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A Father's Gift (Me & Raziel99)

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Kyla sighed as she finished her lass class of the day, she was worn out from the party she had, had that weekend. She had just turned sixteen and everyone at her school wanted to make sure she would remember that day. Oh she did alright, she came home with a bad hangover and a nasty headache the next morning. Now all she wanted to do was go home and go to sleep in her bed, with no one bothering her.

She was a blond haired, brown eyed girl her height was about 5'4 1/2 and she weighted about 123lbs. She went to a school where they had to wear uniforms. Every student had to wear one, Kyla hated their uniforms which were black skirts, black shirts and sweaters followed by knee eye socks that were black as well and a pair of black shiny dress shoes. She hated the school as well, the only good thing there was her father.

Kyla headed down some steps and made her way towards her father's office wondering why he had called her in. She would have gone home and a few hours later he would have been there as well, she has no mother, the woman had died when Kyla was four years old. Kyla came to his office door and pushed it open seeing her father at his desk she shut the door behind her and walked over. "What is it you wanted to see me about, daddy?" she asked him.
 
Damien was sitting in his study after school ended and he did his post class work, although tests still had to be graded. He was behind his desk, and he was quiet as he finished the page he was working on, as if he was ignoring Kyla, although he wasn’t. He just didn’t like stopping before certain points in his work. He looked up afterward, smiling at her although it was a sad smile.

“Kyla, I am disappointed in you. I know you can do better than this.” He held up her test paper, which had a red mark of 72% on the top. He stood slowly, his 6-foot-even height towering over his daughter. “Are you going to do better next time? These English tests aren’t that difficult.”

Damien was wearing his school clothes, simple black dress pants and his blue button-up shirt, a hand pushing his glasses up the brim of his nose. He smiled softly to himself. Kyla looked just like her mother did when she was young.
 
Kyla stared at her father before she blew some blond hair out of her eyes and she sat down on a chair across from his desk. "I'm sorry daddy but English bores me so much. I hate doing it, it makes me so sleepy." she said and leaned her head on her hand that rested on the chair arm. "I promise I will try better though, just because it was you who asked me and not so rude old lady of a teacher." she said with a small smile.

She felt so tired and worn out but she was always more than happy to be with her father. "I guess, its just my weak point, I do better in all my other classes but I don't find the boring except for PE but that is a class that all the girls hate." Kyla laughed softly as she pulled her hair back out of her face and then watched her father and cocked her head to the side. "Why are you staring at me like that?" she said gently.

She knew her father missed her mother, she also knew that she looked at lot like her. Kyla was little when her mother had been killed in a house fire, Kyla and her father hadn't been home at the time. She smiled gently and stood up before she gently hugged her father and grabbed her test paper from him. She then moved and stuffed the paper in her book bag and turned to look at the flower she had given him a week before. "You haven't been watering it, its going to die." she said.
 
“It can be boring, but it’s school. It’s supposed to be for learning, not entertainment. But thank you. You only have one more year after this one until you graduate, and I don’t want to be the one to hold you back in class.” Damien sat down as she took the paper, his hand resting on her thigh for a moment as she sat. “I’ll take your promise though, princess. Keep yourself to it.”

Damien stretched, yawning lightly before looking over, frowning, “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll water it in a minute, after I am done grading these tests. You should go on and get ready for bed, it’s starting to get late and you need to be up for school tomorrow. Make me proud, princess.”
 
Kyla sighed and nodded her head before she hurried out the door and headed down the street to their house. Once there she ate a quick supper and made her way up the stairs. She took a fast shower and pulled her pajama shirt and pants on as she lay in her bed. She switched on the tv watching her favorite tv show for awhile then she yawned and looked at the clock, she knew her father would be home soon, she hoped that he had found the food she has left in the fridge for him.

She turned the tv off, grabbed a drink of water from her bathroom and sat the glass on her bedside table. Kyla then turned the lights off in her room and rolled over pulling the blanket up to her chin. Her back was facing the door which was only open a crack. Kyla hardly ever shut the door all the way to her room, her father was either at work or busy with other things, and when it was shut it meant she was changing. Things were about to change for her though, soon her father would be her lover.
 
It was a few hours before Damien was able to get home, and it was already dark out by the time his car pulled up the driveway. Damien didn’t bother with being quiet, heading inside, putting his briefcase near the door for tomorrow, kicking his shoes off and heading to the kitchen. He saw the dinner Kyla left out for him, eating quickly before heading upstairs. He stopped at Kyla’s room, looking in at her sleeping for a minute before going to his room, undressing slowly, stretching with easier movement before heading to bed.

