Daddy’s Story: Chapter One

As I drove down I-75 toward a small town outside of Lima Ohio, I wondered if I was making the right decision. Friends and family members have put the majority of my recent decisions in the bad idea pile. They included ending my marriage, quitting a well paying job, and my choice of company. Due to these actions a lot of friends became former friends. Others said I was becoming a different person. They were right, I was becoming the real me.

My name is Robert Herman. I was born on May 29th 1969. I had what you would call a very uneventful childhood. I had two parents who remained married until all the kids graduated college. I also had two siblings, an older sister and younger brother. Until the age of 14, like most males my age my life was consumed by comic books, Atari, the rock band Kiss, soccer, baseball and hanging out with my friends.

Compared to most of the boys in my class I was a late bloomer. I didn’t hit puberty until half way through my freshman year in high school. That meant I was unpopular. Friends drifted away from me as they worked their way up the social ladder toward the in-crowd. I have to admit I wasn’t jealous or upset; I met a new group of friends. We spent time talking about comics, playing D&D and video games. The only thing missing in my life was a very special girl.

The closest I ever got to one was in the pages of the porno mags that I strategically hid under my bed. Every night after I was pretty sure everyone was sound asleep I would look at the picture and stroke my cock until I came all over my sheets. This was my only sexual outlet and it remained that way until after I graduated high school.

Three weeks after starting college I lost my virginity to my first girlfriend. It should have been one of the most magical moments of my life. Instead it was a disappointment. Unlike the actresses in the movies I watched, who loved sex with wild abandon, she just laid there. There were occasional moans, but they weren’t believable. After cumming she told me I was amazing. I didn’t believe her.

The next time I was home I visited an Asian massage parlor. The place was dirty and had a disgusting odor. It was there I met the woman who would change my life forever. She was short, fit and looked like she was in her early 20’s. She had medium length black hair, and small tits. When she opened the door she was wearing a robe. After determining I wasn’t a cop I paid her $60 and was a led to a room. She told me to get comfortable and lay on my stomach. As I did that she left the room.

Minutes later she returned and for 15 minutes gave me a regular massage. She then had me turn over. When I did that the first thing she noticed was my fully erect cock. She then proceeded to touch every part of my front except for my penis. I was beyond frustrated. She then asked in broken English, “What else you want?”

“Everything,” I responded.

“You tip now,” she said.

I jumped off the table and walked over to the chair where I laid my clothes. Reached into my pocket and pulled out $200 and said, “What does this get me?”

“Everything,” she said.

I gave her my money and she promptly left the room. While she was gone I was praying that I wasn’t getting ripped-off. Thankfully she came back holding a pile of towels. She put them on a table and revealed that hidden between them was a condom. She then turned down the lights and freed herself from her robe. With condom in hand she walked back to the table and started stroking my cock.

“You like?” she asked.

“Yes,” I moaned.

She then leaned down and started sucking my cock. This was something my girlfriend wouldn’t do for me. As her head bobbed up and down my unit my hand reached between her legs and started playing with her pussy. Again this was something my girlfriend wouldn’t let me do.

After orally pleasuring me she climbed on top and started riding me. I grabbed onto her ass for dear life as she bounced up and down moaning loudly. Minutes after she climbed on board I shot my load and filled up the condom.

This was the start of my secret life. A life that was filled with massage parlors, escort agencies, and independent call girls. Whenever I could slip away you’d find me consorting with the kinds of women your mother warned you about.

No one and I repeat no one would ever expect me to be the type of guy using those services. If you saw me you’d think I had the perfect life. In the middle of my junior year I met Christina Stern. We instantly hit it off and started dating. Two months after meeting her I made a promise to myself, no more prostitutes. After all our sex life was amazing. To bad it wouldn’t stay that way.

In the spring of1991 we both graduated and got married three months later. That year I also started a collection agency with two of my best friends. In the fall of 1992 we welcomed Brittany Rose, our first daughter into the world. Two years later we welcomed Ashley Jane. And two years after that we welcomed Mark Joseph. In some ways the kids made us closer and in others it drove us apart. With the birth of each child our sexual escapades got less and less frequent. After Mark was born I resumed my secret life to fulfill my needs.

For years I was able to have my cake and eat it too. I loved my life with Christine and the kids and I loved the fun I had with professionals. I loved being able to do the things that would make my wife cringe when asked. I loved being dirty and spending time with women who, as long as I had the money, let me do whatever I wanted. Like all good things this too came to an end.

In early 2003 my wife wasn’t feeling well and went to the doctor. After a series of tests it was discovered she had the clap. Since she wasn’t sleeping with anyone else there could be only one culprit, me.

After an angry confrontation all my secrets came out. It was decided then and there that she could no longer be married to me. I left the house that night and moved into a hotel. The next day she presented me an offer I couldn’t refuse. She got the house, her car and 60% of the assets and she wouldn’t take me to court where all my secrets would come out. I agreed.

I moved into a house not far from my Christina’s and started my new life. I dated occasionally but I found myself as an active member of the hobbyist community. Three to four nights a week I would invite beautiful escorts over to my place and fuck them. For a while I was having the time of my life.

September 2004

Normally I get all my kids every other weekend. In September of 2004 Ashley and Mark both had pink eye. Before Brittany could get it her mom shipped her over to my house. She was now 12-years-old and was on her way to becoming a beautiful young woman. She was barely 5’0 tall and couldn’t weigh more than 90lbs. She was starting to develop breasts and becoming boy crazy. She was no longer my little girl.

There were some aspects I enjoyed of my daughters newfound maturity, like her interest in politics and movies. I didn’t like the fact that she now wanted me to buy her clothes that girls her age shouldn’t be wearing. However knowing that if I bought them for her it would piss her mom off was reason enough to get her whatever she wanted.

I loved being a dad, and for the most part I was a good one. I think that if I didn’t forget to put the bottled water on my nightstand none of this would of happened. Every night I wake up coughing. While I’m sleeping something goes down the wrong tube. I cough for a few, drink my water and go back to bed. That night I forgot it. I walked out of my room, put on the hall light and started to quietly walk downstairs. As I walked downward I could hear light moaning. I could see the TV on in the family room. Britt was on the couch, her pajama bottoms were on the floor, and she was pleasuring herself to one of my porn tapes.

For a few minutes I watched my angel fingering herself as she watched two men double penetrate Gauge (a popular adult film star in the early 2000’s). This got me hard. I wanted to run in the room and join my baby on the couch and see what might happen. Instead I quietly went upstairs to masturbate.

As I laid in my bed stroking my cock several scenarios filled my head. All of them ended the same way, with me fucking my daughter. I don’t know how many times I made myself cum that night, the only thing I can say with any amount of certainty is that I no longer viewed my daughter in a way any parent should. I wanted her more than I wanted any girl before.

This made me feel like crap.