Prologue

I was so excited. It was my birthday and my father had promised me a huge surprise for my present. I had no idea what he could possibly have had in mind for my birthday. He had pretty much given me everything I had asked for, from all my stuffed animals to even his cock a couple years ago. My mother has been out of the picture since just before my turning six. My feelings for my father developed several years ago, but it wasn’t until, with some forward convincing, for him to finally give in to me.

First all I got was to suck him off and then I got all of him, fully thrusting into me. The last great accomplishment was him climaxing in me. But now, unless he had some crazy out of the house sex planned, I had no idea what he had planned. All I did know about my present was that he was taking me out to dinner and then the rest of the evening was going to be at home. I knew it would be something special, maybe not as special as me finally having my father, but special nonetheless.

While I get dressed in a summer dress that I had bought just for the night’s events, my mind was running with these thoughts. I looked at myself in the mirror, pulling my long auburn hair and securing it with a hair tie. I marveled at the way the dress molded to my young body. I have always been proud of my body, and so has my father. Of course it wasn’t always this way. In fact it wasn’t until my chest burst into something very womanly that I was afraid I’d never be able to seduce my father. As I gazed at myself, I took note of how the cut in the dress shows off my cleavage. I couldn’t help but just smile at myself.

I heard the front door open and close and quickly slipped away from the mirror. I was sitting on the bed, putting my boots on when my father stepped into the doorway. For being nearly forty, my father still looks young with no greying in his hair or beard and a body of a man fifteen years his junior. I think he is sexier than any boy in my high school. His beard is my favorite. He keeps it cut to a two day growth, always complaining that anything more makes him look older. I don’t care wither way, so long as I have something to run my fingers through.

“Hi, Papa,” I said with a smile, looking up at him.

He was dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a red shirt He didn’t plan on a fancy dinner, just something simple. He seemed more excited about my gift than anything else. The dinner is more of a formal occasion than anything else.

“Good afternoon, Ursula, sweetheart,” he answered.

When I stood up and gave him a hug and kiss, I could feel his cock pressing against his jeans. “If you’re that excited to see me, Papa,” I purred, sounding hopeful, “I think we have time before dinner.”

“And ruin how lovely you look for me right now?” he asked, shaking his head. “No, I can wait. Besides, you’ll need your strength for later.”

“You must have really gotten something special,” I said sheepishly. I felt a little guilty for expecting something over the top this year.

“Well, I have to get something better every year,” he replied, grinning mischievously.

“Nothing can top you, Papa,” I said, hugging him again and then throwing another kiss on him. “Never.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he answered with a wink. “Now, are you ready for your birthday dinner?”

I smiled at him with a twinkle in I am sure was in my eyes. “Sure am. Although I would much rather know what my present is.”

He shook his head, and I saw his cock jerk. “Nice try, but a birthday dinner is the tradition.” He shook his head. “We’re not going to break tradition, and you’re not going to try to trick me into giving in. Not this time.”

Still close to my father, I looked up into his eyes. “The last few times seemed to have turned out good for the both of us,” she remarked coyly.

He swatted me gently on the ass, making me purr. “Get you jacket, it’s a bit nippy outside.”

We ended up going to dinner at a local restaurant, nothing big or fancy. I didn’t really care where it was. I was far more excited about my gift, plus not having to really dress up was nice. But as we went into the restaurant and see how the other customers were dressed, I did feel a bit overdressed. My father talked about my mother and how they had met in high school and married soon after graduation. My birthday is the only time he ever talks of her. It there is any bitterness, he never expresses it. I don’t really remember my mother that well, but from the way my father speaks of her, I can tell that she was a very special woman. And though I don’t remember much, I miss her dearly.

By the time dinner is over and we are heading back home, I am on pins and needles. All through dinner I had asked my father what my present was but he just smiled and told me to eat my dinner. Once we are back home, I try again. “What is my present, Papa?”

He smiles at me. “Go upstairs. It’s in your room.”

I gave him a kiss on the lips and climbed out of the car. I waited for him to unlock the door and then I ran upstairs to my room. When I opened the door, my breath caught in my throat. Sitting on the bed was the biggest teddy bear I have ever seen. My eyes roamed over it and when they settled toward the spot between the bear’s legs, I muttered breathlessly, “Oh my…” With trembling legs I stepped toward the teddy. I took notice that all of my other stuffed animals were gone and that that giant bear was all that was left.

“Like what you see?” my father’s voice suddenly cuts through the air.

