More Family Matters
I recently learned that a few months before Kayla and I started sleeping with my brother Ryan, she started sleeping with my father, too. I haven't quite worked out how I feel about this. The thing is, knowing my father and Kayla as I do, this is hardly a surprising development.
Apparently, sometime in the fall of 2006 my father showed up at the club Kayla was dancing at. He bought a private dance from her and suggested that she could meet him at his hotel room after she got off work to finish the dance, to bring things to a happy ending, as they say. Kayla, of course, could have rejected that offer, but if she did she wouldn't have been Kayla. Though an incredibly beautiful and desirable woman, Kayla still views herself as the skinny plain girl she was when she grew up, and will fall all over herself trying to please any man who takes an interest in her. My father is a sexual predator who finds and takes advantage of such women. I don't know how I failed to see that this hook-up was destined to happen.
In any case, after she got off work that night, Kayla met my father at his hotel room and they fucked. And then continued to fuck through the remainder of my relationship with Kayla and apparently continuing into the not too distant past (if, in fact, they are not still fucking). That is to say, Kayla was fucking my father during the time she and I started fucking my brother, through my break-up with Kayla and her continuing relationship with my brother, and through my resurrection of my sexual relationship with Kayla and my brother (I haven't caught you all up on that, yet). For a good part of two years, Kayla has been fucking everybody in the family I grew up in except my mother (I'm all but positive she hasn't been fucking my mother, though I really am not ready to ask either of them about that yet).
I've written in the past about how when Kayla would come home and crawl into bed with me I would often go down on her, not infrequently getting a bonus as I sucked some guy's cum out of her pussy. I can't help but wonder now if at some time I was eating my father's cum out of my girlfriend's cunt. It's probably not best to dwell on that topic either.
I haven't written much about my relationship with my father. We actually get along pretty well. He's always been a good father to me and our relationship has never been in any way "improper" for a father and daughter. He was a lousy husband to my mother, though, always fucking anybody he could land and eventually not being particularly discrete about it. He treated my mother cruelly and hurtfully and despite whatever good feelings I have toward him based on how he's treated me and my brother, I'll always harbor some resentment for how he treated her.
The funny thing is that I am obviously very much like him. I seem to have inherited his sexual appetites, though to my knowledge he is not bi. And because I am bi and for a few years he and I were swimming in the same pool of sexual partners, our paths have crossed before. I have fucked many of his friends, and/or their sons, and we have both been in bed with at least two women besides Kayla. There was about a four year period, right after I graduated from high school, when I was a favored date of a number of my father's peers, those men in Napa county that he either worked directly with and for or did business with. It was a good life for me, sleeping with men who made hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, or more, and were quite willing to spend some of it on a cute young thing who would do anything with them that they wanted. I ate in fine restaurants and stayed in fine hotels all over the country, flying with these men or meeting them in Vegas, New York, Hawaii, the Caribbean. It was a perfect symbiotic relationship. They got the thrill of being with the hot young thing, including whatever thrill that gave them to walk into a restaurant or theater with me on their arm, I got to live a life I could never afford on my own, and we all got as much sex as we could handle. Sometimes I would be with just one guy for a month or two, other times I'd be seeing up to five or six guys at a time. Some of these relationships lasted for just a date or two and some of them continue to this day. Some of these men were the fathers of boys I'd gone to school with and in several cases I'd fucked their sons already. A couple of times I ended up fucking the father and son together (I can't help wonder if Kayla has done that with Ryan and my dad). Sometimes I ended up in bed with their daughters and on one occasion I ended up fucking the wife of one of these guys. One time I found myself in a bar waiting to meet one of these guys and started up a conversation with the hot young thing next to me who was also waiting for a guy. She was waiting, of course, for my father. I didn't run into him that night, but I did end up sleeping with her several times.
Eventually my notoriety became too much for my father. I imagine it may have been difficult for him to meet with these men socially or in business meetings while wondering if they'd been fucking his daughter. We ended up with an arrangement. To get me out of the county, hee set me up in an apartment in Santa Rosa and paid for college. I probably would have ended up here eventually anyway, as there are far more potential partners for me here, but he speeded up the process a bit. For the last eight years or so I haven't met a lot of new people in Napa (leaving aside for now my afternoon interlude with a large part of a football team a few years ago) and my father's any my sexual worlds have drifted apart. Until now, apparently. Now that he's seen fit to fish in my waters, I may have to venture back over the hill and see what new adventures I can spark up.
