Visiting My Father

This is a love story about a father and daughter. It is pure fiction, complete fantasy involving gay, bisexual, lesbian, and other taboo elements. This story also involves minor elements of pee play. But, ultimately, it is a slower moving, passionate story of a daughter lusting for her father. All characters are 18 or older.

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THE WEDDING DAY - ALL ABOUT ME.

I breathed in, a nervous breath. I could feel the air enter my lungs. I exhale.

'Stay calm.' I tell myself. 'Just keep breathing.'

The sound is muffled, and all I can hear is the humming of voices, and the vibrations beneath my feet.

'You've always wanted this.' I assure myself.

A take one more look in the mirror, and I turn around, getting the full 360.

The back door opens up, and in walks my best friend, Erika.

"Oh my goodness, it's beautiful out there, Jen. It's absolutely gorgeous." Erika said as she handed me a glass of wine.

She held up her own glass, and tapped mine lightly.

"Cheers, here's to your wedding day." Erika smiled, then continued on. "How are you feeling?"

"Good. Nervous. I love him, I do, I love Dan, I'm just nervous, ya know?"

"Normal, completely normal. You remember my wedding day? I love James, but I was ready to head for the hills." Erika laughed.

Her words were reassuring, but I could still feel the pit in my stomach. Erika was indeed my best friend, and has been since the seventh grade. At this point, we really had no choice but to stay friends. We had so much dirt on each other, that if one of us strayed, the other would certainly suffer the consequences.

"Oh yeah, your dad just got here. He looks amaaaaaaaszing!" She sang.

"Okay, good. He wore the suit right, tell me he wore the suit?"

"Jen, it looks great on him. You'll be very proud." Erika was being honest.

My dad protested the suit. He is not one to dress up, and he protested the very thought of it. He could not understand why he needed to wear a suit to his own daughter's wedding.

The last time that I saw him, I believe his exact words were, "I'll dress up, Jen, but it's gonna be on my own terms." And that was that.

The back door opened, and the noise from the crowd outside came rushing in. I felt as though I could vomit.

"You. Look. Gorgeous." My dad said, as he walked into the room.

I gave him a twirl, and smiled big.

"Thank you, daddy."

"Hi Mr. Thomas." Erika chirped up.

"Why hello Erika, you look amazing as always."

My dad had always had a way with people. Not just women, but people in general. He had started his own newspaper business when he was just twenty years old, and he had grown it into a successful company. He sold it a couple of years back, finally retiring and settling down in a small town out west. He bought his dream farm house, and he had tried desperately to get me and Dan to move out there, with very little success. We told him we'd think about it, but we both knew that would be the extent of it. We loved the east coast, and weren't planning on leaving anytime soon.

"You look very handsome, Dad."

He took a look in the mirror, holding onto his lapels.

"Well, I think I make the suit, so you know, not so bad after all, kid." He winked.

"Yes, very true dad."

Erika was making herself busy running around the room like a mad woman, trying to get together all of the bridesmaids bouquets.

"Okay I'm gonna go start gathering all of the girls. You got the bride, Mr. Thomas?"

"Yes, Erika, I sure do. She's safe with me."

With that, Erika was out the door and off to find the bridesmaids.

I started to turn around to say something to my dad, when my dress snagged.

"Oh shit!"

My dad quickly turned around to see what had happened. The look on his face was pure horror. Or maybe shock and awe.

"Hunny, don't move, you're caught on the chair." He said hurrying over to my aide.

I felt a coolness on the upper part of my buttocks, and immediately realized I had pulled open my dress.

"Here, let me just get this..." my dad said as he pulled my dress free. "There, got it."

I moved over to the mirror to try and get a better look at what had happened. I could see that the buttons towards the curve of my butt had given way, causing my dress to open up, exposing most of my buttocks.

I was wearing a white silk thong, that had a little bit of mesh fabric pressing into the into the crack of my butt. I instantly felt goosebumps, and attempted to cover up knowing my dad was right there witnessing everything.

"Here hunny, let me help." He said as he reached in pulling my dress together.

I felt awkward, like I was on display and helpless.

"Dad, really it's okay. Can you go find Erika?"

I wondered how he felt, standing there, trying to be helpful. Here I was, my butt out on display, in front of my dad, and really all he wanted to do was help.

