Just a Whisper
Introduction:
A single dad tries to find a hookup on a night alone and things go far differently than expected.
Here I am today, a single father with not much time to himself. The ex takes Cleo every other weekend, and that seems to be the only time I can get out to play. Not looking for anything serious, I would usually look over the CraigsList personals. Then those went away, leaving me in a bit of a dry spell. The bar scene sucked, it was usually full of young 20 somethings or a bunch of old farts who should have been playing bingo instead of singing karaoke. That didn’t last long.
So, I spent most of my free time sitting on the internet or playing video games to keep my mind off things. One day, while looking at Facebook, I accidentally clicked on some click bait and discovered a website/app called Whisper. For those who don’t know. Whisper is an app that allows you to post things anonymously. The only information it provides is distance the person is from you, your gender and age range, if you even choose to supply that information. So, I downloaded the app to my phone. I figured if nothing else, I could read the funny shit everyone else was posting.
As things go, I hit a bit of a dry spell in my love life. As a single dad, I hated my time alone as I usually sat and wondering if my kids were okay. Cleo was a bit older now so I didn’t worry as much, but I worried immensely about Cora. I would get updates from Cleo, but that was about it. I guess that’s where this all comes together.
One weekend while Cleo was at her mom’s, I was sitting home alone, browsing over Whisper looking for a good laugh. As I was browsing through the posts, things like the same thirsty dude asking if anyone nearby wanted to hook up, the nearby college students trying to find someone to smoke up with… I came across a posting that caught my eye. “Looking for a Sugar Daddy. 19 F.” I’m bored shitless, and I figure why not. I’ve got nothing to lose. Maybe I can talk to this girl, get a couple of pics and be done with it. Most of these people ghost the people they talk to, so what the heck?
“Hey.”
The response was immediate. “Hey.”
Short answers… I figure this isn’t going to last long.
“So, what exactly are you looking for?”
“I just want to spend time with someone and if I put something like ‘Sugar Daddy’ people jump all over it. What are you looking for?”
That was a fair question. I decided to answer relatively honestly… though admittedly, my intentions were less than noble.
“I’m just bored at home looking for something to do tonight.”
Sent. Then, my nerves got the better of me, so I sent her another quick message.
“Are you serious about this? Or are you just fucking around?”
The message was direct and to the point. I’m not much for playing games.
“I’m completely serious.”
“How about this? If you’re up to it, I can meet you in about half an hour at Buffalo Wild Wings, my treat. We can talk in a public place so you don’t have to worry about anything. I know there’s a bunch of weirdoes out there.”
“Give me an hour. I need to get ready.”
“Fair enough.”
I put the phone down and went to get ready myself. I took care of the three S’s: shit, shower and shave. I went and picked out a pink polo shirt and one of my nicer pairs of black jeans. I wanted to dress to impress without overdoing it. I’ve always kind of struggled with that department. Anyway, I grabbed my keys and off I went
I arrived about 10 minutes early, grabbed a tablet to play poker and ordered a beer, then sat and waited. About 5 minutes later, I nerves got the better of me and I grabbed my phone to see if I had any messages.
Nothing.
I let out a sigh, but in a last ditch effort to see what was going on, I sent her a quick message.
“I’m here. Booth 88. Pink shirt. You can’t miss me.”
A couple of minutes passed and nothing. I finished losing all my chips and my phone vibrated. I picked it up.
“Great! I just pulled in the parking lot.”
This was really happening. I logged out of my tablet and anxiously waited. In walks this stunning young woman. She was about 5’ 3” with long, straight black hair down to her shoulders and slightly tan skin. She wore a tight white t-shirt that showed of her form perfectly. If I had to guess, I’d say she was probably about a double D. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of large sunglasses, but I like what I saw so far. I turned back towards the hockey game on the television in front of me because I didn’t want to be caught staring. Just a few moments later, this goddess sits down in the booth across from me.
“Hi, I’m Cor… HOLY SHIT! DADDY?!”
