Rough Daddy Dirty

by Dick Daughters

  I sat in my car, my hands gripped the steering wheel. My palms were sweaty and my breathing was heavy. I steadied myself and realized I didn’t have to go through with it. I went back and forth in my mind, trying to decide if I was going to back out or go.

  Finally, I took a deep breath and calmed myself, after all it was just sex. I said a little prayer, hoping he wasn’t some freak and praying he wouldn’t hurt me. The gravity of the moment hit me; I’m going to have sex with a stranger. It was a stupid thing to do, and yet I was soaked between my legs with excitement.

  CHAPTER 3

  When I showed up at the hotel, I parked my car and sat for a few minutes. I was willing myself to get out of the car, but my head felt foggy, almost like life was happening but I was just watching. I needed to clear my head and be sure because once I went to the hotel room, there was no turning back.

  My heart was still racing as I made a final decision. Pulling the keys from my ignition, I dropped them into my small purse. I didn’t want to bring anything valuable that could be stolen if this turned sour.

  Getting out of my car, I steadied myself closing the door behind me. I straightened my posture and tried to look confident. Walking into the hotel’s lobby, I smiled at the clerk when she asked if I needed assistance.

  “No thank you, I’m meeting a friend,” I said as I walked to the elevator.

  Pushing the button to the sixth floor, I stood very still, my breathing shallow. Stepping out of the elevator, I turned towards the room where I was going to meet JohnnyKong.

  I hesitated before knocking and drew another deep breath. Finally, I knocked. When he opened the door, I was confused, startled.

  CHAPTER 4

  “Keith?”

  “Keri?”

  “Keith,” my heart was in my stomach and churning quickly, “are you JohnnyKong?”

  I was beside myself when he said, “And you’re DaddysGirl25?” Keith was my mom’s best friend and apparently I was named by him.

  We stood looking at each other, mortified at being caught – and even more horrified that we’d been talking dirty to one another. I couldn’t even deal with the fact that he was cheating on his wife whom I was good friends with and she treated me like her very own daughter, but it was mortifying that it was me he was writing dirty messages to. And further knowing that she was not able to satisfy him sexually was not something I had wanted to know. And on top of this all, I’d been aroused and masturbated to his words this week.

  I didn’t want to create a scene, “I should go,” I said.

  “Come in, we’ll talk. You can’t tell your mother,” he opened the door and I entered.

  I sat on the arm chair in the room and he sat at the edge of the bed. Staring at each other, amazed by what we’d just discovered, we were silent for a minute.

  Shaking my head, “How did this happen?” My arms folded up over my chest instinctively.

  “I never dreamed…” he trailed off. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what; how could you have known?” I relaxed a little realizing this was all some weird coincidence. I was almost relieved, knowing I almost had sex with a stranger.

  “I wouldn’t have said the things I did,” he went on, “I’m so embarrassed.”

  “It was good stuff, it turned me on,” I laughed, “I even masturbated to some of it.”

  He bashfully smiled, “Glad this old man can still write a prose or two.”

  “What now? Want to go get lunch? This is so weird.”

  “Want room service? I can order down,” he offered.

  “Sure, toss me the menu,” I said.

  We ordered a couple of sandwiches and he went into details about how he loved his wife, but just wasn’t satisfied in bed lately. I talked about how I was tired of being dateless week after week and how my social life had changed so much since most of my friends were now married or away at college.

  The tension had broken and we were back to Keri and Keith, our bond becoming so deep and strong we could be related. We’d have our own little secret.

  “I was supposed to swing by for dinner with your parents after I left here, if it won’t be too weird I’ll still be stopping by,” he said.

  “Yeah sure, that’s fine,” I replied.

  Leaving the hotel room, we headed home in our separate cars. Mom nor dad were home as yet and he waited a bit before heading outside.

  When my message inbox lit up after I thought he left, I was curious. “Sorry again, I really did enjoy talking to you.”

