by Adrian Amos
I smile, but it worries me anyway. Daddy has too hard of a time differentiating business time from personal time. He might try to—might really want to—keep from talking business, but I don't know how much he can control himself when put in the position. I start to feel antsy that the day won't go as well as I was hoping.
I just have to stay positive, and if daddy deviates, I just have to force him onto the right path again.
When we get to the club, daddy meets up with his business partners.
“Guys, this is my stepdaughter”—I blush when daddy says the word 'daughter'—“Mermy.” I then shrink from embarrassment when he calls me Mermy.
“Daddy!” I whine, “Don't be telling people that.” I extend my hand out, “Hi, I'm Pam.” It's not like I love the name Pam, but at least it doesn't sound like magical nonsense.
Daddy laughs, and one of the guys shakes my hand and asks, “So, what's Mermy?”
I roll my eyes and huff. “It's just a nickname daddy gives me. I used to be big on mermaids when I was younger. He didn't even know me when I was into that fad, but when he found out that I was obsessed with that stuff, he started calling me Mermy all the time.” I look at him and put my fists on my hips. “Now, it's just embarrassing, so you need to stop it!”
He just smiles and pokes my ribs, getting me to break my defiant pose. His hands are like tickling masters, ready to crush any resistance I might put up. I giggle and tell him to quit it, and when he stops, the rush of shame is replaced with a rush of blood to my face. I look away, making sure I hide the redness in my cheeks.
We rent some clubs from the clubhouse and get me set up in the cart. My daddy's rich, but he's not going to buy me clubs until he's sure I'm interested in playing more often. But all I can think about is the fact that even if I hate the game, I don't think I'd want to miss the chance to spend time with daddy doing the one thing that relaxes him. It's not often he gets to settle down, so I'm happy to be here, and I doubt I'd want to give it up any time soon.
We go through a few holes. Daddy gives me pointers and tries to guide me along, but I hit like a girl, and I let them go first so I don't slow them down.
But my kindness lets daddy start talking about work more, until he's no longer really paying attention to me. Just like I feared would happen.
“Daddy? Can you come show me how to swing again?”
“Yeah, give me one second, Mermy.”
Ugh, I told him not to call me that. I'd let it go, but daddy goes right back to talking to his partners, and I'm left standing around, feeling awkward as all hell. I start tossing the golf ball in the air, trying to throw it higher and higher and still catch it. I miss it once, letting it smack close to all the guys. I rush over and apologize to them, but they barely notice. When I turn back toward the ball and reach down to pick it up, using the club to steady me as I bend over, I feel an eerie silence hit the group of men behind me.
I feel daddy approach me quickly from behind and lead me off to the side. “Baby, you gotta be careful. Everyone could kind of see—you know—your business.”
“My what?” I ask, confused.
“Your panties. When you bent over, you kind of gave everyone a full view. Let's just say, we all know they're pink now.”
I look over at all the older men and catch a lot of sneaky glances over my way. I blush. “Sorry, daddy. Did I embarrass you?”
He shakes his head, looking over at his partners, “No, no, of course not. I just don't want other guys seeing you like that.”
Other guys? It seems like daddy is protecting me, but the way he said other guys and gave them a serious glance, makes me think it's something else. Was daddy jealous of other men looking at me?
No, that can't be. That's just the foolish girl in me talking.
Daddy pays a little more attention to me over the next few holes, but slowly reverts back to his lack of concentration. When I ask him for help, he's busy dealing with something else.
When I ask him to help me with my swing again, he doesn't even acknowledge me. That makes me mad, and I feel like stomping over to the cart, tossing my club in my bag, and not getting out until the game is over.
But I have a better idea. If daddy really is jealous, then he might not be a big fan of this.
“Benny?” I turn to one of daddy's younger partners. Ever since my little mishap with my skirt earlier, Benny's been keeping a close eye on me. I know he's being a pervert, but he's daddy's associate, so I just ignore him. But I'm not going to ignore him now. “Do you mind helping me with my swing? I feel like I'm close, but I think I could use a little help.”
