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Reluctant Daddy Ch 03

Reluctant Daddy Ch 03

by trampsanthieves
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This work of fiction is part of a series. If you did not already read the preceding episodes, please do that before starting this one. All of the chapters in this story have been submitted to Literotica. Generally, they release one each day.

There is NO incest in this story. However, a daughter sees her father naked and - for multiple brief moments - watches him having sex with her friends. If this is going to create problems for you, please try one of my other stories.

Random movie quote: "You're a wizard, Harry!"

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~~~ Monday Morning ~~~

Sara and I emerged from my bedroom to find the girls already working on breakfast. They were all wearing their candy-apple red uniform swimsuits from the pool. It was like a Baywatch reunion. Sara laughed at them and went to put hers on.

When she returned, I realized that my little girl was - by all accounts - just as much of a sexy little hottie as the rest of the lusty women that I'd been fornicating with all weekend. I grew very worried about what the future held for me. So far, Sara had dated off and on but hadn't seemed to find somebody who matched whatever she was looking for. She was a little headstrong - like her old man - but she had an iron-willed compassion like her mother that drove her to pursue her charity work like a demon.

If I had to attribute this weekend to some aspect of her character it was the relentless problem-solver that she got from both her mother and me - and the heart of a saint that she got from her mother. Those two drives had taken her friends' fantasies and rolled it together with her desire to see me find a new partner - not a replacement for her mother - but somebody that I could tie my heart to. She had taken those ideas and put them together and that had become a two-day fuck-a-thon between me and her libidinous friends.

What the hell was I going to do when my little girl found somebody - like I'd found her mom - and she left me to have her own life? Maybe Sara's shenanigans weren't so selfless after all. That doesn't sound right. Maybe she just wanted to see me settled so that she could feel like she'd finally be free to live her own life.

I was going to be fucking crushed the day she said she was leaving - that I knew beyond any doubt. I walked over to my little babydoll and wrapped my arms around her, tears streaming down my face.

"Daddy?" she asked.

She saw my face and wrapped her arms around me, spinning within my grasp to pull me against her.

"I love you so much, baby girl," I told her.

A chorus of "awww's" echoed throughout the room.

It was immediately followed by a too-loud whisper that obviously belonged to Meghan, "... and that's why I'm having that man's baby."

I heard the smack of a palm on an ass, Meghan's squeak, and then whispered threats between the girls to leave us alone and finish breakfast.

"Why are you crying?" Sara asked after a minute.

"You're finding me a woman so you can leave me," I gushed - crudely summarizing all of my scattered thoughts into one heartless accusation.

"Will you knock that nonsense off?" she growled. "I'm not leaving you until you can run the company without me."

I pulled back and looked at her face.

"I was running this company before you ever came along, sweetheart," I told her.

"You and MOM," she countered. "She's not here. You need me. Dry that shit up. I'm not leaving anytime soon. You're stuck with me."

"You're bossy," I told her, grinning at my impertinent little business manager.

As soon as the "business manager" pet-name passed through my mind, I realized how right she was. She centered me. I did the bulk of the real work - but she kept all the little shit running that let me do that. Even if she didn't actually collect a paycheck from Great Scott HVAC, she kept the house running so that I could. I'd be totally fucked without her.

"I don't appreciate you enough," I told her.

"Damn straight!" she growled. "Here I am, planning to go to trade school to help your ass get more work done and you're accusing me of getting you hitched so I can run off."

"I'm sorry," I moaned.

"Sounds like you're buying dinner tonight, Mr. Moore," she said.

A lightbulb lit in my head a half-second later.

"You've already made reservations, haven't you?" I guessed.

"That's totally beside the point," she said, grinning broadly, "but yes."

Lauren stepped up close enough for the two of us to notice her. I also noticed the impressive camel-toe she had going on at the bottom of her swimsuit. Sara elbowed me in the ribs - but only hard enough to let me know that she knew what I was staring at. Lauren grabbed the sides of her bikini bottoms in her fingertips and pulled her panties up a little tighter - making the crease even more obvious. I looked up to find her smiling at me in a most appetizing way.

"Breakfast is ready when you are," she told us, before stepping away.

She had on a pair of red high heels that matched the girls' swimsuits and they did amazing things for her ass. Fuck wearing those shoes to help her look taller. The effect on her tight little butt was enough to get my flag raised to half-mast. Salute!

