


Father Figure

by devle



Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2003-11-08
Updated: 2003-11-18
Packaged: 2017-05-04 06:46:04
Chapters: 2
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/father-figure-1
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=218176&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. Daddy takes his 22-year-old daughter.</p>
<p>2. Sometimes love can be mistaken for a crime.</p>
Erotica Tags: Brought Hands, Cunt Licking, Daddy Eyes, Daddy Whispered,
Diamond Ring, Dried Blood, Hands Running, Incest/Taboo, Licking Tender, Ran
Room, Wife Left
Average Rating: 3.93





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Father Figure

Father Figure Ch. 02




        Father Figure


"All I ever wanted was to be with you." Daddy kisses my mouth sweetly.  
  
I struggle to turn my face away but his hand is wrapped in my long brown hair.
He forces his kiss on me.  
  
"You always wanted someone special in your life. Someone who would love you
more than god." His warm wet lips kiss down my neck.  
  
I can't stop the strangled sob that escapes my lips. I pull against the rope
that is tied about my wrists holding me pinned to the chair in which he forced
me to sit. He bound my legs to the chair too when I kicked out at him.  
  
"I hate you." Unable to move only feel. And what I feel is disgusting.  
  
His hands reach out grabbing both of my breasts molding and kneading. He
buries his face in my fragrant flesh opening his mouth to capture my nipple.  
  
My Daddy is very good looking even at 43. He always goes to the gym to work
out and his black hair is only partially grey with no bald spots at all. When
I was a girl I used to fantasize about him and dream that one day I would find
a man just like him.  
  
I'm 22 now. God help me, I don't want a man like him anymore. Not one who
looks at me with such obsession in his crazed green eyes.  
  
I think I'm rather plain. Brown hair brown eyes. Not at all like my exotic
looking father or the mother long since dead when I was five. Daddy has had
other relationships since she died. I can remember waking up at night hearing
the bed slam against the wall and a woman's passionate cries.  
  
But now...  
  
Daddy's dark head is sucking on my breast and I can't deny the shooting sparks
that fly up and down my body.  
  
"Stop, stop. Daddy please..."  
  
He kneels down opening my knees. Thank god they won't open very far since I'm
tied up but that doesn't stop him from burying his face in my bare shaved cunt
inhaling deeply that sweet cunt smell all girls exhibit.  
  
Daddy caught me coming out from the shower freshly washed and damp. I thought
he was at work when I came home from school early. I still live here with him
since he has resisted all my attempts to leave him. So, painfully aware that I
am a woman now I usually shower when he is not at home to see. I came through
the bathroom door wrapped in a towel when his strong hands gripped me cruelly
forcing me into his bedroom into the chair he had placed in the middle of the
room. He knew what he was going to do. He had planned it all along.  
  
"You smell so good, baby."  
  
In a last ditch effort I sobbed. "Daddy what about your girlfriends? They'll
be sickened to know what you're doing to me."  
  
He licked up my inner thigh before he straightened and stood looking down on
me as if I were again ten years old and he was about to punish me. "All those
other bitches meant nothing to me. It was you I wanted, princess." He reached
out to stroke my tear streaked cheek. "I'm going to fuck you so hard. You'll
forget every man you've ever had. You'll want only me. I promise."  
  
I shivered inside gooseflesh covering me.  
  
Daddy always kept his promises.  
  
He was naked before me his hard thick cock jutting out from his black pubic
hair. He was built like a god with rippling muscles bulging out from his
chest, abs and arms. Then he stepped behind me. I felt warm hands cover my
neck to begin a slow massage.  
  
Against my will it felt good.  
  
So good I didn't notice the knife Daddy used to free me from my bonds. He
pulled the chair back so that I hit the floor with a hard thud losing my
breath. In that one disoriented moment he picked me up throwing me onto the
big master bed that had known other women.  
  
I struggled wildly as he fell upon me. I'm a tall girl not model thin and weak
but healthy and strong. I clocked my Daddy on the chin with my fist before he
got up on his knees pressing them painfully onto my shoulders pinning my arms
down.  
  
"Bastard!" I shouted seeing his massive chest heave. The pupils of his green
eyes were dilated. He was so turned on.  
  
"I love you so much." He breathed hotly sliding his legs down so that his full
body lay atop mine. He kissed me again fully on the mouth. I could taste him
dark and sweet. Mellifluous.  
  
