Tracer Fire Ch. 01

This is one from the archives... I wrote these two chapters when I was first starting to write erotica. I've been looking through my notes while writing several other projects and found myself diverted rereading this story. I learned quite a bit from the development of these two characters, so I wanted to do them justice and share their love with the world. Strap in for more of my favorite kind of erotica - straight to the point, sweet and lovey father daughter sex. Sydney and Robert are all about it. I hope you enjoy.

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All of these fictional characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.

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Chapter 1 - Sydney

Light trickled in through the white lace curtains, gently rousing me from the embrace of blissful slumber. I smiled as I returned to wakefulness, feeling the solid warmth of the strong and large naked body spooning me from behind. I snuggled myself into that warmth, grinding my ass over his semi-swollen cock just enough to feel an erection slowly rise into the gap between my thighs. I reached down with my fingers to stroke my pussy and was unsurprised to feel wetness gathering there.

A powerful arm gently reached around my shoulders, brushing aside my long silver gold locks of hair and grasped one of my perky plump breasts in his palms, tweaking my nipple with a casual yet firm twist of his fingers, pulling the sensitive skin just so, in that special way that made me moan with arousal and building ecstasy. My plump tits were sore from the attention they had received last night, but I couldn't suppress my shivers of pleasure as he gently twisted the soft pink skin.

I turned my torso, opening myself to kiss him on the lips and felt my stomach flutter at the sight of his face. He was unforgivably handsome and I felt a flush fill me up starting at my mound and flashing out to the tips of my fingers. I could feel the wetness begin to gather and trickle out of my pussy and down my thigh. Fuck. I was always swept away by how unbelievably horny he made me. Simply being his was enough, but mornings like this, they always had a way of making me lose control.

My fingers found themselves moving down from my clitoris and wrapping around the head of his cock. I closed my eyes as I pushed the tip into my wetness with my fingers, angling my hips down to slip his girth deeper into my crotch. I kissed him passionately, my torso twisted around to enjoy the taste of myself on his lips, the feeling of his rock hard member at my entrance, pressed there by my desperate fingertips, the warmth of his rough skin all over my softness, his arms embracing me and fondling my breasts, cradling me with his strength.

Without a word, I flipped my torso back around and into his spooning body and lifted my leg daintily to tuck behind his. This had the combined effect of exposing the moist pink flesh of my pussy, perkily pushing my ass into his stomach and lining myself up perfectly for what was about to come. Equally wordless, my Father held me there effortlessly, his cock on the precipice of entering me.

"Morning Daddy."

"Morning Syd."

Still pulling on my nipples, and gently kissing my neck, he followed the push of my guiding fingers and thrusted his sizable girth inside me, filling me up in one massive stroke. Sparks of furious and unrefined pleasure cascaded down my spine, racing from the tips of my nipples to the depths of my vagina and back up to the crown of my head as he filled me with his heat. I gasped loudly, and we lay there like that for a long while, enjoying the sounds of the morning and the feeling of our joined bodies flush with passion, pulsing with lust to the harmony of our heartbeats, his fullness stretching, plunging into my furthest depths.

I could feel his pulse pumping at the core of my being, each throb sending shivers of joy through the length of my body. Nothing on this earth could have made me happier. Birds chirped while a gentle breeze rustled the curtains, causing the light streaming into our bedroom to dance. Slowly, I began a dance of my own, gyrating my hips lovingly and grinding myself all over my daddy's thick cock.

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My name is Sydney Tracer. I've spent the majority of my almost twenty-one years on this earth living with my two parents and twin siblings, happy and normal until tragedy struck on my eighteenth birthday when everyone in my family but me was in a serious car accident returning from a high school tournament. I was home having a slumber party while this happened, and I can still remember the horrible moment I got the news. My mom passed away that night and my dad has been slowly working on making a recovery both physically and mentally from the trauma that engulfed our family.

The twins had always been close, but after that night they disappeared together, moving somewhere far away and cutting off contact with me for what reason, I never knew. The accident, and everything that went with it had a profound effect on me as I was finishing up high school, and though I had some friends that were willing to stick with me throughout the dark days and nights, it was during this time that I really discovered who my true friends and allies were. It's pretty surprising how easily people can slip away when they'd rather avoid getting involved in trauma, and at the end of the day the only person who ever stuck by me through everything was my father, Robert Tracer.

