a nobody

You found your father in the living room, sprawled back on the couch with one arm over the backrest, a beer bottle dangling from his other hand, like most nights. Any other ocassion you'd make fun of him "Drinking beer and watching TV isn't gonna help you with that beer belly, old man." But tonight you had to be extra nice.

The TV was on, with some sports game he wasn’t really watching. You battered your eyelashes, swaying a little on your feet. “Daddy?”

Joel’s eyes slid lazily to you. He knew that tone, he knew how you'd call him daddy when you wanted something from him. “Mmm?”

“Can I get some money to go the movies with my friends tonight?” you asked, keeping your voice extra sweet, the way you knew he liked.

He hummed before taking a slow sip of beer. “What bout your allowance?”

Your bit your lip. “Already spent it all, daddy.”

Joel arched his brows. “On what?” He scoffed.

“I don't know, daddy! On stuff. Now, can I get some more money or not?” You tried to remain sweet but Joel was getting on your nerves.

“Well, that depends,” Joel tilted his head, smirking, and before you could ask him on what, he already answered. “On whether or not you’re feelin’ generous.”

You knew exactly what he meant, but you still made a face. “Generous?”

“Mm-hm.” He patted his thigh. “C’mere.”

You crossed the room, standing in front of him. “Ugh. You’re so annoying,” you muttered, even as he set the beer down and spread his legs wider.

“Yeah, but you still want somethin’ from me,” he said smugly, reaching for the waistband of his jeans. “If you wanna go watch a little movie. You're gonna have to make one with daddy too first.”

You blinked in confussion. Usually what your dad wanted when you asked for money, or permission to go somewhere was a quick messy blowjob fifteen minutes before your friends picked you up, maybe just a handjob if he was feeling generous that day. “What? Dad, I just want some mone—”

“On your knees,” he said, hooking two fingers under your chin. “I wanna see those pretty lips wrapped around daddy's cock. And this time…” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. “…we’re gettin’ it on camera.”

Your head snapped up. “What? No. Gross, dad. I’m not letting you record me so you can be some weirdo jerking off to it later.”

He chuckled, he always found your initial objections and that bratty attitude of yours amusing, and hot as hell. “Babygirl, I don’t need a video to get off to you. You’re walkin’ around this house all the damn time, keepin’ me hard without tryin’. But I want this. I want proof of how fuckin’ good you are f’your dad. And you’re gonna give it to me.”

“Ugh. Why do you have to be such a creep, dad? I don't want that on your phone forever. It grosses me out.”

Before you could protest again, his big hands were already on you, yanking you with force by your arm, pushing you down until your knees hit the rug under you. One of his hands dragged you forward by the back of your neck until your face was right between his spread legs. The big bulge straining against his jeans was right in front of your face, and your cheeks heated despite yourself. You hated how your dad, even being so disgustingly gross, still made your pussy ache with just seeing the outline of his prominent cock.

“Daaad—” you started, but he was already unbuckling his belt, and when he did you knew nothing would make him change his mind.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered roughly. “And don’t you dare hide that pretty face from the camera.”

You groaned, and couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “Ugh, you’re so disgusting. Such a perv.”

He just grinned at your insults. Every time you called him a “perv” or a “creep,” it only made him harder, more desperate to fuck the sass out of you. It wasn’t just the words, it was the attitude behind them, the way you acted like you didn’t want him, like you find him gross, when he knew your tight little pussy was already soaking wet every time he was around you. And that’s what drove him absolutely insane, the thought that he was the only man allowed inside your pretty little body, just daddy. The only one who would ever look after you, who always knew what was best for you. Your resistance only made him hunger for you more, it made him want to claim you, to have you forever, only for him. No other guy could ever give you the love your father gave you.

He held the phone now in his left hand, and he aimed it down at you, the bright flash light almost blinding your eyes. “Say that again to the camera. Go’head, tell em what I am."

“Daddy’s a perv,” you muttered, trying to hide your eyes behind your hand. Joel didn’t let you get away with it, of course not, you’d cooperate, and he’d have your pretty face on close-up chocking on his cock, so with a firm grip, he grabbed your hair, twisting it into a makeshift ponytail, and he tugged your head up so your eyes met his, getting you fully exposed to the camera.

