8 comments/ 101992 views/ 23 favorites Melissa's Life Ch. 01 By: meltingclock5 My name is Melissa and I'm currently in my final year at UNC Chapel Hill. This is the story of what appeared to be your typical, suburban, American family from the outside but in reality was way out of control. To understand how things got so out of control I really need to start at the very beginning. I grew up in an upper-middle class neighborhood in suburban Connecticut with my younger brother, Tim and my Parents. I guess we had a normal Family but what the hell do I know? Dad worked all the time and mom was always running around with her friends and spending his money. I was not overly close with my parents but I was very close with my little brother and always felt very protective over him. He is two years younger than me and I like to think I played the older sister role very well. I have always been really popular with the boys. I managed to walk that fine line of being the "fun" girl without ever being considered the slutty girl. Of course my looks didn't hurt either. I'm 5'4" tall and 110 pounds with a very athletic body and B cup breasts. Light brown hair that goes just past my shoulders, tan skin and an ass that looks perfect in a bikini. I know how to flirt and flaunt my body but I never whore around. Anyway, when I was a junior in HS mom died in a car accident leaving Tim and I alone with dad. After she was dead dad discovered that she had been having an affair and was in fact on her way to meet her lover when she crashed. Dad quickly spiraled out of control with mom gone. He was upset she was gone but also had tremendous resentment and ager over her affair. He started drinking really heavily and even started using cocaine. He tried hiding the coke from us in the beginning but after a few years he didn't even bother doing that. At this point things around the house were a mess. The cleaning lady quit because my dad wouldn't stop sexually harassing her and he was always wasted and belligerent. This caused all of the responsibility for cooking, cleaning and keeping up the house to be placed on my shoulders. As dad got more and more out of control he started to bring girls back to the house with him. Not the kind of girls you want around your children but the kind that you pick up late at night in a dive bar. Some were prostitutes, some were there for the free coke and others were just sluts. I did my best to shield Tim from the situation but it was obvious even to him what was going on. We would hear our father stumble in around 3am with some noisy bimbo. Then we would have to listen to them having sex for hours. Sometimes it sounded like they were having fun but other times it would sound rough and the girls would leave upset. Things went on like this for a while. From the outside everything was normal but life inside our house was a mess. After graduating HS I headed off to UNC Chapel Hill for college. I felt very guilty leaving Tim behind but I was so happy to not have to hide my disaster of a father anymore. I could finally have real friends. While at UNC I decided to pledge the KKG Sorority. By second semester I was a full fledged member and college life was great. I barely thought about home but Tim and I did speak and e-mail all of the time. I even got us both webcams so we could video chat. When my freshman year was finished I headed back to Connecticut to spend the summer at home. College had been so much fun and I really didn't want to leave but I figured one summer at home can't be too bad. Boy was I wrong. The very first night home I realized that dad had spiraled even further out of control. The house was a disaster, empty liquor and beer bottles everywhere and even cut straws and traces of coke left on the coffee table. To make matters worse my brother Tim seemed really depressed. I took up my old role and started straightening up. I brought my laundry bag to the laundry room but the whole room was already filled with dirty clothes laying all over the place. I emptied my dirty laundry into a hamper and started the washer with my father's clothing. I didn't even know where he was or if he had even remembered I was coming home but already here I am doing his dirty laundry. Dad got home later that night and stumbled in his usual drunk self. At least this time he was alone. He was nice enough to me, only making one slightly rude comment about how I was "dressed like a tramp". I was in a tank top and short shorts but nothing even close to "tramp" considering what some of the girls in my sorority wore around. I snapped back that I wouldn't have to wear this if I hadn't spent all day doing his laundry instead of my own and then left the room. Comments like that didn't bother me and I was used to it coming from him. What did bother me was how rude and nasty he was being to Tim. He was picking on him every chance he had, telling him what a wimp he was, that he was a looser and how he would be a virgin for life. It was having an obvious effect on Tim, crushing his self-esteem; this was the most upsetting to me. I spent most of the night up in my room texting with my college friends and sneaking some of dad's beers. Tim went to bed early after being berated by our father, who continued to drink hard throughout the night. I hadn't heard him in a while so I figured he had drank himself to sleep. That's when I decided to head downstairs and start finally getting to my own laundry. When I walked into the laundry room I was shocked at what I saw. My father was standing in the laundry room with his pants around his ankles and his dick in his right hand. His left hand was holding a pair of my dirty panties up to his face. I was frozen, partially from fear and partially from disgust. I know the effect I have on men and I often flaunt that but I never imagined I would see my own father doing something like this. He turned and saw me there and didn't even flinch. He just kept stroking his dick while taking deep whiffs of my worn panties. I had no idea how to react or what to say, I just stood there like a deer in headlights. I managed to break eye contact only to find myself looking down at his dick. I didn't mean to but it's