I've always been close with my dad, but losing my mom and nursing him back to health, being there as a close confidant during the depths of his despair showed me that family was really the only thing that truly mattered in life. My dad had been an elite soldier and then a firefighter before striking it big in the stock market and had the sturdy tall frame of a first responder. He was big and broad-shouldered, with strong hands and a rugged but kind, dashing face that always made me feel safe and loved whenever he was around.

Everyone who knew my mom never failed to mention how similar we looked, and though it annoyed me I couldn't blame them. While I inherited a slightly more voluptuous frame from the women on my father's side, I shared my mother's piercing blue eyes, angular facial frame, strawberry blonde hair (I dye mine platinum currently) and powerful long legs. On several occasions, I had used her drivers license to purchase a six pack of beer from a grocery store, no questions asked. She had been a true beauty, and she taught me how to leverage and live with my looks as an advantage before she passed away. I missed her sharp wit and wry humor constantly, and I know my dad did too.

In any case, aside from the tragedy that struck us, I feel like we had always been a pretty well adjusted and normal family. It's undeniable, however, that the accident changed things between my father and I. After I graduated high school I found myself spending more time with him. We had chatted a few times about me going to university and finding a career, but as time passed I had got into the habit of taking care of the domestic tasks around the house, and I pride myself in the cleanliness of our household to this very day.

Dad always made sure to lavish praise and thank me for my hard work by taking me out shopping, or to the city for dinner and glitzy nights at the bars and clubs he and his stockbroker friends went to. As I was under 21 I was certain I wasn't allowed in, but my father's gravitas and the sheerness of my dresses meant no one ever questioned my presence. I remember wondering why he never mentioned the fact that I was his daughter, and the more we went out together the more it felt like I was his partner.

My dad also makes sure to show interest in the ways I liked to spend my time, going shopping with me, appreciating the art I make and the tv shows I liked to watch. In the beginning we browsed the internet on the couch together, sharing memes and pictures and talking about news stories like we always did. Now we do all that, but mostly while cuddling and sometimes while fucking. We love to show our affection for each other, holding hands while enjoying hikes and slapping each other's asses on bike rides through the countryside.

We like to tease each other and have fun, but in the end Daddy always treats me like a princess, making sure my every need or desire is met. In return I make sure he feels like the most important man in the world to me. The one major area of disagreement between us was his insistence that I should go to a university or college to complete my schooling. I had never been the most dedicated student, but I appreciated his concerns. He really only had my best interests in mind in the end, and college has been interesting enough so far.

There wasn't really a distinct moment when we realized we needed each other sexually. We had grown so close and open with each other that neither of us were surprised or troubled when we finally made love. Our mutual desire was far too obvious to deny or contradict. We had tempted each other, every step of the way, making it more clear how deeply we wanted each other. I suppose I have to take the majority of the blame for starting the ball rolling. I've always loved to give him kisses, but this behavior slipped further and further from innocence the more time we spent together. It wasn't long after our first proper kiss that I started to act like his girlfriend on our nights out.

I started to sleep in his bed and to long for the heat of his touch. From there, it wasn't long before we had our first long talks about what the hell we were actually doing. I had been reading lots of taboo erotica, and my dad had stumbled across his fair share of incest porn online so our inhibitions were thus further eroded as we shared our common incestuous interest with each other. There were some stories that mirrored our experience, and talking about how those stories made us feel brought us together, literally. Those first nights were magical. I might tell you more about them someday, but for now they are just between my Dad and I.

For just under a year now I've been his constant companion, and through this powerful new relationship I have found a deeper understanding of who I am. I was never brought up to be a prude about sex, but in my bones I know I was made to love my Father, perhaps even carry his children. Being so close to him has brought me more joy than I could ever have imagined, and though keeping our secret has been a challenge, I can't imagine sharing myself and my life with anyone else.

Our relationship extends far beyond the raw ecstatic passions of our sex, but I can't deny that there is nothing on this earth that makes me feel quite as good as the feeling of my Daddy's thick lusty cock thrusting between my legs, ravaging me, filling me with the heat of his cum. The two of us have quite the ravenous sexual appetite, and therefore lots of the time we spend together is usually spent with him deep inside me. This morning was a beautiful spring weekend morning at my Father's mountain property doing what we did best.

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"Yes! FUCK, yes oh god Daddy yes, I'm ready, fill me up, I'm going to cum again, cum with me please!"

