Relationship With My Daddy Ch 02

Chapter 2.

After ending my call with my father, who is being released from prison, 11 days before my wedding, my then fiance, Robert and I hashed out a minor disagreement as I told him about the violent person my father is. Reluctantly, I convinced him that I needed to go alone, as daddy was furious that I didn't tell him about my wedding, finding out from someone, I don't know who.

Before anyone of you readers comment about daddy having to be careful 'what he said to me' because all calls in prison are listened to. This isn't my first rodeo, as my father and I have a coded language he uses when taking to me.

It describes what he expects, what I am to wear, etc. We started this "coded language" right after my 18th birthday, after I received my driver license. I picked him up once before, about a month before my high school graduation, and what I am explaining to you happening before my wedding, happened the first time I could pick him up alone.

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For example, prior to my wedding, he was released in late April of 2018. I was now 18 and I, unbeknownst to mummy, to Sterling CO to pick him up.

When he walked out of the jail and saw me, I was standing in front of my car, little black dress, black 2" 'fuck me' pumps, adorned with a little bow on the toe, and tan colored pantyhose. My hair was medium length, with bangs just over my eyes, and earrings in my ears.

Here I was, 18 years old, graduating from high school in 3 weeks, about to go to a motel close to the jail, Daddy 'relieving' his pent up aggression from jail, into me.

When I saw him walk out with two guards, he looked over at me and smiled. One of the guards commented on the young woman, standing in front of a car, dressed how I was. "Alright Mac," The guard said, slapping daddy on the back referring to him by, I assume, a nickname, "Be easy on that young lady, we don't want to see you back here again!"

Daddy laughing, dressed only in a pair of old slacks and a white T-shirt and his vest, and his black motorcycle boots, commented, a little too loudly, "Oh I'm just going to be fucking her brains out; An old man like me needs the company of women, even if she is a callgirl." Continuing, he said, "Hell, I've been cooped up with you son of a bitches for 13 months!" Hearing this, I gulped, knowing what my night had in store.

The guard, questioning daddy said, "She must have cost a pretty penny, seeing how she's dressed, how in hell did you even pay for it, being locked up?"

Daddy, without blinking an eye, staring right at me and said, "I've had her before; Fucked her senseless for 2 whole days; I have mutual friends who help me out and booked her for me!"

Satisfied, the guard quipped, "I mean it Mac, I'd better not see you here again!" Leaving, he started walking to my car, I could feel my vagina getting wet, having had this man buried in the confines of my cunt, several times before.

As he's walking the 50, or so, yards to me, my anxiety level began rising. The secretions coming from inside my love tunnel was saturating my pubis, and the gusset of my pantyhose. I swear, I felt faint, but it's because I knew in. about 30 minutes he was going to be balls deep in his daughter.

Once reaching me, there was no hi, no hello. No, his first question was,"Did you get us a room?"

I could only nod and above a whisper, "Yes daddy, its about 10 miles from here."

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Arriving at the motel, just off the interstate, it didnt look like your typical Best Western, or even a Super 8. Rather, it was just a piece of land, off I-80, with 6 single standing rooms, not attached, no color, no bustling foliage, no signage. It looked dull and dreary. there was a little red pick up truck parked at the very end, with a little gas station at the other end.

Walking in to check-in, there was a gruff looking, frail old man about 70. Daddy, with my hand resting in between his left arm, put $500 of my money on the counter and said, "NO INTERRUPTIONS.. Do you understand me?"

Looking at the man with a look that could frighten chrome off of a trailer hitch, the man nodded, "Understood."

"I'm going to be fucking this fine piece of meat here, so don't bother us, right Sylvie?"daddy said, with a stern look on his face.

Looking over at me. "Yes please leave us to our privacy," I rebutted, in a soft voice, eyes not looking directly at the old man.

Walking into our room, it was cold, dark, needed a paint job, the bed was an old metal frame with a very worn and obviously well used mattress. Looking at the bed, I cringed.

"What are you fucking waiting for, Sylvie, pull your tits outs!" Daddy, the hunger, lust in his eyes, having been locked up 13 months, wasnt waiting any longer.

The nasty run down motel, no 18 yr old should ever be in was quite 'active' to say the least.

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"Unhh!Unh!Unh!Unh!,"my moans filling the room." "Fuck yes Sylv, I've missed this pussy!!," Daddy said, revelling in the beautiful girl, her head down, hair draped over, her dress pushed over back. We didn't usually perform doggy style, but he was so 'backed up' he just said "All 4s, NOW, little one.!"

My hands, flat on the bed, fists clenching the sheets, every thrust from behind, in my trodden, bruised pussy. "Daddy! Oh daddy!! Oh daddy!!"

