This is a WORK IN PROGRESS, but I have decided to post it to see what people think so far. I will be adding more description to the sex scene itself.
This is the first chapter/installment, I might do an anal virginity one next :D
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She loved to drive. Driving was very much one of her favorite things to do. Windows down, music loud, maybe smoking a strawberry flavored cigar and drinking a slushie. She wasn't driving this time, and instead she was thinking of her little car left at home in the middle of rural North Carolina while she was nearly 2,500 miles and a seven hour plane ride away. She was nervous, and this was where her thoughts wandered as she waited for her father to pull his car up next to her.
His voice came over the phone that she'd been on with him. "I see you honey, I'm pulling up. Okay, I'm going to hang up now," he'd say and hang up the phone as his car pulled up next to the girl. Leaving the car running, the man gets out of the car and swiftly walks up to his daughter.
"Emma.." he smiles and embraces her. She hugs him back after a moment's of hesitation. This was a man she never really knew, due to her mother's near-insanity.
After the divorce between Emma's parents, her mother became a very hectic woman, and paranoid that her ex-husband was trying to steal her daughter away from her. So, stories were made up and Emma's mother made her father's life utter hell.
After this came to a conclusion, when Emma was around 12 years old, her father moved away. He couldn't see Emma anyways, because his 'crazy ex-wife' wouldn't let him. She had accused him of perverse things, wicked things, and evil things.
Emma gave her father's body a squeeze and released the hug, joy overcoming her. "I missed you, dad..." she smiles and picks up her stuff. "So let's get home!" They load her single suitcase into the car, load themselves, and start off. It's silent, but there's a positive tension in the air, like something great could break out at any moment.
Emma rolls down the window and sticks her hand out, making her hand weave and dance through the cool Oregon air. Derrick, her father, smiles and looks over for a moment as she props her feet up on the dash, shoes off.
"Get your stinky feet off of my car!" he laughs and swats her leg.
"But papaaa!" Emma complains and giggles, wiggling her toes. "It's sooo comfortable!" she says, looking over at her father and grinning.
Derrick sighs and shakes his head. "Eighteen years old, an adult, and still a brat!" he makes a 'pfft' sound and looks ahead to the road before them, driving through a suburbia type area.
Emma wrinkles her nose a few minutes later.
"You live here?" she snorts and shakes her head as the car finally pulls into a driveway.
"Yup, what's wrong with it babygirl?" he chuckles and parks the car, turns it off, and gets out as she puts her shoes back on.
"Daddy, I'm from the middle of buttfuck no-where North Carolina!" she laughs and stands up outside the car.
"Hey!" her father looks at her. "What kind of language is that for a lady?" he says, quirking his eyebrows and opening the trunk to get her bag. It clunks against the ground as she grins and leans against the car with a giggle.
"I'm not a lady! This ain't 1920, papa," she casually gestures with her hand, a sort of slight dismissal sort of movement, and grabs her bag, shuffling in a silly manner towards the front door. "Let me in!" she says with a big smile and a laugh.
Derrick rolls his eyes with a smile, locking the car and opening the front door, his daughter ushering herself in, dropping her bag, and opening her arms wide.
"Home sweet home!" she shouts into the empty house. "Fuck you, mom!" she would shout again and flick the lights on, like emphasis on the words.
Her father shuts the door behind them. "You really shouldn't talk about your mother like that..." he says as he locks it. She lowers her arms and turns around.
"Dad..." she says seriously. "She kicked me out for being into BDSM."
Derrick's eyebrows shoot up and he immediately coughs awkwardly, scratching his head. "I did not need to know that babygirl..." he shakes his head and sighs.
She giggles and wiggles her body as she turns around and walks towards the kitchen, unknowing where she was really going. Aww shit, Derrick thinks. The acronym "BDSM" put the thought of sex in his mind, and all the depraved things he's done to little submissive women in the past. Things not for the faint of heart. And his daughter was into that? Shit.
He rolls his eyes and adjusts his pants. Not over the thought of his daughter per se, mostly just the memory of the scene he had preformed not even two weeks ago with a girl who had left him only a week later.
Derrick follows his daughter into the kitchen. "So that's why she kicked you out?" he asks, shaking his head. "That's silly."
She nods and looks at her dad. "Yeah, and that's the reason she said you couldn't see me, right?" Emma asks bluntly. Derrick's face is unchanging.
"Uhh..." he takes a moment to answer, but due to his hesitation, Emma knew the answer immediately.
"Uh, yes," she smiles. "It's okay. Mom's fucked up beyond repair. Did you ever beat her?" she questions nonchalantly, like it's casual Tuesday darkening evening conversation.
"Uhh..." again, he hesitates. "That makes it sound bad..."
Emma shakes her head. "No it's not. I know the terminology, papa. Beating doesn't equate to abuse. So, did you ever beat mom?"
Derrick sighs. "No, she didn't like it, but she let me play with other people."
"What did you do?"
He shakes his head. "Is this an appropriate conversation to have with your father?" he questions and leans against the counter.
Emma shrugs. "Sure. I know a woman who has attended kinky events with her mother. During a ponyplay event, this woman's boyfriend proposed and her mother was there. It's whatever, daddy." She tweaks a smile and leans forward over the counter, being goofy and wiggling her butt. Emma loved to tease, to cause emotions and feelings within someone. To her, it was an ultimate form of domination, causing something in someone and they can't help it.
Derrick looks away. "She was into kittenplay," he'd answer, and immediately regret sharing that information about Emma's mother to her. He closed his eyes and sighed.
Emma meows and giggles. "Those bitches are always crazy. That's why I'm more pony AND kitten," she nods with a smile.
Derrick chuckles. "I bet you make a cute kitten," he says then clamps his jaw shut, another thing he regrets saying. So inappropriate! It's no wonder his ex-wife took his daughter away.
Emma immediately makes a purring noise, catching the man's attention, his eyes shooting towards her as she hops up to sit on the center granite counter top. She spins around, on to all fours, and purrs again. She cat-stretches and Derrick's eyes can't help but observe the way that bending her legs accentuates her round behind.
"Get down from there," he scoffs as he flicks the lights on the gradually darkening kitchen. The sun had mostly set, and it was a bit too dark. Emma only meows and sits on on her knees, then leans forward again, in a crouching-tiger position - ass in the air, chest against the countertop.
Her father sighs and walks into the main hallway again, grabbing her suitcase and the backpack she brought too, beginning to walk up the stairs. "I'll show you to your room, Emma. Comon!"
She meows and slides off the counter, running after him down the hallway. "Yes daddy, I'm coming!" she responds almost too obediently and Derrick's cock twitches. He swallows, his mind tumultuous and stressed out by this.