The Fucking Slut

Fbailey story number 646


The Fucking Slut


I went out drinking as I usually do on a Friday night. You see Thursday is payday, my wife left me years ago, and my daughter is a fucking slut. I have no need to stay home to watch a string of horny teenagers come in and go up to her bedroom. I swear she is charging the bastards for sex too. That would make her a prostitute or a whore depending on how you look at it. One thing she isn’t is a high price call girl. In fact I think she is on her way to becoming a crack whore.

Yes, I have a very low opinion of my daughter. She is failing every subject in school, the police have brought her home a few times for shoplifting, and the Principle keeps threatening to expel her.

I told the police to arrest her and throw her into juvenile detention. I told the Principle to do whatever he needed to do.

Fuck…if she is like this at thirteen what to hell will she be like at eighteen?

As I walked out the door on my way to the neighborhood bar, two scruffy teenage boys passed me on the way in. I held out my hand and said, “Pay me.” Son of a bitch if they didn’t hand over two ten-dollar bills. I knew she was charging them.

I had a few drinks, talked with a couple of the guys, and even shot a few games of pool with Eddie.

Sammy came in, walked over to me, and said, “My son paid your daughter twenty dollars to fuck her ass last week. He said that he wasn’t the first one that night to butt fuck her either. Just thought that you should know. Oh yes, and one thing he said that he got five of his buddies to get twenty bucks from their fathers. All six of those little bastards are going to butt fuck your little girl tonight so if she sits funny tomorrow, you’ll know why.”

I damn near hit the bastard. The whole bar heard what he said to me and they were laughing at me…at me. That fucking slut!

I went home but I took my time about it.