I knew better than to take my Daddy’s car that day. My friend and I wanted to go shopping so bad, though. Daddy wouldn’t be home for hours and he would never know. So, I took his beautiful BMW out for a trip to the mall. All was going well until we were on our way home. Behind me I see flashing lights. Oh no, I couldn’t believe it. The officer approached the car asking if I realized I was going 65mph in a 35mph zone. “I did not realize I was going so fast”, I told him.. He took my drivers license and registration and went back to his patrol car. Daddy was going to kill me! The officer came back and asked was the owner of the car my father. I told him that it was and he advised me my Daddy was in big trouble with the law. He was going to impound Daddy’s car and take me to jail for being a Super Speeder. He told me he needed to know where my Daddy was hiding out so they could pick him up on his warrant. He said he had other plans for me first with my fine little ass. The next thing I know he had me in cuffs spread over the car hood. Other officers were pulling up and I was getting more frightened. I knew he wanted to fuck me. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I was not allowed to fuck anyone Daddy didn’t tell me to, but if I didn’t he and I would both go to jail.
The cop didn’t give me a chance to say no though, so it really didn’t matter. He and his fellow officers on the scene kept me in cuffs, stripped me down, and started to fuck me in any hole they could find available. The original cop rammed his cock down my throat all the way to the base, choking me, making me gag and cry, and taking my air supply. He would pull out a little and shove it back in hard. All the while, they were telling me they had heard stories of what a worthless whore I was and how Daddy gave me to all his friends and now it was their turn. I was placed on a bench with my arms cuffed around it. They took turns fucking my throat, my tits, my pussy, and my ass. They were hard and unrelenting. They slapped my face and my tits hard. I tasted blood. One even used his nightstick to hit me with and to fuck me, further humiliating me. They came all over my face and laughed at their artwork as their cum dripped down my face, into my eyes and hair. They used my poor body so badly, I thought it would break, and I would surely suffocate from lack of oxygen. Thankfully, they were done before that happened. Then they backed off and told me to have a good day! I guess I wasn’t going to jail after all! Maybe it wasn’t so bad being a bunch of pigs’ play toy for a few hours.
People ask me all the time how I became such a submissive whore. Easy. I was born into it. I was daddy’s fuck pig, house slave and punching bag from my earliest memories. I haven’t seen my dad in years, but his treatment of his baby girl is forever imbedded in my brain. I thought maybe daddy had changed now that he is a senior citizen living in an old folks home. I have no siblings. My mom is long gone. I guess I was just feeling a need to reconnect. Big mistake. I walked into my dad’s private room happy to see him again; optimistic that he had changed. I was ambushed by a gang of geriatrics who hadn’t fucked in decades. I guess daddy told them he had a slut daughter who was ripe for the taking. A group of old men used me as a punching bag then came in me and on me like a street walker. I screamed for help, but they shoved their cocks in my mouth to shut me up. Smelly dicks. Wrinkled. Balls shriveled up. I was surprised they had it in them. Daddy said a whore like me can raise the dead. I left the nursing home battered and bruised, filled with old spunk. I will forever be daddy’s whore.
