“Yes, Daddy,” I groaned, feeling myself getting closer, but knowing I couldn’t cross the line. I was a one-come-an-hour girl. I knew that once I came, there was no way I could get a second one. I wanted to save it for when he was fucking me, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy being eaten out by him.
“Ah!” I yelped as he pushed his tongue hard against my nubbin, making me shudder with sensation. I lifted off him, plunged his cock into my mouth again, and began to work him hard, as if I wanted to bring him right up to the line like he had brought me.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned from beneath me. His ministrations started to slow, and I focused on rubbing my lip against the back of his cock head, knowing he’d be sensitive there.
“Oh, shit, no, I don’t want to come like this.”
I hopped off him, and leaned against the cushions of the sofa, my ass wiggling, inviting. He got up, and stood behind me, and all I could say to him was, “Fuck me, Daddy.”
*
My eyes lingered on my step-daughter’s beautiful ass, full, thick, and with her pink folds poking through. God, she was hot! My cock, hard, stirring, seemed to make its own way to her slit, and I dragged it up and down, spreading her wetness. She whimpered a little, looked over her shoulder at me with dark and fierce eyes, as though to say get on with it!
And so I did. I pushed my tip inside her, feeling her hotness, her wetness, and her tightness. She moaned, pushing back against me, and I watched as she swallowed up my manhood inch by inch, as I slipped into her tight tunnel bit by bit.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, gripping onto the cushions on the sofa so hard that her knuckle went white. She arched her back, but upwards, and so I changed my angle so that my cock would rub against her front wall, knowing she’d love it.
“Slow down,” she gasped, reaching back and grabbing my hand. And so I slowed my invasion of her, gliding forward bit by bit until I was fully buried in her. I could feel her squeezing her muscles, and I flexed my cock, and she laughed.
“Wow, Daddy,” she breathed. “You’re so big.”
“It’s all for you, baby,” I said, and it was the truth. I was in love with my step-daughter. I wanted nobody else but her.
*
“Oh, God!” I groaned, clenching my jaw and gripping onto the sofa. I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d never had anything this big inside me before. It felt so good, and as he stretched me, opened me up, I’d never before felt so full.
I hummed and grinned while he slid into me, focusing on the sensation of him filling me up. My clit cried for attention, and fuck if I wasn’t already so damned wound up, and so it delighted me when he started to fuck me, started to slide his enormous cock in and out of me.
“Ugh,” I grunted as he picked up the pace, as he blinded me with the promise of an orgasm so intense it might teeter on the edge of pain. “Oh, yeah,” I mewled, throwing my hips back at him, the sounds of our slick and slapping skin filling the living room. The sofa gave beneath my weight, and he started ton fuck me into it, driving himself into me, hands gripping my hips, while I braced myself against the cushions.
“You’re so sexy, Beth,” he growled, and he reached forward and tangled my hair in his fingers, pulling my head back. He leaned over me, still thrusting, and began to lick his way up my neck, and the sensation brought goose bumps out on my skin.
But all I could think about was the feeling of his cock entering me again and again.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, punching my hips back to meet his powerful thrusts. He was filling me up with his manhood, stretching me, stimulating everything inside me. I was enveloped by pleasure, breathless hints at my inevitable crisis only spurring me on wildly.
“Beth,” he grunted from behind me, and he slapped my ass hard. The sting was only matched by the ringing in my ears. I could swear the slap had echoed in the room.
“You make me feel so good, Daddy,” I mewled, and I grabbed his hand from my hip and guided it to my clit. “Now make me come.”
He was on my pearl instantly, powerfully, in circles just above the nubbin, making me squirm and writhe, losing me into the white-hot blur of bliss.
It didn’t take long. It didn’t take long at all. Like a spring coiling, I felt it growing within me, that pressure, that immediate need.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried, my lower abdomen tightening, the impending release giving me tunnel vision. “Oh, shit, don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop!”
