My Father My Love

My name is Emily Pike. I'm 24 years old. I'm 5'3 110 lbs. I live in Vermont. I'm going to tell a story of how my life, once destroyed, turned out for the better.

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2018

It was my weekend to stay at my dad's house. After the divorce, my mom had full custody of me, with my daddy, Peter, only getting me every other weekend, and certain holidays.

It was a delightful respite from the ever ensuing chaos, that is my mom. When she left daddy for her current husband, I was devastated. I hated, rather still hate, mom for leaving him for Jeff. No, daddy isn't filthy rich, but he works diligently. Owning his own tax preparation business, I guess mom didn't like having to work, herself.

Now being 18, and in my last year of high school, I thought becoming an adult would make my life easier, since I wouldn't be under mom's thumb all the time. But the arguments we would have, escalated more and more.

"I don't like when you stay with your father, Emily," My mom was saying as I was beginning to pack my bag.

"I'm 18 now, I don't NEED your permission anymore, mom!" I spat back.

"Em, I left your father for other reasons, than just Jeff. I don't like it." The look, as serious as possible.

I already knew the reason, I have known since I turned 18, 2 months ago. But what she didn't know is that I began a sexual relationship with him a week after my 18th birthday.

Since this was a 3 day weekend, daddy and I had plans for a very, very long minibreak. Even though I had a boyfriend, I longed for my weekends with my father. I have never had any type of sexual relationship with my boyfriend. I just have one for optics, and to shut mom up. I mean we kiss and hold hands, but that's it.

With mom huffing out of my bedroom, I went into my hiding place in my closet and pulled out a few packages of pantyhose, as well as my thigh high and garter set. Putting them in my bag, I grabbed my bigger suitcase and dragged it out to the entryway.

"I'm leaving!," I shouted. "I'll be back Monday night." Stepping outside, I saw daddys Suburban parked along the street. Waiting outside by the passenger door, a smile appeared on his face. With a pep in my step, I hustled to his embrace and hugged him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mom looking out of the window with a look that could kill someone. Getting in, and with him closing my door, he joined me.

"Finally," I said, relieved i was out of the house. "My God she's on a power trip," I said, venting to my dad.

"I know Princess," he followed, his hand going to my left leg. "But you're with me now and soon we'll have the court order reversed, so we don't have to wait until you graduate, for you to move in with me."

"I can't wait. Then we can fuck to our hearts delight, right?," I seductively voiced, my left hand, now on top of his.

Taking his hand off my leg I said, "Let me slip a pair of nylons over my legs; Just keep your eyes on the road!," Laughing, I reached into my bag and pulled out a pair.

Lifting my dress and kicking off my tennis shoes, I slowly began pulling the pair over my legs, one a time. Once I got to the top, I started on my other leg.

"Damn, Princess, you're going to be the death of me," My, then, 42 year old father admitted, seeing the landing strip I've let grow out.

"Oh I hope not, I need some babies to be put in here," I said, pointing at my belly. Adding, "And I want them ONLY from you."

After successfully getting them on, I smoothed out my dress, slipped my feet into my black heels, and put his hand back in my lap. Once we arrived at his home, we immediately went at it.

"Ungh!Ungh!Ungh!"

The creaking of the bedsprings and the moans and grunts emanating from the bedroom, the sex was just beginning its' torrid pace. My legs were wrapped around his waist, as he seemingly loves, I was running my left hand through the jungle of hair on his chest. Gripping the linens with my other, I began encouraging him, "Oh daddy!..Oh yes!..I...know...how...much...you've mis...missed... this pussy..God yes!" The words were hard to string together from the thrusting into my soaked tunnel.

With the illicit, lewd, slurping sounds of our juices mixing together, daddy was in paradise. Whenever it was my weekend to stay with him, it always brightened him up.

He stopped drinking for me. I gave him my ultimate gift to stop drinking. He hasn't touched alcohol since.

"Oh yes! Oh Yes! Oh yes!," I'd steadily chant, each violent, toe curling, orgasm inducing thrusts, deep into the recesses of my womb.

It was now about 11:30 pm that Friday night, when calamity struck.

"KNOCK!!KNOCK!KNOCK!!"

A loud, banging was being rapped on the front door. Hearing it from our bedroom we then hear, "It's the police, open up!"

Not having anytime to react, we hear the door get broken down, and within seconds, 4 armed officers are literally standing in our bedroom. Right behind them, was my mother.

