So Hot Daddy: The Collection

by Shelly Pasia

  “I never thought something like this would ever happen,” Bob said at last. It was the truth. When he met the woman, he never thought she would cheat on him. Grace had presented the image of a perfect wife. Now here she was, a cheater and there was no guarantee that she would ever stop.

  “A lot of things happen when we do not expect them to happen,” Sally said stepping even closer to the man. He stopped fidgeting and looked at her. From where he stood, he could stare down into her eyes. Sally licked her lips and smiled at him.

  “Some things happen for a reason. You have been too good to us, especially I and I feel as if it is my time to repay the favor,” the woman said closing the gap between them. Had there been any doubts as to what the woman wanted to do, then the doubts were killed in that instance.

  Before Bob could think of what to say next, Sally inched closer to her and kissed him. He suddenly felt himself yielding to the kiss and wondered whether he was a cheater like his wife. He did not care. Here was a beautiful woman kissing him. He was not about to ruin that chance by asking himself stupid questions. Bob felt something snap in him and he finally gave in to the kiss.

  When they broke the kiss, Sally led her to her room, made him strip and pushed him to the shower before she herself stripped. They were so turned on; there was no point in hiding it.

  Bob knew what was happening. A line was being crossed. This line could never be uncrossed and they were never going to stop, something told him that. This was more confusing than ever. It was also as if he had confronted his wife for nothing.

  His eyes roamed across his body and he felt his resolve dying. He was going to give in. he was going to slam his cock into her pussy and feel whatever it was that his demons were drawing him toward. He imagined what it would be like to fuck this woman, to submit to the raw passion that threated to tear through his eyes and take her right there and then. It would feel nice, he concluded as he watched her.

  Sally, on the other hand, stood there, unable to think as her breathing got heavier. This was exactly what she knew would happen the moment she stepped closer to the man. It was the only way she was ever going to repay the man for his goodness. From the look he was giving her, she doubted whether he had not thought about her in the same way she was thinking about him right now. And she knew she was going to have this man for a long time, not just today. He opened the door so she would step in. He was a magnificent creature, his cock long and hard. He moved by instinct, he had suddenly transformed into an animal, one very horny animal.

  This was the beast he had transformed into few minutes they had been together, a beast she wanted to handle. Well she was going to set it free. She was going to show him that she could also make him wild, more wild than he had ever imagined. She did not know him very well, but she was planning to know him better than anyone did. It was funny that a long cock was all she needed to turn her into such a slut. Well it could be better or longer, or both, but she did not care. All she cared for right now was this man. Her delicious man was standing in front of her, with lust glazed eyes.

  His face inched closer to hers and their lips met, each of them succumbing to the passion that was threatening to tear them apart. Bob kissed his stepdaughter like there was no tomorrow while Sally kissed back as if her life depended on it.

  She broke the kiss all of a sudden and pushed him back to the water. She wanted to see the water running down his body, but Bob was not done with her yet. He went back and held her by the waist. He needed to have her right there and then and he was not hiding it. His cock was at least not going to hide that piece of truth. Sally looked into his eyes and noticed the lust, she moaned softly, asking him with her eyes to carry on and his kisses moved to her chest where he found a pair of beautiful mounds. Bob was an expert in this game and he knew just where to touch and how.

  No one would have thought that something like this would ever happen. At least not a few hours ago, when Sally was still trying to figure out how to shut him up. Sally had never given him a second look. What changed that, even she could not tell. Now he was something else. He was taller and stronger; his muscles seemed to shine from the water that cascaded over him. He was an improved version of himself. It was all Sally needed to give herself to him.

  “Where have you been all this time?” she asked, stopping him. The questions did not make sense, but she felt like she needed to ask these questions. He should have married her mother sooner, then maybe she would be using his cock on a daily basis.

  He took her in his arms and kissed her again, “I don’t know. I also don’t know how you did it, but I have a feeling that this is never going to stop. You are driving me crazy,” he said and looked into her eye. Indeed, he was being driven crazy. He thought about his wife, she was going to kill him if she ever found out.

  Sally took his cock in her hand and started to stroke it slowly. She watched the man start to come to life. His body was starting to uncoil and his cock was growing bigger and better. This was too good. He knew he was not going to last long in these conditions so he made her stop and pulled her close to him, his cock sliding between her legs.

  He took some soap and lathered her body, making her nice and soapy before he started to wash her. He cleaned her thoroughly, taking good care of her pussy and breasts. She was his queen for the night. He was not going to even look at his phone. The music would be danced to later. Once he was done, she did the same to him, washing every part of his fine body. She rubbed his cock until he was ready to come before she stopped and let the water clean him off. He was not done with her. He pulled her into another kiss before pulling her in his arms. He was going to fuck her so hard.

