I thought I would never be like most dirty men, but I am. This is my story.
I came home, it was bad dealing with issues at work and my ex-wife calling me crying and worrying about our daughter. Ami had just turn eighteen and once again having issue at school, so I was going to go get her and bring her home with me. I now how to take her with me, where Ami could at least finish high school, at this moment I no longer give a hoot if she went to college. It was no big deal to me anymore. I just wanted peace with my ex-wife. So I came home to shower and change clothing to go fetch my step-daughter, who didn’t know I wasn’t her biological father. I could never bring into my reality or her the hidden lies about her mother that destroyed our marriage. I hated the fact, I had to drive six hours to my ex-wife house, but I was going to do what was best for my Ami. She was everything to me that her mother wasn’t. I have loved her like she was my own child, so I gather my keys and wallet. I walk out to the car,
I take a deep breath. I get into my car and start my six hour drive.
I got there, when I open my car door. I could hear hell going on inside my ex-wife’s house. I shook my head. I walked towards the front door. I could Ami screaming at her mother, it was clear this was all over the new man in her mother life. I hated to enter the war zone, but I had no choice. I knock on the front door.
He answered the front door, not my ex-wife, he said, “Take the little raging bitch with you!!”
Boy, did I hit the roof when he said it to me. I don’t know why, but I hit him so hard his body hit the wall and his body sled down it.
Ami laughed.
My ex-wife screamed, “Why in the hell did you hit him for, Scotty !!”
“That piece of scum has no right to speak about Ami like she is trash!” I said, then added, “Ami get your damn bags and get in my car now!” I wasn’t going to deal with this. Nor was I going to let some douse bag speak to Ami like that, I have no say nor did I care what the douse bag to my ex-wife. I felt she deserve this man wrath after I left. Without any more words or care, I turn to leave.
My ex-wife yells out! “Keep that bitch with you forever Scotty , I will no longer put with her lies or trouble here in my house!!”
I balled up my fist, but I just walked back to my car knowing it was best not to turn and around react to my ex-wife raging stupidity. Oh god help I was heading down a road of sin and wasn’t even looking or caring. I was just trying to make sure Ami would have the perfect life and free from the drama of her mother’s many lovers coming and going in her life like she changed shoes upon each day. I felt Ami was lost and struggling in life as I sit down in the car seat. I looked over at her, she was lost in her IPod music, so I just started the car and drove away from her mother’s drama. It started to rain bad about two hours into the drive, so I pulled into a motel. I got a room. My luck…
Motel only had one room and one bed, so I took it. Not fearing I would have to share a bedroom and bed with Ami.
Ami didn’t say a single word to me, as she carried her bag into the motel room. I like puppet on the string walked behind her, I was watching her butt sway side to side, than I paused in shock. Ami was wearing something she should not be wearing….
A very short short skirt and a very tight blouse that made her breasts seem they were about to explode out of her shirt.
I was lost in hell to her movement, her long hair moving about her firm and round butt like whips teasing her butt. God my cock got so damn hard. I gasp. I stood there trying to shake it off, I knew it was wrong. I had raised this child from birth up to her tenth birthday, now I wasn’t see her as my daughter. I was seeing her as hot piece of ass to fuck. I need to focus and remember….she is my daughter, but my heart and soul keep saying, “Fuck that lie man, she just a fucking kid your wife had with another man, while she was married to you. There is no reason or law saying, your can’t fuck her.” I tremble as the wicked thoughts flow within my mind, but it was my heart and soul was ignited with such desire and passion for her, then….
Oh damn me to hell! I was wondering if she was still a virgin. God help my wicked heart and soul, I was now wondering, if she was tight and sweet. I was hoping and praying she was not sloppy leftovers like her mother was, since I have never been with something young and pure as the day she was born.
Ami stopped, she turn around, she smiled at me, then she said, “Come in, daddy, you are getting wet standing out in the rain.”
I was getting wet, but I was horny and hard as rock. I was not sure she or I would live through this long and wicked night, if I enter that motel room with her, but I did enter. I closed the doors.
My first mistake…..