As if on cue my father filled my insides with the heat of his orgasm. The bloom of heat sent my orgasm into overdrive, the feeling of his cum splashing my insides sending paroxysms of intense ecstasy through me with each thrusting spurt. I wasn't dancing anymore, instead lustily pushing my lower body into his, having long since worked up his passion until he was furiously fucking me doggy-style on the bed we shared. I had the covers scrunched between my fingers, holding on for dear life as he powerfucked me into a paradise of overwhelming orgasms that continued to cascade through me as his seed filled my pussy to the brim.

I felt our mixed cum drool out of my slit as he slowly pulled himself out of me. Even that slow final stroke sent shivers of pleasure flooding through me. I flopped over, practically immobile with the potency of my repeated orgasms. Dad was prone next to me, spread eagle and exhausted from the intensity of our lovemaking. I looked at us and had to giggle as tingling notes of pleasure rippled through me at the sight of my Father's handsomely muscled body.

"Man oh man."

He turned his head to look at me quizzically, a smile lighting his eyes.

"Who me?"

I laughed, and curled myself into his side.

"Yes you! You're so goddamn handsome. I just love cumming with you. So much."

"I know. Me too. You really do draw me into them unexpectedly sometimes! You're my one weakness it seems."

I smiled at him dreamily.

"Don't you dare forget it."

I gave my Father a wide smile as he playfully slapped my ass, kissed me on the head and left me there, naked and quivering on the bed as he made his way to the bathroom.

"Thanks for the wakeup babe, I've got time for a shower before I need to be on a call."

I smiled and closed my eyes, stretching myself out into the soft white bedding. Cum continued to pour out my pussy but I paid it no mind, and I almost fell back asleep before the water from my Dad's shower starting gently roused me back to consciousness. Almost like a cat, I got up in one long fluid stretch and joined him in the shower. I could feel his absence within me like an ache in my soul. He wasn't going to be on time for any meetings if I could help it.

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The incestuous nature of our relationship meant that we had to be extremely careful with our behavior, especially in our old hometown. I don't think anyone ever found out, or even imagined that I was fucking my Dad, much less acting like his girlfriend on glitzy nights in the financial district, but I can only imagine the shitstorm that would cause for my dad and I were we ever to have been found out. It wasn't long after we began to make love that my Dad decided we would move to another neighborhood. It was tough leaving my childhood home, but the adventure of moving into another home as my Father's partner was exponentially more exciting.

My Dad owns several properties as a result of his realty work, and I've introduced myself as his girlfriend or partner to every neighbor who's chosen to introduce themselves to us. We spend a majority of our time between my Dad's beachside condo and the mountain cottage depending on how busy work became for him or where I needed to be for my school schedule. I loved the beach, but the countryside meant that I got Daddy all to myself, so choosing between the two was difficult.

There were some times when my Father had to go away for business trips, and while these trips were infrequent and he often tried his best to make it possible for me to join him, sometimes circumstances would prevent me from being by his side. At times like these I tried to keep him supplied with countless pictures and videos of me dressed up and playing with myself in various skimpy outfits. For the most part however, I've been lucky enough to be by his side almost constantly.

My Dad got me a special credit card and a new car when we moved so I wouldn't ever have to want or worry while he was gone. We also often go shopping together and thanks to the capacious storage at our houses, I have a huge collection of clothes and costumes to wear around the house at my dad's leisure. In public I like to wear black, it's a striking color that contrasts well with my silver blonde hair and accentuates my lithe form.

For nights out with my father, I had a whole range of dresses and outfits in ever-increasing ranges of sheerness and cut. Some business occasions required me to play the role of eye candy, something at which I gladly excelled. Daddy loved it when I flaunted my beauty, and I almost always more than happy to oblige him. I love wearing skin-tight clothing, so I can usually be found wearing yoga pants and a low cut sports bra, but on days like today when I can have Daddy all to myself, I usually wear a thin lace nightdress or a crotchless bodysuit.

I am by no stretch of the imagination, conventionally drop-dead gorgeous. I know it, and my Mom taught me that there is no point being humble about it. I was the queen bee at my high school, captain of the volleyball team and cheer squad until my mother died. The only feature of mine I despise is my nose, mostly because it's small and round, but my Dad says that my nose is his favorite part of my face, so I've come to see it through his eyes. I have a killer set of eyebrows and my Dad's soul-piercing eyes.

