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“Take that off……..” I help you slip it from your shoulders and down to your waist exposing your soft full breasts to me.  “I’m going to show you how you deserve to be touched when you are a good girl for me.” My rough hands gliding over your skins, caressing, cupping, squeezing as you grow damp between your legs.  “This is much better than a spanking yes?” I smirk as you whimper and nod.  I can see your hips wiggling and your legs tightening.  “My simple touch makes your body ache for more yes?”  You blush and lower your eyes, I could smell your sweet aroma.  I finish undressing you as you stand there in front of me trembling not from the cold but from the touch.  “part your legs” I watch that little bite to your lip as you widen your stance only to feel my rough fingers now brush over your puffy mound.  “Tell me, should your sir treat his good girl to a special touch hmmm.” A light moan “Yes sir please, I’ve been so good.” I dip my fingers into your tender flesh and watch your legs quiver.  “Tell me whose girl you are?”  Moaning “Your’s sir, I am your good girl sir.” I push my fingers in deeper and take your mouth with mine as it opens wider.  Within minutes you flood the inside of your thighs and my touch as I slowly pull them free.  “Go take a hot bath and wait in bed for me.” You kiss me lovingly and rush off to the bedroom.  Knowing that skipping the shower will get you the naughty girl attention you now craved as well.

You know how hard you get me when you play for me.  Spread your legs!  That’s it, show me how you crave to be touched.  You know I think about being inside you all day.  You look so damn good laying open like that.  I am going to fuck you till you’re weak!  Don’t stop touching for me, get that delicious pussy soaked for my cock.  

It was a beautiful wedding today and a proud father watching
his successful son wed one of the most beautiful and caring women I had ever
met. I was however disappointed that my boy tended to let his work, his success, come before family. I did not raise him that way but his position demanded it.
I had long talks with him before the blessed day and he assured me he would
make you his priority as I had my wife and children.

It was a grand celebration more people there that I didn’t
know and but I suppose he did. It was a bit of politics even on their special day
and after feeling a bit lost in it I came home from the church and found myself some alone time
in the large mansion. It was grand but it lacked warmth, I knew this was
just one thing that you would change around here. I flipped through old photo albums in
my large study in front of the fireplace with a tall whiskey. I looked at my
wife, our children, I missed them all, even my busy son…still I was at peace with it all. Although lonely I had a blessed life.

I heard the door slam and bare feet run up the wood
staircase and I knew before I even looked you were home from the wedding alone.
Not even his wedding night was he away from his work, rushing off on every beacon
call for business. “Damn it boy!” I try to call his cell but I knew
he would not answer nor take a lecture from me, another person in his world discarded due to his busy
life.

I poured some hot tea and I walked to your room at the end
of the hall from mine. I opened it gently to see you slipping out of your
dress. I avert my eyes. “Sorry…..I just…” I set down the tea.
“Sorry that his priorities are never where they should be. I feel your
kiss on my cheek as you pull the dress back up and sit down on the corner of the bed with wet eyes lowered. "I am very happy you
are a part of my family and you will always be loved deeply here.”

Closing the door I walk out of the room fuming at his bone-headed priorities but it would serve
nothing to stir this further, so I head back to find a bit of comfort in my chair by the fire.  After I emptied my glass I stood to pour another.  “Do you mind pouring a little for me?” your tender voice from the doorway gives me a smile as I pick up a second glass.  I hand it to you “The tea not stiff enough for the chill of this old house?” I see you left your dress on, “How beautiful you look…” 

“Thank you” a blushed smile as you walk over and stand over my book of memories flipping the pages.  “This is all I wanted, I don’t care about the money and his title, I just wanted him, a family….some silly fairytale I guess.” Your voice weakened with sadness as you sit on the piano bench and sip the drink.  “I will pray he wakes up before he loses you, he is a damn fool.” My voice and temperament rising as you looked up “It’s ok, I knew who he was.”

