by Candy Quinn
“That’s it,” he says, licking his lips as he starts to pump again, reaching his two thick forearms out as he undoes my blouse, one button at a time.
I can’t help but knock his pencil holder to the ground, folders under my ass as he holds me in position. I can see his face in the dim light as he opens my blouse to find my red, lacy bra that I had to hide from my dad whenever I needed to wash it.
My breasts heave as he fucks me deeper, so deep that I almost feel like I’m going to black out!
But then he reaches out, grasps my breasts with his two powerful hands, sinks his fingers into the twin mounds. His greedy grasp pulls the bra away, to get at the stiff nipples, to maul and manipulate them as he continues to pump his hips and pound his dick into me.
“You’ll be doin’ more than just wash my car from here on out, lil’ girl,” he growls so possessively as I watch his ripped chest ripple with his motions, his abs and pecs glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration.
We’re wrapped in each other like a game of twister, but so much better. Though at his promise — or threat? — I shudder again. My stiff nipples are clasped between his fingers and thumbs, and he pinches them hard enough to send a jolt of pain and pleasure through my entire body. My pussy tightens around his cock, and he feels so good, I’ve long forgotten about my worries of getting knocked up. All I know is that I don’t want him to stop yet!
I watch him pound into me, more and more powerfully, all that hard muscle and sinew rippling as he makes me body quiver and quake. He’s a beast as he takes me, thrusting so hard and fast now as my pussy is stretched out around him. And all the while he’s fondly my breasts, squeezing and manhandling them, teasing my stiff nipples.
“Oh fuck… I’m gonna cum in this tight little cunt of yours,” he growls, and reluctantly relinquishes one of my breasts to reach down and tweak my clit again. “Cum with me,” he demands.
And his finger on my clit is all it takes for my mind to go numb and forget all about how he definitely should not cum inside me.
Instead... I like the thought. Of making my dad’s best friend, my principal, cum in me. It’d be the ultimate rebellion, and I start grinding into him, but I’m already so sensitive. It only takes a second before I gasp for air, and the waves of pleasure come crashing down on me.
I can hear him moan out loudly, and he’s grasping my body so tight as he fucks me through my orgasm.
“I am gonna pump you so full of my cum,” he growls amid his huffs and moans of pleasure, “I’ll take you away and make you my lil’ breeding bitch if that’s what it takes!” And no sooner than those filthy words were out of his mouth, he was ploughing into me one last time and exploding.
Thick gouts of his virile seed shooting into me as he lets loose such a gravelly, long moan. His hips bucking as he spurts more and more of that creamy load, filling me up to capacity and then some.
“Take it!” he growls, twitching as he blows his load into my raw, unprotected pussy.
My pussy is vibrating against him as jolts of pleasure go through me, and I hear something heavy crash to the ground as I flail desperately against the sexy older man.
When I finally come down from my erotic high, I’m gasping for air, covered in a thin layer of perspiration.
When the last of his cum flows into me, he falls over on top of me, his hard chest crushing atop my breasts as his lips find mine. We’re making out, our chests heaving as his tongue invades my mouth and we lay there atop his desk, sweaty and entangled.
Somehow, kissing him like that is even more intimate than having sex, and my arms wrap around him. I’m scared he’s going to leave. That after this moment, he’ll realize what we’ve done, and how wrong it all is, and he’ll run. For just a few moments longer, I want to savour him in all his masculine glory.
A few weeks have passed, and here I am. Staring down at this pregnancy test, letting it tell me what I already know: I’m pregnant.
I rub a hand over my belly and head on out. Mr. Wood is waiting for me in his car, and I can see him there, smiling my way. I head on over to his Cadillac, and slip into the passenger seat.
Immediately his hand is on my bare thigh, and he’s leaning in to kiss me on the neck. But I’m a bit tense.
“What’s the matter?” he asks, concerned.
“Mr. Wood… I’m pregnant,” I say, hanging my head a little.
