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John sat at his couch in the dark save for a single lamp light at his side, staring at the lifeless television screen in front of him through measured breaths while a restless finger tapped on his knee, the man quiet with the built-up anger one can only get through prolonged ruminations.
He heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs, followed by his wife’s soothing voice. “Dear, come to bed. She’s not a kid anymore, let her live her youth.”
The fifty-odd man remained silent save for his heavy breathing.
He heard a few more steps and then felt her hands on his shoulders. “I know you’re worried, but Kim’s a big girl with a good head on her shoulders, just let her be this time.”
John chuckled sarcastically. “Oh, she has, has she?” The man unlocked his phone and turned it to his wife with forced restraint, the feed from a social network account on the screen that showed their daughter partying with her friends, each picture more incriminating than the last. “…See this?” He asked, rugged finger dragging on the screen to make the page scroll, getting more agitated as he spoke. “It’s not even her account, or one of her friends’, but look – there she is, showing all over this son-of-a-bitch! And she’s showing a lot, Layla, she’s showing a whole damned lot!”
There was little that his wife could say as much as she wanted. Kimberly told them she was going out with friends for a little get-together, wearing the nice fit of a jacket, blouse, jeans and sneakers; on the screen, however, she was clearly in a full-blown house party, wearing clothes so revealing, calling them skimpy would quite the understatement! Her jacket, blouse and jeans were nowhere to be found; instead, the girl wore a tight white tank-top that had since turned transparent from all the liquid spilt on it, exposing her perked-up nipples to everyone there, and a pleated mini-skirt so short that half of her bare ass poked out at all times, making her every movement show off the side tie G-string panties that barely hid her modesty, flimsy knots begging to be undone… “Well, at least she was still wearing her sneakers…”, the woman thought.
Nevertheless, Layla tried to put out that fire, rubbing her husband’s chest as she pleaded. “Oh John, we were young too, we’ll give her a talk to in the morning.”
“Jesus Christ, she’s a day over twenty!” The man cut off, voice growing spiteful. “And look at this: serving shots on her belly? Oh, oh, here, look, her tits were still covered here, look what happened!”
“John-.”
“No, I’m serious, look!” The man insisted, pressing play on the clip that he swiped into view.
The footage was a bit wobbly as it would be expected, but there in frame knelt Kimberly, red-hot hair pulled into a ponytail, head next to (by the couple’s standards) another kid’s crotch, shaking her chest while the bastard pumped a beer can in his hands, telling her to beg for it.
“Give it to me! Give me a facial!” Their daughter shouted on camera.
He told her to beg harder.
“I need it all over me! Please daddy, on my face! On my face, daddy!” And she sounded sober, which might even make it worse on some level!
A moment later and the boy held the can in front of her face as if it was his dick, cracking it open. The thing practically exploded, blasting Kimberly in the face and chest to the sound of cheers from all over the room, a carbonated shower that was soon followed up on by people that decided to get in on the fun with their own cans, drenching the laughing girl who kept dancing without a care through her shower. When the blasting stopped, the initial boy helped their daughter up and kissed her on the lips, pecking down until he was slurping beer from her perky tits, at which point the video cut off.
“See? That’s what she’s doing!” John’s voice dropped a couple octaves from anger, turning almost into a snarl.
“I-…” Layla tried.
“No, there’s nothing you can say. I gave her till midnight, and I’m going to hold myself to it. I know she’s out there whoring herself out-“
“Don’t say that.”
“Damn it, Layla! She’s out there, doing God knows what with God knows who, probably without even thinking of protection and you-!..” John stopped himself, putting his phone to the side and taking a deep breath before continuing, slightly more in control of his temper. “Clock hits midnight, I’m out the door gunning for her. She can make live her life and make her mistakes like you said, like she wants, but she’ll have to face their consequences as well.” This girl was going to be the death of him; his little balding spot was probably all her.
“And how are you even going to find her? She could be-“
“Little dipshits have the party’s address on the page.” He sighed. Why couldn’t she be more like her brother? He had his wild streak around this age too, sure, but he was easy enough to bring around.