  “Keith, is that you?”

  “Yeah, I guess it is.”

  “I enjoyed it too. Sorry it didn’t work out.”

  “It could,” he messaged back.

  I sent back a message with my confusion:??? - was all I wrote.

  CHAPTER 5

  “I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop thinking about you. We shared too many details, and I went back and re-read your past messages. I get hard and stroke off to them. I know it’s wrong, but I want to touch you.”

  My face got hot reading the message, the flush spreading across my face. I hated to admit it, but his words got me off too.

  “I think I want you too.” As I pushed the send button, I knew I couldn’t take it back. My heart was beating so hard, I thought it might push out of my chest.

  What now?

  He showed up at my door, knocking gently.

  Opening the door, I looked at him confused.

  “Didn’t you leave?” I asked but he never bothered to respond. The electricity between us was insane. Somehow the chemistry had amplified as we stood in the doorway.

  He raised his hand and caressed my cheek with his fingertips, our gaze locked on one another. I felt the sticky sweet moisture in my panties forming, as I stood in a state of enhanced arousal.

  I parted my lips and he reached in to kiss me. His lips were soft, but his tongue was hungry. Our mouths tangled and we shared a deep, passionate kiss. Hearing the front door close down the hallway, I jumped. Mom was home.

  We quickly pulled apart and he left my room. Closing the door I stood against it, catching my breath realizing what I’d just done. I just kissed Keith. I knew it was wrong, and yet I wanted more. I wanted him to kiss me again, touch me, and do the naughty things he spoke of in his online messages.

  My head was spinning with the thought that I wanted this. How was this possible? How did it happen? Would I do it again or stop myself next time? Would there even be a next time? What if my Dad found out? Or Mom?

  At the dinner table that night, I couldn’t look at him. I was afraid I’d stare, my lust building up, needing release. The more I thought about the situation, the more I wanted him. It clogged my mind and wouldn’t let another thought through. I needed this, needed him. Even if its wrong.

  I wondered if his own mind was playing with him too, and if his own desires were as heated as mine.

  Returning to my room, I went and found a blinking message. “Meet me at the hotel tomorrow?”

  When I sent my answer, I sealed my fate. I would be returning to the same hotel, only this time I knew who would be behind the door.

  CHAPTER 6

  Sitting in my car, I sat staring at the dashboard. Was I really going to do this? This is taboo stuff; you’re not supposed to sleep with your mom’s best friend. I knew it was wrong, and yet I was torn. My body wanted him to touch me, but my mind was lost. After our kiss, I couldn’t get him out of my head. I wanted his soft lips to touch me again, and his fingertips to roam my body, doing the things he’d written about before he realized it was me.

  Parking my car, I finally got out and went into the hotel. My foot tapping with nervous energy as I waited for the elevator. He’d messaged me his new room number earlier, and the time he’d be there. I almost backed out, didn’t go, almost.

  Taking a deep breath, much like last time, I finally knocked.

  Opening the door, he didn’t say a word. I walked in, not talking. There were no words, it would ruin the mome
nt. I put my purse down and turned towards him.

  We watched each other, moving closer until we were inches apart.

  He towered over me and I looked up into his handsome face. I felt the soft brush of his breath against my blushing cheeks.

  “Are you sure?” He whispered, almost barely audible.

  I nodded and parted my lips.

  His mouth was wet and warm, and his kisses tender and sweet. It was intoxicating kissing him this way. His tongue explored my mouth, and as we remained lip locked, our kisses grew more passionate.

  His hands cautiously moved across and down my back, coming to rest on the curve of my bottom. The conflict that we shouldn’t be doing this played with me, one minute screaming at me to stop, the next making me even hotter, wanting him more.

  We moved slowly, uncertain what the turn of events would hold. Neither of us pulled away or stopped. There was a certain calculated and observant air between us at first. Slowly it melted, ever so slowly, and as he pulled back to look at me no words were spoken.

