Blac Mailed

Black Mailed by Daddy

A Story of Incest

Jahi DeVil

Black Mailed by Daddy

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Disclaimer: This story is erotic fiction. The text is intended for adults only. All characters depicted are 18 years old and older.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons and between characters and real persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Author's Note: This story has graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, including consensual and reluctant incest. Remember: In real life, consent is never a choice. That's why I've written these stories down, so we can enjoy being naughty together in the privacy and comfort of our minds. Thank you for partaking in my smut and remember to bump uglies responsibly!

WARNING!! I must note that this is

EXTREME TABOO EROTICA

.

Turn back if incest, particularly incest between a father and daughter

is offensive to you.

I wrote this book to share my fantasies and secret desires with you, my readers. I hope that you gain as much pleasure from reading them as I do when writing them.

All characters here are fictitious and 18 years of age and older, any resemblance to anyone living or dead is not intentional and merely coincidental.

DEDICATION

I dedicate this book to all of you, my fans, the perverted lovers who support me by buying and reading all my books and short stories. Thank you! Without your support, I wouldn't be here!

When I woke up I thought I was still drunk. Instead of the hangover I expected, I felt like listening to music and dancing, laughing with my friends, that kind of thing. It must have been one hell of a party, but damned if I could remember anything about it. I was home, in my own bed, so one of my friends must have driven me or called me a taxi or something.

I decided not to worry about it, plenty of time to recap on the party later that day when I had the chance to catch up with my friends.

For the time being I would have a shower and then see about getting some food. I grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom.

As I crossed the hallway I heard the TV downstairs. My Mom was away for a couple of weeks visiting sick relatives so my Stepdad, Harvey, must have stayed home from work.

Strange, but what the hell, the guy had to have the occasional Saturday off. I didn't think much of it at the time. He'd been married to my mom for about seven years by then and had almost always worked six day weeks. Harvey was a good provider, I had to give him that.

My Mom had always struggled to make ends meet after my real Dad hit the road, but Harvey took good care of us, especially once they got married and we moved in with him.

He was a smart guy and owned his own software company. It was small in terms of employees but very busy and profitable, which is why he had to dedicate so much time to it.

That's not to say he was never home, or that we never saw him. Somehow he found the time to spend with Mom and I over the years.

He always surprised my mom with little gifts and love letters, she was walking on air most of the time.

He really threw himself into the father role too. I don't think I would have got through high school without all his help on my homework and assignments. He gently guided me, helping me find the answers without just giving them to me. I felt so proud of myself when I had those moments of realization and gave the right answer, he had always insisted on giving me a high-five when I solved a particularly difficult problem.

Sometimes when I compared the last seven years to the seven before that I shuddered. My Mom had to work three crappy jobs so that we didn't live on the street and had enough food. I was forced to be more self-sufficient than any five-year-old should be, and that's the way it was until I was eleven. I could barely remember my real Dad when Harvey married my mom, and his memory had grown even fainter by the time I turned eighteen, a few months earlier. All I remembered was his indifference to me, and that I was glad when he left. Nope, things were a lot better these days.

The shower felt amazing on my body, washing away the last of the sleepiness and leaving just that strange half-drunk buzz I'd woken with. I ran my hands over my large breasts, they'd sprung up almost overnight about a year and a half ago. I was a very late bloomer in that regard, and they gave my formerly petite schoolgirl body some real womanly curves. I was still getting used to them and all the extra attention they brought.

So many boys had tried to get into my panties over the past eighteen months since those drastic changes to my body, it wasn't even funny. All the heavy petting in the back seats of cars, windows fogged up as they pressed their hard bulges against me and groped my new tits outside of my shirt. I'm reasonably sure more than a few of them came in their pants and I know for a fact that they were all disappointed that I would never go any further. I'd made my decision though, I was waiting for somebody who deserved it.

