Father's Girl, My Slave Ch. 01byVengeful_Son©
***I apologize for the length, but it is necessary to give you the full account of what happened. Trust me there is more to come, and those tales are much more interesting.***
It all started about three years ago when I graduated college. After several years struggling financially, my family finally came into a large amount of money. Now we weren't poor by any means. My father ran a local diner that for the past fifteen years had been incredibly successful. So successful in fact that there were now three of them in our town. Growing up, I worked at all three as they were established, doing everything from cooking and cleaning to management. It was my father's dream that one day I take over and expand the business to a more national level, but I went to school to be a doctor, not a chef. While this caused a some strain on our relationship, we soon got over it and were as close as ever.
The town where I went to college wasn't far from my home. In fact, it was close enough that several students from my college often went there to party, and of course this inevitably led to a lot of them eating at my family's restaurant. Most were impressed by it, but there was one person who didn't. Now, I am not sure why, but this person and I never really got along. I like to think that I am a nice guy, an easy going person, but with her, it was hostility from the moment we met. Some people just rub you the wrong way I guess. Now, apparently one night she and her friends were in town, they stopped by the restaurant, ate, and had a terrible time. From what I could gather from my Dad, they had been training several new people that night and so service was a little slow, but nothing major. Well, to hear her tell it, you would have thought they shit on a plate and served it to her steaming. She made sure to go back to campus and tell everyone just how awful the place was and how she could never eat there again. This didn't hurt our business in any way, in fact I kinda think it helped it. Her big mouth gave us such great advertising that people went to see how bad it was, and were pleasantly surprised to find out that it wasn't. But, what it did do was piss me right off. Deciding I was going to figure out her problem, I tried talking to her.
That didn't go well. At all. I mean, it was the worst thing ever. Right out the gate she started calling me stuck up, saying that I thought I was so much better than everyone else and that because I was on the football team (at the time in college I was, graduation loomed so it didn't really matter) I thought I could do whatever I wanted. She told me how she had grown up in the area and knew all about my family, and that she was surprised my father could produce such an arrogant asshole as myself. She then went on to tell me how my father was a nice, kind, and get this....GOOD LOOKING MAN and that I should be proud to be his son. Now, a brief side note: My father had married my mother when they were both very young. They had me young, and my mother died because of a strange freak accident during birth. So from my first breath it's just been me and my dad. Somehow he managed to raise me and send me to college all on his own while running a business, and now at forty-eight was enjoying the fact that his twenty-two year old son would be graduating and starting his own life.
When this bitch, whom I will name "Tasha" for the sake of this story, brought my dad, I went off. I yelled at her and called her every cheap name in the book, told her how she wouldn't amount to anything with her stupid degree (she was a communications major...whatever the hell that is) and that one day I would own her. I knew it sounded stupid when I said it, but I was pissed. I stormed away from her, determined not to see her ever again.
Fast forward now to about six months after graduation. I had lost all track of Tasha after our confrontation. I moved to another state after graduation, started my own life, got a got as an EMT as I worked through med school. My father helped me out when he could, but he had his own life to lead and I didn't want to hold him back at all. We kept in contact, and in many ways he became the close friend I never really had. We didn't so much talk as father and son as we did best friends. We were just two guys, living the single life. We exchanged our war stories about the women we dated, and while I talked of possibly settling down and he talked of retirement. It was truly good times. My dad finally met someone he was happy enough with to give up the dating scene for a while, and I was living out my wilder fantasies a few states away. Then one day my dad calls me and tells me that he's selling the business. At 51, he wanted to spend more time with his new leading lady and that he knew he wasn't getting any younger. He knew I didn't have any interest in taking over the business, and though not angry with me I could tell that it bothered him a little. I promised him that I would come home for a few weeks and help him go over things, make sure all his finances were in order (I had minored in business management), and make sure his retirement was secure. I could tell how relieved he was at the prospect of having me come home to help out, and I think that was what he was missing all along. Telling him I would see him in a few days, we hung up.
