Relationship With My Daddy Ch 05

This is a continuation of Daddy and me and the steps at how my marriage of 3 years ultimately ended.

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After the long night of sultry and hot intercourse I stood from my bed hearing daddy snoring away. His overworked penis was hard as a brick even after being buried in me a good portion of the night.

Looking at myself in the mirror I sighed, "Just how are you going to manage this Sylvie?" Questioning myself in the 3rd person.

My tits were swollen from the mauling daddys fat fingers gave them. My legs were jello-y and my nylons were tattered and whorish looking on my legs. I walked into my bathroom and when I sat down 2 big 'plops' hit the water. With all that semen he deposited in me and extricating itself from my innards, I felt immediate shame.

Looking at my engagement ring I could only feel sorrow for the man I would soon marry as I slowly began to peel off my pantyhose longing for a needed shower. Letting the water bead off my exhausted body I noticed a little hickey under the left nipple on my breast.

"Oh darn it daddy" I said worried about the love bite I just found. "We need to be careful about the marks you leave on me."

Finishing my shower, I dried off and proceeded to slide on black pantyhose and a long, wavy black dress. Looking at my father and the matted linens where my body lay last night, I let out a big sigh and proceeded downstairs to brew coffee.

While beginning to prepare breakfast, Robert called me. "Good morning sunshine. How's my angel faring?"

Conscience stricken, my answers were barely coherent. "I'm... I'm ok.. just tired. We had a very long night.........talking."

Catching myself in the word jumble I was in I remarked, "It's just a lot for him to take in with us getting married, so understandably he's irked."

Acknowledging my homogeneity he said empathetically, "I couldn't imagine what you're dealing with. His issues shouldn't be your concern. He's the one who chooses the wrong paths."

Hearing footsteps from upstairs I lowered my voice and said, "Hey, I need to go. I think daddy just woke up, so I'm going to prepare us breakfast then see if I can get him an outfit for the wedding."

A few back and forths and an I love you ended the call. 15 minutes later my father came downstairs obviously freshened up from his shower. Seemingly exhilarated even after grunting his way through three orgasms in my overused cunt, he walked up behind me at the stove and put his hands on my hips.

Kissing my neck he muttered, "You're going to be the death of me young lady." Reaching under my dress and lifting it he continued, "You are ravenous, I can't get enough of fucking this."

Turning around and looking up at this intimidating man I softly said, "I'm glad you're not angry with me anymore. Thank you for these last few nights." Unremitting I said, "I just don't know how I'm going to juggle you and Robert. But especially you."

"Well you need to figure that out Sylv" He replied, indifferent to the feelings I'm going through.

After we ate breakfast we went around town and found a big and tall store specializing in larger men. Informing Mr. Green where we were, he ended up speaking to the owner to ensure my father's suit would be primed for my wedding day.

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The rest of the day was unremarkable as daddy said he needed to go see some friends for a few hours. Grateful for the much needed respite, I proceeded on over to Robert's parents house to help his mom with dinner. Walking into my apartment afterward, I saw my father was at the sink washing off what looked like blood from his hands.

Panicked, I dropped my purse. "What happened?" I asked, seeing him frantically washing the substance off.

"Don't worry about it Syl I'll be upstairs in a few minutes. Get a hole in those things," Referring to my pantyhose. "Leave your dress on too."

10 minutes later, he was buried to the hilt in my battered pussy.

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"Oh yes! Oh yes!" I continuously chanted throughout my small one bedroom apartment. Digging into the torrid scene played out before us, he doubled down on his assault of my vagina. Looking up at this person I panted, "Gawdd......yessss! Oh daddy....... fuck......yessssss!"

He finally had enough about 1:30 am and we fell asleep. I never brought up the subject of his hands again the rest of the night.

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The morning of my wedding rehearsal, daddy was gone when I woke up. Remembering a friend of his was coming to stop by to pick him up, I dragged myself downstairs and prepared myself tea.

As I turned on my television, a news outlet was reporting a story of an attempted murder the night before in the Bayview area of the city. Three men had beaten a man almost to death over a monetary disagreement. Remembering the night in the motel and the person daddy was talking to as well as the blood on his hands last night, I knew right then he was somehow involved. Turning off the TV, I silently prayed the victim was OK, whoever they were.

About 1pm I received a text from daddy, "On the bed. I'm almost home."

Understanding its' meaning I did as I was directed.