I reluctantly turned off the shower and stepped out on to the bath mat to dry myself.

No longer distracted by the wonderful sensation of the water I felt my hunger return in full force and rushed through the drying process as thoughts of bacon entered my mind. It's just not fair how good it tastes.

Within five minutes I was dressed and ready to raid the kitchen, wearing a simple white singlet and almost-knee-length skirt. I bounded down the stairs and headed for the fridge.

"Morning, Daddy!" I called into the living room "Want some late breakfast? Bacon and Eggs!"

No reply came, but I heard the TV switch off as I rummaged through the contents of the fridge. The eggs were easy enough to find, but they were nothing without bacon, and I knew it was in there somewhere! I heard Harvey step into the kitchen and stop by the doorway.

"Morning!" I chirped without turning around "Hope I didn't wake you when I got in!"

"You don't remember?" he asked and something in his voice made me stop and turn around. He looked pissed off. Like really pissed off.

"Uh... no. Was I noisy with my keys?"

"Put those eggs back, close the fridge." He paused, but as I was too taken off guard to move straight away he raised his voice.

"Now! Right now, Anna. There's something you have to see."

I jumped a little,

startled, and felt my

breasts wobble. Harvey's eyes briefly darted down when I jumped, but every man and boy's eyes did these days, it was like they couldn't help it. I quickly put the eggs back in the fridge, shut the door and walked towards him timidly, my eyes downcast.

Harvey led me to the door that opened into the garage.

"Have a fucking look in here." He said, coldly. I didn't think I'd ever heard him curse in anger before, it was a little scary. What was scarier was the tone of his voice in general, there was something very wrong behind the door, I was sure of it. Without any other choice clear to me, I turned the handle, pushed and looked in the garage.

Carnage. That's the only word that came to mind. My car, the one Harvey and My Mom had paid 90% for on my eighteenth birthday, was pretty much totaled. Scrapes and dents everywhere, bits of trees and plants sticking out of the wheels, black and green fluids had leaked out all over the floor. The cherry on this disaster sundae was our mailbox sticking out of the front grille of my car. Or maybe the cherry was the fact that my car had apparently scraped the entire side of Harvey's when I was parking. Maybe it was a two-cherry sundae. 1 entered the garage and surveyed the damage. I was almost unable to get any words out, such was my shock.

"I... drove myself home?" I squeaked.

"You think?" He replied in that same scary tone. "You're fuckin' lucky you didn't die last night. Look at this shit. Look at it!"

I jumped again when he raised his voice, but this time Harvey managed to stop himself from looking at my bouncing chest and continued with his tirade, sounding like he was just barely holding himself back from a full-blown screaming fit.

"Look what you did to my car! My Dad, my dead Dad, and I restored that from the ground up! He personally removed all the rust from that whole side, painted it, everything!" I began to cry on the spot, big fat tears rolling down my cheeks. It wasn't so much being yelled at, I may have only been eighteen but even that young I knew what I'd done was stupid. What really brought the tears was the thought of how personal the damage was.

Harvey even had pictures on the wall of his home office of his dad and him restoring that old car.

"I'm sorry!" I managed to squeeze out between sobs.

"Not good enough." He said "I'm sick of this. You and your mother, all you do is take, take, take. I work my ass off to try to make a happy, secure home for you two and what do I get? A wife that seems to love my credit cards more than me, and a Saturday morning walking the streets begging the neighbors to send me the bills for repair rather than going to the police."

"I'll pay for the damage!" I blurted out, having no idea what kind of monetary figure we were talking about.

"With what, my checkbook? The devastation you see in this garage just scratches the surface. No. When your mom gets back I'm ending it all. You can start packing your room up. I'll pack her crap. I get nothing out of this arrangement, it's bullshit."

At that, he turned back towards the door to the house. I couldn't believe it. If I'd just heard correctly my mom's second marriage was about to end and a large part of it was my fault.