  His fingers perched at the bottom of my shirt now, and watching my eyes he started to lift it over my head. We were really going to do this, we realized in that moment, as my shirt came over my head and I stood before him in my bra.

  My eyes remained on him. He reached around and unhooked my bra delicately. As it loosened from unlatching, I helped remove it. Naked from the waist up, I suddenly felt bashful. His hand came up and cupped my breast. He looked at me one last time before lowering his head and taking my hardened nipple between his lips. Yup, we were really going to do this. I knew in that second.

  I gasped at the sensation of his mouth on my body. It felt so good, tingling sensations rushed through my body, and my pussy felt engorged as I dripped juices into my panties.

  I remembered his words, the dirty messages he sent me, and here we were about to act them out. His mouth on my nipple, him remembering that I liked rough nipple play, as his mouth went from tender and sweet to nibbling the flesh between his teeth.

  I moaned at the stronger touch and this sent him off, his other hand reached up and squeezed my other breast, kneading it firmly. He was in no hurry, and took his time to spread his attention between each breast. My tits were on fire with each pinch, nibble, and bite.

  We backed into the bed, he was straddling my hips as I lay down. Leaning in over me, he kissed me hard. My nails dug into his back as I willed him to press in closer to me, even though he was already atop of me.

  We rolled so I was over him now, on his chest I continued the heated kissing session. His fingers found my ass cheeks again, still covered in fabric.

  “Take off your panties, Keri,” he whispered.

  Hearing his voice startled me. I’d heard that voice so many times, and now it turned me on so deeply, it almost embarrassed me.

  Righting myself, I stood up and dropped the rest of my clothing. Standing naked, I wasn’t sure where to put my hands, I suddenly felt exposed. He was still fully dressed. I’d never seen him without his clothes on, would it feel weird?

  He reached his hand out taking mine, and pulled me back onto the bed with him.

  Turning on his side, he let his hands roam my body, stroking me, caressing me with every touch. His fingertips grazed down my thighs, just missing my pussy on purpose, and slowly he traced his fingers back up. Stopping at my mound, he dragged his hand ever so lightly across my swollen lips.

  I flinched at the touch; I was so sensitive already from arousal. Closing my eyes, I let go of the fact that it was Keith touching me, that he was more than twice my age and that I knew mom would not approve of us and I parted my legs, an invitation for the man who seemed so taboo and forbidden to continue.

  Playing in my slit, he let his finger penetrate me just the slightest bit. A tiny taste of what was to come, leaving me yearning for more. He stirred feelings in me as he pushed my arousal higher. Teasing and tempting me, he provoked my need for lustful sex.

  I was starved for his touch and feeling insatiable. I didn’t want him to stop – there was a new desperation inside of me. Once I let go, I wanted to go the distance. I wanted to cum at the hands of my mother’s best friend, as he stroked and caressed my body, taking me to my peak the desire consumed me.

  His finger slipped between my pussy lips and he pressed in deeper until half of his finger disappeared in me and met little resistance. My body was juicy and wet, gladly accepting the intrusion. It was a corrupt, sinful need, but there was no stopping now.

  Small sighs escaped, and as he heard me react, he plunged his finger deeper. Pulling it back out from inside of me, he stroked my already dewy lips with his wet finger. Circling with his finger, he parted my lips with it, and then added another. Sliding two fingers into my body, he made a scissoring motion, stretching my opening and setting me afire.

  My sighs turned to moans, and as he added a third finger and moved in to suck on my clit, I couldn’t stop myself. My back arched and I bucked my hips, riding the sensation below.

  In and out, he slid them, his tongue busy as well. I felt my orgasm getting closer, my muscles clenched up, locking around him. My moans were loud and then the dam burst – my head spinning and my breathing ragged. Dropping back into the mattress, I felt like a spent rubber band unable to snap back, a rag doll sprawled across the bed.

