Reluctant Daddy Ch. 04

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This work of fiction is part of a series. If you did not already read the preceding episodes, please do that before starting this one. All of the chapters in this story have been submitted to Literotica. Generally, they release one each day.

There is NO incest in this story. However, a daughter sees her father naked and – for multiple brief moments – watches him having sex with her friends. If this is going to create problems for you, please try one of my other stories.

Random movie quote: “Excellent!”

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~~~ Monday Night ~~~

“I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven,” Meghan said.

She was lying against my back – spooning me from behind – making sure I didn’t catch my death of cold.

“Do you want me to rub your dick or suck you off or anything?” she asked.

“No,” I said.

“Can I talk to you for a little while?” she asked.

“I have two jobs on the calendar for tomorrow,” I said. “I really need to get to sleep so that I can get an early start.”

She snuggled her face against my neck. It felt fine except that – when she breathed through her nose – her exhale tickled the hair on my neck.

“You can’t breathe on the back of my neck,” I said, softly. “It tickles.”

“Sorry,” she said, moving her face.

She ended up moving again – without being told – because she realized she was just breathing on a different part of my body.

I finally rolled onto my back and she curled in beside me. She laid her head on my arm. I knew it was going to be numb in the morning but – as long as she lay still – I could put up with it.

I’d just started to nod off when she wiggled again.

“Meghan?” I said.

“Yes?”

“You really need to lay still, honey. Every time you move, I wake up – and I need to sleep.”

“Sorry,” she said, “I can’t get comfortable.”

“How do you sleep when you’re by yourself?” I asked.

“On my stomach,” she said.

“Then switch to your stomach,” I told her.

“But I want your arm around me,” she countered.

“Maybe sleep on top of my arm?” I suggested.

She sat up on her knees and I laid my arm beside me, palm up. She climbed onto it and – of course – made sure that my hand was cupping her sex. She giggled and put an arm across my neck. I moved it to my chest. She dropped it to my stomach.

She was facing me – and exhaling onto my shoulder – but I could put up with that.

She flexed her thighs against my fingers and – before she even opened her mouth – I knew what was coming.

“Can you slide your hand inside of my panties?” she whispered.

Technically, we weren’t breaking Sara’s rule. Meghan would still be clothed. I thought about just pushing the crotch of her panties to the side and shoving a finger inside of her – but then she wouldn’t really be “clothed” anymore. Her pale little labia would be exposed for everyone in the room – me – to see. My cock pulsed as my brain replayed the images it had stored of her flawless quim.

Meghan moaned as I slid my arm up, worked my fingers into the waistband of her Hello Kitty panties (with the little pink bow on the front) and then moved my arm back down to cup her sex again. I knew what was next – so I went ahead and started working my middle finger up and down the horny blonde’s slit until it parted to let me within.

I hoped she didn’t move her hand to my groin – because I was sporting enough wood to attract an entire beaver colony.

Her breath was coming in panting gasps as I got closer and closer to sliding my finger inside of her vagina.

When I finally worked it into her clenching tightness, she moaned – and hugged my arm tighter against her body. Her hand – on my stomach – was growing restless. My cock was aching to be plunged into what I knew would be a very willing – and dangerous – pussy.

For the next several minutes, I stroked my finger in and out of her slippery cunnie. I also twirled it, flexed it – and did everything else that seemed to make her moan a little louder.

Her breath caught in her throat and her channel clenched around my intruding digits as her climax finally came.

“Fuck, yes …,” she hissed.

I left my finger inside of her, stopped moving, and waited for her breathing to return to normal.

No sooner did that happen than she was snoring softly. Now I was fucked. I couldn’t remove my finger – or move my hand – and my penis was hard enough that I could pulverize diamonds.

I closed my eyes and started counting sheep – which changed to bunnies – which changed to lifeguards in candy-apple red swimsuits …

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

Meghan grumbled when I pulled my finger out of her cunt the next morning. She was no longer wet and my finger was stuck and it wouldn’t come out without a little pain – but there was nothing for it. I had to get going.

Showered and dressed, I arrived in the kitchen to grab something for lunch. Sara was holding a Thermos of coffee and a brown bag.

“How did it go?” she asked.

“Lots of fidgeting,” I said, unscrewing the lid from the coffee carafe Sahabet and sipping a little. “She finally fell asleep once I fingered her.”

Sara shook her head and laughed. I gave her a kiss on her temple and headed for the front door.

