Her Accidental Daddy

by ChaShiree M.

  “Wake up sweet girl. Time for me to feed you. You need to keep up your strength and we need to talk.” With those final four words, everything I thought was happening suddenly seems like the imaginings of a teenager. “Hey. Sadie. Look at me.”

  I wish the tear that was hiding didn’t fall when my face lifts, but it does. I should be stronger than this.

  “Why are you crying? What’s wrong? Are you sore still?” But then he is still so attentive. Maybe I am overreacting.

  “It’s just...you said the four dreaded words. I thought……” He shocks the hell out of me and bellows out a laugh that warms my heart and makes my stomach bubble.

  “Oh, sweet girl. You are so adorable. No. I meant about your life. I thought about everything you said to me out our dinner the other night and I think I have a solution or two, but you have to be amenable. I mean to embrace you and wrap you in safety, security, love and of course non-stop fucking. But I won’t do any of it against your plans for your own life. I want you willing and full of the same incessant need for me, that I have felt for you since I laid eyes on you. Now eat your pancakes and fruit and then we'll talk.”

  Twenty minutes and a plate full of food later, I am sitting on his lap, sans clothes, waiting to hear what he has to say. His mouth is leaving delicious trails of goosebumps across my shoulders, and neck. Don’t count out his hands. They are intimately, petting my kitty, causing me to writhe and moan, spreading my legs wider. He chuckles at my attempt to take what I want.

  “Such a naughty little girl. You take what I give you. Nothing more.” He says speeding up his ministrations. I want to beg him to please just pull his cock out and sit me on it. Oh God I need it right now. He is driving me crazy. Sitting on his lap, naked, being stroked like this is sweet torture. Finally, before I can reach my peak, he removes his hands and licks his fingers.

  “So fucking delicious. I could sit here for hours drinking from your sugar well, sweet girl.”

  “What’s stopping you?” I ask a bit cheekily.

  “Ok sweet girl. Watch it. Don’t make me spank this delectable kitty.” he smacks it one time. I squeak a bit. It startles me more than it hurts.

  “I’m sorry Daddy. What did you want to talk to me about?”

  “I think I have found a solution to some of the things you were worried about. My friend Ralph is a lawyer. He doesn’t specialize in family law, but he will take on your situation. He said, he can have your sister declared as abandoning her children, giving your mother legal custody simultaneously. I am more than willing to hire a nanny for her so that she may have help.”

  I am momentarily stunned. I mean...wow!! My initial reaction is to wrap my arms around him and thank him. Having something like this worked out, would make things so much smoother for us. But then it hits me.

  “I don’t understand. How does that help, Charles?” Right now, I am not a little girl, leaning on her daddy. I am a woman, who has responsibilities and a family that depend on her. I don’t take that lightly.

  “Sadie, what do you want for your life? I know what you told me the other night, but I am not sure if that is what you really want.” I thought I did until he asked me. But now having him lay it all out like this, I don’t know if I can do it. Walk away from my mom and those two little girls I love like my own, to do what? Start something with a man twice my age that may not go anywhere. I mean eventually he will get bored right, and move on to a woman more his caliber? My heart hurts just thinking it.

  Oh God. What have I been doing acting like a teenager with no thoughts or cares? I get up out of his lap, stomaching aching, threatening to wretch. I feel sick knowing that even for a second, I entertained the idea of abandoning my family. What kind of person am I?

  “Sadie? Tell me what is going through your mind.” I turn to look at him and the other side of me, is screaming to run back into his arms and let him take charge of everything. To lean on him and let him lead me and keep me. I have to go. If I don’t get out of here, I might do just that.

  “Charles last night was...well, more than I ever thought I could have. But I...my family needs me. I wish I could run away and just be your ‘sweet girl’, but the reality is, I can’t.” I can see the disappointment and hurt on his face and I feel even more a bitch.

  “You mean you won’t.”

