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Twisted Sinners (Margot Scott)
Twisted Sinners (Margot Scott)
Twisted Sinners (Margot Scott)
I’m as forbidden as it gets, but that won’t stop them. These men want me,
and even though they’re my fathers, my uncles, my blood, I let them inside.
I don’t care if it’s wrong. I need their hands on my skin and their lips on
mine.
Author’s note: This short story collection contains taboo sexual content
involving blood-related characters, as well as dubious consent, cheating
(on side characters), group sex, pregnancy and breeding kink. Be aware
that this list is non-exhaustive. With over 25 stories in the collection, there
are simply too many tropes and triggers to list. Please read responsibly.
©2023 Margot Scott
All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from
the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or
locations is purely coincidental. All characters are productions of the author’s imagination. This work
is intended for adults aged eighteen or older.
Independently Published
Contents
Hard at Work
Never Grow Up
In Too Deep
Sheltered
Sweet Dreams
Baring It All
Active Duty
Roughing It
The Best Man
Down and Dirty
Tight Fit
Don’t Let Go
Anything For You
Make You Mine
Don’t Peek
Playing House
Pack Master’s Princess
Take it Off
Party Favors
Hard Drive
Bumpy Ride
Stay With Me
Breaking and Entering
Little Star
Private Dancer
Daddy, It’s Cold Outside
About Margot
Hard at Work
My dad ’ svoice thunders from down the hall. “Lily! In my office. Now.”
I roll my eyes. What the hell does he want this time? I finish typing a
text to my lazy-ass boyfriend, reminding him to call me when he gets out of
work so I know he’s not off getting drunk with his low-life friends. Pushing
up from my desk, I leave the empty reception area and head for my dad’s
office at the end of the hall.
The door is open, so I don’t bother knocking. “What, Daddy?”
He doesn’t even look up from his desk. “Where’s the McKenzie file I
asked for?”
“It should be there.”
“It’s not.”
I fold my arms. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you.”
My dad sighs and leans back in his leather chair. There are wrinkles in
his white shirt and I can tell he’s been running his hands through his new
haircut. He’s frustrated. Well, so am I. This is my first summer back from
college. I should be on the beach with my friends, letting my boyfriend rub
suntan lotion on my back. I should not be holed up in my dad’s law office
answering inane phone calls and pushing papers—as in actual paper. It’s
like he refuses to move into the twenty-first century.
Of course, if I hadn’t gotten fired from my last job for checking my
phone too much, I wouldn’t be here. Hard asses thought I couldn’t
multitask. Whatever. My boss was a total asshole anyway.
Not unlike my current boss.
“Lily, I need that file. Go check and see if you missed it. Please.” He
says the word please like it was an afterthought, as if my time isn’t worth
anything.
I clench my teeth and turn to go—
“Are these the files you’re looking for, sir?” Mina, my dad’s assistant
and technically my direct supervisor, sweeps past me into the room with a
file between her shoddily manicured fingers.
She sets the folder on the desk. My dad checks the contents, then flashes
her an appreciative smile. “Thank you, Mina. It’s nice to see someone
around here is still willing to put in some effort.”
I roll my eyes. “Can I go now?”
“For now, yes,” he says. “But I need you to stay late tonight.”
I scoff. “Daddy, I can’t. I have to meet Kevin.”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass if you have to meet God himself. I need you to
stay and help move those files from the back-office cabinets into the new
storage room.”
“But, Dad—”
“I don’t want to hear it, Lily. You can either stay and help or leave now
and never come back. But good luck finding another employer that’ll take
someone with no skills and zero work ethic.”
Mina’s smile is smug, her lipstick so two years ago. My dad turns his
attention to his computer screen. My eyes burn, seeing red.
“I have skills.”
“Like what? Besides getting on your knees for that shithead boyfriend
of yours.” He snickers at the horrified look on my face. “You don’t think
your mom and I know what you two get up to in the family room after
dark? Please. If you put half as much effort into your job here as you do
keeping that little prick happy, you’d be my star employee.”
My throat tightens. I can think of a million awful names I want to call
him, but they all get stuck in my throat like garbage in a drain pipe. All I
can manage is a quiet, “I hate you.”
“Right now, I’m not too fond of you either, sweetheart.” My dad
motions for me to leave. “Now go do your job before I find someone who
will.”
I turn on my heel. As soon as I leave the room, I hear a sigh. I stop.
“She’s a smart kid,” my dad says. “I just wish she’d apply herself.”
“Lily needs a firm hand,” Mina says. “You’re not doing her any favors
by coddling her. Next time she crosses a line, there have to be real
consequences. It’s the only way she’s going to grow up.”
Bitch.
I continue down the hall, stopping to grab a diet soda from the break
room before returning to my desk. I text Kevin to let him know I won’t be
coming over, then load up a game on my phone and settle in for the rest of
my shift.
It’s going to be a long one.
Four hours later, feet and back aching from carrying box after box of
dusty old files into the storage room, I’m seriously considering giving up
my job and taking up sex work. My dad’s been shut up in his office since
just after five, and I haven’t seen Mina in almost an hour. I glance around at
the piles of folders on the floor and the wall of cabinets they’re supposed to
go into.
There’s no way I can do all this tonight. He’s going to have to let me
finish tomorrow.
I grab my phone and pad down the hall to my dad’s office barefoot,
having ditched my heels hours ago. The door is closed, but not locked, and I
don’t bother knocking before turning the knob. My brain can’t compute
what my eyes are seeing.
Mina, with her shirt open, on her knees.
My dad’s cock in her mouth.
I freeze. Not just because of how shocking the scene is, but because my
dad’s cock is massive. I’m used to Kevin’s average inches and reasonable
girth. The thought of being fucked by something that huge makes my knees
quake for reasons I don’t want to think about.
Figures a big mouth like Mina would be able to handle a fat cock.
Watching her lips move up and down his shaft makes my pussy clench.
I can't help it. My dad's a handsome man, always has been, but seeing him
like this, I know exactly what my mom saw in him all those years ago.
Speaking of my mom, I can’t imagine she’d be too happy to learn about
her husband fucking his secretary.
I unlock my phone and snap a few pictures of the two of them going at
it. Finally, I have something I can use to make my summer back home a hell
of a lot easier: leverage. If I play this right, I’ll never have to set foot in this
stuffy office again. But the paychecks will keep on coming.
These photos are my ticket to Easy Street.
“Oh my God!” I cry out dramatically.
They immediately separate. My dad zips his hard, fat cock back inside
his slacks, as Mina scrambles to button her shirt over her sad-looking tits.
He rises from his chair and has the gall to look annoyed as I stare him
down.
Just try and fire me now, Daddy.
He turns to Mina. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She nods. I catch her eye as she rushes past me and out the door. Not so
smug now, are you, bitch?
“Did you forget how to knock?” my dad snaps.
I balk at him. “How was I supposed to know you’d be in here getting
blown by your assistant?”
He slips a hand into his pocket, drawing my gaze downward. His pants
are still tight in the crotch. For some reason, this fact makes me feel warm
all over. “What the hell did you need anyway?”
“I was going to tell you that I’ll be back in the morning to finish
organizing the storage room.” I stand up straighter. “Now I don’t have to,
because I won’t be coming back ever again.”
“You’re quitting?” He gestures to his dick. “Over this?”
I saunter around him and take a seat in his fancy leather chair. “While
you were busy getting deep-throated, I took it upon myself to snap a few
photos. I can only imagine what Mom will say when she sees them.”
His gaze hardens. “You sent those photos to your mother?”
“Not yet. But I will, unless you do everything I tell you to.”
My dad’s hands fist at his sides as if he wants to ring my neck. “All
right. Let’s hear your demands.”
I rest my feet on his desk. “I want a raise.”
“I thought you said you aren’t coming back.”
“I’m not. But you’re going to keep giving me a paycheck through the
end of the summer.”
He sneers. “Anything else?”
My pulse flutters. This is going way better than I expected. “I want to
throw a party. A big one, and invite all my friends from college, and I want
you to pay for it. I want an allowance, five hundred—no! A thousand
dollars a week, cash, on top of my regular paycheck.”
He folds his arms. “That’s all?”
“No! I want...a car. A red MINI Cooper!”
“A convertible?”
“Yes!” My smile consumes my face. I can already see myself driving
down the coast with the wind in my hair and the music blaring.
He scratches his chin, like he’s mulling the whole thing over. His gaze
narrows.
“No.”
I scowl. “What do you mean, no? If Mom finds out—”
“Your mom and I are separating. She couldn’t care less who I fuck.”
I barely have time to process this news before he’s towering over me.
“Trying to blackmail your boss is a fireable offense.” He braces himself
on the arms of the chair, caging me in. “Trying to blackmail your father?
That’s personal.”
My throat tightens. I can practically feel the anger rolling off him in
waves.
“I've had a long and stressful day,” he says. “And when I have long,
stressful days, I like to unwind by getting my dick sucked. But you, in your
selfishness, have managed to ruin that course of action, alongside
everything else. I'd be impressed if I weren't standing here in blue-ball
hell.”
My bottom lip quivers, but I doubt crying is going to help my cause.
I’ve fucked up. Big time. If he wasn’t going to fire me before, he sure as
shit will now. Hell, he might even kick me out of the house.
I’m as good as roadkill.
He cups my chin and turns my head to whisper in my ear, “Now would
be a good time to start begging for forgiveness, baby girl.”
I swallow hard. He stands up straight, arms folded over his chest, his
gaze cold.
“Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!”
He doesn't move or respond. I try again.
“Daddy, please, I didn't mean to—”
“You'd sound a lot more convincing on your knees.”
My heart is pounding. I slide onto the carpet in front of him. He’s still
hard. I can’t look up without coming face-to-face with his monster erection.
That, and the adrenaline coursing through my veins, makes my pussy throb.
He catches me staring at his cock.
“See what you’ve done?” He rubs himself through his slacks. “I could
be balls-deep in pussy right now. Instead, I’m standing here with sore nuts,
dealing with you.”
Something dark flashes in his eyes, the glint of an idea I’m not sure I’m
going to like.
“What do you think we should do about that?” he asks.
“I don’t know, Daddy.”
His frown curls into a wicked grin. “Tell you what, sweetheart. You
show me you’re capable of doing a good job—any job, but in this case, a
blow job—and I’ll consider forgiving you for being a vindictive, spoiled
bitch. Who knows, you might even get to keep your miserable job.”
My eyes widen. He can’t be serious.
“But first,” he says, “show me those perky tits.”
Holy shit, he’s dead serious.
My hands shake as I unbutton my shirt and let it fall from my shoulders.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, but if it’s the only way I can atone for what I
tried to do to him, I’ll do it. Because if he throws me out, I have nowhere
else to go. And if I’m being completely honest, the thought of getting up
close and personal with my dad’s fat cock makes my clit tingle.
I unclasp my bra and remove it. His eyes drink me in. He reaches down
to squeeze my breasts before unzipping his slacks and pulling out his thick
cock. It’s even bigger than I remember; my fingers barely touch when I
wrap my hand around it. Glancing up at him, I pump his shaft a few times
to get a feel for him.
My dad exhales, his eyelids going heavy. I wonder if this is the first
time he’s ever thought about me like this. The satisfaction in his gaze tells
me it’s not. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. He shudders.
