For a Father's Love, Part 9 by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) Turning down our street I noticed the black car in the driveway. The entire trip Christy hardly said a word and I only said a few. There wasn't much to say. As we got closer I noticed the car was parked in the center of my driveway. I have a two-car garage with enough space to park four more cars in the driveway and this idiot parked in such a way that I had to park on the street. I was irritated when I stepped out but didn't say anything to the man as he exited his car and walked towards us. "Where the hell have you been? I've been waiting over half an hour!" he bellowed, as if he were angry with us for inconveniencing him. He's got some nerve talking to me like that. Movement from the next-door neighbor's house caught my attention as I saw Fred watering his hedges watching what was going on. I waved to him before heading towards the house. The big guy followed us inside and I closed the door. This man actually was very large and reminded me of a stereotypical CIA agent on TV, minus the earpiece. He did have on a three-piece suit and tie with shiny black shoes and his hair was parted on the side. My best guess was that he was about 6 foot 4 or 5 and weighted at least 250 pounds. Christy was dwarfed standing next to him. Lifting her by the waist, he tossed her over his shoulder and headed towards the back of the house. "Which room?" he called out looking at the five doors in the hallway. I pointed out my bedroom and followed as he headed that way with her looking at me from behind him. Unceremoniously he dropped her to the bed and removed his tie. She stared up at the giant with a wild look of concern in her eyes. It has been a hard day for her so far and it was only 2:30. We both watched carefully, as after removing his shoes, he began removing his pants. I was worried that his cock would be proportional to his size and really hurt her. I almost felt a little better when his briefs dropped and he seemed to be about my fully erect size. The only problem was that he wasn't hard which meant there was still room to grow. "Strip," he ordered while unbuttoning his shirt and Christy obeyed, taking her skirt off first. She hesitated on her blouse and looked at me for guidance. "Don't look at him, do what I tell you to," he snapped. She followed his order and soon was just as naked as he was. Stroking his cock a few times I watched as it swelled, easily surpassing my size in every way. It was still pointing south and flopped against his balls when he let it go. Damn, that's going to hurt her. "Com 'ere, whore," he barked, grabbing her by the back of the neck and pulling her closer to his groin. Her mouth automatically opened and he pushed it in, filling her oral cavity with just the head. Pulling her hair, he yanked her closer and she squealed from the sudden shift of her head. Holding it with his right hand, he still had enough cock sticking out of her face for her to hold it with both hands between her lips and his fist. He was rough with her, jerking her back and forth, gagging and choking her with his huge cock and calling her a little whore and a fucking cunt. I could see tears rolling down her face but I wasn't sure if they were from gagging, the rough treatment he gave her, or from the humiliating way she was treated. For at least five minutes he used her mouth like that, gagging her often until he flipped her onto her hands and knees, pressing between her shoulder blades until her chest collapsed onto the bed. Giving his cock a few final strokes, he pointed it between her legs and moved closer. "You'd better use some lube," I called out. "She's still pretty tight." Seeing the crinkled tube on the nightstand, he squeezed out whatever he could and rubbed it over the head. There was just enough to give a thin coating and he resumed his assault. She squealed as the bulbous head split her opened and moved slightly away from him. Slapping her ass hard, the sound resonated throughout the room. "Keep still, slut!" he ordered. Pulling her back to him, he pushed harder, drawing out a loud grunt as it entered. I wasn't sure how much he would try to get inside her but just the thickness of it would have stretched her hole beyond capacity. She moaned as more slid in. With just enough inside to catch, he gripped her by the waist and began pushing and pulling her thin body back and forth, using her pussy to masturbate with. It slipped out or perhaps was forced out several times, and each time she received a hard slap on her ass. Even from 10 feet away I could see the bright-red handprints on her snow-white cheeks. She began sobbing as he spanked her more and harder each time she cried out. "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" he