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My first attempt at this fictional story:
Ambernathy was a product of a previous marriage but that time frame was always kept from her. She was far too young to remember her real Dad or "that life". She had small little memory glimpses that played in her mind like lost pictue frames of a time were things were familiar but yet unknown. Like when someone ask you, "have you seen that old movie" and you only come up with spots of scenes. She felt it in her heart that there was more to those memories but it seemed like a dream she couldn't fully remember. Nor could she really ask her mother becuase she couldn't really remember anything. Other ralatives told her little secrets here and there about her past life but she was always told to keep quite about it. Although she was never told of her previous life, she felt different from the rest of the family and they subconsciously treated her as such. She was taught at the early age to do what she was told. She was expected to be "a good girl". She was constantly corrected. Whatever she did, she didn't do it right. She was always told "don't make the same mistakes as I did" and "you need to listen to you mother". These were things that were constantly pounded in her head. She did her best to follow insturctions and be "a good girl" but she some how always got into trouble. She was called a "bad c***d" or a "disrespectfull c***d" when scolded. Her step dad "daddy", was the jeasouly type and every one knew it. He kept everyone in line with his anger and his scare tactcis. He was one not to cross and her mother found out the hard way on what not to do. Her mother knew which buttons to avoid pushing.
He started out like all dads, playing the good guy, hugs and kisses and what not. She really doesn't remember how or when it started, it was just something he always did when he tucked her in. She sorta knew he wasn't suppose to touch her in certain areas but it was her "daddy", and plus they were quick little accidents that could easly dissmissed (at first). She was quickly reminded that "good girls" don't make their mother's upset with little nonsense. As the years went by, those little accidental incendents were just part of her night time ritual. She knew it was wrong but he knew how to use her guilt to keep her quite. He constantly reminder her that she shouldn't upset her mother with things she couldn't prove anyway or be the "cause of trouble", so she kept it to her self.
One night when her mother was taking an extra long bath he came into her room to tuck her in but this time he laid next to her. They were spooning and he was telling her how great she's been the last couple of days and that she was "a good girl". She was happy to make him happy, she was smiling that she was finally being "a good girl". Then she felt it. Something soft at first, then it grew. As he slowly kissed the back of her head and hugged her. She felt his heat and that thing up against her little butt grew and got bigger. He slightly rubbed it into her butt and although she had on panties and her night clothes, she could feel that hard thing through his boxers. She wanted to get up but he held her and repeated "that's my good girl". So she stayed still and his hands started to wonder down her little tummy. As he reach right at her pubic bone with nothing but clothing to protect her, he stopped and hugged her extra tight and as if time stood still, she waited, waited like the "good girl" she was expected to be. As she heard her mother's bath end. He kissed her for a long time on the back of her head, feeling his grip, his muscular arms around her little frame and that hard thing poking her. He got up and put the covers back and said good night. That was start of the new retual.
She so wanted to tell her mother but there never seemed to be a good time. Her mother was always running around like a headless chicken trying to deal with bills from the busines and making ends meet at home. She was the second oldest, so it was her responsiablity to set the example and not "cause trouble" for her younger brothers. She didn't want to be the cause of her getting upset when she was happy (which seemed rare). So she kept quite and kep it all in.
His actions progressed as the weeks went by in their little nightly ritual. His hands were now on the inside of her shirt, inside her panties but they were just rubs. When he put his hands in her shirt he would graze his fingers over her little buds and they would make her nipples hard. He would slip his hands in her panties and ever so lightly graze over her little mound and gently run them over her little lips. She was always afriad that he would stick his big fingers in her but he never did and for that she was greatful. He was always breathing heavy and always hard.