When I arrived home those few days later, I found my father bursting with energy and charging about life. I was surprised and elated to see him so gung ho. Honestly, I had worried about him for a long time, knowing that he had put his life on hold in order to raise and support me. Finally things seemed to be going his way. He told me of his plans to take a trip around the world with his new girl, begin a life that he had always dreamed as soon as the sale of the restaurant was finalized. Things weren't completely set in stone on that front as I had to sign over my rights to the business. My father had incorporated an ownership clause for me in it in the hopes I would change my mind. After a brief discussion, I agreed to sign things over to him so he could sell and live out his happy retirement. Happy, my father told me he would cook dinner that night and I would finally get to meet his new lady. I am sure you all know what is coming next. one hour later, just as my father and I finished setting the table for a great comfort food dinner (dugennes crab, aubergine stew, cornbread, and a mixed green salad), the doorbell rang. Rising slowly to answer it, I told my dad I couldn't wait to meet my "potentially new mom." I had been teasing him about that since he first told me about this special woman. Glad someone was making him happy, I went to the door with a smile on my face. When I opened it, my smile immediately vanished. Standing before me in a form fitting pink top with tight white pants and heels, was Tasha.
Now, for a bit on Tasha: She was about 5'9 with strong, toned legs from years of basketball. Her black hair was slicked back into a long ponytail that wrapped delicately around her neck, her full lips glistening with her pink lipstick, the same shade as her sleeveless blouse, with a plunging neckline that showed off her ample cleavage. Her tits had to be every bit of a a 34DD, with an ass that begged to be touched. Even staring at her in the dim night lights her ebony body was not to be ignored. I stared at her for a long moment, and there her attractiveness was not at all lost on me I was quickly able to suppress it thanks to my hatred.
"Oh, so you're here already," was all she said to me as she pushed passed me. Like she owned the place. What a fucking bitch. I was pissed, but trying to do my best to control it as I followed her through my house.
"DADDY!" she shrieked as she found my father. I came around the corner just in time to see her leap into his arms and plant a huge kiss on his lips. He returned it eagerly, grabbing her ass and pulling her into him. As his hands pressed into her flesh I could just make out the pink thong she wore under her white pants. I have to admit, my dick stirred a little at the sight. Letting my anger wash over me again, I controlled myself and sat down.
For the rest of the night, I listened to stories of how they met, how she had came back to the restaurant and he had remembered her and done his best to win her over. And win her over he did. Dinner turned into drinks and other dates and dancing, followed by a last minute trip out of state for a romantic getaway which culminated in their relationship. And all this happened while she attended my college. No wonder I hadn't heard much about her after our confrontation....she had been shacking up with my dad!
Throughout my father's recitation of their encounters, she looked at him adoringly and pathetically. It was sickening, listening to her laugh and coo and call him "daddy" every fucking chance she got. This bitch was the same age as me and she was fucking my father! When dinner was over we cleared our plates and settled down in the living room for drinks. On and on my father talked about how lucky he was to have found her, how she was the best thing in his life, and how he was ready to take her everywhere with him. I couldn't believe how serious he already was about her, but I attributed that to his deep want to share his life with someone. He had been deprived for so long, and now he had someone. How could I begrudge him that? Sighing as he finished his latest tale, I finished my drink and went to the kitchen to get another.
I was barely in there two minutes before I heard her enter behind me. She leaned against the door frame and watched me, saying nothing. "Problem?" I asked her sarcastically as I poured me another drink.
"You're in my house," She said coldly.
"Bullshit bitch," I told her. " I was raised here. Don't test me."
"No, don't you test me. Can't you see I got your old man wrapped around my finger? That fucker is mine all the way. And soon, so will everything he owns." She looked so smug.
"You don't even love him do you?" I asked her. I knew the answer already. Her stupid statements beforehand proved that.
"Him, fuck he's too OLD!" She said stressing her last word. "The fucker is in there asleep right now. He didn't even notice when I got up. He doesn't notice anything so long as I keep him happy, if you catch my drift." She smiled again at that, and I nearly vomited at the thought of my dad and her fucking.
"This is all about money then?" I asked her.
"Of course! I tried after graduation to land some jobs with news broadcasting and journalism sponsorships around the area, but most just aren't interested at this time. They only want to offer internships, and you don't get paid for that shit. I need money now, and your dad has plenty. I have seen his investments, seen what his bank account is like, and I think I can ride him for a while until I get my career plans rolling." Again she looked so smug.
"I won't let you bitch, I'll fucking stop you." I was seething. She was just using my dad to keep herself comfortable. And then she planned to toss him aside once she spent everything. I knew that his deal with the restaurant was in jeopardy. If he sold it, that money that was supposed to be for his retirement would be gone much sooner than he thought, and he would have nothing to fall back on. I couldn't let that happen.
"Try to stop me if you want. But I am the one sucking your father's dick. He will do what I want." Her crude language only fueled my want to stop her. I drained my drink and headed to my room.
All that night, I researched my father's business. I pulled up all the paperwork and files on money transactions for his accounts, saw where all his money was going, where the business stood financially, and suddenly realized why my father wanted to sell...his nest egg wasn't nearly as large as it should be, as it should have been. Something had happened in the past few months and he had lost money, and at first it looked like the expenses were all business related. But the more I pulled up the actual transactions, the more I realized that none of the withdrawals or transfers made much sense. The write-offs seemed legit, but when the money transferred it just went to another account at the same bank. It made no sense....unless someone was siphoning money from my dad! It wouldn't have taken much, just access to his computer and knowing the other account number. Either my dad was putting away money in another account and forgetting about it, or else someone else was doing it. My father for all his business acumen became hopelessly lost in this era of e-banking, and I could see that he hadn't bothered to check his accounts in a while. Knowing him, he saw a drop in his funds, saw the supposed reason for the withdrawal or transfer, and just figured he had done it and forgotten. The amounts weren't that large and were spaced out appropriately not to draw too much suspicion unless you were really looking. And since I was, I could see that nearly ten thousand dollars had been placed in this other account. I sat there dumfounded, trying to figure it out, and as I refreshed the page I saw that another transfer was scheduled for early the next morning, and that it had been authorized just five minutes ago!
Before I even knew what I was doing, I was on my feet and creeping as quickly and as quietly out of my room and down to my father's study. My father was sound asleep, passed out from alcohol. Only one other person could have done that transfer. Not caring about noise, I burst into the study and found Tasha sitting at my dad's computer. She jumped and fumbled with the controls, trying to exit out of whatever she was doing, but I was far to quick. I rushed to the computer and jerked her away from it, and staring at the screen I saw that I was right. She had the access, and she had just confirmed the transfer. "You fucking thief, I will see you go to jail for this. I promise. But first get the fuck out of my house." My voice was cold, deep, and resonant. Even as I talked I pulled up all her records for her account since they were on the screen and began printing them all out. Soon I would have all the proof I needed.
"Wait, fuck...I'm sorry. I'll put it all back," she pleaded. She put her hand on my arm and I immediately shook her off.
"Fuck you, you stupid cunt. You thought you could get away with it? Why do you think my father called me back here? He wanted me to look over his books. I would have found this anyway. And now I have you, you filthy thief. Steal from my family will you? I'll make sure you go to jail." It had been so simple too damned simple really. As the pages began to print, she began to cry. "Please, don't do this. I needed it. You don't know what it's like, to work so hard and have nothing. None of my jobs were enough, and all I have is this pathetic nine to five that isn't enough to cover my expenses. I needed more money and your father was the only solution I saw." Tasha's tears began to stream but I was not moved. "That's how you saw him huh? I solution to your money problems? It doesn't bother you at all that he is in love with you? You just wanted someone to live off of? You gold digging bitch!" I swear in that moment I almost hit her. Almost. My mind was reeling, but I was worried about my dad. Even if I got the money back from her, it still wouldn't be enough. Too much had been lost, too much already spent by her to cover. I needed a solution.