That morning, I put coolant (again) into the system that was leaking more than it should – and needed to be replaced.

Mrs. Johnson was old enough to be my grandmother. Explaining everything to her wouldn’t do either of us any good. I left a note, for her kids to read, that warned them that they probably needed to consider paying me to swap the failing unit out for a newer one. I told them that I was more than willing to keep taking their money every month or so though to recharge the system – if that was what they really wanted.

In the afternoon, I picked up the new central air unit for the Carlisle house and started taking out the old one so that I could get the new one installed. The two of them were at their daughter’s place – so I had a day or two to get it finished before they returned.

When I got home, Sara told me that dinner was almost done. I stepped into my room to change – and found the blonde lying on her back on my bed – wearing the lingerie she’d bought at the Lion’s Den. She had her legs spread wide and was plunging the dildo into her cunt through the hole in the crotchless panties – as she pulled on her nipples through the nippleless top.

I started to turn to leave but decided that I really wanted out of my clothes. I slipped into the bathroom, stripped, pitched my dirty clothes into the hamper, went to my wardrobe, grabbed some “around the house” clothes, and headed for the recliner.

“You find Meghan?” she asked.

“Fucking herself with the dildo on my bed,” I said.

My daughter harrumphed and brought me a cold glass of water – no ice – the way I prefer it.

“I love you,” I told her.

“You’d better,” she said, straight-faced. “I’ve been looking at nursing homes and I found a really shitty one that will be perfect for you.”

I laughed so hard that the water came out of my nose. She apologized and brought me a handful of paper towels. My eyes were burning but my sinuses were really clear.

She turned off the stove, moved the pan to a cool burner, and headed towards my room. A minute or two later, Meghan went sprinting through the front room like her ass was on fire.

Dinner was a quiet affair.

I worked on my accounts, then moved to my recliner, and read for a while.

I’d been in bed for a few minutes when Sara slipped in and crawled under the covers.

“You got first watch?” I asked.

“Meghan’s in time-out,” she said. “I’ll keep you warm.”

I kissed her forehead as she wrapped her arm around my ribs.

“I’ll be fine,” I told her.

“Can’t have you dying on me,” she said, closing her eyes and slowing her breathing.

I couldn’t decide if she was just playing along with my joke, wanted company, or just wanted to make sure the blonde honored her consequence.

I wrapped an arm around her, gave her a squeeze, and fell asleep.

~~~ Wednesday ~~~

My alarm went off and Sara kissed my cheek and climbed out of bed. I headed for the shower.

My lunch and my coffee were waiting in the kitchen. Meghan was holding it. She barely looked awake. My drill-sergeant daughter was supervising.

I took my provisions, kissed each of them on the temple, and headed back to the Carlisle place.

By the end of the day, I was most of the way done with that job. The new system had more power than the old one and I’d had to redo a few things to keep it from struggling to force the air throughout the house.

When I got home, Meghan was setting the table. Sara was bringing the dishes from the kitchen.

“Wash up,” Sara said. “We’re ready as soon as you are.”

I returned to the table to find Sara sitting. Meghan was standing behind her chair. I looked at her.

“I’m sorry for my behavior yesterday,” she said.

“You’re forgiven,” I said.

I turned my attention to my daughter – to see if I had given the right answer. She waved a hand for the blonde to sit. I took my seat and we started passing food dishes around.

“You guys have a good day?” I asked.

“I’m registered for Heating and Cooling school,” Sara reported.

“I’m registered for Plumbing school,” Meghan said.

“Oh?” I asked.

Sara said, “I thought we could pay for it out of the company accounts and set up a payback schedule.”

I glanced at Meghan to see if she had agreed to the plan.

“Is that alright?” the blonde asked.

“More than alright, honey,” I said. “It might be harder work than you’re used to but I think you can do anything that you put your mind to.”

“Thanks, Mr. Moore,” she said. “I won’t let you down.”

“Honey,” I said, “I don’t expect you to be perfect. You’re going to choose wrong – or come up short – or just plain fail. Learn from your mistakes. That’s all I can ask.”

“Mom yells when I …,” Meghan started to reply.

“You’re right, Meg,” Sahabet Giriş Sara told her. “That’s not all he COULD ask – but that’s all that daddy asks. That’s all he’s ever asked from me.”

Meghan brushed a tear aside and continued eating.

After dinner, Sara offered a suggestion to our new roommate.

“Why don’t you watch daddy as he does the accounts,” she said.

Meghan nodded.

We left Sara to handle the dinner clean-up and moved to my office. I pulled a smaller computer chair up next to mine. I tried to be patient as I answered her questions, but it took twice as long to get things done with her looking over my shoulder.

When we were finished, we moved to the front room. I sat in my recliner.

“Can I sit on your lap while you read?” she asked.

Sara looked up and said, “Give him some quiet time. Find a book or something. You can pester him for an orgasm before you go to bed tonight.”

“I’m out of the penalty box?” Meghan asked.

“Probation,” Sara told her.

She plopped onto the other end of the couch and pulled out her phone. She muttered a curse word every now and then and I asked her what she was doing.

“Mahjong,” she replied.

As soon as I closed my book, she was on her feet.

“No fucking,” Sara said. “Whatever else you two agree to is fine.”

Meghan grinned broadly.

Sara grinned back and said, “Try to keep the screaming to a minimum.”

I crouched over the blonde – on my hands and knees. She sucked my cock down her throat and swallowed again and again as I hurried to see if I could get her to cum first.

She won. It was really no contest.

I collapsed onto the bed beside her and gasped for air – waiting for my heartrate to return to normal.

After that, I crawled between her thighs, looked across her curves into her eyes, and finished my job – watching her face as I pleasured her.

I turned off the light and we cuddled together and were soon fast asleep.

