Cindys Journey Pt 02

Chapter Two

"Hello, Daddy," she said as she saw the call from her father.

"Cindy, I need you to come over here right away," her father said.

"Daddy, I can't right now. I'm on my way home. Can it wait until later? I really do need to get cleaned up!" she said. She just wanted to go home, shower, curl up in bed, and lick her wounds.

Her father sounded a bit put out with her, "No it can't wait. Now get over here as soon as you can. This is important!"

Cindy was shocked. He was talking to her like she was still a teenager, telling her what she would do.

Almost automatically, Cindy said "Yes Daddy. I'll be there within five minutes!"

She knew not to argue with her father when he used that tone of voice. She didn't know what was up, but she knew that her father wanted her there. She began to worry a bit. What did he have to tell her that was so important?

And then, the worst possible scenarios invaded her mind. Was he sick? Did his business go under? And then she remembered her mother dying of cancer, and fear clutched her throat. Could her sweet daddy be dying? She unconsciously speeded up as she neared her father's house.

Her father lived at the end of a cul de sac, set back from the street and hidden by trees, shrubs, and a huge lawn. Mindy drove into the circle in front of the house. She walked into the house, having her key.

"Daddy?" she called out.

"I'm in the den," she heard him answer. She walked down the hallway and into his den. Her father had on a tank top and gym shorts. He owned a major construction company and had built it with his own hands. He was still very muscular, and though a bit of grey had crept into his hair, he was still very handsome. He was standing looking out a window as she entered.

Cindy walked across the room to stand beside her father, who continued looking out over the pool and grounds. Putting her hand on his arm, Cindy softly asked in a scared voice "Daddy, what's wrong?"

Her father turned to face her. He reached out and took her shoulders and then her upper arms in his rough hands, gently holding her. His face was sober as he looked into the beautiful eyes of his daughter.

Now Cindy was really frightened. Her father was acting strange. "Oh PLEASE, Daddy...Tell me what's wrong!! Please"

"Cindy, are you and Howard having troubles?" her father softly asked her.

Cindy paused for a moment. She didn't want to lie to her father. She had tried a few times, but she had always confessed, and she had learned to simply tell him the truth.

"Well Daddy, I guess we are having troubles. But all marriages go through troubled times. We'll get through it." She said. "Why are you asking me about my marriage?" she said.

"Let me make a guess...I'm guessing that Howard isn't...satisfying you. Am I right?" He was looking into her eyes, and Cindy felt like a bug pinned to a mat.

She blushed, wondering if he was referring to sex. "Oh, well...you mean...uh, you mean like...physically?"

"Yes, Cindy. I'm talking about sex. Howard doesn't satisfy you sexually, does he?" her father said, almost sadly.

Cindy was blushing furiously. Sex had always been a kind of taboo subject. Though her father had raised Cindy since her mom died when she was 11, they had not discussed sex. She had found out through school programs and the girls' locker room.

Dropping her eyes, which suddenly felt very moist, she whispered "No. No Daddy, he doesn't."

She felt a pain shoot through her heart, for she realized for the first time that she was NOT happy with Howard, especially sexually.

"Well Cindy, I'm worried about you." her father said. Cindy lifted her face and looked him in the eyes, love on her face.

"Oh Daddy, don't worry about me, I'll be OK," she said bravely. It was so sweet of him to worry about her.

"No Cindy, you won't be OK. Howard isn't taking care of your needs, and I'm afraid that you are going to get yourself in a great deal of trouble because of it," her father said, almost harshly.

She felt a stab of fear as she said "W-What do you m-mean, Daddy?"

"Today I got a phone call from an old friend, a guy I was in the army with. You've met him a couple of times, but you probably don't remember him. His name is Ted Draper."

Cindy was confused. Why was her father mentioning an old army buddy? She was perplexed for approximately five seconds. And then she realized who Ted Draper was. He owned Ted's bar, and he had been the one she had seen just before she left the bar.

Cindy looked at her father with wide eyes, shamed beyond belief. Her father continued to hold her upper arms as he stared at his daughter.

"Ted said that you just put on a show for his customers. Cindy, he said that YOU WERE LETTING SOME ASSHOLE FINGER FUCK YOU WHILE THE WHOLE DAMN BAR WATCHED!" her father's voice shouted at her.

