Relationship with My Daddy

This is a continuation of Sylvie and her biker father, David, in the hotel room leading up to the end of her marriage 3 years later.

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Looking at the phone lying next to me were several calls and texts showing from my fiance Robert. He was likely concerned as to why I hadn't returned his calls or texts. Exhausted from the events over the last 3 hours, I wrapped my little hand over the phone and picked it up. Slowly pressing each number, I hear the ringing commence.

"Hey Beautiful!!" Robert's always upbeat and cheerful voice blared on the other end. "I was worried; I called and texted, but you didn't respond."

Lying on the bed my dress was pushed over my waist with the rest still draped over the beds edge. It looked like a scene like one from a brothel. Trying to catch my breath I began to speak.

I continued, "I'm sorry that I didn't quickly return your calls honey; We were just trying to get settled; We just checked into a motel and are about to go get something to eat."

Robert quipped, "Wow, did he get released late?; I thought he got out at 4:30."

Responding back with urgency and seeing my father outside smoking, I continued, "He didn't come out until 6, and he wanted to shower, which he's doing now."

Ashamed, I felt the cum pooling into the towel under my hips and my nylons. With a huge gape where the gusset was, I held back tears.

"Look sweetheart," I said, needing to quickly pee before daddy finished his smoke, "I need to get off of here as his shower is over and he's hungry."

After we said I love you, I ended the call.

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Getting up to go pee I removed my one heel that was still on my foot while fishing for the other one that fell to the floor while daddy was slamming into me. I heard my father talking on his cell outside.

"Yeah I know bro but I'm fucking my daughter in a motel right now; Im just taking a cigarette break; Fuckin' prison does shit to you man,"he said.

Continuing, he added, "My daughter is wearing her wedding shit; The little bitch didnt tell me she was getting married."

He was obviously talking to a friend of his, who knows of our relationship.

Hearing that, I felt so humiliated and concerned. Sitting on the toilet I had to lift my dress over my waist as my pantyhose already had a hole in my gusset.

Finishing, I hear the door open then close. "Sylvie!," Daddy yelled.

"I'm going pee I'll be right out," I said, as I stood and smoothed my dress down and walked back to our bed.

"When we get back to Denver I got shit to handle," Daddy said, taking his jeans off. "Get back on that fuckin' bed and lift that dress. I aint done pounding your cunt by a mile."

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"Oh yess!! Daddy yesss!!" With my head down and my dress pushed over my back, he had his hands on my hips thrusting in and out of my worn out pussy. "Yes!! yes!!! yes!!! Oh daddy, just like that!"

I could feel the tip of his turgid cock knocking on my cervix' door.

He was really hurting me with his words saying, "You're as tight as your mother Sylvie you know that?"

As upset as I was with how he spoke about my mother I could only answer, "I'm sure I am daddy but it's ok I'm here with you... Ohhhhh yesssss!!"

Flipping me on my back and pushing back in he pushed my knees up to my bare tits and leaned forward.

As he was pumping he put his mouth to my ear and with his right hand adding pressure to my throat he whispered, "You fucking hide your wedding from me?!"

The cigarette smell from his breath was already making me ill but I knew where this was about to go.

Hearing the venom in his voice scared me so I tried expressing my apologies to him.

"I'm..... I'm... sorry... daddy.. Ohhh yess!" As hos thrusts became more pronounced I stammered, "I...I hoped...you would.... under...und... understand...ohhhhhh daddy!!

With me gripping the sheets and with disgust in his voice, he ignored my pleas and kept doing his thing while emphasizing every thrust in my womb. With the bedsprings creaking and our moans and grunts echoing, our room was the epicenter of the otherwise quiet hotel. That went on for about 45 minutes until he unleashed his third torrent of cum in his exhausted daughter. The finale consisting of, "Ahhhh fuck yes!!!."

My vaginal walls were gripping his cock trying to extricate every drop into my dismantled orifice.

"Yessssss!! Ohh daddy...mmmmmmm." Ending his thrusting I smiled up at him declaring, "I love you daddy."

