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Julie and I have lived alone together, since the day my wife .. her mother .. walked out.
Not a word, a reason or a good by.
Papers were served on me two days after with no alimony or financial demands attached and giving me sole custody of Julie. I signed and mailed them Express Mail the same day.
Betty, my wife, and I had known each other since we were two and married very young. I got Betty pregnant with Julie too soon and we had to go to a special private school to finish without loosing any time.
Money was never an issue with Betty and me. I had a modest inheritance from my grand parents that kept us well off and allowed us both to go through school and college, starting into our professions right away. I did very well from the beginning of my working life.
One .. well two issues that Betty and I had, not long after we started college. I always had fantasies over furs and attempted to introduce them into our love making. Our Love making was starting to cool for reasons I never understood and I thought that this would help and I could get my favorite fantasies into our life. Not only did it not work but our love making quickly went totally into the toilet.
I did hear a few months latter, after Betty walked out on us that she had been sleeping around on me for some time. I guess I didn't really know her at all.
My parents died a few years ago in a rafting accident on vacation leaving yet another modest inheritance and a final big hole in my life. I could easily retire in a few years and still put Julie through college.
At only 34 I'm well invested, in excellent heath and physical shape having inherited a fine youngish six two body from my folks.
Julie was seven at the time Betty walked out. She still remembers her leaving us alone. Her resentment to her mother has all but gone now.
To say Julie and I have grown close over the years would be an understatement. I've been father and mother, housekeeper and provider. She has been the sole focus of my life more by desire and circumstances than by necessity. She alone is my family now.
I never spoiled Julie. She has done her tasks as she has grown up and learned her responsibilities like any good child should. She has been very well provided for, maybe to an occasional excess. She is my sole focus and daddy's little girl after all.
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Practically the next day Betty left I purchased a bunch of furs. I would no longer live a fur impoverished life, I swore and I didn't leave out Julie. Her bed was covered in a thick Red Fox spread to match her red hair and I got her a cute little hooded short Red Fox jacket with matching mittens. Some vests, scarves and the like came quickly.
Julie has always been a cute child. Despite her mother leaving us Julie has always been cheery and bright. Very intelligent, inquisitive and self assured. I do everything possible to encourage all her qualities. She has always taken care of herself and dresses very nicely. Getting furs for her is as much a treat for me as it is for her and she knows it. Girls love to shop so going to the fur salon began as a 'mom' thing I would do with her and it quickly became a favorite together thing for us.
Raising her I could not help but know everything about her and she about me. She knew all about my penchant for furs and in many ways seemed to share them right off. She never said no to a new fur and by puberty was asking for specific furs we would sometimes have to 'negotiate' over. By then Julie had been getting and reading all the fashion and trade material on furs that she could. Exploring fur sites and information on the Internet.
She knew I was a soft touch when it came to fur. Like the time at age 12 when she just had to have a Sable. She had been looking for one to see after finding out about Sable. She saw and generously 'felt' one (more like consumed it) at a visit to the fur salon. "Oh Daddy ... this is wonderful .. magnificent .. oh my." I managed to turn that into her first 'adult' fur. A very fine 'preowned' hooded Mink jacket (generously over sized for her growth) with the promise of a Sable for her high school graduation if she kept her grades up.
Like most loving small children Julie would come running to my bed some nights from a nightmare, bad storm or just lonely and insecure. With the absence of Betty I have to say that I looked forward to those nights. Julie would cuddle but it was all quite normal. I think it was enhanced for us both with the furs since I would calm her by cuddling and fur fondle her in my Lynx spread until she was cooing and would fall asleep. Looking back I can see that Julie was quite excited by it all at the time. Daddy's little girl .. loves her Daddy.
We were always affectionate with each other and I viewed that as reinforcing her ability to normally relate to men in general and have normal affections for men when she grew up. Maybe escape the flaw of her mother's unfaithfulness.
With the pressures of work, wanting to guarantee our security, and the time spent with Julie I had little time for a date life. To aggravate the issue, all the women I did manage to date were disinterested to disgusted with furs. Those relations would never happen and they were all very short lived. Julie would pout with each and every one.
Julie occasionally dated but with decidedly non-aggressive type boys, geeks to be precise. As a doting father I was quite happy with that. She didn't seem to be driven to have sex or be with the "in" crowd. Again I was not disturbed with that at all. All things in good time I was thinking. I didn't want her to make the same mistake her mother and I had made. I reminded her of that on more than one occasion. Unlike most girls, she seemed to actually listen to her father.
Even by freshman year in high school Julie had turned from cute little girl to a tall, taller than the boys, elegant woman. Now at the end of her senior year she is drop-dead-gorgeous. Fashion model material. In fact she has been occasionally modeling since freshman year for a local outdoor equipment company as a 'fashion' model. She makes hiking boots look sexy.
