Thanks to "Alpine Skier" for editing.<
Thanks to "Doc" for allowing me to bounce ideas off of him.
Hope everyone enjoys the story.
"Oh Wesley! Oh Mr. Preston! I'm cumming!" Her legs tightened around my head as her orgasm overtook her. With my tongue buried inside her, I waited as her pleasure subsided. I stood and looked at the beauty before me straight in the eye.
"Are you prepared for this?"
With a tone full of hunger came her response. "Yes."
I laid her down, put a condom on, and positioned my cock at her virginal entrance.
"Don't you dare finish early. She wants two." The voice of my daughter commanded from behind me.
I nodded.
Right now I was at the threshold of fucking an 18 year old high school brunette, you would assume I was happy. Considering I am 41 years old, 5'7", thin as a rail, with no muscle whatsoever, and have some gray appearing in my hair, you would assume I would be ecstatic. You'd be wrong. I'm in this position because my 18-year-old daughter gave me an order. I bought and paid for the six bedroom, 2 1/2 bath LA home I am currently in, the Porsche and Lexus in the garage, all the decor in the home, and have over 26 million in stocks, bonds, and in the bank, but none of it is mine. I was forced to retire from my vice president position in a company that handled corporate mergers and acquisitions, which is a polite way to say hostile takeovers. It was a job I loved. Now, because some teenager paid my daughter, my job is to satisfy the beauty before me, also known as a whore. What went so wrong?
I married my two months pregnant college sweetheart, Kristin, right after graduation. God, I loved her. I immediately got a job at Arden Acquisitions and was determined to work my way up the corporate ladder so I could provide a good life for my family. Julia was born seven months later. To say I was a bad husband and horrible father would be understatements. I worked 90 to 100 hours a week and rarely took a day off. I was never home. I neglected the physical and emotional needs of my family. After 10 years, Kristin had enough. She took Julia and divorced me. She soon found love in the arms of a mixed martial arts trainer, Trent something or other. Seven years later Kristin passed away after a drunk driver ran a red light and collided into her. Now at 17, Julia was coming to live with me.
I went to the airport to pick up Julia, not even knowing what she looked like. I didn't have a current picture. Come to think of it, I didn't have any pictures of her. I just held up a sign with her name on it. The young woman walking toward me was very pretty. She wore blue jean shorts and a tank top. She had long brown hair done up in a ponytail with matching brown eyes and stood and inch or two taller than me. You could also tell she worked out. She had muscle definition in her arms, legs, and abs.
"Dad?"
"Are you Julia?"
She gave me a hug, which surprised me. I put one arm around her and patted her back.
"C'mon, let's get going. I took an extended lunch break to pick you up. I'll drop you off at home on my way back to work. There are five bedrooms you can choose from. Pick one and it's yours."
"Oh, okay."
I arrived home from work around eight o'clock that night. Julia was waiting.
"Hi dad."
"Hello Julia."
"Do you always work this late?"
"Usually."
"I made you dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs. I put a special ingredient in the..."
"That sounds nice, but I already ate. Listen, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. It's nice to see you again."
And so it came to be after seven years, my daughter was now living with me. I enrolled her at St. Mary's Catholic School for Girls and brought her a Lexus so she could get around. I always made sure she had money. Anything she asked for, she received. A top-of-the-line stereo system, computer, and a big-screen TV decorated her room. I even allowed her to transform one of the spare bedrooms into her own personal fitness center. I would sometimes see her in there and be amazed at how much she could lift.
Six months went by and everything was great. Arden Acquisitions was at the summit of the industry and Julia was, I suppose, a senior now. We still didn't talk much. I would only take one or two days off a month and I would then spend those days watching CNN to catch up on the news. That's when my life spiraled out of control.
I met Sally during my lunch break at a café across the street from my office. She wore a blue executive suit and was constantly batting away her black hair out of her face. I could get lost in her brown eyes. She was disorganized and clumsy despite working on a case for the District Attorney's office. Just the sight of her made me laugh and I was drawn to her immediately. The next three weeks I saw her every day for lunch. She was my exact opposite, giddy to my serious. She had a unique perspective on life that I adored. We decided to start going to dinner in addition to our normal routine. I wasn't getting home until 11 at night, and as always, Julia would be waiting for me with a smile and ask me about my day. She is so considerate. I would give my typical one-word answer of good or fine and head to bed. On the fifth night of going to dinner with Sally, a Friday, Julia finally inquired.
"Hi dad. How was your day?"
"Good. I'm going to go to bed now."
"Dad, why are you getting home so late this week?"
"No reason, just swamped at work."
"Oh, okay. You're off this Sunday, right?"
"Yes."
