Danni’s Disappointed Daddy Ch. 01

Copyright 2021 by Limnophile

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I only offer this to entertain. If at least a few people get their feelings tugged around, I consider my mission accomplished. If I can give somebody a few laughs, or inspire an orgasm, that's even better.

Thanks to the editors and authors who have helped me improve my writing from 'Painfully Godawful' to 'Below Average'. I hope at least one of them will look at this and not hate it.

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She wasn't biologically mine. Her mother had been three months pregnant when I met her, but my name "Nicholas" was on Daniella's birth certificate as her father. I'd married her mother before she was born, changed her diapers, taught her to tie her shoes, and bandaged her elbow the first time she fell off her bike. I loved her like she was my own child, but sometimes wished I didn't.

Her mother passed away when she was in middle school, and we'd helped each other through the grief and loss. The memories were still painful, and Daniella only seemed to talk about her mother when she was in trouble or wanted something. I heard great sadness and embarrassment in her voice as she pleaded, "I'm so, so sorry, Daddy. I really am. Since we lost Mom, you're all I have. Can I please come home?"

My daughter was 23, and from the time we lost her mother, she seemed to fail and disappoint me constantly. She had waited until the middle of her fifth year of college to tell me she wasn't going to graduate, and wasn't even close.

She had kept giving me reasons she wanted to change schools to be with a boyfriend, or because a certain professor was great. She never mentioned having any trouble. She'd attended four colleges and been kicked out of three of them. In nine semesters, she had passed only Intro to Watercolors, Intro to Oil Painting, Piano 1 and 2, and Lifeguard Training.

She could swim well, play piano, and paint a little. I'd paid nearly a hundred grand for that! I'd also paid for an abortion when she was 18 and reckless, and another when she was 20 and still reckless. When she was 21, I bailed her out of jail after she was caught holding drugs for a boyfriend. Only a month after that, I bailed her out again and replaced her car, after she collided with a tree one drunken night.

Instead of coming home to visit with happy stories on Thanksgiving weekend, she was retreating in failure. But she was still my daughter and I loved her.

"Of course, sweetie. You're always welcome here. When will you be driving back?"

"Daddy, I... please don't be mad. Can you send me a bus ticket? I lost my car. I had a bunch of parking and speeding tickets and didn't pay them, so it got taken away. They suspended my license too."

"TWO CARS, IN TWO YEARS!" I tried to calm myself. "I... I... I'll book you a flight for tomorrow. I don't want you riding a bus halfway across the country."

"And Daddy, I don't know how to tell you this..."

I grumpily asked, "Just say it. What else? Are you pregnant again?"

"No. I uh... Daddy, please think of Mom? I ah... I kind of got married. My wife Melissa needs a place to stay too, and some money to pay her fines. Daddy, I know it's a big deal, but can she..."

I never had before, but I truly lost my temper with her. "Dammit, Daniella! You got MARRIED and didn't tell me! And to a woman who's in trouble with the law! What the FUCK were you thinking! WERE you even thinking? HOW THE HELL..."

I struggled to be reasonable and shouted less as I finished. "I'll get you both a flight. You come straight here! Don't do anything else! You just get your ASS home! I'm making some BIG changes!" For the first time ever, I angrily hung up on her.

An hour later I emailed her the flight information with a note: "When I meet you at the airport, don't you dare talk to me! I don't want to hear it! You don't say anything to me until we get home! I'll tell you the new rules and they way things are going to be! Tell your WIFE too! If you want to live in MY house and spend MY money, you'll live by MY rules, and be thankful you can!"

She replied, "I love you. Thank you, Daddy." I loved her too, but wondered why caring about her had to be so FUCKING difficult, so DAMN often.

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I tried to control my temper as I waited for them at the airport. I kept trying to figure out how things had gone so wrong. Were her terrible choices my fault somehow?

Because of the chilly weather, they wore heavy winter coats and stocking caps. I saw Daniella had braided her long red hair into pigtails and wore tiny gold star earrings. The stars reminded me of the last time she had done well in school. She was the proudest little girl in the world to get 100% on a 3rd grade math test. Her hair reminded me of the time her mother taught her to braid it when she was 7 or 8.

Her 'wife' Melissa was the same age but half a head taller, with short bleached blonde hair and obvious dark roots. She had six earrings in each ear, and large hearts tattooed on the backs of her hands. In the middle of each heart, two women were kissing. I didn't like them. Tattoos belong on sailors, not young girls.

As they approached me, they put lollipops in their mouths. On the drive home they didn't say anything, and I had a hard time staying angry. I was taking my daughter home again. I nostalgically remembered driving along the same streets when I had picked her up at the hospital the week she was born, along with her dear departed mother.