Slowly, I work my tongue all the way down his shaft and back up. I’m not
sure how I’m going to fit him in my mouth, so I focus my attentions on the
head, kissing and licking.
When I’m ready, I take a deep breath and wrap my lips around the head,
taking the whole tip into my mouth.
My dad’s hand tangles in my hair. I drool as much as I can down his
shaft and jerk my hand in time with my lips. Little by little, I take more of
him, coming up for air and then going back down. My jaw aches. I ignore
the pain and concentrate on the pleasure I’m giving him, and how much it
turns me on.
Before I even realize I’m doing it, my hand finds its way under my
skirt. My clit is hard and ultra-sensitive. I barely have to touch it before I’m
shaking like a frightened chihuahua. My dad’s hips start to buck; I doubt he
can help himself. I make my hand an extension of my mouth so it feels like
he’s thrusting into something deeper, like my pussy... I moan at the thought.
“Are you touching yourself?”
Mortified, I stop everything. When I glance up at my dad, his cheeks are
ruddy and his eyes are dark.
“Stand up, Lily.” When I don’t, he makes me, grasping my shoulders
and hauling me to my feet. He reaches under my skirt to feel my panties.
His mouth tips up at the corners. “Well, I’ll be damned. My baby girl's
enjoying herself.”
My face burns like an inferno. I can't help rocking against his hand as he
pets me. It feels so fucking good. He kisses my mouth, his tongue sliding
past my lips. His cock bumps my stomach as he tugs my panties down.
“Daddy, we can’t—” I gasp at the illicit thrill I feel as he cups my pussy.
“On the desk,” he says.
I hop up on his desk. He pushes my skirt up and then spreads my knees.
The look he gives my pussy takes my breath away.
“It kills me to think you’ve been wasting this gorgeous pussy on some
inexperienced fuckboy.” He runs two fingers along my slit. “It’s time you
let a man show you how it’s done.”
Tendrils of pleasure weave their way from my groin throughout the rest
of my body. He spreads my lips, then teases my clit with his center finger,
which he then slips inside me. I moan as he finger-fucks me slowly, and the
look on his face makes my nipples harden. I can’t not touch them.
He guides me back onto the desk with a hand at my throat, then bends
to kiss my breasts. He licks my nipples and then sucks them, biting gently.
My breasts aren’t what you’d call big, but they’re round and firm and my
dad seems to like the fact that he can fit them in his mouth. He kisses a trail
down my stomach, pausing to bite the places where my hip bones jut. My
pussy flutters in anticipation of what his tongue will feel like when he
reaches my clit.
Kevin has only ever gone down on me once when he was drunk, and he
wasn't very good at it. My dad is very good at it. Within seconds, I'm
writhing like a water snake. He pins my hips to the desk, his gaze dark and
foreboding.
“Knock over my files and I'll spank your ass until it's as pink as your
pussy.”
Excitement trills through me. My dad hasn’t spanked me since I was a
little girl.
He fucks me with his fingers, smoothing his tongue over my clit again
and again. I know it’s wrong, what we’re doing, but it feels too good to
stop. Thinking about his hand on my ass, coming down hard, teaching me a
lesson, makes me ache for a time when I was his favorite girl, even when I
was bad. I remember how right it felt to lay across my dad’s lap and take his
punishments. I want him to show me who's boss, here and now.
I want him to spank me.
I rest my hand on the McKenzie file. My pussy throbs. As soon as my
orgasm hits me, I arch my back and push the folder off the desk. Papers
scatter across the floor. I moan.
Daddy looks up from between my legs. “Now, you're gonna get it.”
He flips me over so that I'm bent over the desk with my ass in the air
and my feet barely touching the floor. His hand comes down hard on my
right cheek. It hurts a lot more than I bargained for.
“Act like a brat and expect to be punished like a brat.”
His hand is so big. Big enough to cover my whole ass cheek. Each time
he spanks me, he follows up with a firm grab, pressing the burning heat into
my flesh. I wriggle against the desk. As much as it hurts, it feels amazing
when he glides his fingertips over my cheeks—better than it would’ve if he
hadn't spanked me first. It’s the pain that makes the pleasure feel like
heaven in comparison. Just like my dad’s other punishments—groundings,
menial tasks, bed without supper—exist in order to teach me how to be a
better daughter, a better employee.
He spanks me five more times on the right and six on the left.
Afterward, he skates his fingers across my burning flesh. My whole body
tingles. He dips between my legs to feel how slick I am, and has no trouble
fitting three fingers inside me.
“I was going to come in your mouth,” he says, “but this pussy's too
juicy to pass up.”
I gasp. My dad wants to fuck me. As horny as I am, I can’t ignore the
twinge of panic I feel at the thought of him coming inside me. It would be
the ultimate sin. I could never look at him the same way again, let alone
face my mother.
“Daddy, we can’t.”
He shushes me gently, smoothing a hand down my back.
“I’m the boss, sweetheart.” He rubs my lips with the head of his cock.
“This is all part of the job.”
I moan as he thrusts into my pussy, burying himself in my heat. My
heart pounds wildly. He's done it. He's put his dick inside me. And I can't
believe how good it feels, so big and hard and dirty.
My dad draws back and then fills me again with a low groan. “How the
hell are you this tight?”
I'm no virgin, but Kevin's dick is hardly thicker than my three fingers,
while Daddy's cock more than strains my seams. His hands grip my hips as
he finds his rhythm, not too fast and not too slow. The folder on the desk
beneath my pelvis is thick enough to rub my clit against, making my pussy
flutter and clench him tightly.
His fingertips bite into my hips. He picks up speed, his thrusts coming
harder, his grunts more desperate. He wants to come inside me. I've never
even let Kevin do that, always insisting he wear a condom, even when he
pouts about it.
Daddy pulls his dick out all the way, then shoves it back inside. It’s like
being fucked by a battering ram. He does it a few more times, then spreads
my cheeks to press his thumb to my tight back hole. I rub-rub-rub my pussy
against the folders, so turned on I think I might explode. Everything about
this moment is forbidden, from the man who's fucking me to how he's going
about it.
The pressure builds between my thighs until I can't hold back. I come,
quick and sharp like my mother's slap that one time I called her a cunt. My
dad must feel it, too, because he's fucking me so hard it hurts. I love it. I
want to remember this feeling for the rest of the week, every time I sit
down.
His pelvis spanks my ass with every thrust, making my already sore
bottom prickle. “Fuck, baby girl, I'm gonna come.”
I can already feel his cock pulsing.
“Do it, Daddy,” I beg. “I want you to.”
He groans. His cock slams into me and his rhythm slows. Wet heat coats
my pussy and drips out onto Daddy's files. He pushes inside me as far as he
can and then stops. When he slips out a few seconds later, I'm too exhausted
and overwhelmed to do more than sigh.
My dad kisses my shoulder and slides a hand between my thighs to coat
two fingers in his cum, which he uses to massage and then enter my
asshole. I moan; there’s not a single part of me he hasn’t penetrated.
“That’s my good girl,” he says, and my face flushes.
I smile. “Thank you, Daddy. Does this mean I get to keep my job?”
“No.”
I tense. “Why not?”
“Because you’ve been promoted. Your new position is bent over my
desk, like you are now. And your new title is Daddy’s Favorite Fucktoy.”
He points to the McKenzie file scattered across the floor. “Now get on your
hands and knees and clean up your mess.”
I don’t even have to force the words, “Yes, sir.”
Never Grow Up
“O uch ...”
I glance up from the spreadsheet on my laptop and cock my head,
listening.
“Babe?” I call out, my voice echoing through the supposedly empty
house. I don’t hear anything. Smoothing a hand over my stubbled jaw—in
desperate need of a shave—I lean back in my office chair and then rub my
eyes.
“Shit!”
That, I definitely heard.
I step out of my office and into the foyer, then stop when I notice a light
coming from the master bedroom upstairs. A light I did not leave on. My
wife’s away for the weekend on a yoga retreat, and my daughter Brielle,
back from college, is spending the night at a friend’s.
There shouldn’t be anyone else in the house.
Careful not to make any noise, I reach inside the hall closet and grab the
baseball bat I keep there, just in case. I creep up the stairs on bare feet and
peek into the master bedroom. Nothing out of the ordinary, as far as I can
tell. No jewelry missing from my wife’s vanity, no drawers have been rifled
through.
Then, I see it. Light shining from beneath the door to the ensuite
bathroom.
My pulse jackknifes. What the fuck would a burglar want from there?
Bat raised, I make my way over to the door and grip the handle.
I barge inside with a roar.
My daughter screams.
The first thing I see is blood. Deep red drops on the white porcelain.
Next, I see where they’re coming from: somewhere in the vicinity of
Brielle’s inner thigh. Lastly, I notice she’s not wearing any underwear.
My cock notices, too.
“Brielle?” I lower the goddamn bat and fight like hell to reign in my
pulse. “When the hell did you get home?”
“A while ago.” Her nose is red and her cheeks are wet. She’s been
crying.
“Shit,” I mutter, grabbing a hand towel off the rack. “Here, take this.
You’re bleeding. What the fuck are you doing in here?”
“Nothing.” She wipes the blood from her thigh and then holds the towel
against the cut. I can see she’s been trying to shave—using my goddamn
razor—without using shaving cream or water.
I prop the bat against the far wall. “Doesn’t look like nothing. Why
didn’t you announce yourself when you came home?”
She shrugs. The bra she’s wearing is barely opaque enough to cover her
nipples. I avert my gaze, but it’s hard not to look when they’re practically
staring me down. “Your mom said you were staying at Sarah’s tonight.”
“I was.” Brielle sniffles. “Until the guys showed up.”
“What guys?” My already rampant pulse kicks into high gear. I see red.
“Brielle, answer me.”
“Just a few of Sarah’s friends from school. Her parents are gone for the
weekend, so she invited them to hang out.”
“Did you know they were gonna be there?”
She shakes her head no. “We had some drinks. Just beers, nothing
serious.”
“Any drinking is serious when you’re only nineteen years old.” I sigh
heavily. “So, you were drinking with a bunch of guys.”
“Just a few guys. One guy in particular. We were talking on the porch,
and we started...making out. He said...”
I squint. “He said what?”
Her cheeks glow hot pink as she busies herself with adjusting the towel,
a stalling tactic if I ever saw one. “He said he wanted to go down on me.”
“A guy you just met asked if he could go down on you.” I inhale deeply
and plaster on a neutral expression, not wanting to make her feel defensive,
given the sensitive subject matter. “Well, did you let him?”
“Sort of.”
“What do you mean, sort of?” I immediately take stock of the sadness in
her eyes and the tears on her face, the quiver in her lower lip. If this fucker
hurt my little girl, he’s gonna have more than a few broken bones to worry
about by the time I’m done with him. “Sweetheart, did this guy force
himself on you?”
“No. Nothing like that.” She wipes her eyes. “God, this is so
embarrassing.”
“I don’t give a fuck if it’s embarrassing. You’re gonna tell me what
happened. Or, at the very least, you’re gonna tell me what it has to do with
my razor.”
Brielle sniffles. “When I said he could go down on me, he pulled my
panties off and... He started laughing. He said my bush looked more like a
forest, and that he’d already flossed his teeth this morning. I didn’t want
him to see me cry, so I left. I ran all the way home.”