He looks over at daddy, but when daddy doesn't notice, he turns back to me and clears his throat. “Yeah, sure, absolutely.”
I walk up to the tee and put my ball down. I take my stance, spreading my legs wide and locking my hip to the side. I give my butt a good, slow shake from side to side. “Is this how you do it?”
“Uh, no, not quite,” he says, staring at my ass. I tilt forward a little more, letting my skirt ride up some and reveal my pink panties. “Like this?”
I can see his Adam's apple bob up and down. He glances back at daddy, who still doesn't care about me or what's going on.
“Maybe you should show me. I'm just not getting it from words alone.”
As hesitant as he looks, he sidles up behind me, circling his arms around me and wrapping his hands over mine on the club. “See,” he says, his voice a whisper next to my ear, “You need your hands like this and you need to bend your hips slightly.”
I push my ass backwards, grinding it against his thighs. I can feel his cock harden under his shorts, my crack moving along his shaft. “Like this?” I whisper back at him.
He swallows, “Almost, it's just a little more—“
“Benny! What the hell are you doing with my daughter?” Daddy comes up behind us, grabs Benny by the shoulder and yanks him off me, spinning him in place.
“N-nothing! I swear, she just wanted some help with her stance,” he sputters out, wincing from an incoming attack.
But I cut in to save him. With sass, though: “Yeah, daddy, he was just showing me. You were too busy to help, so I asked Benny to step in.” I smile at him, showing him that I'm not to be trifled with.
He glares at me and lets Benny go. “Get out of here, Benny. Go talk to the guys.” Benny runs off like a scared boy, and daddy turns to focus on me. “What are you thinking? You shouldn't let anyone like Benny touch you like that.”
I can't help but smirk. I knew daddy was jealous! He's almost fuming that I let Benny near me, but that's exactly what he deserves for abandoning me. “Well,” I cross my arms, “I wouldn't need someone like Benny if my daddy just paid attention to me.”
He nods, “Pay attention to you, huh?” His mouth shifts, his teeth most likely grinding under his bite. It's an anger I've never seen from daddy, and I feel the pang of apprehension hit me. “I don't pay attention to you, and you're just going to let another guy grind up on you?”
Another guy? There he goes again. But even if I'm nervous about his overpowering demeanor, I'm not going to back down. He did me wrong for sure. “Yeah, I can do whatever I want when you're not looking.”
“Mermy, you better—“
But I scream out, “Stop calling me Mermy!” His partners catch wind of our argument and look our way.
Daddy snaps my elbow up, dragging me toward the walking path. “What are you doing?” I hiss.
“Be quiet,” he says. He turns toward his partners, “Guys, go on ahead without us. I just need to do something and I'll catch right up with you.”
We walk along the path, leaving the cart behind. He doesn't say anything, merely seething under his breath. We approach a little building off to the side of the road and walk into the men's bathroom.
“Why are we here?” I ask, as he locks the door behind us. This isn't a public bathroom; you don't have those in a rich country club. It's almost like a palatial mansion with a single toilet
in it.
“If you want to act like a child, then you're going to be treated like a child.” He pulls me over to a small table in the center of the bathroom, stocked with magazines, towels, sanitizers, and refreshments. But none of that matters as daddy sweeps it onto the ground, bending me over the table.
“Daddy, stop, what are you doing?!”
“Spanking you like an insolent child.”
He lifts my skirt up, but I yell, “No, daddy, I'm your princess!”
“Right now, you're acting like a little brat.” He swings his hand down, smacking my flesh with a good oomph, forcing the breath from me in impact and shock at what he's doing. I've never been spanked in my entire life! I can't believe he's hitting me.
“Stop, daddy, I'm sorry! Please!” But he lays into me, cracking his open palm against my ass. The sting on my ass is intense, and with each swat, the sting grows bolder. But my real concern is that with each swat, my pussy tingles lightly. The dominant control of daddy's hand is slowly but surely making my pussy wet!