yelled, jerking her by the hair, raising her chest about six inches off the bed. Finally she remained still while he roughly sawed in and out of her but she knew not to make a sound. Removing his club-sized cock from her abused hole, he redirected it upward slightly and rubbed it against her asshole. "James says you love it in the ass. I'm glad 'cause I like to fuck whores in the ass," he said, pushing the head against her. She whimpered and gave a loud grunt as an inch or so disappeared inside her rectum. She received three more slaps on her ass cheeks for the noise and remained silent while he pushed deeper inside. Her head was turned to the side, her eyes closed and I could see the glistening of tears streaming down the bridge of her nose. I'm her father and I'm supposed to protect her, to keep her from harm, to save her in times of despair but instead I was watching a brutal man ravaging her tender young body while slowly stroking my erection, waiting for him to finish so that I could take a turn. What kind of man am I? His strokes became faster, the force more savage as he neared completion. She was being wrenched back and forth like a rag doll as he pounded violently into her abused little asshole. From my angle it was hard to determine if he had fully penetrated her but there was no space between their bodies as he continually rammed into her upturned butt. The viciousness towards the end became too much for her and she cried out just as he crashed into her one final time, holding his thighs motionless while roaring like a triumphant beast. "You... fucking... little... whore...," he grunted between jerks as he attempted to push even deeper into her ass. "Take my cum, fuck-slut!" I watched as the muscles in his ass clenched several times as he flooded her with his cum. Christy's body was shaking as she sobbed but he didn't respond to her disobedience. I suddenly felt bad as I realized that I wished he had. Pulling away from her he reached for his clothes. I was thankful that he didn't involve me in this and I was spared from having to suck out his cum or clean his cock with my mouth. I stared at the fat piece of meat dangling between his legs and caught myself licking my lips. What am I thinking? I'm not gay! Why did I just do that? He left without speaking and I stood behind Christy inspecting the damage. The small globes were still pointed upward; her chest and head still resting on the bed and her arms were under her stomach. Her sphincter gaped open about a nickel's diameter and was swollen and red. Moving closer I pushed my hardened cock towards the hole and she moved way from me. For a brief moment I saw that as defiance and brought my palm down hard against her marked cheeks. She yelped, falling to the bed. "Get back up, Christy! NOW!" I commanded, slapping the other cheek. I was caught up in the moment and was charged from the demonstration he just put on. She wouldn't disobey me either. Slowly she pulled her knees underneath her, raising her ass towards me. The hole had closed up but was puckered as if waiting for a kiss from a lover. She whimpered as I pushed the head into her ass and I felt her tensing up. "Relax." Slowly she did, allowing me to slide further in. I didn't wait until I was fully inside to began fucking her and managed to go a little deeper with every forward thrust. She didn't move but softly whimpered as I drove into her harder and faster. Her ass, which had been so tight yesterday that it almost rubbed the skin off my cock, was now able to accept me with no discomfort. Grabbing her by the waist, just as the G-man had, I began plowing into her in earnest, pushing the king-sized mattress off the box spring slightly. For some reason having my own private porn show had been a tremendous turn on and the fact he was so rough with her and spanked her when she did something to anger him brought me right to the edge of cumming and I didn't last very long before blasting her, just as he had only moments earlier. I wasn't concerned with her pleasure or discomfort as she's here for me to enjoy. I'm her father and I gave her life, I've raised her, put a roof over her head, buy her food and clothes and I can do with her what I wish and I certainly wish to do just what I've been doing! Pulling away from her she fell flat, sobbing. Now that my hormones have been released and I was able to think more clearly I felt bad for what I had just done. Lying beside her I rubbed her back. "I'm sorry, Honey, I didn't mean to hurt you, it's just you need to learn what you must do to keep Dr. Brown happy. You didn't make that man very happy and he had to keep spanking you until you did. We shouldn't have to do that and I'm trying to teach you what you have to do to make us