I've always been quite fit, playing sports in high school and though the past few years have been difficult I've always maintained a routine of walking and running my dog multiple times a day, going to yoga, and lifting weights a few times a week. My Dad went to the gym every morning, so a few months ago I started joining him. Lifting weights was challenging, but my ass has never looked better. It was already quite firm and toned, but it's now eye-catchingly plump and strong. My best feature by far however, has to be my breasts. My boobies are entrancing even to me sometimes. They are full and perky, beautiful teardrops of flesh that I love to put on display. They can be a nuisance sometimes, getting in the way and irritating my back, but they are also my greatest asset, and my father's favorite playthings.

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Today was definitely a bodysuit day. I ambushed Daddy in the shower, getting on my knees and putting his massive limp cock into my mouth, caressing it back to life with deep, desperate strokes of my throat, appreciating the sweet taste of his cum dribbling out of his shaft. Lovingly, I worked his shaft, massaging his balls in just the way he liked. It didn't take much to get him back in business, but if I wanted to play all day I had to treat him just so. Right as I felt him approaching the swell of his orgasm I clamped my fingers around the base of his shaft and gave him a wink as I left him in the shower.

I didn't often blue ball my Dad, but on days where we could enjoy ourselves I liked to tease him to the maximum extent. I entered my cavernous walk-in closet, drying myself off and rifling through several rows of hanging racks of lingerie before picking a floral v-neck bodysuit. It was made of velvety wine red fabric with large technicolor roses clustering on the torso. There was a slit in the crotch that I could guide my Dad's cock into, but there was also a flap I could unbutton in case we wanted a little more freedom. I put it on, slipping the soft fabric over my fresh and naked body. The bodice of the suit cupped my breasts perfectly, presenting them as I stretched and admired myself in the mirror set into the wall. I couldn't blame my Dad for being tempted.

Breaking from my reverie, I gave my boobs a squeeze and I finished dressing up, adding a black lace choker and using a black ribbon to tie my silver hair into a ponytail, the ribbon really pulling the look together. My Dad was a sucker for ponytails, and it was often one of my favorite finishing touches to draw his eye. Sometimes he's told me he'd be overcome by lust and take me wherever I happened to be after noticing that I'd put my hair up into a ponytail. I loved being surprised by his ravishing attentions, it made me feel less bad for being so horny all the time myself...

I met my Daddy downstairs in the kitchen where I replaced him at the stove while he sat down to dial into a meeting on his laptop. He had a dress shirt on, but wasn't wearing any pants. I started to stir the potatoes on the stove while he returned to his laptop for more facetime with his partners. As I finished cracking eggs into the pan near the potatoes the meeting ended and another began, this one a phone call. Electricity vibrated through me, I could tell he had noticed my demeanor, and he was tense as well. He slowly got up, and I could see his erect member sticking up through the lapel of his dress shirt.

It was long enough to give any girl a good time, but was also extraordinarily thick, and the sight of it always drew my breath. I gave the eggs a poke and flipped some potatoes before steadying myself on the counter and raising one of my legs in a deft stroke, exposing the slit of my bodysuit and the wet flesh of my pussy. Almost casually, my Dad began to talk, in total work mode, pitching an idea to the meeting as he strode up behind me and plunged his desire deep inside me. It took all my will not to collapse then and there, or to moan as my body quivered with a quick shallow orgasm.

I tried to focus on not letting anything burn as he began to thrust, casually fucking me while I cooked, and while he continued his meeting. I struggled to contain my little moans of pleasure with each thrust. After a little while the food was done, so I threw some bread into the toaster and turned off the stove, focusing instead on the pure pleasure that was being given to me by my father. He was fucking me in long, gentle strokes while he talked, clearly enjoying the way in which I was being overwhelmed by my pleasure.

I had experienced multiple small orgasms already, but began to feel his oncoming orgasm building in my own tense pelvic muscles. His thrusts grew quicker and more frantic, and his sentences and replies were growing shorter and less detailed. It wasn't long before the meeting was over, and he was free to fuck me as hard as we both wanted. We came at the same time, the thick ropes of his cum splashing into me and sending twitches of joy up from the depths of my pussy into every limb of my body as I came with an almost vicious level of intensity.

The toast popped up, the fresh scent of warm bread joined with the rest of the smells wafting off our breakfast food and mixed with the sweet perfume of our sex. Weak from the combined intensity of my orgasm and the need to keep myself upright, I looked back at my Dad and whispered in a shaky but sultry voice, "breakfast is ready Dad!"