"I'm so excited. I can't wait!" She clapped as she finished.
"Oh, that's nice. Good night." I said dismissingly.
The next day, I was dropping Sally off at home when she said something wonderful to me.
"Would you like to come up?" There was lust in her eyes.
"Absolutely." I responded without hesitation.
Once the door shut, we were all over each other. As we kissed, our tongues met with passion. Our clothes may not have survived the displacement from our bodies. My hand reached for her pussy. It was already wet.
"I need you," she moaned.
Who am I to forsake her of mankind's most primal need. I attacked her with my raging hard on with reckless abandon. This wasn't making love. This wasn't even sex. This was pure and simple fucking. Our bodies were saturated in sweat and the sound of our lovemaking permeated the air with each rigorous thrust I gave her. She bucked against me with breakneck speed. I rubbed her clit and she had a spasm immediately. I felt a flooding of her most intimate crevice around my cock. It was more than I could take. I released my seed and our bodies stopped, allowing the power of our orgasms to be truly enjoyed. It took all of 20 minutes. I fell next to Sally and we spooned. Later that night, or should I say morning, we made love. It was a completely different experience, sensual and full of exploring of two anatomies that continued for almost 2 hours. Needless to say, I didn't make it home until 8:30 Sunday evening, and I was feeling good.
"Where were you last night and all day today?" Julia scowled as I entered through the door.
"I was out."
"You were out? You were just out?" She obviously didn't appreciate my answer.
"Listen, not that I need to explain myself to you, but I was with Sally Carrington, an incredible woman who I met a month ago. Now you know, so lower your tone."
"Let me get this straight. You met a woman, courted her, and then last night, I can assume you had sex with her while I've been here for seven months and you made zero attempt to have a relationship with your daughter! Do you even remember two nights ago when I said I was excited about you being off today? Do you even know why?" Her eyes began to well up.
"I recollect you clapping or something, but I ... Just tell me what was so damn important."
"The one day I thought I could spend the day with my father. The one day I thought I could get to know my own father, I figured my fucking 18th birthday would be it. You Asshole! You can't even remember your only child's birthday. All those years mom told me you called and left a message.
All those years a present arrived in the mail from you. But you didn't do any of it. It was just mom protecting me. You bastard. I don't have a father! I hate you!"
"Sorry, I'll make it up to you."
"You'll make it up to me? What, with another car or are you going to buy me a house?"
"Is that what you want?"
"No!"
"Well whatever it is, it's yours. I'll buy it tomorrow." I turned to go to upstairs. "Now excuse me. I'm tired and going to bed. Good night and Happy Birthday."
After a couple of steps, I was forcibly turned around.
"I want you to see this coming." She had an iniquitous look strewn about her face.
Before I could respond, Julia swiftly kicked me in my testicles.
"That's for choosing some piece of ass over your daughter."I was on my knees and she attacked. "This is called the Kimura."
It felt as if my left arm was going to ripped from my shoulder. The pain was immense. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, with an evil smile. "Was she worth it? Do you love her, Wesley?"
I couldn't answer. My teeth were clenched shut.
"I asked if you love the bitch!" She pulled harder.
I screamed in pain. "I think so."
She held me for an indiscernible amount of time. Each fleeting second felt like 10 years. Finally, Julia threw me off to the side. I laid face down and reached with my left hand and held my right shoulder, grateful I was free and my arm still connected to my body. It was short-lived. I don't know where she came from, but her arms came underneath me and flipped me over her body and I landed on my stomach. She then rolled over me.
"This is the crucifix neck crank. How does it feel?" She stated with a maniacal laugh.
It was rhetorical question. My daughter was now evil incarnate. She held me for what seemed to be an eternity and the pain was excruciating. I was resigned to the fact she was going to decapitate me.
"I imagine if your head was a pimple, this is how I would pop it. Now, it's your turn to listen. I have decided how you are going to make it up to me. I own you. Everything that was yours is now mine. House, car, bank accounts, even your very soul. You will do my bidding. No more work. No more girlfriend. Submit to me! I am your Master!
"What?" I responded, barely audible.
She torque my neck even further. I surrendered. The pain was unbearable, but that is only a small part of why I relented. I gave in because she was right. She made dinner every night and lunch every day, a lunch I always gave my secretary. She sat and watched CNN with me every day I had off. She asked about my day every night. She tried. She made the attempt and I didn't even know it was her birthday. Surrendering was accepting guilt, taking responsibility for my deplorable actions.
"Yes." I whimpered.
"Yes what?" She wrenched my neck more.
"Ah! Yes Master! Yes Master! Ah!"
Julia released me from my torture. I laid in the fetal position until something was thrown near my head.
