“That’s the thing,” I said slowly, “I don’t have a son or daughter. Marie was pregnant, sure, but it’s some other dude’s kid. Honey,” I said taking a deep breath. “I had a vasectomy ages ago. It’s something that I did when I was young, there were so many women out to get me, to catch me in their web. I fucking hated it, all these bitches wanting to be my baby mama, get a nice payout for life, so I had a vasectomy,” I concluded simply.
And here, Cleo drew in a deep breath.
“I’m confused,” she said slowly. “Whose baby was Marie pregnant with then?” she asked, shaking her head.
“Who knows?” I asked. “Lorena was a fucking manipulator. She figured that if I had sex with Marie, I wouldn’t even question the pregnancy until it was too late.”
“But you always knew it wasn’t yours,” said Cleo slowly.
“Yes,” I growled. “That bitch implanted Marie with some random dude’s sperm mixed with her egg. I threw them both out the minute they confronted me with the pregnancy.”
And Cleo just shook her head.
“This is so confusing,” she said slowly. “I can’t believe Lorena would go to such lengths.”
But I shook my head.
“Believe it,” I growled. “I was a lifestyle to her, nothing more. With me, she could keep up a lavish life, even sleep with the pool boy if that’s what she wanted. But once I decided I wanted to be with you, she knew her days were numbered, I wasn’t going to let her continue her depraved ways forever.”
Cleo was silent for a moment.
“So you’ve never had a child? Never had a child with another woman?” she asked slowly.
“Never,” I grunted, staring at her hard.
“And have you … ?” she asked, her voice trailing off, eyes looking out in the distance as she bit her lip nervously. But I knew what she was asking, and despite the ridiculousness of the situation, it was true. I’d essentially been celibate for four years and wasn’t afraid to say it.
“I haven’t slept with anyone since I was with you,” I said harshly. “No one’s been with me since you.”
And here, Cleo drew a deep breath.
“I never would have guessed,” she said slowly, “Drake Markham, alpha male, man about town … on his own for four years.”
I paused for an instant.
Well,” I drawled. “I wouldn’t say that I was ‘alone,’ exactly.”
That made Cleo look up again, eyes flashing, chin lifted.
“Who have you been with then?” she asked, challenging me, straightening her shoulders as if for battle.
And I smiled at her.
“With you, baby. With your videos, the live cam feeds, the toys you’ve produced. I’ve been living with a simulation of you in my arms, albeit from a distance, but it’s always been you, honey.”
And with that, Cleo drew in a deep breath, that beautiful décolletage rising, her boobs creamy and full, tempting, distracting me.
“I see,” she said slowly. “I see.”
“Yes honey,” I rumbled, taking her hand. “And it’s time to make it real once more.”
And with that, my lips crashed down on hers, taking what was mine, what belonged to me … forever.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Cleo
It was unreal to say the least. My stepdad, the man I’d fallen in love with so many years ago, had just told me that he’d never slept with another woman since me. There was no “other woman,” there was no baby. In fact, he’d been living like a monk since we were together. Well sort of. I guess monks don’t masturbate to my images, my vids, use the toys I’ve put out on the market.
And now, as he pulled me into his arms, demanding, hot, and hungry, I found myself letting go. There was so much to process still, so much to sort through. But I was hungry too, four years of longing will do that to you, and I finally had my chance.
“I’m never letting you go again,” he growled into my ear. “Now that you’re on my territory, you’re here to stay,” he ground out before capturing my mouth in a deep kiss.
And it felt so good, so safe in my stepdad’s strong, muscular arms. I melted into him, my skeleton turning to butter as we kissed each other frantically in the backseat of the car. His hand found the slit in my skirt and grazed up my thigh to brush against my pussy.
“Daddy!” I squealed, pushing his hand away. “There are people waiting for us back at the auction.”
But Drake wasn’t about to be deterred.
