Desire and Confusion

Disclaimer: This work of fiction contains incest between a father and a daughter. The characters in this work are all fictional and at least eighteen (18) years of age or older. This work also contains extreme breath play and sadomasochism. The author does not condone the activities with in this fictional work. If you don't like it, please do not read it.

Sunday morning I woke up very early since I had fallen asleep so early the night before. The first light of dawn dimly lit my room, making the pinks and baby blue hues a wash of grey. It felt like a dream, half faded and obscured by the rush of fear that followed the incestuous events. But when I lifted the sheets off my body, the smell that drifted up from my pussy made it all a reality. It was the smell of daddy's cum rotting inside me. It was the smell of my bed, still damp with my juices. All the memories of the previous evening came rushing into my head. I remembered the feelings too, both physical and emotional. The forceful way that daddy took me and the arousal that it sparked inside me. I enjoy being in control over everything in my life like my school grades, my lifestyle, my diet, my appearance to some extent, my friends and boyfriends. Up until last night I thought I had control of daddy too. I knew what outfits drew his attention. I knew how to get money out of him. He spoiled me, and I controlled it. Then he ripped that control from me. It was breathtaking and exhilarating to relent to his whim. It was also humiliating and demeaning, though part of me wondered if that only added to my arousal.

"Does humiliation turn me on or the loss of control?" I wondered in a whisper to myself as I pondered the previous evening.

Perhaps it was the purely perverse nature of it all that made me hot.

"The incest? No... it's all of those things." My hand roamed over the damp spot on my bed as I sat up naked and sticky with yesterday's sweat. There was a small circular crusty spot where my crotch had been.

I'm going to have to wash my sheets today,

I thought as I stared at the spot which I could only think to be some of daddy's cum. My thoughts wandered from one topic to the next.

He wants me to stop the birth control and fuck his friends. What if I get pregnant? Do I really want a baby? Having his baby, daddy's baby... Yeah... That would be hot. Risky, reckless and stupid yet still sooo hot... in a perverse way. Wow! I suppose I am officially a pervert now. I might become a mother one day soon too. A mother... shit... MOM!

Guilt overwhelmed me and I began to cry. I love my mother and I suddenly felt terrible about what I had done to her.

Why didn't I think of her while daddy was seducing me, while I was bending over the kitchen counter flashing him my pussy. I could see her out the window but...

I cried for a few minutes, but I had to pee really badly, so I gathered myself up. I wrapped myself in my bathrobe, a long pale pink fleece that was so warm and soft and fluffy. It instantly comforted me as I tied the fabric round my body. I let out a sigh, turned on the lights and went to the mirror to dry my eyes. I looked like a train wreck. My hair was scraggly and my makeup smeared and running down my face. Finally I quickly picked out something to wear for the day, a pair of light blue denim shorts and a simple black tank top, and then I made my way to the bathroom across the hall. I peed and left my clothing on the counter while I went down to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I could smell the eggs cooking as I descended the stairs. I wasn't surprised, daddy was always up early. Although I hesitated walking into the kitchen, I knew I should tell daddy how I felt about mom.

The dimmable recessed lights in the kitchen were on full blast along with the light above the stove. The sudden brightness hurt my eyes and I squinted as I walked into the kitchen. "You're up early," daddy said. "And you look like you've been crying."

For some reason I found it difficult to make eye contact with him, as if I were ashamed of myself. Yet I forced myself to express my emotions openly and honestly, I knew it was for the best. "I feel guilty... you know... about mom. I feel like we cheated on her."

Daddy was standing over the frying pan and he chuckled, "Trust me. You don't need to." I looked at him puzzled and confused. He answered before I could ask, "I suppose you've never figured out that she and I have an open marriage."

"You mean..."

"...we fuck other people," he finished as he flipped his omelet. "We have for years now, ever since we moved into this house. I'm surprised you never figured it out on your own."

A smile came to my face, astounded though very relieved. "Then why can't we tell her?"

"She's... She wouldn't like it. Aside from our open marriage, she is very traditional when it comes to sex. Anything out of the ordinary..." He looked at me, "Well you get the point. Besides, one of the ground rules your mother wants is that neither of us is to speak to each other about their dates in anyway."

I tried to piece it all together in my head.

Most Friday nights my father goes out for guy's night out and most Saturday nights my mother goes out for ladies night out. They always get home so late. Mom is always coming home late from work too. She must be doing some guy there. How could I have known unless they admitted it? Hmph... The phone calls, men calling for my mother, women for my father, never the other way around. He's right. I should have noticed that. I must have been too absorbed in...

"Do you have any other regrets," daddy asked startling me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Regrets, about what we did?" Daddy had to reiterate.

A grin found its way to my face and I answered, "No way! Are you kidding? It was amaizing! I've never had that happen before."

With a confident smirk daddy said, "I noticed," as he plopped his omelet onto a plate and sat at the table he fucked me on the evening before.