I know where her friend, Sarah, lives. I used to drop Brielle off at that
house on weekends for birthday parties and study groups. Four miles. That
fucker made my little girl feel so bad about herself that she ran four miles in
the dark all the way home.
“You should’ve called me,” I say. “I would’ve come and got you.”
“I didn’t want you to know I’d been drinking.”
“Brielle, it doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing. I will
always come and get you.”
“I’m sorry.” Her eyes well with tears.
I scrub a hand over my face and try to temper my rage. As poor as her
decisions have been tonight, she doesn’t need me yelling at her right now.
“So, you’re shaving because you think your pubic hair is ugly?”
“Isn’t it?”
The hurt in her voice is like a punch to the gut. I move closer to the tub
so I can cup her chin in my hands. “No, sweetheart, you’re beautiful.
There’s nothing wrong with you. Don’t believe anyone who tells you
otherwise.”
Brielle wipes her eyes. “Sarah’s never made a big deal of how it looks.”
“Why would she...” The realization hits my brain like a shot. Brielle and
Sarah have been best friends for over a decade, plenty of time for curiosity
to get the better of them. I hadn’t taken my baby girl for a bisexual, but it’s
not exactly the sort of thing she’d mention over family dinner. “You and
Sarah hooked up?”
“A couple of times.”
Try as I might, I can’t get the image of Sarah’s face buried in Brielle’s
pussy out of my head. The fact that she’s naked from the waist down right
now doesn’t help matters.
“Sarah hooks up with lots of guys.” She runs the towel under the
bathtub faucet to wash out the blood, which appears to have stopped
running down her leg. “She says they like it better when you shave, and that
it makes you feel more sensitive.”
“I guess the latter part of that is true.”
She looks at me. “How do you know?”
“Your mom and I shave each other sometimes.”
“You do?” Shock colors her cheeks. “I mean, she lets you shave
her...down there?”
“Not recently, but yeah. It’s something we’ve done.” I wouldn’t exactly
call myself a landscaper, but I can prune a shrub. “You should ask your
mom how to do it when she gets back.”
“But she’s not coming back ’til Sunday, right?” Brielle puts on a face I
know all too well. She’s about to ask me for something. “Maybe you could
show me how to do it. Since you know how.”
All the blood in my brain quickly relocates to my second head. “You
want me to shave you?”
She nods. “Please, Daddy?”
Oh, fuck. My dick goes from chubby to hard in a matter of seconds. My
baby girl is asking me to get up-close and personal with her pussy. I should
tell her no fucking way. I should slam the door and walk out—
I should not take the razor she’s offering and say, “All right, sweetheart.
Watch and learn.”
I pull up the stopper and run a few inches of warm water into the tub.
While that’s filling, I grab a can of shaving cream and a fresh razor. I sit on
the rim of the tub with my feet in the water and motion for her to stand
close to me.
“Spread your legs a little wider,” I tell her. The sight of her pussy
opening in front of my face makes my cock throb. I give her a few test
splashes to wet the short brown hair between her legs, then slowly lift a
palmful of water to dampen her folds. Brielle gasps and bites her lip, but
doesn’t recoil.
I just touched her pussy. Holy fucking shit, I just fondled my baby girl.
Careful not to make it obvious how much I’m enjoying this, I squirt
some shaving cream into my hand and start spreading it over her skin. Her
breath quickens. I catch a glimpse of her sweet, round tits as they rise and
fall. Pressing my thumb to the skin above her bush, I pull the area taut and
begin shaving with the grain. The fine hair glides away easily.
“Never shave dry,” I say, more to distract myself than to educate her.
“Use warm water, and always make sure the skin is good and damp before
you start.”
My dick flexes as I gently pinch one of her lips to pull the skin taut.
Brielle doesn’t say a word, but her eyes are locked on what my hands are
doing. Halfway through the job, I pause to add some more shaving cream.
“You doing okay?” I ask.
She nods.
I tell her to put her right foot down and lift her left so I can get the other
side. She braces herself with a hand on my shoulder as she shifts her feet.
Her tits are so close, they’re practically touching my head. I press my lips
together in what I hope looks like concentration but is really just an effort to
stop myself from salivating over her nipples.
As I finish up the other side, I have her tilt her pelvis forward so I can
reach the hair growing behind her pussy. The angle splays her like an
offering. I know it’s wrong as hell, but I can’t help myself. Using my thumb
and forefinger, I spread her lips wider so I can see everything, her little clit
and all the holes and the wetness I’m sure is water but my cock is
convinced must be a sign of arousal.
“Am I smooth yet, Daddy?”
“Almost.” I finish the job, then clean the razor in the tub.
Jesus, her pussy is so fucking pink. I dip my hand in the warm water
and splash it onto her lips, then use my fingers to swipe away the leftover
shaving cream. She’s smooth as silk and naked as the day she was born. I
splash and rub her a couple more times—more times than necessary, if I’m
being honest.
I still can’t fucking believe she’s letting me do this.
“All done, sweetheart.” I bid her gorgeous cunt a silent goodbye, then
guide her own hand between her legs. “Here. Feel for yourself.”
Brielle runs her fingers up and down over the smooth, pink skin. She
whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
“It's so sensitive.” Her eyelashes flutter. She wets her mouth and then
lets it hang open.
Jesus Christ, my baby girl is turned-on, and I can't take my eyes off her.
I hope to God she doesn’t notice my dick fighting against my zipper.
Standing up is out of the question, at least until I’ve had a chance to calm
down.
Scrubbing my face, I say, “I think I need a shave, too.”
Brielle smiles. “Can I do it?”
Why the hell not? “Sure.”
I take my shirt off so it won’t get wet, then sit patiently as she dribbles
water onto my face and applies a thin layer of shaving cream.
“Don’t forget to pull the skin,” I say.
“I know, Daddy.”
A fast learner, she shaves me like a pro. The fact that she’s shaving me
with the same razor I just used to shave her pussy does not escape me or my
cock. Lifting my chin, she glides the razor upward from my neck to my jaw.
Less than a foot from my face, her plump, pink pussy is begging to meet my
tongue.
Brielle runs her hand along my jaw. “Now you’re almost as smooth as
me.” She pets her pussy right in front of me, then blushes when she catches
me staring. “It feels so nice. I can’t stop touching it.”
It takes every drop of decency I have not to grab her ass and bury my
face in that juicy pink peach. I swallow hard. “It looks real nice, too,
sweetheart.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Brielle smiles. “I wish Sarah were here to see it. I
bet it would feel amazing to have someone—” She bites her lips together, as
if she's just remembered who she's talking too.
My cock throbs and my other head takes over. “To have someone
what?”
She won't make eye contact. “To have someone go down on me now
that it’s so sensitive.”
I ball my hands into fists to stop myself from acting on my filthy
desires. Brielle is my daughter. She's not asking me to eat her out. She's
thinking about her friend Sarah’s mouth. Sarah’s tongue. Speaking of
which...
“By the way, Brielle, you're grounded for the rest of the weekend,
effective immediately.”
“Daddy, you can’t ground me. I'm nineteen.”
“I can as long as you're living in my house. And since I don’t see you
renting your own apartment for the summer, I’d say you’re stuck.”
“But I’m supposed to go to the beach with Sarah and her sister
tomorrow.” She pouts. “I want to wear my new bikini.”
“You mean the one I said you’re absolutely never allowed to wear
outside the house?”
She grins. “Yes.”
“Well, too bad. You'll have to go some other time.”
Brielle strokes her pussy. “I guess I can think of something to do here at
home...”
I fight back a groan. How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate on
work knowing she's upstairs playing with her freshly shaven pussy all
weekend?
“Plus,” she says, “that means we get to hang out, just the two of us,
while Mom's gone.”
My dick likes the sound of that. So much so that it's starting to ache like
a bitch, trapped inside my jeans. Discretely, I wedge my hand in my pocket
and try to angle it down my pant leg.
Not discretely enough, however.
Brielle’s eyes go wide. Well, what'd she expect? You can't wag your
pussy in a man's face and expect him not to react.
I clear my throat. “Well, I’d better get back to work.”
“Dad, wait. I'm not finished.”
I stroke my face. “Feels smooth enough to me.”
“I don't mean your face.” She looks at my jock, and I swear my dick is
gonna break off in my pants. She smiles seductively and picks up the can of
shaving cream. “It’s only fair, Daddy.”
Jesus motherfucking Christ, she wants to see my cock. There's no other
explanation. Considering the blue-balls-inducing state she’s put me in, I've
half a mind to show it to her. I'm not the type of guy to be led around by his
dick, but every man has his limits; looks like Brielle just found mine.
I stand up and reach for my belt buckle.
A glint of hesitation sparks in my daughter’s eyes. She didn't think I'd
say yes. Well, in that case, she's in for the shock of her fucking life, because
I'm done playing hide and seek.
It's time to put up or shut up, baby girl.
I step out of my jeans and stand in the water, my cock aimed straight at
her belly button. Brielle grabs a hand towel and wets it with water from the
tub, then uses it to dampen the hair around my cock. Wrapping her slim
fingers around my shaft, she lifts my dick to wet my balls. There’s no
stopping the ragged sigh that follows.
My gorgeous daughter is touching my cock. Not only that, but she’s
taking her time spreading shaving cream over the skin around it. Tongue
between her teeth, she glides the razor over the hair above and to the sides
of my shaft, cleaning the blade between each stroke. I hold my breath as she
raises my cock to start working on balls.
“Careful, baby girl.”
She smiles up at me. “Don’t worry, Daddy. I won’t cut you.”
My dick and balls feel heavy by the time she’s done, as if they’re made
of granite. She skims her fingertips all around my groin, admiring her
handiwork. She even plays with my balls. Precum drips from the head of
my aching cock. If she doesn't actually stroke my dick soon, I'll have to do
it for her.
“Did I do a good job?” she asks.
“You did a great job, sweetheart.” Taking my cue from her, I tickle the
velvety mound above her slit, then glide my knuckles downward. Brielle
bites her lip. Wetness coats my fingers as I tease her open. Fuck, she's
horny. My baby girl is horny for her dad’s cock.
Gripping my shaft, I touch the head of my dick to her smooth pussy
lips.
She gasps. “Daddy!”
“Feels good, doesn't it?” I run the tip along her slit, wetting it with her
juices. She moans as I push against her swollen clit, stiff like a miniature
cock.
With my free hand, I brush her long hair off her shoulders and slide her
bra straps down. I want to see every fucking inch of this beautiful thing I
created. Her tits don't disappoint. Round and pert with bubblegum-pink
nipples I can't wait to suck and bite, assuming she'll let me.
Christ, at this point, I might not take no for an answer.
I squeeze her breasts and strum her nipples, still teasing her clit with my
cock.
“Oh, God, Daddy, we can't...” She rocks her hips, sliding onto my cock
and rising up on her toes. Reaching around to cup her perfect ass, I
encourage her to use my dick to pleasure herself. That she also happens to
be giving me a damn good pussy job in the process is a welcome bonus.
She rests her hands on my shoulders, letting me bear some of her weight
as she works her clit against me, oiling my cock with her juices. “Will you
lick my pussy, Daddy? I need to know what it feels like.”
My mouth curves into a grin. With a pussy as luscious as hers, it would
be a crime not to. “Only if you say please.”
