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The first time they met, she's sixteen and he's forty-eight. Neither of them new about each other. A lie withheld for almost seventeen years, a father and daughter. A name on a birth certificate and a DNA test later, a girl stares at her father for the first time and pretends that the butterflies in her stomach are not because of there is a tall, large, beautiful man in front of her but because this man is her father and he will look after her now. He stares for too long and it makes her blush and look down at her feet. He is her father.
He's awkward showing her around his neat two bedroom flat. Her room was haphazardly put together, originally his office and the pale grey walls and large oak desk make it obvious. He tells her that she can redecorate it how she see fits. At the weekend, they'll go get paint and take her furniture shopping. For now she'll have to sleep on the couch, she doesn't know how to tell him that's where she usually slept and having her own room scared her. He apologizes again for not being more prepared. The unspoken I didn't know you existed lingers between them.
The couch is already made up for her, sheets, pillows and a duvet. He stands behind it, a uncomfortable smile on his face. He doesn't know what to do anymore than she does. His eyes catch the time on the clock and tells her to sit at the small dining table in the corner while he cooks dinner. She tries to hide her shock at the offer of food but waits patiently for thirty minutes and blinks back tears when a plate of food is placed gently in front of her. They eat in silence and she can't help but sneak glances at this strange beautiful man that is her father.
2.
It takes a month for him to ask. They've found a rhythm. Coexisting together in an space that was not made for both of them. She's tried her hardest to act normal, to let the horrors of her past creep through, but they must have told him what happened. He must be curious about the life his daughter lived before he was involved. Obviously, he was an intelligent man, he was going to notice her flinching and fear. Her quiet nature around him and other people.
They're eating dinner silently like they usually do. Would you like to see her? Her heart races and tears well in her eyes. She drops the fork, sauce splashing on the table, which makes her sob. She frantically tries to clean up the mess, sobbing and apologizing, begging him not to hurt her. It takes him a moment. Shock settling in before he's telling her it's fine and that he's sorry for mentioning it. He curls his arms around her, holding her close as she sobs. He kneels next to her chair, apologizing and he wipes her tears when his thumb catches on her lip they both ignore it lingering. Her father sits in the chair at the desk in her room watching over her until she falls asleep.
3.
Six months after their first meeting. She meets his girlfriend. She's forty and clearly isn't happy with the situation. He's carefully kept them apart until now. They are friendly, comfortable with each other and it makes sense that they would meet. She can hear the angry whispering from the kitchen as she sits on the couch hating the jealously and rage that swirls inside her. The whispers turn into yelling, the front door slams. He slinks back into the living room, anger melting as he catches her staring at him. Good riddance he mutters before grinning at her.
4.
Her seventeenth birthday is a bad day. He buys her presents and gets her a cake. It's the sweetest thing that anyone has ever done for her. She wants to focus on that but dread consumes her. She knows that nothing that usually would happen to her on her birthday will happen today. He would never hurt her, she knows that, but she can feel the phantom hands on her, the way her body refuses to listen to her when things happen to her that she never wanted. When the panic attack finally takes over, he pulls her into his lap and holds her until it's over.
She tells him everything afterwards. Between sobs and panic attacks. What her mother made her do, the men that had been welcomed to her since she was a child. The beatings she took from her mother and how each man took what they wanted without care. He holds her the entire time,stroking her hair, holding her hand. He swears to her no one will ever hurt her again. She believes him. She loves him more than anything.
5.
She's supposed to be at track practice, but it had been cancelled so she's home two hours earlier than usual. It's the only explanation. She walks through the front door and almost falls over. Her father's door is open and he's on the bed. A woman on her hands and knees being fucked hard by him. He's holding her head down and pounds her hard and fast. Jealously floods her almost as quickly as her panties flood too. He's stunning, the most perfect thing she's ever seen and she's never experienced want like the way she is now. She stands there and stares watching her father fuck a woman that she wishes was her.
He looks up. Catching her eye and she can't help the whine that slips out of her. He stares at her, eyes wide, he doesn't take his eyes off her. Just grips the woman's hips harder and forces his himself into her deeper and harder. She can hear the woman moaning loudly and whining like her father's cock is the best thing she's ever had. She wants to feel it so bad. Standing there, she watches her father cum while he stares at her. He cum watching her. He cum watching her.
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It happens quickly. She hides in her room and he shuffles the woman out of their home. He finds her in her room. He's naked, his cock shining with that woman's slick and she's moving before she can even think about it. On her knees for her father, taking his slick cock into her mouth. He moans above her. A hand coming down onto her head, holding her firmly as she works his cock like the way she's trained to do. Swallowing him down as he hardens on her tongue. She moans around him, taking him deeper and deeper until he's down her throat.
His hand twists in her hair, pulling her off his cock. He drags her up by her hair, she's too eager to care about the pain. His mouth slams into hers, her own arms wrapping around his shoulders pulling him close as he pulls off her clothes. Only separating to pull her top over her head. His tongue explores her mouth and his fingers slip down to her cunt. Moaning when he feels how wet she's gotten. He rubs and rubs until her legs shake and she cums all over her father's fingers.
He picks her up, strong hands squeezing her body as he places her delicately on the bed her bought her. He kisses her, gropes her tits and easily spreads her legs. She can feel his cock pressing up against her hole and begs. Begs for his cock and when he finally slips inside her, stretching her wide and filling her completely in a way she's never felt before, she almost cries. He fucks her hard, knows that her body can handle it, trained for it. She cries out, moaning and screaming on his cock, he feels so good inside her. Like she was made for him.
She doesn't mean to. It just slips out of her. Dad. The first time she says it and once it slips out she can't stop. She calls him dad over and over as he fucks into her harder. He looks down at his daughter. His beautiful daughter and cums deep inside her. He stays inside her, kissing her and thanking her. Calls her perfect and his beautiful girl. He pulls out, watches his cum drip out of her. Slowly fingers it back into her. Rubbing her clit as he fucks her with his fingers until she cums again.
She's too blissed out to think, but as his fingers plug his daughter's cunt, he can't help but think about how he said she didn't need to take birth control anymore. That her cunt was unprotected and he just cum deep inside her. He hoped that his little girl got pregnant but he planned to keep fucking until she did.