Daddy’s Girl_(0)

Daddy’s Girl – A Father’s Desires Series

Chapter 1

It started shortly after my mother had died in a car crash, on my eighteenth birthday. The night of her funeral to be exact. My father wasted no time. We had returned home from the service and my father took me into the living room. We sat on the couch and watched TV as he held me close and rubbed his hand up and down my side. He would slide all the way up to my budding breasts and let his fingers gently graze them before sliding down to my thigh and rubbing in between my legs. I felt uncomfortable but was too embarrassed to say anything. I believed he was just being close since my mother had left us. Slowly he got up and put a tape into the VCR and paused it with the remote as he sat back down on the couch.

“Mary, we need to have a talk baby.” He said turning towards me while reaching his hand out to caress my side again. “Since your mother is gone. You have to take her place in the family. Okay?” I gave no answer as I looked up at him with a puzzled look. He barely waited for a response before continuing. “You will have to do all the things mommy used to do. Like cook and clean, and take care of me.” His hand grazed my left breast as he finished. I looked down and watched as one of his fingers semi-circled my now stiffening nipple. I couldn’t say anything back, I just sat with my head down afraid to move. “There are things mommy used to do for daddy that you may not want to. But you have to do them, okay baby?” I continued looking down at the couch cushion paralyzed, unable to process anything. He grabbed my chin and pulled my face up. I slowly raised my eyes to meet his. “Okay baby?” He asked again this time with a slightly sharper tone. I shook my head in agreement even though I didn’t know what I was agreeing to. “Let’s watch this. This video is about what mommies and daughters do to take care of daddies. It’s very important that you pay attention and watch.” He said as he patted me on the head with one hand and reached out to press play with the other.

I continued looking towards my father as I began to hear music playing. Some woman began breathing heavy and making hurt noises. My father grabbed me and pulled me next to him and then turned my head towards the TV. I felt his hand slide from my hair down to my chest as he gently cupped my right breast. My ears began to ring and everything looked distorted. But eventually my eyes focused on the television and I could see a woman kissing a man’s penis. Putting it into her mouth and choking on it. I pulled my head away and turned it towards my right. My father took it in his hands again and forced me to turn back towards the television. “You have to watch it Mary! Don’t look away again!” He growled at me as he returned his hand to my breast, this time grabbing it harder. I began to feel his hand moving in a circular motion. Kneading and groping at my soft flesh. I looked towards the TV and the woman was still kissing the man’s penis and making loud choking noises. I felt like I was going to throw up. As I watched in horror the smell of tuna drifted into my nose. It was strong and pungent. I looked down and saw my father moving his hand up and down above his pants. I squinted my eyes and saw his penis in his hands. I immediately turned my head in shock. It was the first time I had ever saw my father’s penis. Again his hand lifted from my breast and turned my head back towards the TV. “I’m not telling you again girl!” He snapped. His hand began caressing my side now, working it’s way towards my thigh as he brought it back down. The smell coming from his cock was so strong I began to breath through my mouth in a vain effort to block it out. But It only felt like I was tasting it. I felt his left hand grab my left wrist and I jumped from fright. “Calm down.” He laughed as he encircled his fingers around my wrist and pulled my arm towards him. I yanked it back realizing he was pulling it towards his penis. I fought with all of the strength in my arm, but he tightened his grip around my wrist and forced me anyway.

“Stop! You’re hurting me!” I frantically whispered, unable to make my voice louder. He squeezed my waist tighter into him as he pushed my hand down into his crotch. I felt a wet fleshy object against the palm of my hand. It felt like warm sticky rubber. I closed my eyes as a feeling of dread washed over me. He moved my hand and fingers, forcing me to wrap my hand around his stiff penis. I was shocked at how it was soft yet seemed hard as a rock at the same time.

“Now don’t let it go!” He growled at me as he slowly released his hands and returned them to my body. “Jack it, move your hand up and down on it like the girl on TV.” I looked at the TV and saw a woman moving her hands up and down a penis much larger than my father’s while she sucked on the end of it, barely able to get it in her mouth. My stomach turned, dreading that he might try to make me do that. I obeyed my father mindlessly and began to move my hand up and down on his penis. His skin seemed to move with me as I caressed him. I felt sticky wetness building on the top of my hand which made me gag. My father looked at me and laughed. Suddenly his hand slipped under my shirt and I felt his hand on my bare stomach. My body went stiff as I felt him moving up my body towards my chest, I couldn’t even breath. Slowly I felt it brush across my stiff nipple and the room began to spin. I fell back on the couch, faint, as my body unwillingly gasped for air. I quickly regained myself and sat back up. My father took the opportunity and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me to the floor. He scooted me in between his legs and then started brushing my brown hair out of my face. I looked up and saw his fat ugly penis less than a foot from my face.