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A Father Must Do His Best

By: scotjock1



(This story is NOT an incest story, and it will not become one - it is about parental love between a father and daughter after she turns 18, and the romantic relationship of the father with another female character to be introduced. I will not turn this into a seedy, vulgar story about the father and daughter. This introduction is to set the situation, and the parental love the pair have for one another, which adds focus for the romantic relationship he later has with a woman. All characters are 18 years old, or older.)




I remember that night, I would remember it for the rest of my life. It was passed midnight, almost 3am in the morning and I was on my way home from my night shift as a Police Officer in London. I was passing the local rail-line that ran through the area, when I heard crying - a baby's cries. It was faint, coming from the tracks. Why the bleeding hell would a baby's cries be coming from the rail tracks!? By the time I contacted my colleagues by phone, the worst could happen. How long would it take them to get to the scene? Plus how long until they got a hold of a local transport worker to open the access gate to the side of the tracks. By that fucking time the kid would be long gone, by the next train passing through.

I threw down my duffel bag I carried my dirty uniform inside, and looked for the nearest access point over the fencing. There wasn't much in terms of access, except one part of the wall that had a car parked alongside it. Fuck the guy's bodywork, I would explain my reasons afterwards. I leaped onto the bonnet of the car, and climbed onto the roof of the blue Volvo estate, and seeing sharp, barbed wire put there to hinder those wishing to cause criminal damage to trains - I could hear a train in the distance. Fuck the cuts and scrapes, they would heal.

I used my jacket, to cover the barbed wire and using my leverage lifted myself up over the fencing beneath my jacket. The material of my jacket was useless, as the fencing bit into my palms. I fell forwards, over the wall and fencing landing on my side below. Jesus the fucking pain shot through my side and ribs, as I landed on hard concrete slabs.

"Bastard!" I bit down on my lips with my teeth, and tasted blood.

I got up as quick as I could, forgetting about my bag or jacket on the fencing. I moved down service stairs onto the tracks, and moved along the side of the tracks towards the crying. There the baby was, wrapped in a blanket and laying dead-center in the tracks - where the bottom of the train would definitely strike. I moved over to the baby, wincing as I did. I picked her up as quickly as could, and ran for the service steps. In the distance were the lights; the lights of the coming train. 

I took two of the staircase steps at a time, and as I reached the wall that separated me from the road, and my duffel bag - the train sped past, the wind catching the baby's face. I covered it as best as I could, using the blanket.

"It's alright sweetheart." I said noticing the baby, was a little girl. She looked barely a year old. 

I got on my phone and called 999, the contact number for the emergency services. I explained I was an off-duty Police Officer, who came across the baby's cries and that she was on a rail track. Immediately this alerted alarm bells, the whole borough or area of the city went haywire in terms of Police activity. I was told all available units were en route, with detectives in tow and social services. This was a big, important incident - a child at risk such as this, the Police wanted to find her parents. I waited, nursing the little girl as best as I could. I was waiting for my colleagues to bring along with them a transport worker, who could open the service gate to let me out. It took about thirty minutes, before they could get a worker down to the scene - by that time I had been holding the little girl as five trains sped past us, just a few yards away from us. Each time the little girl cried, probably the wind and sound scared her.

They finally opened the door, with the help of the transport worker. There were dozens of Police Officers in the area, and members of the public who had come across the spectacle to watch everything. I held her as close as I could, to ward off the cold wind. I brought her out, as members of the public took photos on their phones and cheered us all on. The girl hadn't cried since the last train in my arms, but the moment a Social Worker attempted to take her from me she cried so loud, she made it clear she didn't like the old bag trying to take her from me.

It was agreed, I would take her to the hospital for her checks and such - before letting Social Care Workers take over. Opening the blanket to see her little face I noticed - she was mixed race, beautiful. Her hair hadn't grown in fully, but she was smiling - a sign of good health. We took her with a Police escort to the local hospital, the baby girl had fallen asleep. As we arrived at the hospital, I was told to hand her over to Social Services, and that my part was done - but I told them I would stay to watch over her. They chose not to argue with me.

I stayed a few hours, and my colleagues kept me up to date with the investigation of the incident - and found a hole had been cut on the other side of the tracks, in the fencing that separated a house made up of several apartments from the rail tracks. It appeared that the little girl's blood-related parents had taken her through the gap in the fencing they most likely cut through; and left her there to die on the tracks. The moment my colleague, and friend Caroline Dempi told me this I wanted to punch a hole in the fucking wall nearby - I saw no reason whatsoever to put anyone; especially a child in harm's way. I had seen in the news, and investigated murders like this by parents who didn't give a shit about their children, putting them through torture and pain because they enjoyed it; or had far fetched beliefs that they were possessed by evil. 

"They wanted to kill that poor little girl, James." She told me.

This just made me clench my fists even more. She told me that they had passed our fliers, knocked on doors and were preparing a public announcement for the parents to come forward to collect her, or for them to stand trial for what they did at least. I made my excuses, but swore I would keep checking up on the little girl; the unnamed angel. 

The next few days soon became a month, and the parents hadn't come forward and investigations never found out who the baby's parents were either. Doctors said that tests proved that the little girl was mixed race - Hispanic, and Ebony from the Caribbean perhaps. This didn't help us pin down her parents, and when I heard she was now going to enter the legal adoption system fully, I had to see the little girl one more time. As I stood looking into the room where all the babies of a certain age were kept in cribs , I saw her - her hair was now light brown, and she smiled seeing me. I had been coming to the hospital, and eventually the social services center to see her, and spend time with her. She recognized me, I could see that.

A young blonde woman came up to me, and remembered me as the officer who found her. They had affectionately named the little girl - The Found Angel, as she was lucky to have been found. The blonde woman spoke to me, with a clipboard in her hands.

"Well sadly, with no parents or family coming forward to claim her as their own - we have to enter her fully into the adoption system. 

I sighed, I knew how the social services operated.

"She'll disappear, and either end up staying here or going from one home to another." I said, still watching The Lost Angel.

"She's still young, some families will see that as a positive. She will never remember what happened on those tracks, that's fortunate for the little mite." She said to me, rubbing the side of her pen in her hand.

"She's already publicly known as the child who's blood parents tried to murder her on the fucking rail tracks, how long until the kids in school taunt her about that?" I asked her.

She didn't have an answer.

"How long until the family who adopts her, chooses to give her back to your lot when they can't bring themselves to deal with that problem when it arises. She'll be back and forth like a bloody yo-yo." I said clenching my hands.

"Sadly they're isn't much we can do, Constable Andrews. This is the way the system works, after a month and if the child hasn't been claimed by any family, or the blood-related parents then we must by law put them up for adoption." She said herself with a sigh.

"She'll go to either a shit-hole of a family, or be sent back by people who can't deal with her when she begins asking questions about her past." I said getting irritated with this situation.

"What would you have us do?" The blonde pen-pusher asked me, turning to face me.

I took a few moments, and for some reason I said it - well I did propose it.

"What if I adopted her?" I asked her.

She sighed, for her this wasn't a laughing moment.

"That isn't how it goes, we can't just give her to you." She replied.

"Then what do I need to do, to adopt her? Tell me and I'll do it." I said, my eyes set dead on her own eyes.

"You'll need to apply for her adoption, go through assessments and we will see if you are a adequate person to adopt her." She told me.

I nodded, and put her my hands into my pockets.

"Fine, start the process for me to apply for her adoption. Give me the paperwork and such, and I'll fill it out." I said, turning to look at her through the glass separating us both.

"Mr Andrews, it's not common practice for a white male to adopt a child like her without a wife or a partner, plus not a child of her... ethnicity." 

The blonde bitch said to me.

I sighed, she was irritating me.

"I am currently living on my own yes, but my mother regularly visits and she will help me bring her up as my daughter, as will my older sister." I said to her.

"And you're talking about her ethnicity - me being white, and her mixed-race. Why is race such a deciding factor in all of this?" I asked her.

"It's just frowned upon, we would rather she was adopted by a family of the same background or ethnicity." She said, choosing her words carefully.

"I don't care, I will care for that little girl as much as any person or family of her same ethnicity. Believe me love, if I have to take this to the bloody courts I will, and even to the European Courts even. I know if a British court decides against me, a European one won't." I said to her, my tone told her to not underestimate my love for this little girl, and to make sure she had a proper life and home to call her own.

She gave me a scornful stare, I hoped this pen-pushing bitch wasn't on the board or had a say in deciding who The Found Angel was adopted by.

"I'll bring you the forms, Mr Andrews." She said with such scorn, she must have really disliked me at that moment.

"Thank you." I said simply to her as she turned to leave me, my tone told her I didn't care about her opinion about any of this.

A few weeks later, I began going through the adoption process - I began to assessments, my mother and older sister Amy were at home present with me as the Social Services assessment team came to see my apartment. With my mother, and Amy present the Social Services found no problems. Next came suitability assessments to see if I could provide for her, that was clear when I found I was a serving Police officer with several years experience. I had a set, and regular wage coming in - and I wasn't the type of person to see her go without anything, even spending more than what I would usually spend on myself.

I heard from friends and colleagues, that there were several families interested in adopting the little girl - two were found to just wanting to adopt her, so they could run a charity named after her, and for money to be sent to them for her care. The others were found to be scoring low in the assessments, and I was the one with the highest score. One morning I was called by the Social Services, to come to the center where she was being cared for. I was told that I was the one to pass the assessments, and chosen as the suitable person to adopt her.

I went to collect her with my mother Wendy, and my sister Amy. All of my family with me as I collected my daughter, the blonde pen-pusher who was quick to dash my hopes of adopting the girl, was present and gave me the same scornful stare she had when I questioned her. I was told to take her to the local hospital who were notified that I was bringing her to them, for them to record a new name for her, and with the adoption papers and hospital certificates, she would be given a real name. The moment she saw me coming towards her crib, she smiled and giggled. Her hair had grown slightly, and was darker. I gave the snotty, blonde pen-pushing worker a stare and took her with my mother and sister to the hospital. I had already decided her name would be Aisha, and she would take my surname of Andrews.

That was the day I adopted The Found Angel, and she became my daughter - Aisha Andrews. I would make sure she grew up in a loving home, and family. I would swear by that for the rest of my life, to provide for my little girl.



Seventeen Years Later - London, UK



"Dad where is my bloody battery, for my phone?" Aisha called out to me, from her bedroom.

"Where you bloody left it, you always leave stuff at your arse." I said throwing a quick, but warm retort back. Aisha always left things in places, she would not think to look in when she wanted the thing back.

"That doesn't help, dad!" She shouted back at me.

I smiled, sitting on the couch watching a re-run of Breaking Bad with a can of Pepsi in my hand.

I heard footsteps, and Aisha ran down the stairs with a flabbergasted look on her face.

"Dad I need it for class, today." She said in an annoyed tone.

"Where did you have it last, when did you last use your phone?" I asked her.

She sighed standing in her black leggings, hooded t-shirt and her long, curly brown hair framing her caramel face. She always dressed like this for College, and it annoyed me. I didn't want guys, or even full-grown men looking at her in that way, with the way she dressed.

"On my bed, I was talking to Sara last night." She answered.

"Right well check under your pillows, blanket and under the bed. It's probably came loose when you fell asleep, you probably slept on it even." I said with a smile.

She growled in annoyance, and ran back up the stairs to her room.

"I'm going to be late for class!" She shouted down at me.

"Well it serves you right, It'll teach you to put your phone aside someplace safe, when you fall asleep instead of leaving it on your bed." I said, trying my best to teach her a valuable life lesson.

She wasn't listening, as she didn't reply - but I did hear her begin to pull her bed apart looking for her phone battery. I was getting into a scene of the Breaking Bad episode I was watching, when she came back downstairs.

"Where was it?" I asked her, looking over my shoulder at her.

She didn't reply at first, her face was upset and she answered me eventually.

"Under the bed." She said simply.

I laughed gently, but then let out a deep sigh.

"I told you, stop leaving it on your bloody bed when you finally fall asleep. Put it on your dresser, or table." I said turning back to the TV.

She forced a smile, and sat in the chair opposite me on the couch.

"Did you call Rachel back?" She asked me out of the blue.

I sighed, I knew this was coming and I put down my can of Pepsi on the coffee table in front of me.

"No, I haven't got around to it." I said simply.

Now it was Aisha's turn to take the high ground with me.

"It's been a fortnight since you two went out, you should have called her back by now." She said to me, turning her head as she spoke.

"She's not my type." I said simply.

Aisha grunted, and hit the cushion of the chair behind her head with her fist in anger.

"Jesus dad, then who is your type?" She asked me.

"Not Rachel, that's it." I said without an explanation.

Aisha sighed, and rubbed her forehead.

"Dad, you need to find someone. You've been alone long enough, I can't be the reason you keep putting off dating someone." Aisha corrected me.

"I'm fine being single, you remember Ella. She didn't want to stay with me for long did she, not with the job or you." I said in defense.

Ella was my last girlfriend, almost two years ago - she didn't like me being a Cop, and when she met Aisha she didn't want to be with a man who was bringing up a mixed-race child as his daughter, so I showed her the door kindly.

"Dad, Ella was a bitch; pure and simple. I'm not gonna pretend that she wasn't, she expected you to give up the Police, and I'm guessing she wanted you to cut all ties to me when I turned eighteen." Aisha said, documenting my relationship with Ella very well.

"Yeah, so I showed her the door." I said simply.

Aisha stood, looking down at me.

"Dad, she isn't the only woman out there for you - they're are tons of women out there, and many who would accept your job and me. You just won't try, Rachel was one of them." She told me.

I said nothing, I had nothing to say really.

Aisha sighed, and leaned down to kiss me on the top of my head affectionately as a loving daughter would.

"I'll be back later dad, I'll pick up Chinese for us. The usual order." She said smiling.

I nodded with a smile, and she was soon gone with the sound of the front door closing shut. I settled down to watch Breaking Bad for the rest of the afternoon, as it was only 10am. I wasn't working a shift today, so it was my day off to relax and enjoy some television. The rest of the afternoon went by, and at about 6pm I heard the front door open with keys. I looked over the couch, and Aisha was home with one of her girlfriends.

"Ah you're home, did you get the Chinese?" I asked her.

"Yeah I got it dad, Sara came over is that ok? We were gonna go upstairs, and just listen to some music." She said putting the white bag of the Chinese take-out on the kitchen table.

"Yeah that's fine sweetheart." I said standing up, and went into the kitchen and saw Sara talking to Aisha. 

She was a black girl, with long dreadlocks, and a beautiful face and physique. Her and my Aisha had been friends since primary school, so I saw them both grow up together. I had only met her mother Tina once, and it was quite a few years ago at a school function. I couldn't remember much of Tina, and as I came into the kitchen Sara smiled at me.

"Hi Mr Andrews." she said with a big smile.

"Hey, Sara. How were your classes today?" I asked her, to strike a conversation up between us. Sara was the same age as Aisha.

"Aw boring really, me and Aisha could barely focus on our History lesson." Sara answered me.

I smiled, and moved over to the counter where the bag of Chinese take-out was. 

I noticed Sara was wearing a pair of blue leggings, and a black hooded top, and black trainers on her feet. Her study bag was on the chair at the counter, as was Aisha's blue sports bag she used for her studies.

"History is simple enough, most of what your teacher tried to teach you today - you can read about in more detail at home, there are loads of History books in the library." I said, most likely sounding like a teacher or something.

The pair of them laughed gently, as Aisha poured her and Sara a glass of Pepsi each.

"Dad it's not that simple, the teacher is teaching us in how to write an essay for the topics - for the moment it's not about the subject itself." Aisha said with a laugh.

I smiled, and leaned on the counter as I emptied the take-out onto the counter, containers and such for my dinner.


A Father Must Do His Best Ch. 02



 (Again to reiterate this story is NOT an incest story, and it will not become one - it is about parental love between a father and daughter after she turns 18, and the romantic relationship of the father with another female character to be introduced. I will not turn this into a seedy, vulgar story about the father and daughter. This introduction is to set the situation, and the parental love the pair have for one another, which adds focus for the romantic relationship he later has with a woman. All characters are 18 years old, or older.) 

*

Saturday Evening, 6:55PM, Outside Tina's Residence

As the door buzzed open, I pushed through the big Oak door and in front of me was a staircase, I knew Tina's flat was on the top floor so I began to climb the stairs. Eventually I reached the top floor, and the door to her flat was open and she was standing there, waiting for me with a smile on her face. She like her daughter had dreadlocks, that stopped just under her earlobes, a few inches. She was beautiful, with alluring hazel eyes, and smooth skin. She was gorgeous, standing there. She looked like she was about 5'5, very petite but with a beautiful body. She had curves, and very voluptuous. She was beaming standing there, she was wearing a nice black dress, that looked loose in places, but tight around her waist and chest. I wasn't one to complain as she looked like she was a very womanly, busty woman.

I assumed she had stockings or pantyhose on, as the tone of her legs were darker to her beautiful arms and neck. She looked shy, as she lowered her gaze from me. 

"You look, beautiful Tina." I said, not watching my words - I winced as I thought I sounded too forward for her liking.

She smiled, and closed the door behind her so we were now alone standing in the corridor.

"You don't look too bad yourself, James." She said slowly walking towards me.

"You ready?" I asked her with a smile.

She just nodded, humming in a general positive tone.

She walked towards me more, and I turned to go back down the stairs. We were both soon out on the pavement outside the building. As we stepped out, she almost fell into me so I put out my arms to steady her, and she let me almost fully wrap them around her waist.

"Hey it's OK, I've got you." I said with a smile.

"I'm so sorry." She laughed gently, correcting her balance.

"I'm not used to these heels, I don't usually wear any." She added.

I gently slid my arms from around her, and to my sides as I smiled.

"It's alright, you didn't need to wear anything like this - you would have looked amazing in anything." I said gently.

She must have liked the compliment, and smiled as she dropped her gaze from me briefly.

"Thank you." She said, as we both turned to the car. 

I unlocked the doors, and opened the passenger door for her, and she slid in effortlessly.

I closed her door safely, I didn't want to hurt my date within minutes of meeting her. I moved around the car to my side, and got inside. I started the engine and slowly pulled out into the street, and began to drive towards the restaurant I was taking her to. There was silence for a few minutes as I drove us towards the restaurant, but I broke the silence.

"You look lovely, tonight." I said smiling sideways to her.

"You said that already." She laughed gently. I smiled as I kept my hands on the steering wheel.

"So no work, tonight and tomorrow?" She asked me, striking a match to the conversation.

"Nah, rest days as they're called. But Monday it's back to normal, four days on and three days off. Two of them are nights, and the other two are day shifts. It's tiring at times." I explained with a weaker smile.

"It must be hard at times, bringing up Aisha whilst being a Copper." She said with a sweet tone to her voice.

I didn't usually talk about this stuff with strangers, but Tina was being nice and inviting for me to talk about it - and a date is generally about getting to know one another.

"Yeah I guess it was, I mean I may have been a Cop but it never changed anything at home with Aisha. I still got up every morning when I wasn't working early, woke her up for school and made sure she was dressed and fed properly. If I was working early, then my mother or sister would come and help out. But I made an effort, to be there for her whenever I could. I never tried to avoid being a father to her, if I wasn't working I'd be at home with her; and if she needed me to be there, I called in favors at work, to get off to be there for her." I explained, as I turned right at a set of traffic lights into another street.

"Was it hard, I mean you must have had people really hate you for bringing up a black girl as your own?" She asked me, very carefully as every word was spaced out.