One evening as they were cuddling, he wanted to show her how happy he was. He had her turned around and faced him. This was a first for her becuase she always stared at the wall. There was a small light coming from her night light so she could see him looking right at her. He guided her little hand down and he said "here, this is how happy you make Daddy" and with that she felt it for the first time. That hard thing that was always rubbing her backside. Although she was scared and trembling, it was hard and long, yet soft at the same time. She was given instructions on what to do. Up and down, slowly. She couldn't get her whole hand around it but she did the best she could becuase she wanted to be "a good girl". His breathing became quick and some how it seem to get bigger and harder. He kept repeating "yes, that's it! just like that. yes, yes" he started biting down on his lips and then it happend. He exploded, ropes after ropes over his stomach. He told her to keep going up and down. She did. Until it started to get soft. She couldn't believe what just happened and she knew in some weird unspoken way, she was "a good girl".
Over the next couple of months, it was always the same, a little touching and a little rubbing and then his explotion. There was times during the day that when they were left alone, he would always reminded her to never mention it to her mother becuase she would get upset of what "she was doing". He was every good with his words and keeping her quiet, plus he treated her a little special when noone was around, so it wasn't all "that bad". He always made her feel like a "Daddy's Girl" when noone was around and she always felt good for that but she knew it always came with a price. As long as she kept quite and did as she was told, her mother would atleast be happy and she wouldn't be the "cause of trouble".
One day, it was around noon it was just him and her, he came up to her and hugged her and she knew what was about to happen. His little kisses on the back of her head and neck, his rubs, first on the outside of her shirt the slowly on the inside and like clock work, that thing growing and getting hard upagainst her back. She was older now and like the "good girl" she had to be, she knew what to do to not upset him and did what she was told to do. She tried to tell him no but he didn't seem to hear her. This time was a bit wierd for her becuase it was day time but he lead her over to the couch and he started to unbucle his belt and jeans. She was instructed to get on her knees in front of him and she knew to pull his jeans down. She could see it under his boxers and she was told to pull them down. As she did, it popped out and there it was, all big and hard. He sat down and told her to touch him. She slowly did what she was told and for the first time, she got to see what she always did. As she was working it up and down. She realized that she was doing "a good job", so she did her best keep him happy. She saw in his facial expression that she was doing a "good job" and he whispered "that's it, that's my good girl, don't stop". She was instructed on what to do. So with one hand, going up and down, the other was lightly playing with his balls and just like that, he exploded. She was amazed how much stuff there was and how high it went and that it got all over her hand. As she was cleaning him with a towel, although she knew it was wrong, she had a little smal sense of pride that she was "a good girl".
Months went by and it was always the same at night and at occasionally during the day. One time, during the day, "Daddy" looked frustrated and mommy was leaving to go visit family. She tried to go with her but was instructed by her mother to "stay and take car of your father". As soon as she left she knew what was coming so she tired to go to her room but was called down. As she came into the livingroom he was sitting at the couch and told her: "come over here, i'm going to show you somethingn new". She walked slowly as she could with out upsetting him but there was no stopping it. She was instructed like always to lower his jeans and boxers. She already knew what to do so she started to go up and down but this time he told her to "kiss it". She did and she was surprised that it felt soft on her lips. She was instructed on what to do. That's the day, she learned how to please him with her mouth. When he fist enter her mouth, she will never forget that noise he made the first time she did it. She knew it was wrong but she became a quicker learn to hurry up to hear those words, "that's a good girl". She learned how to use her mouth, boths hands in different areas to help speed up the process. He gently held her head with his big hands as his pace and breathing quickend. She moved her head out of the way just in time as he exploded. She kept moving her hand up and down just like he liked it until he was spent. She was schocked that he exploded with such a force and there seem to be more white stuff than usual. That was the started of the new thing that happened when Mama wasn't around.
The nightly thing sorta died down which was a good thing but one night he came in there and said he was going to do something a little different. He sat her at the edge of the bed and as he looked at her he slowly pulled her shorts and panties down. She was told to lay back and relax "daddys going to do something special". He started to kiss inner thighs softly. She had never felt him being this soft. He kept kissing her and moving closer to her middle area and then he licked her there. As if a shot of electricty hit her, she gasped hard and freaked out arching her back. He quickly quieted her and she relaxed. Once she was relaxed. He started to lick her again, slow long licks. She never felt anything like this in her whole life. She couldn't control her body and felt her self letting go and actaully started to enjoy what was happening. He spread her legs more so that he could lick her more. His tongue was every where. He licked her from the back to the front and he even stuck his tongue inside her and it felt huge! For the first time he was doing something to her that she actaully liked but she kept that to herself. He reached up and played with her nipples and they were hard. He played with them and licked her until she forgot that what they were doing was wrong. He did it until she exploded. He slowly stopped licking her. He got up and asked her if she was ok? She responded in a way she knew would please him: "yes, Daddy, I'm fine thank you". He handed her her clothes and started to walk out of her room. He slowly turn while wiping his mouth and softly told her "good night Daddy's Girl". That night she slept soundly.
