Chapter 5

Later that night ... at Denny’s...

Maddie was a bit obviously nervous as she sat with me at the famous family diner restaurant. She smiled and laughed awkwardly, blushing a bit, even as she played some footsie with me under the table. She kept finding excuses to let her hands brush against mine, to lean over, to touch me in whatever ways she could. She definitely seemed to want plenty of physical contact, no doubt of that. She also blushed a lot as we sat there and ate, acting a lot shyer now than she did the night before. She smiled at the waiter, but it was evident that he was as gay as fuck, so that might have been a factor.

“So, what was with the ... kiss?” I asked Maddie directly, even as she laughed, blushed, and leaned over to do it all over again.

I received that kiss with the same level of enthusiasm as last night, impressed by her level of affection for me. Then she drank some coffee, as did I, while waiting for our food to arrive. It wasn’t too much of a wait, but it was long enough for her to keep staring at me as if I was some kind of gazelle and she was a lioness on the prowl. She licked her lips, stared at me some more, and then I heard my phone buzz with texts at the same time as her. I checked and it was Angel. I wondered who would send one to Maddie, but that turned out to be a group chat with, you guessed, Angel as well.

“So, you want my Daddy to be your Daddy, too, right? Or at least your baby Daddy. XOXO. Go for it. You saw that, Daddy, didn’t you? I’m urging both of you to fuck each other and soon, hopefully at the end of tonight’s date. Make me proud, please, Daddy, and rock her world! You be sure to wear him out, Maddie. Drain his balls, pretty please,” my firstborn told me, even as she included some heart and kiss emojis.

“I certainly plan to, of course. I want him to be Daddy to me, too. I want to think of him as my adopted Daddy and have Daddy spank, kiss, lick, finger, grope, and fuck me. Can I be your new, adopted daughter, Daddy?” Maddie replied, winking and blushing at me as she sent that, even biting her lower lip.

“Maddie and Daddy, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G...,” Angel teased us both, even as Maddie resumed the footsie and the flamboyantly gay waiter returned to bring us our food.

“So, Moons Over My Hammy for the lady, and steak and eggs for the gentleman. I hate to ask, but ... is she your ... girlfriend ... daughter ... I’m just not sure. I’m just being nosy. Sorry,” Carlo, as the guy’s nametag read, asked me, prying into my affairs.

“Yes. He’s basically adopted me ... I hope. Very recently, in fact, even if I am twenty-one now. I also plan to ride him into the sunset if I can like a stallion. I love older men. Don’t you? Silver foxes are the best. I bet that you’d like him to ring your bell, too,” Maddie teased Carlo, who looked to be Italian or something and a bit of a pretty boy, with the prospect of servicing me.

“Okay, you caught me. I am Carlo. I am Italian. I am gay. I am a bottom. How did you guess?” Carlo shook his booty as he walked away, making it more blatant that he wanted his turn at my cock.

“He’s clearly some kind of underwear model when off the clock, don’t you think?” I chuckled now.

“Maybe, but he would certainly model some boxers or briefs for you ... Daddy,” Maddie tested the waters a bit.

“Just bear in mind ... if I’m your Daddy now, I get to spank you and otherwise discipline you, just like my other girls. What would your ... actual father ... think of all of this?” I probed a bit.