"He's My Daddy!" (closed)

[CarlyConners]

"He's My Daddy!"

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Carly was slipping on something comfortable to work out in when she heard the voice of the new woman of the house declaring, "You're so cute."

Without hesitating, Carly snapped, "Knock much!"

Melody laughed at the younger woman's outrage. She lifted a hand and knocked on the door, pointing out, "Door was open."

"My door!" Carly again snapped. "Of my bedroom."

"Open door," Melody repeated. As she watched the almost-19 year old straighten out her shirt to hide the pert little nips of her tight little breasts, the 26 year old asked, "Do you always prance around in almost nothing with the door wide open ... when your father's in the house?"

"His room's down stairs," Carly said, pulling on a pair of gym shorts. She shot her father's Wife of only 4 months a hard glare, adding, "Your room now, too ... down stairs. What are you doing up here anyway?"

"I'm cooking breakfast for your father, and I wanted to know if you'd like to--"

"No!" Carly cut her off, heading into her bathroom to find her shoes. When she reappeared, she looked Melody up and down and asked with a snide tone, "Are you gonna cook in that?"

"What's wrong with this?" Melody asked, looking down at her relaxation clothes. "Daddy likes it."

"Ex-cuse me...?"

Melody didn't even realize she'd described her hubby as daddy. It was sort of a private joke between the two of them, a result of the difference in their ages. The first time they'd fucked -- their second date -- Robert had joked that Melody was almost as young as his daughter, Carly. Melody had seductively begun kissing and licking Robert, calling him daddy, and it had just sort of stuck. But Melody had always been careful not to use the descriptor around her now-step-daughter.

"He's my daddy," Carly growled.

Melody shrugged her shoulders. She should have let it go, but the teen was being such a bitch that she couldn't. "Your father likes when I call him that. In fact ... your father likes a lot of things I do."

When Carly glared up at her, Melody just pushed away from the door and left, a devilish smile on her face. Behind her, Carly moved to the door and watched her father's much-too-young wife walked down the hall and then down the stairs with a sensual walk. Melody glanced up at the younger woman before disappearing, giving her another wide smile.

Carly returned to her room, growling angrily to herself. She hated that bitch. She hated her for a lot of reasons, but more than anything else, she hated her for why her father had married her in the first place. Carly's mother, Sophie, had been a typical mother-wife type: average height, average weight, average looks, average personality. Average.

Sophie and Robert had drifted apart for reasons Carly wasn't entirely sure of, and rather than live unhappily for years to come, they'd divorced a little more than a year ago. Carly had no idea what his father's sex life was like before or immediately after the divorce. He spent long hours at work and play, was very social, had lots of friends he spent time with. For all Carly knew, he had been out fucking different women every night.

After the divorce, Carly had continued to live with her father so that she wouldn't have to change schools. But hell, she had her own social life, so keeping tabs on her father hadn't been one of her most important duties. She spent nearly every weekend with her mother, which meant even more free time for her father.

And then, one day he introduced Carly to Melody ... introduced her as his fiancée! And three weeks later, Melody was wearing a wedding band with an inappropriately massive diamond ring and moving her things into the master bedroom downstairs. Carly had hated Melody from the start, not just because her father lusted for the woman's still tight, still sexy bod' ... but because even Carly's male friends who came over from time lusted for her as well.

And the sex! Fuck! How many times had Carly come home or woken up in the night to hear the two of them going at it? She knew that men her father's age needed such continued sexual activity -- particularly after a divorce -- but Carly would have been happier if he had just budgeted some money for call girls and spent the weekends getting his cock sucked at a local motel.

Your father likes a LOT of things I do.

Bitch.

Carly needed to get rid of this woman. She had to break them up. Carly had caused a number of break ups for a variety of reasons at school via some crafty story telling, aka lies. But lies weren't going to get Melody out of the house. Her father had married the slit.

No, Carly needed to find a way to make her father realize that he didn't need Melody. All he wanted from her was sex. (At least, that was Carly's perception.) Maybe she could introduce him to another woman ... a younger woman ... a sexy younger woman who could suck cock the way Melody obviously did.

This would take some thought...

 

[Fauxnication]

Robert sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through the news on his iPad and handling any emails that may have popped into his inbox the night before. He didn't get far without hearing the sound of female voices arguing back and forth upstairs.

Rolling his eyes, he sighed.

