A Daughter's Promise 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, Pandu, 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 Pandu 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. Pandu 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 Pandu 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 Pandu 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 Pandu was to come
back.? Dad walked past me and picked up the bedside phone. Then I
heard him say " Hi Pandu, 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.


