Daddy, Take Me Ch. 15

He stood and helped me up, and we walked through the Sorbonne campus and then to the river. We crossed the Pont de Sully and walked around the tiny island of Ile Saint-Louis, Notre Dame, just across the short stretch of water from where we were standing. It had a very small-town feel, and the ambience was quite different from the city proper. I loved it. Daddy took me for some Berthillon ice cream because, he said, it was some of the best he had ever tasted. He was right! We popped into the art galleries, 'til dad walked me into a very smart jewellery store. He needed something for Maggie, Lily, and my mums so this seemed to be a good choice. An hour later we walked out, gifts properly wrapped for the trip home. As we were leaving, I saw a lovely silver, partially filigreed bracelet and fell in love with it. [Maisie would love it, I thought.] I asked if they could engrave something on the underside, and they said they could. Fabulous! I wrote what I wanted, specifying English, and said we would collect it tomorrow or Sunday. I couldn't be happier! We continued our little tour, surprised as there weren't as many tourists as we were expecting.

This almost felt like a honeymoon, as daddy would press me into stolen doorways and romantically kiss me, as if I was his much younger bride.

We crossed over the Pont Notre Dame, where I coerced daddy into posing for a few photos, and then selfies. I knew he hated this part, but as always, he indulged his Little One. I'd send them home as soon as we stopped for another coffee. I was in a particularly skittish mood, my earlier orgasm still swelling through my body. He asked if I was still up for a walk before we returned to the room for a small 'nap'. Hmm. I surprised him by saying a walk would be just grand, hoping we'd find a place where I could seduce this remarkable man. We crossed the Pont Neuf and hailed a taxi. Daddy directed him along the Seine, so we could take in a few of the sights, 'til we came to the Rodin Museum and Gardens. Perfect, I thought lustfully.

We walked, hand in hand, through the house, then headed out to the gardens. I was looking for a secluded place where I could get, uh, comfortable with daddy. I easily spotted the Eiffel Tower in the distance through the gardens, so I took his hand and headed that way, a slight skip in my step that he noticed.

"C'mon...dad...Let's find somewhere, uh, private?" I asked, biting my lower lip. The afternoon sun was dipping, as I found a quiet spot amidst the roses and plane trees. No one had wandered by, as it was pretty secluded, so I pushed him up against one of the grey-barked plane trees. "Shhhh," I whispered, and fell to my knees.

"Chloe...really?" he half-complained.

"Yes, dad...really," I smiled and unzipped his khakis, his cock already hard. "Just relax, daddy," I smiled, and licked his stiff shaft, wetting his pole. I wrapped my hands around the rigid member and engulfed his glans, my tongue swirling through his slit, his pre-cum oozing into my mouth. Daddy slowly fucked my mouth, my throat wrapped around his meaty cock. I moaned onto his shaft, more out of lust than to get him off, but I knew he could feel my vibrations. My tongue followed his thick vein, and I kissed the underside of his sensitive prick, his moans sounding sexier, as I savoured his substantial cock. My hands held his covered balls, as I squeezed them, wanting my father to finish himself off in my obliging mouth.

I pulled my mouth from him, my eyes looking up and whispered, "Fill me, daddy," and sucked his thin secretions from his slit. Daddy pulled my head into him, and fucked my mouth more. I could feel my face reddening as he used me, his prick throbbing and leaking into my moaning mouth. I loved his pulsing vein, knowing he was so close. I twisted his wet shaft and moaned as he came, his thick sperm spurting into my mouth, and down my open throat. Fuck...I wanted him to cum on me, cover me with his pungent scent, but this would suffice...for now. I gulped and swallowed each quivering burst, so proud that I was able to please my daddy. When I felt the last feeble spurt, I pulled off, licking up the heavy, dripping residue. I felt like such a baby-slut, as I rubbed his still-hard member across my face, his cum leaving a little sheen. I squeezed his shaft, even if he was trying to push my head from his sensitive cock, and sucked the last dollop seeping from his slit.

I pulled off, as daddy chuckled like a madman, his chest heaving in and out as he tried to catch his breath, as silently as possible. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up, my cummy mouth finding his and pushing my tongue into his mouth, knowing he was tasting himself, which set me off, my panties wetting themselves. He stealthily pushed his still-hard cock into his trousers, as I held and smothered my musky face over his.

"Happy, daddy," I smirked, and smiled.

"You can only imagine how much..." he huffed, his hands sweeping through my hair, as we held each other.