Daddy chuckled, the motion sending jolts of concentrated ecstasy through my thin body where we were connected as he laughed. I could feel cum continuing to stream out of his cock into me and I was still braced against the stove, eyes closed and body pulsing with the lambent throes of my ecstasy when he pulled himself out of me, his slick engorged cock dripping cum onto the floor. As he reached around me to serve the food I had helped prepare, I mustered my strength and turned to kiss him. I broke from the kiss to tell him how he had made me feel.

"God Daddy, you make me feel so amazing. You're like a cock wizard!"

He laughed, and told me how much he loved making me feel good as he set the plates of food down at the kitchen table.

"Cock Wizard? God you really can be silly sometimes Syd."

"What? Does Cock Magician fit better?"

His face twisted in a lighthearted grimace.

"Yeah, I'm not sure about that one either."

"Cock Warrior then!"

We both laughed as I cleaned myself up quickly, and then joined him at the table. We ate slowly, chatting about the goings on around town as his cum dripped out of me. After breakfast I went upstairs to clean myself up and change outfits. Daddy had work to do, so I put on a sheer grey sports bra, and tight grey sports pants that lifted and hugged my ass like a dream.

I left the black ribbon in my hair and the choker around my neck, and went outside calling for my pup, Nelson. Nelson is another gift from my Daddy, and one of my favorite creatures on earth. He's a huge white Kuvasz guard dog, with a big goofy face and a fluffy white tail. I leashed him up, and went out for a long walk in the countryside.

The surrounding land was sparsely inhabited, lush with trees and meadows that stretched as far as the eye could see. We were located in a valley, and on the other side of the moderately-sized mountains was a larger town that had plenty of malls and amenities to keep me busy. For the most part however, I enjoyed the quiet of the little valley. I passed a few neighbors walking their dogs and said hello. The community was fairly small around here so there were nothing but friendly faces. I received lusty stares from a few men, and even a few women as my walk brought me through the little village square that was the center of town.

I liked to stop at an outdoor juice bar and coffee shop to chat with some of the older ladies of the town. It was good to keep up with the scuttlebutt, and I was always pestered with flattering questions regarding the nature of my relationship with my Father, not that they knew who we were to each other. To them, I was an exciting marriage prospect to be sallied with quandaries about when to expect children. The usual crowd greeted me and I spent a half hour chatting and catching up with the goings on about town. It was a slow weekend apparently and after a while I turned back homewards.

My Dad met me at the gates to our property, greeting Nelson and letting him off his leash. He smacked my ass and kissed me furiously, groping my titties through the thin fabric of my sports bra.

"Man I missed you Syd, you took so long I was getting worried!"

I gave him a wink as I unleashed Nelson.

"I missed you too Daddy!"

The two of us walked flirting and playing with each other's privates, back to where my Dad had laid out a blanket with a picnic basket, bedecked with a bouquet of roses and a bottle of my favorite white wine. We sat and snacked on cheese while I recounted the gossip I had overheard while in town.

We laughed and chatted and enjoyed each other's company while Nelson frolicked in the yard. It wasn't long before we were kissing passionately, one of my hands clutching a glass of wine while the other began to undo the buttons on his pants. Daddy had his hands on my breasts and around my throat, fingers sliding between my skin and the choker. We continued like this for a while before I pulled away, something coming to my mind suddenly as if I had been struck by a bolt of lightning.

"Daddy?"

"Yes dear? Is everything ok?"

His expression was confused, unsure if I was alright. I realized I was frowning, and gave him a radiant smile. I gave his cock a playful squeeze, circling my thumb over the head gently as I pondered what I wanted to ask him. I quickly decided there was no simpler way to ask.

"Daddy? Do you want to have kids someday?"

The question seemed to stun him, as if he hadn't expected it, but he quickly smiled, and gave me a passionate kiss.

"I want to wait to get married... and ideally I'd like you to finish school, but I would love to Syd. In fact, nothing would make me happier than having a child with you."

His words washed over me like warm waves of relief. My womb ached with desire. I locked eyes with my Father. A small part of me wondered that I hadn't ever seriously considered marrying him. It had seemed like an impossible dream.

"I want to have your babies Robert. I want to be your wife."

Using his name felt strange, but oddly powerful. I desperately needed his cock inside me at that moment. The two of us stared at each other, dazed by this revelation while the gorgeous weekend day sparkled around us in the garden. Birds twittered, and Nelson was chasing squirrels behind the house, and a gentle breeze tousled my hair. Slowly, I broke eye contact with the man of my dreams, and lowered my head to wrap my lips around his cock.