He pauses, but then laughs and squeezes me thigh.
“Of course you are babe,” he says and nips my earlobe. “That was my intention all along,” he says with such devious delight.
“But what’ll I do?! I’m too young!” I protest.
“You’ll move on in with me baby,” he says, rubbing my thigh, letting his hand drift on up between my legs close to my pussy. “And when that belly grows big I’ll make it bounce, and keep you forever,” he declares possessively.
I glance up at him, biting in on my lower lip. He always knows just what to say to make me feel better, and dad... he’ll come to accept it in time. After all, Mr. Wood is his best friend, so who wouldn’t want the best for their daughter?
Seducing the Man of the House
Book Themes:
step-daddy, step-daughter, virgin, breeding, first time, webcam, cream pie
Word Count:
5,078
It’s an instinctual response now. When I see my webcam light up, I get horny. I can feel that tingle down low, my pussy getting moist immediately.
I’ve been camming for a few years, and it always works. But tonight, it’s different. Tonight, I finally figured out who’s been my biggest fan for the last few years. He always had a fake name, and never sent me any face shots. He was just as cautious about his identity as I was with mine.
He’d send me romantic gifts in the mail, objects off my wishlists. He’d always tip me huge on my birthday and holidays. He had me spoiled rotten, and I’d kinda fallen in love with him.
But early today, I finally figured it out. It was a silly slip up. He’d sent me another present, but the billing address was attached to the packing slip.
And the billing address was the exact same as the shipping address.
That only left me... and my step-father. No one else lived here, and as I worked through college, I guess he’d figured it out who I was. But now I had the upper hand, because I knew who he was, and he didn’t know it yet. But by the end of my camshow tonight, he would.
I wanted to do a special show. I’d been thinking about it all day, how I could coyly let my number one fan know that he’s actually my daddy. So I went out shopping and bought a brand new outfit. It’s a sweet little plaid skirt and a slutty button up top. With a pure white bra and no panties, I knew that I could at least make him remember me as his little girl.
But more than that, I changed the position of my laptop. Usually I do my show facing a blank wall. Tonight, I was going to do a show with just the corner of a poster that’s been in my room for years peeking through.
And I decided tonight would be kink night.
Daddy daughter night.
Tonight was the night I’d finally get what I wanted. My daddy, taking my virginity.
Yeah, it’s hard to believe I held onto that for so long, I know. I’ve always been a horny girl, I love to tease, to show off for viewers. I’ve had a real exhibitionist fetish since I was little. But along the way I never met a guy I actually trusted enough to get naked with and screw.
The guys my age were always so skeezy, such losers who never did it for me, and certainly never made me trust them. I was always a daddy’s girl at heart. I wanted an older man like him, one I could trust, who would care about me, and take care of me.
Turns out after all this time I didn’t want someone just ‘like’ him, I wanted my daddy.
Which explains why my attempts to date older guys never worked out either.
You see, my daddy’s not just sweet to me, caring and kind. He’s a total stud. The man works a lot, and he never misses the gym. He’s l
ike looking at a mile high mountain of muscle, but he’s all smiles and hugs for me. What girl wouldn’t want his warm smile directed at her? His big, bulging arms wrapped about her? His big, hard dick stuffed up inside her?
I was embarrassed about that for a long time, but since I discovered he was my top fan… I let go of it. He knew who I was. He liked me. Wanted me. He had to with how often he watched me stripping and masturbating on cam.
So now was my turn to let him know that I was onto him.
That I was into him.
My heart pounded as I turned on my show, looking at the lineup of people already filling my channel. With my dark black hair, my supple curves, and my killer tits, I had amassed a huge following. I was one of the top models on the site, and I treated it like a business.
At the pace I was going, I’d not only graduate without debt. I’d have enough to put a sizable down payment on a house and move out.
But why would I want to? I was spoiled rotten and I loved it.