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"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Due to the incessant clanking of the headboard against the wall behind it, Daddy was cultivating my fields with violent thrust after violent thrust. "Fuck yes Sylv, Fuckkkk!," he chanted fucking me as hard as his hips would allow.

His gonads were slapping my ass and the back of my legs. They were also swollen with another mass of 'ick' building up inside awaiting its' release. Daddy looked really distracted by something as he was pumping away. Regripping my legs pointing up to the ceiling, he kept pounding away.

"Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Take it you little bitch!" Those hurtful words tore through my psyche.

"Da... da... daddy!!..sl...slow down..!! You're hurt.. hurting me!!" I stammered. Sweating plenteously, he just kept delivering his onslaught. Looking at my wall clock reading 4:25 pm I was getting concerned as the rehearsal began at 5:30.

In bated breath I uttered, "Are..are.. you close?? Oh God yes, fu..fuck me..!!"

His hips were performing a perfect sonata, while his cock was rearranging my insides. Daddy grunted, slammed his hips forward, and held himself conjoined with my lower region.

"AhhhhhhhhhhfuckkkkkkYesssss!!!," He roared, releasing volley after volley of his pent up juices into my quivering, aching cunt.

Dropping my legs to each side of him he got off me and said, "Get freshened up, you said we had to go to the rehearsal." Walking out of my room I heard the sliding glass door open, signalling a cigarette break.

"We'll be alright man quit stressing" Daddy had said to whoever he was talking to. "Morty and I went to the deli and ripped the CCTV out of the establishment. Besides, Morty indirectly threatened the owners husband if she so much as spoke a whisper of this." He boldly stated.

Coming downstairs after a quick shower, I was buttoning my dress and stepping into my black high heels. Hearing the tail end of the conversation, cemented my assumption towards his involvement.

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Arriving at the hotel we found the hall the wedding was going to be in. Stepping in, I was holding daddys arm, still gingerly walking from the recent pounding he laid upon my pussy.

"Sylvie!!" Robert's 11 yr old sister Genevieve yelled. Whilst hugging me, she looked awkwardly at my father. Respectfully, she introduced herself and took my hand walking me to her brother and parents.

"Sylvie's here mom!!" Genevieve, bouncing up and down joyously announced.

"Yes we see that honey. I think you announced it loud enough," Mrs. Green muttered sticking her hand out to my father.

"And you must be David. Sylvie has told us a lot about you," she proclaimed.

Seeing the uncomfortable look in her face, I was appreciative of her hospitality. Daddy also surprised me when he shook her and hand and praised the venue. "This is a good looking establishment" my father said, noticing the elegance of the ballroom.

For whatever reason, Mr. Green stood his distance. I was unsure if it were due to intimidation or another reason I wasn't aware of.

"Green Party, table for 8!" The call blared over the intercom signaling our table was ready us. Taking us to a table near the back of the restaurant just outside the ballroom, Daddy immediately went and took the seat just to the left of where I ultimately sat. Ordering drinks everyone began conversation with each other.

"So David," Mrs. Green was saying starting a conversation, "We thank you for being able to join us tonight in celebration of our kids."

Daddy didnt give much of a response, rather, relegating his answer to "as long as my daughter is happy."

Sensing the malevolence of my father she quickly focused her conversation towards others. After taking our dinner orders, the conversation at the table became light. Everyone was laughing and enjoying the others company.

Without notice I felt a hand part the opening of my dress and push my nylon clad legs open. Feeling a rush of anxiety, I moved my eyes frenziedly around the table hoping no one noticed. Fortunate our table had a long table cloth touching the floor, I turned my attention to my father. As I looked to my left, his eyes were looking at me. The shallowness, the soullessness, the emptiness in them, displayed blankly. Placing my left hand on top of his, the desperation to resist his touch quickly went away. So I began gently caressing the top of his hand with my nails as it made its' journey up and down my inner thigh. Forcing a smile I mouthed, "I love you daddy."

Coming to the conclusion that this wasn't a hill I was willing to die on, I pressed on with the conversation, albeit difficult, as he played with my pantyhose wrapped legs. Soon after dinner had finished, we all were making our way to the ballroom down the hall for wedding practice. The minister took immediate charge and soon all those in the wedding were performing their respective roles, while Genevieve was waiting anxiously to start tossing rose petals to the floor.

"Sylvie? David?" The minister tentatively commented, waving his hand to us informing it was time to walk me down the aisle, "We're ready for you."