His hands caught my wrists pinning them down beside my head on his pillow.
Daddy forced his knees between my thighs. I could feel the hot head of his
swollen cock tease the lips of my cunt.  
  
"This is just the beginning." He whispered staring into my dark eyes.  
  
"I'll kill you." My voice even and hard, no more tears.  
  
He pushed inside me deeply.  
  
Though it was my first time and it hurt badly I didn't make a sound.  
  
Our eyes locked together he moved inside me harder and harder wanting a
reaction wanting to hear me cry out in passion. To want him the way he wanted
me.  
  
Over and over. Daddy could last the whole night but I was just so tight, so
hot and wet that he came inside me before I could be made to say a word.  
  
Daddy pulled out of me his cock bloody and wet. He touched his cock with two
fingers wiping off the blood onto his fingertips which he placed inside his
mouth closing his eyes to savor the taste.  
  
I was trembling while I watched.  
  
"You can't deny me." He whispered not wanting to break the thin tension in the
room.  
  
I turned my head away from him.  
  
He left the room leaving the door open so that I could walk out too.  
  
As I went across the hall to my own room feeling the dull pain between my legs
I thought about what to do.  
  
Do you want to know?




        Father Figure Ch. 02


Let me tell you what I did.  
  
I sat on my bed naked still in shock I guess. I could call the cops I had
Daddy’s cum for evidence but it would be so humiliating. What to do, what to
do?  
  
I got up and paced nervously back and forth. What Daddy did was wrong but I
had to survive it. Slowly I got dressed and went downstairs. The kitchen was
empty as I crossed the threshold I allowed myself a sigh of relief. Maybe he
had left. I went immediately to the knife drawer pulling it open my hands
shaking as I reached for our large butcher knife.  
  
“Surprise, baby.” Strong arms came about from behind startling me so to where
I dropped the knife. A wet kiss was placed on the side of my neck.  
  
“Daddy.” My voice was so shaky.  
  
His hands came up cupping my tender breasts flicking the nipples with his
thumbs.  
  
And then it came to me. All I had to do was seduce my Daddy he would grow
bored with how eager and seductive I could be and then he would leave me
alone. All alone so that I could steal the safety deposit box key Daddy hid
somewhere in his closet. Inside that box was all the money from my mother’s
insurance. With that money I could start a new life. It was too easy.  
  
I turned in his arms. Daddy’s eyes registered surprise at my sudden move even
more so when I cupped his face in my hands my thumbs running over his lips. It
wasn’t so bad not with how hot my Daddy was. He leaned forward kissing me
slowly I returned his kiss breaking away when he tried to open my mouth with
his tongue.  
  
He grabbed my chin forcing me to turn and look him in the eyes. “We have a lot
to talk about, princess. About your new role in the house and where you’ll be
sleeping.”  
  
“What do you mean, Daddy?” New cold fear sliding up my spine numbing the base
of my skull.  
  
“You’re going to be my wife now.” He brushed strands of my hair back off my
shoulder tenderly. “Isn’t that nice? We’ll sleep in the same bed and Daddy
will get his pretty wife the biggest ring.” He smiled down at me holding me
closer to his body clad only in black pants.  
  
I brought my hands up placing them on his large muscled chest. “I don’t
understand, Daddy.” Oh shit.  
  
He brought his hands up covering mine pulling them off his chest bringing them
down to our sides his fingers twining through mine. He started to walk
backward his eyes keeping mine a prisoner just as his strong grip on my hands
wouldn’t let me escape. I was forced to follow.  
  
“We’re going to be together forever.” Daddy whispered as we climbed the steps
inexorably pulling me back into his bedroom, back to the scene of the crime.  
  
He was fucking insane.  
  
How the hell didn’t I see that before now? Now when it was too late to save
myself not now when I was drowning in a whirlpool I couldn’t escape.  
  
All I could do was play the part. The only thing I could think of was the new
life I would start.  
  
Daddy laid me back on the bed my long hair flowing free spreading out on the
pillows behind me. He leaned over me his legs between mine he moved our
clasped hands out to the side stretching my arms. He released my hands then
dragging his rough hands over the soft skin of my arms causing tingles in his
wake. Daddy’s hands buried in my hair he buried his face in the mass inhaling
deeply. “You’re so beautiful. It’s been such agony waiting for you to grow up.
Waiting for you to be mine.”  
  
