Gloryhole Surprise Ch 02

It had been three months since Daddy and I first encountered each other at the gloryhole, and he was still "punishing" me daily.

I got bare-bottom spankings, belt whippings, and brutal over-the-knee paddlings. Sometimes he made me stand with my nose in the living room corner, with my skirt pulled up and my panties pulled down, so he could jerk off to my ass from the sofa. He made me blow him in every place imaginable. Sometimes he'd bark at me to go fetch the Crisco so he could grease up my big 34H tits and fuck them. He slapped me and spit in my face and called me a whore during those tittyfucks.

More than anything, though, Daddy's punishments came in the form of anal sex. He had very little interest in my cunt unless he was eating it. No, Daddy had decided he belonged up my ass, and that the best way to teach me my lessons was to buttfuck them into me. Repeatedly. After all, I was his only daughter, and I was just 18. I had many, many lessons to learn.

On this particular day, Daddy had me bent over the hood of his sports car in the garage, and was using his fingers to slowly grease my ass with coconut oil. I had on a t-shirt and jeans, and the jeans were pulled down just far enough to expose my ass. Daddy was going to fuck my ass with my legs together — my very favorite way to get buttfucked.

The garage door was up and, from our vantage point facing the street, we could see some activity in the neighborhood. We weren't immediately visible, although if someone looked hard enough they'd see their middle-aged neighbor fucking his teenage daughter over the hood of his car. Daddy liked this element of danger. He was becoming more and more bold with our exhibitionism. I think he wanted all his perverted old friends to know how he was using his daughter's tight, busty little body.

Daddy squeezed my oiled-up asscheeks together and fucked them for a while, then forced his nine-inch rod into my little bottom. I squealed; this was always my favorite part. That familiar "pop" as the head of his cock pushed past my anus and snaked its way deep into my rectum.

Daddy started fucking my asshole with long, forceful strokes. He'd pull his fat shaft almost all the way out, then ram it back home. I couldn't see his face but knew he was intently watching himself penetrate my ass. I think it was his very favorite visual. His big cock drilled up his teenage daughter's tight butt.

For the next several minutes, Daddy buttfucked me earnestly over the hood of the car, slapping my ass occasionally, pushing my face into the cold steel, punctuating his thrusts with his hot dirty talk.

"You like Daddy up your ass, you little slut?"

"You're such a fucking butt slut for Daddy, aren't you?"

"I'm going to nut so deep inside you, baby."

"Such a big load for my sweetheart."

"My jizz'll be running down your legs all night."

"You're such a fucking cum whore."

"Good God, you have a tight little asshole."

(I was to be as quiet as possible when Daddy took my ass, because I wasn't supposed to be enjoying it. But I loved it. Sometimes, Daddy's cock filled my ass in such a way that it made my cunt squirt. And even if I didn't squirt, I always came. I

was

a butt slut. I couldn't get enough of my father slamming my teenage ass.)

Daddy finished deep in my bottom as a young couple walked by on the street pushing a stroller. They didn't see us, but I'm pretty sure their nearness is what made him bust. Well, that and the incredible snugness of my little pink butthole.

I heard him zip up. "Go inside and clean up," he said. "I'm taking you for ice cream in half an hour. I have something to discuss with you. The last phase of your slut punishment. I've decided what it will be."

*****

Forty-five minutes later I was driving us to the ice cream shop with my hot daughter face-down in my lap. She was deepthroating me, a skill I knew she'd learned from sucking off strangers at the gloryhole. She was drooling and sputtering all over my cock, moaning as she sucked and slobbered.

She was a good little cocksucker and she knew it. I felt my nut coming on and let it happen, blasting my hot load against the back of her slutty throat. She swallowed my jizz and zipped up my pants just as I pulled into a parking spot.

My daughter was still licking her lips as she placed her order. A dish of vanilla, of course. Because she was a naughty little kitten who loved to lick and lap at her bowl of cream.

When we were finally situated in a booth, I brought up the subject du jour — the final piece of her punishment. I was punishing her for sucking dicks at the gloryhole in the back of the adult bookstore. I'd caught her red-handed one day when I'd stuck my cock through the hole and she'd been on the other side. I'd recognized her voice as she cooed and murmured and serviced me. But instead of telling her I knew her identity, I'd convinced her to press her ass against the hole so I could fuck it, too. When she'd realized it was me, she'd only yelped and slammed her ass harder against the wall so she could take me deeper. Such a Daddy's girl.

