Romancing Daddy

Danielle Conti had been looking forward to this summer for a long time. As long as she could remember she’d wanted to learn the language of her ancestors and see the country that her family had left a few generations earlier. Now she was 18, a high school graduate and heading off to college in September. Her parents had finally decided that it was time for her to go.

It had been a stressful spring. Danielle’s parents had decided to divorce after 18 years’ marriage when it turned out that Danielle’s dad wasn’t her biological father. Danielle still felt guilty about it.

She’d had a routine blood test and when she brought the paperwork home to show her parents, her dad exploded in a rage as she couldn’t possibly be his daughter with that blood group. Her mother had broken down and said that she’d had an affair with a boy in after the summer when they got engaged and Danielle was his daughter.

Daddy had been missing from her life these last few months. He took her younger brothers and moved out. He’d showed up at her graduation, but the closeness that had existed between them when they still thought he was her biological dad had been replaced by a weird tension.

It was a relief to come to Italy. Even though she wasn’t biologically related to the Conti family, her mother had some Italian blood in her, and she’d told Danielle that her biological father also had Italian ancestors.

She’d been here for three weeks now and she was starting to feel at home. She’d known very little Italian when she arrived, but she was already starting to feel more confident. She could order her food and ask for directions now, and shopping in the market had become second nature.

By the time her 8 weeks were up she’d be well prepared for Italian studies at college. But first she was hoping to learn some more. She’d been flirting with an Italian bartender for two weeks. He was the perfect Italian stallion. She knew that he wanted her and she wanted a sexy guy like him to liberate her from her virginity.

Nick Conti walked down the familiar streets of Rome. His parents had emigrated from here before he was born, but frequent visits as a child, and biannual business trips as an adult meant that this was like home to him. He’d never taken his family here. Out of his children it was only Danielle who’d shown any interest in coming here, and his wife had been completely opposed to any overseas travel. The fat cow was so lazy she wouldn’t consider any travel that didn’t involve packing the whole house into a mobile home and then park it at some lake where the kids could play and she could continue watching TV.

Thinking about his ex-wife still made him mad. He’d proposed to her so that she’d part her legs for him, then she’d passed some other guy’s bastard child onto him for 18 years. He loved Danielle with all his heart, but her conception had been the start of 18 years of hell for him and now it had turned out that he needn’t have gone through it.

He was still very bitter and he realised that he’d taken it out on his poor little girl. That was why he’d timed this trip to coincide with her language course. He needed to meet with her in a neutral place and talk things through. They had to decide where to go from here. He couldn’t stand the thought of not being part of her life anymore.

It was funny how the mind worked. Danielle looked nothing like him or his ex-wife, but he’d always attributed her vibrantly red hair and seductively feminine curves to the genes passed down from his very own grandmother, who by all accounts had been a real beauty in her day. Maybe subconsciously he’d always known that Danielle wasn’t his daughter. He thought about all the mistresses he’d had through the years and the majority of them had been very similar to Danielle. Now that she wasn’t his daughter anymore, he’d let his fantasies drive him wild.

He’d almost reached Danielle’s school when hoards of students started coming out through the doors. He soon saw a group of pretty young girls, half of whom he’d gladly fuck right then and there if they’d let him, and in the middle was his own Danielle.

“Dani!” he called out and was pleased to see a smile on her face.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed and ran up to hug him.

“I couldn’t come to Rome and not show my favourite girl a good time,” he joked with her.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” she smiled back, and they both knew the depth of that statement. “Let me introduce you to my friends. This is Elke, Anja, Dorthe, Francine and Bridget.”

After he introduced himself to Danielle’s friends he asked them to excuse him for ruining their weekend plans as he wanted to spend some time with his daughter. The girls had planned on going out to the beach and Danielle told them to go without her.

“I have a suite at the hotel,” he said to Danielle. “Why don’t you pack a weekend bag and you can stay with me.”

Back at her student accommodation Danielle was ecstatic. Daddy had come to see her and the awkwardness that existed between them back home, with mother present, was all gone. They were going to be alright. She smiled to herself when she remembered how the other girls had looked at daddy. He sure was good looking. At 38 his hair was still jet black and his chin looked as though it had been chiselled out of stone. There was not an ounce of fat on his 6 foot body, but plenty of muscles, a testament to his strict nutritional regime and hours in the pool and at the gym. It had always been a mystery to her how her sloppy, fat mother had caught someone like him and now she knew.

She packed some of her nicest outfits as she was sure that daddy was going to take her to some fancy restaurants. She was a little concerned about not having a nightgown. She slept in the nude and had only brought a sexy babydoll nightie with her in case she managed to be seduced by some Italian stallion. The thought of daddy seeing her in that outfit made her pussy tingle in an unfamiliar way.

Later that afternoon Danielle and her dad walked past all the famous landmarks in Rome. Danielle could see the looks in the eyes of the girls and women who saw them and she knew that they were jealous of her being with such a handsome man.

Nick wanted to kill all the young men who were eying up Danielle. Any one of them would willingly take her to bed if she’d let them. He let his own eyes wander across her body. She sure was hot. She was wearing a white dress that was held up with two straps that were tied across her shoulders. He wondered if the dress would simply fall on the floor if he pulled them. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it, and for the first time he realised just how big her tits were. They must be at least c-cups, but young and pert. He felt an ache in his groin.

Daddy treated her to some wine with dinner and, not being used to alcohol, Danielle was feeling a bit tipsy as they walked back to the hotel. As he closed the door behind them daddy smiled at her.

“You’re so beautiful tonight, Dani,” he smiled and brushed his lips across her.

“You make me feel beautiful,” replied Danielle.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do all afternoon,” he continued and caressed her arm.

“What’s that?”

“This.” Nick pulled the straps of Danielle’s dress and it fell soundlessly to the ground. He took in the sight of her body. She’d obviously been doing some topless sunbathing since she arrived in Italy.