by Adrian Amos
I begin to unbutton my coat, my fingers slow and trembling, my heart speeding up as I feel my lips go dry. Oh God, I'm way more than a little nervous! I don't know why I didn't think I would be: I've never done anything even close to this before. I'm about to undress in front of a man, my stepfather of all people!
I stop myself and take a deep breath, steadying my hands and releasing the tension inside me. I go on, closing my eyes and focusing on my movements. The bottom button comes undone and I let the overly large jacket fall from my slender frame. It crumples on the floor around the stool with the whoosh of soft, folding fabric.
My daddy's eyes go wide, his mouth hanging loose as the scene takes over his mind.
I'll admit, I was decidedly sneaky when I chose this lingerie. I helped the image of my mother along by using an old bra and panties that she had stashed away from her thinner days. The panties are a basic black, but the bra is black with white lace trimming, circling my breasts to meet in the middle with a small pink bow. It's purely decorative, but I sure as hell would have loved if the simplest pull on it could cause the whole thing to come undone.
There's one last thing that makes the image all the more striking. The only difference between my mother and me is breast size: the bra squeezes my tits together, barely containing them in the small cups. My tits look heavy and amazing, luscious in roundness and plump with flesh. If anything, I look way better than she ever did.
“Mindy... what are you doing?” daddy murmurs, so shocked that he can barely get the words out.
I swat the butterflies in my stomach and remember my mission. Daddy deserves to be happy.
I fold my leg over the other, tightening them as I curve my hips. I pull on a strand of my hair, lightly playing with it in my fingers. “Don't I look a lot like mom did?”
I look at daddy. His eyes tell me everything as they search me up and down, finding their way to my tits and having a hard time escaping their pull. He swallows, his mouth probably drier than mine.
He clears his throat but doesn't say anything, clearly stunned by my reveal.
“You don't have to be nervous,” I say to myself as much as him. “I just wanted to show you how I looked in mom's old lingerie. Do you like it?”
I subtly push my arms together, causing my compressed tits to strain against my restrictive top.
He nods and speaks absentmindedly, “Yeah, you do.”
I beckon him over with the wave of a finger. “Come here, daddy.”
He takes a step forward, moving closer but somehow keeping his distance. “Babygirl,” daddy says, finally breaking the formality he'd been showing me ever since leaving my mom, as if we weren't family anymore, “I didn't think you felt like this.” He shakes his head, unconvincingly, “I don't think we should do this.”
“I didn't feel like this, not until mom treated you like complete shit.”
“She didn't—“ he starts, but stops himself when he knows that he'd be lying if he went on.
“My mom does some messed up shit, and I think she really tried to ruin your life, whether she'll admit it or not. She just doesn't care. All she cares about is herself.”
His brow twitches as his frustration comes bare. He knows it's true, but it still bothers the hell out of him.
“I think—“ I start, having my own difficulties with words. “You're the best man I've ever met in my life. You care so much... about everything... about me. More than anyone else in the world could possibly.” I reach for his hand, taking it in mine as I caress his fingers. His hand closes around mine as he listens. “I feel like I have to make up for every horrible thing my mother's done to you.”
He shakes his head, “No, you don't. Not at all. You're not responsible for your mother's sins.”
I nod. “I know. Maybe not responsible, but I think a good man like you has earned a good life. You shouldn't have had to waste your youth chasing someone who never appreciated you.”
He chuckles, “I had you, babygirl. It wasn't all wasted.”
I feel a tear welling in my eye, and I quickly reach up to stymie its fall. “That feels so good to hear,” I blurt out, emotion choking my voice, “I thought you were going to hate us, to hate me, for... you know.”
“No,” he says, his hand rising to embrace my cheek, “not at all. I loved being a father to you.”
My hand goes to his, keeping his hand pressed against my face, hoping he never leaves. The thought of this man not being there for me is utterly agonizing. I'll do whatever it takes for him to stay with me forever. “I want more than that, daddy. I want you to start over. To have the life you always wanted.”