This was becoming a frequent occurrence -- he would often have to serve as the mediator while the two much younger women in his life bickered.

Of course, Robert signed up for this life. He and Sophie had gotten too comfortable as their marriage stretched into a second decade, and the attraction he initially felt for her was no longer there. After the amicable split, and with Carly busy with her own social and academic life, Robert took on several younger lovers before finding Melody.

He didn't see her as marriage material after date one, but on their second night out, he joked about her being nearly the same age as Carly. That turned into Melody dragging his tongue along his neck and seductively calling him Daddy, which resulted in his seven-foot cock pounding her mid-20s pussy relentlessly from behind that same evening.

Soon enough, the two were married, and as Robert could see, it wasn't to his daughter's liking. He couldn't figure out why -- they were similar in age, so theoretically, they should have more in common, right?

Not so, as he was constantly reminded during Melody's and Carly's daily interactions.

Soft footsteps padded down the carpeted steps and into the kitchen. Robert looked up from his tablet to see his wife walking in. He greeted her with a smile and cradled her head down to his for a kiss on the lips.

"G'morning. I see you two are already off to a great start," he smirked.

 

[CarlyConners]

Melody loved kissing her husband. She'd never had a lover whose lips she'd enjoyed at much as Robert's. He had a way of making even the most common kiss -- like the day starter they'd just shared -- feel like an invitation to remove her panties.

"G'morning. I see you two are already off to a great start."

As she remained leaned over her husband, Melody laid a hand on his leg, exposed by the gym shorts he was wearing on this already warm morning. She caressed it up the inside of Robert's thigh, into the leg of his shorts and boxers.

"She thinks you married me for my pussy," she whispered, kissing him erotically. Her hand found his cock, gripping it tightly. It jumped and began hardening immediately. She kissed him a second time, then correctly, "She doesn't realize that I married you for your cock."

She laughed, kissed him again, and pulled her hand out, standing. She turned for the coffee pot -- and found Carly standing in the hallway portal. The teen was staring at her with dagger eyes. Melody smiled broadly. She asked sweetly, "Coffee, my dear?"

Carly glared at the woman, then at her father. She wanted to scream MEN! But Carly loved her father. She excused his needs. He couldn't be held responsible for what Mother Nature had done to him and every other man on the planet. No, Carly's anger was with Melody. She was the one who had taken advantage of Carly's father. She didn't have to marry Robert. She could have just kept bopping him in cheap motels occasionally. She didn't have to make it seem as though marriage had been the most appropriate way for him to ensure that his cock continued to get serviced with regularity.

Of course, Melody wasn't at fault in all this. But, in Carly's mind, she was. And in Carly's mind, it was her responsibility to make her father understand that he could get what he was getting from Melody from just about anyone. Anyone. Fuck, as far as that went, Carly could give her father what he was getting from his new wife. After all, Carly had some experience with these kinds of things. Sure, just three times each with two guys. But that was enough to know what fucking and sucking was all about.

If only he wasn't her father. Carly had always found her father to be a good looking man. Tall, dark, and handsome. A layer of winter fat, now, but still the kind of man Carly would want to marry. Little girls always want to marry their daddy, they say.

She didn't mean to do it, but Carly let her gaze fall a bit. From where she stood, she could see her father's groin under the table. Oh my god! His gym shorts were tented almost to the bottom of the table. She looked away quickly, then glared again at Melody. She'd done this. Done this to him. To her Daddy.

Carly realized that someone had spoken to her. She flinched out of her hate fueled haze. "What?"

"I asked you if you wanted breakfast," Melody repeated. "I know you said earlier--"

"No thanks," Carly said. She gave her father another last look. She told him, "I have tennis practice ... daddy."

She glared at Melody, remembering their conversation about the word earlier. She looked back to her father, saying, "I'll be back before dark. Practice and then some running about with Paula."

She turned on a heel and disappeared out the door.



Carly knew that Melody had her book club Saturday nights. It wasn't so much book club as much as it was wine drinking club. She timed her return to the house for after her father's child bride had left but before he went to bed. Every Sunday morning during trout season for as long as Carly could remember, her uncle -- ironically her mother's brother, not her father's -- had taken her dad out to Leather Creek or Harper Lake for fly fishing. It was the reason Melody went out Saturday nights, to let Robert get to sleep early without her there to attack his cock.

"Daddy...?" she said, catching him in his den packing his things. "Can I talk to you?"