And then I saw it. His name. My lips twisted into a smile as I waved at the camera.
“Hi boys,” I said seductively, licking my ruby red lips. “I hope you’re in the mood for something fun tonight.”
He always had a special place in the chat, he was almost always one of the top contributors to my shows, and within no time I saw his name pop up.
“Hard to believe you wouldn’t be fun in here. You’re the Queen of camming, Amber,” he said in the chat, though that wasn’t my real name, just my show name. But he was always so pleasantly upbeat and encouraging. “You look absolutely stunning tonight!” he said.
I flicked my hair over my shoulder, giving a mega wattage smile. I grabbed a lollipop that I had on my bed, taking off the wrapper and slowly, seductively putting it in my mouth. I never did anything really sexual in public chat. I saved it all for private.
But sucking a lollypop was just the right amount of kink and sensuality to get my fans worked up and ready to spend.
My tongue swirled around the pink candy, teasing it in and out of my ruby lips as I maintained eye contact with my webcam.
With my daddy.
Knowing he was on the other side didn’t make me nervous. It just made me horny as fuck.
It made me eager for more. I couldn’t wait ‘til my daddy took me private and I could bring out my toys and moan his name. His real name.
There it was on my screen, his reply, so filthy, especially knowing who it was saying it.
“God damn those pouty lips… that tongue… you know exactly what it does to us, don’t you? Imagining them working my cock instead of that candy?” he wrote from the other room.
I tried to picture what he was doing. Was he naked? Or would he start out clothed, treating this all like some delicious foreplay as he slowly undressed as I got him more and more worked up. I’d never really been into domming -- I’m way more of a submissive -- but now I kind of regret that I never forced him to do any thing in the past. That would’ve been fantasy fodder forever.
So instead, I have to use my imagination. Picturing him sitting there, his cock getting harder as I suck my lollipop and pout my lips at him. Him wanting me, but too decent to come in here and ravage me. It must make his balls ache to have to stroke himself off every night instead of sinking into my pure little pussy.
Oh yea, didn’t I mention that?
I’m a terrible tease, always holding on to my precious cherry just in case I found someone really worth my while.
I guess, now that I can be honest, I was holding out for him.
I lean back on my bed, bringing my finger down along the middle of my body, stroking between my breasts, down towards my panties.
“I know what it does to you, daddy,” I say with a wicked smile. “But you don’t know what it does to me.”
He was in that next room over, cock throbbing with need as he watched me touch myself, my dainty little fingers trailing down over my panties. It had to have jumped, spurt a little precum at my calling him that.
“If you call me that from now on, I’ll pay whatever it takes to get you in a private chat,” he said, and some of the others got upset that he was trying to monopolize me, take me from them. But he doubled down, “I’m serious. Name your price.”
My heart was racing. I couldn’t believe it. I stared at the words on my screen, over and over, as my breathing quickened and my pussy slickened.
Holy shit, I couldn’t help but think. He’s really into this!
I sent him a private message, and even my eyes bulged at how many credits I demanded of him, but before I could second guess myself, it was just he and I, alone in the chat room. I couldn’t see him, but he could see me, and my deliciously wet pussy that was just barely hidden by my panties.
I tugged them a little, making the lips kiss the fabric as I squirmed against the pressure.
“So I finally figured out your dirty little fantasy, daddy?”
There was a bit of a delay and I grew worried for a second, but then I realized: no, he’s in that other room, thick, veiny cock in hand, stroking it. And I know how thick and veiny it is, because once I got him to send me a dick pic. And there it was, so big and hard, his hand wrapped around it in one shot, and I could see his old school ring even.
“You have no idea, sweetie. You’re just the best girl in the world, daddy couldn’t be happy having any other,” he replied to me at last.
My fingers teased along the line of my panties, up along my stomach as I looked at those words. I was desperate for more. I wanted to make him have to come in here. To do the thing he’s resisted for years and just finally steal his little girl’s virginity.