“That’s right,” he said, pulling his cock free from the confinement of his pants. That cock that you already knew too well, was hard ever since the moment you walked into the living room, he couldn’t help it, that was the effect you had on daddy’s body, seeing you with your pouty glossy lips, with your little tank tops that showed your pretty nipples, or little skirts that he’d love to lift just to fuck that tight pussy like he owned it. His cock was thick, his heavy balls hanging below it. He took hold of his shaft and brushed the head agaisnt your lips, smearing his pre-cum all over your pink lipgloss, coaxing your mouth open so he could plug his cock inside you. “Now open up, babygirl. Show the camera how good daddy thaught you to suck cock.”

With a shaky huff, you parted your slick lips. There was no point fighting it, you wanted the cash for those tickets, and your dad was aching for his girl to worship his cock. He’d told you a million times already he’d never had a woman suck his cock so good like his babygirl did, maybe part of what turned him on so much was your initial resistence, maybe it was how you’d always start lazy, like you’d rather be watching paint dry instead of sucking him, that until he’d start fucking your face, and he definetely loved how you’d always take it, you’d complain, but you’d take it. The moment your lips spread, he wasted no time, sliding his thick, pulsing length into your waiting mouth. The phone hovered close, the lens capturing every detail as your tongue swirled, coating him in wet saliva.

“Fuuuuck, yeah, just like that,” he growled, loving that first moment of feeling your mouth around him. “Look at her, fuckin’ perfect, takin’ her dad so damn good. Prettiest little mouth in the whole damn world. Made it especially to suck this cock.” His hips rocked forward, pushing deeper into you, his groans filling the air as your throat tightened around his invasive girth, a slick gag escaping your mouth. “That’s it, babygirl, choke on it. Let ‘em hear how much you love this.”

Your muffled whimpers vibrated around his cock, a desperate sound that might’ve been a complaint if your mouth wasn’t so stuffed. The tears started to spill from your eyes, making your cheeks glisten as you struggled to take him. You tried to pull back, gasping for air, maybe to spit out another “gross old man” at him, but his rough hand clamped harder at the back of your head, pinning you in place, making it impossible for you to move, or to do anything else but to keep sucking his cock.

He kept talking into the phone like some depraved narrator. “She’s actin’ all bratty, tryin’ to squirm away,” he told the camera, arrogantly, “but this little slut loves when daddy fucks her pretty mouth raw. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

You managed to pull back just enough to gasp, his grip loosening for a split second. “No, s’gross, daddy, I—” Your defiance was cut short as he thrust forward again, his cock plunging deep, the swollen tip ramming the back of your throat. You gagged hard, the wet, choking sound filling the air as your body jerked. Saliva dribbled down your chin messily, as you fought to breathe through your nose.

“Mmhm,” he drawled delighted. He loved watching you struggle, savoring the way your face contorted, your cheeks hollowing, brows furrowing, tears streaking down your flushed skin, your throat spasming around his length, the obscene gluck-gluck of each thrust echoing as he pushed past your gag reflex, forcing you to take every inch. “Fuck, look at that. Love those little noises you make when you choke on daddy’s cock. Say it now. Tell me you’re daddy’s filthy little cocksucker.”

You glared up at him with defiance, managing a muffled, “Mmmgg, n-no,” the sound garbled around his shaft. But his grip tightened, fingers digging into your scalp, and he tilted your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze, you broke, voice trembling as you choked out, “…’m d-daddy’s… l-little c-cocksucker,” each word punctuated by the wet, sloppy rhythm of his cock sliding deeper into your throat.

“Attagirl,” he said, and his phone caught every second as he started thrusting harder into your mouth. He moved his hips fast and deep, like trying to bury his cock deep down your throat, punishing you with every stroke. You could hear his breathing getting heavier, hear the slick noises of your spit coating him and dripping down his ballsack.