“Pretty please, Daddy. With whipped cream and a cherry on top.”
I help her to step out of the tub and then I sit back down on the edge,
encouraging her to rest her foot on my thigh. She stands in front me, spread
open and glistening. I trace the outline of her lips with the tip of my tongue,
teasing her. She gasps and shivers so bad she has to steady herself with a
hand on my nape. Slowly, I glide my whole tongue over her pussy from
bottom to top. Her lips are smooth as silk and sweet from her juices. Cream
and cherries. Fucking delicious.
Brielle whimpers. “I don't know if I can do this standing up. I’m so
sensitive.”
“Just lean on me, sweetheart.” I wrap my arm around her so I can hold
her steady and grope her perfect ass at the same time.
I nibble and suck on her lips, then focus my attention on her hard little
clit, flicking and fluttering my tongue until she’s moaning and swearing
under her breath. I suck on that sweet bud ’til her legs tremble, then switch
back to licking. I make my tongue stiff and blunt and keep my pace
consistent. That's how her mom likes it, and from the way she's humping
my face, I think it's safe to assume that's how she likes it, too.
Bolstered by her enthusiasm, I trace circles around her back entrance
with my finger, then push on the tight puckered hole.
“Oh, Daddy, don't go in there, that's too dirty.”
I hadn't been planning on it, but the thought of breaching her asshole
has my dick dripping precum all over the bathmat. And seeing how
embarrassed she is only makes me want to do it all the more. What we're
doing is dirty as fuck, but there's nothing dirty about Brielle. She's perfect,
and I'll kick the piss out of anyone who says otherwise.
I slide two fingers into her pussy from behind to wet them, then use
those same fingers to prod her butthole. I make sure not to let up on her clit
as I ease into her ass. Brielle's hands claw at my hair as she wriggles and
squirms. She calls out for God as I finger-fuck her tight little sphincter, my
tongue drawing figure eights on and around that juicy bud.
“Ohh, I'm gonna come,” she whines, like she's afraid to. “Daddy, I'm
gonna come, I'm gonna come...”
She shudders. I push my fingers inside her as deep as they'll go. Her
muscles grab me. I can feel her clit pulsing against my tongue as she comes,
and I don’t stop licking until her knees give out.
My fingers slip from her asshole as I help Brielle to sit on the bathmat.
Breathless, she rests her head on my thigh, inches from my throbbing,
twitching cock. Precum drips onto her shoulder. I smooth her hair away
from her face. The tip of her tongue glows pink between her pearly whites.
“Give me that gorgeous mouth,” I say.
She tilts her head back and licks her lips, then wraps them around my
cock. I hold onto her hair as I slowly fuck her face, a little bit deeper with
each thrust. My daughter’s mouth is smaller than her mother’s. She can
only take about half of me before she gags. After a few more thrusts, I slip
my cock out of her mouth and drop to the floor beside her.
“Lie down, baby girl.”
“Daddy, we can’t.” She’s lying down even as she says it. “What if Mom
finds out?”
“Mom doesn’t have to find out.” I kneel between her legs and drag her
ass up onto my thighs so her feet are behind me. “This will be our little
secret.”
Brielle covers her face with her hands. “But...you’re my dad. It isn’t
right.”
“Who says it’s not right?”
“I don’t know. People.”
“Fuck people. You and I are the only people whose opinions matter.” I
cup her breasts with both hands and play with her nipples. “How does this
feel, Brielle?
She sighs. “Really good.”
I grip my shaft and rub the head against her clit. “And this? How does
this feel?”
“Good. Fuck, it feels so good.”
“So, how can this be bad?”
She licks her lips. She’s practically vibrating with the effort it’s taking
her not to give in to what she wants. Finally, she succumbs. “Fuck it. I don’t
care what anyone says. Just fuck me, Daddy.”
I slide balls-deep into her pussy, her smooth parts and my smooth parts
coming together in slick, forbidden harmony. Brielle whimpers and moans
as I drive my cock in and out, my hands supporting her knees and spreading
her wide. She pinches her nipples, pressing her tits together. The sight
makes my dick throb.
“Play with yourself,” I growl. “Show Daddy how you’re gonna play
with your new shaved pussy.”
She slides one hand down her stomach to stroke her clit, and the extra
stimulation makes her pussy tighten around me. My balls slap her ass as I
pound into her, and I can feel the tension in them as I get closer to coming.
Brielle bites her lip and squeezes her eyes shut. She’s gonna come again,
and I’m gonna be inside her when she does.
“Fuck,” she spits. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Daddy. Don’t stop. Don’t
stop...”
I bury my cock inside her as she comes, her muscles squeezing and
releasing me in rapid succession. The feel of it combined with the sight of
my daughter’s perky tits and shaved pussy does me in. I’m ready to blow.
The first shot goes off inside her. Immediately, I pull out and shoot the
rest onto her pussy. Hot, white globs of cum splatter all over her bright pink
skin. Brielle shudders, then stares down between her thighs in shock.
“You came inside me,” she says.
I sit back on my haunches, my heart punching at my sternum like it
can’t believe what I’ve just done to my sweet baby. “I did, yeah.”
She sits up on the bathmat. “I don’t have an IUD anymore. What if I get
pregnant?”
“Then you get pregnant.” I pull her into my arms and kiss her forehead.
“Don’t worry about that now. You know your mom and I will support you,
no matter what.”
“Not if she finds out it’s yours.”
“Shhh.” I rock her against my chest like I did when she was little. “It’ll
be all right. I promise. You’re still my little girl, Brielle. I’m always gonna
take care of you.”
I feel her muscle groups relax one by one until she’s a pile of sweetness
in my arms.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah, baby girl?” I tip her chin up so I can kiss her lips.
“Am I still grounded?”
I chuckle. “Most definitely.”
She smiles. “That’s okay. I’m sure we can come up with fun things to
do here at home.”
Active Duty
My parents were already up and about when I awoke the next morning.
The scent of bacon and sausage and coffee coaxed me from the tent. I
unzipped the flap, then hesitated when I heard my mom's cheery, “Morning,
honey,” greeting.
So, she had slept through it all. I sighed with relief.
“Morning, Mom.”
“Want some breakfast?”
“Sure, that’d be great.”
She piled a plate with eggs and bacon, then handed it to me. I thanked
her and started eating. The two of us ate in companionable silence for a few
minutes, until my dad stepped onto the campsite with an armload of logs
and kindling. He eyed me warily at first, until I waved to him. He smiled
back in turn.
“Hey, Mom?” I said, turning to look at her.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I'm glad we came out here. It's been nice spending time with you
guys.”
She patted my hand. “I'm so glad to hear it, Annabelle.”
My dad placed the wood on the ground next to the fire pit and then sat
down beside me at the picnic table. He pulled me into a side hug. “I knew
my happy camper was in there somewhere.”
“Sounds like you just needed a good night's sleep to draw her out,” said
Mom.
“Yep.” I couldn’t help smiling. “That’s exactly what I needed.”
The Best Man
T he sun has just barely kissed the horizon when my Uncle Bax taps me
on the shoulder. He points, and I follow the trajectory of his finger until I
see her through the trees. She’s beautiful. With big ears and large, dark
eyes, scanning the woods for predators, for me. I watch her through the
scope on my rifle. I only have a few minutes before the day’s hunt is over,
and I’ve been waiting all weekend for this moment.
Uncle Bax squeezes my shoulder. He knows how badly I want this.
“Breathe,” he whispers.
I inhale deeply, just the way he taught me, then flex my finger on the
exhale.
A shot slices through the quiet as the rifle’s butt kicks my shoulder. I
glance up just in time to catch the blur of the deer’s white tail as it vanishes
through the trees.
Another miss. My second since we came all the way out here.
“Goddamn it,” I mutter. “I did everything I was supposed to do.”
Uncle Bax pulls me into a side hug. He’s so tall that my forehead barely
reaches his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Evie. You’ll get one. We’ve still got a
few more days.” He checks his watch. “Let’s head back. Maybe your old
man got something.”
We trek back to the main trail and then down to where my daddy’s truck
is parked. He’s waiting for us behind the wheel. We load our stuff into the
bed—empty of deer—and climb inside, me sandwiched between my daddy
and my uncle.
“Looks like you two fared about as well as I did,” Daddy says. He shifts
the truck into reverse and turns us in the direction of my uncle’s hunting
cabin.
“Evie almost got one,” Uncle Bax says. “A good-sized doe up by the
ridge.”
“Almost but not quite,” I grumble.
My daddy pats my thigh. “You’ll get her next time, bunny.”
Under different circumstances, the term of endearment would give me
the warm fuzzies, but right now it bites like an insult. Because that’s exactly
what I was today: a twitchy little bunny. No more capable of taking down a
full-grown doe than a rabbit.
I watch the sun set between the trees as we make our way to Uncle
Bax’s hunting cabin. I love it out here, away from the noises of suburbia
and the crowds of my high school. I’ve been sneaking off to play in the
woods my whole life, but this is my first real hunting trip. My mom always
hated that I was a tomboy, and she sure as hell never wanted me to learn to
hunt. But as soon as I turned eighteen last summer, I made my daddy
promise to take me hunting over Thanksgiving break.
We pull into the gravel driveway and start unloading the truck.
“Steaks tonight?” Daddy asks.
“Sounds good to me,” I say.
“Hey, bunny.” Uncle Bax taps my shoulder. “Grab a bag of charcoal
from the shed. I’m gonna take a quick shower.”
“Sure.” I help my daddy carry our things into the small mud room and
then make my way around to the other side of the cabin.
There’s a lock on the shed where Uncle Bax keeps the charcoal, among
other outdoor supplies. Thankfully, he has the combination set to my
birthday to make it easy for me to remember. I get the door open and drag
out a bag of briquettes. I’m just about finished re-locking the shed door
when I notice the cabin’s bathroom window light up.
Most of the windows in Uncle Bax’s cabin don’t have curtains. He likes
to wake up with the sun, sometimes even earlier if he’s planning on going
hunting. It’s almost dark now, which means I can clearly make out the
interior of the bathroom—including Uncle Bax taking his shirt off. He
bends at the waist to peel off his boxers. I can only see from the vee of his
pelvis upward, but what I can see is clear as day. He stretches, and I can’t
help noticing the way his muscles ripple beneath his suntanned skin.
There’s no denying that my uncle is hot. So is my daddy, the both of
them tall and muscular with blue eyes and dirty-blond hair. Mom once told
me girls practically threw themselves at the two of them in high school. If
the guys in my school looked half as good as my daddy and my uncle, I
might fawn all over them, too. But they aren’t. So, I don’t.
Uncle Bax steps into the shower, which happens to be located directly in
front of the window.
I should leave. I definitely shouldn’t stay and watch as he lathers the bar
of soap in his hands, then proceeds to smooth that lather all over his chest
and stomach. His hands glide down his torso, past what I can see through
the window. He must be washing his cock.
My breath catches. I blush. Mom says girls shouldn’t touch their
privates unless they’re washing them. She says it’s dirty. When I asked why
boys are allowed to, she said they can’t help themselves. They’re animals;
it’s in their nature.
Uncle Bax takes his time washing himself. His mouth falls open.
Something long and thick with a rounded head juts into view, protruding
from his pelvis. I gasp as I realize I’m looking at my uncle’s hard cock.