The day thing was getting to be more common so she tried her best to be a "good girl"so that she would be able to go places with her her Mama and not get stuck at home. Some way or another, she was always told to stay. She even pleaded to her mother to go with her but her pleads were always ignored. She was always told or reminded, "no, just stay here and take care of your father", and she did. Her and her mother's relationship didn't really change but it wasn't the same either. It always seem like she was getting upset with her for little things. Things that didn't seem to matter. There were times that her mother would stared at her like as if her mother knew but just dealt with it.
For his birthday one year, she was left alone with him. By this time she already knew the drill. She didn't have to be told what to do. She knew her role as "a good girl". She knew she had to keep him happy or else she would be the "cause of trouble". He told her, since it's my birthday, your going take your time and make it last. She knew what he meant. As eplained, she was a quick learner and knew what got him there. She wasn't going to hear those words any time soon. So she began, softly, slowly until he was at full mast. She was told to pay attention to his balls for a while (and she did, each one) long sucks, rolling them around in her mouth, kissing them, licking, sucking again and rubbing, gently caressing them, flicking them with her tongue. She did everthing she was taught, only this time, for a long drawn out time. She was told to take off her shirt and bra off (which was a fist) she was an A cup by this time. He commented now how big of girl of a girl she's getting. She knew he wasn't going to exploded any time soon so she did the best she could, just slower. He taught her that day how to deep throat. She wasn't good at it, at first but she was a learned that day. She couldn't get all of it down her throat but she tried. She tried like the "good girl" she was. She always had a good view of the clock on the wall and 40 minutes had gone by. Some where between wanting to get it over with and paying attention to his moans, she slowing started to enjoy what she was doing so that he knew she was doing "a good job". Soft moans came from her that she made before but they sounded and felt different this time. She started to take him down her throat without his instructions. She sucked his balls and jacked him up and down without being told. When she fianlly felt him get a tad bit harder, she quickened her up and down sucking. This caught him by surprise and she kept at it, every now and then deep throating him while playing with his balls. She adjusted her self up a little and put her hands on his hips and it was nothing but mouth on dick sucking action! He eyes were rolling back and she felt it building. She slurped and sucked, faster and faster every now and then she would try to swallow him as much as she could. She had him where she wanted. She tightened her grip on his hips and really started to work him. She could hear herself moaning like never before. She was going to make him finish. She looked up and they made eye contact and for the first time, she was incontrol. To prove it, she deep throated him as much as she could just so that she could watch him gasped. Like a duck to water she knew what to do with his cock. She put as much of him as she could in her mouth and once it hit the back throat (which she learned was a weak point for him) she started to fuck him with her throat and his eyes widened! She started to slightly gag but kept it up. It was buiding and he was weak and she could hear it in his short breathing. He did his best to last but then he exploded like a "BOOM", he had a hand full of couch and it was a force that she has never seen. He was loud and he roared with such grunts that she had to grab his dick to keep him still. She was in sync with her hand, jacking him up and down while she kept the up and down going with her mouth. She felt each rope hit the back of her throat. She kept sucking and sucking. She swallowed it all. As he came back down from his climax, he started to get soft, she soften and slowed her sucking. When he finally looked spent, she took one last suck and it plopped out her mouth and she subconsciously had a small smirked at a "job well done" and she knew those words (daddy's good girl) were coming any minute now but he just looked at her. As she licked her lips and swallowed the last bit of his man juice, she was confussed. In her mind, she did an amazing job. She gave him what he wanted, a long slow blow job (she learned that word from the other girls at school). As she started to clean him with the towel, he just stared at her slightly breathing heavy. She broke the ice and asked "you ok Daddy?" As she was wiping all her spit off his dick, balls, couch and her spit puddle on the floor. He told her softly with a hint a dissappointment: "go to your room". She did as instructed, slowly grabbing her clothes and walking away, subconsciously wanting (needing?) to hear those words "good girl" but they never came from his mouth. She didn't look back. She got in her room, she sat confussed and felt dumb for trying her hardest to please her "Daddy"...... but in the mist of that, there at that moment, she realized, she was wet.