I nodded, and we stopped at some more traffic lights that were red.

"Almost all of my family; except my mother and sister made the usual vulgar, derogate remarks and such when I took Aisha around to see them, as she was growing up. They would say them when she was out of the room, and expect me to agree with them. How could they expect me to go along with those remarks, and sick jokes - she was my bloody daughter, I loved her. I hit my cousin one day, in front of most of my family including my mother and sister. After he made a crude joke about Aisha, while she was in the room; she was too young to understand it, but I still punched him one. Since then I haven't spoken to them, or anyone else at the party that day. I don't need them in mine, or Aisha's lives." I said gently, trying to sound calm as I drove.

Tina nodded, and gently pushed her hair from her face.

"Sounds like it was hard, bringing her up on your own really. I'm sorry." She said gently.

"Yeah, at times it was." I said as I finally found the car park ahead of us, that was adjacent to the restaurant.

I pulled the car up into one of the empty spaces, and parked up the car. We were parked only a few yards away from the restaurant. I pulled on the hand brake, and turned off the engine. Tina was smiling, I hoped it was for real - I didn't want to make her uncomfortable with my life story, and her smiling to hide her discomfort.

"I thought we would try an Italian restaurant, they do great pasta and have good wine." I said with a smile.

"Sounds great, I like Italian food." Tina laughed gently with her hands in her lap.

I got out of the car, and went around to open her door and she stepped out both gracefully, and sensually. I closed the door behind her, and locked the car - she was shy around me, so I gently took her arm and we walked over to the restaurant main doors. It felt nice to hold a woman so close to me, one that actually wanted to be held. Her body felt warm, pressed slightly against my side, and we entered the restaurant together.

The waiter saw us, and smiled. He was a young man with blonde hair, he directed us to a table for the two of us. I thanked him as we sat down together, across from each other. We were given two menu's, and one between us just for the wine selection. We quietly ordered Chicken Pasta each, with garlic bread and a bottle of Red Wine between us both.

"So do you come here, often?" Tina asked me, the candle between us in the center of the table illuminating her beautiful face, and features.

"I came here once, I remembered how good the pasta was and the wine. It's a nice restaurant, but not always busy, just nice and quiet for something like this." I said smiling over the candle light. She smiled and sat across from me, watching me.

"So how long have you fancied me?" She asked me with a cute grin on her face.

That was forward, exactly what I was afraid of asking her. I smiled, and grinned.

"Since I met you a while back, at a school function for Aisha and Sara." I answered.

The waiter returned a second later, with the wine and glasses. He opened it, with a pop and began pouring into the two glasses. He smiled and left us. Tina picked up her glass and sipped at the wine inside it.

"So come on, what made you fancy me? Did I do anything in particular?" She asked me grinning once again.

Was this a trick question, because I remembered exactly what she did that was so sexy that made me fancy her from that point on-wards.

"You don't want to know." I said with a laugh.

"Uh uh, I do. Tell me." She said with a sexy glint in her eyes.

I leaned forwards into the glint of the candle light, and my breathing was heavy and my heart was thumping like a machine.

"You dropped the forms you were given by their teacher, and you bent over in front of me." I said as calmly, yet as flirtatiously as I could.

"Go on." She said leaning forward, our faces were inches away from each other.

"And when you bent down to get it, I saw you had a black thong on. I could see your arse, and I got so fucking hard. I had to hide it with my own forms." I said grinning, like an animal.

Tina grinned back, and slid back away from the candle light.

"Hmm maybe I should have stayed bent over, and seen how long it would have taken you to mount me right there and then." She teased me with a wink. I laughed, and had to lower my volume as it caught the attention of people eating nearby.

"Don't tempt fate, I would have if I could have got away with." I teased her back.

Tina leaned back in her chair, with her wine in hand and sipped at it, watching me.

"Who said I would have tried, to wriggle free from you?" She asked me, flirting away.

I smiled, and I was about to flirt back when our food arrived. The waiter placed the plates of steaming, hot pasta in front us both and placed the plate of garlic bread in the center for us, before leaving.

"Saved by food, that's a first." Tina laughed with a grin.

I smiled back, as we both tucked into our pasta, and shared the garlic bread pieces. We talked about our own home lives, she told me that she had been bringing up Sara on her own even before she left her husband, he was never around or when he was he was too busy beating Tina up to be any good of a dad to Sara. Not only that, he seemed intent on getting involved in Sara and Tina's lives now that Sara had turned eighteen. She made it clear to him, that she wasn't interested and had applied for another injunction against him, if he chose to try and contact them.

As we talked over all of this, we finally finished off the food and had also finished another bottle of wine. By this time also, the candle was almost burnt out and I looked at my wristwatch - it was also 11pm. The waiters were watching us, and it turned out we were the last customers to be left in the restaurant and it was clear they wanted to lock up for the evening.

"I guess they're making it clear, they want us to go." I said with a smile.

Tina smiled, and stood from her chair slowly.

"I guess we better go then." She said with a smile.

I stood with her, and grabbed my jacket and we moved together to the counter to pay for our meal. The waiter took my card, and put it through to pay for the meal and handed it back to me. Tina took my arm gently, and held onto me as we walked out of the restaurant together. We walked together, as I felt her hand squeeze mine as we moved to car park. I knew it was stupid to drive like this, with two bottles of wine in us both and I was about to decide against it, and call down a cab. All of a sudden, Tina pressed into me, and I hit the car door, and she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine hard. We kissed deeply, it was more like a mouth to mouth on her part, as she slid her tongue against mine and we open-mouth-smooched together. Her body pressed into mine, as if like two pieces of a Tetris puzzle.

Her pelvis pressed into mine, and already having a partial hard-on it grew into a fully on bulge, and she pressed against it like a cat or dog in heat. She was moaning, and breathing like a machine running on oil, as her hands slowly ran down my chest to my bulge and she grabbed it hard.

"I've wanted you for so fucking long James, even when I was with Ryan." She said gasping.

Ryan was her ex-husband, and we had met when she was still married to her brute of a husband. I may have tried to be a good man, but my hands were thinking otherwise and I grabbed her firm, large bottom through her dress and it made her wince yet moan at the same time.

"Kiss me, James." She moaned, her eyes glazed and her body felt like a furnace against me.

I leaned in and pressed my wet mouth open against hers, and she gasped but shoved her tongue hard against my own. My hands moved down, and scooped up the bottom of her dress and hiked it up over her waist. My hands felt around, and I knew now she was wearing tights. My hands rubbed, and squeezed her big arse through the nylon pantyhose, every inch of her bum felt amazing in my hands, and I even lifted it up and dropped it, making a small clapping sound. I felt Tina press her pelvis into my own harder, grinding as we kissed - my hands pulled her in further, my hands gripping her cheeks and pressing her into me.

All of a sudden a Police car drove past, and they lit up their sirens as they past us, a clear sign for us to stop this quite public display. My hands dropped instinctively, and Tina pulled down her dress to cover her arse that was on show to the Police car. I knew this drill, we used it to move on the crowds of youths at time, and even those doing exactly what me and Tina were just doing. We both turned, and looked like a guilty pair to the Police car, that drove on after the officers inside were sure we would be stopping our fondling. As they drove off, I turned to Tina who's hair was everywhere, and she smiled like a naughty school girl.

"You had your hands all over my arse, you dirty bastard." She said with a grin, wiping her lips with her hand.

I smiled, and rearranged my trousers so my hard-on wasn't as visible.

"I'm sorry." I said really meaning it, as I did grope her like a rowdy prison inmate would.

"Don't apologize, it's been too long since a man grabbed me like that." She giggled, and I smiled back.

We agreed it was about time I got her home, as Sara would be home soon and Tina was parent like me, always wanted to be home for our kids. I think if we both had our way, we both would have been fucking like rabbits on the bonnet of my car, had the my colleagues not driven past, and made us stop. We decided to call a taxi, for us both as I could not drive with Wine in my system, I didn't want to risk my career. We waited outside the restaurant for the taxi we had called, and began to talk about what we wanted in a relationship and stuff, and good news for me she didn't want me to give up my job or Aisha. Eventually the taxi arrived, and we got inside. I decided to give Tina's address first, and he drove us there. In the back of the taxi as he drove, we both talked more about each other and what we wanted in a relationship together. We kissed some-more, but it was only pecks on the lips and one deep kiss. We soon arrived outside Tina's building. I told the driver to wait for me, and I would pay whatever it cost for him to wait for me. 

Me and Tina got out of the taxi and I walked her to the front door of her building. I expected she would say her goodbye to me and go inside, but she opened the door and ushered me in. As I stepped in, Tina closed the door over but didn't shut it fully. She leaned in and kissed me hard, putting her arm around my neck and pulling me into her. My hand was meant to go for her arse again, but with the quick motions my hand ended up between her legs, inside her dress and cupping her mound through her tights. The action made Tina literally purred into my ear, as she kissed me manically. I rubbed my palm against her fiery hot mound, knowing her pussy was under the nylon. I moved my other hand to the waistband of her tights, and began to roll them down, as my other hand joined the job. I rolled them down to just above her knees.

I found her underwear, and it was a pair of lace panties, the size was a womanly one, that covered her curves and squeezed her arse into them. I wasted now time, and rolled down her panties also to around above her knees, and began to unbuckle my jeans, and as they dropped around my own knees my hard-on in my boxers pointed up like a tent towards her bare pussy, it only had a wisp of black hair above her slit.

"Oh my god, right here - you're going to do this right here, right now?" She asked between gasps, and moans as I fished my thick, hard cock out into the open and pressed it against her mound. 

I wasn't going to fuck her yet, I wanted to make her purred again in pleasure, into my ears. I slid my erect cock under her pussy, and slid it along making her feel the shaft. This grinding along her pussy was making her gasp, pant and of course she purred into my ears, as I sped up my thrusts. Her entire body was rocking, shaking and I was about to ram my cock home inside her when I heard Sara's voice upstairs calling down - she must have seen the taxi drop us off.

"Mom, you down there?" She asked loudly, down the stairwell.

"Shit." Tina grunted, and she began to pull her panties and tights up, effectively pushing my hard cock between her legs out and I began to pull my own jeans up.

"Mom!" Sara called down again.

"I'm coming love, be up in a minute - I'm just saying goodbye to James." She said now with her tights awkwardly up around her waist, rolled over a few times from the speed of her rushing to pull them back up.

It went quiet, so we both assumed Sara had gone back inside the flat.

"God we were so close to getting caught." She giggled in a low voice.

"I know, I shouldn't have gone that far - Sara could have caught us." I laughed back.

Tina leaned in and kissed me passionately, and deeply once again.

"I wouldn't have stopped you, I would have let you ram that thing in me and make me scream like a fucking animal right here, right now if you just did it." She said in a teasing voice.

"Fuck." Was all I could say, with a sly grin on my lips.

We both laughed gently, still holding each other slightly, following her latest kiss.

"I better go up and see Sara, before she comes down and see us both like this." She said smiling.

"Right, course." I said grinning, as I let go of her waist and stepped back.

"I'm gonna call you tomorrow." She said grinning, like a Persian Cat.

I smiled, and she began to mount and climb the stairs to her flat and I couldn't take my eyes off her swaying arse, beneath her silk, thin dress.

"Oh you'll get this eventually, all of it - don't worry about that pal. It's practically yours already. Just not tonight, apparently." She said with a grin squeezing her arse through her dress for my notice, before disappearing behind the corner of the staircase. 

I breathed hard, and took a few moments to calm my body. I stepped out into the street, and made for the taxi. I got back into the back of the taxi, and told the driver to take me to my home - and gave him the address. The taxi drive was long, I thought over everything that had happened tonight, how close I came to actually fucking Tina both in the car park and the hallway of her building. Eventually we arrived at my house, and I got out and paid the driver the £55 I owed him, extra for waiting for me at Tina's place. I went inside my house and made for the couch, and saw that it was almost midnight on the clock on the wall above the television.

I assumed that Aisha had heard me, as I heard her come down the stairs quickly from her room. 

"Hey you're back from your big date, how did it go?" She said with as smile, jumping on the couch with me. She was wearing her PJ's, and slippers.

"Hey, what you still doing up?" I asked her with a smile.

"I waited up for you, Sara called me about ten minutes ago and told me Tina had come home, seemed quite happy even." Aisha smiled.




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"Well the date went well, she's gonna call me tomorrow." I said with a cocky smile. Aisha grinned and smacked the arm of the couch playfully.

"You got some didn't you?" She asked me.

I laughed, my own daughter talking like this.

"You're too young to know about this stuff." I said with a laugh.

"Dad, I'm 18. Relax I ain't asking for details." She giggled.

I laughed back, and sighed.

"Fine, yeah your old man got some tonight. Happy?" I said with a laugh.

She smiled and patted me on the shoulder.

"Good, you needed something." She said with a smile standing up from the couch.

"I'm off to bed." She laughed, and kissed me on the top of my head as usual and skipped to the stairs, before disappearing upstairs.

I smile contently to myself, and laid back on the couch - I planned to sleep soon, but the thoughts of Tina flooded my head. I actually ended up falling asleep on the couch, before too long.

*

(Please guys and gals, comment and give me any feedback or ideas you have. If this is a well liked series, I'll continue it but I need to know what direction to take it in as long as it doesn't involve INCEST. All feedback is appreciated.) 



A Father Must Do His Best Ch. 03



(Again to reiterate this story is NOT an incest story, and it will not become one - it is about parental love between a father and daughter after she turns 18, and the romantic relationship of the father with another female character to be introduced. I will not turn this into a seedy, vulgar story about the father and daughter. This introduction is to set the situation, and the parental love the pair have for one another, which adds focus for the romantic relationship he later has with a woman. All characters are 18 years old, or older.)





I had been dating Tina, Sara's mother for almost a week and a half, and we hadn't slept together yet, as most of our dates were during our first week together, so she was usually aiming to be home for Sara, and same for me for Aisha. But everything was going well, I had come close to literally fucking her brains out on our most recent dates and meetings, but it was usually grinding, and foreplay action. It was hot and heavy between us, and the lust we both had for each other was eventually going to explode into a hard fucking, on both our parts. But tonight I was home, after a day shift, and I had just finished my shift at 4pm. 

I finally got home at almost 6pm that night. I couldn't hear Aisha upstairs in her room, so I assumed she was still out. I got changed into my loose house clothes, a pair of baggy bottoms and a vest. I sat down on the sofa, with a bottle of Fosters lager, and began switching through the Sky channels. There wasn't much on, being only after 6pm there wasn't any of my favorite post-watershed television shows airing, or movies. It was Friday night, and Tina was with her older sister looking after her newly-born niece, so I wasn't going to see her until tomorrow night. 

I laid back on the sofa, on my back looking sideways at some shitty re-run of last night's X Factor episode. I felt my eyelids become heavy, and I closed my eyes. Slowly I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

A few hours must have passed, when loud shouting and cursing woke me up from the couch. I jumped up, my reaction time was well honed over the years in my occupation. I looked over the back of the couch, to the front door and Sara with my Aisha were falling into the flat, all over the place. Behind Sara, I saw that she was struggling to close MY front door, someone was trying to push into the flat.

"Please leave us alone, we said no!" Sara screamed at whoever was on the other side of the door.

With a snap of my neck I looked at my wrist watch, it was almost 12:30am. I could see now the way that Sara and Aisha were dressed for clubbing, they must have gone out for a drink together like any girls would at their age.

I jumped up, and I discreetly kept a spare Police Baton near to the front door in the corridor cupboard, I opened it and with my free hand grabbed my Police Warrant Card in it's leather holder, that was on the coffee table in the kitchen. I ran with my bare feet to the front door, as Sara struggled to close the front door on whoever was trying to force their way inside. Aisha looked close to collapsing, but she just looked like she was well and truly drunk - leaning against the wall with her eyes closed.

I caught up with Sara, and with my Police Baton extended, and my open Police ID on display in my other hand I moved to the door. Those trying to force their way inside, sounded like men or guys.

"Open the fucking door you bitch, you wanted to get fucked - now let us in!" One male voice shouted, with a real brutish tone.

As I approached the front door, where Sara struggled to close the door on them all - I could see three men on the other side, all in designer shirts, and clubbing attire. The one pushing the door open with his feet and hands, had blonde hair and looked like a boy, with his pristine hair, and designer clothing. He saw me, and looked up.

"Police! I am a Police Officer, get away from the door now or I will use ANY and all force that I deem is needed. This is an unlawful entry into private premises! Now move away!" I said bringing my baton up high in the air into an arch position, aiming the butt of it at the men. 

The men didn't stop until they saw the Police ID in my hand, and they jumped back scattering in all directions across the quiet, deserted street before disappearing. Sara slid onto the wooden tiled floor of the corridor, and began to cry, sobbing into her hands. I looked out of the door sideways, to see if anyone else was hiding but they had all left. I breathed hard, dropping my arm - I slid my Police ID into my pocket and closed the baton. I shut the door quietly, so as not to startle Sara. I put the closed baton on the table, in the corner of the corridor where I placed any mail on top of.

With the door closed, I put on three locks that we had on it - a snib-lock, a chain lock, and the lock of the actual key lock. With three locks now on the door, I turned to look at Sara who was sobbing, and Aisha who was slouched against the wall - she was breathing and I saw her wipe her face gently.

"What the hell was that?" I asked them both, expecting an answer from Sara only at this time.

"I'm sorry Mr Anderson, I'm really sorry." Sara wailed, and began to sob quietly.

I allowed a few moments, to allow my voice to go lower, and with calm in it I spoke again.

"Sweetheart it's OK, just help me get Aisha into the lounge onto the couch and tell me what happened." I told her, and she looked up at me with tears running down her dark, caramel skin.

She nodded, and stood with my help - we helped Aisha to her feet, and she still had her eyes closed.

"Dad, we're really sorry." Was all she could muster in terms of words.

I just told her that it was all alright, as we moved her to the couch and sat her down. 

"Sara, stay with her. I'm gonna get you both, some water." I said, as she held Aisha around her shoulders as they sat on the couch. 

I went to the kitchen, and found two glasses - I filled them up with water from the sink tap and brought them back into the room. I handed Sara hers, and asked her to help me to get Aisha to drink some of her own water. It took some time, but with Sarah holding Aisha up-right on the couch, she began to drink the water I held to her mouth.

"Alright, now tell me what happened?" I asked Sara, as Aisha now with her eyes open and responding to my words looked up.

"Well we went to a club called Sparkles, it's in Kilburn." Sara told me, now calmer as she recalled what happened.

I nodded, listening to her. I knew about Kilburn, it was an area in North London and had a few well-known clubs and bars. Sara and Aisha must have sneaked in, lying about their ages or something as most would not allow any under twenty one into the premises.

"We ordered some drinks, and those guys who were kicking in the door - came over to us in the club, and offered to buy our drinks. It was alright at first, but they were determined on buying our drinks, we never even saw what they were ordering us - they just put them on the table in front of us. Aisha began to feel ill, and I thought that perhaps it was the drinks as I hadn't drank any of them, I just pretended that I had." Sara said continuing.

I sighed, I knew this practice very well indeed as I had arrested guys known for drugging and spiking drinks at bars and clubs, belonging to girls. I also had the unfortunate duty of taking details from victims of this practice, and it was truly degrading to hear of what they suffered when they were so drugged, they couldn't move their limbs or bodies.

"They were drugging you both?" I said, more as a statement than a question.

