Relationship With My Daddy Ch 03

Continuing with my past, on how my relationship with daddy was, the trials mummy and me were put through, her death, and him returning to prison. I start this Chapter by continuing and replaying, my wedding, and picking daddy up from prison after his subsequent release in 2021, leading up to my marriage ending, 3 years later.

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May, 5th 2021

After Robert and I had a conversation about daddy, his calling me out of the blue, and learning of his pending release, he reluctantly backed down and relented on going with me to pick up my father.

Later that day, Mrs. Green picked me up so I could pick up my wedding dress. I told her It would be one less thing I had to worry about getting. Once arriving, I tried it on and the person helping me made sure no other alterations were needed. It fit well.

"Goodness Sylvie, you look beautiful," Mrs Green, with a glowing smile, complimented me. Adding, she continued, "I still remember when Robert's father and I married 30 years ago; My dress was not THIS beautiful."

Now, tearing up, I hugged her saying, "Thank you, you have been so good to me."

The dress, a 3D floral plunging strapless Tuile ball gown with a slit in the leg and a mid length veil with beaded edge, all fit properly. The heels, 4" white close toed lace-up heels were already sitting in my closet as I hadnt yet decided on those or just plain white 4" pumps for my wedding. I was also still undecided on darker suntan pantyhose or lighter sun beige ones, embellishing my legs under the gown.

Satisfied, Mrs Green paid the balance owed and we left. What she didn't know at the time is I was told by my father to be wearing my bridal attire when I get him at the prison.

We ended up meeting Robert and Mr. Green at Capelli's, an upscale Italian restaurant near their home. I'd asked Robert not to mention daddy yet, as I didn't want Mrs Green to nose around asking me several questions. She is a wonderful lady, make no mistake, but she is very 'uppity'. I just didn't want anymore stress added to me. I told Robert they would meet him at the wedding rehearsal and dinner, and if not then, definitely the wedding.

I was sitting beside Mr. Green, with Robert sitting by his mother, when Mr. Green chimed in, "Jenn said you two went to get your dress. She refused to show me a picture with you wearing it at the bridal shop."

Mrs Green, taking the lead, rebutted him saying, "Nahh uhh, if Robert can't see it, neither can you; Luckily she has her own apartment so you nosey poseys have no access to it." Waving her finger at Robert scoldingly quipped, "And you, Mister, I'd better not hear you trying to sneak glances in her closet."

"But I'm walking her down the aisle dear," Mr. Green whined, reminding her of that important job.

"I don't care, the day of the wedding everyone will see." We were all laughing after Mrs. Green quashed those flames.

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On our drive back to my apartment, Robert spent the night. I was unusually quiet as the only thing on my mind was facing daddy tomorrow. I knew he was furious that I never mentioned my wedding. I just didn't know how he found out.

Robert tried to initiate intimacy, but I told him I wasn't in the mood. Assuring him it wasn't because of anything he did, he understood the emotions I was in the midst of, and so we went to sleep.

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The next morning, I arose before Robert, took a shower, shaved my legs, trimmed my pussy how daddy likes it, and went downstairs to make him breakfast before seeing him off. As he slept, I packed an overnight bag, consisting of several pair of panty hose, my veil, my lace, elbow length gloves, my garter I slide over my thigh, my white choker, and both pair of my white heels. I had already dressed in a floral dress, and yellow pumps, nylons already encompassing my legs.

Grabbing my wedding dress, secure in its safety bag, I went to the parking garage and hid the overnight bag, and wedding dress in the trunk. Once I accomplished that task, I went back up to my apartment, and made breakfast.

Walking Robert out to his car, we talked a little about the 3 hour drive I had, my 'gameplan' in how I was going to allay daddys concerns, and Robert's requests I text or call him along my journey and when I officially have daddy with me. Kissing him softly on his lips, holding one anothers hands, we both expressed our love for each other. Getting in his car, I waved him off.

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Now gone, I went to my car, and got my wedding dress, my choker and my lace-up white close toed pumps, and took them back to my apartment. Standing in front of the full length wall mirror, holding my gown up against my petite frame, a tear forming in my eye, I privately apologized to my fiance. "I'm sorry Robert, I love you so very much, but I cannot avoid this."

Changing from my floral dress into my wedding dress and looking in the mirror, I saw a different woman in that picture. Anxious, scared, full of dread, angry, desperate. "Damn you daddy!, I love Robert!"

Now dressed, my gown flowing, suntan pantyhose under my dress and my lace-up heels cinched around my ankle, I thought I would add an anklet, accentuating the nylon on my legs. I finished putting my hair in pig tails, put my eyeliner and lipstick on, and put my earrings, engagement ring and my long, black trench coat on. "Daddy will approve, maybe he'll be gentler on me tonight even though he's angry," I naively thought..

