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A Love of a Lifetime
Chelsea smiled to herself as she glanced in the
mirror for the fifteenth time that night. She was
finally going to do it. Her long brown hair
gleamed and her skin looked flawless even to her,
which seemed unnatural as she was her own worse
critic. Her brown eyes seemed to shine as she
daydreamed about the night ahead. She knew that
everything had to be perfect or it would never
work.
She tried to shake the bad thoughts that seemed to
creep in suddenly. Glancing in the mirror again,
she saw herself as only she could. The fat,
unwanted, unhappy girl that she has always been.
Never before had she seen herself as she had just
minutes before. Instead in her place, there stood
the same plain-Jane she had always been. Tears
formed in Chelsea's eyes but hearing the sound of
tires in the drive she quickly sucked them up.
There would be other times to cry if tonight
didn't go well. But Chelsea wasn't going to give
up tonight without a fight.
She ran downstairs, the sound of her shoes making
a clip-clop noise on the floor. Chelsea didn't
care... there wasn't anyone but herself to hear
the sound. The only person that she cared about
was the person that would soon be coming in the
door, smiling and oh so loving.
The door slammed and Chelsea heard the patter of
feet moving toward the stairs. She rushed to the
kitchen, not wanting to give away the surprise too
soon. Her mouth smiling and her heart soaring, she
checked on dinner, plating it knowing that he
would be hungry and wanting to eat as soon as he
came to the table.
Once dinner was on the table, Chelsea had nothing
to do but wait until he returned from his shower.
That was their routine: Chelsea would have dinner
cooked, ready, and waiting on him while he took a
shower. After they ate, they often went their
separate ways. One returning to their room and the
other sitting down to walk television, but not
tonight. Chelsea had other plans. Plans that would
hopefully come to be true.
He walked down the stairs after a long hot shower,
enjoying the feeling of air on his hot skin. His
mind full of the images that he had run through
during the shower, made him slightly hard. He had
touched himself, thinking of the young woman that
worked in his office, the one that always seemed
to wear almost nothing to work and seemed forever
bent over, showing her breast and the fact that
she rarely wore panties. However the face on this
woman had not been her own, instead hair had been
brown not blonde, and the eyes a lovely shade of
brown almost green. Her face had been one that he
had stared at for many years, only just lately
seeing the beauty that was there. Her face had
been his daughter's, one that he could not seem to
get out of his mind.
He dreaded the moments that he spent with her,
worried that she would know that he was dreaming
about her, fantasizing about doing things to her
that no man, especially not her father, should be
doing to her. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't
stop thinking about her, naked, panting for him to
fill her. Begging him to pleasure like only he
could. Lately he seemed to be spending more time
away from home so that he wouldn't have to be
worried that he wouldn't be able to control
himself.
He stepped into the dinning room and groaned
silently at the picture before him. There she was,
leaning against the counter, her skirt almost
showing her ass, and he wanted nothing more than
to turn her slowly around, open her thighs, pull
her panties aside and fuck her until she screamed.
He noticed suddenly that she was dressed different
from the way she normally did. Instead of the
long, almost virginal skirts that she seemed to
live in, one that didn't seem to want to cover her
behind had replaced it. Just looking at it, seeing
the way that it groped her ass, he knew that
tonight was going to be a long one.
Chelsea heard her father coming downstairs and
decided that now was a time for action. She pulled
herself up as if she was trying to reach something
from the cabinet, knowing that Daddy would love
the way her bottom was highlighted against the
arch of her back. She smiled to herself almost
seeing the look of lust on his face. She knew he
wanted her, had known for almost a month now, but
because he was so stubborn, so thick-headed he
couldn't see that she was also feeling a lust for
him, one that she had battled for many, many
years. She had dreamed, fantasized, about him
coming to her one night, taking her to bed and
loving her like no one ever would.
Chelsea finished teasing her father and they sat
down to eat dinner, watching each other, thinking
of the night ahead of them. Chelsea of the things
she would do to him, Richard of the things that he
would do to himself once she went to bed.
Once dinner was over, Richard thought that they
would adjourn to their normal after dinner
retreats but Chelsea had other plans.
"Daddy, will u play a game with me? It has been so
long since we have talked or done anything
together, that I am worried u don't love me
anymore," Chelsea said, tears coming to her eyes
letting her father know that she was actually
scared about this.
Richard, not knowing that this was all a device to
lure him to her, pulled Chelsea into his arms,
holding her close for the first time in a long
time. She snuggled into his shoulder just like she
had when she was younger and she was afraid.
Sometimes he forgot that she was almost grown up.
She was 18 and this fall would be moving away to
college. The thought of not seeing her for months,
not being able to hear her laugh, feel the warmth
of her smile, made him squeeze her tight to him,
almost cutting off her air supply.
Finally even though she loved the feeling of being
in his arms, Chelsea croaked, "Daddy, you are
choking me. I can't breathe." She giggled as
Richard mumbled, "Sorry, baby, I got a little
carried away." Chelsea thought to herself, "Well
anytime you want to carry me away upstairs you
can." She smiled at that.
Chelsea felt her daddy pull her by her hand until
she and he were sitting on the couch, she leaning
into his arms. They talked for a while, always
polite, never saying what they each wanted to say.
Chelsea longed for him to take her back into his
arms, holding her tightly, and press her up
against his hard body.
Images entered Richard's mind, fleeting, never
standing still. Chelsea lying spread eagle on the
bed, hands between her thighs, pleasuring herself.
Himself, touching his cock, feeling it pulsate,
knowing that in minutes, seconds, hours, it was
going to be inside her. Another one of her on her
knees, sucking him into her mouth, lovingly
caressing his cock, as she watched him and his
reaction.