where my eyes naturally went. All of the guys in college shave or trim but his had a full bush. He was roughly pumping his cock and it was fully engorged. Disgusted with that sight I looked back up at him again but still frozen in place. What seemed like an eternity was probably about 30 seconds, all the while he never stopped jerking or even slowed down. He just kept staring back at me, smelling my scent in my panties and furiously pumping his cock. I was finally able to snap out of the shock and turned around to walk back up to my room. I didn't run, not sure why, but I simply just walked back to my room, closed the door, drank a few more beers and finally fell asleep. The next morning I was scared to even leave my room. How unbelievably awkward it was going to have to be to face him. I was revolted by what he was doing, after all, he must have known that those were my panties. How could he possibly enjoy that? I finally went downstairs to face him and he had no problem acting like nothing had ever happened. I convinced myself he was so drunk that he didn't even realize I was standing there or that they were my panties and went about my day. Apprehensively I went into the laundry room to finally do my laundry. I didn't want to be reminded of the night before but I had to do it, especially since I didn't want to tempt him anymore by leaving my things lying around. I went over to the laundry basket and the panties that he had pressed against his face were laying on top of my pile of cloths. I went to quickly grab them and throw them in the washer machine. As soon as I grabbed them I felt an unmistakable squish. He had cum in my panties and left them there. I now had his cum all over my palm and between my fingers. I threw the panties into the garbage and ran into the bathroom to throw up. I was barely able to wash his cum off my hand since I was dry heaving, followed by actually throwing up. When I was finished puking I forced myself back into the laundry room to actually do my laundry this time. In a very bizarre way I felt guilty about what had happened. I was thinking that maybe it was my fault for leaving my panties out like that. My father is obviously a sick man and I shouldn't have left a sexy pair of underwear laying around or pranced around the house in my little shorts. I was in full blame myself mode by that evening. All my laundry was finished and my things were tucked away in my room where no one would be tempted by them but me so I decided to go and meet some old friends a for a drink. It was great catching up with my old friends. After a few shots and some pot we were all joking around and having a blast. I was even flirting with some old crushes and had forgotten all about what had gone on at home the night before. Around 4:30 am I took a cab home. I was pretty wasted but nothing I couldn't handle since I was used to partying pretty hard while I was at college anyway. The cab let me off in the driveway and things seemed quiet at the house. I walked in and it was like a figurative punch in the face. I was again floored by what I saw. My dad was sitting on the living room couch stark naked. There was a skinny girl, also naked, on her knees between his legs. He had his hand on the back of her head and was pushing her head up and down on his cock. I could hear her gagging and slurping. She was completely out of breath and struggling for air. Dad was calling her a whore and telling her if she expected to get paid or do anymore of his coke she better suck harder. He let her up for air just long enough to see me standing there and that's when I realized she was about my age only she looked haggard. There was a long stream of thick saliva connecting her mouth to his shaft still and she had a large tattoo on her lower back. Her makeup was running and it was obvious he was really doing a number on her. She didn't seem to mind me standing there and my dad just smirked at me. For a second I felt bad and was going to intervene and then I saw her voluntarily go back to sucking him off. That's when he started in again, calling her a bitch and telling her to suck that cock. I walked past them, up the stairs and slammed my door, trying to make a point about what a pig he was. A few minutes later I could clearly hear them fucking. He brought her up to his room, which was right on the other side of Tim's and went at it for a while. It sounded like it got pretty rough but it was hard to tell. I had given my fair share of blowjobs to the boys at college but none of them ever treated me like that. It was the first time I had ever seen a girl gagging like they do on the internet. Eventually I got sick of hearing it and just put my Ipod on so I could fall asleep. The next morning Tim came in my room to ask me if I had heard to action last night. I told him I heard everything but left out what I had seen in the living room. Tim told me about how sometimes dad would make the whores he brought home strip in front of Tim and then he would tell Tim how he is never going to get anything like that because he is such a looser. Some of the girls would even join in, making fun of Tim. My brother also confessed that on occasion dad would force him to stay in the room and watch as he fucked local girls. I felt horrible at what a number he was doing on my little brother. I showered, got dressed and was heading out of the house pissed off wishing I had not come home for the summer. I walked past dad's room and the door was closed, he was no doubt sleeping off his wild night. As I was storming out of the house for the day I noticed there was a decent sized mound of coke still on the coffee table. Since I was pissed anyway and needed to go and have some fun I swiped it. I figured he would think he had done it all or the girl he was with had stolen it. Either way it wasn't going to be my problem, so I scooped it up into a folded bill and took off for the day. Melissa's Life Ch. 02 My day out turned into a night out and I got really fucked up with my old friends. We were drinking, smoking and doing the coke, which turned out to be really good quality. I got home late again but this time I was really wasted. I stumbled in, making