Her Accidental Daddy

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by ChaShiree M.


  “Fuck I love your ass baby.”

  Smack. Smack. Smack.

  I heat her ass up one smack after another. My hand vibrates with joy as it meets the softness of her ass, making it hot and tender.

  “You feel that, sweet girl? You feel how hot your ass is? You know why I am doing this?” Smack. Smack.

  “Mmmmmm...yes Daddy. Because...oh god...because I left you. Daddy my pussy hurts.” Smack.

  “Why the fuck, should I give a shit about your pussy, little girl? Did you think about my cock when you walked away?” Smack. Smack. My hand burns, a great feeling of satisfaction knowing why it is burning. My mouth waters, feeling the wet spot she is leaving on my leg. Not able to stop myself, my fingers find their way to her clit, rubbing it over and over, in and out of her pussy. So fucking tight and hot.

  “Daddy please. I am so sorry. I won’t ever leave again. I love you so much. I need to come.” Fuck. She said she loves me. I lift her off my lap, turn her so she is facing me and impale her on my cock. This one will be fast and wet. I am seconds from spilling inside her and I want her to go first. I finger her clit as she bounces up and down, squeezing the shit out of my rod. Her pussy so damn tight from underuse.

  “Shit baby. So tight. This pussy is my new favorite aerobics pole. Look at your tits waving in my face.” I latch on to her nipple, using my teeth. When I can sense how close she is, I lift her off, prolonging the release for us both.

  “Daddy please put it back inside me.” she whines rocking her pussy up and down the outside of my rod. I drop her back on it, and watch as she grabs her tits, pulling them hard and pinching them as she fucks herself up and down my cock. The sight is so fucking erotic and dirty. I have to take a deep breath. All too soon I am popping her off my cock again, the sound of her wet pussy, releasing my cock spurring me on more. “Look at your glassy eyes. You’re so far gone. Aren’t you baby?” She bobs her head yes, keening, frantic trying to suck my cock back in her pussy. I can’t wait any longer.

  “Oooooo...Daddy...so deep...you are so big...my pussy is so full….” She has one hand in her hair, the other on her tit and the vision is my undoing.

  “Shit. Fuck. Come Sadie. Come for Daddy.” I bounce her faster and harder and when her pussy sucks me into the wet vortex of her orgasm, I can no longer hold it.

  “Fuuuuuuuuck…….I love you. Sweet girl.” The geyser hasn’t stopped yet and until it does, I will bounce her until my cock is content.

  17

  Sadie

  Phew. I am exhausted. That man has stamina. I don’t know how many times I came, but I can barely feel my legs. Let alone my poor, battered and happy pussy. I roll over to an empty bed and sit straight up. That’s when I hear the shower door open and close.

  “Ah. My sweet girl has arisen.” He walks over to me, leans down and places a kiss on my forehead. My eyes, however, cannot leave the towel he has wrapped around his waist. His cock, hard and poking right through it. My mouth is watering remembering last night when he shoved that beautiful, smooth, hard rod in my mouth, gagging me, making my eyes water. He kept stroking my cheek, as his cock slid in and out, telling me how gorgeous I was and how proud I made him, as I gagged and struggled to swallow him as he hit the back of my throat.

  “Sweet girl. I can see the hunger on your face right now. I want nothing more than to feed you, but first we must talk.” he says bringing me out of my memories. “Get dressed and meet downstairs.”

  As soon as he leaves the room I jump up and put on a pair of jeans and a top. I brush my teeth, brush out my hair and race down the stairs like a kid on Christmas morning. When I make it to the bottom of the stairs, I try to compose myself. Finally, I move into the kitchen.

  “I made pancakes,” he says as he puts syrup on mine.

  “Thank you.” We sit and eat for a bit before he begins to speak.

  “So, Sadie, I assume you have quite a few questions.”

  “I do. Like how you got my mother involved in this.” That was really a shocker for me.

  “That is simple. When you walked away, I stewed for a few. But then being the man of action that I am, I got to work. I went to your house while you were at work and we talked. She grilled me about my intentions. I told her I was going to marry you and give her more grandbabies.” My mouth literally drops open.

  “You did not.”

  “I did as a matter of fact. My father used to always say, begin as you mean to go on.”

  “I see.” I have no idea what else to say.

  “She asked if you had told me about the circumstances of your family. To which I informed her I had a solution. My property has a little cottage on the grounds. It used to be a pool house. I turned it in a servant’s quarters of such. But your mother is going to be moving in there. As far as the girls go, my friend is confident we can have your sister’s rights revoked and adoption proceedings started for me and you.”

  WHAT did he just say?

  “Adoption? You and me? Are you serious?”

  “Very. Your family means everything to you, and you mean everything to me. I want everything with you. Including children. We just get a head start with two already toilet trained.” he chuckles.

  “Wow. I don’t know what to say.” Literally.

  “Your mom’s social security has been fixed and she will begin getting regular checks. Anything else she needs; I am more than happy to help her. She was so excited when I told her the plan, she practically 2-stepped. Your mom is a riot. And I can see why you love her so much. All she wants is for you to be happy. The question is…...what do you want?”