I start to cry, and daddy finally lets up, letting me lie on the table and sob.
“Have you learned your lesson now?” he asks. He's trying to be stern, but I can tell his intention shifted the second I started the wetworks. Little does he know, but I'm wet at both ends!
I'm crying because I'm embarrassed at my own arousal. I can't be thinking naughty thoughts like that about my daddy!
But I'm also crying because I feel like I got the short end of the stick. “It's not fair that you spanked me. I just wanted you to pay attention to me.”
He's about to utter something, but he stops himself. “You were acting like a brat, I...”
“Because you promised you'd spend quality time with me today.” I turn my head around from my position on the table, “You lied!”
Daddy is clearly upset. “I'm sorry. I didn't even realize.”
“I know you didn't. You don't care at all about me!”
“Babygirl, that's not true. I care so much about you.”
“Yeah, you just get jealous and hit me.”
His brow furrows. He lifts my skirt again and places his hand on my ass, rubbing the sore spots he just struck. I swallow, the warm, soothing motion of his hand like a balm on my wounds, making my body shiver from his touch. It feels so good!
“I shouldn't have done that... I just... I was jealous.”
“Why, daddy? Why were you jealous?”
“Because I...” he trails off, unable to think of what to say.
I pick myself up and turn toward him. “It's because you love me, isn't it?”
He nods.
“It's okay, daddy, I love you, too.” I swing my arms around his neck and give him a big hug. I peck him on the cheek, but as I pull back and look into his eyes, I see the sadness in his eyes. Daddy's my protector, and I can see he thinks he failed me.
“You didn't do anything wrong, daddy. I should have acted better.”
He smiles, and as I look at his lips, I can't help but lean in to give him a soft kiss.
But that soft kiss turns into something else in my body. I just wanted to reassure him; I just wanted to show him that he's still my daddy, but something in my gut turns, and I feel an intense pressure inside me. I look into his eyes and feel something entirely different.
I lean in to kiss him again, but this time my lips don't just graze his: they lock with him, molding to his breathtaking form. Daddy responds, moving his head with mine as we hold each other.
“Baby, what was that?”
“I—I love you, daddy. I want you,” I say, my face heating at my admission.
But daddy kisses me again, taking away that heat and filling my mouth with his love. His tongue glides against mine, his body pressing against me as he pulls me tight.
“I want you, daddy,” I say again.
“You're mine, baby,” he says, “You'll never lose me.” He spins me around, holding my back against him as he kisses my neck and nibbles on my ear.
“Oh, daddy,” I moan, his soft bites driving tremors through me. He pulls on the string of my corset, and with an easy motion, loosens it enough to pull it over my head.
“I can't believe this is happening,” I squeak as daddy reveals my tiny breasts.
He moves his hands from behind me, sliding them over my waist and coming up to grab my tits. “I can't believe it either, baby. Daddy never thought this would happen.” His hands crush my soft flesh, massaging my tits with his large paws. He goes back to kissing my neck, lightly tapping my nipples with his thumbs as he bites into my straining tendons.
“That feels good, daddy. Really good.”
He pushes me, bending me over the table again. But whereas he meant to punish me before, now he soothes me, his hand running over my ass as he caresses it once again. He kneels behind me, flipping my skirt over me, and proceeds to kiss my flesh slowly and softly, apologizing to it with his lips.
“I hope this feels better, babygirl.”
“It feels amazing, daddy.”
As he continues to kiss me, his fingers hook into the band of my panties, pulling it down between pecks on my ass. He removes it from me as he lifts my feet up. Daddy can see my pussy now, seeing me glisten and in a position I never thought would happen in my wildest dreams.
“Daddy will make it all up for spanking you, princess.” He uses his hands to spread me apart, giving him a direct view of me. He presses his face in, his tongue gently tickling my hole, flicking over it with enthusiasm.
