What would happen if we were exposed to the dark side of our parents?
Her father was in her apartment, fixing her shower. She’d tried to protest that at 25 she could handle her own repairs, but he insisted and she knew he’d take it as an insult if she hired someone to handle it.
He was very focused. Angel started to say something to him to let him know she was home, but he was hammering and a pipe must have burst. Water sprayed out violently. "Goddammit!" He scrambled to get the water shutoff, leaving him soaked and the shower a disaster. He continued cursing.
She was taken back a bit, he was usually so calm and in control. "Daddy," she rushed up to him and tried to do something to help.
"Oh honey," he said, calming down a bit on seeing her. "It’s been such a shit day. I’m sorry your shower is fucked up. You can use ours until I can get this fixed."
"Thanks but I’m not worried about the shower right now, I’m worried about you. You’ve been stressed lately."
"First things first," he said and removed his soaked shirt. "The water was dirty, to top it all off. I’ll throw this in your washer."
After doing so, he sat down next to her on the couch, shirtless. She started to pick up the remote so they could watch something on TV, then remembered a question. "Daddy, I saw you at a restaurant the other day."
"Ah, you did?"
"Yes, and something odd happened. You were with a woman I didn’t know, and she seemed to get upset and suddenly ran out...are you having an affair?"
He frowned and said nothing for a moment, then, “It’s complicated, but no, not really, but I have been trying to find someone."
"What do you mean?"
"You know your mother has some health issues. Well, it’s hard for her, down there. For a while now we haven’t really been able to be intimate. Your mother is a wonderful person and she saw how frustrated I was getting, and she gave me permission to see other women."
"Oh wow, I had no idea. Mom doesn’t like to share things with me. And the woman at the restaurant..."
"I think she liked me, but she was unhappy when I told her the one condition your mother has. No...vaginal penetration. Only..." He paused, apparently looking for a delicate word.
"Only anal?"
"Yes, and of course oral."
"The woman in the restaurant must have really liked you to get that upset."
"I think so. I haven’t been having much luck with this."
She touched his arm sympathetically and they watched a sitcom. As the show went on the fact that she was sitting next to her shirtless, physically formidable dad who she now knew must be incredibly frustrated and horny, started to get to her. She was distracted.
When the show ended, he said, "Honey, what are you doing?"
She realized she’d been stroking his arm without thinking about it, but this time not out of sympathy. It was something different. "Dad, I think I want to help you."
He didn’t say anything, they both just sat there for a long time, neither sure what was going on. Finally she leaned forward and kissed his nipple, then sucked on it a bit.
"Oh," he said.
She straddled his legs and sucked on the other nipple. Then she moved onto her knees on the floor and undid his belt buckle and unzipped him. He was completely motionless and silent as she drew his flaccid cock out of his underwear. She leaned forward and sucked on the head. After a while he got moderately hard and she gave him gentle oral for a long time. He seemed to enjoy it but he also seemed nowhere near cumming.
Eventually he drew her up to him so she was straddling his legs again. "Thank you," he said, "that means a lot to me."
They watched another show.
He hugged her. "I’ll be back tomorrow to finish the shower. We can talk more then."
The next day he was back and fixed the shower as promised. She helped him out of his soiled clothes, this time with both of them knowing where this would lead, so she removed his pants and underwear as well.
He kissed the top of her head. "My Angel, it means so much to me that you want to help me. But I’m never going to finish the way we did it last night. Let me show you."
He gently pushed her down to her knees, then put his hands on both sides of her head to hold her still and began fucking her mouth. At first slowly but firmly, then faster and harder. She was surprised, but decided to go with it. He began pulling her head down as he pushed his cock to the back of her mouth. At first he would pull back and she could get a bit of air between thrusts, then as he got more excited he went faster and she struggled to breathe. She tried pulling back, and for the first time in her adult life she heard something he’d only used on her when she was an unruly kid: His Father voice.
With a deep and commanding tone, he said, "Stay there. I need to finish."
Her childhood instinct kicked in and she immediately stopped struggling. He pushed his cock to the very back of her mouth, to the entrance to her throat. "Relax, just a little further. " He pulled her head and thrust at the same time, and the head of his cock popped into her throat. "Oh god, you are my Angel." He came, directly into her throat, and held her head there until he was done, after which she gagged and gasped for air.
He pulled her up and hugged her. "I’m sorry, dear, I hope that wasn’t too much for you. I get excited. Sometimes it was more than your mother could take."
She took a deep breath. "No...it was..." Throughout she hadn’t known that to think and found it unpleasant. But something about that last moment...when her father’s cock popped into her throat...when he just did what he needed without regard for her...it triggered something. It was...right. Especially for him.
"I don’t know. But it’s okay, you can do that."