He'd invited her in and she sat on the couch next to him. Carly had been contemplated this conversation all day. And yet even now, she wasn't sure how to breach the subject. So, she just ... went for it.

"Did you marry Melody just 'cause she's good in bed?"

 

[Fauxnication]

Robert's breath hitched as he felt his wife sliding her hand inside the leg hole of his gym shorts and loose boxers to grip his cock.

"What, you didn't marry me for my charming personality and quick wit?" he asked with a sly grin before kissing her again. If Carly wasn't home, he probably would've jumped up from the chair and taken her right there over the kitchen table.

But of course, he had to be a decent parent, and so he'd have to wait. His cock didn't get the message, and so it remained tented in his shorts, almost embarrassingly so.

Carly emerged a moment later, and Robert could feel the tension rising in the room as the two women in his life shared the same space.

"Carly, enough," Robert said sternly, finally getting fed up with how his daughter was acting toward Melody. "She just asked you if you wanted breakfast. You don't need to act like that."

He felt relieved when Carly announced she had tennis practice, and that she'd be out for a while with her friend.

"Alright, call me if anything changes."

Carly hadn't been gone for five seconds when Robert got up and walked over to the coffeemaker, where Melody was standing. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned down to nibble at the base of her neck.

"So what was that about why you married me again?" he chuckled into her neck before leading her to the kitchen table.

---

Carly came home before dark as promised, and the rest of the evening went by without incident. It helped that Melody left to go to "Book Club," which would give Robert some time with Carly.

He had to pack for his fishing trip first, though. In the midst of getting things organized, Carly stepped into his den.

"Sure, baby. What's up?" Robert asked, setting his things down and turning his attention to his only child.

"Did you marry Melody just 'cause she's good in bed?"

"Carly..." he began. He took his time to think up an answer. He didn't want to snap on Carly; he was sure the past year-plus had been rough on her. But at the same time, it almost seemed as if his happiness was nagging at her. Since when was it her business as to why he married her?

"No. I married her because I love her. And sure, it started as a physical thing...but she's been the breath of fresh air that I desperately needed in my life. And I know you two aren't on the best of terms, but you need to respect my feelings for her...and you need to respect her as well."

 

[CarlyConners]

"No. I married her because I love her."

As her father continued, Carly was tempted to ask something crude like Do you love her because she deep throats and swallows? But she resisted, knowing that it would only defeat her purpose for beginning this conversation.

"And sure, it started as a physical thing..."

Yeah, don't they all? Carly's brain wanted to scream. Every couple she knew of at school had started their relationship with one or the other of its members thinking about the other I want to get naked with THAT!

When he finished with his little lecture about how the two women needed to respect one another, Carly quickly asked, "But before you got together with that-- with Melody ... you were dating other women, right? And by dating, I mean sleeping with ... sex. Weren't you happy enough just ... having sex? Why did you have to go and marry one of them?"

She listened to what he had to say. Well, his words went into her ears and vibrated the appropriate sensory organs. But honestly, she wasn't really hearing him.

"So, you marry Melody so that you have some young thing that likes to fuck here in your house ... in your bed ... close all the time ... convenience, I understand that," Carly continued. It was so obvious that she hadn't heard a word her father had said. "But ... I think you should think about seeing other women. I'm sure that if some other young, energetic, skilled woman showed you a good time, you'd realize what I knew from the very beginning ... that marrying Melody was a mistake. It's not too late to get a ... what's it called ... an annulment?"

 

[Fauxnication]

Robert listened to Carly think out loud. It baffled him that she did not listen to a single work he just said. Every word that spilled from her lips offended him more. His face started to redden.

And then he took a deep breath. He didn't want to say something he'd regret and throw the house into total chaos.

When she was done, he simply shook his head.

"I'm married to Melody, and I love her. I'm not going to see other women. So thanks, but no thanks. And this conversation is over."

His response was as polite as it could be, given the circumstances. But he did little to hide the bite in his voice as he replied to his daughter's pleas to annul his marriage.

 

[CarlyConners]

Carly was getting no where with her father. She just didn't understand why this was so hard for him to understand. He didn't need Melody for sex. Any woman with even the most rudimentary sexual abilities could please a man like her father, right? All it took was a tight pussy, a nimble tongue, and a willingness to please.

That's it! she realized. A willing pussy.

