Tracer Fire

This is one from the archives... I wrote these two chapters when I was first starting to write erotica. I've been looking through my notes while writing several other projects and found myself diverted rereading this story. I learned quite a bit from the development of these two characters, so I wanted to do them justice and share their love with the world. Strap in for more of my favorite kind of erotica - straight to the point, sweet and lovey father daughter sex. Sydney and Robert are all about it. I hope you enjoy.

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All of these fictional characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.

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Chapter 1 - Sydney

Light trickled in through the white lace curtains, gently rousing me from the embrace of blissful slumber. I smiled as I returned to wakefulness, feeling the solid warmth of the strong and large naked body spooning me from behind. I snuggled myself into that warmth, grinding my ass over his semi-swollen cock just enough to feel an erection slowly rise into the gap between my thighs. I reached down with my fingers to stroke my pussy and was unsurprised to feel wetness gathering there.

A powerful arm gently reached around my shoulders, brushing aside my long silver gold locks of hair and grasped one of my perky plump breasts in his palms, tweaking my nipple with a casual yet firm twist of his fingers, pulling the sensitive skin just so, in that special way that made me moan with arousal and building ecstasy. My plump tits were sore from the attention they had received last night, but I couldn't suppress my shivers of pleasure as he gently twisted the soft pink skin.

I turned my torso, opening myself to kiss him on the lips and felt my stomach flutter at the sight of his face. He was unforgivably handsome and I felt a flush fill me up starting at my mound and flashing out to the tips of my fingers. I could feel the wetness begin to gather and trickle out of my pussy and down my thigh. Fuck. I was always swept away by how unbelievably horny he made me. Simply being his was enough, but mornings like this, they always had a way of making me lose control.

My fingers found themselves moving down from my clitoris and wrapping around the head of his cock. I closed my eyes as I pushed the tip into my wetness with my fingers, angling my hips down to slip his girth deeper into my crotch. I kissed him passionately, my torso twisted around to enjoy the taste of myself on his lips, the feeling of his rock hard member at my entrance, pressed there by my desperate fingertips, the warmth of his rough skin all over my softness, his arms embracing me and fondling my breasts, cradling me with his strength.

Without a word, I flipped my torso back around and into his spooning body and lifted my leg daintily to tuck behind his. This had the combined effect of exposing the moist pink flesh of my pussy, perkily pushing my ass into his stomach and lining myself up perfectly for what was about to come. Equally wordless, my Father held me there effortlessly, his cock on the precipice of entering me.

"Morning Daddy."

"Morning Syd."

Still pulling on my nipples, and gently kissing my neck, he followed the push of my guiding fingers and thrusted his sizable girth inside me, filling me up in one massive stroke. Sparks of furious and unrefined pleasure cascaded down my spine, racing from the tips of my nipples to the depths of my vagina and back up to the crown of my head as he filled me with his heat. I gasped loudly, and we lay there like that for a long while, enjoying the sounds of the morning and the feeling of our joined bodies flush with passion, pulsing with lust to the harmony of our heartbeats, his fullness stretching, plunging into my furthest depths.

I could feel his pulse pumping at the core of my being, each throb sending shivers of joy through the length of my body. Nothing on this earth could have made me happier. Birds chirped while a gentle breeze rustled the curtains, causing the light streaming into our bedroom to dance. Slowly, I began a dance of my own, gyrating my hips lovingly and grinding myself all over my daddy's thick cock.

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My name is Sydney Tracer. I've spent the majority of my almost twenty-one years on this earth living with my two parents and twin siblings, happy and normal until tragedy struck on my eighteenth birthday when everyone in my family but me was in a serious car accident returning from a high school tournament. I was home having a slumber party while this happened, and I can still remember the horrible moment I got the news. My mom passed away that night and my dad has been slowly working on making a recovery both physically and mentally from the trauma that engulfed our family.