I know how guys get hard. I learned all about it in health class, plus
there was that one time I crawled into my parents’ bed during a lightning
storm. My daddy must’ve mistaken me for my mom because when he
spooned me, I felt his cock grow hard against my backside. My clit tingled
like crazy for hours afterward—exactly like it’s tingling now. I know the
names for all the girl parts, but I've never put my hands down there for
more than a few seconds.
Watching my uncle stroke his cock makes me want to hump something.
It’s the only guilty pleasure I allow myself, and only when I can’t take the
tingles another second. I always feel dirty afterward. Uncle Bax’s hand
moves faster. I can’t stop staring at his soaped-up cock, only half-visible
above the windowsill. He stills his hand to thrust into his fist, almost like
he’s thrusting into something, or someone.
I don’t notice that I’m squeezing my thighs together until I feel the
pressure against my mound. A soft moan escapes my lips as I push against
myself. My clit tingles. My head swims. I feel floaty, like I’m rising up and
out of my body. I feel dirty, yes, but for once, it doesn’t feel so wrong.
Uncle Bax looks out the window, squints into the twilight. Our eyes
lock. Panic grips my stomach as I turn to face the shed, like I've been
innocently fiddling with the lock this entire time, not watching my uncle
stroke his fat cock.
“Bunny,” my daddy calls. “You find the charcoal?” He rounds the
corner of the cabin, his gaze narrowing on the bathroom window. I
accidentally drop the bag, spilling briquettes on the ground. My daddy eyes
me curiously. “Here, bunny, let me get that—”
“I’ve got it.” I gather up the few bits I can find in the dark, then heft the
bag of charcoal into my arms.
My knees wobble as I hurry past my father. I can barely compose
myself enough to make it up the porch stairs. I dump the bag beside the grill
and head inside, not stopping until I’m safely shut up in the guest bedroom
where my daddy and I are staying.
I press my back to the door, my pulse galloping. Someone knocks. I feel
the thumps reverberate into my back.
“Evie?” my daddy says. “Bunny, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I snap, cradling my face in my hands. I can’t believe I
watched my uncle jerk off. What’s worse, I can’t believe watching him
made me want to touch myself. Even now, the memory of it makes my clit
tingle.
I tell myself I’m just trying to get comfortable as I slip off my coat and
boots and peel off my jeans and sweater. Climbing onto the bed in nothing
but a t-shirt and underwear, I fight the urge to slip a pillow between my
thighs. I’m so turned-on it hurts, and it hurts so badly I want to cry.
The door creaks open. I freeze up as two sets of footsteps enter the
room.
“Bunny?” Uncle Bax says.
I can’t bring myself to look at him.
A hand strokes my arm and then eases me onto my back—my daddy’s
hand. He and my uncle gaze down at me with concern in their eyes. They
think I’m upset, and in a way, I am. But it’s only because I don’t know how
to handle the pressure building inside me, the intense neediness between my
legs that won’t let up.
I can hear my mother’s voice in my head: Don’t touch yourself down
there, Evelyn. It’s dirty!
“Bunny,” Daddy says. “It’s okay. You can talk to us.”
Uncle Bax sits at the foot of the bed. He’s wearing the towel he used to
dry himself and nothing else. “I know you saw me, Evie, and it’s okay. I’m
not mad.”
Warmth fills my cheeks. I try and roll onto my stomach so they can’t see
how hot I’m blushing, but my daddy won’t let me. He guides me to a seated
position so he can sit down next to me. I hug my knees.
“It’s natural to be curious,” he says. “Or scared. Whatever you’re
feeling is perfectly fine.”
I can’t help the harsh laugh that rocks my chest. My uncle rests his hand
on my knee. He might as well have rested it on my tit for how it makes my
pulse flutter. My daddy wraps his arm around my shoulder, and I snuggle
into his side. I love these men so much. There's nothing they wouldn't do
for me, and vice versa. I trust them completely.
Maybe I should just be honest.
“I feel...dirty.”
Uncle Bax’s brow crimps. “Dirty?”
I nod.
“You feel dirty because you saw Uncle Baxter in the shower?” my
daddy asks.
I pick at the skin around my thumb nail. “I feel dirty because seeing
Uncle Bax touch himself made me want to do the same thing. And Mom
says it’s wrong for girls to touch themselves.”
My daddy and Uncle Bax share a loaded glance. It’s almost like they’re
having a full-on conversation without the need for words. Must be a twin
thing.
“Show us,” Daddy says.
I tense. “Show you...what?”
My daddy and Uncle Bax each grasp one of my knees and spread my
legs.
“Jesus, you really are excited,” Uncle Bax says, his gaze locked on my
panties.
I bite my lips together, embarrassed. The two best men in my life stare
in wonder at my drenched panties like the simple white cotton is something
extraordinary, a treasure they’ve just unearthed. Uncle Bax looks
imploringly at my daddy.
My daddy nods.
I gasp as Uncle Bax presses two fingers to the crotch of my panties, at
the spot where my opening lies hidden. He pushes on the material, then
hooks his fingers into the elastic and teases the fabric aside. My daddy
swears under his breath.
“What a perfect little pussy,” Uncle Bax says. He licks his lips, and I
immediately feel like my namesake again, like prey about to pounced upon.
Embarrassment and something else—that dirty feeling I get whenever I
hump my pillow—skitters down my spine and makes me want to close my
thighs. But Daddy and Uncle Bax won’t let me. They hold my knees apart,
even as I try to clamp them.
“Don’t be scared, bunny.” My daddy kisses my temple. “You know,
there’s nothing wrong with feeling a little dirty sometimes.”
“There isn’t?”
He shakes his head. “Remember how you used to sneak out and play in
the woods when you were a kid?”
I smile at the memory. “Yeah.”
“And remember how your mom would get annoyed when you came
home covered in dirt and grass stains?”
I nod.
“Well,” he says, “it’s kind of like that. Getting dirty now doesn’t make
you dirty forever. You know you’ll take a bath eventually. But in the
meantime, you get to play in the mud.”
What he’s saying makes sense. I don’t have much time to internalize it
however, once Uncle Bax starts petting my pussy lips. He spreads them
with two fingers. I shiver knowing he’s looking at my most private parts.
“You want to get dirty with us, baby bunny?” Uncle Bax asks.
My heart pounds in my chest. I know I shouldn’t want to, but the tingly
feeling between my legs is so strong, I think I might die if I don’t do
something about it. I nod.
Daddy smiles. “Lift your ass, Evie.”
I do as I’m told. Uncle Bax pulls my panties off. I whimper as he
spreads my legs again, his gaze hungry. His towel slips as he sidles up
beside me, and his cock springs out. He’s hard, and it looks even bigger this
close up. Once again, I can’t take my eyes off it.
“Go on, bunny,” Uncle Bax says. “You can touch it.”
I swallow hard. My hand twitches, but I can’t bring myself to reach
over. I’ve never touched a cock before.
Uncle Bax takes my hand. “Like this.”
He wraps my hand around his shaft. It’s so warm, the skin softer than I
thought it would be, like velvet over hot stone. He shows me how to stroke
him, up and down, just like in the shower. My inner muscles tighten as I try
and imagine what it would feel like to take him inside me.
Daddy smooths his hand along my inner thigh, inching closer and closer
to my pussy with every stroke. I’m about to go crazy with anticipation
when Uncle Bax’s hand slides under my t-shirt. My breasts are small and
high, so I almost never wear a bra, and today is no exception. I whimper as
his hand closes over my right breast.
“Let’s see those tits,” my daddy says.
Uncle Bax gently pinches my nipple and then pulls my shirt up.
Daddy’s warm breath washes over my chest. “You’re fucking gorgeous,
bunny.” He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, also big and fat like my
uncle’s. “Put your other hand on me, bunny.”
I fist both of their cocks as my daddy reaches down to finally pet my
pussy. Uncle Bax can’t get enough of my nipples. Pinching them, thumbing
them, licking his fingers and spreading his saliva all over them. Liquid
pleasure rushes through my veins. My head swims. When my daddy strokes
my clit, I cry out, my hips rising off the bed. He laughs, a deep, throaty
sound that makes my muscles clench.
“Your poor untouched pussy is practically weeping.” Daddy dips his
finger down to my opening, then brings it back up to slicken my clit. I
moan. I had no idea that such a tiny, concentrated spot could make me feel
so good everywhere else.
My hands tighten on their cocks. Uncle Bax kisses my cheek and then
turns my face toward him to claim my mouth. His tongue slips past my lips.
He doesn’t stop teasing my nipples even as my rhythm on his cock goes
erratic.
I can feel something building inside me, something big and intense. My
daddy rubs my clit faster like he knows something I don’t.
Uncle Bax grasps my jaw, breaking our kiss to speak directly into my
open mouth. “You know why I needed to jerk off as soon as we got back?
It’s ’cause I spent all day staring at your tight little ass, wishing I could fuck
it. Well, tonight I’m gonna fuck your ass, bunny. I’m gonna fuck the shit out
of that tight little hole.”
His words are filthy, the images they paint in my mind’s eye even
filthier. No one has ever been inside my pussy, let alone my ass. A shiver of
fear trickles through me, all the way down to the spot where my daddy’s
fingers stroke and stoke me. It’s like he’s turned my inner pilot light into a
brushfire.
A burst of heat and pressure swells between my legs, then expands. The
tingles turn to throbs. The throbs consume me.
“Oh, god,” I whine. “Oh, Daddy. Uncle Bax... Ahh!”
My whole body shudders with the force of what’s happening to me. Is
this my first real orgasm? How have I gone eighteen years without
experiencing this? I suddenly hate my mother with every fiber of my being
for making me feel ashamed of this feeling, ashamed of my body and the
amazing things it can do.
I whimper as Daddy slips a finger into my sopping-wet hole. It slides in
with no resistance.
“Fuck, I need to get in there,” he says, rising from the bed.
Daddy takes his clothes off, and I can’t help the way my eyes drift over
his body. Seeing him and Bax together makes my pussy tighten and my
nipples hard. I have to squeeze them. Both men catch the gesture and smile.
“Stand up, Evie,” Daddy says. “I want to look at you.”
I move off the bed, my hands coming to rest over my pussy, which is
silly because they’ve already seen me, but I can’t help feeling shy. Naked,
they come to stand in front of and behind me. I’m trapped; I couldn’t escape
if I wanted to. Good thing I don’t want to. Uncle Bax lifts my arms as my
daddy pulls my shirt off. I’m pinned in place by their bare chests, their hard
cocks, as they run their hands up and down my body.
“We’re both going to fuck you, Evie,” my daddy says. “At the same
time.”
My eyes go wide. “But...I don’t think I can—”
“You can,” Uncle Bax whispers into my ear. He squeezes my ass. “You
will.”
Daddy spreads out on the bed. Uncle Bax holds my hand as I climb on
top of him. My daddy grips my hips and helps position me over his cock.
“Okay, bunny,” Daddy says. “Slide that virgin pussy down on Daddy’s
cock.”
I cry out as the head breaches my pussy lips. My muscles tense. I
tremble, holding myself above him as I try and get used to the feeling.
“Just breathe through it, bunny,” says Uncle Bax.
I close my eyes and try and slide down further, but it hurts. “I can’t.”