The wetness of my pussy was already soaking through the thin fabric of my spandex pants. I fell into the rhythm of cock sucking easily, knowing exactly how to treat my Daddy's engorged penis. I could tell from the hardness of it and the strained expression on his face that his cock was already primed to burst, so I gave it one final deep throaty suck before stripping off my leggings to expose the juicy flesh of my ass and pussy.

I let my Dad pull his clothes off while I laid myself prostrate before him, ass in the air, pussy glistening and ready to be fucked. I had my eyes closed and smiled when I felt the warmth of his thighs come near my ass. He laid his cock on my ass, and told me how much he loved me.

"Let's practice for when you're gonna put a baby in me Daddy." I told him in response.

Laughing, he plunged himself into me, exploring the tight confines of my aroused vagina with the hot stiffness of his love rod. Reaching down, he grabbed one of my tits and started to fuck me in long smooth strokes, letting me feel every inch of his pulsing cock. The smell of his cologne sent shivers through me as it reminded me of the first time he had ever touched my pussy, or filled me with his cum. My pussy squeezed with a fierce contraction of orgasms and I moaned uncontrollably as he fucked me relentlessly.

After a little while, he decided to take a break, so we switched positions, my Dad laying down on the picnic blanket and watching as I lowered my firm ass down onto his bulging erection. I began to bounce on his cock, building up a sweat as I fucked my Daddy while he refilled our wine glasses. I paused to clink glasses with him, leaning in to kiss him tenderly while our groins ground together instinctively. I downed my glass and leaned in so he could caress my tits and tweak my nipples while I began to gyrate, grinding my pussy into his cock while he bumped me up and down with thrusts of his thighs. Each upward thrust built tension in the muscles of my pussy and it wasn't long before I was convulsing with powerful orgasmic twitches once again.

The two of us were starting to get a little tired, so we laid down next to each other, intertwining our legs so his cock could slide up into me. He embraced me in his strong arms, holding me close and kissing me as he thrusted deep into my love hole with gentle caresses of his swollen member. We whispered sweet nothings to each other as we ravished each other, and I could feel a final, massive orgasm begin to build as my Daddy's thrusts grew shorter and more intense. Quicker and quicker we fucked each other, grabbing hold wherever we could and giving that part of each other all of our love in every way imaginable. My mind was spinning, unable to comprehend how the feeling of him inside me could make me feel so amazing.

I could feel his balls and cock swelling with the intensity of his building tension, and he began to buck into me, powerful thrusts hiking my orgasm into higher and higher gear. His libido and endurance never ceased to amaze me. I had milked his cock three times already since we'd woken up this morning and he still seemed to be bursting to fill me with more and more of his hot sticky love cream. My pussy contracted and vibrated with each twitchy thrust as the throbs of my pulsating orgasm dragged him to cum along with me.

I could feel the pulses of my pussy massage his cock into an explosion of pleasure and sticky warmth. His ejaculation burst and I smiled as his thrusts grew slower but deeper, moaning with yet another wave of eye rolling pleasure as I felt ropes of cum splash the walls of my pussy as he continued to pound into me, kissing my lips hungrily as he thrusted his love as deep into me as possible. Thinking was a challenge, the only worthwhile reality being the one where my Daddy filled me with utter ecstasy, each grinding thrust of Daddy's cock pumping me with the electric joy that only came from feeling his hot cum pour into me.

We lay there entwined until Nelson came snooping at the crumbs of our picnic, at which point we were ready to tidy and wash up. My Daddy poured us the rest of the wine bottle which we drank as we packed up, and we made our way inside slowly, limbs woozy with the potency of our orgasms.

As we entered the threshold of the house, I playfully bumped hips with him, giving him a furtive look. Sometimes my life felt like something out of a dream. He looked back at me quizzically but was too weak-kneed from our fucking to recognize my sass.

The rest of the day flew by and it wasn't long before we had to get ready to pack for the coast. It's not too far of a drive, and there wasn't much to pack, mostly just electronics and a few outfits I was planning on wearing to the beach and in between the sheets. The weekend was almost over though and the work week was about to begin, which meant I'd have little to occupy me while Daddy was at work. However, I could look forward to being able to catch up with my best friends in the whole world, Caitlyn and Annabelle, and tell them about the exciting news.