The twins had always been close, but after that night they disappeared together, moving somewhere far away and cutting off contact with me for what reason, I never knew. The accident, and everything that went with it had a profound effect on me as I was finishing up high school, and though I had some friends that were willing to stick with me throughout the dark days and nights, it was during this time that I really discovered who my true friends and allies were. It's pretty surprising how easily people can slip away when they'd rather avoid getting involved in trauma, and at the end of the day the only person who ever stuck by me through everything was my father, Robert Tracer.

I've always been close with my dad, but losing my mom and nursing him back to health, being there as a close confidant during the depths of his despair showed me that family was really the only thing that truly mattered in life. My dad had been an elite soldier and then a firefighter before striking it big in the stock market and had the sturdy tall frame of a first responder. He was big and broad-shouldered, with strong hands and a rugged but kind, dashing face that always made me feel safe and loved whenever he was around.

Everyone who knew my mom never failed to mention how similar we looked, and though it annoyed me I couldn't blame them. While I inherited a slightly more voluptuous frame from the women on my father's side, I shared my mother's piercing blue eyes, angular facial frame, strawberry blonde hair (I dye mine platinum currently) and powerful long legs. On several occasions, I had used her drivers license to purchase a six pack of beer from a grocery store, no questions asked. She had been a true beauty, and she taught me how to leverage and live with my looks as an advantage before she passed away. I missed her sharp wit and wry humor constantly, and I know my dad did too.

In any case, aside from the tragedy that struck us, I feel like we had always been a pretty well adjusted and normal family. It's undeniable, however, that the accident changed things between my father and I. After I graduated high school I found myself spending more time with him. We had chatted a few times about me going to university and finding a career, but as time passed I had got into the habit of taking care of the domestic tasks around the house, and I pride myself in the cleanliness of our household to this very day.

Dad always made sure to lavish praise and thank me for my hard work by taking me out shopping, or to the city for dinner and glitzy nights at the bars and clubs he and his stockbroker friends went to. As I was under 21 I was certain I wasn't allowed in, but my father's gravitas and the sheerness of my dresses meant no one ever questioned my presence. I remember wondering why he never mentioned the fact that I was his daughter, and the more we went out together the more it felt like I was his partner.

My dad also makes sure to show interest in the ways I liked to spend my time, going shopping with me, appreciating the art I make and the tv shows I liked to watch. In the beginning we browsed the internet on the couch together, sharing memes and pictures and talking about news stories like we always did. Now we do all that, but mostly while cuddling and sometimes while fucking. We love to show our affection for each other, holding hands while enjoying hikes and slapping each other's asses on bike rides through the countryside.

We like to tease each other and have fun, but in the end Daddy always treats me like a princess, making sure my every need or desire is met. In return I make sure he feels like the most important man in the world to me. The one major area of disagreement between us was his insistence that I should go to a university or college to complete my schooling. I had never been the most dedicated student, but I appreciated his concerns. He really only had my best interests in mind in the end, and college has been interesting enough so far.

There wasn't really a distinct moment when we realized we needed each other sexually. We had grown so close and open with each other that neither of us were surprised or troubled when we finally made love. Our mutual desire was far too obvious to deny or contradict. We had tempted each other, every step of the way, making it more clear how deeply we wanted each other. I suppose I have to take the majority of the blame for starting the ball rolling. I've always loved to give him kisses, but this behavior slipped further and further from innocence the more time we spent together. It wasn't long after our first proper kiss that I started to act like his girlfriend on our nights out.

I started to sleep in his bed and to long for the heat of his touch. From there, it wasn't long before we had our first long talks about what the hell we were actually doing. I had been reading lots of taboo erotica, and my dad had stumbled across his fair share of incest porn online so our inhibitions were thus further eroded as we shared our common incestuous interest with each other. There were some stories that mirrored our experience, and talking about how those stories made us feel brought us together, literally. Those first nights were magical. I might tell you more about them someday, but for now they are just between my Dad and I.

