Here we go: it’s time for Detective Daddy and the Yellow Rose of Texas! This one is 29 pages, single-spaced, so each of the five parts is going to be substantially longer.

In case you missed Detective Daddy and the Man with the Golden Bum, here it is for your enjoyment:

• Part 1
• Part 2
• Part 3
• Part 4
• Part 5

And now: on with the show!

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Part One of Five

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Sweetheart’s Diary, 9/25/14

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been joking with Daddy that we should open “Detective Daddy’s Detective Agency”, market it to our kinky acquaintances, and promise to help them find lost objects, meet up with missed connections, and help solve little problems that might be too embarrassing to go to their usual circle of friends with.

But as it turns out, the community tends to police its own pretty well. If someone leaves a toy at the dungeon, they post about it on Fetlife. If someone misses a connection, there’s usually a “who were you” thread. If there’s a predator out there trying to take advantage of newbies, word gets around. So, really, there’s not much for a detective agency to do in the kink community.

It’s okay, though, because Daddy found something new to occupy our time.

Or, more precisely, someone new.

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When I met Daddy thirteen years ago, he told me up front that he was curious about his sexuality. He’d been in a bad marriage for a while, and hadn’t ever had the opportunity to really explore. He and I fell in love fast and hard, but he was still curious and didn’t want to close the door to that side of himself, not until he determined if he really liked having sex with men as well as women or if it was just something that had been on his mind.

It was okay with me, in theory: I’d never been in a polyamorous relationship, but I understood bisexuality. I had a child already, true, but I’d also dated women. In fact, Daddy was only the second man I was ever in a real relationship with, and the first had been in high school, when Jim Grazer had convinced my fifteen-year-old freshman self that it was okay to have sex without using condoms. I love my son, but I wish I’d been smarter and waited to have him with someone who wasn’t just going to discard me.

A couple of years into my relationship with Daddy, we went to a munch together and he confessed after that he’d set his eyes on one of the guys there. He was shy (he still is), and it took a while for him to send a message, but finally he did.

Daddy learned that he did like sex with men.

And I learned that I liked to watch.

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The guy’s name was Joe, and he was an IT specialist at the company where he’d just finished his last consulting job the week before. “I’m pretty sure he was dropping hints,” Daddy told me as we cuddled in bed on Sunday night. “It’s been a while since he’s been with anyone; he was in a long-term relationship but his partner — he used the word partner more than once, too — died in a car accident.”

“That’s awful.” I snuggled closer to Daddy, his left arm around my shoulders, the fingers of his right hand linked with mine on his stomach. We were both naked (we didn’t wear clothes to bed; Daddy preferred it that way) and his left leg was tucked between my thighs. The blanket was across his waist and my hip, and I liked the way it framed his lower abdomen. Daddy got a little excited when he talked about the possibility of new relationships, and the blanket would soon give way to his cock if we kept talking. “Does he like you?”

“He doesn’t dislike me. We get along fine.” Daddy kissed my hair. “Are you sure you’re okay with it, sweetheart? Me talking to him about this?”

I nodded. “You were okay with me dating Lenore for three years. Why would it be a problem for you to be interested in Joe?”

“I wasn’t thinking about dating Joe.” His voice was rumbly in his chest. “You know I’m always happy when you’re happy, and Lenore made you very happy for a while.”

“She did.” Lenore and I hadn’t actually broken up; she’d gotten a promotion, and it had come with a transfer to Los Angeles. We’d decided together that a long-distance relationship wouldn’t benefit either of us. Five years later, we still saw each other from time to time, but we weren’t sleeping together anymore (Lenore had a steady girlfriend, and she wasn’t polyamorous). “If sleeping with Joe will make you happy, and as long as you talk about STI status before you do anything, then I’m okay with it. I promise, Daddy.”

The idea must have sunk in; the blanket shifted. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around Daddy’s cock, which was now hard and thick. He moaned, just a little, as I moved my hand along the shaft of his cock. “Sweetheart…”

“Will he let me watch, Daddy?” I kissed his chest and tightened my thighs around his. It had been a year and a half since I’d gotten to watch Daddy have sex with another man. “You know how much I like to watch.”

Daddy nodded. “I know, baby. And I don’t know. I didn’t ask.”

“I liked watching you and Jesse.”

He moaned louder this time, probably remembering how hot it had been to take me right after Jesse had finished with him. That had been by far the biggest orgasm he’d ever had. I still had dreams of a threesome with Daddy in the middle, filling me with his thick, hard cock while he himself felt someone inside of him. The very thought made me shiver.

Daddy knew it, too. He rolled us over until he was on top, his cock hot and [hard] pressed between us, throbbing against my tummy. “Daddy,” I whispered. “Daddy, please…”

His fingers found me, found me already wet for him; they skidded across my clit and I whimpered, my back arching. “Already, sweetheart?”

I nodded, forcing my eyes wide open so he could see that I was being serious. “Now, Daddy, please!”

Normally he would have touched me more, used his fingers to get me ready, but I wanted him too much and he knew it. He moved between my legs, taking my ankles in his hands and opening me up. I felt the heat of his body like this, the underside of his cock pressed to my pussy, his balls against my ass. “Now, little girl?”

“Now, Daddy! Now now now n–“

He was inside me in one movement, his cock stretching me all the way apart. Tears came to my eyes; it hurt, but it felt good, and my brain short-circuited. My orgasm hit an instant later, clenching around him, and he was so hard and so thick and it was like trying to climb a wall of glass and being unable to get a grip. I could barely breathe it felt so good, and this was just the beginning; Daddy had put my legs over his shoulders and was bending me almost in half now, the head of his cock so deep inside of me, and he was throbbing hard enough that I almost came again just from that.

He pulled out a little bit, just a little, and then thrust in, and then I did come again. His hand was on my face and I turned my head to pull his thumb into my mouth, digging my teeth in hard. Daddy grunted (I have a strong jaw and he knows there’s always a chance I’ll use it) but didn’t pull away; instead he started to fuck me hard, coming almost all the way out before slamming back in, the head jamming against my g-spot every time. Daddy’s cock had the perfect curve for my body, and we fit together so well, and Daddy made me come every time a million times like he was doing right now.

Before long I felt Daddy’s cock somehow get harder and stretch me that much more, just a tiny bit, but enough that I knew. I put my hands on his chest and pushed against him, and he grabbed my wrists and forced me back down onto the bed. My legs wrapped around his waist and I writhed, my body wanting to get away, to reach for him, but Daddy was too strong and he was fucking me too hard and then with a primal cry his cock was pulsing inside of me, his orgasm pushing me over the edge, my wrists surely being bruised by his powerful grip even as my pussy tried to squeeze him as tight as he squeezed me.

At some point, I realized Daddy was still on top of me, his cock no longer as hard but still inside. We were both gasping for breath, and he’d let go because my arms were around him. He tried to pull away, but I put my left leg up and dug my heel into his butt. “Stay, Daddy,” I whispered, my throat sore from crying out to him. “Stay.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” His breath was hot against my shoulder, his voice ragged. “I love you.”

“I love you, Daddy.” I forced myself to squeeze his cock and it responded with a little jump. “Good luck with Joe.”

“Thank you, baby.” He kissed my cheek and then, with what seemed like a massive effort of will, pushed up onto his hands so he could kiss my lips too. “And I’ll ask if you can watch. Promise.”

I smiled. “Thank you, Daddy.”

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More tomorrow!