"Yeah, but I already knew something was wrong as they weren't drinking the drinks - they were actually cornering us into the booth we were in, so no one could see us. It started with them touching mine, and Aisha's legs and we tried to move away. But Aisha was already the way she was when we got home, she couldn't do anything. 

I began to scream and shout, but they kept trying to cover my mouth with their hands. Eventually I just pushed the table around us over, and staff came over to see what had happened. They pushed through the guys, with some bouncers and I told them that me and Aisha weren't feeling well, and we wanted to get home. The guys had moved away from us, just watching us." Sara told me.

Smart girl, I had taught Sara and Aisha well on how to deal with these kinds of people - make a scene and people around them would get involved. I now saw what the pair of them had chosen to wear for this evening's entertainment. Sara was wearing a black dress, but it looked to be made of PVC or leather in parts, it was extremely tight on Sara, and she had ankle boots. The dress was quite short, stopping just a few inches above her knees.

My own bloody daughter wasn't dressed any better, she was wearing a pair of black latex leggings, with a tight glitzy green top. Both had made themselves up for the evening, with their make up and hair done very well. They either got changed and ready at Tina's flat, or here when I was too busy sleeping downstairs.

"Alright, what happened next? Keep going, Sara." I told her.

Sara was shaken, she may have been more calm but she was still shaken up pretty badly.

"Well I got Aisha outside of the club, with help of one of the female staff - but she left me alone with Aisha, and I saw the guys from in the club watching us. I began walking away, and they began to follow us. I managed to get me and Aisha to a taxi rank, and hailed down a taxi. I got Aisha inside, and then myself and the driver brought us back here. But I assume that they followed us in another taxi, and when the taxi driver dropped us at the bottom of this road, the guys got out of their own taxi and began to chase me, trying to carry Aisha to the house." Sara recollected, and as she spoke about the men chasing her and Aisha, she seemed to become more emotional. 

This was well out of context for most sexual predators that operate in clubs and bars, most would give up if they couldn't get to their targets inside the club. These lads were fucking quite forward, in chasing after the two of them. I thanked the gods above, that for sheer dumb fucking luck - I was in the house sleeping away, and had woken up.

"And now we're here." I said simply, as Aisha was now awake and looking at me, with tears in her beautiful eyes. 

"They didn't do anything to us, they didn't get that far, dad." Aisha said gently, as her voice shook looking at me - any guilt she had was clear on her innocent face, as it was on Sara's as well.

I sighed, and rubbed my aching, sleepy eyes.

"Right, well Sara you're staying here for the night. You can sleep in Aisha's room, your mom is at your auntie's house until tomorrow. Both of you go up to the bathroom, clean yourselves up and Aisha has some clean bed clothes for you Sara." I said with a smile, it wasn't truly forced - but it was masking my fear of what could have happened to both of them, at the hands of those three men that I had seen, they're could have been more of them.

They both nodded, and Aisha slowly got to her feet with Sara's help and they both went up to get changed for bed.

"I'm sorry, dad." Aisha said, as I looked up - she was leaning against the staircase barrier.

I just nodded.

"It's alright, I'm just happy you're both safe." I said trying to be comforting, and she nodded.

She went upstairs behind Sara, and the room was quiet once again. I looked at my watch once again, and decided to call Tina, to let her know about what had happened. I picked up my mobile phone, and dialed her number. A few rings later, she picked up - I was just lucky she was still awake. Immediately she answered the call with the word 'babe'for me personally. I smiled and felt something I didn't even feel with my last ex-girlfriend. Slowly however the loving, atmosphere we usually both talked in on the phone disappeared, as I began to tell her about what had happened. Eventually I got to the point of this moment, and told her that Sara would stay the night until tomorrow.

"James, thank you for doing this. I can't really tell you how much I appreciate you doing this for her, and me. You would be surprised at how much you've acted like a father to my Sara, since she and Aisha became friends." Tina said with a warm tone.

I smiled and told her that it was alright, that I would protect Sara as much as I would protect Aisha. We then worked out when we would meet tomorrow, as Tina would come around to collect Sara in her car. As the arrangements were made, she said something that I didn't expect.

"James, I just want to say - well I just want you to know. I really care about you, I love so many things about you." She said spacing out her words, as she tried to choose them carefully.

I smiled, and began to play with my fingers as it was how I dealt with both excitement and nervousness in my life.

"I feel the same way Tina, I'll see you tomorrow babe." I said, as we both ended the call at the same time as each other. 

I took a deep breath, and decided to go to my bed now and I would see how the girls were in the morning. 



The Next Day, Saturday Afternoon, 12:30PM, My House, Central London



The next day, I woke up at about 9am - Aisha and Sara were still bed-bound over their hangovers. I woke up and made some breakfast for myself, and had a shower. At almost 12pm Tina came around to the flat, and I opened the door to her in just my bed shorts and vest. She smiled as I opened the door to her, and she was wearing simple blue jeans and a simple blue top and coat. I let her in, and as both our kids slept away upstairs I made her a coffee in the kitchen. We stood quietly, as we began to sip our drinks.

"So, Sara and Aisha came close to being attacked last night?" She asked me, with a worried tone in her voice.

I nodded, quietly as to not startle her.

"What happened?" Tina asked, breathing hard as she swiped a hair from her face.

I went onto explain exactly what Sara had told me last night, and by the time I was finished Tina looked sullen, sat on her chair.

"Jesus, what was going through their minds to be drinking alone with those lads?" She asked, more of a thought, than an actual question.

I sighed, I didn't really know - as a guy it was different to ask me that question, for a girl it was probably that they didn't want to feel like kids any longer.

"I don't know really." I answered her as best as I could, drinking my coffee.

Tina looked into my eyes, over her coffee silent for a moment. 

"You have done more than Sara's own father ever did for her, he would never have helped her like you did last night. He would have ran, leaving it to happen." Tina said to me, with a strong opinion in her voice and showing in her eyes.

I really appreciated her compliment, I knew Sara's own father was absent even though he was in her life; he was just never there for her as a father should have been.

"Aisha is a lucky girl, to have you as her father; I wish my Sara had a father like you when she really needed you years ago." Tina said with a smile.

I smiled back, and looked deep into Tina's eyes; today she was dressed plain, but she was far from plain in beauty.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" I asked her with a grin across the table.

Tina smiled, but became red and embarrassed in the face.

"You tell me often enough, but I don't see how I am so." She said back.

I smiled back, and watching her witty grin, her luscious lips and dark cheeks made my cock become hard, in my pants.

"We come close, every time we're together - we keep this up, I'll be like a dog in mating season." I said with a hearty laugh.

She grinned, god she was so beautiful - it struck me deep like a knife every time our eyes connected.

"Well who said I don't like a rowdy, wild dog sniffing after my body like it's mating season?" She asked me with a cocked grin.

I smiled, she was teasing me.

"Especially if it was you, sniffing after me." She laughed.

I smiled and finished what was left of my coffee, with a standing soldier to attention in my pants for her.

"You better cut that out sweetheart, teasing a wild dog can be dangerous." I said winking at her across the table.

"You're my wild dog, an owner can be bitten every so often by their dog. As long as it's in jest." She said with a grin.

"The reason we've come so close to literally fucking where we stood, is because we both really want one another, and find each other attractive. You're the one who keeps on stopping it from happening." She continued speaking, with a seductive grin.

I felt aroused, but also embarrassed slightly - I didn't want to make Tina think this was all I wanted from her, it certainly wasn't. I wanted her, and everything of her.

"Things always got in the way." I said with a forceful smile.

Tina smiled, and leaned across the table invitingly. Her eyes never left mine, not even to see if Aisha or her Sara were watching us. She stood slightly, her ass slightly in the air looking inviting, hovering above the chair.

"Nothing is in the way now, right?" She asked me.

I was rock fucking hard, and now standing over me she could see the big tent in my pants standing to attention for her. 

"Do you want me, James? Do you think I'm attractive?" She asked me, in a purring manner.

"What if Sara or Aisha walk in on us?" I asked her, trying to put aside her initial question.

"I don't care, but they won't anyway. They're too busy upstairs, Aisha is still sleeping off last night remember." Tina told me with a smile, as she slid onto the table like a cat, or a feline in a seductive way even with her simple clothes on.

The table was sturdy, and only shook slightly as she slid along the table on her knees, the jeans slid effortlessly across the Oak table. 

"Tina, this is unusual even for us both." I said with a shaking voice.

"You are so fucking handsome, to me. You have no idea how long I've wanted you, myself." She said with a giggle, now only inches from my face.

"I'm not believe me." I said trying to sound assertive, but I let loose a laugh as I said that to her.

"Yes you are." She smiled and leaned in, less than five or more inches from my face, she leaned into me and kissed me warmly on the lips. 

She pulled back after the kiss, but only to slid further closer to me, now she was mostly on my end of the table. 

"Come on wolf, bite me and take me." She purred into my ear now, as her big, firm ass was perched into the air as she knelt. 

"Tina." I said simply, hoping she would see sense but she kissed me once more before speaking again.

"Give me your big cock, I want it. I want you, James." She said in a husky voice. 

I had enough of this waiting around, she was gagging for me and I was lusting for her. I leaned back in and kissed her, much more harder, and more firmly than she had before. I didn't break the kiss for a few moments, shoving my tongue inside her warm mouth. I continued to hold the kiss, and I felt Tina breath harder into my mouth as my tongue touched hers, her gums and even the bottom of her mouth. I knew she needed to breath, and her nose wasn't enough so I broke the kiss but stood from my chair. At the angle Tina was laid out on her knees, atop of the table my crotch was in line with her face.

I began to pull down my home jogging bottoms, and my cock sprang out inches from her mouth. I was thick, hard and long for Tina and she wanted it, so I was going to give her what she wanted. 

"You know where this is going, don't you Tina?" I asked her holding my cock at it's base, and aiming my mushroom sized cock-head at her open mouth.

She was quivering, shaking but she was hot for me. She licked her lips, eyeing up my cock before looking up at me.

"Down into my wet mouth, your woman's warm, wet mouth baby. I love you James, give me it." She said purring away, with her mouth open for me.




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I shuffled forwards and let my cock-head connect with her wet, moist lips first. 

"God your cock is thick baby, I want you inside me." She growled, and without me asking her to she literally enveloped my cock-head inside her mouth, at least the first 3 inches of my seven inch cock.

That was the start of it all, she worked her slim hand up and around the base of my cock and worked it in and out of her mouth, using her hand and the suction of her own mouth. I knew Tina to have not slept with any other man since her abusive ex-husband, but she was very good even still, and was putting a lot of effort into the blowjob she was giving me. She worked her mouth up and down my shaft, but every so often my cock would slide deeper within her mouth to touch the back of her throat, and she would gag. 

This would make her spittle on my cock, and she would attempt to suck it again. She was trying her best, she was a loyal woman, and her husband had treated her like dirt. I was happy to enjoy what she was giving me, and gently just played with her hair and allowed my hands to wander, to grope her breasts through her blue top. 

"God your breasts are so fucking firm, and big." I said in admiration of her body, and she simply hummed with my cock in her mouth. 

"Your body is, perfect. It's the only word I can think of." I said with a moan, and shudder as she used her tongue around my cock-head inside her mouth.

I decided to go another step forward, and slid my free hands around her waist, and tummy to find her belt, holding her jeans up. It was studded, and slowly I found the buckle, and began to undo it quickly. The buckle came loose quickly, and I pulled it through the loops of her jeans, and fully off. But I held the belt in my hands and pulled it tightly, fully extending it and making the noise a belt would make. I then positioned the leather buckle belt, around Tina's firm, rump of an arse and tightened the belt around her cheeks, and upper buttocks, and pulled tightly onto the belt. This made her arse jiggle, and bounce from the belt. 

She moaned further around my cock, emitting grunts and humming as she sucked on my cock.

"You have a lovely arse, Tina." I said with a gleeful smile.

She laughed around my cock, and grunted as my cock hit the back of her throat once again. I dropped the belt to the floor with a thud, onto the kitchen floor and put my hands on the tops of her buttocks that were visible, peeking out from under her jeans. She gently popped my cock from out of her mouth, and spoke in a husky voice.

"You aren't a little boy anymore, and I'm not a little girl. Get your hands down there, and take what's yours, James." She said, before plopping my cock back inside her mouth again.

I was stunned by what she told me, but it was the truth. I slid my hands inside the jeans, right where her arse cheeks were visible, and my fingers connect with denim and skin in tight spaces. Her underwear must have been small, as I couldn't find them with my hands around the tops of her buttocks, or even the middle of her arse. 

They were really down low, and my hands slid further inside. Slowly my hands slid further down the slop of her buttocks, and my fingers felt the bottom of them both. I gently turned my hands inwards and found her underwear, it was a thin, small thong pulled up tightly between her arse cheeks; that was why I couldn't find them. I found the buttons of her jeans, and undid them before slowly pulling them down over her perfect ass cheeks.

"What the hell!?" A voice called out from the direction of the lounge.

Tina and me both looked to the sound, and there stood Sara watching us with surprise on her face, but also a smile. There was her mother, on her hands and knees literally on the tabletop with my hard, thick cock in her mouth and her lips wrapped hungrily around it. 

"Sara." I said simply, in surprise.

I should have stopped this, I should have pulled my cock out of Tina's mouth and dressed in shame; but so long not having Tina, made me do the exact opposite. With Tina still, and not truly reacting I moved my hands to both sides of her head. 

"Go to Aisha's room, Sara. You shouldn't have to see this, but me and your mom really need this." I said to Sara, holding her mother's head gently but firmly.

I began to pull Tina's head, and mouth back up and down my cock firmly, I wasn't forcing her as I could hear her humming again, and moaning around my cock.

"Seriously, you're still both going to keep going?" She asked surprised, but giggling even with such a sight in front of her. 

I nodded, and grunted as I slid Tina's mouth up and down my thick cock.

"Yeah, and if you don't go upstairs you'll soon be seeing your mother's jeans coming off, and much more than just this at the moment." I said, warning her of what was coming.

Tina was surprised, her eyes were on Sara but darting back and forth up to me.

"Seriously?" She asked surprised once more, and instead of telling her again I would show her.

My hands were sliding back down Tina's back, to the back of her jeans and began to tug them down her massive, firm rump of an arse. Slowly Sara saw her mom's bare ass on show, and giggling she turned and went back upstairs.

"Fine, whatever. Get it out of your systems." She said over her shoulders, before disappearing upstairs.

I pulled down her jeans now, to rest on the tops of her knees. As she was kneeling on the table, I was not going to be able to remove them fully.

"I'm going to fuck you Tina, Sara knows not to come down as we're down here. Let's move this to the couch." I said simply, and let my cock slip out of her mouth.

She looked up at me surprised.

"Even with Sara and Aisha upstairs? Sara just caught us." She said in a worried tone.

I smiled, and gently kissed her forehead.

"Come on, we have time for the moment - before they come back down and catch us." I said helping her slide gently off the table, onto her feet.

She slowly shuffled ahead of me into the lounge, with her jeans down around her knees; her large, sexy arse swung and swayed as she walked. We made it to the couch in the lounge, she almost fell onto it but I caught her. She stood in front of the black couch, and I knelt down to undo her trainers, before slipping them both off of her feet. She had pink ankle socks on her feet. I gently rolled down her denim jeans down to her feet, and slipped them off her feet with her help, and put them aside. 

Her jacket was in some state, with so much movement and frantic actions from both of us; so I helped her take it off, and put it on the coffee table. She was standing in just her blue top, and her black thong. She was breathing hard, panting even as her eyes bore into mine before dropping to my hard, erect cock between my legs.

"Jesus, I had trouble with that thing in my mouth; now you want to fuck me with it." She laughed, making the statement. 

"You're going to learn how to take me, from this day on-wards." I laughed and gently tugged at the bottom of her top.

She giggled, and put her arms up into the air to allow me to remove her top. As I slid it up her arms and off her head, she was wearing a matching black, french bra. The cups of the bra holding in her breasts, were large and her very breasts looked close to popping out of her cups. 

"You're complaining about my cock, look at the size of your tits. They're huge." I said laughing, allowing my hands to squeeze her boobs through the bra.

"Well we're well suited, like your cock, and you like my tits." She said with a grin, gently taking my erect cock into her hand, and began to stroke it.

She smiled, continuing to stroke my cock as I squeezed her breasts through her bra. 

"I've still got my bra, and knickers on. Why don't you get them off for me, and I'll get your t-shirt and bottoms off." She said with a smile.

I smiled and helped her get her bra off, allowing her big breasts to pop out and swing gently. I then felt her hands pulling down my bottoms fully, and I kicked them off. Next she pulled down my boxers, and they were soon off. As I knelt down, and slid down her thong I could swear her arse and pussy were sucking it in, as it came off with moistness on the crotch material. I pulled them off, and threw them aside not caring where they landed. I then felt her hands tugging at my t-shirt, and she pulled it off my head. Other than my own socks, and her pink ones; we were both naked. 

"I haven't been with a man for a while, James. I only ask you are patient with me, and when we're in sync, you can ravish me." She said gently with a smile, looking up at me.

"It's alright, the same is for me too. I haven't been with a woman in a while also, I will try to be patient baby." I said gently, moving towards her. 

She nodded, and gently put her arms out and we embraced; our warm, naked bodies touched softly. I felt her hard, erect nipples gently graze against my hairy chest, and she moaned at the sensation of the touch. My hands slid down her smooth, warm arms and pulled her into me, by her lower back. She grunted, but moaned in response, she was enjoying me toying with her. 

"I've had wet dreams about you, James. Fucking me like this, and making me your woman completely." She said with a smile, as I pressed my erect cock against her mound.

I smiled and gently lifted her off her feet, with both hands on her hips and quickly moved her over to the couch, and gently threw her down on her back on it. 

"Good thing, that I am going to let you relive that very dream; for real sweetheart." I said with a grin lifting her left leg wide open, to slid in between her thighs. 

I positioned my erect cock, at her gaping pussy and pressed inwards. Slowly I managed to slide my cock-head inside her. 

"Jesus, that isn't slow or patient. Fuck, you're opening me up." She moaned, swinging her head left to right slowly. 

With just my thick, cock-head inside her I began to push harder, and slid inside her gaping pussy. As more of my shaft slid inside, and disappeared in her pussy; she spread her legs wider for me, with a grunting sound from her clenched teeth. Her eyes were now closed tightly, and her body shivered as I slid my manhood deeper inside her body. 

"Make me feel loved, James. I'll love you back so much, make me feel loved for once." Tina said in a gentle voice, but she sounded quite relaxed. 

I leaned forward, still pushing almost three quarters of my rod inside her; to kiss her deeply on her open mouth. The kiss closed, and we slid our tongues into one another's wet mouths. 

"I'll make you feel loved, and I will love you every day if that's what you truly want Tina." I said kissing her deeply, as I bottomed out inside her; my entire hard cock buried inside her. 

We moved slowly together, our bodies pressed against one another; as I moved, she moved with me as I slid in and out of her snatch, slowly but firmly. As my thrusts became balanced, both firm yet slow my balls began to smack gently on her buttocks as I fucked Tina. She was moaning gently, at every strike my balls made against her firm, thick buttocks. My hands moved from her hips, and were now groping, and roughly mauling her breasts in my hands as I fucked her. 

"Oh you bad bastard! Play with my tits, and fuck me hard." She gasped, with her eyes clenched closed still.

I played along, and squeezed her tits roughly, rubbing her erect, hard nipples with the palms of my hands. I began to speed up my thrusts, and I was soon pounding Tina like a Bongo drum, her arse cheeks bouncing on my cock. This went on for a good few, solid minutes; eventually Tina was no longer moaning, but breathing heavily, and grunting in response to my thrusts. 

