Note from Author: Below story is the complete work of the author's own creativity but is heavily inspired by another author's Marie Adventures of a Cumslut series (by Stanlad). Permission from the source work author to publish this derivative story was requested, however, no response was received within a reasonable timeframe. This story takes place after the events of ch. 10 of that series and does not relate to any other chapters in any way whatsoever. All characters in the below story are above the age of 18.
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Marie was on the train ride home. The semester was over, summer was here, and she was ready for some much-needed rest. She had been working several shifts a night at both the glory hole and the pub for the past three weeks. Her body aches from head to toe and even though she took 30 minute showers, she for some reason could never remove every splotch of cum. She was very cognizant of this fact as she felt multiple dry crusted spots on her inner thighs just beneath her blue mini skirt.
The ricketty Greyhound bus finally got to her home town. Before even visiting her family, she made her way to her home-town glory hole. The grimy comic book store owner was still working the register. He looked like he hadn't showered in a few days, like usual. Their interaction had almost come routine, a few crude pleasantries, an exchange of tokens, and Marie sauntered off to her favorite booth.
The electronic ticker on the wall kept going up. 1 dozen, 2 dozen, 3 dozen, 4.... After the 60th customer Marie started feeling woozy, but she was glad there was a pause indicating she might have reached the end of the line. Suddenly, Customer 61 asked sheepishly, "How much for a good shag?"
Marie burped, trying to keep the cum in her stomach, and responded in a seductive drawl, "Just 20 pounds for you Daddy"
A few seconds later the latch to the glory hole door opened. Marie gasped, her father standing before her cum-covered body.
"Daddy- I mean dad- what..."
Marie couldn't finish as her father shoved a 20 pound note deep in her mouth. Thrown onto her hands and knees, she could no longer protect herself as he manhandled her ass. He hiked up her cumstained skirt and moved her thong to the side. That was the moment of the first assault. He brought his hand swinging down and left a beet red handprint across her ass. Marie's head shot up as her back arched. A muffled scream escaped across the wet note in her mouth.
She didn't understand. She had seen many men brought to this state of lust, but not her own father. Did he not care that she was his daughter? Was she just a cumslut to him now?
She spit out the note defiantly and turned back hoping for one last chance to plead to his humanity. She knew that she would have to beg, submit herself, and hope he relinquished his desire to use her in such depraved ways. She soon realized there would be no hope for such an amicable outcome. As she craned her neck back, she saw that her father had already unzipped his pants and his penis was fully erect. Tears of fear began filling her eyes. She was now only bracing herself for what was surely coming.
It seemed like an eternity for her, but objectively within a few seconds her father had pulled her hips back and penetrated Mary. It wasn't gentle, it wasn't intimate. The man who had always seemed to have resolve and integrity, suddenly seemed to be animalistic and wild beyond control. His pace quickened and he started mauling any open piece of flesh he could find. Her tits.. her ass... it was all he wanted at this point.
She could feel one of his hands on her tits. Marie felt as though she could gather the rhythm and bear through the assault. Abruptly, Three smacks rained down on her asscheek and she could not prevent tears of pain from welling in her eyes. She had lost control.
While taking her from behind, her father leaned over her back and whispered into her ear "I can't believe I created this perfect body for fucking, a fucking cumslut!"
Marie couldn't control her body. The degradation was turning her on. The shame swept over her. There was truly nothing that she was incapable of. Here she was covered in a layer of 60 loads of cum, being fucked like a ragdoll by her own father. He was still grabbing at every fold of her body, cementing the fact that her entire body was optimal for fucking. His pace quickened and Marie started to feel the twitches. She knew it was coming. As predicted, rope after rope of sperm shot inside of her.
As her father pulled out of her, Marie realized her face was sitting in a pool of cum on the floor that had accumulated from her glory hole venture. Her father looked down at the sight of his daughter with her face down in a pool of cum and her ass high in the air. Rather than disgust, he only felt more lust. There was no inhibition, only the thought he finally had access to something he always wanted, a young cumslut.
Marie was still fighting back tears as she sat up, her top still missing and her skirt still hiked up around her waist. She felt her shirt hit her face. Her father had flung it from nearby the doorway.
"Get dressed Marie, it is time to go home" He said calmly.
Marie put on her small sweater over her head. The sweater dragged much of the semen that was on her face down with it. She adjusted her underwear and pulled down her skirt. Locating her heels, she snapped them on and stumbled out the door into the hallway where her father was smoking a cigarette.
"Come Marie, I'll drive us back"
Marie was mortified, still an obvious cum dumpster from a second's glance. However, she had no will or desire to protest or even discuss what just happened. As they passed the restroom, Marie turned to go in and wash up.
"No Marie, come"
Marie turned and looked incredulously at her father but he had not even turned back towards her. He was still walking nonchalantly towards the exit. After a couple seconds her hand dropped from the restroom door knob and she continued following him towards the exit, the sound of cum squishing and plopping with her every step.
As they passed the counter, the store owner gave a quizzical look towards Marie and her father. Marie's father turned to him and asked how long Marie had been coming in. Realizing their relationship, the store owner sputtered out "She... she... wanted to be here! I didn't even ask her!"
"I'm well aware. Can't be helped. They go away to college, get ran through by a fraternity and this is how they end up."
"Yeah um she is definitely not the first, maybe the most eager though"
Marie couldn't believe it, her father and this store owner just casually chatting about how much of a whore she was as she stood there still covered in cum, her clothes sticking to her skin.