“Kitchen storage room. Now.”
The words vibrated through me like a tuning fork struck against bone.
I helped a table with trembling fingers before slipping through the swinging door into the back. The storage room was dark, cramped, and smelling of grease and lemon cleaner. He was already waiting, back against the metal shelving, arms crossed, cock straining against his jeans like a promise.
The second I locked the door, he spun and pressed me face-first against the cold, stainless-steel prep table, dress flipped up, ass bare. He didn’t speak as he freed himself, spit on his length, rubbed my pussy to make sure I was soaked, and slammed home in one, vicious thrust.
My moan was cut off by his palm clamping over my mouth, the faint scent of his cologne and cigar smoke flooding my senses. Customers laughed in the diner ten feet away while my daddy fucked me raw, hips snapping so hard the table rattled and metal pans clattered overhead.
I came, biting down on his hand, pussy clenching around him, thighs shaking violently. He followed seconds later, grinding deep, flooding me until I felt it seep around his cock and drip down my legs in thick, warm pulses.
He pulled out, tucked himself away, and left me there… dress still pushed up, his cum sliding slowly and obscenely down my thighs, and feeling like I was a whore he’d just used.
I fucking loved it.
I had to go back out and serve pie to table four with his jizz coating my skin and a smile that probably looked deranged.
Closing time came, and I thought maybe Daddy would give me a reprieve.
I was wrong.
The parking lot was empty, lights flickering overhead. I’d barely made it twenty feet when his hand covered my mouth again and I was bent over the hood of a nearby car, cheek pressed to metal. Anyone could see us, but that’s what made it so fun.
My dress skirt was yanked up over my back. Daddy’s knees split my legs open and then reached over me to shove a thick dildo into my mouth.
I heard metal clanging and then the first crack of his belt across my bare ass tore a muffled cry from my throat. He didn’t stop spanking me until my skin burned, welts rising hot and angry and tears streaming down my cheeks.
Only then did he drop to his knees behind me, spread my cheeks wide, and lick a long, filthy stripe from my clit to my dripping pussy. I came just from that, sobbing and slobbering around the dildo, hips jerking helplessly.
After my orgasm waned, Daddy stood, unzipped his jeans, turned me around and pushed me to my knees. With a smooth motion, he popped the soaked phallus out of my mouth, throwing it into the bushes, then fed his cock down my throat right there under the buzzing parking lot lights.
He fucked my face until drool poured down my chin and onto my cleavage. When he came, Daddy held my head flush to his groin and pulsed straight down my gullet, forcing me to swallow every hot spurt while I choked for air, staring at me like he was enjoying my degradation.
He left me there, kneeling on the gravel parking lot, dress around my waist, ass feeling hot and abused and so damn good.
“My pretty little slut. I love seeing you like this, Casey.”
I drove home with the taste of him coating my tongue.
* * *
Two nights later,he found me at the midnight showing of some eighties slasher flick. The theater was nearly empty. I sat alone in the back row, heart hammering, because I always knew when he was close now—like a sixth sense tuned only to the scent of danger and Daddy.
This role-playing game was a favorite of ours, one we’d been doing for years. To be forcibly taken by a stranger, unable to say no, feeling like a dirty whore because I loved it so much… It’s what got us both off.
He dropped into the seat beside me without a word, hand sliding up my thigh under the Daisy Dukes I’d worn just for him. No panties this time. Never again, if he had his way.
“Straddle me,” he growled into my ear.
I obeyed instantly, standing and pushing my shorts down until only one leg was out and the denim pooled around my ankle. I straddled him, knees on either side of his hips. The screen flashed behind me, and a woman screamed in faux fear while I sank down on his freed, bare cock inch by torturous inch.
I bit my lip until I tasted copper to keep from moaning out loud. He was so thick my pussy had to stretch, fluttering wildly around him, still tender from every previous claiming.
His hands clamped on my hips, forcing me down the last few inches until he was buried to the hilt and I was impaled, stuffed so full I couldn’t breathe. He kept one hand over my mouth the entire time, the other guiding my hips in a slow, grinding roll that dragged his cockhead over my G-spot.
I came three times like that, slow and silent and devastating, pussy clenching around my father so hard he had to muffle my sobs with his fingers shoved between my lips. When he finally let himself go, he yanked my hips flush to his and unloaded, pulse after thick pulse.
He lifted me off him like I weighed nothing, set me back in my seat with my shorts still around my ankle, his jizz making a mess of the seat. Then he stood, adjusted himself, and walked out without looking back.
