by Hayden Ash
Valentine Daddy
Hayden Ash
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Contents
Allison I
Logan I
Allison II
Logan II
Allison III
Logan III
Epilogue
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Allison I
Save yourself embarrassment…
I should have listened to my friend’s advice when she gave it to me the first time. I knew it was going to happen, but I asked him out anyway, and he rejected me in front of all those people.
I press the iron on a light turquoise sweater that’s already perfectly creased because I’m trying to distract myself. But, it’s not working, and before I know it, my tears are falling out from eyes and down onto the steaming hot iron. Upon impact with the metal, the water droplets splash painfully onto my wrists. It feels right, somehow, and makes the emotional pain feel a little bit less painful.
“Honey? Is everything ok?” Logan asks me as he enters my bedroom.
“Josh said no!” I cry and fall into his big, strong arms.
Logan is the man who takes care of me, while my dad is in and out of rehab for alcohol and sex addiction. He’s a few years older than my dad, and very handsome. He has old movie star good looks and is incredibly buff, but you couldn’t tell because he dresses so modestly. But, I’ve seen him *almost* completely naked and…My God…
Immediately, I feel safe and protected and even manage to forget about what just happened. It’s like he brings me into his world, which is so much better than my own and lets me stay as long as I need/ But, as he releases me from his embrace, I feel the pain all over again.
“It’s ok, baby. He’s a fucking idiot! You’re a fucking superstar! You know that?”
“But…”
“No, I need you to know that! Tell me you’re a Superstar!”
“I’m a superstar…”
“Louder!”
“I’m a superstar!”
He laughs, picks me up, and spins me around the room. I giggle as my feet glide like a merry-go-round.
“You’re so silly!” I tell him.
“Look, Rebecca and I are supposed to go out to Luigi’s tonight for our Valentine’s Day. Why don’t you come with us?”
“I don’t know…”
“She will be nice to you, I promise!”
“You know she doesn’t listen to anyone when she drinks and she will drink,” I tell him.
“That’s true…” He concedes. “Ok, how about this: just you and I will go to Luigi’s!”
“Really?!” I scream.
I jump in his arms and wrap my arms as tightly as I can around him. He holds me even tighter, and his hands brush against my ass.
Then, I kiss him on his lips. And, he kisses me back like it’s nothing. Like I’m not his little girl. And, I kiss him back as he holds me in his arms and we continue this for the next ten or so minutes.
Then, he puts me down like nothing happened, and he goes back to his yard work like he always does when these things happen. I know nothing can happen…nothing should happen, but lately these “incidents” have been happening more and more often, so, sometimes I think maybe…
Logan I
She steps out of the limousine looking like she’s worth billions, absolutely stunning.
Maybe it’s just me who thinks this, but, regardless, I can’t take my eyes off of her. Even though we are not at all related, I feel like she’s my little girl. And, at the same time, I’m proud to have her on my arm as we celebrate this day that people usually spend with people they’re in love with.
“The reservation should be under Wentz,” I tell the hostess.
“Um,” she says, looking uncomfortable. “Right, this way…”
We follow the hostess through the restaurant where we’re met with even more confused stares. Some of the restaurant patrons, people I know from around town, seem to actually be glaring in protest. I don’t care, though. Let them cross their arms and clutch their pearls. I am proud to be seen with such a beautiful, young woman like Allison. In fact, there’s no one I’d rather be with tonight.
“Here you go, honey,” I say as I pull out her chair.
When she sits down, I gently push back the strands of hair from out of her face and tuck them behind her ear. She has such a pretty face, and I love it when I can see all of it.
“Sit down, daddy!” She giggles.
I take my seat across from her. Then, I take her hand in mine.
I have no idea anymore if anyone is staring at us because I don’t even care enough to look at this point. This is the best date of my life. I want to savor it—not focus on people are simply jealous of what we have.
“Should we get a bottle of wine?” I ask her.
“I’m only eighteen. You know that!” She laughs.
“Honey, I own this restaurant. We can order whatever the hell we want!”
“Oh, yeah!” She says, her eyes widening in excitement. “Ok, then definitely!”
“Bobby, let’s have a Cabernet Sauvignon…the Promontory 2013,” I tell one of my waiters.
“Right away, sir!” He answers, dutifully.
“Oh my god, daddy, that bottle costs eight hundred and ninety-five dollars!”
“It’s Valentine’s Day!” I tell her. “And, more important than that, it’s you…”
When the waiter returns to our table, I take the bottle from his hand and pour the wine for Allison. The dark red liquid comes quickly out of the bottle, and reaches all the way down to the base of the glass, filling it up.
“To you…” I say.
