āFuck me, Father please, please please fuck me.ā Iām kneeling at his feet, a wet, dripping mess.
āI canāt sweetheart, your cunt is too disgusting. I donāt want to stick my cock in that nasty hole, who knows who youāve been fucking,ā he says, rubbing my cunt with his foot.
āPlease Father, I havenāt fucked anyone else I swear, my cunt is clean, please fuck me.ā
āIāll need to use protection baby, I donāt want your nasty cunt cream all over my cock.ā He grinds his foot into my cunt, his toes glistening with my wetness.
āI donāt mind. Thank you Father, I think I have some condoāā, he laughs and shakes his head.
āDonāt be silly. On all fours now, babygirl.ā He leaves the room for a second and returns with a carrier bag. The thick, cheap plastic kind, some discount store name branded across it, the sort of bag Iād just throw away. Itās empty. He stands behind me and begins to force it inside my cunt. The scrunched up plastic feels sharp and rough inside me. I squirm with discomfort. Despite my shame, I can feel my cunt turning into a dripping mess.
āThatās perfect baby, hold still.ā I hear a fake shutter sound and whimper with embarrassment. He shows me his phone screen. I look ridiculous. Arse in the air, folds of orange plastic sticking out of my gaping cunt.
He forces his cock inside my stuffed hole and fucks me hard. It hurts. It feels sharp and rough, every stroke of his cock making my cunt feel like itās being rubbed raw.
āPlease stop Father, Iām sorry I begged to be fucked, please stop now.ā Iām crying, from pain and humiliation and regret.
āIf youāre going to act like trash then you need to be treated like trash, you fucking piece of shit.ā He thrusts harder, every stroke causing me to moan in pain and shame.
I sob as I feel my cunt betray me, getting wetter with every thrust. Father is always right. I will never forget that Iām trash.