Annie and Catie were twins, and had always been my closest friends from early childhood. They had taught me about the wonders of lovemaking and had introduced me, through their own relationship, to the idea that I could be with my Daddy. The two of them were the only other people I had ever told about my relationship with my Dad. We had grown up together, and I considered them to be my sisters in all but name. My Daddy was quite fond of the twins, and on some occasions when they spent the night had even allowed them to watch us as we made love. Annie and Catie lived as a couple in a condo down the street, and so we often got together to enjoy each other's company.

After loading everything into Daddy's SUV, we made our way down to the coast and back to the condo we owned there. The drive isn't long, and we stopped for a quick bite at a local restaurant before finally making it to the condo, right at the foot of a massive beach that stretches alongside the city. As Daddy was unloading the car, I brought Nelson upstairs and then rushed to our bedroom to get ready for the evening. I slipped out of my leggings and freshened myself up with a quick shower, and then toweled myself off.

I admired my profile in the mirror, and imagined myself standing there with a baby bump on my belly. I smiled and turned away heading to the walk-in closet where another range of clothes awaited my appraisal. I pondered my choices for a little while, prancing around the closet totally nude. It felt good to be naked, so I decided to put on as little as possible, and see what Daddy would do when he saw me.

Browsing through my options, I picked out and put on a shining silver body chain, an intricate brassiere of dangling gem pendants and thin silver chains that were meant to drape over the front of my torso. The tiny links of precious metal barely obscured my bare skin at all. The links hugged the curvy tight contours of my upper body and draped over my luscious breasts, tinkling and trickling down to expose the taut skin of my tummy in an artful arch of gleaming jewels. I pulled two delicate silver chains with clamps on the end of each link out from the risqué piece and gasped with pleasure as I clamped them around my plump nipples. It had been a present for my last birthday, and I paired it with a barely-there loose harness of silver gold chain that would serve as panties.

The chain clasped around my waist, a single glittering line of gold running down my pubic mound, over the wet opening of my pussy, and back up through the plump crack of my ass. I tied my hair back into an elaborate topknot and secured it with a silver hair pin that had once belonged to my mother, and slipped twisted silver anklets over my feet, the anklets connecting to small toe rings that slipped around my middle toe. I went to the bathroom to finish up my makeup, and felt myself grow hornier as I appreciated each detail of my delicate, skimpy outfit. I looked and felt like a Queen of ancient times, worthy of worship in carnal devotion. All I needed was my King.

I made my way out into the cozy bedroom of our beach condo. It was spacious and well appointed with a number of lovely pieces of furniture. There were armchairs and a slim sofa arranged near beachside windows that lead out to a balcony, but I only had eyes for the far half of the room where a great translucent film of curtains surrounded a massive expanse of midnight blue silk bed, a grand altar for our incestuous lovemaking. I dimmed the lights and made my way onto the bed, splaying myself out and straddling the center, my legs parted. I played with myself, teasing my clit with lustful playfulness as I waited for my Dad to come up to the room. I brought myself to a small anticipatory orgasm, writhing on the bed and clenching my eyes shut. When I opened them, he was there.

He was naked, the gorgeous hairy expanse of his broad chest was pressed into the bed as he straddled my hips, his face inches from the quivering flesh of my pussy. The flesh of my vagina was glistening with the juices of my cum, the golden chain glittering amidst the wetness. I looked at him expectantly and twisted with pleasure as he lowered his mouth onto my mound. His tongue was deft and persistent, sweeping me with long probing strokes that teased my clit perfectly. His hands gripped my hips as he ate me, holding me down as my lower body bucked in his face. He had always loved worshiping my pussy this way, showing me countless new ways to orgasm.

I massaged the swell of my breasts through the glittering body chain, the cold metal feeling good against my burning skin. I was shaking with small orgasms with each flick of his tongue, but I wanted more so I begged my Daddy to use his fingers. After exploring my asshole with his tongue, Daddy returned to loving my clitoris, obliging me by sliding two of his thick fingers deep into my sopping pussy. I shuddered with each rasping caress of his fingers over the sensitive internal flesh of my cunt, the tips of his fingers casually tickling my g-spot. These tickles elicited moany giggles of pleasure that quickly rose into a powerful climax, the muscles of my pussy clenching around his fingers as they relentlessly continued to stimulate me.

