**All characters are at least eighteen and older.
"It's me, Madison. Your daughter."
The pretty eighteen year old almost felt naked as the man who'd just opened the door stood there staring at her, momentarily speechless. He seemed skeptical as his eyes roamed boldly over the curvaceous terrain of the girl's body. She had firm, oversized tits that were very generously displayed in the pink tank top she had on. They were bigger than her mother's ever were. She also had longer, shapelier legs and an ass that looked sublime in a pair of light, grey yoga pants. It wasn't necessarily the ideal outfit for meeting her father for the first time since she was two, but it had been comfortable to travel in.
Madison was also prettier than her mother ever was, even when Wendy had been the same age. But with her long, raven dark hair she was hoping the resemblance would be clear enough to keep the man from closing the door in her face.
Sam looked older than his daughter expected, but he was also much better looking and in much better shape, too. There was even a little grey hair on his temples. He was wearing a loose tank top that showed off broad shoulders and muscular arms. He was also wearing a pair of linen shorts that looked expensive. Seemingly satisfied the girl was who she claimed to be, Sam brought his eyes back up from her tits to her face. Most men stared at her tits anyway, so it wasn't like she wasn't used to it. But this was her father, and there was something kind of intimidating about him before he even opened his mouth to say hello.
The girl's nipples went stiff with tingles. Sam finally invited her in, curiously eyeing the suitcase and overstuffed backpack she lugged through the doorway.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. No hello. No excited welcome of his long lost daughter.
Madison started to feel even worse than when her mother kicked her out of the house a three days ago. Sam obviously had no idea the girl was coming. She probably should have expected her mother would do something like this, but after the blowout they'd had, then being shoved on a bus for the two thousand mile trip, there were other things on the girl's mind. She just assumed this total stranger who also happened to be her father would know she was coming.
"I thought Mom must've called you," Maddy said, on the verge of tears and afraid of being put out on the street for the second time in a week.
"Your mother and I haven't spoken in years," he said dryly. "Her choice. Not mine."
Sam's tone made the girl feel like she was being blamed for whatever her mother had done to make them hate each other. Maddy didn't have a clue. All she ever knew was that her father had left when she was two and didn't want to have anything to do with either one of them. So far, it looked like it was the one thing her mother had ever told the truth about. This guy sure wasn't happy to see her.
It fell on Madison right then and there to explain the situation. Her mother had vowed never to allow the girl back into the house again. She'd been completely disowned, although she anxiously avoided explaining why. She simply said that Wendy had said her father could deal with her now. He was her only living relative, and there was nowhere else for her to go.
Sam just seemed irritated and confused. At least he didn't appear to be mad, except maybe about being caught off-guard.
"Now I have to do something I never thought I'd have to do again - talk to your mother," he said with an exasperated sigh. "Just wait here."
Madison didn't even sit down. She just stood waiting in the middle of the living room of the huge, top-floor condo while she watched Sam go out on the balcony and make a call on his cell phone. It wasn't long before he was pacing back and forth. He'd closed the triple set of sliding glass doors behind him, so all the eighteen year old could hear was the muffled sound of her father speaking in an angry tone, then listening, then talking again, and then listening some more. This went on for a while. His voice kept getting louder and angrier sounding, until he finally disconnected the call and roughly tossed his phone onto a round patio table.
Maddy felt like her life was in the balance while her father turned his back to the glass doors and leaned on the low, balcony wall. He just stood that way for a while and she didn't move a muscle. The tears started to flow then. She was sure her father wasn't going to take her in.
It was a shitty feeling when no one wanted you. Maddy didn't really mind about her mother, but her lifelong fantasies of finally getting to be a daddy's girl weren't working out at all. Not even Phil really wanted her after all the promises he made.
Phil was Wendy's latest boyfriend, and it had been looking like he and the girl's mother might end up married, officially making him Maddy's stepfather. Maddy had been excited by the idea of having a stepfather, and she as much as she never got along with her mother, she was determined to do anything she could to help along Wendy's relationship with Phil. The girl was so devoted to the idea that she eagerly consented to sucking Phil's cock when he first tried talking the girl into it. He'd said she could be his girl even if he was married to her mother.
But when she was being honest with herself, Maddy had just wanted to suck Phil's cock. He was one of her mother's nicer boyfriends. He wasn't bad looking, but the teenager liked that he was forty years old. The only other time she'd sucked cock was for a guy in her class at school. She liked dick, but didn't usually like the guys they were attached to, especially the ones her age. She was even willing to let Phil have her pussy. But the way things turned out, all he did was yank down her top and play with her tits like every other guy in the world wanted to. Then he sat down and pulled out his cock. It was already hard, and Maddy got down on the floor at his feet and eagerly started sucking and stroking his cock.
Maddy loved the way Phil had gotten so hard for her. He was throbbing like crazy in her mouth, and she finally felt like she was somebody's special girl. But then Wendy came home unexpectedly and caught them in the act before Maddy could even suck the cum out of the man's cock. The teen barely had her top back over her tits by the time her mother had kicked her out of the house. Wendy had been mad at Phil, too, but she didn't trying kicking him out of the house, only her own daughter.
It was much too embarrassing to admit any of this to Sam, though. He'd probably call her slut the way her mother did. Yet what did it even matter now? Wendy had probably told Sam what happened, and Madison would be trying to figure out where to go. At least if her mother hadn't put her on that bus she'd still be back home where she had friends she could call. But she'd wanted to come here. She wanted to know her father, and for him to know her. Even more, she wanted him to love her. She had no idea what that would be like, but instinct told her it would be the most amazing feeling in the world.
Sam finally came back in. He seemed calmer now, even though he was still looking at Maddy like some kind of stranger. She guessed she kind of was. He was just as much a stranger to her. Yet he was a stranger she'd thought about every day of her life, always imagining what he was like, pretending he would love her desperately if ever given the chance to know her. That wasn't working out the way she'd always imagined even though there was something about being near him that made her nipples tingle and swell.
The way he was looking at her made Maddy sure her mother had told him about sucking Phil's cock. She was just waiting for him to think of what to say about it, but then he just told her he was going to need her help moving a few things out of her room.
Her room? "Does that mean you're not making me go?" she asked, her mind starting to spin with confusion and relief.
Sam frowned at her and shook his head. Then he picked up her suitcase and told her to follow him. He led her to a room on the rear side of the condo. There was a bed in it, and Sam set his daughter's suitcase on top of it. It was a corner room, with windows on both sides, and one side looking out over the ocean.
"If you help move a few of these boxes to another room, this one can be yours. I thought you'd like being able to see the beach from your window." His tone of voice was dry, like he could've been reading the morning headlines from the newspaper, but Maddy's heart nearly stopped. A minute ago she was sure she was getting kicked out on the street again, but now she was looking at the most incredible view and being told this was hers. She didn't know what to say, but Sam just started picking up boxes and moving them to another room.