Looking at the picture Robert and I just took a few months earlier on the wall of my living room, I kissed my fingers and put them on Robert's lips, "I love you honey, I'm so so sorry."

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Grabbing my purse I figured it better to wear my flats, as manipulating the gas pedal would be easier. I took the stairwell to the parking garage. It's a little easier going that way as many people take the elevator down. Holding my heels and purse in my right hand, my keys in my left, I made it to my car and got in. I did notice a couple people from my complex look my direction, but the garage is not super illuminated where i park my car.

Looking in my rearview mirror, a sense of shame washed over me. Remembering the pregnancy scare I had after my high school graduation, I was fully aware of the grave possibility of conception. I have not been on birth control, stopping it 6 months earlier, as Robert and I planned an immediate start to trying for a family.

Once he gets me into that hotel room, as I have to locate the closest one to the jail or prison he is at, he doesn't waste time. If he doesnt finish in me at least 3-4 times the first night, something is wrong with him. Talking to myself and taking a deep diaphragmatic breath, after letting it out, I told myself, "You look EXACTLY how he expects you, you'll be ok.." Concluding, I shook my head, "Here we go."

Pulling out of the parking garage, I head for I-25 for the 3 hour journey to Florence.

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Buzzz!!Buzzz!! Noticing my phone buzzing, Robert was calling me, but how I had my phone in the holder, I put it on speaker hitting 'Accept'.

"Hello sweetheart," I carefully said, navigating the road at 70 MPH, "Miss me already?"

"Yes. And it's only been 45 minutes," Robert said. "How's traffic?"

"It's not bad, I avoided traffic, but I should be there about 4; Daddy gets released at 4:30," I reminded him.

"Oh good, get him settled and then go eat a good dinner," Robert continued.

I said, We'll see when I get there, I think we'll be doing some catching up." Realizing what I just said and the twinge I felt in my nether regions, I changed the subject.

After another 10 minutes, I ended the call and turned my attention to my immediate future.

About 11 miles from the prison, I saw a Super 8 motel off the interstate, so I told myself to call and rent us a room as soon as I arrived at the prison.

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3:45

Pulling up to the gate, I had my ID out and told the guard I was picking up David McDonald. Seeing I had my overcoat on, and my makeup and choker out for all to see, he asked if I could remove my coat, due to safety protocols. Hesitantly, I unbuttoned it enough to open it. Seeing I had my wedding gown, his facial reaction changed to a simple head nod, and an, "Ok looks like everythings clear."

With a forced smile, I thanked him and drove where I was directed. Parking, I called up the Super8 and reserved us a room for 4 nights.

After finishing my call, I looked in the mirror. I was trying to be calm, but as the seconds passed, I was getting butterflies in my stomach. At 4:25, I opened my car door, and putting my left leg out I slipped my high heels on both feet, lacing them over my ankle. Removing my coat, my dress pooled around me. Making sure my pantyhose had no runs in them, I moved the slit in my dress over, and seeing they were fine, I walked over to the front of my car, as is always expected.

Standing there I was self conscious as others arrived to pick up an inmate as well.

Hearing things like,"Damn her man is going to be fucking pounding her fine ass tonight wearing that outfit," an older Hispanic gentleman had said, as he was walking with a couple other men.

"I'd camp out between her thighs," I heard another say.

Out of disgust for sexualizing me, I suddenly notice 4 guards and 3 others walk out. Seeing my father, the butterflies hit me like a thunderbolt. He had on a clean white T-shirt, his belly pushing the shirt to maximum density, ripped jeans, and his leather boots he wore on his motorcycle. Leaning back against the hood of my car, I put my leg out of the slit in my dress, presenting part of the goldmine he's about to inherit. Looking obviously haggard, with a cigarette in his mouth and in need of a haircut and shave he walked over to me, holding a trash bag over his shoulder.

"Hi daddy," I said, in a very soft, sensual voice, trying to break the ice. "I missed you," I said, sizing up whether I'll see his anger now, or later.

"Did you get us a room?," He said, matter of factly.

"Yes, theres a Super8 motel about 11 miles from here; I got it for 4 days, like you said," I continued.

"Good, we have a lot of fucking to do princess, don't we?," Bluntly coming from his mouth. Pausing, I just looked at him, not knowing how to answer. "Don't.... we.... Sylvie..?" The look in his eyes, the emptiness in them, the calmness with which he said it,

"Yes daddy, we have a lot of fucking to do," was the only answer I could give.