Uncle Bax kneads my shoulders. “Relax little bunny. I’ve got you.”
I barely notice him putting pressure on my shoulders. All I can feel are
his skilled fingers and thumbs soothing away my aches and worries.
My daddy’s cock slides up into me. He groans. “Shit, you’re tight,
bunny.” He licks his thumb and presses the wet pad to my clit. I
instinctively start to hump him. “That’s it, baby girl. Ride Daddy’s cock
until you come.”
I ride him, even as my thighs tremble and my legs cramp. Uncle Bax’s
footsteps recede, but I’m too distracted to ask where he’s going. When he
returns, I hear the metallic sound of a lid being pried open.
“What’s that?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder.
“Bag Balm.” He holds up two fingers covered in thick jelly. “Great for
soothing dry hands and, in a pinch, anal sex.”
My heart kicks in my chest. “Anal...sex?”
He grins. “I told you I was gonna fuck your ass.”
I swallow hard. My daddy’s hands glide up my sides as Uncle Bax
climbs into bed behind me. Both men guide me forward so that I’m resting
on my daddy’s chest with my ass in the air. I gasp as the cool jelly touches
my back hole.
“But how can you both fit inside me at the same time?” I ask, my voice
shaking.
My daddy’s cock throbs. He smooths my hair. “We can if we go slow.”
He kisses me on the mouth as Uncle Bax presses the head of his cock to
my tight hole. As my daddy slides his tongue into my mouth, Uncle Bax
eases his cock inside me. I squirm. He holds my hips steady through the
burn, moving slowly. I moan as the outer ring of muscle closes around his
head. He runs his big, warm hands up and down my back, soothing me as
he attempts to bust me open.
“You’re doing great, bunny,” Daddy says. “Just relax and let us do the
work.”
I hold my body still as my daddy thrusts up into me. My pussy is used
to his cock, and with every out thrust, my uncle eases a little bit further
inside me. I can’t get enough of the sounds they make, the breathy curses
and soft grunts. I love that I’m making them feel good, even as they’re
overloading my circuit boards.
When my uncle’s cock is fully seated inside me, my daddy goes to
town, fucking me harder and making me whimper each time his pelvis
bottoms out. Uncle Bax’s pace is slow and sensual. The combination is
unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I wonder if they can feel each other.
How could they not?
“Oh, shit,” my daddy rasps. “Bunny, I’m coming...Daddy’s coming.”
He pounds into me and then goes taut. I feel a gush of wetness filling
me, so much that it starts to seep down my legs.
My pussy flutters. As soon as my daddy relaxes, Uncle Bax wraps his
arms around me and pulls me up to rest against his chest. He cups my
breasts and fucks my ass—like, really fucks my ass—and to my utter
surprise, it feels good. My daddy watches from below as Uncle Bax toys
with my nipples. I feel like I could come again, if only I could touch
myself.
“Do it,” my daddy says, as though he can read my mind. “Play with
your clit.”
I bite my lips together as that dirty feeling washes over me. Fighting
through eighteen years of conditioning, I touch the tip of my forefinger to
that little pleasure center, and moan. I add a second finger. Within seconds,
I’m strumming my clit like it’s an instrument capable of making beautiful
music inside me.
“Make yourself come, bunny,” says Daddy. “Squeeze my cock.”
I don’t understand how he can still be hard after he’s already come, but
there’s so much about sex that I don’t know. So much left for Daddy and
Uncle Bax to teach me. I draw slippery circles over my clit as my uncle
rams me and my daddy’s cock stuffs me good.
It’s not long at all before I sense that familiar buildup of pressure.
“That’s my dirty girl.” Daddy grips my thighs. “Don’t stop. Show
Daddy how much you love being stuffed by two cocks.”
I do love it. So fucking much. My pussy clenches around my daddy’s
cock as I come. Even the muscles in my ass do their own tense-and-release
dance around my uncle’s cock. He slams into me, intensifying my orgasm
and shooting his own load deep inside my rectum. The roar that pours from
him is like that of a wild animal. He’s a predator, and so is my daddy, and
I’m the sweet little rabbit snared between them.
Happy to be torn apart and devoured.
“Jesus, bunny.” My uncle slips out, pressing his sticky cock between my
ass cheeks. “I’ve missed that so fucking much.”
“What do you mean?” I ask. My daddy shoots him a stern look. There’s
something they’re not telling me. I palm my daddy’s cheek. “What’s he
talking about, Daddy?”
My daddy sighs. “Your mom used to come hunting with us.”
“You mean...” My eyes widen. “The three of you used to do this all the
time?”
“Not all the time,” Uncle Bax says. “Just during hunting season. But she
stopped coming out after you were born.”
“Why?” I can’t imagine ever wanting to give this up. I’m already
looking forward to doing it again.
“She said being with both of us made her feel dirty,” Daddy says.
All of a sudden, it hits me, why my mom was so reluctant to let me go
hunting with Daddy and Uncle Bax. Why she hated it when they started
calling me bunny, why she tried to turn me into a prude. She was afraid of
this, afraid of me following in her footsteps. Afraid of feeding the animal
inside me that wanted to run wild.
My daddy strokes my cheek. “We can make our own family traditions
now.”
I smile. “I’d like that. Though I can’t promise I’ll get any better with a
gun.”
Uncle Bax kisses my shoulder. “You know, your mom was almost as
good a hunter as you when she started.”
I have to laugh. “That’s hilarious.”
“My point is, she got better, and so will you.” He rests a hand on my
belly. “I just hope you won’t decide to leave us, when the time comes.”
He means when I get pregnant, which I almost inevitably will. I lay my
daddy’s hand over my uncle’s, then rest mine on top of theirs.
“Never,” I say. “You guys are my family. I belong here with you.”
Tight Fit
A manda pried the bag of trail mix open and fished around until she found
a piece of chocolate. I snickered, one hand on the steering wheel and the
other patting her knee.
“Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure trail mix is intended to be consumed on the
trail.”
“Daddy, you’re just worried I’m not going to leave you any candy.” She
touched my chin and slipped two mini-marshmallows into my mouth.
Trees flew past as we made our way along the winding road through the
White Mountains toward our favorite hiking spot. We hadn’t been back here
in years, not since Amanda’s mom passed away. Now that my little girl was
gearing up to leave for college, I thought it’d be a nice way for us to spend
some time together before she left.
“You’re sure you want to wear that?” I asked, referring to her pretty
yellow sundress.
“Yes. It puts me in a picnicking mood. Plus, I have shorts on
underneath.” She smoothed her dress and crossed her feet on the dash. At
least she was wearing hiking boots.
The morning had started off cool and overcast, but by eleven it was
nothing but blue skies and golden sun. We passed the paved lot at the
trailhead and turned right onto a dirt road. The last time we hiked here, I
discovered a pull-off with a well-worn path leading straight to the meadow.
I parked close to a gap in the towering evergreens that flanked the road.
We gathered our things, double-tied our boot laces, and started up the trail. I
directed us toward the sound of running water, taking care to point out roots
and slick patches so my baby girl wouldn’t slip. Amanda grasped my hand
as we passed a waterfall, a forty-foot drop into a wide pool that split off into
three different streams. Her mother had loved this spot.
We reached the meadow in just under an hour. I had Amanda pull up her
socks before we stepped out into the tall grass. Besides a pile of boulders
and a few solitary trees, the field was mostly pasture. We picked a spot
beneath a huge black willow, taking a minute to tamp down the turf and
wildflowers before laying the blanket.
Amanda removed her boots and socks while I unpacked the food. She
stretched out on the blanket. I scanned the field and noted a red poppy
dancing in the breeze close by. I fingered the wide, flat petals and then
picked it close to the root. Amanda closed her eyes and folded her hands
over her stomach. I wielded the flower like a wand, touching the petals to
her shoulder. She swatted at it. I touched it to her chin and she brushed it
off. I tickled her nose with it and she opened her eyes.
“Oh.” She laughed. “That’s pretty.”
“You’re pretty, sweetheart.” I skimmed the flower down her arm and
over her fingers. “I’m proud of you, you know.”
“For what?”
“Graduating with honors. Getting into a great school.” I sighed. “But I
am going to miss you when you move out.”
Her expression turned pensive. “I’m going to miss you, too, Daddy.”
We ate lunch. I’d brought enough food to feed an army, including
Amanda’s favorite brownies from a local bakery near our house.
“Well, I’m stuffed.” She reached beneath her dress and unbuttoned her
shorts, then pulled them off and set them by her shoes. She picked another
poppy, which she skimmed over her opposite palm. “Hey, Daddy?”
“Yes, baby girl?”
“You won’t forget me when I’m gone, will you?”
“Of course, not, sweetheart.” I couldn’t believe she’d ask such a thing.
“Even if you get a girlfriend?”
“You’re my daughter, Amanda.” I plucked the poppy from her fingers,
then glided the petals down her arm. “No one could ever take your place.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” I tickled her feet with the petals, making her laugh. Then I
drew the poppy over her calf, stopping at her knee.
“Keep going,” she whispered.
I glided the poppy up toward the hem of her dress, then back down and
up the other leg. When I reached her dress again, she sighed and splayed
her knees. “Higher.”
The sight of her creamy inner thigh made my stomach flip and my dick
twitch. It had been a long time since I’d been with a woman. I prayed my
daughter wouldn’t notice how tight my shorts were getting. Amanda was
gorgeous, no doubt about it. Full lips and dark eyes, and a body most girls
would kill for. But she was my kid. I had no business getting hard over my
own flesh and blood.
I was about to toss the flower and try to calm myself down when she
grasped my wrist.
“Higher, Daddy.” She pulled her dress up, exposing her white panties
that did nothing to conceal her cute little pussy lips.
My cock jumped.
“You sure?” I asked.
She nodded. I dipped the flower between her legs, tickling her inner
thigh all the way up to her panties. She sighed and arched her back.
“More, Daddy. I want to feel it on my skin.”
“Sweetheart...” The lust in my voice caught me off guard. I should not
be doing this with my own daughter. But she was asking for it, in the most
literal sense, and I’d never been very good at denying her.
Hooking my finger into the crotch of her panties, I pulled the fabric
aside. Her pussy lips were smooth, like she’d just had them waxed. My
mouth watered. I swept he flower across her slit, tickling her lips and
making her hips jerk. She sucked her bottom lip.
“Take them off, Daddy.”
Planting her feet on the blanket, she raised her ass so I could slide her
panties off. Then she spread her legs wide, parting her pussy lips and
revealing the soft pink flesh between.
My cock throbbed. “Baby, we shouldn’t. Someone might see.”
“So? Let them.”
Amanda sat up, then swung her leg across my thighs and pushed me
onto my back. I felt the heat of her pussy through my shorts. She began to
rock. My hands grasped her hips as my cock twitched beneath her. She slid
her fingers under my shirt and scraped her nails down my stomach. The
pain seeped into my muscles and sent twinges of pleasure straight to my
groin. I reached for her breasts, fondling her nipples through the fabric of
her sundress.
She looked so goddamn beautiful up there. The tree we were sitting
under could’ve gone up in flames and I’d still be fixated on the weight of
my daughter’s breasts in my hands and her pussy riding my cock. I drew the
straps down over her shoulders, pulling the front of her dress down with
them.
A wide smile stretched across her face. I licked my lips.
