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Rick blinked. He rubbed his face and looked around. The TV was the only light source in the living room. Netflix was asking him if he was still watching. He’d fallen asleep on the couch again. Sitting up, he scratched the graying hair on his bare chest.

Outside, it was raining, pouring even. The only noise in his house was the patter against the screen door to the backyard.

Rick-

The doorbell rang.

The noise startled him, sending him through confusion which immediately rolled into surprise and anger. Who in their right mind would be ringing his doorbell at…he realized he had no idea what time it was.

Grunting, he pushed the blanket off him, exposing his boxers as the only thing covering him, besides his socks. The air was cold in his home and he winced at it. He-

The doorbell rang again.

He grimaced and grunted as he hoisted himself up, clenched his fists, and marched to his front door. Whoever it was, was gonna get-

He unlocked and threw open the door.

…It was Holly, though that wasn’t immediately apparent. Rick hadn’t seen her in…a year? Two? She’d gone off to school just like his daughter, but in the meantime she- well, she-

Her white tanktop was soaked through, showing a black bra underneath. The bra cupped generous breasts which Rick certainly would have remembered. She-

“Mr. Karnett!” she cried and threw herself around his waist.

Rick winced against the sudden, wet chill of her body, and then he felt the press of her breasts against his chest as she held him tightly. “…Holly!” he finally managed to say. Down the street, Rick saw a taxi rounding the corner out of view. On the stoop were a few pieces of luggage, overflowing and soaking in the rain. Carefully, Rick peeled her off of him. “Holly, wait, your stuff.”

She let go and stepped inside.

Rick clenched his jaw as she stepped into the cold, November rain, grabbed all four pieces of luggage and made it back inside in one trip. He closed the door with his foot, then carefully lowered them onto the floor before turning on the light.

Holly was a pitiable thing, shivering wet with lines, heavy lines of mascara running down her cheeks. Her blonde hair lay in sad, wet lines down across her, some strands tangled and sticking to her face.

Rick was a girl dad and knew the expression of someone who wasn’t quite finished crying yet. “Wait here, he managed,” before shuffling off down the hall. He returned a few moments later with a set of clean towels which he wrapped around her shoulders before handing her the rest. He rubbed her arms over the towels to try and add a little warmth. He wondered carefully about what he was gonna say, or not say to her. Finally, he simply asked, “Does Kelly know you’re here?”

Holly shook her head.

“…Do I want to know?”

Holly said nothing, but he saw an urgent hurt welling up within her.

Rick nodded. “Um, okay. Okay, well, you remember where the guest room is, down the hall? It’s right next to the master bedroom?”

Holly nodded, then awkwardly stooped to try and pick up her luggage.

“Just- just go. I’ll carry them.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, nearly whimpering.

“Of course. Yes, of course.”

She waddled down the hall, swathed in his towels as Rick followed bearing her dripping luggage. In the guest room, he dropped her things carefully.

Holly lay on the bed.

For a moment, he saw her just staring at him. Afraid he’d said or done something wrong, he quickly said, “Sleep tight,” and closed the door. He stood there a moment outside her door and realized that while she had been staring at him, she hadn’t been looking him in the eye. Rick realized, to his embarrassment that he was still in his underwear…and socks. He grimaced, and walked down the hall.

…

It was two weeks later.

Rick was gritting his teeth as he sat on a zoom call in his home office. He was on mute because the…’music’ from…’Holly’s room’ as he’d started to think of it, was loud enough to be heard by everyone on call. He sighed. He considered himself a patient man. He hadn’t all the time been, but raising a girl like Kelly had required him to change his methods.

He was patient, but…

Rick reviewed in his mind all of the daily offenses she committed: she played her music too loudly, she ate all his food from the fridge and then complained about it, she demanded to use the shower in the master bath and then used up all the hot water, she smoked weed in the backyard when she wondered he was asleep or wasn’t paying attention, she left her dirty clothes, including her panties in the washroom for him to deal with. He rubbed his face and-

“Rick!”