  Bob slowly tweaked her nipples and slid down until he was cupping her pussy. It was already burning up from the anticipation and she spread her legs even wider for him to work on her. Bob slid a finger in her pussy and slowly started to finger fuck her. She was tight and hot and he loved every minute of it. His thumb found her clit and he started to assault it sending her into multiple orgasms as she felt his cock hardening behind her. He was ready for action and her pussy was beginning to be filled with the meat.

  Bob stepped back and made her bend over before he slowly started to slide into her. His cock was rubbing all the right places and making her want to scream. And scream she did, they were alone in the house and they were not expecting anyone. Her body was also screaming from an approaching orgasm. One that wanted to tear her apart.

  He increased his pace and started to really fuck her. Giving all his energy and strength to it. Bob slammed into her pussy with abandonment as Sally pushed back on the cock, meeting his thrusts with vigor. Her impending orgasm started to come over her making her curl her toes against the floor. She had not expected this to happen to her and she finally started to feel her orgasm overpowering her before she came hard, thrusting forward so that her head hit the wall. It was not very painful. Bob continued to drill into her until he came sometime later, filling her with his seed. It was a great way to start a peaceful relationship.

  The End

  Embracing Love

  Clare hated her stepfather. If there was a human being on earth she never wanted to see every time she woke up, then that man was her stepfather. The fact that he was always there made things worse with each passing day. The good thing was that he was about to move out. Four more months and he would not be her problem anymore.

  The more she looked at his smug face, the more she hated him. His actions were pathetic. He was too loud, even when sleeping. The man’s snore could wake the whole neighborhood. The only good thing about him was that he loved her mother more than he probably even loved himself. He was also a provider, and a good one at that.

  She had not seen him for the last three months. Months which she had hoped her mother would have forgotten him. But no, the woman was ever faithful. Clare was pretty sure that if she ever had such a husband, she would cheat on him on their wedding night.

  A professional photographer who got paid
top dollar for his work, Jerry was not always home. He was always being sent on assignments in faraway places. The good thing about that was that Clare was not going to keep up with him most times. The downside of it was that when the time came for his coming home, the man would stay up to eight months. Eight months of not moving a muscle was too exhausting for her. She had to put up with him every single day.

  He would step outside for walks, sometimes long walks with his camera and he would capture hundreds of images. Then he would use his computer for an eternity. He was never in the way, but Clare felt as if he was always in the way. It was hard to miss Jerry because he was always announcing his presence. If he was not talking to himself, he was screaming on his gaming headphones or cheering for a football team.

  The only time he was in the way was when he invited his friends over for some good times. Clare’s mother had learned to find things to do during those times. Not that she had a problem with it. She did not. She was the only one who seemed to understand Jerry and she would at times even make pancakes for his friends. She was always working hard to please Jerry who did not need much to be pleased.

  Then they would go to bed at night and fuck until the morning light. Clare would fume and moan in the dark because not even covering herself with a pillow would help. She, at times, wondered what kind of stamina the man had because he would keep at it all night. And in the morning, he would wake up all smiley and make breakfast for everyone. Other than making breakfast, Jerry was not allowed to touch anything else in the kitchen. He was a clumsy oaf. He had once broken every glass in the kitchen, which made Clare wondered what he was even doing with all of them.

  At times Clare wondered whether the man was possessed by some bad luck spirit that not only made him look ugly for the most part, but also made him clumsy and downright dangerous. All this hatred, Clare never voiced. At least she never told him how much she hated him and how much she was hoping to move out. It would hurt her mother. She did, however, show him that he was not welcome in the house. He could be married to her mother, but that was it. He was better off handling his assignments.

  Jerry took this quietly most times. He never complained. If anything, he was quick to laugh it all down and pretend that nothing happened. This only made Clare angrier because now he was ignoring her. Her friends knew that she did not like her stepfather but there was nothing they could do other than share in her resentment. Not all of them hated him, however, because he was an absolute charmer when they came to visit. They would find themselves talking to him and since they thought photography was cool, they would crowd around his computer and look at the amazing shots he had taken. Once or twice they had even managed to talk him into taking professional photos of them, which they all loved—except Clare.

  Not that the man never took photos of Clare. He had taken so many pictures, all of them which she had and grudgingly loved. Yet she would never open up to him. She knew he was taking her picture to get closer to her. He was her stepfather all the same and he needed to build a relationship with her if they were going to live in harmony. Clare had refused to acknowledge those gestures, however well meant they were. She would not allow herself to forgive the man for whatever grudge she held.

  Jerry never gave up. He had landed three weeks back and had taken the first picture on seeing her. For some reason, Clare had been told to pick him up at the airport. Her mother knew that Clare hated the man and maybe that was why she had sent her to pick him up. So they could catch up and bond or something. Clare was never for such kind of shenanigans. Her step father had taken the first picture just as she was exiting her car to come get him. Clare had to agree that it was sexy as hell, yet she never even acted like she had seen it. At times Clare was aware that she was acting childish but she never could explain why. Why did she hate the man so much? She wondered at times.