As she recounted the events that happened over the next couple of days. She learned that she was in control more than she knew. She was the one that gave in. What if she told him no? Would he make her? Would he hurt her? Hurt her mother? Her mother has been on the recieving end of his hands when she was belligerent. She has a crooked nose to prove it. With him being that dominat, who knows what he would do to her or her mother. Deep down, she felt, that day might come soon.
That day did come. They were left all alone one day. It started in the kitchen and like always he came up behind her slowly. He put his hands on her shoulders but before he could continue. She told him "NO, not anymore". He didn't move and as if time stood still for him. She walked a bit forward and his hands fell from her shoulders. She told him softly with a bit of determination, "I don't want to do that anymore and you can't make me". She slowly put her head down and started to leave the kitchen towards her room. That walk was the longest walk ever. He didn't follow her and never tried again.
She finally reached out and found her biological father but by time she already graduated high school and he wasn't really a dad to her but more of a man in her eyes. She instantly found him attractive. He was able to put all those lost little memory puzzle pieces together for her. They became good friends and shared their life stories with each other. She didn't hold back, she told him everything. The good, the bad and the ugly. He was her therapy and she adored and loved him for it becuase he was the "Right" to her "Wrong". They had a bond like no other. She loved him and he loved her. Then one day, she she told him: "I'm going to give a birthday present you'll never forget" AND THAT!!!!! is a different story..........
Ambernathy was a product of a previous marriage but that time frame was always kept from her. She was far too young to remember her real Dad or "that life". She had small little memory glimpses that played in her mind like lost pictue frames of a time were things were familiar but yet unknown. Like when someone ask you, "have you seen that old movie" and you only come up with spots of scenes. She felt it in her heart that there was more to those memories but it seemed like a dream she couldn't fully remember. Nor could she really ask her mother becuase she couldn't really remember anything. Other ralatives told her little secrets here and there about her past life but she was always told to keep quite about it. Although she was never told of her previous life, she felt different from the rest of the family and they subconsciously treated her as such. She was taught at the early age to do what she was told. She was expected to be "a good girl". She was constantly corrected. Whatever she did, she didn't do it right. She was always told "don't make the same mistakes as I did" and "you need to listen to you mother". These were things that were constantly pounded in her head. She did her best to follow insturctions and be "a good girl" but she some how always got into trouble. She was called a "bad c***d" or a "disrespectfull c***d" when scolded. Her step dad "daddy", was the jeasouly type and every one knew it. He kept everyone in line with his anger and his scare tactcis. He was one not to cross and her mother found out the hard way on what not to do. Her mother knew which buttons to avoid pushing.
He started out like all dads, playing the good guy, hugs and kisses and what not. She really doesn't remember how or when it started, it was just something he always did when he tucked her in. She sorta knew he wasn't suppose to touch her in certain areas but it was her "daddy", and plus they were quick little accidents that could easly dissmissed (at first). She was quickly reminded that "good girls" don't make their mother's upset with little nonsense. As the years went by, those little accidental incendents were just part of her night time ritual. She knew it was wrong but he knew how to use her guilt to keep her quite. He constantly reminder her that she shouldn't upset her mother with things she couldn't prove anyway or be the "cause of trouble", so she kept it to her self.
