Daddy’s Kilted Friend

by Callahan, Kelli

  “This would have been a lot easier if you were wearing your kilt.” She bit down on her bottom lip and grinned.

  “I already told ye—I don’t wear that very often.” I shook my head.

  “Will you wear it for me tonight?” She put her hand on my cock and started stroking.

  “Oh fuck…” I let out a gasp. “Sure, I’ll wear anything ye want.”

  Already wrapped around her little finger. I didn’t expect that to happen so fast…

  “So, this is how I get my way?” She rubbed my cock a little faster. “I always heard a girl could get anything she wanted if she was willing to get down on her knees.”

  “That might be a bit of an exaggeration—but I’m not exactly going to tell you no right now.” A long sigh passed across my lips.

  “This is fun.” She ran her finger along the bottom of my shaft and made me tense up. “Now I know how to get out of my next spanking if I do something naughty.”

  “Depends on what it is.” I narrowed my eyes.

  “I’m sure it’ll be something…” She moved her lips closer to my cock. “Guess I better show you that I can do more than just rub.”

  “Aye.” I nodded and guided the head of my dick towards her lips.

  I had always been a rather dominant man, but I didn’t mind letting her have fun. I could take control if the situation called for it. She had no idea how much I liked a bratty little lass, although none of them had ever called me Daddy before. She was pushing all the right buttons, and she didn’t even realize it. Maybe it was more than just happenstance that drew us together at the festival. There was something about the way she looked at me—the way our bodies generated heat meant for each other—and the playfulness that made it so much fun.

  “Does my tongue feel as good as yours did?” Amelia ran her tongue along the bottom of my cock, where her finger had previously traced.

  “I wouldn’t know…” I let out a gasp.

  “Does it make your head spin?” She swirled her tongue around the top.

  “Aye.” I nodded quickly.

  “Does it make your whole body tingle.” Her tongue descended on my shaft, and she slowly pulled it back to the head.

  “Aye again.” I nodded faster.

  “Then it probably does…” Amelia parted her lips and let my cock slide between them.

  “Fuck…” My eyes nearly rolled back in my head.

  Amelia’s mouth was warm and wet—fucking paradise. My fingers tangled in her hair as she started to slowly move down my shaft. I no longer cared if her sorority sisters came home as long as the lock held. I wanted to enjoy the feeling as long as possible. I would have loved to feel how tight her pussy was, but that could wait until the time was right. I didn’t want to rush or have to stop midway through. She deserved better than that. She deserved the world, and while she might have been playing around, I would damn sure give it to her if I could.

  This isn’t what makes me want to either…

  I watched as a couple of inches disappeared between Amelia’s soft, pouty lips. She might have been a virgin, but she knew how to use her mouth to give pleasure—maybe some things came naturally. The hand that was tangled in her hair rested on the top of her head as she kept working her way down my shaft. Every inch was another level of pleasure, and when she pulled back to the head, she moved just a little faster each time. My balls were starting to tingle, and I hadn’t even felt her lips against them with my cock buried in her throat. That was going to happen if she kept her current pace.

  “Damn, that feels good.” I let out a sigh.

  Amelia seemed to read my reactions, even when I didn’t say anything. Her tongue moved constantly against the bottom of my cock as she pulled it between her lips. My balls began to ache once she got halfway down my cock. Amelia’s soft, wet mouth was making me go crazy in the best way possible. I focused my thoughts and enjoyed the pleasure but did my best not to allow myself to get closer to the release my body craved. It was too good to rush, but we were fighting against time. My thoughts tried to pull me towards the reality of the situation, whether I wanted them to go there or not.

  I don’t need to fight this—it’s the best blowjob I’ve ever had, but I may be covering my dick up in front of a bunch of sorority girls if I make it last.

  “Faster…” I let out a groan. “It feels good.”

