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A Daughter's Promise Ch. 1
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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