“What does my daddy want me to do?” I asked, biting on my lower lip seductively.
“I want my baby girl to tug her little panties to the side and tease that tight, pink pussy for daddy,” he said to me, that big strong man in the same house as me giving me such filthy commands. “And then I want you to show daddy those titties of yours, baby girl. They’re the most perfect breasts daddy’s ever seen in his life.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
But another part of me... oh, it could believe. I’ve never been so damned turned on in my life. I can’t believe how much I want this! How much I want him!
Part of me wants to storm out. To catch him in the act, to expose him.
To tell him that I know what he’s been doing.
But that isn’t my fantasy. No. My fantasy is him storming into my room and fucking me with that huge, stiff dick of his.
I bring my hands to my hips, fingers sneaking into the side of my panties as I slowly bring them down towards my ankles. I kick them off, spreading my legs but hiding my shaved pussy with the palm of my hands.
“You know, daddy, I’m a virgin. I’ve been saving myself.”
I thought I heard something from down the hall; did he just moan?
“Fuck, are you serious? You’re such a good girl,” he replied in the chat window. “C’mon baby, show daddy that little virgin pussy. Daddy’s dying to see it so he can imagine sliding on in it, and taking that virginity of yours at last.”
And then popped up, “You wanna see a pic of how hard you’ve got me at that thought?”
I nodded fiercely as I slid my fingers up and down my pussy, spreading my juices and making the smooth skin glisten with arousal.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours, daddy. I’ve been dying to see it. To feel it in my pussy.”
Normally, I’d have no interest in a guy’s dickpic. But this was different. And when the link to the image popped up, I just couldn’t wait to click it.
There it was.
That thick, long, veiny shaft on full display between his muscular thighs. His boxer-briefs tugged down, his bare, rippling chest on display, those pecs, those abs, so scrumptious I could lick them all day. And his dick glistening with precum as his hand cupped those two heavy balls beneath.
“Show daddy that pussy now, sweetie. Be a good
girl,” he said.
My fingers moved upwards, glancing over my clit and making me shudder before I brought them to my lips. I tasted myself, my tongue wrapping around my slender digits and lavishing them like I wanted to lavish and worship that cock.
The entire time, I maintained contact with my webcam, knowing just what fantasies that I was arousing him. I was starting to push him too far. I was tempting him too much.
But that’s exactly what I wanted.
“Have you dreamed of fucking me, daddy? Coming down the hall, peeking in on your little girl? Hoping to catch me playing with myself so you could punish me with your cock?”
“It’s all I think about anymore,” came his response, followed by another image link. This one was a gif, and I got to see his strong hand pumping up and down his shaft slowly, that gorgeous member on full display, being beaten off to the sight of my naked pussy.
“It’s the only thing that gets me off anymore, thinking of fucking my baby girl,” he confessed to me, thinking his identity as my real daddy was still safe.
It was strange, the idea of us being so honest with each other, with him just thinking it was a game. Not knowing that the truth was in my words, and being understood in his.
I was so wicked, toying with him like that.
I shifted onto my hands and knees, looking up at the camera with my big eyes, the focus on my face so he could only barely see my body.
“Do you think of me taking your big, fat cock between my lips, daddy? Do you think about how my tiny mouth would feel wrapped around you? Do you wonder if I’d touch your balls or be too nervous, and you’d have to show me how to touch you just the way you like? Your little girl, your little slut, specially trained for daddy’s pleasure?”
“I dream of it all baby girl. But right now I want to walk in there, cup your chin in my hand and slide my dick past those pretty lips, and teach you how to suck daddy’s big dick like a good girl,” he said. And from any normal guy that’d be bluster, but I saw his dick, knew it was his. Big was an understatement if anything. “Let you feel daddy’s balls smack your chin as he got you used to his size, to what it feels like to please a real man with your mouth as I pet your beautiful hair lovingly.”
