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Subject: Title story: "A Daughter's Promise Ch. 1" Author: INCEST MAN 62534252
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Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2005 23:01:48 +0000
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A Daughter's Promise Ch. 1 by J The day that changed my life forever began just
like any other sunny, warm May morning. I saw my husband off to work after
breakfast, did the usual household chores, had a shower and sat down to watch
some daytime T.V. I reflected on what a happy lifestyle my husband, John, and I
shared. We're both in our mid-twenties, have a nice house, some good friends, no
kids (yet) and enjoy all the benefits that his decent salary brings. I was
roused from my reverie by the ringing of the doorbell. I shouldn't have been
surprised to see my Dad in the porch, since we had arranged to go to the golf
driving range that morning. But I guess my daydreaming had taken up more time
than I realised. He came in and waited for me to get dressed for my practice
lesson. I'm not very sporty but at least golf allows you to be awful and still
enjoy a good walk. Besides, it gets so boring staying at home all day and John
doesn't like me working, so this gives me a nice break. Dad drove us the few
miles to the golf course. Mum was at work but he had the day off and I think he
liked the idea of teaching his youngest daughter to play the game he loves so
much. I found a nice quiet stall away from the other learners, so that no one
could see the terrible shots I hit, while Dad went to buy a bucket of practice
balls. I started to swing the club to get my muscles loosened up. Although I
don't play too much I keep in good shape with my twice weekly dance classes.
John likes to take me out a lot in the evenings and show me off to the world, as
he puts it, so it's important that I keep to a size 8. Dancing and golf help me
to keep my figure the way John likes women to be, tall, busty and leggy. I
looked up from my stance to see if Dad thought I was addressing the ball
correctly only to find that his focus was not exactly where I had expected it to
be. To be precise, he was staring directly at my ample cleavage. I admit that a
tight fitting, low buttoned top and equally tight shorts may not be the most
appropriate attire for the golf course proper, but didn't feel it was out of
place for the driving range. My eyes still hadn't found his so I said " Excuse
me, but are you going to help me today Dad or just stand staring at my body?".
When eventually he looked up, his expression was not one of shame or
embarrassment at mentally undressing his own daughter, but of sheer, undisguised
lust. I was not entirely surprised. I had seen that look on his face before.
Often, when we've been at family gatherings like weddings or birthdays, I've
caught him looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I usually wear a short,
tight little mini skirt and high heels to occasions like those and sometimes, if
I know Mum's not looking, I'll give Dad a treat and somehow try to let my skirt
ride up even higher . I admit that I get excited when any man lusts over me,
even my own father. I can imagine what they'd like do to me if they had me in
their power. Anyway, that's how I normally feel. But today I was angry. Angry
because I really wanted to concentrate on getting better at this stupid game.
That's why I said it. That's why a fantasy turned into a reality. It just came
out of my mouth before I even realised what I'd said. "Look Dad, if you can get
me to hit just one ball more than 150 yards, I'll take off my blouse and bra
when we get home and you can have a really good look at them, O.K?". "You're
just kidding me" he replied. "No I'm not, it's a promise. Honest " I heard
myself say. Well wouldn't you know it. All of a sudden I had my very own
dedicated golf pro changing my grip, adjusting my stance, telling me to flex at
the knees. Give a man the right incentive and he'll do anything. Equally
unsurprising was that the next ball I hit sailed over the 150 yard marker before
it even touched the ground. My fate was sealed. It was hardly worth hitting the
few remaining balls, we both had other things on our minds. Dad almost pushed me
towards the car. He was making no attempt at any kind of propriety. The drive
back to my place was completed in a record ten minutes. All the time I could
feel his eyes burning into me. He was about to see his own daughter naked from
the waist up, just as I had promised. We entered through the front door and I
locked it behind me. I certainly did not want John coming home early and
catching us. Dad went straight into the lounge and shouted for me. " Not in here
Dad, the neighbours might see. Let's go up to my bedroom" He followed close
behind me up the stairs. I could almost feel his breath on my behind and still
couldn't believe what I was about to do. As we entered the bedroom I went over
to the windows and pulled the curtains shut. I began to have doubts. What if
John was to come back.? Dad walked past me and picked up the bedside phone. Then
I heard him say " Hi John, it's Bill. We still on for that game this Sunday ?