As my daughter and I joined the others to start filling our plates, Sara cleared her voice. All eyes turned to her.

"I'd planned for this weekend to be all fun and games but a couple of you took things a little overboard - especially by not sharing certain information with me or daddy. Here's how today will go: Zoey gets from 8a until 10am, Carla gets 10:30am until 12:30pm, Erin gets 1pm until 3pm, and Rose will wrap things up from 3:30pm until 5:30pm. You four will operate as before. For the two whose choices might force daddy to make decisions that will affect everybody's futures, I've given him permission to provide you with some oral relief only. Lauren will get a half-hour at 10am and Meghan will get a turn at 3pm. Questions?"

Lauren was stone-faced and quiet but nodded to my daughter; Meghan stared at the floor, her cheeks flushed.

Sara continued, "Later this week - or maybe next week - if you two want to talk to daddy - and you're willing to use protection, I'll let him have another session with you."

"You'll let him?" Meghan hissed.

The room went quiet. It stayed that way for about three seconds. Meghan raised her head and looked at me. I stared back - probably with a bit of a frown, if I had to guess. Then she looked at Sara.

"I'm sorry," she said, after a moment. "I messed up and I'm being a brat about being called out for it. I've really .. REALLY .. enjoyed my time with your dad. I desperately want more. I'll follow the rules and try to keep my hateful comments to myself."

Sara continued as if there had not been an interruption.

"I've made reservations for dinner at Olive Garden for 6pm. As soon as Rose's time ends, we'll hop in the cars and head over to the restaurant. Please be ready to travel. We'll come back here after dinner, everyone will say their good-byes, and we'll wrap this up."

Lauren spoke up, "I've apologized already and I'm not trying to brown-nose to get any favors but I think I speak for all of the girls when I say that I've had an amazing time this weekend and - no matter what happens - I will forever be grateful for what you've done for us. Sara, I love you more than ever and Mr. Moore, I'm sorry - but I really hope I'm pregnant. You're like the most amazing dad ever."

There was a momentary lull in the food-service area while we all shared in a massive group hug.

"Whoever's squeezing my balls and dick, needs to stop that," I growled.

In unison, six swimsuit-clad beauties chorused, "Ope! My bad!"

Sara snort-laughed and then the rest of us joined in on the laughter.

Someone came and got my dirty plate and Sara's. There was some kind of huddle going on by the dishwasher but I ignored it and looked out of the sliding glass doors, trying to decide how soon we needed to mow.

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I heard bodies brushing against one another, close by, and turned back to find six gorgeous lifeguards lined up side-by-side. I looked at their faces to try to figure out what they wanted and Lauren glanced down at her crotch.

