Becca s Story
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Considering I was free and single for most of the year every year and newly divorced I decided to make a big life change and I packed up and moved to Thailand where I could get good sun, eat cheap food, live in a pent house and fuck around while doing minimal work as a university professor online. Life was perfect. Becca first came to visit when she was 9. Still upset with the divorce was excited to visit somewhere as foreign as Thailand. We had fun, she learned a bit of the language and I was able to afford a nanny so that I could still live my bachelor lifestyle sans kiddo in the evenings.
This worked out for the first few years. At 13 Becca came for the summer and she came with an attitude. Where was my sweet, intelligent Becca? This child was rude, anti-social and gave off serious Denise vibes. By the end of summer we were fighting and I was glad to be rid of her. She went home and complained to her mom and for the next 5 years she didn’t come back. She wasn’t missed much. Phone calls and texts sufficed and we became very distant.
The year Becca was turning 18 I was sent a “Save the Date” from Denise for her second marriage. She’s such a cunt. Who sends their ex a save the date? So Becca calls the next day saying the guy is an asshole and in the military and in the past couple years Denise and him have been together she hasn’t been allowed to date and she hates him. She’s suddenly all sweet and nice over the phone and asks to spend the summer with me in Thailand in order to miss the wedding. Denise is furious when I get her on the phone but I’m able to pull custody rank and Becca’s bags are packed before the argument even ends.
I’m waiting patiently at the Bangkok airport for Becca and see a sexy chick walk passed looking a bit lost. Her hour glass is bombshell beautiful and I can’t believe how this her waist is considering what it has to hold up. Her legs are long and tan and tucked tightly into rip jean shorts. Becca’s flight still has five minutes to unload so I sleek my salt and pepper hair back and glance in the reflective glass near me. I feel good and have a solid build and while I’m no military I work out regularly and all the Thai women tell me I don’t look like John Hamm, whoever the fuck that is.
Her back is to me and I’m able to appreciate her tight round ass as I approach her to ask if she needs any assistance. Tapping her on the shoulder she turns. A heart shaped stunning face, with dark brown hair turn to me. Her eyes are a deep green and as her perfect cupid bow lips stretch into a smile the recognition dawns on me.
“Daddy!” Becca squeals flinging her arms around me. I’m still stunned but I pat her back robotically before shaking off what just happened. I not only just checked out, but almost hit on my daughter. 18 has never looked so becoming and as I pull back and give her one more once over I realize this feeling in my gut isn’t going anywhere
We grab a bite to eat before heading home and all I can think as she slurps up pad thai is how lucky the god damn noodles are. I shake my head. What is wrong with me. I look again trying to see my daughter and not the potential best fuck of my life. Her green eyes are silhouetted with cat eye liner and her lips are full and red. It takes everything to not look lower to her V neck crop top and as I make eye contact with her I say.
“You’ve grown up so much sweet heart."
” She quirks a half smile. “Thanks Dad. Do you still have a pool on the roof of the pent house? I wanted to get some swimming and selfies in.”
“Yeah sure” I say. Trying not to sound eager. “You can change as soon as we’re home.”
Her young curvy body is torture as she exits the guest bedroom that’s now her room for the summer. It’s white and crosses over her torso making her waist look all the smaller and her hips and chest all the more appealing. Her hair is now up in a messy ponytail and I can imagine holding it as I guide her down…I stop, shaking my head again. Enough. Becca smiles up at me. “What’s the matter dad?” I straighten and smile back, “nothing, just a headache. Let’s go.”
Her body wet almost drives me off the side of the building. She does laps, laughs with some other tenants (one of them a boy her age I’ll have to watch out for) and takes a million pictures of herself. When she walks over to me dripping wet, her nipples pressing against the wet fabric I stiffen in more ways than one. “Come on let’s take a selfie!” She starts to sit on my lap and I shift over knowing the instant she does she’ll feel nine inches of steel rod push against her ass and the jig will be up day one. She poses the camera, sticks her tongue out and throws a peace sign. I look mostly amused in the shot and when I ask for it she texts it to me.
That night I jack off to the picture of my daughter for the first time. I fantasize about her coming into my room and asking to sleep with me like she use to, but how things would be different this time around. In the mornings she goes for morning jogs and comes back looking sweaty and fit and beautiful before even applying her daily makeup (which always ends up strewn across the floor)
Three weeks into the summer I hear Becca arguing on the phone with her mother. She sounds upset and her voice is shaking with tears.
upset and her voice is shaking with tears. “Well if you don’t want me I’ll just stay here with daddy!…I am not manipulating him, he likes me here!”
There is another pause and she stomps into the living room where I suddenly act busy. She’s wearing a clingy cotton gown that goes down to her ankles and yet it’s so sheer it’s the opposite of covered up. Her dark brown hair is wavy at her shoulders and looks feather soft as she juts the phone towards my ear.
“She wants to talk to you.” Her lips are pouty and she looks like a sexy doll.
“Denise?” I say taking the phone.