  “I’m...I’m sorry. I have to go.” Running from the room, I chant over and over that I am doing the right thing. When I am finally dressed, I walk back downstairs which feels more like walking the plank. He is standing at the front door.

  “Charles I….” He runs the back of his hand across my cheek. A look on his face that looks something akin to what I am feeling.

  “I will be here sweet girl, when you are ready. I know, you have shouldered a lot of the burden and that makes you even more perfect for me. And more beautiful and special. You just need a moment to realize you deserve happiness too.”

  With that he steps back and in moments I am in the car driving away from him. I tell myself I am doing the right thing.

  But then why won’t the tears stop? And why has my heart left my body?

  14

  Charles

  My sweet girl has been gone for two weeks and I am not so slowly falling apart. Sure, on the outside I am the picture of put together and strong. But my insides are weak. In such a short time she became more to me then I have ever had besides my family. Those few short days, I found myself picturing our life together. Her walking around the house barefoot, stomach protruding and ripe as my child grows inside of it while our other kids run around the house happy and full of life. Our nights spent in each other’s arms.

  Some nights I am her daddy when she needs to feel secure and encased in my protection. Other nights she would simply be my grown wife that I adore and happy to live this life with. In both scenarios, I am always the man, the final word, the one who looks after everyone and protects what’s mine. Even from her sometimes bratty self.

  “Aaaahhhhhhhhh.” I scream pushing everything off my desk. Fuck!!!! How did I let things get this far where she is not with me right this very second blending into my desk as I have my way with her wet pussy all over my files?

  “Sir? Is everything ok?”

  “Yes. Margaret. I am fine. Sorry to alarm you.” She stands in my doorway looking quite concerned. I don’t blame her. She has worked for me for years and have never seen me so much as say a cross to anyone. Even in a disagreement. Which is more of a testament to how out of sorts I am.

  “Sir, if I may?”

  “What is it, Margaret?”

  “Sir, I have been worried about you lately. You haven’t been yourself. For a while you seemed…. I don’t know, exuberant and young almost. Then just as swiftly, you were dark and brooding. Well…. I…. I was…..I was wondering if I could be of service?”

  Say what now? I know she is not implying what I think.

  “Margaret I am not sure I understand what you are saying. Be that as it may, I assure you…….” she moves closer and begins to unbutton her blouse and I am shocked into silence. I never had an inkling that she was interested in me as anything other than a boss. Not that it would have made a difference. She is a nice-looking woman, but nothing about her stirs in me what Sadie has managed to do in a few days.

  “Margaret. I am going to give you ten seconds to get your shirt buttoned up and out of my office. As a matter of fact, I am no longer in need of your services. Two months’ severance should be fair. Please clean out your desk and be gone within the next hour.”

  Can’t have her here working beside me, knowing what just happened when Sadie comes here to visit. Never mind that fact that right now Sadie and I are…. on hiatus. That is temporary. Shit. Speaking of temporary.

  “Candace.” I call my other administrative assistant.

  “Sir.”

  “Please have Sonya pull from the pool of phone operators. I need Margaret replaced immediately. As a matter of fact, make sure whoever it is happily married and
with children.” No need in letting this shit happen again.

  “Sir?” I can hear the confusion in her voice.

  “Is there a problem Candace?”

  “No Sir. Right away Sir.”

  I can’t seem to stop pacing the office right now. I feel so fucking uneasy. Like I somehow failed to do something. My brain is whirring over and over chanting in my mind to stop being a pussy and go get my woman. Ralph has been saying the same thing pretty much for the past two weeks. Well when he isn’t trying to convince me to come to his club.

  After an hour of doing absolutely fucking nothing, I have had it. It's time to go get my sweet girl back.

  I need an ally. And I know just who to talk to.

