0 comments/ 216257 views/ 45 favorites Dad Hires Me By: Coxswain A couple of years later as I walked into my first college class, I remembered the day I threw my framed high school diploma through my bedroom window. I hated my father. I hate my father, I hate him! I looked around the room. A prison. I'm in a damned prison! I kicked over the big teddy bear and threw myself on the bed, screaming, kicking my feet, and pounding the pillow. The chimes in the clock-tower at Warbonal College sounded, and I started to cry. All my friends were going there. I would not. We were so happy after high school graduation. We went to parties, rode around town, got drunk--and I had sex for the first time. But that whole celebration was about getting out of the house, getting out on our own, living in the dorms. I wanted to be my own person! I gnashed my teeth. I'll pass by the damned college every day delivering Dad's damned pizzas! I started to cry again. And I'll see all my friends. It's not fair. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! I slugged the pillow again. I have to see Jack. Giacomo will know what to do. I ran out of the house, down the back steps. Life in the rooms on top of a pizzeria. I hate it! My car waited in the lot, and at that moment I even hated it--an Alfa-Romeo. Even my car is from Italy! Dad Hires Me The buffet showed off all the specialties of Tratorria Due Fratelli. I walked right up to my mother. "I adore your Capezzoli di Venere (Nipples of Venus). Do you make them yourself?" She smiled. "Of course. Everything here we make at Due Fratelli. Here, try the Mimi di Sant' Agata (Nipples of Saint Agatha). They're something different." She smiled again. "Beautiful costume, signorina." Jackpot. Nobody knew me. I took a deep breath. I was ready to hit Dad for a job. I approached him. "Buona sera, Signore Gianetti." "Ah. You somario say you Maria Santedia. Now you Princess Angelica-Celestina? Interesting name, no? Princess Angel-Heaven. You come now with me into my office. We talk." In his office, he told me Trattoria Due Fratelli was very successful. "We make molto money. We no have the worries about the payroll, eh? You make the much money here, and the work, she is not so hard." Then he looked at me. "But we have the 'special requirements' for the waitresses, no?" He looked hard at me, and for a minute I worried. "This a big test you gonna take." He reached out and squeezed my breast. "You got the big tettas, cara mia." "Hey!" Now I'm worried! So astonished, though, I couldn't move. He sat back in his chair and slowly unzipped his pants. Ohmigod. What sprang out was the biggest cock I'd ever seen. It looked as big as my forearm. The immense flare of his cockhead--almost grotesque, a huge, ruddy mushroom--stuck out almost an inch wider than the shaft. It bounced evilly as he stroked it. I hoped to get him to hire me, and I could put up with a little hassle, but this was unbelievable. What a bazooka. I could smell it--or thought I could. A musk of masculinity and power. I smelled it on Jack. "What--what about your wife?" "Ah, she know. Maybe one day we make the threesome, no?" My god! "But--but what would--what would your daughter think if you--" "Ah, Selena? She hot. I hear she lose the cherry already.--Damn that Danny Creighton to hell!--She a Gianetti, hot piece. Maybe I do her one day soon." He smiled. "She short like you. Maybe I do you both at same time." My god in heaven! But far from being disgusted/horrified/shamed or anything else I would have to confess at Mass, I shuddered in a wave of lust! I loved sex with Jack, but with my own father would be oceans past anything I was ready for. But--goddamnit--my nipples stiffened up, and my pussy got wet. Dad's titanic cock hypnotized me even worse than Jack's. Something dissolved inside me, some wall, some taboo. I can't believe it. I'm hot for my own father. Slowly, hesitating, I slid out of my chair and onto my knees between his legs. Our father-daughter relationship is going up in an atomic bomb. As I breathed the heady aroma of his maleness, I knew I would have to surrender spirit as well as body. I would have to be his willing conquest. My snatch got even wetter at the size of his member. How can I get that in my mouth? He didn't know me, of course, but my little plan was still blowing up in my face. Submitting to Dad would mean giving up my last vestige of independence. I paused. If I refuse him and stomp out, I can still hold onto some scrap of pride. But I would wonder forever what that giant hose could do. As the pearl of precum on the tip of the big, purple bulb neared my lips, I knew I would surrender. I could not deny Dad's power. The earth moved under me, and I extended my tongue. With a joy, a relief, a relaxation--a submission--I licked the first drop