Both of our jaws dropped at the same time. We got up and shared a long, hard hug. If I had room, I would have picked her up and swung her around like you see in the movies. Finally, she lets go, sitting down in the booth across from me.
“So… um… this is awkward.” I put forth after a few seconds of silence.
“Yeah, no kidding.”
I mused for a moment. I mean, this was my stepdaughter. In my head I tried to think of a million reasons to just get up and leave, but I couldn’t. I hadn’t seen her in so long; the only way I would have left is if she asked me to.
“Let’s catch up, have a nice meal, just like we planned. Then maybe we’ll try and meet up again sometime. No sense in getting dressed up for nothing.”
Cora laughed. She knew that for me, this was dressed up. I’m normally a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy. It didn’t matter if I was at church, a school board meeting or just hanging out, if I was dressed, and 95 percent of the time that was the outfit.
“You know, Daddy, I don’t have to go home when we’re done. Mom’s got Cleo and I don’t have any classes tomorrow. We can catch up for as long as you want.”
“Or at least until they close up at one.”
Cora laughed again. It wasn’t a forced laugh. It was pure, natural. She always seemed to love my sense of humor.
We ordered our food and had a nice meal. The conversation flowed and I learn a whole bunch of things I was kept out of the loop about. Some of it was about my ex, but I let Cora go on and vent about her mother because it was something that mattered to her. The minutes turned into hours and time seemed to melt away. We were there about two and a half hours before we finally finished up.
“So what now?” Cora asked me.
“Hell if I know. I didn’t have this planned out. I just answered a post and figured I would get stood up, but if I got lucky, great. I have to say, it turned out better than I could have imagined.”
“Who said you wouldn’t get lucky?”
The look on my face must have given away just how caught off guard I was.
“Come on, Daddy. I didn’t say anything wrong.”
“Well, no. But, you’re my daughter.”
“Stepdaughter” said, almost scathingly, as she cut me off.
“Be that as it may, I raised you from a baby. I wiped your butt while you were potty training, helped you with your homework, cleaned up after you when you got sick. It wouldn’t be right.”
I had to admit, my objection was more for show than anything else. Cora was stunning. She had grown into a fine young woman, both physically and as a person. Still, I couldn’t wrap my head around why she would want me in that way.
“How about this?” Cora said. For some reason I found it funny how she had picked up some of phrases over the years and still used them. “We’ll head back to your place and watch a movie. I’ll grab something out of the Redbox and you can stop and get us drinks on the way back. We’ll meet up back at your place. You still at you old place.”
“I’m still there. I haven’t been able to get up the money to get a deposit on a new place since your mom left.”
“Yeah, it was really shitty what she did to you. I’m sorry.”
“You never apologize for what that woman has done. I love you. I have always loved you and I always will. You have nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, to ever apologize for.”
I looked deep into her eyes, hoping to assure her that everything would be fine.
“The door is open if you get there before me. Just make yourself at home and I’ll be there soon after you.”
“Okay, Daddy. I love you.”
We gave each a quick hug before going our separate ways. I watched her ass jiggle back and forth as she walked back to her car. Part of me wanted her in every way possible, but the other part of me told me it was wrong. I got inside my car and let out a huge sigh.
“What have I gotten myself into?”
After running to the store, I drove home in dead silence. I couldn’t believe what the hell was going on. As I parked, I saw Cora’s care. She was driving an emerald Honda Civic. What stood out what a bumper sticker that read “Lead me not into temptation, for I can find it on my own.” By, God was I in for it.
I walked into the house, and Cora was standing at my counter, in front of the coffee pot, pouring creamer into one of my mugs. I guess she didn’t hear me come in, because when she turned around, she jumped, spilling creamer on her.
“YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!!” Cora yelled at the top of her lungs. Looking down, she sees the creamer all over her pants. “I gotta get these cleaned off right away.”
Cora turns around and puts the creamer back on the counter. Without a moment of hesitation, she puts her thumbs in the waistband of her yoga pants and takes them off. As she is bent over in front of me, I can’t tear my eyes away from her perfectly think ass. She was certainly ready for a hook up, wearing a pair of sheer black panties that left very little to the imagination.