He doesn't wait for any more words. He leans in and his mouth lands on mine, his lips soft and forgiving. I shudder, a surge of relief flowing through me. His kiss is gentle, his hand caressing my cheek as he minds me like a fragile china doll.
“Daddy,” I say, “you don't have to be gentle with me. I'm a woman, not a little girl.”
“You're my little girl,” he says.
I shiver, the sensation of fatherly protection washing over me. I thought he was gone from me. That's what I feared more than anything. But he's not ready to let me go yet, and I'm going to make sure he never wants to.
I reach down and cup his groin, fondling his package. My touch immediately brings it to life, his hardness bulging as my fingers rub against his pants. Daddy's hips buck at my sudden groping, and he kisses me again, his tongue entering my mouth as I taste his lips.
His hand falls on my bare stomach, and the heat of his touch causes my legs to unfold and spread open, almost as if on command.
It was unconscious, but daddy takes it as a signal, his hand dropping down and his fingertips brushing over the fabric of my panties.
I bite my lip as his contact grazes my clit, his fingers diving between my lower lips, pressing the fabric into my ever moistening slit.
“Oooooohhhhh,” I moan, daddy's hand moving up and down, lightly passing over my pussy.
For some reason, I was so focused on paying my stepfather back for everything he's ever done for me that I missed how my body would react. I always saw him as handsome, but that was in the back of my mind as I contemplated making amends with him.
Now, though, as he moves over my body with vigor, I watch his eyes staring deeply into mine, studying me as I flinch at his every motion. His square jaw is manly, his eyes curved for the bedroom, his hair messy in an attitude of defiance. All of a sudden, my daddy seems like the sexiest man alive. The idea that this wouldn't happen as a man takes control over me is just another aspect of my own naivete.
An unconquerable lust starts to burn inside me, my desire piqued for more than just requital. I don't just want him to be happy; I want to be happy with him. I don't just want to be his family; I want to start his family.
I reach back and take apart my bra, letting my tits fall free as they breathe from their tight confinement. Round and tight, the perky mounds pay homage to my youth. An older man would have no choice but to appreciate them for their aesthetic appeal. Daddy is not one to shirk his manly duties.
“Wow,” daddy says, “I had no idea how unbelievable your tits were. I mean... these nipples”—they surrender between his twisting fingers, eliciting a grunt from me—“they're fucking amazing, so compact and pink.”
“You like them small?” I moan, just wanting to hear him talk more about me.
“Oooohhhh, yeah. They fit in my mouth perfectly.” He takes a petite nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as his tongue flicks the nub hard, bringing my flesh out and causing my stomach to seize in pleasure. He dials the other nipple with his thumb as his teeth close around the erect nub, scraping the tissue gently, shaking his head as if tearing into a piece of meat. He grunts, vocally hungry for my body.
His hand circles my large breast, squeezing hard, molding the flesh between his fingertips.
Then daddy gets rough, stepping to the side of me, grabbing my long hair by the wad and pulling my head back. I let out a giggle, gripping
the sides of the seat, the fright at nearly falling from the chair springs my nerves on me, forcing almost inappropriate laughter. But the fear is unfounded as daddy holds me up by the hair as I lean precariously backwards on the stool.
He bends down and sticks his tongue in my mouth, aggressively kissing me as I hang from the stool. The strange positioning in the nude, my tits out, safe in midair only by daddy's strength and whim, produces a startling sensation throughout my body, culminating in the moistening of my cunt.
I can't reach for daddy with the feeling as if I might fall looming over me, so I keep my hands securely attached to the top of the stool. Daddy's free hand, meanwhile, circles my neck, before making its way down my body. It crosses between my tits, his wrist grazing my nipple, and slithers down my stomach. His fingers press into my stomach before finding their way under the band of my panties.
He touches my slit and I immediately squirm, trembling, requiring me to concentrate on balancing myself so that I don't tip over.
“Take your panties off, babygirl,” he commands.
I hesitate, but eventually let go of the seat to snatch at my panties. I have to twist in the seat to get them out from under my butt, made all the harder by daddy not relenting in the slightest in fingering my cunt. He splits my lips as my panties pull away from my soaked pussy, his finger entering me rapidly, fucking me with them as I struggle to pull my panties past my thighs.