"Sweetie, I have it, not a big deal. We'll get this taken care of in no time." He assured me.

I could feel him fiddling with the buttons, attempting to get them back in place. His hands were working diligently right at the crack of my butt. I could feel his hands, his fingers touching my skin, my bare bottom, and I could feel the goosebumps. A chill ran up my spine, and made my skull tingle.

"There. There we go, sweetie. I just need one safety pin, and we're done." My dad said looking around the room.

"Pull one from the ribbon on the flowers, dad."

I watched him, my father, walk over to the flower bouquet, and pull one of the pins off.

I'm not sure why, but after 31 years of living with this man and no mother, on the day of my wedding, I was suddenly looking at him as more than a dad. For the first time ever, I saw him as a man, not just my father, but as an attractive man.

My mother had disappeared when I was 5 years old. I hadn't learned what had happened to her until I was in my early 20's. My dad and I were at Easter brunch, when he decided to open up and tell me all about my mom. She had run off with his best friend, and he never heard from her again. He was 30 when she left, and he was fully involved with his company, so to all of a sudden have to take on the responsibility of a 5 year old, was not easy. But, he did it.

I have great memories of him taking me to the office, and showing me off to all of his friends.

I don't have many memories of my mother, and really don't care to. She never looked me up, at least not that I know of, and vise versa.

I had friends who thought my dad was hot or sexy, and they wouldn't hide it around me. I would watch them blush when he would come into the room wearing just a tank top and jeans. They always wanted to sleep over at my house, and get rides to school with my dad. But, to me, my dad was always just my dad or my daddy or my father. I never thought of him any different.

I had always been a good girl. I never swore. I had my first drink of alcohol when I was 25. I slept with only a few men, most of which were long term boyfriends or the man I'd soon be calling my husband. I'd been an easy daughter to raise, and I could only imagine my dad was extremely thankful for that. My dad had been there, for everything that I went through, from puberty to my first date, to my first kiss. I had always been open with my dad, but that hadn't really meant much since I was pretty much a good girl. There really wasn't much for me to tell him that would be alarming or raise any red flags.

So now, on my wedding day, it was strange that I was looking at my dad in this different light. He was a mature man, with nice grey-black hair. He was 56 or was it 57? Somewhere in his late 50's. He ate well, and kept in shape by running every evening at dusk. He looked great in his fitted suit. He looked... sexy. Was that it? That my dad, actually looked sexy to me? No, God no, that can't be it. Handsome, he looked handsome.

I remember when I was in college and he had come to visit me for a weekend. I had woken up and started to do laundry, and felt something wet on my hands as I grabbed one of my tees. I thought the dog had peed on it, so I held the tee up to my nose, and instantly knew the smell. Sperm. My dad had masturbated into my t-shirt in the middle of the night. I was mortified, and absolutely disgusted.

But, now in this moment, I couldn't help but think back to that morning. For some reason, i couldn't help but think about what he had thought about as he masturbated. Was he thinking about me? Nooooooooooo. Oh my goodness. The t-shirt was just convenient, right? Had to be convenient to clean up with after. Oh well.

"Here sweetie let me put this on." He said walking back over to me. "You okay? You spaced out for a second." He said.

"Oh yeah, daddy. I'm fine. Just thinking about college for some reason."

I felt his hands touching the top part of my booty again, and the goosebumps were back.

"Sorry hunny, I'm not trying to fondle you." He laughed.

I laughed nervously back. I felt something in my vagina, something electric. I cursed myself. There is no way. I can't be getting turned...

The door opened and in walked Erika. Thank god!

"Hey! Oh hey... what happened?" She said rushing to help my dad.

"A little set back, nothing major." Dad replied, calm as can be.

"Okay, I got this." Erika interrupted.

"Done." My dad said as he stood back.

I backed up to the mirror looking at the work my dad had completed so confidently.

"Good job, daddy."

He smiled and winked. I'm not sure, and probably never will be, but I swear he had a bulge in his pants.

*****

The wedding was beautiful, in every way.

Here I was a married woman, on the dance floor without a care in the world.

"I love you, husband." I said to my new husband, simply because I loved the sound of it.

"I love you, wife." Dan repeated back.

We both laughed as we moved to the music.

A slow song started, and the couples began to take to the floor.

I saw my dad approaching us through the crowd. He came up to us, and tapped Dan on the shoulder.

