Eva's Mission Trip

Chapter One: Eva

Noah's fingers inside her didn't feel the same as her father's. Noah's were clumsier, more tentative- but they still felt really good. Eva moaned into a kiss as his fingers made her more and more slippery. Noah was her first real boyfriend, and the first guy she'd had sex with since Daddy. He was a transfer student, and shared her love of art- and sex. He was always nice to her, and made her feel beautiful and cherished. Luckily Daddy approved of Noah, and as long as Eva shared every detail of their intimate time together, she was permitted to see him often.

That was one of the many rules of their rather unconventional religion- that Eva had to confess all of her sexual exploits to her father. Daddy and Father David said that it was to ensure that she was being treated well and that she was pleasing her partner properly, but Eva always saw the familiar bulge in Daddy's pants after she was done telling him.

Noah moved down her body, kissing and worshipping every inch until his head was between her legs. He licked her clit greedily, again lacking Daddy's finesse but earning a moan and a shiver nonetheless. She could feel her orgasm building, and had to remind herself that she didn't need to ask Noah permission to cum- that was only when she was with Daddy.

"Noah, I'm cumming!" she exclaimed, and leaned into the explosion coursing through her body. He looked up at her, his boyish face looking smug, her wetness still glistening on his chin. "Please fuck me," she breathed- and he did.

Eva slid into her panties and got dressed- her curfew was 11pm, and she never missed it- my, how things had changed since her and Daddy found Father David. She squeezed her legs together in an attempt to keep Noah's seed inside her, knowing that Daddy would be inspecting her as soon as she got through the door. She kissed Noah goodbye, breathing a sigh of contentment before heading home.

Chapter Two: Michael

At precisely 10:48pm, Michael heard Eva's car door shut in the driveway. He never worried about her being out- not since their summer at the cabin with Father David. While she had been unruly in her early teens, at 18 she was now a model of obedience. Michael had implicit trust that Eva would be home by curfew- she really was such a good girl.

"In the kitchen," Michael called when he heard the front door close. Eva appeared before him, her cheeks still flushed by her time with Noah. "Did you have fun?" Michael asked knowingly.

"Yes Daddy," Eva said quietly.

"Let's see."

With that, Eva removed her clothes, gingerly stepping out of her panties and handing them to her father. Michael inhaled into them deeply, all but tasting his daughter's sweetness mixed with a male musk. He looked his daughter up and down, admiring her generous curves and bashful smile.

"Hop up on the table and tell Daddy what happened," Michael commanded. Eva obediently perched her naked self on the edge of the table, sitting up straight with her hands behind her back. Michael explored her open mouth with his fingers, pressing them as far back in her throat as he could. He mentally counted to five before she coughed them out. "Did he put his cock there?" Michael asked clinically.

"Yes, Daddy," Eva confessed at the end of her cough, "and I counted to five every time."

"Good girl," Michael said as he cupped her left breast. "What else happened?"

Eva began to explain every kiss and touch between her and Noah while Michael continued with his inspection. He cupped each perfect breast, ostensibly checking for hickies or marks, but perhaps accidentally tweaking her nipples just to watch them harden.

"He fingered my pussy, and then licked my clit until I came," Eva said casually. Michael gently pushed on her shoulders to signal her to lay back on the kitchen table.

"Open your legs baby," Michael reminded her as she continued to talk.

Eva opened her legs wide, fully exposing her bare and still glistening pussy to her father. "He put his cock in my pussy, first in missionary with my legs on his shoulders. Then we switched to doggy style, and he held me by the hair. It pulled a little, but it felt good. He came inside me during doggy," she said matter-of-factly.

Michael spread her pussy lips, holding her tiny hole open to admire the milky inside. "I can see that," he said proudly, "good girl. Always make sure the cum goes inside you, whether in your pussy, ass, or mouth," he reminded her.

"Yes daddy, even if he cums on my face I make sure he feeds it to me after."

"That's my girl," Michael said. "Now go get ready for bed." With a gentle pat on her round ass, Michael dismissed his naked daughter.