With her almost comatose from the hard fucking I was giving her, I quickly re-positioned her legs so they were pressed in close now; her knees pinned to her shoulders, making her an easier package to handle on the couch. 

I continued to pound her snatch with my cock, before feeling that sensation; my balls felt like they were on fire, and burning. This was it, I was close to exploding inside Tina and giving her my load of squirt and semen. I grunted, and this awoke Tina from her slumber. She was looking up at me, quite surprised at the new position she found her body in under me. Tina gently rubbed my chest, and grunting.

"Cum for me baby, give me your seed." She purred at me, with glazed eyes. 

I added fire to my performance, even with my impending explosion I began to speed up my final thrusts, making her body jerk and bounce on the couch.

"Here I cum Tina, for you." I grunted with a spasm of my neck, and with my cock fully buried inside her I stopped my movements and felt my balls tingle.

I grunted, and my balls let loose, and flooded Tina's wet, gaping snatch. It bellowed out of my cock, and I could feel Tina's pussy flood with both our juices, and slowly it began to leak out of her well, fucked pussy onto the couch. I was exhausted, and with a swipe of my hand I wiped my forehead clean of any sweat, and pulled back; sliding out of Tina. I looked down at Tina, who her herself was gasping for air, and recuperating from the fucking we had just performed. She was moist with sweat, looking up at me with a look I hadn't seen before, and it seemed unusual even to me.

I sat down on the floor, at the foot of the couch Tina was still laying on; and took the chance for a breath. 

"God, that was long awaited; and well fucking earned." Tina said with a gasping voice, as she slid along the couch and sat up on it. 

"Yeah, we did wait a while for it." I said with a laugh, picking up my boxers and using it to clean my cock, of any cum on it. 

I slowly stood to my feet, and Tina followed suit; she slid onto her feet and stood inches from me.

"You got more in there for me?" She said with a wink.

"Quite a bit more yeah, you want another go?" I asked her with a grin, and my cock began to harden and become erect once more. 

Tina smiled, and put her hands on her hips in a seductive pose.

"You going to make me take another go of you? You going to take me roughly?" She asked me.

This was her telling me that now was the time to be more assertive, and to dominate her now; we were both much more comfortable with the other sexually now.

"Maybe I will, maybe I'll make you suck my cock again, or just bend you over and fuck the shit out of you." I said moving closer to her, but she never flinched or backed away.

Tina smiled, and even stepped towards me with attitude.

"You ain't got the fucking balls to make me your bitch, I know it and so do you." She said with a grin, turning her back on me and purposefully presenting her sexy, firm arse to me.

I said nothing more and shoved my hand out towards the back of her head, and grabbed a hold of a handful of her hair, and shoved her forwards towards the couch once more. She followed my orders, and I forced her to bend over at her waist and rest her head on the cushion of the couch.

"Arse up in the fucking air, Tina." I said in a venomous tone, but I was giving her what she wanted, and what I also wanted as well.

Tina did without incident, raised her arse high in the air for me. I got behind her, skin to skin; and positioned my newly erect cock at her pussy again. Still holding her in place by a handful of her hair, I rammed my cock home inside her again.

"AAAGGGHHH UUUHHH!" Tina gasped, and her whole body shook.

"Keep your head on the cushion, bitch." I said simply, and let go of her hair.

I moved my free hands down to her waist, and holding it tightly I used it to leverage her body into my own, and began to fuck her like an animal. There was no apparent care, or love on show; as the fantasy we both had entailed none, so I was going to make this as real as possible. I pistol fucked Tina, so fast and hard the sounds our bodies made smacking, and clapping against one another were so loud I was sure Sara could hear us down here.

"Fuck me, you bastard." She grunted at me, as if in ecstasy herself.

Our bodies were warm, even hot to the touch pressed against the other's. I let my hands squeeze, and feel every inch of her body; from her buttocks, up to her breasts and even around her tummy to rub her clitoris as I fucked her senseless. Tina's hair flailed everywhere, from dangling in her face to literally covering it from my sight. It was an erotic sight, bent over the couch, face buried into the cushion and her arse high in the air for my access, her body moist with sweat and roasting hot to the touch. 

It was driving me on, to pummel her snatch with my cock as hard, and deep as I could muster. 

The moment of pure adrenaline, and surge of power was wearing off for Tina; she looked close to exhaustion, and collapsing as her head swayed along the couch.

"God, I can't keep this up baby. I'm so close to breaking in two, cum inside me quickly James." Tina growled at me, over her shoulders.

I moved my hands from her big, full breasts and down to her waist; I held firmly onto her hips, and continued to ram my full force into her rump, and her snatch between her womanly thighs. I felt that so very familiar tingling in my balls, and felt so close to exploding inside her wet, snatch. My balls, hell my entire body were on fire. 

"Ah fuck, here it cums Tina. My big, creamy load all inside you." I grunted, my body was dripping with sweat, as with one final thrust I was buried inside her dark, wet pussy. 

I clenched my eyes close tightly shut, and felt my balls drain and empty into her womb. I grunted like an animal, maybe a bear and growled as my liquid seed filled Tina's tight hole. I gasped, and blinked rapidly to clear my eyes of sweat that had dripped down from my forehead. I pulled back, releasing Tina's hips and fell back onto my knees on the carpet.

"Jesus Christ, this is truly insane with you." Tina managed to say with a growl, still shaking and her entire face hidden away with her hair. 

"You're telling me!" I said with a laugh, and wiped my face with my palm, wiping away my sweat.

"I have never had these urges so strong before, with anyone; except you Tina." I said with a whine.

Tina was still in her position, keeled over on the couch with her arse slightly lower than before, but still in the air. Her body was shining, with her beautiful dark skin the sweat was glistening on her skin. She gently swiped hair from her face, and looked over her shoulder at me. 

"You got to give me some time after you take me like that, I feel close to collapsing." Tina said with a strained giggle, as she slid from the couch back to sitting on it. 

Once again I picked up my soiled, dirty boxers and wiped my cock clean of any cum and mess. 

"Sara must be upstairs, too afraid to come down and catch us back at it again." Tina said with a heartfelt laugh.

I smiled back, and stood to my feet wearily; afraid I could go falling from my own degree of exhaustion. I slowly approached Tina, and leaned down to kiss her on her open mouth deeply, but as loving as I could show her. 

"I love you, Tina." I said as I broke the kiss with her. 

"I love you too, James." She said with a happy, gleeful smile.

We just looked into each other's tiresome, weary eyes and Tina gently cupped my head in her hands, kissing, even pecking me on the cheeks and lips.

"Is this how powerful, how raw it's going to be sexually with you?" She asked me gently, still holding my face as I was still standing over her.

"Pretty much." I said with a smile.

Tina giggled, and kissed me again lovingly on my mouth.

"I never knew you were so passionate, loving maybe but far from this; I could never imagine you would be so - perfect, in every aspect. For me at the least." Tina said with a warm voice, looking into my eyes deeply. 

"Neither did I, but if you really do like it; then it's fine." I said with a smile, and kissed her again on the mouth.




A Father Must Do His Best Ch. 03



"I never imagined, you would ever be interested in a woman like me; older than most girls out there. I'm not much to look at also, I would never imagine you would ever give me a second glance on the street." Tina said cradling my head, looking into my eyes.

"Why would you even think that, sweetheart?" I asked her, gently rubbing her dark, wild hair.

"We're still different to some people out there, just because our skin color. Most people would laugh, or talk behind our backs about us." Tina said gently, the smile she held was wavering slowly.

I gently cupped her face in return, and we looked deeply into one another's eyes.

"I don't care what anyone thinks, I adopted Aisha and people stared, and some even talked about it behind my back; I didn't care what any of them thought about it. Now if other people want to talk about us, about this we have; let them. It won't change how I feel about you, or anything like that." I said gently rubbing my thumb tenderly across her cheek.

"I'm not beautiful, I'm far from it; I'm probably not even up there with most girls out there." Tina said gently, her eyes looking away from me as I held her.

I slid gently down to my knees on the carpet, and held her face gently, cupping her cheeks.

"You are beautiful to me, you're perfect to me. I don't want some giddy girl, fresh out of College who I see no future with, no true feelings for her. I do not want that, I had chances for that when I was kid. I wanted a woman, a proper woman in my life. One who would love me, and me in turn would love her back fully. I've found her Tina, and it's you. You take me for who I am, you don't want to change me, you like what I am to you. You are who I want, you're who I've been searching for, you're the one I gave up on finding. Now you're here, I didn't find you; you found me. I want you, Tina. In my life, in Aisha's life; with me." I said kissing her tentatively on her mouth.

"Even though we're not the same skin color, i'm black and you're white. You still want me?" She asked me, uncertain of what my answer would be.

Sensing her uncertainty, and knowing she was hanging on my answer to her sincere question; I just smiled warmly.

"You don't get to choose who you fall in love with; black, white, or Asian. You fall in love with who you're meant to be with, and that's you and me. I find you stunning, beautiful and lovely. You're just, well you're my dream woman Tina. There is no other way to put it, I want you. Whatever color skin we have, I don't care about it. That's old, rotten views. I never had them, and I won't let them dictate who I am supposed to be with." I said pulling her gently towards me, and kissed her once more.

Tina simply smiled, and looked close to tears as we kissed again. Her hands gently rubbed my cheeks, as we held the embrace.

"Ryan always told me, that I was old and haggard. That no man would ever want me, that he was the only man willing to take me, as if he was providing me a service for being with me; a form of charity. Every time we ate out, when I decided to wear something nice for the evening, he would laugh and tell me I looked ugly, and disgusting. He even told me to stick to sweat pants, and loose tops because I was so ugly to look at, he made me feel worthless." Tina told me as tears began to swell in her eyes, and she tried to move her face from my hands, as if ashamed she was crying in front of me. 

I gently held her, and she stopped trying to move her face away from mine.

"Hey, let me be clear; fuck Ryan. If he didn't see how lucky he was to have been with you in the first place, then it's his loss that you're with me now. I mean if he never ever complimented you for your beauty, your loving personality and your caring nature; then he can go to fucking hell can't he. I will do everything he chose to never do for you, I will compliment you as often as I can on how beautiful you are, how loving you are; all of it. If he made it clear, that to kiss you was a service he was providing then he was never worth the time of day; except to have Sara. The only service he provided you with, was a beautiful daughter. You are amazing Tina, and I will make that clear to you every single day we're together." I said, allowing her a few moments for what I said to sink in.

She was smiling, beaming even with tears welling in her eyes, and gently dripping down onto her cheeks and lips. 

"I love you James, so much. I can't believe any of this, but I will for you." Tina wept, and pulled her face from my hands before shoving it into my chest, for comfort. 

I smiled, and gently rubbed her hair and neck to comfort her as she nestled her head on my chest. I gently kissed the top of her head lovingly, and held her. I lost track of how long we simply held one another, but eventually we both dressed, and helped one another. I helped her pull her jeans back onto her legs, and we sat together on the couch together. We snuggled, and kissed as we talked about what we had planned for the next few days together. We both heard footsteps on the stairs, and slowly Sara descended down the steps, with Aisha behind her. Aisha's hair was a mess, and she looked like a zombie; half asleep still as she rubbed her face. Aisha was still in her plain, grey PJ's and Sara was wearing a pair of Aisha's jeans and a red top. 

"Are you both decent?" Sara asked with a giggle, covering her eyes as she entered the lounge.

Tina and me both laughed, telling her we were both finished and properly dressed. Aisha was half-asleep, and rubbing her eyes trying to wake herself up. Sara removed her hands from her eyes, and smiled as she saw me holding her mother in a warm, embrace on the couch. It wasn't a really sexual embrace, as I held Tina around her waist as she sat on the couch ahead of me. 

"Good, I can't get the image out of my head yet of what I saw you both up to." Sara said with a giggle, sitting down across from us on the other couch. 

Aisha sat down next to Sara, and looked up at me with Tina.

"Dad, about last night. I just wanted to apologize for what happened, we took a risk and it could have been much worse if you weren't home." Aisha said, looking over at me with a tired, but guilty expression on her face. 

I nodded, still holding Tina and spoke.

"It's alright, you're both safe and nothing happened. But you both need to stop taking these chances, you don't go to these clubs on your own. You go as a group of friends, and keep an eye on each other's drinks and just look after one another. You both went there last night, and did none of what I taught you both to do. If you cannot do that now, then you need to be much more careful until you both learn what to do. Myself and Tina do not want anything to happen, to either of you. The lucky coincidence was that last night I was home, and dealt with it. That coincidence might not be there the next time, and things could be far worse." I told them both, sounding like an overprotective father to both of them, as I held Sara's mother.

Sara and Aisha both went quiet, but nodded in agreement as I felt Tina squeeze my hand gently resting on her knee.

"We're sorry." Sara said gently, her head low.

I nodded, and sighed.

"It's alright, now look me and Tina were planning to go for lunch today. We want to take you both out, so Aisha go get dressed and Sara can you help her. She looks close to falling asleep again." I said in a gentle tone.

"Alright, dad." Aisha said gently, and they both stood up to go upstairs.

As they both went upstairs, Tina gently craned her head and kissed me on the mouth.

"Thank you, for keeping an eye out for Sara last night. You're in my life, James. I hope you want me in yours and Aisha's." Tina said gently.

I smiled and kissed her back.

"Of course I do, you are a part of our lives." I said, and we both held each other as we waited for the girls to come back, and watched some afternoon television.



(Please guys and gals, comment and give me any feedback or ideas you have. If this is a well liked series, I'll continue it but I need to know what direction to take it in as long as it doesn't involve INCEST. All feedback is appreciated.)



A Father Must Do His Best Ch. 04



 (Again to reiterate this story is NOT an incest story, and it will not become one - it is about parental love between a father and daughter after she turns 18, and the romantic relationship of the father with another female character to be introduced. I will not turn this into a seedy, vulgar story about the father and daughter. This introduction is to set the situation, and the parental love the pair have for one another, which adds focus for the romantic relationship he later has with a woman. All characters are 18 years old, or older.)

(This chapter is told from two perspectives; Aisha and her father James.) 

~Aisha~

Another week had passed since that night me and Sara came close to being attacked, but by God's good grace my father was home, and he saved us. He helped force the men to leave, and with Sara's help he cared for me. I had come so close to being raped that night, being so drunk I wouldn't have been able to stop them, but Sara was sober as she hadn't drank their suspicious drinks.

I owed my father more respect, for what he had done for us - and according to Sara, he finally got some pleasure from Tina, and had finally fucked her, or perhaps made love. Sara had said it was very heavy and hot between them, it wasn't just fucking - it was passion finally spilling over. Tonight, a week since they had made love - me and him were home alone, as Tina and Sara had gone to her sister's to see her baby. 

He was planning to see Tina tomorrow, once she got home with Sara; but tonight we were watching some comedy film on Netflix together. We were sat on the couch just relaxing, I was wearing some baggy PJ bottoms, and matching vest both in the color of light pink. Sadly my dad was stressed, he had arrested a notorious drug dealer earlier in the week, and it was a nasty arrest he told me. 

He accused my dad of stealing drugs, that he had on his person when he was arrested. Of course it was only my dad's word against him, there were no more officers on the scene at the time of the arrest so he was fearing an interview with Complaints, who would be ripping at his story from all angles.

My dad didn't deserve to suffer like this, for doing his job. I wanted to help him, prove this drug dealer was lying to the Police; but even I knew there was only so much I could do for him. 

"So if he still sticking to his story?" I asked him, turning to face my dad on the couch next to me.

He was drinking heavily tonight, he had already gone through several cans of Beer. Being that it was one of his nights off shift, he was wearing his own grey sweat pants and t-shirt, and his eyes were glazed as he turned to face me.

"Yeah, pretty much. He accuses me of stealing about a quarter of his stash he had on him at the time, about £150 worth of Heroin. He didn't even have that much on him, that day. He had less than £60 at my best guess. The fucking prick is accusing me of being bent, a bent Copper. I've never been bent, I've never taken a fucking bribe ever in my life." He told me, hiccuping as he finished his latest can of Fosters Lager. 

"Dad, I know you're not corrupt. I've seen you do your job for over eighteen years now, I've never seen you take a quid off of anyone, otherwise I would have known. Nothing will come from their investigation, I mean wasn't there any CCTV that caught the arrest?" I asked him, turning my body slightly towards him.

He sighed, emptying the can of Lager before putting it on the floor beside the couch.

"Nope, CCTV was on the nearby street but it never caught anything of what actually happened, sadly." He said burping gently.

I sighed, no luck finding some simple solution to his problem; but if I had thought of CCTV, it was more than likely they had thought of it first being they were the Police.

"I'm fucked really, this isn't the first complaint I've had this year. I also got a complaint for being too forceful with that fella in February." My dad said opening another can of Lager, he was drinking it as if it was water.

I sighed again, remembering what my dad told me about the guy in February; John Tyler, a despised sexual beast who had gotten off recent charges of raping a woman, when she refused to give evidence at the trial.

"Dad he was a bloody rapist, he fought you when you arrested him back in February; he didn't get anywhere with his claim did he?" I asked him, turning and holding my can of Pepsi.

He sighed, and sipped at his Lager in his hand.

"No, he dropped it eventually; but it followed me nevertheless. It's still on my file, and it's been dogging me since it happened - I was even told by the Chief Superintendent that if I got another complaint then I was not going to get put through for Detective training." He said, his voice flat and emotionless. 

It was hurting him, he had always had aspirations to be made a detective.

"Anyway, forget about it; I'll deal with it." He said, pushing the topic aside not wanting to talk anymore about it. 

"Dad, you're a good man. Tina knows it, so does Sara; and of course I do too. The complaint won't go anywhere, you're not like that, I know it." I said trying to comfort him.

I went quiet as he said nothing more, and we sat watching the television some more. After a few minutes I spoke up again.

"So when are you seeing, Tina?" I asked him gently.

He turned to me, and smiled; even thinking about her somehow made him happy.

"Tomorrow, she's with Sara seeing their niece at their sister's place tonight." He said grinning like a Cheshire cat.

I laughed gently, making him look at me.

"So tell me, was what Sara told me, true?" I asked him, remembering what Sara told me about what she had seen them both up to a week ago.

He looked at me shocked, and his smile widened.

"What you, going on about?" He asked me.

I laughed, rubbing my tummy gently as the Pepsi was giving me tummy aches.

"You know what I'm going on about, Tina going down on you, on our kitchen table." I said grinning, my words were facts that I knew to be true.

My dad smiled, and grinned.

"What you mean, going down on me?" He asked me, bloody well knowing what I meant.

"Sucking you off, on our kitchen table." I told him with a grin, not afraid to go all out there.

He almost spat his Beer out, and had to put it on our coffee table to speak.

"I think you've seen too many of those films, on the internet." He said smiling, turning to look at the television again.

I laughed, how my dad spoke of Porn made me laugh, trying to still act like my dad as he talked about it.

"Whatever, Sara told me everything. I cannot believe, you both waited a whole week before just going for it." I said with a giggle, trying to contain myself.

"She didn't see everything, we got up to." My dad said defensively.

I opened my eyes as wide as they could go, as if amazed that there was more than Sara had seen.

"Everything? What the hell did you both get up to, when she came back upstairs?" I asked him in a fit of giggles.

My dad was in shock, but managed to smile.

"I'm not saying, anything more." He said smiling away.