"Wait!" I called after him and he stopped but didn't look back. "She loves you, really! 1 know she does!"

"I don't think that's true." He said. It was the quietest he'd spoken that day, and I could just make out a sadness to his voice for the first time breaking through the veneer of anger.

"Well, I love you." I said and walked right up behind him, hoping he would turn around, look down at me and everything would be ok again. "Please don't send us away. What can I do?"

Harvey turned and looked down at me, but I could see that everything wasn't ok. Not yet anyway, so I repeated my question as I looked up into his dark eyes.

"What can I do, Daddy?" He was silent for a moment, just looking down at me, and I was reminded of that silly crush I'd had on him when he had just started dating my mom.

How jealous I was of her, being in a relationship with such a handsome, successful man.

My crush had passed as I learned about boys my own age, but something about standing so close and staring into his eyes cast my mind back to those feelings I used to have.

Before I could react, Harvey's hands were on my breasts and he pushed them up and together with his palms, my soft flesh yielding to his grasp. I slapped his hands away in astonishment.

"Daddy!"

"That's what I thought. There's no love in this house for me. Pack your stuff." Once more he turned and walked towards the door. What was I to do? It was all so confusing. Was I to let my mother's marriage fail? Was I to allow the

'Bad old days' to return? On the other hand, this was my Daddy that wanted to grope me, it was so wrong.

I may have stood there with my mouth open debating the issues with myself for God knows how long if our mailbox hadn't chosen that particular moment to release itself from the grille of my car and fall to the concrete floor of the garage with a clang that jolted words from my mouth.

"Wait!" I gulped "It's... It's ok. You can... touch them a little."

Harvey turned back towards me and slowly advanced. I bit my lower lip when he stood at once in front of me. Had I done the right thing? Harvey reached up with both hands, his movements slow and deliberate now that he had my permission. Even so, my own hands instinctively reacted to try and push him away when I felt him cupping my breasts again. I fought to keep them by my side, and somehow managed it. I pushed my shoulders back and my chest consequently swelled forward, pressing my teen tits into Harvey's hands.

Harvey looked down at the front of my top hungrily as he squeezed and rubbed at my chest, watching as my smooth, soft mounds were pressed together and released, pressed together and released. He looked almost mesmerized by them and pressed harder while rubbing his thumbs over the surface of my shirt.

Even through the material of my top and bra I could feel the rubbing on my nipples and couldn't ignore the pleasure it brought me. I opened my mouth and quietly inhaled breath as he continued to rub, but with him pushing so hard I couldn't stand on the spot and took a step back, then another. He followed and continued pushing and groping me until I felt my ass hit the dented door of my car and I could be pushed no further.

I turned my head to the side as his body pressed right up against mine. The whole situation was just so forbidden, so wrong, and some small feeling of shame made me look away, as if by doing so I could make it a secret even to myself but Harvey was now feeling me up as urgently as any of my male classmates had ever done and he was breathing heavily.

I wondered if his heart was beating as fast as mine, which was pounding in my ears, and I felt a dampening in my crotch in response to his manipulations of my chest, as well as being pressed up against my car by his tall, strong body. As if he could sense the change in my pussy he pushed forward with a knee, putting one leg between mine and pressed forward again so my pussy was resting on his muscular thigh, the front of my skirt pushed up and rested on him.

I whimpered as I felt the pressure on my clit, and I was powerless to stop my body from gently rocking my hips back and forth, rubbing the soft material of my panties on the rough material covering his leg. The friction was enough to get my juices flowing even more, and I knew I would be leaving a wet patch on his thigh. I turned my head to face forwards again.

"Daddy, is this enough?" I asked. I was scared where this might head if he said 'no', but I'd never let a boy touch me between my legs before and my body didn't want it to stop.

Harvey stilled his hands and looked back into my eyes. I was surrounded by him, he towered over me, and his smell was all around me.

