My Honeymoon with Dad

The plane landed in Salvador at about eight o'clock in the morning, and my father had described a guy who was coming to pick me up, and I recognized the man in the landing area with a badge with my name on it. Dad went to live in Bahia soon after the divorce proceedings with my mother. Our contact in the following months was all by phone. I did not mind when he asked me to buy the ticket with my meager savings. Then he would reimburse me, he said. I had no knowledge of his financial situation, but I did not worry about it. However, the reality ascertained on my arrival, was that of an impoverished man and temporarily inhabiting, according to him, a small room in a very simple inn near the Costa del Sauípe. His Flavio tried to explain about his informal work as a manager in an alternative tourist transfer company. Clandestine, I assumed. He would take a few hours off to stay with me. I put the disappointments aside and focused on the passion I still had for him, and we would finally have our long-awaited honeymoon. As we kissed for the first time inside his little room, all the fire stored up during the months of his absence from my body exploded like a volcanic eruption. Amidst the kisses and warm hugs, my clothes fell to the floor and I devoured his dick like it was the tastiest pickle. When it was his turn to work his frantic tongue into my vagina, I felt myself floating during a continuous sequence of affection that culminated in a rare moment of very crazy orgasm. I would be able to drown him with the abundance of my female ejaculation. Ahh! He was still as active as ever, came over my body and penetrated me whispering dirty phrases. I miss that little whore of mine. My father was never romantic, but he was too hot. I groaned like a whore again, as I always do only with him. But I gave in, I only realized the lack of bubbly when his semen invaded me like the burst of a dam. The magic of the climax arrived at the very moment of the flood and rewarded with a surplus of the worries I would have from then on. I was contemplated with minutes of ecstasy and spasms of pure pleasure. It was our first time having sex without the worry of being caught, I don't think I can remember another, and I loved being caught in all of my dad's favorite positions, even the painful ones, like I'm giving a blowjob in the roast chicken position. I was exhausted from so much activity in the last few hours, and I fell asleep with my head nestled in his chest and receiving his affection in my body. We got out of bed in the middle of the afternoon. <unk> We were invited to lunch at a restaurant in the Village on the Sauípe Coast, and the host is one of my poker table friends <unk> he said. Only then did he reveal the real reason for inducing me to visit him-- he owed favours and gambling debts that he had no way of repaying, he was threatened with death, but would give something in return to his creditor-- the young body of his daughter. I suppose for most of you, first I should demonstrate all my disappointment, indignation, feeling insulted, bullied, betrayed, etc. And then I should refuse the desperate man's absurd request and tell him to go fuck himself, right? Yeah, well, it wasn't that easy for me, but my love for him and our complicity in years of incest made me relent and agree to get him out of it. The poker game was the main topic of conversation between them during lunch, and I learned of the existence of an underground casino in a nearby hotel, where my father lost much more than his possessions. After lunch, during our brief farewell, my father hugged me and spoke in my ear. I'm sorry, daughter, but he wouldn't let me leave Bahia alive unless I gave him what he demanded. <unk> I'm only doing this for you, I hope I don't regret it later <unk> I spoke in a hushed voice. One of two men (securities or henchmen, I don't know for sure) went out with my father. I was at the mercy of a rude crown and would be his weekend toy. The Latino-looking man, with a brown beard, mustache, cavanhaque and a Spanish accent, said he had a crush on innocent young girls. He didn't know anything about me, so I kept playing the role of naive girl. I figured I would suffer less that way. I was afraid of the fifty-year-old with the face of a mafia boss. I later learned of your marital union with a state congresswoman, sister of an influential politician in that state. What a rotten world! I thought with disgust as I accompanied you to your hotel. Keep going. I'll tell you more in the next one, kisses!