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A Love of a Lifetime
by Kitten20057 ©
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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