“Fuck, look at this filthy mess she’s makin’,” he growled for the camera, tilting it to capture the glistening strings of drool dripping from your swollen lips, your mascara streaking down your cheeks in dark rivers, your jaw quivering as you gazed up at him, utterly defenseless, like you had no choice but to let him fuck your mouth raw until he was done with you. “She’s a perfect messy thing. So fuckin’ perfect f’me.”

His thrusts grew more brutal by the second, giving you no chance to catch your breath. His thick cock slammed against the back of your throat, bruising your palate, the raw ache spreading with every punishing stroke. Your throat tightened, saliva pooling and spilling over, making wet sounds as he used you. When your face flushed a deep red, gagging too hard on the slick mess of your own spit, he yanked your head back by the hair, his grip rough and unyielding, forcing you to look at him.

“Mgggh… daddy… enough,” you rasped, spit clinging to your chin. “You’ve got your stupid video already.”

“Just a bit more, babygirl, ‘m almost there,” he cooed, as he pushed your head back toward his throbbing cock. “Be good f’daddy, and he’ll finish real quick.”

You rolled your eyes, but complied, letting him guide you back. Your tongue slid deliberately along the underside of his shaft with every thrust of his hips, the wet drag of your mouth pulling low moans from him. You hummed around him, cause you knew how much he liked the vibrations, they made his cock twitch. He shoved himself deeper, burying himself to the hilt, until your nose was crushed against the coarse hair at his navel, his balls heavy against your chin. He held you there, grinding shallow, cruel thrusts into your throat until your lungs burned, your hands clawing at his thighs, desperate to pull away.

With a harsh tug on your hair, he ripped you off his cock. You choked, gagging violently, spit stringing from your lips to his glistening tip as you gasped for air, your chest heaving after being suffocated by his length.

“Gonna give you somethin’ to remember this by,” he rasped. You whimpered, shaking your head weakly, knowing exactly what was coming, but he didn’t care. His hand pumped his cock furiously, as he aimed the swollen tip at your tear-streaked, spit-slicked face. The first thick, hot rope of cum splattered across your cheek, followed by another across your chin, your nose, your parted lips. It was a flood that felt endless, so much cum dripping down your face in sticky streaks. “Ahhh, Ahhh yesss, ffffuck yeah… take it, babygirl. Take all of your daddy’s cum,” he groaned, making your stomach twist with a mix of disgust and heat. You hated how vocal he was, his filthy words made you cringe, his ragged breaths, the way he moaned, it all sounded gross out of his mouth.

“God damn, babygirl…” he panted, finally lowering the phone, the flash blinding you as it lit up your cum-drenched face. His other hand gripped your chin, tilting your head up to show off the mess he’d made. “Stay just like that. Wanna get a good shot of my baby.”

Your cheeks were flushed from the heat of it all, your hair a wild tangle from where Joel’s fingers had gripped and yanked, tugging hard as he’d used your mouth. The makeup you’d spent hours doing to look pretty for the movie date with your friends was now a wrecked mess, your chest heaved, each breath was a shaky gasp as you tried to steady yourself after he’d finished. Thick ropes of his cum clung to your face, dripping down your cheeks, pooling at your chin, some already drying in sticky streaks.

“Hold still, babygirl,” Joel rasped. His free hand was now wrapped around his cock, fisting it lazily, he moved it so the swollen tip of it would brush your jaw as he smeared his release across your skin, dragging it toward your lips. The other hand held his phone steady, angling the camera to capture every inch of your ruined face in the frame.

You turned your head, whining, you already hated his cum, the smell, taste and texture of it, but now he was ruining all your hard effort, “Ew, Daddy, gross—stoppp. You’re ruining my makeup even more.”

“Darlin’, makeup’s the least of your worries right now,” That little smirk of his was there across his face. He tapped the head of his cock against your cheek, leaving another sticky smear, ugh, it felt so thick and warm. “Look at that. Prettiest fuckin’ mess I’ve ever made.”

You groaned dramatically, squeezing your eyes shut when he dragged himself across your mouth, the wet tip catching against your bottom lip. “Ugh, dad! You’re seriously so disgusting. I can feel it sticking to me.”