As we got up, Mr. Green was ogling my father. The tattoos on his neck and the huge rings on his big fingers looked menacing. I could see the discomfort on Mr. Green's face knowing THIS MAN was walking me down the aisle. He learned daddy had just been released from prison, but was not aware of the crimes my father had committed. Luckily, he wasnt aware of the swollen pussy under my dress still dripping semen into the gusset.

Before we went up to our area daddy grabbed my arm and said, "As soon as we're done here I want those legs up and your wedding dress on you again. Are we understood?"

Nodding uncomfortably I quietly said, "I understand daddy."

Finishing the rehearsal, everyone gathered around and talked about the pending nuptials. Daddy nudged me, prompting me to leave.

"Hey everyone we're going to leave. I'm nervous enough as is, for tomorrow. I ask no one come over to my apartment tonight. I just want a quiet night."

Looking clearly intolerable I added, "Robert, I mean it. I'd like to be alone, ok?"

Robert, looking uncomfortably at my father, nodded in an understanding tone. Taking daddy's hand we left.

As we left, daddy warned Robert, "You hurt my daughter, I'll rip your head off your shoulders and shit down your fucking neck!"

Robert's mouth hit the floor.

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As soon as we got in the car, I unzipped him and took his bloated beast in my mouth.

"Gluck!! Gluck!! Gluck!!"

His right hand was on my head as he was pushing me down to impel more of his fuck stick down my little throat. Pulling me off, he waved his big index finger saying, "Not yet Princess, the first load is going into your snatch." Nodding, I whisked my hair and readjusted myself in my seat.

Arriving at my apartment daddy pointedly said, "Change. NOW!"

Opening the front door I hurried up the stairs, my heels clicking on the hardwoods.

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As soon as I entered my room I sat on the bed and let out a big sigh, "Robert, I'm so, so sorry."

Walking into my closet and seeing my wedding gown hanging on the hanger, I kicked off the heels that I had worn to the rehearsal and removed the remainder of my clothes.

Holding my gown against my body, I looked at myself in the mirror. Reaching into my dresser, I pulled out a pair of suntan colored pantyhose and began sliding them over my legs.

After zipping my dress and fitting my veil on my head, I stepped into my white 4" pumps, tying the lace around my ankle. Looking in the mirror at the exhausted, wornout young woman standing in front of it, a tear formed in my eye. Opening the door of my bedroom I walked to the landing while stopping at the top step of the stairwell.

ClickClack! ClickClack! ClickClack!

Silently, yet seductively I said, "Daddy, I'm ready."

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"Daddy!!...Oh daddy!!....Gawd yesss!!... Oh yes!....Oh.... yes!!...Harder...yesssss!!" I screeched. My dress was pushed over my waist with the remainder draped over the beds edge. Runs were developing in the inner thigh of my pantyhose.

My veil was cockeyed on my head. My hands were under my fathers back gripping his shoulders from behind. My engagement ring was shining in the dimly lit bedroom with daddy practically on top of me. His 295 lbs was bouncing off me, thrust after incestuous thrust. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh Yes! Oh daddy, yes!," drowning out the vehicles driving by the apartment complex.

Working on his third load since we got home from the rehearsal, his cock was slamming in and out of my soaked, cum filled pussy. A pool of our mixed juices was making a mark on the mattress under my body.

Daddy panting and grunting said, "Fuuucckk! yess!!.. Take it....you little.... bitch!"

"Unh! Unh!Ungh!Ungh!!"

With the moaning bouncing off the bedroom walls and the lewdness of skin slapping skin, my father and I continued our blistering sexcapades. Twenty exhaustive minutes later and having cum myself 4-5 times from the monster ripping my 21 yr old insides, daddy gave the telltale signs of his pending explosion.

"Ahhhhhh!Ahhhhh!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Rope after rope pelting my cervix, "Oh yessss!! mmmmmmm." My voice, fighting the extreme exhaustion and with his hard on losing its steam, I said softly, "Dadddyyyy, yesssss."

Running my engagement ring laden hand through his hair, I cooed in his ear. I seductively praised him softly admitting, "God yes daddy, I love you."

With a few remaining thrusts in me, and my cunt gripping his softening sledge hammer, I hoped to extricate every last incestuous drop into my pulsating tunnel. Thankfully the chaotic nature ceased. The only sounds remaining were two people fatigued and bone tired. The two lovers, breathing heavily.

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Chapter 6 is in the works. Please read Ch 1-5 To prepare yourselves for the stimulating conclusion as to how 3 years of marriage came to a crashing halt.