Erri and Her Father

This is part two of Kerri and her father. This story is fictional and for entertainment purposes. It involves an aggressive, intense, consensual fantasy at he end of the story between a father and his daughter. If these type stories upset you, then this is not the story for you.

Please be on the lookout for a spinoff from this entry. It will be called Liz and her father.

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I fell asleep with my head on my father's chest. When I woke up a few hours later, I decided to get dressed and go to my room to shower and get dressed. I snuck out of bed without waking my father. I looked at the clock, and it was only 6 am. I felt like I had been asleep for hours when it was only an hour to an hour and a half since I went to sleep. While using the bathroom, I saw myself in the mirror. I looked like a train wreck. My mascara had run down my face. My hair was knotted and disheveled. I was glad I had woke up before my father; I did not want him to see me like this. I dressed quickly and quietly left.

I was hoping I didn't run into anyone looking like this. As I turned the corner, Liz was waiting for the elevator. She was dressed in yoga pants and had a gym shirt on. Her hair was pulled back in a pony, and she looked like she was heading to the gym. I was humiliated. Of all people to run into, why did it have to be her. As I approached, she greeted me. "Hey, Kerri. How was your night? Is your room on this floor?"

I cannot lie, she seemed nice. She looked to be in her early twenties and was really attractive. Blond hair, blue eyes, and a killer body. Her ass was perfectly round, with firm thighs. She looked to have large breasts and appeared to be a couple of inches shorter than me. "Hey, Liz. No, it's not actually. My room is on the fourth floor. My Dad's room is up here. I crashed in his room last night. What about you? Is your room up here?" I knew I looked a mess, and wish I hadn't shared that I was coming from my father's room. It could lead to suspicion that I didn't want her to suspect.

"No, my mother and father's room is up here, but they got into an argument, so I stayed up here with my mother so my father could sleep it off in my room. You know how parents can be." Liz suddenly had an awkward look on her face. I could tell she wished she could take that comment back. In her haste to change the subject, she dug the hole deeper, "You look like you had fun last night."

I knew her comment was about my current appearance. What she didn't know was that I was aware of her and my father's role-play game. Was she fishing for information? Was she implying I did something with my father? "Yeah, I am having a good time." Finally, the elevator arrived.

The elevator ride was awkward and quiet. When the door opened, Liz asked me, "Hey, do you think we could grab a drink later? I want to clear the air with you about Sandy's comment."

I looked at Liz quizzically. I contemplated telling her to go fuck herself. But curiosity got the best of me. "Sure, we could do that. Just you and I, right? Sandy seems to be a lot of drama." I was exhausted and was still processing everything that I had done.

Liz said, "Yeah, I'm done hanging out with Sandy. Last night was too much."

I handed Liz my phone, "Here, type your number in my, and I will text you, my number."

Liz was a little too bubbly for this early in the morning, "I'm really looking forward to talking with you. Thank you for giving me a chance to speak. I'm glad we didn't ruin your night. You look like you had a good time."

Again, was she trying to say something by her comments? Why did she repeat that comment, I thought. I texted her my name so she could save me in her contacts. When I got to my room, I searched my suitcase for something to wear, and my phone kept dinging from repeated text messages. I assumed it was Liz and didn't know why she was blowing my phone up. When I checked my messages, it was my father. He seemed upset that I wasn't there when he woke up. I explained that I came to my room to shower and get clean clothes. He told me to bring my belongings to his room and shower there. He told me I would be spending the rest of the trip in his room. I did not want him to see me like this. I was a mess. I also did not want to upset him, so I grabbed most of my stuff and returned to my father's room. This time, i did not run into anyone.

As I entered the room, my father was still in bed. "Did you bring all of your stuff," he asked.

I told him I brought what I could and planned to grab the rest later. He requested that I get undressed and come back to bed. I asked him, "Can I take a shower first? I feel dirty, and I look like shit. Please?"

"Yes, you can take a shower first. You need to get some rest, though. Tonight is going to be busy. The awards ceremony starts at eight and goes on till midnight. We need to attend the whole event."