“What the?” I blurted out, trying to pretend I was protesting as her hips shook and her pants slid down her legs. Cora made sure to take her time grabbing her pants off the floor before casually flinging the over her shoulder.
“What? I’ve got to wash them before they stain. I’ll be in my room if you want me.”
And did I ever want her. I knew it was only a matter of time at this point, but I still wanted her to think it was her idea. I guess Cleo had told her that I still had her room intact from before her mother took her away, but I wasn’t about the question it. God blessed me with two heads, but cursed me with only enough blood to operate one at a time and at that moment, I was certainly thinking with the lower one.
I waited about a minute before I finally said “Fuck it.” and walked to Cora’s room. She was laying flat on her stomach, drinking her coffee when I came in. She made it a point to position herself so her perfect ass was facing the door and would be the first thing I saw when I walked it.
“So, you couldn’t resist.”
She said that as a statement, not a question. She knew me too well.
“Just get over here and suck my cock before I change my mind.”
Cora carefully got off of her bed to put her coffee on her dresser. She lay down on her stomach, this time facing me so she could take my cock in her mouth.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me, Daddy.”
She stuck her tongue out and licked the underside of my cock from balls to tip before taking it into her eager mouth. She bobbed her head up and down the length of my shaft, slowly at first, then steadily increasing her speed, stopping only to push her hair out of her face. I reached down and grabbed her hair, not only keeping it out of her face, but allowing me to control the tempo. She took the silent instruction well, following my lead with me having to force things. Every so often she would pull my dick out of her mouth and flick her tongue on the bottom of the head. It was like she instinctually knew that was my spot, teasing it long enough to get a reaction out of me, but not staying long enough to make me come.
“Come on, baby girl. You’re driving me crazy.”
“That’s the point, Daddy.”
“Let me see your tits.”
Cora sat up obediently and reached down to take her shirt off.
“Wait.” I cut of her off. “Allow me.”
I pushed my jeans off and stepped out of them, kneeling on Cora’s bed. I pulled her in close and we shared out first kiss. She thrust her tongue passionately into my mouth, and I was all too happy to reciprocate. While we wear kissing, I reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She broke our kiss to allow me to take her shirt off. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Do you like them?”
I answered by laying her down and taking turns sucking on her tits, switching every few seconds. I ran my hand around the hem of her panties, making sure to come as close to her pussy as I could without actually touching it. I’ve come to find that making a woman want it more increases her reaction when she gets it. I continued to flick her nipples with my tongue, feeling her slowly start to squirm underneath me. Slow, I kissed starting moving my head down her body, kissing her softly as I made my way down her torso. I made my way down further, kissing down until I was in between her legs. I paused just long enough to make sure she could feel my breath and she raised her hips up, expecting me to remove her panties. I didn’t. I continued moving down, kissing the inside of her thighs and down to her calves and slowly back up. All the while, Cora was writhing in anticipation. I kissed my way back up the inside of her leg, once again stopping between her legs. I softly kissed her pussy through the fabric of her panties. I could taste her sweet nectar on her panties.
“Jesus Christ, Dad. Just do it already.”
Nope. That’s not how the game is played. I repeated the process of kissing her, this time kissing my way down her other leg. As I got down to her foot, we made eye contact, and I swear I have never seen such a look of lust in a woman’s eyes that burned the way Cora’s did.
“Please, Daddy. I want it now.”
I smiled as I looked down and my beautiful daughter. I kissed my way down her left leg. This is, I stopped before I got to her honey pot, and took one last moment to make sure she wasn’t going to regret this.
“Last chance, baby girl. You sure?”
“Yes. I’ve wanted this since I found out what sex is. Now shut the fuck up and give it to me.”