It started in my belly, tight, urgent, and then my climax exploded inside me. I threw my head back, moaning my delight as my Daddy continued to thrust into me, drive me through my crisis, plunder my pussy for all it was worth.
Hot, white streaks of pleasure shot through my core, and I tightened up and spasmed and gripped onto the arm of the sofa so hard my knuckles went white.
“Come inside me, Daddy!” I begged, punching my hips backward to meet his oncoming thrust. “Fill me up!”
I heard him grunt, and he drilled himself into me deep one last time before I felt his cock swell inside me, before I felt myself grow tighter around me.
“Oh, Beth,” he groaned. “Fuck!”
*
I buried myself deep inside my step-daughters sweet little pussy one last time before I came, before pleasure rippled through me, before I was in heaven. Gripping onto the generous globes of her ass, I dug my nails in and held her hard against my pubis, my cock twitching inside her warm tunnel as I came and came and came.
I was filling her up with globule after globule of my warm, sticky seed, and I loved it.
And she loved it.
She wailed and pushed back against me, gripped my hand and moaned, “Daddy!” She squeezed and writhed, milking my cock.
And then it was over, and I was panting, sweating, and I ran my hand down the small of her back, feeling her beautiful and soft skin.
“Beth,” I groaned, moving my hand up her back and taking a fistful of her hair. I pulled it back and leaned forward, kissing her hard, loving that her tongue met mine with equal force. “God, you are such a hot little girl.”
“I’m your hot little girl, Daddy,” she breathed into my face. I grinned, and we looked at each other for a moment before she looked like she wanted to say something.
“What is it, baby?”
“It’s just…”
“Just what?”
“You’re still hard.”
I laughed, squeezing my pelvic muscle so that my cock thickened inside her. “It’s all you.”
“Well then do you think you could…?”
“Could what?”
“Make me come again?”
*
I looked over my shoulder, giving my hot-as-hell step-father a smoldering look. He returned my gaze with one equally hungry, and nodded, before pulling his cock out of my pussy and a moan out of my mouth.
“Sure, baby. But I want you on top.”
*
“Dad?” I whispered, staring at the plastic pen in utter disbelief.
“What?” He had heard the worry in my voice, and came over to the bathroom quickly, where I was standing in the door. “What?” he repeated.
“I, uh…” I showed him the plastic pen. It said I was pregnant.
He took it out of my hand, and peered at it, eyes narrow. I watched, almost in slow motion, as this great big grin erupted onto his face. He wrapped me up into his arms and kissed my forehead and my cheek before claiming my lips.
“That’s fantastic, baby,” he cried, pulling back and double-checking the pen.
*
Joy filled me. I couldn’t believe she was pregnant! I couldn’t believe that I had put a baby inside her. God knows how difficult it is for some people, but with us… it had happened so quickly.
I looked at my step-daughter, my new lover, and saw worry in her eyes. I instantly felt a pang of compassion. She was scared!
“Baby, baby,” I said, holding her, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Tell me what you’re feeling.” I saw a tear squeezed out of
her eye.
“I’m… I’m happy of course,” she said, half-laughing, her voice sticky and wet. “But… but I’m so young. How am I going to do this? I… no… I could never do that. I’m keeping the baby for sure. But… but I’m scared, Daddy.” She looked up at me, her eyes red-rimmed, her lips trembling. The sight broke my heart. Such a confusing storm of emotions raged through me.
“I’ll be with you, Beth,” I told her. “I’ll be with you always.”
“Will you come with me on my trip?” I looked at her. She was referring to her year backpacking. “I guess it won’t be a year, though.”
I thought about it. There was always a shortage of qualified firemen. I could easily get my job back. I might be transferred to another house, but a little extra travel-time was worth it.
“Okay.” I looked at her, watched the tears grow in her eyes. “We’ll go, but once you start really showing, we’re coming back home.”
“Okay,” she said, biting her lip. “So it’ll be a half-year thing.”