Cindy felt herself grow dizzy. She was humiliated beyond belief. Her father knew about her afternoon! She was shocked at his language, for he had always talked and behaved without ever using vulgarity. Huge tears welled up in her beautiful blue eyes.

"Oh, Daddy...I...I'm so sorry for hurting you!"

And with a start, she realized that she cared much more for what her Daddy thought than what Howard thought. She felt tears streak down her cheeks as she stood before him.

"Cindy, I've been trying to decide what to do. Maybe I should tell Howard what happened. He is your husband, after all."

"Oh Daddy, please don't tell Howard."

She was not happy with Howard, but she was not prepared to end her marriage, and she knew Howard well enough to know that his pride would never accept that another man was more attractive to her than him.

"Please Daddy, don't tell Howard. It wouldn't help anything, it would just make him divorce me."

Though her eyes were red, she looked so vulnerable and beautiful to her father.

"I know it wouldn't help anything. But I've got to do something. Cindy, do you know how bad this could have been? You could have gotten pregnant, or even contracted a disease! What were you thinking?" he somberly said to her, gently shaking her as he talked.

Cindy sobbed "I wasn't thinking Daddy. I've just been so...so lonely, and so frustrated! Howard barely touches me anymore, and sometimes I want to be touched and caressed and held so badly...I...I just don't know."

Sighing deeply, he said "I do understand. You see Cindy, when your mother died, I knew that I had to raise you and give you a chance to have what you wanted. I always thought what you needed was to have one man to love and who you could be happy with. But I guess you are more like your mother than I had thought!"

Cindy felt confused. What did her father mean? "Mother? Daddy, what do you mean? You did a wonderful job of raising me. What does Mom have to do with it?"

"I loved your mother very much, honey, but your mother was a hot assed bitch, a slut who wanted to be fucked all the time. Hell, I think that I fucked her every single day of our married life, sometimes three or four times. And I just thought that you were different than her."

Cindy was shocked! Her mother...a slut? "Oh, Daddy...I didn't know that about Mom."

Her father seemed to shake himself and come to a decision. Looking at her with piercing eyes, he said "Cindy, I can't let you go on allowing strange men to use your body. It's too dangerous. But I can't tell Howard either. I agree that he would probably divorce you. So I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands. If I promise not to tell Howard, I want your word that you will do what I tell you to do. It will be for your own good. Do you agree?"

Cindy couldn't think of anything her father could do that would make a difference. She cringed inside figuring that he was going to enroll her in some kind of psychotherapy BS. But she knew that she'd agree to it. She really didn't have any choice. And she reluctantly admitted that letting her father take control gave her a feeling that everything would turn out OK.

Cindy nodded her head and said "OK Daddy. I'll do what you want if you'll not tell Howard."

Her father looked at her for several moments and then said, "Very well, Cindy. Now, I'm going to call Ted and make sure that none of this gets out. He's going to have a little chat with your asshole friend and you'll never see him again. While I'm talking to Ted I want you to go upstairs to my bedroom and wait for me."

Cindy was puzzled why her father was sending her to his room, but she was so immersed in her relief that Howard wouldn't find out about her meeting with Raymond that she didn't question him. She climbed the stairs and walked to her father's room. Of course, it was immaculate. Her father had always been somewhat anal, and he always made his bed the first thing after getting up in the morning.

While she waited, Cindy examined the books on the library shelf along one wall. There were all kinds of classics. But Cindy was shocked to see that there were some pornographic books as well. She was surprised. Her father had not had any of these when she was at home. She wondered if he had just hidden them very well. She opened the cabinet under the big TV, and again she was surprised to see several pornographic videos, showing semi-naked women on the front. WOW! Her Daddy certainly seemed to have not lost his libido over the years.

When she heard him coming, she closed the cabinet door and stood waiting. Her father entered the room and then turned and closed the door. She felt a tingle of apprehension when she saw him turn the lock. He turned back around to face her, leaning against the door.

Cindy didn't say anything but just stood there. Her eyes grew wide when she saw that her father was not looking her in the eye, but rather he was examining her body. She couldn't believe it. Her father was checking her out! She blushed a bright red from his frank examination. She was ashamed when she felt her body reacting to his gaze. She felt warmer and her boobs began to ache. She felt the moistness developing between her legs. This was unbelievable.