He began to eat and I felt like the conversation was at an end even though there seemed to be so much more we should be talking about. I sipped my water and stared at him. Finally I said, "I should go shower before mom gets up. I stink thanks to you."

"I noticed that too," He replied, "even over these eggs. Come here."

I sauntered across the kitchen swaying my hips sexily. I could suddenly sense a building sexual energy between us as the seconds passed. When I got close enough he ran his hand up my thigh and shoved his middle finger between my lips and hooked it inside me. He twisted it and then pulled it out. Finally he brought it to my mouth. I parted my lips just enough to accept his finger. "Mmm," I moaned as I tasted the mustiness of my used unwashed cunt.

"Good girl," daddy commented, "Now drop the robe."

"What about mom," I questioned. "I thought you wanted to keep a low profile?" My voice sounded condescending and patronizing, a natural reaction to my father's misgivings throughout the years.

So I was surprised when his hand met my face in an audible 'SMACK'. It was hard enough that I felt it sting, but not so hard that it would leave a mark, I knew. The sly smile wiped clean off my face yet a tingle of excitement birthed and grew in my genitals. Quickly I untied my robe and let it drop to the floor while daddy lectured me with power and dominance in a loving way. "Did I fucking ask you what you thought? No. When I want your thoughts I will ask. I can see you will need some discipline if we're to continue."

I just stood there naked, moisture beginning to develop in my crotch. "You look hot," daddy said after another bite of his omelet and sip of his water clouded with creatine, glutamine, and other powdered amino acids.

"I just woke up. I look like shit." My contradiction of his compliment resulted in another lashing, a backhand to my small tit. His fingers snapping with a flick of his wrist like a snake biting its victim. So fast! This time the sting was stronger yet more isolated, and it took everything I had not to scream out in pain. A simple grunt and wince were all that escaped me.

Despite my disobedience daddy explained his thought process, "You see I know that it is what I did to you that makes you look, and smell, so... disheveled. So therefore, in my opinion, you look hot. So next time a simple 'thank you' would suffice. Do you understand?"

I nodded and daddy said, "I can see you but I want to hear you."

"Yes," I muttered barely above a whisper.

"Yes who," daddy commanded.

"Yes daddy," I replied with more volume and conviction.

Daddy smiled, "Good girl! See your learning."

He paused to take a bite of his breakfast and I couldn't help but notice how horny I had become.

Why do I enjoy this?

I asked myself. I was baffled.

"Now turn around for me, slowly, so I can see you." His instructions came in a domineering fashion and I found myself exhilarated to follow this simple command without question or resistance. Daddy continued to instruct me into poses so he could drink in the sight of his daughter while he ate. They were simple commands like, "bend over," and "put one foot up on the chair."

After daddy finished eating he reached out and slipped a finger into my bald pussy. It was very slick and his finger glided into me with almost no effort. Then he slid his palms over my inner thighs. Noticing the juice that had dripped down my legs he realized how very aroused I had become while posing and obeying his commands. "You really like this, don't you?"

"Yes daddy," I murmured with a blush and smile of mild embarrassment.

"Me too," he said. "However, I still feel guilty. The University of Florida is too far away for a pregnant girl. I wouldn't want to deprive you of that experience unless you really wanted it. With that being said, I'll give you till the end of your next period to decide if this is what you truly want. If you decide you want to stop our special relationship all you need to do is say so and you can go away to college. However know that if you decide to continue with me, you will be

mine.

Maybe you could go part time to a local community college, but most likely I'll want to keep you around as my own personal... 'Fuck Toy', as you so poignantly put it yesterday. Understand?"

The sudden topic change took me off guard. "Yes daddy, but... Um... May I please ask you a question?" I tried to be as meek and submissive as I could. Based on the smile that grew on daddy's face I think I was successful.

"You may."

I forced the pitch of my voice to go up as if I were young and stupid, an act, but one my daddy seemed to enjoy. "What if I don't get pregnant?"

Daddy smiled and said, "Should you decide to stay home, it's not a matter of

if

you get pregnant, it's a matter of

when

." Daddy paused a moment then added, "I've also been thinking about some of the things we said in the heat of the moment yesterday. It's probably a bad idea to have you go around fucking every guy I know like I had originally wanted. It's too risky. I think word will eventually get out about us."

I was secretly relieved. Some of the men my father worked with were especially gross, repulsive even, smelly fat old men who do little more than drink, smoke and eat their way through life. Fat I could deal with, Old I could do too, but I'm straightedge and the combination of smoke, alcohol breath and body odor completely repulse me. Though I would have to go through with it, if that's what daddy wanted, I was glad he changed his mind. Not that I was presently in any condition to be criticizing someone else's odors.

"I was thinking instead," He continued, "that I completely trust Jerome and Danny. I've known them since we were in first grade together. I think they're the only people I could trust with our secret. I just think it would be so much more fun if I could watch them fuck you and maybe even participate, rather than just hearing about it from you. Of course you would have to seduce and fuck them before I tell them about us."

I had to ask, "Can I tell..."

