He has his way

He pulled you up, his grip like a vice as he spun you around. You stumbled, your feet tangling together as he pushed you forward. Your hands shot out, grasping for the back of the couch to steady yourself. He lifted your frilly skirt up, and your white panties to the side. The cool air hit your skin, making you shiver, as he exposed your bare pussy.

You gasped as you felt the tip of his dick pressing against your entrance. Your legs trembled from fear, fear of your dad having his way with you.

"Please," you whimpered, more out of desperation than consent. "I have cleaning to do"

But your words fell on deaf ears. He gripped your hips tightly, one hand on each side, holding you in place as he slowly pushed his dick inside you.

He cums quickly, just a few short thrusts and his small penis is spurting inside you. You feel his warm, slimy seed filling you up, coating your insides.

"Such a good maid," he says, panting.

He pulls out of you, and you feel his cum dripping down your legs. The sensation is revolting, but you try your best not to think about it. Your dad seems pleased though, stroking your hair and smiling at you.

"Can I get back to cleaning now?" You ask, your mind reeling at what had just happened.

Your father nods, seemingly satisfied with his quick release. He pulls up his pants and steps back, giving you space to stand.

"Alright, go ahead and get back to cleaning," he says, his tone casual as if nothing happened.

You quickly grab the cleaning supplies you had set aside earlier and return to tidying up the living room. Your movements are mechanical as you try to distract yourself from the unpleasant encounter. As you wipe down surfaces and fluff pillows, your mind races with conflicting emotions - disgust at what your father did, shame at your own participation, and confusion over your mother's apparent acceptance of this dynamic.

But what worried you the most, you were horny, and you needed some kind of release, that thought disgusted you even more.