Daddy’s girl – Daddy’s fuck toy

James was a carpenter and a damn good one. He had been the shop foreman in a custom door and cabinet factory for seventeen years. Then came the housing crash of 2008. He watched his seniority, benefits, and retirement all go down the drain along with the economy. He was still bitter about the factory closing and because of his resentment he had struggled to keep work in the years since.

He had only been able to find entry level odd jobs since the factories closing and he was dissatisfied with the jobs and people he worked with. James was used to working with real men who cared about their craft. He had gone from running the shop floor and making beautiful doors to taking orders from punk kids half his age. His resentment was hard to hide and it caused him to lose jobs because of his attitude. He had been fired from a grocery store, a couple of fast food jobs, and most recently as a pizza delivery man.

He lived in a modest ranch style house with his wife and his adult daughter. His wife, a nurse, worked the noon to midnight shift at the county hospital. She had become the bread winner since 2008, paying the mortgage and all the bills from her nurse’s salary. James was grateful that she had the means to keep them afloat but not having a decent paycheck of his own made him feel less of a man.

His relationship with wife was another subject that caused him grief. She had neglected herself over the years since the factory had closed. Her once nice figure and their active sex life had both gone away. She had put on too much weight for is taste, looking like the Michelin man with tits.

He still managed to fuck her every few weeks just because it was better than jerking off but there was no passion in it any more. She was like fucking three hundred pounds of biscuit dough. So when James felt the need he would just climb on, hump away, roll off, and go to sleep. It was a terrible situation for them both.

The few times he had encouraged her to take care of herself it only resulted in an argument. She would remind him of her long hours and she was the one paying the bills. Adding in how she was too tired to exercise at the end of her shift. It was a useless circular argument and he had given up trying to change her. Being reminded daily by her that he could not pay the bills only made things worse.

Of all the shit life had dumped on James the hardest blow was his daughters change toward him. She was thirteen when he had been fired from the factory. She had idolized her father during all those years. Her attitude toward him had changed though. Slowly in the beginning but now that she was twenty one she had no use for him at all.

Seeing him fired from job after job, coupled with the way her mother treated him had eroded her respect for him as father and a man. She had no time for him and spoke to him any way she pleased. Tabitha worked evenings as a waitress and bartender at a local club. She never lacked for male company and kept a steady stream of men picking her up and dropping her off at all hours of the night and day.

Tabitha or Tabi as her father called her when she was young, was a good looking young woman. She resembled her mother or at least how her mother used to look. Medium height, pale complexion with raven black hair, and bright blue eyes.

Tabitha was a full figured girl with healthy curves. Her bust size was a 34DD and her plump round ass filled her jeans to the point of stretching the seams. James was no fool. He knew his daughter was hot looking and he fully knew what was going on with all the male attention she received.

As much as it hurt him he knew his daughter was a slut. She was the town pump so to speak. A text or a phone call was all it took and within the hour she’d have her legs spread wide and her feet in the air for her boyfriend du jour. Tabitha liked to fuck and she didn’t care who knew it.

The town ladies whispered about her behind her back when they saw her. At the barbershop or hardware store James had endured not so subtle questions regarding Tabitha’s late night activities. None of this concerned Tabitha though as long as she was getting a steady dose of cock she was happy.

This day started like most others for James. He awoke with his wife at seven and made coffee and breakfast while she got ready for her shift at the hospital. After eating he would shower and shave when she was finished in the bathroom. She would leave for work by ten thirty and present James with a list of chores she wanted him to finish as she was walking out the door.

To James it was emasculating to do the cooking and cleaning and run the errands but this was his role each time he found himself between odd jobs. He poured himself another cup of coffee and began wiping down the counter tops and started a load of laundry. He was busy ticking of the items on his list when he heard his daughter shuffling down the bedroom hallway toward the kitchen.

Tabitha was still wearing her make-up from the night before. Her dark eye shadow and mascara smudged a bit from sleeping. She was wearing the white fitted shirt she wore to her waitress job, the black skirt that went with it was missing.

Her legs and the bottom of her ass hung out from the shirt as she made her way past James. Her shirt was open enough in the front to make it obvious she was not wearing a bra. James looked at her with disapproval over her choice to dress this way in front of him.

Tabitha often did things that irritated James on purpose. She wore skimpy clothes around him all the time, or did yoga in skin tight shorts in front of him. He was constantly telling her to put on more clothes or saying things like, “If you could just see how cheap you look dressed like that.”

Tabitha poured a cup of black coffee and set it on the counter so she could reach up into the cabinet shelf. With her arms stretched over her head, her shirt tail rose up to expose her bare ass. She was wearing no panties. James was standing behind her and now had full view of his daughter’s plump butt.

“Damn it, Tabi how many times have I told you to cover yourself in front of me!” he fumed.

“If you don’t like it then don’t look,” She quipped back at him and rolled her eyes.

James opened the fridge and took out a beer and opened the cap. He lifted the bottle to his mouth and took a long pull. He thought to himself it was going to be one of those days again where his daughter acted like a bitch.

Tabitha with her coffee in one hand and a bagel in the other slid past James and took a seat at the small table at the eat-in kitchen. She munched her breakfast and watched her father unload and load the dishwasher then begin to mop the floor.

“You’re a regular little Suzie Homemaker aren’t you,” she snickered at him.

“Boy, if your old friends could see you now”, she laughed, “one of them might ask you out for a date.”

“Tabitha keep your smart ass comments to yourself please. I don’t want to fuss with you today,” James said as he polished off the beer in his hand and reached for a second.

James started to drain the second beer when Tabitha finished her coffee and joined him in the kitchen area. Tabitha set her cup and dish on the counter not even attempting to put them into the dishwasher he had just emptied. She leaned back against the counter edge and watched her father finish his second beer and resume cleaning. She thought he looked like a total looser drinking and doing the chores her fat mother had dumped on him.

“I’m not working tonight so I have a new boyfriend picking me up at seven. It’d be nice if you weren’t shit face drunk when he gets here,” Tabitha said as she walked past him to return to her bedroom.

“What did you just say to me?” James stopped his cleaning. He was still facing away from his daughter. If he weren’t she could have seen James face was turning blood red with anger at how she had spoken to him.

“I told you to not be drunk when he gets here but maybe if you are you will pass out again’, Tabitha continued, “If you do I can just fuck him in my bedroom and save the hotel money.”

“So, on second thought, go ahead and drink up looser,” Tabitha said with her hand on her hip, staring at her father’s back.

James anger had reached beyond the boiling point and he spun around counterclockwise with his hand raised in the air. He slapped Tabi across the face and side of her head with a strong blow from his right hand. Tabi was completely caught off guard and had no time to duck or raise her arm to ward off the blow.

The shock of the impact knocked her off balance and she staggered in a semi-circle to her left and landed flat on her ass with a plop on the hard floor.