Christmas Present for Daddy

It was going to be the first Christmas without my mother. Dad and I had watched cancer eat away at her body for three years and she finally passed away in February. It had been a rough year for both of us. I had desperately wanted mom to see me graduate from high school. Dad took it rough, too.

The experience brought my Dad and I closer together. I'm an only child and while other kids rebelled against their parents, I clung to mine. Dad and I spent so many hours together crying and hugging. We were more like friends than father and daughter, but at the same time I felt like we were closer than friends. It's strange, I know. It's hard to explain.

Right before mom died, we were alone together in her hospital room. It was one of the last times I remember her being lucid and conversational. She knew that the end was near. We were crying together and talking about all of the events in life that she'd be missing.

She looked at me through her tears and held my hand. "Sweetheart? I want you to take good care of your Daddy."

"I will mom." I answered, trying to hold back from sobbing.

"He's a good man. The best. And you're the best, too. I'm counting on you to take good care of him since I won't be around. Promise me."

"I promise, mom." I wept.

I never forgot that promise. After the funeral, Dad and I spent a lot of time together. I took care of the household things and tried my best to keep my word. As I said, Dad and I became even closer as the year went on. I know he was trying to be both a mother and father to me. He gave me anything I asked for and was at every game I cheered at and every one of my tennis matches during the summer. On my eighteenth birthday in November he gave me a new car. We drove around all night and talked about memories of mom as well as dreams of the future.

We were doing as well as could be expected. Just the same, I know that Dad was lonely. When I would surf the net, I could tell that he'd be surfing the porn sites (to be honest, I found some of them extremely arousing). I encouraged Dad once or twice to have dinner with one of the women from the neighborhood or church, but he said he wasn't ready. Doing the laundry, I knew that he was jacking off all the time in his bed. The telltale stains were evidence.

At this point, I must be honest that there were two things going through my head. The thought of my Dad jacking off and surfing porn sites made me horny. There, I said it. It got me hot thinking of him in a sexual way. Some time during the summer I had begun masturbating while I thought of my Dad fisting his cock. I would climax as I pictured his cum exploding from his stiff cock.

I was also thinking about the promise I made to my mother. I told her I would take good care of Dad. She wasn't there to take care of him. I was keeping my word in almost every area of life. There was one area that he still needed someone. I decided that I would take care of him in that area, too. I loved him too much to watch him waste away in his loneliness. That's not what Mom would have wanted. So I decided to give Dad the best Christmas I could.

The plan came together over several weeks. I told Dad that I wanted to spend Christmas Eve together – just the two of us. He said that sounded wonderful. It was a date – a Daddy/Daughter date.

I knew that he would get home from work about five o'clock on Christmas Eve. I showered and groomed myself meticulously all day. I put on a lacy thong and matching bra before donning a beautiful evening gown I'd bought just for this occasion. It was a beautiful black dress that showed off plenty of leg, shoulder and cleavage without looking tacky. I had Christmas music softly playing on the stereo and poured Dad a generous glass of his best single-malt Scotch.

When he got home he stood with me in the kitchen and drank his Scotch while I bustled about getting the food on the table. I had learned a thing or two about cooking in the previous three years and was proud of my culinary abilities. In fact, food had become quite erotic to me.

After a couple of drinks, Dad was relaxed and we sat down at the dining room table to eat by candlelight. I had bought a bottle of his favorite wine. He poured himself a glass.

"Would you like some, sweetheart?" he asked.

"I'm not 21, Dad." I answered.

"You're 18," he said, "and if you can vote, you can have a glass of wine on Christmas Eve."

We had several glasses of wine with our dinner that, if I must say so, was very good. We laughed and shed a few tears. We talked a little about mom, but also about many other things. We could always talk. Dad is great at conversation. As we finished desert, Dad slid a long, black box across the dinner table.

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart," he said.

I opened the lid. It was the most beautiful diamond necklace I'd ever seen. I couldn't breathe. I just looked up at him in shock.

"Thanks for taking such good care of me. I wanted to give you something special," he said.

"Daddy. You shouldn't have. It's…"

"It's the perfect gift for the perfect girl," he said, finishing my sentence.

Tears ran down my cheeks as he got up and put it around my neck. He kissed me on the forehead and chills ran down my spine at the touch of his lips. I stood up and took him by the hand, leading him to the living room.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

My mind was spinning from the mixture of wine and emotion. My heart was beating so fast I thought I would die. But I had planned this out. I followed my plan.

"It's time for your Christmas present, Daddy." I said.

I sat Dad down on the living room couch. Then I knelt between his legs and reached for his zipper.

"What are you doing?" he asked incredulously.

I looked up at him and tried to give him a smile that was both loving and seductive.

"I'm giving you what you want, Daddy. I know you're lonely. I am, too. I know you jack off in bed. I know that you surf the porn sites on the net. I know, Daddy. He just looked at me. We were both just a little tipsy. I think that was good because it allowed both of us to throw off our inhibitions and follow our instincts. I stood up and reached back to unzip my gown.

"Merry Christmas, Daddy," I said. "This year you get me."

