Ever since my dad welcomed me into his life after my mom hid me from him all this time, he’s treated me like a little princess. Adjusting to life in America wasn’t all that easy, but watching American TV shows made me prepared. He was more than happy to help me adjust, especially since it was my mom’s dying wish for me to go to America as soon as I graduated. Even if I was a “one night stand” child, my father cared for me enough to put aside his anger to my mother for hiding me as his love for me overpowered it and brought me to him in America. I didn’t have much going for me back home, and I didn’t like it so much anyway and it’s not like my family liked me for being a result of the promiscuity of my mother. It was only my grandmother who loved me but she passed away a few years before my mother did.
Though my dad tried to spend time with me as much as he could, he was away a lot. I would go with him on his vacations and hiking trips, but when he went to travel for work, I usually just stayed at home. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do yet and my papers were still being finalized and I wasn’t legally allowed to work. Having just finished high school, I didn’t want to just go back to school either as I wasn’t really a fan of lectures. Boooring. So I just went on walks, but I would always get the “shouldn’t you be in school?” look or statement from people. I guess it’s because I’m half asian and petite, that some people think I’m younger than I am. Sometimes I wish I had a “Yes, I’m an adult. Thank you” sign over me.
My dad had a business trip again, but unlike the other times when he would have to leave me home, they actually paid for my ticket and rented us an Airbnb house instead of a hotel room. I was so excited! Even if we traveled together on vacations, I was so happy to not have to miss him again, especially since the trip was for an entire month!
We got to the Airbnb without any problems and my dad went to work like normal. I just stayed at home most of the week reading some books as I was too scared to go out on my own. Over the first weekend, we went and did some sightseeing though. It wasn’t a big city but I love the countryside anyway. It was so nice having such fresh air. It was nice getting to the south too since I was a country fan but it sucked that I was too young to go into some music bars. On Monday I had the courage to walk around. I had some weird looks like normal, but I was too happy to care this time. I bought a nice country outfit with boots, daisy dukes, and a button up flannel shirt, complete with a cowgirl hat. I’ve always wanted to have the outfit on and maybe even tie up the shirt and thought this would be nice to wear back home for summer.
My dad came home shortly after I got home and was happy to hear that I went around. While we were about to make dinner though, there was a problem with the sink. My dad ever being the handyman, stubbornly refused to call the Airbnb host and claimed that he knew how to fix the problem. We went down to the hardware store where my dad went to find the tools he needed as well as the parts. I have no idea what they were or how they worked, but it seemed he knew what he was talking about as the guy at the store seemed to respect his knowledge. It was a family store owned by Ricky, an older southern gentleman who was retiring with his wife Maureen and handing it over to his son and his family who were about to move back after leaving for the city. Really nice people who let us understand what southern hospitality means and told us all about their family and the town. After a long chat, my dad and I finally went home, but not before Ricky and Maureen gave us their card and told us to call if we needed anything. Like a true handyman, fixed the sink problem in just a fraction of the time it took us to get everything we needed.
The next day, my dad went to work as usual, and I thought I’d go for a nice walk after brunch. It was quite hot by noon, and I was wishing I had my cowgirl hat on and shorts instead of jeans. I went back home to change, but when I got back I got lazy and decided to take another shower instead. While putting on clothes I accidentally dropped the ring my grandmother gave me into the sink. I frantically tried to save it but it went right in the hole. Stupid me. Why did I have to remove the cover to drain it earlier after washing my face and not just pull it up? I sent a message to my dad and he told me to call Ricky and Maureen. Well, ok, he said to wait until he got home, but I was hysterically crying so my dad said to give them a call.