I smiled, and drank more of beverage.

"Dad, can I ask you something? It's nothing inappropriate, I've just always wondered." I said, asking my dad another question I had for him.

He looked at me, his smile still there but a more serious expression.

"Sure, what is it?" He asked me, drinking his Beer once again.

I had to tread carefully here, I didn't really know what his reaction would be to my question.

"Well, I was wondering; even though you were with Ella and Rachel; both white women. You never seemed to hit it off with them, nor were you very physically close to them if you understand me." I said gently, watching how I phrased the question. My dad gave a incomprehensible stare, not understanding what I was referring to.

"I mean you never were very attracted to them, even Rachel when I first met her seemed attracted to you, more than you to her. What I'm asking is, I've seen how attracted you are to Tina, from what Sara told me. I've seen you watch her, like she is really what you would consider sexy, or attractive. I'm asking dad, if you have a specific type of women; black or non-white women?" I asked him, throwing my question into the open.

"Where has this come from?" He asked me truly baffled.

I sighed.

"Dad, it's just something I've noticed. When were out you're checking out black girls, mixed-race girls and even Latin women, I remember you couldn't stop ogling that black girl a few years ago, when you took me to the London Eye, she was in front of us wearing that nice, purple dress. Your eyes wouldn't leave her, you continued to check her out; had you had some courage in you, then you would have gone over to speak to her. But you didn't. I'm just saying, I see the type of women you like; and Tina is the perfect woman for you, in all ways." I told my dad.

"It's sort of true, with Rachel and Ella; I only tried with them because you were right, I had to find a woman. I didn't find myself, as sexually or physically attracted to either of them as I do feel to Tina. It's been something that has been going on since I was born, I always liked black women, or mixed race women. I even fancied my History teacher in my teenage years, she was a beautiful Jamaican woman. She was stunning, just fucking stunning. From that day on, it was always my way; I was never interested in blondes, or most white women out there. But I did want black women, mixed-race women, even Hispanic women. I was like a dog, sniffing after most of them in my classes. There was a girl, Aasiya. She was a beautiful Somalian girl, born and bred here in Britain." My dad went on to explain his life.

"We dated for a few weeks, almost three months before she had to leave for another school nearby. It was amazing, just holding her in my arms was intoxicating. To kiss her felt like my entire body was on fire, and waiting to be released; an energy inside me. Now I feel it, ten times more stronger with Tina; than it did with Aasiya. I think, I'm in love with Tina; no, I know I am." He said, and smile spread across his lips as he watched me.

"Tina is one lucky girl, you found her then." I said giggling, almost dropping my Pepsi.

"I hope she thinks she is, because I definitely am to be with her." He said grinning away.

I smiled, re-positioning myself on the couch beside him.

"So with Ella, and Rachel; was it forced?" I asked him.

He looked at me, and then down at his hands as if searching for the right answer.

"To be honest, yeah. It was forced, I liked them but the spark, the flame was never there. I guess I led them around, when I should have been honest with them the moment I met them." My dad said, admitting guilt for something he never really did intentionally against them.

I nodded, understanding how conflicted he was. 

"Then Tina must know, she must know how much you truly want her, to be with her." I said assuming that Tina, had seen tell-tale signs of my father's true, wanton lust for her.

He nodded, as he finished his Beer and continued to watch the television; his nod was the sign that Tina did know something was there. We watched a re-run of Game of Thrones, a show we watched together; we even owned the books, and I regularly re-read them waiting for the next book, as did my dad. An hour passed, and he looked close to falling asleep; it wasn't a surprise as it was nearly 10pm.

"So dad, where are you taking Tina tomorrow for your date?" I asked him, smiling as a daughter would.

My dad woke gently from falling into a nap, and smiled.

"Not sure yet, I don't know much about this dating lark really." He said grinning.

I smiled, and remembered that during the ad break there was the trailer of The Hunger Games: Catching Fire, and remembered that Sara had gone to see the first film with her mom. Tina really enjoyed it, and was planning to go and see it with Sara. But if my dad took her to see it, then Sara and me could hang out; leaving them both alone, to vent their sexual frustrations and actually be romantic together.

"Well Sara says that Tina, wanted to go see the new Hunger Games film. Well she was going to go and see it with Sara, but if you took her I think she would appreciate the gesture; knowing what she likes to do, as a couple." I told him, offering an idea.

My dad smiled.

"You sure, about this?" He asked me.

I nodded, with a wide grin on my face as I pushed some hair from my face.

"Yeah, she would really appreciate the gesture if you took her to go and see it. Sara says she's a big fan of it, like were fans of Game of Thrones. She'll love the idea, dad." I told him, with a smile, almost as excited over their relationship as they were themselves.

"Hmm I guess so, I mean I haven't been to the cinema in a while. Alright, I'll take her tomorrow." He said smiling, like a happy teenager being allowed to kiss a girl for the first time.

"And, why not offer to take her away the next time you have a few days off work. Go take her up north, Maybe to Manchester, or somewhere; book into a hotel and enjoy more than just a few hours together. Actually spend a night together." I said also offering up another suggestion, that I knew my dad would really like the sound of.

"Why a trip away, in a hotel?" He asked me, confusion evident on his face.

I smiled, and craned my head gently as if to point out his lack of initiative.

"Dad, if you actually spent two nights together over a weekend; I think you'd become much more closer with one another, and have some private fun together. Remember, big double bed." I said rolling my eyes at him.

My dad laughed so hard, I was surprised but smiled right back.

"Ah true enough, a big double bed for two nights would be ideal." He said and finished his Lager, putting it aside.

I smiled, and stood from the couch grabbing my dad's hand and pulling him from the couch.

"Come on, give her a call and ask her now; plus tell her to just come over tomorrow, and you can take her to the cinema." I said with a grin, like a excited child would be on Christmas day. 

I was just happy my dad had someone finally, and I was going to make sure he took every opportunity to be with her. I managed to pull him to the phone, and stood aside watching as he called Tina. There was a brief conversation, and I feared his face would drop losing his smile, if he found she was too busy tomorrow to spend the day with him. But he continued to smile as he spoke to her over the phone.

"Alright, love. I'll see you tomorrow at 12, I love you." He said finishing, before ending the call, and putting down the phone.

I smiled, and was twirling my leg as I watched him.

"Well, what did she say?" I asked him intrigued. He was grinning madly, leaning against the wall behind him.

"She's up for the cinema, and she think's that next weekend she'll be free to go away for two nights until Sunday if you, or Sara sleep over together. So you're both safe, and such. Both of you either here, or at Tina's place." He said smiling away.

The idea made sense, since the scare that happened last week I didn't want to be staying at home alone; with Sara it would be company, and would be nice.

"Alright, we can sleep over here together. We'll watch Netflix and stuff, make a weekend of it." I said, agreeing to Tina's terms of her going away with my dad.

He was beaming, hell he was smiling as if he was on glue and he pulled me in and gave me a big, fatherly bear hug.

"I love you so much, sweetheart. I owe you for this, I'll make sure the house is stocked up with food and snacks for you both." He said smiling.

"Well just make the most of tomorrow with her, and next weekend; you're a couple, not just having some fun together." I said setting him a goal, and aim.

He smiled and agreed, and we both settled down to the rest of the Game of Thrones on the television, before heading to bed. I was happy, and fell asleep very quickly.

~James~

The next day came, and after Aisha pushing me to call Tina she agreed to come over; and I would take her to see a film at the cinema. It was almost mid-day, and I was sat on the coach waiting for her to come around. I was dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a matching blue shirt and my boots. I was dressing for the day out with Tina. Aisha came into the lounge, from the kitchen smiling away dressed in her own jeans, and matching blouse, with her hair put up into a ponytail.

"Dad, relax. She'll be here, she's not going to cancel. She would have called you earlier today, and she hasn't do relax." She told me with a friendly smile.

I tried to calm my nerves, I was worried indeed if she was going to cancel. Soon enough, a few moments passed and the door bell rang.

"Go get it, she's waiting for you." Aisha said smiling, sitting down on the couch to watch something on the television.

I smiled smugly, and went from the lounge to our front door, and opened it by the knob. As I opened it, I saw Tina fully. She was stunning, standing in the daylight she was wearing a loose, black top with long sleeves, over a matching long skirt, that stopped only a few inches above her ankles. She was looking very modest, yet still stunning. I could see she was wearing black flat-sole shoes, and some form of nylons on her legs. She was smiling wearing a pair of cute, spectacles on her nose, black and sleek in design. 

"Hey, you ready to go to the cinema?" She asked me grinning, even twirling slightly by her waist.

I smiled and looked her up and down in a very obvious way, being playful.

"Yeah pretty much, you look good enough to eat." I said grinning.

Tina grinned.

"Pack it in, wait until we get to the cinema." Tina said with a giggle.

"Let's go, we'll get the next showing of Catching Fire." I said stepping out, and closed the door behind me.

I stepped beside Tina, and slipped my hand into hers; as she waited for it, her hand open. She closed it around mine, and we left for my car parked up along the curb outside. I opened her door, and helped her in before getting in on my side of the car, before starting the engine. As I pulled out from the curb of the street, I began to drive down the street to get onto the main road leading to the cinema. As I drove, I felt Tina's hand gently squeeze my thigh through my jeans.

"I'm really happy that you've taken more of an interest in me, I was sort of worried we would only be seeing each other once a week. I really like you, I mean I'm in love with you. I just didn't want to push you into spending more time with me." Tina said gently, smiling.

"Tina, angel I was worried that you were busy and stuff. You know with your sister and stuff." I said gently, as I drove.

She smiled and gently rubbed my thigh.

"I'm just happy you're doing this, you really want to go for a weekend away with me next week?" She asked me gently.

I smiled and as we stopped at a set of red, traffic lights I leaned in and kissed her without warning. She moaned gently and pressed back for a few moments, before I pulled back.

"Yes, a whole weekend. I was thinking we'd go to the coast, for the weekend and stay at a hotel. We would go out and see the town, maybe Brighton or Blackpool. We'd have some time, without my Aisha and your Sara catching us doing anything." I said with a wink, turning the car down onto the main street.

"Hmm I haven't been away for a trip in a long time, at least not without Sara or my sister; a long time since a man took me." Tina giggled, she was eighteen years old in spirit, being so ecstatic.

I smiled, and soon enough the cinema we were going to was only ten minutes away by car, and we soon pulled up into the car park, and parked up. I was about to get out of the car, when Tina leaned over and sliding her hand up my chest she rested it on my collarbone gently, and kissed me deeply. She slid her tongue into my mouth, and gently rubbed my collarbone as we sat in the car. She was kissing me passionately, and so I slid one of my hands across the gap between our seats, around her waist. She moaned as I pulled her closer.




A Father Must Do His Best Ch. 04



We were kissing quite openly, early afternoon in a busy car park yet I still tried it on.

"Pull your skirt up, high up around your waist." I said as I quickly broke the kiss, before restarting it again.

She was moaning, but I think she was trying to say something; so I gently took her other hand and placed it with mine on top, on the skirt. She didn't do it immediately, so I gently made her hand bunch up some of the material of the skirt into her hand, and pulled it up with my hand doing the guiding. She was moaning again into my mouth as we kissed, but holding her hand I pulled her skirt high, exposing her legs more, and it was clear she was wearing black nylon.

More of her legs, and before too long her upper thighs were exposed; she was wearing black tights, slightly see-through in the daylight. There were some slight designs on them, around her upper thighs; they were flower designs. Nice pair of tights to wear for today, I thought. The skirt rose higher, and now her inner thighs were on show, only a few inches away from exposing her crotch. She was moaning harder and harder into my mouth, with her hand pressing and rubbing my shoulder now.

Just a few more inches, the skirt rose higher and then I could see it clearly in the light. Her crotch, smooth and clearly visible; she was wearing light panties, the crotch of them were visible through the tights. They were pulled tightly up against her mound, and clearly she was wet. She suddenly broke the kiss, and gasping she spoke.

"James, we'll get caught." She said in ragged breath.

I smiled, and without warning I suddenly grabbed her crotch with my hand and squeezed. She gasped and moaned.

"We better get inside, or we'll not get a seat." I said grinning, and slowly let her skirt drop to cover her legs and crotch once more.

She slowly composed herself once more, and opening her door she stepped out. I did the same, and locked the car as she walked in line with me towards the cinema entrance. Slowly her hand slid into mine, on her own accord and I looked at her; she was hot and heavy, her forehead was gently prickled with moisture. She was breathing hard, and trying to make sure her skirt was low enough to cover her. 

"I was so close to pulling your cock out, in the car." She said in a low voice.

I smiled and squeezed her hand.

"I was so close to fucking you there and then, in your seat." I said grinning.

She breathed hard, and wiped her forehead with her hand and smiled like a giddy school girl.

"Jesus, I can only imagine what this weekend of ours is gonna be like." Tina said with a moan.

"You'll enjoy it, trust me." I said with a smile, and we were soon in the main hallway of the cinema, queuing up for our tickets. 

There was quite a queue, and it wasn't a surprise since Catching Fire had only been in the cinema for a week, so people were jumping to see the sequel. We soon got to the front, and bought our tickets. Two adult tickets, and made our way to the snack counter. We didn't wait around for too long, and ordered a large Popcorn with two medium drinks, and made our way to the screen the film was being shown in.

We found our seats, as we quietly made our way to the back row, which was completely empty; which assured me that we could have some fun, without being seen. As we sat down, Tina gently grazed my hand with hers and we put our snacks in their holders in our seats. As we held each other's hands, we watched some trailers for coming movies, and kept quiet for everyone else in the screen. We simply exchanged some stares, and smiles as the lights of the screen went out. The back row where we were sat was still empty, so that was good. All of a sudden, Tina stood and looked to be going to the toilets before the film began.

"You going to the bathroom babe, it's alright there are still some more trailers." I said reassuring her, that she wouldn't miss any of the film.

"It's alright, I am just going to get more comfortable in my seat." She said, staring at the screen.

She did something that baffled me, but I was happy about. She moved directly in front of me, with her back to me and whispered.

"Close your legs, I want to sit in your lap." She said in a whisper, and without waiting for me to do that she sat backwards down into my lap, and I quickly closed my legs.

"Are you sure, babe?" I asked her surprised.

She turned her head slightly and smiled.

"Do you want me to sit, like this?" She asked me innocently.

I nodded, and smiled.

"Good, then I am sure." She said in a whisper again and settled in my lap.

There was nothing happening with her in my lap at first, the film started and she didn't move, but that didn't stop me from getting a raging hard-on that was pressed up against her bum right at that moment. She still managed to lean over to pick up food we had bought, but she picked up my drink and as she did it; her bum pressed harder into my cock. I was like a piece of steel piping in my pants, right at that moment. 

"You comfortable?" She asked me, slurping on my drink.

I moaned hard, but tried to compose myself.

"Yeah, I am baby." I managed to say.

"Do you mind if I get more comfortable, babe?" She asked me in her sweet voice, as a whisper.

I grunted, meaning for her that was yes.

She moved around in my lap, I thought it was just to tease me when she lifted her skirt up from behind her and before too long the skirt was hiked up, bunched up around her waist. Even in the dark I could see just a glint of her light colored panties, under her tights. They were illuminated in the light from the screen, but only the bottom tip of her crotch was visible; the rest was covered by her skirt. This however posed a fresh new challenge, her bare bottom other than her tights and panties was now pressed against my hard-on, and I slowly felt my bulge settle snugly, between her doughy cheeks. These tights weren't doing much for her modesty, except making things harder for me. 

"Is your cock hard, babe?" She asked me, over her shoulder winking at me.

"You tease, sit up I want to pull your tights down." I said with a grin, this was what I wanted.

Tina winked, and moaned.

"But you'll want to fuck me, so hard that I'll be bouncing up and down your big cock." She said in a lusty, whisper.

"Yeah exactly, so let's get those tights down." I said with a grunt.

She slowly slid up, and hovered a few inches above my lap; I quickly began to undo my jeans and pull my thick, hard cock out so it was standing to attention, before grasping for the waistband of her tights. Quickly, I pulled them down showing me her beautiful, dark buttocks other than the cream panties between her cheeks. I quickly pulled the panties down, and allowed them to settle above her tights around her knees. 

"Sit on it, it'll slide inside you easily." I said with a grin.

Tina lowered herself down on my cock, as I held my cock by my shaft and slowly I felt my cock slide inside her in silence; as she lowered herself onto my hard, prick. A few seconds later I was buried, balls deep inside her pussy. 

"Ah you're inside me, James. Fuck you're cock is buried inside me, I've never felt this thrill like this before. In a busy cinema, my boyfriend fucking me. God yes, I'm your woman James. Fuck me, now." She said as a purr, in a whisper as to not alert anyone.

I slid my hand up her back gently, and took a firm hold of her hair and pulled on it tightly; not painful but it was to emphasize my passion for her.

"I do own you, you're my woman Tina. I love you very much, all I want is to be with you. Slide up and down your man's cock, because this is what you'll be getting every day if you're with me." I moaned.

Tina slowly slid up and down my cock, my cock sliding in and out of her snatch as she rode me; it was a sight, but the film was so loud no one could hear her low moans, and our whispers.

"I'm riding my boyfriend's, big hard cock. I'm riding him, I have a beautiful, handsome boyfriend. This is all a dream, it has to be." Tina said gasping, and moaning. 

I removed my hand from her hair, and laid back allowing her to lay back against me, as we fucked. To do this, Tina was able to spread her legs more and her bum spread more, as it smacked against my balls and crotch.

"It's not a dream for you, this has to be a dream for me. To be so fucking lucky, to have you Tina. I have dreamed about this for so long, a woman like you; now I have you." I grunted in response. Tina craned her neck to look at me over her shoulder, and kissed me deeply before adding her own word.

"You're not dreaming, neither of us are. I am your woman James, your soul mate, your love." She gasped in a whisper, as I knew she was close to cumming. 

To help her I slid one of my hands around to her front, and found her pussy with a wisp of healthy hair above her slit. I soon found her clitoris, and began to flick it, rub it and pinch it to help her reach her orgasm. 

"Oh baby, it's too much; I am going to explode. Shit, yes give me more." Tina grunted, as her body rocked more, as she rode my cock.

"Cum for me, squirt all over the floor so your tights don't get wet; even if they do you can take them off before we leave." I said, grunting myself as I used my other hand to hold her hip.

She was panting, getting louder and even over the sounds of the film she would soon be heard by someone.

"I'm going to scream, cover my mouth baby. I want to feel myself, cum all over you." She told me, breathing like a ragged animal.

This was her warning me, that she wouldn't be able to contain herself if she was to reach her orgasm; she was going to bring the attention of everyone in the screen to us fucking. I slid my hand from her hip up to her neck, and as she was laid back against me I slid my hand easily over her mouth, tightly. Her moans were now muffled, but their tempo and volume rose as she thought with my hand there no one would hear her.

"HHHMMMPPPPHHH!" Was what I could feel against my hand, and hear slightly even though it was low.

I didn't need to ask her if she had reached her orgasm, as her body slowed and I felt her juices squirt out; coating my cock, legs and crotch. 

"HHHMMMPPPHHHH-" She continued to moan, but it was going lower and lower in tempo as her orgasm overtook her body, and the tiredness set into her body.

"It's alright, I've got you. Lay back, I've got hold of you." I said gently whispering into her ear.

She moaned, but gently nodded and laid back more until my chest connected with her back, she was literally laying back first onto me. As her orgasm had passed, I didn't have to fear she was going to scream or moan loudly, so I slid my hand from her mouth.