He woke up early the next morning, yawning and looking at the clock before getting up, heading to the bathroom to shower. It was long and hot, soaking in the water with his eyes closed as he was lost in thought. Martha… I raised a beautiful girl for you. I wish you were here to see her. He turned the water off after a while, stepping out and drying off before dressing quickly and heading downstairs. “Let’s go, Kyla, time for school.”
 
Kyla groaned, she didn't want to go to school that day but she got up dressed and made her way down the stairs eating an apple on the way out. She sighed as she went through classes that day banging her head on her desk a few times. Kyla was in a real bad mood that morning, almost everything was pissing her off. "I don't give a fuck." she snapped at one of her friends before she walked out of her last class before her English class with her father.

Kyla walked into English and sat down in the back of the class, her eyes were red and her cheeks were wet. She had been crying somewhere which no one seemed to care. The girl just sighed and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her jacket and listened as her father began to teach that afternoon. She seemed to zone him out some of the time then she would snap out of it and start to listen to his words again. Her father was a good teacher it was just she hated English, it made her mad.

She slumped her head on her desk when they took their test, she answered all but one question right, she then handed her test in and sat back down. She soon fell asleep at the back of the class. Kyla didn't even wake up when the bell sounding the end of the day went off. Kyly just felt so angry and so tired that he didn't wake up. Her head was buried in her crossed arms and she had her hood on her head.
 
It had been a long, boring day for Damien. He usually didn’t mind the hours and the repetition of class, but today it just seemed to grate on him as he taught the same two lessons to two different grades of schooling. He sighed and sat down for the interim before the last class, closing his eyes and getting a moment of rest before he was standing once more, teaching.

He saw how Kyla was today, and he couldn’t help but frown inwardly, wondering what happened to her today that got her so upset that she seemingly fell asleep and was just inattentive today. He didn’t say anything yet, nothing until the class was over for the day and people were filing out. “Kyla, could you stay after for a few minutes?”

He waited until the whole class filed out, looking outside before closing and locking the door, lowering the blinds. He didn’t bother with the windows, they were on the third floor. He moved to sit at his desk in the classroom, looking over his daughter. “What happened today, Kyla? Did someone do something to you?”
 
Kyla looked over at her father and bit her lip which had been split from a fight she had got into earlier that morning. "Some of the older girls were picking on me, one slapped me across the face. I didn't do anything back though, then two more held me down while the other punched me in the stomach and across the face." Kyla said as tears came to her eyes. She stood up and ran over to her father burying her head into his chest as she began to cry. "They split my lip." she whimpered.

She shyly lifted her shirt up showing off her flat stomach but there were bruises on it. "Its not to bad but I am a bit sore. Why do they pick on me Daddy, I didn't to anything to them, or towards them. I leave them alone but they still come after me." Kyla sobbed as she stared at her father. "I am sorry about class today, I was really trying." she wiped her tears on the back of her sleeve as she dropped her shirt down. "I even got some books out at the school library to help me understand Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet." she said weakly a small smile on her lips.
 
Damien was slow, looking over Kyla for any serious wounds, looking over her face, then fingers trailing over her stomach after he had pulled her onto his lap, worried about the light bruising but marveling at the soft skin she had. He frowned at her question about the girls but ignored it for the moment, smiling at her hard work for his class. “I’m proud of your work, Princess. You can retake the test when we get home, ok? I’m sure you’ll do well on it. As for the girls, stay away from them, and if they start something, get a teacher. If there aren’t any nearby, then get out of there. I don’t want you getting hurt again.”

He pulled her close for a warm hug, his arms shifting to hold her close. A hand had slid down, along her hip to her leg, fingers lightly trailing on her inner thighs. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? Don’t let other girls injure you like this.”
 
Kyla yelped slightly when she felt her father pull her suddenly into his lap but she stared up at him a bit unsure as she felt his hand move over her stomach. It tickled a bit but she didn't mind it to much, she was just glad he was happy. "I will do my best on the test daddy, I promise I will." she said into his chest as she felt him pull her close. His words touched her and made her smile, she relaxed against him even though she ached a bit from the fight. "Yes daddy, I promise to stay away from those girls. I tried to get away but they held me so tightly." Kyla whispered.

She took in a breath when she felt his fingers moving over her inner thigh but she relaxed once more at his words, the sounded so soothing to her. "I know daddy, you tell me almost every day that I am beautiful, that I look like mother." Kyla said a smile coming over her lips as she looked up into her father's eyes. "I'm not a fighter daddy, you know its hard for me to get away from those who have me pinned." she muttered as she buried her head back into his chest and closed her eyes, she hadn't been hugged like this for a very long time.
 