“Maybe less.”
“But Dad!”
“Beth, baby,” I said, stroking her arm. “It’s important.”
She nodded, and bit her lip. It was… God, it was hot. I was surprised at myself, but I was getting turned on. She noticed, saw the lump in my trousers.
“Are you hot for me right now?” she asked, grinning. “Because you knocked me up?”
I let out a small laugh. “Maybe.” We met eyes, locked eyes.
“Come on,” she said, leading me by hand to the bedroom. “I think it’s really hot, too.”
# # #
Serving Daddy by Natalie Deschain
My stepfather is wealthy. Not rich, wealthy. Rich people? He pays their salaries.
When my mother married him it was like a dream come true for all of us. He’s a little older than she is, but he’s aged gracefully. I’d call his hair silver instead of gray, and he keeps in fantastic shape. When you have the kind of resources he does, a personal trainer is nothing.
The best part was I knew, as soon as I finished my business degree, I would have a position in the company. I just didn’t know what that position would entail. My mother and my stepfather had made certain agreements, about my future. I didn’t put things together until I was dressing the morning before I officially started. Dad was already in the office- his day started at four thirty in the morning. He practically lived there, and Mom with him- working as one of his assistants, she spent long, long hours, leaving me to the house mostly by myself. The mansion, really. Today she was dressing me for work, showing me more care than she had in a long time, since before I went away to college. It started with me sitting on the edge of the bed as she brushed, combed, and styled my hair into a neat French braid that matched hers.
My mother is so beautiful. Knowing I looked like her always made me feel a swell of pride, even when I didn’t feel all that pretty myself.
I did my own makeup and my nails while she picked out my ensemble for the day. She laid out a conservative set of clothes, but a lacy black bra I wasn’t sure she knew I had. I wasn’t allowed to date in school, or even while I was away at college. Mom was very strict about that, and regularly asked me if I was thinking about being with a boy. You know, sexually. I knew it was important to her that I save myself, so I never argued, even if there were some close calls and I was very tempted from time to time. I as dressed, I reached to take a pair of underwear from my dresser drawer, and she stopped me with her hand on my wrist.
“Mom?” I said.
“No underwear,” she said, quietly.
“Why not?”
“You’ll see. Everything will be explained when we get to the office. Finish up getting ready.”
She waited for me outside. I put on a pair of black pumps to match my conservative outfit, chose a pair of glasses that matched my outfit, and stepped out into the hallway. She looked at me and nodded, smiling softly.
“You look perfect,” she said.
“Thank you,” I said, smiling.
She drove. We could have taken one of Dad’s cars, but Mom always preferred to drive herself, even if we rode in style. She seemed more and more edgy the closer we got to work, until her lips were pressed in a thin line and her face a bright pink as we took the ramp off the expressway. I was so excited I could barely contain myself. When she pulled into our reserved space in the company garage I almost jumped out of the car, and led the way. She had a key for a private elevator up to the top floor, where Dad’s office overlooked the city. The elevator was richly appointed in polished ebony, gold leaf and ivory, and always smelled like chocolate. When it came to a stop at the top floor, Mom took me by my shoulders.
“Carrie, listen to me, alright?”
I looked her in the eyes and nodded.
“Whatever he asks of you, you will do. Understand?”
Something about the way she said it made me a little nervous. “Yes, Mom.”
“Good, honey. You look wonderful. He’ll explain everything.”
I stepped out of the elevator, but she didn’t.
“Aren’t you coming?”
“I’ll see you later,” she sighed. “I have work to do. You’ll be fine, honey.”
The doors shut, and I was left alone outside his office. The plush carpet in the hallway crushed under my feet as I walked. It was eerily quiet up here, totally calm but for the soft rush of air conditioning. I walked silently to the door and touched the buzzer on the side. The doors, brightly polished mahogany, swung open on their own, and I stepped in.