Darkness fell as we began to fuck, the sunset gleaming red through the gauzy curtains as my Father placed the yearning hardness of his cock on the welcoming, lustful flesh of my pussy and guided the girthy length into the warmth of my desirous depths. The pulsing heat and iron hardness of his love parted the glistening folds of my vagina, making my mind go hazy and filling me up with the fullness of his lust. I writhed with pleasure, stretching my limbs out over the soft silky velvet of the bed.

He twisted a nipple through the links of glittering chain, and admired my perfect body stretched out before him from afar as he leaned his torso back. He stretched his abs as the root of his cock began to thrust, penetrating and plunging deep inside me, the quivering walls of my pussy convulsing as his shaft passed along it, aftershocks of my previous orgasms pushing me to new heights of coital bliss. He was like a work of art when he fucked me, and where his body ended, mine continued, my lithe tawny legs splayed out, loosely clinging to him in total submission and my thick breasts swaying with each thrust like great gift wrapped teardrops.

I had to admit that the two of us joined together like this, cock and pussy in sacred union had to be the most erotic things on the planet. I loved my Daddy, and he loved me, better than anyone ever could. I was in my happy place, and I came as he whispered his love in my ear, reflexively bucking against the powerful thrusts of his hips between my legs. The ease with which he brought me to orgasm never ceased to take my breath away. His cock and body are like magic, but his knowledge in the ways of fucking are deep.

We twisted together in a myriad of ways, sliding and thrusting, grinding against each other in every imaginable combination as I continued to quake with pleasure from the consistent pounding of his cock. After a while we switched positions in order to give Daddy a rest, not allowing his shaft to leave my pussy as we flipped over. I began to dance on his dick, swaying my bejeweled breasts before his eyes as I bounced my hips onto his, the lips of my cunt devouring every inch of my Daddy's hungry cock. Our sex organs might as well have been one, I couldn't have told you in that moment where my lewd grinding stopped and his insistent thrusting began.

When I slowed down, he sped up and vice versa, the rhythm of our lovemaking rising and falling as I straddled his cock. I clenched the muscles of my pussy sending the waves of pleasure rippling from my groin into overdrive as I gripped his member with the twitching, glistening overexcited flesh of my cunt. I could tell he was enjoying the show because he was beginning to bite his lip. That was his tell. I leant down, pressing the lean curve of my tummy into the hard flatness of his, my thick breasts squishing into his hard chest and began to French kiss him, bucking my hips rhythmically as I attacked his tongue with mine.

I could tell I had surprised him slightly, because he lost control, grabbing onto my hips and fucking me hard as I ravaged his mouth and cock simultaneously. The jackhammer of his throbbing cock was like fireworks inside my womb, each thrust making me squeal with pleasure as I came and came, the spasms of my pussy massaging his thrusting cock, not wanting to let a single drop of semen go to waste. I locked eyes with him, ripping my lips away from his and panting desperately. I had something I needed to tell him, from the depth of my heart and womb.

"Daddy?"

He was admiring the sight of our bodies joining, watching as he thrust his cock in and out of me expertly, but looked up with a blissful smile on his ruggedly handsome face at the sound of my voice. He ran his hands up from my hips to my breasts and continued to fuck me with rapid long strokes of his engorged cock as he squeezed my tits.

"Yes baby?"

I looked down at him, our hips grinding into each other with a passionate desperation as I felt his orgasm build. I could practically feel his balls raising up to the base of his engorged cock, preparing to unload into the yearning caress of my womb. He looked at me quizzically, attaining against the ejaculatory pull of my lustful grinding.

"I want your cum Daddy. I want to have your kids, Dad. Please. I want to be yours foreve-"

He cut me off with a kiss, and thrust deep between my hips with a powerful ejaculation, the spurting jets of his cum setting off a chain reaction of deep climaxes in my lower body that started in the depths of my uterus where his semen splashed my flesh and spread to every fiber and nerve of my being. I thrashed my hips into his, milking his cock for every last drop of cum before collapsing into his embrace. I was exhausted, but happier than I've been in a long time. Semen was bursting out of me from the place where his cock still penetrated me, pumping spurts of cum still pouring out of his shaft into my already overflowing pussy.

We lay like that for what seemed like hours, but probably only amounted to a few minutes. My Dad's cock still hadn't softened or left me, and I squealed with delight as his iron hard member began to stroke the sensitive cumsoaked flesh of my pussy once again. The sensation that I was made by and for my Father again struck me like a bolt of lightning, filling me with the powerful desire it always did.

Everything was just how I wanted it. Life was perfect.