  Amelia obeyed my command without missing a beat. I had to mentally come to terms with the urgency of the situation, even if I physically didn’t want to. It was a crime to rush something so good, but I really had to be sensible about it. Amelia seemed more determined to get my entire cock in her mouth once I told her to go faster. She slid my shaft deep into her throat and swallowed to the point of gagging. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, but I had a gnaw of nervousness eating at me.

  “Keep going…” I twisted her hair around my fist, and a growl escaped my throat.

  Amelia pulled my dick deep, swallowed, and then I felt her lips graze my balls. She didn’t gag or choke, she simply held it there until her throat adjusted to my girth. A second later, she was going from the head of my cock to my balls in one swift motion—over and over until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was about to blow, and it was going to be an explosion. I needed to tell her. She was going to have a mouth full of come if I didn’t. I closed my eyes and tried to get the words out.

  “I’m about to come!” I sucked in oxygen, and a gasp rushed across my lips.

  I waited for Amelia to pull away, but she didn’t. She kept her lips moving up and down my shaft as fast as possible. She was going to let me come in her mouth. I wasn’t one to argue if that was what she wanted. My body writhed and squirmed on the bed, I pushed my cock deep into her throat, and then a roar echoed in my chest. My seed erupted from my balls, surged through my shaft, and then exploded into Amelia’s soft, wet mouth. She started swallowing immediately and didn’t stop until every drop had been drained from my soul.

  “Fuck, that was good…” I sighed and released my grip on her hair.

  Amelia kept her lips moving just to make sure there was nothing left. She moved along my shaft with the gentlest caress, and it made my body tingle because it felt amazing, even though I was spent. She finally brought her lips to the head, swirled her tongue around it, and leaned back. I had to take a moment to catch my breath, but then I heard a noise downstairs.

  “Oh shit!” Amelia looked towards the locked down and scrambled for her clothes.

  “They’re home?” I joined her in a frantic attempt to get dressed.

  “I think so.” She nodded quickly.

  “I really am going to have to leave through the window, aren’t I?” I glanced over at it.

  “You don’t have to.” She shook her head. “They can deal with it…”

  “It might make them suspicious if you stay behind at one of the parties later though.” I shrugged. “Fuck it; I can leave through the window.”

  I gave Amelia a quick kiss and we opened the window. Her sorority sisters filed into the house, and once the last one was inside, I carefully stepped out onto the small section of roof underneath her window. It was the part that covered the front porch, so there wasn’t much room, but judging by the discarded cigarette butts the littered it, I assumed her sisters came out there pretty often. Thankfully, there was a tree nearby that looked easy enough to climb down. Amelia watched nervously as I ran to the edge of the roof, jumped, and caught the branch.

  “See you tonight.” I gave her a wave and smiled as I started lowering myself to the ground.

  “Bye…” She watched for a moment and then closed her window.

  I never thought I would be hopping out of a girl’s bedroom window or using a tree to make my escape again, but it reminded me of a few misadventures from high school. I laughed about it once I got to my truck and drove away. Amelia was safe from the disapproving glares of her sorority sisters, and our secret would give us an opportunity to hang out after she started her Frat Party
Crawl—whatever the fuck that was. I was kind of glad she wasn’t going to have to participate in the entire thing since it would likely involve a lot of drinking around guys that had already proved they couldn’t be trusted.

  I would do something I wouldn’t regret for an instant if one of them put their hands on her.

  I had a couple of missed texts from Uncle Douglas asking where his keg was, so I fired a quick response to let him know I was about to pick it up. My trip to the Pi Beta Phi sorority house took longer than I expected, but I wasn’t complaining. My uncle would just have to deal with his ale arriving later than he expected.

  I drove to the brewery and had to shoot the shit with a couple of people I met at the festival before I finally got to load the keg into the truck. I realized why my uncle was willing to let some of the ale go bad if he didn’t drink it in time once I saw the price—they were cutting him one hell of a discount—probably because he ran the festival every year and they got a lot of business because he let them set up a booth.

