by Izzy Slam
“Damn it, baby, my cock is so hard for you.”
“Mm, I want to feel it,” I purred.
He stood upright and pulled me to him all possessive-like. I could feel his erection pressing into my tummy and it made me shiver with excitement. He fisted me by the hair and growled in my face. “That’s just a taste, baby. Just a small sample.”
I began to pant as I reached between his legs, and what I found didn’t seem like a small sample to me. Nothing about it was small at all. But as for getting a taste, that’s something I definitely wanted. I tightened my grip on his member, feeling it throb beneath my fingers.
Daddy pressed his lips to my neck and kissed me. His cock twitched underneath his pants. “Fuck, baby. I want to feel your mouth on my dick.”
He lightly pinched my nipples, and I hissed, enjoying the pleasure of his touch. Daddy pulled away from me and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor with a loud clang of the belt.
I dropped to my knees and sat beneath him, eager to take him in my mouth. And when he pulled the thickest cock I’d ever seen from his boxers, it took me a few seconds to grasp the reality of what I was about to do.
“You want this, baby girl? You want to suck daddy’s cock?”
“Yes,” I told him, nodding as he stepped closer to me.
He stroked his length several times, and his cock bounced up. Pre-cum seeped from the slit and I instinctively licked my lips, eager to taste him. I gripped the base of his shaft and ran my tongue along the ridge of his crown. I heard him release a long breath as I licked the underside of his length. His veins pulsated, and I could feel him throbbing with desire. It made my pussy leak.
“Mm, that’s good. Suck me, baby girl. Daddy needs to be sucked.”
Not wanting to wait another second, I wrapped my lips around his girth and pulled him in my mouth, bobbing my head slowly up and down. He laced his fingers through my hair and began pumping his hips, pushing himself deeper and deeper into my mouth, until the tip of his cock was rubbing my tonsils.
I coughed a few times and he grunted his pleasure. I swirled my tongue in slow circles while cupping his balls and softly fondling them. When I felt him turn to steel, he tugged my hair, and out popped his cock from between my lips.
“Now it’s daddy’s turn to have a taste. Get your ass up there on my desk, baby.”
He helped me to my feet, and I scurried back to his large, wooden desk, setting my bottom on the very edge. Daddy got on his knees, a little gleam in his eye as he lifted my feet onto his shoulders.
The second he gripped the strings along my hips, I pushed up, lifting my rear off the surface so he could remove the bottoms. He tossed it over his shoulder and ran his tongue over his lips as he eyed me coyly.
“You look so sexy with all these curves, baby girl,” he said, running his palm over my tummy. I had never felt sexier in my life, and I sure never expected my own dad to make me feel like a sex goddess. But that’s how I felt.
“I’m glad you like it,” I smiled at him.
He pushed my thighs open and spread my pussy lips apart. His tongue darted between my folds, lapping up my juices before focusing his attention on my hot little button. I gripped the edge of the desk and rolled my hips up to meet his licks, which honestly were bringing me to the edge much faster than I thought they would.
He shoved several fingers inside of my channel and wiggled them over my g-spot, making my legs tremble and my body shudder.
“Oh, yess! Don’t stop, daddy.”
I bucked my hips as he quickly flicked his tongue back and forth over my enraged clit while simultaneously finger fucking my dripping pussy. Oh god, it was so intense I couldn’t hold back. It felt as though a balloon were about to burst inside of me as I came.
My nipples grew tingly, and as they hardened, daddy reached up with his free hand and twisted them softly, electrifying my orgasm with ripples of pure bliss. I thrust my pelvis over and over as he licked and sucked my sensitive pearl. It felt like the orgasm that could go on and on for eternity. And he didn’t slow down for one second. Not until I pushed his head away.
“So good, daddy,” I breathed. “That was so good.”
He stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Pussy juices trickled out of me, running over my anus. Daddy gripped his thick cock and angled it at the entrance to my pussy as I set the flats of my feet on the top of his desk.