  Right now, the man was sprawled on the couch nursing a headache. He had gone out to drink with his friends, something that rarely happened and had come home dead drunk. As a matter of fact, two of his friends had brought him home. He had slept in the couch because no one in the house was strong enough to carry him to bed. His wife had covered him up and allowed him to sleep.

  Now it was morning and the man was still there, his hand covering his eyes as if he could not bear the light. Clare who had come home drunk a few times knew the feeling, but she could not sympathize with the man. Not when she did not like a single cell in his body.

  Jerry opened his eyes eventually, and looked at her. She was seated on the couch, an angry look on her face. She had been looking at him for the longest time. Her mother had left for work so it was just them two.

  “I feel like dying,” Jerry said blinking.

  Why don’t you just die, “Yeah, you tried to drink the whole bar,” Clare said. She was angry just for looking at the man.

  “Where is Maggie?”

  “Work,”

  “She left already?”

  “Yes,”

  “What time is it?”

  Oh my fucking Gad, why don’t you just stop with all these questions! “Close to midday,”

  “Oh, okay. Not bad,” the man said and covered his eyes again.

  Clare should have exclaimed but she did not. Well, she did in her brain. She called him all kinds of names. What man slept on a couch to this late in the day? He must have sensed she wanted to say something because he uncovered his eyes and looked at her.

  “You want to say something?” Jerry asked.

  Clare regarded him for some time before shaking her head. He was not worth it. She had too much to tell him and he was just not worth it. So she shook her head in contempt and turned to face away.

  “Sorry I came home drunk,” the man said.

  Clare wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up. That was something else she hated about the man. He was always apologizing for shit. He never went an hour without saying sorry for something. Other people would apologize and Clare would not feel it, she would never even mind. Yet here was a man who was doing the same thing other people were doing and she could not help but hate him. She hated everything about the man.

  “You don’t need to apologize for anything,” she said.

  “You are right,” the man said getting to his feet. He straightened his pants and left for his bedroom. The last thing he wanted to do was to fight his stepdaughter. Not that Jerry was blind to the treatment he was receiving from the stepdaughter. This was despite the fact that he paid for everything she was using in that house. Hell, even the clothes she was wearing were coming from his money. The food she was eating so she could get the energy to disrespect him came from him.

  His work paid well. It paid so well that his wife did not need to use any of her money. He simply deposited enough money for her to use on the house, and some for herself and still had money left over. Seven months of an assignment translated to about one and a half years of not working and still having enough money to live comfortably. Why his stepdaughter was disrespecting him despite giving her a good life puzzled him.

  He dropped on the bed and tried to sleep. Sleep would not come to him, however. There was too much going on in his mind at the moment. He hated being disrespected. He had raised the issue with his wife and told her how he felt. The woman had laughed it off and promised him that Clare was going to move soon. She was planning to move. This did not change the fact that Jerry wanted to be respected. He deserved respect.

  His wife had asked him to talk to his stepdaughter and find out why she hated him so much. It would be best if the two settled their issues together. Jerry had the mind to approach Clare and ask her what her problem was; because there was no way he was going to endure another month of such bullshit. Yet something told him not to. Something told him that if he dared, something bad would happen. He could not tell what that was and did not want to fight her. They had fought silently for too long. He was afraid of what a verbal fight would lead to.

  Jerry also knew that he was short-tempered. The las
t thing he wanted to do was flare up and hit her, because he would. He was sure of it. She had pushed him to the ends of his wits and he was having a hard time thinking of other options for resolving the conflict. Had she approached him and told him why she hated him, then he would try to change. Or at least he would know how to conduct himself in the house without offending her. He was a peace lover and would have loved if his family lived in harmony. This was because the more peaceful they were, the better his work got. He was able to work happily and a happy Jerry was the most productive man on Earth. At least that was what he thought.

  The more he lay there, the more he thought about it and got angrier. He was not happy to be living in such conditions. Yet he could not get himself to get up to go ask her what her problem was. When he finally was able to, Clare was not in the house. She must have left when he did and Jerry felt as if he could breathe easier. This was sad because he paid rent. It was his house, yet he could not be comfortable in it.

  She found him seated on the couch when she walked in and her mood seemed to turn sour all of a sudden. Jerry weighed his options. He could poke this nest and see what would come forth or he could just forget about it and pray that she move out as soon as possible. He watched her walk to the kitchen where she took some time before she walked to her room. Since it was hot, and her room was rather small, she could not stay there for long. Jerry knew that she would eventually come back to the living room, or simply go out.

  “What have I ever done to you?” Jerry asked as soon as the woman came back. The question came out rougher than he had expected. Also, the sight of the woman made him a little uneasy, especially because she was wearing the skimpiest of dresses. Jerry never admitted this to himself but his step daughter’s mode of dressing was always too provocative. Never before had he acted on his impulses, and he never looked more than he was supposed to.