Finally, her father said, "Cindy, take off your dress!"

"W-What did you say? Take my DRESS off?" Cindy stammered as she tried to understand if she heard him correctly.

Almost irritably, he said "Yes, I told you to take your dress off. Now hurry up!"

Cindy stood looking at her father, her mouth open, her beautiful blue eyes wide open in shock. "Daddy, I-I don't understand." she began to say.

"We agreed that you would obey me. And I expect you to do that very thing. I am not going to tell Howard what you did. But I'm not going to have my daughter being pawed over and put at risk by men who only want to get into your panties. I know you need to be fucked, and I'm going to take care of that need. Now get your dress off!"

Cindy could now clearly see the desire behind her father's stare. A shudder of fear caused her to shake. Or was it fear? She was so confused. This wasn't like her strict father, the one who had preached morality to her as she grew up.

"Daddy, you...you mean that you...you want to...to have SEX with me?" she asked him incredulously.

Almost to himself, her father said "If I'd only known you were like your mother. All those 6 years ago, when you were 18 and primed for a solid fucking, no doubt. Hell, I thought you were scared of sex. If I'd known what a hot-assed nature you had, I'd have taught you all about it. Now, Cindy, this is the last time I'm going to tell you. Get out of the damn dress or I'm going to call Howard."

Cindy knew that she had no choice. She was stunned at the revelation that her father not only wanted to have sex with her but that he would have done so during her High School senior year if he'd known about it!

She felt incredibly shameful as she meekly said "Uh...OK, Daddy. I-I'll do what you say!"

She looked at the floor to avoid having to look in her father's eyes as she reached behind her back. She was so nervous that she had trouble getting the fastener undone. She fumbled for several seconds before the catch was released.

"Stop!" she heard her father say. She looked up at him, thinking that she had been given a reprieve.

"I see that I'm going to have to train you, Cindy. Whenever you are alone with a man, you will look into his face. Don't look at the floor or turn your face away. Look at his eyes. Now, continue to take your dress off, but you look at my face."

Cindy felt humiliated, but she obediently looked into her daddy's handsome face as she pulled the zipper behind her down to the top of the swell of her bottom. She took the thin straps of her sun dress and slowly pushed them down off her shoulders, holding onto them for an instant before whimpering and letting the top of her dress fall to her waist.

Her dress hung around her waist, but her bra-covered breasts were exposed to her father's eyes. She had on a teal strapless bra that fastened in the front between the very full twin cups. She saw that her father's eyes glittered as he looked at the full mounds of her breasts behind her bra. Her cleavage was deep, and her tanned skin looked wonderful to him. Though she was supposed to look into her father's eyes, she couldn't help glancing at the bulge that was growing between his legs. She felt a wave of dizziness and a shameful thrill of licentious pleasure. There was little doubt that her father was aroused. But it was WRONG! She loved her father, and she would do anything for him. She shouldn't be doing this, and she REALLY shouldn't be getting any pleasure from being forced to undress for him.

Knowing she had to continue, Cindy pushed the blue material of her dress off her hips, and with a whisper, it fell in a pool to the floor. Cindy had never felt so embarrassed before in her life. Her father was looking at her long beautiful legs and the matching bikini teal panties.

Her father walked over to his bed and sat on the edge. "Come over here and stand between my legs!" he ordered her.

Taking a deep breath, Cindy obeyed her daddy. She felt sick with shame for her father's eyes were bright as he examined her semi-naked body. She knew what he was going to say before he said it.

"Take off your bra and show Daddy your sexy boobs, like a good Daddy's little girl!"

Cindy quivered at his words. No longer was she a married housewife. Instead, she was once again in her daddy's home, a teenager full of the yearnings of a highly developed sexual being. And her daddy wanted to look at her titties. And with a sob of humiliation, she knew that she was going to enjoy it!

Slowly, her hands moved to her bra. She took the two sides and unclasped the holder. She looked into her father's eyes and then let the ends go. Her bra snapped apart falling to the floor behind her. And Cindy was now standing in front of her father exposing her naked breasts to him.

Her Daddy couldn't believe how gorgeous her breasts were. They were perfectly rounded, and her nipples were a dark pink color in the middle of light brown areolas. Damn, she was gorgeous!!