“I’m going to make you cum again, baby girl. Lie back and close your eyes.”
I did as he said, clasping my hands behind my head and feeling his hands grip my fleshy hips. He released a growl as he slid inside of me, stretching me so fucking good.
“Ah, shit, you’re so tight, baby.”
Daddy picked up my legs and pulled them high in the air as he eased into me further, going slowly so that he didn’t hurt me. But it didn’t even come close to feeling painful. In fact, it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. My pussy clenched around his as he picked up the pace, and when he began to slam into me, I huffed as my tits bounced violently up and down.
“Oh shit, you’re going to make me cum,” he grunted.
“Oh yes, daddy. Cum in my pussy.”
He touched my clit, and I couldn’t help but reach up and play with my tits. It’s like they needed to be fondled.
He swirled my girl bump with the pad of his finger, and I mimicked the sensation on my nipples, grazing them softly with a light, sexy touch.
Daddy went deep in my cunt, slamming into me with force and triggering another raging orgasm that makes me thrash on his desk.
“Oh fuck! I’m cumming again!” I cried out.
I could feel my walls contracting around his thick, turgid cock, and it was only seconds later that he hardened to steel.
“Daddy’s cumming too, baby. Damn, I’m cumming so fucking hard.”
His seed splashed along my walls then gushed out of my pussy. But he kept driving in and out with fury. Each thrust intensified my orgasm. He wrapped his fingers around my throat and slowed down, driving into me with long pushes as he angled his cock upward, forcing it to massage my g-spot.
I came again, screaming my pleasure this time and not caring who could hear me. And then my scream changed to one long moan as daddy grinded against me so hard that his balls tickled along the pucker of my asshole.
I quivered with ecstasy as he continued to fuck me slow and deep. And when he slid out of me soft and wet, I bore the hugest smile. Daddy leaned down and placed several kisses on my face.
“That’s one hell of a smile,” he said.
“Well, you put it there, so thank you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he lifted me up off the desk.
“Don’t thank me yet. You haven’t survived your first day on the job.”
Ten minutes ago, I would have growled angrily at that. But now, it doesn’t seem like that big of a deal.
“Will I get a bonus in my check if I do a good job?”
Daddy nodded. “You’ll get the biggest bonus. All eight inches, baby girl.”
I laughed and hugged him tightly. This summer was going to be so much better than I thought.
~The End
Big Brat’s Little White Lie
***
Little white lies are meant to be harmless. But this little brat knows just what she’s doing when she lies about where she’s been all night. And when I learn the truth, the jealous, possessive side of me comes out. As the man of this house, I decide she’s way overdue for a spanking. But the more she begs and pleads for me to stop, the more aroused I become.
And when I learn that she’s innocent, I have to take what’s mine.
I stood by my bedroom window, watching my stepdaughter Samantha slink through the front yard to her window. Glancing at the clock, I shook my head at the late hour.
5:59 am. Nearly five hours past curfew.
She had been out all night. And knowing that my alarm went off at 6:00 am sharp, she was obviously doing her best to sneak
her little ass in the house before her big, mean daddy woke up.
Unfortunately for her, I had awoken early. And my daddy radar had gone off big time, that niggling voice in the back of my head telling me something wasn’t right. I had crept across the hall and poked my head in my stepdaughter’s room, and sure enough, her bed was as empty as could be.
I immediately came back to my bedroom and swiped my cellphone off the bedside table. I didn’t want to worry because she had been out with friends last night, her usual set of friends, but I had to call and make sure she was all right. How guilty would I feel if I flew off the handle, only to find out she’d been in some horrible accident? But the minute I brought her number up on the screen, I heard the slamming of a car door. And I just had this feeling it was her.
The little brat actually stopped on her journey halfway across the yard to turn around and wave to the driver. Then some shithead came out of nowhere, ran up to her, pulled her close for a kiss, swatted her on the bottom, and ran back to his car while she watched.