We have both liked to go hiking and camping since Julie was a little girl. I got it from my parents but Betty never liked doing it much and even before she left us Julie and I would take weekends and go out in the woods. She has always been a great hiker and camper. This is where we met the camping company folks. Turns out I already knew most of them anyway. They took to her right away as a natural. She was modeling for them the next week.
Julie instinctively knows how to wear clothes of all types, particularly furs. They are like a denim jacket to her yet she is so sensual. She will never make it as a great runway model however. She doesn't have the drive or ruthless personality for the business end of it. Pros have told her this and she seems to be not at all unhappy over it.
Her sensuousness in fur began to get to me from about sophomore year and had be thinking 'unclean' thoughts about her on occasion. I struggled with them and was able, for the most part, to push them aside.
Julie on the other hand was becoming a genuine vixen around me. We were at the fur salon one day when she had just turned 17 and she is trying on a floor length Silver Fox. Julie is already five nine by then so it was a long coat. It had a huge thick collar and enormous sleeves. She was doing an exaggerated models swirl, her red hair entwined in the thick fur as she pushed it into her face, she looks at me with the sexiest coy, come hither look I had ever seen. "Daddy .. do you like me in this coat? .... Daddy .. I mean really like me?" Frozen with my mouth agape, I wanted desperately to pretend it never happened and to also never forget that moment. Truth prevailed .. "Julie you are totally magnificent. The most beautiful woman in the world." My honest thought at the time .. and to this moment. She beamed radiantly with the most incredible smile she ever gave me.
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Graduation and her 18th birthday were upon us. This meant my baby girl was grown up, going to college and ready for her Sable .. which she never let me forget. One of those pesky lifetime promises you wished maybe you should have never made? Of course she was at the top of her class so no dodging this one. She fully deserves it. Her friends were getting cars for graduation so it was a bit difficult to plead poverty.
Sable, of course, is very expensive and I had not promised her a flowing, floor length NEW Sable though I desperately wanted to. I shopped for nearly two years prior to that. I knew this was a promise I dare not break. I managed to find and keep secret a hooded, it had to have an hood, very full on her, dark brown genuine Russian Sable long jacket with very generous sleeves. Used it was still a small fortune. Certainly as much as the car gifts her friends were getting. This I would remind her of. I was also compelled to get that Silver Fox coat she so seductively "talked me into". She somehow knew she would get it. After all, I can't disappoint my little sweetie.
When I gave them to her with the birthday cake that evening she was hysterical .. and unbelievably gorgeous. She modeled them for me for a very long time in the most sensual and provocative way imaginable. I took her out to dinner and she wore the Sable of course.
"Daddy .. you won't be sorry you got these for me."
"I would never be sorry giving you anything sweetie."
I don't know why I always called her sweetie, aside from the obvious, but that is what she has always liked me to call her. When she was into puberty I thought she might like her father to call her something else more formal, like Julie. We talked about it and she insisted I continue to call her sweetie. She says everybody calls her Julie and she wanted us to have our special name for her. I like that she wanted that.
For the first time in my life I intentionally and deliberately sexually fondled my daughter. Well I stroked and hugged her in the fur, caressing her body through the Sable. She moved and squirmed around like never before with a deep humming sound I'd never heard her make. She was clearly excited by it all. We managed to maintain a normal father-daughter presence at dinner however.
That night was the first time I deliberately masturbated to the image of my fur clad daughter. I was so ashamed as with all the 'unintentional' times and wet dreams before. Always since she was a sophomore, when I am sexually aroused Julie will invade my mind, at the peak of my ejaculation. Always wearing furs of course. Her beautiful fur clad body would be so clear before me. Now in her Sable and Silver Fox I had just given her.
I don't have to work very hard at 'seeing ' her nude. We have never been shy around each other though not deliberately exposing ourselves to one another. There are always those times when mistakes and accidents happen or we are surprised when the other is there when you thought they were gone. It seems Julie has been having a lot of 'accidents' lately. Her nude body is beautiful in every way. Her modest breasts betray their sensual contribution in their perfection. Her muff is as red as the hair on her head and her graceful form is exquisite. She really is the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I am pretty sure she knows it as well.
She was also much more feely kissy around the house lately as well while always wearing fur. Julie has many small furs now that are perfectly appropriate around the house like her several fur vests. I also, at her insistence, had reconstructed for her a very large sheared Phantom Beaver coat into a robe, fur inside of course. She had gotten it for nothing on eBay. The fur itself is incredibly soft and silky. She often wears it around the house and I'm suspicious that is all she has on most often. She can wrap it around herself several times it's so big. Sweetie has gradually been doing a very fine embroidery all over it on the skin or outside mixed with and overlaying the stitch pattern of the pelts. Brilliant colors and the designs are incredible. It's a crafts project she wears. She loves it and is magnificent wearing it.
A few mornings ago at breakfast, I think Julie was using the Beaver to fondle her 'beaver' under the table. She was intently staring at me eating but seemingly distracted.