I spun around. My father was wearing a wolfish grin and nothing but a pair of boxers. I let my eyes drift down over his muscular chest and then past his boxers where I saw his cock peeking out of one of the legs. I let my eyes drift back to his face and feel a blush cover my cheeks. My pussy is leaking like a faucet. “I do, Papa,” I answered. “But what happened to all my other stuffed animals?”

Still grinning, he said, “The lady at the shop said that with Secks you won’t need any of your old ones. She didn’t elaborate any more on it though.”

“So is he my present or is the strap-on?” I asked, narrowing my eyes for a second before turning back around to face the giant teddy bear.

My father didn’t answer right away. His eyes seemed busy looking over me. I could feel them roaming over me before settling between my legs. I love it when he does that when I watch! He has seen me naked many, many times over the past few years, but I have yet to ever make him tired of being with me. “Apparently that isn’t a strap-on, but part of Secks. When it is out, he’s ready for you.”

I stole a glance back at him. “Ready for me?” When my father nodded, I looked back and reached out for the pink member. It contrasted while fitting perfectly with the teddy’s pinkish-white fur.

“Curie said that the smaller curved head will ease up in you. The smooth, bulging upper shaft, with the few slight ridges on the bottom, offers a fun way to ramp up your experience,” my father explained, obviously reciting the shop owner’s words. “And the slightly wrinkled sheath finishes you off.”

“So I’m supposed to…” I began to say.

“Yes,” he finished. “You are to fuck it. I know you are interested in doing so much more, and I don’t want to deprive you of that.”

I knew exactly where my father was headed with that. Despite his words ringing true, I of course argued with him. “But, Papa, you’re the only man I want to be with.”

“As in a companion?” he asked.

“Yes, Papa,” I implored. “I want to marry you.”

“Well, I don’t know if we could get away with that,” he chuckled.

“Well, we can live like we are,” I protested.

“Yes, we can,” my father said, smiling. “But I know you are interested in seeing what it’s like to fuck someone else. And that is what Secks is for, to curb that curiosity.”

“I couldn’t want anyone else, Papa,” I disagreed with him.

“Well, in case you did,” he compromised. “Secks here will apparently fulfill all your needs that I may not be able to.”

“But…” I started to protest again.

My father held up his hand to stop me from forming any other words. “Just give Secks a try.”

“You’re going to watch?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Am I going to get fuck you, Papa?” I asked, looking a bit sad at the prospect of not being able to.

“Of course you are,” he said. “It’s your birthday, so you get to do what you want to do. Secks isn’t a replacement, but something to keep you busy, especially when I’m at work and when you’re not at school.”

I absorbed the words, standing there nervously for a moment.  I have only ever been with my father and while I have played with myself many times, it has never been in front of him. Now I was expected to fuck that stuffed animal with a toy strapped to it. Well, it apparently isn’t a toy. There was something odd about the bear, some feeling I couldn’t quite figure out. If it wasn’t a toy, then my father just got me something very special and amazing.

“I’m not sure you’ll like it,” I said, almost weakly.

“Oh, I’m going to like it,” he said, stepping farther into the room. “Let Secks make you feel good and enjoy yourself. You can never disappoint me.”

Very slowly, I moved toward the stuffed bear. I pulled off my dress, shivering when I felt the material sliding across my skin. Once the dress was gone, I stood there showing off my bare naked body to both my father and the bear. My father, I know, had to resist just reaching out to pull me in and ravish me.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” he said instead breathlessly.

I blushed at the words. I had heard them many, many times whether I was naked and not. I had heard them may times before the sexual aspect of our relationship even began. But hearing it then felt like the first time again. “Thank you, Papa,” I said softly.

He glanced over to the teddy bear sitting alone on the bed. “It looks like Secks is waiting for you,” he informed me.

My eyes followed, dropping onto the teddy’s rock hard cock jabbing into the air like a pike guarding a fort. I looked back at my father with saucer-like eyes. “I don’t know if I can do that, Papa,” I said.

“Sure you can,” he answered, reaching up to cup a breast. He heard me take in a sharp intake of air and let his fingers gently caress it. “I’ll help you lose some of that anxiety.” Then without another word, he gently pulled me closer so that I was barely a hairsbreadth away from him. He lifted his head up and gently took my breast between his lips, sucking tenderly at the hard nipple while allowing his hand to traverse over the other one.

“Oh, Papa…” I purred, closing my eyes, feeling a pulling sensation against my nipple.

My father took my nipple in his hand and lightly squeezed, making me sigh with pleasure. “Feeling a more relaxed? Think you can fuck Secks for me?”

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