Daddy Issues – Part 2 (Issues Addressed)

As I walked out of the bathroom, I knew what I wanted. I entered the hall found her checking notes on her calendar. She looked at me and smiled. I walked beside the couch and looked at the photographs of her family on the wall, old, new, many. They looked weirdly bright in the dim light of the chandelier coloring the room with a shade of yellow.

I pointed at a picture on the wall, “Your dad is an exceptionally handsome man.” She stepped beside me and nodded, looking at the photograph tenderly, putting her left hand on the wall for the support. I longed for this moment.

“Close your eyes,” I told her. She was a little confused, “What?” I said authoritatively, “Stand as it is, facing the wall, and don’t open your eyes till I ask you to.” She closed her eyes with a careless shrug. I walked behind her, just a few inches away, took my lips near her right ear and said slowly, “Ragi…”

She replied, “My Dad calls me Ragi.” “I know. Now reply with just hmm or Nah. Understood, Ragi?” She hummed. “You know, all those times Daddy scolded you for no reasons, even when you were a good daughter?” I waited till she hummed, “Daddy didn’t want to. It’s just that your face reminds him of your mother so much, and he hates that he loved her, and he hates that he loves you.”

She hummed. “You chose Daddy when you could go with her, and Daddy loves you for that, but hates seeing her eyes in your eyes, her smile in yours.” She put more of her weight on the wall due to the emotions she had never been exposed to and hummed.

“I’m proud of you, for everything you are, for keeping up with me.” She asked back, “Are you…” And stopped right there. I took my lips very close to her right ear and whispered brushing her earlobes, “Call me Daddy?” She took a trembling breath. I was worried about this crucial moment that could make or break what I built.

“Are you proud of me, Daddy?” She said slowly. I hummed in her ear. “I have always been. But…” I deliberately paused. She asked, “But…?” I built on old information, “have you noticed that look in my eyes Ragi, when you can’t decide if it is for my daughter or the lover who left me?”

She hummed after a long moment. I added, “That’s me trying to find my lost lover in you but I get scared that I will hurt my daughter.” I brushed her earlobes again with my lips, “But Ragi, sometimes I wonder…” I paused strategically. She hummed.

“I wonder if your hair has the same fragrance as hers Ragi,” I pleaded, “Will I ever find?” I took my face back and saw her expressions from the side. There was little sweat on her forehead as she breathed quicker. It was a long moment for both of us. I helped her decide, “Daddy will be happy Ragi if…”

I hadn’t even finished the sentence when she moved her left hand, opened her bun and let her long black hair fall on her back. I stepped behind her, and stroked her silky hair with affection, then rubbed my nose delicately moving them aside to progress towards her back of the neck.

The moment the tip of my nose met her neck and I held her waist from both sides, she shivered with excitement and put both her hands on the wall shifting all the weight. I inhaled the fragrance of her neck, it was like someone hit me with millions of crushed flowers. I took my lips to her right ear and bit her earlobe a little. She whispered in reflex, “Daddy!”

“Ragi,” I whispered back, “I wonder will you moan, or hiss if I kiss your neck.” Her breath noised the way dry leaves make a sound in the summer wind. She hummed. I took my lips little below and first kissed her neck deeply, gave slight tongue, and as she voiced, “Uh,” I bit her slowly and then sucked her neck as she moaned, “Aaah!”

She ran out of breaths as I reddened her neck. I brought my lips back to her ear but didn’t speak. The tick of wall-clock was audible. I noticed the pointy bulge in her bosom, the long peanuts had risen. She hummed breaking the silence and gulped. I worded my ultimate desire, “Ragi, I wonder if your nipples are like hers, long and firm, in the peak of those soft hills which don’t fit my big rough palms.”

She took a long moment, then stood straight leaving the wall, and took both the straps off and slid her midi till her stomach, leaving the strapless black bra exposed to the speechless me. I stood dumbfounded in the anticipation of the next moment, so immersed that she had to say, “Daddy!” A finger pointed on the hooks from above her neck.

I carefully unhooked her bra, and she held it from falling putting her hands on breasts. I could see her magnificent cleavage as I stood tall behind her. I whispered, “I saw them grow in front of me all these years, Ragi. And yet I haven’t seen them in their absoluteness.”

She took her hands off the bra, but it didn’t fall, it rested there. I slowly took my hands around her arms from both sides, and she entered my embrace, eyes still closed. I kept my palms on the bra on her boobs, gave a peck on her shoulder and whispered, “Don’t you want to see my hands on your breasts, Ragi?”

She rested her head on my chest and submitted herself completely putting all her weight on my body. Her face looked at peace as if she is home after wandering for ages. She sighed deeply and said with closed eyes, “Oh! I can see them, Daddy.” I kissed her forehead lightly and let the bra fall on the floor.

A noise came out of the depth of her neck, like a hitch as she shut her eyes as tight as she could. There they were – protruding with the arrogance of their pink youth, at the heart of those glorious boobs that didn’t need any support to stand erect. No words can justify the feeling I had for the sight in front of me.

