Your father to the rescue

"Oh, thank goodness you're alright, sweetie," your father says, relieved, getting out of the car to get you as Frank finishes oozing his load into your eye socket. The hobo helpfully drags your medicine between your lips with his cock while you give his member one last, loving cleaning before you go, lapping the remainder of your facial off the shaft. "You're that guy I see down the street, right? I appreciate you taking care of my little girl! You even gave her a donation! Let me give you something for your trouble..."

Your father pulls a few bucks from his wallet and gives them to the man for being so kind to you, and ends up giving out many more as the other hobos in the alley tell him they gave you a donation as well. Kevin is happy to be generous for the all the important medicine they gave his daughter, even though most of it got pissed away before he arrived. He's just happy you're safe, who knows what could have happened if they weren't there to watch over you.

"Weren't no trouble. You've got yourself one mighty fine cock cleaner there," Frank says, admiring how clean you left his sparkling member and showing it off to your father by laying it on your face. You beam with pride next to your work as your father glares back, too upset that you worried him to be happy for you.

"Glad she could be of service," your father says, picking you up off the dirty couch before you can begin soliciting donations again, already licking at them as he yanks you away. "If you ever have more medicine to give my daughter, don't hesitate to do so when you see her! Thanks again!"

"And as for you, young lady! Sneaking out of the house to drink piss all night in an alley?! When you're sleeping under our roof?!" He begins to shout, grabbing you by a handful of wet hair and practically tossing you into the passenger seat of the SUV. He's gets in on the driver's side and you're already laying your head in his lap the moment he sits down.

"Can I clean your cock, daddy?" You ask sweetly, giving him puppy dog eyes and hoping to get him to forget about the circumstances he just found you in, by doing the one thing you want to do more than anything anyway. His heart melts as a bit of his affection returns to quell his anger, even as his erection quickly grows, pulling it out for you since you're too piss drunk to work his zipper. You give him the most thorough scrubbing of all during the short distance from the hobo encampment to your house, working your tongue gently into every crevice of his ballsack.

"I know the world is a different place now, but you can't keep flunking all your classes at school and going out to get drunk all night! You're not even 21 yet, Sarah!" Your father begins to lecture as he pulls into the driveway, finally able to give you his full attention now that he's no longer driving, grabbing your head firmly by the hair and smashing your nose into his pelvis as he begins a punitive lecture. You try to act remorseful during the punishment, even though you're openly masturbating and wishing he would do it harder. "What do you have to say for yourself?!"

"I'm sorry, Daddy!" you yell as he pulls you off of his cock by the hair, forcing you to give an apology, since you're enjoying it too much to feel like a punishment, waiting for you to practically beg for it before slamming you back down and continuing.

"Your mother and I aren't going to be able to support you forever! You're already going to have to repeat another year in school, how long do you think you can keep that up?" your father rants, beginning to pick up the pace into your head while you try not to openly masturbate so you look appropriately remorseful, loving it as he brutalizes your face harder.

"I think we should get you a job," he says with finality, as though he has made up his mind, punctuating his decision by slamming you into his crotch one final time as he begins filling your throat with another copious donation. He bounces your head in his lap like a basketball as you happily gulp down daddy's seed while masturbating again, oblivious to him trying to decide your future for you.

He thinks about it while he finishes shooting his load into your stomach, milking the last out of his shaft with your esophagus as he decides, "How about you work at..."