"OK, Dad. I am going to take a shower and get back to bed. I'm still exhausted. Just give me a few minutes." I liked the fact that he wanted me there with him. Even though I knew he was controlling me. I decided not to tell him about my run-in with Liz. When I got out of the shower, I dried off and went to bed like he told me to. My father was sound asleep. I crawled into the bed. I laid down next to him. I felt his breathing on the back of my neck which soothed me, as I fell back to sleep.

I woke up to my father snuggling beside me. The heat from his body warmed me. He had an arm wrapped around my waist, with his penis resting against my backside. The events of the last twenty-four hours continued to go through my head. My analytical brain went through every part of what happened. I am very intelligent and have a high IQ, so it was not lost on me that my father liked to control every aspect of my life. Our personality types are similar in a professional environment. Like my father, I am very clear, direct, and confident at work. However, with my father, I am weak, timid, and submissive. That is why my mother gets frustrated with his and I's relationship. She knew better than anyone that I was a strong, intelligent woman. She couldn't break me from turning into jello whenever my father was around. Now, my father had the ultimate control over me. I realized; he made me feel emotions I didn't know were possible. He changed me. This change frightened me. I did not want to admit what I knew to be true.

I was broken from trance as I felt my father moving. Initially, I did not give his movements much thought. I did not know what his intentions were until I felt him rubbing the head of his penis across my slit. He wanted me. It is hard to explain the sexual excitement he caused me. I realize that a father wanting his daughter this way is not normal, but the fact that he wanted me, caused me to lose all sense of what right and wrong was. I do not know why giving my father everything he wanted meant so much to me. Why did this turn me on so much, I thought. I was obsessed with giving him everything. His approval was the only thing that meant anything to me. There is nothing I wouldn't do to please him.

He finally started to enter me. His ascension through my insides once again stretched me to my limits. I now knew the pain would subside, causing me to be more tolerant. As his dick continued to push forward, I once again lost my ability to control what came out of my mouth. "Fuck, Dad," I murmured. My father was gripping me by my shoulders as he got into a rhythm with his thrusts. He would pull back where the tip of his cock was barely in me, then slam his entire length into me. Every time he did this, it knocked the wind out of me. Like last night, the pain subsided, and the pleasure was now taking over with every thrust.

I had never had sex in this position and was enjoying my father exposing me to new ways to feel pleasure. He was now pulling my hair as his other hand cupped my breasts and played with my nipples. I was being ravaged and couldn't believe the depths of my insides my father's cock was reaching. I was losing my mind. "FUCK, DAD! I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH! YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM! DAD! FUCK! FUCK ME, DADDY! PLEASE, FUCK ME FOREVER!" The sensations caused by my father pounding me, his hair pulling, and playing with my nipples were driving me to the point of insanity.

My father started to roll me onto my stomach as I instinctually moved onto my hands and knees. Now my father had more access for his destruction of my pussy. He wasted no time. He gripped my hips as he started pounding into the deepest parts of my vagina. Once again, his cock hit my G-spot with every thrust. With every thrust, there was a loud slapping noise emanating in the room as our flesh met. Don't get me wrong, I have had good sex before, but what my father was doing to me was different. He was fucking me. and i realized that I had never been fucked before. He was changing me, he was making me into someone I had never been. I had not missed sex over the past couple of years. What my father was doing, I didn't want to live without.

I could feel my orgasm building, and when it hit, I lost control. My body was shaking. My eyes rolled to the point of it being painful. 'I FUCKING LOVE YOU, DAD! YOU ARE THE BEST DAD EVER! PLEASE TELL ME YOU LOVE MY PUSSY! YOU ARE DESTROYING YOUR DAUGHTER'S PUSSY, DADDY!"

My orgasm drained me. I had no energy while my father continued his assault. He quickly pulled out of me, demanding, "Come and suck my cock." I turned around, and he grabbed me by my hair, pushing my face down to his throbbing dick. I opened my mouth, welcoming his cock to enter me again. I could taste my juices that coated all over my father's member. I had never given a man a blowjob after he had been inside me. I wrapped my hand around my father's cock, hoping I could control how much I would have in my mouth. His girth and length made me choke the previous night, and I didn't want to ruin this experience for my father. I soon found out that I didn't need to worry. My father exploded in my mouth. I had never allowed a man to cum in my mouth, so this was another new experience. My father had my hair gripped while holding my head down, making sure I had no choice but to welcome his load. I swallowed stream after stream as his cum shot to the back of my throat. Another new experience for me.

