Bride Training: Drilled by Father-in-Law

“Fuck me, Daddy!” She moaned, thrusting her hips even higher. She was wiggling that ass as proactively as she could, trying to seduce the man who had basically raised her. Her adopted father. She wanted his cock. She needed it. She was gagging for it.

“Fuckkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!” She threw her head back and moaned as the cock she craved finally entered her. Her insides were squirming in delight.

“Who do you belong to?” The voice was commanding and authoritative. It made her heart beat ever so faster.

“You, Daddy. I am your little whore. I belong to you, Daddy!” There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation. The words came out of her mouth without even a single thought.

“That’s my good little girl. Daddy’s feeling in a good mood today. Tell me, what do you need?” He thrust particularly hard inside her.

Her heart jumped in excitement. This was it. This was the moment she was waiting for.

“Breed me, Daddy.” She whispered seductively, throwing her head back, arching her back, making herself look even more sexy for her daddy. “I want your baby, Daddy. Fill me with your cum. Impregnate me, Daddy.”

“What a little whore you are.” The voice was mocking, yet affectionate. The large hands slapped her ass, making her squirm and moan. She tingled all over as his cock sawed her inside, bringing her even more ecstasy.

His hands were busy slapping and molding her ass, his cock a blur inside her. His hips smacked harder and faster against her, beating her into submission. Each thrust was accompanied by a slutty moan from her lips.

“Yes, Daddy!’ She chanted, her hair flying all over. “Harder, Daddy. Right there. Oh yes, right there, right there, right there.”

Her body stiffened, and her cum gushed out of her cunt, coating that sinful, delicious cock in her cream. She fell on the bed, exhausted and panting.

But the cock never left her insides. The man fell on top of her, his body covering her, his warmth spreading through her, inflaming her desires even more. Her tits were crushed in the bed as it squeaked under the mighty thrust of her ‘daddy.”

Her moans were low now, barely a thrum, as he pulled her insides apart with his cock. Each thrust, measured and strong, drove as deep inside her as possible. Even in this position, as his hands reached under her to fondle her tits, his cock was hitting her cervix, eliciting deep pain and pleasure, intermingling, and bringing her to that familiar edge of ecstasy.

Yet, she could feel it; his thrusts were a bit more erratic, a bit more forceful. His shaft was a bit thicker than usual, and his head slightly more swollen than before.

She licked her lips. Her heart was beating, thumping hard against her chest.

Daddy wants to breed me. She thought with elation. He really wants to impregnate me.

His thrusts were getting faster, and his groping was getting rougher. He was getting closer.

She turned her head, seeking his lips. They came down like a brick upon her, claiming her in a feverish kiss that left her breathless. Their tongues waggled together, entwining in much the same way their bodies were as they moved in that most primal of movements, seeking the ultimate fulfillment.

With a roar, he came, his cum blasting deep within her, the sperm desperately pushing against that wall that separated her vagina and her womb, seeking those eggs that lay beyond.

She shuddered. “DADDDDDDDDYYYYYYYY!!!’ She moaned deeply into the kiss, her ovaries shaking in delight as the sperm finally found them, eliciting the biggest orgasm she had ever had in her life.

She lay there spent, her daddy holding her protectively in her arms, their breathing in sync.

She couldn’t help but think.

How did I get here?

“Yes! I am on the way there.”

“Oh! Don’t you worry about it.”

“I am sure it’s nothing.”

“Geez, for the whole two months?”

“I’ll miss you a lot!”

“I love you and can’t wait for you to come back.”

The last part was spoken in a whisper by the tall young woman as she rocked on the bus. Her jet-black hair, primly styled and short, coming to just above her shoulder, bobbed and swayed with every bump the vehicle passed over the road. Her hazel brown eyes stared in the distance, as if looking at her fiancée, with whom she was speaking on the phone, rather than outside the window of the bus.

She finally pried the phone from her cheek and sighed. Like a gazelle, she turned, grabbing the hand that was touching her ever so inappropriately in a vise-like grip.

“And where do you think you are touching?” A smile played on her lips; A venomous one that did not reach her eyes. The people around them turned, a quizzical look on their faces as they watched the altercation unfold.

The man was sweating profusely. Large beads of perspiration fell from his eyebrows, staining his glasses. His acne-filled face grimaced, the rolls of fat under his chin moving up and down, rolling ever so gently as he opened his fat lips, trying to say something.

“I—I don’t know what you mean… L-Let me go!”

Her lips curled into a sneer as she tightened her hold on the fat wrist, holding him as the man struggled, huffing and puffing, trying to pull his hand from the woman now, ironically.

“You think you are getting away?” She scoffed, her eyes burning into the fat man who was several inches shorter than her and somehow out of breath even inside a bus. “Sexist, perverted pigs like you deserve to be in jail.”

“Excuse me!” She raised her voice, catching the attention of the people around her. Most of the individuals around them were already looking at the unfolding altercation. A few even had their phones out, recording it, she noticed with satisfaction.

“This man was trying to touch me inappropriately.” She spoke up while looking around, trying to catch the eyes of as many people as possible. “I will report him to the police. But we all know they won’t do anything.” That got a few chuckles from the people around her. “Please be careful and let others know about perverts like him.”

Just then, the bus lurched and came to a stop. The doors opened with a hiss.

Jenna, that was her name, dragged the fat pervert behind, moving towards the door.

The man huffed and puffed, twisting this way and that, trying to escape from her iron grip, but to no avail. She held onto him tight, as her life depended on it.