~~~ Thursday ~~~

I turned off my alarm and turned to face my lover. She was wiping the sleep from her eyes. I gave her a good-morning kiss with no tongue. My morning breath is too shitty for that. By the time I headed for the shower, she was up and getting dressed.

I collected my lunch and coffee from my daughter’s new assistant. I kissed her on the lips and told her to keep up the good work. I kissed the corner of my daughter’s mouth.

“I miss mama,” she said.

“Me too, baby,” I said.

“Did you sleep good?”

I winked at Meghan and said, “Really good. Thank you both.”

My little girl giggled and gave me a peck on the lips.

“You make me proud every day, baby girl,” I told her.

“Dad?” she asked.

“Yes, baby?”

“You make me proud every day, too,” she replied.

It took two attempts to swallow the bullfrog that had suddenly hatched in my throat – but I finally got it down. She hugged my neck and then told me to “git”.

When I got home, Sara said, “Put your swimsuit on.”

I quirked an eyebrow at her.

“The pool needs cleaned and you two are helping me,” she announced.

Meghan yipped and ran for her room.

I got to the table to find her pulling the bottom of her lifeguard swimsuit up so that I had a camel-toe to eye-fuck. I shook my head at her and took my seat. Sara had her pool uniform on as well.

We finished our meal and then the taskmaster sent me and the hired-hand out to start on the pool while she cleaned up our dinner things.

When she finally got to the pool, we got yelled at.

“What are you two doing? That’s not going to clean the pool!”

“Chicken fighting,” I told her, pulling my face from Meghan’s snatch to answer her.

“First of all,” my impertinent daughter said, trying not to laugh, “Chicken fighting requires more than one team – AND – second of all – when Meghan is sitting on your shoulders – her cunt is supposed to be pressed against the back of your head – not your face.”

“Trust me,” I said, trying not to smirk, “it’s a LOT more fun this way.”

When Sara started yelling, Meghan had slid down my body and was clinging to me like a monkey. She stayed quiet – so as not to get herself knocked out of probation. She had tried to talk me out of what we’d been doing – for about two seconds. As soon as my tongue was buried in her cunt, she hadn’t been able to talk at all.

“I’m going to get a cold drink,” my daughter growled. “You two had better be working when I get back.”

For the next hour, the Handicapper General sat on her throne – the chaise lounge – and supervised our work.

By the time we got the job done the way she wanted, it was time for bed.

Meghan crawled between my thighs as I lay on my back in bed. She sucked on my cock-knob and jacked my prick with her hand until I exploded into her mouth. She swallowed each creamy burst down her throat.

After that, she laid on my hand and I fingered her again as she cuddled against me. When I was done, she had me pull my finger out and just cup her sex on my hand Sahabet Güncel Giriş for the night – lesson learned.