"I want more." He said, and my body let loose an unspoken internal cheer of triumph. I closed my eyes trying to think of all the reasons why this was wrong, why I couldn't do it.

All the reasons I came up with no longer seemed all that important. What was important was paying Harvey back for changing my mom's and my life, for making up for my idiocy the previous night and saving the happy home I'd had for the past seven years. I'd been saving my virginity for somebody who deserved it, but if Harvey, the man who had cared for me the most in my whole life, didn't deserve it, then who did?

"OK, Daddy, you can have whatever you want." I submitted to him and let myself go.

Immediately he lifted my shirt up over my breasts and exposed my bra. The bra was one that I'd bought about halfway through my growth spurt, and it was too small for me by this time. I really should have thrown it out, but I just hadn't got around to it yet. I was only wearing it because I'd got dressed in such a rush and my tits strained at the supportive underwear, the flesh overflowing slightly, it made my tits look even bigger than they actually were.

Harvey lowered his head to my exposed flesh, licking and kissing me. I felt his rough stubble on my soft skin and squirmed, which only served to rub my pussy on his leg some more and I gasped at the contrasting sensations. I grabbed at his head pulling it into my cleavage, resuming the rocking of my hips and sending electric currents of pleasure into my body.

Harvey raised his head again and grabbed at my shirt once more pulling it up over my head. I raised my arms so he could remove it, but he didn't. Instead, when my shirt was bunched up at my wrists, he twisted the material around and around, tangling me so that 1 couldn't remove my hands or lower my arms.

Holding my arms up with one hand, he reached behind my back with the other and unsnapped my bra with a flick of his fingers.

Grabbing at the garment from between my tits, he lifted it upwards until it too was at my wrists, and he gathered it with his hand that was holding my arms up. For the first time in my life a man was looking at my bare breasts, and I was suddenly nervous. His eyes roamed over my upper body, taking everything in, but he said nothing.

"Are..." I gulped, the words on my lips weren't the kind of question I had imagined myself saying when I first removed my clothes in front of a man. "Are they ok?"

What if he didn't like them? What if he stopped and told my mom and I to move away? His answer dispelled my fears.

"You've got the most amazing body I've ever seen."

With that he pushed backwards with his hand that was restraining my arms, pushing my arms over the roof of my car. It was too high, and I had to raise myself up on to my toes as he kept on pushing. Finally, I felt my hands make contact with the roof. I was fully extended, stretched out backwards, and my large, but perky and youthful, breasts jutted out, as if presenting themselves to him.

Harvey placed his hand on the lower curve of my bare breast and cupped it, raising it slightly while at the same time lowering his mouth to my nipple. I yelped in pleasure when he made contact with his lips, sucking my nipple into his mouth and flicking his tongue across it.

My legs quivered, partly from the strain of staying on the tips of my toes, partly because my pussy was no longer rubbing on Harvey's thigh and my body was instinctively seeking the pleasure it craved. Harvey moved his mouth to my other breast and pinched at the nipple he had just sucked. I yelped again, wishing I could move my hands so I could crush his face into my chest, smother him with my soft flesh and keep his mouth on me for as long as possible.

Harvey raised himself back up to his full height and pressed his body against me completely one more. I felt a hard bulge in his pants pressing into my belly, it was larger by far than any of the bulges I'd felt through the pants of my boyfriends during our petting sessions in their back seats, but I didn't have much time to contemplate it.

"You're such a beautiful girl, Anna." He said quietly, and then bent down to kiss me for the first time. His mouth clamped down on mine, sucking at my lips forcefully, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth, tasting him, and feeling the last of my self-control slip away completely. I needed him, and my body needed a release.

After a kiss that seemed to last forever, our mouths parted and I breathed deeply and quickly, trying to catch my breath in case the next kiss was just as long. My chest raised and lowered with each deep breath, pushing into him then pulling back slightly. My legs continued to quiver, I couldn't take much more of this position.