  15

  Sadie

  These past few weeks have been a nightmare. Things that normally make me happy or even moderately satisfied don’t anymore. Where I was content with my life before, I am now just going through the motions. Even my job is no longer something I find joy in. Charles showed me a glimpse of a life where I could be taken care off, loved, cherished and made to feel like someone’s everything and as much it pains me to say, I want it all. I want those night wrapped in arms as he calls me his ‘sweet girl’. I want those days, cooking for him and the family we make.

  As elated and filled with warmth these visions make me, I am almost immediately filled with guilt and self-hatred for wanting something that does not involve my mom and the girls.

  “Earth to Sadie.” My mom waves her hand in front of my face. Before I zoned out, she was asking me what we were going to do with the girls today.

  “Sorry mom. What were you saying?”

  “Don’t sorry me girl. You haven’t been yourself since the night you spent with the mystery man. Did something happen? Did he hurt you?”

  “God mom no. Charles would never hurt me. He is…...well…. amazing. That is just it. He is so great. He’s a gentleman, he’s considerate, he listens. I mean he is everything I prayed for in a husband. Mom, I love him. I mean, I know it was such a short time, but momma, I love him so much, it hurts.” I find myself in her arms weeping for something I had in my hand and dropped. Like she always has been, she is here, wrapping her arms around me, rubbing my back, telling me everything is going to be ok.

  “My baby girl. If you love him, then why have you been here moping for the last two weeks?”

  “The things he wants for his life, though I want those same things, I can’t have. I have you, and Lexi and Jacquie to take care of. I am not my sister. I would never walk away from my responsibilities like that.” I hope she knows that. As hard as it is to walk away from everything I have ever wanted, my family has to come first.

  “Well, my wonderful daughter lucky for you, he is a man that goes for what he wants.” It takes a second for what she says to sink in. I lift my head from her shoulder in query.

  “Mom? What are you talking about?”

  “Sadie, come sit with me.” She pulls me toward the chairs. Sitting down next to her, I cannot help but admire her as I have done so much over the last few years. My mom has always been a beacon of strength and wisdom.

  “My loving daughter, I am so proud of the way you have stepped up, to be there for this family. You are a remarkable young lady, and nothing could ever change that. However, I never intended for you to give up all your dreams. Sadie, if anyone deserves love and a wonderful life, it’s you.” I am trying to hold it together. The girls are upstairs and the last thing I want is for them to come down and see their titi bawling her eyes out.

  “But what about you mom? You should have a life as well. And what about your health? I see you limping. I know something is going on and you are not telling me. And there is no way you can work now, and be able to afford all this. How can you ask me to give all that up?”

  “Lucky for you, sweetheart, you don’t have to.” Say what now? She chuckles as she sees the look on my face. Unfortunately, I have always been easy to read.

  “Mama what are you talking about?” Do I need to add senile to the list of reasons she can’t be left alone?

  “This is where I hand you a letter and tell you my darling daughter: You deserve everything you have ever wanted. The sacrifice you have made for me and your nieces is nothing short of amazing. It's time for you to take a leap and believe that everything will be ok.” She places an envelope in my hands and before I can ask her what it is, she kisses my forehead and walks out of the room. I sit here sort of confused for a bit, not sure what I am supposed to be doing when I remember she said to open it now. Upon reading the first line, my heart starts beating again.

  Sweet Girl,

  I tried to give you time. Time to realize you could have everything. Time to see you didn’t have to choose and that there is nothing I wouldn’t give you if I had a choice. Time to come back to me. But it seems, you are hellbent on denying yourself the very things that bring US happiness, no matter the pain. Well FUCK that. I am done waiting. It's time you come home to me sweet girl. Let Daddy take care of you. Let me give you everything your heart desires while helping you take care of those you love.

  If you are reading this, then your mom has done as I have asked, which means you must have admitted your love for me as well. There is nothing left to do. Come to me… sweet Sadie. I love you so much. I want to give you world. The next step, however, has to be yours. Trust me. Trust in us. I have so much to tell you, but you have to take the first step. Be Daddy’s brave girl and come to me. NOW.

