Thursday, 30 June 2016

DADDY'S SPECIAL VALENTINE

When I was 14, my mother died in a bad car accident. 
After that is was just my father and I. He also 
provided for me and made sure I had nothing but the 
best. Sometimes I think he spoiled me to make up for 
the loss of my mom, and I certainly didn't say no. But 
he loved me as I loved him.

Although my father dated occasionally when after my mom 
died, there was never another woman in his life. He was 
a shy, quiet man and a sweet and gentle soul. I was 19 
and attending the local college and needed my privacy. 
But he was also a man. 

As much as we respected each other's space, there were 
times that my dad and I happened to see each other in 
various stages of undress. On one occasion, I was 
looking for a pair of jeans in the laundry room wearing 
only my t-shirt and panties. For whatever reason, I 
caught him staring at my ass in a way I'd never see 
before. It was a look of lust, desire and need. And it 
aroused me so.

After that, I made sure to let him catch me more and 
more in various lingerie items, bra and panties, little 
babydolls or teddies, and even an occasional thong. The 
response was always the same - that lustful look in his 
eyes. At night as I lay in bed, I would masturbate 
thinking about my dad being arouse by me and taking me. 
It was then that I had the idea to seduce him. The 
question was how?

I decided to make Valentine's Day a special day for my 
dad. He and I always spent Valentine's Day together so 
he wouldn't suspect anything out of the ordinary. He 
always bought me flowers and I always bought him candy 
which we would both eat while watching TV. This year, 
however, would be different.

I sent him an invitation to a "special Valentine's 
Dinner" in the mail, requiring he dress-up and be ready 
to be picked up at 7 PM. I then went to the mall to 
purchase a new outfit for the special night. And, of 
course, I made reservations for four-star restaurant. 
The final touch was the limousine to take us to the 
restaurant.

I got dressed at a friend's house and put on my new 
dress. It was a long, sleeveless and backless red dress 
with the spaghetti straps and a long side-slit up to my 
thigh. Beneath it I wore tan lace-top, thigh-high 
stockings and a simple red, satin thong. I went 
braless, which was fine with my 34b breasts. 

I also wore a pair of black, strappy 5" sandals and a 
simple necklace with a ruby heart my dad bought me for 
my birthday one year. I had my dark auburn hair-up and 
my makeup accented my green eyes and full lips. I knew 
I looked good from the look on the limo driver's face. 
I just hope daddy agreed.

When we pulled up to the house, my father came outside 
to the car. He looked beautiful. He keeps in excellent 
shape and his 6'2" frame looked stunning in his 
tailored suit. When he entered the car and saw me, he 
was stunned. I kissed him on the cheek and wished him a 
happy Valentine's Day. 

We rode in silence until I snuggled next to daddy.

"What's the occasion, Ali?"

"I just want to treat you special for a change. You've 
always spoiled me so tonight I am going to spoil you."

My dad smiled and kissed me on my forehead. "You're a 
princess. You deserve to be spoiled."

"So do you dad." I savored his kiss as rode in silence 
with his arm around me. We arrived at the restaurant 
and exited the limo, making sure daddy got a good look 
at my nylon clad leg as I did so.

Over dinner we made small talk about school, his job, 
friends, and family gossip,. Finally, he asked "so why 
doesn't a beautiful girl like you have a date tonight?"

I blushed. "Daddy, we've spent every Valentine's Day 
together since I can remember. And besides, there's no 
one out there who can compete with my favorite man."

He laughed. "I'm flattered but I'm sure there are many 
younger and more interesting men out there than your 
old fart of a father."

I smiled. "Younger maybe, but not more interesting." I 
hesitated. "Or sexy." I felt my face flush when I said 
that, as did my father's.

"Alissa Deanna!" my father said in mock anger. I was 
taken aback and I think he picked up on my nervousness. 
"Seriously, what is with you tonight?"

"I love you Daddy. You've always taken care of me and 
spoiled me and made sure I had everything I could ever 
want. And I really appreciate that and want to make you 
feel special." With that I rested my hand on my 
father's leg and smiled at with my sweetest smile. 
"You're my daddy and I love you."

For the longest time our eyes locked as my hand rested 
on his leg. 

