Charlie Swan had a long day at work and all he wanted to do was go home and relax. Just after nine O'clock at night, he pulled his car into the driveway of the small, two bedroom house he shared with his daughter. She'd only been living with him for a few months and he was still adjusting to her being there. Sighing, he shut of the engine. With more strength than he really had, he climbed out and headed up to the porch, glancing through the living room window. What he saw had his footsteps halting and the air leaving his lungs.
On her knees was his daughter Bella. Barely eighteen, she had her mouth wrapped around the Cullen boy's cock. From his angle, Charlie could see the boy's dick sliding between his daughter's lips. The Cullen boy — Edward, he thought his name was — had one hand tangled in Bella's hair while his head was leaning back against the couch, a look of pure and utter ecstasy filling his face.
Though he knew he should rush in there and break them apart, Charlie couldn't seem to get his feet to move. The sight of his daughter sucking cock had his twitching and throbbing with need. Just when Charlie was about to lower the zipper on his brown pants, the Cullen boy thrust his hips up, clearly shooting his release into Bella's mouth. To Charlie's astonishment, she swallowed every drop before leaning back and wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand.
Then the Cullen boy stood up and pulled his pants back up, all while Bella knelt in front of him. He then pulled out his wallet and dug what looked like fifty dollar bill out and dropped it to the floor. Without a word, the Cullen boy walked past Bella, toward the front door. Charlie moved into the shadows of the porch so that he wouldn't see him. The rage that filled him was terrifying, but he wasn't sure who he should be pissed with: Bella for whoring herself out, or the Cullen boy for paying for her services.
Once the Cullen boy was done, Charlie walked into the house, unsurprised that Bella wasn't in the living room anymore. Charlie pulled his gun belt off and hung it up behind the door before walking into the kitchen. That's where he found his daughter. She was standing in front of the kitchen sink, drinking a class of water. Of course, Charlie could imagine that she'd want to wash down the taste of that boy's spunk.
She swayed her hips from side to side, in a slow, methodic rhythm. Her short skirt didn't hide much from him. Her white T-shirt clung to her body, and Charlie could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. His cock twitched in his pants. Why was he turned on by what he'd seen?
Before he realized what he was doing, Charlie crossed the kitchen and pressed his body against Bella's. She startled, but when his hand came to rest over her mouth, she didn't scream. Charlie's other arm came up around her, his hand resting just under her breast. Dragging his nose along the curve of her neck, he brought his lips just outside of her ear.
"What's the matter, whore? Where you expecting someone else?" he whispered. It might have been his imagination, but it seemed that Bella moaned and pressed herself further against him at the sound of his voice. "I watched you sucking that boy off. Did you like it?"
Bella nodded.
"I should have known," he hissed, pushing her into the counter. "Your mother was a whore, too."
Sliding his hand from her mouth, Charlie wrapped his fingers around her throat, pulling her head back onto his shoulder. Bella whimpered, but otherwise stayed silent. Using his other hand, he slid his fingers under her shirt, brushing them against the panties that she was wearing. Even through the soft material, Charlie could feel how aroused she was.
He sighed. "Did you come while sucking that boy's cock, whore?"
Bella shook her head no.
"That's a real shame." Charlie grabbed her hair and spun her around to face him. He could see the mixture of fear and excitement in his daughter's eyes. While he knew what he was doing was wrong, he couldn't stop himself. He needed her — his little whore. "On your knees."
Bella did as she was told and promptly dropped to her knees in front of him. With one hand still tangled in her hair, Charlie used his other hand to lower the zipper on his pants and fish his cock out. Bella's eyes flew open, but he wasn't sure if it was because she was eye to eye with her father's cock or the size of him. Charlie wasn't a small man, something he'd taken great pride in.
Wrapping his hand around himself, Charlie stroked himself, brushing the tip of his cock across her lips. Shifting his hips forward, he wordlessly encouraged her to take him into her mouth, something she seemed to have picked up on. Her lips parted and he slid in, moaning at the feeling of her warmth.
Bella kept her hands down to her side, letting Charlie set the pace. He started off slowly, not wanting to hurt her. But after a couple of minutes, he began to truly fuck her mouth. His moans filled the room, and several times he had to stop himself from filling her mouth with his own release. However, he didn't want that. No, Charlie wanted to fuck her, to take her and make her his. After all, she was his whore now.
Pulling on her hair, Charlie tore Bella's mouth off of him and dragged her to her feet. Bella cried out in pain, but he didn't care. Right now all he could think about was feeling her wrapped around him and knowing that from this moment on, she was his.
Charlie bent her over the kitchen table, placing one hand in the middle of her back. He pushed her skirt up, moaning at the sight of her white cotton panties stretched across her ass. With one hard yank, he pulled them down around her knees, leaving her completely open to him. Charlie grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing and kneading it roughly.
"Tell me, whore, have you fucked anyone yet?" When Bella didn't answer, Charlie brought his hand back and spanked her, the sound of the contact echoing throughout the kitchen. "Don't make me ask you again."
"No," she cried.
"No what?" he asked
"Nobody's fucked me," she replied.
"Hmm, I have a hard time believing that a cock-sucking, little whore like you hasn't let someone fuck you."
"I haven't. I promise!" Bella insisted.
Charlie kicked her feet further apart, opening her up for him and slipped two fingers into her pussy. Bella was soaking wet, her arousal coated his fingers. With as tight as she was around two digits, he couldn't help but imagine what she was going to feel like wrapped around his cock.
Curving his fingers up inside of her, Charlie grabbed Bella's hair again, tanking hard. "For your sake, I hope you're telling the truth. If not, my punishment will be swift. Understood?"
"Y — yes," she stammered.
"Yes, who?" Charlie snarled.
"Yes, Daddy!" Bella cried out.
Pleased with her response, Charlie pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his lips, sucking her juice off. She tasted good, and sooner or later, he was going to taste her directly, but for now, his need to be inside of her was more important than anything else.
Keeping his hand on the small of her back, Charlie fumbled with his pants, trying to get them down around his knees. Finally, he managed the feat and lined himself up with her. Grabbing her hips, he didn't give her any warning before he plunged inside of her, filling her completely.
Bella's responding scream filled the room and Charlie felt the moment when he ripped through her virginity. At least he wasn't going to have to punish her for being a lying whore.
Ignoring the way she whimpered and writhed under him, Charlie tightened his grip on her hips and set a fast and furious pace. He needed to prove to her that she now belonged to him and him alone.
"Fuck, you're so Goddamn tight," Charlie groaned, shifting his hips upward so that he hit a new angle. "You're my whore now, aren't you, honey? Just Daddy's, right?"
"Yes, Daddy," Bella moaned.
"Yeah, you like being my whore, too. I can feel how close you are. Does my little whore want to come?" Charlie asked, punctuating each word with a shift of his hips.
"Please, Daddy, please!" she begged.
Charlie laughed and reached up, grabbing her hair once again. "Come for me now!"
Bella cried out as she came undone, squeezing and manipulating his cock while he continued into pound her. Feeling his own orgasm starting to build, Charlie reluctantly pulled himself out of her and threw Bella to her knees. As she looked up at him, he moved so that he was straddling her and came in long, thick spurts all over her face and hair. When he'd ridden out his orgasm, he looked down at her. On the floor beneath him was his daughter, covered in his come after just committing herself to being his whore. With a shake of his head, he pulled his pants up and walked away from her.
From over his shoulder, he said, "Clean yourself up, whore. Then make me some dinner. I'm starving."
Thanks for reading and for those of you who review. I may or may not be continuing this. It's just going to depend on how motivated I am to take the millions of little ideas that are floating through my head and write them out.