She chewed her bottom lip, cherry red, as the stranger rubbed her swollen belly. He stared intensely at her chest and below, not caring for anything above her shoulders. Her halter top covered none of belly and barely contained the top 75% of her chest, growing almost as much as her stomach. She smiled at him, her look as vapid and empty as she felt, needed to feel like. He spit some tobacco on the bar floor, looking at her tits as he talked.
“Do you even know who the daddy is?” he asked rudely. She started to answer him until the glare in his eye told her to stay quiet. “Nah, dumb cunts like you never know, do you?” She shrugged, which bought her a slap to the face. Not hard, but it got her attention.
“I asked you a question you stupid bitch,” he said. She rubbed her cheek and lied, telling him she didn’t know. That made him smile as he rubbed her thigh at the bar, sliding his hand up. When she put her knees together, his dirty nails dug into her soft skin until she parted them. He didn’t care if people watched or saw, not that many were really watching them. It was late and most were drunk or just didn’t care.
“Uhnnn,” she moaned softly as he found her wet and pantyless under her too short skirt. His finger slid easily in her, shoved to the hilt. He pulled his finger out and tasted it.
“You clean?” he asked, then waved his hand. “You’d just fucking lie about it. The only thing whores can be counted on is to bend over and lie.” He pulled out a $50 and handed it to her, then grabbed a beer and her arm. “That’s all you’re getting, besides a real man that is.” She didn’t bother to tell him she wasn’t a whore. He wouldn’t believe it and she was probably close enough. She followed him to his car and got in, wondering if this was safe. She wasn’t just endangering herself, but the baby. But she had needs, cravings, and she was an addict to them. Helpless. And he looked so much like her father.
As they drove he pushed up her top, pawing at her chest, rubbing her belly, telling her to part her legs and fingering her. She unzipped him, stroking him slowly, not wanting him to cum. A few times he randomly slapped her, violence in his eyes. He didn’t see her, he saw meat, he saw every woman who ever hurt him. A tear ran down her cheek when he said she could call him Daddy. Whores always had daddy issues. She called him that and grew wetter and sucked on his wet finger when he shoved it in her mouth.
Eventually they arrived at the trailer park, and nostalgia and fucked up emotions swirled through her. She straightened up before getting out, but he didn’t even zip up, just walking in, expecting her to follow. Like a broken dog, she did, heeling behind him. The trailer was a wreck, reeking of beer and tobacco. It smelled like home. She didn’t even see the backhand coming, barely standing up after he hit her.
“You’re fucking pathetic,” he taunted her. “All you whores are, is this how you make daddy proud?”
“Yes Daddy,” she whispered, walking over and stroking him again. Her lip hurt, tasted of copper, and she was elsewhere in her mind, reliving cruel and intimate memories. She kissed him hungrily, moaned as he bit her lip, thrust his tongue down her mouth. If she had proper standards, the lingering taste of chew in his mouth would have disgusted her, but she didn’t care, preferred it. The stink, the smells, the texture of his beard.
He jerked her arm painfully, stumbling behind him as he dragged her to the bedroom. He tore off her halter top, then stripped himself as she sat and pulled down her skirt. He wrapped his hand in her hair, shoving her head down on his cock, average but thick with a fat head, jerking her up and down on it. She tried to suck him, fondle his balls, but the way he shoved her head up and down gave her little control. He stank of a hard working and drinking blue collar smell, but one that bathed too rarely. He tasted delicious. When he let go of her hair, she was dizzy, more vacant than usual. He shoved her back and she rolled over clumsily, on all fours, her belly in the way otherwise. He palmed her hair again, slammed into her cunt, and fucked her. She moaned and grunted, screaming and calling him Daddy again and again. He slapped at her some, calling her names, both getting what they wanted in the moment. She came before he did surprisingly, bearing down, spasming on his cock. Then he filled her, laughing at the fact he didn’t have to worry about getting her pregnant. He shoved her down and laid down, falling asleep soon. She tried to cuddle him but he shoved her away, turning his back to her, so she did the same, finally falling asleep not long after, seed spilling between her legs.
Strange vivid dreams or memories gave her a restless sleep, until she felt the stranger spoon against her. Soon she felt the familiar grinding, helping him along, feeling him grow. She tried to adjust herself but he held her tight, spitting on his hand. Then she felt him probe, pressing his wet fingers against her ass.
“Please, no. That always hurts bad, pleaseAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” she screamed, at least until he shoved her head into the pillow, pressing down hard as he shoved in her. The pain was as bad as she remembered. Nothing gentle, it was never gentle there. Only a few men had used her ass and not one had ever lubed her properly or took his time. The stranger was no different. She sobbed as he slammed into her ass, thrusting as much as to hurt her as to make him feel good. He jerked her head back, told her all whores loved this, ignoring her sobs and grunts. She felt like he was tearing her insides apart, lubed only by a bit of saliva.
He jerked her on her knees, thrusting away, shoving her head down hard every time she got too loud, choking her more and more. His fingers slid around her neck as she panicked, trying to beg him to stop. Her sounds only encouraged him more and by the time he had came deep in her guts, she could barely think or focus. His grip disappeared and she wheezed, her head hurt, sparks dancing before her eyes. She felt her head moved and then tasted his cock. She tried to pull back but any fight was gone. She was exhausted, her cheeks wet with tears, her mouth foul. Then a different foulness filled her mouth as he shoved her tight, her nose flaring, swallowing to keep from drowning in his piss.
Done, he shoved her out, told her to call and uber and tossed another 50 at her. She looked at it sadly, then took it, dressing, and calling for a ride. She lit a cigarette as she waited outside in the cool air for her ride, hoping it would take some of the taste away. The driver gave her a strange disapproving look at her, because of her dress or the smoking or both, before looking away. He drove her back in silence, every bump causing her ass to tense. She got out and tipped the man, heading back into her apartment.
She headed to her room, thinking about brushing her teeth, showering, but she decided not yet. She got her vibrator and savored the smell lingering in her mouth and her halter top, cumming once more to the memories induced by the night. She hurt, she cried, she came hard, and for a moment, felt quiet in her head. Felt right. She fell asleep that way, holding her top, the smell of dirty bars and trailers on it, safe in fucked up memories, wet, and ready for tomorrow.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/j8wr6n/picked_up_mf_some_nc_daddy_issues
? you are still the best writer on this site x
Loved it, you paint such a picture x