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For those 4 days all we did was have sex, eat or sleep. Anytime his cock stood it was buried inside me. I never had as much semen emptied in my tunnel than I did those 4 days.

Giving me cream pies, facials, and soiling my pantyhose he also destroyed my pussy. When we were checking out of the hotel the lady saw how exhausted I was.

Monday morning we were on the road back to Denver as I had to tend to my wedding preparations. With Robert gone until Wednesday with his dad I knew housing daddy in my apartment would buy me time.

Having 13 months left on my current lease I went to work helping him contact his new parole officer, filling out the papers he needed to fill out, and talking to the courts. I was trying to see if they would let him live in my apartment as I was planning to move out after my wedding. The lease was very expensive and I made it a point not to allow my in laws to pay my way out of it.

Our first night in my apartment daddy fucked me most of the night. Little did I know that at some point in the motel those 4 nights I conceived. On Wednesday daddy received a call and an email saying he could stay with me in lieu of the halfway house. So now I just had to inform Robert of those plans. I did manage to get a few things done Tuesday and Wednesday as Robert's arrival home was imminent. Telling him that for the time being I would have to come to his parents house until our wedding proved an arduous task. He didn't like my just housing my father without consulting him first.

I reminded him of the delicate situation we were dealing with. Plus I'd like daddy to "accept" our pending marriage. So that when Robert does finally meet him it will be cordially accepted by both. He recognized that and we went about our preparations.

My father and I had a very clear understanding. During the day I will handle all my wedding preparations and have dinner and all with my fiance and his family. But at night my legs are up and daddy is between them. He said he really couldn't stop my wedding as deep into prep as we were. But he said as long as he's here Robert wont be "getting much."

But the Tuesday night before Robert and his father and uncle were to arrive home, the wedding I had been planning months for almost came to a crashing halt.

Earlier that day I met Mrs. Green for brunch. We always had brunch on Tuesdays but during our time together she informed me, through Robert, that my father had been released from prison. Feeling blindsided by Robert telling her after I asked him not to upset me.

"So Sylvie your father will be attending the wedding I assume?," Mrs Green questioningly asked.

I responded by saying, "Yes, he will be, but I was thinking of having him give me away."

Her eyes narrowing I pressed on, "I know Mr. Green and I agreed to this but I didn't know daddy would be released early."

After a little pleasant back and forth I told Mrs.Green I needed to break the news to her husband, Wednesday evening, after they get home. After she paid our bill, I told her I needed to get home as I had things to do.

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8:30 pm

The moonlight was our only source of illumination in my dimly lit bedroom. It was shining brightly enough on my bed to accentuate the two bodies mating, highlighting the ongoing debauchery.

"THUMP!!! THUMP!! THUMP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!"

The bed was incessantly hitting the wall. The bedsprings amping up causing headache inducing sounds in the bedroom as daddy was laying into me.

Trying to make the most of a bad situation I was responding to the assault on my well used cunt. "Ohh daddy yesss!"

My legs were resting comfortably on his forearms. The sex wasn't as frantic at this point because I asked him to take his time since we had all night.

"Unh! Unh!! Unh," I screamed. The moans and grunts, pronounced in the bedroom"Yes! Yes!....Yes!....Yes!"

Every thrust was plunging the deepest depths of my swollen, battered vagina. My incoherence, trying desperately to form any rational sentence.

Daddy's face was contorted and sweat laden. The tattoos, although not visible in the dimly lit temple and the concentration he was exuding as he pounded his then, 21 yr old daughter, made the scene more erotic. The lewdness and bawdiness of the situation had the excitement building.

"Fuck.....Sylvie..... God.....Yes..!," Daddy said, every word accentuated by each thrust in my boiling cauldron.

"C'mon daddy! Oh yes! Harder, God yessssssss!!," I yelped, naked aside from my pantyhose and heels. "Fuccckkk yesss...fuccckk.. don't.....stop!"

Doubling down on his relentless attack, he regripped my legs. And just as he was pushing them over my head, disaster about struck.