I collapsed onto my stomach at the foot of the bed as my father returned to lying down at the head of the bed. Once again, reality hit me. I had so many emotions running through me. I was so emotional that I had to fight back the urge to cry. I wasn't sad, I was scared. I knew what these feelings were. I did not want to think about them. I did not know how to process them. I loved my father, but this love was different. I never understood how women could lose their minds after a sexual a experience until now. I did not want to be that type of woman.

My father broke the silence. "Are you happy you came to this event?"

I was glad he spoke. It allowed me to stop thinking. "I am really happy, Dad. I hope you are happy I came." I wanted to see if I could get him to say how he was feeling. My father was an expert at keeping people guessing about what he was thinking. He never turned this part of him off.

My father's response was quick. "Yes, Kerri. I am glad you came. We are having a good time together. Are you going to do anything before the awards tonight?"

I should have known he wasn't going to give me much information. I did not know what more I could do to get my father to show any emotion towards me. I had given him everything. I gave him every part of me at this point. Out of frustration, I told my father, "Yeah, I am supposed to meet with Liz to clean the mess you created. That's who is probably texting me now." As soon as I said this, I knew my father was going to be pissed at how I spoke to him.

My father jumped, startling me. He pounced on me quickly, grabbing me by my hair. I was pinned on the bed face down. The quickness and aggressiveness of the situation shot pins and needles throughout my body. I was powerless. Yet, this incident didn't frighten me, it excited me instantaneously. I don't know why I felt this way. I started to consider that I may not be normal. I liked being at my father's will. In a calm voice, he told me, "Don't ever speak to me like that again. Do you understand?"

He had put me back in my place. "Yes, Dad. I understand. I am sorry." If any other man ever did this to me or treated me this way, I would have gotten rid of them immediately. Because it was my father who did it, it turned me on. What kind of freak am I, I thought to myself.

When my father got off the bed, he asked, "What's your plan with Liz?" And just like that, he turned the switch. In my eyes, my father was the most fascinating man I had ever known. On the other hand, these character traits could terrify people, me included.

I explained to my father that I would hear her out about Sandy's comments. I would gauge if Liz would be an issue, and if she weren't, I would advise her to keep her mouth shut.

My father told me this was an excellent professional learning curve for me. He informed me that situations like this will happen as I move up the corporate ladder, and I needed experience in dissolving them. And just like that, he was back to giving me professional guidance. The fact that I was lying there naked after having sex with him, and he had just came in my mouth, he still prioritized our professional life and the development of my career.

Liz and I agreed to meet at a restaurant a few miles away from the hotel to have some privacy. We decided it would be best to avoid seeing people from the company. We were set to meet at three o'clock. I arrived earlier than planned, and Liz was already sitting at the table. Punctual little bitch, I thought. When I sat down, we greeted each other. Initially, it was very awkward. We ordered drinks and then agreed to have a meal together. We talked about our educational backgrounds and our upbringings while having drinks and waiting for our food to arrive. Liz was twenty-three years old. She had been out of school for a year and hired at my father's company for an entry-level sales job. which she was progressing in We seemed to have a lot in common. What bothered me about Liz was that I was beginning to like her. Like me, she was naïve and trying to figure life out. I could relate to her confusion.

I told Liz, "Well, we should probably start drinking water before we end up drunk. If your father is anything like mine, they wouldn't want us showing up for the awards drunk." This was my icebreaker to change the conversation to why we were here.

I was laser-focused to see what her reaction would be. I saw her flinch. Her uncomfortableness was instantly noticeable. "Yeah. We still need to talk about that, huh? Sandy is the only person I talked to about that. I am really sorry. I wish that had not happened."