"Ali...I..."

"Shhh Daddy, just let me do this... just let me be you 
valentine tonight, OK?" With that my hand softly 
caressed the bulge in his suit trousers. He nearly 
jumped out of his seat. "I'll be right back daddy." I 
smile, stood and left to go to the ladies room. 

My father, the perfect gentleman that he is, stood as 
well. I quickly glanced at his obvious bulge, looked in 
his eyes, smile and turned to leave. As I walked I put 
a little extra movement in my hips, feeling my fathers 
eyes burning into my ass. 

When I returned to our table, my father again stood and 
helped me with my chair. He seemed to have calmed down 
some. We ordered the dessert special of strawberries, 
chocolate sauce and whipped cream for two. My father 
ate quietly, unsure of what to say or do. As for me, I 
regained his attention by eating the strawberries as 
suggestively as possible. He had that look again and I 
knew he was mine.

Eventually, dinner was over and, after daddy paid, our 
limo picked us to return home. I again used this as an 
opportunity to show daddy my legs. 

As we rode in the car, I again snuggled against my 
father. He instinctively put his arm around me as he 
has done since I was little. 

"Where is this going Ali?"

"Home."

"You know what I mean, young lady!"

I turned my face towards his and told him, "I told you 
Daddy, tonight I'm your Valentine." And with that I 
kissed him. It was a soft, sweet, gentle kiss, but not 
the kind a girl usually gives her father. It was the 
kind a woman gives a man with whom she is in love. And 
it was a followed by a second and third kiss, each 
returned. We looked in each other's eyes and began to 
kiss with the passion of lovers, our hands exploring 
each other. 

Eventually my hand found dad's hard cock. As we kissed 
I stroked it through his suit pants. His hands explored 
my breasts, my shoulder straps falling enough to expose 
my nipples to his mouth. His lips and tongue sent 
shivers through my body. As he devoured my tits, I 
unzipped his pants, removing a beautiful, full hard 
cock. My hand stroked it gently as our lips and tongues 
danced. 

I pushed daddy upright and leaned over him in our 
spacious limo. I licked the tip of his cock with my 
tongue, swirling around the purple head, as my fingers 
softly stroked the shaft. I then explored the shaft 
with my lips, licking it like the ice cream pops daddy 
bought me when I was little. Then, I looked up into his 
eyes, and lowered my lips around his full cock, sliding 
him lovingly into my mouth. He gasped. 

As I gave my daddy the best blowjob I could, I felt his 
hand sliding under the hem of me dress, finding my 
already soaked panties. As he caressed my ass, his 
finger slowly worked their way under the thong and into 
my wet pussy. God it felt so good!!! 

As I sucked my father he finger-fucked me slowly and 
lovingly. It wasn't long before I felt the trembling 
inside that gave way to a mind shattering orgasm. I 
moaned loud enough to let the limo driver know we 
weren't just cuddling. 

After a few moments, I resumed sucking my daddy's hard 
cock. He played with my hair and started telling me 
what a sexy little slut I was for sucking my daddy's 
cock. The more he talked the more wanton my blowjob 
got. I was daddy's little Valentine slut and loving it. 

Then, I felt him tens and knew he was about to cum. 
With that I began to swallow loads and loads of daddy's 
hot sticky cum as it shot to the back of my throat like 
jet streams. I slurped and gulped down all of daddy's 
cum and then put his cock back in his pants.

When I sat up, I realized we were sitting in front of 
our house and probably had been for awhile. I looked up 
and saw the limo driver looking back in the mirror.

"Sir, I believe you're home now."

"Yes, of course" my father said somewhat out of breath.

With that the driver came and opened the door for my 
dad to exit. He then began to close the door. 

"I'm getting out too once we settle up" I told the 
driver.

"Oh, I thought you were going elsewhere. Most of the 
girls usually do."

"The girls?"

"Escorts, ma'am."

I laughed. "I'm not an escort," I smirked. "That's my 
daddy!" And with that I exited the car, took my daddy's 
arm and kissed him deeply. I then looked back the 
driver, smiled, and walked to the house arm-in-arm with 
my father, with that extra wiggle in my hips that let 
both my father and the driver know that the night had 
just begun. 

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