I Married My Daddy

The backstory is that I went to work in an office downtown at a professional company. Everyone was either a professional or had some sort of specialized training. I was hired as a payroll clerk. (I got to see everyone's pay). When the cold weather came, I wore my worn out overcoat and I was on the elevator when one of the men was with me. He noticed my overcoat and asked me why I was wearing that old thing, it detracted from me. I told him that I couldn't afford a new coat.

He said some things and by the time we reached the ground floor he had told me he was taking me to Macy's and he would treat me to a new coat. I was uncomfortable, really uncomfortable, but he insisted and I went with him. First we had to get something to eat so we went to a restaurant and he ordered wine and told me I could imbibe if I wanted. He reached over the table and whisked my hair from my face and told me I was regular pretty. A man can always do with a girl like me.

In the conversation that followed he went on about how a man takes a woman in his arms and keeps her down and inserts himself in her until they become one and ends up with his sperm in her. How would I like that? Would I do that for him?

He did take me to Macy's and he did buy me a coat. A real nice coat. But on the way back to the office we took a detour because he wanted to show me how much I made him want me. It was at my apartment, on my bed, that he showed me how a man takes a woman and keeps her down and inserts himself in her and leaves his sperm in her. Some girls he told me were just meant for certain men and that's how it was for me, I was meant for him.

At work, he had called in to tell my supervisor that I was with him running an errand, my coworker in payroll asked me where I'd been, and I told her, about the coat and the lunch and how he had shown me I was meant for him. Her answer was so matter of fact, 'you are new here and you already have a Daddy?'. Go girl, how lucky.

As the months went by, and I had to take care of my Daddy, I found out that other women had Daddy's too. Including a couple of the professional women. The whole game was about getting a Daddy, and the other women with Daddies knew who had a Daddy and who didn't. And the Daddies talked about 'their girls' and how they had taken them to Vegas or bought them a car or something. My Daddy spent money on me with clothes and furniture and fixing me up in a nice apartment, because when he was there he wanted a big TV and nice easy chair and a nice bed for when he took me and kept me down and inserted himself in me and left his sperm in me.

One of those days, after he had deposited his sperm in me, he asked me why I never called him Daddy. 'You are my girl and I'm your Daddy'. He wanted me to say Daddy fuck me. I wouldn't. I never said 'fuck me'. He did what he did, but I wasn't asking for it.

One night that he stayed all night with me, he grabbed me from behind in bed and held me by my tits and twisted my nipples with his thumb index finger. He had me in a bear hug and my insides were on fire and pushed my finger hard against my clit but I came anyway. He slowly got on me afterwards to deposit his sperm in me. That night I called him Daddy, it came out, by the time I said it the damage was done. He really hugged me tight that night while he inserted himself in me.

It was a several weeks later that I used the word Daddy when some of the girls were talking about going to a male strip joint. 'I don't think my Daddy would like that'.

All that sperm got to me and I turned up pregnant. My Daddy was upset about it, a man his age with a younger woman and now she was pregnant. But he took me to the judge and married me. Just in case, mind you. Being nice to me.

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