of salty precum from the prick of my own father. "That's it baby, don't be shy, just take it into your mouth." He pressed it through my lips. "I know it not your first time, you too hot, Princess 'Angel-Heaven.' Show me you angel from hell. "Tell you what, baby, you suck me good, we go on to fucking that tight little twat of yours." He chuckled. "Or you just leave, and you no get the job." Oh, god, he's going to fuck me. He's actually going to do it. My first orgasm came as a surprise. Damn, I'm only sucking his cock. But Dad's words and his rubbing and pulling at my tits made me crazy. A line of electricity from the monstrous cock in my mouth through my sizzling knockers through my body to my pussy. I shuddered helplessly, my eyes clenched shut as my cunt gushed ecstasy into my panties. I managed to keep my balance, though, and kept sucking. Dad, what you do to me! The musky, male flavor--strangely familiar--like somehow I knew this piece of meat. To take him into my mouth felt so natural--almost like I'd done it before, like I was supposed to. Maybe his genes arced across to mine. I loved the big flare of his glans. I sucked in my cheeks as my face slowly descended over it. My tongue caressed the hot, silky skin, and I couldn't hold back a moan. Lust for Dad, excitement, pleasure--and submission--swept over me in waves with more gushes from my eagerly waiting box. Dad was conquering my soul, making me serve him. Taking my girlhood from me as his manhood entered my mouth. And god forgive me, I found myself reveling in the surrender. I couldn't wait for Dad to plow me. His hands gripped the back of my head, forcing me toward his crotch. "Thassa right baby, suck that big cock. You want get fucked? You little cunt hungry for the big cazzo?" I whimpered, unable to speak for the weight of Dad's cazzo on my tongue. He stood up. "Drop down on hands and knees, baby--ah, but first we take off the expensive costume, no? We no wanna mess it up." He chuckled. "I want you naked, anyway." Ohmigod, am I going to do it? Am I going to let my own father screw me? That question evaporated, though, when my pussy remembered what Jack did to me. I stripped off the costume (keeping the mask), draped it over a chair, then crouched on hands and knees for him. He grabbed my hips. Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god. But instead of the painful ram I expected, his finger swabbed wet, slimy stuff over my pussy. I wonder if it's the same brand Jack uses. Probably is. Told Jack about it in a father-son talk. But then he, too, did that torture-tease: he rubbed just the tip of his massive erection on my clit. Oh, fuck. Like lighting a fuse. I thought my big brute of a father would ravish me, the giant prick slamming up my eager muff, but no, the big bastard set me on fire with lust. My hips lurched back against him. "No, no, hungry bitch. We wait a little longer." Goddamnit. What is it with the Gianetti men? They tease me until I'm putty in their hands. I let out a long, whining groan. "What you want, baby? Tell me." Another moan. "God, do it. Put it in." The cock rubbed over my nether lips, then touched my clit. "Oh!" He pressed a little, as if he were starting, then backed away. "No, goddamnit. Give it to me! You're driving me crazy. Come on, fuck me!" Dad's cockhead spread my pussy lips like sliding two barn doors apart. Ah, Mother of God! A baseball bat rammed up my cunt. Agonizing stretch! How much worse is childbirth? I couldn't hold back a scream. He stopped. Thank you, God. I'd learned enough to crouch there, quiet, waiting for the pain to fade. Something else: The Gianettis are gentlemen when they fuck. It took a while. Every time he slid in another couple of inches, I stiffened in pain, and he stopped. That went on for quite a while. Until Yeowch. God, what is that? A stabbing pain deep inside. Jesus, he hit my cervix! Oh, no, oh, god, no. When he starts humping, he'll kill me with pain. And the bastard chuckled. Like he knew what was going on. But then he did something. Moved around, shoved in and out a little. And he did it. His cock slid by my cervix, under it! He shoved it in until his crinkly cockhairs ground into my backside. Oh--my--god. Never so full. Fucked to the max. A new definition of ecstasy! Exultation! I've got a giant cock filling my cunt. I waited wet, warm, ready! Let the humping begin! "Ha, you like, don't you, baby?" "Oh--god--Yes." "You moan a lot. Your boyfriend no fuck you like this." Incredible. He wasn't even doing anything, just holding there while I got used to him, and my father drove me into the first climax. Just from the sheer overpowering maleness. Jam-packed in my pussy. Controlling everything about me. I almost passed out from the exhilaration. In fact I did collapse onto my elbows, which made his thrust angle even easier. I looked back. Dad was breathing hard, but he gave me a grim smile. "Knew--you a slut." My insides had been "trained" to allow him past my cervix, and he pulled out to give me full-length strokes, working that monster in and out of me--God! Sizzling!