I was starting to feel bad for Liz. I could tell how uncomfortable this was for her. I was curious, though. I wanted to make this conversation uncomfortable for her, so I could watch her reactions. "Curious. What do you wish hadn't happened, Sandy's comment of fucking my father?" Liz turned beat red. She looked like she was going to cry. I imagined how she felt at that moment. I tried to reassure her. "Look, we both know it happened. How about we are just brutally honest with each other? I am not judging you. I promise. I want to ensure this doesn't become a rumor that you and my father have to deny and defend. I am not trying to be mean or shame you. OK?"

I saw Liz's failed attempt to keep tears from running down her face. I handed her a napkin to wipe her tears. When she reached to take the napkin, I grabbed her hand and smiled at her. I was trying to calm her, so she would let her guard down. Liz started to speak. "Thank you, Kerri. You are so nice. No wonder why your father loves you so much." I started laughing at this comment. I found it funny, knowing that Liz had fucked my father as they role-played him being her father, and she was playing me. I think she sensed something because she got noticeably uncomfortable. "Oh my God. Did you tell your father about last night?"

I knew she didn't mean to ask me that. It was instinctual. The look on her face told me that she wanted that question back. I decided to toy with her. "What makes you think I talked to my father about having sex with you? You have a nervous look on your face. What exactly happened between the two of you? Did you and my father talk about me a lot? Can we just be honest with each other? We can trust each other. Right?" I felt Liz's wall softening, she was on the brink of telling me what I wanted to know.

I could feel her squirming. "OK, Kerri. All of this is embarrassing, and I'm scared. I'm not sure what you want to know. I mean, your father and I had an affair. I think that's the basis of what happened. I obviously made a comment about his privates. I can't believe Sandy said that. What else is there to know?"

I wanted her to admit that she role-played me. I wanted to know if she really wanted to sleep with her father or if that was something my father pushed on her. "I am curious why my father would have sex with a woman who is five years younger than his own daughter. Isn't that weird? Why did you want to have sex with someone your father's age? Again, I'm not judging. Trust me, I am in no place to judge." I was throwing deliberate lines out to see if I could hook her. I wanted her to tell me about her interactions with my father. I also wanted to know if she would admit to implying anything from this morning. I felt like I had Liz under control.

I could tell Liz was trying to figure out what I knew. We both had curiosities about what the other suspected or thought. "Kerri, I am going to be honest. You seem to be looking for specific information. I am not stupid. Your father is a very powerful person. You are a fast tracked director level person in the company. Some people say you are the company's future. I am not trying to ruin my career or embarrass my father. I don't know what you want me to say. If you say I can trust you, I'm sorry, I am not sure I believe that. I hope you understand where I am coming from. But, please don't assume I am an idiot."

Liz had a valid point, and I wouldn't trust me if I were in her shoes. I underestimated Liz. She was smart, much brighter than I had given her credit for. If I were the company's future, I wish Liz and I had met under different circumstances. I felt her intelligence was another reason my father focused on her. I realized that to get information from her, I would need to get her to trust me. She had turned the tables on me, but she underestimated me as well. I decided to try a different approach. "You saw me this morning. You should know why I am curious." I knew that comment would get a reaction. Now, Let's see if she takes the bait.

Liz looked at me in shock. "Oh...Fuck...Did that really happen," she asked.

I knew I didn't need to answer; I just needed to suggest that something had happened. "Do we trust each other now?" I asked.

"Yes. I trust you, now. Why do you trust me?" I could tell Liz's guard wasn't completely down.

"I guess we will have to see, Liz. I am not looking to destroy you, your father, or anyone else. I am looking for information from someone I can trust. That is all this is about. You know what, we need another drink. We have time. How about another drink?" I felt I had gained her trust. Now, I wanted her honesty.

"You can trust me, Kerri. I promise. I would love to have another drink with you." Liz looked relieved that the conversation was changed from accusatory to information sharing.

When our drinks arrived, I raised my glass. "Cheers to our new friendship." Liz raised her glass as we clanged them, toasting our newfound friendship. I was now ready to follow up on our conversation. "So, does my father have daughter issues, or do you have daddy issues."