Walking in the damn motel room alone with her thinking these sexual thoughts.
Her scent and her movement were driving me crazy.
I stood there as she tossed her bag on the floor. I stood there watching her slip off her shoes and clothing. Ami had no fear of me seeing her naked, she turns to look at me, god help me. I was wanted to fuck her right here and now all damn night. She smiled at me, she said, “Daddy, I am going to take a shower now, if that is okay with you.”
I said nothing as her haunting and sinful body walks away towards the bathroom. She was everything a man could dream into his reality. Her young and bouncing breast were not to small or too large, they were…god help me…perfect fit in my hands or mouth. God I stood there dripping wet think how my cock could slide in and out of her breasts, as I stare down into her bedroom eye. I always loved women with green eyes, not sure why I married her mother, because her mother has hazel eyes. I drop my keys onto the table. I walked over to the phone, and I order food. I order booze too, lots of it for me.
The woman said, “Room service.”
I said, “I need to steak dinners with the works for room 201. I will need six bottles of Jack Daniels . A size cocks please.”
The woman said, “I will send that up in half hour sir to room 201.”
“Thanks.” It was all I said to the woman as I hung the phone. I knew I should not be in this room, but it was the last room. Nor could we drive any farther. I turn on the television. The weather report said we were in the middle of Hurricane. It was on a path of hitting us. if we could find a safe shelter, we were to stay upon until the warning was lifted….
God help me…..
My world was spinning out of control. I rose from the bed. I slip off my jacket and shirt. I slip my trembling hands down my pant. I fumble with the belt and zipper. My pants fell around me ankles. I step out of my clothing. I laid them over the heater to dry. I had not brought myself any more clothing, so I was naked as the day I was born. I slip under the covers fast.
Ami enters with a towel wrap around her, she flop upon the bed. She took another towel to dry her long butt length hair that was flaming red like the sun upon a hot summer day was driving me up the wall with lust.
I was not bad looking man. I use to be something in my younger days. I was now…god…I was getting old. I was now 51 years old. I was old fart with wicked desire for my young eighteen years daughter.
What was wrong with me?
Hell her mother was twenty-one when I meet her and fucked her, but it was a month later when I married her. But our marriage was rough the first year, than my wife gave birth to Ami. Just after her twenty-second birthday. Her mother was forty, but she was still hot and breathtaking, but I found her to be witch of beast sent from hell. It wasn’t until Ami fifth birthday, I found out I wasn’t her biological father. It was when Ami got really sick. I wasn’t a match for her blood or what she need to save her life, but….
Her mother boss was perfect match.
It killed me to learn I wasn’t the father, but I never and ever allowed the truth to be told to Ami. I had lost my wife and dream, but damn it to hell…I wasn’t going to lose the best thing in my life. Ami was all I worked hard for, dare life for, even tried to make my dead marriage worked, but my wife had cheated again, she became pregnant again. She lost it about four months into the pregnancy. I would raised it as my child too.
I prayed this child had been mine and lived, but I knew there was no chance. Since she was making me use condoms each time I made love to her, I knew, no way this child she lost could had been mine. When I did make love to her, she would scream and cry for me to stop and get off her. She never could get use to his size. I was not big or small, I thought I was just average.
My cock was sticking up from under the covers. I pray Ami would not notice. Ami was listening and watching the television. I watched her move about the bed, I watched her brush her long hair with long strokes that made me softly sigh and wished I was making love to her. I watched her rise up and walk over to the television and change the station.
I gasped as her towel falls down to the floor, she bends over, her firm and round naked butt was staring me in the face. I could just walk up and poke her hard and deep in that tight little butt, I trembling as she rose up. I could see her nipples were erect. I wonder, fuck no….I was wanted and desire to touch, lick and suck on them. I even want to fuck her nice set of breasts, so I could cum in her face where I could watch her tongue lick and tease me erect cock. I wanted her mouth to suck my cock head as it slide in and out between those perfect alluring hills of delight.
Fuck….I was pre-cumming under the damn covers. I wanted her and was going to have her now. I went to rise off the bed.
A knock on the door, I quickly got under the cover, I knew it was room service.
