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- Aug 3, 2015
Richard had certainly drawn stares on his date with his daughter. At 48, he was 30 years her senior and the petite blonde well, looked younger than she was. The way he had his arm around her waist, her body pressed against his, his hand wandering down to squeeze her ass despite her protests. What some may have thought as Daddy/Daughter Date Night changed their minds to some Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby sort of thing. Of course, their first guess was right. What his Daughter, Lily, didn't realize just yet was that her father was going to be the one taking her cherry tonight.
It had all started when he overhead her talking on the phone with her friends, trying to pick out what she was going to wear under her dress on prom night. She wanted it to be special as it'd be her first time, losing her cherry to her date. Richard had nearly choked on those words. No grungy kid deserved his beautiful girl! So he had hatched a plan - prom was a week away so he had told her he was going to take her on a practice date (he still didn't let her officially date anyone) so that she wouldn't be so nervous or uncomfortable about things 'in the future'. What she didn't know was that he was going to give her all the practice she would ever need.
Now, he was walking her up the front path instead of directly into the house from the garage. "Your date isn't going to be driving you into my garage, honey." He assured her, his hand in hers like it had been all night. He was in a nice pair of slacks and a polo shirt, tucked neatly into his waistband that was covered by a belt. "So, once he walks you up to the front door, you'll pause on the porch like this, turning to face each other." He murmurs, stopping to make her turn and face him.
"You clearly like each other so if he is an assertive boy, he'll wrap his hand around your waist and tug you up against him like this...cupping the side of your face with his other hand." He played it out, pulling his daughter roughly against his body as he pressed close to her, cupping the side of her face. "You've been wanting this for a long time, so you're eager for the kiss you know is coming. Lets practice that, so I know that you know what you're doing." He adds, leaning in to press his lips against hers, pressing his tongue into her mouth.
It had all started when he overhead her talking on the phone with her friends, trying to pick out what she was going to wear under her dress on prom night. She wanted it to be special as it'd be her first time, losing her cherry to her date. Richard had nearly choked on those words. No grungy kid deserved his beautiful girl! So he had hatched a plan - prom was a week away so he had told her he was going to take her on a practice date (he still didn't let her officially date anyone) so that she wouldn't be so nervous or uncomfortable about things 'in the future'. What she didn't know was that he was going to give her all the practice she would ever need.
Now, he was walking her up the front path instead of directly into the house from the garage. "Your date isn't going to be driving you into my garage, honey." He assured her, his hand in hers like it had been all night. He was in a nice pair of slacks and a polo shirt, tucked neatly into his waistband that was covered by a belt. "So, once he walks you up to the front door, you'll pause on the porch like this, turning to face each other." He murmurs, stopping to make her turn and face him.
"You clearly like each other so if he is an assertive boy, he'll wrap his hand around your waist and tug you up against him like this...cupping the side of your face with his other hand." He played it out, pulling his daughter roughly against his body as he pressed close to her, cupping the side of her face. "You've been wanting this for a long time, so you're eager for the kiss you know is coming. Lets practice that, so I know that you know what you're doing." He adds, leaning in to press his lips against hers, pressing his tongue into her mouth.