"No!" Daddy sounded adamant, "Your friends can NOT be trusted. Jerome and Danny are married with kids of their own. Once you fuck them, they won't reveal our secret because they have too much to lose. Your friends, no matter how close you think they are, will blab all over town about us. Because that's what teenagers do and we have nothing to hold over their heads that would force them into secrecy. Understand?"

"Yes daddy." I understood, but it didn't make me feel any better. I only had one really close friend. The rest of the girls I knew were more like acquaintances, girls I gossiped with in the halls or at parties. I would never tell them anyway. On the positive side, Jerome and Danny were very handsome.

"Good girl," he commented then pulled down his charcoal grey sweat pants and said, "Now suck my cock."

My voice sounded whiney, childish, spoiled. "Right here? Can't we at least go to a different room? I'm so tired of the kitchen." I knew I was in for some punishment the instant I finished speaking. The words just came out unbidden from years of getting what I wanted from daddy.

Daddy tightly grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me into the living room all the while he said, "You want a different fucking room, cunt! I'll give you a different fucking room!" He threw me onto the living room loveseat, a dark brown microfiber that looked like leather and felt like velvet. It was opposite the large plasma TV that hung on the pale beige wall. To either side were matching recliners with a dark wood coffee table in the middle. Behind the loveseat was the entrance to our home, a closet set into the wall with sliding slatted doors and the stairway leading to my room. "Stay," daddy instructed with his temper flaring as he went back into the kitchen. I was half tempted to run to my room and lock the door since I felt especially scared of the way daddy was acting. Instead I sat squirming, too curious and aroused. The kitchen and dining room entrances took up most of the wall space to the right of the loveseat and a large bay window to the left. The room was bright with the morning sun filtering through the maple tree across the street.

Daddy came back in, naked from the hips down and his cock raging hard. He had a large wide cooking pot in his hand which left me dumbfounded. He placed the pot on the floor at the foot of the loveseat then he removed his shirt. When he lifted me up and turned me upside down like a ragdoll I was beginning to get an idea of what he had planned for me. My head was hanging off the edge of the couch and my messy hair falling into the pot.

"Open your mouth," he demanded gruff and rampant.

I did exactly that, making a ring with my lips covering my teeth. Before I knew it daddy's cock was stretching my throat making me gag and unable to breath. My body instantly convulsed as it tried to vomit, but daddy had me so plugged up nothing was able to escape. It was only when he retracted his cock a little that it came out my nose. Mostly water and a little bile ran over my tightly shut eyes through my hair and into the pot. He began to fuck my face, hard. I couldn't do anything except take it. His balls, wet and slimy form my vomit, slapped against my eyes and nose. It hurt and I did not enjoy it, until his fingers were poking at my g-spot. It was too late though, I was feeling light headed, I passed out before I could orgasm. The last thing I remember was daddy telling me, "Make a straight line from your mouth all the way through your neck. It will make it easier."

When I woke up I was lying on the couch looking at the maple tree across the street. Daddy was leaning over me naked lightly slapping my face and saying my name. "Abby! Abigail! Abby wake up!" I could see concern on his face. I must have been out for a while, long enough for him to finish himself off before reviving me because I could taste his cum in the back of my throat and on my tongue, but the bulk of it was in my nose. I snorted inward through my nose and swallowed it. The overall sensation I was experiencing was euphoric, an odd oxymoronic mix of adrenaline, arousal and relaxation. I could see relief wash over daddies face when my hand went straight to my pussy and began to rub it. I could tell he was genuinely worried that he had taken it too far.

"How long was I out?" My voice was hoarse and raspy.

Quickly returning to his dominant sadist self he answered, "A minute, maybe less. I started cumming just as you went limp. You woke up quick enough when I finished and laid you down." He paused a minute, looking over my naked used body. I was playing with my clit trying to bring myself to orgasm. "Stop," he suddenly commanded. I was confused because I didn't fully understand what he meant. So he slapped me hard across my face, "Stop I said!"

The sting sent tendrils of arousal floating from my face to my groin only heightening my excitement. I realized he wanted me to stop masturbating, but I deliberately didn't. I was testing both my daddy and myself. I wanted to see what he would do if I defied him and I also wanted to see how much I could take. It turned me on knowing that he was going to punish me.

This time he grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head as he slapped me once again. My pelvis thrust wildly into the air searching for its lost stimulant. With a finger pointing into my face daddy said, "You're not allowed to make yourself cum anymore. Furthermore, you are only allowed to cum when I allow it. Do you understand?"

I did understand but all I could do was beg, "Please!"

"No! Not now. Get this mess and yourself clean before your mother wakes up. She was out late last night so you probably still have a couple hours. I want this couch looking like new and I want you to look like nothing ever happened. You will also clean up my breakfast and do my laundry today.

Maybe

later, if your mothers not around and you're a good girl and do all your chores, I will give you an orgasm." After daddy finish speaking he pulled me up to a standing position by my hair and went to the master bathroom in his bedroom to take a shower himself. I did as I was told.