Daddy turned me in to a whore

My Daddy began abusing me when I was 14 and accidentally saw him masturbating, he got angry and made me do things to him.

I was 14 when my Daddy started sexually abusing me.

I have lived with my Daddy all my life, my Mom had left him as soon as I was born because she loved her drugs and sleeping with dealers more than she wanted him or me.

My Daddy was a drunk, not just because my Mom left him, but he always a drunk, we were poor and lived in a house that was, for lack of a better definition, a total shit hole, no carpets, mouldy furniture, damp all up the walls, empty beer bottles and cans thrown all over the floor and piled up in corners, old sheets nailed to window frames as curtains.

Daddy always hated me, he blamed me for Mom leaving, and I lived a shitty life, always having to wear second hand clothes that were torn and hardly ever washed, apart from when I went to school, my uniform would always be clean and tidy because Dad didn’t want anyone to know how I was treated at home, to the outside world I was a normal happy girl, but back home, I was a waste of space and just someone to fetch him beers and mostly I was locked away in my room with nothing to do but stare at the damp walls and wish someone would take me away.

One night I came out of my room to go to the toilet at around midnight, and I heard my Daddy grunting in the living room so I peered my head around the door to see what he was doing, the TV was on and he was watching pornography, and he had his jeans around his ankles and he was jerking himself off.

It took me by surprise because I hadn’t seen anything like that before and I let out a gasp in fear of it, but Dad heard me and looked right at me, he saw me standing at the door and looking in, I froze in fear thinking he was going to beat me again, yes he beat me a lot too.

He stared at me for a minute then took a sip of his beer, “Come on in here, Sarah.” He said.

So I pushed open the door and stepped inside, I always did as he asked because I was afraid of what he would do if I didn’t obey him.

He crushed his now empty beer can in his hand and tossed it on to the floor with the others, then he picked up another and opened it, he then pointed to the floor in front of him, “Get your ass over here. Right here.” He said, so I walked over, all the time trying to ignore the fact that his erect cock was still visible and sticking up from between his legs.

“Did you enjoy watching me jerking off?” he asked.

I didn’t really know what jerking off actually meant, “No Daddy.” I replied, with my head lowered looking at the floor, standing in front of him in my dirty nightshirt, hands clasped together in front of me, trying not to show that I was scared.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He said.

So I looked up, and I couldn’t help but look at his cock but only for a second as my eyes lifted.

“Did you just look at my cock?” he asked.

“No Daddy.” I replied, shaking my head.

“Yes you did, I saw you.” He said, “You want to look at it don’t you?” he asked.

“No Daddy.” I replied.

“Yes you do. Look at it. Go on.” He said.

“No thank you, Daddy.” I replied.

He lifted his foot and kicked me in the shin, “Fucking look at it!” he shouted at me.

“Ouch.” I whimpered from the pain, then I looked at his cock, it was big, thick, dirty, and twitching between his legs.

“Touch it.” He said.

I didn’t want to touch it, it looked horrible and it was wrong to touch it, but then he raised his arm with a clenched fist and I knew he was going to punch me, so I quickly reached out and touched it, then pulled my arm back.

He laughed, “What the fuck was that…” he asked, then he gripped his cock in his hand, “Hold it properly – like this.” He said.

“Daddy, I don’t want too.” I replied.

“Don’t want too?” he said, then he got angry and he kicked me in the shin again, harder this time, causing me to fall to my knees, “Argh-Ouch!” I screamed.

“You’ll do as I fucking tell you, you little bitch – grab my fucking cock!” he yelled.

With my shins and knees in pain from falling on to the bare concrete floor, I reached out with a shaking arm and gripped his cock, curling my fingers around his shaft, his cock was warm and hard, and he made me stroke it up and down while I looked at the floor and wept.

I felt him put his hand on the top of my hair and rub my hair, “That’s it – slow strokes.” He said.

I felt disgusting doing it and I begged him to let me leave, “Let me go back to my room, Daddy, please.”

“No. – this is good whore practice for you.” He replied, then he asked me to do something really gross, “In fact, lets test out that disobedient mouth of yours - suck my cock.”

I looked up sharply and shook my head, “No Daddy – No. I’ll stroke it, I’ll keep doing this – this is nice.” I said.

He got an angry expression on his face, “Suck it!” he growled at me.

“I don’t want too.” I replied.

He grabbed a clump of my hair on the top of my hair and really pulled on it hard, hurting me, “I said suck it – You fucking little bitch – do as you’re told!” he shouted, yanking on my hair and pulling my head back.

“Argh – Stop – Argh – Argh!” I cried.

Then he pushed my head down towards his cock, “Open your fucking mouth – OPEN IT!!” he yelled.

I didn’t want to do it but he was hurting me real bad, so I opened my mouth and he forced my head down and pushed his cock inside my mouth and forced me to suck it, still gripping my hair and pulling my head up and down, “Enjoy the taste of my cock, whore.” He laughed at me, “Suck it.”

After a minute he let go off my hair and forced me to keep going, I had my lips around his girth, sliding my mouth up and down his hard shaft that tasted like manky piss, and I could feel his cock sliding over my tongue and tapping against the sides of my mouth and a little at the back of my throat, I felt like I wanted to vomit but I held it back and just kept sucking while crying and hoping it would stop soon.

