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Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

Sometimes a Father was burdened in life by the choices of those they created. It was an old adage that a person's sins, their complications, their own problems in childhood would be visited on them in the flesh in the form of their child. There was no difference for this man, a man who in his youth had led a life a bit more than awry. He had lied and cajoled, cheated and stolen, broken the law and paid for it. He had been addicted to the flesh, had pushed the boundaries, and because of those choices had even spent a bit of time in jail...unbeknownst to his beautiful young daughter. Yet he had moved past all of that, becoming a professional and a teacher at the University setting. A job which had him working late nights, leaving him tired, but leaving him satisfied. Satisfied that he had become something better in life. Yet all those sins seemed to be recreated in Ava. When she had been young he thought he had reached out to her, provided her some stability, shown her that he could be a loving man and Father. As she had gotten older things had grown steadily darker for them both. Puberty had turned her into a beauty, had turned her into more than that...art given life, a statuesque little Goddess that was frightening to behold. It had twisted inside of him like a knife, tastes long forgotten seeming to rise within the corners of his mind as he saw her slinking about the house. It had ignited a fire in him that he tried to still, always turning his face away, always ignoring the clothing she chose to wear...always trying his best not to think of her as he orgasmed late at night in the shower. Always finding her face in his dreams. It had him resenting her, just the tiniest of bits. Resenting her for her actions, for her attempts at gaining his attention. He was an intelligent man, brilliant some would have said, and it was easy to see her ham handed attempts at manipulation. Easy to grasp that she was trying her damnedest to get his attention, to scream out for him to please just show her...something. She wanted to bring out that side of him he was keeping hidden, some part of her recognizing in him that her Father was...twisted. Perhaps just as twisted as she was... ...Perhaps even more so. So now he returned home, returned home to find a stranger's car parked in the driveway. To see the motions of a head bobbing within, and he pulled in behind them...blocking any chance of escape. The headlights caught the motions within as he stepped out, his large hand gripping the edge of his door, and for once there was something more in his features. Was it hurt? Was it hate? A mingling of the two? Whatever it was it stirred as he began to approach the driver's side, lightly rapping on the window as if everything was...perfectly fine. That was her Father...most dangerous when he was being reserved.
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

It was a common thing, tested in one's every day life. How far could someone be pushed until they snapped. Until they couldn't take whatever it was they were going through and they just lost it. She hadn't bothered to keep count, but she could swear there were once hopeful twinkles in her father's eyes that were no longer there. She had pushed, and pushed, and would continue to do so until something else replaced that hope. And she knew it was there, oh sweet little Ava knew. She liked to think she knew her father better than anyone, better than his students or any woman who had tried to intervene in their lives. She knew even when he tried not to, his eyes were watching those curves of hers, sway away from him. Away but still within his grasp. All he had to do was reach, reach out and grab his little girl and take her for what she had become. Not necessarily his fault, but certainly the seed of his mind. Where her father was a genius, Ava was clever, witty, and downright charming. Able to quickly snap back and react without hesitation, one would think it was due to youthful rebellion. This was more than rebellion. This was a hunger, a great growing need that left her body begging even after situations like these where one would normally be satisfied. Ava wouldn't be satisfied until she won, until she made him snap. That would be the day. Maybe it would happen sooner than she believed. No matter, her focus wasn't even on the rhythm of her head bobbing, another potentially false moan slipping around his shaft, she could just about feel him reach his point. Six minutes, going into seven. Weak . The headlights caught her vision, unbeknownst to the teen boy because he was too busy seeding himself into her mouth, the salty taste pooling around her tongue. Perfect timing. Even more so when she heard the soft tap against the barely tinted window, watching as Ethan nearly jumped out of his skin and began to shuffle. Raising her head lightly, the pretty girl let her eyes make contact with her father just in time for him to catch the glimmer in her eyes, the soft lick of her lips, and the second it took to swallow. Whatever little angel he had raised had disappeared, leaning back into her seat now with a calm that did nothing but make dear Ethan want to die right in the driver's seat. It was fear that kept him in his seat, but had also driven him to pull up his pants in fast gusts of Holy shit. It was then the brunette moved, opening the passenger side door and standing, shoes in one hand and bag in the other. You're home early. Not an apology, her airy voice spoke over the hood, sexually disheveled curls swaying slightly with the wind, she could have sworn she heard Ethan have a heart attack in the seat.
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

