Relationship with My Daddy

CH 1-5 TOLD THE STORY OF SYLVIE AND HER FATHER, DAVID, THEIR TORRID SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP AND THE UPCOMING WEDDING TO HER FIANCE, ROBERT.

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"Da...dad...daddy!!! Oh yessssss...yes...pl please...no more...oh daddy!!"

All night long; prior to my wedding, my father had been repositioning my insides. Thrust after consanguineous thrust. The sweat from our bodies and the stench of sex emanating from my bedroom made it like a scene from a brothel. The grunts and moans continued into the early morning.

"Fuckfuckfuckyessssss! God yesssssss! Fuck...me...oh yes....fuuuu...ck...me!!" I whimpered, my eyes glossed over and sheer lust strewn on my tired face.

Fuck!.This...pussy...Fuck...Sylv...yesss!" My hard thrusting, fat, disgusting father was orating. "Fuck yes!" he continued.

Regretting ever going to the pharmacy to get him an over the counter brand of Viagra, called Sildenafil, daddy kept up his assault on my weary; exhausted; yet, satisfyingly fucked engaged cunt. My wedding dress was now off of me after begging him to let me do so. Not wanting it ruined as it lie therein a crumpled heap on the floor, I was still wearing all of my other bridal wear as he soldiered on.

"Unh!.Ohhh!..Ungh..!So...Biggg...ohh...yess!"

The primality of the incestuous doings was nonstop. The headboard was beating a harmonious opus on the wall behind my king size bed. "Oh yessssssssssss," I mewed, holding on for dear life to the man who; not only was the reason for my birth, but also, unknowingly conceived with his own daughter.

His ginormous balls, heavy and bloated, were slapping a steady rhythm against my upturned butt. My legs were pinned behind my head. The points of my white pumps were pushing into the pillow my head rested on. Every slurping thrust was churning more and more of his lewd spunk, aching to be pumped into his, soon to be married, daughters stuffed cunt. With my head thrashing from left to right and our bodies literally bouncing off the mattress with each violent thrust, a light suddenly appeared at the tunnel.

"Here....it....comes..ahhh Sylv!!!!!

Wave after wave and volley after volley of the white splooge leaving his bloated prick was crashing against the cervix. The sheer volume of it, culminated from the hours upon hours of fucking. The effervescent white foam was pasted on the driving penis. A glaze of their juices settled innocently on my landing strip, as the urgency of the pumping finally began to slow down.

"Ohhhhhhhh...daddy." The surprising genuineness and love from the words were softly being said, as the two lovers were trying to come down from the frantic high that had been. "God, I love you daddy," I reiterated.

My engagement ring laden left hand was running through the greying hair of this old, violent fuck machine. With his hips finally drawing to a close, daddy ever so gently, (which is rare when we have sex), pulled his deflating, spent baby maker out of my trodden, well used pussy.

'PUHLOP!' The river of our mixed emanations

left a little puddle slowly staining the linens and mattress, as well as the worn pantyhose on my legs. That was all the undoubted proof of the raucous night, seemingly concluded.

Heavily panting and with sweat pouring off my father, he panted, "Good God girl, you're gunna kill your old man! Whew!!" Admiring the view of the 21 yr old woman, who, in just a few hours will be taking her 'vows' of marriage with her fiance, Robert, daddy got up to relieve himself.

"Wow." The words were hard to come by for even me as I lie there. My veil was still cockeyed on my head. With my lace ballroom gloves stuck on my arms, and my nylons, whorishly glued to my sweaty body, I tried to slowly catch my breath. With the sun making its' daily trek over the horizon, the father daughter duo lost their battle and fell asleep.

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BUZZZ!!BUZZ!! BUZZ!!!

Startling me out of my sleep, I picked up the buzzing cell phone. Realizing it was now 11 am and having slept 3 hours, I lamented knowing my wedding at was right around the corner.

"He..Hello?" I said, groggily sitting up in my bed and my father asleep next to me.

"Good morning Sylvie!" The bubbly voice of my, soon to be, 11 yr old sister in law Genevieve was loud in my pounding head. She continued, "Mama wanted me to call you and tell you we'll be over at 1 to start getting you ready for the wedding. I'm so excited!"

Not fully cognizant I rebutted, "Genevieve? Oh, hi sweetie. What did you say? Is everything alright?"

Repeating herself and jolting me out of my stupor, I had two hours to rid my apartment of the odoriferous effluvium permeating my whole apartment. Ending the call I shook daddy.