He moved her to the couch and they cuddled. "The other thing that was always hard on your mother was how often I need that. If I don’t...pretty much every day...I get, well you’ve seen me lose it.”
She nodded. It explained a lot she’d observed in her childhood.
"So,” he said, “while what you’ve done for me is amazing, you can see why I need other outlets, other women. I can’t put this on any one person. It almost ruined my marriage."
After a while, her brain churning, she found herself saying, "I’m here every night Dad. I don’t have a boyfriend or anything. You don’t need to find other women."
"Oh honey, I’m not sure. Anyway, what’s your plan about that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you’ve got to have someone besides me. It’s been a while since you’ve had a boyfriend, hasn’t it?"
"Yes, a few months. But the last couple left me with trust issues. You know."
"I understand, but I’m concerned about...your pussy." He was clearly still getting used to talking to his own daughter about these things.
"What?"
"With my restrictions, I can’t do that for you. And you’re not likely to be cumming from the things we’ll do. I’d never violate your mother’s rules, but your pussy needs attention. And it’s not healthy to have me as the only man in your life."
"I don’t know, dad, I need time. Why not just go with the flow."
"No," he said, almost slipping into Father voice. "I know what’s best for you and this is something you need to do. You need to get on a dating site and start seeing men."
"Dad, I just can’t."
This time he unquestionably used Father voice. "You’ll do it, tomorrow, or this thing with us will be over. It’s for your own good."
She wasn’t happy about it, but the next day she re-entered the world of swiping left and right.
The first guy was a bore, and she left the coffee shop ambiguously promising to text him sometime. The second one was hot, and they ended up making out in his car, finishing with her giving him a blowjob. But she didn’t hear from him again.
Meanwhile things were developing with her father. They worked up to anal. For a couple of evenings he loosened her up with fingers and a small dildo, then he would face fuck her to completion. She learned that he didn’t want her to do anything, she just needed to go with the flow and keep her throat open, and he would handle everything. As she got used to it, he became more forceful and controlling, pushing his cock into her throat and holding it there for long periods while he grunted in satisfaction...”oh, Angel...”...until she couldn’t possibly take it any longer. Afterward he’d be very kind and cuddly and they’d watch something on TV. He seemed more relaxed in general.
After a few nights they gave anal a try, with lots of lube. It was...uncomfortable. In this case her father was very gentle. He went slowly, checking in with her often as he pushed into her. She appreciated it, but he was unable to cum this way. Eventually he went to the restroom and washed off his cock, then came back and face fucked her properly.
The next night they tried again on the couch, and again he was gentle and slow. She knew this was never going to work for him. "Daddy," she said a bit apprehensively. He pulled out the head of his cock, which was as far as he’d penetrated.
"Is everything okay?"
"Daddy, you just need to do this. Like you do the other stuff."
"Oh honey, are you sure? I want this to be a good experience for you."
"Don’t worry about that. The only thing that makes this worth it is if you’re getting something out of it, and it’s not going to happen this way."
"Oh, my Angel, if you’re sure. I love you.”
She expected him to enter her again, but instead he put his strong hands on her shoulders and stood her up. He brought her around to the back of the couch and pushed her head down so she was bent over it. The gentle stuff was over. He poured some lube down the crack of her ass, then grasped her hips. "Pull apart your cheeks," he said. She reached back and did so. He brought the head of his cock to her asshole, hesitated a moment, then shoved his cock in. She gasped and suppressed a scream. He pulled his cock out and did it again, then again. The fourth time he stayed inside her and began fucking her ass without restraint, his balls slapping against her. After a few moments he came. He stayed inside her for a bit, then pulled out, moved around the couch and sat down.
She didn’t move from her position. There were tears on her face. He wiped them off and stroked her hair, but said nothing. Eventually she straightened up and joined him on the couch, and they watched TV.
The next evening after their first anal he just fucked her throat, to give her some time to recover. This started a pattern. Each night he would come over and choose her throat or her ass. From the time he arrived they didn’t talk now until he’d cum. He would put his hands on her shoulders and she knew which it was when he either pushed her to her knees or bent her over the couch.
One night before they’d done anything he broke the pattern and sat her down on the couch and said, "Honey, your approach to dating isn’t working. If these guys don’t fuck your pussy we can’t tell if they’re sexually compatible with you. And if you’re not spreading your legs for them on the first date, you may be sending the wrong message about yourself. Start bringing them all home, and do whatever it takes to make them happy.”
"Dad, it doesn’t work that way."
"That’s how it’s going to work." In the rest of her life he was still her kind and caring father, but in these matters he was now in control and not interested in discussion. So that was that.
That night he used both her mouth and ass for a long time, but something was different and she couldn’t get him to cum. He went home frustrated. She was crushed, having let her father down for the first time.
