by Lucy Lixx
“You’re doing good…” – He was moaning as I stood up and climbed the bed. As he was sitting, I laid with my head in front of his member, caressing and licking him. I felt his hands wrap up around my head and I started sucking him off, faster and faster.
“Not so fast!” – He kind of slapped me on the face, but very gently. I continued to fondle him until I sensed him pulsating again: this time I knew what it meant.
His moans were a sign he was about to cum and I let him cum on my tits.
After all was said and done, I stood up, wiped myself clean and put my shirt back on. As I was preparing to leave the room, he was still sitting on the bed.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” – Brian said, completely out of breath.
I smiled as I turned to him: “Thanks.”
* * *
A week later, we were all on the coast of Italy. The vacation had been beyond spectacular by now. We visited a dozen of cities, slept in the best hotels and took a yacht to sail through the Mediterranean. The sun, the sea, the music and the food brought us even closer than we were before. Mom was thrilled with her new husband and she was pleased that I was getting along so well with my new stepfather and stepbrother.
“We are finally a family again.” – She had told me as I hugged her and retorted: “You are absolutely right, mom. I love our family.”
During the various dinner parties, I’d sneak out either with daddy or my stepbrother for a little carnal fun. Daddy especially was able to teach me so many things I’m deeply grateful for. He’s given me orgasms women can only dream of and on top of it all, I know he cares about me. I learnt where I belonged in this family fast and I knew I was the glue that held them all together.
After all, I will be Daddy’s good girl forever.
THE END
Daddy's Sweet Lollipop 2
Chapter 1
The summer was truly the time when I fully discovered my sexuality. I was constantly thirsty for more: begging for pleasure, asking for satisfaction. I had known I was passionate, but I wasn’t able to pin point it until I lost my virginity. Despite the initial pain, the sweet pleasure brought on afterwards was more than gratifying It had the power to liberate me and even more: to ask for more, over and over again. I had chosen wisely when it came to choosing the man that took my virginity; I only wanted my stepdaddy.
Since my mom married Michael, a filthy rich hottie, my life had been turned upside down. I was 18, naive and eager to please, whereas Daddy was experienced, self-confident and reliable. I enjoyed how he pampered me, in fact I enjoyed it so much I let him do whatever he wanted to me. Daddy took my virginity the day after he married mom, in his own house, just couple of weeks before we left for Italy. At the same time, his son, Ethan my stepbrother, saw Daddy and I in a pretty naughty situation and decided to blackmail me: I had to 'service' him anytime, anywhere, or he'd show my mom the video he had made.
After we left the States, we went to Italy where the legal age for drinking was 18. Since I was 18, I was allowed a glass of wine every now and then, "to actually fully experience the vacation", Daddy said . We travelled everywhere, as a family: Milan, Florence, Rome and the coast of course: Daddy rented a yacht that allowed us to travel to the most beautiful beaches I had ever seen. Mom was happy: I could tell she was enjoying her honeymoon and at the same time, she was pleased with herself since she was sure she had made the right decision. After all, Daddy seemed like the type of a man that was a rock to his family, a caregiver, a true man. I saw the way she looked at him and I knew she was thankful she finally had some stability in her life. In fact, those same qualities were the ones that attracted me to him, without realizing he was attracted to me as well. However, time showed not only that he was into me, but he actually wanted something much more. From the days when he called me: “A good girl.” And the times when he asked me to behave, it had all been a rollercoaster, thoroughly entertaining and erotic.
While we were in Italy, it was much more difficult to do the things we used to do since it was the four of us almost all the time, everywhere. I’d catch him watching me, his eyes travelling from my toes, up to my lips and down again, especially when I was in a bikini. And, I knew he liked what he saw. Daddy took advantage of every opportunity to approach me, and it was a major ego boost, to say the least. I’d literally start shaking, feeling weak in my knees every single time he’d walk up to me and whisper: “Are you being a good girl, Beth?” or “I might have to discipline you soon.” The tone of his voice was powerful enough to make me wet, to desire him even more and to spend my nights pleasuring myself while thinking about him.
Ethan, my stepbrother on the other hand, took all the time he could to spend it with me. He really was a younger version of his dad, and even though he was extremely good-looking, he was too young: he lacked the experience and the confidence which his dad exuded. I didn’t mind having fun with him, after all he did remind me of his dad. Plus, I knew I could use the experience since I wanted to prove daddy just how good of a girl I really was.
Chapter 2
As we stepped out in Naples headed for lunch, mom approached me.
“Beth, there are so many gorgeous looking boys around here! Why don’t you talk to them?” – She exclaimed, hugging me. I could feel daddy’s eyes on my ass as we were walking down the street.
“Oh mom, no. I get all the love I need in this family.” – I retorted. She was over the moon with my answer. She hugged me and kissed me, exclaiming: “Beth, I’m so happy that you feel that was!”
She had no idea just how much.
That same night, we got rooms in the most beautiful boutique hotel I’d ever seen, one room for mom and daddy, and one for me and one for my stepbrother. After we said our “goodnights”, later that night, there was a knock on my door. I went to see who it was and as I opened it, I froze: daddy was standing on my doorstep! He smiled while walking in and closing the door behind him: “Your mom wanted me to check on you.”
