Dark Fantasies (Wolfyyy and Juicy)

[Juicy Fresh]

Name: Jennifer, Jenny, Jinny, Jen
Age: just turned 17
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It had been five years... Five long, painful, and depressing years since I last saw my father in person. It all fell apart when my mother filed for a divorce. The divorce was messy. There were six lawyers involved and at least a hundred grand out the window just on their fees. What made the divorce so big and disastrous was the money involved. My mother was a biological scientist with a solid PhD and a reputable name. She made money from just sitting in a laboratory. And my father, he was rich too. Definitely more well-off than my mother, simply because he was a successful business man and also a politician. To say the least, I was a spoiled child when I was young. We lived in a huge house with beautiful belongings. It was like living in royalty, almost. But that all came to an end with the divorce. After they split, my father moved out of country for business, and later, my mother fell deeply sick with cancer. It was all a down-hill battle from there. I stopped seeing myself, something I can't only blame him for happening. He never called, but I never answered his emails. In the end, we stopped seeing each other because I had no time to visit with all the therapy and treatment my mom was receiving. Plus, deep down inside, I didn't want to see him. I was angry, since he wasn't there to comfort my mother. The whole divorce was hard on me; but it was something I should have predicted. The marriage was over far before the divorce. The marriage was over when I was born.

Now my mother is dead. And I have no where to go; no family. My mother had no siblings, and her parents had died years ago. I had no siblings either, I was an only child. I was staying with some close friends of the family, but with child services up my ass and lawyers dealing with my mother's will and belongings, it was determined that she wanted me to go stay with my father; who in the end, had legal guardianship. I was surprised she would ask for me to stay with him. It made me hate him less, because it reminded me how much I loved him and missed him. But I was moving away from all of my friends. In a way, I was happy to move from them. I had too many issues, many dealt with them. I got into a lot of trouble at my private school. My friends had slipped into the drug trap, and were always having sex and partying. It wasn't my taste. Especially since I had broken up with my boyfriend of 2 years. He was older; in his 20s when I met him. I was 14 when it started. A stupid idea to have gotten involved with him. I should have known a college boy would only hurt me. Except this time, he hurt me a lot worse than just heartbreak. Having controlled me and hit me a couple of times, he was an alcoholic and only got abusive when drunk. It was hard to let go, even if he did smack me; I was in love with him – so I thought. After coming out of rehab, which he did to keep me in his life, it was over. Not because of him, but because of problems of my own. I guess I have a thing for older guys.

It was early morning, and the limo had just dropped me off at a private airport – where I would be picked up by a private jet to take me to my father's new kingdom. Somewhere in me, I was excited to start a new life and be in a new foreign country. But I was also very scared. I boarded the jet, where I was greeted like I was royalty. All of my stuff was loaded into the jet's compartments. I wasn't taking much furniture, as I was told I could buy new stuff when I arrived. But even with that, I had a ton of belongings. Dozens of boxes and luggages were boarded on the plain. It was like a flight of people were boarding, but no, it was just pretty little ol' me. While on the plane, old thoughts haunted me in my dreams. I dreamnt of my father, in a way no one should dream or think about their father. I thought I had just gotten over than problem. I suppressed any feelings of lust towards him. I just made myself believe that it was because he was gone that I thought the way I did. I shrugged it off.

The plane landed hours later, and I was transported to my father's recent home. When the gates opened to the estate, my eyes were wide. He was even more rich than I last remembered. The house was practically a castle. I was impressed, very impressed. I was only 17, but a man with money is a turn-on for any person. To see how much power my dad possessed was incredibly eye-opening. The door to the limo was opened up for me and I stepped out. I had grown so much since the last time you had seen me. I grew a large bust and developed nice curves. I had thin voluptuous legs and long hair. I was wearing a tight black miniskirt with black high heels and a white blouse that hugged my chest and my waist. The blouse was slightly buttoned down to showcase my cleavage. I was a woman, now. Having been spoiled senselessly, I liked to dress up and everything was designer name. I looked around and was lead to the front entrance. I was moments away from seeing you once again. It was a new life, but little did I know; with this new life, was coming a new change, and with that new change, arose dark fantasies.

 

[Wolfyyy]

- It shouldn't even happened; How I wish I have never met her in the first place. -

His eyes shut, his tired body resting against his priced leather armchair. Countless thoughts have been flowing through his mind in the recent weeks as today is the day he is expecting the arrival of his daughter - a figure he has neglected for about 5 years. It is not that he did not care for his ex-wife, who recently passed away, nor did he not missed his daughter. He was hurt, numbed in the heart and the only way of easing the pain was to minimise his exposure to the his ex-wife and his daughter. Working seemed to be like the best ever form of distraction he can have, which is why his businesses are ever expanding. His monthly profit averaged to about almost a million dollars.