He looked up, someone had called his name. His boss had called his name. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Rick, you’re muted.”

He unmuted himself. “Yes, ma’am. Sorry about that.”

“Glad to have you here, Rick,” she said with a laugh.

The others laughed.

Rick grimaced.

“What’s that sound?”

“I-I have a house guest. It’s…well, they seem to think it’s music.”

…

Eventually, the call ended. Rick decided to take his break. He decided also, that enough was enough. He got up from his desk, stormed down the hall, and threw open Holly’s door- and then he immediately closed it. “Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t. I didn’t mean to.”

Holly had been naked on the bed.

“I’m so sorry! I just- Look, you embarrassed me on a call a couple minutes ago. You need to turn down the music. Okay?”

“Okay, daddyy,” she replied through the door.

Rick’s brow furrowed. He opened his mouth to say something, to question her, but no question came. Only confusion. His face was red and his blood was hot. He decided he needed to relieve his tension. He decided to masturbate.

Returning to his office he took out his personal laptop and called up one of his favorites. He’d recently gotten into camgirls. There was something about being in the moment, feeling present with them that got him off. A few minutes of browsing for a good one led him to one that caught his eye.

…

Rick stared in disbelief.

It was Holly filming from his guest bedroom, rubbing her pussy as she smiled at the camera.

Rick had been a patient man.

He stormed down the hallway and slammed through the guest room door. He found the laptop at the foot of the bed she’d been using and threw it against the wall, then wheeled on her. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU’RE A GUEST IN MY HOME AND-”

She was naked and a rosy flush glowed from her cheeks to her chest. She had this big, bratty smirk on her face and a false innocence in her eyes.

Rick threw himself on top of her and put his hand on her throat. “YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!”

She was trying to say something.

Rick grimaced, but relaxed his grip on her neck.

She heaved air into her lungs and laughed in his face. “What the fuck took you so long?” she said, smiling so brightly.

Rick was beside himself, unsure of what to do. He had never been one for physical discipline, but she demanded it. He rolled off her, grabbed her arm roughly and rolled her onto her belly. He straddled her thighs and used his leg to hold both of her legs in place. Propping himself up with a hand on the small of her back, he wound back his arm and slapped her hard across the ass.

The sound she made was a short burst, not of pain, but of pleasure.

He smacked her ass again, harder, then harder again.

Her skin was already red with the force of his blows. “Yes!” she cried out.

Rick released his self-control and bored down her, spanking her with full force, full wind up. Parts of her skin were beginning to bruise.

She was still laughing. She was loving it.

He wouldn’t take it any longer. He threw himself forward and grabbed the back of her neck, shoving her face into the mattress. “You- How dare you?! Pack your bags. I want you out of my goddamn house. I don’t care if-”

Her hand was groping him. Her fingers found his side, his stomach, his belt. She began to try and fit her fingers down the front of his pants.

Rick released her immediately and threw himself off the bed. Startled, confused, he backed up against the wall.

Holly breathed deeply as he released her from the mattress. She swooned with that same smile and batted her eyes at him. “Oh, daddy, have I been a bad girl?”

Rick stared at her in disbelief, shock. His mouth was agape.

Holly arched her back, and pushed herself up from the bed, baring her chest, her heavy, youthful tits, and threw her hair back over her shoulder. She was a thing of beauty, pride, and confidence. “I want to be a good girl, daddy.” Her voice was pure sex, deep and toying with him, poking and massaging some part of him that he didn’t know was there. Arching her back again, she lowered herself to the floor and crawled to him, to his feet. She wrapped her hands around his ankles and kissed his ankles through his slacks. Her hands climbed to the back of his calves. “I can be a good girl, daddy,” she said, running her tongue along his pants at the knee. Her hands moved to his inner thigh-

Rick was paralyzed as his back pressed against the wall behind him.