I pour myself a glass, and we touch our glasses against one another, then take a sip.
“Yuck! This tastes like ass!” She giggles. “Just kidding, this tastes really amazing, thank you.”
“Of course, baby,” I tell her. “I want you to know that you’re the most special girl in the world to me.”
“I know, daddy. You’re super special to me too! You’ve made this Valentine’s Day simply amazing! I don’t even care anymore about Josh or any other boy…”
I rub my hand across the back of her little, delicate hand and stare into her soft eyes. Then my phone goes off and the moment is broken.
“Shoot, I’m sorry, honey, I thought I had turned this thing off.”
“It’s ok, looks like it’s your girlfriend! You should answer it!” She tells me.
“Hello?” I say through through the phone.
“Get…get your ass back here you fucker! You fucking freak! Going on our Valentine’s Day with her? She’s like your daughter, you sick son of a bitch!”
“Are you drunk?” I ask her sternly.
“What the fuck difference does that…does that make, um…at all?”
“Goodbye…” I say and hang up the phone.
“Looks like we better get home, honey…” I tell Allison.
Allison II
Daddy holds my hand as I step through the front door.
She’s here waiting for us. Her cold, lifeless eyes suck the air straight
out of the room as she eyes me up and down—envying my youth, envying the way that her husband looks at me.
“Honey, it’s Valentines Day. Why doesn’t Allie go along to bed so you can spend some time with your girlfriend…” she says. There’s so much being said by what she’s not saying, and we hear it all.
“We just walked in, give her a break!” He scolds her.
“It’s not fair!” She whimpers. “And it’s not right. She’s going to think you’re her actual boyfriend…”
“He is my actual boyfriend!” I yell at her. “You should have seen him tonight…he looked so handsome tonight at that fancy, five-star restaurant.”
“And, you looked absolutely stunning. The most beautiful girl in the entire building. All the other men were so jealous of me!”
I get on my tippy-toes and kiss him on his lips. He kisses me back and takes me in his strong arms like he always does. His girlfriend just stares at us—super uncomfortable and I love it.
“Ahem, Logan? Could I have a word with you in private?” She asks him.
“We have no secrets in this house, you know that,” he says, casually.
“I…need a drink,” she says.
“I think that’d be a good idea, hon,” he says.
We walk to the family room, and all sit on the same couch together.
“It’s so boring in here. Let’s play some music!” I shout and hop to my feet, leaving him and her alone together on the couch. She tries to scoot up next to him, but he pushes her off.
I turn on some pop music and start dancing to it. I know daddy can’t stand it, but he loves watching me dance to it. I spin from one corner of the room to the other, and his eyes follow me everywhere. I love performing for him. I love making him happy with my body. It helps me forget about my problems at school. He understands me in a way that no one does.
His girlfriend takes a drink straight from a bottle of some liquor I don’t know. She looks like a homeless person, her hair a mess, her clothes smelly and dirty, and her eyes so bloodshot I’m not even sure she’s totally conscious right now. This is all fine, because she doesn’t exist—not to me. All that matters right now is my daddy and I.
I dance slowly towards him—taking my time, taunting him, teasing him. I smile mischievously at him like I’m about to do something wrong, but it’s all an illusion—for now. I’m going to be a good, little girl.
As I get close to him, he looks my little body over, takes it all in but doesn’t dare to touch. Finally, I sit down on his lap and feel his big, hard dick trying to burst out of his suit pants.
“Daddy, am I your girlfriend?”
“I would be honored to have you as my girlfriend!”
“I would be honored to be your girlfriend!”
Then, we kiss again. He dips me down, and now I’m cradled in his arms, looking up at him.
“Logan, stop…stop encoring this little crush. It was cute before, but now it’s really getting out of hand,” his girlfriend says.
We ignore her and a few minutes later she passes out and drops the bottle of liquor on the floor. It cracks and starts to spill its brown liquid all over the carpet.
“Leave it,” he says in that firm, powerful voice that makes my body tingle.
“You really have feelings for me, right, daddy?” I ask him.
“What do you think?” He says.
Then, I slide down his body and put my head in between his legs. I slowly unzip his pants and pull his dick out. It’s humongous, so long and strong just like him. I want it to do things to me. I want it to punish me. But, above that, I just want to please it.
“We shouldn’t do this, baby. This is going too far,” he tells me. “What would your dad think?”
“I want to be your girlfriend…your real girlfriend…” I whisper.
“Honey…” he says as I stroke his big cock.
Then I put my lips down on it and go down as hard and as deep as I can until it’s poking the back of my throat.
Logan II
I put my big hands through her silky, long hair.
She looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes—looking just like a Disney Princess.