a ton of noise. I had only done coke a few times before then but It always made me really horny and tonight was no exception. I grabbed another beer from the fridge, went to my room and locked the door behind me. I opened my beer, poured the last of the coke out on the nightstand and started to get undressed. I put my long, comfy t-shirt on and took out a pair of boyshorts but didn't put them on. I laid them on the nightstand next to the coke, figuring I would put them on later. I knew I was super horny and was going to masturbate before putting them on to try and fall asleep. I snorted another line, laid back on the bed with my legs apart and started to rub my pussy. It didn't take much more than a few well placed strokes of my clit for me to be in heaven and I had myself cumming in no time. As the heat from my oncoming orgasm spread though my body I was amazed at how wet I had become. My fingers were practically sloshing around on my clit with the occasional dart inside my pussy. Then my muscles tensed up and an amazing orgasm rushed over me. My fingers were soaked and there was a little puddle on the sheet where I was laying. I remember thinking how glad I was that I left my panties off for that one as I had a gulp of my beer, finishing it off. The only problem was that the coke still had me wide awake and as great as that orgasm was it didn't completely satisfy me. I was still horny and wanted to get off again. After two more quick lines I decided to go back downstairs to grab another beer and bring it back to my room. I figured I would drink that one, have a nice long masturbation session and put myself to sleep. I was about half way down the stairs when I realized I still wasn't wearing any panties and thought for a second about going back up to my room but figured no one was up and my shirt was long enough not to see anything anyway so I just kept going. I almost missed the bottom step but caught myself and realized I was way more wasted then I had realized. I walked through the living room, into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I bent over to grab the beer off the bottom shelf causing my shirt to ride up over my ass cheeks and expose my eager pussy. The cold breeze from the sudden, unexpected exposure sent a chill through my crotch, which was still very sensitive. I remember thinking how erotic it felt and I couldn't wait to get back up to my room. I closed the fridge, spun around to head up stairs and ran face first right into my father. It was pitch black in the kitchen now that the refrigerator door was closed and the light was off. On top of that my night vision was messed up from having my head in the fridge but there was no mistaking who I just ran into. There was also no mistaking the Jack Daniels on his breath. I couldn't see the expression on his face so I had no idea what was about to unfold. That's when I felt his powerful hands grab me by the arms. He spun me around quickly so my back was to him and pushed me up against the counter. My first thought was about how surprisingly powerful he was. Not just his grip on my arms but his overall presence. I was frozen in shock and confusion when he leaned in and whispered in my ear. "So you think you can steal my coke". Waves of panic started to roll through my body. With his lips still pressed against my ear he went on to say "and you think you can traipse around my house with your little cunt hanging out like that". I was mortified. Panicked and frozen with fear. I had no idea how to respond to him and was completely caught off guard. He leaned harder against me forcing my body to bend over the counter. My face and chest was now pressed against the cold granite countertops. I was still frozen with fear. He reached down between my legs and roughly grabbed my pussy. "You're not going to get away with being a little college cock tease in this house." He grabbed harder at my pussy lips then released them. "You're already fucking wet you thieving whore". That's the moment tears started to uncontrollably stream down my face. I still couldn't say a word; I hadn't even uttered a sound since bumping into him. I was so ashamed at being wet from earlier, I felt like my body had just played the worlds cruelest game of worst timing ever. Tears continued to stream down my face but I didn't make a peep. Not one single sound. Shame, fear and guilt all kept my mouth sealed shut and my body frozen solid. That's when I felt it. I knew what it was the second it touched me. He was rubbing the tip of his dick against my cunt lips. I knew exactly what was going to come next and even though it was already pitched black in the kitchen I closed my eyes. That's when he plunged his cock inside me. No matter how much I was expecting it I could never have been mentally prepared for that. He was not gentle at all however it went in with surprising ease, a consequence of my earlier endeavors. As he thrust in and out of me from behind I tried to close my eyes even tighter as if somehow that would help. I was now crying out loud, my lips quivering as I whimpered pressed against the cold counter. He was now pounding me roughly. Every time he went deep I could feel his pubic hair against my ass cheeks and it was making me even more disgusted with myself. I continued to cry praying it would be over quickly when I felt his dick start to swell. That's when a new level of panic came over me. I was petrified that he was going to cum inside me. I had somehow held out hope that I would be able to keep a shred of dignity and pretend this didn't happen if he didn't cum inside me. I began to struggle but had become dizzy and week. As his body tensed he pulled out just in time to shoot his cum all over my exposed pussy. I could feel it dripping all over me and down my thighs. He took a couple of deep breaths and released his grip on me. I was free to move but somehow still paralyzed, bent over the kitchen counter with my cum coated pussy on display. My level of shame was unimaginable but somehow all I could think about was how thankful I was that he had the decency to not cum inside me. I also found myself being appreciative that he made it quick. And just like that, without saying a word, he walked off, went upstairs and closed his bedroom door. I started to get scared that Tim would see me like that so I forced myself to finally move. Every muscle in my body felt sore and tired. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and pretend this was just a bad dream but I headed for the bathroom. I needed to take a shower and I need to get his cum off of me. In the bathroom was the first time I had seen myself with the light on since much earlier in the night. I was a mess. There were red marks on my arms from where he was holding me and my eyes were swollen from the crying. I couldn't stand to look at myself like that so I showered with the lights off. The whole time I was telling myself that my father didn't just do that. That he wasn't inside me and that I hadn't just somehow crossed a disgusting line in the sand that made me no longer human. After the shower the coke had finally worn off and I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up late the next day, in fact it was early afternoon. Now sober may plan was to confront my father about the night before. I Put my jeans on and a t-shirt and was ready to go see him when I started stalling. When I left my bedroom most of my nerve had gone and by the time I was face to face with him whatever nerve was left had evaporated. I didn't say a word to him. I just stood there like nothing had ever happened, staring at his smug face. I was about to burst into tears when Tim walked in so I had to choke them back. Eventually as days turned into weeks I was able to just pretend that it never happened. Dad continued to act like an asshole, drunk and high all the time but he had not tried to touch me again. He continued to bring slutty girls back to the house and my brother and I would be subjected to seeing them in the living room or hearing them. He also continued to pick on Tim, calling him a fag and letting him know he would never be able to "get pussy" because he is "a little sissy boy". One night, he had some 40 something year-old bar hag back at the house and he began ragging on Tim in front of her. She was laughing at my brother while my dad would tell her how Tim has "a little dick that never sees any action". This white-trash stranger was humiliating my brother. Dad's treatment of Tim upset me more then what he had done to me. Maybe it was because I was so protective of my little brother or maybe I was just excellent at repressing things that had happened to me. Either way, dad had not tried anything on me and to be extra careful not to insight anything I was always careful about what I wore around the house. If I wanted to wear anything that showed even a little bit of skin I was always sure to change in my car after I had left the house and then again before I got home. I was still partially blaming myself for what had happened. Melissa's Life Ch. 03 August arrived and I figured I was in the clear. Three more weeks and I could head back to school and put this whole fiasco behind me. Tim went off to his friend's beach house for a week. I was not thrilled about being home alone with my dad but certainly couldn't let that on to Tim so I played it cool. The very first night Tim was gone dad got rip roaring wasted at the house. He had over one of his guy friends whom I had never seen before and some girl that I think may have been a prostitute. The three of them were in the living room drinking, snorting and having themselves a blast. For whatever reason, I was hanging out with them and having a couple of drinks myself. For the first time all summer my father was being nice to me and we were actually speaking. The girl was wearing a very tight top and both of the men were constantly grabbing at her tits and joking around. It looked very rough but she didn't seem to mind since she wasn't protesting, occasionally even egging them on. My father's friend made an obnoxious comment toward me. Saying how I should take my shirt off so they can compare our tits. Dad didn't even say a word to him. Nothing in my defense and he showed no sign of caring about how this stranger was treating me in our own home. I took that as my cue to go upstairs and leave them all alone for the rest of the night. After a few hours in my room I could hear them still having fun. I had no desire to join them but It made me realize how long it had been since I had any fun myself. As I walked from my room to the bathroom I could tell they were having sex downstairs. Once in the bathroom I locked the door and proceeded with my nightly routine. Washed my face, put some moisturizer on and peed. Then I got fully dressed again just for the walk from the bathroom back to my bedroom. For some reason on my way back from the bathroom I stopped at the top of the stairs to listen in on them for a minute. I could hear my father talking dirty to the girl and his friend snorting more lines. My father was telling her to call him "daddy" and she was. His friend started complaining about how he wanted to "get in there" but it sounded like he wasn't getting the chance and the whole time the girl just kept saying "oh daddy, keep going, that's how your little girl likes it". I heard his friend start to walk toward the stairs so I quickly hurried into my room and locked the door. He walked up the stairs and gently knocked on my door. I didn't answer and pretended to be asleep. He was persistent and kept knocking gradually louder. It was obvious that he was not going to give up so I asked him through the door what he wanted. He kept saying that he just wanted to hang out and talk and party a little. All of a sudden he was acting like Mr. Nice Guy. I told him it was never going to happen and to go the fuck back downstairs. He kept pleading his case saying how he just wanted to talk. I kept calling him a creep. Eventually he gave up, went back downstairs and I started to relax so I could try and go to bed. About three hours later I was in bed, mostly asleep. I had woken up a little earlier at the sound of some car doors and figured the guests had finally left. I started to drift back to sleep when I heard someone coming up the stairs only instead of walking past my room