“Fuck me, Father please, please please fuck me.” I’m kneeling at his feet, a wet, dripping mess.
“I can’t sweetheart, your cunt is too disgusting. I don’t want to stick my cock in that nasty hole, who knows who you’ve been fucking,” he says, rubbing my cunt with his foot.
“Please Father, I haven’t fucked anyone else I swear, my cunt is clean, please fuck me.”
“I’ll need to use protection baby, I don’t want your nasty cunt cream all over my cock.” He grinds his foot into my cunt, his toes glistening with my wetness.
“I don’t mind. Thank you Father, I think I have some condo–”, he laughs and shakes his head.
“Don’t be silly. On all fours now, babygirl.” 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 I’d just throw away. It’s 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.
“That’s perfect baby, hold still.” 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 it’s being rubbed raw.
“Please stop Father, I’m sorry I begged to be fucked, please stop now.” I’m crying, from pain and humiliation and regret.
“If you’re going to act like trash then you need to be treated like trash, you fucking piece of shit.” 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 I’m trash.
