Thread: Daddy, I'm Sorry!  (Tyr x Katy1008)

Harley had a pretty good relationship with her dad. Compared to what she heard from her friends about how they were with their parents she thought it was pretty fantastic. Her mom had died when she was five. Harley had always been daddys little girl but she was still upset and confused as to where her mommy had gone. As she got older Harley had wondered about how hard her dad had taken it. Shed tried to say to him a few times that she was okay with him finding someone else to be with, that he should get a girlfriend that he deserved to have someone. He was a good looking guy. But he had dismissed it and said he was too busy had said he was just fine. Hed been an attentive but not suffocating father. Doing everything he could to provide a good home and put good food on the table. Hed brought his daughter up to be respectful and generous and had made sure that she got her education. When she got into sports at school hed gone along to the games. When Harley first started playing soccer he was the only dad there everyone else had their mom in tow and thats when Harley had first said to him it was okay to find someone else. By the time she was team captain she was obviously going to practice on her own but he went to all her home games and cheered her on. He actually quite enjoyed seeing her play. The main father daughter time though had been around cars and bikes. When she was very young sometimes Mark had to take her to work whether that was at the shop or out at some location in town. Most of the guys in the shop had known her since she was 6 or 7. As she got older she wanted to spend time with her daddy and she had started asking questions about what he was doing and what particular things in the engines did. He would have her helping out - handing him tools or parts and then hed starting showing her what to do. She could change the oil, change a set of plug, replace carburettors and radiators. She could tune an engine. She knew more about engines than most men. Mark knew his daughter pretty well except for one thing. She was a twenty four carat slut. She had messed around a few time with boys during her first year in high school - the usual stuff but had been a sophomore when she lost her virginity. A baseball jock shed met at a party. Shed even introduced him to her dad. She then heard he was also seeing at least one other girl and realised that she had just been a notch on his bed post. She didnt tell her dad that bit but she decided that she wasnt going to look for Mr Right. Shed do what the guys did and have fun. She had enjoyed sex and wanted to enjoy it more. In the last two years shed fucked maybe 25 guys, sucked off maybe another half dozen who she didnt then sleep with. At one frat party she went to with Mikey she let three different guys fuck her one after the other - something else that Mikey had set up beforehand. That had been where the pictures her dad had been shown had been taken. She never quite felt satisfied well not by the time she got up the following day. Her dad knew none of this. She was his little girl. Until now. Harley had been enjoying herself. The two guys by themselves were okay their cocks were about what she was used to. But she had never had two guys at the same time before. She had never been spit roasted. She loved being pushedpulled between them... loved the feeling of so many hands on her body. She wished they were a little rougher it was almost as if they were scared of hurting her. But that aside she was loving this. And then she heard her Dads voice. She rarely heard him shout that wasnt his style usually when he was pissed. Quite the reverse. Harley was most scared of him when he was speaking firmly but at normal volume. When we came close to her and asked her or told her something very pointedly was when she knew that he wasnt messing around and that his patience had gone. His shouting was a surprise. All three of them had jumped. The guys had been out of her within a second and were hastily grabbing their clothes. In their haste she had practically fallen off the table into a heap on the floor. Her clothes had been thrown around and nothing was at hand. So all she could do was sit there, her chest heaving, trying to cover herself as best she could looking up at her father as he crossed his arms and looked back at her. Last edited Jun 28, 2018