"You know you are a naughty little slut who needs to be punished, right?" I asked. "I am just doing my duty as your father by punishing you. It's not my fault you're a little fuckslut with tits the size of watermelons and an ass like a juicy peach. I am trying to teach you, sweetheart, that bad little girls get fucked when they're naughty. Fucked in the mouth, fucked between the tits, fucked in the cunt, fucked up the ass. It's just the way of the world. And you were very, very naughty at that gloryhole. How many cocks do you think you sucked there?"

She looked timid and took a bite of her ice cream. "I...I don't know. Maybe 200? I went almost every day during the summer and sucked at least five a day. It's like I got addicted to it. The bigger the cock, the further it went down my throat, and the more I liked it. It was like a drug to me."

Despite the anal session on the car hood and the suckjob on the way over, my cock hardened as she spoke.

I might have to take her into the men's room

, I thought. "Do you miss it?" I asked.

"Well...yes," she said. "I mean, you've been keeping my holes filled pretty much twenty-four-seven. But I do miss the variety. And the anonymous aspect of it. I loved eating all the different cum. And I miss the big black ones. They were the tastiest and gave me the most yummy sperm."

I'd expected as much, and even though I was jealous, I was glad to hear that she was craving anonymous dick. "Good," I said, grinning. "Because for the final phase of your punishment, you're going to get more cocks than you can possibly handle."

*****

I stared at Daddy as he went on to explain himself.

"This Friday, I'm taking you out. You're going to dress as slutty as possible — I will pick out your clothes — and we're hitting up the seediest bar I can find. A trucker bar off the interstate. We'll go in at separate times. You shouldn't have any trouble with getting carded. Not with those giant titties.

"You'll pretend like you don't know me and you'll allow the men in the bar to send you drinks and check you out. You will meet their leers with a smile. You will lick your lips and flirt with them.

"My hope is that someone will slip you something. But if they don't, I will. I want you nice and roofied for what's going to happen to you in the men's room..."

I gulped. The men's room? A wave of fear washed over me as my panties filled with fresh cream.

"Once you're nice and fucked up," he continued, "I'm going to approach you as if I'm a stranger and invite you into the men's room. The guys in the bar will think you're just some slut who gives it up to strangers, or they'll think you're a prostitute, and hopefully they'll take my cue and come back for a turn.

"Basically, sweetheart, I'm setting it up for you to get gangraped."

*****

On Friday night, on the way to the bar, I made my young daughter suck me off. I needed to nut before this evening got underway, because it was going to be one for the books. I wondered if she was scared. I hoped she was terrified. I'd made her wear lots of mascara in hopes that it would run down her face as she cried and got used. The mere thought of it made me climax.

After I busted down her throat, I glanced over at my daughter. She was stunning. She looked like a total slut, too. She wore a black and blue bustier top, a short black skirt, a pair of thigh-high black stockings, and four-inch blue stilettos. She had a slender little waist and long, shapely legs. Her tits jutted a full foot away from her body and her nipples were barely covered. The amount of flesh she was displaying could've gotten her arrested. I gazed at her melons proudly. They were huge and pointed straight forward, ready to cause an army of erections. I wondered how many depraved men would suck on those perfect pink nipples tonight.

Eventually, I pulled into a trashy-looking bar next to a truck stop a few miles from home. I couldn't have imagined a more disgusting-looking place, and I doubted there were other women inside. I parked the car, reached over for a quick grope of my daughter's huge tits, told her to wait five minutes, and went inside.

*****

Every single person in the bar gaped at me when I walked in. All I saw were men, none of whom appeared to be with each other, all of whom looked like mean old rapists. And they raped me with their eyes. Most seemed to stop on my big, nearly-naked breasts. The low rumble of their approval filled the room, but I pretended not to hear.

I spotted Daddy at a table in the corner and made sure not to register my recognition. He was also raking his eyes over my body, no doubt thinking about what he was going to do with my overdeveloped body later. For a man in his mid-fifties, he was insatiable.