Once again, we were both quickly asleep.

~~~ Friday ~~~

By now, we were establishing a routine and Meghan seemed to be acclimating to life with Sara and me.

My daughter announced that the blonde was no longer on probation. We could have sex – but we had to use a rubber. I asked if I could fuck her slit as long as there was no penetration and she warned me that I was playing with fire.

We went out for dinner. Sara let Meghan pick. She chose Mexican. We took her to our favorite spot. The girls talked me into a margarita and Sara had to drive us home.

I fucked Meghan’s slit – as promised – and shot my gooey spend up and down her labia. She rubbed it in, fingering her clit, and came a second time. I handed her my boxers – so she could clean herself up – and then we cuddled and fell asleep.

~~~ Saturday ~~~

I usually try to only work on Saturday if I need some time to wrap something up. On this day, I finished up the project I was working on by mid-morning and got back to the house in time to help the girls finish up the yardwork.

Once that was done, Meghan talked me into skinny-dipping with her until it was time for lunch. We played innocently enough for a while and then she hugged herself to me and rode my cock like it was a stick-pony – sliding it back and forth in her gap.

Sara shook her head at us and finally headed into the house. I kissed my lusty blonde lover and promised her we’d finish this later. I pulled my trunks back on and fired up the grill. Sara brought out the things I needed to cook. Meghan kissed my cheek and went to help my little girl with the rest of the meal preparations.

After we cleaned up from lunch, Sara informed me that we needed to run back to Meghan’s house to grab a couple more totes from the garage. I threw on a polo shirt and some khaki shorts and met the girls at the front door. I collected kisses and then we slipped out to get into the car. Sara let her friend ride shotgun.

Meghan punched her code in to get the garage door to open and the girls went in after the totes while I popped the trunk.

A ragged looking woman who had to be Meghan’s mom came out of the house and down the walk.

“Well, hello there, handsome!” she said to me.

“I thought you already had a boyfriend,” Meghan snarled.

“He left,” the woman replied.

“Well, this one’s mine. Back off.”

“What do you mean, he’s yours?” she asked.

“Yeah, well, it’s too early to take a pregnancy test but I’m pretty sure I’m carrying his child.”

“You fucked my daughter?!” the woman gasped.

Meghan stepped between her mother and me.

“No,” she said. “I fucked HIM. Well. The first time. The second time, he definitely fucked me. Damned-near pounded me through the mattress. I passed out. They were all halfway done with breakfast by the time I woke up.”

Sara smirked at her friend.

“We fucked again the next day and then the day after that … well … Anyway. Buzz off.”

“Jerome’s gone,” her mother said. “You can come home.”

“I’ll tell you what, mom,” Meghan said. “I should be able to take my pregnancy test next week. If it’s negative, there’s no reason for me to continue mooching off of Sara and her dad. I’ll move back in then.”

“You’ll definitely be pregnant by next week,” her mom said, looking down over her outfit – as if she were dressed like a whore – and not wearing what she had on.

“We haven’t had sex since Sunday, mom,” Meghan said, “if it’s any of your fucking business.”

I reached over and twined my fingers through hers.

“Why are your hands on my daughter?” the woman asked.

Meghan answered, “Mr. Moore is quietly telling me to calm down. I’ll take my test in a week. I’ll let you know what I find out.”

“I’ll come …” her mom said.

“I will LET YOU KNOW what I find out,” Meghan repeated.

She pulled me, behind her, to the front passenger door. I opened it and she sat down. I closed it and walked around the car to climb behind the wheel. Sara opened the back door, got in, and closed the door.

I eased the car out of the drive and headed for home.

Meghan reached her hand over. I stuck my fingers through hers.

“Thank you,” she said.

“You shouldn’t curse at your mother,” I told her.

“I’ll …,” she started to say.

“You did fine, honey,” I told her. “I’m proud of you.”

“I lied to you – and I’m sorry – but I won’t be sorry if I’m pregnant,” she said.

I reached over and rubbed her belly. She placed her hand over mine. I sat back up to focus on the road and she reclaimed my fingers and held them (and my hand) against her stomach – all of the way home.

We got her totes moved to her room and then I dragged her to my recliner. I sat down and pulled her onto my lap. We sat and held each other until it was time to help Sara start dinner.

After dinner, we played Chinese checkers. I got my ass stomped.

Once the game was over, Sara reached into a pocket and slid a foil square across the table to Meghan. She picked it up and read the label.

“Studded?!” Meghan gasped.

Sara laughed and nodded.

“Fuck yes!” the blonde said, grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet.