by Angel Honey
He caught my stare and his lips quirked with suppressed amusement. “You want my cock in your pussy,” Dad said, “but you’re not going to get it until you give it a big kiss.”
This, I knew how to do well. I slid to the end of the bed, parted my lips and got ready to blow his mind.
When my tongue feathered over the hole at the head of his cock, he drew in a breath of air. I circled the hole, pressing in with the point of my tongue before drawing a glistening line of saliva down to his frenulum. I lapped there softly, and drew him closer, so he was standing between my spread legs with my mouth covering the head of his cock.
“God, you really are a little slut,” he said, panting. “You’re too good at this.”
I sucked on the hard, hot skin, pulling him deeper into my mouth. “Mmm, Daddy, you taste so good.” I moaned long and loud, letting him feel the vibrations pass from my lips and into his shaft. When his hands clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed at his sides, I knew he was into it.
I pulled him deeper, using suction and keeping my hands behind my back. I didn’t want to give him a hand job right now—I wanted to blow him. I wanted him to experience the wonder that was my mouth, to know that no other woman would ever give him such an amazing blow job. I finally had my chance with Dad and I wasn’t going to fuck it up.
I finally moved my hands, reaching around to grip his ass, encouraging him to move in and out of my mouth. With every thrust, my nose touched the flat, warm skin above the shaft of his cock. His skin smelled spicy, like his cologne, and when I took a deep breath to take in more of the scent, the cold air running over his shaft made him even harder. When I gagged, he groaned, so I did it again.
Once he found a good rhythm, I fluttered my fingers up his hairy thigh and made contact with his heavy testicles, cupping them in my palm. The skin was smooth and warm. I thought about pulling away to lick and suck on them, but I didn’t want to break his rhythm. When I moved my eyes up to meet his, they were wild. The pupils dilated even more as he fucked his rod between my lips, bottoming out in my throat.
“God, you’re good,” he said. “Fuck.”
I used two fingers to press against the smooth path of skin behind his testicles and felt him tense. Then he jerked his hips, stopped and spilled cum over my tongue. Some dribbled out of my lips, sliding down my face, but I managed to swallow most of it. As he pulled out of my mouth, I caught the few drops that lingered on his cock with my tongue, sucking him clean.
“You’re an amazing cocksucker,” Daddy said, bringing his heavy hands to my tits, cupping them from beneath while he used his fingers to strum my nipples. At his touch, the heat in my pussy flared and I was reminded that no matter how much I’d loved getting him off, I was still wet, achy and needed his cock in me.
He used his shirt to clean my face. When he walked across the room to my desk chair, I followed him, climbing into his lap and cuddling against his strong form. I liked how big and warm he was. When his erection stirred under me, I ignored it for a moment, content to rest against him.
His mouth found mine. His lips were warm and firm against my own; they slanted over me, peppering the skin of my face with kisses while I giggled at how it tickled my skin. “You’re so beautiful,” Daddy whispered. “You’re perfect.” Part of me wondered if he said that to everyone, but his hand traveled up my spine and those thoughts slipped away.
I opened my mouth against his, seeking his tongue. I swirled mine around in his mouth, tasting the cinnamon of the toothpaste he’d used that morning. He groaned against my face, his erection tightening even more below my ass. I wiggled against it, teasing it to full-blown hardness again.
“I need you, Daddy,” I said, and he nodded.
When I would have hopped up and begged him to stuff me with his cock, he turned me so that I was facing him and we continued kissing. He brought his hand to my pussy and circled my entrance with his fingers, then pushed one inside me. The cream of my arousal coated it instantly, easing its passage into my tight depths. He started fucking me with it while we kissed, driving me wild. My heart pounded and my skin turned pink with effort.
“I love how wet you get for me, my little slut,” he whispered against my lips. “I’m going to spend all day tomorrow sucking on your pretty pussy, getting it ready to be stuffed a second time.”
“Oh, Daddy, that sounds so wonderful.”
“It will be,” he promised, bringing his lips back to mine.
Soon he added another finger, pushing them apart inside me, stretching me wide. “I have to get you ready for my cock,” he explained. Dad rose and knocked the pencil cup and notebooks from my desk, laying me across the wood surface, spreading my legs and continuing to finger-fuck my pussy, which dripped with wetness when he pulled them out.
His erection was long, hard and pointing directly at me. I opened my legs wider. “Please,” I said.
Once he was standing between my spread thighs, he pulled them far apart and examined my wet cunt. Smiling at me, he brought his erection to my entrance and then pushed it in, slowly stretching me wider than I’d ever been stretched before. I felt the burn as he forced his thick cock inside me.
I gasped at the intrusion, my arousal dissipating like he’d thrown a bucket of ice water over me. I’d never really expected losing my virginity to be more than a momentary inconvenience, but this hurt. I whimpered and he stilled. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I insisted. I wanted to like this and I knew that once we pushed back the barrier, I would. I could already feel my warmth coating him, the clench of my walls around his organ. He looked concerned and I grew worried that he would stop, so I pushed myself forward, encasing his entire cock in my body. I felt the barrier that kept me innocent ripped away as he slid into my depths.