One night when her mother was taking an extra long bath he came into her room to tuck her in but this time he laid next to her. They were spooning and he was telling her how great she's been the last couple of days and that she was "a good girl". She was happy to make him happy, she was smiling that she was finally being "a good girl". Then she felt it. Something soft at first, then it grew. As he slowly kissed the back of her head and hugged her. She felt his heat and that thing up against her little butt grew and got bigger. He slightly rubbed it into her butt and although she had on panties and her night clothes, she could feel that hard thing through his boxers. She wanted to get up but he held her and repeated "that's my good girl". So she stayed still and his hands started to wonder down her little tummy. As he reach right at her pubic bone with nothing but clothing to protect her, he stopped and hugged her extra tight and as if time stood still, she waited, waited like the "good girl" she was expected to be. As she heard her mother's bath end. He kissed her for a long time on the back of her head, feeling his grip, his muscular arms around her little frame and that hard thing poking her. He got up and put the covers back and said good night. That was start of the new retual.
She so wanted to tell her mother but there never seemed to be a good time. Her mother was always running around like a headless chicken trying to deal with bills from the busines and making ends meet at home. She was the second oldest, so it was her responsiablity to set the example and not "cause trouble" for her younger brothers. She didn't want to be the cause of her getting upset when she was happy (which seemed rare). So she kept quite and kep it all in.
His actions progressed as the weeks went by in their little nightly ritual. His hands were now on the inside of her shirt, inside her panties but they were just rubs. When he put his hands in her shirt he would graze his fingers over her little buds and they would make her nipples hard. He would slip his hands in her panties and ever so lightly graze over her little mound and gently run them over her little lips. She was always afriad that he would stick his big fingers in her but he never did and for that she was greatful. He was always breathing heavy and always hard.
One evening as they were cuddling, he wanted to show her how happy he was. He had her turned around and faced him. This was a first for her becuase she always stared at the wall. There was a small light coming from her night light so she could see him looking right at her. He guided her little hand down and he said "here, this is how happy you make Daddy" and with that she felt it for the first time. That hard thing that was always rubbing her backside. Although she was scared and trembling, it was hard and long, yet soft at the same time. She was given instructions on what to do. Up and down, slowly. She couldn't get her whole hand around it but she did the best she could becuase she wanted to be "a good girl". His breathing became quick and some how it seem to get bigger and harder. He kept repeating "yes, that's it! just like that. yes, yes" he started biting down on his lips and then it happend. He exploded, ropes after ropes over his stomach. He told her to keep going up and down. She did. Until it started to get soft. She couldn't believe what just happened and she knew in some weird unspoken way, she was "a good girl".
Over the next couple of months, it was always the same, a little touching and a little rubbing and then his explotion. There was times during the day that when they were left alone, he would always reminded her to never mention it to her mother becuase she would get upset of what "she was doing". He was every good with his words and keeping her quiet, plus he treated her a little special when noone was around, so it wasn't all "that bad". He always made her feel like a "Daddy's Girl" when noone was around and she always felt good for that but she knew it always came with a price. As long as she kept quite and did as she was told, her mother would atleast be happy and she wouldn't be the "cause of trouble".
One day, it was around noon it was just him and her, he came up to her and hugged her and she knew what was about to happen. His little kisses on the back of her head and neck, his rubs, first on the outside of her shirt the slowly on the inside and like clock work, that thing growing and getting hard upagainst her back. She was older now and like the "good girl" she had to be, she knew what to do to not upset him and did what she was told to do. She tried to tell him no but he didn't seem to hear her. This time was a bit wierd for her becuase it was day time but he lead her over to the couch and he started to unbucle his belt and jeans. She was instructed to get on her knees in front of him and she knew to pull his jeans down. She could see it under his boxers and she was told to pull them down. As she did, it popped out and there it was, all big and hard. He sat down and told her to touch him. She slowly did what she was told and for the first time, she got to see what she always did. As she was working it up and down. She realized that she was doing "a good job", so she did her best keep him happy. She saw in his facial expression that she was doing a "good job" and he whispered "that's it, that's my good girl, don't stop". She was instructed on what to do. So with one hand, going up and down, the other was lightly playing with his balls and just like that, he exploded. She was amazed how much stuff there was and how high it went and that it got all over her hand. As she was cleaning him with a towel, although she knew it was wrong, she had a little smal sense of pride that she was "a good girl".