He acknowledged that probably, it was his fault that the whole divorce took place. He got complacent ever since he was married to his wife. There was not a single candle light dinner between the two, no weekend dates, valentine's day was celebrated by having a meal at home. All romance died right after the day he exchanged vows with her. He thought he has got everything he every wanted, family, money, a stable career etc. He did not realised that efforts are still required to maintain those things in his life. It did not help especially when your mother is the kind who requires lots and lots of attention. The kind that will drain any man to the core mentally due to her enormous appetite for emotional needs.

She felt neglicted, and started an affair. It did not take long before he discovered it. He was devasted. At that point in time, he could not quite see the bigger picture, as he put all the blame on her shoulders. That all the more, provoked her which eventually led to the conclusion that divorce was simply the best option. He lowered his head, resting it against his palm, gently massaging his temples.

The serenity was broken when he heard a beep coming from the transmitter.

" Mr James Parker? Its Bob Suchet here, the chauffeur. Just to let you know that your daughter has arrived with me, and we're making our way to the front porch."

He placed the towel, that was lying on his lap, aside on a nearby glass table. He finished working out at the Gym room at the western wing of his castle - of sort -. He always manage to keep a habit of keeping in shape, since he used to be a football playing during his early days. He is now nearing his late thirties, but still possess the firm, broad, atheletic body frame that he has when he was younger. He changed out of his workout shorts and put on a more formal and proper long pants, coupled with a T-shirt that wraps firmly against his torso, his well-mainted figure can be easily traced from his attire.

He made his way to the front porch, standing by the steps as he waits, watching the limo coming from the distance. He felt a little nervous. He is afraid that his daughter, someone so dear to him will be mad at him for neglecting her when she probably needed him most. He wants to make it up to her. And he can only hope she will forgive him.

 

[Juicy Fresh]

When you exited the house, my eyes widened. You weren't anything like I remembered. For some odd reason, I had blocked out the thought of you for so long that my perception of you had been distorted by reality. You were much more handsome than anything I remembered – and in shape; REALLY in shape. I could see your fitness through the clothes you were wearing. Nice tight blouse, black pants, very sophisticated. You looked rich, dressed rich, and had smelled rich. But the money wasn't what I was thinking of what right. I was thinking of how attractive you looked for a man your age. Your masculinity and maturity made you more attractive. I had picture a pot-bellied man who, with money, had loss track of his health. But boy, was I much proven wrong.

A man approached me, leaning out his arms to hand me a luggage that was in the trunk of the limo. I didn't even notice the man, I just continued walking; bluntly ignoring him. He looked irritated but that annoyed expression on his face faded as he realized he should have half expected that. I made my way up the long driveway, watching my step so that I wouldn't fall over in my brand new heels and break an ankle. Another servant walked up to me and offered me his arm to walk with, I starred at him like he was a bug. “Do I look like I need a walking stick?” I mocked, quite coldly. I wasn't normally that spoiled, but dealing with everything that was going on, I wasn't too happy. “I can plenty handle myself.” I stuck my head up a bit, and augmented the stairway. I came to face you. Not knowing what to say. It seemed everything I could say would be wrong or awkward. “Hello... father. It's been a... long time.” I gazed over you again. Trying to keep my eyes as focused as I could on your eyes – but it was hard. My heart raced just looking at you.

My hair was tied back today in a high ponytail. I had long luscious dark green hair that fell well below my ass. I had been growing it since I was a child and refused to get it cut. It was my pride and joy, a long with many other things. My breasts were large. They had developed almost instantly over the summer. No pictures could justify how plump my boobs actually were in real life. I gave you a pity smile. I didn't really have any relationship with you, so just looking at you was awkward. I didn't know what do say or what to do. “You look good.”

 

[Wolfyyy]

Both the chauffeur and the servant gradually disappeared from sight, both of them realising that the two needs sometime alone on this day of reunion.

I watched the big girl, no wait, a young lady rather emerged from the limosine. I find myself stucked in a moment of awe came into sight. She is beautiful, gorgeous and no amount of vocabulary can describe his thoughts of her. The last time he saw her was when she was a young pre-teen. And she has grown and matured into something that has the beauty and figure to make any men gaze hard - including myself, her father.

I tried hard to concentrate. I know this feeling. Its lust.. or rather, something even more than that.. .

- Stop, this is wrong.. -

I have been living alone all these years and pretty much in seclusion. And its definately taking a toll on me. I'm extremely lonely. My previous heartbreak made me lost all faith in woman and in love. But the irony is that, I knew I needed someone. Someone I can turn to at the end of the day after a hard day's work. But the mental barrier is stopping myself from falling for any other women. But this barrier is broken, right this instance, as I watched my daughter. I simply don't know why.

I tried to shake myself back to reality while the graceful figure makes her way over infront of me. My anxiety grew a little as I watched you gave my servant a good tongue lashing. As a father, I should have stopped you to correct your attitude but I didn't. Its the mixed emotion churning within myself that is preventing that from happening. As I hear you speak to me after the two outsiders dismissed themselves, I felt relieved. Your tone and expression changed, completely. I can feel that emotion of yours through the tone of your voice. It isn't the kind of tone ordinary fathers will use to converse with his daughter, it is more of like a tone used by a man and woman who is dating. I, however, was still weary of my own thoughts and opinion.