He kissed my lips then and I didn’t resist his tongue coming into my mouth
stroking me with the wet silky feel of him. “I love you, princess.”  
  
A small smile curled the corner of my mouth I brought up my knees embracing
his slender hips feeling his heavy hot weight sink into my cunt the rigid
length of his cock rubbing against my jean clad cunt. “I love you, Daddy.”  
  
“It’ll be better this time, baby, I promise. You know I would never hurt you.”
His hands were running down my face I turned kissing his fingers.  
  
“Of course not, Daddy.”  
  
Quickly he began to strip me of my jeans and tank top I helped by pulling away
his clothes going slowly. I never realized how perfectly formed Daddy was how
sexy his muscled body could be. His skin was hot and I loved the feel of it
against mine.  
  
Daddy slid down my legs parting them he hissed through his teeth when he saw
the dried blood on my inner thighs. He kissed the dark red streaks softly
rubbing his cheek against the sensitive skin. “I’m sorry. I wanted to be your
first but I never thought that I would be.” He licked at the dried blood
causing me to cry out sharply. “You tasted so sweet. So tight. I’ll make it
better this time. Daddy’s going to make you scream.”  
  
With that he buried his face in my cunt licking the tender abused flesh,
kissing the opening to my cunt. I writhed on that sinful bed trying to keep my
screams of ecstasy inside but I couldn’t. I moaned, panted and pleaded for him
to stop but Daddy wouldn’t. He stuck his tongue inside my cunt licking the
tender virginal walls before moving up to suck on my clit.  
  
I came for the first time loudly just as my Daddy promised.  
  
He moved back up kissing me fully on the lips letting me taste myself on his
tongue. I wrapped my arms about him my hands running through his black hair.  
  
Daddy turned then so that I was on top. He grabbed my hips holding me up
suspended over his erect cock. “Nice and slow, baby. This will feel so good, I
promise.”  
  
I flinched at the first hot touch of his cock but Daddy kept pulling me down
so that inch by inch he came further and further inside me. It still hurt in a
dull sort of way. Finally I was sitting on Daddy with his thick hard cock
buried inside me.  
  
To be truthful, it felt really good.  
  
Daddy grabbed me underneath my arms coaxing me to lie down so that we were
pressed chest to chest. I could feel his heart beating wildly.  
  
“Daddy.” Tears swam in my eyes.  
  
“You’re mine now. My wife.” He kissed me then. I closed my eyes feeling my
tears escape down my cheeks.  
  
He pushed up then, I cried out throwing my head back my hair falling down
about us. “So beautiful.” He breathed.  
  
In a natural rhythm I moved up and down loving the feel of his big cock
sliding about in my wet tight pussy. I came again and again Daddy held himself
back.  
  
After my fourth orgasm Daddy rolled over so that I was beneath him. He began
to pound deeply inside me harder and faster than before with me urging him on.
We were slick with sweat Daddy’s eyes locked to mine when he came. My whole
body tensed up squeezing his cock painfully. Hot bursts of cum flowed deep
inside me causing my womb to spasm and contract. Daddy licked the sweat from
my neck in one long stroke up to my ear. “I never loved anyone but you.” He
whispered.  
  
We both slept in his bed.  
  
For the next three days Daddy never let me alone I was fucking him constantly
but even though I was practically drowning in pleasure I never forgot my plan.
On the third day Daddy took me to Tiffany’s and the saleslady laughed when
Daddy pushed me in blushing like crazy. Daddy said that we wanted to look at
diamond rings. The lady trilled sweetly. “Oh where did you ever find such a
sweet looking wife?”  
  
At that I smiled. If the dumb bitch only knew.  
  
I picked out a platinum and diamond ring that I thought was lovely if
expensive. Daddy put it on my finger right away and he fucked me again.
Another four days went by until Daddy trusted me enough to let me alone. Once
the front door shut I waited an hour then ran into the room we had been
sharing digging into the closet.  
  
My heart beat rapidly chocking my breath as I searched frantically for the
key. After 45 minutes I found the key taped to the bottom of a drawer. The box
number was etched into the key. Bingo.  
  