We sat there together talking into the evening as you seemed to settle from the emotional wreck he caused.  I watched you turn and start to play on the piano and within moments it took my breath away.  I had not heard anyone play since my wife passed.  Now I held wet eyes as you slowly awakened my quiet heart.  Everything about you was magnificent yet here you were alone on your wedding night with me?  A travesty.  I saw you shiver.  “I am sorry this old place is so frigid.”  I added a few more logs to the fire and as I sat back down you had undone the top of your dress and began to play again.  “I need to be kept warm tonight…” You played as firelight glimmered off your smooth skin.  You deserved so much more than him and you deserved a wedding night filled with passions.  “Keep me warm, please.” your fingers stopped as you looked back at me.  I set down my glass and moved up behind you.  Moving your hair to the side I leaned down and kissed the side of your neck.  

My rough lips moved down to your shoulder as my hands moved down your arms.  You took my hands and cupped your breasts as you lay back against me.  I caressed you as I felt your body responding to my touch.  You stood and turned with a kiss of love and need.  Our bodies pressed together and in a quick swoop I had you up in my arms.  You laced yours around my neck as I carried you back upstairs.  I could feel your breath hitch with each kiss, your body trembling, and a hunger growing in me.  I passed your room and took you to mine.  The door closed and for tonight you were loved the way you craved to be.

You complained to me that we should fly, “who takes the damn train anymore.”   I just smiled and loaded our bags in the car.  “It’s going to take days off our relaxing on the beach” you protested as we stepped on and found our compartment.  It started to rain as we stuffed our bags on the tiny storage bay “It’s too tight in here, what are we going to do for………” I slammed the door shutting you up and ripped open your blouse.  Then it hit you, I knew exactly what we would be doing for the next two days.  Naked and pressed to the glass as the light rain turned into a dark storm, the thunder swallowed all of your moans of pleasure as I fucked you hard.  “Oh god yes, we have to travel like this all the time!”   

“You always go out of your way to love and care for me.  Tonight it’s your turn.  Lay back and close your eyes.  Focus on my touch.” 

Slow and strong my hands move over your body undressing you.  I leave the panties on for effect as my thumb brushes over your soft mouth.  I lean down nibbling on your bottom lip as your breathing hitches.  I can feel your reaction to my other hand in every kiss.  I lean back so I can watch you open yourself as my hand moved across your damp cottons.  Gently pulling them to the side, my normal rough controlling grip now caresses and teases your flesh.  My fingertips damp as they trace along your trim before easing inside.  Holding your beautiful face as I stroke deeply.  Every muscle flexing in your stomach as your hips lift and fall in need.  Contractions against my fingers as you start to lose control.  I don’t ask you to give permission tonight, you are left free to cum and cry out in pleasure completely alive with my desired touch.  Orgasmic bliss shatters your body in thousands of pieces with no worry as I hold you carefully.  I exhaust your body till you are weak and trembling, even as I pull my fingers free and lay another soothing kiss on your lips.

“You are the reason I am filled with passion, my love is forever!”

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innocence hiding behind lace and ribbon.  A slow pull as your blouse opens and my large strong hands move across your soft breasts to push your top off of you.  Immediately firm nipples brushing under my palms as I gently squeeze before my lips take yours.  Beauty, love, passion everything I see and feel for you.  innocence will be lost but what I am about to open inside you will be forever remembered.

“The first thing we need to do is get you out of these panties.  Yes you look sexy in them but I need to be inside you right now!” I yank them down as my mauling hands capture your body as you lean over and unbuckle my belt.  A slow pull on the zipper as my thickness spring free, I lift you into a straddle as you guide my thick cap up against your wetness.  “Put me inside baby and show your man how hard you can fuck!”  You slam down on my shaft with a naughty smirk then lift and slam your juicy tight cunt back down.  Then you snap and rock your hips on my steel as I penetrate your core.  My hands rushing over your body as I growl at you.   Your mouth nibbles down my neck as you tease before I push you upright and attack your tits with my mouth.  Groans mixed with the wet sounds of our sex building as you move faster on me.  “That’s it baby, take it deep, soak my cock with your cream!” Now you’re growling as you take my jackhammering cock with your breast in my mouth.  Heavy thumping in your tight velvet before orgasms crash together.  Your forehead on my shoulder as you ride out the crashing waves of orgams taking your fill of my cum.  “That’s my fucking girl, drain me!”