“Mm-hm,” he hummed amusingly, “and now every time daddy jacks off to this, he’s gonna see you sittin’ there, takin’ it like a good girl.” He tilted the phone closer, zooming in on the mess he’d made, his tip rubbing his cum into your skin in circles. “Look at that. Daddy’s cum paintin’ my girl’s pretty face. Not a damn inch of you I ain’t claimed.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes toward the camera, so annoyed at the fact that sucking him wasn’t enough, now you had to put on a show for him too. “Don’t call me your girl, dad, especially when you’re… ugh… smearing it all over me like some perv.”

Joel chuckled, his thumb coming to tilt your chin up so you had to look directly into the phone. “Say it,” he ordered.

You frowned. “Say what?” You already knew, just enjoyed playing dumb to try and piss him off

“Say whose cum it is.” His tone left no room for argument. With dad his words was always final.

You squirmed, glaring at him through your lashes. You knew daddy loved the attitude and the sass, maybe that’s part of why you did it, you internally wanted to please him. “I don’t wanna—”

The sharp slap of his cock against your cheek cut you off, followed by another lazy drag down your nose, he was really smearing his cum and dragging his cock all over yur face. “Say it, babygirl.”

You sighed heavily, your voice dripping with reluctant sass. “It’s yours, dad. Obviously. It’s all yours. Happy now?”

“Real happy,” he smirked, leaning in to press the head against your lips until you parted them. He pushed just enough to smear the taste onto your tongue before pulling back. “Now tell the camera you love it.”

You groaned, feeling your face hot. “I hate it.” You did hate the taste, it was always salty and bitter, but there was something about knowing that it was you, not any other woman, but you, his baby, making your daddy’s cock hard, and making him cum so much, that made you ache between your legs.

“Try again.” He always knew he had to insist a little with you before you gave in,

You gave him an exaggerated pout but muttered, “I love it,” in the most unconvincing tone possible.

Joel chuckled, and he finally lowered the phone, satisfied with the result of his little homemade movie. “That’s my girl.” His hand cupped your jaw, smearing one last streak of cum along your cheekbone. “Gonna keep this one for a long, long time.”

You wrinkled your nose, part of you disgusted with the idea of your father jerking off alone with the video of you sucking him off, but another part secretely turned on by it, of course you wouldn’t let him know, you had to keep up the act. “You’re literally the grossest man alive.”

“And you’re the prettiest mess alive,” he shot back, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth, smearing even more of himself there, enjoying how much it bothered you having his seed on your face.

“Can I have the money for the tickets now?” you huffed impatiently. “Need to go fix my makeup again.”

You rolled your eyes and kept walking toward your room, chin tipped up. “It’s just a few minutes. Sorry for having friends, daddy.”

His lips twitched, not quite a smile, not quite a frown. He pushed off the couch, closing the distance between you in two slow steps. “Friends don’t keep you out this late. Makes me think you’re forgettin’ whose girl you are.”

You snorted. “I don’t forget. You remind me every time you—”

“—stuff you full’a me ’til you’re walkin’ funny?” he cut in.

Your face heated instantly. “Joel!”

“Mm.” He cupped your chin in one big hand, tilting your head back so you had to look at him. “Gonna keep talkin’ to me with that smart little mouth, or you gonna behave for daddy?”

You opened your mouth to sass him again, but the way his eyes dropped to your lips made your pulse skip. Joel never looked at you like boys your age did, all shy and hesitant. He looked at you like a real man, like he’d already had you in every position possible… because he had. He always said a dad knew how to take care of his girl best, and no boy would ever care for you the way he did.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured when you stayed quiet, his thumb brushing your cheek. “You’ve been out with boys, huh? Let them all look at you so pretty like this.”

You rolled your eyes once again. “None of your business, dad,” you shot back.

“Oh, but it is my business when all of those punks are tryin’ to get into my baby’s panties,” he said, as if the thought of anyone else but him having you repulsed him. “You haven’t been havin’ fun with those boys, have you? You don’t let them fuck that pretty pussy, do you?”

