But not just yet.

They went even further down the rabbit hole, and Vixxen’s dad Michael became ever more verbally abusive to her. His weight had grown, he was now over 300 pounds. But he still insulted her weight whenever they were together. He began slapping Vixxen's ass when he was fucking her doggy style and slapping it hard. And now during sex he would occasionally put his hands around her throat, he didn’t **** here, but it did frighten her.

She didn't know where she had let him down, but the warmness had gone, replaced by what was starting to feel like contempt.

If she talked back to him, she got slapped now. Not hard enough to hurt her, but he refused to put up with any backtalk.

“Shut your mouth, whore,” he would say when she talked back to him on any subject. “Why don’t you just open that mouth when someone is going to cum in it.”

Some of the men paying to fuck her became the only source of warmth that she enjoyed, as they tended to be nicer to her than her father was at this point.

Her dad began trying harder and harder to get her to fuck her in the ass, trying ****, and ecstasy again, but with no success. It became a sort of obsession to him to fuck her beautiful round ass. But the more he obsessed over it, the worse he treated her, and the worse he treated her, the less inclined she was to ever let him.

One night he brought a man for her to fuck, and she recognized the man. It was the preacher at the church that they used to attend. Her dad was no longer a deacon there, but this man was still the preacher. She dreamed, for a second, that this man had come to pray for her or for some mission of mercy, but that was not the case. The preacher was a much older black man, probably in his late seventies, and she saw him hand over some money to her stepdad and head to her bedroom. He was there to fuck her, all male visitors always seemed to be lately.

He was not an attractive man and did not have a big or good looking dick. He was, however quite hard, and the preacher from her church used her body in every way he wanted. She sucked his dick; he fondled and sucked on her teenage body and then he fucked her doggy style. He was just as amazed as Michael was the first time he had seen her ass doggy style, it really was an amazing sight to behold. The old preacher had sex with her, but not roughly, as he was on the frail side. When she felt his cum in her pussy, she realized the old man had not worn a condom. He put his softening dick in her mouth when he was finished, making her clean him up.

Vixxen had seen just about enough of these men. Michael was now sending men to her that she knew. Some of the men were teachers from high school, and one was a guy from class, a fat loser she had never liked. But the fat loser got to fuck her anyway, talking shit to her as she serviced him.

While Vixxen sucked his cock, “I have wanted to see those big lips on my cock for years, fuck it is like you are trying to suck my soul out of my body!”

While he fucked her he called her a whore, a teasing slut and worse, handling her body roughly while he venally abused her.

The fat loser had jerked off to her for years, but she had never given him the time of day. Now she would get hers.

He pounded her doggy style and came on her face, aiming for her eyes as much as anything. He wanted for her to share his shame, be embarrassed as he was every day.

The guy laughed as he dressed and leaving her room, called out, "See you next time Vixxen, you fucking whore.”

“Your dad is a lucky man,” he continued in a nasal tone. “Just wait till my friends hear that you let your own dad fuck you. I bet they start saving their money to pound that big ass.”

Some insults hurt more than others, and Vixxen did not like the idea of the whole town knowing that she fucked her biological father, or that she was a whore.

Other guys from school followed, some were even boys she had been friends with, who took advantage of what her father was doing to get a chance to fuck her.

Some were teenagers around the neighborhood who had lusted after her, and had saved enough to pay to fuck her beautiful body. Barely old enough to have sex, like she was, but old enough for her dad to take money for the act.

She could no longer go to church, the preacher had fucked her. She could never go back to school, numerous students had fucked her, as had numerous male teachers.

And now people on the street she lived on were paying her dad to fuck her, there was nowhere left for her there.

Vixxen had dropped out of school, and not recently. When her athletics coach showed up, the coach for the cheerleading team and the volleyball team, Vixxen dared to hope she was there to get her back into school.

Then she saw her teacher pay her dad and head into his room, and she saw her dad motion for her to follow her. Women were paying to fuck her as well. And a woman who Vixxen thought might have protected her.

Her coach was shorter than was, but was quite fit, and was not very old, maybe in her mid twenties. She was a beautiful black woman, with a very good build. There had been rumors that she was a lesbian, and now Vixxen knew that she was.

Her coach insisted that her dad leave the room and shut the door, and stripped down, showing a beautiful body. Her coach spent most of her time enjoying Vixxen’s body, using her mouth and fingers to please Vixxen, but that didn’t last.

Vixxen had been with a girlfriend, once, playfully, but this was very different. This wasn’t playful experimentation, her coach expected a full on lesbian fuck. She expected Vixxen to eat pussy.

Her coach spread her legs and guided Vixxen down between her legs, and Vixxen ate her out. And it was lasting, it wasn’t over quickly.

Where Vixxen could suck a dick and get a man to orgasm and end things more quickly, her coach just wanted her to keep going. And she did, Vixxen stayed between her legs eating her out for a good thirty minutes.

When it was over Vixxen was exhausted, but satisfied. Her coach had also taken care of Vixxen’s needs as well. She hadn’t hurt Vixxen, and hadn’t insulted her, at least that was something.

But the customers didn’t stay like her coach, it was almost always a man or more than one man, and most of them treated her poorly.

Her father kept drinking more and more, and was more and more abusive. And the customers at kept getting more abusive.

When a kid down the street showed up again, a young man who was shorter than Vixxen and the skin and bones sort of thin showed up to fuck her, Vixxen had seen just about enough.

His cock was so small it was hard to suck, but she did and he came in her mouth quickly. When he fucked her she could barely feel that there was a cock inside of her, and he again came quickly. All of this for her father to not have to go to work.

She was getting tired of this life quickly.