Many, many thanks CW & Sprite for all your help and positive criticism. I really appreciate your hard work and your time.
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The thought horrified her, she knew it was lewd and wrong in society’s eyes, but at the moment it was all that mattered. She found her father in his den reading a book before a crackling fire. She stood in the doorway and studied him. He had raised her by himself since her mother left them years ago. He had been mother, father and even her best friend for as long as she could remember. Now, tonight, was her time to thank him for being the best father in the world. Tonight, he would also become her first lover. No, not first, her ONLY lover. She had waited for this night for so many years.
Her trembling hand turned off the lights in the den leaving her father sitting in the glow of the firelight. Kicking off her shoes she walked on trembling legs towards him. He rose gracefully from the chair when he saw her move towards him. He knew that he had to let her make the first move. He had watched her grow from a beautiful, chubby child to this beautiful creature standing before him. He had lusted for her for years but he had waited, knowing she had to make the first move. It seemed his wait was finally over. Tonight, she would become his.
“Please,” she whispered in a voice that was barely heard.
“What?” He smiled his most charming smile and soothed a strand of hair from his daughter’s face.
“Touch me,” she begged.
“Where?” He was smiling.
She couldn’t say it. Even as badly as she wanted and needed his touch, she just couldn’t tell her father what she wanted. No, not wanted, but what she so desperately needed! She shook her head helplessly.
“Tell me what you want,” he said softly. “How can I help you if I don’t know what it is you want?”
“I want…” She swallowed hard. “I want…” But it was still impossible to utter the words to him.
Her breasts were tightly bound by the dress that she was wearing for her birthday. Her nipples showed clearly through the fabric as hard points. Her breasts were begging for his attention.
“Yes?” He smiled. “Tell me. Tell Daddy what you want.”
“I want you to touch my breasts,” she whispered so low that she wasn’t sure that he heard her. “Please, Daddy, please do it now.” She said a bit louder.
He didn’t smile anymore, his expression was almost grim. “How can I do that Sarah when you are dressed. Remove your dress please.”
She stared at him, unable to do what he asked. Unable to take the first solo step in realizing her fantasy.
“Come here, Sarah. I’ll help.” He held out his hands palms up towards her. Smiling, he waited for her.
She tentatively laid her trembling fingers in his warm palms. He tugged her closer to him. When she was almost in his arms he turned her so her back was facing him.
“Lean forward,” his said quietly. Sarah did as instructed and felt his hand tug the zipper down her back. The cool air on her exposed skin made her shiver.
“That’s right, Sarah. Shiver. Shiver for me. Just think, sweetheart, in a few minutes my hands will be on your breasts, just like you asked. I will have my fingers touching you at last. I will have you where I have wanted you for the past five years. You will be where you have wanted to be also.”
He slipped her dress to the floor. It pooled around her ankles leaving her standing there in nothing but a pair of white thong panties. The thong was in between her ass cheeks. Her heart shaped ass was perfect in every way. His fingertips lightly caressed one cheek, then the other. Her head rolled back and she moaned with anticipation. He caught his breath, filled with excitement.
“Sarah, turn around for me. Show Daddy what you have for him.”
Slowly, ever so slowly, she turned to face her father.
God, he marveled, she was perfect. From her beautiful face down to her small, perfect feet. His eyes took in every detail of her body. She was about 5’2” in height, 115 pounds of gorgeous flesh. Most people would say she was petite, but he thought she was remarkable. He knew the top of her head would be below his chin. Her mousy brown hair was long and full of body as it cascaded over her shoulders. Her breasts would fit into his large hands as if they had been created just for him. He could see the blue veins through her translucent flesh. And her nipples, God her nipples were so damn lovely. They were not large but they were hard little points just begging to be caressed and sucked. He felt his balls tighten at the image of his tongue tracing each nipple. Her hips were trim and her tummy was tight, not an ounce of extra fat on her body. His eyes moved to her pussy that was still covered in her panties. He could see the dark hair through the material of her panties. His imagination began to run wild at what was hidden from his feasting eyes. He groaned deep into his throat. His hands itched to grab her and fuck her now! He flexed his hands to relax them and took several cleansing breaths. For such a petite body she had some of the longest legs he had ever had the pleasure of studying. He could see the muscles in her thighs that all her sports activities had created throughout her teen years. She stood there, arms at her side while he studied her nearly nude body.
“Oh, Sarah.” He said in a hushed tone. “God, you are perfect. I have been dreaming of this since you turned thirteen. Now, tonight I can have you. Happy birthday, my dear Sarah. Happy eighteenth birthday, sweetheart.”
Sarah watched him, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. Her nipples were standing erect and hardening even more beneath his gaze. She followed his eyes as they swept down her body. She was proud of her trim figure but she wished her legs would stop trembling. She wanted this! She had often dreamed of giving her body completely to the only man she would ever love…her father. Now the time had finally arrived, she was nervous as hell.
“Lie down on your back on the rug,” he said. His hands pushed her shoulders. He sat down next to her and grabbed a bottle of wine he had been drinking earlier.