I looked down to see six nut-wrenching camel-toes in the crotch of the girls' bright red swimsuits. When I looked up at their faces, I was sure that my cheeks were almost as red as their suits. They all started laughing and then headed off for parts unknown.

~~~ Zoey ~~~

Zoey remained - and held her hand out to me. I stood up.

"We're driving to All-Mart," she informed me. "I've always fantasized about having sex in the changing rooms there."

"I'm picturing jail-time in our future," I told her, smirking.

She laughed and said, "I'm going to change clothes. Meet you up front in a few minutes?"

"Sounds good," I told her.

A few minutes later, I took her hand, opened the door, and we started out.

"Live stream it!" Rose yelled.

Zoey turned and looked at her.

"Please ...," the brunette begged.

"We'll see," Zoey said noncommittally.

"She'll do it," Carla stage-whispered, "she likes to be watched."

Zoey blushed and turned back - starting to open her mouth to respond.

"I didn't say anything!" Carla said, her cheeks pinking.

Zoey was still blushing but grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the door. I pulled it shut behind us.

In the car, she looked over at me and said, "Sometimes Carla and I video-chat and masturbate."

"I swear I just came in my pants!" I moaned.

She laughed and asked, "You don't think it's sick?"

"Hell no," I said. "You can do what you want. You're not hurting anyone."

"With another girl though ..." she said.

"Every guy - well almost every guy I know - would pay money just to have you describe it to him. He'd pay five times that much to watch - ten times if he could be in the room."

"Do you want to watch us Mr. Moore?" she asked, breathily.

"You are such a naughty little girl," I moaned.

"I might need to be punished," she moaned back, giving me a lusty look.

"You're never getting me out of this car until my hard-on goes down," I warned her.

With that, she sat back in her seat and faced the front.

Images of Zoey and Carla fingering themselves, as they watched one another, flickered through my mind.

"I need distracted," I told the strawberry-blonde. "Wanna play Mental Tic-Tac-Toe?"

"How do you play?" she asked.

"Pretend there's a Tic-Tac-Toe grid in front of your eyes. Number the squares: 1,2,3 .. 4,5,6 .. 7,8,9. You go first."

"X's or O's?" she asked.

"Doesn't matter but you need to remember my moves as well as your own - to block my attacks."

The rest of the way to All-Mart, the sexy little redhead and I played the game. After she got the hang of it, most of the games ended in a "Cat" of course. The good news was that - as long as I didn't think about what we were going into the store to do - I could get inside and through the aisles without having to hide the giant tent-pole in my pants.

We cut through the lingerie section and Zoey grabbed something off a rack - seemingly at random - as I noodle-necked to see if anyone was going to watch us sneaking into the dressing room.

Zoey had me strip and sit on the edge of the seat thing. She knelt in front of me, loaded the live-stream on her phone, and I could see that - almost immediately - she had five viewers. I was running numbers in my head - to make sure that my little girl wasn't watching - when Zoey's hot little mouth surrounded my stiff prick. I looked down at the top of her head and could barely see the phone lying on the floor, looking up at us. Her tongue circled my knob and she started bobbing her head on my cock.

"Fuck, Zoey!" I moaned, as quietly as possible.

Somebody rattled the door of the changing room and I jumped, thrusting my cock into the back of Zoey's throat. She gagged a little and pulled off of me, looking up at me with tears in her eyes. I started to apologize but she thrusted her face back onto my cock and - this time - it went all of the way in - and down her throat. Her esophagus was a tight squeeze. When she swallowed, it felt like I had my dick in a milking machine. Thank God she stopped after two seconds! I was about to scream my fool head off as I shot my load down her throat!

Zoey stripped off her clothes. She was naked underneath. She climbed onto my lap, wrapped her hands around my neck, leaned back, and began bouncing on my cock. The cubicle shook a little. She didn't notice - she was focusing on what my cock was doing to her. I had to admit that her tight little cunt was doing some magical shit to my aching prick. I was worried about attracting a crowd though.

I stood up, grabbing her behind her knees to support her. She never stopped bouncing. God, she felt amazing. I thought about leaning her up against the wall of the little room but I was sure that would have the whole place jumping around like a bed in a whorehouse.

I stood and held her knees as she bounced and bounced - growing louder and louder.

"God, Zoey!" I moaned. "You're such a hot little wildcat."

Her breath quickened and her fingers started to lose their grip on my neck. I dropped to the floor as quickly as I could without hurting her but trying to avoid her falling. She ended up on her back and I was still buried inside of her.

Her tight little cunt was spasming around my cock. I was so fucking close! I pushed her back a little more, driving more deeply inside of her grasping twat, and started powering into her.

"Fuck me, Mr. Moore," she gasped.

I worried that someone might have heard but - by that point - I was beyond salvation. I needed to cum and when I did, I was going to cum hard. Zoey was my first lay of the day and my balls had rested all night and were ready to dump a massive load in this hot little minx.

"Zoey ..." I moaned.

"Yes ..." she hissed. "Make me a mommy."

That was it. My mind immediately pictured this little girl with my baby growing in her tummy and the floodgates blasted open. I buried myself inside of her and felt my cock bulge as pulse after pulse of hot steamy seed blasted from my body into the gorgeous little lifeguard that I had pinned to the floor of the All-Mart changing room.