“My god, you have incredible tits, baby girl.” I cradled her breasts, the
hard tips tickling my palms. Amanda laughed and ground herself firmly
against me.
I was well on my way to coming in my shorts like a horny teenager.
Amanda leaned down to kiss me. I slid my tongue into her mouth and
fluttered my fingertips across her nipples. She whimpered, trailing kisses
down my jaw and onto my neck. I pinched her nipples. She squealed and bit
down hard on my shoulder, but the pain only ratcheted up my pleasure. I
groaned, lifting my pelvis, and her, off the ground for an instant.
She made a soft, throaty noise, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh.
“I knew you’d like that.”
“Like what?”
“The biting. You’ve always seemed a little bit feral to me.”
“How so?”
“I don’t know. In the way you inhabit your body. Cool and confident.
Like you know your own strength.” She licked my earlobe. “You seem like
the kind of man who enjoys the chase.”
“Guess you know me better than I thought.” I squeezed her tits, and she
humped me a few more times, making my cock throb.
“I bet if I took off right now, you’d have no trouble catching me.”
Amanda rose from the blanket, slipped her feet into her boots and then
planted one on either side of my hips. She unhooked her bra and wriggled
her arms free, then dropped it onto the blanket. She pulled her dress off
overhead and let it fall.
“Give me a thirty second head start,” she said.
She leapt into the tall grass, bounding across the field with more
enthusiasm than grace. I waited exactly twenty-three seconds before I
jumped to my feet and ran after her.
The wind carried her laughter straight to my ears. She moved in curves
and zig-zags as I sprinted in a straight line, my cock pushing at my shorts
with every stride. Amanda glanced over her shoulder and then changed
direction, heading toward the big pile of rocks.
“Safety.” She panted as she heaved herself up onto the first layer of
boulders.
I halted at the base of the heap, barely winded. “Says who?”
“Says me.”
Amanda reached the top and spun to face me, her chest heaving. She
stretched her arms, turning her gorgeous face and body toward the sky. I
swallowed hard, incapable of taking my eyes off her for longer than it took
to blink.
My chest tightened like a fist around my heart. Her skin glowed
wherever the light kissed it, which was everywhere. There was no limit to
the love I felt for this bold, brazen creature I had created.
The wind flounced Amanda’s hair around her neck and shoulders. She
cupped her breast and ran a hand down her belly to rub her pussy.
A low sound rumbled in my throat. Christ, my girl was stunning. My
palms pricked like they were charged with static electricity.
I needed to touch her.
I started climbing.
“Hey, I said ‘safety.’” Amanda shot me a playful scowl and dropped
onto a boulder on the opposite side. I scaled the pile. Amanda squealed as
her feet hit the ground. She ran toward a patch of white and yellow flowers
and then dropped to her knees.
When I caught up to her, she was already on her back with her belly and
inner thighs turned skyward in surrender.
She picked a yellow flower and tucked the stem behind her ear,
squinting against the afternoon sun. “How do I look?”
“You look…” Something small and brown skittered up her forearm as I
rattled off a mental list of appropriate responses: perfect, magnificent, sexy
as hell. “Like you need a tick check, sweetheart.”
Amanda leapt to her feet and started slapping random body parts.
“Not here.” I chuckled. “Come on.”
I took her hand and led her back to the blanket.
“Don’t worry,” I said, setting our bags aside. “Daddy will make sure
you don’t bring home any souvenirs.”
I gave Amanda’s front body a once-over and then turned her to face the
tree. I placed her hands flat on the bark and then ran my fingertips up her
arms, along her neck, and then over her scalp. I parted her hair. I smoothed
my palms down her back, over her perfect ass and legs, all the way to the
tops of her knee socks.
“You’re good,” I said. “No stowaways.”
Amanda dropped her shoulders with a sigh. I knelt behind her and
kissed the back of her knee. She whimpered and my cock twitched at the
sound. I slid my hands up her legs and gently raked my fingers across her
pussy lips; she was already dripping. She swayed, chasing my touch. I
wanted to tease her until her knees quaked, but I was impatient. I had to
taste her. Now.
“Turn around,” I said, and she did.
I cupped her ass with both hands and slid my tongue along the lips of
her pussy from bottom to top. She shuddered and tangled her hands in my
hair. The scent of her filled my head, drowning out any lingering concerns
about being caught having sex with my daughter. I scraped my fingernails
along her outer thighs as I wedged my tongue between her lips.
Amanda tilted her pelvis toward me and spread her feet farther apart. I
kissed and tongued her clit ’til she trembled, then sucked greedily. I gripped
her ass, pressing her tight against my mouth. I learned Amanda’s body,
inside and out, including all of the moves that would inevitably bring her to
the ground.
Her legs crumpled as she came, moaning and bucking her pussy,
humping my mouth.
After, she knelt on the blanket, as my fingers picked up where my
mouth had left off. She kissed me and then raised my hand to her mouth to
taste my fingers.
I couldn’t believe I’d waited so long to do this with her.
“Look.” She gestured to the field.
Two hikers with packs and walking sticks strode along the edge of the
meadow, maybe fifty yards away. Close enough to tell they were women,
but far enough that I couldn’t discern whether or not they’d seen us.
Amanda tugged at my shorts. I glanced down to find her loosening my
belt and unzipping my fly.
“Wait, sweetheart, they might see—” I choked down a groan as she
pulled my cock out in to the open, and then gasped when she wrapped her
lips around the head. I leaned back, hoping the tall grass would be enough
to camouflage us.
Amanda slid her palm along my shaft as she sucked, tonguing the
underside. I gathered her hair in my fist and stroked her sun-warmed
shoulders and back. Those hikers could’ve marched right up and asked us
our names for all I cared. My daughter’s mouth was on me. Nothing else
mattered.
They trekked farther and then disappeared into the woods. Amanda
slapped the tip of my cock against her flattened tongue. I swore, letting my
head fall back as she took me deep, twisting her palm with each pass. I was
getting close.
She let go of my cock and tugged at my shorts.
“I need you inside me, Daddy.”
She didn’t have to ask twice.
I shed my shirt as she yanked my shorts off and then stretched across
me. My cock throbbed, hot against her stomach. I slid my hands down her
back and over her ass. There was no mistaking the love in her amber eyes.
She sat up and moved to take me inside her.
“Wait.” I put my hand on hers. “If someone else comes by, I’d rather
they see me first.”
She nodded and spread out on the blanket, facedown. I took a moment
to worship her ass.
“You’re sure you want me to do this, baby girl?” I asked.
Amanda folded her arms to make a pillow for her head. “Yes, Daddy.”
I dipped my hand between her thighs. She was beyond ready.
My little girl had made me promise I wouldn’t forget her when she was
gone. Here was my chance to give her a pounding she wouldn’t forget.
Kneeling between her legs, I positioned my cock at her lips and then
slid inside her. A growl forced its way out of my throat as her muscles
hugged me. I leaned on my elbows to avoid crushing her while enjoying the
skin-on-skin contact—her back to my chest, her ass to my crotch, my quads
pressed against her inner thighs.
There was no room for me to reach around and stroke her clitoris, but
she humped the blanket with each thrust. I kissed and bit her shoulders as I
drove into her, the head of my cock massaging the front wall of her pussy.
Being inside my daughter was like shutting out the world. It didn’t
matter if what we were doing was illegal or depraved. It felt good to us.
That was all that mattered.
“Don’t stop,” she cried. “Don’t stop, Daddy. I’m so close.”
She uncrossed her arms and lowered her forehead to the blanket. Her
hands groped for mine. She whimpered and bucked against the ground as
she came again, writhing and panting.
I held her in place with just enough of my weight to keep us connected.
The pressure of her pussy walls contracting around me felt incredible. I had
to thrust harder and deeper just to stay inside her. I fucked my daughter
until she came again, ripping the orgasm from her, almost against her will. I
wanted to ruin her for every young prick to follow.
No one could ever love her or fuck her better than her old man. She’d
be back. Come Thanksgiving, she’d be begging me to take her sweet pussy
again.
My cock went hard as a fucking rock. I pulled us both to our knees and
buried my cock inside her, shooting cum into my little girl’s tight, pink
pussy. It dripped from her as I pulled out, pooling on the blanket. She
reached between her legs to feel the wetness with her own fingers.
“There’s so much,” she said. “How long’s it been since you had sex?”
“Too long.” I lay down on the blanket beside her to catch my breath.
“You should’ve told me.” She smiled. “I could’ve been taking care of
you this whole time.”
I kissed her sweet mouth.
We lay there, indecent and exhausted, a lot longer than we probably
should have. As the sun reached its zenith, the heat turned oppressive. We
packed our things and hiked back through the woods to the car.
Amanda fiddled with the radio until she found a song she liked. “No
matter where I am or what I’m doing, whenever I hear this song, I’m going
to remember what we did this afternoon.”
I rested my hand on her knee. “You promise?”
She laced her fingers with mine. “Promise.”
Anything For You
Daddy and I fuck twice the next morning. No cameras this time, no
blackmail. We do it because it’s what we want to do, because it feels good.
Over the next week, I hound him about whether he’s heard from the
blackmailers. He tells me not to worry, that he’ll take care of it. But I’m so
scared of what will happen if that video ever goes public. Daddy tells me
not to borrow trouble.
We still fuck like rabbits, sneaking around behind Mom’s back,
avoiding my brother’s questions about the bruise on my face.
I show up at my dad’s office one day wearing a short, skimpy sundress
and no panties. He’s in a meeting when I get there, so I go into his office to
wait. As I plop down in his big leather chair, trying to decide how I want
him to see me when he first walks in, I hear a buzzing sound coming from
his bottom desk drawer.
Inside the drawer, I find a smartphone that I don’t recognize. I check the
notifications, one unread text within a single conversation.
The first text from Unknown reads: We agreed. 20 Gs apiece.
The response: That was before your jackass partner backhanded her and
grabbed her tits.
Unknown: So take it out of his cut. I stuck to the script.
Reply: You should’ve trained your dog better. 10 Grand. Take it or leave
it.
Unknown: Fine.
My stomach drops. I close out of the conversation and thumb over to
the gallery app. There’s only one video file.
I play it.
“Please, Daddy!” my tear-stained self from three weeks ago begs. “If
this has to be my first time, I’d rather it to be with you, not them.”
There’s an audible sigh, and then my dad says, “Okay, sweetheart. If
that’s what you want to do, then we’ll do it.”
Make You Mine
I used to think being stuck behind a desk was the worst way to spend a
Saturday. Now I know better. There’s no hell quite like retail hell. If the
toddler throwing a tantrum over in the shoe department wasn’t grating
enough, the store’s fluorescent lights are starting to give me a headache.
Frankly, I’d give my left nut for a quiet office and a stack of invoices
right about now.
“How much longer do you think this is going to take?” I ask.
“Just a little while,” Kiki says.
“You said that two hours ago.”
My daughter sighs, her hands rifling systematically through the clothes
on the clearance rack. “If you want to go sit in the food court, feel free. Just
leave me your credit card.”
I snicker. “Fat chance, big spender.”
She shoots me a playful smile that I can’t help returning.