“You do look like your mother, very much so.” Damien’s fingers trailed up along her inner thigh, stopping just before touching her panties. “You’re the last piece of your mother I have left, but I wouldn’t have it any other way, Princess.” His hand retreated for the moment, although it slid up her side afterward. “Don’t let them surround you, and if you have to, yell for help. I don’t want you getting hurt anymore.”

His hand slid to cup her breast through her clothing then, a hand wrapped around her hips to hold her sitting across his lap still. “Let me make you feel better.” His eyes locked onto hers, a soft, warm smile on his lips. “I will make the pain go away and you’ll feel so much better. Then we can go home for the weekend.”
 
She let out a small squeak when she felt her father's hand grope her breast then the other wrap around her hips holding her in his lap. Kyla looked up at her father wide eyed and cocked her head to the side. "I will remember for next time daddy. Uh what are you talking about?" she asked as she looked confused. She stared into her father's eyes unsure of what he was talking about as she lay her head back against his chest once more.

She pushed against him slightly feeling a bit nervous, the way he was touching her was a way a father shouldn't. "Daddy, are you feeling alright? Were you up late again doing work last night?" she croaked as she squirmed a bit wondering if she could get free of his grasp but her father was a strong man. Kyla grunted his hands were wrapped around her body tightly, she had a feeling it was for some demented reason.

"Daddy, please let me go. I want to go home now." she whimpered as she pushed her hands against his chest. She could feel his strong muscles against her palms. Kyla was feeling very nervous and awkward but sadly she wasn't going anywhere, not until her father was done with her that is. "Daddy." she whimpered and stared up at him with very confused and slightly scared eyes.
 
“Why are you scared, princess?” His voice was soft, calm as he smiled softly, trying to calm her down. “You don’t think I would hurt you, do you? Because I wouldn’t.” His hand was slow on her breast, fingers shifting to tease against her peak through her clothes. But then, he stopped, his arm letting go of her hip.

“We can go home if you want.” He finally said. “I’ll grade the tests at home. The weekend should be nice to relax through.” He sat there, waiting for her to move. Either she would or she wouldn’t, and he would know what to do next with her.
 
She trembled slightly her body felt funny to her and she wondered what was up with it. She looked up at her father staying right there in his lap shaking her head to clear her thoughts. "I know you would never hurt me daddy." she whispered. Kyla had rock hard nipples now thanks to his touch, her pussy was already starting to soak as well. He could see it dripping down her inner thigh from under her skirt.

She just lay there panting softly her face slightly flushed, she felt fuzzy to her head. "Daddy, I feel strange." Kyla whispered as her legs trembled slightly and she felt something wet and stick dripping down the inside of her thighs. Her body was all hot and it was bothering her. "Daddy, my body is burning up." she whimpered and stared up at him with very confused eyes.
 
Damien chuckled softly at the confused look and voice from Kyla. He leaned down, kissing her cheek softly. “I suppose I should talk to the school about better sex education if you don’t know these feelings you are having. Calm down, take a deep breath, and let me take care of everything. But stay quiet, we don’t want anyone coming in here, do we?”

His hand slid back up her side, cupping her breast before slowly sliding down then up under her shirt to do it a little closer. His other hand was on her hip once more, less oppressive, fingers at the top of her skirt. “Let me love you.”
 
She blushed madly from what her father had said but she nodded her head and bit her bottom lip as she felt his hand go up her shirt and grasp her chest. Her eyes went wide and she let out a soft moan before she arched up again against his touch. His hand against her skirt is what shocked her the most but she wasn't going to stop her dad, well not just yet.

"They don't like that kind of thing here. You know that." she whispered about the sex education but for every person who had sex the feelings were different. As for Kyla she was a virgin so never being touched like this before made her feel very strange. She gritted her teeth and arched up against him again feeling another shiver go down her spine. Her nipples were rock hard and he could feel that through her bra.
 
“Yes, they don’t like much that is actually useful in the real world, do they?” He chuckled slightly as his eyes roamed her body, familiar but alien to him at the same time, her shudders of need definitely noticed. He felt her taut peaks against his palm, and he teased against her before pulling back. He helped her to her feet, standing himself and getting his briefcase.

“Let’s go home early today, princess, and continue this there. You won’t have to worry about controlling yourself there. Sound good?” He smiled warmly to her, hugging her. “Let’s hurry, don’t want to keep you waiting on this.”
 
Kyla blushed madly from her father's words and stared him in the eyes. "Yes your right daddy." she said and held his hand as they made their way out of the class and home. Once home she let out a huge sigh running up the stairs to the bathroom. She was embarrassed with herself, she grabbed a rag and began to wipe between her legs. She stared down between her legs at her drenched panties and blushed madly, she couldn't believe how messy she had made them. She bit her lip then heard her father coming up the stairs and she threw the rag into the tub.

