I Only Love You Romantically

100% fiction!

My name is Rebecca. 18 years of age. I’m 5’4” in height and weighs about 113lbs. I have waist-length blond hair, hazel eyes and a pair of perky 38A breasts. I am a pretty big fan of amateur body piercings. I had my ear lob and helix pierced what i was in school, a diamond nose stud at college, and now at the age of 18, I am the proud of owner of naval, and clitoral piercings. I must admit, getting my inner labia pierced was kind of weird, especially with a male artist doing the goods.

Anyhow, I must admit that throughout my highschool and this past university freshman year, I was probably not the greatest role model for the younger generations. I did get relatively decent grades and is a member of the regional diving club, however most people tends to look past these achievements and focuses only on my flaws. Not that I blame them.

For years now, I was often seen as an incredibly arrogant girl whos a little preppy and nearly impossible to satisfy. I’ve dated a large number of guys, and...I dumped a large number of guys. The truth is, I don’t like guys who tries their best to please me. I want a man who is firm and is capable of taking control over me. So after all of these unsuccessful relationships, I turned my gaze toward a new category of men. Older men. Men who are romantic, experienced and most of all, dominant. It didn’t take me long afterward to find the missing individual in my life. In fact, for many years now, I’ve been living under the same roof with that particular person. My dad.

My mom and dad had been mortal enemies ever since she was pregnant with me. Rumors has it that my dad did not wish to have a child, and when my mom insisted on giving birth, he left. So my mom gave birth and raised me all by herself for a long, gruesome 11 years. On my 11th birthday, perhaps being more mature and weary of guilt, my dad came crawling back. That day, my parents had a long fight. But in the end, he was allowed back into our lives. However the love that once existed between my parents are long gone. And since I’ve never met him in my entire life untill then, I had no feelings towards him at all. The lack of parental love between us eventually led me to love him romantically without the slightest trace of guilt.

It was the eve of my mom’s first business trip in 18 years that I was finally left alone in the house with my dad. By then, I had been fantasizing about him for weeks. It took me a long time to gain control of my emotions and convince myself to sneak into his room and give him something my mom so adamantly denies him. A woman’s love. Minutes after midnight, I crawled downstairs into the basement, and found him fast asleep on the couch. After making sure he was deep in his sleep, I wiggled down his underwear, revealing a monster that has remained quiet for the past 7-8 years. I gently held his limp penis in my hand, stroking it ever so slow. Just then, he stirred in his sleep and got up before I can react. Oh the disbelief look on his face. He grabbed me by the wrist and slapped me across the face that instantly dropped me to the ground. I cried.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?!” he yelled at me.

“I’m sorry..” I whimpered. “I just wanted to love you..”

“Do you realize I am your father? Not step-father. Your biological one?”

Not knowing what I was doing, I disowned him. Telling him that he is not my father. That there is no fatherly love between us. My words struck him like a dagger to the heart. He sat down and looked completely out of place. I crawled over to him, cuddled next to his legs and whispered “I don’t care that you gave birth to me, I love you and I want you.” By then, I realized that he too must’ve been doubtful about our relationships. As he suddenly picked me up in his arms, carried me upstairs to my bed and locked the door after us. He then crawled on top of me, kissing down my neck wildly. Realizing he has completely lost control over himself, I reached down, grabbed his cock and gave it a hard squeeze. It came alive.

Before I know it, my hands were bound behind my back, face buried between his legs. I stuck my tongue out and gave his anus a nice tongue washing. He then grabbed me by the throat and and thrusted his hard cock down my throat. I choked. He wrapped my hair around his hand, pushing my head into his crotch. Saliva dripped past my lips, down my body. He then set me on the bed, head drooping down the side, and fucked my throat like a toy pussy. I desperate tries to gasp for air, but his relentless thrusts made it nearly impossible for me to take the smallest breath of air.

After my little throat destruction, I wiped the saliva around my eyes, smearing my mascara. I gave him a sly smile and said “didn’t think your daughter would be your slut 18 years ago did you.” He didn’t reply. Instead, he took a pair of scissors and cut off my bras and panties right down the middle. I was definitely turned on by then. He picked me up effortlessly and set me roughly on top of his throbbing cock. With a sick grin on his face, he thrusted his cock into my pussy, nearly ripping my labia ring out of its flesh. I came so fast that my body probably went limp for a couple seconds. Several times, his cock hits my cervix, making me squeal in pain.

Seeing me so susceptible to pain, it gave my dad a new erotic idea. He tied my hands high off the ceiling. Clamped my nipples with clothline clips, and shoved my dirty panties into my mouth and sealed it in with masking tapes. He then stood behind me, squeezing my butt in each hand and slowly pushed his cock into my ass. I moaned into the gag. Droplets of tear flowed down my cheeks as he pounded my asshole. For the first time in my life, I felt... inferior. Hours went by as my pussy and ass alternatingly gets pounded and gaped. Finally just as I was about to faint from weariness, he came. Not knowing his limits after 8 years of sexless life, all I heard was an “ughhh”, and the next thing I know, warm, gooey cum was filling fast inside my pussy. He had so much cum in him that it seemed impossible. He unbounded me and collapsed on my bed, while i was left on the ground watching all of cum flowing out of my numb pussy. As his final request, and I was greatly willing to do, I licked up all the cum off the ground, savored it in my mouth and then swallowed it down my throat.

We cuddled together on my bed, exhausted. He talked about us moving out and living on our own. I smiled and listened while chewing on a birth control pill.