“Obviously I dont want to talk to you so let’s cut to the chase. Your bratty daughter doesn’t like Darren because he keeps her in line, disciplines her, and sets ground rules. This summer rebellion of hers needs to come to an end. I’m getting married in two weeks and if she’s not there she’s not welcome in my home no matter what shit she comes up with the manipulate me. She might have you under her thumb but I I’ve seen her lie, and I’ve seen her use her body to get what she wants. She even tried to get out of being grounded once by asking Darren if there was ‘anything she could do for him.’ to go out. You think long and hard about if you really, actually want that little bitch in your house before you take her on, because if the papers are signed, they’re signed and you’re stuck with her.”
“Alrighty. I’ll think on it.” I said, getting my first word in since she had started. She didn’t even say good bye, the phone simply clicked and a dial tone came on. I handed back the phone. Becca looked pleading and pouty up at me. “Well, looks like we have some big decisions to make then, don’t we?”
That night I didn’t sleep. Having Becca here was torture, but having Becca to look at and fantasize about every night had felt exciting a new. I kept thinking about what Denise had said, about the manipulation. Becca had been spoiled since she got here but who wouldn’t give that sexy doll her heart’s desire? The idea of her doing “favors” for me in order to let her stay made my cock twitch, but Darren hadn’t been her dad, just some asshole guy. What would she have offered if he had accepted? Was he a moron? Was I? When I heard a knock on my door I jumped. Realizing it was 8 am I sat up in bed and ushered Becca to come in. She was still in her nightgown, and had not yet took her run. Her breasts bounced freely as she strutted in and sat on the edge of my bed.
“Hi Daddy.”
I gulped before answer back. “What’s up sweet heart?"
Her pout was back and she leaned in towards me. “Daddy I don’t want to go home. Darren is awful and you know how mom is…” Can I please just stay here with you? I can finish my classes online and here you can afford a private tutor.” The easy answer was yes, but after ten hours of laying in bed I knew how I was going to go about this.
“Baby. (this was a new pet same for me but it came out so naturally that I went with it.) if you’re going to stay here you need to show me this wont just be a vacation. Show me you can help out around here and make my life easier, not harder. If you’re good for the next two weeks we’ll talk about it again and I’ll sign those papers.”
She clapped giddily and leaned in hugging me tight. Her perky breasts pressed against my bare chest and it took everything I had not to fondle them. “Oh daddy thank you! I will! I’ll be the best most obedient daughter ever!” I really, really hoped so.
True to her word the next morning I woke up to another knock on my door, but this time Becca carried in a tray of homemade breakfast. I hadn’t had a good American breakfast in years and the fight of her serving me food in a night gown was almost too much. She kissed me on the cheek and trotted out, ass wagging as she left.
After her jog she made us lunch, dinner and then when I groaned at the table she looked up. “What’s wrong Daddy? Don’t you like dinner?" “Oh yeah Baby, it’s great. I was just hunched over a computer all day while you were at the pool so my shoulders ache.” I then cut in as if it were a spontaneous idea. “Hey, since you’re finished why don’t you come over here and rub my shoulders so I can enjoy this nice food you made.” Her face only looked uncomfortable for a moment and then she smiled,
“Of course Daddy.”
Her hands worked up and down my bad and I felt the heat of her body behind me, tits every once in awhile grazing my shoulder or back as she worked. I groaned “that’s perfect Baby.” and I felt her hands pause. “Don’t stop now.” I said, keeping a bit of command in my voice. “I’m just starting to enjoy the meal.”
The rest of the week fell into a pattern. mid day she was shopping, cool side, or with friends, and morning and evening she was tending to my every need. Half way through the second week I started taking little risks and little chances. Petting her head as I walked by, sliding my hand along her waist she she prepped dinner. She didn’t seem to mind or notice and that boded well for me. I played it safe not wanting to scare her off but after almost two weeks of this and no propositions I decided to up my game a bit.
“Hmm…” I stared at a fake email on my computer looking concerned as she walked in. She asked me what was wrong and I spun my lie. “The owner of the building says they’ve caught some teens sneaking out and having sex by the pool. Apparently they’ve been doing it every night this week…” Her eyes widened in genuine surprise, “what really? I hope it’s not Boon-Nam…” She was referring to the young man her age who she had met at the pool. My mood darkened and I asked her sternly.
“Becca. Are YOU one of these teens?”
“No Daddy never!”
“Never?”
She blushed. “Dad… I don’t do that sort of thing.”
I crossed my arms. “I don’t know how you can prove to me that you don’t sneak out, our rooms are across the house from each other.”
“Daddy please! believe me! I wouldn’t! I’ll…I’ll prove it. They’ve been doing it every night right?” I nodded. Waiting.
“I’ll sleep in your room. Every night for the rest of the week until they’re caught!” This caught me by surprise. But it was a welcome one. I pretended to think.
“I don’t know baby… “
She actually got on her knees. “Please Daddy?”
I lifted her chin, looking into her pleasing sexy green eyes. “Alright.”
My bed is a king and as she slips in below the overs in her satin skimpy gown I wish it was a double. Her hair is brushed out and wavy and her back is turned to me as she turns sets her alarms and disposes of her phone on the nightstand.
