This is a work of fiction. The characters and events in this story are not based on real life.
I am a new writer to the site and this is my first series. I wrote it alongside with my Dom Daddy, Gnash58. It was a lot of fun and I hope you have fun reading it! I would suggest you read Chapter 1 first.
Chapter 3 is in the works
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The campus food court was packed and noisy but Jane and Jen were able to find a table in the corner away from most of the hubbub. Soon they were busy catching up on classes and the latest boy drama.
Pausing in their gossip session for a moment, Jen asked, "Do you want something to drink?"
"I'm good, thanks," Jane replied.
"OK, I'll be right back, " Jen said as she got up and go to get a drink. When she came back, her jaw dropped as she saw her friend looking through her phone messages.
Jane turned to look at her friend with a shocked expression on her face and said, "Jen.... Is there....is there something you need to tell me.... about your father?"
Jen stood there speechless for a second, but decided to try to play innocent, "I don't know what you are talking about," she said as she took her seat and quickly grabbed her phone from her friend.
"Really? So a text from your dad saying 'I can't wait to fuck the living shit out of that pussy of yours tonight' is just some kind of joke?"
Jen went quiet and stared down at her plate.
"I thought you were still a virgin... and with your
Dad!?
" she continued, "We tell each other everything!"
"I... I... d-don't know what to say Jane..." After a pause, Jen whispered softly, "I love him."
"What?"
Jen looked up at her friend with a tear tracing its way down her cheek, "I.
Love
. Him"
"What the
hell
, Jen? I love my dad too but that doesn't involve him 'fucking the living shit out of me'!"
"You don't understand... I am
in love
with him... not just as a daughter, but as a woman, I have been since I was 15. We didn't have sex then or anything, but the feelings were there."
"What?! I never knew about this!"
"It's not something I could really tell you about, you know?" Jen said vehemently. Then she looked down at her plate and let her hands drop to her lap, feeling ashamed. At this angle, Jane could get a view down her friend's blouse and was able to see some of the writing her Daddy had left on her.
"Does that say what I think it does?!"
Jen sat up quickly and put her hands to her chest hiding the words from view.
"Holy shit Jen! You have 'Daddy's Slut' on your tits! Oh my God, Jen. Oh my
God
!" Jane paused for a second before quietly asking, "Umm...Do you have more?"
Jen looked at her friend with a confused expression and said, "What?"
"Do you have more stuff written on you?"
Glancing around to make sure no one else could see, Jen sighed and pulled her shirt aside to reveal that her other tit had "My Daddy owns me" written on it.
"Jen... That is... That is just... So
hot!
Twisted as fuck, but hot as hell."
Jen sat there with a look on her face of half shock and half embarrassment.
"Your daddy
owns
you?"
"Yes," Jen answered quietly, "Heart. Body. And soul. I am his submissive"
"Wait, you mean like BDSM?!"
"In a way, yes. I am his. All his. I serve him in any way I can and am told to. It is not as rough as the extremes because he does treat me like a person and loves me like I love him "
The silence stretched out for a long moment, then Jane whispered, "Can... can I watch?"
"
Jane!
... Do you know what you just said?"
"Yes... I just asked if I could watch you fuck your Dad. I want to watch your wet pussy being filled with your Dad's big, thick cock. I want to see those luscious tits bounce as you ride him. I want to..."
Jen interrupted her friend's increasingly graphic descriptions to say, "Hold on... You're not disgusted? I mean, I am fucking the man that made me. I am swallowing the very seed that gave me life. I am in love with my Daddy. He owns me. He even ties me up and spanks me!"
"Oh fuck Jen, you are turning me on!" Jane said as her breasts rose and fell as she breathed harder. She paused for a moment and then reaching a decision, blurted out, "Jen, I love you."