She held her breath as her father reached forward with his hands, and then loudly groaned when he lifted and cupped her tit flesh, his fingers playing with her nipples in the same way that Raymond had. Cindy could feel the sizzling sensations, her nipples were so hotly sensitive. She put her hands on her father's shoulders as his hands began working on her breasts.

Her mouth was open, and she sobbed "Ohhhh Daddy...noooooooo, d-don't do this!!!"

But of course, her father ignored her pleas. She shouldn't be enjoying this, but she couldn't keep back the wave of lust that wracked her body as her daddy pinched and pulled on her throbbing nipples, rolling them between his fingers and stirring the pot of liquid heat that was building between her legs.

Cindy held her breath as she watched her father lean forward, his mouth opening. A loud sob of humiliation and pleasure erupted when she felt her nipple being surrounded by her father's wet, hot mouth. Immediately, she felt him suckling her and it was like an electric wire had been shoved deep into her pussy.

She was barely aware when her father's hands moved behind her. His fingers slowly moved under her panty line and he cupped her two ass cheeks, squeezing them as he suckled his daughter's breast. Cindy's sexual experience was limited to Howard's fumbling and Raymond's few minutes of arousing her. She had no idea that having her ass squeezed and played with could feel so good. And of course, she was experiencing for the first time the joy of having a man lick, suck on and gently nibble the throbbing hardness of her aroused nipple.

For several minutes Cindy's father enjoyed sucking first one and then the other of her beautiful breasts as he massaged the incredible firmness of her ass.

Cindy was feeling dizzy and weak as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, growing stronger by the second.

Her father closed his teeth on the long nub of a nipple, holding an inch of it inside his mouth. He began lashing it with the rough surface of his tongue over and over, round and round. As he did that, his fingers moved together and delved inside the deep crevice separating her ass cheeks.

When Cindy felt a probing finger arrive at the pucker of her anus, she almost screamed from the combination of pleasures that were assaulting her young flesh. She had no idea that her asshole was so sensitive, and when she felt the tip of one of her father's fingers beginning to worm inside, her mouth opened and she loudly screamed as an incredible orgasm captured her body.

Cindy would have fallen to the floor if her father had not had hold of her. As it was, she cried, sobbed, and writhed as her father continued sucking her tit and fingering her asshole. Her orgasm lasted thirty seconds, and then she weakly collapsed forward into her father's arms in a semi-swoon.

When she became aware of her surroundings again, she felt her panties being pulled down her thighs. She was flat on her back, and her father was stripping the last protection from her body.

"Roll over and get on your knees," her father said.

Cindy's body was still pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure as she turned over and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. She was immediately flooded with a feeling of humiliation. This was the most obscene position she had ever been in. Her father was standing behind her looking at her wide-spread body. She knew that he could see the wet slit of her pussy as well as the tight pucker of her anus. And she was simply kneeling there, mutely offering him her body.

When she felt the bed shake, she knew her father was climbing on the bed behind her. She felt his hands on her hips and mentally prepared herself to be entered. She had heard about sex in the "doggie" position, but Howard had refused to do anything other than the straight missionary position. No foreplay, just get on and pump for a few minutes, cum, and get off.

And so Cindy couldn't help but be excited even as she felt degraded by the position she was in. She held herself ready to be mounted. Yes, that was it, she was going to be mounted like an animal! The thought made her groan with shame.

Cindy almost shrieked, however, when she felt a warm wetness directly on her wetly swollen pussy lips. It was then that she noticed the dresser mirror and the reflection of the bed. She could see herself kneeling slavishly, her bottom high in the air and her breasts hanging onto the bed. Her hair was spread out on the bed, but what drew her attention was the sight of her widespread ass and her father's face buried between her cheeks. He was LICKING HER!!! She knew of oral sex, but Howard had said it was dirty and refused to give or receive it.

"Ohhhhhhhh my gooooddd, Daddddyyy!" she whined as she began waving her ass, pushing her hips back as her Daddy's thick tongue licked up and down, stabbing in and out of her. It was thrilling! He began rubbing his thumb back and forth across her clit, making her moan and groan. A minute later, she felt him push two of his fingers deep inside her and begin sawing in and out, fingering her sopping wet pussy as he continued diddling her clit. Cindy was shaking with lust, her body reacting naturally to her father's ministrations.