"In here daddy." she said as she came from her bathroom and smiled at him. She pulled her shirt down so it wasn't so wrinkled against her flesh. She bit her lip and then felt another dribble run down her leg and she closed them tightly feeling embarrassed about the feeling, she didn't know it was alright to feel something like this, to have a wet pussy from being touched. She shifted a bit and then slumped herself onto her bed but keeping her legs shut, she stared up at the ceiling unsure what to do next, she had never done anything like this before in her life.
 
Damien led her from the classroom and the school, to the car, then drove them home. It wasn’t far, but it was a heavy silence between the two of them as she went into the house first. He was slower, heading to his study to put his suitcase there for later before heading upstairs. He found her coming out of the bathroom and he smiled, eyes going over her as she straightened out her shirt.

“I see, princess.” He said softly, wrapping an arm around her and leading her to his room. He was slow in his walking, opening the door, sitting on the bed and positioning her to stand in front of her. His eyes went hungrily over her before locking onto her eyes, a hand tugging lightly on her shirt. “Take this off, Kyla. This and what is under it.”
 
Kyla blushed madly at her father's words but she shivered and her hands fumbled as she unbuttoned her shirt and dropped it to the floor her hands moved and she unhooked her bra. She gripped her chest after she dropped her bra to the floor. Her whole body trembling from head to toe as she looked up at her father, she was beet red in the face. "Daddy, I'm scared." she managed to croak as she sat down on the end of his bed before she passed out from her mix of emotions.

Kyla loved her father but she was also very nervous about what was happening, she had never ever done anything so erotic in her life. She bit her lip as she started to shake and tremble all over again. "Daddy, I'm really really scared. Its going to hurt, please don't hurt me." she whimpered thinking about going back on her idea but something told her father wouldn't stop until he had taken her that night.

"Maybe, uh we should do this another time." she said leaning forward and staring at the bruises on her stomach and all over her body. She felt tears coming down her cheeks. She bit her lip then stood up and hugged her father tightly as she lay her head against his chest. "I'm not pretty enough, for you." she whispered ashamed of how bruised up and slightly cut up she looked that day.
 
She was a nervous wreck, he could see that, and as she hugged him, his arms wrapped warmly around her, holding her close. “Shh… it’s ok, Princess…” It was a soft sound from his throat, his head lowering to kiss the top of her head. “You are very pretty. Prettier than even your mother. Don’t let others make you think otherwise, even with what they did to you.” His hand came around, fingers lightly brushing along her stomach.

His hand came up, fingertips on her chin as he tilted her head to look at him. “It will hurt, but only for a moment. And it will be nothing compared to other feelings. I promise, ok? So don’t be scared.” He kissed her forehead, his eyes soft and caring as his hand ran along the side of her body, finding her leg once more, brushing along her inner thigh, feeling the dribble of moist heat there.

A smile came to his lips. “Don’t tell me you don’t like the idea, your body seems to be craving it. Give into it, Princess. I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”
 
Kyla relaxed when she heard her father's words a smile coming to her lips. She stared up into his eyes and blushed a bit when she felt his hand move inside her thigh. "I trust you daddy, I always thought mom was prettier than me. Your always too kind to me daddy." she whispered and relaxed finally as her hands fell to her sides. "I don't know what I want, my body is on fire." she whispered and closed her eyes tightly as she leaned her body warm hands on her body, she didn't want him to remove them from her, she liked the warmth it gave her body.
 
Damien’s hands were slow and cautious against her, on wrapped around her hips in a half hug as she was on his lap, the other slowly teasing her. “I am hardly kind to you, Princess. Just truthful.” His hand slid up from her thigh, up along her side before cupping her breast, gently rubbing and stroking, feeling her nipple pebble in his touch. But it was short lived, hand moving back down to her thigh.

His finger brushed up slowly, until they were against her soaked panties. “Oh, look at you, so needy.” His fingertips stroked lightly through the thin cloth before he shifted, his hands moving to the lip of her panties, pulling them down and off, tossed to the side. His one arm moved to hold her again while his fingers went back, stroking her soaked lips slowly. “Does it feel good?”
 
She shivered as he made her nipples hard from his touch, she blushed madly when she suddenly felt his hand move down between her legs pushing against her panties. "You made my body like this daddy." she said softly and closed her eyes tightly as she felt his hand moved again and slip her panties off, she grasped his shirt tightly as his other arm and hand held her up against him.

"Daddy!" she cried out in shock when she suddenly felt his fingers back against her virgin lips and his touch was warm. "It feels funny." she whispered not used to anyone's hands behind down there but her own. It made her slightly feel awkward because of it being her father but she pushed that thought aside, closed her eyes and take a few deep breathes so she could get used to his touch.
 
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