Daddy graciously handed me his handkerchief, as I tried to clean myself up. God, I felt so alive! We headed back to the hotel, but stopped off for a quiet drink...mainly so I could wash a bit of his taste off my tongue. I giggled, as I drank the small red wine, dad knowing what was going through my head.

"I'd still prefer you, daddy," I smiled coyly, taking another sip of the cold wine.

"You're such a bad daughter," he humphed.

"Lucky for us both then, hmm?" I smiled, as he took my hand, and we made it to the hotel. I flopped on the bed, my feet tired from all the walking. Daddy carefully unzipped my dress and pulled it down, folding it on the nearby chair. I smiled, as he slowly stripped his shirt and trousers off, laying beside me, as I pulled the duvet over us. We embraced, kissed, and fell asleep.

I woke an hour later, daddy's hands inside my panties, holding my butt. I just had to smile to myself. Men, eh? Or rather, daddys, eh? I laid my head on his chest, smelling his manly scent, my fingers fondling his broad chest. We lay together, daddy playing with my hair, and my arms tracing his face and body.

"Shower?" he asked. "We should probably begin getting ready for tonight."

We stripped each other, our tongues and mouths on each other. I lifted his flaccid cock, and swallowed him, his musky scent stirring me, again. Daddy seductively pulled my matted panties down and tenderly kissed my puffed pussy. We finally made it to the shower enclosure, and we preened and explored each other. Daddy slowly knelt behind me, his lips on my tiny butt, as he kissed and licked me, his hand, once again, delving between my legs, fingers sliding through my used pussy. I relaxed my stomach enough to pee in his hand. I felt naughty, but it was his fault! I asked him to choose my dress for tonight, although most were a version of what he had already seen. Mums and I had made sure they were all seductive, but comfortable enough for all the walking we would be doing. I chose an off-white bralette, knowing that showing a little undergarment wouldn't go amiss. Daddy kindly helped me with the matching panties. [Whatever would I do without his help, hmm? I thought.] I cleaned up my trainers, as they went with everything, but also gave me that young, mischievous look we both adored. Dad opted for his light, Harris Tweed jacket, but added a waistcoat to the ensemble. His usual chinos only added to his allure...at least in my eyes!

"Looking good, dad," I smiled.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Little One. You look...delicious," he smiled.

"I hope so. After all..." I cryptically replied. "Are we going to Montmartre tonight?" I asked.

"Yep," he said. "I thought we'd have a walk around there. Your mothers and I have always enjoyed the atmosphere up there. We may even find a place to dance...if you're up to it!" he joked.

"Just try and keep up with me, buster!" I laughed, grabbed my small backpack, and we headed out.

We headed to the Metro, daddy having me navigate our way tonight. In no time, we arrived. Daddy took my hand and we explored the area. It had such a village feel to it, packed with restaurants, cafes, street artists and yes, tourists. As daddy knew the area reasonably well, we headed away from all the usual tourist spots, 'til we arrived in the quietest, quaintest area. I took dozens of photos, knowing this was too picturesque to pass up. I took my phone out and we did a short video for everyone back home. Very touristy, okay, but a gal's gotta do, what a gal's gotta do! We looked at what the street artists were drawing, and daddy insisted I had to get one done.

"Really?" I said, exasperated.

"Please?" he pouted...so I sat. She actually did an excellent portrait, and we were pleased. She rolled it into a cardboard tube, and off we went along the cobblestoned streets, stopping for a gentle drink to take in the sights of the area. Enchanting is the only word I could come up with.

We found a small, family-run restaurant, the owner greeted us like long-lost relatives when he heard dad's French. We were treated to an exquisite four-course meal, the atmosphere romantic and lazy.

"Dad, you do know you'll be the only man I could ever love, hmm?" I said.

"I'm touched, Chloe. Truly, but I, and your mothers, do not want you cutting yourself off to the endless possibilities that are ahead of you. We've talked about the hows and whys of our, well, attachment, but I still need you to find your own way. Chloe, I'll always be here for you; that's a given. Just...live your life. We'd all feel guilty if you didn't," he said.

"Daddy...I know that. I do. I'm just saying that you'll be the only man in my life. It's just the way it is. No one I know has this relationship with their parents. What you three have given me is beyond words. I've said this before, and I'll say it again...I am who I am because of my family...and I couldn't be happier. Certainly, I'm in love with Maisie, totally, actually, but what I have with you is so different. I could never be without you, ya know?" I said. "And I bloody love your cock, daddy," I whispered, and giggled.