He watched her skip to the shower, and then turned back to the kitchen to get a glass of water before turning into bed. He was not permitted to use or fuck his daughter outside of sanctioned church events (such as summer camp at the cabin, holiday retreats, and special events), but that didn't stop him from thinking about it. Father David said that having unrestricted use of one's daughter would lead to entitlement and jealousy, which Michael could understand- if he had permission to use his daughter whenever he wanted, he may lose sight of the purpose of the practice, which was to teach obedience, skill, and respect.

He adjusted his half hard cock in his pyjama pants as he thought about the perfect little creampie in his daughter's pussy. Inspections were some of his favourite interactions with her, so he allowed her to see Noah often. He was a good kid, and treated Eva well- plus he had a fairly large cock according to his daughter, which Michael supposed was good practice.

He tucked Eva into her bed with a chaste kiss on the forehead, reminding her that he was proud of her and thankful for her respect and obedience.

"I love you Daddy," she said sleepily.

It was that gentle sound that played through his head as he came that night.

Chapter Three: Father David

"Today is a very special day- we are announcing the spring break mission trips for our beautiful, talented girls," Father David said to the small group gathered before him. His regular Sunday sermon had ended, and this select group of church members had retired into his office for some...advanced study.

Father David beamed at his eager daughter Melody, and then looked around the room at the three other father/daughter pairings. He was pleased to be able to share his non-traditional philosophies with such willing parishioners, all of whom had been carefully chosen to benefit from his teachings on female obedience.

"As you know, these mission trips are important for the development of our girls," Father David continued, "to teach them the importance of service and to broaden their horizons before they marry. We want to make sure that they are able to offer their future husbands skill as well as service," he said with a wink.

"You will each be placed in a different city- perhaps even a different country- with a family who practises our religion. You will be assigned to a particular community service, which will give you an opportunity to hone your skills with various partners. You will learn about yourself, and you will write two reflection letters back home- one on your first day, and one on your last day- to update us on your progress and measure your learning. I will read these letters to the group so that we may all learn. Now, without further delay, I am pleased to announce the following mission placements:

"Melody, you will be returning to Aruba to work at the hotel, at the request of your host family. Clearly you made a very positive impression on them, and on the guests." Father David beamed with pride as Melody blushed.

"Dana, you are going to Chicago, Illinois. You will be working at a law office, directly serving...and servicing...the senior partners." Everyone applauded, and Dana smiled shyly.

"Isla, your placement is in rural Saskatchewan in Canada, where you will be working with, and for, the ranch hands on a large farm." More applause distracted from the way that Isla completely blanched. She's always been a nervous one, Father David mused.

"And finally, Eva- you are headed to the Louisiana bayou, to stay with dear friends of mine. You will be completing your placement at their massage parlour." Eva's face fell slightly, but she recovered nicely. She was Father David's greatest success story, after his own daughter.

"Congratulations, girls- I know that you are going to make all of us very proud. You leave in a week; all of your travel has been arranged. You will work five days, and then travel home to return to college at the end of spring break. We eagerly await your first letters," Father David said encouragingly. He shook hands with each of the fathers, shared an indulgent hug with each of the girls, and sent them out into the world.

Chapter Four: Eva

Eva could feel her face pouting the entire way home. She knew it wasn't mature, but she couldn't help it- Louisiana?! She could've gone to the city, or to the tropics- but instead she'd be spending the week in the sweltering bayou. Gross.

"Cheer up, baby. Father David said you are going to stay with friends of his, I am sure they will take good care of you. You know if they are close with him, they will be able to teach you a great deal," Daddy offered. Eva knew he meant well, but she just couldn't shake her disappointment. She excused herself to go brood in her bedroom the second they arrived home.

She was crying when Daddy entered her room an hour later. "I just want to be alone," Eva sobbed into her pillow.

"Come on, Eva, let's talk about this. I know you're disappointed, but I think this will be good for you. It is a lesson in service and obedience, if nothing else. Even though you don't want to go, you must. You know that Father David and I know what's best for you- I think we've proven that over the past few months," Daddy said gently. He put his arm around Eva, rubbing her back as she sobbed. "You know that we are both in a much better place since we started practising with Father David, Eva. You agreed to follow his teachings, just as your mom did. If you won't do this for us, do it for her- she would be so proud of you, you know."

Eva swallowed her next sob at the mention of her mother; she had learned last summer that her mother had learned the same lessons from Father David and his father as she was learning now. She met Daddy's concerned gaze, curling into him as she took a few deep breaths. Even she had to admit that the unconventional approach of this particular religion had improved her life greatly; her and Daddy no longer argued, she hadn't been spanked since before the summer at the cabin, and she was permitted later curfews on weekends. She knew deep down that Daddy and Father David knew what was best for her, but Louisiana still felt impossible. "I'm scared, Daddy," Eva admitted. "What if they don't like me? What if I'm not...good enough?"

"I know, baby, I know. But Father David chose this mission especially for you, and we both believe in you- and I know firsthand how skilled you are. You are such a good girl, and they're going to love you," Daddy promised. "I am, of course, going to miss you- and so is Noah. I just got off the phone with him- we are going to have a going away party for you on Friday, before you leave. Won't that be nice?"

Eva paled, sitting straight up. "Daddy, what did you tell him?" she asked in a panicked voice. "You didn't...you didn't tell him...where...what I'm doing, did you?" she shrieked.

"No, baby, of course not- that is for you to share with him when you feel the time is right, if ever. I just told him you were going to visit some family friends, but that I thought you would appreciate a low-key barbecue before you left. His parents instantly agreed to host- you've made quite an impression on them," Daddy beamed. "See? It's all going to be okay," he comforted.

Eva relaxed, the panic of her secret being known easing out of her. Noah was wonderful, but she feared that even he would baulk at her...lifestyle. "That sounds nice, Daddy- thank you," Eva softened.

"You're welcome, baby. I spoke to Noah's dad to arrange all the details- we will take care of everything- you can just go and have fun with your boyfriend and your friends," he promised.

Eva smiled, and hugged her father. Daddy really does know best.

Chapter Five: Michael

Michael watched as Eva jumped into the pool, right into Noah's arms. She giggled as one of her girlfriends splashed them. She was the picture of carefree and beautiful, completely different from the sullen teen she had been before Father David.

Damian's father, Paul, handed Michael a beer, cheersing to their infatuated kids. "She really is a special girl," Paul said, watching Eva frolic in the pool.

"And now you know just how special," Michael returned. "Thanks again for your help, I think that she just needs a little push to make the most of her spring break."

Paul smiled knowingly. "Happy to help," he smirked. "I'll admit when you first asked I had some concerns, but even I can see the light in her. If what you're doing is working, I am happy to help- she makes Noah so happy. I am just so glad I had sons," he laughed.

Michael laughed with him, and they clinked their beers. "I'll bring her in in five minutes," Michael said, and Paul left.

Michael drank the rest of his beer as he watched the kids splash and joke together. Eva's bikini fit her to perfection, and he had a hard time not gawking- as did, he noticed, every other man. He knew what she had, even if she didn't- an incredible body, shining personality, and exceptional intimate skill. He hadn't had anyone suck his cock like her since...well, since her mother.

"Eva, honey- will you get me another drink? There are some in the fridge inside," Michael called. Eva paused, clearly considering whether to tell him to do it himself, but her training kicked in and she came skipping over to him.

"Of course, Daddy," she gushed. She walked inside the house, and Michael followed her.

"Thank you baby," he said as she handed him a drink. "Now, before you go back outside with your friends, I need you to do something for me quickly. I know that you are nervous about your mission trip, and so I spoke to Father David about it. As you know part of the mission- and I think the thing that you are nervous about- is learning to please a wider variety of men. I know you've done very well with Noah, but it's important that you practice with different people. Both Father David and I know you will do very well, but I appreciate that you're nervous- so we want you to practice a bit before you leave."

Eva stalled, looking around the kitchen to ensure they were alone. "You're right, Daddy," she admitted, "I am nervous about being with others. But now? All my friends are outside- I don't want to right now Daddy," she protested.

Michael looked at her, squaring his shoulders. "I'm afraid I have to insist, baby. It's for your own good- you need to prove to yourself that you can do this," he encouraged. "Paul is just in the other room; I made sure it's someone that you know and trust," Michael said, as he gently steered her to his awaiting friend.