the footsteps stopped at my door. I could hear my doorknob being fiddled with and I started to really wake up and become alert. I know I had locked it but then the door just swung open. I turned on the lamp next to my bed to see my father standing in the doorway and a key in the knob. I had no idea he had a key to my room. He was clearly wasted and very angry. I was immediately scared but didn't know exactly how to react. That's when he started screaming. "How dare you be so fucking rude to my friend". "Who do you think you are? Some sort of fucking princess?" I tried to explain but all I did was stutter. Dad's face was bright red and this was as angry as I had seen him in a while. "You whore it up all year at that college that I pay for but you're too fucking good to show my friend some attention?" The devastation sunk in as I came to the realization that my dad genuinely expected me to just play slut for his friend. As he started to storm toward me he said "I'll teach you a lesson about being a snotty princess". Within two steps he was at the foot of my bed, he reached down and ripped the covers off with one long swing of his arm. I had on a pair of sweatpants that sit low on my hips and a tank top. Even though I was still dressed I felt totally exposed, as if the covers he just removed had somehow been my protective shield. He reached forward with his right hand and grabbed my left ankle. He yanked me toward him and my 110 pound body easily slid down the bed and off the end of it. I landed hard on my ass on the floor with my legs out in front of me. My back and head were now against the bed with my father standing in front of me. I was trapped in that position. He reached down and grabbed a firstfull of my hair. Things were happening so fast I didn't have the opportunity to speak or even react. "You're going to learn your fucking lesson tonight" he said. With his free hand he pulled down his jeans revealing his semi-erect cock. He immediately forced my face toward it but I closed my mouth in time causing his dick to just run along my face. The smell was powerful. The adrenalin had all of my senses firing at 100% and I realized I could smell the woman from earlier all over him. It was pungent and musty. He pulled my head back nearly ripping my hair out and then reached down and grabbed me by the face. "You will open that mouth for your father and you will learn to respect me like a good girl". My mouth opened because his fingers were digging into my cheeks and he quickly forced his cock into my mouth. As horrible as it smelled it tasted even worse. I was sitting on the floor pinned against the bed, he still had me by the hair in his right hand and he was rocking his hips back and forth fucking my mouth. I was gagging and drool was dripping out of my mouth and down my chest. The entire time I was struggling for air and partially throwing up. The only time he took a break from fucking my face was when he would slide his cock all the way out and shove his balls in. He would tell me to lick his balls while he was rubbing his spit soaked cock along my face. I was absolutely humiliated. I probably could have bitten him but the fear of what he would do combined with the fact that despite all of this I still didn't want to hurt him stopped me. I just sat there and endured his cock sliding deeper and deeper down my throat. How could I possible think so little of myself to all this to happen? I had no idea I could take that much but he managed to force his whole dick down my throat. Then he would hold my head there until I thought I was going to pass out from the lack of air. Each time I would throw up a little only to have the gagging stopped by my need to try and get some air. Exhaustion was setting in and I desperately wanted this ordeal to end. Then he pulled out of my mouth and kneeled down so we were face to face. He was looking at me directly in the eyes when he said "that's how whores suck cock and you're nothing but a whore like your bitch mother". I was still dizzy and shaking from the rough treatment and lack of oxygen. I didn't want to make eye contact anymore so I looked down and saw my white tank top covered in saliva. It was soaked and clinging to my body. He let go of my hair and stood all the way up. I looked up at him and could see his erect cock coated in my thick stomach bile. It was even dripping down his balls. As I started to regain my breath I could again taste what must have been the woman from earlier in my mouth and I began to sob and plead. "please, no more". My whimper went ignored. "Now that you have learned how to suck daddy's cock it's time to punish you for acting like a princess earlier." "Stand up" he said firmly. I was defeated, both my energy and my will were gone. At this point I was just doing as I was told. I tried to pretend I was having some sort of out of body experience and transport myself someplace else. As I stood up to face him I regretted turning on the light earlier and wished it had been pitch black in my room like it had been that night in the kitchen. Instead it was bright enough for me to see every detail. As I was getting up I again pleaded "please dad, I can't take anymore". As soon as I reached my feet he spun me around and pushed me onto the bed on my stomach. He reached out and grabbed the waistline of my sweatpants and my thong with one hand and pulled them both all the way off. I was now lying face down on my bed with just my soaked tank top on and nothing else. My father was still standing at the foot of the bed with my bare legs and ass exposed to him. As he climbed on top of me I closed my legs as if that would be a magical gate he would never be able to get past. I thought I knew what was going to happen and I started to mentally prepare myself but again he surprised me. While lying on my stomach with my legs still tightly closed he reached down and spread my ass cheeks apart. I felt completely self-conscious with my asshole on display like that. Then he buried his face into my open ass crack. His tong was licking my asshole and even forcing its way a little bit inside. He started to spit on my hole, getting it soaked and continued to lick it. His day