My stepfather sat behind his desk, so expansive you could build a town on it, a gigantic slab of mirror polished ebony wood that caught my reflection even ten feet away. The entire room was thick with opulence. Expensive, antiquarian volumes lurked behind glass doors, and the bottles in his liquor cabinet were so old or expensive that it made it look like it belonged behind the bar in another, more expensive, universe. He was facing away, rocking in his fine leather chair, speaking softly on the telephone. He turned in the seat and saw me, and his expression warmed even as he continued speaking softly. I shifted on my feet and waited, trying not to look nervous. He was my father; I once danced with my feet on his (eight hundred dollar) shoes and he bought me my first car and toasted me at my graduation party.
Seeing him here was scary, though. He was a lion in his den, a silver lion. Finally he set the phone gently in its cradle and stood up.
He was dressed in a three-piece suit, though he was only wearing the waistcoat now. The immaculate cut outline the trim figure of his stunningly fit body. He had the physique of a man my age, but a face lightly lined with experience and soft silvery hair.
“Veronica. I’m so happy to see you here. Come.”
He motioned me over and I walked up to the desk.
“I’m reporting to work Dad… sir,” I corrected, quickly.
“It’s alright, sweetie. You can still call me Daddy if you like. I prefer that.”
He patted the desk and dropped into his chair. “Come here. Sit on the desk.”
Swallowing hard, I sat down in front of him, demurely crossing my legs.
“You’ve grown into a beautiful young woman.”
I blushed. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“I’m quite pleased. You and your mother were a package deal, you know.”
My smile deepened into a grin. “I know, Dad.”
“Now that you’ve come of age, it’s time for you to understand some things.”
He stood up, and moved closer to me. He sniffed the air lightly, in a way that reminded me of a wolf.
“I’ve never had children with your mother. Do you know why?”
I shook my head.
“You were her last. I love your mother dearly, but she came to me soiled.”
“Soiled?” I said, frowning.
His hand shot up and cupped my cheek. “Now, now, sweetie. Don’t take it the wrong way. I adore you. I wish you were mine. Your biological father was no
t worthy of you, or your mother.”
He lowered his hand and sighed. “She had the surgery after we married. I assure that her lack of fecundity isn’t for a lack of trying. I make love to her every morning and every night, and I plan to continue until we are both too old and grey to manage.” He smiled sadly. “I suspect I’ll be the one to go first.”
“Don’t say that, Dad,” I said, feeling a twist in my chest. I hated when he talked about things like that.
“I need a male heir, darling. That’s where you come in.”
“Me?” I squeaked. “I don’t understand.”
He moved closer, resting his hand on the side of my neck. His skin was warm but coarse, thickly calloused from his intense exercise regimen.
“You will bear my children. That’s why we had you save yourself for me.”
“What?” I looked around the room. “Does Mom know about-“
“It was her idea,” he said, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “At first I was leery of the idea… but as I saw you mature and flower into womanhood I realized it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”
I swallowed. “So do I have to go to a clinic or something like that?”
“Oh, my, no,” he said, smiling. “I had planned to do it the old fashioned way.”
I blinked a few times, looked away, and looked back as it hit me. “You mean…”
“Yes, baby.”
“But… Mom…”
“It’s not cheating, sweetie. We’re just keeping it in the family. Your mother offered me your virginity a long time ago. It’s time to collect.”
“Right now?”
In reply he swept closer to me, and I gasped, pulling away, but haltingly, frozen with hesitation. His scent filled my nostrils, a rich musk covered over by a leathery aftershave, like someone had tried to clean up a predatory animal and make him more presentable. His hand found my bare leg and lifted it, cupping my calf. His rough skin slid over mine, moving up my leg and hitching up my skirt as he pulled me to my feet and pulled the fabric up around my hips. I froze, feeling the chilly air move between my legs, the exposure making my heart pound in my chest. He looked down and his hand moved between my legs, hinting at a touch to come without resting on my soft folds. I could feel him move his fingers through the hair.
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