Training Time Ch 01

A slow build up in this first chapter to tease readers into the story...I hope!

Chapter One

I wanted to please my coach so I forced myself up the sandy dune once again even though it seemed like Mount Everest, legs needing to give in to the rising tide of lactic acid yet my will admitting no surrender. Sweat had coated my skin, running down in little rivulets, and the abrasive sand grains had stuck to me when I had tumbled over earlier. My long hair, flaming red-gold in the setting sun, was tied back in a ponytail that whipped from side to side with every slow pace up towards the crest of the dune whilst my breath was rasping in my ears. I finally made it and gasped in fresh oxygen, only vaguely aware of the world as every muscle screamed at me to collapse but I stayed defiantly on my feet and waited.

"Tomorrow you can do it another five times, Emma," my trainer stated as he appeared by my side, hardly breathing at all even after the steep climb up the sand dune.

"What?" I gasped out in disbelief as he stood there, lean face watching me implacably.

"You want to make it as a pro, girl?" his voice snapped out questioningly, green eyes the mirror image of mine narrowing abruptly.

I was tempted just for a moment to ask him what sort of pro but I knew that he would make me suffer if I was rude. Another five trips up the unending dune maybe? Or would he put me over his knee and warm up my bottom as I wished he would? The thought shot into my head unbidden and made me feel weird because it was definitely true.

"Yes, Daddy, of course I do," I responded truthfully.

"Then you have to work at it as well as have natural talent...which you do in spades! Now back down the dune, run back to the house and have a shower. I'll be back soon to make dinner."

It had been my dream since I first started kicking a ball around as a toddler and I was grateful that my dad, an ex-semi-professional, shared it and believed in me yet he was a tough taskmaster, I thought ruefully as I dropped my shorts, shirt and underwear on the bathroom floor and jumped into the shower, sighing as the hot water began to ease the aches in my muscles. I had just started college now, taking sports science and playing for the local women's team as their midfield dynamo. I was on the cusp of being noticed and yet not quite there and the uncertainty whether I was quite good enough lingered in my mind however often I was told that I was. Some days, it was almost impossible to train after college due to tiredness and I wished sometimes that I could just have a normal life. Go out and celebrate with a few drinks or get laid...

I giggled, knowing that my dad was always frightening off any potential boyfriends. At well over six foot, lean and well-muscled, he was an intimidating and arousing sight and I had to laugh every time that one of my girl friends, especially Maia, came over to see me and started to watch him out of the corner of their eyes. Were they imagining him crushing them to his broad chest, soft breasts beating wildly against his muscles? If so, then they were only following in my footsteps, weren't they? I had tried for the last couple of years to tempt him into laying hands on me one way or another and yet I had failed although I had not yet given up hope! A rush of arousal flickered through my body and I swallowed hard and turned the water temperature down, chilling my flesh with coldness as if that could stop the heat in my belly.

Fantasies of Daddy holding me tightly flickered through my mind once again. Every night for a couple of years, I had been dreaming of him coming into my room and sliding into the bed next to me or inviting me into his so that I could replace his lost lover, my mother. I wanted it to be his hands cupping my breasts as I soaped them and then his fingers straying down my flat belly, through the soaked tendrils of my blonde bush until the tips teased over my soft slit. Parting my labia and easing over my throbbing clitoris, rubbing at the tiny bud until my breath came in short, sharp pants...then denying me the pleasure of an orgasm as he made me kneel and take his cock into my hot mouth. The heat of my thoughts overcoming the coldness of the water as I pushed my hips up into his fingers and suddenly came, legs buckling under the extreme intensity of my orgasm.

Gasping with desire, I felt wave after wave of pure lust flood through me before somehow I managed to stumble out of the shower cubicle. I slipped and my legs gave way and I crashed into the side of the shower screen then slid down onto the floor, lying there helplessly, mind filled with the sweet memories which I knew deep down that I wanted to become a reality. Ever since Mum had died two years before, a drunk driver shunting her car, I had wanted to console my father in any way that I could. Part of my desire to make it as a footballer was because I knew that it would please him. The tragedy had brought us close in many ways but over the last few months, my nights had been filled with more and more sensual images of him taking me for his own. I needed to truly be his little girl, to feel his desire for me as his cock slid up inside my tight little pussy for the first time. I wanted the marks of his hands on my skin, the touch of his lips on my breasts, the kiss of his knob as it pressed against the pucker of my anus...

That last thought even surprised me and I was just rousing myself from the floor and my stupor when the door suddenly burst open and Daddy burst in, face worried and anxious.

"What happened? I heard a crash. Are you alright, Emma?" he asked immediately, bending down and placing his cool fingers on my face to turn it to look at him. I stared up into his dark green eyes for a few moments, trying to raise the courage to kiss him even as he suddenly realised that I was stark naked and drew back a little, averting his gaze.

"I just slipped as I got out of the shower," I muttered, blushing furiously before I added slyly on the spur of the moment. "Could you help me up?"