She looked up to her father, and seeing his disappointed expression, she feigned a happy smile and said, "Forget all that, daddy. I'm just ... I'm just nuts, today. Hormones."

She leaned forward and killed him on the cheek. She headed out of the den, telling him, "Get some sleep, daddy. Enjoy fishing tomorrow, and tell Uncle Peter hi for me."

Carly was on her phone even before she reached her room. When a male voice answered the call, she said, "Ronnie, has your sister left for New York yet...? Cool! Let me talk to her."



"What's this?" Melody asked when Carly dropped a ticket envelope onto the kitchen table before her.

"Brunch at the Green Table, followed by a matinee showing of You, Me, and The Other Guy" Carly said with a polite tone. "I feel bad about yesterday morning. I was rude, and I wanted to make up for it. Brunch for you and one of your friends ... paid for ... includes a bottle of wine--"

"Paid for with your father's credit card?" Melody asked knowingly.

"No, my allowance," Carly countered.

"You paid for all of this using your--"

"Okay, fine, yeah, daddy's credit card," Carly admitted. Robert had given his daughter a copy of his AmEx for emergencies. As far as Carly was concerned, this was an emergency. "But it's the thought that counts, right?"

Melody was skeptical, but she was willing to give Carly the benefit of the doubt. Hell, the worst that would come out of this was that she returned to find nothing had changed after enjoying a good lunch and bottle of vino. She thanked Carly and chatted with her a moment about wanting things to be better between themselves.

An hour later, Melody was slipping into her friend Francesca's car and heading away.

An hour after that, her father returned from fly fishing.

And an hour after that, as Robert was doing some chores out in the back yard, Ronnie's sister stepped out onto the back patio. She waited for Robert to look up from his work and gave him a shy little wave.

"Hey! You must be Carly's dad," she said with a perky tone. "I'm Polly. I'm a friend of Carly. Duh, I guess you figured that out."

Polly closed the distance between them, offering out her hand. "She and I were supposed to go shopping, but ... I don't see her car out front. Is she home?"

They looked through the house, but there was no sign of Carly. As planned. She wanted her father to know that he had the house to himself. Even though Melody had texted Robert that she would be out until possible 7pm, Carly had left a detailed note that only repeated that information ... just in case. Polly was the one who noticed the note on the kitchen table, right where Carly had told her it would be. The note also included Carly's plans, a spontaneous invitation from an unnamed friend to go to the movies.

"She must have forgotten about me," Polly lied. She was pacing slowly around the kitchen table, ensuring that Robert got a look at each of her sides and how well her dress fit all of her curves. "Well, poo! I set aside the whole afternoon."

She pulled out her cell phone as if about to call someone, anyone, then looked up at Robert instead. She smiled flirtatiously to him, asking, "So ... how about I take you to lunch. I was supposed to take Carly to lunch after shopping, but..."

She gave him a quick up and down inspection, finishing, "I think maybe I might enjoy the afternoon more with you, Robert."

 

[Fauxnication]

"Yeah, you probably just need to get some sleep," Robert suggested. In actuality, he figured one night of sleep wouldn't wash away the seething hatred his daughter had for his new wife. But as they always say about time...

---

Late Sunday afternoon, Robert was finally getting around to the work he had been wanting to do in the backyard. His fishing trip with Pete was just like any other; there was nothing of significance that happened. He asked Pete how Sophie was doing. While they were now divorced, Robert still cared for his ex-wife. After all, she was still the mother of their only child.

He was about to give himself a little break when he spotted a girl walking toward him. She was a cute girl in a pretty short dress. Confused about her sudden appearance, he arched an eyebrow.

Upon her introduction, Robert smiled. "I'm Robert, and yes, I'm Carly's dad. It's nice to meet you."

Polly explained her situation, and Robert frowned. "Oh, geez...to be honest, I haven't seen her all day. Lemme check inside."

He went inside, and this new girl followed him in. He called for Carly a couple times, but received no answer. He then noticed the simple note on the kitchen counter that let him know of Carly's and Melody's whereabouts.

"Well, I guess I'm home alone," he said with a smile and shook his head. "Those girls...I'm sorry that she didn't let you know," he added, apologizing for Carly's absence. She could get a little scattered at times.

It was then that Polly slowly walked around the kitchen table, almost as if she was trying to show off her tight body. She proposed that they go to lunch together and made a not-so-subtle look over his body.

