Bottom Bitch Confidential: Daddy's Debt

It was late and I should have been in bed but I was waiting for daddy to come home. I was wearing a silk nightgown that stopped just above my smooth ass. When I shaved my legs and put on a wig, I would look exactly like a chick. And daddy had specifically asked that I dress up tonight. It was his poker night and he would get wasted, he told me he really really wanted to bang a chick tonight. Said if I dressed up, he'd fuck me while smoking a cigar. And I loved that.

Anyhow, I was resting on the couch, watching tv and whatnot when I heard some rucus from the front door. Daddy's home, I thought. I jumped off the couch, slipped on the blonde wig and checked myself out in the mirror. I was so hot. Tall, thin, tanned. The nightgown made my ass look even tighter and hotter. With the wig, I truly looked like a chick.

I tiptoed towards the front door of our farm house and through the screen door I noticed it wasn't daddy.

"Can I help you?" I asked, keeping a high-pitch voice, minding that the man might think i'm a girl.

"Where the fuck's your dad?" The man said, slurring his words. He was obviously drunk. He lit and smoke and invited himself inside.

"Excuse me, My dad's not here" I answered, trying to close the door.

"That fucker owes me money." The man said and I could only guess it was Parker, one of his poker buddies. Now that I thought about it, I recognized the voice.

He passed beside me, his rough hand grazing the smooth skin of my ass. I felt a tingle in my groin.

Parker took a puff of his smoke and then turned to face me. He was really hot though, in some odd way. Probably early forties but looked younger. He wasn't muscular at all but his masculinity is what was hot. He had a cocked eyebrow and very rugged facial features. Typically American. Tall, tanned, broad shoulders. He was covered in tattoos, including a tear below the eye, which I knew symbolized murder. He was cocky, and a real man's man. Probably never fucked a dude in his life. And that was hot.

"Mario never said he had a daughter." Parker said, puffing on his smoke and eyeing me up and down. I could see a nasty bulge in his pants.

"And my dad never said he had such a rude friend. Can you leave now?" I asked, looking away, uncomfortable by Parker's stare.

"Ah come on, lass. You look like you want some fun." Parker said, articulating with his hands too much. He gave me that stare again with the cocked eyebrow and the swag in the lips. He was charming.

"Not particularly. I'm tired." I lied, opening the screen door, inviting Parker to leave.

"Well, I came here to settle a debt." Parker said, this time a certain menace in his voice. He put out his smoke right on the counter and then stormed towards the door where he slammed it shut.

"What -" He cut me off, pushing me against the wall.

"You look expensive, bitch." Parker said, ripping off his shirt with one svelte move. He might not look muscular but under that shirt was hidden a fucking ripped chest and rippling abs. Parker was a muscle God.

"Don't. do this." I said, although some part of me was getting turned on. "Daddy won't be happy."

"No." Parker said, whipping his cock out from his pants. "But I will."

I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he kissed me hard on the neck and ears and then planted his tongue between my lips. The tension was growing and the sight of him jerking off in front of me was both disguting and enticing.

"Now pay off his debt, bitch." Parker said, forcing me to my knees. I struggled a bit but he pried my mouth open and then fed me his massive manmeat. It smelled like dried piss and cum and as he fucked my mouth, my excitement increased.

"Yeah, you slut. Knew you wanted this dick. Awhhh fuck yeah, warm me up for your pussy, bitch."

I cupped his balls, just like daddy liked, and then began really sucking hard on his shaft, bobbing my head back and forth as my wig bounced every which way.

Parker stood there, his back arched. He had one hand behind his back and the other behind my head, forcing me down in a deepthroat.

"Ohh fuck yeah, you dirty slut. Give me my money's worth. Ohhhh yeah right there, yeaaaah lick it."

I was licking the tip of his cock, playing with the massive mushroom head. He reached over to the counter for his smokes and lit one.

"Yeahhh, service me bitch. Pay your daddy's debt. Ohh yeah." Fuck he was hot. so cocky. He puffed on that smoke, grinded my mouth, talked dirty to me.

"Get up now, I wanna fuck you. You want my dick in your pussy, slut?" Parker said. I was waiting for this. For him to remove my panties and see my dick.

But it didn't happen.

"Fuck it. He owes me lots. I'm getting your butthole, bitch."

"As you wish, bigboy." I said, winking. I turned around, spread my legs and moaned with excitement as Parker grabbed the cord of my thong and ripped it off as he began licking and sucking my asshole.

"Mmmm papi. Mmmm yeah Parker. Yeah fuck me."

He didn't reply, just continued making love to my asshole with his tongue and lips. After a few minutes he rose and placed his hands on my hips, his smoke resting between his lips.

"Get ready for Parker." He said. So cocky.

He wrapped those thick fingers around that thick cock of his and gently began inserting it into my manhole.

"Awhhhh fuck. so tight. ah yeah so tight. Fuck." He moved in until I could feel his chest resting on my back.

I flipped my hair and cocked my head back to look at Parker beginning to thrust. He gave stiff short pumps at first, his lips twitching and brow creasing as he fucked me with passion. Drunk passion.

He puffed on his smoke, rubbed his muscles, kissed his biceps. Parker was everything.

"Fuck me harder. fuck my boy hole!" I slipped. Fuck.

Parker stopped and as he went to grab my wig, it stayed in his hands.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Parker yelled, completely ripping my thong off my body and his hand rested on my hard shaft.

"You fucking faggot!!" Parker said, slapping me across the face. I felt his dick slip out of my ass as he punched me in the face.

I didn't cry, didn't react. I was in shock. That's when he grabbed me and dragged me into the living room. This wasn't fun anymore.

"Get out! Get out of my house!" I screamed but Parker placed his massive hand on my mouth as he pushed me on the couch, his massive cock erect like a horny horse.

"Now you're going to get it you faggot. You want cock, you'll fucking get it."

He flipped me over so that my face was in the couch and then I felt his big cock slip into my asshole with a lot less fitness then the first time.

"Ahhh fuck yeah, you bitch. You fucking worthless faggot." Parker screamed as he furiously pumped my asshole. He smoked like a construction worker and swore like one too.

"STOP! You're hurting me!" now the tears came but they didn't go anywhere but in the soft tissue of the couch.

"FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH. AWHH YEAH. FUUUCK." Parker was laying it on, pounding me silly almost to the point of hurting. The whole couch shacked with every thrust of Parker's pelvis. His massive cock in and out of my hole in quick shafts.

"Gonna cum inside you, faggot. yeah I'll breed you bitch, take my seed. AWHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUCK."

I didn't look around to see his pleasure face. That usually turned me on when a rugged man came inside my hole but not this time. I didn't want to see it. But Parker forced me.

He flipped me around and shoved his hard cock down my throat and fucked my mouth furiously. One shot of jizz, two, three, four.

"FFUUUUCK YEAH FAG. YEAH SWALLOW IT!!" He kept his cock in my mouth until I ate all his cum. It tasted good but I wouldn't admit it.

He slapped my cheeks gently, smiling. "You liked that as much as I did?"

"GET OUT!!" I screamed, curling up naked on the couch.

Parker slipped on his jeans and dirty wife beater and lit himself a smoke. "What? No smoke and cuddle after?" He grinned and then walked towards the door.

The moment he walked out I ran to the door and locked it. I leaned my back against it and let myself fall against the floor.