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Sugar Daddy (MF,Rom,Slow)
By Davidb234
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Sugar Daddy
By Davidb234
As usual I sat in a window seat as I sipped my way through my three
cups of coffee, all the time staring blankly at the people walking
by. The place? A modern shopping Mall, the time. Saturday morning in
the spring of my forty-fifth year, and my fifth year on my own. My
wife had died of Cancer some six years ago, and almost a year later
my only daughter had upped and married her long term boyfriend,
moving with him when a promotion took his job across the country. It
wasn't an easy parting, but I held back the tears that were welling
up inside me, until they were out of sight. It took a few days for me
to gain control of myself enough to even want to get back to work,
let alone actually need to do so. As it happened things were quiet
and I wasn't needed, after all I had recruited the best staff I
could, and paid them a good deal of money to do the jobs they were
hired for, so if they couldn't handle things for a few days without
me, I'd got the wrong people. In the end my PA called to ask if
someone else should handle a meeting that was due, and I told her I'd
be in the next day. From then on things got better. I worked harder
(so did my staff) and made much more money than when I had a family
to think about. The truth is I buried myself in my work, not wanting
to return to an empty house each evening, but realising I had little
option for the moment. For the next five years I lived a very lonely
existence, working through the day, sitting reading or watching TV at
night. The two things that broke up my week were the weekly phone
call to my daughter Jane, when I got an update on her growing family,
and my weekly visit to the coffee bar in the Mall. This is where all
my memories came flooding back, while I looked at the girls as they
met their friends, male and female, and lived their young lives to
the full.
It was during one of these mornings, I was on my third coffee, and
about ready to get up and leave, when I saw a young woman pushing a
baby buggy towards the door of the caf . What got my attention wasn't
her exceptional good looks, or the way she was dressed. It was the
fact she looked so very sad, and also had a strong resemblance to one
of my daughters oldest and best friends. Not wanting to make a fool
of myself I just got up and made my way to the door, simply smiling
at her as I passed where she was sitting. The fact she smiled back,
and that her face lit up like a beacon as she smiled, made no
difference and I continued on past her and made my way home. What
disturbed me somewhat as I walked home, was the way her face seemed
to drop as I walked past her. It seemed as if she wanted me to
recognise her and speak to her, and was showing her disappointment
when I didn't. That evening as I sat in my study after dinner, my
mind kept on going back to the young woman's face, and her beaming
smile began to haunt me. Again it wasn't her good looks, it was her
resemblance to Kelly, Jane's friend of long ago. That's why I spent
the whole of that weekend digging out old photos in an effort to find
one with Kelly in it. Finally, just before I went to bed on Saturday
I found what I was looking for, a snap of Jane and Kelly playing
together in our back yard. The girls would have been about twelve or
thirteen at the time, and I suddenly remembered it was a very bad
time for Kelly, and one that I believed I managed to help her get
through in as painless a way as was possible. What happened was that
Kelly's parents were going through a very bad patch in their
marriage, her Dad was cheating on her mother, and also drinking a
lot. Things wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't also begun to get
abusive towards Kelly. He was blaming her for being the reason he
couldn't get a quick divorce, and took it out on her every time he
saw her. During this period Kelly was staying at our house more than
at her own, something her mother allowed as it meant Kelly wasn't
close to her father and liable to get hurt.
I had always been in the habit of allowing Jane to cuddle up to me
and watch TV, when she was a little girl. As she got bigger she
continued to do this, and when Kelly was sleeping over she sort of
slipped into the same routine, and I ended up with the pair of them
in the circle of my arms as we watched a movie or whatever. As time
went on we all got more at ease with the situation, and my wife
didn't even object when she found me with Kelly sitting on my lap,
her head on my shoulder and my arms round her firm young body. In the
end Kelly was calling me 'Daddy Dave' and telling be all about her
life in and out of school. Almost the last time I saw Kelly was the
day her father killed her mother, then himself. Kelly was staying
with us at the time and the police came and found her, told her what
had happened, and that they had called one of her aunts to come and
collect her to look after her. Kelly collapsed on to my lap and spent
the next ten hours there, crying all the time as I cuddled her in an
effort to comfort her. Even when I had to go to the bathroom Kelly
didn't want to let me go, and Jane ended up sitting with her until I
got back. When her Aunt finally arrived the next day Kelly had calmed
down, and accepted that she was an orphan about to start living on
the charity of her relations. It pained me that I could do nothing to
help her, all I managed to do was get a promise from her to write to
me regularly to keep me up to speed on what was happening to her. I
still had her letters, and sat for hours that Sunday reading and re-
reading them. It was then I discovered just what had happened to her,
something I hadn't managed when I read each one on it's own. For
years Kelly had written about what she had been doing, telling me how
unhappy she was, and how she wished she could come and live with the
three of us. I hadn't picked up just how bad her life must have been
living with her relations, and suddenly realised her letters had
stopped just as Jane had got married and left home. When I got back
to work on Monday I got in touch with an inquiry agent I knew and
asked him to do some checking for me. By Friday afternoon he was back
to me with a report that was about to change my life. The gist of the
report was that Kelly had been mistreated by her relatives until she
was eighteen years old. That's when things got worse for her. She
left her aunts home the instant she could legally do so, and took up
with her current boyfriend. After a year or so they married, and soon
had a child. This was the one I saw her pushing in the buggy. The
problem was that her then husband deserted her for another girl and
she spent a year trying to get a divorce. When that actually happened
Kelly returned to our home town and was currently living in a tiny
apartment trying to live on the income from her parents house that
had been let on a long lease after probate had been granted.