"No more than I love your butt, Little One!" he smirked, and took my hand in his.

I still remember sitting there in the fading sun, sharing and eating our meal, as if we were on honeymoon, although it was going to be short. As soon as we returned to Richmond, life would slip back into that normal, and I was okay with that. I had this 'last fling' with my father, which would stay with me forever. I just needed him to know how much I was in love with him.

After the two-hour meal, we set off for Sacré-Cœur basilica, the bells ringing through the relaxed night air. There was something I had to do there. We sat on the steps, getting accosted by the bloody mime 'artists', us trying to keep a straight face. Daddy had his hand on my leg, under my split-opened dress, but I didn't care. We had a few disgusting stares from the passersby, but I could give a damn. I laid my head on his shoulder, the sweeping view of Paris below us. I couldn't wait to bring Maisie here. A sudden wave of sadness overcame me, so I pulled out my phone and FaceTimed her.

"Sorry, dad I...I miss her," I sighed, tears almost dripping.

"Maisie!" I screamed. "How...how are you? We're at Sacré-Cœur, looking over the city, and I'm thinking of you and...I miss you, mon amour," I said, through my tears.

Dad had his arm around me, consoling and holding me close, his warmth and love giving me the strength to carry on. Maisie was taken aback by my outpouring, [as was I, if truth be told!] and said 'hi' to dad and asked what was going on.

"Damn if I know, Maisie. I think she misses you and wishes you were here. Is that right, Chloe?" he asked. I could only nod my head, 'yes'. "She's in love with you, Maisie. She's fine, though, okay?" he said, and let us talk for a few minutes. We were through, so handed the phone to dad.

"She looks happy, Tom. Thanks...for everything. Now, enjoy the rest of your evening. I love you both, too," Maisie said to him, passing the phone back, as I told her I loved and missed her, but would see her soon. I put the phone in my pack, turned to my dad, wrapped my arms around his head, and kissed him violently.

"Sorry, daddy. I...I don't know what came over me. I'm pretty fucking silly, aren't I? One minute I'm telling you how much I'm in love with you, the next, missing Maisie. God...is this fucked up, or what?" I laughed.

"Not at all, darling. Your heart is filled with love, and you're just trying to figure out where each piece belongs. This...this weekend is unusual, so I'm not surprised your emotions are all over the place. It's the end of one...and the beginning of another, hmm?" he said. I sighed, kissed him again and took his hand, heading for the place I wanted--no needed-- to see.

I found the fence easily enough, just below the church. I delved into my backpack and pulled out a lock. I knew I shouldn't be doing it, but I somehow had to. I showed dad the lock I had, and he took it in his hand. I had Maisie's name engraved on it. He smiled, knowing what I was doing and the tradition. We found a good spot, and I unlocked and placed the lock on the fence, closing it, hoping I would remember where it was when I eventually brought my Maisie here. I slipped the key into my purse, daddy hugging me as I did so.

"I know this is a half-arsed way of doing it, but she'll get it," I giggled. I wasn't 'locking' my love away, just waiting, I guess, for Maisie to 'unlock' us when we finally were together.

We found a little cafe, no surprise there actually, sat outside and had a few drinks, savouring the night and each other. I looked at him, his face in profile, as he looked out over the city my family had come to love so much, and my heart was moved. [I was in love with this man, I thought.] We drank, laughed, flirted, and talked about where we had been, and where I wanted to go.

'Bed' was the first place that sprung to mind!

I 'unconsciously' played with the neckline of my dress, pulling it out so he could see my flimsy bralette, as his eyes held mine as we talked. My trainers were not the sexiest footwear to rub up and down his leg, but they were too cumbersome to take off. Sure, my toes may have stirred him more, but...I pulled him over the small table by his lapels and kissed him deeply, my tongue sliding beneath his so easily. "I love you," I said, in my sultriest French. I pulled away, grabbed my wine, and noticed people at the other tables looking at us. I felt proud.

I can still vividly remember us finishing our drinks, and I grabbed his hand, as we walked off down the old streets. My life, even at twenty-one, could not have been better.

We idly walked the streets, me still taking photos and dad pointing out little vignettes of the area's history. We were away from the more 'touristy' area, where I hopefully got some better photos. Daddy would pull me into a doorway, move my hair away, and tenderly kiss me, his hand quickly moving aside my open dress. He had read my mind when I first put it on. As always, he teased me, his fingers sliding along the seam of my panties and playing with the little tufts of pussy hair. This man, my dad, certainly knew how to make a woman feel desirable! Instead of searching out a dance hall, we slowly walked back to the hotel, stopping at little crowded cafés along the way. The embers of our mutual lust were slowly simmering, but he was intent on showing me 'his' Paris.