-- I couldn't hold back another scream. Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god. My second and third orgasms came hard, electrifying. I could barely breathe. He filled me so tight, he made squishy, sucking sounds in and out. I guess my father didn't expect the new bitch to be so fucking horny as to beg for it; maybe that pushed him past his own point of no return. "You take it now, baby, I got big load for you." I blasted into yet another orgasm as hot gushes of Dad filled up every space inside me, fiery pleasures with every spurt. I slumped forward, limp, helpless, a piece of female meat. When my legs collapsed, it ruined his angle, so he pulled out and knelt over me, stroking out more hot juice over my back, driving me into still another climax! I lay on the carpet, moaning. I heard the creaking of Dad's chair as he sat heavily. "You got hot ass, baby, you get the job." He sat panting for a while. "You come work tomorrow at 8:00. See Giordana Tedesco--she tell you about what do as waitress." I heard the chair creak again, footsteps, and the door. Alone, I rolled over, sat up, and jism slithered down my back and between my legs. I wiped it off as best I could with some Kleenex from a box on the desk--I wonder how many other girls have used this Kleenex box. With the costume back on, I stumbled to the door and made my way out through the party, praying nobody would talk to me or and/or want to dance. Sperm ran down my legs--Damn, am I leaving white footprints? I sneaked around to the back and ran up the steps to our residence. Safe in my room, I locked the door, undressed, hid the costume, and unpinned my hair. I sat down. Now what? Naturally I can't "show up for work" on Monday without the mask. What would Dad do to me if he found out he fucked his own daughter? That's it. La Principessa Angelica-Celestina has just disappeared. I poured myself a stiff drink from the gin bottle I kept under the bed. After a long time just thinking, I got ready for sleep. Without a nightgown. September nights are cool, but I had to be naked. I lay back, exhausted, thinking I would quickly fall asleep, but I was awake. Like I'd just drunk a liter of Coca-Cola. And my cunny still glowed. Thoughts circled around my head like a stock-car race: Will my opening ever go back to original size--or am I stretched out to fit Dad forever more? I bit my lip. Dad was only my third fuck; they get better every time. Is that always true? I sighed. God, if I'd known how a man could blast me out into the universe, frying me alive in boiling ecstasy, I would have been fucking boys as soon as I could crawl over into their cradles. Then it hit me: I can't live without sex now, not after learning how fabulous it is. So get it from Jack. Yeah, yeah, Jack is good. I love Jack. I swallowed. But he doesn't have Dad's cock--maybe hasn't grown into it yet. And I--will--never--forget--that--fuck. If another man's screwing is more powerful than Dad's--I took a deep breath--I would die of it. Shit. What am I going to do? By then my pussy was listening, and my nipples stiffened up. My hand dropped to my crease, and--Yes!--my clit was up and waiting. Ohh, yes. As I moved lazily up to an orgasm--only a man's fucking can hit all the buttons--I realized a terrible, horrible truth: It has to be Dad. And when that thought settled on me, I reached that wonderful state. God, I love my middle finger. But not as much as Dad's big bone. So okay, dumb bitch, you thought you'd set up your father, but he turned the tables on you. Now you're his fucking slave, following that big cock around, ready to spread your legs whenever he wants. Damn. After hours, I fell asleep. Nightmares about homelessness. Thrown out by an outraged man with a gigantic, monstrous, giant cock. My mother stood screaming "Whore." I slept fitfully. Several times found myself staring into the darkness. What, oh, fuck, what am I going to do? I was torn between the two ends of my body-- sweet little Selena Gianetti's innocent face--and her seething, drooling fuck-hole, wet almost the entire night, demanding more contact with my father. God, can I show Dad both ends of me? You already have. No. He didn't see my face. He didn't know the slut writhing under him was his own daughter. Well, do you want to live with a gigantic secret--that your cunt is aching to be stretched again by his cock? That you're wetting your crotch every time he walks by you in the restaurant? Damn. I'm jealous of my own mother. This is a goddamn, motherfucking nightmare.