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I know we are suppose to be getting ready for our night out but you just look to delicious tonight.  Let me just slip this off for a min.  Let me look at you, let me touch you.   Maybe you should hold on to something baby as you can feel my hard cock pressing to your bare ass through my slacks.  I have no choice but to take you right here, right now.  

I strip you down to your panties and toss you on the bed.  You act as if you knew what was coming as you stretched out on your stomach waiting for it.  You heard the leather drag from the loops of my slacks as my weight shifted the bed.  Slightly pulling down your panties just so I could see that cute ass of yours turn red I snap my belt over you bottom.  You squeal at first, then whimper, they cry out.  I reach down between your legs and can feel you are getting off to my strong discipline.  Only then as I run my fingers along your damp cottons do you ask “Why am I being punished?”

“Because some nights you just need it!”  I lay my belt down over your body as I undress.  “We have a long night ahead of us baby.”

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You were always the cutest ballerina as a child but as you grew up I stopped going to your shows.  I honestly was having an issue with all those young girls in leotards prancing around, doing spreads and splits.  I guess I was just a old dirty man but I didn’t want to admit the real reason was you.   Your body started to develop and I found myself even at home being aroused when I saw you, there was no way I could sit there and watch you moving around in a body suit without physically aching.

It became a bit of an argument with your mother and part of our separation.  I think she knew.  We had grown distant and when you were home I couldn’t hear her.  Our sex life was gone and I was avoiding your special events as you became a premier dancer.   I hated myself for it but you never once acted upset by it.   You graduated and other than my visitations we still talked on skype all the time.  You had earned a dance scholarship and an internship at the local studio you had competed with for a dozen years.  

Last night you begged me to come see you teach the young girls.  I grumbled a bit playfully but I missed you now that you were tied up with school and work.  I arrived and you were already in class.  The girl at the desk told me I could see you by sitting in the adjoining dance room and looking through the small glass viewing window.  So I stepped into the empty room and over to the connecting wall.  I peered in to watch you dancing with them.  Oh the kids were so adorable and you looked so beautiful.  You really did.  Can’t believe how you had grown.   I found myself watching you move, stretch, float across the room teaching them the basics in perfect form.  My mind wandered again.

How that pink tight outfit stretched over your breasts, firm, tight body.   You bend and I felt my body respond.  You lifted a leg and I found my hand moving over my swollen crotch.   Fuck I should not of come.   This was still a bad idea and there was clearly something wrong with me.  I started to turn to head out of the empty viewing room when I heard the door open behind me.  I turned to see you running at me with a leap I caught you.  your soft lips on my cheek as you clung around me.   The your smile changed.  You slid down off my body and looked at my aroused state.  “Daddy you still get hard watching me dance?” You hadn’t called me that in years.  I almost choked.  I couldn’t, I didn’t….what to do???

“Hold on” you giggled a bit and walked over to the door watching the other room.  The the lights went off “So lucky that is the last class tonight.  They are gone now.” you turned and walked back to me with that warm look in your eyes.  “Its ok daddy………” “You knew?” “It’s why I still dance.” I reached over and held my face and kissed me.  She started to unbutton my shirt and I stopped her.  “its not….we’re not suppose too..”  She stepped back and pulled her leotard down across her body exposing her stiff nipples.  “I’m and adult now and I love you, I have always wanted to take care of you like mom didn’t.  I knew about it all daddy and now we don’t have to worry about it anymore.” She stepped out of her outfit and returned to undressing me.  She showed me a new way to dance, slow, passionate, bodies pressed, wet and hard together.  My ballerina.