It had been three months since my father first fucked me and he was still "punishing" me daily.

I got brutally fucked all the time. Whenever he pleased. He made me give him blowjob in every place imaginable. He slapped me and spit in my face and called me a whore all the time. He would roughly grab my breasts and say " Raand jaisi shareer hain teri. Chudne ke liye hi baani hain tu" and fuck me even worse.

The worst punishments came in the form of anal sex. He had very little interest in my cunt unless he was punishing it. No, he had decided he belonged up my ass, and that the best way to teach me my lessons was to fuckk 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, he had me bent over the rack in the garage, and was using his fingers to slowly grease my ass with coconut oil. I had a salwar suit on , and the pants were pulled down just far enough to expose my ass. Daddy was going to fuck my ass with my legs together.

The garage door was open and, although we weren't immediately visible but if someone looked hard enough they'd see their middle-aged neighbor fucking his teenage daughter over. Baba 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.

He squeezed my oiled-up asscheeks together and fucked them for a while, then forced his nine-inch rod into my little bottom.

"Ahh marr gayi" 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.

"Please dheere ahhh" , I begged him.

He 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, he fucked me , slapping my ass occasionally, pushing my face into the cold steel, punctuating his thrusts with his hot dirty talk.

"You like my cock up your ass, you little slut? Bol na raand hain tu , baazaar ki raan saali"

"Sabse chudna pasand hain na tujhe? Bol na"

"Chod ke teri saari garmi nikal dunga raandi."

"You're such a fucking cum whore."

(I was to be as quiet as possible when Daddy took my ass, because I wasn't supposed to be enjoying it. Sometimes, his 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 slut. I couldn't get enough of my father slamming my teenage ass. Maybe I was a raandi.)

He finished deep in my bottom

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."

"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 big tits. 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.

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 going to the local bar. 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."