I reached up and grabbed her panties, ripping through the cheap black material like a hot knife through butter. Cora’s eyes widened as she realized what I was doing. Nevertheless, she reached down and pulled my head between her legs. Obediently, I began licking her pussy, her moans getting louder with every passing moment. You know the old joke about using your tongue and licking in the shape of each letter of the alphabet? More capital T. Trust me on this one.
I slid my hand up and slowly slid a finger into her pussy, making sure to curl my finger so I could hit her g spot. She tried to pull my head closer, but I had nowhere to go. I continued licking her clit and slid a second finger in for good measure.
“Oh, God. God, yes! Eat me, Daddy! Make me cum.”
It was kind of funny that as weird as her calling me “Daddy” was before, it was turning me on even more.
“Come on, Daddy. I’m getting close.”
That was when I made my move. I took my slick fingers out of her pussy, and gently slid one of them into her ass. I gave her a few moments to realize what I was doing before I slowly started sliding my finger in and out of her asshole. She rocked to match my rhythm, and just a few seconds later, it happened.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! I’M CUMMING!!!”
She squeezed her legs together and her juices began covering my face. It was the sweetest taste I ever experienced. I watched as she came down from her orgasm.
“So, what do you want to do now?” I asked.
“What do you think I want to do? You never got to finish. I want to suck that cock.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. She got up, and her ripped panties fell to the fell. We switched positions and she playfully pushed me back onto the bed.
“You like the view?”
“I love it, baby girl.”
She moved her head down, gently sucking on the tip. Each time she went down, she took a little bit more of my cock in her mouth, making eye contact with me the entire time. The slurping noises were getting louder and it turns out my little girl was a pro at sucking dick. As she got into a rhythm, she started stroking my cock while blowing me. I leaned forward and smacked her ass which was met with an appreciated moan.
“Spank me, Daddy. I’ve been a bad girl.”
She wiggled her ass, inviting me to spank her again. I smacked her ass one more time for good measure before I lay back down. She licked the underside of my shaft and the look on my face must have given me away.
“You like my tongue on your cock, Daddy?”
“I love it, baby.”
“Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Just do it, Daddy.”
“Fine.”
I could feel her moving around, but couldn’t quite tell what was going on. I felt her hand stroking my cock again and I was enjoying every moment of it.
“Open your eyes.”
I opened my eyes to see my daughter straddling me.
“Can I ride this cock?”
Before I could answer, she lowered herself down. I watched with delight as the head of my dick slowly spread and disappeared inside of her pussy lips. She lowered herself down as she adjusted to the feeling of my cock inside her. Once she bottomed out, she leaned back and put her hands on my legs to steady herself. As she gently moved up and down, I could see the look of pleasure on her face.
“Your cock feels so good inside me, Daddy.”
“Oh, my God.” was all I could get out. She had the tightest pussy I had ever fucked before.
She kept bouncing up and down on my dick, keeping a smooth and steady rhythm.
“Oh, my God. You make my pussy so wet.”
“Keep talking.”
“Uh huh. You cock feels so good in this tight little pussy. Oh, you like that? Oh, fuck, yeah. It feels so good. Oh, my God.”
I watched in amazement as she started rubbing her pussy while riding my cock. Knowing she was so into it only made me hornier. She straightened up and her eyes got a little bigger.
“Oh, God. That’s the spot. Oh, yeah. You’re cock fills this pussy up so nicely.”
I knew I was getting close, so I grabbed her by her hips and pulled her down until I was as deep as I could go.
“Holy fuck!” she yelled as a rolled her over onto her back while still inside of her. I started thrusting my hips as quickly as I could. You could hear my balls slapping her ass as I pounded her pussy.
“Come for me, Daddy. I want to make you cum!”
I was able to get a few more strokes before I pulled out, cumming all over her stomach.
“Damnit, Daddy! I wanted you to cum inside me.”
“I love you, baby girl, but I am NOT getting you pregnant.”
“I’m on the pill.”
I just sat there, still catching my breath and taking in the sight of my beautiful step daughter covered in my seed. She grabbed some tissues from the night stand and started cleaning herself off.
“You’d better cum inside me next time.”