At home I walked to my usual seat, the recliner. Daniella took off her coat and sat on the couch, still sucking her lollipop. She wore tight jeans and a light green halter top, which revealed yet another big surprise. When I last saw her half a year before, she had the same shape I was used to, with a nearly flat chest. Her new and obviously fake boobs were BIG, I thought at least 'C's!

Her wife Melissa walked toward me and said, "Before you give us the rules, I just want to say, 'Thank you' and give you a hug." I noticed she had a gold stud through her tongue, which I thought was disgusting. She dropped her long coat and was only wearing a thin white bikini underneath! I could see the shape of her nipples, and her breasts were even bigger than my daughter's new ones!

She hugged me lightly and said, "If my wife loves you, I love you too, Daddy." Tattoos covered most of her legs and back too, but I could see most of her sexy ass. She kissed me on the cheek and I realized she was trying hard to seduce me. I knew, but it was starting to work anyway. As she turned and sat on the sofa, I could see some bleached pubic hairs sticking out the side of her bikini bottoms!

My daughter took the lollipop out of her mouth and asked, "So, what are the new rules, Daddy? We want to be good." She started twirling one of her pigtails with a finger.

"I uh... the uh... the new rules." I mentally forced my growing penis to behave and picked up my notepad.

"One -- If you live here, you follow ALL the rules, with no arguments. If you break any rules, or try to argue about them with me, you can leave.

Two -- No boyfriends in your bedroom... or girlfriends, except the one you're married to.

Three -- Next week I'll help you look for jobs. You'll have a job and pay rent when you can afford it, or do volunteer work at least 3 days a week.

Four -- Unless you're at work, I want you home by 8pm every night, no exceptions.

Five -- No booze or drugs, period! You're going to take a drug test at least once a month, until I'm sure I can trust you again.

Six -- No loud noise if somebody is trying to sleep, and I don't want people running all over the house late at night. I want you in your room by midnight.

Seven -- Keep the place clean. You'll wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen and bathrooms every day. Wash your laundry, and don't leave dirty clothes all over.

Do you have any questions about the rules? Do you need anything?"

Danni made a popping sound as she took out her lollipop and said, "We're out of cigarettes, and can we smoke in the house?"

I reluctantly handed her some cash. "I don't like it, but you're over 21. You know where the gas station is, two blocks down. You can smoke in the back yard, but not in the house."

She picked up her jacket. "Thanks Daddy. I'll be back soon. Please show Melly around."

As she walked out, I decided to rip the rest of the bandage off quickly, and find out the rest of the bad news I was expecting. I'd been down the same road several times before.

"So, Melly, she said you need to pay some fines?"

She nervously chewed the edge of a fingernail. "Um... yeah. Each of us need to pay $700 for the time we got busted for prostitution."

"PROSTITUTION!"

"It's not as bad as it sounds. A guy in a suit offered us money to be birthday presents for some football player. How was she supposed to know he was an undercover cop?"

"So, MY DAUGHTER wanted to HAVE SEX for money!"

"The law is stupid. It's okay if you get paid to make porn, but if you do it without a camera, you get arrested? It's not like thousands of people would have seen us."

I pushed down my shame and anger enough to ask the dreaded question, "Are either of you pregnant?"

"Hahahaha! No way! Neither of us have fucked a guy since we met last year. Other than blowjobs and anal sometimes, we only fist and finger each other now. Her pussy is mine, and mine is hers."

"Would you mind your language? I don't like those kinds of words, please."

She smiled and tickled my arm a little, trying to cheer me up. She said, "Okay. We don't accept penises in our vaginas. We provided oral penile stimulation so we could receive penises rectally to pay for her breast augmentation surgery and... and a few things. Now we just orally and digitally stimulate each other's genitals. And nipples. I can't forget the nipples, or the nice big pink areolas on her massive mammary glands." She licked her lips.

She noticed my smile of amusement and added, "Methinks I tooketh ye olde English once upon a time, therefore I art smart." She held two empty drinking glasses to her eyes like ridiculous goggles. The absurdity of it was enough to break my depression. I giggled a moment, then chuckled, then burst into a full guffaw. I laughed so hard that I couldn't breathe.

When Danni walked in, she heard me gasping for breath. She worriedly ran over to me. "Daddy! Are you okay? What happened?"

Melly smiled. "I told him a joke."

Between gasps, I said, "I'm okay. It's fine."

Danni said, "They didn't have the 120's you usually smoke. I hope the menthol 150's are okay?"

"Oooh! You found 150's! Great! I like those best, and not many places have them!"

"I had enough money left to get sodas too. Do you still like root beer, Daddy?"

"It's nice you remembered."

"Of course, I remembered! You're the reason I like root beer too. Mom didn't want me to have sugar, but you gave me sips when she wasn't looking. You've always been good to me, Daddy. Thank you."

"Because I've always loved you, even when things went wrong. I was upset before, but I still love you."

