Your helpful father

"You look like you're having fun, Pumpkin!" A familiar voice says, approaching you from the side. He spins you around to face him rather than walking around to your front, then continues to spin you around as he admires the degrading way his co workers left your body and chuckling to himself. He frowns slightly as he reads some of the more vulgar things they've written on you.

"I'm gonna have to have a talk with those guys about using such harsh language around my daughter..." Your father mumbles softly to himself.

He spins you around to face him again, then playfully tugs at the chain on you nipples like it isn't causing you excruciating pain. "Aren't you glad you came to work with me, sweetie? Practically every guy in the office has been telling me how they gave you a donation! You must have earned so much medicine today!"

You try to enunciate a complaint about your horrifying treatment through the ring gag, but all that comes out is sobbing nonsense and saliva so he ignores you. He begins showing you his smartphone, slowly scrolling through his social media in front of your face so you can see how many of his friends are posting pictures of your bound and graffiti covered body getting fucked from both ends. He seems completely oblivious to how intensely you don't care right now.

"This one was already shared a nearly thousand times already! You must be the most popular girl in the office!" He beams at you proudly while you continue to shout gibberish at him uselessly. "I need to take a picture to show your mother!"

You flail in frustration for a second before being quickly reminded how much pain that causes. Why can't he just show her one of the other fucking pictures?! He pulls a pen from his pocket and adds the finishing touch in the form of his own graffiti. He picks out a clean spot on your hip and begins to write.

"Worlds....... Greatest....... Daughter....." He says slowly as he draws each word in big letters so you know what he's writing on you. He then spends at least a minute rearranging the clothes pins on your back into a shape of a heart, humming softly to himself over your sobbing as he tries to make sure it actually looks something like a heart, readjusting it several times.

He backs up several feet, makes sure his graffiti is predominantly in frame, fumbles with the camera app for a while, then takes several shots with the flash on and the flash off to make sure he gets a good one. You swear you're gonna kill him for taking so long for something so stupid. He walks back over and spins you towards him again

"Good news!" Your father exclaims, sliding his stiff cock into the ring gag and down your throat as soon as you're facing him. "Looks like you're getting one last donation!"

You let out a gagging grunt of **** irritation around your father for delaying your release even more after taking so long already. He ignores you and gives a short pelvic thrust to push you back a few inches, letting the swing of the hook bring him out of your mouth slightly before gravity swings you back to faceplant his crotch with his cock buried to the hilt in your throat.

The impact of your nose to his pelvic bone doesn't hurt him much, but adds another to the growing list of agonies coursing through your body with each swinging thrust. He pushes you farther and farther away as he thrusts into you face more sharply, leading to a harder face smashing each time gravity forces him back down your gullet. He groans in delight as he begins having fun at your expense.

Soon, you're flying back several inches away from his cock entirely, hanging in the air for a second away from him, allowing you a glimpse at his big dripping cock pointed at you menacingly, before gravity forcefully jams it back into your mouth and down your throat for him with a slam. He gets more brazen about the distance of each swing, increasing the impact and risk considerably while being such a long slow swing that you worry he'll never get off at this rate. He's just having fun with you without a care.

Much like all fun and games, a particularly hard push changes your angle slightly for the return trip, causing him to miss the gag slightly, forcing his cock to slide up your cheek and poke you in the eye with the full strength of your swinging weight. You both cry out in pain and he cringes quietly for a minute before he can continue fucking your throat with much more gentle swings, more for his benefit than yours. You blink your throbbing eye a few times, happy you can still see and hoping your father didn't just give you a black eye with his penis.

The more rapid pace has quicker results, leading your father to finally approach orgasm. He gives you one last good swing before he begins shooting a massive load into your stomach with the next impact, then slightly bouncing your face on his pelvis as he lets gravity gently milk him with your throat.

"Fuck YEAH! Ugn.... You're such a good... ugh....good girl.... Drink it all..." He says as he finishes, the last drops slowly oozing down your esophagus as you finally stop swinging and come to a rest on his groin. He makes no effort to pull his softening member out of your mouth as he loses strength from the power of his orgasm. He adds further insult to injury by leaning a considerable amount of weight to your head to steady himself while he recovers, making the hook hurt more than ever. You have no way to complain more than the gurgling whine you've been doing the whole time, so you just have to endure it.

"That was really great, sweetie!" He exclaims, then suddenly remembers he wasn't supposed to enjoy any of that as his orgasm guilt quickly begins to hit him. "I mean, I think that was a big dose! I bet you'll really feel that one tomorrow!"

He backs up enough to stop leaning on you but leaves his limp cock laying on your tongue while he looks down at you, still suspended in the air from a hook like a piece of meat.

"What should we do now?" He asks, as if you could possibly answer.

You hope it involves getting you the fuck down already.