Apparently, sometime in the fall of 2006 my father showed up at the club Kayla was dancing at. He bought a private dance from her and suggested that she could meet him at his hotel room after she got off work to finish the dance, to bring things to a happy ending, as they say. Kayla, of course, could have rejected that offer, but if she did she wouldn't have been Kayla. Though an incredibly beautiful and desirable woman, Kayla still views herself as the skinny plain girl she was when she grew up, and will fall all over herself trying to please any man who takes an interest in her. My father is a sexual predator who finds and takes advantage of such women. I don't know how I failed to see that this hook-up was destined to happen.
In any case, after she got off work that night, Kayla met my father at his hotel room and they fucked. And then continued to fuck through the remainder of my relationship with Kayla and apparently continuing into the not too distant past (if, in fact, they are not still fucking). That is to say, Kayla was fucking my father during the time she and I started fucking my brother, through my break-up with Kayla and her continuing relationship with my brother, and through my resurrection of my sexual relationship with Kayla and my brother (I haven't caught you all up on that, yet). For a good part of two years, Kayla has been fucking everybody in the family I grew up in except my mother (I'm all but positive she hasn't been fucking my mother, though I really am not ready to ask either of them about that yet).
I've written in the past about how when Kayla would come home and crawl into bed with me I would often go down on her, not infrequently getting a bonus as I sucked some guy's cum out of her pussy. I can't help but wonder now if at some time I was eating my father's cum out of my girlfriend's cunt. It's probably not best to dwell on that topic either.
I haven't written much about my relationship with my father. We actually get along pretty well. He's always been a good father to me and our relationship has never been in any way "improper" for a father and daughter. He was a lousy husband to my mother, though, always fucking anybody he could land and eventually not being particularly discrete about it. He treated my mother cruelly and hurtfully and despite whatever good feelings I have toward him based on how he's treated me and my brother, I'll always harbor some resentment for how he treated her.
The funny thing is that I am obviously very much like him. I seem to have inherited his sexual appetites, though to my knowledge he is not bi. And because I am bi and for a few years he and I were swimming in the same pool of sexual partners, our paths have crossed before. I have fucked many of his friends, and/or their sons, and we have both been in bed with at least two women besides Kayla. There was about a four year period, right after I graduated from high school, when I was a favored date of a number of my father's peers, those men in Napa county that he either worked directly with and for or did business with. It was a good life for me, sleeping with men who made hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, or more, and were quite willing to spend some of it on a cute young thing who would do anything with them that they wanted. I ate in fine restaurants and stayed in fine hotels all over the country, flying with these men or meeting them in Vegas, New York, Hawaii, the Caribbean. It was a perfect symbiotic relationship. They got the thrill of being with the hot young thing, including whatever thrill that gave them to walk into a restaurant or theater with me on their arm, I got to live a life I could never afford on my own, and we all got as much sex as we could handle. Sometimes I would be with just one guy for a month or two, other times I'd be seeing up to five or six guys at a time. Some of these relationships lasted for just a date or two and some of them continue to this day. Some of these men were the fathers of boys I'd gone to school with and in several cases I'd fucked their sons already. A couple of times I ended up fucking the father and son together (I can't help wonder if Kayla has done that with Ryan and my dad). Sometimes I ended up in bed with their daughters and on one occasion I ended up fucking the wife of one of these guys. One time I found myself in a bar waiting to meet one of these guys and started up a conversation with the hot young thing next to me who was also waiting for a guy. She was waiting, of course, for my father. I didn't run into him that night, but I did end up sleeping with her several times.
Eventually my notoriety became too much for my father. I imagine it may have been difficult for him to meet with these men socially or in business meetings while wondering if they'd been fucking his daughter. We ended up with an arrangement. To get me out of the county, hee set me up in an apartment in Santa Rosa and paid for college. I probably would have ended up here eventually anyway, as there are far more potential partners for me here, but he speeded up the process a bit. For the last eight years or so I haven't met a lot of new people in Napa (leaving aside for now my afternoon interlude with a large part of a football team a few years ago) and my father's any my sexual worlds have drifted apart. Until now, apparently. Now that he's seen fit to fish in my waters, I may have to venture back over the hill and see what new adventures I can spark up.
posted by Thumper at 2:31 AM
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