Her Father was very much uncaring of the man inside of the car. He merely stood there, his lips pressing together as his eyes pooled, lambent in the darkness behind his glasses. It was as if they looked the entire role of the predator at that moment, something inhuman in them as he experienced the first true pangs of jealousy. The first pulls of something that should never be inside of his mind. Finally though he broke his look upon her and he gazed down at....Ethan. He did not know who the boy was, he hardly cared, and his words next were chilling in their consequences. I want you to leave. I will have your car towed. If you bother me again, if I see you again, I will accuse you of raping my fragile flower of a daughter. Now get moving. He stepped just slightly to the side to allow for the boy to leave, his eyes staring at Ava and he frowned, his teeth coming to grit together. She was getting a kick out of this, she was enjoying it, and that was the situation that was going to be the death knell of them both. Her wish to push him might have finally had it's fruition this evening, as he moved towards her, walking around the car with a stride that was strong and sure. It was the stride of a man on a mission, a mission to ensure his daughter understood that he would in no way brook any further behavior of this sort. Maybe he was lying to himself though. Maybe he did not know the true reason for what he was doing. He felt the horror of what she had done, understanding what he had seen, her head bobbing up and down in that seat. He had seen the final moment, had seen the way the young boy looked, he knew what it signified, he knew deep down what it meant. His little daughter, his beautiful angel, had just made a man cum in her mouth...in her fucking mouth, and she had done it for his attention. And he found it strangely arousing. His voice almost seemed feral, a snarl upon his handsome face. Damn you, he nearly spit out, his hand coming to grip her arm to jerk her tightly against him. His body easily overpowered, he had no need to show off his strength, but in his anger he did not quite control those muscles...easily pulling her off balance to bring her up tight against his larger frame. His eyes stared down into hers as he continued his words, his voice hammering it home. Damn you for acting the floozy, damn you for doing this at my home ...at our home . How could you? How could you disrespect me so?
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

Much like a father, his first lines of chilled anger were toward Ethan. There wasn't a simple strand of emotion for the brunette, not at all worried about how the poor boy was about to damn near kill himself from the level of stress he was under. Why should she care . It wasn't any of her concern what happened to him or his car, or anything involving Ethan. He was a pawn, and she had played him so well in her own driveway, that this woman seemed to have empathy for the male breathing hard in his mixture of confusion. He couldn't have some angry father pressing rape charges on him, when his innocent little flower had made his cock disappear down her throat. Whatever made this man that delusional, he didn't care enough to find out about, and as soon as the go ahead was given, he was out of his car and down the driveway in record time. His daughter only let her eyes move just slightly, watching the frustrated male move down to the sidewalk before letting her eyes flicker back to her father. What was the punishment this time? Was she grounded? Banned from something she didn't care about? Sure, whatever. He would scold her the way he always did, tell her never to do it again and she'd spin out of it with a lie as curled as her hair. There were great lengths his little girl would go through for him to see her, pay attention, notice what she was calling out to him for, notice the delicious look in her eyes of sitting up from giving some teenage idiot a blowjob. So bold, so brash of her that the girl was sure enough in what she was doing, but not in the consequences. She knew not of what her father would do, only guessing the capabilities and strengths the usually calm man possessed. Ava would push every button until she got what she wanted, watching him advance toward her with fire in his eyes. Was it rage? For what she had done? Probably, rage that she had yet to narrow down how to channel to what she wanted from him. Easily, Ava saw herself as everything for her daddy dearest. His little goddess was everything he needed and more. She was sure of it. Ava just had to make sure he knew. The girl's dress still hiked up just slightly, she hadn't bothered to adjust it, wincing softly when his hand gripped her forcefully, pulling her forward with aggression in his eyes, anger. He was furious, the way any father would be. Barefoot and standing only at five two, if she had planned on slinking away, it was definitely too late. Her brown eyes looked full of something, whether it be fear or excitement, one couldn't necessarily tell as he cursed at her, young curves pressing against his body. Did he want an answer? The real one? The answer that meant blatantly telling him she was his, and boys her age didn't matter. Didn't have anything she wanted. Daddy, The pause seemed genuine enough, not breaking her eyes away from his, I don't mean to.
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