The full moon was high over the city when we finally returned to our room. We sat on the balcony, a last glass of Chablis in the breezy evening, talking earnestly about the day...and us. As much as I was trying to get dad to somehow agree to continue our physical relationship, he was pretty adamant that it was unwise.

"Chloe, you must understand that your mums and I have thirty-plus years of life experiences behind us. We'd all be robbing you of those, wouldn't we? Your mothers and I have loved, had our hearts broken, travelled, and lived before we finally came together. You haven't had that chance yet. We don't want you to be dependent on us, understand? God, we love you so much, but you need to find your own way. I...we'll always be there for you; I think you know that, but sex can get in the way. So, let's just enjoy the next few days and transition into the next part of our relationship, okay?" he asked, visibly hurt by the words he had spoken, but I knew he was right.

"I know you're right, daddy. You all are...as much as it pains me, I get it, 'kay? I know I'll always have you, though, so that will have to do. I'm still hoping I can sleep with you all once in a while?" I said, pushing my luck.

"I'm certain your mums have discussed that already, Little One. I'd be fine with that, although I'm sure there'll be a few provisos!" he chuckled.

"Well, until then...perhaps we should go to bed? I still wouldn't share this with any other man than you, though," I smiled, stood and took his hand. We closed the balcony door, the full moon streaming through the door, as we looked at each other.

I wrapped my arms around his head, pulled him down and embraced him. "Let's make love," I whispered. I slid his tweed jacket off his shoulders, my body shivering from the night air, and the memories we would make tonight. He tried to unbutton my dress, but I pushed his hands away. "Shhhh," I whispered. "I've got this, dad," I smirked.

I slowly unbuttoned his waistcoat, my fingers digging into his chest, as I slid it over his broad shoulders. Daddy's hands were in my hair, gently running his fingers through the strands of my brunette-tinged locks. I lent my face into his hand, absorbing his scent and strength. With a certain confidence, I unbuttoned his shirt, taking my time so I could tease myself...even more than I was already! I roughly pulled the ends from his trousers, leaving the shirt hanging loosely on his firm body. As I began to unbuckle and unzip his chinos, he pulled my head back, planting little kisses, then bites, on my neck.

"Ohhhh, daddy...don't...please. Just let me..." I sighed, but he continued his soft onslaught.

I rubbed his stiff, covered shaft, and he pulled my hair tighter. I brought my fingers to his nipples and squeezed, then twisted them both. His long, almost-muted moan made my pussy throb. I moved my hand back to his rigid cock and squeezed. As I knelt, his trousers came with my hands, over his tight ass and down his legs. I quickly undid his shoes, daddy kicking them away, then stepped out of his slacks. I lent in, smelling his musky scent and his stained boxers. He pulled my head sharply to his daddy-meat, and I sniffed his manliness. I rapidly pulled the boxers down, the leaking cock swinging against my face. I lifted him in my small hand, looked up at him, and slapped his prick across my face. I could hear him mutter a low, "Ohh, fuck," and smiled. I stroked his shaft, his hardness barely needing my soft hand to rise to the occasion. I held him, leaned in, and kissed his red, bulbous head, licking his pre-cum as softly as possible. I stood quickly, turned and walked away, teasing him, as my lithe hips swung side to side.

I turned, looked at him, and uttered, "I'm yours, daddy," as he walked to me, naked and proud, as I kicked my trainers off. He resolutely walked to me, taking me in his arms. He leaned in to kiss me, but I moved my lips from his. He looked at my shy smile and leaned in again to taste me, but I moved my head back, again. Daddy smirked at my playfulness even as I leant into him, but this time he pulled his lips away from my glossy ones. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in again, but he was too strong and pulled back, my lips searching for his in the lasciviousness between us. He smiled devilishly, as he slowly unbuttoned my dress, knowing I couldn't stop him. I leaned in again, and frustratingly he pulled back again without a word spoken. He loosened the belt, tightly cinched around my slender waist, pulled the dress off my shoulders, and then pushed it over my hips, 'til it fell to my feet. I stepped out of the ragged mess and kicked it away. I leant in once again, too eager now for the connection with his mouth, but he moved away.