“You don’t sound like you’re enjoying that – suck it like you like it.” He said.

So I made pleasing sounds, “U – Mm – Mmm” as I slurped on his cock.

Then a few minutes after that he started to gasp and grunt and he was thrusting up in to my mouth, “Keep going – almost there – ooah….” He gasped, then he quickly put his hand on the top of my head and pushed down hard, holding my head in place as his cock went right to the back of my throat, and he let out a loud groan, “Ug-Ooooaaaggggh – Oooaaagh – Ug – Oooaaaagh.” And I felt his warm sperm impact against the walls of my throat and slide down, I hit him on his legs trying to get him to let my head go, but he kept it held there, and I couldn’t breathe and I was gagging, “O-O-O-Ooaagh!”

When he finally let my head go I instantly popped my mouth off his cock and fell backwards away from him and coughed for a long time, sperm bubbles were popping in my throat as I tried to catch my breath, and Daddy just laughed at me, chugged down his can of beer, crumpled the can up in his hand and then threw it at me, hitting my chest.

I sat on the floor crying, “Can I please go to my room now, Daddy?” I asked.

He stood up and walked over to me, then he grabbed my hair again and pulled my head back to look up at him, “I’m not done with you yet, whore. You just wait right there.” He said, then he let go and went to the bathroom, I think to pee.

He came back a few minutes later, adjusting his pants and smiling at me, he squatted down beside me and stroked my hair, “You still want to go to your room, Princess?” he said, unusually kindly.

I nodded, “Yes please, Daddy.” I replied.

“Alright…” he said, patting me on the head, “…Alright..” then he grabbed my lower arm and yanked me to my feet, “…Lets go to your room then.” He said, turning aggressive again, and he dragged me to my bedroom and then pushed me on to my bed as he back-kicked my door closed.

“Daddy, what are you doing?” I asked, as he started undressing.

“Time to find out how good of a whore you are.” He said, taking off his shirt and pants.

After he stripped naked he walked towards my bed stroking his cock to make it hard, I knew exactly what he was going to do and I also knew I wouldn’t be able to stop him, but I begged anyway while crying my eyes out, “Daddy don’t – Please don’t do this to me, Daddy – Pllllleeeeeaaasssee.”

He got on my bed and I crawled backwards across my bed to try move away from him, he grabbed my ankles and yanked them to slide me back down the bed, I fell on to my back then he tore off my nightshirt, literally torn it to pieces and he did the same with my panties like they were made of tissue paper.

Then he pinned me down by my arms and hovered over me, pushing himself down as he forced me to spread my legs open and I was trembling as he rubbed himself against me, I could feel his hard cock pressing against my skin as he moved around on top of me, then I felt his cock slide down the slit of my soft pussy, “Uh – Daddy don’t.” I sobbed.

He grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks in so hard I made a fish-mouth with my lips, “Whore’s don’t tell me what to do.” He yelled in my face, then he lowered his head down and looked at my naked body beneath him.

I felt him push the tip of his cock against my hymen and I held my breath in pain, clenching my body, and then he pushed real hard and I felt it go inside of me, “Arrrggggh!” his cock stretched my pussy open and went deep inside of me.

He laughed in my face, “Well, looks like we’ve finally found a use for you.” He said.

I don’t know where I could the courage from, but I suddenly found myself spitting in his face and swearing at him, “You bastard. Fuck you!” I cried out loudly.

Then he put his hand around my throat while he fucked my pussy, “I’ll fuck YOU!” he shouted, and I was choking and almost blacking out from his grip around my neck, and I felt his hard cock pounding the inside of my pussy, he was fucking me so hard my butt lifted off the bed.

I went dizzy and blurry for the next few minutes until he ejaculate inside of me, telling me what a filthy whore I was, just like my mother, I felt my pussy fill with his sperm, “Ooaaagh – Take that you little fucking whore.” He gasped in my face.

Finally he let go of my neck and I could breathe again.

He pulled out of me and sat up on the bed, then he laughed and pointing at my pussy, waving his finger, “That’s a good pussy. It’s going to make me a lot of money.” He said, then he got up, picked up his clothes and opened my door, “You don’t leave this room again without my permission.” He ordered, then he left and slammed the door shut behind him.

The next day he put a lock on the outside of my door and locked me in my room all day.

I heard him go out and then come back late at night, but there were other voices, other men with him, I could hear their voices but not hear clearly what they were saying, then he unlocked my door and he and a strange man came in to my room, “This is the whore I was telling you about.” He said to the man.

The strange man looked at me sat on my bed, “She’ll do as she’s told?” he asked my Daddy.

“She will…” he replied, then he looked at me with his ‘obey me’ stare, “…she knows what will happen if she doesn’t.”

The man took money out of his pocket and gave it to my Daddy, “You’ve got one hour. Have fun.” He said to the man, then he left and locked the door behind him.

The strange man then took off his clothes and violently raped me on my bed…. Twice.

From that day forward that was my life, my dad pimped me out to any man that had money, and I was raped and fucked several times a day by strange men for years.

It happened so often and for so long that eventually I got used to it, and I gave in, submitting to it, and enjoying it, but it was like I was a different person, my soul had left my body and I was no longer me, I was just a whore now, a play thing for men to fuck.

My name is Sarah, and I am a whore.