*BZZZZ kocaeli escort BZZZZ BZZZZZZZ*, the phone started vibrating. John picked it up.
00:00
He snarl-sighed and got up. “Guess that’s it. Go to bed, the drive’s gonna take a while.” The man instructed as he picked up his keys and wallet on the way his pickup truck, watched by an apprehensive wife who instead stood on the porch, letting out a sigh of her own. She wouldn’t even bother to try calling Kimberly, she had done that tonight at least 3 times already, and every time the call was declined all the same; the woman could only do so much.
She lingered a bit there, watching John backing out of the driveway and quickly disappear into the night, bright lights vanishing from his home’s sight after the first curve. She noticed he had setup his phone on the dash cradle, definitively not to open the GPS; no, he’d have it showing the app open on the account that kept posting updates. The woman sighed, pulling her phone from her robe pocket and called her daughter for one last try. Two rings and she was sent to voicemail.
Driving faster than he should, John took advantage of the almost non-existent traffic to cut corners whenever he could, his eyes constantly darting between the road and his phone as more and more photos of his daughter kept coming, showing her making out with girls, getting felt by three different sets of hands, and even with her hands inside the zippers of two boys. That one almost made John crash from the swerve it made him do.
And then there was the video. [ITS REALLY HAPPENING] the caption read, with the preview shot of some doors. John pressed it.
“EY YO, IT’S REALLY HAPPENING BRO, LOOK LOOK!” The slurring idiot repeated at least five times as he stumbled through a corridor into a room which had been emptied save for what looked like a double door shed, opening one of them to show pillows on the floor before panning towards the wall where a generous darkened hole had been cut and padded, one which given the height of its placement was meant to comfortably fit a whole male package through. “I TOLD YOU BRO- I GOT IT JUST LIKE THE ONES DOWN AT THE SHOP YO! JUST LIKE THE-“
John furrowed his eyes as he focused on the screen for a moment, taking a moment to actually register what he was seeing. What the hell was he looking at? Was that a glo-…
A familiar voice giggled from out of frame, gluing the man to the screen “Alright, fine, FIVE bucks a dick till the end of the night and if you want lower, you get your ass on the booth!” The camera turned to show Kimberly’s grinning face. “Just be careful that I don’t bite!” she joked, snapping her pearly whites for the camera and winking before closing the door after her, locking it. “COME ON YOU PUSSIES, WHERE MY COCKS AT!” she called from inside as the guys figured out who got to go first.
The man in the truck almost broke the steering wheel with a punch. After a quick swerve to get back in his lane instead of hitting a pole, that is.
Another video popped up less than minute later, nearly almost as soon as the previous one ended. This one showed his daughter’s first ‘client’ coming out of the room as people mocked him for his quickness.
“Yo, so soon bro!?” people laughed at the guy approaching the camera with a look of glee.
He leaned into the camera “Yo, she got lips like a vacuum, man. I’m telling you, she could milk an almond for real. You last 3 seconds in there bro, I dare you, Hahah…!”
A few minutes after, another video hit the feed, this time being shot from inside the booth, where the guy’s crotch squeezed against the wall while sucking and slurping sounds were heard, though immediately drowned out by the surprised gasps and moans of the young man, who suddenly started spasming, a yelp sounding from the other side.
“JACKASS, you almost got me in the eye!” Kimberly’s voice complained from beyond the wall, followed by the loud *thwack* of a slap that left the cameraman reeling and the image blurred, at which point the video ended.
More videos and photos kept popping, but by then the girl’s father had already thrown his phone on the floor, each notification’s chime another barb that stabbed at his mind.
Tires screeched when John finally arrived, double parking in front of the house without a care before getting out and marching over to the front door, walking in uninvited.
The man stuck out from the crowd like a sore thumb: large, greying, angry, focused, not having a good time, the works; it also didn’t help that he was the only one there wearing shoes and a button-up shirt, but nobody seemed to care. In fact, it looked like these little idiots were toasting him, as if he was the owner of the place? Maybe it was the drinking, the smoking, the loud music and/or surprisingly poor lighting that kept them from realizing kocasinan escort his mood, but the man paid such things no mind; he had just one goal in mind and that goal, or rather its location, was quite literally (recently) plastered on the wall, in big letters and an arrow that pointed to the upstairs: “↖ GLORYHOLE“.