old facial hair was roughly chafing my inner ass cheeks. Occasionally he would lean back and give my ass cheek a hard smack. The smacks hurt like hell and always brought me right back into the situation. Then he laid down on top of me, resting his full weight on my body pinning me to the bed. "This is how princesses get punished" he said as he began to guide his cock into my tight asshole. I started to panic. I didn't realize this is why he was licking me there but now all of that wetness was making my resistance and my clenching useless. As he was forcing his way into my asshole I thought about how I had never done this before. A few guys in college had asked but I always said no, never having any interest. I did let one guy put his finger in my ass when he was going down on me and I had experimented a little with my own finger once while masturbating but that was it. Once the head was in I cried in pain. I tried to escape and fight but his weight was crushing me against my bed. I couldn't believe how full I felt. With each inch that he went in deeper I thought I couldn't possibly take anymore. This didn't feel like any sex I had ever had, this felt like I was being filled beyond capacity. I was panting and crying, getting dizzy from the hyper breathing. The more I struggled and yelled the more it seemed to hurt and the more he seemed to fill my bowels. Now he was pumping faster and faster into me. Long fast stokes with his cock, sliding it the whole length from head to base in and out of my asshole. My asshole was burning in pain and I was now screaming at a fever pitch but he just kept pumping his cock in and out of me while calling me his little bitch. He started to breath heavy and then I felt his cock stiffen and become even more engorged. He pumped again and the pain was immense, as if somehow in the last stroke his cock had thickened about an inch. Then he plunged himself deep into my rectum and began to cum. He was as far into my ass as possible, holding himself there while he pumped cum into me. I could feel his cock swell and contract with each burst of cum. When he was finally finished he slowly pulled his cock out of my ass. I felt like I was being emptied. I immediately became ultra self conscious again. My father was catching his breath, staring at my well fucked ass while I was trying to recover from the shock and pain. I had no idea how to react. He looked at me and said that I was lucky that he was tired out from the other whore and now satisfied for the night. I thought to myself that we were in total agreement and I did feel lucky that she had been here to tire him out first. I definitely couldn't take anymore of this tonight without splitting in two. He left my room, went into his and closed the door. I just laid in that position, frozen with humiliation and exhaustion. It hurt too much to try and move. Eventually I cried myself to sleep. The next day as I got out of bed I realized how sore my asshole was. I even noticed my jaw was sore from the oral assault. I still didn't have any pants on and I finally had the energy to take that nasty tank top off. I grabbed a towel and didn't even bother wrapping it around myself; instead I just held it up across my chest as I waddled to the bathroom. At this point why bother covering up, I had given up anyway. I turned the shower on and waited for the warm water and the steam to fill the bathroom. That's when I started to feel my father's cum dripping out of my asshole. I also realized there was some blood. I wished I had the energy the night before to clean myself up but I didn't so I just slept filled with his seed all night. I took a very long and very hot shower. Partially because I wanted to and partially because I needed to stay in the shower until all of his cum had finally dripped out of me. After my shower I did start to feel better. I was clean, smelled nice, felt a little less sore and my mood began to marginally improve. After getting dressed I found my dad already up and downstairs. He was sitting at our breakfast bar reading the paper. I couldn't believe he had the energy to go to work after everything that happened the night before. I had no idea how to act in front of him or what to say. For the most part he acted like nothing ever happened but I did notice that he seemed to be a little nice to me. Dad left for work and I sulked around the house for most of the morning. By early afternoon I was already into the liquor cabinet. I rationalized it by saying that maybe getting drunk would help me decide how to handle this. Despite what a monster he is, he is still my father and I didn't want anything bad to happen to him. Mom really did screw with his brain and her death was hard on him. Maybe I should have been around more when she died and not been such a brat? Maybe there was something I could have done before things got so out of hand. Melissa's Life Ch. 04 Around 5:30 that night I had already finished almost half a bottle of Vodka , combined with not eating all day I was fully rocked. I had quasi passed out on the couch in a drunken stooper when I heard my dad get home. I had such apathy I didn't even care. He took one look at me and realized I was wasted. To my surprise he seemed to be nurturing about it. I was expecting angry but he sat next to me on the couch and rubbed my head. He was showing me the kind of attention and affection I hadn't seen from him in over a decade. With a very soft-spoken tone he told me I was too drunk and needed to even out or I would be sick. He went to the kitchen, got me a Gatoraid and told me to drink it. He continued to be gentle and nice. He then headed up to his room saying he would be right back. I sat up and started to drink my Gatoraid, trying my best to sober up a little. He came back down and poured a little bit of coke out on the coffee table. He then handed me a rolled up bill and told me to snort it. I said I was too fucked up already and he told me that's why I needed to do that. It would level me out and sober me up. I leaned over the table and did two lines followed by one more a minute later. He was right; I started to feel less drunk pretty quickly. For a few minutes I was enjoying