"Sylvie? Sylvie?, it's Jenn. Are you here?" The door closing loud enough, her presence unmistakable. "Sylvie?!"

Hearing this, I mouthed, "Da..daddy... OMG!"

Now normally he wouldnt care and he'd just keep going, but I was appreciative he understood the seriousness.

Quickly responding in a hoarsish voice, I announced, "I'm up here!!

Trying to sound somewhat authentic I proceeded by saying, "I'm not decent; I just finished showering. Can you please give me a second!"

"Oh ok! Take your time sweetheart; You left your shaul at the cafe when you'd left in such a hurry," Mrs. Green countered.

Quietly I said, "I'm sorry daddy. I'll quickly get rid of her."

Pulling out, his semen pooled on the towel under my body. Standing weak legged I mouthed, "I'll be right back."

Kissing his lips, I put a robe over me and my hair towel on my head.Pulling my pantyhose up over my waist, I slowly made my journey downstairs. Reaching the bottom step she was already walking up to me handing me my shaul.

"You forgot your shaul honey, I know how important it is to you," Jenn said once more.

Taking it, and with a tired smile I said, "Thank you. I am scatterbrained and just forgot."

Noticing my hosiery on my legs she changed topic. "Oh did I interrupt something?," Quizzically sizing me up.

"I was going to meet my father at a restaurant," I said matter of factly. Continuing I remarked, "He had things to handle but we agreed on a late dinner tonight."

Seemingly satisfied with my answer she ended her visit by saying, "Oh, let me let you get back to getting dressed; Have a pleasant dinner with your father."

Hugging her, she ultimately left. Closing the door behind me I hear, "Get your ass back up here Sylv! The bitch interrupted us for the last time!"

Sighing, I walked back upstairs," Yes daddy."

For the remainder of the night, he fucked my brains out.

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After Robert and Mr. Green arrived home, they shared stories to Mrs. Green and I about the elk they saw, and the grizzly bear that had run the elk off as we were in the car on the way to dinner that evening. Disappointed they didn't come home with a prize, they were glad they could spend quality time together. At dinner, I was sitting next to my fiance.

After finishing sharing the details of their trip I chimed in, "So, as Robert told Mrs. Green," I said, giving Robert the "look". I continued, "My father was released from prison; That is why I was gone a few days." (If they only knew what went on those 4 days.)

Turning my attention to Mr. Green I put my hand on his and sullenly I responded, "I know the plan was to walk me down the aisle."

Seeing the sadness growing on Mr Green's face, I encouraged his spirit by adding, "But I think it's only proper having my father walk me."

Without hesitation Mr. Green assured me, "Sylvie, I take no offense to what you've decided." Continuing he said, "Every little girl wants their father to walk them down the aisle!"

Putting his arm around me, he hugged me telling me not to worry and that I didn't hurt his feelings.

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That night after dinner as we were in bed taking a break. My father and I were coming down from the frantic high of a 25 minute fuck and talked about needing to get him fitted tomorrow with the hope they can get any and all alterations completed. It does help when Mr. Green can pull strings to get that accomplished, but I was still somewhat worried.

Laying my head on his chest and playing with his chest hair, I had said, "Friday's the rehearsal and dinner and I wanted to ask you something."

In typical daddy fashion, "What?", Was all he said.

"I know what we talked about earlier, like how we're going to be intimate the night before the wedding." With a deep breath, I continued, "But at the rehearsal could you please allow me to navigate the proceedings?"

Continuing, I said, "I have Robert, the groomsmen, his sister, my maid of honor, and the roles of you and me to make sure everyone knows their specific job."

"As long as we leave right after and I'm breeding your womb I'll behave while we're there," he retorted.

Thanking him, I engulfed his glossy rod matted with our combined secretions. After getting him hard as steel, he pushed me on my back and proceeded to lay his 'ready and willing' pipe into my barren forest.

My moans and his grunts took us through the remainder of that night. "Ohhhhh daddy yes!!"

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CH. 5 is already under way. The reception, pending wedding, and a surprise, will be the focus, ultimately culminating into the ending of my marriage, 3 years later.