I took a seat at the bar, my breasts sticking out far enough to jostle the tray of peanuts on the counter. If I were two inches shorter, they would've spread out on the counter like two overfilled jumbo water balloons. As it was, they jutted forth proudly, nipples barely covered by the slutty corset Daddy had picked out. Every eye in the entire bar was on my chest.

The bartender asked my rack what I wanted to drink, and I ordered a Long Island iced tea. One of my instructions from Daddy was to get very drunk. So I began to do just that, shivering in anticipation of what was to come. Or should I say cum?

I sat at the bar with the roomful of men making lewd comments and ogling me lecherously for two hours, getting drunker than I'd ever been in my life. Six men — at least six that I remember — sent me Long Island iced teas, and I drank them all like I'd been told to do. Their commentary grew bolder:

"Look at sugar tits over there."

"She looks like a fucking whore."

"Her tits look like goddamn basketballs!"

"I have to go have a wank in the restroom. Maybe I should take her with me."

"I wonder how much she charges."

"She can't charge anything if you knock her out."

I could hear them but pretended not to. I just sat, smiling and drinking. Waiting.

*****

My huge-titty daughter looks drunk as hell,

I thought, watching the bartender slip something into her drink when she wasn't looking. Good. He knew what this crowd wanted. It was time to kick off the plan.

I strolled over and sidled up next to her. Smiling, I leaned into whisper in her ear and extended my hand, kissing hers when she accepted it. To the casual observer, it looked like we'd just met. We sat and whispered for a few moments, her giggling loudly, me staring down into the deep valley between her breasts.

Finally, I put my arm around her, leaned in, and whispered, "It's time." My daughter stood and, taking my hand, followed me through the bar and into the men's room. Her tits bounced and wobbled. The men stared.

The restroom was empty. Two stalls, two urinals, one sink, one trash can. Dirty, bleak floor. The perfect place for my busty slut of a daughter to get gangraped by a bunch of crude truckers.

Once inside, I immediately pulled her corset down and watched her huge, soft titties spring forward. I kneaded them for a few moments, then tweaked her beautiful nipples and pushed her roughly to her knees. Then, like a good girl, she deftly freed my erection from my pants, spit all over it, and swallowed it whole. What a fucking whore.

We weren't even in a stall; we were just in the middle of the restroom. I watched fondly in the mirror as my drunken daughter gobbled my big cock sloppily, taking it all the way down to her gullet, then pulling back to take a breath and lick the head, then cramming it back down. I could see her big naked breasts swaying as she sucked my rod. I put both hands on the back of her head and took control of her pace, pulling her hair and making her take me even deeper down her throat.

*****

Daddy was force-fucking my face when the first man walked in. "Goddamn," he said. "Sorry." But he didn't leave. "Sheesh, look at them melons. How much she charge?"

Daddy didn't miss a beat. "Just cum, apparently. She's not a hooker, she just wants to get fucked tonight. The little slut. You want a turn?" He kept facefucking me rudely, picking up the pace as he called me a slut, his balls slapping unceremoniously against my chin.

I looked up at the man with my mouth full of cock. I winked and reached out to massage his growing cock through his pants. His eyes widened and he began unbuckling his belt. "You don't mind sharing?"

*****

I fucked my slut's face until I came down her throat. She barely had time to swallow it before the other man stuffed her mouth with his own cock.

I left her there on the floor of that men's room with her mouth full of a stranger's dick.

On my way out, I made sure to stop at the bar. "That big titty bitch from before?" I said loudly to the bartender. "She's giving out free fucks in the men's room. I just got my knob sucked good. Now some other guy's using her. Just FYI. Enjoy."

That should do it

, I thought, leaving the bar.

My little slut's gonna get gang-raped in that men's room, then she's gonna have to walk home. That'll teach her to be a gloryhole whore.

*****

Twenty minutes later I was bent over the trash can in a drunk, doped-up haze, getting my ass eaten by a grimy-looking, bearded trucker. He was slurping on my anus like he was starving to death, his saliva running down my legs.

I'd already sucked three cocks to completion, including the first man who'd come in, but right now my head was in a trash can. As the trucker sucked my asshole hungrily, I looked up and swiveled my head as best I could in my sedated state. I counted six other men standing around. Daddy was gone. The men all had their cocks out and were stroking off, presumably waiting their turn, presumably deciding how they were going to use me.

