“Vanessa,” my dad yelled as I stumbled into the kitchen. None of he lights except the hallway were on.
“Dad?” I asked through my drunken haze.
I had gone to a party with my boyfriend and had gotten totally wasted. We had ended up having sex in the bathroom of the bar and I could feel dried cum on my thigh. All I wanted to do was go upstairs all crawl into bed but apparently my dad had other ideas.
“You dare come into my house, after you’ve missed you curfew, drunk out of your mind. Would you have pulled that stuff when your mother was alive?”
There it was the topic of my mother. My dad hadn’t been able to let her go after she’d died a year ago and always seemed to be drunk as if he was trying to numb the pain. He always seemed to get angrier and more violent when he was drunk and from his facial expression I would have bet he was drunk at that very moment.
“No, Dad, I’m sorry Dad,” I said walking toward him. I was hoping he was going to let me pass.
“Is that all you have to say for your behavior? I should punish you for this.” He said getting more angry. “Come on,” he said dragging me into his bedroom that reeked like tequila and cum. I glanced and saw a bunch of waded up tissues next to a picture of my mom in a bikini years old.
“What’s my punishment now Dad?”
“Well since you feel that you can disrespect your mother memory like this, then you’re going to take over her role.”
“What do you mean Dad?” I asked nervous.
“I mean get on your knees.” He said forcing me to the floor. I tried to struggle and pull away put he was much stronger then me. Even though he was my dad he was build like a football star. He had rock hard abs and sandy blond hair. I had inherited my moms long black hair and 36 D chest.
“No Dad,” I said sensing his anger and his total lack of control due to the booze.
“You will not tell me what to do bitch,” he said slapping me across the face. Tears started to well in my eyes. He then grabbed my flimsy t-shirt and ripped it open. I didn’t have a bra on so my breast hung out perky, my nipples still hard from my fuck session with my boyfriend.
“No get on the bed,” he said but before I could even get up and picked me up and threw me on the bed. I was so scared; I wasn’t sure what he was going to do to me. He went over to the bed stand and got some rope, handcuffs, and a knife. He brought the knife over and I screamed but all he did was cut off my booty shorts and then my thong so I was lying there totally exposed.
“What are you doing to me!” I screamed scared out of my mind. But before I could do anything else he shoved a cloth into my mouth and handcuffed my wrists to the bedposts. I tried to wriggle away and get out of the hold I was in but I could get myself free.
My dad stood I front of me and undid his robe he’d been wearing. He was naked underneath and was already sporting a hard on. He came over to be and ran his fingers along my thigh which made me flinch. In return he slapped me across the boobs which made me scream, which was muffled by the cloth.
When his fingers reached a patch of dried cum on my thigh left over from my boyfriend he stopped touching me and looked at me with an angry expression.
“You fucked someone tonight you stupid bitch? Who was it that fucking boyfriend of yours? God you’re such a fucking slut, I was right you do need to be punished.” I screamed but my voice was muffled.
He climbed on top of me and started licking my nipples which made me shudder. He seemed to take this as encouragement and started to bite me and suck me. I felt his hand drop down to my clit and begin to rub it. To my complete dismay I became wet which he seemed to enjoy.
“Do you like this you stupid cunt? Am I making you horny? Do you want me to fuck your brains out?” I screamed my protest but he didn’t care. He straddled me and rammed his cock into my wet pussy so hard I thought he broke something. He was bigger then my boyfriend and my pussy wasn’t ready. I screamed so loud I thought I would wake the neighbors but the cloth made me quiet. He kept thrusting faster and faster and soon my screams turn to moans. My own father was raping me and it was starting to feel good.
I came twice before he was ready but when his dick started to harden even more in me I knew he was ready. Instead of pulling out he came inside me for what seemed like twenty minutes. This scared me because he hadn’t used a condom nor was I on the pill.
When he was done he took the cloth out of my mouth but all I could do was pant. I was too tired to scream. He grabbed the rope and tied it tight around my boobs. I screamed more but my voice was so hoarse that it didn’t really help. My boobs started to turn red and before I knew it my dad was sucking both my nipples at the same time. I tried to get away again but I was stuck.
“You taste so good Brenda,” he said before biting my nipples again. Brenda was my mothers name and I finally understood. He was so lonely that he needed to rape me to feel my mother’s presence again. Well jus because I understood didn’t mean I was willing to be his fuck puppet.
I screamed this time louder but instead of using the cloth to shut me up he shoved his cock into my mouth and shoved it down my throat. I chocked but that only seemed to encourage him more. He got into a rhythm pumping into my mouth in a steadily. Soon he was on the verge again and once again, instead of shooting his load into my mouth he climbed down and shoved his cock back into my pussy. He thrust a couple of times then shot another load into me. When he pulled out I could feel a steady drip of cum pouring out of my cunt.
“Are you tired yet Brenda?” he asked undoing the rope around my boobs. They were so sore I though I would cry when he slapped them. “I asked if your tired Brenda?”
I shook my head and he smiled. I though he was about to mount me again but I heard the door bell ring and a voice say, “Jimmie, it’s Nathan, I’m here for the party. And I brought friends.”
“Excellent” I heard my dad say as he left to get the door and all I could think was this was only the beginning.
To be continued……….