For just under a year now I've been his constant companion, and through this powerful new relationship I have found a deeper understanding of who I am. I was never brought up to be a prude about sex, but in my bones I know I was made to love my Father, perhaps even carry his children. Being so close to him has brought me more joy than I could ever have imagined, and though keeping our secret has been a challenge, I can't imagine sharing myself and my life with anyone else.

Our relationship extends far beyond the raw ecstatic passions of our sex, but I can't deny that there is nothing on this earth that makes me feel quite as good as the feeling of my Daddy's thick lusty cock thrusting between my legs, ravaging me, filling me with the heat of his cum. The two of us have quite the ravenous sexual appetite, and therefore lots of the time we spend together is usually spent with him deep inside me. This morning was a beautiful spring weekend morning at my Father's mountain property doing what we did best.

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"Yes! FUCK, yes oh god Daddy yes, I'm ready, fill me up, I'm going to cum again, cum with me please!"

As if on cue my father filled my insides with the heat of his orgasm. The bloom of heat sent my orgasm into overdrive, the feeling of his cum splashing my insides sending paroxysms of intense ecstasy through me with each thrusting spurt. I wasn't dancing anymore, instead lustily pushing my lower body into his, having long since worked up his passion until he was furiously fucking me doggy-style on the bed we shared. I had the covers scrunched between my fingers, holding on for dear life as he powerfucked me into a paradise of overwhelming orgasms that continued to cascade through me as his seed filled my pussy to the brim.

I felt our mixed cum drool out of my slit as he slowly pulled himself out of me. Even that slow final stroke sent shivers of pleasure flooding through me. I flopped over, practically immobile with the potency of my repeated orgasms. Dad was prone next to me, spread eagle and exhausted from the intensity of our lovemaking. I looked at us and had to giggle as tingling notes of pleasure rippled through me at the sight of my Father's handsomely muscled body.

"Man oh man."

He turned his head to look at me quizzically, a smile lighting his eyes.

"Who me?"

I laughed, and curled myself into his side.

"Yes you! You're so goddamn handsome. I just love cumming with you. So much."

"I know. Me too. You really do draw me into them unexpectedly sometimes! You're my one weakness it seems."

I smiled at him dreamily.

"Don't you dare forget it."

I gave my Father a wide smile as he playfully slapped my ass, kissed me on the head and left me there, naked and quivering on the bed as he made his way to the bathroom.

"Thanks for the wakeup babe, I've got time for a shower before I need to be on a call."

I smiled and closed my eyes, stretching myself out into the soft white bedding. Cum continued to pour out my pussy but I paid it no mind, and I almost fell back asleep before the water from my Dad's shower starting gently roused me back to consciousness. Almost like a cat, I got up in one long fluid stretch and joined him in the shower. I could feel his absence within me like an ache in my soul. He wasn't going to be on time for any meetings if I could help it.

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The incestuous nature of our relationship meant that we had to be extremely careful with our behavior, especially in our old hometown. I don't think anyone ever found out, or even imagined that I was fucking my Dad, much less acting like his girlfriend on glitzy nights in the financial district, but I can only imagine the shitstorm that would cause for my dad and I were we ever to have been found out. It wasn't long after we began to make love that my Dad decided we would move to another neighborhood. It was tough leaving my childhood home, but the adventure of moving into another home as my Father's partner was exponentially more exciting.

My Dad owns several properties as a result of his realty work, and I've introduced myself as his girlfriend or partner to every neighbor who's chosen to introduce themselves to us. We spend a majority of our time between my Dad's beachside condo and the mountain cottage depending on how busy work became for him or where I needed to be for my school schedule. I loved the beach, but the countryside meant that I got Daddy all to myself, so choosing between the two was difficult.

There were some times when my Father had to go away for business trips, and while these trips were infrequent and he often tried his best to make it possible for me to join him, sometimes circumstances would prevent me from being by his side. At times like these I tried to keep him supplied with countless pictures and videos of me dressed up and playing with myself in various skimpy outfits. For the most part however, I've been lucky enough to be by his side almost constantly.