With that I let the gown fall to the floor, revealing my lacy lingerie and sexy body. Dad's eyes looked me over. I knew he liked what he saw and I smiled at knowing it. Once again I knelt between his legs and finished unzipping his pants. I reached in and found his cock, which was now quite hard. I pulled it out. It was gorgeous. I wrapped my hands around the thick shaft and felt Dad's racing pulse as his member throbbed at my touch. I let my fist slide up and down and over the perfectly proportioned, bulbous head. I looked at him lustfully.

"It's beautiful, Daddy. I love it. I want you to stick it in my mouth. I want you to stick it in my pussy. If you want, you can even stick it in my ass. I'm yours, Daddy. I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want it. From this moment on, I'm your perfect little daughter in public and your own private slut. Merry Christmas."

With that, I leaned forward and placed my lips around the head of his cock. Fire raced through my body as I felt his cock in my mouth for the first time. I let my tongue roll around the head. I tasted the salty pre-cum that oozed out the slit. I then descended, letting his cock fill my mouth. I pulled back, coating the shaft with my saliva. As I lifted my head, I grabbed the now slippery shaft and fisted it up and down before lowering my mouth once more. Deeper and deeper I descended. I relaxed my throat and let the head of his cock slide down my throat.

"Ohhhhhhhhh baby," Dad moaned as I did this.

I continued to give him a slow, loving blowjob. I really wanted to suck him quickly, but I knew we would have plenty of time and opportunity. This was our first time. This was my Christmas present. I wanted him to enjoy it.

Finally, I pulled my mouth off of his wonderfully large cock. Then I stood and peeled off my panties and bra. I helped Dad off with his pants. He just sat there as if in a trance.

"I love you, Daddy." I said.

"I love you, too, sweetie," he answered.

"Do you like your present?" I asked, as I climbed up on his lap.

"Yes," he said.

"Do you want me?" I whispered.

"Yes."

"Can I be your little fuck slut, Daddy?"

"Yes, baby. Yes!"

My heart continued to race and I struggled to breathe. I grabbed his throbbing cock, still wet with my saliva and positioned it before my pussy that was shaved perfectly clean. I rubbed the head of his cock between my swollen labia and across my hard clit. I was more aroused and sensitive than I had ever been before. Just feeling his cock on my clit sent shock waves coursing through my body. I shuddered as I felt my pussy juices drip from slit and down my thighs.

"Oh baby. You're beautiful." Dad said as his hands reached up and grabbed my breasts. He let the palms of his hands run lightly across my hard nipples and more shock waves of pleasure rocketed through me. "Do you really want to be my little fuck slut?" he asked quietly as our eyes locked. I continued to rub my clit against his cock.

"Yes, Daddy!" I said.

"Then be a good little slut and FUCK me!" he said. In a quick motion he reached down and grabbed my hips. With perfect timing he thrust his hips upwards just as the head of his cock was at the opening of my cunt. He pulled my hips downward and with one powerful thrust I felt his cock rip my pussy open. He was filling me. It was so tight. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me. It was warm and wonderful. My body immediately responded.

"Oh Dad! OH FUCK!" I groaned as I felt my orgasm build.

"That's it, baby!" He groaned. "Fuck me! CUM ON MY COCK!" he cried as he thrust powerfully upwards. I fell forward and he pulled my tit into his mouth. He began sucking on my nipple as his prick penetrated my cunt over and over. The room was spinning as my whole being was focused between my legs. The sensations started deep within my cunt and poured out through every nerve, every muscle – every sinew of my sex crazed body. It was as though time stopped and all I knew was one moment of perfect sexual climax.

"I'M CUMMING!" I heard Dad cry as if far away. I was coming back to reality.

"CUM DADDY! FILL MY CUNT! GIVE ME YOUR CUM!" I cried.

"Here you go, baby! Be a good slut! TAKE MY CUM!"

With that I felt his body stop. Every muscle tightened and his cock throbbed powerfully within me. I felt waves of liquid heat filling the innermost depths of my being. My body responded and I immediately began to climax once more. When I felt his eruptions cease, I lifted my pussy off of his cock. I held myself there for a moment while his thick white cum seeped from my slit. I let the evidence of our lust pour over his cock. Then I knelt back down and began to lick it off of his cock.

"Ohhhhhh. That's a sexy sight." He said as he watched. I looked up at him. He was smiling brighter than I'd seen him smile since mom was alive.

"Good. I'm glad you like it," I said as I savored the mixture of our sex. I could taste the saltiness of his cum and the tangy sweetness of my own pussy. I drank it all in. As I licked up the remaining few drops I looked back up at Dad who was still admiring the sight.

"Come up here my sweet little Christmas slut," he said with a contented grin.

I got back up on his lap and we kissed. I kissed my father for the millionth time, but this time our mouths were open. I felt his tongue against mine and we shared the residue of our sex that was still on my tongue. I then lay my head against his chest and he held me tight against him. His cum continued to drip from my pussy and I felt his cock still twitching against my leg. We both breathed deeply as we enjoyed a moment of perfect, quiet contentment. The stereo continue to play Christmas carols softly and the lights of the Christmas tree flashed on and off slowly in the dim candlelight of the living room.

After a long while I broke the silence.

"You know the best thing about your Christmas present, Dad?"

"What's that, sweetheart?" he asked.

I looked up at him with a mischievous gleam in my eye.

"It's the gift that keeps on giving." I flashed him a smile and stood up. Taking him by the hand, I led him back to the bedroom.