"I love you too, Daddy." She hugged me and kissed my cheek. "Let's go watch Melly smoke."

"I thought both of you smoked?"

"Kind of. Come out to the back yard with us."

Melly lit a very long white cigarette and sucked in a big puff. The motion of her lips and cheeks reminded me of 'oral penile stimulation'. I chuckled a bit to cover for my aroused smile.

Danni kissed her and sucked the smoke from her mouth, then exhaled plumes of white through her nostrils.

They repeated the seductive scene several times, then Danni explained, "When I tried smoking with the neighbor kids when I was 14, I burned my finger and it scared me a lot. I like how smoking makes me feel, but I'm afraid to hold a cigarette."

I reminded her, "You didn't just burn your finger, you burned down the neighbor's shed, and almost their house."

She blushed. "I keep trying to forget that part."

I continued to watch Danni and her sexy wife share more smoke. I didn't like her tattoos and felt guilty about it, but Melly's face as she smoked was exciting, with her cheeks hollowing each time she took a drag. I wasn't going to do anything with her and hurt my daughter, but I'd save up some sexy memories. I could fantasize and masturbate in the shower without hurting anybody. Or so I thought.

The first night, I jerked off in the shower and had my strongest orgasm in a long time, imagining Melly's lips on my dick, smoking my cock like she had smoked the cigarette earlier.

After lunch the second day, I saw Melly and Danni sitting on towels on the couch, wearing skirts and blouses. A porno movie was playing on the tv, and the girls had their hands under each other's skirts!

I shouted, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Melly chuckled. "If you don't know that, you have a MAJOR problem!" I laughed involuntarily.

Danni joined in, "You didn't say there were any rules about porn, Daddy. We're married, so it's not like we're doing something wrong."

"I... um..."

"Seriously, Daddy, when's the last time you had sex with somebody?"

"That's private."

She chuckled, "So, more than a month ago?"

"Since your mother."

"Twelve years, Daddy? You haven't been with anybody in TWELVE YEARS!"

I sadly nodded.

"You can watch with us. Just put a blanket over you if you're shy. It's okay. Really."

Melly added, "Or if you can't find a blanket, I don't mind watching." She licked her lips.

I shrugged, "Why not?" I covered up with a spare sheet and did what I needed to do into a sock. I watched the movie with them, but glanced at Melly often. It felt sexy and naughty to watch as my daughter and her wife rubbed and fingered each other under their skirts.

The next night, the girls were on their way upstairs with my daughter in the lead. Melly tugged her hand to slow her a little and poked her nose between Danni's butt cheeks. She sniffed loudly and said, "Oooh! That aroma! Now I remember why I love you!" They giggled and went to their room.

A moment later, Melly opened the door and poked her head out. She asked, "Do me a favor? Toss these in the washer for me?" She aimed her throw perfectly, and her panties snagged on my ear. I noticed they were still a little damp. The door opened again and another pair hit me in the chest. "And Danni's too."

When she closed the door again, I wasted no time. I sniffed them all the way down to the laundry room. By the time I got there, I was nearly waddling due to the pole in my pants. The clothes dryer was still running, and I humped the corner of it to feel the vibrations as I smelled the wonderful scent of their panties. I tossed them in the washer with my own underwear, once I dirtied them.

The fourth night, I got in the shower and jerked myself to climax thinking of Melly's sexy ass and big tits, under the spray of warm water. I lost my balance, slipped, and started to fall backwards.

"EEEEEH!" I screamed and instinctively threw my arms above my head and backwards, to avoid cracking my skull. By some bizarre stroke of luck, I mostly caught myself with my thumbs, until both of them snapped. I bumped my head less severely than I would have, but was nearly knocked out.

I had left the door unlocked, since I was used to living alone. Danni and Melly ran in to see me laying on my back with my full boner sticking up.

My foggy mind started to clear as Danni said something... interesting. "Are you okay, Daddy? Did you hurt your dick? Is it usually that huge, or is it swollen?"

"Huh? No. Not my dick. My hands! My thumbs! I think I broke my thumbs!"

Melly had a devilish look in her eyes. "We'll be nice and help you, but you know we're going to joke about this later!"

They got me into slippers and a bath robe and drove me to the emergency room. The x-rays confirmed it, both thumbs were fractured. The doctor told me, "The casts need to stay on at least six weeks. The good news is, your head is fine, only a mild concussion."

I asked, "But without my hands, how do I..."

The nurse told the girls and I, "A family member or friend will need to help you with eating, dressing, and... bathroom necessities. Or you can get a visiting nurse, if..."

Melly put a hand over my mouth and said, "I'll be happy to take care of him."

Danni added her hand. "WE'LL be happy to."

I was flabbergasted. When they let me speak again, I objected, "But! But!"

Melly smiled. "We'll wash that for you too, BIG Daddy." They laughed uproariously.

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