- This is the beginning of a reunion. I cannot afford to screw this up. I need to control myself, my feelings, my urge.. -

" Hey.. Jennifer.. " I paused. " Thanks.. " I replied softly as you complemented me.

" You've grown to become a really beautiful girl as well, I see.. "

And I went silent. We were exchanging gaze for almost a minute of silence and serenity.

" Do you.. wish to come in? Its getting a little cold out here. " I made my way beside you, lifting one hand, gently placing it across your shoulder, guiding you into my castle mansion.

 

[Juicy Fresh]

“Do not touch me.” Were the first words out of my mouth. I stepped away from your embrace when you tried to greet me into your home. “Do... not... touch me...” I growled in a hushed hissed. I was gritting through my teach when I warned you to stay away. I was cold and heartless when I said that, I had little care for your embrace or your concern for my warmth. “I have a jacket, can't you see? I don't need your arm to warm me.” I paused, stepping into the house on my own, without your guidance. “What do I look like? Blind to you? Deaf, even? I need not a dog to guide me through the door. Don't talk to me like I'm a baby, I understand English and I can tell the temperature for myself.” It was clear I had many problems with anger and I had a short temper. I was so defensive for no apparent reason and I didn't seem to like you coming near me. It was like I was a germophobe, but have a phobia to compassion.

I looked around at the new environment I would be living in for a long time. I did a slow 360, with a criticizing glare in my eyes as I examined the front entrance of the house. “Where's your wife?” My words were solid and blunt. There was not a single shred of sarcasm in my soft feminine voice. I Spoke to you with 100% seriousness. “Hmm... I had half expected to walk in a see a giant ugly portrait of you and this new lover of yours over the fireplace. No cat, either? Hm...” I continued to look around, “Surprising.” I turned to you, “I guess Wikipedia really isn't all that accurate.” I shrugged – that in itself was sad. The fact that I had looked you up on Wikipedia. I couldn't figure out what was more pathetic, the fact that I actually searched you on the internet, or the fact that I knew so little about you that I HAD to look you up on the internet to even try to get the slightest idea of how your new life was. “So I'm guessing since I have yet to be rudely interrupted by a nagging step-mother, that there is no womanly figure in your life currently?” A smirk grazed my lips, but it vanished quickly.

I hadn't had a real smile in months. I hadn't laughed in what seemed like years. I wasn't happy. I wasn't happy here, I wasn't happy at home. Every direction I turned to was full of grief. I looked at you and I had nothing to talk to you about, because you were a stranger to me. I looked at my house back home and I am flooded by the memories of my mother. I look at my old school and am haunted the the relationship that nearly killed me. There was nothing left for me. My brain had twisted, turned, and folded upside down. My thinking was so disturbed and distorted, that my perception and judgment was destroyed. When I looked at you, I thought of sex. I wanted you, and I couldn't pin-point any reason why. I dreamed day in and out about dirty fantasies with you. Perhaps it was because I hadn't seen you in so long, that I lack that attention needed to make me normal; but right now, I wasn't normal.

 

[Wolfyyy]

I was slightly taken aback by the sudden change in your tone. No doubt I was upset, but I already see this possibility coming since weeks ago when you were set to move over to my mansion. I withdrew my hand off from your shoulders as you reacted aggressively, not wanting to add salt over a wound.

I followed you from a distance behind, as you made your way into the grand hall. My eyes fixed on you almost for the whole time. I wanted to get close to my daughter but she doesn't look like she is keen on re-establishing a relationship by the looks of it.

- I hope this will get better in the days ahead.. - I thought. I cannot imagine going on like this forever, especially when there is this unknown feeling welling deep inside me, this feeling which happens all of a sudden the moment I saw you stepping out of the limosine, this feeling that I know is totally wrong. But I couldn't help it. The more I gaze at your young, matured figure - Those curves, the firm, huge perky set of bossom, those smooth looking slender pair of legs, the more I need you. I crave to carass your body with a burning passion. And I need it real soon.

But the situation isn't looking good at all, the base relations between us is so bad it doesn't look as if there is a chance. It makes me wonder how long more I can control my urge. It is like a horrible form of mental torture.

I was silent throughout as I listen to you curse and swear. I know this is perhaps the best way for you to vent your anger, by being the punchbag for the day, and so I let you rant on.

" No. I've been single since me and your mom got the divorced. " is the first reply I managed to all the crude questions you bombarbed me with.

" I'm sorry.. Jenny. I know it has been hard on you all these years. But things weren't working out at all between me and your mom. I didn't want the divorce either. But if its not for it, things might be even worst off than it is now. It probably was a better option.. " came my first attempt to reason with you, as I saw an opportunity to make a reply after you went silent after asking the last question.