"Cum inside me, James. Give me a big, thick load baby." She purred, but it sounded distant; as the tiredness was in her voice.

I wasn't going to argue there, and held both my arms like a bear hug around her waist holding her in place; so she didn't fall off of my lap. Seeing as I was in full possession of her tired, limp body as she was getting her breath back; I decided to try a new position to help me cum quickly. I slid her up out of my lap, but with my cock still inside her I stood as well behind her; and shuffled with her forwards until she was resting over the back of the chair in front of mine. Doggy-style time.

"Someone will see-" Tina said, in a hazed tone as if she was barely able to speak.

"Let them, I love you too much to stop now - they can catch my cock balls deep inside you for all I care, baby." I said and pressing against her again, she shuffled forwards under her head hung over the back of the chair ahead of me.

I began to fuck her in earnest, luckily it was a scene with a loud musical score playing; so that covered up the sounds of my balls and crotch smacking against her firm, ass cheeks. Her low audible gasps and moans, were music to my ears; but she was low enough no one could hear us. I moved one hand from her waist to her chest, and began to squeeze, and roughly fondle her breasts through her top.

I felt my balls were on fire, and tingling; I was going to erupt inside Tina's womb. 

"Here I cum baby, all for you; yes here I cum." I grunted, slightly louder than usual.

I grunted, and bit down, to drown out my grunting and my balls emptied, filling Tina's pussy with my thick, hot white cream. I hadn't had sex in a few days so I had a lot of semen in my balls, so it wasn't a surprise my cum began to drool and drip out of her slit spread widely around my cock. Her lower body began to slouch, her legs were weak and she looked like she was going to fall backwards, so I wrapped my arms around her waist once more and as my semen dripped out of her pussy, onto us both, I sat back down and brought her down onto my lap.

"You came a lot babe-" Tina began to say in dream-state whisper, and was breathing heavily, so I cradled her as we both still had our clothes partially off.

"You're the root of there being so much of it, you drive me crazy; and a few days without sex, with you does build up a lot of semen in me." I said with a grin and gently kissed her exposed, moist neck.

The rest of the film played on, and Tina occasionally woke to see some scenes, but she seemed knackered out, and tired out to actually stay awake. I was content, holding her beautiful, body in my arms, in my lap even. I was going to have more fun with her, once she woke up.

*

(Please guys and gals, comment and give me any feedback or ideas you have. If this is a well liked series, I'll continue it but I need to know what direction to take it in as long as it doesn't involve INCEST. All feedback is appreciated.) 



A Father Must Do His Best Ch. 05



(Again to reiterate this story is NOT an incest story, and it will not become one - it is about parental love between a father and daughter after she turns 18, and the romantic relationship of the father with another female character to be introduced. I will not turn this into a seedy, vulgar story about the father and daughter. This introduction is to set the situation, and the parental love the pair have for one another, which adds focus for the romantic relationship he later has with a woman. All characters are 18 years old, or older.)

(This chapter is told from two perspectives; Aisha, her father James and his new girlfriend Tina.)



~Aisha~


It had been a few days since my father had taken Tina, for a date at the Cinema and had made plans for the next weekend to go away together. It was all that kept him going, following his torturous investigation by Complaints, for the allegation made against him by the drug dealer he had dealt with. 

Complaints had sent out one of their people, to interview my dad during the week. At times I worried he would cancel the trip with Tina, because of the stress of the investigation; but on Thursday, a day after his interview he came home smiling after a morning shift. He told me the drug dealer had dropped his allegation, after Complaints had found not evidence of wrong-doing by my father in his duties.

Sara had told me that Tina was really excited about the trip, and I feared my dad would break her heart by canceling it - but he seemed happy now the investigation was over. He seemed to be thinking about the trip with Tina, with much more interest. Sara had also told me, that her mother had something special planned for my dad when they were alone together - I did wonder what my dad was going to get from Tina. I knew it was something perhaps sexual, Sara told me that her mom had gone shopping for most of the week at lingerie stores, and similar shops.

I hoped my dad really appreciated what Tina was doing for him, she had never been with another man since divorcing from Sara's dad. This was a big step for her, to take for my dad.



~James~


It was Friday evening, almost 6pm. Me and Tina were together on the train to Blackpool, we were going up to spend the weekend together; after leaving my Aisha with Sara in my flat, under instructions to behave themselves and stay home in the evenings. We took two holdalls with us, and Tina had shown up at my door at 5 o'clock with Sara, and Tina blew me away. I had turned up to answer my door in jeans, and a black t-shirt. Tina looked beautiful in a long, yet tight grey pencil skirt. With a tight women's black shirt, pulled tightly over her torso. 

She was wearing tights again, and matching heels. She was smiling, as she looked like she had her hair styled for the trip with her dreadlocks, braided more than normal, and some extensions added that rested on her shoulders as she stood there smiling. 

"You-you-you look beautiful." I stammered, looking at Tina as if she was a rare bottle of wine of something.

Sara smiled, and giggled.

"Keep it in your pants, until later tiger." She said, gently sliding past me to speak to Aisha.

With Aisha inside, Tina smiled.

"It's just what I normally wear." She added with a grin.

"It's you wearing what you normally wear, that's got the knock-on effect. Your hair looks lovely." I said smiling, leaning against the door.

She grinned, and slightly swung her hips gently.

"Behave yourself, I'm still sore from our last time. Wait until we get to the hotel, for me." She said with a naughty grin.

I smiled and stepped out to meet her, before leaning in to kiss her. I was behaving myself, but it took a lot of effort as our lips met and touched; not to grab her on my door step. I felt Tina's hand gently grazed my tummy and slid up my chest, along my simple, black t-shirt.

"God, careful I am so close to bending you over in this hallway, and taking you." I growled, closing my eyes as I pulled back. 

She smiled, and pulled back.

"Come on, let's get your bag and make sure the girls know the rules while were away." She said smiling, before stepping past me into the flat with her own bag.

We went inside, and we spoke to Aisha and Sara about the rules of us being away. They agreed to behave themselves, while we were away; no going out drinking, or going to any parties while we were away. They said that they would stay home both nights we were away, and keep themselves busy with videos and stuff. 

I told them that they were old enough to go out, but not to stay out too late. Every now and then as we spoke to the girls, over a mug of tea together I would feel Tina's hands squeeze my own, or rest on my leg. She was very loving, and showed it; I really liked a woman who showed how attentive they were. I did the same also, rubbing her hands and knees when the girls weren't looking.

"Well, you behave yourselves while we're away. I've left you both enough, to tide yourselves over until we get back. The gas, and electricity is topped up - so no worries there, and me and Tina have left you £100. That should cover the take-outs and stuff, you girls want." I said smiling, feeling Tina standing next to me; her presence near me was intoxicating to say the least.

The girls agreed, and me and Tina left with out luggage for the train, and I hailed down a cab we had booked. We were soon dropped off at the local Network Rail station; Euston Train Station, and we got onto our train destined for Blackpool. We ran for the platform our train was on, as we didn't want to get the wrong seats, or lose our table that we had booked. Luckily the train was only partly full, and we found our booked table seats.

"We got our seats, that was lucky." I said smiling, as we slid into our seats behind our table. 

It was only about a three hour train journey to Blackpool from London, with a few changes along the way. As the train pulled away from the platform, I slid my hand under our table and rested it on Tina's knee, beneath her pencil skirt. Being so tight, I felt her flesh through the skirt, and the pantyhose she was wearing.

"You're going to get us thrown off the train, before we even arrive there." Tina said with a giggle.

I smiled, and decided to rest my hand on her knee only. A few moments passed, when Tina spoke.

"Do you really want to go with me, I mean you're taking me with you because you want to; right?" She asked me, I turned to look into her eyes.

She was so worried, as if waiting for me to tell her it was entirely a big joke, and tell her to get off at the next stop and go back home.

"Why would you ask that, angel?" I said and turned my body in my seat, to face her; to show her she was all that was on my mind.

Tina was shy, uncertain, and she didn't have much confidence in herself; it was clear her ex-husband had a hand in that.

"I guess I am worried, that everything I've had with you; is just a dream, and that at any moment you'll grow bored of me." Tina explained, and shyly she looked away from my eyes.

There was no one nearby, to hear our conversation; so I gently moved closer to her.

"Look at me, I am in love with you Tina. I would never do that to you, I have never loved anyone as much as you; it's just never happened to me in my life before. I'm damned if I am going to lose you, because I have fear of anything; be it commitment or the feelings I have for you. I wanted to go away with you, because I want us to feel like a proper couple together. I want you to feel that I truly love you, that I want to be with you, be alone with you. I want you to feel, like you're really with me; it's what I want." I said gently, and she gently moaned looking up at me; she had tears in her beautiful eyes.

"You love me?" She asked me with a smile.

I smiled back, gently grazing her cheek with my hand as I held her head in my hands.

"I love you, Tina. I have since we went on our first date, I knew it when you came over and it just felt right; with you and me, and Sara and Aisha. A family, the family I've always dreamed of - and the woman I've dreamed of for most of my life." I said smiling, before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her lips.

"I love you, James. It feels like a dream, I fucking love you." She moaned as I broke the kiss.

She looked at me, as an elderly couple passed up and sat across from us at the adjacent table seats. We smiled at them, and Tina slid gently up against me, and we must have looked like a loving couple, on a trip together. Tina was smiling at the elderly woman, who had pure white hair. She was smiling at us, as Tina cradled my arm against her.

"You look like, a lovely couple." The older woman said with a smile, as her older husband sat next to her. 

"Thank you." Tina said with a smile.

There was a short silence, until the elderly woman spoke.

"I'm happy, that people are breaking down the old barriers. It is wrong to let them, get between true love." She said with a smile.

We both smiled at her, but her husband wasn't smiling and looked uninterested as he was reading The Sun, sat next to her.

"I remember what the old days were like, the National Front and their bullshit. What they did in those days, can never be forgiven." She added, and her face told us that she felt disdain for the National Front.

The National Front were, and still is a far right-wing political pressure group that was racist, and against anyone non-white being or living in the UK. I remember when my parents told me about how bad things were in the 1970's, when violence against non-whites were on the rise, and brutal. It was all down to skin color, and to the National Front, if you were not white you had no right to a life in Britain. It was bullshit, and I hated the idea that Britain had such a party in it's history. 

The older woman's husband, scoffed and looked at her before looking at us.

"Some people shouldn't be in this country, and we should stick to being with our own people." He said looking at me, and then at Tina before giving us a sneer.

His wife, sighed and rubbed her face.

"I'm sorry for my husband, he does not feel the same way that I do about these sorts of things." She said apologizing for him, and I felt sorry for her.

He sneered once more, and spoke.

"You do not speak for me woman, so don't apologize for what I say. You don't speak for me, I believe in what I believe in. White with white, that's the way it's always been and should stay that way." He said scoffing at me.

Tina sighed, and I felt her hold on my arm loosen, and she looked sad. I held her close, I was not going to let this bastard spoil our break together.

"Well I disagree, sir. I have a black daughter, who I love to bits. I am with this woman, with me now because I love her, and care for her. I do not care, what color our skin is, it makes no difference to me. Because I love her, and the old barriers you speak so highly of, I would destroy into pieces with a hammer, because they are of the old world. Good old Britain, yet we pretend that we never told the Scottish, or the Irish to piss off as well because they weren't English. I remember the slogans of the National Front, mate. Pure hatred, and nothing to be proud of." I said holding Tina close.

The elderly man scoffed at me, and continued to read his newspaper. His wife looked up at me, with a worn and tired look on her face. 

"Again, I'm sorry for him." She said in a whisper.

Her husband didn't butt into the conversation again, and continued to read his newspaper. His wife turned and took a book from her handbag, and read in silence. Tina looked up at me, and said nothing for a moment.

"Thank you." She said to me in a whisper.

I smiled gently, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead as I turned my eyes onto the elderly man, waiting for him to say something offensive once more; before I would identify myself as an off-duty Police officer.

"I don't care, whatever some old fucking fossil says, the old ways are gone, and I won't let them get in between you and me. He can go, and fuck himself." I said in a whisper, kissing her forehead again.

Nothing more was said, the elderly couple soon left and me and Tina were alone, with another two hours to go until we hit Blackpool. Tina went to the food shop on the train, and brought back some crisps, and two sandwiches. The prices were astronomical, and I wished I had told her not to bother with the food, being so expensive. But Tina was happy, we were alone from the elderly man who was pro-National Front and a racist. 

She was enjoying just us being alone together, as most of our carriage was empty. We ate together, talking about Sara and Aisha's school prospects. It was hard to control my urges, squeezing her legs and knees through her skirt; I was making it clear to her that I was aroused, but she asked me to wait until we got to the hotel. I agreed, as I wanted her to enjoy our trip together; besides I didn't have long to wait, she told me.

Soon we were about ten minutes away from Blackpool, according to the staff on our train. We collected our luggage, and waited as our train pulled into the station. We made our way off, and I noticed some young lads watching Tina, even they saw her beauty; I don't think she noticed, as she was smiling away at me. We made our way to the city center of Blackpool, and soon found our Travel Lodge where we were staying at. But we decided we would get our keys, and leave our stuff up in the room; as it was only the afternoon. 

"Let's go get something to eat, and see the sea front." Tina said smiling, as we left the hotel, with our luggage in our room. 

"Yeah, there are some good places to eat, and the Piers are nice, we can see what we can do for the next few hours." I said smiling, as we left the hotel holding hands.

We made our way down to the sea front, talking about things we would do over the weekend, and we soon found one of the piers along the sea front, and walked along it for a while. We even bought an ice cream, and walked along the pier eating it. Eventually about two hours passed, and we decided it was time for dinner.

"So what do you want to eat, babe?" I asked her, as she smiled leaning in close, holding my arm.
She grinned.

"Let's go and eat in a nice, little place; I don't mind what they serve as long as we're alone to enjoy our time." Tina moaned, looking up at me.

I agreed, and we made our way into the nearby streets and roads further towards the city center, and we soon found a nice little restaurant. It was more of a cafe, but it looked nice and quaint, nice set-up and furniture inside. Inside as we went in, we noticed the restaurant catered to families, and elderly holidaymakers. It was nice, and only a few of those inside looked up at us, but paid us no mind. We made our way to a vacant table, and sat across from each other.

"This is a nice cafe, good old fashioned food." Tina said surmising her own impressions of the cafe.

The menu did look appealing, with good British food; everything from roast beef to good-old English breakfast served all day. We ordered two drinks, and waited for our orders; I ordered roast pork dinner, and Tina ordered herself gammon steak, chips and peas. We waited eagerly, talking about our lives, I found out from her that her husband had struck her one night, so badly she was afraid to go out in case anyone saw her bruises. 

I stroked her hand across the table, and told her that I would never allow anyone to hurt her, and that I would never lay a vicious finger on her.

"I won't allow anything to happen to you, or Sara. You are part of mine, Aisha's lives." I said smiling, holding her hand gently.

She smiled back at me, just as our food was served to us. The food looked lovely, big portions and lots of veg and gravy. We talked over our food as we ate, and the cafe slowly emptied of it's usual patrons until there was only a single elderly couple eating away in the corner together. It was night outside, and we decided it was time to head back to the hotel; we paid for our meal, and stepped outside. My hand slid around and I pressed it up against her bum, and squeezed it through her skirt. She moaned, but gently took my hand and held it away from her bum.

"Wait, until we get back to the hotel babe. I promise it will be worth waiting for." She said smiling, as we walked back to the hotel.

It was freezing cold, not a surprise since it was the coast. We huddled up together, and walked hand in hand to the hotel, and made our way up to our room. Even in the elevator, she kept hold of my hand, I wanted to touch her, caress her; but she was adamant. We finally reached our floor, and went into our room. We shut the door behind us both, and I pulled Tina back to me, as she was walking ahead of me. 

She was surprised, but my hands went for her face and held her softly, as I planted my mouth over hers and kissed the face off of her as deeply as I could. She was moaning, and her eyes blinking rapidly, but eventually her moans were soft, and slow as she began to feel aroused herself. She pulled off, breaking our kiss and gasped for air.

"Wait, James. I bought things, for us. Let me go to the bathroom, let me get ready. I promise it's well worth the wait, baby. Go and lay on the bed, and give me some time to get ready. I won't be long." She said between gasps for air.

I nodded, breathing hard myself as I was so aroused. I slowly made my way over to our big, double bed with a raging hard-on in my jeans, and sat down before lying on my back on top of it. I was waiting for her, I was ready to take her hard, and fast and over and over again, she had that effect on me.



~Tina~


I took my luggage bag, with me into the bathroom leaving James waiting for me on our bed, and locked the door behind me. This was a week in planning, I had bought items for tonight; to make James happy, because he made me just as happy in return. I had gone into a few lingerie stores, in London over the period of last week leading up to our trip together. 

I took a deep breath, looking over the bathroom, it wasn't large but it was spacious enough; I moved over to the sink where the mirror was on the wall. I slowly began to undress, removing my black high heels first, putting them aside. 

I looked at myself, hoping that James did find me attractive as he seemed to feel, and hoped that what I was going to wear for him tonight; he would truly appreciate my effort. I gently ran my hands up to my hair, and began to air my dreadlocks, I knew James loved them, and chose to have some extensions put in, nothing too much; I just wanted to look really nice for him this weekend. 

I knew I didn't have to wear any extensions, or anything like that; James wanted me if I was wearing a potato sack over me, and he would still be like a rabid dog around me. I then began to undo the buttons of my shirt, and as it began to open around my naval my breasts began to press outwards, as the shirt was designed to press my cleavage together, and keep it in place.

I was wearing a matching black, silk bra that was squeezing my breasts into their small cups. I slid my shirt off, and put it aside on top of the towel rack nearby, and slid my hands behind my back to unclasp my bra, before pulling it free allowing my breasts to hang out, and lay against my chest. My dark, brown nipples were rock hard and erect; all because of James. He was driving me as mad, as I was to him sexually.

I was breathing hard, and pressed my hand against my chest; feeling my heart beating like a machine on it's highest level. I stepped back a step, and looked at myself in the mirror. My breasts were nice, perhaps slacking a tiny bit but neither of us were young truly, we were a man and a woman. I hoped, James never bored of me and went looking for someone younger. 




A Father Must Do His Best Ch. 05



I had quite large breasts, which I knew he liked. I gently rubbed my dark nipples, and felt how hard they were; I moaned at touching myself slightly. Soon enough I hoped James would be sucking on my breasts like a hungry animal, in the bed with me. I smiled at the thought, and felt myself become wet between my legs.

Next came my skirt, I slid my hands around behind my back and found the zip at my waist and pulled it down. Slowly I ran my hands gently to my sides and took hold of my skirt and began to yank it down over my firm, womanly hips. I knew I was still attractive, because James made me feel that way again; my ex-husband hadn't beaten me. Tonight was a surprise, and a thank you to James, for making me feel loved and wanted once more. 

I put aside my skirt, and looked at myself in the mirror, my upper body exposed, and my bottom body covered modestly in just my pantyhose, and black panties underneath. I knew I would blow him away tonight, with what I had bought for us both.
Tonight, he would control me, dominate me, I would be his plaything; his submissive slut. But tonight was as far as controlling would go; I wanted something in return, I wanted him to make love to me tomorrow night, and make me feel loved. 