Didn't mean to. He somehow did not feel those words rang true in any sense of the phrase. His eyes were sharp, taking in everything about her at that moment, and it was then he realized the truth of what was going on. He felt it, that energy thrumming between the two of them, pounding in his head and he realized it was everything a person responded to when attracted. Hormones, body language, voice...his little daughter was screaming out that she wanted him, that she wanted his attention, that she needed it. It caused his eyes to widen the tiniest of bits as he looked down at her and he slowly shivered, a swift spike up his spine of hyperalertness. He glanced up as he saw Ethan scurrying away from them both and down the street. The young man had left his car, after all what choice did he have? Surely he must have felt a bit uncertain about how in the world he could have been in trouble, but the Father was not necessarily worried about such things. A man in today's world understood, or would quickly learn, that a woman's word trumped his. If Ava had said she'd been the victim at the hands of a terrible man...then the police were going to listen very intently to what she had to say. His hand tightened a tiny bit more upon her as he turned to look back down at her and he inhaled just slightly, feeling so terribly powerful as he studied her. She was so small, so like her Mother, and he towered over her at his six feet height. He could see her ruffled dress, the way it conformed to her skin. He could see the sheen of seed upon her lips, the memory of how she had licked her lips rampaging through his mind. The feel of her beautiful body, aching, pressing molding to him. It caused his shoulders to bunch just the tiniest bit, muscles of that bull like frame tightening. Finally he asked, it finally came out. It was something that had been coming to the fore for quite some time. It was something that needed to be said as they stood there...What is wrong with you, Ava, what is wrong? I did not raise you to do this, did not raise a daughter who would...., he frowned, almost not saying it but then the words spilled free. ...who would want her Father jealous, who would want him to look at her like you want me to look at you. It's a sickness, it's sick. His voice almost trembled at the end, not needing to share the obvious fact that if it was a sickness, it was one he shared in.
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

In truth, she didn't mean to make her well respected father so high strung and angry, so teetering on the point of snapping, and reacting so disrespectfully because she wanted attention. She didn't mean to act this way upon her cravings, her personal desires, and by all means she wasn't out to hurt him and just ruin him. She just wanted him to pay close attention. She wanted her brilliant father to use his brilliant mind and pay attention to the obvious. Here she was, right in front of him and all he had to do was reach out and take it, take her . He was avoiding what it was, what she wanted, and a part of his dear, sweet little girl did not like that. It made the heat raise into her cheeks, a flurry of thoughts rushing through her mind. Here she was in his hands, in his arms, and he was still resisting, still stumbling over his thoughts like this was some quizzical fucking book. Her fist clenched, pressing into his chest just slightly in a faint act to push him away from her, looking down and over the faint wrinkles in his white shirt. Her father's smell was familiar, books and whatever traces of cologne he placed on himself that morning. It was one of her favorite scents, her favorite memories of her father when she was near and things weren't as tense as they were. On occasion when he was at work, she found herself warmly nestled in his bed, taking in the comfort of who slept there without him actually being there. And maybe she was sick for that, out of her pretty little mind, to think getting whatever she wanted really could be taken this far. Was it something in her that triggered her admiration for him, for it to become so much more than the simple love and affection that a father and his daughter would normally share? Well, to be clear, she still loved her daddy. But what he would not do is make her out to be some sick, twisted teenager. Again came another push, this one firmer as her eyes pooled, narrowing with anger once Ava began to shake her head. I'm not sick daddy. I'm not some fucking headcase, She was neither of those things, clear minded and well aware, aware of making him jealous and making his skin crawl and making him want to wring her up by her neck, Don't pretend it's just me daddy. I see how you look at me, I know you think about me. I'm not a little girl anymore, Again, another push into his chest, eyes growing wide despite rimming with tears, I know you want me too. There it was again, his stubborn little Ava showing no signs of slowing this speeding train, her body growing hot against his. So take me daddy.
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