He sucks on my lips, pulling on them and tasting me with emphatic grunts. My hips buck from the amazing sensation. It's my first time having someone taste me down there: I'm so nervous that I don't taste good, but I couldn't stop him if I wanted to. So I mumble instead: “Is it good, daddy?”
“Oh, it's delicious, baby. This has to be the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted.”
My face flushes. My daddy's words make me relax and let him do his work. He's an older man, so he definitely knows what he's talking about.
He lowers his face, attacking my clit directly when he had all but ignored it until then. He's tender, kissing it and placing it between his lips like a little bud, like he were kissing me on the nose. Each vibration of his lips sends a shock wave through my pussy, and I can feel my own wetness begin to build up as daddy pleasures me.
“You're too good to me, daddy.” I lift myself up and help him stand as well. I kneel before him, undoing the belt and zipper to his slacks. As I get closer to revealing his thingie, I feel my nerves spike again. I've never seen a cock before; I've only ever gotten to second base with the boys I've dated. I'm going to see a cock for the first time up close, and... even have it inside me!
When I pull down his boxers with his shorts, his cock springs from his pants, fully erect. I smile and look up at him. “Do I turn you on, daddy?”
He nods, “Of course, babygirl. You're a beautiful woman. You turn every man on when you enter a room.”
I blush and shake my head. I sheathe his length in both my hands, unable to fully cover him. “Your cock is so big!” Way bigger than I would have thought a cock should be.
“A girl like you needs the best.”
I pull back on him, drawing his dick tight with a firm grip. Daddy groans, so I know I'm doing something right! I pull him back and forth, and then kiss him on his hole like he kissed me.
He bites his lip, looking to the ceiling. “Jesus, babygirl, that's like torture.”
I instead move to licking his head, tasting a salty residue of cum on his tip, compelling me to suck on him to draw more of his delicious cum. I suck on his head, which makes him wince. “Oh, take me in. That's so sensitive. Take me all the way in.”
I open my mouth wide and engulf his massive cock, wrapping my lips around him and creating a seal. It's hard to keep him in my mouth without gagging, but after I calm myself and think about my breathing, it becomes a lot easier.
I go down on daddy, taking his length to the back of my throat be
fore pulling him out and making him wet to the touch. I love the taste of him, the scent of him making an excellent spice on his cock. He's so hard in my mouth that it's actually fun to see how far I can take him inside me, and it's also fun to grab his cock and pull on it, making it feel even harder.
I must have gotten lost in my reverie because daddy starts grunting loudly. “Stop, stop, stop,” he calls out as he pulls my head off of him.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, worried that I might have done something bad in my trance.
“No, baby, no. You just almost made daddy come.”
I pinch my brow together. “But isn't that what you want?”
“Yes, but I don't want to come in your mouth. Maybe another time. Right now, though,” he says, lifting me to my feet, “I want to come in your pussy, baby.”
“My pussy?” I ask as he pulls my skirt down, leaving me naked in the men's room. He takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it for a moment before answering me.
“I want to come inside you. Make you feel daddy's length as he shoots his load in you.”
My face reddens at daddy's coarse language. “But won't I get pregnant?” I ask as he lays me back onto the table, spreading my legs and holding them up.
“Maybe. Maybe daddy'll get you pregnant and you'll have his baby.”
I gasp. “Are you serious?”
He nods. He slides his cock against my hole, slowly spreading my lips as he coats his cock in my juices. “Would you like that, babygirl?”
“I—I don't know.” I've never thought about children before, but the thought of carrying around a baby—daddy's baby—inside me, makes me shake in delight.
He shrugs, “I could always stop and grab a condom.”
He knows exactly what I'll say to that.
“No, no, don't daddy!” I shake my hips a little, scooting forward and letting the head of his dick slip inside me. I moan, the thickness of his cock intense in my virgin pussy. “I want you inside me; I want you to come in me, daddy.”
He nods, grabbing my thighs and slowly, safely pushing his cock into me. I grab onto the edge of the table and bite my lip, stifling my cries as daddy's big cock penetrates me.
