The Rebel and Her Daddy (closed)

[whisperwish19]

My ever-so-busy mother had dropped me off at the airport more than two hours before my plane was scheduled to depart, explaining that she had a meeting with a client that she couldn't be late for. She didn't bother to walk me in. Then again, neither of us had been expecting a tearful goodbye. By just pulling up to the curb and letting me out she had spared both of us the awkward should we or shouldn't we hug moment. Not that it was really a question for me. We definitely didn't need to hug.

After grabbing my single suitcase and my backpack, I gave her a sarcastic wave and disappeared into the crowded airport. After checking in and dropping off my suitcase I made my way through security. Once I located my terminal, I slumped down against a wall, chucking my backpack next to me. There were empty seats but I preferred to distance myself as much as possible. It's just how I am. Never really thought about why.

After a few minutes I pulled my jacket off and laid it over my backpack. Almost immediately I noticed some looks from several people in the waiting area, most of them men. The outfit I'd chosen, with the jacket removed, was bordering on scandalous, at least for the airport. If I'd been on a beach, no one would have cared. But then again, scandalous was kind of how I was too. And it was part of why my mom was shipping me half way across the country in the first place. She'd decided I was just too much to handle. I guess I was lucky. Being eighteen, she could have just kicked me out, but instead she'd arranged for me to go live with my dad.

My dad, that was a funny thought. He and mom had split when I was three I think. For a couple of years after that he had been around, still trying to put a good face on everything, but eventually he had moved away for a job and we had been relegated to the occasional phone call or email. The last couple of years I'd gotten birthday presents and christmas presents from him, but that was pretty much it. And now I was going to move in with him. Oh joy!

Not that I expected he was much happier about the idea. I seriously doubted he wanted me there anymore than mom wanted me in her house. Amazing what a little sex, drugs and rock and roll can do to your parental relationship.

Speaking of drugs, I was considering slipping into one of the nearby bathrooms and getting high when I noticed one of the women in the waiting room talking to one of the airport officials, both of them looking my direction. What the fuck now? I wondered. Sure enough a minute later, as the woman returned to her seat, the official walked across to stand in front of me.

"I'm sorry miss, but you're going to have to...cover up. If you don't have anything with you, I can bring you a t-shirt from the gift shop," the middle aged, pudgy man explained, clearly not eager to deliver this particular message.

"Are you fucking kidding me? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked, looking across towards the woman who had complained, rather than at the man standing above me.

"Please, miss, I know that it might seem silly, but I think it might be best for everyone..." he said apologetically, as if perhaps to imply he had no problem with what I was wearing. I suspected it was probably the opposite. My guess is he was more than happy to get a close up look, but he had a job to do.

"No, I get it. Some old bitch is afraid if her husband sees my tits he won't want her anymore, or maybe she's afraid he will want her for the first time in ages," I said with a sneer towards the woman who was watching but trying her best to act unconcerned. With a snort I rolled onto my hands and knees and reached for my jacket. I stood up, the jacket in my hand and took my time slipping it on, making sure to stick my tits out towards the other passengers who were watching before finally zipping it half way up.

"Good enough?" I asked the airport official.

"Yes, ma'am, and thank you," he said, clearly relieved that I hadn't fought the request harder. Giving my cleavage one last glance he turned away, wishing me a pleasant flight. Well, at least someone appreciated my tits, I thought before grabbing my bag and heading off to the bathroom, needing to get high now more than ever.

 

[Homerun2611]

A Wake Up Call Of Sorts....

"Jesus...fuck...¡Sí, sí, cógeme papi!" She was a ball of Spanish fury as Penne bounced up and down on my cock. And well, her telling me "Fuck Me Daddy!" in Spanish was both deliciously taboo, and hot! We had been dating nearly two years now, spent most nights and my place or hers, and I never tired from being inside of her! She was so close, I was so close, when the phone rang out on my bedside table, my iPhone 12, ringing out the Darth Vader ring tone!

"Don't you fooocking dare!" My hot tamale of a girlfriend spat out with her thick Spanish accent as she bounced up and down on my long, thick and very hard cock and toned abs.

"Fuck Penne I have to, it"s Demi and that is only for emergencies!" Slapping on the table to grab it, I hit the speaker taking the call form my ex wife. We had been married a total of four years, happily for one, and that had been seventeen years ago. We only had one remaining thing in common, and even that was barely, that was our daughter, Kennedy!

She had just turned 18, and I had sent a gift, but I knew I should have sent more, hell I should have done a lot of things when it came to Kennedy, but her mother, had mede it so fuckiing hard, for both of us.