happy." Her back heaved as her sobs grew in intensity. Squeezing her ass cheek she turned away from me. She shouldn't have done that. "You see, Christy, that's exactly what I mean!" I yelled. "I'm trying to help you and you do shit like that. What do you expect me to do? We both agreed that this is something we have to do and you're fighting me every way you can. Why? Do you want to see me taken away from you and we'll never see each other ever again?" She briefly stopped crying and turned her tear-streaked face towards me, snot ran from her nose and her eyes were bloodshot from crying. "It... hurts..., Daddy," she sniveled between sobs. Sitting up I looked down at her, moving her damp hair aside to fully see her face. "I've got one more pill you can take. I'll talk to Dr. Brown about getting you a prescription for more until you can learn to do what you're supposed to," I said heading towards the bathroom for my bottle of pain pills. Taking a piss, I cleaned up, got a glass of water and returned to the bed. She hadn't moved but had stopped crying. "Here, take this." Her ass cheeks were a bright red and I could tell it would be painful sitting for a while but it's a lesson she needed to learn. Lying on her side she reached for the glass and pill, gulping both down within seconds. She knew it would bring her relief, but not for a while. Sitting next to her I pinched her almond-colored nipple and she winced, but didn't pull away. She was learning. "Let me see your kitty," I said, leaning her back onto the bed. It too was inflamed and coated with slime, some of which still trickled out. Spreading her legs wider I examined it closer to see the small labia peaking out like chewed Bazooka bubblegum from under her clitoris. I hadn't noticed that before and wondered if it was just swollen or if they were starting to grow now that she's sexually active. Bending over, I swiped my tongue across it, causing her to cringe but she didn't move away or object. I licked her again, pushing the tip into her puffy slit to wiggle it around. She was very juicy and soon my face was covered with cream. Raising my head, I watched her face staring blankly upward. "Can't you at least pretend you're enjoying this?" I barked to her dismay. "Others will do this and if you just lay there like that, you'll make them mad. Now move your hips and moan like it feels good." I waited a few seconds before returning my mouth to her pussy. She let out a sigh and shifted her hips from side to side a few inches at a time. Licking her made me hard and I debated if I should try to fuck her again. I knew she was sore and the fact she'd just lost her virginity a few days ago made me consider taking it easy on her for now. Too much of a good thing can be bad, can't it? Sliding my body along hers, I positioned my cock between her legs and flexed it, causing it to bounce up and down along her crack. "Want to make Daddy feel good?" I whispered into her ear. She remained silent, her eyes vacant in their stare. "Answer me, Honey, do you want to make Daddy feel good? You know what you need to do." She took a deep breath before mechanically reaching down for my cock. "Put it inside you, make Daddy feel good, Princess." Slowly she directed it towards her pussy and held it there momentarily. "Do it, Baby Girl, make Daddy feel good!" As soon as it touched her soft skin, I thrust my hips forward driving the tip into her. She grunted as her tender hole was once again opened up for my pleasure. Her body tensed as I drove more into her not having to use my hand at all to control the entry. She was relaxed enough to accept me more easily. She still grunted as I quickened my pace. "Shhhh, Honey, do not do that." "It hurts, Daddy." "I know, Baby Girl. You're just not used to using those muscles so they're sore. Like when you have to run in PE. Once you get used to using them, it won't hurt, I promise." She was still too shallow to fully accept me but I pumped hard into her. "Come on, Baby Girl, squeeze your pussy, and make Daddy cum! You know you want to, you want Daddy to cum inside you, now make it good for Daddy," I grunted into her ear. My thrusts grew but she remained silent as I felt her tight canal twitching as she tried desperately to squeeze my cock. I fucked her faster, pounding her until I could hold out no longer and flooded her cunt with my cum. That's what it was now, a cunt. Not her kitty or a vagina. It's a pussy and she needs to start calling it that from now on. Rolling over, I pulled the sheet over us and pulled her close. It was time to rest now. I'll continue her lessons later. *** 4:04 and the doorbell once again woke me. This is getting ridiculous. Grabbing my robe, I headed for the living room towards the front door. Christy was still asleep and