What Daddy Wants

by Katie Ayres

  What Daddy Wants I

  by

  Katie Ayres

  Copyright 2013 Katie Ayres

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. All sex acts depicted occur between characters 18 years or older who are not blood relatives.

  Blurb: A middle–aged man finds himself unable to resist his sexy sleeping step–daughter but does the antique figurine he recently bought have anything to do with his near–constant state of arousal?

  Warning: Strange ride up ahead. If you’re a fan of hot sleeping sex with weird and wonderful elements, keep going. All characters are 18 and older.

  Word count : 8,000 +

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  What Daddy Wants I

  It was almost midnight by the time Terrence Nelson turned his Honda Accord into the driveway of the house he shared with his step–daughter, Chanci. He was late. Again. It was happening more and more often these days and he knew why. It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that he’d been at an estate auction in Virginia for most of the day or that he’d had a lot to do ensuring he had all the proper paperwork from the auction house. No, it had nothing to do with any of that. He just hated being home with Chanci nowadays, hated her petulant moods, hated the way she wouldn’t listen to anything he told her.

  Most of all he hated the way she made him feel as she pranced around the house wearing those tight short–shorts of which she appeared to have an endless supply. She’d bought them herself. Since she’d graduated last year and started working as a receptionist at a small law firm in Brentwood she had enough money to buy her own clothes and most of the things she wanted. That was one of the things she threw in his face whenever they argued. She was taking care of herself now, she’d scream. And when he would yell back that she was still under his roof, she’d ask him if he wanted her to move out.

  “I can move out tomorrow,” she’d shout. “I’ll go, and you’ll never see me again.” And Terrence always backed down because she was all he had left of Lucy, her mother, who died the year before Chanci finished school.

  Chanci might only be his step–daughter, but he loved her. He couldn’t help it. Her sea–green eyes and ash–blond hair reminded him so much of his dead wife that he often caught himself staring at the teenager, lost in happy memories. But, sometimes, when he saw Chanci in her ‘booty shorts,’ as she called them, wearing one of her tiny tight t–shirts, he felt like doing a lot more than staring. His cock would come to life in his pants reminding him that he’d only gotten laid three times in the last two years. Those were inappropriate thoughts, very inappropriate. He knew that. He knew that wanting to see Chanci naked, wanting to suck her nipples, and finger that sweet pussy he sometimes caught a glimpse of when she was in the pool, all of those things were wrong.

  He suspected that the arguments and tension in the house recently weren’t all Chanci’s fault or the fault of her wardrobe. No, it could be that he was to blame, too, because he was having sinful thoughts about the nineteen year–old girl he’d watched grow into a young lady before his very eyes, a sexy–as–hell young lady. So he stayed at his antiques store later and later, but he wasn’t sure it helped because his imagination had started to go into overdrive. He’d be in the store listening to a customer drone on about some special piece they were looking for or some trip they were planning and his mind would drift away to imagining Chanci lying on his bed, her legs spread, her pretty, pink pussy exposed.

  Just this afternoon, his cock had gotten so hard after he’d returned from the auction that he’d actually had to go into the store bathroom and jack off to get some relief. But, as soon as he’d sat down in the store’s office, the images of his naked daughter returned to torment him. Terence wondered if he was going crazy. Maybe he should let her get her own apartment after all. He’d hate not seeing her every day, but anything would be better than him losing his sanity or continuing the constant war they were waging. It was something for him to start thinking seriously about.

  Now, Terrence sighed as he rested his briefcase on the table just inside the front door. A light flickered in the living room and he realized Chanci was probably in there watching television. He’d go in and tell her good–night but first he wanted to put his strange new acquisition up in his room. God alone knew what Chanci would make of the peculiar little African figure Terrence had suddenly bid on at a whim.

  He took out the wooden carving he’d been assured came from the late 1600s and marveled at it again in the dim hallway light. The nine–inch figure depicted a naked squatting man sporting a huge erection that protruded from between his bent legs to the height of his head. While the man’s facial features were somewhat roughly done, the cock had been created with exquisite care, each vein was clearly defined and the bulbous head carefully rendered so that even the tiny meatus looked completely real. All the auction house lady had been able to tell him about it was that it had been in the family for generations and then she’d winked at him.

  “Probably accounted for the wild sex lives of all those Worthingtons,” she’d said. Terrence had smiled but he had no idea what she was talking about. Before he’d received the invitation to the auction, he hadn’t really known anything about the Worthingtons except that they were filthy rich and that there was only one of them left. Then that one died and the estate was put on the auction block.

  Terrence carried the figurine upstairs. He wondered if black men’s cocks were as huge as the dong on the wooden figure. If so, then the cock was pretty much a life–sized representation. It made him feel strange holding it but, from the moment he’d seen it, he’d wanted it. He’d spent way too much money on it but the figure would only continue to appreciate in value. Terrence was confident he’d be able to sell it for twice what he’d bought it for when the recession was over. If he decided to sell it, of course.

