Friday, September 18, 2015

Call Me Daddy : Part 8


Richard Lambert


We sat in the hotel room in silence. I could not find the right or appropriate words to say. I stared at her face unable to comprehend what I was seeing.
“Can you not look at me like that?” she asked returning her sunglasses to her bruised face.
There was a massive bruise on her cheek and deep inside I wanted to kill the person that did this to her, but there was a problem. She claimed that this was caused by my daughter.
“You’re telling me that my daughter did this to you and I have no idea what to do or say.”
It was hard for me to believe that the child I raised would do this to anyone. Jodi was a gentle and loving soul. Everyone loved her and no one ever had a problem with her. Needless to say, I was skeptical and was starting to believe that she did this to herself for attention.
I mean she only called me for help. She asked me to meet her at this hotel saying that it was an emergency. I reluctantly agreed to come. I had been trying hard to stay away from her and I knew that her emergency was less about these bruises on her face and more about getting me in bed again.
When I arrived, however, I was shocked and upset to see that someone had attacked her like this. It has not just been sex between us. I thought she was an amazing woman and in another lifetime, I wouldn’t have hesitated to make her mine. Unfortunately we are not in another lifetime. I am married and she is involved with my daughter. There can never be anything substantial between us.
“You don’t believe me do you? I know you believe that your daughter is a saint but I would not lie about this and this was not the first time.”
She stood and began to pace the room.
“There are things about your daughter that you do not know.” She declared.
I shook my head.
“What reason would she have to attack you? It makes no sense.”
She stopped acing and glared at me.
“The same reason she had for the other times she has punched kicked and smacked me around. Jealousy.”
I was starting to understand what she was saying.
“My daughter attacked you because she was jealous?”
She nodded.
“She attacked me because a neighbor said she saw a man leaving my house around lunch time and witnessed us kiss.”
My heart began to pound. Renee and I had sex the other day at her place. Did my daughter know I was sleeping with her girlfriend and would she attack her because of that?
“If my daughter did this to you because of me, I’m sorry sweetheart.”
“If? She did do this to me and she doesn’t know that it was you. She just thinks it was some
random man.”
Relief set in but now I was more concerned than ever. If we continued what we were doing soon my daughter and my wife will find out. They would discover that their husband and father was a terrible human being.
I stood.
“Sweetheart, this has to end. We cannot see each other anymore.” I said grabbing my jacket. “If my daughter is doing this to you then you need to leave her. No one should ever be abused.”
I turned to walk toward the door when she grabbed my arm
“No,” she said. “No, you are not going to let what happened to me happen in vain.”
She took off her glasses and threw them across the room.
I couldn’t take seeing her like that. I walked over to her and placed my hand on her bruised cheek. I looked into her eyes and stared at the red spot where a blood vessel had burst.
“My daughter could not have done this to you. “
She smacked my hand away. She walked over to the bed.
“Fine you don’t believe me.” She said beginning to take off her clothes.
“You say you want to stop seeing me.”
She was only standing there in her bra and panties and I had a feeling they would not be on very long.
“But since you are here, let’s just have a small going away party.”
By this time she was naked. Even with that, I still had time to just grab my coat and leave. My brain insisted it would be better for me to leave. Too bad my head was not in charge.
Instead of doing the right thing; I began to take off my clothes. I watched her strip down to nothing while I did the same. There were no more words just a thick air of lust and desire. Our eyes said all that was needed to say. I climbed onto the bed and we began to kiss. My hands roamed freely all over her body. I kissed down her smooth chocolate skin. I was addicted to this woman’s body and how delicious she tasted.  I knew this was going to be our last night together so I wanted to get my fill of her. I wanted to taste her for hours. I kissed down her body until I reached the tender spot between her thighs. When my tongue made contact with her clit, it tasted like sweet sticky sweet chocolate candy bar melting in my mouth.  
 “Oh Shit!”
I continued to eat her until suddenly I stopped.
 I wanted more.
“Suck my cock.” I said to her.
She laughed.
“I thought you would never ask.”
I lay on the bed and she moved down. I opened my legs and she laid between them with her mouth near the tip of my cock.
Her mouth opened and then wrapped her mouth around me. It felt so good to feel the warmth of her mouth on me. I watched as her eyes watched me. I could tell she enjoyed what she was doing. She was moaning as she sucked on me. She sucked my cock while her hands stroked my cock. I hear slurping noises and spit drip down my shaft to my balls. My hand grabbed a hand full of her hair and I fucked her mouth feeling myself close to coming.  
I didn’t want to come in her mouth. I wanted to come inside of her.
“You have a condom?”
I asked. I didn’t have one because I have not had a reason to buy them. Plus I didn’t want my wife to find them or find receipts for them.
She sat up and climbed off the bed. She dug around in her purse until she pulled out a condom. She smiled as she tossed it at me.
“Fuck me hard.” She said.
She climbed on the bed and stuck her large beautiful ass in the air. I put on the condom and climbed behind her. I entered her and it felt so good. I don’t think a woman has ever made me feel so good. I wish no one else existed but she and I and I could fuck her every day for hours and hours.
 “Your pussy feels so good!” I exclaimed.
     I pulled out and had her turn over. I know that she wanted me to fuck her hard, but I wanted to take my time and make love to her. I began to stroke her slowly. I buried my face in her neck and made love to her. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I fucked her. She called out my name as she came and that sent me over the edge as well. I came hard and sudden stroking her harder.
I rolled her over on top of me. She lay on my chest and that is how we were without speaking just listening to each other’s heart beating.
“I don’t want this to be over,” she said. “You make me happy.”
I sighed.
I didn’t want it to be over either. Yet I had to take charge and walk away. I was the married one and she was involved in a relationship with my daughter. I had to be selfless and not think about what I wanted and how I felt. I needed to put my wife and my daughter first.
“I’m sorry sweetheart. This is the last time we get to spend together. No more phone calls, no more meeting for secret love making sessions. This ends today.”
Just then, there was a loud banging at the door. We both jumped up. We looked at each other.
“Are you expecting someone?” I whispered.
She shook her head.
We both stared at the door hoping whoever it was would go away. Then the banging began again. This time we had no doubt who it was.
“Richard, I know you are I there. I see your car parked outside. I want to meet the bitch you are giving up your family for?”
My wife followed me.

I guess I had not been keeping my affair a secret very well. 

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