She’s warming my dick up, but for what? Could I really put my dick inside of her tiny, tight pussy? She is not my daughter—not in any way, but I’ve helped raise her these past few years, while her dad has been in and out of rehab. And, yet, now she is so god damn sexy, the woman of my dreams. I want to do very dark things to her. I wonder if she could handle them.
“I love your big cock so much…” she whispers. “Am I doing a good job?”
“You are…” I tell her.
“As good as she does it?” She asks.
“Better,” I tell her. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
“I want to be perfect for you, daddy.”
I close my eyes and, before I know it, she’s on top of me—trying to get my massive dick into her super tight cunt. As soon as the tip enters her, she winces in pain. I’m too much for her to handle.
“Stop, baby, you’re hurting yourself.
“No, I can do it!” She tells me.
Finally, she manages to push her pussy onto it, and even though it caused her a lot of pain, I can tell by the smile on her face that it was worth it to her.
“Now kiss me again!” She demands, and I take her close in my arms and plant a big kiss on her perfect, pink lips. I can feel every groove of her pussy, and even though I’m worried that I’m stretching it too much, I’m also loving it. I’m her first, her only. Her cunt feels fucking amazing as it clenches so tight on my penis. I love exploring her. I’m learning new things with every stroke.
She starts to bounce on it. I look down and see her cum pouring out of her pussy like a water fountain, thickening as she continues to shift her pussy up and down.
“Yeah, there it is. You’re doing so good. You’re amazing!” I tell her.
She grabs my wrists and puts my hands on her ass.
“I love being your girlfriend, daddy!”
“You can be even more than that…” I say suggestively.
“What do you mean?” She asks me, and then I lead her to my bedroom.
Allison III
He picks me up and carries me into his bedroom.
Then, he places me gently on his California King bed and spreads my legs out wide. He glides over me and looks deep into my eyes. I look back, adoring him. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, for years really. I never dared to make this real, but now he’s actually here on top of me. I can feel every inch of his naked body on top of mine, really to take me down.
He goes inside me hard and holds his penis inside me for several seconds. Then, he takes it out and puts it back in at the exact same spot, the just right spot. He knows me already. He knows my body.
My toes curl back as he continues to stab my pussy with his big, long dick at just the right angle. I grip his back as he starts to speed up and bite his lip as he gets hard as a stone inside my cunt.
“Fuck me, daddy…” I whisper in his ear. This really turns him on, and he starts drilling my pussy like he’s punishing it. I begin to sweat as the friction continues to light up inside my pussy. I’ve never been had a penis this big inside me, and it’s scary but exciting all at once. The feeling of being filled up is almost too much to stand. I want this so bad. I want my pussy to be slammed by my daddy. He’s tearing me apart, and I’m in love with it.
“Choke me, daddy!” I scream.
He grabs my neck firmly and starts pressing down. As he does, I can feel even more of him—every stroke. My vision is blurring, and I can see only him, the gorgeous man that he is and I feel so safe that I can let go entirely. I have no reason to guard myself against him. He knows how to take care of me and what we’re doing right now feels so right.
His girlfriend wakes up and starts wandering around the family room, bumping into things, and cursing at no one in particular. I find it hot that he’s still fucking me like she’s
not literally just ten feet away. It lets me know how much he cares about me—that our bond is actually real.
“I love you, daddy…” I whisper, red-faced, and half-embarrassed.
“I love you more,” he tells me.
Then, he starts pounding my pussy so hard that I can literally hear the sound of his giant cock slamming again and again into my little pussy. I’m screaming so loud that the entire block can hear me. His face is red and primal, he’s an animal, and I’m his willing prey.
“Take me, daddy! Take me…”
And, as his girlfriend stumbles drunkenly into the room, daddy pulls out and cums all over my face and tits, and I wipe it all over my body because it feels so good to be his.
Logan III
The sunlight wakes us up as it enters through the massive window in my bedroom.
There she is, Allison, her beautiful, sweet body lying next to mine. Her eyes open slowly, and I kiss her on her cheek. She caresses my face like it’s the first time she’s seen me in a very long time, and we start making out.
My girlfriend wakes up, as well. She appears from the floor and starts to cry in the corner.
“Just get out of here…” I tell her. “I’ve found my true love!”
When I declare this, Allison grabs my face in her hands and kisses me harder than she’s ever kissed me. I do feel bad for my girlfriend, but I’m just so happy right now that I can’t stand the sight of her anymore.
My girlfriend changes into some fresh clothes and leaves me alone with my queen, my little Snow White.
“Should we go get breakfast or something? Maybe do something fun today?” I ask Allison.
“Mm…no. I want to go again!” She says and jumps on me.