Take her? How could he ever even harbor such a thought in his mind? It was the most truly depraved of concepts, the most truly twisted of thoughts, and yet it was one that he'd had late at night when she was asleep in bed. One which had kept him up and troubled him, his own eyes searching the dark in order to find some meaning, some understand of what was happening to him. Take her, she said, and he found himself thrilling to the idea of it. He could feel her warm flesh burning through their clothing, heated as he gazed at her flushed cheeks, and his resistance began to crumble. The onslaught of sensations enough to tear down a weaker man. He wanted to resist her, he knew the truth even if she was denying it. It was a sickness, no matter what she thought. His free hand moved, reaching up to grip her chin to hold her there as he leaned close, searching those eyes so close to brimming over with her beautiful tears. He could not express how arousing that was, the emotion that stirred inside of his little daughter. To think that she had such feelings, to think that she could reach out to him like this and put herself on the line. For him....for him. That was the true thrill that permeated his entire being, that caused his teeth to clench and his lips to press together, almost snarling at that particular moment. It was the idea, the very idea that she would go this far just for his attention. That she would offer herself up like some banquet for him to partake of. It made him feel divine. Leaning close he kissed one of her cheek softly, inhaling the scent of her. There was only the two of them, no matter what was occurring in the world around them, for him at that moment there was only the two of them. His shoulders tightened once more, she was right in how she made him feel, how she drove him near the brink of madness. Take her she had said, and he tried to speak, tried to say something at that moment to deny how he felt. To deny himself...yet he could not, he could deny this no easier than he could deny breathing. He had to have it...and suddenly he kissed her. He kissed her hard, the hand on her chin sliding to cup her throat as he did so. It was bruising, vicious how he laid claim in that one brush of his lips...tasting his little girl's mouth for the first time as a man truly should. As a Father never should.
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

Whether she would ever come to terms with it or not, there would be nothing said to anyone. She wouldn't announce it to anyone that maybe it was a sickness, to want the love and affection from her father in ways that no one else could understand. No one other than the two of them. There was no need for her to explain what she wanted, no need to tell him that these needs of hers were selfish, uncaring of any damages made. Uncaring of any boundaries pushed, she wanted her father's hands all over her, grabbing and groping at his little girl because even if she wanted it, she was willing to give him every piece of her she could. Take me was exactly that. She was his, for as long as he wanted her. And she knew, pretty little Ava knew, that her father would want his little princess for a long, long time. Warm eyes filled with tears as she stared up at him, Ava could almost swear she saw his mind ticking, calculating what he was doing. The mess she had created and whether or not he would be a part of it. He would, he had to be, and in some sense he already was. He had raised this little monster of his, this beautiful creature that sat in his grasp with a body begging to be used, not just by anyone but him alone. Teenage boys could do nothing for her when she knew the ultimate prize sat so near, so close to being pushed off the edge. And here he was, one foot waving off that very edge, closing her eyes softly when he kissed her cheek, only to find the first stream of tears escaping. Whether they were joyous or not, it didn't matter, inhaling softly only to find that his lips moved as did his hand, the action catching her by slight surprise. Half lidded eyes stared up at him just in time for his lips to angrily press into her own, skin feeling hot and her eyes shutting again, the faintest movement of her lips working back against his. Daddy.
Thread: all for her f a t h e r. [ father figure x banks ]

She was crying, and surely he cared about that did he not? Surely he loved her and would show her compassion...and the answer was a resounding yes, yes he loved her, yes he would show her compassion. Even as his hands moved to fully cup her bottom, hiking that skirt up completely in the middle of the night, holding her there against him as he felt her whisper against his lips...he began kissing her, not on the mouth any longer...but on her cheeks, beneath her eyes. He kissed away those tears, taking his time in doing so, making soft sounds of solace and love. It was completely opposite of the motions of the rest of his body, the feelings of a Father in contrast with the terrible lusts of a man. He tasted his beautiful daughter's tears and grew perhaps even more pleased with this moment between them as the fingers on her young rear tightened and he whispered. He wanted her so terribly it hurt. Yet perhaps there on the street was not necessarily the place to do such things. No, there was no perhaps about it. His young girl might have screamed for attention while slurping a young man in his carport, but they had neighbors and there was most definitely legality issues concerning a Father being with his daughter. At this stage he doubted he would be charged, yet they both could feel he would go much further once he had her alone. He did not need to say that, they both knew that they had somehow crossed a threshold that there was no coming back from. Amongst some people it was a matter of being a psychic in a way, of connecting and grasping the undercurrents of each other's needs. He could feel that with his beautiful daughter. His tongue moved out, touching his lips just slightly as he looked down at her, feeling the mingled tastes. He could taste the saltiness of the young man who had come before him, he could taste her spit...her lovely mouth, and he could taste the sweetness of her tears on that tongue. Mingled tastes like the mingled emotions in his fucking dark soul. It came up into his eyes at that moment as he took her hand, knowing that they were going to embark on something terrible together and he whispered very softly as he began walking her inside of the house. I love you.