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Chelle was one of the hottest 18-year-olds around. With long, black hair, green eyes and a tight, toned body, it wasn't hard to see why so many of her college classmates wanted to date her.
However, for as hot as Chelle was, she was also an incredible tease.
She was always wearing low-cut tops, or shorts that accentuated her perky butt.
And, in general, her entire personality was flirty. She was fun and energetic, and loved to joke around with the guys, always seeming to find a reason to touch them.
Especially me.
Whenever she laughed, it was like the entire room lit up and I couldn't help but get caught up in her infectious giggles.
Her smile was absolutely perfect. She was the kind of girl you just had to have, no matter the cost.
As her father, it was hard to keep my thoughts to myself and my dick in my pants.
So, it wasn't exactly a surprise when Chelle came to me a few months ago.
"Daddy, I've been thinking," she said.
We were sitting in the living room, watching a movie, when Chelle got up and sat on my lap, throwing her arms around me. Instantly, my cock got hard.
"What have you been thinking about?" I asked.
"I was wondering, if you wanted to..." she paused and took a deep breath, before whispering the rest into my ear, "have sex with me."
From her lips to my brain, then to my cock.
"What?" I said, my eyes bugging out of my head.
"You heard me. I want you to fuck me," Chelle said, this time louder.
"Shh!" I said, placing a finger over my lips. Her mother was just in the other room and the walls weren't exactly made of stone.
"Well? What do you think?" Chelle asked, a devilish grin on her face.
"Uh... well... I'm your father. Isn't that wrong?"
Her answer to that was to take off her shirt. There she was, sitting on my lap, wearing nothing but a bra. And then that was quickly discarded.
"I'm 18 years old now, daddy. I know what I want. And what I want is you." She giggled huskily, then pressed her perfect, nubile lips to mine, giving me a deep, passionate kiss.
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