“Oh,” I said, my mouth dropping open. He closed his eyes and his cock flexed inside me. I knew it was taking all of his strength to give me time to adjust, so I rotated my hips on his dick and moved at my own pace. The achy feeling began to give way to a warm, wet glow. I planted my feet on the wood, opening myself wider.
“Please,” I said, looking into his beautiful eyes. “Please fuck me.”
He began to move and my mind went blank. The first push-in-pull-out motion made all my nerves scatter. It was nothing like masturbating. The pleasure was deeper, more consuming, like a volcano that I would willingly fling myself into for the sheer joy of being burned.
The hot skin of his shaft inside me, the pulse of his head, they combined to drive me wild. I shook on the end of his rod, using my legs to lever myself on and off it. I wanted him deeper, more in me, so I lifted them up and wrapped them around his waist.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his breath hot in my hair. “So fucking tight. I won’t ever get enough of this.”
“I want you to cum in me,” I said, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “Fill me up completely full. When Dean gets me pregnant, I want to pretend it’s your baby.”
He took the cue and leaned into it, driving himself farther up in me. I could feel him bottom out against the end of my passage, sending vibrations throughout my body as he fucked me harder. Both hands reached out and squeezed my breasts. He leaned his head down and traced patterns around my nipples with his soft wet tongue. As it moved from one to the next, I felt the cold air skate over the moisture he left behind.
“I love you, princess,” he muttered. “My perfect little slut.”
I was mindless, humping against him, unable to speak. I felt bolts of pleasure shoot through me with each motion of his hips. When he reached down to pinch my clit between two strong fingers, I shook, my breath coming in broken pants. He redoubled his efforts, pushing into me harder than ever and I came, gushing liquid down his cock and pushing against his fingers, which he still worked on my clit until I was limp.
“Oh, god, Daddy.”
He thrust in once more and let go, filling me with his hot cum. It spurted out in pulses I could feel deep inside. I moaned at
the wet heat, the sensation making me shiver and flutter around his cock. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around my back, bringing me closer to him and holding me against his body.
I kept my eyes closed even when he stood and carried me down the hall to his bedroom. There, he laid me on the quilt and then climbed in next to me. His big arms wrapped me up and his lips found my forehead.
“You’ll have to be examined by Dean’s doctor in a month,” he said. “We’ll have to use condoms until we’re sure you’re pregnant by him.”
“We will, Daddy,” I promised. “At least until you decide to knock me up.”
He laughed. “Let’s just get through the medical exam Dean’s requiring, and then I’ll see what I can do.”
I smiled when his breathing evened out, then cuddled close and let myself fall asleep with him.
End
When her stepfather refuses to pay for an off-campus apartment, sexy college girl Lexie realizes she’s going to have to come up with the money on her own—fast. But she’s caught breaking and entering by her police officer adopted brother—and dragged down to the station where her father is chief of police. Lexie knows there’s something she can offer if she doesn’t want the charges to appear on her record. Her stepfather, adopted brother and the other arresting officer will each get a turn to enjoy her tight, innocent body. Expect name calling, cream pies and lots of hardcore fucking.
All characters in this story are over 18 and not blood related. Any resemblance to you, people you know, and anyone else (alive or dead) is definitely a coincidence.
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A Taste of What’s to Come
“Naughty girls get hard lessons,” Dad said and I saw Jason’s eyes widen in surprise.
“She’s my sister and your daughter.”
“So?” Dad said. “Right now she’s a criminal looking for a pardon.” He gestured to my body, almost completely on display in the jacket and panties I was wearing. “Are you going to pass this up?”
“Hell, no,” my brother said. “But what about Officer Frey?”
“Call him in. I’m sure she’ll give him a convincing oral presentation and he’ll decide it isn’t worth filing the report.”
Jason left the room and Dad knelt down in front of me. Pushing back my hair, he put his lips to my ear. “Baby girl, I think you want this.” One of his hands pressed on the front of my panties and I quivered. “I think you want all three of us deep inside you, stretching you in ways you’ve never been stretched.”
Denied by Daddy
“Are you joking?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, cocking my head to the side so that my long hair fell across my shoulders. “Why would I be joking?”
“You’re telling me that you think your performance this year means you should get an off-campus apartment during your sophomore year?” Dad rolled his eyes and swallowed another sip of beer before sighing. “You’re lucky I’m still paying your tuition.”
“But I really want to live with Amy,” I said, referring to my best friend of several years.
“Amy is a bad influence anyway,” Dad said. “I don’t like the crowd she spends time with.”
“They’re nice people.”
“Sure,” he said, shrugging. “Sure they are.”
One problem with having a stepfather who’s the chief of police is that he’s suspicious of everyone--especially people with criminal records. My friend Amy does hang out with people who got caught fencing some stolen goods a few years ago, but it’s not like they do it all the time. Besides, everyone makes mistakes.