Months went by and it was always the same at night and at occasionally during the day. One time, during the day, "Daddy" looked frustrated and mommy was leaving to go visit family. She tried to go with her but was instructed by her mother to "stay and take car of your father". As soon as she left she knew what was coming so she tired to go to her room but was called down. As she came into the livingroom he was sitting at the couch and told her: "come over here, i'm going to show you somethingn new". She walked slowly as she could with out upsetting him but there was no stopping it. She was instructed like always to lower his jeans and boxers. She already knew what to do so she started to go up and down but this time he told her to "kiss it". She did and she was surprised that it felt soft on her lips. She was instructed on what to do. That's the day, she learned how to please him with her mouth. When he fist enter her mouth, she will never forget that noise he made the first time she did it. She knew it was wrong but she became a quicker learn to hurry up to hear those words, "that's a good girl". She learned how to use her mouth, boths hands in different areas to help speed up the process. He gently held her head with his big hands as his pace and breathing quickend. She moved her head out of the way just in time as he exploded. She kept moving her hand up and down just like he liked it until he was spent. She was schocked that he exploded with such a force and there seem to be more white stuff than usual. That was the started of the new thing that happened when Mama wasn't around.
The nightly thing sorta died down which was a good thing but one night he came in there and said he was going to do something a little different. He sat her at the edge of the bed and as he looked at her he slowly pulled her shorts and panties down. She was told to lay back and relax "daddys going to do something special". He started to kiss inner thighs softly. She had never felt him being this soft. He kept kissing her and moving closer to her middle area and then he licked her there. As if a shot of electricty hit her, she gasped hard and freaked out arching her back. He quickly quieted her and she relaxed. Once she was relaxed. He started to lick her again, slow long licks. She never felt anything like this in her whole life. She couldn't control her body and felt her self letting go and actaully started to enjoy what was happening. He spread her legs more so that he could lick her more. His tongue was every where. He licked her from the back to the front and he even stuck his tongue inside her and it felt huge! For the first time he was doing something to her that she actaully liked but she kept that to herself. He reached up and played with her nipples and they were hard. He played with them and licked her until she forgot that what they were doing was wrong. He did it until she exploded. He slowly stopped licking her. He got up and asked her if she was ok? She responded in a way she knew would please him: "yes, Daddy, I'm fine thank you". He handed her her clothes and started to walk out of her room. He slowly turn while wiping his mouth and softly told her "good night Daddy's Girl". That night she slept soundly.
The day thing was getting to be more common so she tried her best to be a "good girl"so that she would be able to go places with her her Mama and not get stuck at home. Some way or another, she was always told to stay. She even pleaded to her mother to go with her but her pleads were always ignored. She was always told or reminded, "no, just stay here and take care of your father", and she did. Her and her mother's relationship didn't really change but it wasn't the same either. It always seem like she was getting upset with her for little things. Things that didn't seem to matter. There were times that her mother would stared at her like as if her mother knew but just dealt with it.
