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