Pt. 1 - The Rehearsal Dinner
So far it was a very lovely dinner party.
Krista sat at the table with the others, her legs crossed. She slowly brought the glass of champagne to her lips as her eyes danced about the room. She looked over at her mother, Karen, sitting there looking nearly lifeless, a former shell of her energetic self. Krista smiled, knowing all to well, and proudly she might add, that she was responsible for the woman's lack of energy and near lack of a will to live. Her smile got even bigger as she looked over at her father and made eye contact. He winked and took a sip from his own champagne glass before tapping on his glass with his spoon, motioning for everyone to be silent. The smile washed away from Krista's face, and was nearly replaced with a look of disgust. She slowly turned her head towards her sister Martha and her soon-to-be groom Alexander.
Martha and Alexander had met through a friend of her father's, and they seemed to hit it off right from the start. Martha, with her mother's blonde hair and slim physique, was quite the catch for Alex, who despite coming from a wealthy family did not have much luck with women. While not the handsomest of individuals, he wasn't unattractive, and he kept himself in good shape. He was the youngest son of the Matthias family, and his parents were anxious to see him married off, particular to another well-to-do family that could get him a career and out of their hair.
While Alex seemed to be genuinely smitten with his bride, Martha could care less. While she certainly paid him enough attention to keep him, if not satisfied, than at least un-aware of her extra-curricular activities, she was more interested in the different social circles being a member of the Matthias family could get her access to. In the meantime, fucking anyone from the pool boy to her father-in-law certainly didn't seem out of the question.
"I would just like to say," Krista and Martha's father, Richard, announced to the guests at the rehearsal dinner, "how happy I am to see these two together. I'm sure tomorrow will a day and a ceremony we will be talking about for years to come." As the crowd applauded, Krista grinned to herself. Oh, they have no idea, she thought. She beamed another look of hatred towards her sister, who was too wrapped up in a conversation with her vapid friends and party guests to even notice. She turned her head slightly and noticed Alexander looking at her curiously. She smiled, batted her eyes, and stood up to walk away. She had plans for him, but they were for later.
She slowly crept down the hallway of the reception center, towards the restrooms. As she passed an office, she heard a couple of voices. One was her father's, the other she didn't recognize.
"That's fine, Mr. Andrews," the unfamiliar voice spoke, "Take as much time as you need. My office is your office."
"I appreciate that, Charles," her father replied, "I just have some business to conduct that can't wait until later, I'm afraid."
"No need to explain, sir," the man, who Krista gathered was the hall owner, assured him, "Just let me know when you're finished so I can lock it up later. Otherwise, take your time."
The owner walked out, smiling to himself and tucking something into his jacket pocket. A tip of some sort, Krista thought to herself. Daddy was never stingy with his money. She waited until the man had turned down the hall and was out of view, then walked over to the office, knocking softly on the door.
"Daddy?" she whispered, pressed against the door.
"In here, sweetie!" he called as he heard the knocking, "Come on in."
Krista opened the door and peered in, seeing her father sitting in the large desk chair. He stood up, smiled, and walked towards her, arms outstretched for a hug. He was in his early 50s, still handsome and still in great shape. She made sure of that, making sure he exercised daily and saw his doctor at least twice a year. His hair was starting to go a little gray in the temple but other than that he still looked very youthful. She giggled a little as he approached her, and she threw her arms wide to accept his hug, and squeezed him back with gusto. He leaned down a bit and kissed her on the cheek.
"Enjoying the party, sweetheart?" he asked, still holding her close.
"I would be enjoying myself more if it wasn't a party for her," she replied. Richard simply nodded and muttered an "I know" as he slowly loosened his grip and backed away from her. Then he took a step back, looked her up and down, and then lowered himself to his knees.
"Now that you are here, my goddess," he said, gazing up at her, "what may I do to please you?" Krista placed her hands on her hips and gave her father a wicked little smile. Those were the words she had been waiting all day to hear.
Krista was 5'8" tall and just a hair of a fraction over 110 lbs. She indeed have the body of a goddess, with curves in all the right places and breasts; large, soft and inviting; hung in front of her, calling to anyone who looked in their direction. He hair was a bright red and cascaded down to her shoulders. Her skin was creamy white, almost like a doll. If it wasn't for the evil fury that burned in her eyes, one would almost worry they would break her. She was only 18 but she was the goddess of her father's, in fact many man's life. She smiled down at her father, ran her hand through his hair, smiled, and then yanked his head back forcefully.
"Your goddess hasn't felt your tongue on her clit for some time," he told him, leaning her lips inches away from his ear, almost breathing the words to him.
"Please let me lick you, my goddess," he begged - a grown man begging his daughter to let him eat her out - as he looked up at her from the ground. Krista pushed his head away in disgust. She slide her skirt down to the floor then lifted herself up on the desk, spreading her legs wide open.
"Lock the door and come over here," she ordered him. He leapt to his feet and turned to lock the door. He pressed in the button on the doorhandle and then , like an excited child, hurried over to the desk where his youngest daughter sat, her legs spread open for him.
"Lick my pussy, daddy," she demanded, "Your goddess wants her pussy licked." Richard didn't need to be told twice. Dropping to his knees once again, he ran his tongue up her slit, tasting it's wetness, finding it's way inside of her. She moaned and ran her finger through her hair and once again had to admit: her father certainly knew how to eat pussy. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard for a few minutes, before letting his tongue dance circles around it. She could feel her hips almost involuntarily thrust against his face, and had to bite down on her knuckles after he shoved two fingers inside of her wet snatch.
"Are you ready to cum now?" she asked, grabbing his hair and yanking his face away from her dripping pussy. He simply nodded, his eyes filled with lust and devotion to her. She really was his goddess and he worshiped her completely.
Krista's mother was, as he daughter so delicately put it, "a cunt." A vile, evil woman who used her looks and her pussy to get what she wanted. Karen had met Richard at Yale. Richard was a student, and Karen was looking to marry a Yale graduate. In Richard she found her perfect man; a successful, intelligent man with a rich family. More importantly, someone she could dominate, shape to her liking and push around as much as she wanted. For as handsome and talented at Richard was, he was also a pushover and easily intimidated in personal matters. A lion in the boardroom, but a sheep in the bedroom. Once Richard graduated and landed a high paying job, Karen took herself off the pill without telling him and nine months later Martha was born.