Troy’s face darkened as he said, “Don’t call me “Daddy.” Sally was startled by the anger in his voice. She wasn’t going to call him 'Daddy'. He wasn’t her father or step-father. He wasn't even her mom's boyfriend. Troy was her mom's personal trainer and a convenient date for tonight’s office party. Tall, with a body chiseld by hours of vigorous exercise, Troy made Sally’s mouth water but she never thought of him as a father.
But when Sally looked at her mother and Troy, she was jealous. She wanted to be the one on Troy's arm instead of her mother. She wanted a man of her own. What would her mother think if Sally took Troy for herself?
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Troy looked angry as he said, “Don’t call me “Daddy.” Sally was startled. She wasn’t going to call him 'Daddy'. He wasn’t her dad or step-dad. He wasn't even her mom's boyfriend. He was just her mom's personal trainer and her date to the office party tonight.
Sally’s best friend, Mary Ann, made it worse. She said, “You’re not old enough to be her dad. You're closer to our age than her mom's."
‘Thanks Mary Ann’ Sally thought. ‘Let’s state the appallingly obvious.’
Gloria (Sally’s mom) chuckled and said, “Well, he’s old enough for me.” She wrapped her arms around Troy and gave him a peck on the cheek.
Sally grabbed Mary Ann’s arm to drag her away from the pair. Sally was mortified as she pulled Mary Ann into her bedroom. She just wanted to go hide. She’d never seen her mother act that way. Her mom talked about men she liked or who looked good, but she’d never done anything in front of Sally before. Sally didn’t know how to act. Her mom wasn’t doing anything wrong but it didn’t feel right. Sally didn't understand why it felt wrong but it was simple. When Sally saw her mother with Troy, she was jealous. She wanted to be the one on Troy's arm instead of her mother.
When the girls ran away, Gloria kissed Troy again and ran her hands over his chiseled physique. "Mmmm, Daddy. You feel so good to me."
"Don't call me Daddy," he hissed.
"Why, Daddy? Will you spank me if I'm a bad girl?" Gloria leaned in and kissed his neck. Her kisses left a wet trail down his neck and over his chest.
About the Author
Nick Foxx grew up in the rural south. He studied music and art with some of the finest musicians and creative minds in the country. He played first professional gig (and got paid) when he was twelve years old. That was six years after his first play was chosen to be produced for a theater workshop at his school. Over the years, he's won awards for music, writing and art. More than two dozen albums that he produced, engineered or wrote music for grace the wall of his office. He's scored independent films, stage productions and written jingles. After forty years in the music business he still finds time to write music for TV and record work of his own. Under the pen name Nicky Faulkes, he won the Earth Day award from literotica.com for his story "The Time Of My Life". ------------------------------------------------ If you write a review and send me your email address, I'll send you a code to download a similar book FREE! (Limit one per reader) firstname.lastname@example.org Aren't you glad you read my bio? ------------------------------------------------