Every violent slam forward, his scrotum colliding with my ass, and the back of my thighs. "Fuuuckkk I've missed this pussy!!," Daddy would mutter, focused on the cunt he's intent on destroying.

Trying to relent this storm, looking back at my father, his face full of sheer lust, tears coming from my eyes; my face, a distant memory from what was presented an hour ago, standing in front of the car, the incest fuck fest raged on.

Looking at the mirror to my left, the sheen from our sweaty faces, my fathers belly, draped over my butt, his body full of tattoos, my pantyhose, whorishly pulled down to my knees, slamming into my newly adult pussy, "daddy! yes, oh daddy, yes!" echoing throughout the room.

FINALLY, exploding into my sore cunt, " AHHHHHHHHHH!!." Daddy flexing his hips trying desperately to expel 13 months of pent up cum, feeling the relief inside the warm envelope I was providing.

Finishing, he pulled out of me. I fell face first into the pillow, exhausted from the pummeling, breathing hard. Daddy put his pants on and went outside for a cigarette.

Those 2 days were torture. The only time we left our room was to eat, otherwise, we were having sex.. LOTS OF IT. Mummy was upset I didnt inform her of my whereabouts, but she knew I was trying to keep us safe.

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When we walked into my house, mummy, at the table drinking water, put her cup down. "Sylvie!, OMG, honey!," As she ran up to me, hugging me. The exhaustion, rendered boldly on my face, my bowlegged walk, my black dress, practically hanging off me, told mummy all she needed to know.

"Don't get too comfortable young lady; We'll be busy again, later." I went to my bedroom and fell onto my bed immediately falling asleep.

25 minutes, I was jarred out of my sleep. "DAVID!! noooooo!! Ungh! Ungh!Ungh!!"

Groggily, I lie there hearing my father, raping and beating my mother, ignoring her pleas of pain. A tear down my eye, I silently cried.

Knock! knock! Jarred out of my sleep, looking at the clock it was now 5 pm.. I had slept 4 hours. "Honey, come eat, I made dinner early." My mom, in her sweet, loving, kind voice, said.

Hearing my stomach growl, I kicked off my high heels, still having not yet showered since getting home, and went to the kitchen.

Daddy was already there, cutting into his 2 prime rib steaks, mashed potatoes, and carrots, eating like a pig. Food sloshing around, his mouth open. Sitting down in my spot, I pick up my fork. Daddy grabs my hand as I cut in my steak, "Ain't you gonna say your blessing?"

Mummy and me always said a blessing at dinner so daddy was making mockery of our ritual. "Yes, sorry. Thank you daddy."

After saying my prayer, I ate. I forced it down, as I was famished from those 2 days in the motel. Looking at my father, I said, "May I be excused daddy, I need to take a shower. I have school tomorrow." Him nodding, I got up, put my plate in the sink and took a long bath.

Later that evening, the familiar sounds in my parents bedroom, the moans, pleas, cries, grunts, bedsprings, then silence.

I never ever said anything when they finished their torrid session. Mum would come to my bedroom and all she would say in a melancholic tone was, "Daddy said to be ready in 20 minutes."

3 weeks later, standing in line, waiting on my name to be called, as my fellow classmates received their diplomas, excited about their futures, I received my diploma. Looking at it "Sylvie Agatha McDonald has successfully completed all required works, thereby awarded this diploma June 13, 2018." I was so happy. Mummy, giving me a hug, congratulating me.

Daddy stood there, that normal look of indifference. I walked over to hug him and all he said was, "Time to celebrate, eh baby?"

Nodding I said, "Yes daddy.".

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Now in my parents room, my cap and gown, still on my body, the gown unzipped bit still over my shoulders. my dress pushed over my waist, white heels, hanging onto my toes, Daddy was ploughing his high school graduate daughters pussy.

"Ahhh Ahh Ahh!!," The headboard denting the wall, my wails and moans, heard by mum in the kitchen as she was cooking dinner.

"Oh yes! oh daddy yes!" My legs pointing upward, nylons at my hips. One load already coating my face, my hair, and spotting my graduation gown.

Gripping his forearms, looking at the 290lb man, grunting away, sweat billowing off his forehead, his eyes, glossed over as if his soul was vacationing somewhere else. "Fkkk Sylvie!! fuck yes!"

After 20 more minutes, daddy pumping away, mummy forced to listen to my being violated on my high school graduation day, softly knocked on the bedroom door, "Dinner's ready." Mummy's high heels click clacking down the hall, daddy finally unloaded deep into my womb.

2 days layer daddy violated his parole, forcing him to finish the remainder of his prior sentence.

Which leads us back to what I was re-hashing, step by step, to my wedding, and 3 years later, my marriage coming to a shocking conclusion.

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Ch.3 is underway, I might need to take a little more time on this chapter. Please bare with me as I try and give you a good product. I'm still learning the nuances of other writers.