I called them and Maureen picked up and somehow her greeting of “Hi sweety” was so comforting I stopped crying immediately. I told her all about what happened and she mentioned that she’ll send Ricky over since he used to be a plumber. Wow, I guess my dad really knew his stuff if he got the respect of an actual plumber! In about half an hour, Ricky came over with some cookies Maureen apparently baked the night we left. I’ve never had cookies so sweet! Ricky being the pro that he is, got my ring out right away. I immediately cried and hugged him thanking him over and over again. I told him all about my grandmother giving it to me and that she was the only one in my family to really love me other than my mother. He was so comforting about it and even said that I didn’t owe them anything and that it’s all just southern hospitality. I tried to insist, but he really refused and deflected the insistence into asking about my day. I told him about my nice walk and wishing that I had the cowgirl hat I bought the day before and the “country outfit” I got. I immediately realized that it might’ve been offensive since I heard about how cultural appropriation was a thing in America, and apologized to him. He said it wasn’t a problem at all and told me that I shouldn’t be ashamed to wear it. Somehow hearing that in the accent of a southern gentleman made it much more comforting and I was once again proud that I had it. I offered to show him what I got to see what he thinks and he said that he’d be delighted.
I went into my room and changed into the outfit. My boobs are quite small, so tying up the shirt didn’t do much to “accentuate my features”, even if I left it unbuttoned. Well, whatever they were anyway. Everything else looked good though. While putting on my boots I heard him ask if everything was ok. It was just about a minute since I started changing, but it was then that I realized he thought that I was just going to take the stuff and show it to him, and maybe wear the hat. I was already almost done putting my boots on though, so I just thought I’d finish it up. I went outside and apologized for the misunderstanding and taking so long but he with his comforting self said it was fine and that I looked like a “fine lil lady”. I was so proud of myself. I’m a southern gentleman approved country girl!
I went over to give him a hug and say thank you. He was half a foot taller than me so hugging him made him need to bend down. Just as I felt his arm on my back, his back started to hurt and he screamed in pain. I immediately helped him to the couch to lie down (ok it was mostly him but I TRIED to help ok?) and he then called Maureen on his phone, telling her what happened but that he’s ok and just needs to lie down for a while, but also being proud that he got the ring out of the drain. I couldn’t hear Maureen but by the look of his face it seemed that all was okay. He hung up, told me Maureen said hello and that she hopes I liked the cookies, and that he just needs to lie down for a few minutes. I went to get him a glass of water and sat by him and listened to even more stories about the town, like how he met Maureen, how his son grew up and left and how painful it was, and all that. After about half an hour he said he was ready to stand up, but couldn’t on his own, though he tried by grabbing the backrest of the couch. I went to stand on top of him on the couch, after taking off my boots of course as well as my hat, but couldn’t pull him up that well. We got halfway up before I couldn’t hold him anymore and he fell back down, but thankfully said he was ok.
I kneeled down over him at his upper legs to rest while we figured out how to do it. He thought he’d try again holding the backrest but holding onto my hip with his other hand while I hold the backrest for support. He got up halfway and fell back down again, but thankfully ok once again. He put his hand down from the backrest and it rested on the other side of my hip. The shorts were low cut so his thumbs were actually touching my skin. It felt interesting. There was pressure, but not too much that I would think he was doing something. He said that he was sorry and that maybe we needed to try something else. I told him that my dad should be home in a few hours and that he’s welcome to stay but that he should probably tell Maureen about it. He agreed and called her while I went to go get another glass of water.
When I got back he told me that Maureen was thanking me for being so nice and showing my own southern hospitality. I loved it so much that I blushed. We talked some more, this time about some of the trips he’s had around the country and told me that I should really go visit Boston to see stuff about the old America. I told him a bit about mine too, but he saw that it was painful for me to talk about so he didn’t ask much. I didn’t really like talking about my life before since it didn’t have many happy stories.
About an hour before my dad arrived, he started feeling better again and tried to get up on his own. I held his one hand while he held the backrest and he sat right up! We celebrated like our team just won the Super Bowl. Yay! He kept thanking me and saying that my dad was lucky to have such a good daughter, which wasn’t something I heard very often growing up. I asked him if there were some areas where we could go horseback riding and he told me to drop by the shop tomorrow with my dad and one of his friends would take us out for free. I was so excited! I went to go hug him again from the other chair in the living room, but told him not to stand up this time, so I just hugged him while he sat. His hairy arms around my waist tickled me a bit and he noticed my reaction and apologized, but I said it was fine.