didn't even stir as I crossed over her. Pulling open the door I saw a casually dressed man standing there with a big smile. He didn't look to be an ex-con so I took him for an Orchid guy. He looked Italian and wore a silk shirt loosely over his Armani jeans and designer boots. His hair was slicked back like some 50's gangster and he looked to be the youngest guy so far in his mid 20's. He also had a bright yellow Porsche parked in my driveway, which impressed me. "Ciao, you are the father of Christina, yes?" He said with a thick accent. I looked at the man, surprised that he knew her birth name. We've always called her Christy and the only people who call her that are professionals who don't know better. "Uh, yes, I am." "My name is Anthony," he said, extending his hand. "It is good to meet you." He was the first one to do that and the only one to show me respect. I smiled and shook his hand. "I come in now, yes?" Well at least he's polite. "Of course, come in," I said, stepping aside to allow him room. His eyes scanned my modest home and I wondered what his association was with Dr. Brown. They seem to be from different circles. "She is here, yes?" I can never understand why some cultures end a sentence with the answer for the question they're asking but I guess that's just the way they are. I nodded and headed towards the bedrooms while he followed closely behind. I left the door ajar and pushed it opened to allow him to see her. He quickly entered and went to the bed. She was still sleeping and was partially covered by the sheets. He slowly pulled them down exposing her nakedness. A large smile creased his face. "She is very lovely." In some perverse way that made me proud. A stranger whom I just met two minutes ago was complimenting my naked daughter on how lovely she was. Sitting on my ottoman, he removed his boots and pulled his pants down. He didn't wear underwear and his semi-erect cock flopped back and forth a few times before coming to a rest. I watched as he unbuttoned Fhis shirt and dropped it on the chair nearby. He must workout, as he was muscular with a nice six-pack. Stroking his cock until it was firm, he crawled into bed with Christy and nuzzled next to her. She sighed and turned towards him as he began sucking in her nascent nipple. Her eyes fluttered opened as she realized what he was doing only to discover she didn't know who he was. Her gaze turned to me and I smiled, giving her a wink. She could do a lot worse as he could be some old, ugly, fat man. He switched to the other nipple while sliding his finger in and out of her pussy and from where I stood I could hear how wet she was. Without saying a word, he moved his engorged cock towards her face and she began sucking him. He was so hard it curved upward like a banana and she needed to change the position of her head to keep her teeth away. Reaching under my robe I began to stroke my aching cock. I was getting so turned on by watching this young, good-looking stud with her that I couldn't stand it. I moved closer and slid my finger into her while she sucked him. The Percocet must be working since she didn't flinch a muscle as I slid a second finger into her. Anthony didn't notice me behind him and nearly kicked me as he moved lower on her body. Some apology was given before he climbed between her legs and pushed his cock into her. He wasn't as thick as me but looked to be slightly longer. It might just be the difference in thickness that made it appear longer but he will still be hitting bottom either way and with that curve, I'm not sure how that would feel for her. He started off slowly and gradually increased his speed. It took about five minutes before he was pounding hard into her as the headboard thumped out a fast dance beat against the wall. He was slightly taller than me and the top of her head hardly reached his chiseled chest. I did notice that from time to time she moaned and attempted to meet his thrust on at least two occasions. She's learning. Another four or five minutes passed before his strokes became irregular and he grunted several low gargled noises before stopping. I knew that meant another cock had spilled its contents into her burgeoning womanhood. He remained atop her for several minutes before rolling over and throwing his arm over his eyes. I could see the fresh cum leaching from her inflamed pussy and briefly wondered if Anthony would order me to clean her up. I watched as he crossed over her and headed for his clothes. My eyes stayed on the trickle of cum running along her ass crack and into the sheets. I caught myself licking my lips again waiting for the command that never came. "Very much thank you," he said, leaving the bedroom. He wasn't even out the front door when I dropped my robe and climbed