  He didn’t speak yet; he simply stayed in place, his fingers lazily playing on my mound as I recovered. As I came around, he went back to pleasuring me. He had a voracious appetite and sucked and licked my juices, eating me out as long as I’d allow. I came over and over, his mouth hungrily consuming my nectar.

  “Stop, stop,” I finally insisted, “I need a break,” I laughed. I’d easily had three or four orgasms, and my body was exhausted.

  CHAPTER 7

  He climbed up beside me, still fully clothed.

  “You’re pussy tastes so sweet,” he whispered, the first words he’d spoken in a while.

  I blushed hearing his words, but I was too tired to be that embarrassed.

  “Thank you,” I finally answered. “You need to undress,” I prodded.

  He stood and pulled his shirt over his head, and dropped his trousers and boxers. I felt a sensation within me just looking at him naked. I’d never seen him this way. Climbing back onto the bed I kept a steadfast gaze at his cock, I hesitated and then reached down to touch it. I was nervous, the realization that this was someone who could be my father that stood in the forefront of my brain once again.

  He let out a deep sigh as my fingers wrapped around his shaft. Slowly my hand moved, and I stroked his thick length gently a few times before adjusting myself. I was really going to do this – wasn’t I?

  Kneeling over him, I shifted and opened my mouth. He watched my innocent face as I went down on him, sucking his large cock between my lips. His hand came down to my head, and his fingers gently ran through my hair for a moment. Guiding me, his authority present, I blew him.

  My fingers gripped him at his base and my mouth met my hand. I kept them glued together and worked his dick until he was groaning just like I had seen it in the porn clips. His hand still on my head, his words slipped out.

  “That’s it, blow me baby,” as I worked him over.

  He was lost in his fantasy, his dick in my mouth, and with one final grunt he shot his load down my throat. I swallowed and sucked, trying not to choke. It came with such force, but I was ready. Milking his cock dry until he was finished.

  I crawled up beside him, nuzzling into his naked body. His arm wrapped around me, and strummed against my skin.

  “Thank you,” he said.

  “You’re welcome,” I whispered.

  “I hadn’t had a blow in years, you were perfect.”

  I blushed silly. Blushing so hard my cheeks changed color.

  He held me close, and we snuggled like long lost lovers. Neither of us moved quickly, but we knew the day wasn’t over. We both wanted more and had full intensions of making love. This would forever change t
hings between us, and I knew in my gut we’d return to this hotel more than we should. This was no one time thing.

  CHAPTER 8

  As his dick made a quick return to an erect state, I took it as a sign to continue. I climbed onto his lap and guided him into my opening. Sitting on his dick, I groaned feeling his full length inside of me. Leaning forward I started moving slowly at first. He mentioned in previous online messages how he wanted to see my tits swaying over him with every movement. His words came back to me as my breasts hung above him.

  He thrust from below, as I pressed with my thighs, and within moments we found our rhythm as I rode his cock. I couldn’t contain my moans as his fingers found my clit and he rubbed me, as I slid on and off of him.

  Cumming, I jerked wildly until I could move no more. My breathing heavy, he pulled me down, wrapped his arms around me and rolled over so that he was now on top. I shifted throwing my legs up over his shoulders, so he could penetrate deeper. A few quick plunges of his cock and he was cumming. He quickly pulled out and shot his white, ropy stream across my belly.

  Light, relaxed conversation now in coos and whispers had us feeling comfortable. At this precise moment, it didn’t matter that I was lying naked in a hotel room with Keith. The orgasms knocked out that inhibition and what was left were two lovers after a shared heated moment.

  With all intention of leaving soon and returning home, we took a quick shower together, rinsing off the sweat and smell of sex. Only as we went back to the bed to start dressing, we looked at one another and ended up back on the bed.

  Climbing onto him, I sat on his face and took his dick in my mouth one more time. We remained in our tangled 69 position, pleasuring one another again until we came again.

  “I’ll want this again,” I said, finally dressing. “I know I shouldn’t.”