For his birthday one year, she was left alone with him. By this time she already knew the drill. She didn't have to be told what to do. She knew her role as "a good girl". She knew she had to keep him happy or else she would be the "cause of trouble". He told her, since it's my birthday, your going take your time and make it last. She knew what he meant. As eplained, she was a quick learner and knew what got him there. She wasn't going to hear those words any time soon. So she began, softly, slowly until he was at full mast. She was told to pay attention to his balls for a while (and she did, each one) long sucks, rolling them around in her mouth, kissing them, licking, sucking again and rubbing, gently caressing them, flicking them with her tongue. She did everthing she was taught, only this time, for a long drawn out time. She was told to take off her shirt and bra off (which was a fist) she was an A cup by this time. He commented now how big of girl of a girl she's getting. She knew he wasn't going to exploded any time soon so she did the best she could, just slower. He taught her that day how to deep throat. She wasn't good at it, at first but she was a learned that day. She couldn't get all of it down her throat but she tried. She tried like the "good girl" she was. She always had a good view of the clock on the wall and 40 minutes had gone by. Some where between wanting to get it over with and paying attention to his moans, she slowing started to enjoy what she was doing so that he knew she was doing "a good job". Soft moans came from her that she made before but they sounded and felt different this time. She started to take him down her throat without his instructions. She sucked his balls and jacked him up and down without being told. When she fianlly felt him get a tad bit harder, she quickened her up and down sucking. This caught him by surprise and she kept at it, every now and then deep throating him while playing with his balls. She adjusted her self up a little and put her hands on his hips and it was nothing but mouth on dick sucking action! He eyes were rolling back and she felt it building. She slurped and sucked, faster and faster every now and then she would try to swallow him as much as she could. She had him where she wanted. She tightened her grip on his hips and really started to work him. She could hear herself moaning like never before. She was going to make him finish. She looked up and they made eye contact and for the first time, she was incontrol. To prove it, she deep throated him as much as she could just so that she could watch him gasped. Like a duck to water she knew what to do with his cock. She put as much of him as she could in her mouth and once it hit the back throat (which she learned was a weak point for him) she started to fuck him with her throat and his eyes widened! She started to slightly gag but kept it up. It was buiding and he was weak and she could hear it in his short breathing. He did his best to last but then he exploded like a "BOOM", he had a hand full of couch and it was a force that she has never seen. He was loud and he roared with such grunts that she had to grab his dick to keep him still. She was in sync with her hand, jacking him up and down while she kept the up and down going with her mouth. She felt each rope hit the back of her throat. She kept sucking and sucking. She swallowed it all. As he came back down from his climax, he started to get soft, she soften and slowed her sucking. When he finally looked spent, she took one last suck and it plopped out her mouth and she subconsciously had a small smirked at a "job well done" and she knew those words (daddy's good girl) were coming any minute now but he just looked at her. As she licked her lips and swallowed the last bit of his man juice, she was confussed. In her mind, she did an amazing job. She gave him what he wanted, a long slow blow job (she learned that word from the other girls at school). As she started to clean him with the towel, he just stared at her slightly breathing heavy. She broke the ice and asked "you ok Daddy?" As she was wiping all her spit off his dick, balls, couch and her spit puddle on the floor. He told her softly with a hint a dissappointment: "go to your room". She did as instructed, slowly grabbing her clothes and walking away, subconsciously wanting (needing?) to hear those words "good girl" but they never came from his mouth. She didn't look back. She got in her room, she sat confussed and felt dumb for trying her hardest to please her "Daddy"...... but in the mist of that, there at that moment, she realized, she was wet.
As she recounted the events that happened over the next couple of days. She learned that she was in control more than she knew. She was the one that gave in. What if she told him no? Would he make her? Would he hurt her? Hurt her mother? Her mother has been on the recieving end of his hands when she was belligerent. She has a crooked nose to prove it. With him being that dominat, who knows what he would do to her or her mother. Deep down, she felt, that day might come soon.
That day did come. They were left all alone one day. It started in the kitchen and like always he came up behind her slowly. He put his hands on her shoulders but before he could continue. She told him "NO, not anymore". He didn't move and as if time stood still for him. She walked a bit forward and his hands fell from her shoulders. She told him softly with a bit of determination, "I don't want to do that anymore and you can't make me". She slowly put her head down and started to leave the kitchen towards her room. That walk was the longest walk ever. He didn't follow her and never tried again.
She finally reached out and found her biological father but by time she already graduated high school and he wasn't really a dad to her but more of a man in her eyes. She instantly found him attractive. He was able to put all those lost little memory puzzle pieces together for her. They became good friends and shared their life stories with each other. She didn't hold back, she told him everything. The good, the bad and the ugly. He was her therapy and she adored and loved him for it becuase he was the "Right" to her "Wrong". They had a bond like no other. She loved him and he loved her. Then one day, she she told him: "I'm going to give a birthday present you'll never forget" AND THAT!!!!! is a different story..........
Lianne
- 23.12.2021
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