As I stood in front of him I asked if he would like to try to stand. I moved the small coffee table and grabbed both his arms reached out to try to pull him up. Somehow this was harder and now my own lower back was starting to hurt. I suggested instead that I turn around and pull him while facing away as he holds my arms. He loses control of my right arm and I flail away, but he pulls me back with his left hand and pulls me back reflexively and grabs my hip with his right hand to stabilize me. He checks if I’m ok and asks me to sit next to him to rest a bit, holding me and guiding me to the spot to the right of him. I apologize for being too small and weak and he reassures me that it’s all fine and it’s his fault for being overweight and that I was doing the best I could, comforting me with his hand over my right shoulder. I instinctively lean in and his hand moves down my small arms holding me in. And of course I start crying.
He comforts me and asks what was wrong, and I tearfully explain to him that I was given shit my whole life every time I messed up, even for really small things, and it wasn’t until I got to America with my dad that I was actually cared for for the first time so I’m still getting used to it. He holds me closer and I get on top of his lap so I can give him a proper hug. Well, kinda, he has to hold me up with my upper thigh because of his belly. As he held my hips on his lap, I asked if we could try again, and he agreed but on the condition that I wouldn’t beat myself up anymore after.
I did it again with him facing me and we succeeded. Yay Super Bowl part 2 celebration! I hugged him again, but this time with him not bending down to hug me back. He just patted the back of my head instead. He adjusted his back and I heard a crack, but he reassured me that it was a good one and that he could go sit back down again and that he would be able to get up this time on his own, and anyway my dad was coming in about half an hour. He asked to sit on the recliner instead on the other side of the room this time though as he said it was like the chair he had at home that he used to rest in. I followed him closely to make sure he’d be fine, though I don’t know if I could do anything if he fell, and he sat down and smiled at me. I went to hug him again and thanked him, but somehow the old recliner gave in and he leaned back with me accidentally. He apologized but I couldn’t stop laughing and apologizing too telling him that I wasn’t laughing because of the weight and yada yada yada. He told me to stop it and that it’s fine and that he embraces his size and that it’s probably just because it’s old. I told him that I wished I was as confident as he was, and he said that I should very well be. I sat up, well, knelt with one knee between his legs and one to the outside of his left, on his upper thigh while he remained reclined and told him my insecurities, like looking too young and not really having the “appeal” that most American women had and what most American men wanted.
He reassured me that everything about me was fine and there was nothing less womanly about me than others. Being a very petite girl with almost no boobs and just a bit of an ass by Asian standards, it meant a lot to me. He even said that other girls would be jealous of me, something which I couldn’t really believe, then he told me about women wanting to lose weight. We went on for a bit, forgetting that he and I were in that position because of something funny. Luckily the armrests were hollow so my legs didn’t hurt too much. I told him that I should probably get up so he can move around and he said that he’ll help me.
Him being stronger and bigger made things easy. He put both hands on my waist, and I started laughing. It tickled, somehow, even without the hairs. He apologized and took his hands off, but I said it was okay. I grabbed his hands and put it back there and laughed again, but this time he didn’t feel bad and laughed with me. I apologized again for being childish and he reminded me that I shouldn’t say that and that I was a beautiful independent adult woman. I nodded and leaned forward to give him a hug with his arms still around me. I pulled up and sat back down this time with his knees between me as I readjusted. I felt, something. He blushed and adjusted me further back a bit and apologized. I instinctively asked what that was, but I knew what it was. He then kept apologizing and apologizing and I said it was fine.
After he calmed down, he said, “Well, there you see, you’re one grown adult woman.” I guess I couldn’t argue with him. I looked at him, and without thinking, pulled the end of my knot of my top to untie it and he stuttered as he asked what I was doing. I didn’t really know what but I opened up my revealed shirt to expose my two small brown nipples on my light brown body. He could only stutter “Oh…my…Kira…what are you doing?” I took one of his hands from my waist and brought it up to my left breast and his thumb twiddled with my nipple. I let go of his hand and it remained there while I noticed that his other hand started moving up my body slowly.