"You mind if I cut in here?" Dad asked.

"Not at all, sir." Dan said shyly.

"Stop with the sir bullshit." He said as he stepped in and grabbed my waist.

"Hey dad." I said, resting my head on his chest as we started slow dancing.

"This has been a great night, sweetie. Everything is lovely."

His hands on my hips were warm.

"You're beautiful. Every inch of you." He told me, squeezing my waist.

"Thank you, daddy. I'm so glad that I have you."

He pulled me in, wrapping his arms around me tightly, embracing me. I felt protected with him. He was the one that comforted me through my teens, and my twenties, and now he had to let me go. It was time for him to let go. He had to let someone else care for me now, and I could tell that it was hard for him.

"I want you to come visit me at the Farm House. You and Dan. You guys take your honeymoon, get settled in first, but sometime this year, I really want you guys to come out there. It's so peaceful." He said, almost pleading.

"Yes dad, of course we will. You know, I'm always gonna be around if you wanna call me. Just because I'm married now, doesn't mean that I don't have time for my daddy." I comforted him the best I could.

"I'm gonna hold you to it."

He kissed my cheek, and his arms tightened around my body. I felt his hot breath on in my ear.

"You're always the most beautiful girl in the room." He whispered. "You eat me alive, sweetheart." He added, and walked off.

I was instantly surrounded by all of the guests on the dance floor as I watched my dad walk away.

'Eat you alive, daddy? What do you mean?' I thought to myself.

*****

I was walking down the long corridor of the church, a bit tipsy, looking for the bathroom, when one of the side doors opened up, scaring the living daylights out of me.

"Hey you!" My dad's voice called out to me as he walked inside.

"Oh my goodness you scared me!"

"Where are you running off to?" He asked as he approached me.

The cigar smoke clung to his body like a sheet. The smell was sweet mixed with his cologne.

"I need to potty!" I yelled.

I blew him a kiss and pushed my way through the bathroom door.

'Great!' I cursed myself, as I tried to lift up my dress to enter the stall.

I realized that this was not going to happen, at least not without some help.

I stumbled back out through the door into the hall, where I found my dad sitting down on the floor messing with his phone.

"Daddy?" I frowned at him.

He looked up, and smiled. "Ready to go back in, sweetie? Dance your booty off?"

"Ummmm, I need to pee my booty off first!"

He quickly got off of the ground, and slid his phone back into his pocket.

"I thought you just went?" He looked surprise.

"Really, daddy?" I held up the side of my layered dress. "You think I'd be that quick in this thing?"

"Uhh no I guess..." he stuttered.

"I need help. Can you undo the back of my dress, dad?"

"Yeah of course." He moved towards me.

The scene seemed awfully familiar to earlier when my dress malfunctioned.

"Let's step inside here." I said, pulling him into the bathroom.

Once we were inside of the bathroom, I turned my back to him, so that I was facing the mirror.

"Okay, I guess just undo the whole thing. I guess all the buttons." I shyly asked him.

"Yeah, of course." He replied equally shy.

I suddenly felt very vulnerable as I watched my dad in the mirror. I could see that he was trying to be cautious while he worked his way down from the center of my back.

He got down towards the crack, and looked into the mirror. We shared a look that seemed like it lasted forever, then he started with the buttons the rest of the way down, until my round booty spilled out of my dress, completely exposed.

"Okay, you're good." He said, pulling back.

"Thank you, daddy"

I moved like lightning into the stall, letting my entire back side, and upper half fall out of my dress as I sat down on the toilet. I looked up at my dad like a puppy dog. I don't know why, but he just stood there, looking at me.

My first thought was to close the door, so I leaned forward to do so, but something stopped me. More like, I stopped myself. He couldn't see my vagina, it was covered by the dress. All he could see was the sides of my butt as I sat on the toilet. There was something super intimate about the situation. Maybe it was that I had never peed in front of anyone, and here I was was about to use the toilet in front of my dad.

I couldn't help but moan as the stream of pee exited my body. A shiver ran through me and I shook nervously. I know he could here the hiss of the golden fluids passing through the lips of my vagina, hitting the white porcelain beneath me.

Something naughty went through my mind, then quickly left, along with the slight trail of guilt.

'What is the matter with you?' I asked myself.

My dad still standing there, maybe surprised, possibly shocked. Either way, not one of us really knew what the other was thinking.