I grabbed her boobs from corner to corner like the back of my palms rubbed against each other in the deep valley, then slowly moved both palms’ thumbs and index fingers up to her areolas. I paused for a few seconds as she trembled with excitement, and rubbed her nipples from its depth to length slowly between my thumb and index finger.

She made noises as if thousands of screams were killed in her throat, her body moved up and down on my weight. I let her nipples out of my fingers and took a few moments to appreciate their beauty as she breathed deep, then flicked them, one after another, both nipples at the same time as she moaned, “Uh,” each time, but loud and louder.

With the last flick I kept my fingers on the tip of her nipples, and waited till she hummed, I gripped them and shook her breasts holding her nipples. She couldn’t control her screams this time, and went on like a ghost came out of her, “Aa, aah, aaah…” and moaned with each shake moving her head side to side on my chest in the sweet pain.

I stopped shaking her boobs when she was at a peak, and groped them with full vigor, massaging them. She hissed and bent ahead keeping both her palms on the wall for the support and took me ahead with her as I still held her boobs. I smelt her neck as she panted; half her hair was on her back and rest at side and front.

As I kissed her neck and shoulders, I felt her buttocks trying to reach the bulge in my pants, maybe in reflex. I realized that just because I had achieved what I wanted didn’t mean I should not give her what she deserved, especially when I was the only one capable of understanding it without judging her.

I dropped my hands off her boobs and let her stand with the support of the wall, as she recollected self, I said with a firm voice, “Ragi, now I am going to bite your ass till its red like your breasts.” She stood a little square as I walked near her holding her from her waist.

I pulled her ass on my crotch to give her a feel of the bulge. She left a long lazy moan. I whispered biting her ear, “I wonder you will remember God or me when my tongue rams your pussy to your first orgasm.” There was a silence, and then she hummed.

I lifted her dress from the bottom and inserted it in her midi on her waist, making her almost naked except for the skimpy white panty and shrunk midi. I went on my knees and pulled her from her thighs. She bent a little on the wall, imposing her heart shaped ass right at my face, keeping both ankles touching, giving just a slight peek of her skimpy white panty.

I took my tongue out and licked her ass from below to center and bit her a little. She let out a moan, “Aah!” I bit again an inch away, and then again, and she kept moaning. It was when I reached around her pussy. She opened her legs little wider and gave me the view of her eager pussy peeking from a side of the immensely wet panty failing to cover it.

Just like her clothes when I saw her for the first time in Mumbai, drenched and incapable of holding the beauty inside. I took a finger and moved it on panty above her pussy. she swiftly opened her legs wider with a hissing sound. I slid the panty from the right end and settled it tight on the left corner, keeping it tight in my left palm’s fingers.

Her clean shaven slightly pinkish dripping pussy looked like a flower just before full bloom. I took a finger and rubbed it on her pussy lips, and as she filled the air in her lungs with anticipation. I rubbed her clitoris. Her body shook like a fish out of water.

“Ragi,” I said rubbing her clitoris, and added after her faint hum, “Daddy loves you.” I entered my middle finger inside her vagina with the last word, keeping my thumb positioned to her clitoris, and with each insertion dug deeper. She shook with jerks. She was going to cum soon.

I removed my fingers after a minute as I wanted her to have the best. As her legs relaxed a little, I made a noise from my tongue for her to expect what was on way. She bent little further opening her ass wide. I said, “Let’s see if my daughter knows how to spell.”

She didn’t hum, probably didn’t understand what I had in mind. I took my posture, spreading her ass along with her panty to let my tongue access her well, and said the last words of the night, “The first letter.” I moved my tongue making D on her pussy, a line from lips to clitoris, and a curve.

She moaned, “Nah.” I repeated slowly. She said letting a scream out, “D.” I carved A. She moaned louder as my tongue almost entered her vagina for the connecting line of A. The next time I let my tongue be more forceful and got her louder, “D.” And louder, “D!”

Finally, as I drew the last letter, on both ends of her pussy lips, right before I would draw the line to connect the upper part of Y, she screamed, “Y.” I pushed my tongue deep inside her vagina as she broke into tears of joy. She cried shaking, “Fuck me, Daddy.”

She kept repeating at the peak of her passion as I kept digging with all my heart, and in just over a minute later, her body started to shudder. To let her erupt more vigorously, I added a finger along with my tongue. In a few seconds, her body shook as if she is possessed.

To let her live the moment well I pushed her on the couch beside us. I took a few steps back and looked at her naked back as she lied there trembling, on her knees with an arched back and her face buried on the cushion, repeating the word she loved most, eyes still closed, breasts hanging down, still red.

I took my handkerchief out from my pants’ pocket and wiped her juices off my lips as she stayed immersed in her world. At that moment, I realized that I didn’t do it to her. The person, who gave her those pleasures, was still there with her, in those closed eyes.

I left her apartment without making a sound, leaving her happy with her Daddy.

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