Good, see you then buddy" We both knew that it would take my husband at least 90
minutes to get home from his office even if he was to leave early and miss the
rush hour. So there was now no backing out. Dad put the light on saying that he
wanted to get a really good look at them. Slowly my hands went to the bottom
button of my blouse. I undid it. Then the next, and the next. Finally, just the
top button was left holding my blouse together. Then I stopped. I told Dad I was
worried. He accused me of trying to break my promise. I said I wasn't worried
about him seeing me topless but worried about how turned on I had suddenly
become. In fact, I had just realised that the panties I was wearing under my
shorts were soaking wet. I also suddenly became aware for the first time just
how excited Dad was, and he was making no effort to hide the bulge that had
appeared in his trousers. I took a couple of steps towards him. Now I wanted him
to see me naked. Teasingly, I undid that final button and slowly opened the
blouse to reveal my nicely tanned cleavage in a white, lace trimmed bra. As I
slipped the blouse from my shoulders I started to sway to the sexy music I could
hear in my head. Dad was just staring at my body, and I could swear he was
salivating. I let my hands caress my tummy, slowly moving them up to the bra
fastener at the front. I moved so that I was right in front of him , looked up
to his eyes and said: " Dad, why don't you undo me " He licked his lips with a
lustful tongue. His hands came up to my bra clasp. He fumbled for a few seconds
the way men do with these things, but at last he got it undone. I turned around
so that my back faced him. I could feel his dick digging into my shorts. I
ordered him to take the straps down from my shoulders. I felt his rough hands on
my soft skin as he obeyed my command. Suddenly the bra fell to the floor and I
was naked from the waist up. I knew at this point that I wanted things to go
further. As a matter of fact I had never felt so randy. I began to wiggle my
bottom against Dad's swelling and ever so slowly turned around to face him. I
used my hands to try and cover as much of my breasts as possible but they're too
big to hide them all. He told me to take my hands away. " Don't worry Daddy ", I
began, " you can see as much of me as you like. I'll be a good little daughter
for you. See, I've kept my promise ". Ever so slowly I moved my hands away. At
the first sight of my nipples, Dad's bulge seemed to grow even bigger. I
caressed my breasts and pushed them up so that they were almost close enough for
me to lick them. I had him under my complete control and the power was such a
turn on. I told him to give me his hands. He did so without ever taking his eyes
from my heaving bosom. I held his palms up to my face and ran my tongue over
them. This got his attention as I hoped it would. " Rub my nipples " I
commanded. I can still remember his hands touch my breasts for the first time
and the effect now is the same as it was then. My nipples went so hard and big
that they could be used for coat hooks , and it was the first time I ever had an
orgasm without a dick in me. I moaned loudly as my body convulsed in pleasure
with Dad's hands mauling my tits till I thought they'd bruise. My knees buckled
under me and I collapsed into Dad's arms. I expected him to hold me up but he
placed his big hands on my shoulders and forced me to kneel on the floor with my
body leaning against the wall and my legs under me. Roughly, he opened my mouth
with two of his short, fat fingers and I knew what was coming next. With his
other hand he fumbled at his trouser zip. Eventually, he got it undone and out
sprang his enormous weapon. It wasn't the longest I had ever seen but it
certainly was the fattest. Without any concern for me he guided it straight into
my open mouth. It was wet with pre cum and this helped me not to gag as he took
hold of the side of my head and fucked me in the mouth. My head stopped banging
against the wall as I became used to the length of his strokes. He was grunting
as his glistening tool slipped easily in and out between my parted red lips. I
wondered how long he had fantasised about doing this to his youngest daughter
and before the day was to end this question was to be answered. Just as I felt
he was about to come he pulled out of me. He took hold of my arm and threw me on
my bed. He pulled off my gym shoes and started to tug at the waistband of my
shorts. I raised my hips to help him and before I knew it I was lying completely