Eye twitching and temple veins pulsing, John shoved people out of the way as he moved in silence, going up the stairs with machine-like movements, his heart pounding.
Two guys crossed him on the corridor, talking among themselves.
“Dude, I think she sucked my soul from my balls, man.”
“For real man, that’s the G.O.A.T. back there, doesn’t even need breaks.”
“Not a break, man.”
“Yeah dude, not one, going at it non-stop.”
“The G.O.A.T.”
“THE G.O.A.T.!”
“Fucking idiots.” John whispered to himself, reaching the line of guys waiting to enter the room with the booths and walking past.
“Hey man, no cutting.” One cheery guy told him, pulling on his arm.
John stopped turned slightly to face him. “Fuck. Off.”
“Hey look, it’s first com-” a grizzly hand grabbed the kid by the collar before he could finish his sentence, pushing him against the wall with adrenaline-fueled strength.
Another guy stepped in, trying to diffuse the situation “Woah, woah, woah, no problem, you’re next, no problem, night’s still young.”
As if waiting for its queue, the door opened and a smirking guy came out making a show of adjusting his pants for the others, only to be shoved aside mid-brag by the out-of-place man who went inside, shutting and locking the door afterwards.
“Oldie’s mad eager, wife must not be putting out.” The guy recomposing himself said, causing the others to laugh.
Of course, John didn’t hear that; he wouldn’t even have cared if he did for all it mattered, his was mind completely filled with cursing and ideas as he looked at the two makeshift side-by-side booths in what should instead be a regular bedroom. Should he shout her out? Or go right ahead and put a fist through that flimsy-looking door?
“I heard you come in, you know? Hurry up, if you wanna see Heaven!” sang his daughter’s voice through from the closed booth.
The… That little… Whore…! John was about to pop a vessel. He took a step, and then another and another, hands balled into trembling fists, getting right in front of the door.
“Helloooooooo~?” Kimberly asked jokingly, tapping on the wooden wall. “Wanna get your dick wet or what, man?” She was clearly having fun, kneeling there, sucking dicks all night, a fact that sent the man through a loop.
The girl’s father had boiled over, raising a leg to kick the door in when he finally realized the impossible tightness on his crotch caused by the anger-induced erection he had definitely been sporting for a while.
John looked down and an idea crossed his mind, on which he immediately acted. Instead of going through with his first thought, the man got on his side of the booth, undoing his belt and zipper with shaky hands before pushing down his pants, which promptly fell to his knees, allowing him to comfortably shove his erect self through the hole. Baby girl wanted cock? Then she was damn well gonna have it!
All the while, Kimberly was drunk on excitement, hearing the steps going round the other side, and then the rustling of pants and… then~…
*THUMP!!!*
The wood shook from the impact as the guy on the other side seemingly rammed himself against the wall, presenting the girl with a beast of a tool. Kimberly dry swallowed from surprise, fixated on the throbbing cock that stared right back at her; it was big – ‘BIG‘ big, not just in length but girth as well! She couldn’t help to admire it for some reason.
Right from the top, the tip was ‘fat’, much so that the pointy bulb had its ‘turtle neck’ squeezed tightly around half the glans, either unwilling or unable to pull back in full, giving her the vibe of a caged animal angry and ready to pounce. Right after it was the thickest area, a bulging girth that made the whole thing quite top-heavy, possibly the reason for the slight but noticeable downwards bend of the shaft which then somewhat tapered towards the base, where it was at its still meaty thinnest. And the veins? Oh, the veins, it was like that prick was made for the lucky girl, a thick web permeating the whole shaft from top to bottom and all around, the most noticeable of them being a heavy S shape that started around the middle on the left and snaked upwards, pulsing rhythmically.