  I should have known my uncle had some kind of back room deal going on—those have always been his specialty.

  Amelia was on my mind once I got back in the truck and drove towards my uncle’s house. She really was an incredible girl, and I was falling so hard my thoughts were in a tailspin. There were so many reasons why we shouldn’t be together—so many reasons why I swore I wouldn’t fall in love with anyone ever again. She was tearing those walls down. She knew what she wanted, and she went for it, even when I pushed her away. My fight was over. I had given in to temptation, desire, and the lingering feeling that told me it was going to be so much more than that.

  I don’t know how I’m going to look David Hartley in the eye and tell him that I’ve claimed his bairn as my bonny lass, but I’m not letting go of her.

  “About damn time ye made it, lad.” Uncle Douglas was standing in the driveway when I parked his truck. “Did ye get lost or something?”

  “No, I just had to make a stop.” I hopped out of the truck. “Come on, help me unload this damn thing.”

  “I hope ye picked up the keg after ye stop.” He followed me to the back of the truck and opened the tailgate.

  “Aye.” I nodded. “Yer ale is fine.”

  “Nice.” He laughed, and we started unloading the keg.

  It took us about an hour to get everything set up, and then we were both able to enjoy a glass of Scottish Ale. It still wasn’t my favorite, but it wasn’t bad to have it on tap in the kitchen.

  “I might have to drink more of this so that it doesn’t go stale on ye.” I laughed as I took a sip.

  “Aye, I’ll take all the help I can get.” He laughed along with me and walked into the living room.

  I took my glass to my bedroom and read through a few emails while I thought about my date with Amelia. I was never the kind of guy that enjoyed fancy dining or trying to impress someone with money, so I had some ideas for our date that would be a lot more romantic than the traditional stuff. I made the arrangements, discussed a few things with my uncle—the location, but not the fact I was going on a date—and then packed a bag. I would wear my kilt for Amelia like I promised, but I wasn’t leaving the house in it. That would get me a side-eyed glare from my uncle and a few questions I didn’t want to answer.

  I’ll have to tell him eventually, but I know he’ll tease me about it—especially when he finds out how old Amelia is.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Amelia

  “Are you ready for the Frat Party Crawl?” Chrissy walked into my room and plopped down on the bed.

  “As ready as I can be, I suppose.” I looked over at her and shrugged. “I’m trying to decide what to wear.”

  “Shopping was a waste of time.” Chrissy sighed. “I don’t think anyone is going to a frat party in a fancy dress.”

  “Why did you go?” I turned to her and raised an eyebrow.

  “I don’t know; I was just trying to be sociable.” She pulled out her phone and scrolled through it. “Kira sent an itinerary if you haven’t checked your email yet.”

  “I haven’t.” I shook my head and reached for my phone. “This seems a lot better organized than I expected.”

  “Yeah.” She nodded. “This place may be a little crazy since we’re still pledges, but the older girls say it does get better.”

  “You seem to have settled into this life a lot faster than I expected considering the adventure we went on a couple of weeks ago.” I grinned—because I was thinking about Lachlan.

  “It has been an easier transition than I expected.” She shrugged. “I know Kira’s a bitch, and her minions aren’t much better, but the rest of the sisters don’t seem to take everything as seriously as they do.”

  “Even after you got paddled?” I raised both eyebrows in surprise.

  “Not my proudest moment…” She let out a long sigh. “I don’t know, though—what Kira said about sisterhood and stuff. It left a much bigger impression than her paddle did.”

  “She’s cruel. I can’t deny that.” I looked down for a moment. “But she put locks on our doors after I voiced my concerns, so I’m trying to keep an open mind about everything else.”

  “The older girls have told me things get a lot better once we move past the pledge stage and get assigned a big sister. My mom mentioned that too, so I’m just going to keep my head down until then.” She nodded. “No more sneaking off in the middle of a party for me…”

  “I’m trying to avoid that myself.” I smiled, even though what I said was a total lie.

