The next day found Gabby still covered in her father's cum...though it had by this point dried. She had been unable, and unwilling to wash it off the night before. As she awoke, all of the previous night's activities flashed through her mind. She found herself quivering, both in arousal and horror.
How could she ever face her mother let alone her father ever again? She knew that it was imperative that she end this now before it got completely out of control. It was not only wrong it was sick. She pulled herself together; she went to the bathroom and took a long shower. Gabby managed to complete the shower without giving in to the compelling urge to masturbate as she thought about the very thorough, commanding, satisfying fucking she had received from her father.
Retreating to her room, Gabby threw on her most conservative of lounge outfits. It was a deep blue tracksuit that covered her from neck to ankle. She forgot the fact that the pants came off easily with a quick tug; they had buttons all the way down each leg. She headed down stairs and quickly threw together a breakfast fit for a king. She hoped that good food would help things go more smoothly. Gabriella wrongly assumed that her father would be facing the same remorse and guilt as she. The haze of her passion clouded her memories of the night before. Were it not so, she may have remembered that her father had given her the only out he was ever going to. And she had refused it in favor of the ardor her body ached to experience.
2 Steven, on the other hand, was blissful. He was looking forward to a blowjob before work. He knew that eventually he'd have to teach Gabby how to give a proper Blowjob, but for now he really enjoyed force fucking her face, and thrusting in and out of her throat as his discrimination.
Steven frowned when he reached the kitchen. It looked like this morning was going to be a plan B morning. Oh well Punishment had its benefits. "Gabby Why don't you drive me to work; you can keep the car and get your school supply shopping done. He said reasonably. It was imperative that he handle this correctly, especially while under the drunk but watchful eyes of Agatha.
Through breakfast and a block into the drive to work, Steven stayed silent. He knew his daughter. She was dying for him to start the conversation. She wanted to back out of their agreement and not only was he not going to make it easy on her...he wasn't going to allow it at all.
3 Gabby felt sweat trickling down her back. She really didn't want to do this, but it looked like she had no other choice. "Daddy...I know that what we did last night was well it was; it was. But we can never do that again. I mean you're my Daddy. It's not right. Father's and daughter's aren't supposed to do THAT. And it would kill Mom, and I mean she has been through so much already. She can't handle anything more. So we can never do that again. We have to stop."
"No." Steven said simply. Man did he love Seinfield. It was so educational.
Gabby's mouth dropped open. She wasn't sure what to think, what to say. So she simply gasped, "huh?"
"I told you last night there would be no going back. Once we started, you belonged to me. You are mine. My daughter, but also my fuck toy, my whore, my pain slut. Until I decide that I no longer want to fuck you, I no longer want to watch you get fucked, you are mine." Steven's voice was almost conversational, but there was something there that reached down to the very core of Gabriella's pussy. It went from Sahara to the mighty Mississippi by the time he finished. Her hands started to shake from the massive influx of desire. "Do you understand?"
"But Daddy,"
"No butts but yours, I asked do you understand?"