"Daddy! DADDY!" I said, panicking. "The Green's are going to be here at 1 to get me ready for the wedding!"

"Whu? What the fuck Sylvie!" Daddy stammered, jerked out his lumberous drowse.

"Daddy, we need to clean up and shower. Jenn and Genevieve will be here at 1, Please!" Practically pleading with him.

He got off the bed naked. Our juices were surprisingly visible on his spent organ, reminding me of the scorching night we just endured. Hearing the shower turn on, I proceeded to take the linens off the bed and toss them, as well as daddy's underwear, in the wash machine. Picking my wedding dress up off the floor, I was relieved it was still in good condition for the most part. Finding it VERY troublesome to walk, I poked my head into the bathroom and informed my father I was going to make us coffee and toast.

Managing to make my way downstairs without killing myself, I looked up at the living room and saw the picture of my handsome Robert, and me, smiling. He was sitting in a chair as I stood beside him, my engagement ring resting innocently on my finger, enhancing his shoulder. Feeling the pulsating of the actions of last night deep in my womb, a tear formed in my eye.

"I'm so, so sorry, my sweet Robert" quietly apologizing. "But I cannot wait to be Mrs. Robert Green." Kissing my fingers and putting them to his lips in the picture, I retreated to the kitchen.

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After our subsequent showers and a nice breakfast, I cleaned my kitchen and the remnants of the items used for our meal.

It was now 12:30 and I was folding the linens, awaiting my in-laws arrival.

"Sylvie!" Daddy uttered from our bedroom, "Get up here!"

Scurrying, I left the sheets in the dryer and went upstairs. Seeing my father lying on our bed with his underwear down and an erection that could touch the moon, I was loathing the current moment.

"Suck my dick," He said matter of factly, as I was standing before him in just a robe and suntan pantyhose.

"But daddy," I leered, reeling at his demand, "The Green's will be here soon."

Not caring, and with his menacing expression notwithstanding, he frighteningly said it again. "ON.....YOUR......FUCKING..... KNEES.... NOW!" Emphasizing each word.

Dropping to my knees in front of him as he stood by the bed, I commenced to servicing him.

"GluckGluckGluckGluck!"

As the lewd slurping sounds commenced, I was bobbing up and down and both of his hands on were my head. The blow job I was giving him felt awful. Pushing my head down with each descent down his fat shaft, daddy was loving the sight between his legs. Knowing Mrs. Green and Genevieve would be over shortly, I worked tirelessly to get him to pop. My mouth was aching from the sheer width of his fuck stick, the same one caving my insides for the last few days. Finally, I felt the warmth of his goo travelling down my throat and finding it's final resting place in my stomach. Thrusting his hips up and down as I sucked every last drop of his semen, daddy let out a relieving, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh fuck Sylvie!"

Finally satiated, I pulled my mouth off his slowly deflating manhood and stood. After wiping my mouth and retying the sash of my robe, I proceeded to lay out all of my bridal attire. I kissed him and softly said, "Thank you daddy I hope thats satisfies you for a while, but they'll be here soon, ok?"

"I'll be downstairs Sylvie while you three are readying you upstairs," He said, buttoning his pants.

With him heading downstairs, I let out a huge sigh of relief.

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Genevieve and Jenn arrived 10 minutes after and prepared me for the wedding. Genevieve did a wonderful job on my makeup, as Mrs. Green put my hair in an 'up do', so that my veil fit with no issues. Helping with my makeup, Mrs. Green made an astute observation.

Wiping my lip, she said, "What is this white matter on the siding of your lips?

Realizing what she found, I answered short of panic. "Oh, I ate a powdered donut and must not have gotten everything off my mouth."

Satisfying her with my answer, we finished prepping me. After they left, I let out a big sigh of relief.

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Arriving at the hotel I was a nervous wreck. It was about 3pm and I was still finding it burdensome walking after the all night barrage from my father. The 4" high heels I adorned on my little feet made every step seem like a chore as I felt my calf muscles and thighs seemingly wanting to fail.

After seeing Mrs. Green, we were led to my ready room, where I would stay until about 3:45, when I would be summoned. Making sure there were no last minute surprises, Mrs. Green gave me a quick lookover. Lace gloves, CHECK. No scuff marks on my heels, CHECK. no fraying or other issues on my veil, CHECK. But when overlooking my dress, I noticed a few "spots" underneath that only came from one source. Not wanting that noticed, I verified my dress was perfect.