This dangerous balancing act while trying to satisfy my daddy's urges provokes a lot of fear from me, but instead of dampening my arousal, it turns me on incredibly. I'm forced to let go of the seat and lie in daddy's hard grip of my hair, fidgeting as daddy fingers me, his mouth falling to mine and breaking my focus with a penetrating tongue.
Getting my panties over my knees feels like the hardest workout I've had in years!
When I finally do, I kick my legs back and forth, pushing the panties off with my feet. Clear of the bondage to my legs, I spread them open, letting daddy insert his fingers in deeply, two and three at a time.
“Oh fuck!” I groan, the sloshes of juice as daddy's fingers slam into me a provocative treat to my ears.
I can feel my lower back growing tight as I clench my muscles, trying my hardest to support myself as I lean too far back on the stool. I grow so tired that my back finally gives out, collapsing into daddy's hand behind my head.
In a state of near relaxation, I'm disappointed when daddy lifts me to my seated position. As tiring as it was, the constant sensation in the verge of falling was making me incredibly wet!
Daddy pulls around in front of me. “Take my cock out, baby.”
I move to step down from the chair, but daddy stops me. “No, stay there.”
Luckily, daddy's tall enough where his crotch reaches the seat, so I only have to lower my hands to reach his hardening cock. And hard it is! I can feel it clearly through his pants, its outline straining against the fabric. I've never felt such an anticipation before. No matter how many Christmases I might have in my life, I don't think opening presents will ever feel as satisfying as pulling daddy's cock out and seeing it for the first time.
When I free him from his pants, I pull his boxers down and he lets them fall to his feet.
His cock is throbbing! Thick and curving upward, as if it couldn't get any harder even if it wanted to, it seems to pulse with his heartbeat.
“Oh my God!” I exclaim. I grasp his shaft and feel a rush of adrenaline hit me. This thing is going inside me?! How can something this hard fit in there? I pull on the skin, the loose tug bringing his cock toward me.
“You like daddy's dick, babygirl?”
I nod. “Yeah, daddy. I wasn't expecting this at all.”
“Stroke it.”
I push with my wrist, drawing daddy tight, his head bulging out of his foreskin. He groans, that tight feeling making him lick his lips. I drag his skin back until my fist touches his balls. It's a weird feeling of something so soft mingling with something so hard. I test the comparison, cupping and massaging daddy's balls with one hand while beating his cock with the other. Almost rhythmic, I caress with one hand and yank with the other, caress again and propel his cock back. Caress, yank, caress, push, caress, slide, caress, lick my lips...
What would it be like in my mouth?
But daddy stops me from finding out, removing my hands from his cock. “I want to fuck that sweet pussy, babygirl.”
“Really, daddy?” I ask, nervous apprehension jumbling my thoughts. I look around, “Where should we lay down?”
“You don't need to lay down to get fucked, little lady.”
I blush, heat flushing my face as daddy treats me like a naive child.
“What do you want to do, daddy?”
Daddy moves around behind me. “Scoot back a little.”
I wobble backwards, moving one butt cheek at a time. When my ass is just a little off the edge, daddy stops me. He guides me, tucking one leg up and swinging it to the side of the circular stool, placing my foot on the bar support between the stool legs. He does the same with the other leg on the other side. I now look like I'm squatting on the stool. I place my hands on the front of the stool to balance myself as daddy bends me forward slightly.
Grabbing the sides of my hips, daddy perfects my position, sliding me back a little more and pushing my back down so that my ass comes up a little. I brace myself, knowing daddy's getting ready to fuck me.
Daddy's head then presses against my slit, his sudden hardness against my soft flower causing me to twitch.
“Relax, babygirl,” he says, placing his hand on my lower back to calm me, “it's going to feel tight, but daddy's going to take it nice and slow for you.”
I breathe a sigh of relief, but then I realize something: I don't deserve 'nice and slow'. I came here to be punished for what my mother did to him. Daddy deserves to feel good, not me.