“Ugh, gross, dad. Don’t talk about it,” you said as you began to make your way to your bedroom. Just as you crossed the door, Joel came up behind you, big hands sliding under your sweater to cup your tits. “Cold hands, daddy!” you squealed, squirming.

He chuckled against your ear. “Better get you warmed up then, huh?”

“Dad, I just got here—”

“You been gone all day with your friends. Think I’m waitin’ any longer?” He turned you around, backing you toward the wall. “Mm-mm. Daddy’s been hard for hours thinkin’ about you runnin’ that mouth.”

“You’re so disgusting,” you huffed. “Not in the mood, dad. Just got home, I’m tired.”

“Don’t care.” He leaned down to kiss you softly, then deeper when you gasped. His tongue pushed past yours, one hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you there when you tried to squirm away, the other already sliding down to squeeze your ass.

Joel’s mouth tugged into a slow grin. “Come on, babygirl. Just suck your daddy. Just a little of that mouth, and I’ll let you mind your own stuff later.”

Your head whipped toward him. “No, dad. I don’t wanna.” You didn’t mind sucking Joel or fucking him most of the time. It was good, it felt good. But Joel always wanted to fuck at the most inconvenient times, and he was so icky about it.

“Didn’t ask if you wanted to, babydoll. Said you gotta.” He was a stubborn man, and when he needed his baby, nothing else would do but her. “On your fuckin’ knees now. Make it up to dad for bein’ late.”

“Ugh… gross,” you muttered, crossing your arms. You glared at him for a beat, but when he crooked a finger toward the floor in front of him, you sighed and knelt down.

He was already leaning against the wall, unbuckling his belt. “C’mon, babygirl. Let daddy see that pretty mouth.”

You mumbled under your breath, something along the lines of “ugh, so annoying,” but your hands still moved to pull him out, thick and half-hard in your grip. Joel’s cock was huge. He didn’t know you’d seen other guys’ dicks, but those were nothing compared to Joel’s long, veiny cock.

“That’s it,” he said, watching you from under heavy lids. “You love your dad’s cock, don’t cha?”

You didn’t answer, just leaned in and wrapped your lips around him, giving one slow bob of your head before pulling back with a sigh. No little teasing before sucking him, no kitten-licks around the shaft, no soft kisses on his tip like he liked. Just going straight at it like it was work.

Joel frowned. “The hell is that? You usin’ that mouth or just restin’ it on me?”

You rolled your eyes but kept going, though your movements were lazy. You kept your mouth closed around his cock, bobbing your head up and down, but not bothering to do any tongue play, not moaning around it or looking up at him. You really weren’t in the mood to suck him right now just because you got home late and your dad, being the perverted man he was, thought this would be your punishment. You’d rather be chatting with friends or watching a show on Netflix, but when dad needed help, you needed to provide.

He reached down, gripping your hair tight. “Don’t half-ass it, babygirl. You do it right, or I’ll bend you over your bed ‘til you’re cryin’. That what you want?”

You shook your head around him, your cheeks were heating at the way he was staring down at you like you were just there for his pleasure. Joel always cared about you, but when he was really horny or angry, he’d just take you like you were his little doll.

“Good. Then make daddy feel it,” he ordered, guiding your head down until you gagged lightly on it. “Gotta make it up to him for bein’ so late whorin’ around with boys.”

You pulled back with a whimper, wiping the drool off your mouth after he’d made you choke on his cock. “Ugh, daaaad…”

Joel just smirked. “Don’t go ‘ugh, dad’ on me. You misbehaved, so now you gotta make it right. I’m bein’ nice here.”

“I don’t think it’s nice,” you muttered, shooting him a glare. “It’s gross, dad.”

He just chuckled, reaching forward to hook a finger under your chin and tilt your face up. “Y’know what I think’s gross? A brat who won’t use her manners when I’m bein’ generous.” His thumb swiped across your cheek like he owned it. “Now, open up that smart mouth again and suck like you fuckin’ mean it.”

You whined. “Enough, daddy. I’m tired. And I’m not in the mood. Can’t you just, like, do it yourself?”