At 3:45, I received a knock on the door, alerting me it was time. Performing one last look in the mirror and pleasantly surprised how I looked, even after the all night fuck-a-thon, I left the ready room.

As I walked out, daddy stood there. He was clearly awkward in the suit he was wearing. Following our plan, I took his arm and we started our walk to the entrance.

My silence piqued a response from my father and seeing my obvious anxiety he remarked, "You know WE aren't ending this Sylvie, even after the wedding, right." It was a very pointed statement and not a question.

Exhaling slowly, I responded, "I know daddy. I'm admitting to myself I don't know how I can make this work. You have a very strong sexual need and eventually Robert may find out." Seeing an evil smile on his face I continued, "I just can't explain suddenly postponing or cancelling the wedding."

Reaching the door, I could see all the guests that were there with smiles on their faces. Genevieve was standing in front of us, happily knowing she can strew the rose petals down the aisle awaiting me to walk over them. Feeling the pulsating still pronounced in my nether regions, I gulped with misgiving, knowing the vows I will be taking will have absolutely no meaning or moral leg to stand on.

Running my hand over the fabric of my dress, and feeling the nylons on my legs underneath, I finally realized my marriage was already doomed.

Hearing the music starting for "Here Comes the Bride", I looked up at my father and I saw his expression change. Clearly, he didn't want to be walking me down that aisle. There was zero doubt he didn't want to 'give me away' to anyone, even to Robert. One night, as we were fucking, he called Robert a pussy, who has no reason marrying a woman like myself.

I felt his body tensing up. My arm was through his arm, holding it as we took step, by step, walking down to an ecstatic, enthralled, gleeful man awaiting to seal the deal with his fiancee. Reaching the front, we stopped. The minister overseeing the proceedings began to speak. "Who gives this woman away to be married?"

For a long, agonizing 5 seconds, which seemed like 20 minutes, my father replied, "Her father does."

With a relieved sigh, I kissed daddys' cheek and took Roberts' hand. Smiling at the minister and then at Robert, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, the angry, displeased look in my fathers' face.

After exchanging our vows, the minister had asked the only other question that would curtail any advancement of my marriage. "If there is anyone who does not agree with this marriage, let them speak now, or forever hold your peace."

Daddy said nothing. I know he wanted to jump up and speak his mind. To push Robert out of the way. Tell him my pussy belongs to him. That I belong to him. But he said NOTHING. And that reaction, that silence, was what scared me most, as I know what the future held the next time daddy and me are intimate. But that time, as a married woman.

I ended up relieved, saying, "I love you. Thank you," Mouthing the repose to my father.

"By the power vested in me, and by the state of Colorado, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." Clapping could be heard. The hoots and the hollers were boisterously sounding off in the ballroom, as everyone seemed joyful of the newest union.

Except the stoic look of one silently angry man.

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As the guests began leaving for the reception down the hall, Robert and I were standing at the door accepting congratulations and kind words and hugs from our guests. Roberts' mom and dad; Genevieve; even the minister, hugged us and wished us a bright future. Daddy walked right out of the room bypassing his new son-in-law and me. Excusing myself from Robert, I went to chase my father down. Knowing how his anger was building up inside, I stopped him in the hall. Taking his hand, I led him to the furthest end.

Looking concerned, I ran my nails seductively over his clenched fists. "Daddy, please don't do anything to ruin this day. Allow us to revel in this occasion," I quietly said, hoping for him to understand.

Feeling the tension in our bubble, he quietly, but forcefully, lashed out at me, "YOU FUCKING LITTLE BITCH! YOU STILL MARRIED HIM!"

Reeling from his cutting words, I tried to tamp down the uncomfortability in hopes of enjoying my new reality.

Pleadingly, I continued, "Daddy, I couldnt just cancel my wedding, they have invested so much time and money into it. I am aware our relationship will continue and I know we will be intimate sooner, rather than later."

With his temperature not seeming to subside, I left him to go to my husband Robert. Walking in to the reception hall, his best man and my maid of honor made our way to the head table. Seeing my father sit at the table directly to my left, I gave him a wry smile with no reciprocation from him. Robert's parents were also at the table, but were resigned to the fact he was not very personable. Leaving him alone and not communicating with him, the reception commenced.

When it came time for the obligatory dances, "Endless Love" from Lionel Richie and Diana Ross began playing. Robert took my hand and led me to the dance floor. Looking over at my father, I saw through his blank face. I saw underneath the facade. He was angry. Putting my hands on Robert's shoulders, I tried looking at my husband, but as the song played, I kept glancing at daddy.