between her legs, feasting on the steady stream of sperm leaking from her. Once there was no more to be had, I moved up and effortlessly entered her. The pain was numbed so I was able to fuck her as hard as I wanted and I wanted to fuck her as hard as I could. "Move your ass more!" I shrieked into her ear. "And I want to hear you making more noise. Don't just lie there letting me do all the work! This is what you wanted now you better do it right, understand?" I felt her pussy tense and I wasn't sure if it was from fear or if she was tying to tighten up for me, but as soon as she moaned and lifted her ass to meet my thrusts, I began spraying her insides with more cum. God it's been a long time since I've cum so much in one day and my cock was still sore from her tightness. Once finished, I rolled onto my back panting. "Clean my cock," I ordered, just as I had been ordered to do previously. Lifting her by the neck, I moved her head to my stomach and waited to feel the warm wetness of her mouth on my cock. Even after all traces were removed I had her continue sucking me until I was hard again. "Heads or tails?" I asked her, pulling her mouth from my hardened tool and looking lustfully into her eyes. She looked at me puzzled for several seconds. "Heads or tails? Do you want me to fuck your mouth or your ass? I'll let you decide." She swallowed hard and moved her mouth back to my cock. "Okay, heads it is," I said, thrusting my ass upward to gag her. For the next twenty minutes she sucked and stroked my cock until she was too exhausted to continue. I even helped her out by holding her head and pumping it up and down onto my rod but I still didn't cum. "You've got to learn to do it better. I should have busted a nut by now. You're making my dick sore." Pulling her mouth off, I began jerking off while keeping one hand behind her head to quickly return her mouth once I was ready to cum. Pushing her head closer I had her lick the fountain of pre-cum oozing from my cock. She didn't resist and kept her tongue extended to lap up the fluid until I finally pushed her mouth around the tip and shot several streams of cum to the back of her mouth. She gulped until there was none left. "You're going to have to do better than that. I had to make myself cum and that's your job," I said, pushing her away from me. She lay on her side near my feet until I got up to pee. She was still there when I returned so I pulled the covers over her. I'll let her rest for a while. It was almost 5:30 and I was starved. Time to make us something to eat. I smiled thinking of the devilish plan of adding my special sauce to her food before she eats. Pulling out my cutting board and onions, I heard my cell phone ringing in the bedroom. I rushed to find another unknown caller and answered it. "Have her at the Hilton on Broadway at 6, room 1505," the familiar voice of Dr. Brown ordered. "And make sure she's clean," he added. I was speechless. He expected me to just drop whatever I'm doing and follow his commands? "This is a very special member and she needs to make sure he's treated right, understand? He's a major contributor to our organization and will be funding most of Christy's movies. His associate will be with him and will expect the same treatment. Do not be late." "WAIT!" I called out hoping to catch him before he hung up. "She's tired and is sleeping right now." "I don't give a damn. Have her there by 6, room 1505." "I thought you said you'd take it easy on her for now. This will make six men you set her up with today." He laughed. "In a couple of weeks six men in one day will be like a vacation. Now, do what I say." I knew I would have to and held the phone to my ear until it went dead. I looked at the clock. I had 25 minutes to get her cleaned, dressed and to a hotel 15 minutes away. He's expecting a miracle. I ran the bath water and returned for her. "Christy, Honey, time to wake up. Daddy has a special job for you," I said, shaking her until her eyes opened. "Come on, hurry, we don't have a lot of time." Lifting her, I carried her like a baby into the bathroom and slid her into the tub. "Clean up good. I'll pick you out something to wear." There wasn't enough time to teach her about douching right now, so that will have to wait. As long as she's clean on the outside and there's no smell, that should be enough. Perhaps they'll think she's just extra wet from being horny. I smiled at the thought. If only that was true. Her hair was still damp as I backed out of the driveway to our destiny with this major financial backer. Rich people have all the breaks. "Christy, I need to go over some things with you before we get there, okay?" She looked up at me and nodded. "This is your most important job yet so pay attention... ~ end of part 9