Tonight, I wanted to feel wanted, and lusted after by just him; tomorrow I wanted to feel loved and cared for. Two nights, two very different outcomes; but worth it for us both. Slowly I slid my hands up to my waistband, and rolled down my pantyhose down my legs, as I had something similar but far more revealing to replace them with. Eventually they were off, and around my feet. I picked them up and put them aside, leaving me in just my panties.

I looked at my legs, my thighs were still firm, desirable as were my legs. They were thick somewhat, but I knew or I hoped it was what James liked. A woman, with a woman's body for a real man; I wasn't some skinny teenager anymore, and he had to want what I had. I ran my hands slowly up my legs to my inner thighs, inches from my crotch just covered now with my panties. 

Finally my panties came down next, and as my last piece of clothing giving me slight modesty; I was now naked, throwing my panties into the pile of the rest of my clothes. I had a healthy bush around my womanhood, I hadn't bothered shaving it fully. I did keep it trimmed, it was more of a small bush than a jungle, I kept it short for James. He never told me how he wanted me to placate my womanhood for him, I was fine with shaving it fully until smooth if he wanted that; or a healthy bush if that was what he wanted instead. I softly ran my fingers through my thin, short bush around my womanhood. My small, wide slit was in the center of my bush, wide open from the last fucking James had given me in the cinema.

I was slightly sore, but not as bad as I was after the cinema fiasco. I then looked over to my luggage back, it was dark red and a small luggage case, on wheels. I smiled and leaned down, as naked as the day I was born; I unzipped the case. I knew what I was wearing, it took me almost all of the week before today to get hold of this outfit. It required some inquiries, and chancing it that the store would have it. First came the brassier, I had found one in one of the sexy lingerie stores in Central London, near the beginning of the week. 

It was black, but made of PVC around the cups and where my breasts would go, and went down to cover my tummy and chest, stopping at my waist; hugging at it with the tight material. Everywhere else other than the cups, was made of sheer but tight black nylon. It was quite a sacrifice to make, as I had a slight tummy on me, it wasn't huge but it wasn't small either. 

I had put on some tummy weight over the years since divorcing from my husband. I hoped this did not put James off, but if it did he would have noticed when we first met. The brassier was holding it in, but it was clear I had some extra weight on me. I hoped he was too mesmerized with my outfit to notice my slight tummy. The cups of the brassier, were tight and pushed up my breasts so it gave the impression I had even bigger breasts than I really did, as if fighting to break free of their prisons. 

It was quite difficult to get on, but with some advice from one of the shop girls who helped me choose it; I knew how to get it on. It required quick, and forceful yanking over my head; and pushing it down my chest into place; and of course I had to hold in my bloody breath as I did it, to manage the task.

It was on now, and I used my hands to make sure my breasts fitted into the cups of the brassier, It was extremely tight as my breasts were pushed up, and looked like a right treat for men to see, especially James. Next I went looking through my luggage bag once more, for the rest of my outfit.

I found it hard to lean down, with my tight, constricting brassier on. I pulled out from the bag a pair of designer pantyhose, they were black but extremely sheer. The design was stars at the tops of the thighs, and around the feet and ankles were a fishnet design. But what made the pantyhose far different to ones I usually wore was not just the design; it was that they were crotch-less. The crotch and backside of the tights were cut out, and exposed everything I had. I did plan to wear underwear as well, but over the pantyhose. I slipped them on over my feet as I held onto the sink, and with it on both my feet I pulled them up around and up to my waist. 

With some pulling, pinching and re-arranging the pantyhose was settled in place, my womanhood and bottom were exposed, and finely framed between the sheer pantyhose. I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw how much was truly on offer to James and prying eyes. My short, thin bush around my womanhood was exposed, as well as my buttocks that were parted slightly due to the pantyhose. I wasn't going to be dressed like a dog's dinner for James, he was going to have to work and see me somewhat fully clothed first. 

I went rummaging through my bag once more, and pulled out a pair of sheer gloves, French nylon that exposed my fingers and grasped my hands around their palms tightly. It was to add more eroticism to the outfit, and I slipped them on. Next came my knickers or underwear, I had bought a pair of panties; that were a thong at the back but a the front it covered my pussy well enough. It was sheer, and black as well matching the outfit's color scheme. 

They went on, and I arranged the thong at the back between my thick, firm buttocks; as well as covering my pussy at the front fully.
Unsurprisingly I felt the thong pulled tightly between my buttocks even more, and rest right against my pussy from behind, giving me a slight sensation. I also brought with me a pair of black leather, ankle boots; I slipped them on next, over my pantyhose-clad feet and clipped them securely in place. 

Two last things to add to my outfit, and then it was just the extras that I had brought for this one evening. I fished through the bag again, and pulled out a small choker, that was black and leather in places with crosses, and symbols around it. It had no clip on it, for attaching a leash to it; I wasn't a fucking dog tonight, for James I was his woman; and tonight only would I be so ever submissive.

I slipped it on, over my head and over my dreadlocks, where it snugly fitted around my neck and throat. I looked into the mirror, I looked like a vixen alright. I smiled, and stepped back, resting my hands on my hips admiring my body, I was still beautiful; and James would see and know that by this weekend's end. Two nights, one of complete control and power tonight, and tomorrow one of total love and romance. It was what I wanted, and if James wanted me like tonight as I was and what I was going to allow him to do to me, then he would have to agree to give me what I wanted tomorrow.

Through the bag I searched one more, and pulled out a masquerade mask. One of those masks made from plastic and such, designed intricately to be worn by men and women at masquerade parties, so no one knows who you are. I bought it because it gave me a vixen appearance coupled with my outfit, It was designed into a star burst shape, with it's points sticking out in all directions with silver lining around the eye sockets, and around where it wrapped around my head to my ears. It was sexy, beautiful and alluring to me. This was one of the major things I wanted to wear tonight, because tonight we were lovers; but he was going to dominate me as a woman, as a lover and as a goddess. 

Put a man in the right situation, he can simulate anything for a woman if she wants it; be it love, or pure unadulterated lust and yearning. I put the mask on the counter near the sink, and prepared some make-up before I put my mask on and took on my role for the evening. I knew James like the color purple, and so I had bought purple eye shadow and liner, as well as a very dark purple lipstick. I retrieved them from my bag, and began to put it on; gently applying the lipstick until my lips were dark and shining with a purple lure.

Next came my eyes, and I added the eye shadow and liner carefully, as I wanted it to show through the mask. I knew it would as the sockets of the mask were slightly bigger than my eyes. Fully made up with my make-up, I pouted my lips to wet my lips, and picked up my mask. 

Gently I slipped it over my head and down over my braids, and dreadlocks before it was snugly in place behind my ears and covering my eyes and and most of my upper face, my mouth and nose still in show; the nose a little less since it was obscured by the mask. I smiled, and even winked at myself in the mirror loving the look I had. I could have been seen by some as a dominatrix perhaps, with the mask and the alluring, dark outfit; but to others I could have been seen as a submissive woman with the choker and brassier. 

I went through my bag one last time, the last time for the night; and pulled our a pair of tights, basic ones. I also took out a pair of handcuffs, I bought from the same lingerie store I bought the outfit from, a silk handkerchief, I was told could be used as gag as I was too scared to even try a ball gag, the feeling of it being tightly secured behind my head scared me too much, so at least with this he could gag me if he chose to. With it all in hand, and taking one last look in the mirror; I was ready. 

I opened the door slightly and could see James still on the bed. I was breathing heavily, both excited and slightly scared from the situation I was about to put myself in. 

"James, I want you to close your eyes for me, now." I said loudly, making sure he couldn't see me or my outfit, this was the surprise I was giving him.

"Why?" He asked me surprised.

"Just for me babe, I promise you won't have to keep them closed for long." I said smiling to myself.

He agreed, and I saw he had closed his eyes.

"Keep them shut tight, until I tell you to open them again." I said stepping out into the room, and I crossed the carpet of the room with my boots on. 

I went straight to the dresser of the bed, and placed the handcuffs, pair of tights, and silk handkerchief on top of it. I took a deep breath, looking down and James lay quietly with his eyes closed still. This was exciting, I was feeling sensations I had never felt with my ex-husband, sadly he never made me want to do anything like this for him; but James did. 

"I am going to stand near the bed in front of you, and when I tell you to open your eyes; you may open them. Say nothing, and allow me to speak first; as I am going to set out what tonight will mean for us, and what will happen." I told him simply.

He nodded, still with his eyes closed. I was shaking, and thinking; was this such a good idea? Would this change how he saw me, for the worse? Would he see me as just a piece of meat for him sexually, even if I did set out what I wanted in this relationship with him? Would he laugh at me, surprised that I had a mind of my own to think of this idea? All of these thoughts were running through my mind, as I stepped in front of the bed, facing him and the bed.

"Sit up, and say nothing but wait until I tell you to open your eyes." I said once more, feeling the heat of my body; I was frightened and excited at the same time.

He was beautiful, handsome and very sexy to me; God I loved the man in all ways, not just sexual. In his black t-shirt, and jeans he looked as manly as man could hope to be to a woman. His large double-barreled chest, sticking out on show against the t-shirt I could see his broad shoulders and his thick, muscular arms. He was an animal, in sheep's clothing. I knew what he could do to me, given the right circumstances and moment; the cinema proved that. He had a wanton lust for me, that even he couldn't control around me; he wanted me like I was a drug to him. 

Tonight was far different, tonight the circumstances were far different; we weren't on a date where our lusts couldn't be contained no more, we were together in a small hotel room. I was dressed like a rowdy teenager's wet dream, or the wet dream of a young man. I was also about to confer to him rules, and plans for our future past this weekend as well as what I was giving him tonight, and what I wanted from him tomorrow night.

"Open your eyes, and see how much I love you." I told him, feeling a lump in my throat and tummy, feeling like the weight of heavy rock.

Slowly, as he was sitting up he opened his eyes. He was like a giddy school boy, seeing his first real woman or girlfriend. First his eyes slowly adjusted to the lighting of the room, and he focused on me standing in front of me. It was perfect timing, as I was cocking my hip, and resting my hands on my hips in a very seductive pose.

"Jesus Christ." He said simply, his mouth slightly ajar.

His legs parted slightly, and wearing his jeans it was clear he had a rocket of a hard-on growing in his jeans, and he was giving it space and air to grow. I smiled, beneath my mask giving him every opportunity to see me. His eyes were on my breasts, then my mask and then down to my legs and crotch where my panties were pulled snugly against my mound.

"I said no talking, now listen to me. Say nothing, and listen for me." I said still smiling.

He nodded, closing his mouth but his eyes were still sorely on my body alone.

"Now tonight, I am your woman, your lover and partner. Tonight, and only tonight for this weekend am I am going to be entirely submissive to you. Tonight I am wearing this outfit for you, and tomorrow I have something else to wear. Now you may speak as I am going to ask you a question, alright?" I asked him, still smiling seductively.

I stepped forward one step, so now I was about ten to fifteen inches away from my legs touching his knees. He nodded understanding my instructions, the only ones I would be giving him tonight.

"Do you, love me?" I asked him, showing him no emotion in case this backfired for me.

He nodded slightly, and spoke in a husky, forceful tone.

"More than anyone else in my life, or this world. I love you Tina, I have never loved anyone as I love you. I promise you that." 

I nodded, smiling once more at his answer.

"Then you will do me right, and treat me like a real lover and woman from now on. I know with how we initially met, that we weren't truly sure of how to progress our relationship. I want us to be in each other's lives much more, I want to see you regularly more than we are now. No more weekend dates, or meetings; I want you and Aisha to come over to my home, and me and Sara to yours during the week. I want to be home, waiting for you to come home from work. I want to be there to help you, through hard times. Aisha told me that work has been quite stressful these past two weeks, I wished you had told me and I would have been over every night almost to see you. That stops now, you will come over to see me, or tell how you are feeling, and vice verse; like a real couple. In the future, we may move in together eventually, but we won't force that as of yet. I just want us to be a proper couple, can you do this for me?" I asked him, sliding my hands down a few inches on hips, still waiting for his answer.

He nodded, and looked into my eyes knowing it was the moment for it.

"Yes, I swear and promise to do that for you. I do want us to be a proper couple, no more distance, or not having the balls to call you or come over and see you. I promise you, Tina." He said swallowing hard. 

"Then, you must promise me one more thing that will happen this weekend, and in the future of our relationship together." I said feeling the heavy rock in my stomach once more.

He nodded.

"Good, tonight I have made it clear. I am your woman, to do as you wish with me. You can use my body, to every whim you have as I think I know how far you may go with me. Tonight any request you make of me, I will do for you. You may make me follow through with your requests yourself, I only ask you do not hurt me. But I think, at least I know in my mind you will never do that to me. Tonight I am your submissive lover, all night and into the early hours of the morning if you wish. I ask, and you must give me this if you want this relationship to continue. I ask that tomorrow, that you will make love to me." I said and brought my hand up, in case he had something to add; that to him he was making love to me in the past moments together.

He didn't do that, and waited for me to continue.

"I mean properly, to make love to me. No rough treatment, perhaps in later hours passionate love-making but nothing like tonight, I want it to begin slow with tender love and kisses, and eventually to be like we were last week in the cinema; but it will be slower, and more loving in nature. You will make me feel loved, cared for and truly show how much you care for me in our love making tomorrow. What we do may happen in the future, quite regularly but it will be on a request basis; as I will want what I have asked you for tomorrow, to follow the next day or next time we are intimate. I do not want to constantly feel like a animal, you may tie down and ride when you feel like it; I will do that for you, but at other times I have my own request of you. I am a woman, and a woman who loves you; far more than I ever felt for any man including my ex-husband. My request of you will be, for you to make love to me, this is an agreement between us. If you cannot do this for me, then you must tell me now; and be totally honest with me." I said gently looking up higher, raising my head slowly exposing my neck to him.

James did not move, and with his hands either side of him resting palms down on the bed he looked up into my eyes, no longer shaking or showing signs of losing control of his urges. He said nothing for a moment, and then spoke calmly.

"I promise you, that I will treat you like a real woman; aware and responsive to your own wants, requests and urges. I will NOT place my own urges, and wants over your own and force you EVER to do anything like this tonight, when you truly do not want that. I will not treat you like a piece of meat, or animal that I expect to do whatever I want to you, without any concerns for your own safety, and feelings. If you are giving me, what you are promising me for tonight; I promise to give you a real evening tomorrow, or worship your very body. To give you the very sensations, and feelings you give me, and pleasure you in a slow, loving manner." He said, with his broad shoulders set as he looked up at me.

I smiled, trying not to get over excited in front of him; yet. He said what I wanted to hear from him, in a truthful and genuine way. If he had told me, that he could not give me what I had asked of him; to treat me like a woman, and understand my own urges and feelings, I would have forced myself to walk out of that hotel and travel home as soon as possible. I loved James, more than any other man in my entire life; but I was not going to let him treat me like a piece of meat and manipulate the love I had for him. 




A Father Must Do His Best Ch. 05



I had gone through this with a man who never loved me, nor I loved him; I loved James, but this was a matter of what I truly wanted. For most of my life, and Sara's I gave up my own wants, urges and feelings for her sake. I needed, and wanted James to allow me to express my urges and feelings, and make me feel loved.

"Good." I said smiling seductively, with the rules and promises out of the way.

He was looking at me, in my eyes but I saw them slowly travel down my neck to my navel and eventually my breasts.

"Well, I promised tonight that you may do as you wish; James. So do as you wish, speak." I told him, and saw his eyes travel to the dresser where our tools for tonight rested.

"Tonight, you may use any of the items I have brought on my body; again I ask you do not hurt me. But you may drive me to my physical limits, until sheer exhaustion and until I beg for no more. I will go quiet now, unless you want me to speak." I said with a grin.

James smiled, with a lustful stare in his eyes. He stood from the bed and began to slip off his t-shirt, throwing it aside on the bed.

"On your knees." He said simply with his bare, barreled-chest on display proudly.

Slowly, and gently in my exposing, revealing outfit I knelt in front of the man I was in pure love with.



~James~


There she was, slowly kneeling in front of me in one of the most revealing outfits. The tight, PVC-nylon mesh brassier was barely holding in her perfect breasts, the tops of them were exposed and looked as if it was being pushed out of their cups. With her mask on as well, I could still see her purple eye-liner and shadow. She knew I liked the color purple, most likely from Sara or Aisha telling her. She was stunning, and it was hard to tear my eyes away from her as she was looking up at me on her knees, her purple make-up was startling as were her purple lips.

She also wore a choker, that looked constrictive on her throat. Further down, it was perfect with small, sexy hand-gloves she wore, to the designer crotch pantyhose she was wearing, alongside the panties and boots she had on. The whole outfit was her telling me, to make her my woman, my plaything, and take her as I liked; for tonight only. I planned to keep my promise to her, for tomorrow.

On her knees she was looking up at me, with her beautiful lips, and alluring eyes behind her mask; waiting for my first move.

"I'm yours." She said simply, licking her lips.

I looked over at the dresser, and chose the tights first. I didn't want to hurt her, and with the way I liked to fuck her, with the handcuffs on her wrists it would leave bruises and hurt her. I was going to use the plain, black tights to bind her wrists. I picked them up, and stretching them out, I knelt to her side.

"Arms up, I'm going to tie your wrists; plaything." I said simply, getting into the character we both wanted me to be tonight.

She submissively shot her arms up above her head, and her gentle, small wrists were waiting for me; I snatched them up and began to wrap the tights around her wrists, and tightly tie them off. It was tight enough, that it would not come loose if she tried to wriggle out of it. With it secure, I picked up from the dresser next; the handkerchief, but I wasn't going to gag her with it yet, not until I was done with exploring her body first. The handcuffs I would avoid using, perhaps I would use them on her ankles when I was fucking her doggy-style or if I spooned her.

"Now, let's see you fully." I said leaning in, and without warning her which was what she expected I shoved my mouth over hers, and kissed her deeply, shoving my tongue down her throat almost.

She moaned, and gasped as her mouth was sealed with mine; she was breathing raggedly through her nose. My hands moved in for their targets, one hand went for her big breasts squeezing it through the brassier, as the other one went around her waist over the nylon material, and found the back of her thighs. She had slowly brought her bound hands down, and they were in her lap, as my hand found her exposed buttocks and bum, and squeezed her doughy, cheeks in my palms. I was mauling them with my hands, even slapping it in quick succession.

"Big sexy, ass." I said smiling, trying to sound authoritative; shouldn't have been hard as I was a cop.

"Big cock, more like." She said, purring into my ears as she was looking down at my big hard-on in my jeans. 

With her mask on, it gave her a very submissive appearance, and made my cock even harder in my jeans. 

"Big cock, going inside you very soon." I said leaning down and sucking, and kissing at her exposed neck.

This made Tina pant, and gasp as her skin especially her throat, neck and breasts were quite sensitive. My hand on her buttocks, found her crack and I slid my fingers inside into her bum, and felt her pussy slit through her bush, and asshole. She gasped and panted, resting her head on my shoulder as we were kneeling at the same height as one another.

"Yes, more James. Give me more." She panted, and I felt her gently biting my shoulder in pleasure.

I sucked at her neck and throat more, as my hand between her buttocks found her pussy, and I began to roughly rub her pussy through her bush. Her panting, and gasping became louder, her body was shuddering. Her bound hands in her lap, were now gently rubbing my cock through my jeans as we were so close to each other. My hand on her breasts, I used to pull the upper brassier down, including the cups and allow her big breasts out to hang naturally; exposed for me to suck and play with.

"Oh god, no my nipples are so hard. Don't suck them, you bastard." She gasped, and moaned playing her role well.