“Let them wait,” he muttered hoarsely as he kissed me, his hands unerringly aiming for my heat once again. “They work for me, it won’t matter.”
And I succumbed. It was nice being with a man so masculine and dominant, his hands tracing over my curves like they were long-lost friends. He ran a finger along my décolletage, sampling that creamy flesh and groaned deep in his throat.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my lips, gently brushing the spattering of freckles there. “I have to see.”
And with that, he seized my dress in his hands and tore it apart, ripping it straight down the middle. I gasped, my body suddenly bared to him, his gaze ravenous as he took in my Double D’s, my wetly creaming cunt. I hadn’t worn lingerie and was totally nude save for my garters and stockings.
“Oh honey,” he growled, his breathing coming hard and fast. “I’ve missed you so much, I’ve missed this so much,” he said before diving between my breasts.
He buried his tongue between the mounds, licking up the sensuous valley before turning his attention to one, then the other. He ravenously tongued a nipple, then the other, before settling into a deep suck, rolling the hardened tips between his lips, tracing them with his tongue as he squeezed my creamy flesh.
I threw back my head with a gasp of ecstasy. I’d forgotten how good it felt to be with Drake, his commanding presence, the way he took over my body, intuiting its deepest wants and needs. With a deep groan, he pushed my breasts together to take both nipples into his mouth, making me scream with pleasure as twin jolts of lightning ran straight to my cunt.
Like a man possessed, Daddy turned his attention to my wetness. I was literally trembling and dripping, a smear of clear juice on my thigh as he pushed me backwards and spread my legs, baring that wet pinkness for his gaze.
“Cleo,” he moaned deep in his throat. “You’ve only gotten more beautiful,” he groaned before diving into my muff, sampling that sweet woman cream. I almost cried as he licked and tasted my twat, pulling my lips wide so that he could touch me internally, sampling that deep pink flesh. He played with my bud, running his tongue up and down along that tight bundle of nerves while his finger stroked my hole, prepping me for where his dick would go. And finally, Daddy surprised me in the best way possible. He bent my knees far back so that my asshole was exposed and took a deep lick of that pungent hole, burying his nose into my back door, sampling that intense, heated space.
I was shocked. Drake and I had done anal sure, but I’d been a virgin at the time so we’d never played extensively down there, the big man careful not to hurt me more than necessary, introducing me slowly to the glories of anal sex. But now Drake wasn’t holding back, licking my back hole, lapping at the pleats, pushing his nose against that dark, steamy space. I creamed again, the wetness gushing out of me as he chuckled deeply, lapping at my ass with long, wet laves.
“Little girl,” he said hoarsely. “I’ve got to have you.” And with a mighty roar, Drake stood and pushed into me, his ten-incher buried in me to the hilt.
I screamed, my vaginal lips parting, cushioning that length, almost split in two by his magnificence. I’d never felt so filled than as at that moment, penetrated by my Daddy’s dong, riding his shaft to heaven.
Like a drowning man, he took me with no mercy, possessed by demons within. His hips rocked furiously, pushing his dick into me again and again as my pussy was pummeled. The stripper in me exploded and I shrieked. “Ravage me, fuck my pussy, trash it, trash it.”
The dirty
talk propelled Drake to even greater heights and without missing a beat, he pulled out and shoved his dong into my anus. I screamed again, the penetration unbearable, like my ass had just been ripped apart by a massive poker. But Daddy didn’t stop. He just kept pushing until my sphincter gave in with an audible pop, and his rod was buried in my rectum, his balls snug against my ass.
On the one hand, I was glad he’d pussy-fucked me first because his dick was coated in my juices, making the anal reaming more bearable, more tolerable as he picked up the pace. On the other hand, it was just so hard, so painful, to feel a monster in my butt, dicking me for all it was worth.
But soon enough, my body relaxed and I was able to enjoy the dong pummeling my back channel. I felt my cunt begin to run again, the juices dripping down to lube his penis as it pounded my anus, and Daddy groaned with arousal, the cream a steamy aphrodisiac.