A couple of days later she had her next date, with Nathan. This one she really liked. He was sharp and funny, and seemed to have it together. They liked the same TV shows and he told her about bands she hadn’t heard of that he could tell she would enjoy. Normally with someone with real potential she’d take it slow and let things develop, and it seemed like he’d be okay with that. But as instructed she insisted on him coming back to her place. She cut the small talk short and spread her legs for him. He went down on her for a while, then put on a condom and fucked her properly.
When he left she called her dad. "I think this is the one!"
Her dad came over immediately and they discussed the date. He got excited as she talked and she started giving him a blowjob. He reached under her skirt between her legs, then stopped her. "Where did he cum?"
"He used a condom. He’s very careful about that."
He frowned. "You told him you’re on birth control?"
"Yeah but he’s a responsible guy. Not taking chances and avoiding STDs. That’s a good thing, right?"
He zipped up his pants and said, "No, he’s not right for you. I have an intuition about these things. He’s trouble. I forbid you from seeing him again."
"Dad!"
"I’m not going to argue about this." And he left, unsatisfied again.
She sobbed and moped for a day. Eventually she worked up to texting Nathan to tell him her life was complicated right now and she didn’t think they should see each other again. Then she blocked his number, not able to deal with the natural questions he would have.
Her father didn’t come over that night for the first time since this had all started. She felt bad, knowing how his frustration was building without release and that she needed to find someone if this was going to work. She got it together and accepted her next date.
Randy was around 40. A big well-built guy with obvious similarities to her father, and who turned out to be married. Was this becoming her type? They met in a coffee shop, and after some small talk he seemed to immediately get the measure of her and insisted on them going to her place. It felt like more of an order than a suggestion, and her inner alarm bells went off. But she couldn’t disappoint her father again, so she acquiesced.
She let him in to her apartment, put down her purse and turned to him. "Well?" he said.
She was puzzled.
"Why aren’t your tits out?"
She was shocked at the directness but found her hands immediately moving to pull down her top, then unhook her bra.
"In the future, no bra," he said. "Keep it that way." He grasped a breast in each hand and began squeezing and twisting. "You’ve got meat to work with, I like that. Now on your knees." Using her breasts as handles, he pulled her down, then quickly unzipped his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His cock was soft. "You know what to do."
She tentatively licked at it. He grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head and mashed her face into his crotch. "Open up and do it right. And start doing your hair in a ponytail so I’ve got some leverage." She worked to get him hard. As he slowly did so, he started moving her head back and forth, controlling the pace. After about five minutes he stopped with the head of his cock just inside her mouth. "Better start swallowing," he said.
She was surprised that he’d be cumming so soon. The she tasted a drop of salty bitterness and before she knew it her mouth was filling with piss. She gagged and sputtered, dropping his cock, piss spilling out of her mouth onto the floor. He stopped the flow and said, "I told you to swallow. This time listen to me." He brought her head back to his cock and positioned it again. The flow started, but this time he stopped after a couple of seconds and she had a chance to swallow before it started up again. The taste was disgusting and she could barely keep from wretching, but somehow she made it through the next couple of minutes.
"Not bad," he said. "Eventually you’ll be able to take it without stopping. I usually need to clear the pipes before I can really get going."
Everything was so sudden and severe that while she would have expected to be angry and kicking him out, instead she found herself jerked into a weird passivity, a new level of submissiveness. He didn’t give her time to collect her thoughts.
"Get your jeans off," he said. "In the future, skirts only, no panties. I don’t have time for this shit."
She removed her shoes, jeans and panties as quickly as possible. He pointed to her carefully maintained landing strip of pubic hair. "No hair. Get rid of it." When she didn’t move, he said, "Now. Go shave it off, unless you want me doing it for you."
How humiliating. But she couldn’t seem to resist following his orders. While she was in the bathroom he went through the kitchen looking for alcohol and poured himself a vodka on the rocks. When she got back from shaving herself he nodded approvingly and said, "Buy some scotch and have a glass waiting for me when I’m coming over."
It was very presumptuous of him to think he would be invited back. She started to retort, but found herself just looking at the floor, unable to say anything. SMACK. He slapped her hard across the cheek. ”Look at me when I’m talking to you. Now spread your legs and let me see your newly bald cunt." She adjusted herself and he cupped her cunt in his hand, inserted two fingers inside her, and lifted her up until she was on her toes. “Wet, I see. Turn around so I can see your ass.” He stuck a finger in her asshole and lifted up again.
Finally she found the ability to say something. "No anal. It’s..." she trailed off, not wanting to explain about her father.
"No anal. You’re sure? It’s not a showstopper but it means I’ll be going a lot tougher on your cunt as it’s going to be standing in for both. You might want to reconsider."