The possessive part of me damn near went into a full rage. I did not like seeing some creep pawing at my stepdaughter. Not that I was surprised. She was gorgeous. But still, it ignited something in me. Something that felt very similar to the way I reacted when Samantha’s mother—rest her soul—ran into an ex-boyfriend not long after we met, and he treated her the same way, grabbing her and touching her like they had never broken up. I don’t know why I reacted like that. But I took a few breaths to calm myself. After a few seconds, I was relieved that she was okay.
No parent should ever have to worry about their kid like this. And no eighteen-year-old should be sneaking home in the wee hours of the morning. Not unless she had a damn good reason.
I set my phone down and walked back to her room, opening the door as quietly as I could. She was in the process of pushing the window up when I sat down on the edge of her bed. I drummed my fingers on my legs as she crept through the frame, pushed the glass closed, and switched on her bedside lamp.
“Ah! Daddy!” The look of shock on her face was priceless. I almost wish I had captured this moment on camera.
“Hello, Sammi.” I forced a smile.
“What’s going on. Is everything okay?”
“You tell me. I’m not the one climbing through my window at six o’clock in the morning.”
She bit her lip and brushed aside some hair, then set down her purse. “I know how it looks, but I can explain.”
“Good. I’m listening.”
“Well, Jane and I went to a late-night movie. But then after, her car wouldn’t start, and we had to call Jason to come get us. Well,” she chuckled, “his parents wouldn’t let him use the car that late, so we ended up having to call a tow truck. Took the guy hours to show up.” She rolled her eyes, like she had just been so inconvenienced by it all.
Jason. Her boyfriend. Hmm. I raised a brow, letting her know I wasn’t buying it.
“I would have called but I figured you’d be asleep. I really didn’t think we’d be out this late, and to be honest, I’m so freaking exhausted and just want to go to bed. If you don’t mind.”
Oh, I minded. I minded a lot. “You told me you were out with Chelsea and Monica last night.”
She flashed a deer-in-the-headlights look. “Oh, I was, at first. But then we ran into Jane, and they didn’t want to see the movie, and you know how that is.” She yawned and stretched her arms, revealing those creamy legs barely covered by her sheer thigh-highs and snow-white baby doll dress.
I’m supposed to believe she went to the movies in that? Right.
“So, who was the guy who kissed you in the front yard?” I asked, nodding toward her window.
Watching her mouth drop open, I could see the wheels churning inside that bright head of hers. “That was my boyfriend. He got a temporary job driving tow trucks. Small world, isn’t it?”
I wrinkled my face. “Jason? Is that the same boyfriend whose parents wouldn’t let him use the car last night??”
Samantha licked her lips and swallowed. “Did I say Jason? I meant Jackson. Jason, Jackson, Jane. I get them all confused,” she added with an awkward “I totally know I’ve been busted” laugh.
I bore my gaze into her as she plopped down in her beanbag chair, pulling her dress down to her knees.
“Cut the crap, Sammi. Let’s start over, and you can tell me where you really were last night.”
My stepdaughter’s head fell back and she let out a long, dramatic sigh. “Fine. I spent the night with Jason. He’s leaving tomorrow for boot camp, and I wanted to be with him his last night here.”
“You spent the night with a boy?” My anger just went up a notch.
“Yes, but daddy, nothing happened. I just wanted to hang out with him.”
Hang out. Right.
“You expect me to believe you spent an entire night with an 18-year-old boy and nothing happened?”
Samantha stared at me blankly. But then her eyes seemed to plead with me to believe her.
I wanted to believe her. But it seemed a little far-fetched to me. I was a teenager once. And I know what 18-year-old boys are thinking about All. The. Time. And to be honest, it’s not that different from what grown men think about all the time. Myself included.
“So where did you two hang out all night?”
She shifted in her chair. “We were at his house. I snuck in his window and then I snuck back out. He brought me straight home.”
“And his parents had no idea you were there all night?”