  I leap into his arms. Holding on tight to him. I never want to let go. And I am not going to. “You. I just want you.”

  “Good answer sweet girl. I love you so much.”

  “I love you too. Daddy.”

  He made me show him how much the rest of the day.

  Epilogue

  Sadie

  Six Months Later

  My freaking back is killing me. If it wasn’t for the masseuse Charles sends to the house every other day to work out my back kinks, I would be bed ridden. But the truth is, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Charles and I were married like two seconds after I came back to his house. One second after that, we found out I was pregnant. His lawyer friend came through. After a few ads in a newspaper, requesting my sister respond to this court hearing, yielded no response from her, the judge ruled in our favor and stripped her rights and signed the adoption papers at the same time.

  Thinking about how special that day was for us, makes me smile as I make the girls their lunch. We wasted no time in taking our parenting duties seriously. We got Lexi enrolled in Kindergarten and Jacquie in a preschool program that lasts as long as Lexi’s school, so they ride the bus there and back together.

  “Good afternoon my love.” Charles says wrapping his arms around my ever-expanding belly.

  “Mmmmm...Good morning yourself Mister Russo.” Leaning my head to the side as his tongue runs across it. Sucking some skin into his mouth. I can feel the arousal dripping down my thighs and moan for him to ease the ache. I am always ready for my husband.

  “Where are the girls?” he whispers in my ear sending shivers down my spine.

  “Not home from daycare yet. The bus will be dropping off in a few minutes.”

  “How’s my son?” Even as he asks, his one hand is rubbing my stomach and his other is lifting my dress. The growl he emits against my ear when he feels I am not wearing any panties, makes my pussy weep more.

  “He’s fine. Kicking away as usual.”

  “My strong boy.”

  “Yes.” I say as his fingers run up and down my sticky slit.

  “We have just enough time for you to bend over for me. Now.”

  I am so fucking horny all the time. I need him inside me every minute of the day. I brace myself against the counter, making sure to protect my stomach. I can hear him stroking his cock waiting for me to get ready for him. The insi
de of my mouth, wanting a taste as well.

  “Fuck baby. I am supposed to be in a meeting right now, but I couldn’t stop thinking about your tight cunt all day. Fuck. You feel how wet my cock is already?” he rubs his cock up and down my pussy, before impaling himself inside of me.

  “Ahhhh...Charles. Yes. So deep inside me. Harder.”

  “Your greedy cunt feels so good. Fuck. I knew this one would be quick.” He pumps into me a few more times before pinching my clit between his fingers send us both off into oblivion.

  He falls to the floor bringing me with him onto his lap. We sit there for a few minutes catching our breath and holding each other. It's times like these that I treasure the most. I mean sure, the part of us that needs the Daddy/Sweet Girl moments is alive and well. It feels a need in both of us. For him, it fills the half of him that needs to be in control, own me and be needed. For me, it fills the void of not having a strong man in my life I could run to for comfort, reliability and to feel cherished. We fall back on those often and it's always delicious. But we have found a delicate balance. When we aren’t in those roles, we are simply husband and wife. Charles and Sadie. And both of those make me happy.

  I am about to doze off when we hear the bus pull up. I get up to fix my dress and he pats me on the ass.

  “Take your time sweet girl. I will go get them.” he pulls his pants up and walks out the door.

  I hear them come back in a few minutes later as I am finishing up the sandwiches for lunch and once again the house is filled with laughter and joy.

  I used to think that everything was ordained. That everything was planned, long since written and etched into time. And that may still be true.

  But now I know, sometimes accidents are just as potent.

  And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Epilogue

  Charles

  18 years later

  I swear some things never change. Here I am yet again, waiting for my beautiful wife to come down the stairs so we can get ready to greet our guests as we celebrate our oldest graduating high school. Normally I am as patient as can be when waiting for the love of my life. However, this time is different. She wouldn’t let me upstairs with her while she was getting ready and that is almost always code for; she is going to wear something that is going to send me over the top. Even all these years later, she likes to push my buttons. I am about to go up there and see for myself when the front door opens and in bounds our children.

  We have. The oldest, Charles William Russo III or as my wife affectionately calls him, Tre’ is the one we are throwing this shindig for. He is a handsome young man if I may say so myself. And most definitely takes after his father. He is going to college for advertising. He has always been the most focused out of my children, though Sadie sometimes frets that he isn’t as social. She worries about his emotional health.

  Then there is Barrington or Barry. He is 16, captain of the varsity soccer team. His dream is be like David Beckham. I told him, be no one but yourself. Next, we have the twins, David and Davis. At 14 they scare the hell out of me sometimes. I have never met more serious boys their age. Hell, they could make a grown man piss himself. The silent twin-talk thing they do is creepy, but also quite amazing to witness. We took a longer break after them. Four kids, two of which were babies was more than anyone could take, but my wife handled it like a pro. I never saw her break a sweat. Me on the other hand, I needed a stiff drink every night.

