Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
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"Huh huh, huh huh huh," Sylvia Richardson hummed to herself in a sing-songy voice as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, her mouth opened while she carefully applied blood-red lipstick on her lips.
There was a good reason for her cheerful attitude, the carefulness, and the need to look her best. Today was a special day for her. Finally, she will put those cute lips of hers to action to please the most important man in her life.
Harrison was a doting father her whole life, a fact she appreciated even more since he was the only parent she had as far as she could remember, and there was nothing he wouldn't have given Sylvia had she asked for it. So, when she came to him and asked him to let her have sex with him to thank him for being such a great father to her... of course, a horrified stare was his initial reaction, but in the end, he gave in and agreed, knowing that if this had somehow gotten out their lives would have been destroyed.
He didn't have much of an opportunity to say no, anyway. She didn't explicitly say it, but thankfulness was only one of the reasons why she needed him to agree to this, and they both knew it.
The Richardsons, weren't poor by any reasonable metric. They were, as the average person would say, "arrogant rich fucks." In the social circles their family was a part of, a good marriage could reasonably blossom into a world-beating alliance. They had a lot they could offer any of the other families on their level, monetarily speaking.
But so could all of their friends, acquaintances, business partners, rivals, enemies, strangers they occasionally saw at the high-class events they participated in, and absolutely anyone else they could reasonably come into contact with. Money wasn't the deciding factor. That honor went to the fact that, while most of the other families on their level could expect their daughters, and sons as well but Sylvia wasn't currently competing much with them, to be experts in the arts of intimacy and pleasure, she had only had one boyfriend by now, and with him, she managed to barely do more than lose her virginity during their short relationship.
Given how overprotective he was with her, hiring some random escort was out of the question for him, and both of them knew that the mere mental image of any of their male employees wrapping his arms around her slender, curvy body would be enough for him to personally make sure that said employee would end this year begging for the money to pay his inflated hospital bills with.
So, the man's role to help her learn the art of sex, inevitably, passed onto her father himself.
Which was just fine with her. She always looked up to him, and ever since her 18th birthday a year ago, she couldn't help but start seeing him in a different light as well. He was quite good-looking, as could be expected from a man of his status, and she wanted to take a bite of that delicious snack as soon as possible while she still could.
Which, as she realized with delight hearing the heavy, masculine footsteps coming closer and closer to her room, was about to be quite soon.
"How are you feeling honey?" he inquired right after opening the door before he even got a good look at her. When he did, his jaw fell for a moment before he composed himself.