the interaction with my dad. He seemed like he was genuinely concerned about me and trying to help. This was the best conversation we had in years. I did a few more lines and became more awake. I was still on the couch and my father was sitting on the love seat adjacent to where I was. We were bull shitting a little and I was getting my bearings straight when he looked at me and said "come over here and show daddy what you learned last night". My stomach dropped like I was on a rollercoaster. I didn't say anything in response but he just stared at me and a heavy silence filled the room. The weight of the silence became unbearable so I broke it by telling him I didn't want to. "If you don't come and suck daddy's cock like a good whore then I'm going to have to punish you again". Do you want to get punished again"? I replied with a very soft "no" while staring down at the floor. "Then don't make me have to punish you. Remember what happens to girls that act like entitled princesses". Even drunk and high I could still feel how sore my asshole was. I was willing to do anything to not endure that again so I just said "okay". I still hadn't moved from where I was sitting so he impatiently said "any day". I got up from where I was and walked over to him. Standing in front of him while he was still just sitting there I had no idea what to do. I was so ashamed of myself. Ashamed at how easily I was following his directions. Ashamed at what was about to happen. Just ashamed in general that this was my existence and I didn't even put up a fight. "Get down on your knees" he directed me. I did as I was told and kneeled in front of him. I kneeled between his legs while he remained sitting on the loveseat unsure how to proceed and another heavy silence filled the living room. "Anytime now" he said with a slightly annoyed tone. I realized he wasn't going to make this any easier on me so I reached forward and began to unbuckle his belt. After his belt I unbuttoned his suit pants and unzipped the fly. I could feel his cock start to grow and twitch through his thin pants. He arched his back, lifting his ass off the seat. I instinctually understood what he wanted and slid his pants and underwear down. I slid them all the way down to his ankles. In a bid to buy myself some time and delay the inevitable I began to take his shoes off. First his left followed by the right and then his socks. I then slid his pants and underwear the rest of the way off and placed them on the floor beside me. He slid down and spread his legs further fully exposing himself to me. I looked back up from his feet and could see his balls hanging low. His cock was hanging there as well, not quite hard but clearly starting to swell. I knew I had to get started but I was very apprehensive. He wasn't fully hard yet so I was going to have to grab him with my hand to get him into my mouth. For some reason I didn't want to touch him with my hand, it just felt too intimate. I realized that with all the fucked up things that had gone on since I had been back I still had not crossed that barrier where I willingly grab a hold of him. There was no other option so I reached forward with my right hand and grabbed his soft cock wrapping my fingers around the shaft. My dad interlocked his fingers and put his hands behind his head letting out a sigh with a very satisfied look on his face. I leaned in and finally just guided his cock into my mouth. I instantly noticed that it smelled and tasted much better this time. I began sucking on him and taking him all the way in to the base. I was taking advantage of him not being fully hard yet, hoping that deepthroating him now would mean that I didn't have to do it once he was bigger. As I sucked on him and used my hands to pump back and forth I could feel him getting harder in my mouth. He was growing and it was becoming difficult to fully suck him. I let his cock out of my mouth and began to lick up and down the shaft. I was staying focused on the task at hand and keeping my eyes down around his dick so I could avoid looking at him or seeing his face. I licked the head and took just the head into my mouth so I could flick it around with my tong. I felt him start to shift and put his hands down. I became very nervous that he was going to start to force my head down or pull my hair as he had done the night before. I was relieved when he just guided my head down to his scrotum. I began to lick and suck at his balls while my right hand remained stroking his shaft. He was much hairier then I was used to but this was pleasant compared to what I had endured the night before. He was gently guiding me to the areas he wanted licked and sucked and I was appreciative that he was not making me endure the rough facefucking I know he likes. As I was licking around his balls he guided my head lower and I was now licking under his sack. He had a salty taste and it was musty. Not pleasant but not terrible considering he had a full day of work and no shower. He bent his knees and placed the heels of both feet up on the coffee table. He then slid a little further down the cushion and started to guide my head lower. He lifted his left leg up toward his chest and guided my head all the way down to his asshole. I had never rimmed anyone before. I wasn't sure exactly what to do so I just kept licking and flicking at his ass with the tip of my tong. That seemed to be right since he lightly pushed my head deeper into his ass and let out some moans of enjoyment. I continued to alternate between rimming him and sucking on his balls for almost ten minutes. I was on my knees for a while with him guiding my head toward whatever area needed the pleasure. Eventually he guided me back up to his cock and I began to suck him again. He reached down, grabbed my right hand and guided it to his balls. I was now sucking his cock with all of my effort, trying to give my best possible blowjob. The more I tried to do a good job the more I hated myself. My right hand was gently massaging and tugging at his scrotum while I picked up the pace of my sucking. Pretty soon his hips started to rock and he began pumping his cock in and out of my mouth with the same rhythm as