Although, thinking about it, that might just be the influx of pleasure I felt when hanging dangerously from the edge of my seat.
I want that edge of danger. Being punished might be a lot easier than I thought.
“No, daddy,” I reply as his cock slides through my slit, lubing him for entry, “I want you to fuck me like you hate me.” A great deal of remorse flushes through my body, still stuck on the feeling that I deserve punishment for letting this all happen. “If she were here, right now, right in front of you, I'd want you to fuck me like you'd fuck her.”
I can hear the concern and worry in his voice. “I wouldn't hurt your mom. I'd never do that.”
I look back at him, showing him through my eyes how much I care about him. “I know, daddy. That's why I love you.”
He smiles, his kindness and warmth so fucking contagious.
But I show him my stern face, the one I use when I want him to take me seriously. “But I also know she fucked you over. I know that if you had the chance, you'd fuck the shit out of her to make her pay for all the horrible things she's done.”
His brow furrows as he thinks about it. “Are you sure?”
I nod, turning back away from him. “Please, daddy, it's all I want,” I whimper. I turn my ass up a little, gesturing to him how much I want his cock inside me.
There's a pause, but it quickly gives way to daddy's hard grip on my ass, clutching me like he wants to dig a hole in me. The tip of his cock presses against my opening, lazily spreading me open.
I think for a second that he's not going to do it.
But I'm dead wrong.
Daddy shoves his cock into me from behind, his huge member breaking my virgin cunt in the roughest way imaginable.
I scream out, the rush of pain in my tight hole forcing the air from my chest, as if daddy fucked it straight out of me.
He holds his cock inside me, his hand coming up and grasping at my hair. Pulling my head back, daddy says, “So you want to fucked like a slut, huh?”
I nod, still not able to speak after the escape of air.
Daddy takes one long, slow stroke, nearly pu
lling out of me before sending his cock all the way back in. I groan, the pain already less as my lubricant coats daddy's cock and makes his trust a lot smoother. It's like he's testing me out, getting a feel for what I'm willing to take.
But I don't say a damn word, only waiting to see what daddy's going to do next.
He pushes his cock up to the hilt, making me feel every inch of him splitting me open. “Tell me how much you want this dick.”
I swallow, preparing my words. “I want your dick inside me.”
He pulls back, slamming it back into me, shaking me in my seat as he grasps my hair and keeps me from spilling over.
I moan, my voice broken by the need to breathe, “Shit! Oh, shit!”
“You want it hard, don't you, bitch?”
I nod, restricted by daddy's hand on my head. Daddy's talking to me like he's actually fucking me out of hate.
I love it! I love it so goddamn much! He's never said a harsh word to me the entire time he's known me, and the simplest utterance of slut and bitch makes my pussy quiver against his cock.
“Fuck me as hard as you want. I'm your slut. You're my daddy. I deserve your hard cock.”
“That's fucking right you do. Give me your arms.”
I bring my arms behind my back. Daddy grabs them and bends them at a 90 degree angle, locking them together with one large hand, keeping them pinned behind me.
And with that, there are no more words. Daddy drives his cock into me, his thickness widening me until all I can feel is pure pleasure, his cock pressing and dragging against my walls. It's made stronger by my body clenching onto the stool, which causes my pussy to squeeze around his cock, hugging it hard as he blasts it into me, fucking my virginity out of me like it disgusts him.
“Oh, daddy,” I moan, my voice bouncing around as I bounce off daddy's cock, “Oh, fuck... fuck!”
“Take it, you slut. Take my big dick.”
“Yes, daddy. Fuck me, fuck me. I'm your baby. I'm your woman now.”
Daddy lets go of my hair and arms, reaching around me and grabbing my huge tits. He seizes on them, crushing them in his grip as he uses them as leverage. He pulls his arms together so that they trap mine against the side of my body. I feebly hold them up at the elbows as daddy fucks me as fast and as hard as he can manage, his strong hips busting into me, his cock trying its hardest to rip me apart.
