Daddy Rents Out His Wife

These days, Daddy is always angry.

Not the kind of angry that yells right away. It's quieter than that, like a kettle left too long on the stove, hissing soft and sharp under the lid. He doesn't talk much anymore. He just stares at the wall like it owes him something, like if he glares hard enough, a job might appear on the other side.

He lost his job three weeks before my birthday.

At first, he tried to hide it. He still dressed in his work shirt every morning, buttoned up all the way, cologne sharp in the air. But I knew something was wrong. He never made it past the porch. Just sat there with a coffee gone cold, pretending to scroll on his phone.

The rent was due.

And then due again.

Now the landlord comes by almost every other day. He bangs on the door like he's trying to break in, shouting things like, "You've got five days left!" or "I want my money, not excuses." Daddy never opens the door anymore. He just stands behind it, breathing heavy, fists clenched like he's holding something in.

I stay in my room mostly.

I pretend I don't hear.

But the walls are thin.

But one day, the landlord demanded to be let in.

It was raining, not heavy, just enough to make the windows blur. I heard the knock, louder this time, like thunder in the hallway, and I froze. Daddy was standing by the window, his jaw tight, arms crossed like he was trying to hold himself together.

"Open the damn door, I know you're in there!" the landlord shouted. "I've been patient. I will come in today. I have the keys!"

I stood behind Daddy, clutching the back of his shirt. I could feel the way his muscles tensed, like he was deciding between a hundred bad options. He looked down at me just once, his eyes dark and tired, then walked to the door and turned the knob.

The landlord stepped in like he owned everything and the smell of cigar filled the room.

He was short, but thick through the shoulders and chest but walked tall, like his anger gave him a few extra inches. His coat was soaked, and he left wet footprints on our floor. He didn't wipe his shoes.

He smiled, a crooked, half-laugh kind of smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Well, well," he said, his gaze sweeping the room like a vulture before landing on me. "Finally decided to be reasonable."

I didn't like the way he looked at me. Like he owed everything that belonged to daddy. "You didn't tell me you had such a young perky wife." I suddenly became acutely aware that my nipples, perky, can be seen thrown my sheer nightgown. I felt embarrassed having another man lay eyes on my body. It belonged only to daddy.

Daddy didn't say a word.

But the anger was there, slow and thick, rising in his body like smoke that had nowhere to go.

His hands curled into loose fists at his sides, not clenched all the way, but tight enough that I noticed. His chest rose and fell with long, measured breaths, like he was counting in his head, trying to stay calm. His jaw shifted ever so slightly, grinding back and forth as if each word he wasn't saying was getting chewed up and swallowed.

He didn't look at the landlord. He didn't look at me.

He just stared at a spot on the wall like it might hold him together.

The landlord kept talking, his voice oily and smug, each word dipped in something unspoken. He kept looking at me between sentences, lingering a second too long, like he was trying to make a point without saying it outright.

I stepped a little closer to Daddy.

I could feel the heat coming off him, not like fire, but like something low and slow, like coals that had been burning all day.

Still, he didn't speak.

He just stood there, made of silence and fury.

********

I waited for the landlord to finish, tolerating the pain. His surprisingly well-endowed cock was warm inside me, pumping me slowly and steadily in a rhythmic motion as I lay in bed, glaring out the window. The rain had stopped, and the morning sun lit up the whole room. He had fucked me all night as if to claim his property. He growled loudly into my ears and said, "everything in this house belongs to me." Undoubtfully, he was claiming ownership of me, even if just temporarily, loud enough for my daddy in the living room to hear.

He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him while he continued to pump me. It angered him when I averted my eyes in defiance. "I only belonged to daddy."

"Is that so!" He barked, pulling his cock out of me. I winced as my pussy felt extremely sore. The pain was overwhelming, then, just like that, I felt relief. Was it over?

The landlord gets up with a smug smile on his face, and I knew it wasn't over. He grabbed my ankle, dragged me to the edge of the bed, and hoisted me over his shoulder. Bracing myself for what was to come, I reminded myself I was doing this for Daddy.

