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."
"I know Jane. Me too you're my best..."
"No Jen... I am in love with you. Like you've loved your Daddy since you were little. I've wanted you for the longest time, and knowing you're in such a kinky, twisted relationship makes me want you even more. Please talk to your Dad and ask if I can watch? You know we always share everything. I promise I won't tell anyone."
"I don't know what to say..."
"Say yes! Please?"
"OK, I'll talk with Daddy, but no guarantees. Whether he says yes or no, you're not to tell anyone about us."
A smile lit up Jane's face like a Christmas tree, "Cross my heart, Jen. I won't say a word to anyone."
Jen shook her head at the absurdity of the situation and chuckled, "You know, honestly, I think this will turn my Daddy on."
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Later on that night, Jen came home and slipped quietly up the stairs. Reaching her room, she slid out of her clothes and dug in the bag that she'd brought with her. Inside was a red see-through negligee that she'd picked up at Victoria's Secret in the mall that afternoon. It made her feel so sexy and naughty to wear it with nothing underneath. Looking in the mirror, she said to herself,
Oh, Daddy's gonna love this.
She slipped down the stairs once more and peeked into her Daddy's home office. He was sitting there in a robe typing something into the computer. Being as quiet as she could she sneaked up behind him and covered his eyes. "Hi Daddy," she giggled, "I've got a surprise for you. Want to see?" She could feel the muscles of his face move into a smile.
"Sure, angel. What have you got to show me?" he asked.
Jen stepped back slowly as her Daddy turned to watch her. Keeping eye contact, she swayed her hips a bit and made a slow turn to let him see all of her outfit. Once she was facing him again, she got into the position he taught her -- standing straight, arms behind her back, chest out, and legs slightly opened so Daddy could see her swollen, wet pussy lips.
"Mmm, that's hot!" he said, "I don't think I've seen that one before."
"Yes Daddy. It's new. I went shopping today with Jane. You remember Jane?" Jen asked as she remained in position.
"Sure," he said with a smile, "She's cute. I know you've had her over here a few time to watch movies." He stood up and walked in a slow circle around her letting his fingertips wander over the silky fabric that did nothing to hide what was underneath.
"Yes Daddy," Jen said as her body quivered under Daddy's touch. "Daddy..." Jen began, " She knows... about us..."
Daddy stopped, looked at her, and said, in his sternly dominant voice, "And how did she find out?"
Jen looked down and barely audibly said, "She read the text message you sent today...the one about fucking the shit out of me. She also saw what you wrote on my tits."
"Oh really now?" he said as he walked to the chest in the corner of the room.
"Yes Daddy. But that's not all..." Jen said. She knew she had to tell him about Jane's request, not only because Jane asked her to but because deep down she really wanted to.
"What else, slut?" he asked still using his command voice.
"She... um... she said she wants to watch us play."
He stopped for a moment and said, "Hmm. That's an interesting development and not something I'd have expected. What did you tell her?"
"After I got over my shock, I told her I'd have to ask you. I also made her promise to tell no one about us."
"Hmmm, what do you think about it, angel? That's not something I'm going to order you to do if you're not comfortable with it."