"I appreciate the offer...Polly," Robert replied, almost forgetting the girl's name already. In another time, perhaps a year ago, he'd be repeating her name while driving his cock inside her. But he was a faithfully married man.

"But I really should be getting back to my work outside. I'll tell Carly you stopped by, though."

 

[CarlyConners]

"But I really should be getting back to my work outside. I'll tell Carly you stopped by, though."

Polly stared at Robert a moment, a pleasant smile spreading her lips. After a moment, she asked with humor, "Really...?"

As she talked, she began a slow walk toward him. The way in which she stepped -- slow, methodically -- caused her hips to sway a bit more than was natural.

"Really, Bobby," she said, using a more casual version of his name without knowing how he'd react. With a flirty tone, she asked, "A beautiful young woman invites you to lunch ... and you want to rake the leaves ... or clean the pool?"

She was only inches from him now. She reached out to fiddle with a button on his shirt for a moment. She looked up into his eyes and said in a soft voice, "If ... you're not hungry ... there are other things we could do ... together. Things a beautiful young woman ... and a handsome older man ... could spend their afternoon doing."

 

[Fauxnication]

Robert bristled upon Polly's refusal to take the hint. 10 minutes ago, he had no idea who this girl even was. Now she was calling him Bobby and playing with the button on his shirt?

He stepped back from her touch and shook his head.

"Again, I'm married. I don't have any interest...in doing that," he replied, struggling to stay polite.

"So I'm going to ask you to leave and let me get back to my work."

 

[CarlyConners]

"Whaddaya mean it didn't work?" Carly practically ranted into her cell phone.

Polly slowed her little convertible as she approached the red light ahead of her. Using her hands free she responded, "It didn't work."

"You asked him to lunch...?"

"Yes, I asked him to lunch."

"And...?"

She brought the car to a stop. "And he didn't want to have lunch with me."

"And then?"

"And then what?"

"And then what did you do?"

"I made a suggestion, like you suggested."

"You suggested...?" Carly led.

"Yeah, sex," Polly filled in. "Pretty much."

"Pretty much? What does that mean ... pretty much."

"I made it clear to him that if he didn't want to eat food, he could eat something else."

"Something else?"

"Yeah, something else!"

"You!"

"Yeah, me!"

"You told him he could eat you," Carly said incredulously.

"What did you want me to tell him?" Polly asked in disbelief. "You called me last night and asked me if I would fuck your father. I told you sure, why not?"

"But you didn't!"

"I tried, Carly," Polly said. She pulled carefully ahead after the light turned green. "I toyed with his shirt button. He told me to leave. I laid my palm upon his chest. He told me to leave."

There was silence on Carly's end of the line. Then, "A-n-n-n-n-d...?"

Polly matched Carly's silence with a bit of her own. Then she answered, "And ... that was when I told him he could eat me."

Carly didn't have any words. Instead she just screamed into the phone.

Polly thought she should probably clarify. "It's not like I said Bobby, I want you to go down on my snatch and eat it out..."

Again, Carly screamed into the phone. She couldn't believe this was happening.

Polly continued, "What I said was ... I think you're a handsome, sexy man, Robert, and I'd like to..."

Carly waited for Polly to finish. She didn't. "What...? What? And you'd like to what?"

"I didn't get that far," Polly continued. "He told me I needed to leave ... he took me by the elbow ... and he walked me to the front door."

Carly tried to imagine the scene. Her father, walking a sexy thing like Polly to the door. Kicking her to the street. What the fuck? Maybe she'd been wrong all along? Maybe her father hadn't married Melody just for the convenience of a pussy in close and constant proximity.

Without saying goodbye, Carly ended the call. She looked out over the sea laid out below the ocean side café in which she was having coffee. Now what? She knew her father's relationship with that witch was all about sex. She knew it. All Carly had to do was prove it. But if he wouldn't cheat with a sexy creature like Polly, who the fuck would he cheat with? Hell, even Carly had had an incredible evening of multiple orgasms with the blonde beauty ... and neither of them considered themselves lesbian or even bi ... it had just ... sort of happened.

It had been the plan that failed, not Polly. Different plan ... different approach. Carly knew what she needed to do: be subtle. She'd thrown Polly at her father. That had been wrong. No, she needed to take her time ... have one of her attractive friends or one of her friend's friends bump into her father a couple of times ... invite him to sit for coffee ... maybe a drink one night ... an end of evening kiss on the cheek ... then drop the hammer.