“P-Please.” The man was whining, annoying Jenna even further; his nasally voice grated on her nerves. “P-Please.” He continued. “It was a mistake. I promise. I won’t do it again.”

“Hmph.” Jenna scoffed. “You pigs always say that.”

They had reached the door. She dragged him down the steps. She turned her head, searching the thin crowd at the bus station, trying to find a flash of the blue uniform.

It didn’t take her long.

“Officer!” She called out.

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Jenna Faust was in a foul mood as she finally arrived at the airport, nearly thirty minutes later than she had planned. The flight must have disembarked the passengers ages ago, she thought as she nearly sprinted towards the airport gate.

And to think this was her first meeting with her father-in-law in ages. The impression she must have left on him.

“Jenna!” Someone called out to her. The voice was familiar. She whipped her head around, only to have her cheeks burn in shame.

There was her father-in-law, standing there out on the curb, presumably waiting to hail a cab.

She wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.

Jenna gulped as she took in the figure of her father-in-law standing there casually. Even his casual attire, he looked more professional than most people. He wore dark trousers and a white button-up shirt, the sleeves pulled up to show muscles on his forearm, and the top few buttons undone to show the barest hint of his collarbone. His silver and black hair—now mostly silver—waved hypnotically in the gentle breeze. His dark eyes penetrated her right to her soul without any effort.

Once again, she felt like a twelve-year-old girl who had encountered this man for the first time. Just absolutely in awe and admiration.

He moved towards her, his legs carrying him with gentle, graceful strides, not even a hint of confusion as he came to her and wrapped his arms around her.

He was an inch shorter than her, and yet, she felt completely enveloped in those arms—those strong muscles encircling her, their warmth spreading through her body, reminding her once again of that moment fourteen years ago when she first met this man after that horrible tragedy. And how he made her feel safe again.

She could spend an eternity in those arms, feeling his heart beat so steadily, rhythmically, right against her face. She was taller than him now, and yet, she couldn’t help but hide her face in his chest, like the twelve-year-old kid she once was.

Finally, they separated, Jenna a bit more reluctantly than she should. She looked at him and smiled.

“Hello, Altus.” She greeted him. “How was the flight?”

Altus Flemont shrugged, his wide shoulders making just the tiniest of motions. Yet, like everything he did, it drew attention. Two girls who were passing by at the moment turned their heads and looked at him, giggling. Jenna threw them a glare, her hazel brown eyes narrowing in that patented look that would trip even the hardiest of men.

The girls immediately stopped giggling and hurried along their way. Jenna even noticed, with some satisfaction, one of them bumping her foot and then hopping.

“It was alright!” The man spoke slowly, not too slow—just enough to make you pay attention to him, lest you miss what he was saying. Each word came with the perfect enunciation. “It was good, considering.” He looked at her—really looked at her—his eyes roving her body, moving from her hair down to her toes, stopping only just briefly at her chest.

Jenna shivered. Any other man, and she would be berating him—not Altus Flemont. She knew the gaze was not sexual. He was just looking at her.

His eyes, those dark blue orbs, narrowed just a tiny bit, yet the gaze became infinitely more intense. “Has my son been treating you well?”

Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t lie—not under that stare. “It’s been wonderful, Altus.” Altus Flemont’s lip twitched, barely. A motion that went unnoticed by Jenna.

“I can’t wait to get married.”

Altus smiled, a thin, carefully restrained widening of his lips to show just the perfect amount of teeth. “That’s wonderful. Now where’s the ride? I wish to take a shower. All that plane air seems to be sticking to me like glue.”

Jenna Faust shook her head. “We—that is, me and Gerrard—don’t use a car. Too bad for the environment. We’ll take the bus.”

Altus sighed, his eyes moving slightly upward in their sockets. That constituted an eye roll from that man, and it was the height of emotion that he showed. One preserved only for his children.

“That will not do.” He clapped his hands.

“But, Altus.” She tried to speak, but the older man simply raised his hand, shushing her up. She could never disobey him.

To her amazement, a black Rolls-Royce pulled up right in front of them after a few seconds. With all the cacophony around them, how did the chauffeur even hear that clap? she couldn’t help but think.

The chauffeur climbed out, wearing a smart black uniform. He bowed his head slightly, his attention fixed solely on the older, grizzled man.

Anyone else, and it would have rankled Jenna. Not with Altus Flemont. She took it as granted that everyone would address him first.

“I trust you do not have an appointment, Sir?” Altus Flemont spoke, his voice low, yet carrying over clearly.

“Jack Maltley, Sir. And not for a few hours.”

“That is good enough. And which service do you work for?”

“Incisive, Sir.”

“Ah, they should have an account with the Flemont family.” Altus raised his hand, showing the signet ring he wore on his middle finger.

Jenna just shook her head. These old families.

There was a spark of recognition in Jack Maltley’s eyes. He bowed his head even further. “Of course, sir. You must be Altus Flemont, if I am correct?”

Altus nodded his head. “If you would not mind, Jenna, tell the good man the address.”

Jenna just sighed and told the chauffeur where to drop them. She would not even dream of arguing with Altus Flemont in front of everybody. The thought alone was anathema to her.

Jack Maltley quickly moved to open the door for Altus and her. Altus turned towards her.

“After you, my good lady.”

Jenna had to suppress an urge to giggle, like those two stupid little girls.

I am not a little girl anymore. She forcibly reminded herself before sliding into the spacious, comfortable car.