  At first, he was going to put the carving down on top of his chest of drawers, but then he realized Chanci might pass by and see it, so he took it into his bathroom and put it on the ledge above the towel rack where it was at eye level.

  He found himself admiring his buy all over again. Was it a carving of some kind of sex god? He’d never seen anything like it before. It was such a huge, well–formed cock. Terrence ran his hand over it, enjoying the wood’s smoothness and strange warmth. Before he’d realized what he was about to do, he’d picked the carving back up and drawn the black cock into his mouth. Terrence was appalled at himself, he had no idea why he’d done such a crazy thing but he swirled his tongue around the cock and sucked on it gently. The cock tasted slightly salty and had a vaguely familiar musky scent. It felt peculiar and yet right having it in his mouth.

  Terrence watched himself sucking the huge black cock in the bathroom mirror. He stretched feeling the
tension in his hips loosen as his own cock stirred. He was becoming aroused by sucking on a wooden cock. This was bizarre. He should pull it out of his mouth and stop this crazy behavior. He should, but he didn’t want to. His tongue laved the underside of the ebony cock, feeling the sensitive ridge there, as he tried to take as much of the cock in his mouth as he could. In the mirror, his cheeks hollowed as he bobbed his head back and forth. Terrence’s erection strained at his pants but he ignored it. He found that the carving’s knees were wide apart enough for him to take quite a lot of the cock in but there was no way he was going to be able to deep–throat it. It was just too long. Disappointed, he took it out of his mouth and put the carving back on the shelf, his saliva glistening on the dark wood.

  He wanted to jack off right away but he should go and say ‘good–night’ to Chanci first. After he came back upstairs, he could bring himself off in the shower. He squeezed his cock lightly through his pants in a sort of comforting gesture and went downstairs but Chanci wasn’t awake and watching television. She was fast asleep on the couch. That made sense as tomorrow was Saturday and she didn’t have to go into work. She’d probably been watching a movie and dozed off.

  Terrence walked around the couch to get a better look at his daughter and what he saw made him catch his breath. Chanci was lying on her back with one arm thrown over her head and her cut–off top had ridden up, exposing her breasts. And that wasn’t all. In an effort to make herself comfortable she’d put a pillow under her knees but one of her legs now dangled off the couch. The crotch of her yellow booty shorts was almost fully visible.

  Terrence’s mouth dried as his eyes grew accustomed to the room’s wavering light. He stared at the beautiful spectacle the young girl made displayed like that. It was as if God had seen his need and decided to grant the prayer Terrence had not even dared to voice in his head. His cock hardened in his pants. He should shake her awake and send her up to bed. That would be the right thing to do. The fatherly thing.

  It would not be the fatherly thing to pull the edges of the crop–top further up her neck and expose those pretty titties in their full, round glory. And, they were pretty. They were very pretty. He knew that already. He tip–toed closer to get a better look. The chill from the air–conditioner was probably responsible for her caramel–colored nipples sticking out in the air like that.

  He fought the urge to yank her top higher, arguing with himself. It was wrong of him to want to do that but, since he’d already seen her nipples, would it really make a difference? By pushing her crop–top higher he’d only be exposing flesh he’d already seen, the flesh he saw whenever she wore one of her skimpier tops or one of her bikinis. Women usually cared about not revealing their nipples, not so much about the rest of their breasts, and Chanci’s nipples had already been bared through no fault of his.

  Her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath the beautiful young girl took as she slept blissfully on while he debated himself. Finally, Terrence decided to go for it. Carefully, gently, he pushed the crop–top up to her neck. Now, he could really gorge his eyes on his daughter’s full succulent breasts. His mouth watered. He bent over her and lightly flicked one nipple with his tongue watching her intently, ready to leap away if she woke up. When her eyes remained closed he swirled his tongue round and round the delightful little nub and blew on it. The nub hardened. Delighted, he repeated his action with her other breast.

  Chanci sighed and shifted slightly and Terrence pulled back, watching her in alarm. He should stop. If she caught him, oh, God, that didn’t even bear thinking about. It was awful that he would take advantage of her when she was asleep like this and couldn’t defend herself. He was an old pervert, he knew he was. His cock was so hard. Terrence rubbed himself but, of course, that only made the situation worse.

  Chanci settled down again and appeared, once more, to be sleeping peacefully. Terrence stared at her boobs. What could it hurt if she was asleep? If she was asleep and never found out he’d sucked her boobs then she couldn’t get upset about it. And there didn’t really have to be anything sexual behind it. Babies sucked titties all the time. Of course, he was aroused but he was a man, that was natural. It wasn’t like he was considering sucking her pussy.

  Pure lust stabbed through him and he glanced down at her crotch. No, touching her sex would be on another level altogether. Breasts were completely different, though. They were always on display everywhere one looked – nursing mothers, billboard lingerie ads, exhibitionist celebrities. Touching Chanci’s pussy would really be pushing the boundaries of their relationship but her boobs were okay. His reasoning made a lot of sense to him so he bent over her again and drew her titty into his mouth as he gripped his cock through his pants.

