Super brief recap of the story so far:
Mandy is an 18 year old girl who is experiencing a bit of a dilemma. She has an extremely high sex drive, which leads her to compulsive masturbation and a rather broad taste in porn. There is also a hint she may be bisexual. At the same time, she is very inexperienced and is not attracted to boys her age. When her father succumbs to a taboo temptation, she begins to explore her sexual desires in greater depth - becoming a willing submissive, performing virtually any sex act her father requests.
The story picks up the morning after Mandy was instructed to allow two strangers to have sex with her in a public bathroom while her father watched and eventually joined.
All persons are at least 18 years of age and no character or situation is based in reality.
One other note: Mandy - Parts 1 thru 6 are written in first person, from the perspective of Daddy (i.e., Jerry). In the interest of plot and character development, the story moves forward from this point in third person.
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Jerry woke up alone for the first time in days, and his heart immediately felt his daughter's absence. He lay in bed, looking at the ceiling as he contemplated what had transpired, the truly dark path he'd taken his beloved daughter down, and what to do next.
He examined his heart and his conscience, and found, somewhat to his surprise, that he had no regrets. He loved his daughter dearly and she had been a very willing participant, but surely what they had done would be considered wrong by anyone's standards. On the other hand, he knew that given the same choices in the moments when those choices presented themselves, he would have done exactly what he did. Furthermore, he was sure that Mandy would say the same.
Nevertheless, he thought he should do something special for his special girl. He didn't want her to come to think of their relationship as purely sexual, nor to think of herself as merely a sex object.
Jerry and Mandy both had always been early risers, but as Jerry crept past Mandy's bedroom on his way to the kitchen to make coffee, her room seemed quiet. He silently opened the door to peek in.
To his surprise, she was not in the room and her bed was neatly made. At first, he thought perhaps she had just gotten up before him and was waiting in the kitchen; probably already had the coffee going. Then, he noticed a piece of lined notebook paper on the pillow, on which was written a note:
"Dear Daddy,
First of all, don't worry. I love you very, very much, and I'm not mad about anything that's happened. I just need a day or two to myself to think. I need to figure some things out and just need the space and time to do it.
Please don't worry,
I love you,
Mandy
PS - I think I more than love you. That's the problem."
Jerry read the note three times, his heart dropping lower each time. To begin with, just the fact of her absence created an emptiness in him. Secondly, despite her admonition not to worry, he did. Had he been wrong? Had she been less willing a participant than he had led himself to believe? Was she going to spill the beans to her mother? The police? A trusted friend? The note seemed to indicate otherwise, but his apprehension remained.
He sat on her bed and looked at the empty space his daughter had once occupied. He laid down and rested his head on her pillow. With a deep breath he took in her lingering scent. It was musky and sweet. It was her body and her hair and her sex.
He recalled the moment she had looked lovingly into his eyes and asked him to make love to her. He remembered with a clarity that was both wonderful and terrifying, the moment he had entered her, had felt her warm wetness, heard her gasp as she felt his cock inside her for the first time. He remembered the taste of her, the almost overwhelming stimulation at seeing and touching her small breasts, the sensation of flicking his tongue over her hard nipples...
Then he recalled how willing she had been to be bent over his knee and spanked; how quickly her pussy had become wet as she received his discipline; how amenable she had been to being treated like a cheap slut.
After some time, he left his daughter's bed and went to retrieve his phone, in hopes that perhaps Mandy had texted him. She had not.
There was nothing else to do but get ready for the office and go to work as though nothing unusual was happening. He thought about texting Mandy's mom to see if she'd seen her, but quickly rejected that idea - no sense throwing up any red flags.
Utterly distracted, he walked through the entire day as if his body was simply a machine that he was operating. He felt completely disconnected from the world, for there was, he realized, no world for him without Mandy.
He and Mandy had always been close. After his drive to build a successful business enterprise had led to the estrangement from his wife, he had redoubled his effort and determination to strengthen his relationship with his daughter. He knew a few divorced men who turned into mere weekend warriors with their kids, and he had vowed never to allow that.
Still, he realized that they hadn't talked about sex much, if at all. He had left that to her mother. He knew she'd had a few boyfriends here and there, and he knew she was loved and admired by her peers, not only for her stunning beauty, but also for her simple down-to-earth charm and humility. If she was aware that she was one of the most attractive girls at school, she never behaved like it, had never thought of herself as above or below anyone, and had been just as comfortable on the chess and math teams as she was on the cheerleading squad. She truly was a remarkable little girl who had grown into an amazing young woman.
Suddenly, another realization hit him like a truck, and his mouth dropped open in shock. He didn't just love Mandy, he was IN love with her! A flood of emotion washed through him, and in that moment he knew - he knew - he was willing to give up anything, risk losing everything to be with her; to be her father, lover, boyfriend, partner, confidante... He wanted to be her everything, and he would go to any length necessary.
And then, the end of her note suddenly made more sense: "I think I more than love you. That's the problem." She must have discovered similar feelings, but if that was the case, why had she run away?
As the truth of these thoughts cascaded through his awareness, her absence became the more agonizing, his longing for her the more torturous.
Eventually, there was nothing to do but get up and get ready for the office. He moved through his day like an automaton, numb and faintly oblivious. More than once his partner, Tim, asked him if everything was all right. Jerry merely nodded and passed it off with a mumble in the affirmative.
He returned home, hoping and praying that Mandy was there. He was aching to take her in his arms, kiss her passionately, feel her small warm body pressed against him... but the house was empty.
He went into her her room, sat once again on her bed and imagined her laying naked, massaging her erect nipples, and opening her legs, beckoning him to fuck her again.
It was too much. He put his head in his hands and wept.
At that moment, the door opened, and there she was. She closed the door softly behind her as her father raised his tear-stained face to her in surprise.
"Dad?" she said, "Are you ok? Shit, that's a dumb question since you're crying. Is it me? I hurt you didn't I? I wasn't trying to, Dad. I love you. More than you know. Much more than you know, and I... I... I am talking too much. Sorry."