To my annoyance, Daddy threw me a towel from the rail and I draped it over my naked flesh before he reached down and picked me up, strong arms encompassing my slight figure. It was like going back in time as he carried me into my bedroom and deposited me gently on the bed. How many times had he done that when I was a mere child? He had bathed me then, making me giggle with delight as the rubber ducks had chased each other round the bath in various adventures. Would he do so again? The dark worm of desire wriggled through my senses again as I decided to push the envelope a little.

"Can you check me over, Daddy? I might have pulled a muscle or sprained something..."

I sensed his nervousness and knew the reason. He hadn't seen me naked since I was about ten although he had spanked me a few times since but even that had stopped when my periods had started at about thirteen. Now I was just wrapped in a towel that was just covering my bottom cheeks as I rolled over and hissed as if I was in pain.

"It's the back of my thigh, Daddy."

I knew he would give in eventually. He was always going to check that I was uninjured and able to play football that weekend. With a sigh that was almost a groan, he sat down on the bed and ran his fingers lightly up the back of my leg. I shivered at his touch and parted my thighs wider as he pressed the tips of his fingers into the muscles and began to knead them, testing the reactions of my body as he searched for any potential pulls or tears. I eased the towel up a fraction and in the reflection from the mirror on the wardrobe door saw him look up between my legs then quickly away as he realised that my pussy was peeping shyly out at him.

"You're fine, Emma," he almost squeaked, rising up quickly and I stared boldly at the bulge in his shorts as I turned my head to thank him.

He rushed out and I grinned widely then parted my legs wider and eased my fingers down through my honey-gold bush and into the wetness of my pussy. It took just a few strokes over my throbbing bud before I came once again and all of the time I was imagining my daddy's thickness sliding in and out, stretching my spongy, slippery walls wide as his hands gripped my breasts and twisted my nipples painfully. The sudden rush of moisture soaked my fingers and trailed down my inner thighs like silvery saliva, wetting the smoothness like my best friend's tongue did when it licked me. Aftershocks of pleasure rippled through my skin and, just to make Maia jealous, I picked up my phone and took a picture, sending it winging its way through the ether into her email account a few seconds later even though I knew that she would make my bottom suffer for teasing her.

A sudden thought shot into my brain as I wondered what Daddy was doing. Was he stroking his cock and thinking of me? Or was he hunched over the computer in his room and desperately searching for some porn so that he could jack off to that instead? I knew he did because he had gone out in a hurry one day and left his old-fashioned PC on. Being insatiably curious, I had sneaked in and searched through his internet history, smiling as I had found several intriguing websites listed in his favourites toolbar. I had been interested to find out later when I had done further research that his tastes seemed to complement mine as he had visited spanking sites and those dealing with the dark world of BDSM too.

Subsequently, having borrowed a tiny spy camera from Maia, whose dad worked in IT, I had fixed it up in my dad's room, angling it down onto his bed from the top of a very dusty wardrobe. Men...why don't they notice dust? Is it some genetic thing or other? Anyway, shutting my door firmly, I opened my laptop and rapidly found the program I needed, opening it up and then lying back on my bed, head propped up on the pillows with the computer on my knees so that I could watch Dad...play with his cock as he lay on his bed.

It was almost as if I was in the room with him and I marvelled at the resolution of the tiny camera even as my eyes widened as I saw the size of his erection. Until I was about eight or nine, it had been quite normal for my parents to wander around unclothed when they were going to have a bath or to the loo but then the ensuite had been added and I had not seen Daddy's cock since. My younger self certainly did not remember it being huge but presumably that was because I had never seen it in all its magnificent glory back then? Now it was rampantly erect as his fingers slithered up and down the long, veined shaft while he stared at the screen fixedly. What was he watching? Whatever it was, it was definitely making him aroused and I was fascinated as his body began to jerk slightly on the bed. A few moments later and a stream of whiteness shot out and splashed down over his belly and chest. More and more followed although each geyser grew less and less intense until just a few droplets eased out of his cock as it began to slowly wilt.

Feeling mischievous, I hurriedly shut down the program and rushed out of the room and down the corridor to Dad's bedroom where I knocked loudly.

"Wait a minute!" shouted my father and I smiled as I envisaged him the other side of the door trying to clean himself up. He opened the door with a towel wrapped round his waist and I marvelled at his musculature, abs still firmly delineated in his early forties.

"What do you want, Emma? I was just about to go in the shower."

"Just to say I am making dinner tonight in return for your do-it-yourself treatment, Daddy," I stated, keeping my eyes fixed on his and seeing them widen as he wondered what I meant. "The massage just now. My leg is feeling much better now, thanks."

"Oh right...good," he stammered out and I walked away, smiling broadly and deliberately swaying my hips from side to side so that my buttocks moved enticingly under the short, silken nightie I had put on. I felt the heat of his gaze upon me even with my back turned and my smile widened.