"Please...I'll...I'll do anything you want," Tasha's voice was childlike, the tears causing her make up to run.
"What?" I asked her, incredulous. I hadn't expected that.
"I'll do anything. Please, just don't tell your father. Don't turn me in. I will put it all back. I swear." Tasha pleaded again, looking up at me for the first time. Her eyes were so big, and in the light of the computer I watched her tears fall and her chest heave. The tears glistened on her tits, and again I felt my dick stir.
"Damn right you fucking will." I pulled the papers from the printer and waved them in front of her face. "From now on, I fucking own you. You will do whatever I want, when and how I want got it? I will make sure you put back every damned cent. If you try to cross me I will have you arrested for theft."
"I will, I promise, I will work it out," She seemed hopeful, and I smiled as I prepared to dash those hopes.
"Fucking right, and you can start right now." I grabbed my pants and unzipped them, then fishing out my cock I pointed it at her mouth. "What the?" now it was her turn to look incredulous.
"Fucking get to work. Suck it. I told you, you will do what I want and when I want or else I will turn your ass in. So you decide. Either wrap those pink lips around my dick or I call the cops and have your ass hauled away." I smiled at her hesitation, and watched as slowly she engulfed the head of my dick. Her mouth was warm and inviting, but I wasn't interested an invitation. I wanted to take her. Grabbing the back of her head a forced her down on my dick.
"Go on, take it, make it bigger so I can slam it down your fucking throat." I could feel myself harden, an impressive ten inches coming to life right on her tongue. With each bob of her head I got bigger and longer until finally I was fully erect and plowing her mouth. Spit collected on her lips and made sliding back and forth into her mouth easier. I held her head still and fucked her mouth, shoving my dick deeper and deeper into her throat. Several times she gagged, choked on my black rod as I pushed it into her mouth.
"You haven't deep throated before cunt?" I growled at her. She tried to shake her head but it was difficult with me holding it.
"Well you are about to," I told her, and pushed my cock as far as I could into her mouth. When I felt the resistance of the back of her throat, I angled her head and pushed, shoving my thick mushroom head farther down. Her drool was running freely as she coughed on my cock, running down onto her tits and making them glisten. Finally letting her up, I laughed as she gasped for air.
"Come on slut, take all of my dick. Before you leave this room tonight you will have it all in your throat got it?" I didn't give her the chance to answer, merely pushed her head back down on my dick and forced it back to her throat. Over and over she bobbed on my dick, my thick hands wrapped tight around her ponytail as I forced her down over and over. Each time she came a little closer to taking all of me until finally, with tears in her eyes and her blouse dark from her spit, I pushed her all the way down on my eager cock and watched it completely disappear down her throat. She struggled for a moment and the feel of her throat muscles constricting on my cock felt so good. Too good in fact, and before I could say anything to her I unleashed a torrent of cum down her throat. I saw the surprise in her eyes as she was forced to swallow, and gradually I pulled my dick from her gullet let my cock drain on her tongue. Her jaw hung slack from my rough treatment, a glazed look in her eyes from the lack of oxygen. Her chest heaved as she gulped air, her tits jutting out and her dark nipples hard and peaking out through her wet shirt.
"That is just the beginning," I told her as I refastened my pants. "From now on, you are my personal whore, my sex slave to use as I see fit. Until the money is repaid, you will do as I say, when and how I say, no exception. Get ready for a new life bitch. Your ass is mine." Slapping her wet tits hard before I left, I returned to my room and copied all her files again, then emailed myself a copy and hid the rest. With my access to her accounts still in place, I changed all her codes and locked her out of all my dad's stuff. Now even her money flow was mine. She would have to come to me if she wanted anything, or have to go to the bank and try explaining why she had locked herself out of her accounts only to try to change it later. Smiling I laid down in my bed and drifted off to sleep, but not before I heard her creep into my father's room and close the door. I did feel bad about what would happen to my dad should he find out, but I already had a plan for that too.