Kennedy had been an oops, I was in med school, Demi was in law school, we used protection, but shit happens. Demi was in such good shape, and so irregular, we didn't know she was pregant until nearly 4 months, Kennedy was barely 5 and a half pounds at term. We were young, ambitious, busy, and after one mistake, Demi used the only full proof birth control there is, abstinance.

Two years later we were divorced, and every fucking thing with Demi was an epic fight. Kennedy was a casualty of war, and when I got a residency out on the west coast, I picked up, and really never looked back. Demi never needed the money, she was a wall street attorney, and so, other than a few major decisions, we didn't connect. I had offered for Kennedy to come visit, but again Demi wouldn't allow it.

"Seriously, you want our daughter hanging out with the whores you date?"

"Dem, believe it or not, a woman liking sex doesn't make her a whore." But it was of no use, and Kennedy never really fought it, and so, I became a major events dad, always sending nice presents, but not what she really needed, and I knew it.

"Dem? Something wrong?" I was a bit out of breath, but put my index finger to my lips, hoping this could be quick and Penne would behave? However she started grinding on my cock, some sort of move she learned in her pole dancing class, and I let out a grunt, despite myself.

"My God, Jason! Are you having sex, is it that Spanish slut your fucking?" Of course, when it came to balls on a woman, Demi had met her match! "No the Spanish slut is fucking him, something you...." I had to sit up, cover Penne's mouth, "Stop! Both of you, Demi it is none of your business, and Pen, I have to do this!" If Demi had accomplished nothing else, she had certainly mastered coitus interruptus.

With that, Penne was up, off and out of there, screaming something about the lucky Starbuck's barrista. I would smooth that over later. The gist of the call was our daughter was a nightmare. Demi told stories, of finding a bong in her room, condoms in her purse, and texts that were x rated.

I remembered the girl I had met at a college frat party, a little drunk, and taking her home. How that girl had turned into the uptight bitch i was speaking to now was beyond me. I wasn't surprised that Kennedy was a handful, but I felt a bit responsible. Demi was up for Managing Partner at her firm, and suddenly sending her to me, seemed the right thing to do. My biggest issue was telling Penne, we were going to have a new addition?

 

[whisperwish19]

Not long after I returned from the bathroom, feeling pleasantly baked, they began to board for my flight. Soon I was making my way down the aisle to my seat, and wouldn't you know it, I was sitting right next to the Karen who had complained about my clothes, her and a man I assumed was her husband. I put my backpack in the overhead compartment and then pushed my way past the legs of the middle aged woman who was in the aisle seat, past her husband, who was doing his best not to look at me, and finally slumped down into my window seat.

Slipping my earbuds in, I spent the time until take off listening to music and staring out the window. By the time we took off, I was starting to feel a little hungry and started to look down the aisle for signs that the flight attendants might be about to pass out snacks, though it would probably be at least thirty minutes, maybe an hour until they did so. As I looked around I caught the Karen giving me more of nasty looks that seemed to say, how dare you be young and attractive and have perky little breasts, or something like that.

Giving up on the possibility of an impending snack I decided to amuse myself in a different way. I started by "accidentally" brushing my hand against Karen's husband's hand (I found out later that his name was Fred). I apologized immediately and smiled at him. I could see that he was determined not to engage with me, probably afraid that his wife would not approve. Even so, I caught him glancing my direction a few times as we began our ascent. I continued to slowly engage with him, while all the while driving my new nemesis crazy. I leaned over him to reach for a magazine in the pouch in front of him, whispered the occasional comment to him, just low enough for his wife to hear but not be able to make out, and then I giggled as if he and I had just shared a joke. I even unzipped my jacket enough to give him, and her, a good look at my bikini top and breasts.

Later when the flight attendant passed my sprite and peanuts to Fred so that he could hand them to me, I made sure to let Karen see my hand caress his as I accepted the items from him and I gave him and exaggerated 'thank you, you're so sweet'. When the attendant came back around a short time later to collect our trash, I dropped my peanut bag on the floor and as I leaned forward to get it, I placed a hand on Fred's thigh to brace myself. You should have seen Karen's face when I sat back up, my hand still on her husband's knee.

It was all fun and games of course. I might have had a reputation back in school, but most of that reputation came from the way I acted, rather than from the things I'd done...or the people I'd done, so to speak. I'd had an off and on again boyfriend for most of high school and we had a lot of sex, but other than him, I'd only been with one other guy, of course, I'm not counting blowjobs and handjobs, but those don't really count, right.? But I was a tease and flirt and that was all it really took to get a reputation in high school.

I especially enjoyed teasing older men like my teachers and neighbors, the ones who couldn't help but look, but also couldn't really act on their desires without really screwing themselves over. With Fred though, it wasn't about him, it was all about the shrew setting next to him.