The landlord carried me into the living room and threw me against the sofa like a ragdoll, right in front of Daddy. I remained bent over the sofa, my ass up. Then a feeling of dread came over me, and I feared the worst, that the landlord intended to take me infront of daddy.

He splits open my ass cheeks and turns towards daddy. "Have you ever taken your wife by her ass? Am I the first to have her ass? Maybe you can learn a thing or two from me on how to please your wife. Just watch how I drill her ass. I promise she will love it."

Daddy continued to look away, staring at the wall. The landlord yells, "I said watch! Otherwise, there is no telling how far I would go drilling her ass. I mean, being taken by the ass for the first time must be really painful."

Daddy reluctantly turned towards us, his eyes empty. A wave of humiliation swept over me, having my daddy watch another man take me. The landlord spat into my asshole and the tip of his cock, lubricating, preparing to penetrate me. Then suddenly, my humiliation turned into fear. He was about to rip into my ass with his thick cock.

He guided the tip of his cock against the opening of my ass, teasing me, not yet entering. Humiliated, I looked away from daddy. The landlord yanked me by the hair and forced me to look towards Daddy. I locked eyes with daddy, staring deep into his empty eyes. The landlord, with his hands still gripping my hair, spanked my ass and said, "That's a good whore. Just take it like a good little slut, and you better not look away from your husband."

Something about claiming me infront of my daddy excited the landlord.

He lets go of my hair and grips my hips, squeezing them tightly with his big, strong hands. He starts to push his thick cock deep inside me, ripping open my ass. I let out a moan and a cry in pain. His cock feels larger in my ass as he goes deeper and deeper. I can feel all of him filling me up. The pain overwhelms me, and I cry as I call out to daddy, "Daddy!"

Daddy continues to watch us, only this time his empty eyes express humiliation and rage. I continue to cry as the landlord drilled into my ass, pumping me with the vigor of a bull.

My body begins to betray me. The landlord was right. I started to enjoy being taken by my ass. Slowly, my cries turned into moans of pleasure. My moaning seems to encourage him to continue to drill me faster and faster. His cock vibrated with pleasure as he pumped his cum into me, both reaching peak orgasm at the same time. With a satisfied grin, the landlord pulls out of me, watching me drip with his cum. I lay on the sofa, humiliated that my body betrayed me infront of my daddy.

****

The night stretched wide and still, and the smell of sex and cigar lingered in our bedroom. I lay in bed next to daddy, a nervous tension hanging heavy between us. Daddy hasn't spoken to me since this morning. I wonder if he is angry with me.

I could hardly move, as my entire body is sore. My pussy and my ass vibrating with extreme pain. The landlord was too big for me. Daddy moves closer behind me. His body rubbing up against mine. I can feel his hard cock against my panties. Daddy is ready to reclaim me.

He growled, exploding in anger, "How many times have I told you? By the time I come to bed, I expect your panties to be on the floor."

"I am sorry daddy! The landlord fucked me all night and all morning, and I am sore. I don't know if I can take anymore." This resistance angered daddy more, so he rips open my panties, spread my cheeks, and thrust into my asshole, filling me. I cried out in pain.

"Daddy that hurts. Daddy please! Ah! You are hurting me."

My cries only made daddy want to thrust into me harder. Daddy said, "You seemed to enjoy being taken by your ass this morning! Don't you fucking forget who you belong to! Your ass is mine and I will take it whenever I please!"

I cry, "Yes, daddy. I am your slut to fuck whenever you please. I want to please you daddy. Please forgive me!" I will tolerate the pain for daddy. I only want to appease him. He needs to reclaim me and make me his again for his anger to subside.

Please, with that response, daddy decides to show me mercy. He no longer felt the need to assert his ownership. His slut knew exactly who she belonged to.

Daddy pulled out taking pleasure in watching me lie on the bed, shaking in pain with a stream of blood and daddy's cum trickling down my legs. Daddy threw a towel at me and demand, "Clean yourself up and don't you dare stain my sheets."