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The door rattled again and I jumped.

"Almost done!" Zoey called out - before pulling my lips to hers and kissing the ever-loving fuck out of me, moaning wordlessly into my mouth.

My cock pulsed within her again but there was nothing left to offer her - the well was dry.

We hurriedly got dressed and Zoey tucked her phone into the back pocket of her pants. I swear girls just carry it there so we'll have another excuse to look at their asses.

I was barely dressed before she grabbed the hangar that held the lingerie and opened the door. As soon as I took a breath of the air outside, I knew that the small room absolutely reeked of sex.

A store employee looked over at us from where she was standing by the counter.

Zoey held up the hangar and said, "I'll take it!"

"Pay up front or here ..." the woman replied.

"Up front," Zoey said, grabbing my hand and dragging me off through the racks of clothing.

"Is that even your size?" I asked, as she buzzed us through the self-check.

"Yes," she said, smirking, as she swiped her charge-card, grabbed the receipt, and dragged me toward the exit.

As we walked across the lot, she said, "I'll wear it for you the next time we're together and you can remember our little shopping trip."

"Remember?" I told her. "I'll never be able to get that out of my head."

Once we were safely in the car, I said, "I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life!"

"Good," she said, "I want you addicted to my pussy - because I can't get enough of your cock."

"You'll find a nice guy at college and forget about me," I told her.

She looked at me - in the eyes - and said, "I don't think so."

"You should probably know," I told her. "I might already have a girlfriend or two."

"I'll fight them for you," she said.

I believed her.

We were halfway home when she started laughing so hard that she had tears running down her cheeks. She started reading me the comments that the other girls had posted on her live-stream while we'd been fucking. There was a running conversation between the five of them as Zoey and I had been going at it.

They had laughed at me jumping both times that somebody had banged on the door. The rest of the time, their conversation made it sound like all five of them had been fingering themselves while watching us. I looked over at the redhead as she finished reading the expletives at the end.

"I'm saving that to my phone," she said. "I'm horny again, just watching us - and reading the girls comments has me totally primed."

"How many of them got themselves off while we were fucking," I asked her.

"Lauren and Meghan, obviously," she said. "Carla never said anything but she loves watching me as she fingers herself and I know she's addicted to your cock - so she's a 'yes'. Erin and Rose's comments could be taken as just a response to what they were seeing but I'm pretty sure they came after I did - but before you finished."

"I was so sure we were going to jail," I told her.

"I hope the employee went in there after we left," she said, grinning broadly, "I think she suspected what we were up to. I would have loved to have seen her face when she caught a whiff of the air in that room."

I pulled into the drive, went around to open Zoey's door, and she wrapped me in a hug as soon as she was on her feet. Her kiss had my balls churning again.

"I still have a half-hour," she said. "I'd love to have another load from you but I think I'll settle for cuddling in your recliner."

I opened the door and we stepped around the corner to applause from my other five lovers. Zoey laughed and bowed, pulling me down to bow beside her.

She dragged me off to the recliner, went to get us drinks, and then dropped onto my lap, worming her fine little ass around until she got a response from my cock. She begged a kiss, took a gulp of her drink, and relaxed against my chest.

Sara came around the corner and gave me a look.

"Please tell me that you didn't watch," I moaned, my cheeks flushing.

"I didn't have to," she said, laughing. "These five were giving me play-by-play. I finally went to my room and closed the door."

"You'll probably be there most of the day," Carla told her. "After that show, I'm definitely planning on live-streaming mine."

"Did you save it?" my daughter asked Zoey.

Zoey beamed and nodded to her.

My little girl blushed and shook her head.

"I'll have so many stories to tell your little sister when I give birth to her," the redhead teased.

"Stop!" Sara gasped, laughing in spite of her verbal response.

~~~ Lauren ~~~

At 10:01, Lauren stepped up next to my recliner.

"Where are you taking him?" Zoey asked her, giving me one quick peck before climbing off of my lap.

"Can't decide," the brunette said, "pool, kitchen, shower, bed, or bathroom..."

"He's eating you out?" the redhead asked.

Lauren looked at me and asked, "Is 69 allowed?"

I shrugged and looked at my daughter.

"No sex," she said. "Mouths only. We never really specified anything else. I'll leave that up to you and daddy."

Lauren looked at me and said, "I'm your dirty whore. You sit on the toilet and I'll suck you off while you record it. If we have time, you put me on the counter by the sink and eat me out while I record it."

I nodded.

Zoey took my empty glass. Lauren offered me her hand and then pulled me out of my chair and into her arms for a lusty kiss. She pulled me down the hall to the guest bathroom. I watched her phone bobbing in her back pocket.

In the bathroom, I stood in front of the toilet and dropped my pants and boxers to my ankles. She hit the button to start the live-stream as I sat on the edge of the seat. She handed me the phone, pulled her shirt off, and dropped in front of me. She lifted her lacey black bra to expose her breasts and pinched and pulled her nipples as she stroked my cock. I was already as hard as iron.

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