When the middle aged man got up and made his way to the bathroom, I only waited a few seconds before excusing myself and following him down the aisle to the series of doors at the back of the cabin. I slipped into a bathroom stall across from his and waited for a few minutes before returning to my seat, a small bit of white spittle dripping down my chin. As I squeezed past the Karen I licked the spittle from my bottom lip and chin and then took my seat. When Fred returned to his seat a moment later, his wife stared daggers at him.

Fun times, I thought, returning to my music for the remainder of the flight. When we landed and started to depart, I stood up and shimmied out of my jacket, figuring the worst they could do was escort me off the plane or out of the airport, which was kinda already the plan. Fred and Karen both noticed the sudden amount of bare skin visible to them, though they had very different reactions to it. They were still sitting, so I slid past them, facing them. I paused in front of the husband, my tits hovering just above his face as I smiled a pleasant goodbye before slipping past his wife and grabbing my bag from the overhead storage. The look on Karen's face was priceless.

Twenty minutes later I was in a cab headed toward my dad's house. Unfortunately the buzz I'd had before was fading and the prospect of facing my dad after so long was making me anxious. The last time we'd actually seen each other in person had been seven, maybe eight years ago. We'd skyped once a couple of years ago, but the connection had been shitty. I found myself wondering how much he had changed in the last few years. Was he getting old?

After a thirty minute ride the cabbie pulled over to the curb and announced that we were there. As I got out the cabbie pulled my suitcase from the trunk and sat it on the sidewalk for me. I thanked him and turned to look at my new home.

 

[Homerun2611]

Demi had told me that Kennedy was going to be arriving today, but my texts and I even tried calling her, had gone unanswered the last three days since my morning, interruptus call. Penne had of course been pissed, and only a day set up to pamper her in the spa, as well as a promise to fly away some weekend soon to see some shows and enjoy the sun, had gotten me back between her legs where I so liked to be.

The news of Kennedy had not gone over big either, but my memories of her, and even my most recent pictures were of a younger girl, and so that is who she was in our minds. So really, no matter how difficult, how much trouble could she really have gotten into?

I was still waiting for a text or call from Demi, but assumed she would probably be here early to late evening, and we would pick her up. Penne was even willing to try to circle around while I met her at the gate. We had gone down to the fitness center to work out, Penne was obviously a few years younger than me, I was 43, and she was 32, but it is amazing how a younger woman motivates a man to find, dust off and put a little polish on his six pack abs. Penne was 32, and looked 25, everything tight where it should be tight, curvy, soft and sensitive where that should be as well.

I was truly looking and feeling the best that I had in ten years. I had always had a good metabolism, and Penne teased me that I had the diet of seventeen year old, but luckily I had the sex drive of one too! I had just finished a hard spin cycle cardio on the peloton, and 100 crunches and was about to hit the weights when my phone buzzed. SHIT! "Her plane landed 45 minutes ago, she is probably on her way!"

I couldn't do anything right when it came to Kennedy, and Demi surely did her best to keep it that way. The best of my intentions, and with both Penne and I dripping with sweat, we hustled back up to the penthouse!

We had just gotten back, and for some reason Jimmy, the 50 year old Dad bod guy who usually handled the front desk had been convinced to send her up. We had only entered less than two minutes before, the elevator opened into our penthouse, when I heard it ping again.

I had just stripped off my shirt, hoping to grab a quick shower, I was wearing lycra shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and Penne was similarly in yoga shorts, a sports bra, which, when combined with the sweat on her skin and the AC in the condo, had her nipples nearly ripping through the pink florescent top!

I started moving toward the elevator as I heard it, and when it opened with Kennedy standing their with her bag, backpack, her jacket open, and her body readily on display, I am sure my jaw dropped. Once I saw what she was wearing, I think I understood what had convinced Jimmy to do whatever she asked!

Before I could even act, I hear Penne, "¿Pensé que era una niña?" I hoped Kennedy didn't hear, although the words were not as incriminating as the tone, the words said I thought she was a younger girl, her toned said, what the fuck is this hot young thing doing here? But she was my daughter, attractive and sexy, well, yes, but that wasn't what I was thinking. "Kennedy!" I took one more step, fully thinking I would give her a hug, only to remember what a disgusting sight of seaty, half naked man, she must think, even though, in reality I looked damn good, if you excused the smell.

"It is so good to have you here, I'm sooo sorry, Demi, er, Mom, didn't send me your flight information, we were going to come get you..." It sounded lame, even to me, given how we were dressed. I finally moved forward taking her bag, leaning in trying not to touch anything but the cheek I kissed. "Come on in, let me show you to your room, give you the tour!"