  Chrissy left to get ready for the Frat Party Crawl, and I laid out a few outfit options before settling on one. I had to redo my makeup and fix my hair since I took a shower after Lachlan made his escape. I was glad none of my sorority sisters saw him. It was bad enough that he had to come rescue me, but relationships weren’t exactly encouraged for pledges.

  We were supposed to be fresh meat for the frat guys, and they needed to think they had a chance if they hit on us—a boyfriend definitely put a damper on that for some of them. I had learned that there were political complexities and parasitic relationships between the fraternities and sororities. Kira had to find a balance between girls that were hot enough to keep the frat guys interested and smart enough to keep Pi Beta Phi in good standing. I didn’t appreciate finding out that part of the reason I was selected was so that I could serve as eye candy, but it was part of the game. The reward would be on my resume when I finally graduated from college.

  Hopefully, I can make it that far considering how many rules I’m breaking, and I’m about to break another one tonight…

  “Are you feeling better now?” Kira walked into my room without knocking while I was still in my bra and panties.

  “Yeah…” I gave her an apprehensive glance and grabbed my shirt so that I could slide it on.

  “Relax, you don’t have anything that I don’t see in the mirror every morning.” She put her hand to her mouth and laughed.

  “Sorry, I was an only child—I’m not used to people just walking into my room when the door is closed.” I reached for my jeans and slid them on, despite what she said.

  “That’s part of being in a sorority, sis. Besides, I’m sure you’ll end up with your panties around your ankles before you get initiated into the sorority.” She made a playful swing in the air like she was paddling me.

  “I’d prefer not to…” I tensed up.

  Getting a spanking from Lachlan was hot—getting one from Kira isn’t even appealing.

  “You seem to like breaking the rules too much.” She winked at me. “Don’t worry; I was the same way when I was a pledge—eventually, I had to pay for it.”

  “If you went through it, then why do it to us?” I raised an eyebrow. “It’s cruel and doesn’t really reinforce that whole sisterhood thing.”

  “It is just one of our traditions.” She shrugged. “At least we don’t do it in front of the frat guys like they did when my mom was a member of Pi Beta Phi.”


  “That does sound worse.” I nodded in agreement with what she said, even though I didn’t agree with the idea in general.

  “Who knows, Amelia…” She tilted her head. “Maybe you’ll make it through this whole process without finding out what it’s like—then one day, if you’re in charge of Pi Beta Phi, you can decide how you want to punish your pledges.”

  “Or not punish them at all?” I smirked, but my words had a hopeful tone.

  “I think you’ll find it’s more challenging than you think—if you ever get the chance.” Kira shrugged. “Finish getting ready. This isn’t one of the things we want to be fashionably late for.”

  “Okay.” I nodded and walked to my vanity.

  I didn’t think I had the social grace to ever lead a sorority, but talking with Kira did give me a new mission—figure out how to get rid of a few old traditions that needed to die before I graduated. If I was going to be a member of Pi Beta Phi, then that could be the mark I left on it when my time in the house was done. I had to survive long enough to get to that point first—which didn’t seem to be impossible, but it wasn’t going according to plan. I hoped that losing a few pledges along the way had increased my odds, and Kira’s tolerance of my lackadaisical approach to her methods.

  Especially since I’m going to break another rule tonight—but it’s one of those rules that needs to be changed.

  I didn’t mind the events, the charity work, or anything that actually had merit. That part of the sorority was good. My group was making great progress towards our plans for the annual retreat, and we even had some ideas for the weekend that our parents would visit—I still didn’t know if mine would make the trip, but we had some awesome activities for the ones that did. The partying, which came with mandatory drinking, and other things that didn’t do anything but keep up the sorority’s reputation for debauchery—those traditions needed to be put in the past like hazing was supposed to be.

  To each their own, but people should have a choice…