Liars's Tongue

Chapter 6- Like Father, Like Daughter

Luka sat in brooding silence as she stared at her father with his big fat greasy lips so damn shiny that it looked as though it was polished. His bulging body was swollen yet, if not miraculously, squeezed into his constricting buttoned white shirt. His bright red tie heaved up and down on his chest, and his labored breathing had lumbered into the air. The pinkette stared at his slicked black hair and his moles protruding from his dimples and nose. He was a disgusting fat-assed pig who might get a heart attack just by standing up.

"So," Luka piped up, "what did you call me here for?"

The human pig's mouth unzipped into a tawny toothy grin, seeming as though he had just jammed corn into his slimy red gums.

"I just wanted to see how my little girl's doi-"

"I'm doing just fine," she replied coldly.

Slowly, he leaned back into his chair, squeezing a creak out of it.

"How's that kid treatin' ya?"

"What kid?"

"Ya know, the, uhhh..." he pointed to the back of his head with his sausage fingers, "purple hair ponytail kid-uhhh-what's his name? Gakurin? Gakuto?"

"Gakupo?" she sighed, crossing her arms.

He snapped his chubby fingers.

"Yeah, that's it! Him! What's Gakupo doin' to ya?"

"Nothing. We're doing just fine."

"You sure?"

Luka remained silent. Concerned, her father leaned forward and clasped his hands on his desk.

"Is there somethin' wrong, pumpkin?"

She bit her bottom lip in thought; the action made the pig's "small sausage" peek from his black dress pants.

"...no...nothing's wrong..."

He studied her face then stood up from his chair to walk around and massage his daughter's shoulders.

"Tell daddy what's wrong, babygirl," he whispered huskily.

Luka swears that she could smell the stench of hamburgers and onions on his breath, making her choke down her bile.

"Nothing's wrong..." she repeated.

He slyly slid his hands to the front of her shirt, unbuttoned her top buttons, and revealed a nice view of her juicy plump breasts from above and her ample bosom trapped in her lacy black bra.

"Hmmm...I raised a good one."

"And this is exactly why mom left, you sick fuck."

The man became absolutely livid and slammed her chair backwards with a thunderous thud. Luka let out a cry as her father straddled on top of her with his revolting, obese body. She felt as though her ribs would snap under his crushing weight.

"YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH, YOUNG LADY," he seethed.

"Or what? You'll 'watch' it for me?" She formed her mouth into the shape of an O and moved her fist back and forth to make it seem as though she was deepthroating the air.

The man cocked his hand back and slapped her across her face. Luka's head was forced to the side with her hair overlaying where she was struck. She moaned in pain and slowly maneuvered her head back to reveal a hot red mark that dominated half of her cheek...and she smiled at her father with those plump pink sexy lips. He was about to lose it. He felt so tempted to kiss and fuck those oh so perfect lips right off her face. He growled and forcefully yanked her by her hair to shove her face to his.

"You look just like your mother-a whore."

He mashed his fat slobbering lips against her own, his tongue roughly lashing at hers. He sucked and played with her bottom lip, almost as though he might tear them off. A disgusting POP! was heard once he released her now dripping mouth; it looked like a mutt had licked all over her. The brute then dragged her over to his desk, lifted her up, and slammed her on her back with her head dangling over the edge. He unzipped his pants to his hairy ankles and pulled out his six-inch erection, eager to plunge it down his daughter's throat. He parted his legs, gripped the edges of his desk, and thrusted inside her mouth.

"Ohhh, shit..." he groaned.

Luka gagged and dry heaved at his pumping unwashed penis. She hated the musky odor mixed with the stench of crusted smegma invading her nostrils. She hated that with every hard and rushed thrust, she could feel his foreskin peel back and rub bits of smegma either on her tongue or the back of her throat. She hated that each time he would flatten his balls on her face, his pubic hairs would be caught either in the sides of her mouth or the wedges of her teeth. She hated it when he was not Miku. Most of all, she hated it when he compares her to her mother and not see her as his daughter. She hated it! She hated it! SHE HATED IT. The girl heard her ballistic father grunt as he bucked his hips faster.

"I'm gonna cum!" he announced.

In response, Luka bit down a little to get him to stop...it worked...but he pulled out only to step back and wrap his burly hands around her neck. She felt her breath being trapped into her throat as she gasped helplessly. It was a poor attempt for him to stop, but, of course, she knew that.

"Do NOT. EVER! Use your teeth, you understand?!" he growled through gritted teeth.

A stinging sensation tinged Luka's eyes and nose. Tears strolled past her forehead and hid into her hair. Her stomach quivered and churned. She knew how rough her father was during sex, but THIS. This was just too much. He was never this angry, and he sure as hell was never this rough...no. Rough was not the correct word. Violent was more like it.

"Yes, daddy," she answered.

"That's more like it," and he went back to skullfucking her.

A few more rapid humps...

Then thick white semen flooded her throat, causing her to vomit clear liquid. You know those videos where you would see a poor girl getting the living shit fucked out of her throat on a black leather couch, her face dressed in running mascara, vomit, and saliva? One porn addict would compare Luka's situation to that, you bet your left nut.

"Hold it in just like how daddy taught you!" he shouted.

Then he quickly pulled himself out and up once he was done, leaving Luka ragged as his panting.

"Now swallow it."

And she did just that while keeping her eyes locked onto his. He pointed over to the bathroom in the back of his room.

"Go clean yourself up, and remember..."

He grabbed both sides of her face and got close.

"Don't ever talk to me like that again," he sternly commanded.

Luka just nodded weakly.

"Yes, daddy," and that was all she could say.

It was basically like a father punishing his children, or at least that was how she saw it. She was a little upset since she was now warm between her legs, so she got up, walked to the bathroom, closed the door, ran some water from the sink, and stared at the mirror. She slid her hand into her skirt, but froze, and put it to her side. She was unbearably horny, no doubt, but she decided to save it for later, so she simply washed her face and hair and straightened her clothes. Once she was finished, she opened the door and approached her father to give him a kiss and left as if nothing had happened.

Daddy only gave me a lesson, that's all, she thought. I was a bad girl who needed it.

Okay...a little intense, but still okay! Working on next chap!