“Alright,” he said slowly, his hands gripping your hair into a tight ponytail. “Since you’re gonna give me attitude, you’re gonna stay down there till I’m satisfied. And I don’t give a damn if it takes all night.”

“Dad—” you tried once again.

“Nope. Mouth open. C’mon, babydoll. Gimme that sweet mouth. You know I love watchin’ you try to fit me in.”

You hesitated, so he guided you forward, pressing the blunt, heavy tip of his cock, still wet from your saliva, against your lips. With an exaggerated sigh, you parted your lips, letting him inside your mouth again, but still moving your tongue in the laziest way possible.

Joel groaned, but not in a pleased way, more like frustrated. “Mmh, you’re really doin’ the bare minimum, huh?” His grip tightened in your hair, forcing you down further, making your lips stretch wide around him. “Feels like you’re just sittin’ there lettin’ me do all the work.”

You pulled back enough to glare up at him, spit and pre-cum glistening on your lower lip. “Maybe ‘cause I am. You’re the one who wanted this, dad.”

That earned you a sharp push down his length until you gagged and your eyes watered. He held you there for a beat, letting you choke on his thick cock, feeling the way your throat felt against the sensitive tip of his cock.

“Mm, that’s better,” he rasped, finally letting you come up for air. “Nothin’ I hate more than a lazy little mouth. Suck it like you mean it, or you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

Your cheeks burned hot as you gasped for air, still feeling the ghost of his cock down your throat, cutting off your air. You hated how that threat worked. With a grumble, you sucked him harder, letting your tongue swirl just to show the bare minimum interest, but still doing something.

“Atta girl,” he murmured, his thumb stroking your cheek in mock affection even while his other hand kept your head in place. “Knew you could behave if dad reminded you who’s in charge.”

You felt his hand cup the back of your head, fingers sliding through your hair just enough to grip. “Mm-hm. Uh-huh. That’s real nice, babydoll,” his tone turned sharp, “‘cept you’re actin’ like you’d rather be scrubbin’ floors than suckin’ your daddy’s cock.”

You glared up at him, mouth stuffed full, cheeks hollowing around him. You tried to pull back, make some bratty retort, but Joel kept you there, pushing his hips forward until you gagged again. Oh, how you hated when he fucked your mouth like this.

“Nah, sweetheart. Don’t even try to pull back. You’re gonna learn to do it right with some goddamn enthusiasm.” You mumbled something garbled around him, like “screw you, dad,” but it only made his eyes narrow in an amused way. “Uh-uh. Don’t talk with your mouth full. Work for it.”

His grip tightened, and he started guiding your head at his pace, deep, slow drags that forced you to taste him all the way. He was watching you, every little tear spilling down your eyes, every time your throat worked. The wet, messy sounds filled the room, and the more you tried to make it quick, the more he slowed you down.

“There you go. Nice an’ deep. Don’t you dare pull off.” His voice was low; he loved having this control over you. Everything he did was for your own good. This was just to teach his baby to have some manners and respect. “You think I don’t notice you slackin’? Not givin’ daddy what he needs? Uh-uh. Keep goin’ until that pretty little jaw aches.”

Your jaw was screaming by now, a dull ache all over your chin, but Joel was relentless. His hips rocked just enough to keep you on the edge of choking, pulling back only so you could suck harder on the way up. He kept you there until your eyes were glassy, your lips shiny with spit.

You whimpered, hands resting on his thighs for balance. He didn’t let up. “Mhm, finally startin’ to look like you mean it.”

And then, when you thought maybe, finally, he’d let you stop, Joel’s hand in your hair tightened again. “Don’t even think about pullin’ off, baby. I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat.”

You gave him a muffled, miserable whine, trying to push away before he filled your throat, but it was swallowed up when he pushed deeper again. His breathing changed, his thighs and ass tensed, and you knew he was close.

“Keep your mouth open… yeah, just like that… gonna fill you up, babydoll.”

And when he came, his release was hot and bitter, he kept you there choking on him, forcing you to swallow around him. You squirmed, making little noises of protest, but he only groaned, “Swallow it. Every bit. You love your Joel, don’t ya? Then take it.”