naked on the bed, and my own Dad hovering over me with desire in his crazed
eyes. He took hold of my ankles and lifted my legs so that my knees were almost
touching my face. My wet, swollen pussy lips were gazing up at him. Slowly and
gently now, Dad bent down to my love box. At the first touch of his tongue my
body racked with delight for a second time. As Dad's mouth explored my clit and
delved inside my wet hole I writhed uncontrollably beneath him. As I bucked for
the third time he moved his mouth away. "Beg your Daddy to fuck you properly you
little slut " he said. "I've been a good girl Daddy, please, please put your
dick in me and fuck me till you come " I pleaded. And I meant it too. I'd never
been so horny in all my life. The pleasures of forbidden fruit I guess. The same
must have also been true for Dad because he forced his manhood into me with such
a power that he almost lifted me off the bed. I doubted that Mum had ever had
the fucking he was giving me right now. There was no love involved as he thrust
his meat in and out of my tight little box. He held my hands together above my
head with one of his while his other one clasped my throat. I wasn't choking but
there was no way that I could have gotten away even if I'd wanted to, which I
didn't. "I've wanted to fuck you like this ever since you went to that school
where they made you wear that sexy little uniform " Dad began. " And I know you
were raising your short little skirts on purpose you little prick teaser. So now
I'm giving you ten years backdated fucking and you're going to be my own little
sex slave from now on." Well it came as a surprise that Dad had wanted to take
me that long ago, but now that he had I was willing to do anything for him. When
I told him this it drove him crazy with lust. He lowered his face and his big,
fat lips drooled over mine as his tongue found it's way into my mouth and began
it's exploration. I could taste his saliva but couldn't swallow because of the
lock he had on my neck. Dad's thrusting became faster and deeper and I felt his
knob was going to touch my heart if he wasn't careful. I tried to scream as yet
another orgasm racked through my body, but with his big mouth slobbering over me
no noise came out. After fucking me for ages I felt Dad's body start to tremble
and I could see from the contorted expression on his face that he was seconds
away from coming. He ordered me to open my mouth quickly. I obeyed. He wasn't in
the mood to be argued with. At last he withdrew his dick and positioned it above
my gaping mouth. I imagined how it looked to him. He had given his daughter the
fucking of her life and fulfilled his most secret fantasy to boot. And now he
was balanced above her naked, glistening young body with his dick about to
explode it's juices into her inviting sweet mouth. The girl he had bounced on
his knee as a baby was about to swallow his semen. And then with a groan of
ecstasy it came. Not in a dribble, the way a man comes when sex is over quickly,
but in a thick, forceful stream that indicates sex has been on a man's mind for
a long time. The glutinous, salty liquid hit the back of my throat like it had
come from a hosepipe. Dad released his grip on my neck so that I could swallow
it. There seemed to be gallons of the stuff, but I took it down almost as
quickly as he could produce it. When Dad had squeezed the end of his knob so
that the last few drops fell past my lips, only a small residue dribbled from
the corners of my mouth. I used my now free fingers to give his dick one final
grasp and pushed the cum from around my lips and onto my tongue. Then, slowly I
licked them dry. He stood up and looked down upon his exhausted daughter. "From
now on, I'll take you whenever I want. You'll do what I say, wear what I want
you to wear and fuck who I tell you to fuck. Do you understand ?". " Yes Dad " I
replied "I'll always be your obedient little girl" With that, he wiped his dick
on my discarded panties, threw them on my breasts and left. That was a few years
ago. Since then I've been his sex slave and toy. I've done things that would
disgust most people, but they make me so horny that I think I must be a depraved
,wanton slut. Maybe I'll tell you some of them another time. The moral of the
story is this: For all you fathers reading this, maybe your daughter would like
to take up golf. And for any girls who have been excited by my story ( and what
girl hasn't fantasised about sex with her father ) a little encouragement pays
dividends.
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