I slide over to her and as my body presses lightly on hers, and my hand brushes her hip I feel that same tension as before. I kiss her temple and whisper, “Night Baby girl.” in a husky voice before retreating not so far back to my side of the bed. “Night Daddy.” She says and yawns before turning out her light.
I wait an hour before slowly sliding to her side. Her breath is heavy and slow and as I snap my fingers above her head I know she’s out like a light. This is my first moment to touch her fully and I don’t waste time. I slide my hand softly down her side, smooth over her ass which feels incredible and plump, and then cup her breast and tease her nipple softly. Then sliding low I press my fingers to her silky underwear and rub smoothly against her opening. She moves ever so slightly but remains sound asleep. Grasping my hard cock I begin to rub myself as I touch her. Her young teen body is so firm in some places and so supple in others I have to hold back my cum a bit longer to continue exploring her. I imagine how I’d take her if I could…If.
When I do blow my load it’s into my boxers and I imagine it dripping down her lips and seeping into the curve of her cleavage. I rest easy as I pull away and fall asleep.
The next night I know I want more freedom though so I go into town while she’s at the pool with her friends. I know a shady pharmacy guy who has decent prices for ruphanol and I get a decent amount so I don’t have to keep making trips. Becca is back at the house when I get back and I offer to make dinner and drinks. She’s excited to get to try alcohol even though I’m sure she gets it when she’s with her friends. My meal is modest but my bloody Mary has pulled out all the stops and she sips it smoothly taking down not just a shit tone of vodka but a good sized dose of drugs too. She laughs and hugs me a lot at dinner and when I slap her ass and send her to bed she seems so out of it she doesn’t even notice. She’s still in her bikini when she collapses on the bed and I murmur in her ear saying she drank too much and I’ll take care of her.
I slip off her bikini bottoms first and am graced with a shaved perfect pussy. I rub my hand down and dip my fingers in. She groans and mumbles and pushes as my hand and I keep quiet as I press her hand to her side and continue fingering her tight pussy. And god is it tight. Nobody who has been fucked before feels like this. The excitement I feel makes my groin ache but if she is a virgin I want her eyes open when I fuck her, not groggy and closed. Her breasts look amazing in her top and as I unleash them they bounce out of place in all their natural glory. They must be Cs ranging on Ds and I rub and squeeze them to my heart’s desire. She’s moaning and trying to twist away but she has so little control over her body that she just keeps arching and wriggling which is sending me over. I take a nipple in my mouth and suckle it before nipping it gentle with my teeth and giving the same attention to the other one.
Naked on my bed and half out of it she looks like a sex fantasy. And I guess she is considering this is a good third of the populations kink. I bring my hard cock up to her breasts and with my hands press them together so they incase my dick and begin to tit fuck her. She cries out softly as it’s rough going but holy shit does it feel amazing. She gasps and her lips look so mesmerizing without even thinking I let go of her tits and bring her head up to my dick. As she groans I ease it in and start pushing and pulling her head back in the same rhythm as my hard cock. Her lips wrap around it and though there is some gagging I push even farther still until my balls are slapping against her chin and the tip of my dick feels the back of her throat. I get out my own moans and all too soon I feel my member burst with release and I feel my seed blast down her throat and dribble down her perfect lips. She’s sputtering and gagging as I exit her and she manages a “Whatzgoinon?” before coughing more and trying to pull away again. My body looms over hers as I replay what I’ve just done, and then how fucking good it felt. She looks sexy and used and more unconscious then not and I lay on my bed bringing her close, fitting her small body to my own as I drift off to sleep.
When I wake up it’s before dawn and I slip into boxers and a shirt and grab a night gown of Becca’s from her room. Slipping it on her I slip out into the living room and begin grading papers as I wait for her to wake up. It’s the day where I decide if she can say and her custody papers are signed and sent over.
Becca walks out looking tired and sick. “Dad… I don’t feel well.” I scoff and flip through another essay. “that would be because you snuck more than half a bottle of vodka after your first bloody mary kiddo.” It’s surprisingly easy to lie to her and as I gesture to a half finished bottle I raise an eyebrow at her. “Not your first time drinking I guess?” She looks abashed. “Maybe not…” She then turns on her charming smile not wanting to be in any sort of trouble. “Breakfast daddy?
By noon the papers are in and we’re both sitting at the table.
“Are you sure you want to stay?” I ask.
“Yes Daddy I do!”
I gesture to my knee and pull her to sit on it. “You’ll have to be very mature, keep me happy around the house and do as I say.”
She looks at me pouty and says, “haven’t I been good Daddy?”
I kiss her cheek and place my hand on the small of her back. As I murmur into her ear “You sign first and then me.” she grows noticeable uncomfortable but leans in and signs the custody papers. My arm snakes around her keeping her in place and the other reaches over to uncap the pen. I sign my name and she begins to wriggle out of my lap. I let her. “Go tell your mom the good news.” She does and when she’s done and in her room getting dressed for the day I cancel her phone’s minutes and wait for my dinner and dessert to come.
To Be Continued. -->
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