  He sucked her nipple feeling ridiculously pleased and grateful but also worried in case she woke up and stopped him. Her titty felt so good filling his mouth, so fucking good, but she might wake up and be horrified. She might call him all kinds of nasty names and scream and shout at him until he couldn’t bear it. Yes, she might do all of those things if she were awake but she wasn’t awake, she was asleep. Like his own personal Sleeping Beauty. He stroked her titty and increased his sucking action. Oh, God, he was hard, so hard. He wanted, no, he needed to come.

  Still with his mouth clamped on her nipple, he lowered himself to his knees, undid his zipper and pulled his cock out. His pre–cum flowed over his hand as he rubbed it up and down his shaft. So good, so good. He wanted to moan his satisfaction but that might wake his little Chanci up. No, he had to keep quiet. He brought up his pre–cum–smeared fingers and pulled his mouth away from her nipple long enough to wipe his juice on her. When his lips closed around her nipple again, he tasted himself on her and couldn’t help a little whimper of joy. He was sucking his own, slightly bitter, cock juice from off his daughter’s titty.

  He smeared on some more and sucked that off, too, feeling as contented as a baby. He pumped his hand faster over his cock, rocking his hips, unable to suppress the occasional grunt. Chanci was so beautiful, so achingly sweet, and he was sucking her titty like a baby, like her big baby, while he jacked his cock off. It felt so good after all the daydreaming he’d done to have her like this. She moaned softly in her sleep but, this time, he didn’t pull back.

  His balls tightened and released their load into his cock. Terrence jumped quickly to his feet and aimed the ropes of cum at his sleeping daughter. Soon her stomach and breasts were covered in the creamy white fluid. A few drops landed on her face. Terrence drank in the sight of his cum all over the sleeping teenager. He thought it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. A sudden thought occurred to him and he ran quickly to his briefcase, pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures of her, lying there, fast asleep with rivulets of his cum streaking her body. He quickly massaged the sticky, silky fluid into her skin, before bending over her to lick it all up as he snapped some more pictures.

  Terrence stood back and surveyed the sleeping girl. He’d have liked to take a look at her pussy, but he could see that her shorts were much too tight. There was no way she wouldn’t wake up if he tried to pull them off her. It would be too much of a struggle. And, anyway, it would really be going too far. He’d never actually thought any of his torrid dreams about his virginal yet sexy step–daughter would come true but one just had. He should be grateful and not get too greedy.

  Chanci’s nipples were still taut but not as much as before. Sighing, Terrence gave them each a kiss, suckling them gently before pulling her crop–top back down and covering them up again. With a last look back at the darling girl, he went up to bed. After he’d showered, he spent some time scrolling through the pictures he’d taken. He was especially pleased with the one of his tongue licking up a drop of his creamy cum from Chanci’s perky nipple.

  That night, Terrence dreamt he was walking in the woods somewhere and stumbled into a clearing where Chanci was laid out, completely naked, on a catafalque of solid ebony. He climbed up on the catafalque beside her an
d yelled her name and shook her but he couldn’t wake her up. So he kissed her like a prince in a fairy story. He kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her nose, nuzzled her neck. She still didn’t wake up so he’d put his hand between his daughter’s legs and realized her pussy was sopping wet.

  Terrence pushed the sleeping teenager’s legs further apart and rubbed her clit, dipping his fingers into her tight cunt and then bringing them back up to circle her swelling bud. Still she didn’t move, lying there so pale and unmoving it was almost as if she were dead but her skin was warm, not cold. And when he’d pushed his fingers inside her cunt it was hot and wet, so very wet.

  Terrence had torn off his own clothes, throwing them down on the ground beside the catafalque, before pulling her legs up, one ankle on each of his shoulders. He’d grabbed her ass cheeks roughly and pulled her to him, opening her up wide and impaling her on his cock. His daughter’s pussy was so tight and wet, engulfing his cock like a warm glove. He’d pounded his cock into her, thinking how weird it was that she didn’t wake up and lay so motionless beneath him. Her pussy made squishy farting noises every time he pulled out and drove himself back into her and he was overwhelmed with his love for her and changed position, cradling her in his arms, kissing her mouth and her peaceful face, as he ground his hips into hers.

  His cock twitched and then his seed fountained up through his shaft, out his cockhead, and into his unaware daughter. Terrence held her tightly to him until his spasms faded away and his panting breaths slowed. And then he felt a whisper of air on his ear and when he pulled back to look at Chanci, she opened her beautiful green eyes. “Daddy,” she’d said and her arms had risen around his neck and they’d kissed, wetly and hungrily, before he fucked her again.

  It was the freakiest dream ever but when Terrence woke the next morning he could remember every detail, from the sound of the leaves crunching under his feet to the sweet taste of his daughter’s mouth and the feel of her pussy engulfing his hard cock. He remained in bed a while relishing the memory of his dream until his need to pee got too strong and he had to go to the bathroom.