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Delilah Cole
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Delilah Cole likes to write naughty, smutty short stories. When she's not writing, she's reading books in the same genre. Delilah is a crazy animal lover, and although she finds it difficult to remember the names of people five seconds after she's met them, Delilah can tell you the name of someone's dog she met thirty years ago.
*This story contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature audiences. All intimate encounters depicted within are shared between adults. Please enjoy responsibly!
In the quiet corner of a bustling city, there lived a man named Richard. He was a man of average build, with a meticulously groomed beard that framed his weathered face. His eyes, though tired from years of hard work, held a certain warmth that made him seem approachable to those who knew him. Richard was a man of simple tastes, often found in his garage tinkering with his '67 Mustang. His hands, rough and calloused, danced over the engine with a gentle confidence that spoke volumes about his love for the machine.
But there was another side to Richard that was anything but simple. It was a side that burned with a forbidden desire that he had never dared to share with anyone. A desire that had grown stronger over the years, as he watched his daughter, Emily, blossom from a curious child into a woman of exquisite beauty. She had inherited her mother's fiery red hair and her grandmother's piercing green eyes. Her laugh was infectious, her smile could melt the coldest of hearts, and her body had developed into a masterpiece that no artist could ever hope to replicate.
Emily had just turned 19, and she had always been a daddy's girl. After her mother's untimely death, she had clung to Richard with a ferocity that was both heartwarming and slightly troubling. But Richard had never acted on his feelings. He had buried them deep, telling himself that they were nothing more than the product of a lonely man's imagination. That was, until one fateful evening when the lines between love and lust became blurred beyond recognition.
It was a hot summer's night, and Richard had just come home from a particularly taxing shift at the hospital. Emily, dressed in nothing but a flimsy tank top and a pair of shorts that barely covered her curvy hips, was sitting at the kitchen table, her legs crossed as she studied for her exams. As Richard walked in, sweat trickling down his forehead, the sight of her washed over him like a tidal wave. He couldn't help but stare at her, his eyes lingering on the way her breasts bounced slightly with every breath she took.
"Hey, Daddy," she said, not looking up from her books. "How was work?"
Her voice was like a siren's call, and Richard felt his resolve crumbling. "It was fine, sweetheart," he managed to reply, his throat suddenly dry. He took a deep breath, willing the image of her naked body, writhing in pleasure, out of his head. But it was no use; the thought had taken root, and it grew more vivid with every passing second.
Emily looked up, noticing the hunger in her father's eyes for the first time. She felt a strange warmth spread through her body, a sensation that was both foreign and intoxicating. Without a word, she rose from her chair and walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively. "You look tired," she said, her voice dripping with a newfound allure. "Let me help you relax."
Her hand found his, and she led him to the living room, the same room where they had shared countless moments of innocence. But now, the air was thick with a tension that neither of them could ignore. Emily sat him down on the couch and knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his. She gently unbuttoned his shirt, her soft, tender touch sending shivers down his spine. As she revealed his chest, she couldn't help but admire the strength that lay beneath his clothes, a strength that she had always found comforting.
Her fingers danced over his skin, tracing the lines of his abs as she worked her way down. She could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his pants, and she knew that she had him exactly where she wanted him. With a wicked smile playing on her lips, she unzipped him and pulled out his throbbing cock. It was the first time she had ever seen it, and she couldn't help but marvel at its size. She leaned in, her hot breath teasing the tip, before taking him into her mouth.
Richard groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as she began to suck him off. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she took him deeper and deeper. He had never felt anything so taboo, so wrong, yet so incredibly right. He knew he should stop her, tell her this isn't what fathers and daughters do, but the pleasure was too intense to resist.
Emily looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with excitement, as she slurped and licked him like a lollipop. She had always known that her daddy had desires for her, but she had never thought she would be the one to act on them. But now that she had, she felt powerful, in control. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the way his hands trembled as he gripped the couch cushions. It made her wet just thinking about how much he wanted her.
Richard couldn't believe this was happening. His little girl had turned into a woman right before his eyes, and she was sucking his cock like a pro. He had to admit, she had learned some tricks that her mother never knew. His hands found their way to her hair, gently pushing her down, encouraging her to take more of him in her mouth. The feeling was indescribable, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Emily, baby, I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice strained with pleasure. She only sucked harder, her eyes locked on his, daring him to let go. With a final, guttural groan, he did, filling her mouth with his hot seed. She swallowed it all, never breaking eye contact.
The room was silent except for their heavy breathing. Richard felt a mix of emotions—guilt, lust, love—but most of all, a sense of euphoria that washed over him like a tidal wave. He had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and yet he didn't regret a single second of it.
satisfied smile on her face. "You liked that, didn't you, Daddy?" she asked, her voice a purr.
Richard nodded, unable to find the words to respond. He had always been her protector, her confidant, but now she had taken the reins and become something more—his lover.
"I know you've wanted this for a long time," Emily said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And I want it too." She straddled his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her shorts were soaked, and he could feel the heat of her pussy through the fabric.
With trembling hands, Richard reached up to cup her breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms. Her nipples hardened at his touch, and she gasped as he rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue pushing past her lips to explore the warm cavern of her mouth. The taste of himself still lingered on her tongue, and he found it strangely erotic.
Their kiss grew more passionate, more desperate, as they both succumbed to the carnality of the moment. Emily ground her hips against him, feeling his cock grow hard once more. She reached down to stroke it, her hand moving up and down with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made him groan into her mouth.
Breaking the kiss, she whispered, "Take off my shorts, Daddy." Richard's hands obeyed, his trembling fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. Finally, he peeled them off her, revealing the matching red thong that left nothing to the imagination. Emily smirked as she felt his eyes on her, and she leaned back, giving him an unobstructed view.
"You like what you see?" she teased, her hands tracing the edge of the fabric.
"Fuck yes," Richard breathed, his eyes devouring the sight of her. He slid the thong aside, revealing her glistening pussy. She was already so wet for him, and the sight made his cock throb with anticipation.
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