Merry Xmas Daddy

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Charlotee Smith
18 years old
green eyes
red hair
5 ft 10 inches
long tan legs
36d-32-34
IC:

Charlotte took a deep breath as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her long red hair cascaded halfway down her back, helping the make the green lace bustier, silk panties, garters and stockings stand out.

She ran a hand down her body, over her large firm breast and stomach. "I can't belive I'm doing this." She muttered as she turned from the mirror and opened her bedroom door.

It was only her and her father that took up residence in the huge victorian. She padded down the hall of the quiet house and enter the master bedroom, staring at the bed for awhile.

After a minute she climbed ontop of the bed and laid herself out across it in an inviting pose. "I can't believe I'm doing this." She muttered to herself again. The week before she had asked her father what he wanted for his christmas , she wasn't prepared for his answer...her.

She loved her father though and wanted to give him exactly what he wanted.
 
Daddy

OCC
6 foot 1 inch
150 lbs
Short dark hair with blue eye

IC:

The week before chorist mas his little girl had asked him what it was that he had wanted for christmas. He had thought about the different things that he might want. The one thing that he wanted the most was to make love to his little girls mother. But that would never happen again she had left them both many years ago. His daughter looked so much like her mother.

He replyed to her question in the only why he thought he could, "I want to fuck your mother again. But she is not around and it will never happen."

"How do you know?"

"There is no one like your mother." then he looked at his little girl nd saw his ex-wife in her. He mustered up the neaver to say it, "I want to fuck you for christmas"
 
Charlotte

Charlotte waited on his bed, chewing her bottom lip, constantly debating whether or not to actually go through with this.
 
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Daddy

Work week was finally over and the holiday break about to begin. My flight got in a little later than I had hoped but I was glad to be home now. I knew my daughter was home as her car was in the driveway but there were no lights on.

I saw no sign of her downstairs at all. On my way to my room I walked past Charolette's and saw that it was empty. "Where could she be?" I walk into my bedroom and drop my bag on the floor and begin to take my shirt off. I am then shocked to see someone on my bed.

At first glance I would have sworn it was my wife but, that cannot be. At second glance I realized it was my daughter in green lace and stockings. Daughter or not she was a woman and I hadn't been with a woman since her mother. A brief moment of morality was becoming quickly overridden by the swelling in my pants.

As she raised a knee and turned slightly toward me I could only stand there and stare at her.
 
Charlotte

Charlotte slowly opened her eyes, having fallen asleep waiting for her father, and turned.

She stretched her young and supple body on the bed, and spied her father. She smiled slowly, "Merry xmas daddy."
 
Daddy

I saw as her eyes opened. "Merry Christmas Daddy" she said. It was all a little hazy as I was scanning her body from top to bottom. It was incredible how much she looked like her mother, and yet was different, maybe even more beautiful.

All I could muster was "Hi baby" I gazed down her body with mouth agape. Over her plump tits that almost fell out of the lacy outfit. I continued over her flat stomach past the panties to the tiny amount of thigh that was visible above the stockings. Oh, the stockings.....Did she somehow know how much I get turned on by stockings? The way they form around a womans legs and feet. The way they feel against my skin. Her mother used to wear nice stockings for me on special occasions.

I shuddered with arousal and then realized I was almost drooling over my own daughter. Was this something I really wanted to do? I could feel my cock pressing agains my slacks and was sure it was what he wanted to do. I finish removing my shirt and walk toward the bed, not even really knowing my next move, just that I need to be closer to her.
 
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