"Paul?! Noah's dad?!" Eva whispered, digging her heels in and turning to face her father. "Daddy no, I can't...how could you?!" she asked.

"It's okay, he won't tell- and you already know him- you know you can trust him. Eva, don't make me force you- you know that I have your best interest at heart, and this is coming from Father David. Please do as you're told- be a good girl" Michael insisted.

Betrayal flashed in his daughter's eyes as she warred with herself on whether or not she would protest. He swelled with pride as he saw her resign, taking a deep breath and turning on her heel to walk to Paul. Michael breathed a sigh of relief and followed her, just to ensure she followed through.

Michael watched as his daughter tentatively walked toward Paul, who was sitting in his office chair behind a large desk. They'd chosen that space as it was secluded from the rest of the house, with a door that closed. Michael walked in behind his daughter, closing the door behind him.

"You can do as you like with her," he said to Paul, and to Eva's credit she continued toward him, presenting herself in front of him.

"Please undress," Paul said quietly, not taking his eyes off of Eva's curves.

Eva slowly untied her swimsuit top, letting her heavy breasts free. She then stepped out of her bottoms, baring all in front of her boyfriend's father.

"Good girl, now sit on my lap," he said. Eva straddled him, pressing her breasts into his waiting lips. Paul cupped her ass as he licked her nipples, finally getting a moan out of Eva.

Michael sat on the couch in the corner, watching his daughter please another man. She was a natural, letting him set the pace, responding to his every touch and command. Michael was so proud- she was going to do great in a massage parlour.

"Such perfect tits," Paul moaned appreciatively. "Let's see what else you've got- get my cock in your mouth."

Chapter Six: Eva

Eva couldn't believe she was fumbling with the zipper of her boyfriend's father's pants- while her own father watched, no less. She did her best to quell her nerves, accessing her submissive side and reminding herself that Daddy and Father David had her best interest at heart. Plus, Paul had always been nice to her- she trusted that he wouldn't tell Noah.

She freed his swollen cock, taking a moment to marvel that it was even larger than his son's. She put her lips around his head, sucking the bead of precum from the tip. She swirled her tongue around him twice before he put his hands in her hair and thrust into her throat. Eva recovered quickly, opening her throat and allowing Paul's cock to hammer her. She gagged and choked, making so much noise that she didn't hear Noah enter the room until he yelled.

"Dad? What the fuck, why are you...Eva?! EVA?! Is that...what are you doing?!" Noah stood in the doorway, just to the right of Eva's dad, who had been sitting on the couch watching them as casually as he would a baseball game.

Michael spoke first. "Noah, I can explain," he said gently. Eva was standing, clumsily wiping the spit off of her chin and breasts. Noah completely ignored Michael, his focus wholly on his girlfriend standing naked beside his father.

Paul at least had the good sense to put his cock away.

"Noah, I am so sorry...it's not what it looks like. Well, it is, but I can explain...I think," Eva stammered. She had the thought to cover herself, but there was nothing with which to do so- so she elected to stand proudly, nipples erect and body on display. "Noah," she repeated after she took a deep breath, "please give me a chance."

Noah looked her up and down, ending his gaze on her face. Paul and Michael made a quick exit, leaving their children to a very complicated conversation. "You need to leave," he said coldly. His gaze then softened, "I will drive you home. You can explain then, but after that I never want to see you again."

Eva felt a sob at the back of her throat (where his father's cock had just been), but swallowed it (like she had his father's cock). Her instincts were telling her to go on the defensive, and to shut Noah out completely. A few cold, biting comments about his father's cock and she would destroy him- before he could reject her. She still isn't sure whether it was her respect for their relationship, or her obedience training- or likely a combination of the two- that made her lower her shoulders, wrap herself in a blanket, bow her head, and mumble "yes Sir" as she followed him to the car.

Michael and Paul saw them leave, and didn't try to stop them. The leather of the passenger seat was warm on her skin while Eva fumbled with the seatbelt. "I don't know what you possibly think you could say to explain yourself, but you have fifteen minutes," Noah said as he started the engine.