Unless of course, I said what I was thinking, out of pure tipsiness? If that is even a word.

Oh no... I was not able to turn to um... you know...

"Will you wipe me, dad?" The words left my mouth, and I could not reach out fast enough to pull them back.

I watched the sheer terror cross his face.

"Yea..." he swallowed hard. "Do you uh..."

"I... I can't turn... umm..." I stuttered myself, trying to save any decency left.

"I can. I can help you, sweetie." He said, firmly.

"Umm okay." I sighed.

He walked into the stall, grabbing a piece of toilet paper. I leaned forward, pulling my butt up and off the toilet seat.

He leaned over my shoulder as I leaned forward, grabbing hold of his right thigh to brace myself. I felt his arm stretch along my back, before entering my crack.

He found my vagina with the toilet paper, and ran his hand back up, tracing my wet lips, slowly drying out his daughter.

His hand moved smoothly back, running over my sacred back door, and out of the zone.

A chill entered my body, and then the goosebumps. I squeezed his thigh, bumping what I thought was his phone in his pocket. I looked up, and could see that his phone was in his other pocket. I purposely repositioned myself grabbing higher up on his thigh, bumping the object again, this time harder. It was his member, semi erect.

'Was he getting turned on?' I questioned the idea.

I moved my hands up higher into his inner thigh, feeling the mushroom tip of his penis hanging much longer than 7 inches.

He wiped me again, this time pushing into me harder, more aggressively. I swear I felt his bare fingers play gently against my rectum as his hand came back up.

'You asked him to fondle you. You're letting this happen.' I argued with myself, attempting to psych myself out of it.

Instead, I felt an electric shock tapping at my clitoris. I ran my hand up his inner thigh, up over his huge lightning rod, and I pressed him tightly against his own thigh.

I looked up at him, waiting till his eyes locked on mine.

"One more time, daddy."

He grabbed one little square of toilet paper, and went in for it.

I could feel his penis throbbing through his pants. With just a thin piece of toilet paper separating my vagina and his hand, he wiped for the last time.

"Mmm." I moaned, unable to help it.

I was so wet, that my fluids instantly dissolved the barrier, and I could feel my dad's fingers slide over my clit, along my lips, and up the crack of my bottom, causing my body to convulse. The orgasm ripped into me, taking me by surprise.

I could feel his penis thrashing around inside of his pants like a shark caught on a line. Then I felt the head swell and erupt.

"Aww." He managed a slight grunt.

There it was, the distinct smell, the stench that I smelled on my T shirt so many years ago. It was the smell of my daddy's sperm.

I looked up at him, as the guilt and shame slowly worked it's way into my soul. He stared down at me, his daughter, the one who had just gotten married. I could see the hurt in his eyes. The shame he must feel at this moment, must be monstrous.

He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, then my dad walked out of the bathroom.

I sat there for a long time, trying to wrap my head around what had happened. What were we thinking? Maybe we weren't thinking at all, and maybe that's a good thing.

As I went to fix my hair, I smelled him. I looked at my hand, and noticed that some of his sperm had seeped through his pants onto my palm. I brought it up to my nose and breathed him in through my nostrils. It was his sperm, his seed. The same seed that had disgusted me when I was in college, was now having a completely opposite affect on me.

If I was to describe the feeling, I'd say it was like blood to a Vampire. And, I'd been bitten.

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ONE YEAR LATER - THE HONEYMOON IS OVER.

It is the craziest thing how fast time flies. It literally zooms by in the blink of an eye.

I had walked into our house to find a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on the kitchen island.

"Happy Anniversary, babe." Dan said walking in from the backyard.

I leaped into his arms kissing him hard.

"Happy Anniversary, my sexy husband!"

Dan embraced me, kissing me hard. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, and he accepted. I could feel him growing hard against my pelvis, pushing into me.

"Make love to me. I want you." I whispered.

He slid my jeans down, and I quickly stepped out of them. Then he slid my shirt up over and off of my body, leaving me standing there in just my panties and bra.

"Let's go to the bedroom." He said to me.

We moved to the bedroom, and I turned toward him, kissing him again. I pulled off his shirt, and unbuttoned his pants. I kissed down his chest, as I freed his penis. I wanted to taste him, but he grabbed me by the chin, bringing my face back up to his.