“The answer is no,” he said. “You should be earning your own money now anyway.”
Glaring at Dad, I spun to walk out of the room.
“Stop.” His tone didn’t brook disagreement, so I slowly turned to look back at him.
“What?”
“I didn’t realize how short that skirt was before…” he said and his eyes looked almost glazed over.
“What do you mean?”
“Who bought you that?”
“Mom…” Mom was always buying me clothes that Dad didn’t approve of, but this was the first time I’d heard him complain since I moved into the dorms. Usually I dressed more conservatively at home, but I’d been so excited to ask about living with Amy that I hadn’t changed out of the short skirt and tight shirt I’d worn to dinner that night.
“She should know better,” he said. “Come over here.”
I walked closer. Stopping just before his knees. He spread his legs, creating space between them. “Closer.”
I stepped between his legs.
“Let your arms dangle at your sides,” he said. I obeyed, relaxing my shoulders so that my fingertips brushed the bare skin of my legs.
“Look at that,” he said, reaching out with a rough fingertip and dragging it up my leg from where my fingers touched to where my skirt ended. “That’s a lot of naked leg for a good girl like you to be showing.”
“Dad…”
“Are you still a good girl?” I could smell the beer and see the lust in his eyes already. During the summer, there’d been an incident in the pool where I’d hugged him and he’d pushed me away--after I felt his arousal. We never talked about it.
But I spent a lot of nights remembering it when my roommate was gone and I had the room to myself.
“I’m a good girl,” I whispered, letting my head relax forward and looking down at his upturned face.
“I don’t think good girls wear skirts like that,” Daddy said, licking his lips.
“They do…”
“Are you sure?” His thick hand wrapped around my legs, squeezing me and using his fingertips to stroke my inner thigh. I felt my pussy grow wet in the silky pink panties I wore.
“Yes,” I said.
“Maybe I will let you move in with Amy,” he said. “If you earn the money.”
“How would I earn the money?”
“Your mother is looking for help with her new craft business.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to pay someone to ship her items, so maybe you could come by once per week and do that for her.”
“Seriously?” That was the most irritating offer I’d ever had. “I’d rather work food service than help Mom with that stupid craft business.”
“That’s my final offer,” Dad said.
“Why?” I hated the way my voice rose into a whine, but I couldn’t seem to get it under control. “You hate it too! You’re always complaining about the money she throws into it. And the way she uses the old rec room for her samples.”
“She’s still your mother,” he said. His hand was still teasing my thigh and I worried that I’d grow so wet he’d be able to feel it. There was no way he was missing the heat my body was putting off in response to his rough treatment.
“And she’s your wife,” I reminded both of us bluntly.
“True,” he said, and I jolted when he slipped his free hand around my other leg and pulled me closer. “But there are some things she doesn’t give me.”
Then he raised the hem of my skirt with his fingers, dragging it up slowly until my panties were exposed.
“You’re wet here, baby,” he said, leaning forward until his forehead was almost pressed against my belly button. Then I felt his big, wet tongue dart out to flick against the soaked silk of my panties.
The heat of the contact made everything in me tighten as I sighed. “Daddy…”
“Why are you so wet for me, baby?”
“I don’t...I’m not…”
“Yes, you are.” One of his fingers snaked under the crotch of my panties and started rubbing my clit. I whimpered and reached out, digging my fingers into his shoulders.
“Does that feel good?”
“Too good,” I said.
“That’s how you made me feel that day in the pool when you grabbed me,” he whispered, his voice husky. I was too
aware that the door was unlocked and Mom was somewhere in the house. She could walk in at any minute. But it didn’t matter right now. Not when I looked down through the silky curtain of my hair and saw his cock hard behind his pants.
“What did you feel?”
“Your soaking tits rubbing against my chest,” he said. “Your hard nipples and soft skin. I wanted to push you to the side and fill up your tight pussy right there.”
“But Daddy...it’s wrong.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” he said. His finger hooked in my panty and pulled it aside, then he licked me once and I yelped.
“Sorry.”
“Get on your knees and close your damn mouth,” he said, darting a furtive glance at the door.
I sank to my knees, feeling the stiff carpet under them as Daddy stood above me and pulled down his pants and briefs. His thick, heavy cock sprang out, fully erect and bigger than any I’d ever seen.
He fisted his hand around it. “It’s all for you, baby,” he said. “All for that pretty mouth of yours. How many cocks have you sucked?”
“Just one…” I said.
“Brad?”
“Yes.”
“I knew you were slutting around for him,” Daddy said. “Jason told me he thought you were, but I told your brother you were too good for that.” Jason, my adopted brother, worked on the police force with Dad. Young, handsome, and way too stern for his own good, he was Dad’s second-in-command in the house.
“How did Jason know?”
“No clue,” Dad said. “And it doesn’t matter. Open your mouth.”
I opened my mouth, pouting at his dismissal but also ready to taste him. The power of his desire was overwhelming and I felt it in every inch of my body. Though I’d never really thought we’d come to this, how could I deny him now when his need was so fierce? So real?