I knelt up and went for his pants. Seeing his face as I touched the outside of his pants looked like years of neglect leaving his body slowly. I unbuttoned the top of his pants, unzipped him, and his dick prodded through his underwear. I looked up to him and found that touching it from his underwear made him react even more, so I reached in through the peek hole and pulled it out. It was big. Maybe not for everyone, but for me it definitely was. I looked up and it was as if all those years of neglect was leaving him even more rapidly. I leaned forward again to kiss him as the moans were leaving his mouth. His hands hands moved to my hips as I knelt up to kiss him better. He stuck his tongue into mine as I held his face and head. Then I moved my right hand as I kept my left on his head and unbuttoned and unzipped my daisy dukes. Instantly, he started moving them down, with his thumb firmly in place, taking my underwear off at the same time. After a short struggle I kicked them off and laughed with him.
I pushed myself lightly off him and could see concern in his face. “It’s okay, I want this… I really do,” I said to reassure him. “Oh, I’m on birth control too, don’t worry,” which got a small smile out of his face this time. Before long after that, he pulled down his pants further, and he guided me right to his hard cock. Him pushing me down on his cock as it entered me is something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. Not just because it felt amazing feeling his hard cock enter me and surprising me with more and more of it when I thought it was all inside me, and not just because I had to hold on to the armrests to not fall, but because I saw his face with so much pleasure. He lifted me up and down. We were having difficulty, so I asked if he wanted to move to the couch. We got up without incident, but as I went to the couch, he indicated that I should just kneel on the couch facing the backrest.
He went over behind me and grabbed my hips. I was too short, but it didn’t matter for him. He lifted me up like I was a small toy as I held the backrest and he slowly thrusted his hard cock into me. I loved it. I loved being like a little plaything for him. He asked me if he could go faster and I told him, “fuck me as hard as you want.” I wish I was better prepared for it, but sometimes I’m glad I wasn’t , as that somehow clicked a switch in his head and he went all out, fucking me from behind so hard that I kept my hand to the wall and was thankful for the gap behind the couch. I could feel him and looked back, looking as he thrusted harder and faster into me with his face looking like a man possessed and wanting nothing more than giving me everything and releasing all that pent up sexual desire. It was amazing. I couldn’t help it. I moaned loudly and screamed as I came. He didn’t stop. He kept going, pushing it into me while keeping me held up this entire time. I had to bite my lip as seeing that was so hot. Knowing that he had all of this pent up and that I was finally giving this to him made me so happy and proud.
He slowed down and asked, “Kira, where do you want me to cum?” “Inside me of course,” I answered with a smirk that caused him to re-enter his rage and fuck me hard. His eyes looked like he had more purpose now. He was gonna fuck me until he came inside me. I couldn’t help how hot it was and started cumming as well, and just as I was finishing, I heard him scream as he put his last thrusts into me and let me gently down on the couch as he pulled out his cock from me, covered in my cum. Oh my god.
He was at a loss for words after, other than some mumblings of “Oh my”, coupled with questions if I was okay. I turned around and looked at him while I laughed and his cum dripped from me. “I’m more than okay, you really made me feel like a woman Ricky.” He hesitated and explained that wasn’t his intention. “Yes, but you made me feel so comfortable that I wanted it. Plus it was a lot of fun,” I said as I smirked at him. He awkwardly smiled and then rushed to put his clothes back on as he remembered that my dad was gonna be home soon. I told him that I better shower while grabbing my shorts and underwear, and he agreed while hastily putting back on his clothes.
And just like perfect timing, my dad rings the doorbell as Ricky puts on his last shoe and gets up to answer the door. Meanwhile I’m in the shower, sticking a finger in me, and then licking the cum of the 65 year old man my dad is talking to, put inside me.
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