Just then Chelsea woke her father out of the state
of bliss that he was in. "Daddy, are u ok? You
look really red and you are breathing funny. You
aren't having a heart attack are you?"
Richard smiled to himself, thinking that if he
ever got her into bed he probably would have a
heart attack or die trying anyway.
Chelsea knew that soon she would lose her father's
attention so it was time to jump into action. She
leaned into kiss him, almost on the cheek but not
quite, he turned and the kiss ended up lip to lip.
She moaned because success had been achieved. She
was going to be his.
Richard started at the feeling of her lips. They
were so soft, silky, and oh so unknowledgeable
about kissing...he could tell this was her first.
Tonight was going to be a night of firsts.
The kiss continued as the passion rolled heavily
through the air. It was almost as if there was
electricity pushing them together. Chelsea moaned
as her father's tongue entered her mouth, much
like his cock would later enter her sweet virgin
pussy. Soon her mouth was not the only thing that
was in contact with him. She pushed and prodded
until she was straddling him, her thighs
surrounding him. She could feel his cock through
his sweat pants and the knowledge that she had
made him hard almost made her cum. Just the
thought of him, wanting her, needing her the same
way that she needed him was more than enough to
make her wet.
Pulling her mouth from his, she leaned back until
her hips came in full contact with the bulge in
his pants. She watched him as she rubbed him
between her thighs, her hips working as if she was
already riding him. The look of pleasure was
overwhelming. Not one to be left out, Richard
placed his hands on her breast through her dress.
He could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra and
the thought excited him. He knew now that she had
planned this the whole time.
He ran his fingers slowly over her nipples,
hearing her draw in her breath. He smiled and
thought oh I get to seduce you now, baby... you
are all mine. He grasped the bottom of her dress
watching her reaction knowing that at anything if
she wanted to stop he would. Seeing no hesitation,
he continue pulling over her hips, her small
waistline, seeing her breast come into view and
then finally over her head. Richard stared at her,
she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her breasts were
perfectly proportioned and the areolas a light
pink. Her nipples were rock hard and the size of a
dime. His mouth water and he could not contain
himself. Leaning in, he pulled her nipple into his
mouth. The other he took into his hand.
Chelsea groaned and arched her back allowing him
to pull more of her into his mouth. She tasted so
sweet, smelt like vanilla ice-cream and made him
dream of long days in bed. She made the cutest
little moans almost as if she were unable to talk
but suddenly she said just as if she were a dream,
"Daddy, please please fuck me. I have wanted you
inside me for so long."
Richard smiled but continued to lightly suck her
nipple, as his hand tortured her other one. His
free hand made a journey to the juncture of her
thighs. He discovered something he had not noticed
until then. She was panty-less. He pulled away
from her, grinning at her groan and looked down at
the sight of her pussy. Just skin stared at him.
She shaves her pussy, he thought to himself and
the thought sent him over the edge.
Pulling her head back, he ravaged her throat,
leaving marks for everyone to see. He grabbed her
waist and stood up, allowing her to wrap her legs
around his hips. She yelped almost afraid she had
angered him but one look at his face and she knew
that now she was going to get the fucking that she
had always wanted. He turned and then lowered her
to the couch where he had been sitting but this
time she lay. He watched her as he pulled his
pants down revealing a cock hard and purple from
its abuse. Coming to his senses for a few minutes
he took in the picture that she made as she
lounged legs spread and breasts red from his
sucking.
He followed her down on the couch and taking the
time to stop and think he asked, "Are you sure you
want to do this, baby? I don't want to hurt you,
and I want to make sure that this is what u want
to do."
Chelsea looked at her father with all the love
that over the years had become a different kind
than was the norm for daughters and daddies. He
saw the answer in her eyes, but decided to wait
until the words came from her. Chelsea pulled him
closer to her, until he was supporting himself
over her with his elbows and whispered, "Yes,
Daddy, please make love to me."
Not wasting anytime, Richard lowered himself until
he was aligned with her. He leaned in and kissed
her, trying to make sure that her mind was not on
the feeling of pain between her legs. His tongue
twined with hers as he quickly made her a woman.
Chelsea felt the pain but was too caught up in the
kiss that she was experiencing to care. The pain
disappeared and was replaced with a feeling of
being full. Never before had she felt that good.
It was better than the feelings her finger gave
her right before her orgasms. Her father broke the
kiss and leaned up on his elbows to look down at
her. She smiled showing him that she was really
enjoying herself. Just then he went deep inside
her, causing her to arch her back to allow him
better access. The look on her face was one of
extreme joy.
"Oh, Daddy, you feel so good inside me, I am going
to cum soon," Chelsea cried hearing herself
begging but not caring. The sound of Chelsea's
moaning and groaning, not to mention the feeling
of her tight, wet, virgin pussy wrapped around his
cock had Richard about ready to cum.
"Yes, baby, cum on daddy's cock. Let Daddy feel
you cum on his cock. When we are done baby, I am
going to suck my cum out of your tight pussy. Oh,
yeah baby!"
At his words of encouragement, Chelsea creamed
even more. The dirty talk was nothing like she had
ever experienced before and she came hard around
his cock. She screamed, "Yes, daddy, fuck me,
fuuuccckkk mmeeeee!"
Richard watched Chelsea's face as she came. It was
a breath-taking site. He felt the feeling of her
pussy clenching around his cock and he came,
shooting deep inside her, knowing that he
shouldn't have, but not caring at the time. As
Chelsea felt the hot feeling of her father's sperm
enter her cunt, she came again.
Slowly the two lovers came back to earth, cuddling
and cooing at the feel of the other's naked flesh
against theirs. Chelsea wondered if perhaps now
that everything was over, that the moment had
past, maybe her father would feel guilt, but one
look at his face and she knew...he loved her as
much as she loved him.
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