Only when he was sure you’d swallowed did he let you pull away. Your jaw was aching after being wide open for so long, your lips swollen after sucking him, and his smug grin told you he was more than satisfied.

“Mmm,” he murmured, thumbing your spit-slick cheek. “Now that’s better. See? It ain’t so bad when you try.”

You grimaced, your distaste evident on your face. “Ugh, daddy! You know I hate when you cum in my mouth,” you complained. “Ick, your cum tastes so bad. It’s gross.”

“Gross?” Joel chuckled. “Sayin’ it’s gross, but you swallowed every last drop,” he said, pleased with himself.

“Yeah, ‘cause you were holding my head,” you whined.

“Quit complainin’, or you’re in for a lot worse, babygirl,” Joel said roughly. “What has dad told you about being a little brat?”

“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do, daddy? You gonna fuck me?” you laughed, amused, looking at his soft cock resting between his thighs. “Your dick looks like a little worm, I doubt you’re gonna fuck anyone anytime soon.”

“You better watch it now,” he said, and instantly he spit on his hand, moving it down to his length, closing his fist around it, violently stroking it, trying to bring it back to life. “You don’t know who you’re messing with when dad gets angry.”

“Yeah, I’m messing with an old man who can’t get it up more than one round,” you laughed, your eyes fixed on the way his hand gripped his cock hard, moving up and down, but still not getting hard. “It’s so sad to see you try, daddy. Maybe you should go and take a nap.”

“Shut your mouth,” he muttered. The muscles in his forearm were flexing as he pumped himself harder, it was as if he was almost punishing himself with every stroke, desperate to get himself hard again so he could fuck you and knock the attitude out of you.

You giggled. “Oh my god, you’re really trying. Need me to get you one of those little blue pills, dad? Look at it, it’s all soft and squishy.”

He groaned, angry at himself for being so old, for his body not responding like it used to, because he had his daughter on her knees in front of him, with traces of his cum on her mouth, and still he couldn’t coax his cock hard again. He thrusted into his fist with frustrated thrusts, but nothing yet.

“Look at you, daddy. You’re red in the face. You’re gonna pop a vein before you even get it up,” you teased him, leaning forward so you could watch his soft cock up close.

You enjoyed so much being a brat and getting on Joel’s nerves. Joel let go of his soft cock and grabbed you by your arm, yanking you up and throwing you over your bed, climbing fast on top of you. He grabbed your knees and pushed them apart, settling in between them. His hands moved to push your skirt up, hauling it around your waist, and sliding your panties to the side, baring your pussy for him. You were soaking wet; even when you complained about sucking him or about how bad his cum tasted, your body still wanted him to fuck you stupid.

“C’mere,” he growled, wrapping his hand around his cock again to try and stabilize it enough to get it inside you.

You yelped and pulled back. “Dad! You’re not even fully hard yet, look, it’s all floppy. Just go have a nap and leave me alone.”

You saw a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “You think you’re funny, yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” You bit your lip, feeling cocky. “Can’t even get it hard twice in a row, poor daddy. Go on, give it a try.”

His hands snapped to your thighs, pulling them open. “I’ll get in. Don’t need it all the way hard to fuck you.”

He shoved his half-hard length between your folds, trying to grind forward and push inside your hole. But even as he tried hard, it kept slipping out, smearing his pre-cum all over your clit and entrance.

“Feels like a wet noodle, dad,” you mocked him.

That was the last straw. Joel grabbed you by your hips and turned you around, pushing your face down against your pillow, and his other hand pulled your ass up. “Daaaddy!” you tried to complain, but your voice was muffled by the pillow. Suddenly, as if by magic, his cock started to stiffen.

You could feel the thick and now hard head of his length pressing against your entrance, threatening to push in. “D-dad,” you mumbled.

“Ohhh, no,” he mocked you this time. “What happened to that smart mouth now?”

He pushed barely an inch inside you; your heat enveloped him instantly, your tight walls clamping around it, and oh, it felt so good. Joel was sure you were made for him, because no other woman he’d ever fucked before, not even your mother, had ever felt so good wrapped around him.