Then Kimberly finally noticed them — the balls right underneath the cock of her dreams, large and heavy, covered in a patch of trimmed fuzz that ran all the way to the area around the base of the shaft, its color mainly kolej escort a speckled mix of blacks, greys and seldom whites. The party girl bit her smiling lip. “A grown man’s dick~.” She said to herself, feeling a rush from the unexpected appearance. Like she had done countless times tonight, Kimberly pulled out her phone and posed next to the cock she was about to suck, taking a selfie. This one, she added to favorites.
John began wondering if his daughter had somehow realized what was happening from all the time she was delaying despite being so close he could feel the brushing of his girl’s breathing on his tip. Then he felt her soft fingers coiling around his shaft. “You whore…!”. The man snarled in his mind.
Kimberly smiled; this cock felt even better than it looked… She gripped loosely first, teasing the man on the other side of the wall with barely a squeeze as she glided her hand along his length, almost as if saying “Hello”. But that wouldn’t do for an introduction, not in the slightest; after all, he looked so tense, so dressed up, she should be a good host.
“Let’s get you comfortable, shall we?” The girl spoke sultrily to the dick in her hand, adding a bit of pressure and upwards tilt to get it at the perfect angle while she went in, naughty tongue sticking out. She moved slowly, carefully, savoring the suspense as much as she could until she reached her goal, touching it right on the tippy… meaty… top~, finally getting her first taste of premium-aged cock, already enough for her to instinctively know an addiction to it was merely a matter of time. She pushed and rubbed against it for a moment, indulging herself before adjusting slightly, steadily dragging the tip of her tongue against the topside of her mystery partner’s glans, forced to stop when she gently hit the stubborn hood.
Kimberly began nudging and prodding, moving her drooling tongue in sideways motions as she spread mouth-lube all over and around the bulging rim, soon enough finding herself back on her initial spot, where she began pushing with measured earnest. The girl kept pressing, softly pushing with twisting motions until she finally snuck the edge of her tip under the tight foreskin which, after all her care and love, now proved a bit more indulgent, allowing the girl to carefully wedge herself deeper and deeper, getting a good hold before going for the real push which slowly, satisfyingly, folded the skin back, making it retract in full to reveal a bumpy crown around the newly exposed ridge.
The man winced from his daughter’s various advances, sternly enduring her wet touches and teasing pressure until the little minx started pushing his hood back with such depraved skill its ensuing results were as emotionally disappointing as they were physically pleasurable, a conflict that forced John to cope with a long, near-silent exhale.
“Most guys would’ve creamed just from that.” Kimberly thought to herself as she moaned softly, not wanting to speak out of line and put a jinx on her fun. Instead, the girl licked her scarlet lips wet, pressing them together until such words vanished from her mind before finally allowing herself to plant a paused, deliberate kiss on the girthy tip, following it with another, and another, and another, moaning and tilting her head between every smooch to feel and discover the many different angles of her partner’s member, naughty eyes unconsciously darting up as both dare and invitation despite being met with the same blank wall every time, oblivious to the identity of the man she was worshiping. “Enjoying yourself?” She unnecessarily asked, adding a long lick between kisses.
John shook from the velvety feel bathing his sensitive tip, hands finding the booth’s makeshift supports to endure the pleasurable hell his girl was putting him through, a gasp almost escaping him when she gave him that long lick. Then he heard a spitting sound which left him confused from the lack of any other feeling to go with it, eyes widening at the surprise wet fondling of his balls as Kimberly began gently kneading them with her previously free hand.
“Mhmm… You like that, don’t you? My little hand massaging your big balls… My soft lips…” *smooch* “kissing your hard cock?” Kimberly wanted an answer from beyond the wall, she needed it, even… And not getting back anything at all made her all the giddier about toying with her guest; she’d get at least a word out of him, that much she knew.
Having covered that bulgy tip in soft lipstick marks, the girl finally moved past it, showing the man’s shaft all the same love as she did his head, trailing a path of assorted kisses along the long length with indulging detours to the sides which made his many inches measure even longer, while also giving the girl ample opportunity to enjoy the feeling of that thick, heavy cock resting on her face whenever she adored the underside of his piping, which she often did.
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