Just the scene from the bedroom was enough to make anyone know, undoubtedly, illegalities were occurring in our bedroom. As my father was cumming in his condom, my mother let out a big shriek, "Oh my God!"

Seeing her ex-husband between my legs, pushed up against my butt and the white ring, coating his cock with my landing strip sodden with our juices mixed together. As he was unloading in his sheath wrapping, his pulsating cock was slowly starting to pull out causing fury in her eyes.

"You son of a bitch!" My mom spewed, wanting to come after him. The police had to physically stop her advancement.

After one officer literally pulled him off me, my partially naked body was on display for all to see. My dress was unbuttoned, yet was still on my body, and my nylons I was wearing had developed runs in the inner thigh region, from the few hours we had been expeditiously intimate. Seeing the full condom hanging off his now limp dick, I sat there in shock. Seeing the 3 previously used condoms, full, and the wrappers in the trash, they forced my father to the ground.

Cuffing him, I started yelling at my mom. "I fucking hate you! I fucking hate you!"

Mom walked over and tried putting her arms around me in a loving embrace, but I pushed her hands away, rather slapping her. "YOU hurt my father! YOU destroyed my family!," The venom coming out of my mouth was quick fire.

Slapping me in return, I fell to the ground. Seeing them taking daddy away I started crying. "Daddddyyyyyyyy!," I screamed, "NOOOOOO!!!"

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A week later, I was sitting in the courtroom as daddy was having his pre-trial motion. Pleading guilty, he decided against a jury of his peers, and, in turn, accepted a plea deal.

The deal included, 3 years in prison, a $5,000 dollar fine, A year probation after, and it would be a felony. Adding, he also was barred from ANY contact with me for 3 years. So I couldn't even visit him in jail. His attorney worked out a deal that spared him from having to register as a sex offender, because I was 18.

I learned that mom had hired a private investigator a month ago. When I'd come home, she knew the telltale signs of sex, I didn't. How I'd gingerly walk, the exhaustion on my face. We were surveilled about 3 weeks, unbeknownst to us. There were picture of us kissing, holding hands in the park, his head in my lap as I fed him grapes. There was even audio, I'm guessing from outside our bedroom, with us being intimate. The bed hitting the headboard and the constant, "Oh daddy! Oh daddy, yes!" as my fathers' grunts spelled exactly what was occurring.

One picture that I'll admit we were careless about showed me bent over the couch, and my father behind me, pounding my cunt, as he had a hand assaulting my braless tits. It was 11 pm at night and we had our drape open. She also found my hiding spot for my nylons, and saw I poached a few pair for the weekend.

Daddy had given me power over his bank account, as I was an authorized user. So I made sure his mortgage was paid, as well as all other bills. I ended up moving into my friends house. I left moms house after the debacle, that Friday night. Being allowed to use the money in account, I hired an attorney who would help me reverse the hold my mom still legally had on me, even though I was 18. As I was still in high school, I guess she still had some rights, which I had successfully removed through something called "emancipation."

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After 3 months, I was awarded a positive decision and, moved into daddy's house. I was going to take care of it.

I ended up breaking up with my boyfriend, and, as hard as it was for me, I graduated high school. I wasn't going to break the 'pinky promise' I made with daddy that I would strive for A's and graduate high school.

Having a 3.7 GPA and a 1340 on my SAT, I had a litany of choices of colleges to choose from, but I went to The University of Vermont as it was literally 10 minutes from the house.

I knew that when daddy was released, I'd have to move out temporarily, as his ban on me would still be in effect for 1 more month until I turned 21. I was allowed to write him a letter, but ONLY if it was about the house. Telling him about our situation, he said he would ask about something called, work release, which would allow me to stay here, and then he could finish his month, or so, away from me, there. It entailed him having to live with other people like him, having been released from jail to live in this halfway house. Feeling better about it, I just focused on school and graduating.

The day of my graduation, I collected my diploma. Having not invited anyone, I was just going to get it, then go home. I didn't want to attend the graduation party, even though a few of my friends were attending. As I was hugging classmates, many for the last time, as we all were going on different life paths, I see my mom and Jeff.

I guess mom came to see me graduate. Making a beeline to my Subaru Crosstrek, that daddy bought me for my 18th birthday, they got in front of me.

"Hey Sweetie, congratulations," Mom said.