“Fuck you’re dirty,” he rasped, and with a mighty roar, he came hard in my butt, releasing rope after rope of hot sperm into my anal chamber. His big body shook, he was coming so hard, and he held me tight to him as his penis erupted, jerking and twisting as the white spurted.
I squealed too, my body convulsing on his rod, the hot wetness making me come hard. My pussy and anus clamped down, grabbing his dick, pulling the sticky sperm deeper into my body, welcoming the hot wetness as it sprayed.
I sighed with satisfaction as I felt the final spurts pulse. Slyly, I reached down and squeezed Drake’s balls, making sure that they were completely emptied, that I’d milked him dry.
“You’re such a little slut,” he murmured into my ear. “But you’re my little slut.”
“Daddy!” I squealed, writhing in his grasp. “You’re the one who’s bad! What about all those people waiting still? They’re probably wondering where we are, and I don’t even have a dress to wear now,” I said, nodding at the torn scraps of red fabric on the floor of the car.
“Baby, who gives a fuck what they think?” he rumbled into the soft skin of my neck. “They work for me, make them wait,” he moaned, as his cock twitched in me once again. “I’ve just rediscovered you, and I want to do it again … second times are always better,” he said with a glint in his eyes.
And I smiled sweetly, clenching my bottom around his stiffening cock. Daddy was, and has always been, my love, my life, and this was only the beginning of our partnership.
EPILOGUE
Cleo
After our abrupt departure, I can’t say that I was looking forward to facing the Hustler crowd again. I’m sure everyone was talking about the CEO of News Enterprises escorting a barely-clothed stripper out the door. And the hubbub of gossip was to be expected.
“What the fuck happened in that room?”
“Wasn’t Cleo Jones a stripper before?”
“Did that whore just call Drake Markham ‘Daddy’?”
The talk kept going for a while as rumors and lies swirled around us. But I just lay low, minding my own business. I’m not performing now, I let my stable of girls take the spotlight on CleoWorld, and the Donkey Club hasn’t come knocking, probably because of my changing body.
That’s right, I’m pregnant … with Drake’s baby. Daddy had the vasectomy reversed at my request, and we weren’t sure if it was going to work, so I was ecstatic breaking the news to him.
“Daddy,” I whispered, as his cock was still buried deep in me after another session of wild lovemaking. “I have something to tell you.”
“Mmm?” he rumbled, his eyes still closed as his hands languorously traced my body.
“I’m having a baby. He or she is due in July.”
And his hands stilled immediately, although his eyes didn’t open.
“Honey,” he rasped, “are you sure? You know it’s something that wasn’t guaranteed to happen, vasectomy reversals don’t always work.”
“I’m sure,” I whispered. “I went to the doctor today and we saw the little one, heartbeat and all.”
Drake swept me into his arms, burying his head in my neck, holding my curvaceous body close. “Cleo,” he ground out. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, you and this baby. Marry me?” he asked.
I paused for a moment. “But you’re still married to Lorena.”
That posed a difficulty. My mom was long gone but that didn’t mean that Drake was automatically divorced. Instead, we had to go through a lengthy process of trying to locate Lorena before going to court, and so far our investigators haven’t had any success. They’ve even gone to Lima, Peru, Lorena’s birth place, and talked to various Jones family members, but no luck yet.
And so I grew large with our baby, basking in the loving, approving glow of Drake. We weren’t married yet, but will be once he got the divorce. Did I feel bad that he was leaving my mom? Well yes, but Lorena had done such a trip on us that I just wanted her out of my life, and certainly out of my daughter’s.
Because we know that the baby’s a girl, and Drake’s going to be a phenomenal Daddy. It’s ironic because I still call him “Daddy” sometimes, but he’s going to be my little girl’s Daddy for real.
THE END
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