Sara Part II - Sex Stories

Sara Part II

... promise of returning next week. After a couple of days my cynical side returned and I didn’t expect Daddy to come back (he had told me his real name but we both agreed that we liked me calling him Daddy). Friday morning the phone in my room rang for the first time in a week and when I heard his voice on the other end my heart soared….and my pussy moistened. This time he picked me up and took me to his hotel, a much nicer place then my room at Piedmont’s Motor Inn. He took me to the construction site where his company was building the new shopping center and even introduced me as his daughter. In fact he treated me like a real daughter when were in public and I loved it. I would be his sweet, innocent little girl when out in public and his naughty, slutty little girl when we were alone and I loved that as well. This would continue on for the next year. Daddy would stay for a week then go back home for a week. Eventually though construction on the shopping center was completed and I knew that he would no longer have a reason to return. We didn’t talk much about it and I tried not to ...

... think about it. I wasn’t ready to go back to that unwanted little girl I was and I didn’t want that to affect my time with Daddy. Even when our last weekend together came around I was the same happy, horny little teenager I had always been around him. “I been thinking.” he said as he laid next to me, his fresh cum firmly deposited inside my cunt. “There really is no reason for you to stay here is there?” “You mean here in your hotel? You….you want me to leave?” “What? No. I meant here in this town. I been thinking you should come back to California with me.” “Really?!?! Like for real?” I could feel myself smiling so big my cheeks hurt. “Where would I stay?” I slid onto him, straddling him. “I own a couple apartment buildings. I could put you up in one, I have a real nice one in mind. Right on the beach.” “Yes! Yes! Daddy!” he smiled and hugged me tight….then fucked my brains out. Two weeks later I was moved into my new apartment. It was just down the road from Daddy’s office and he would come by daily. We fucked a lot, and I do mean a lot. We also spent quality time doing other things.