This is a spinoff of Kerri and her father. This story is about a daughters desire to experience her father. It involves inappropriate relations between a daughter and her dad that includes alcohol. If this type of story offends you, then please don't read.
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I was sitting at a bar in Las Vegas with my friend Sandy. We were in Vegas for a company event for work. We felt lucky that the company wanted us to come. I am twenty-three years old and have been with the company since graduating college last year. Unlike Sandy, I was recruited by the company. Although my father works for the company, this was not the reason they recruited me. I had graduated from an Ivy League college, at the top of my class.
Sandy is a thirty-year-old grinder, which means, she is a good employee. She is adequate at her job, but she has peaked professionally. She believes the world owes her, spending all her time complaining instead of working. I like her but I know she will never move up in the company. I believe she latched onto me because she knows I will progress in my career, she is hoping to come along for the ride.
My father was going to be receiving a significant award this weekend. He wanted my mother and me to be there with him. I was not delusional about why the company paid for me to be here. I was here as a courtesy to my father. I love my dad, so I was happy he and the company wanted me to attend.
On the other hand, I could do without my mother. I was not looking forward to my mother's badgering for the next few days. I already knew that coming here with my father would be an issue. Years ago, my father had an affair on one of these work trips. To make matters worse, the affair happened in Vegas.
To the best of my knowledge, my father and the woman were both married when the affair happened. The woman was in her twenties, while my father was in his forties. The woman ended up going psycho after the affair. Whatever my father did to her in bed affected her. She wanted my father to leave my mother, and she planned on leaving her husband so they could be together. Unfortunately for her, my father had no interest in getting a divorce. To him, the whole thing was purely sexual one night stand. For that woman, it was a great night that she wanted more of. I am a young woman, and I get it. Some men are built differently. They do things to women that make them lose their minds. I have always been curious what my father must have been like to cause a woman to have a breakdown like that. He must be good in the bedroom, I thought.
My mother has always been frustrated with me because I always defended my father. My father has never put me in a situation where I needed to pick a side. When I have disagreed with him, he has always accepted it. One time, during a heated argument, my mother asked me why I always stood up for my father and not her. We had gotten so angry with each other that I gave my mother brutal honest take on the situation.
"You want to know why I defend my father, Mom? Do you really want to know? Well buckle up. I'll tell you why. You are a miserable woman. Look at you. You're attractive but you'd rather be miserable and treat everyone else like crap because your husband had a fling. If you can't get over it, leave him. But stop making everyone around you fucking miserable. You have a hot husband who provides a great life for you. Other women stare at him with a glazed look in their eyes. Wishing for a night in bed with him. What does he do? He comes home to a miserable woman. So, you know what I would do if I was in your shoes? I'd tell him to fuck me the way he fucked that other woman. I would have him do that to me every night until he was too exhausted to do it with anyone else. You need to either get over it or start taking advantage of the smoking hot husband who seems to have magic powers in the bedroom. But stop worrying about whose side I am on because I don't agree with you. That's for sure." That argument was two years ago. Our relationship never recovered from that.
My father and I have a great relationship. I have always favored him over my mother. He is smart, ridiculously handsome, and in great shape. Growing up, my girlfriends always wanted to use our pool so they could parade around in their bikinis whenever my father was around, attempting to get his attention. It was then that I started paying attention to how attractive he was. I would watch women glare at him. I would often fantasize about what he did to that woman in bed that made her lose her mind. Besides his physical attributes, my father was an old-school, no-nonsense guy. He was a businessman but not one you wanted to be in a physical confrontation with, another attractive quality in my eyes. To me, he was the perfect man.
So, back to tonight. Sandy was blabbering away about her complaints when she suddenly brought up Sam, the COO of the company we worked for. Like my father, Sam had all of the same qualities. He was tall, handsome, in great shape, and a powerful businessman. Not one to trifle with. He had shown an interest in me when we first met during my onboarding in the company. Unbeknownst to me at the time, we would end up having an affair. Unlike my father's affair, Sam and I would hook up often. Our times together took a turn one night when I was caught up in the heat of the moment. I was about to have an orgasm, and I called him Dad. More specifically, I said, "You feel so good, Dad. Keep fucking me, Dad." I do not know why I said it to him. I do know I was unhinged from the orgasm I was having. This moment changed our times together. We would role-play with each other during our escapades. He liked it when I played the role of his daughter, and he would be my father. I knew this was not normal, but thinking about my father while Sam was pounding me was such a turn-on. Sam's daughter worked for the same company, but luckily the company was large there was no way we would all know each other. I did know her name was Kerri, because Sam would call me that during our times together.
Sandy blurted out, "I hear this is Sam's daughter's coming out party. You know, the fucking princess who got handed a manager's position straight out of college. Sounds like bad news for you, Liz. Horse-dick won't be hiking your skirt up this week. Everyone loves nepotism." I was pissed that she said this openly at a company event. I had told her about the affair in confidence. She swore that she would never tell anyone, and now she said it out loud publicly. Anyone could have heard what she said. Neither of us realized Sam's daughter, Kerri, was sitting next to us at the bar.
Then Kerri made us aware of who she was. I nearly lost my mind. She seemed annoyed but showed no emotion about what Sandy had said. She was very businesslike. She made a snarky comment about ruining my night. I was struggling to hold my shit together. This woman could ruin Sandy and my careers with the snap of a finger. More importantly, she could end my father's career at the company. We both knew of her, but we had never met her. Kerri had a reputation for being really smart. People were projecting that she was one of the few who could be the company's future CEO. Now, she knew that not only did her father have an affair, but she also knew who he had an affair with.
Sandy apologized profusely. Kerri told us we should keep this situation between us as her father approached. I could feel the blood draining from my body. Once Sam approached, he took Kerri away, and they went to their table. Sam did not acknowledge that he even knew who I was.
I was furious at Sandy. I told her that I didn't want to see her again tonight. She was apologetic, but I did not want to be around or speak to her. I asked her to leave me alone until I could calm down. I did not see her for the rest of the evening.
To make matters worse, during dinner, my mother told me I would be staying in the suite with her. My father would use my hotel room because he was not welcome in her bed. This was turning into the most miserable night of my life. The only good part was I got to hang out with my father for the rest of the night. He was drinking heavily, which I didn't blame him for. If I had to deal with my mother, I'd drink more, too. I went to my room with him when we left for the night. I wanted to grab a few things from the room and show him where the second keycard was.
While gathering my belongings, I watched my father. Being in the room with him while he was intoxicated got my mind spinning about what-if scenarios. Had he ever fantasized about me the way I had fantasized about him, I wondered. Is he checking me out while my back is to him, I wished. When I turned around, he was sitting in a chair. To my disappointment, it did not appear that he was paying any attention to me whatsoever. I had drunk enough to be a little brave tonight. I was nervous about what I was about to say, but I said it anyway. "Dad, is there anything you want from me before I leave for the night? I mean, anything you want, anything at all?" I emphasized saying the word anything.
My father chuckled. "No, Liz. I think I'm good. I'm sorry you have to spend the night with your crabby mother."
My father did not pick up on my attempt to offer myself to him. I was still feeling brave, so I made another attempt. I" don't know why I can't just stay here with you. The bed is big enough for the both of us." Again, my father chuckled. Was he picking up on my subtleties?