I leaned in and wrapped my mouth around her left nipple, and sucked on it hard as my other hand was rubbing her pussy manically through her bush; and her body was responding well to it. Her body was tingling, and her rushed movements made her breasts bounce, with every jerk. Then I did it, I decided to get her wet, purple lips wrapped around my cock, and she was going to swallow my rod down her throat; that was for sure. She was gasping aloud, as I slid onto my feet and stood in front of her; my bulge sticking out proudly inches from her purple lips.

"Big cock, you gonna make me take it; every inch down my tight, warm throat. You evil bastard, go on get it out then and ram it home; that's what you want." She gurgled looking up at me.

She was winking behind her mask, as I furiously tried to undo the belt holding my jeans up, my cock was yearning for her mouth as she knew that much too. It was taking so long, when she shocked me shoving her entire face into my crotch, and used her lips to bite at my cock through my jeans.

It wasn't really biting, she had her mouth wide open as if trying to suck it into her mouth through my jeans. It was so sexy, that I managed to get the belt undone because of it. She kept her mouth pressed against the shaft of my cock, through my jeans as I unzipped them. 

"Oh don't worry you sexy bitch, my cock is coming out alright; and you'll be begging for me to put it back soon enough." I growled as I pushed my jeans down, and her mouth moved from them to pressing against my cock again through my boxers now.

I yanked down my boxers in a fever, and then she did it again; before I could stop her. She shoved her mouth onto my shaft and began to kiss it, lick it, almost inhale it. I knew what our roles were, and I was supposed to show mine. My cock was fully erect, sticking to an angle erect, in the air. I grabbed Tina and pulled her head back by a handful of her braids and dreadlocks, nothing too rough; I didn't want to hurt her, or pull off the extensions she was wearing. She was gasping, her lips moist from saliva. 

"Open wide, gorgeous." I grunted, and holding my cock with my other hand at it's base I rammed it home, into her gaping mouth. 

She gasped, but immediately closed the suction around my cock and it was airtight, as I began to bob her head up and down, sliding my cock fully inside her mouth before pulling back again. Her eyes were on me, looking up at me in a judging pose, but it was all part of the roles we were playing. Her braids and dreadlocks, swung as her head bobbed up and down, which made her tits jiggle and bounce as well.

"Sexy, gorgeous woman; you dressed like this all for me, all of this for me. Fuck I am a lucky bastard ain't I, don't worry tomorrow I'll give you what you want. From now on, we do this properly together; a real couple. Oh fuck yes." I said slowly, and at the end gasped as I felt her tongue poke my cock head in her mouth. 

She was smiling slightly, or at least her eyes matched when someone smiles to another person. I wanted to push her gift that she was giving me, full control of her body to do as I liked.

"Open your throat, I want my cock lodged deep down there bitch." I growled, but winked to show that I was playing with her and the roles.

Obediently as she promised me, she arched her head as much as she could with my grip on her hair, and allowed her throat to open up. I slid my cock deeper into her mouth, and saw her throat bulge as my cock entered her tight throat. 

"You're obedient, I am going to enjoy tonight and the early morning with you; I can't wait to get more nights like this with you in the future together." I laughed gently, as she somewhat grinned even with my cock in her throat. 

She was gagging, as to be expected and she used her nose to breath as I continued a  good pace of thrusting. This went on for a few minutes, and I routinely let my hands drop to grope and play with her swinging breasts as I fucked her throat. I finally was happy that I was done with her mouth, at least for the moment; I wanted another hole of hers.

"You're done with my mouth, now? You going to take me in the pussy now, you evil sexy bastard! Come on then, I'm all yours, and tied up. I can't get away, or go anywhere so let me have it; ram it in me you bastard." She said, with a slight grin as she licked her lips, her lipstick was still fine, no smearing.

I grinned, and slipped back into character.

"Bitch, I've got a cock, and you've got holes; that's what you're holes are for - my cock. My cock alone, and you're going to be getting it quite a lot to night." I said pulling on her hair, and holding my cock against her lips.

"Unless you want it back down your throat, or do you wan to let your mouth have a break for the moment?" I asked, putting a very dominating tone to my voice.

"You sick, twisted bastard; I'm all tied up here, helpless. Do what you will, I know my holes are going to be wide open when you're done, so get on with it." She snarled back, and shivered as I pulled her to her feet, by her bound wrists.

As we were right close to one another, me deciding where to take her; she whispered.

"I love you, James. Tonight I'm yours, take it." She said with a grin.

I smiled and marched her over to the bed. 

"This how you like you're women, all tied up and helpless against you; my holes open and exposed to you. My husband is a Police officer, you fucker! He's going to make you pay for this." She growled at me.

This was a new role, was she referring to me as her make believe Police officer husband. I smiled, and forced her to bend over the bed so her chest was pressed against it and her ass and legs were spread invitingly open for me.

"Really, what's his name?" I asked her in character, as I got behind her and took hold of her thong-like panties.

"James, you bastard. He's going to come after you, and make you suffer. He's a good man, and I love him." She answered me, and grinned as she looked over my shoulder.

Very good addition to our roles, she really did have some plans for us in the future; if we got as far as marriage, marring Tina would be a good thing in my mind. 

"Well he's a lucky man, seeing as he has you; sad that he couldn't keep you safe from the likes of me." I said roughly yanking down her thong, and now her bare, dark ass was on show.

Her buttocks were firm and large, and looked smooth. I leaned in and kissed one of her cheeks, and then the other one slowly.

"Far better, of a man than you are." She moaned, and I felt her body shake gently at my touch of her buttocks.

"Shame he's not here to stop me, doing this." I said before shoving my face into her cheeks, and past them. 

I slid my tongue out, and grazed her tight, brown puckered ass hole above her pussy.

"Ah fuck, not there I'm sensitive." She groaned, swinging her head back in response.

"Well it's going to be much more sensitive, when my cock goes inside it." I said licking her asshole, and running my tongue down over her pussy. 

She shuddered, and shivered. 

"I've never done that before, James." Tina said, breaking character with her first real fear.

"It's alright, I will go slowly, even if it means through the night into the morning. I'm not going to ram it in there, without any thought Tina. I promise you, we'll go slowly." I said gently, and licked her pussy more to please her.

"Ah, alright just take it slowly with me there." She gasped in a low tone.

"Meanwhile with this hole of yours, I'm going to be burning rubber in there and pounding ten shades of fuck out of you." I said prodding her clitoris with my finger.

"Oh yeah, that hole is ready for you; has been since you last were inside it." Tina groaned, and her legs quaked.

"I think it's time, I filled your yearning hole with my cock once again." I said with a smile, and positioned myself behind her standing; and pressed my cock against her open, gaping slit hidden beneath her bush.

"Use it, use me James." She purred, and without any gentle movement; I rammed my cock home aggressively and roughly inside her open, gaping cunt.

I decided to lose the mask she was wearing, I wanted to see every part of her; so as I was fucking her from behind, bent over the bed I slipped her mask off her face. I put it aside, on the bed and continued to ram into her like a hammer on a nail. My hands were sliding along her brassier to her breasts, and there they squeezed and roughly mauled them in my hands; my fingers rubbing over her sensitive nipples. I couldn't last for much longer, I had been going weak since being inside her mouth. I wanted her to cum with me, and rubbed her clitoris with my fingers roughly as I fucked her.

"No don't do that, I'll cum like a water fountain!" She gasped, biting on her lower lip as I continued to ravage her pussy with my fingers, playing with her clitoris.

That was the plan, to explode into ecstasy and orgasm together; me flooding her pussy with my cum, and her cumming all over my cock. Then it came, her moaning rose a few levels to the one that told you the woman was going to go off like a volcano. 

"Cum for me, you sexy bitch." I grunted at her, with my fingers now pinching and clitoris and nipples at the same time.

"AAH FUCK, I'M CUMMING JAMES!" She screamed as if she had burned herself on a stove, and then it came; gushing out of her pussy splattering all over my cock and legs. 

Her juices flowed, as I felt the sensation in my balls; as if they were on fire and burning for release. I knew I had a lot of semen in me, as I hadn't fucked or really jerked off since last weekend with Tina. 

"Here it cums baby, all my cum for you; saved up." I growled, almost biting my bottom lip off as I exploded. 

My cock shot it's wad, my entire load inside her gaping, wet pussy. Our juices mixed, we both moaned and grunted as I settled on her back, gasping for air. 

"Can-can you untie me, baby." She gasped, her voice was low and forced.

I gently untied her wrists, and threw the tights onto the dresser for later on. Her slack arms slowly made their way to her sides, where they lay limp. I slowly rolled off of her back, and onto the bed beside her. We were both panting, as if we had run a marathon; and I was sweating all over.

"Jesus, you have more for me tonight; because if so let me-let me have a break for the moment." Tina gasped, turning her head to look at me, still bent over. 

She slowly turned and was now laying on her back next to me, on the bed, with her legs spread wide off the bed. We had bought some drinks, and snacks from a local store before we came up to our hotel room; I leaned over to the floor next to the bed, and took two bottles of Pepsi from a plastic bag. I gently handed her one of the two bottles, and opened my own before taking a swig of it. We both lay there, and somehow over the next few moments both moved onto the bed fully. 

Tina in her outfit and ankle boots, and me fully naked other than my own boots and socks. I decided then to get my boots off, considering I had them on for no reason; while Tina did for her outfit's effect. I thew them aside onto the floor and we lay on the bed drinking. 

Tina slowly turned, and lifted her nylon-clad leg up and lay it on my own leg, the feeling of the nylon was erotic for sure. Her hands slid over my bare chest, before she leaned in and kissed me deeply, her lips felt amazing against mine.

"So, where did you get the outfit from?" I asked gently holding her slightly, with my hands down near her waist.

She smiled, rubbing my chest gently.

"All over London, I got things separately at different stores." She answered, kissing me once again.

I smiled and kissed her back, gently playing with her breasts once more.

"I love you, Tina. I'll let you have a short rest, then we'll start again." I said as she looked deeply into my eyes.

"I love you too, James." She said with a pout, and a grin. 

I lay there with her, getting my breath back and resting; waiting for my cock to come to attention once again, so I could dominate her for what little of tonight and the morning I had with her in this role. 




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A Father Must Do His Best



"Dad, Sara has something to ask you?" Aisha said, with some obvious discomfort.

I turned to Sara, who shared the same look as Aisha had.

"Sure Sara, what's up?" I asked her putting the container of noodles onto a plate for myself.

Sara breathed hard, and smiled gently.

"Mr Andrews, Aisha told me you were single and well - my mom is single as well, so I was wondering if you'd like my mom's personal mobile number. She told me to give it to you, if you wanted it." Sara explained.

Aisha had done it again, against my expressed orders to not get involved in my lack of a love life. I was about to say no to Sara, but she continued to explain about the situation.

"I mean my mom Tina, she really likes you - and well she was always too scared to ask you out, so she never tried. 

I nodded, I didn't want to seem ungrateful for any female company and took the piece of paper Sara held in her hand, and looked at it. 

"Sara, I really appreciated this - I mean your mother is a very attractive woman. But I'm not really in the dating game at the moment, with work and such." I said trying to sound genuine. 

Aisha was first, to voice her anger.

"Dad, for God's sake; Tina has fancied you for a long time, since me and Sara met. She's really nice, and you would both make a nice couple. Just go for it, please. You deserve someone in your life." She said angrily. 

I said nothing, this was an embarrassing moment - in front of Sara.

"Please, for me dad." Aisha added, with a sympathetic tone in her voice.

I took a deep breath, and nodded to them both.

"Alright, I'll give your mom a call tonight Sara." I said simply. 

Sara was beaming, and smiled.

"Thanks Mr Andrews, she'll really like to go with you on a date." She said gently.

I nodded, and Aisha with Sara in tow made their excuses to go up to the bedroom.

I looked around the kitchen, and grabbed my take-out, shoved it in the microwave and once it was ready, I took it into the lounge to eat on the couch. An hour passed, and now there was the low hum of Aisha's stereo upstairs playing her favorite music. With my dinner eaten, I picked up my mobile phone and held Tina's phone number in my hand. It had been two years already, I did deserve someone. Maybe that was what forced me to dial in her phone number, into my mobile phone.

The rings began, and I waited for Tina to pick up on the other end.

"Hello." A very smooth, female voice answered as the call connected.

"Hi there, this is James Andrews. I'm Aisha's father, your daughter Sara is over and she gave me your number - said something about there being something there between us." I said simply, I was bad for flirting - I could have played it cool instead of being straight-faced.

There was a brief silence, had Sara lied about her mom knowing about me or that I was going to call perhaps?

"I can call another time, unless this is a misunderstanding on my part." I said forcing an apologetic laugh, about to hang up.

"No no it's fine, I think I just didn't expect you to call me - I did ask Sara to give you my number." She laughed gently down the phone line.

"Well that's alright, I wanted to call you - I admit I have found you quite attractive, sinec the first time I met you. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to go for it, call you." I said with a friendly laugh.

She giggled, she giggled down the line.

"I'm sorry, I just never expected this." She apologized.

I smiled, she seemed nice even over the phone.

"It's OK, so you're still single?" I asked her.

She went onto tell me she was a divorcee, and had left with Sara from her ex-partner after he hit her too many times. She had been single, and divorced for over five years now - with not much success with other men since. She had always liked me she told me, but was scared that I wouldn't be interested in her in that way; or I was with someone else.

"Listen, do you want to go out on a date with me?" I asked her, straight to the point.

She giggled down the line, I wasn't fucking Action Man or a very good looking man. At 41 years of age, my hair was balding and I had to constantly keep it short - but I generally kept myself in good shape, for the Police and general health. But I wouldn't expect myself to be a good choice for most women, and remembering Tina and how beautiful she was last, I didn't see why she would be interested in the likes of me.

"Sure, when is best for you - I know you're a Police officer, so you have shifts and such." She said happily.

I did the math in my head, today was Wednesday, so I was on shift tomorrow and Friday but Saturday and Sunday were my rest days.

"I'm free on Saturday, and Sunday. Are those days alright for you?" I asked her, holding the phone close to my ear, eager for her answer.

"Yeah I can do both, but if Saturday night is good for you - I'm up for that evening." Tina agreed.

"Saturday it is, how about I collect you in the car at about 7pm?" I asked her, thinking of where I could take her for the evening.

"That's great, anything you want me to wear-" Tina began to say.

"Anything you feel comfortable in, Tina. I want you to feel comfortable around me, something nice is fine." I said with a cheerful laugh.

We agreed that Sara would give me the address, and I would go and collect her at about 7pm on Saturday. 

I sat back, content as I looked at some re-run of CSI on the television. I watched CSI for about an hour, when I heard Aisha's bedroom door open. I heard footsteps on the stairs, and Aisha appeared around the corner of the doorway.

"Hey dad, did you call her?" She asked me, beaming.

I nodded.

"Fess it up, dad. What did you say to her?" She said giggling, as she moved over to the recliner chair next to the couch I was sitting on.

"I asked her out, no more to it." I said with a grin that oozed charm.

"No way, I want more. Did she say yes?" Aisha asked, with her cocky grin.

I sighed, making it clear that as her father I wasn't up for going into details.

"Yes, we're going out on Saturday evening." I said to her, as she leaned on the top of the recliner from behind it.

At that moment Aisha burst out grinning, smiling and giggling, and literally ran over to me on the couch and kissed me on my cheek, before dropping down next to me on the couch.

"I always knew Tina liked you, dad." She said as she tried to control her laughter.

"Yeah well, I was too blind to notice at the best of times." I said with a smile.

Aisha's laughs died down, and she looked serious sitting next to me.

"Dad, you got to accept that you are a good father to me, you can't do much more for me than you already have." She said in a straight tone, there was no hiding anything in her words.

"There's still more I can do for you, in later years with support." I said, not turning to look at her reaction now - keeping my eyes ahead on the television.

There was an awkward silence, as Aisha tapped her fingers on her knees.

"You've done far more, than they ever did, dad." She said continuing.

She was referring to her blood-parents, I had told her the truth of how I had adopted her when she was fifteen. I didn't want her asking me for the rest of my life, and me too scared to just tell her. It would pester her throughout her life; her dad being white, and her mixed-race. People would talk about it behind her back, and she would wonder. When I had told her, she did what I was prepared for - she went to her room, and never came out for about two days. I brought her food, and called the school to tell them she was sick. As almost an A star pupil, she never took time off and so they never asked for more reasons as to why she was ill.

Eventually after two days, she came down and we sat down together and talked about things - I explained everything to her, and told her about how I found her that night. How for a month she was simply known as The Found Angel. It took her a while, most of the evening before she spoke to me - her main question was why her blood-related parents abandoned her to die on those rail tracks, I had to be honest and tell her I didn't know why they did it. I eventually asked her if she wanted me to help her track them down, and for her to meet them if we did in fact find them. She took a few moments to think it over, and simply turned to me to say no. She didn't want to meet, or give the time of day even to the parents who abandoned her to die that night.

She said she only cared about us, about me as her only parent and father - the one who saved her life that night, and gave a life afterwards. After that conversation, we never really spoke about them again - except moments where Aisha would point how that I had done more for her than they had. Now as she spoke about them again, for the first time in a while - I turned to face her.

"They were your parents, they failed you - I just do not want to fail you honey." I said gently, my eyes on her own. 

They were sullen, no emotion as she spoke about them - she had no love for them.

"They were murderers; or they would have been, had you not found me there on those rails that night." She replied, her voice stone hard and with animosity in it; reserved for her unknown parents.

I said nothing, this was her moment - to vent her anger if she wanted.

"You're my father, you're my dad. You have been the greatest father a daughter could ever, or would ask for. Which is why I am so tired, of seeing you alone - without someone to give you the love back, you've given to me as a father. I won't let you be alone, dad; I just won't." She said, her words were warm, and she sounded adamant.

She then looked into my eyes, like a daughter can only do with her father - that bond we had created, starting the night I found her.

"You will go on this date with Tina, and you will try your very best with her." She said, her body never moved as she kept staring at me.

I nodded, not even feeling like the responsible adult in this conversation anymore - Aisha was holding that role.

"You will make a woman feel loved, and happy - and hopefully Tina will do the same. We can hope for the best here, dad." She said, and slowly a smile reappeared.



Saturday Evening, 6:55PM, Outside Tina's Residence



I pulled up outside Tina's house, in my two door red Astra, it wasn't much but it had served me and Aisha well. I had decided on a low-down look, and chose to wear some plain, baggy jeans and a plain black t-shirt, with my black leather jacket in the backseat if it got colder. I knew Tina was around my age, and probably wanted to go for a meal and a drink afterwards. I turned off the engine of the car, and slid out onto the pavement of the street - locking the door behind me.

It was dark now on on the streets, it was early Winter so it was going to get dark earlier on all the time. I walked up to the front of Tina's house, well it was a house structure but it was about five apartments inside, with Tina and Sara in just one of them. I got to the front door of the house, and pressed the button on the side for apartment number four, Tina's apartment.

There was a loud buzzing sound, and I waited for Tina to answer the intercom call. There was a few seconds that passed, before the intercom came alive and Tina answered.

"Hello." A warm female voice spoke through the intercom.

"Hi, Tina. It's James." I said trying to control my excitement in actually seeing Tina, as I couldn't remember much of her when I last supposedly met her.

The door buzzed, and whatever lock was on the door it opened, and I pushed it open - it was a heavy Oak door. I went to meet my date, my daughter's best friend's mother - I hoped I didn't fuck this up.





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