your panties.” He said, then he looked down my top, “Lets take a look at these too shall we.” He said.

“Stop it!” I cried, as he pulled up my top.

Then he licked the side of my face so I stepped on his foot really hard, “Argh – You little bitch!” he growled angrily, then he slapped me across the face.

He tore off my top and bra like they were tissue paper, then he pulled and pushed me towards the dinner table and he pushed his briefcase off on to the floor before bending me over on to the table, he held and pressed my head down on the table, “This is what happens to little sluts like you.” He whispered in to my ear.

Then he ripped off my panties, used his knee to bash my legs apart, then I guess he took out his cock because seconds later I felt him penetrate my pussy with it, I was a virgin, and dad’s cock felt very long and very thick as my hole stretched around it and I felt it filling me up inside.

“Argh-ah-ah!” I cried out in pain.

Dad was fucking my pussy from behind, constantly pressing on my back to keep me down on the table, and he was spanking my ass and it really stung, “Whose a good little slut – You like that cock don’t you?“ he laughed at me, then he thrust his cock balls deep in to me and it hurt like hell.

“Argh – It hurts – DAD! – Ungh – Ooar – Ouwch!” I moaned.

“Well if you’re going to dress like a slut then expect to be treated like one.” He said, “Jesus Christ you’ve got a tight pussy, girl.” He groaned, clearly enjoying my agony as he continued to fuck my virgin pussy.

My dad was raping me, I was hurting and crying, and it was horrible, but sometimes I enjoyed it, occasionally I’d get a feeling of pure pleasure as he pumped his cock in to me, I didn’t want to like it but my body forced me to enjoy it – but not all the time, “Uh – Ooh – Ungh – Uh!”

“Here I come.” He announced.

I knew what he meant, he was going to come inside me, “Dad no! – Uh – Please no!” I begged.

“It’s coming!” he said, thrusting in to me a lot faster.

“DAD!” I screamed.

And then he thrust in to me so hard it made the table move, and I felt his cock swell up and felt the warming sensation of his sperm shooting in to me, “Ooooaaaaah!” he groaned, sounding happy with himself, “Oooah that’s it – There we go.” He gasped.

He pulled out of me and then flipped me over on to my back and pulled me off the table on to my knees on the cold kitchen floor, he pressed his cock to my lips, “Suck it! – Clean my cock of your filth!” he demanded, so I opened my mouth and sucked on his cock, “That’s a good little slut.” He said.

After a few minutes he pushed my head off his cock and pushed me to me floor, “Now, throw those slut rags in the bin, get your ass upstairs, and put on something decent. Don’t ever let me catch you dressing like a slut again – do you hear me?!” he shouted.

“Yes, Dad.” I replied, “I’m sorry, Dad.”

Then my 11 year old sister came home and walked in to the kitchen, “Hi Dad, what happened?” she asked.

But she had made a mistake, she was wearing her school uniform, but I’d taught her how to roll up her skirt a little to look a bit older, like the other girls do, and Dad wasn’t happy.

“What the fuck is going on? – I’ve got a house full of filthy little sluts!” he yelled.

“What?” she asked him.

Then dad grabbed her arm and left the kitchen and he dragged her upstairs, I didn’t see exactly what happened, but she was screaming when she got upstairs, Dad taught her a lesson too.

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