'My Love, there's only you in my life, the only thing that's bright...'

With a tear forming in my eye, I could sense the uneasiness in the room as everyone else was chatting, dancing, enjoying themselves.

'My first love, you're every breath that I take, you're every step I make...'

Suddenly, daddy stands from his seat and walks over. "Move Junior, I'm dancing with my daughter." Pushing my husband aside he takes my arms and puts them on his shoulders. Shocked by the rudeness and the outright indecent behavior brought forth by daddy, I could only be embarrassed as the other guests looked on.

Matriculating our bodies toward the back of the dance floor, the song was still playing.

'In your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, they tell me how much you care. Oohhh yes. You will always be...My endless Love...'

Looking over at my husband, I could see the dejection on his face and the anger in his parents faces. Then, daddy began talking to me in a low, but powerful voice.

"You WILL find a way to get away from him right now young lady. IF YOU DO NOT, I WILL FUCKING RUIN YOUR MARRIAGE TODAY!"

The color, all but gone from my face, I could only gulp and nod my head. "Yes....daddy" struggling to hold back tears.

"15 minutes. Meet me in room 217. Second floor. Make whatever ever excuse you need." Leaving me there on the dance floor, I looked hopelessly as he walked away. In a trance, I started walking back to the table. Everyone could see how distraught I was.

The first one to get to me was my husband. "What the hell just happened Sylv?" He asked, sincerely.

I stood there like a deer in headlights. "I..I...I need to deal with this. Daddy is not happy right now. Please afford me a respite from the reception. I'm going to change out of my gown and put on comfortable clothing; then I need to smooth things out with my father. I will be back soon."

Offering no pushback, Robert and his parents nodded. Knowing how delicate I was, they reassured me everything will be ok and they'll navigate the party until I get back. Leaving, I made a detour to the ready room to grab my overnight bag.

As I stepped on the elevator, my mind raced knowing as soon as I entered the room, I was going to be consummating my marriage.

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"Unh!.Oh yes...Unh!.Oh.. daddy..yes!"

His hands under my butt and his face in the pillow my head was also resting on, daddy was thrusting in me as if his life depended on it.

My legs were pointing upward. My dress was pushed over my waist. My veil was back on my head and I was looking over his right shoulder. My pantyhose had a hole in the gusset. All 290 plus lbs. on top of me smashing me, every thrust.

"Oh!..Unh!..Daddy!.Oh!..yesss..!"

Struggling with the weight on me, I could only audiblize one word every thrust. Gasping from every thrust, I could make out just enough of our incestuous coupling in the horizontal length mirror on the wall. My newfound wedding ring, adorned with 1 1/2 carats, showed brightly on my left finger, as someone other than my husband was ploughing my insides.

Alluringly, and in a voice I struggled to coherently manage, I encouraged him. "Oh!. Oh!..Daddy!.Fuck..me..Oh god...Yes!.." With his hips going 100 miles per hour, I could only hang on.

My nails were causing scratches in his back. One of my white high heels had popped off my foot. Runs began forming in my nylons. His labored breathing was giving me hope this ordeal would soon be over.

My father was giving me everything he had whilst cursing at me."You...fucking...

bitch!.Just..like...your...fucking...mother..!"

Looking up at the ceiling, I had tears running down my face. My make up was ruined. I knew after he finished in me, he would be more reasonable to talk to.

Feeling his balls tighten, the voraciousness of his breathing became more urgent. "Ahh! Ahh!" Moving his hands up my nylon clad legs, he straightened his body up. "Fuck yes..!"

Pulse, after pulse, after pulse, 6 pulsations to be exact, he collapsed on my body. "Oww! Ohh!" I yelped. Lifting his weight off me, I looked at the clock on the sidetable.

We had been expeditiously fucking for almost an hour. Not caring about his appearance, he changed out of his suit into the jeans, vest and Harley shirt he's so accustomed to. Putting his bandana over his ragged hair, he said, "Hurry up and shower. You have a reception to tend to."

After a quick shower, I put on a white sundress and stepped back into my white heels. With my legs embellished in new pantyhose, we made our way back to the reception. Making a pit stop, we dropped off everything at my ready room, so as to try and dispel the suspicions of my 90 minute disappearance.

Gasps could be heard as we re-entered the banquet room. Seeing just how my father was dressed, came as a huge disbelief to everyone. Seeing the tattoos on his neck, and the biker attire he wore, the black tie affair was anything but.