I was terrified and titillated at the same time. But more terrified. I knew anal was on these mens' minds (it always is), and I wondered how many ass-hammering cocks it would take for Daddy to teach me my lesson. And where was Daddy? Had he really left me here? I started to cry softly.

"Stop," I whispered.

With a laugh, my ass-eater pulled me by the hair and yanked me backwards. He caught me, then pushed me roughly down onto the floor, face down. My skirt was around my waist and my panties and corset were gone, but I still had my stockings and heels on. I felt my massive breasts spreading underneath me on the cold, gritty floor. I could only imagine what my round, nude bubble butt looked like to these men as I lay prone on the floor.

I heard more men come into the room. More belts being unbuckled, more zippers lowering. Word was getting around, it seemed.

I felt a shape hulking above me. It was my ass-eater. "No," I said pleadingly, still crying. The man laughed again, and this time the other men laughed, too. "Yes," he snarled into my ear. "No means yes for teasey little whores like you." For some reason this made my nipples harden beneath me.

My ass-eater spread my legs and drooled a generous amount of saliva down onto my anus, then lowered himself into a push-up position over my body. He rubbed his swollen cockhead against my tiny, puckered butthole, and I couldn't deny the pleasure it gave me. Then, without warning, he slammed his dick all the way up my ass.

Like Daddy, this was a man who knew how to properly fuck an ass. He pumped his shaft in and out of my reluctant bottom, grunting with the effort, making sure every thrust got him deeper and deeper into my rectum. I felt like I could feel his cock coming out my throat, he was so far up my ass. I was yelping and squealing underneath him, but he just fucked me harder.

Remembering the day Daddy buttfucked me through the gloryhole, I relaxed my anus and succumbed to my fate. I realized I'd brought this on myself, first by getting caught by Daddy at the gloryhole, then by flaunting my huge titties and creamy round bottom in this bar like a wanton little whore.

I may as well accept this

, I thought. I knew I deserved a thorough assraping for being such a slut, for teasing these men with my assets so brazenly. For doing what I'd done for months at the gloryhole. I was going to get my tight little bottom gangraped by a bunch of nasty old truckers, and it was my own damn fault.

I laid face-down and subjected my little ass to their relentless punishments. It felts as though hours passed. One after one, men climbed on and buttfucked me from behind, keeping me pinned down with my face pressed into the cold, disgusting floor. They took turns mounting me and hammering their hard-ons up my asshole as I cried and squirmed. They filled my young bottom and covered my ass and lower back with countless loads of hot sperm. Not one of them used a condom, I don't think, which made me feel like a worthless slut. A feeling I was starting to enjoy a great deal.

I lost count of how many cocks I took up the butt before someone finally flipped me over. Before I could even catch my breath, a big black man straddled my chest, spitting down on my giant mounds and sliding his big cock between them. As he began to fuck my tits, I felt a different mouth latch on to my sopping wet cunt. I squirmed as I got simultaneously titty-fucked and eaten out.

I was too drunk to count, but it looked like there were more than 20 men in the room, watching me get fucked, jerking off. Waiting for their turn to use me.

God, was I going to cum? How many men are there to service? Are some of them coming back for seconds?

I was too drunk and drugged up to answer my own questions, so I concentrated on the mouth slurping at my sopping wet cunt and the big cock nestled between my breasts.

I got passed around and used for hours, taking cocks of all sizes and colors in all my holes, taking load after load of cum down my throat, up my ass, on my tits. They fucked me in every imaginable position. They made me service them four and five at a time. They fucked and jerked off on my tits. They bent me over the sink or shoved my face in the trash can and doggy-fucked me. They facefucked me up against the urinal wall, making me gag and choke. They forced me over the toilet, my face nearly touching the water, and buttfucked me relentlessly (this became a crowd favorite). They called me terrible names and spat on me and slapped my face and tits.

I didn't announce it, because I was terrified, but I came at least seven times (that I remember), mostly from the ass poundings. I was actually enjoying it — being used like a gutter slut — even though I cried the whole time. I was only still crying because they seemed to relish my tears.

Men kept leaving to go tell more men in the bar to come get some. There was a never-ending stream of cock. I started to think I'd died and gone to heaven.