  Love Always,

  Your Daddy

  I imagine my face must look like a window does when a rainstorm comes thru. Wiping my eyes, I have a fleeting moment of doubt before my heart and pussy chant in tandem…. GO TO HIM!

  16

  Charles

  I should have installed a boxing bag in my home office. All I want to do is punch something. All this pent-up energy and nowhere to place it. Well, not entirely true. I know just where to place it. Sadie’s mom called me about 30 minutes ago to let me know my sweet girl was on her way here. I have been feeling like a jungle cat ever since. Knowing that everything I have ever wanted is right within my grasp is almost too much for me to handle calmly.

  My instinct was to have my car go and collect her. But she needs to come to me on her own.

  After what feels like forever, I hear a car pull up outside the house. Opening the front door, I see her exit the cab and for a breath, we stare at one another as the cab pulls away. I just need her to take the last few steps toward me. Take that last doubt-filled step and throw it to the wind.

  I can see the final moment she decides she knows what she wants. Her arms fall to her side, she releases a deep breath and walks, back straight, head held high. She walks right into my arms. Her arms wrapped around my waist, squeezing me so tight.

  “I’m so sorry Daddy. I didn’t want to leave. I just...I didn’t know any other way. I….”

  “Sweet girl. I understand. The important thing is that you came back.” I lead her into the house and remove her coat from her. My mind going a mile as I take her in. God does she look more beautiful than I recall. My hand shakes as it reaches up to move some of the hair from her face. Lingering a bit longer on her neck. She leans into my hand, tears streaming down her face.

  “I…. I wanted to be with you…. I….”

  “I understand. And Daddy forgives you. We have some things to discuss. I have much to tell you as I am sure you have surmised, given your mom gave you my letter. But first, I need you. I think you need me too.” She nods her head vigorously. Sobbing and breaking my fucking heart. “Now go upstairs, remove your clothes and wait for me.”

  After she disappears up the stairs, I take a moment to compose myself. Having her back here and ready to surrender to the inevitability of us has my body hyperaware. I take a swallow of the whiskey I was nursing before walking up the stairs. I told her to come up and undress, but still nothing could prepare me for the sight before me.

  Standing in the middle of the
room stark naked, looking every bit as innocent as she is when she isn’t riding my cock, as my balls swinging low and filled with the jizz needed to make her a mother. Her tits firm yet plentiful. Nipples distended, arching toward me begging me to encase them in my hot mouth. I lean down and with nothing but my tongue, I bathe them in saliva, licking them up and down, making her moan and squeeze her legs together, as she begs.

  “Daddy please.” I ignore her. This little girl will not call the shots tonight, or any night unless I choose to let her. Right now, she owes me absolute capitulation. I can see her stomach quivering as her body gives itself to me. My tongue is laving her sweet nipples, the taste of them, apples and honey. Addictive and fast becoming an obsession of mine.

  “Please. I can’t take it.”

  “You take what I give you, sweet girl. You have tormented me for weeks, waiting for you to come to me. Waiting to be able to do exactly this. Only to your whole body, night and day. So now, you get to suffer with me. My hands run up and down her side, making sure to press my fingers into her hip. I want my marks all over her. Hearing her moans are making it hard for me to take my time and savor this moment.

  Able to finally remove her swollen and now sensitive nipples from my mouth, I drop my pants, the only thing I am wearing and sit on the bed. Bringing her between my legs, my cock jutting out, hitting her above her thigh, I run my finger up the slit of her wet, juicy pussy. She gasps, mewling, body shaking, demanding release.

  “Soon sweet girl. But right now, I need you over my knee. I need to redden this delectable ass of yours and brand you with my hand, before I fuck the shit out of you, putting my son inside you. You understand?”

  “Yes Daddy. I understand.” Like the good girl she is, she lays across my lap. No hesitation. No doubt. I take a moment to rub her ass.