my sucking. As his cock started to swell I could taste the precum. I started to become anxious because I didn't know exactly what to do. I had obviously swallowed cum before but I really didn't want to swallow my fathers. On the other hand I didn't want him to be angry or disappointed if I pulled his cock out of my mouth right before he came. As his cock fully swelled he made the decision for me by pushing my head further down and holding it there. He was pumping his load into my mouth and holding my head there making sure every drop landed in my mouth. I knew I was supposed to swallow so I did. As I swallowed I came to the realization I was now dead inside. I can't believe what has become of my life. "Now you're learning how to behave". When daddy is done with you you're going to be a well trained little slut who understands how to obey her man". "Go upstairs and turn my shower on and wait there for me. Daddy needs a shower and you're going to wash me." Once again I did as I was told, went upstairs through the master bedroom and into his bathroom. I turned on the shower and waited for him to come in. By the time he came into the bathroom he was already fully nude. He walked right into the shower and began soaking himself. He told me to take my clothes off and get in so I did exactly as I was told. I never bothered to say anything and I spent most of the time just looking at the floor, still very self conscious about my dad seeing my naked body. He handed me the soap and a washcloth and I thoroughly washed every inch of his body for him. He shut the water off and instructed me to kneel down on the tiled shower floor. Sensing a little hesitation he placed his hands on top of my shoulders and began pushing me down. I succumbed to the pressure and knelt down in front of him. He used his left hand to grab my long hair, wrapping it around his hand for a firm grip. With his right hand he firmly grabbed his dick and gave it a couple of strokes. He was deliberately holding my face about 7 inches away from his cock when he began to piss all over me. The pressure was strong, the smell was awful and the taste was nauseating. It never seemed to end. His hot piss was spraying me in the face, going up my nose and in my eyes. Then he began to wave his dick all over, making sure to soak my hair and tits with his putrid urine. As the strong stream of pressure subsided to a drizzle and then just some drops he started to laugh and shake his head. "You turned out to be easier to break in than I had expected" he cockily said. With that he shoved his flaccid dick back into my mouth, making sure I got ever last drop of piss out. Maybe I'm just young and naive but I don't understand the whole golden shower thing. My father seemed to think drenching me in piss was funny as hell but at that point I was just numb to it all. "Rinse that filthy piss off and meet me in your bedroom" he barked as he walked out of the bathroom. The idea of him being in my room without me had me in a panicked frenzy so I washed myself off as quickly as I could. By the time I got to my room my father had torn through most of my things. He found a sexy, red, lace thong and told me to put it on. My compliance had basically become habitual at this point so I did as I was told and slid it on. He then went for a pair of my knee-high, black boots and threw them at me. I put those on as well. "My room", he said as he walked past me out into the hall. The rest of the night was spent with me being forced to do humiliating and subservient behavior. An endless array of me sucking him off and rimming him interrupted only by him fucking me in various positions. I was just thankful he didn't try to fuck my ass again. It was still sore and I feared he would try that the whole time. To avoid tempting him to go for my asshole I made sure to perform all of the other tasks as well as possible so he would be satisfied. I didn't even protest when he came multiple times inside my pussy. Eventually he needed a break but apparently I was not entitled to one. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a white plastic vibrator. He handed it to me and told me I had to start fucking myself with it. In many ways putting on a show like this for him was even more embarrassing then being forced to fuck him. He was just staring at me, forcing me to be in the moment as opposed to closing my eyes and pretending I was someplace else. Once I had slipped the vibrator in and out a few times he told me that the vibrator had belonged to my mother. I started to think of her only to have my thoughts interrupted by my father again. "Look me in the eyes", he insisted. I was ashamed but I did as he demanded. "Tell your daddy you love him". "I love you daddy", I responded. "Tell me how you loved having my cock inside you". "I love my daddy's dick and I love having him inside of me". I thought I had given a pretty convincing performance but he just responded by telling me he was going to "fuck my slit until I meant what I just said" He climbed on top of me and lifted my legs up over his shoulders. We were face to face and he started pounding my pussy again. He leaned further in and forced his tong into my mouth, sloppily kissing me. Again I was filled with his cum. This time he really was worn out and he went to sleep. I don't know how the sense finally got knocked into me but I decided it was time to split and never come back. I mustered up the courage and packed up as much as I could fit into my Jetta and split with no intention of ever returning. I didn't bother with a note or a fight I just got the hell out and drove all day until I reached my sorority house back at UNC. For the first few hours of the drive his cum was leaking out of me and into my panties. I literally had to sit in a reminder of my hell. I finally felt safe once I had reached campus and tried to take stock in all that had happened. I decided it would be best to just learn to get past it and never think of it ever again. I felt terribly guilty about leaving Tim behind but I knew he wasn't subjected to the physical problems I was. Still, I felt guilty enough that I committed to myself that I would find a way to get him out.