I took a step back as he continued walking towards me. When we finally came close, I felt his left hand stretch, grabbing my butt: “You are such a good girl, Beth. You’ve got such sweet lips. Maybe if you behave, I’ll call you sweetlips from now on, huh?”
I nodded, feeling his hand grip my ass as he put his index finger from his right hand into my mouth, slowly massaging my lips as he went: “Mmm yes, sweetlips is just perfect for you.”
I reached out and grabbed his member, massaging in while he was still dressed. I saw he was surprised by my action, but instead of reacting, he simply pushed me on the bed, so I was seated right in front of him.
“If you want to suck my dick so bad, you should’ve just said so, sweetlips.” – He whispered as he unzipped his pants, taking his cock out in front of my eyes then slapping my lips with it a few times. I opened my mouth, pleading to suck it and he allowed me to. I grabbed it with both hands as I licked and sucked the best I could, never breaking eye contact. I could tell daddy was enjoying every juicy swab my hot wet tongue made as I swallowed, then traced my lips up and down his cock. I loved how his dick throbbed and quaked in my mouth when I'd suck hard at his tip, each time I lips drew back up the length of his shaft.
He reached down and put his hand behind my nick, slowly rubbing the back of my nape, pushing my head forward as I sucked. He laid me back onto the bed. Straddling my head as I lay on my back, he continued to plunge deeper into my throat. I gagged. As I was sucking him off, his left had reached around, his fingers trailed up my thighs to find my dripping wet pussy. Oh how I love it when Daddy finger fucks me. It was amazing! I wanted more, I tried to make him fuck me, but as I did, he pulled away: “No, sweetlips, not now" as he abruptly lifted off of me. "Behave now", he said with a level of sternness in his voice, that the glint in his lustful eyes didn't reflect. "Good night.” – And he left the room.
I was really turned on and I didn’t want to masturbate. I needed a good fuck and daddy kept playing with me. So
, I got up and went to my stepbrother’s room and knocked on his door. He opened the door, with a facial expression that told me he was already sleeping. His eyes lightened up when he saw me: “Hey Beth, what’s up?”
I smiled and walked in, closing the door behind me. As I walked towards the bed, I took my dress off, completely showing him my naked body.
“Come here, big bro. Your little sister needs you.” – I whispered playfully as I motioned him to the bed. He knew exactly what I meant, and smiled as he walked towards me, undressing. I pulled him on the bed and sat on him, kissing his face, neck and torso, heading towards his dick. As I was about to put it in my mouth, he grabbed me by my shoulders: “No, Beth. My turn now.”
He laid me on the bed and opened my legs while proceeding towards my pussy. The thing with him was we had never fucked, I was only giving him blowjobs. Until tonight.
I felt his tongue on my sweet spot while he was pushing a finger inside me. This caught me by surprise, I had no idea he could do this! It blew my mind as I completely allowed him to pleasure me. As he was licking me off, I saw his cock was fully erected, 'at attention' and ready. I needed a dick that night, and I was going to get one.
I made him get off me as I got on all fours in front of me: “Fuck me Ethan, fuck me hard!” – I yelled, as I felt his hands wrapping around my ass, and finally...his dick inside me.
After what seemed like a quick barrage of short, deep strokes, I felt him pull out. Cum running all over my butt and I knew it was all over. As much as he was young, he still didn’t have the stamina to fuck like his daddy did. But, at least I got some tonight. I got up, got dressed and as I was about to leave the room, he whispered: “You’re amazing.”
Chapter 3
We spent the next full day at the beach. As I was basking in the beautiful warmth of the sun, I noticed daddy glancing at me, licking his lips. I felt as if I was an ice-cream ready to be eaten and in a way, it was an amazing feeling. I smiled and turned to watch the sea, where Ethan was coming out from. All the girls at the beach were looking at him. His body was amazing. He only looked at me, though. What a wonderful feeling...to be wanted.
That night we were to attend a very fancy party, thrown by the mayor of the town. We had to get all dressed up, hair and makeup, the whole nine yards and I was really looking forward to it. Mom took me shopping. I got a tiny little red number and killer heels. As I was walking through the makeup section, I noticed my face in the mirror: despite my illusions, the mirror was not lying. I was nothing but a mere 18 years old, a simple teenager. I wasn’t happy at my mediocre reflection, and decided to get some makeup that would hopefully make me look older, more appealing, especially to daddy. I noticed a poster in the back, a huge poster of bright red colored lips, with a sign below: “Luscious lips. For women only”. That is exactly what I needed! I needed proof that I wasn’t a child and I wanted to show the world that I was a woman. I bought the reddest, brightest lipstick I could find and even though somehow it looked like hooker’s lips, I thought it still looked tempting. I knew daddy would not be able to take his eyes off my lips and I was already planning on using the lipstick to leave bright red traces all over his dick.
Mom wasn’t too happy about me getting the lipstick, she tried to persuade me to go with a different shade, but I wouldn’t give in. I hoped she'd simply give up, and luckily she did.