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Gluck!Gluck!Gluck! My head in his lap, veil snuggly sitting atop my head, I had all 9 fat inches of his pussy splitter, down my throat as he was driving us to the motel. With my dress over my waist, the glean off my pantyhose clad leg stuck sluttishly out of my dress, any truck driving by, had a birdseye view of a young bride, giving a blowjob to a much older man. With his right hand holding my head in place, he was in paradise. "Fuck yes, just like your fuckin' mother, you suck a good dick, Sylvie." Hearing that slight, upset me, but I wasnt brave enough to scold him for it. Pulling me off, my mascara running, my lipstick having left a red ring near the bottom of his fuck stick, He said, "We're here." He went in to the main area and got our key.

"What room?" I asked.

"17," he said, now feeling my nerves piling up, "I think it's over there," I said, pointing my lace covered arm to the right.

Pulling up to our room, he simply said, "Get on the bed, and push a hole in them things," referring to my nylons. "We can talk later."

"Yes daddy," I said.

Entering our room, I put my purse and overnight bag down and when daddy shut the door I stood at the beds edge. Parting the slit in my dress, I stuck my left leg out, and with my nail, reached between my legs and pushed a hole in the gusset of my pantyhose. Staring at my father the whole time I was doing this, I could see the huge tent in his jeans aching to be released. As soon as the hole was open enough, still staring at him, I got on the bed, lie back, moved my dress over my waist, fit the veil on my head, popped the button on the top of my dress, held my arms out to my father and said what I always say to him.

In a very seductive voice, "Fuck me daddy,"was all he needed to hear.

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8pm..

"Oh daddy! god yesssssss!! fuck me!!!" Lying under my father, with my legs up and behind my head, the points of my heels on either side of my head on the pillow, my tits free from the confines of the top of my wedding gown, daddy was a madman.

We had been in our room by now 3 hours. Having all of that pent up frustration, anxiety, whatever one develops in jail, he was releasing it all into my, then, 21 yr old pussy.

Desperately grabbing the sheets with my right hand and gripping his right forearm with my left, the bed was playing a steady melody of the wall it was attached to.

"Fuck yes, Syl, I've missed this pussy!," Grunting away, every thrust harder and harder, no mercy on the young woman under him. The white froth, accumulating from the jackhammering vessel, mixed with each others secretions highlighted the incestuous activity occurring.

"Daddy!..... oh yes..... daddy!!!... gawwwwddd daddy.....yesssss!," I breathlessly and incoherently tried to utter.

Regripping my legs, and positioning them, now on his shoulders, he redoubled his efforts. SLAP!SLAP!SLAP! The huge belly of his, slapping off of my ass and the backs of my nylon sheathed thighs, giving me everything he had.

"Daddy.. yes,.. oh yes.. daddy!.. daddy..!" Every thrust, deeper, hitting my cervix. Sweat pouring from his already overweight body, the stench of the cigarette, he smoked beforehand, he kept pounding and pounding my insides. Knowing my father, I started to feel the telltale signs of an incoming orgasm.

"Ahh!Ahh!Ahh!, he chanted, getting closer and closer, "I'm going to cum Syl'," He announced, his body, continuing to slam into my engaged cunt.

"OK daddy!! oh yessssss!!," exhausted, I said, hoping for his torrid onslaught to cease, at least temporarily.

"Sylvie!!!!!!!!!!Ahhhhh!!." For the 2nd time, he unloaded a deluge of his stored up male icks as deep into my shaking body and quivering quim, as he could put it.

Looking up at him, his body held still, pushed up against my ass, airtight with his sledge hammer lodged in my cunt, His head looked up at the ceiling and his mouth was wide open.

A few quick thrusts, expelling what remained in his balls, and he came back to reality. "Holy shit Sylvie," he said while looking down at me, "Your pussy, damn!" As he started pulling out, I could already feel his cum making its way down for a quick exit. Looking down between our sweaty bodies, a sheen was settling on the blonde vaginal hair that now looked like a snow covered rooftop

PUHLOP! Exiting my sore, well used, to this point, pussy, he looked down at my vagina. The creamy substance that he just deposited, was making its way out, having just put his 2nd huge load deep in the recesses of my incestuously, exhausted cunt.

Looking at my father, a pathetic, fat, overweight, yet very, very intimidating human, a soulless grin on his face, began grabbing his jeans.

"I'm going outside for a smoke," he said, buttoning his pants. Grabbing my phone off the side table, he tossed it on the bed and said, "Looks like Robert called, you got 15 minutes to call him back." I realized I missed 3 calls, and 4 texts from him. I hadn't informed him I'd received my father by this point.

END CH.3

CH. 4 is in the works.