I walked through the door, unhappy that my father was still here. After closing the door, I went to the kitchen to start my chores. But sadly i didn't get much farther than through the threshold when I saw my father.
"Hello." I said with a fake smile setting my bag on the floor. I knew better than to set on the table or counter. Last time I did that I got smacked so hard i fell to the floor.
"How was school?" He asked in a polite tone, sipping on a glass of ice water.
"Uneventful." I replied moving towards the sink.
"Leave them." He said as he moved closer to me. "You can do them tomorrow."
"It's no trouble to do them today." I replied with a smile trying to be as sweet as I could be.
"I said, leave them." He repeated in a harsh voice.
"Yes sir." I said stopping in my tracks.
I began to turn around to get my bag and go upstairs to do homework when he spoke again. "Stop."
I stopped moving, only turning my head to face him. "Yes?" I asked looking at him.
"Against the counter." He ordered as he sat his glass down by the sink.
I was foolish to think that I would be able to go one day with out him touching me. I leaned my back against the counter, so i could see him. He moved towards me slowly, taking his time as his eyes traveled the length of my body. He placed his hands on my hips, then flipped me over so my back as towards him. He placed a hand on my back between my shoulders, the roughly pushed me down. While his left hand kept me in place, his right hand moved towards the front of my pants undoing the zipper and button. Then he pulled them down all the way till they were on the floor. He placed one knee between legs, so he could get between them. Moved his right hand up my leg, towards my vagina. Where he began to rub the outer skin. My body began to respond to his touch despite my efforts to not give in to the pleasure. I knew how wrong it was, but my body still gave into his touch. I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning out loud.
He inserted a finger pass my wet folds, and into my hole. I tried to not respond, but a tiny moan still managed to escape from my lips. I bowed my head forwards until it touched the cool granite of the counter.
"Maybe I should continue to take my time with you if you're going to respond like this." My father whispered in my ear as he added another finger.
Again a moan came out against my will.
"Yeah, that's right." He groaned as he added a third finger.
After a few moments of fingering me, he took his fingers out.
"Suck." He commanded holding out his fingers to my mouth.
I took his index finger into my mouth first, then the second, then finally the third.
"Damn, you look so hot and sexy sucking your own juices off of my fingers." He said as he fiddled with his button and zipper on his trousers.
With out any warning, or foresight, he slammed his monstrous cock inside of me with one quick movement. I let out a deep moan throwing my head back with my eyes closed. I began to hate myself for responding to him like this. But damn it felt good. Even if it was wrong, which it totally was. He reach both hands to the front of my body. One hand began to play with my boob, while the other one began to play with my clit.
I hated this man for what he did to me. I hated that I kept responding to him. I wanted it to all end. He kept fucking me hard and fast, when finally there was a knock on the door.
"Damn it, I'm so close..." He groaned breathing heavily. "Just a little more..." He said picking up his pace.
There was another knock on the door, but that didn't stop him, instead he just kept moving.
"Hold on!" He yelled after the third knock.
He bent his head down as he covered my mouth, bit my shoulder, screaming out his release. I scream out into his hand in both pleasure and pain. Once he was done spilling his seed inside of me, he let go of my shoulder and mouth. I fell forward onto the counter trying to catch my breath, as I heard him pulling his pants back up
"Pull your pants up and get out of sight." He hissed smacking my bare butt as he walked by.
I bent down, to pull my underwear and pants up then went and hid in the guest bathroom that we had down here. Once I closed the door, I heard my father open the front door.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" I heard my father ask, the person at the door.
"I was wondering if Emily would be able to hang out tonight sir." I heard a familiar voice say at th e door.
Oh god! No please let this be a dream! I thought screaming in my head.
"Hold on." I heard my father say. "Emily!" He screamed.
I twisted the door knob, and walked out to the foyer. "Yes dad?" I asked keeping my eyes on my father, not the person behind him.
"You have a friend." He said, though he had no smile on his, which the other person couldn't see. Since my father wasn't facing them.
I finally looked up at the person behind my father. "Hey Aaron." I said, trying to show any weakness or fear. "Was up?" I asked walking closer to the door.
"I was wondering if you could hang out." he smiled, his perfect teeth showing.
"Dad, would it be okay?" I asked, knowing either way there was going to be hell to pay.
"Sure." He replied with a smile that I could tell was fake and just for show. "Just be back by ten it is a school night." He added.
"I'll just go grab my shoes, I'll be right down." I said turning around and heading for my room.