Meanwhile, my body was practically vibrating with how excited I was getting. The fact I was too busy with him to touch myself made it frustrating but in a good way.
“There,” I heard him say. I was about to come up to ask him what was up when his hand grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and kept me in place.
I froze, not sure what was going on.
Then he started pushing and pulling my head in a steady rhythm. Now I was the onihole.
I tried to relax and let him guide the pace when a loud horn startled me. Suddenly, he was once again in my throat.
“There you go, sweetie, just like that,” he said, guiding his cock back and forth in short strokes, still in my throat.
I hung on, trying not to throw up. I could feel the tears streaming down my face by this point and knew my mascara was probably a slutty mess.
“Oh, look,” Dad said as he pulled me off his cock and I gasped for breath. He pulled me up until I could see out the window at a semi-truck next to us. A man in the passenger seat was glued to the window, smiling and nodding like crazy.
I was shocked! Honestly shocked that my dad would do this. Exposing me as a sloppy slut for this stranger to watch. It sent a thrilling shudder through me that I couldn’t really understand.
“Well, don’t stop; he wants more,” my dad said before plunging me back down on his cock again. He pushed into me and started to grind before pulling me back off to look at the truck guy. I knew I had thick strings of spit still hanging off my chin, and the truck guy was giving me a big thumbs up. This made my groin tingle in a whole new way.
Dad repeated this several times until the truck pulled away on a different exit than us.
“I can’t believe you did that!” I coughed, looking down at the mess that was in his lap. I could see pools of spit tinted with mascara everywhere.
“But I like showing off my little slut,” he said. “You are my little slut now, aren’t you?”
I was thinking about how I’d called him a slut last night and didn’t answer him right away as I pretended to think about it. As I’d hoped, he forced his cock back into my throat and proceeded to thrust roughly in and out, causing me to gag to the point I was trying to throw up. He pulled me off, not letting me recover from the heaves I was trying to control.
“Now, are you my slut?” He said as I felt the truck slowing down. “Best answer quick, this is our exit.”
“YES!” I gasped once I could talk again. At this point, I was pretty sure I’d discovered my next kink as I loved every second of this.
“Good, that’s good,” he said before assaulting me again.
I knew where we were. We were maybe two minutes from school. I had to finish this quickly, or someone might see me when we pulled up. Would he actually do that? Would he go THAT far? I mean, he already shared me with the truck guy, and I hadn’t thought he was capable of something like that.
Then all my attention was on his cock as he pistoned in and out of my mouth, only pausing occasionally for me to breathe while he ground himself in me.
I held on for dear life, doing everything I could not to barf. I’d already slipped two fingers into his ass in an attempt to hurry him up, but it didn’t seem to be working. It seemed he was enjoying both my attention and my frustration.
Just when I thought it was hopeless, his cum started splashing into my mouth. He hadn’t warned me, he hadn’t groaned, nothing. He let the first rope coat my mouth, then once again jammed himself down my throat.
Now, my eyes were watering so badly that it looked like I was actively crying. My hands clawed at him as I constantly gagged on him, and he seemed to enjoy it.
“That’s right, you little slut,” he growled low. “Maybe next time you’ll be nicer to your old man.” Without another word, he pulled me off his cock and smeared what was left on my lips. A moment later, he practically threw me into the passenger seat.
I was still gasping for breath, and my eyes went wide as I realized we were pulling into the school’s drop-off lane. I panicked as I glanced in the mirror and saw my face was a disaster. I mean, a gang-banged slut after 40 guys kind of a mess.
I yanked the towel out from under his ass, making him yelp and swerve. I scrubbed at my face in the passenger visor mirror, trying to make myself somewhat presentable. It was a waste of time as he pulled to a stop.
“Have a great day at school!” Dad said in a voice so sweet it could have given me a cavity.
I glared at him, then threw the towel at him as I reached for the handle. I’d just have to make it to a bathroom without anyone noticing. I held my bag up as I got out to try and cover some of my face. I gave Dad the finger as I slammed the door shut and made my escape.
Thankfully, I made it to the bathroom relatively unscathed. My guardian angel must have been sober today, as the bathroom was empty.
I started the water and gripped both sides of the sink as I looked in the mirror.
He’d worked me over. I honestly looked like someone had beat me up. My lips and eyes were puffy. Mascara was everywhere, and I still had a small glob of his cum on my upper lip.
It was looking at that glob that did it. My legs started trembling, and it felt like jolts of electricity were running up to my cock.
I quickly locked myself in a stall and pulled off my soaking pants and underwear. I furiously stroked my cock thinking about how my dad had used and abused me. Forcing me down, choking me, destroying my face and showing me off in public for the complete slut I was. Then I licked the last glob of his cum off my lip and started spraying my own cum everywhere.
I wasn’t ready and missed the bowl at first before I could adjust and finish more cleanly. My legs didn’t stop trembling, my heart racing as my cock emptied itself into the bowl. When it finally subsided, I looked down and found the largest load I’d had yet.
It seemed I enjoyed playing the part of a used slut. I wondered what that meant for me as a person. My phone chiming interrupted my thoughts.
It was Dad. Of course, it was.
“You good?” he asked. I sensed he was worried he’d gone too far and was checking on me. This made me chuckle.
I started to reply, then stopped. I arranged myself so the tip of my cock was in frame with the giant load I’d just dropped and snapped the picture. I sent it to him without words attached.
It took a moment before he replied.
“I’m glad. And to answer your question, no, never with Remmi. See you at home. Love you.”
I didn’t reply as I shook myself from the surreal moment and began the process of cleaning myself up again. All the while plotting how I was gonna get back at him.