I went home that evening and spent all my time planning how I was
going to help Kelly get back on her feet, look after her child, and
make sure she never wanted for anything again in her life. It wasn't
until Saturday morning when I was sitting in my usual seat in the
caf , waiting for Kelly to appear, that it suddenly occurred to me
that maybe Kelly wouldn't want my help, and might actually resent
anything I tried to do for her. I was still nursing my second cup of
coffee when I saw her. Once more she was pushing the buggy, and once
again she came into the caf where I was sitting. This time though,
when she sat down at the table next to mine she just looked at me,
then looked away as if to say 'OK mister if you don't want to know me
I won't recognise you either'. I could see the hurt in her eyes as
she ordered a drink, and as the waitress walked away I got up and
went to sit opposite her. "It is Kelly isn't it?" I asked softly. The
way her eyes lit up as she nodded her head was wonderful, especially
after the sadness that I saw there a moment before. "Daddy Dave?" she
gasped, I nodded, "Yes my dear, I'm sorry about last week, I didn't
realise who you were until I was almost home. It's been so long since
I last saw you, you've changed quite a lot." Before Kelly could
answer the waitress reappeared and placed Kelly's drink on the table,
giving me a funny look until I ordered another one for myself. That I
was known, and was a regular is all that stood between me and the
waitress asking if I was bothering Kelly, and I chuckled as I
explained this to her making her giggle too. We sat there for hours
catching up on our lives, our excited chatter being disturbed only by
the waitress coming and asking if we wanted more drinks or food. In
the end Kelly had to leave as she had to feed and change her baby
before putting him down for the night. That's when I took my heart in
my hands and asked Kelly if she could get a babysitter that evening
so she could come and have dinner with me. She blushed and averted
her eyes, then said she would try, promising to call me as soon as
she knew what was happening. I spent the next four hours like a cat
on hot bricks, only keeping from screaming out in frustration by
keeping myself busy preparing dinner. When the call did come I almost
fell over in my efforts to reach it before the second ring. That the
answer was yes made me want to shout out loud with happiness, but I
managed to restrain myself enough to tell her to take a cab and I
would settle up when she arrived.
The doorbell rang and I jerked it open, shoved a twenty in the
drivers hand and pulled Kelly in through the door stifling the
drivers thanks for the ten dollar tip. The instant the door was
closed I turned to face Kelly and she fell into my open arms sobbing
with happiness as I cuddled her close to me. We stood like that for
some minutes, before I got a whiff of something well cooked. I don't
remember serving, let alone eating dinner, but a load of dishes in
the washer told me it was time to relax and sit with Kelly who had
been making a fresh pot of coffee. When we were sitting on my old
leather sofa I managed to get Kelly to tell me all about her current
situation, something she had skipped over when we'd talked in the
caf . In the end she told me what I already knew, and that's when I
made my proposal. By the time I was ready Kelly was sitting on my
lap, just as she used to when she was younger, and I had my arms
round her, hugging her as close as I dared. "What you need Kelly
darling is someone to look out for you. Someone that loves you, and
can afford to give you all you need, for you and your son. What you
need my dear is someone rich and lonely, in fact you need a Sugar
Daddy. Do you think I might be a suitable candidate?" As I said this
I looked down at Kelly's face, saw the tears in her eyes and bent to
kiss them away before she said softly "Only if you let me do
something for you Daddy Dave." Before I could say anything she was
straddling my thighs, struggling to undo my belt and run my zipper
down. I quickly placed my hands on hers, stopping her from undressing
me. "You don't have to do this Kelly my love, I'm not offering you
something you need to pay for this way." Kelly sat back on my thighs,
looked into my eyes and said softly "Daddy Dave, I've wanted to do
this ever since I started to sit on your lap, you remember don't
you?" I smiled and nodded "Yes dear, I remember, I just hoped you
didn't know what the lump was you often sat on." Kelly grinned
wickedly, "Oh, I knew, and I always wished I could put my hand on it
to see what would happen. Jane told me what you looked like after she
caught you coming put of the shower one morning with the bathroom
door left open." I blushed and before I could say anything Kelly
leaned forward, touched her soft warm lips to mine in a tender kiss,
"Please Daddy Dave, I really want to do this. Please don't say I
can't, I don't know what I'd do if you rejected me right now." A
minute later and Kelly was impaled on my hard throbbing penis, her
hips rocking to and fro as her lips were locked tight to mine. Both
of us were so aroused, and had been without for so long that it took
very few minutes before first Kelly then I were screaming in ecstasy
as our climaxes hit us like express trains.
I wanted to go and collect Kelly's son and all her worldly goods
straight away, she having agreed to move in with me so I could look
after her properly. Kelly was more practical, and insisted she went
home that night and packed up in the morning when I could collect her
with the minimum amount of fuss. Whatever, by Sunday evening we were
sitting down to a meal Kelly had cooked and afterwards I sat on my
sofa with Jack in my arms as he slept comfortably while his mother
did the dishes. From then on all our lives changed. No longer did
Kelly look sad. I was so happy even my staff realised something had
happened and were soon finding they had to handle more and more of
the running of the company as I spent more time with Kelly and Jack.
I suppose it was inevitable that my puritan streak surfaced after a
few weeks of pushing Jack in his buggy while Kelly hung on my arm as
we walked round the Mall, and the town. That's why my daughter
received the shock of her life in the form of a wedding invitation
with her best friends name engraved in gold. They never came, but I
didn't expect it as they were so far away, but I also suspect Jane
didn't approve of what I was doing. It didn't matter to Kelly and I,
we spent every day of our lives loving each other, and she and Jack
never wanted for anything ever again thanks to her Sugar Daddy.
THE END.
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