Not responding, and trying to walk around them, Jeff grabs hold of my arm and says, "Don't disrespect your mother, Emily."

Shaking my arm from his loose grip, I spat at him. "Don't you ever put your fucking hands on me, Jeff; And you, Laura, I didn't realize I invited you," Calling her by her name and, not mom. Continuing on, I kept up my diatribe, "You ruined my life, not once, but twice. Stay away from me!" I barked, yelling at the top of my lungs, as other families walked by.

"Emily, please honey," Laura was now pleading.

Jeff again spoke, "Emily Pike! Your mother is talking to you!"

Turning from my car door, I walked up to Jeff and Laura and boldly told him, "My knee does reach your balls." I didn't yell, scream. It was more matter of fact. Closing, I said, "I'm going to TELL YOU one last time, LEAVE...ME...THE...FUCK...ALONE...! You are not my mother anymore!" The few words, emphasized by my anger.

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2019-21

As I started college, I settled on Accounting and Finance. Always wanting to do what daddy does, I set my sights on a Bachelor of Business Administration degree. It had its' up and downs. Some classes, like Managerial Accounting and some Acturial Science courses were tough, but I had the core classes I had to complete before even starting on my degree classes.

I made some friends at school, and yes, guys always hit on me. But I would tell them I'm taken. I took daddys' high school ring down and had it sized to my left finger. I was going to let him buy me a real ring. One guy, Doug Mansfield, was persistent that I have coffee with him. I'd politely decline, but he didn't take no for an answer.

To be polite, I agreed, with the condition that it was at a busy setting, and ONLY for company. I met him at the Starbucks a block from campus, and we had a nice conversation. I told him I was seeing someone and that I loved him very much. I made a point of saying that, even though it's long distance right now, I had ZERO interest in betraying him. Reluctantly, but saddened, he understood.

He would compliment me, saying how I looked like a 21st Century version of a young, Judy Garland. I received that 'doppleganger' assumption quite a bit.

Going into my Junior year, I had already began my actual Accounting classes. Knowing daddy was going to be released in September, I ended all communication with Doug. Oh, he tried to change my mind, but I told him my relationship with my boyfriend was the most important thing to me, and I am not risking it with guy friends.

Again, he said he understood and I went about my way. Daddy was released on September 7th, 2021. My 21st birthday was October 1st. I was so happy, but I still couldn't see him or talk to him until November 6th.

I learned of his release because my mom decided to post on Facebook that, "The monster who raped my daughter is being released today."

Furious, I unblocked her number. Calling her I let her have it. "Emily! Hi swee.." she began saying.

Cutting her off, I said, as calmly as I could muster, "You better remove that post off of Facebook, NOW, or you will rue the fucking day; Take it as a threat, but it IS a promise. Daddy never raped me, I wanted every thrust he gave me."

Hearing this, mom tried speaking again. "Emily! what is wr.."

Cutting her off again, I pointedly stated, "NOW! I know you like your 'perfect' reputation, but i have no problem doing what you did to me and ruin yours also. You DID fuck Jeff a few times BEFORE you left daddy, remember?"

Without giving her any other opportunity, I hung up and re-blocked her number.

20 minutes later, the post she put up, was deleted.

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November 6, 2021

The day had finally arrived, I was finally going to be able to hold the man I love the most, in my arms again. I was awaiting his arrival so I thought I would surprise him. I had made up a story that I couldnt get out of a test, but that I had 2 surprises for when he got home.

It was about 1pm and I hear the front door open. I texted him that the door was unlocked, but I needed him to come to our bedroom immediately. Hearing him walk in, I hear, "Emily? Princess are you here?

In a voice that could only mean one thing I said, "In our bedroom, Daddy."

Excited about his return and anxious for him to fuck my brains out, he appears at the door to our bedroom. "Ho-ly Shit," Simple, yet to the point, daddy's initial reaction said it all.

I was lying on the bed, in a white, see through corset, white 4" pumps, a white choker and sun beige colored thigh highs with a 4-strap garter for each leg. My little 32b boobs free from the dungeon holding them hostage.

"Welcome home Daddy," I said, in a submissive demeanor. Seeing daddy himself for the first time in almost 2 years, now almost 45, he is starting to grey. What once was a slender man, he now has a 'dad bod' from gaining weight in jail. he's now 5'10 235 lbs. with a belly.