My Dad got me a special credit card and a new car when we moved so I wouldn't ever have to want or worry while he was gone. We also often go shopping together and thanks to the capacious storage at our houses, I have a huge collection of clothes and costumes to wear around the house at my dad's leisure. In public I like to wear black, it's a striking color that contrasts well with my silver blonde hair and accentuates my lithe form.

For nights out with my father, I had a whole range of dresses and outfits in ever-increasing ranges of sheerness and cut. Some business occasions required me to play the role of eye candy, something at which I gladly excelled. Daddy loved it when I flaunted my beauty, and I almost always more than happy to oblige him. I love wearing skin-tight clothing, so I can usually be found wearing yoga pants and a low cut sports bra, but on days like today when I can have Daddy all to myself, I usually wear a thin lace nightdress or a crotchless bodysuit.

I am by no stretch of the imagination, conventionally drop-dead gorgeous. I know it, and my Mom taught me that there is no point being humble about it. I was the queen bee at my high school, captain of the volleyball team and cheer squad until my mother died. The only feature of mine I despise is my nose, mostly because it's small and round, but my Dad says that my nose is his favorite part of my face, so I've come to see it through his eyes. I have a killer set of eyebrows and my Dad's soul-piercing eyes.

I've always been quite fit, playing sports in high school and though the past few years have been difficult I've always maintained a routine of walking and running my dog multiple times a day, going to yoga, and lifting weights a few times a week. My Dad went to the gym every morning, so a few months ago I started joining him. Lifting weights was challenging, but my ass has never looked better. It was already quite firm and toned, but it's now eye-catchingly plump and strong. My best feature by far however, has to be my breasts. My boobies are entrancing even to me sometimes. They are full and perky, beautiful teardrops of flesh that I love to put on display. They can be a nuisance sometimes, getting in the way and irritating my back, but they are also my greatest asset, and my father's favorite playthings.

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Today was definitely a bodysuit day. I ambushed Daddy in the shower, getting on my knees and putting his massive limp cock into my mouth, caressing it back to life with deep, desperate strokes of my throat, appreciating the sweet taste of his cum dribbling out of his shaft. Lovingly, I worked his shaft, massaging his balls in just the way he liked. It didn't take much to get him back in business, but if I wanted to play all day I had to treat him just so. Right as I felt him approaching the swell of his orgasm I clamped my fingers around the base of his shaft and gave him a wink as I left him in the shower.

I didn't often blue ball my Dad, but on days where we could enjoy ourselves I liked to tease him to the maximum extent. I entered my cavernous walk-in closet, drying myself off and rifling through several rows of hanging racks of lingerie before picking a floral v-neck bodysuit. It was made of velvety wine red fabric with large technicolor roses clustering on the torso. There was a slit in the crotch that I could guide my Dad's cock into, but there was also a flap I could unbutton in case we wanted a little more freedom. I put it on, slipping the soft fabric over my fresh and naked body. The bodice of the suit cupped my breasts perfectly, presenting them as I stretched and admired myself in the mirror set into the wall. I couldn't blame my Dad for being tempted.

Breaking from my reverie, I gave my boobs a squeeze and I finished dressing up, adding a black lace choker and using a black ribbon to tie my silver hair into a ponytail, the ribbon really pulling the look together. My Dad was a sucker for ponytails, and it was often one of my favorite finishing touches to draw his eye. Sometimes he's told me he'd be overcome by lust and take me wherever I happened to be after noticing that I'd put my hair up into a ponytail. I loved being surprised by his ravishing attentions, it made me feel less bad for being so horny all the time myself...

I met my Daddy downstairs in the kitchen where I replaced him at the stove while he sat down to dial into a meeting on his laptop. He had a dress shirt on, but wasn't wearing any pants. I started to stir the potatoes on the stove while he returned to his laptop for more facetime with his partners. As I finished cracking eggs into the pan near the potatoes the meeting ended and another began, this one a phone call. Electricity vibrated through me, I could tell he had noticed my demeanor, and he was tense as well. He slowly got up, and I could see his erect member sticking up through the lapel of his dress shirt.