“Fuck… dad—wait!” you gasped, but Joel just shoved your face harder against the pillow until it was pressed flat against it.

He took hold of your hips and pushed all the way in, in one rough and hard thrust. You felt every single inch of him now spreading your little hole open; the intrusion made you whimper against the pillow, your hands grasping the bedsheets.

“Ohhh yesss… Oh yes, baby, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Feels so fuckin’ tight today,” Joel grunted. And you could only think about how icky he sounded when he dirty-talked and moaned like that. “Mouth shut, ass up, fuckin’ perfect pussy around me, mmmm yeah.”

The mattress was groaning under both of your bodies, as Joel set a brutal pace, fucking you through the slick mess between your legs, a combination of your fluids and Joel’s pre-cum. He was going as deep as he possibly could, the tip of his length hitting your cervix every time he bottomed out, his balls slapping against your ass.

You tried to lift your head, at least to catch your breath, but Joel just pushed it down again with a firm hand on the back of your skull. “Mgghhh, ddd-dad, oww,” were all the little sounds and words that escaped your mouth.

“My perfect girl… oh shit, makin’ daddy feel so goddamn good,” he gritted out while his hips kept slamming into you with that relentless rhythm, each stroke making your toes curl. “You complain so much, but this cunt is eatin’ my cock up.”

Joel’s arm reached under your body for your swollen nub, and once he found it, he started to thumb it. His thick digit moved in circles around your clit until you began to sob on the pillow, your thighs shaking in pleasure.

“Mphhh… ahhh,” you tried to say. And even if the words and sounds made no sense, Joel knew, by the way you were clenching around him, that you were getting close.

“Soundin’ real nice like this, babygirl,” he drawled, punctuating every word with a hard thrust that made you scream into the pillow. “Now you’re gonna cum on dad’s cock. Gonna soak it real fuckin’ good.” He said it as if he wasn’t giving you a choice, and by the way he kept fucking you and rubbing your clit, he wasn’t.

His free hand gripped your ass cheek roughly, spreading you wider so he could bury himself to the hilt, even deeper than before. His cock was diving deep enough that your thighs tried to close, but the grip on your ass kept you wide open for him.

The pressure on your clit intensified, and you felt a jolt of pleasure ripping through your body as Joel made you cum. He felt the way your pussy walls spasmed around him, gripping him tighter than before, fluttering insatiably.

“Fuck—baby. Look at you takin’ it like that, so perfect. Shit—gonna…”

He heard you muffling something that sounded like “mmmg—no, n-not inside—ghh.” But it was too late, and he didn’t care, there was nothing he loved more than stuffing his girl full of his seed. He felt the climax taking over him, and with your pussy milking his cock, thick and warm ropes of his cum painted your walls.

Finally, Joel let go of your head, and you came up to breathe. Your face was red after being pushed down for so long, your eyes were also red from sobbing so much. And you felt the hot, slippery trail of cum running out of your pussy and dripping down your thighs.

“Ahhhg, daaaad, you’re the worst,” you whined, but Joel was too far gone to care, he was lying on his back next to you, trying to catch his breath after exhausting himself. “I hate when you cum inside me. You leave me all messy, it’s so sticky and gross.”

“Mmm, you look so pretty with my cum in your little pussy,” he said as he grabbed you and pulled you against his body, forcing you to cuddle with him. “C’mere with dad.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you tried to move away, but his grip on you was tight. “It’s disgusting. I feel it coming out of me, uggghh, it’s so slippery. Feels awful.”

Joel kissed your forehead. “Daddy’ll clean you up in a second, baby. Just let me catch my breath.”

You sighed in annoyance. “Don’t want you to clean me up. Want you to stop cummin’ inside me.”

“No can do, baby,” he said and laughed as if the idea was ridiculous. “No can do.”

I won’t be active on this account other than to post fics like this one if I write any more. I decided to create this anonymous blog due to how toxic the fandom has been. I don’t want this reaching the wrong public and have them come at me, but I still want people who enjoy this kind of fics to maybe be able to find them and enjoy them, since there isn’t that many dad!fics.