"I’m sure," she said.
He spun her around, kicked her legs open, took off his belt and folded it in half. "Put your arms behind your back." He swung the belt up between her legs and snapped it against her cunt. She screamed and her legs buckled. "Stand up and push out your hips. When I hit you somewhere, your instinct needs to be to immediately make it available for me to hit again." He whipped her cunt several more times until she was having a hard time standing up straight. His cock was now very hard.
He bent her over the kitchen table and positioned his cock at the entrance to her cunt. "I’m being gentle this time, but usually I won’t fuck your cunt until I’ve worked it enough to know it will hurt with each thrust." He shoved into her hard enough to move the table several inches. She whimpered. He pulled out almost all the way and did it again, and again, taking his time, making each thrust matter, until after several minutes on the last thrust he came. “Oh god,” he said. He stayed balls deep in her and she felt spurt after spurt fill her up. He must not have cum for days. When he was done he pulled out and wiped his cock off in her hair.
She sobbed quietly.
"When I come back—" he said.
"What makes you think you’re coming back," she spat.
"Look at you," he said. "When you took your top off on command, it was all over. You took me home on the first date. You drank my piss. You stood there while I whipped your cunt. There’s no pretending what you are, and that you need this as much as I do."
She was silent, unable to contradict him.
"Here’s the deal. I’m a veteran, I’ve got rage and violence issues. My wife was going to leave me and take the kids. My buddy is a psych, and he helped me work out a therapy. I found a girl who needed what I had to dish out, and it saved my marriage, maybe my life, but she moved away. Fortunately you are convenient to my commute, so each day after work I’ll come by and beat you, fuck the shit out of you, then go home and be nice to my wife and kids. Some mornings I’ll come by for a piss and blowjob. In return I’ll pay your rent. I expect you to make yourself convenient and accommodating to me in every way."
She stayed silent.
"Of course, it’s completely your choice. After I leave, you text me tonight if you want me back, otherwise you won’t see me again. Now what are the things you have to do starting next time?"
Without her volition, she found herself answering. "No bra. Ponytail. Skirt, no panties. Scotch."
"Listen to that. I think we know your answer, don’t we? Don’t forget to keep the hair shaved. Also whenever I text that I’m coming over, leave the door unlocked and be laying on that table with your head hanging over the edge, mouth open. I have limited time and want to make the most of it. I’ll start with a nice piss and we’ll go from there."
He pulled up his pants and put on his belt. "This will be good for both of us," he said as he left.
She was in shock for a while, not believing what had just happened. She called her father. "Oh daddy, it was so bad. He did things to me."
"Stay right there. Have you dressed or cleaned up?"
"No."
"Okay stay that way, I want to see exactly what he did. I’ll be over soon."
She moved to the living room couch and waited for her father to comfort her. When he arrived he hugged her and said, "Tell me exactly what happened. Everything."
She told him the entire story, leaving nothing out.
Her father put his arms around her and drew her to him gently. "That was upsetting for you," he said.
She settled into him and wiped away tears. "Yes, I’m sorry Dad. We’ll keep looking. We’ll find the right guy for me."
He was silent for a few moments while she comforted herself in his arms. Then he reached down and spread her legs, drawing his finger along her pussy to collect some of the cum oozing out. She just noticed that he had an erection when he suddenly stood up and started undoing his pants.
"Turn around, head down, spread your ass," he said curtly.
"Dad?
"Do it."
It was the Father voice. Confused, she put her head down and made her ass available to him. She expected to feel the coldness of lube being applied or at least spit, but he simply grabbed her hips and shoved his unlubed cock into her dry ass. She stifled a scream and was about to object, but stopped when she realized what was happening. She had failed once again and he was punishing her.
This was appropriate. This was good.
Her true nature kicked in. "Oh yes, daddy, punish me,” she said through gritted teeth. “Fuck my dry ass as hard as you can. Make sure I’ll never forget this night.”
He grunted and started slamming into her without mercy. He continued like this for several minutes, then suddenly pulled out. She felt a bit disappointed. The punishment should have gone on longer. Hopefully he wasn’t having trouble finishing again.
He spun her around and pulled her head to his cock. She looked up at him and said, "I’m so sorry daddy."
"Oh no darling, nothing to be sorry about. He was perfect. You’ve made me so hot tonight."
Surprised, she started to say something, but he pulled her head, pushing his cock all the way into her mouth and giving her the sudden taste of her ass. All his inhibitions were gone now with her.
"Text him after this. We’ve found your new boyfriend. Every night will be like tonight. After he leaves, you stay here with your legs spread until I get here. You’ll tell me what happened and I’ll fuck your ass while his cum runs out of your pussy. Oh my Angel, I love you.”