I quickly ran into my room checking out my window to see if Daddy’s car was
there. When I saw that it wasn’t I began tossing all my clothes and jewelry
into cardboard boxes and whatever suitcases I could find. My car was parked in
the garage so I was able to make several trips to the car without attracting
the neighbors’ attention. With my car packed I got in and drove to the bank.  
  
It was too easy they didn’t even ask for ID assuming that if I had the key
then I was the rightful owner. I held my breath as I opened the box. For a
moment I wondered if there really was any money in there.  
  
I needn’t have worried the box was overflowing with cash. Lovely untraceable
cash.  
  
I stuffed my valise that I had brought with me and then I locked the box
walking out with a million dollars.  
  
I didn’t know where to go but I just drove and kept on driving for days. I
slept in my car and ate very little in my mind I replayed the last week with
Daddy in my head. Was it so bad? I still wore the diamond ring and watched it
glisten and sparkle in the evening light. He probably hates me now.  
  
In the end I drove upstate to see my aunt who was my father’s sister. When she
saw me on her doorstep she quickly ushered me in. Between the hot cocoa and
the graham crackers she told me about Daddy.  
  
“He’s a little fucked up, sugar. I don’t know what happened but he keeps
rattling on about how his wife left him. Did he get married again?” I chocked
on the cocoa but my aunt kept talking. “He just fell apart. I went over to see
him three days ago and the house was dark and shut up he looked like death
warmed over. Not shaving, eating or bothering to care for himself.” She
reached out then patting my knee with her fat hand. “Maybe you should take
some time off school to go see him. I know you would cheer him up some.
There’s nothing like your little girl.” She touched my chin briefly. “Will you
think about it, honey? I’m really worried about him.”  
  
I nodded stiffly. My aunt chattered on for a while longer and then I got up
mechanically. As I was leaving my aunt caught my hand bringing it up to her
face. “Oh my, honey, what a nice ring. Are you getting married?”  
  
“Yes, auntie. I am.”  
  
I got in my car and drove in a daze nonstop. Another two days later had me
parked in the driveway to my Daddy’s house. It looked like shit with the lawn
overgrown and newspapers piled in front of the door. It was a warm night yet I
shivered as I got out of the car. My teeth were chattering so hard I didn’t
think that I would be able to speak. What was I doing here anyway? What the
hell did I want?  
  
Daddy loved me.  
  
No man would ever love me like he did.  
  
If he still did.  
  
But it was sick. I was his daughter and he raped me. We pretended that we were
married.  
  
If I set foot back inside that house Daddy would force me to play that role
again. I remembered the ecstasy that he brought me each time we fucked. I
remembered all the words of love that poured from him like a torrent.  
  
I had hurt him badly and I didn’t think that I would be forgiven.  
  
I loved my Daddy and I hurt when he hurt.  
  
I loved him enough to be whatever he wanted me to be. For the rest of my life.  
  
The porch steps creaked ominously as I approached the front door. I knocked
timidly on the wood even though I had a key. I must have stood there for five
minutes before I called out. “Daddy. Daddy open up. It’s me.”  
  
The door slowly opened then revealing my once handsome daddy. He was dressed
all in black with his lovely black hair all mussed, deep shadows underneath
his green eyes spoke of long sleepless nights. He also looked like he hadn’t
shaved since I left.  
  
“Daddy,” I whispered.  
  
“Who the hell are you?” He rasped his voice sounded harsh and raspy as though
from long disuse.  
  
“Daddy…it’s me.” I was still reeling from the shock of seeing my daddy so
miserable looking.  
  
“I don’t know who you are. Get the fuck off my property.” He began to shut the
door in my face.  
  
I made a wild grab for the door squeezing my foot in between the doorjamb. His
eyes, ever expressive, damned me to hell as I reached out to touch his face.
He flinched from my touch. I took a deep breath my heart breaking. “Roan, it’s
me. Isolda. Your wife.”  
  
“You left me.” He whispered his eyes boring into mine accusing me.  
  
“I was scared. I was afraid I didn’t know how to be a good wife no matter how
much I loved you.” My heart pounded as I told this fundamental truth.  
  
“You love me?” He stepped back warily from me.  
  
“Yes.” Such a simple word. With that one syllable Roan embraced me pulling me
into the house back into his bed and into his life.  
  
We moved away and in our new neighborhood everyone knew we were married. Now
it was just Roan and Isolda. Two people in love.




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