After we got ready, we went down to the hallway of our hotel where daddy and his 'mini me' were already waiting for us. Both of them looked very handsome: elegant suits, expensive watches, and freshly shaved. They literally looked like models out of a magazine. Mom was wearing a long, whitish backless dress that fitted her perfectly. She was the tender princess: the natural makeup, the long, wavy hair and the elegant earrings. She looked like a little, innocent lamb. As she climbed down the stairs, daddy kissed her hand and told her she looked amazing.
As I came down, I saw the three of them staring at me: mom, in confusion, daddy in total arousal whereas Ethan wore a seductive smirk of admiration. I could feel their mixed emotions and I completely absorbed them: feeding my ego and my self-confidence. The tight, short red dress showed more than it covered, the high heels extended my legs even more, but the red lipstick was the absolute winner. I saw daddy staring at my lips and I knew it definitely was a winner.
Daddy stepped up, took my hand and kissed it, then proceeded to lean in and gave me a peck on the cheek while whispering: “You are ravishing, sweetlips. I’m looking forward to sucking the life out of that lipstick of yours.”
I smiled. At that moment, for the first time in months, I didn’t blush. I felt proud of myself because I had finally learned to take compliments as a woman.
The dinner was in an Old Italian castle, filled with beautiful people and live music. It was majestic to dance in a room like the one in Naples and it was more than pleasant to see people staring at you, admiring your beauty. That night, I was at the peak of my confidence, my ego was fed and it had overeaten, but it yearned for more. I could see the glances men gave me, no matter their age: lust, interest, arousal, desire – I walked around simply absorbing all the mixed emotions with a big smile on my face. It was thrilling, it was exciting to know you’re wanted, and for me it was the greatest form of flattery.
As mom and daddy danced and drank, Ethan came to me: “Wanna go outside for a walk?”
I saw it in his eyes: he wanted me. As much as I wanted to say “no”, since I really, really wanted daddy to fuck me, I glanced at him and saw that he was busy with mom. Which, probably meant he didn’t have time for me.
“Sure.” – I whispered, accepting his hand and smiling. I could tell he was nervous and it intrigued me even more. He took me out into the gardens. Gorgeous, lush greenery decorated in a spectacular manner enough to provoke feelings of splendor and admiration. The gardens smelled beautiful: a scent that stayed and lingered in the air, waking up the summer within you. Ethan wasn’t talking, he was just walking with me, as if searching for something. After we got to a part that was more secluded than the rest, I understood what he was searching for. He wanted to find a public place, hidden from the curious eye, where he could fuck me. It excited me, since I’d fantasized about sex in public, but had never had the chance to try it out. As he pulled me in, he started kissing me on the lips, looking for my tongue, while his hands where going straight towards my ass.
“You’ve no idea what you’re doing to me, babe.” – He whispered as he continued to nibble on my ear.
I felt his warm breath on my neck, streaming through my body, awaking every cell of my being, arousing, and firing up my sexuality and I knew this is what I was waiting for all night. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in, nibbling on his neck and ear, feeling the bulge in his pants. Simply knowing the effect I had on him was a huge turn on. I could feel I was awaking the beast within him, a part of him that he shared with his dad but didn’t know about it. He pushed me only to grab me by the hands and push me again against the cold, hard wall in front of me. Ethan leaned in, forcing his full body weight on mine. The sweet squeeze made me almost drunk from anticipation as I couldn’t wait for what was to follow. I felt his hands on my ass, feverishly pulling up my dress. He was in a hurry and everything was fast: so fast in fact, in had my heart pounding. For a second, I was sure someone would be able to hear our moans and the mere excitement of possibly being discovered made me wet, more than I'd ever been before.
I heard him unzipping his pants and I felt his hands pushing my panties aside. He slapped me on my butt, hard as his daddy used to do, and I moaned in pleasure.
“Tell me Beth, does my dad fuck you good?” – He whispered and the realization that he was jealous made me want him even more.
“Yes.” – I said, as he continued to spank me.
“You are so filthy. Dirty… You are a whore, do you know that? Huh?” – He said, as I waived my ass further up in the air, moaning: “Fuck me them! Make me your whore” I responded, def
iantly.
All of a sudden, I felt his cock enter me: hard and fast, like never before. It hurt me, but I also liked it. I had my hands outstretched on the wall in front and I felt his hands wrap within my hair: pulling it harder and harder, as he was fucking me in the same bestial rhythm. I felt ravaged, used, taken advantage of, and I relished every second of it. I felt my orgasm building up, it was coming fast, and it was an explosion waiting to happen, as I heard a voice behind us: “What the hell are you doing?”
I froze. Ethan stopped. I felt him sliding out of me and releasing my hair. The voice sounded so familiar. I knew someone had caught us and even though, I knew we should be embarrassed, I only felt disappointed that I wasn’t able to cum. As I turned around to see who it was, my knees felt weak: Daddy was standing right behind us.
Chapter 4
“What do you think you’re doing?” – Daddy said, a little bit louder than the first time, walking up to Ethan and slapping him across the face. I kept quiet, in total loss of words. Daddy never even looked at me, not even a glance.