She smiled up at him, eyes drinking him in from beneath his crotch. Her hands massaged their way up his thighs, slowly, before reaching up to his belt. She undid it, drew it out, and tossed it behind her. She unbuttoned him, unzipped him, and pulled his pants, and his boxers down slowly.

Rick’s erection jumped out of his waistband and bobbed there.

Holly stared at his hefty cock hungrily. “Let me be your good girl, daddy. Please?” She parted her mouth and laid her soft tongue on her lips, inches from his sex. “Won’t you please say ‘yes,’ daddy? Tell me you need your good girl.”

Rick could feel her hot breath tickling his cock, his balls. He was in agony.

“Say it, daddy. Please?” she whispered. “Say it for me?”

“I ne-” was all he managed.

Holly lunged at his heat. One arm wrapped around his leg, holding him in place. Her other hand found the tip of his cock and began to massage him gently between her fingertips, teasing and rubbing him. Her lips found his balls. She took one into her mouth and ran her tongue back and forth across it. She moaned in pleasure as she began to love him.

Rick gasped for air. No words came to him as she began to take him aside, pleasure by pleasure.

She massaged his inner thigh with her hand wrapped around his leg. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and began to pump him, her silken skin working up and down his shaft. She switched to the other ball and sucked on it as she tortured him with her tongue.

Rick was panting, his breath coming in short, steady bursts.

Holly pulled back, releasing him. She stood to meet him and looked into his eyes, one hand wrapped around his cock, still pumping him slowly. “Am I a good girl, daddy?” Her eyes were big and soft and so sweet, so gentle.

Rick, still panting, nodded.

She moved forward and kissed him, pressing herself, her tits against his chest.

Rick-

The animal that was Rick wrapped his arms around her and drove his tongue into her mouth. His hips began to thrust his cock into her hand as he squeezed her against him as tightly as he could.

She squealed in pleasure.

He walked her backwards, towards the bed, then shoved her down onto it, onto her back, her tits bounced and cascaded as she landed. He tore his shirt off and climbed onto her, spreading her legs, rolling her hips back into a mating press. His cock found her sweetness and he grunted as he drove himself, his length, inch by inch deep into her tight flesh.

She sang, “YES, DADDY!”

He grabbed hold of her, pressing his chest to her tits, setting his face into the nape of her neck where he bit down, and then fucked her as hard as he could. Bucking and rolling his hips, he carved into her, her pussy knotting around him.

She was screaming wordlessly as she took him, took the full force of him into herself.

The thing that had been caged, released. His conquest of her body was coming, quickly, rising within his balls, pressure building there. His breathing shifted. His rhythm shifted. He wanted her deep. He was gonna bury his lust within her.

She giggled and nibbled on his ear as she whispered. “That’s it, daddy. Cum inside me. Cum inside my p-”

He came. Grunting and locking his hips as his thick cum poured into her, he came. He pressed her against himself with all his might and held her there, loved her there.

She took everything he had. She was smiling. She was reeling from the warmth spreading through her sex and out across her whole body. Her leg was shaking and she laughed, kissing him on the cheek as he heaved breath into her shoulder. “Thank you, daddy,” she whispered, kissing him again.

The two spent a time like that, wrapped into each other, warmth and sweat and cum intertwining. Then, he spooned her as she caressed him.

He was not yet verbal, not yet returned from deep within that long neglected part of him.

Eventually, Rick returned. He said nothing, but Holly smiled at him.

“So, do I still need to leave?”

…Rick smiled, weakly, and said only, “No.”

Eventually, he wandered out to shower.

Still floating on the ceiling, cum drying on her thigh, Holly rolled herself out of bed and padded across the room to her laptop.

The screen was cracked, but-

She stared at it, not the cracks in the screen, but-

…She quickly shut the lid and stood there, wordlessly processing. She sighed and chewed on her thumbnail, unsure how to tell her new lover about their 60,000 viewers…

NSFW: yes

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