  Four years after the twins, we were surprised when she went of birth control to find a month later, we were already pregnant. That one gave is Theodore. Teddy. He is an absolute joy. At 10 years old, he reminds me so much of his mother. He finds beauty in the most mundane things and never fails to point it out. But don’t let that fool you. He catches a man talking to his mom and he turns into me.

  Growly and as ferocious as a baby cub. I chuckle just thinking about it. After Teddy came, we decided to try one more time for a girl. My poor Sadie. When that one came out with a penis, I thought she was going to brain me. But of course, she looked at him with the same love and devotion and named him Gabriel. His eight-year-old self is our artist. I swear the boy was born in the wrong era. But we love him the same. We were done after Gabe. I got snipped and she was happy with her six young men. So, imagine our surprise when she ended up pregnant just 10 months after Gabe.

  She didn’t want to find out what we were having because she knew it was going to be a boy. But to our sheer elation, nine months later she gave birth to Sunny Delilah Russo. As the youngest and the only girl, she has me and all her brothers wrapped around her happy little finger. Though the older she gets, the more I want to call her Stormy.

  “Papa what’s taking mama so long?” She asks climbing in my lap.

  “Come on Sunny. You know mama always takes forever trying to find something to make papa go crazy. It's what women do.” Tre fancies himself a Rhodes scholar on women.

  “Tell you what. You guys finish the decorating and I will go……”

  “Mama!!” Sunny jumps off my lap and runs into her mom’s arms. Me on the other hand, I can’t seem to move off the chair. Not only is she wearing red, which I have strictly forbidden her to wear outside of the bedroom, because she looks too fucking good in it, but she is also wear something strapless and barely reaches her knees. With her hair swept up on top of her head, and the Tiffany necklace I bought her for our 10th anniversary, she looks like every man’s wet dream. Apparently, my cock agrees. I have to turn toward the table to adjust myself.

  Ding Dong

  “Boys, that would be your sister Jacquie and Lexi. They probably have a handful of gifts for you guys. Can you let them in?” she instructs the kids. I still haven’t moved or said anything because my mind and body are at war. My mind wants to spank her soft, curvy ass and demand she go change. My body wants to do all of the above, but then it wants to bend her over right here and slam my protesting cock into her tight, warm pussy and fuck her into submission.

  “Sadie, dear.”

  “Yes.” she asks batting her eyelashes at me.

  “What are you wearing?”

  “Clothes. Is there something wrong with my outfit?” Oh, she is itching for it alright. I am about to go and show her what is wrong with it when I hear more voices other than just the kids. I turn and look at her. Letting her know we are not done. But by the look on her face, I know it was her plan.

  “Mr. Russo.” Coach Trenton shakes my hand. I give him the beady eye because I don’t like the way this motherfucker flirts with my wife.

  “Mrs. Russo. Looking more than exquisite today.” he says as he leans down to kiss her hand. Aaaand I’m done. Party be damned.

  “Let my wife’s hand go, you dumb fuck. Unless you have a death wish.”

  “I’m was merely…”

  “I know what you were merely doing. And like I said…. DON’T!!! And you…” I say turning to her. “March your naughty ass upstairs right this instant. We need a moment.

  She has the gall to look a bit sheepish, but it doesn’t sway me. She knew exactly what she was doing. She didn’t expect me to handle it out in the open. Like I give a fuck who hears. She looks at the coach about to apologize to him when I stop her.

  “You don’t look at him. You look at me. I told you to march your about to be sore ass, up the damn stairs. NOW!! And what do you say to me?” Her face turns red, throat bobs up and down. She looks at me, puzzled because I have never put this aspect of our lives out in the open before, but she has pushed me too far. And since I have been out of town on business for a week as it is, just getting home in time for the ceremony, I was already on edge.

  “What do you say to me. Sweet girl?” I say this, breathing over her neck right next to her ear because I know what it does to her. But I also make sure that fuckwit can hear it too.

  “Yes daddy.” she whispers. Not good enough.

  “Say it louder baby. Maybe I will have mercy on you and have my dessert first before I turn your as
s the color of your dress.

  “Mmmmmmm...Yes Daddy!!!!”

  Fuck yes!! Time to get my own private party started.

  Acknowledgments

  Always first is my bio family. You guys support all the insanity and I could never thank you!!!! Muah!!!

  To my non bio family. I will always thank you ladies because there is not a moment of any day, that you are not anything short of amazing, supportive and the best fucking friends ever. Thank you for being my sisters. Diana, Amy, Mercedes and Vanessa, I wuv you ladies.

  ARCangels. New and original. Thank you for your words of encouragement and for all of your support. If you promise to stick around, I promise to keep writing. Love all of you!!!!!

  Last but not least, LIFERS!!!!! Your continued participation, support and fun, is the light for my sometimes dark soul. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

  About the Author

  ChaShiree M. lives in Chicago Il. With her family.

  She is having the time of her life writing and can’t wait to grow even more.

  She loves to read in her spare time and when she isn’t doing either of those, she is traveling to different book events with her friends.

  She is caring, loyal and sarcastic as hell.

  And she loves to meet new people.

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