She made a face and slowly shook her head. “Nope, we were quiet as a mouse. Actually, we stayed up and binge watched a TV show on Netflix. Just laid there and cuddled all night.”
I raise a skeptical brow. But I had to admit, she was quick with the details, so maybe it was the truth. Didn’t change the fact that she had lied to begin with, though.
“Well, I suppose I have no choice but to accept what you’re telling me. Problem is, we still need to deal with the fact that you lied to me.”
Samantha rolled her eyes. “It was a harmless white lie, daddy. And I just told you I didn’t even do anything with Jason. That should count for something.”
I sat for a moment, gave it some thought as I studied my stepdaughter sitting there, trying to come off like she was so innocent. Like she hadn’t done anything wrong at all.
“The fact that you didn’t do anything with your boyfriend does count for something, Sammi. But there’s no way for me to verify that, so I don’t even know if it’s true.”
Her mouth fell open and her brows became stitched together as she glared at me. “Are you calling me a liar?”
“You just admitted to me that you lied about where you were all night. And now that you’ve come forward with the truth,” I made air quotes around ‘truth,’ “you can’t exactly expect me to toss all doubt the window.”
Samantha clenched her fists and pursed her lips. “That’s completely unfair.”
“You don’t get to decide what’s fair and unfair when I make the rules.”
Samantha had been known to throw a few temper tantrums here and there. And by the way her jaw was ticking and her face was turning bright red, I’d say she was on the verge of having another one. And it looked like I would need to step up to the plate to stop it.
“I’m eighteen years old now, daddy. You don’t make the rules for me anymore.”
And we’re off. I held back a chuckle. “That’s where you’re wrong, baby girl. So long as you’re living under my roof, and I continue to support you, I do, in fact, make the rules.”
A sarcastic, sour little smile spread across her face as she stood up. “Well then, maybe I just won’t live here anymore.”
Oh, boy. I’d that heard that one before, too. “Where are you going to live?” I asked as I stood up.
She shrugged her shoulders. “Chelsea’s been talking about getting a place of her own. Maybe I’ll move in with her.”
Samantha didn’t have a job
. But I wasn’t about to get into it with her about how she would go about paying rent. “Sounds like the perfect plan. Until then, you’ll follow my rules. And those rules consist of coming home by one am and not lying about where you’ve been.”
Crossing her arms over her chest and standing defiantly in front of me, it was apparent my stepdaughter was going battle with me over this.
Samantha gritted her teeth as she spoke to me with anger flaring in her eyes. “Fine. I’ll follow your rules as long as I live here. But it won’t be for much longer. Not under this type of dictatorship.”
“Glad we could come to an agreement, In the meantime, you’re going to be punished.”
She let out an evil laugh. “Oh, no, I’m not.”
I took a step toward her, feeling my hands start to twitch. I hadn’t spanked my stepdaughter in probably ten years. But with this level of attitude and defiance, coupled with the fact that she had spent all night with a boy (which seriously made me want to growl), my girl was cruising for a bruising. And I was itching to give her one.
“Yes, Samantha, you will be punished. That’s a non-negotiable right there.”
The corner of her mouth pulled up into a smartass smirk. “Ha. I’d like to see you try.”
Now it was my turn to smirk. I was literally holding back the laughter. Did she really think I wouldn’t be able to punish her? That I was weak? That I would just give up and let her win? This brat was sadly mistaken.
“Baby girl, I don’t need to try. When I set out to accomplish something, I do it.”
She let her hands slide down to her waist and kicked her hip out to the side. “You can ground me, lay down the law, tell me what I can and can’t do. Doesn’t mean I’ll listen.”
I cocked my head at her and brushed my thumb along her cheek, staring into those big brown eyes that were throwing daggers at me. She seemed to relax for a second, taken aback by my loving gesture. “That’s good to know, sweetheart. The thing is,” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close. Samantha gasped and put her hands on my chest. “I don’t need you to listen when I spank you.”