"My God, Emily," Daddy said, not believing that what was lying on his bed, was real.

Getting impatient, I cocked my head at him and said, "Ummmm, are you going to stand there or fuck your daughter?" Reaching for condoms he had just bought, I took them, dropped them in the trash, and said, "Nuh uh, no condoms, ever again."

I have never seen a human being shed their clothes faster in my life.

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5pm

THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!!

With the headboard beating a melodic tune, Daddy was right where he belonged.

"Oh Daddy! Oh yessss Daaadddyy! Gawd yes fuck me!" Every ounce of his weight was on top of my prone body. My legs were pointing upward as daddy's face was buried in my neck, pumping to his hearts delight. I was holding him from his back, my fingers laced over his shoulders and his hands under my upturned butt. Taking away all that pent up aggression, anxiety, whatever you want to call it, he wasn't making love to me, he was aggressively fucking me.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh, baby, gawd yesss!" I was chanting. I sure wasn't complaining about the absolute savagery put forth on my overworked pussy. 3 hours of intense sex, Daddy was churning up his, now 3rd, batch of the built up ejaculate stored in his deprived nuts.

Feeling the signs of pending release, I seductively encouraged him. "Yes! Oh daddy yes!" The calmness of my voice in the frantic confines of our bedroom was what Daddy needed to hear. Running my hands through his hair, I gave him a direct order. "Cum..in me. Put....your...seed... in me. Breed... me... Oh God, yes...Baby." Struggling to put together a sentence, he got the message.

Every time he would pull back, I could notice the white frothy ring encircle the entirety of his pulsating sausage. The dandruffy looking coating, innocently placed on my swollen vagina and the little red hair was prominent. Slamming his hips down into my petite body, every little yelp he would pull out of me, every moan from my voice box, every bated breath I'd take, drove him crazy. "Love me...Daddy, Fill..me...with.. your.. icky... cum. Put...a...baby...in... me."

Finally, the victory about achieved, the roar I waited every thrust for, occurred. "Ahhhhh fuckkkk Emmm!," Daddy would announce, his hips violently shaking, desperately trying to rid himself of cum into my barren womb.

After expelling the last drop into my quivering quim, his body collapsed, again, on me, and the breathing from both of us was pronounced. Sweat pouring off Daddy, and my outfit in tatters, I held onto him tightly. "I missed you so much, don't ever leave me again," Crying, knowing I am permanently in love with this man.

"Holy shit Prin..Princess!" Daddy said, struggling to catch his breath. Looking down at me, I began chuckling.

"I guess you needed that?," I jestly uttered, running my nails up and down his back.

Pulling out, three loads of our ooey gooey evidence from our fuck-a-thon, poured out of my messy pussy and onto the linens and mattress beneath me.

"I needed that, honey," Daddy said, his breath finally returning. "Wow, Pheww!" Standing up from the bed, he just stared at me.

I must have looked a mess, There were runs in my thigh highs and one of my heels had fallen of my foot. My hair was a sweaty disaster. My boobs had maul marks from him. My inner thighs and vagina were bruised, battered, wornout. But at that moment, I was happy, He was happy.

After a few minutes, and with my head on his chest, my fingers drawing figure 8's into his hairy chest, he perked up, "So you said, you had another surprise?" Looking at me like a child at Christmas, I sat up, grabbed my laptop and opened my school itinerary.

Surprised, he said, "You're getting a degree in Finance and Accounting?" Smiling, I said I was, but then a disappointed look appeared on his face. "Princess, because of my felony, it will make it more difficult for me to get re-approved for a license again," The look of utter disappointment on his face.

Grinning from ear to ear, I said, "That's where I come in."

For the rest of our first night together again, I milked his cock dry, pulling every drop out of him, into my needy cunt.

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Our relationship was slowly returning to normal. We would have sex, morning, noon and night. I accepted my role as his woman. I made dinner, kept our home clean, while continuing my education. He, on the other hand, found it difficult trying to get his license reapproved so he could be ready for the upcoming tax season. Luckily, he is a savvy investor, as I calculated we had plenty of resources to hold us off until I finalize my degree. We weren't hurting financially by any means.

After Daddy was released, my mom tried contacting me. Having blocked her and Jeff from all social media and knowing where Daddy lived, she showed up one evening, as I was making us dinner.

"Well shit, what in hell does she want?" I heard daddy suddenly announce. "Princess, your mother is outside."