Normally, Kiki goes clothes shopping with her mother, but her mom’s
gone for the week, island hopping with her new stockbroker beau. I
couldn’t care less who my ex is fucking or whatever else they’re up to on
his fancy-ass boat. What I don’t like is the way she’s neglecting our
daughter. Kiki’s eighteen, but she still needs guidance and structure, and to
know she has parents who love her. Which is how I got stuck wandering
around the mall with my arms weighed down by a hundred goddamn
shopping bags.
“I still need to find a bathing suit,” she says, making a beeline for the
swimsuit section at the back of the store. I trail behind, just close enough
not to lose track of her in the crowd of shoppers.
I stand around while Kiki shops, entertaining the thought of buying
myself a pair of swim trunks, but lacking the fortitude. Ten minutes or ten
hours or ten years later, she finds me, her arms full of brightly colored suits.
“I found a few,” she says.
“Great. Can we go now?”
“No, Daddy.” She laughs. “I have to try them on first.”
We make our way to the dressing rooms. The only open stall is one of
the oversized wheelchair-accessible units. I set her bags down on the floor
inside the room and then turn to go.
“Daddy, wait,” Kiki says. “I need you to stay and tell me if these look
good.”
I glance around at the slew of moms and daughters swarming the other
dressing rooms. There’s yelling and whining, and at least two people are
crying. I can’t say I’m particularly keen to wait among them while Kiki
tries on God knows how many suits.
“Can’t you just take selfies?” I ask her.
“I can never get the angle right. Come on, it’ll be faster if you just tell
me yes or no.”
I’ve heard that one before. “Kiki, baby, I’m getting tired.”
“There’s a bench in here,” she says. “You can sit down.”
“You want me in the room with you?”
“Yeah, if it means you’ll stay.”
A blond woman with an armful of dark-colored clothes clears her
throat, glaring at Kiki through thick, cat-eye glasses. “Are you using this
dressing room or not?”
I step between the woman and my daughter so Kiki doesn’t have to look
at her pinched mouth. “She’s using it.”
The woman scoffs. I turn back to Kiki.
“Mom always stays,” she whispers.
I sigh. “Let’s make this quick.”
She locks the dressing room door as I clear off a space on the cluttered
bench to sit. Clearly the last girl to use this stall was shopping for a prom
dress.
I watch Kiki hang up her suits, and though I know I shouldn’t, I can’t
stop myself from checking her out. She’s grown so much over the past year
that I barely recognize her as the little girl I used to carry around on my
shoulders.
I have to admit, it’s been kind of fun watching her try on stuff.
My daughter’s gorgeous, no doubt about it. She’s got a face like a doll,
a firm, round ass and toned thighs, and tits that look like they belong on
someone twice her size. For the most part, she dresses modestly, but I can
see from the suits she’s brought in that she’s aiming for sexy.
She grasps the hem of her shirt, exposing the slightest hint of her
midriff. “Okay, Daddy, don’t peek.”
I close my eyes. I hear cloth shifting, the purr of a zipper, the whoosh of
clothes being dropped on the floor.
After about a minute, she says, “Okay, what do you think?”
My eyes don’t just open. They gape.
“Wow,” I say. She’s got on this pink-and-purple thing that crisscrosses
her tits and ties in the back, with bottoms that tie at the sides. Her cleavage
is incredible. I picture the bow behind her neck coming undone, the straps
falling, her tits spilling out.
My cock wakes up.
Kiki smiles shyly. “You like it?”
I do like it. I like it way too fucking much.
“It’s nice,” I say, trying to sound casual. “Try on another one.”
Kiki reaches behind her and I close my eyes. I take the next few minutes
to get myself under control. For the life of me, I can’t stop wondering what
she looks like naked. Are her tits really that perky? Is she hairy or shaved? I
didn’t see any hair poking out of the swimsuit bottoms, so she must be
trimmed at least.
I’m definitely giving this way too much thought.
“Okay,” Kiki says. “What about this one?”
The next suit is an all-black strapless getup with rhinestones. How the
hell are her tits still up there? My cock twitches as it grows. I’m going to
have to adjust myself pretty soon if I don’t want to be in some serious pain.
Kiki twirls around, giving me a three-sixty view of her incredible body.
The bottoms barely cover her ass.
“That one’s nice, too,” I say.
She studies herself in the mirror. “Do you think it’s boring?”
I fight back a laugh. “Not at all.”
“I’m worried it’s too small.” She bends over, and the only thing that
tears my gaze from her ass is the possibility that she might be popping out
of her top. My jaw drops. Sure enough, they look like they’re millimeters
away from making a jailbreak.
Just a little more...
She stands up. “I think I like the first one better.”
“Whatever’s most comfortable,” I say.
Kiki smiles at me in the mirror. “Thanks for doing this for me, Daddy.”
“Not a problem, baby girl.”
Jesus fucking Christ, I’m hard as a rock. As she sifts through the
remaining suits, I take advantage of the distraction to adjust my cock.
“Which one should I try ne—” Her gaze falls to my bulge. Quickly, I
cross my right leg over my left knee and lean forward.
“Whichever one you want, sweetheart.”
Kiki eyes me curiously, her hazel eyes burning a hole through my
resolve. She looks like she wants to ask me something, but doesn’t know
how. My heart hammers at my sternum as I try to keep my expression
neutral.
“I guess I’ll try on this green one,” she says. She’s about to unhook the
black band when she pauses. “Um, Daddy?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Aren’t you going to close your eyes?”
Fuck, I’m staring at her tits again. If I don’t snap the hell out of it, she’s
going to suspect something’s up. “Sorry, Kiki. Daddy’s tired.”
“I know. I appreciate you taking me shopping. I know it’s not your
favorite thing to do.”
“I’m just happy you’re happy, sweetheart.” I close my eyes and cover
my face with my hands. I hear fabric shifting, then the sound of her
working the new suit off the hanger. It sounds like it’s stuck.
“Do you want some help?” I ask.
“No, thanks,” she says. It occurs to me that she’s probably naked. The
tension in my cock and balls is like an over-tuned guitar string, ready to
snap.
The desire to open my eyes is like a magnetic force; my conscience may
as well be shrapnel. I just want to look. Is that so wrong? It’s not like I’m
going to touch her. What man wouldn’t want to take a gander at what she’s
been hiding under these sexy suits?
I’ll just take a quick peek. She won’t even notice. Then, once my
curiosity’s sated, we can go do some more damage to my credit score, pick
up dinner and go home.
I spread my fingers just a tad, and open my eyes.
It’s a good thing my hands are covering my mouth, because there’s no
stopping the breathy fuuuck that comes pouring out at the sight of her. She’s
even hotter than I imagined. Her tits are amazing, like two perfect melons.
She’s got these puffy little nipples, islands of pink in a porcelain sea, and
they’re staring right at me. I spread my fingers a bit further so I can see
better. Her pussy is smooth, like she’s just shaved this morning, the lips
slightly puffy. She’s got a tattoo of a lollipop with the words Lick it
scrawled in cursive on her mound.
When the hell did she get that?
“Daddy, are you peeking?” Kiki asks quietly.
Shit. I clamp my eyes shut. “No, baby. I’m not peeking.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Nope. Not peeking.”
I feel her fingers wrap around my wrists. She uncovers my face.
“Daddy,” she says. My pulse is galloping like a prize thoroughbred.
“Daddy, open your eyes.”
I crack one eye and then the other. My mouth waters. Her tits are
practically staring me in the face.
“You were looking at me, weren’t you, Daddy?”
My little girl stands over me, naked as the day she was born. Close
enough that I can either suck her tits or kiss her pussy if I tilt my head up or
down. I swallow hard.
“I’m sorry, Kiki,” I whisper, praying no one can hear us. “You’re just so
beautiful. I can’t believe how much you’ve grown.”
Kiki nibbles her bottom lip. “Am I as pretty as Mom was at my age?”
“Prettier,” I say. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Oh, boy, she likes that. I can tell by the way her eyes light up as she lifts
and cup her breasts. She flutters her thumbs over the stiff pink nipples. My
cock feels like it’s about to bust through my zipper. Suddenly, looking isn’t
enough anymore.
I need to touch her.
My hands plant themselves on her ass. She gets this nervous look on her
face, like she’s afraid she’s bitten off more than she can swallow. I slow my
approach, whispering kisses across her stomach, until I hear the faintest
whimper leak from her throat. My mouth finds her breast, kisses a line to
her nipple, then latches on.
“Oh, God,” she whispers.
Her fingers comb through my hair as I reach up to cradle her tits.
Somehow, they’re both soft and firm, pert and heavy, supple and resilient. I
palpate them and the way they jiggle makes my cock throb. I swirl circles
around her nipples with my tongue, graze my teeth along the fleshy
undersides.
My daughter’s tits taste delightful. I could suck on them for hours. But
the sound of women talking in the neighboring dressing room reminds me
we’re not alone. I run my hands over her hips and belly. Her round ass and
toned thighs. Gently, I glide my fingertips along her smooth pussy lips.
“Fuck, Daddy.” Her voice is breathy.
I trace the tattoo on her mound. “Do you want Daddy to lick your
pussy?”
“Please,” she says.
I’ve never been so happy to indulge her. I slide between her lips and
find her sopping. I swear to God, my cock is going to snap in half if I don’t
free it soon. “Put your foot on the bench and grab my shoulders.”
She rests one foot on the bench, spreading herself for me. Jesus, even
her pussy is gorgeous, pink and glistening, her little clit hard and swollen. I
lick her lips first, then slip my tongue down to her opening. She clutches at
my shirt as her legs tremble. I kiss her clit and she gasps.
“Remember we have to be quiet,” I whisper.
Kiki nods.
I flutter my tongue over her clit and then go to town. She grinds her
pussy against me as I lick her, and I use her enthusiasm to inform my
technique. She likes it when I push my tongue inside her and press my nose
to her clit. She likes it even better when I press on her asshole as I suck her.
Kiki starts to whine. Her hands fist around my shirt. Her clit pulses and
I know she’s about to come, but fuck if I don’t want to be inside her when it
happens.
I pull back, and her small, plaintive cry makes me laugh. I stand,
wrapping my arms around her as I kiss her mouth and walk her back
towards the mirror. She rocks her hips, rubbing herself against my cock. I
turn her to face the mirror and plant her palms on the glass so I can watch
her tits bounce as I fuck her.
“Daddy, wait—”
“Shh,” I whisper. “If anyone hears us, they might look under the door.”
“But I’m not...” Her voice trails off as I loosen my belt and unzip. I take
out my cock. It feels so damn good not to have it cooped up in my pants. I
glide the head up and down her ass crack, then between her legs. Kiki
arches her back so the head of my cock can graze her clit.
“Not a sound, sweetheart,” I whisper as I poise the head at her slit.
She bites her lip and nods.
I watch my daughter’s face in the dressing-room mirror as I slide my
cock inside her.
Her red lips form a perfect O. She closes her eyes. I reach around to
stroke her clit as I pound her. She’s so wet, so tight. Her tits bounce as she
pushes back to meet my thrusts. I grab one, squeezing and teasing her
nipple as my fingers circle her clit.
I study our reflections, father and daughter fucking like animals in a
department store dressing room. I’m willing to bet this doesn’t happen
every Saturday. I can feel Kiki’s muscles contracting around my cock. She’s
coming. Good fucking God, my baby girl is coming on her daddy’s cock.
She really does try her best to stay quiet, but she can’t help the tiny little
grunts that eke out. I know I should stop, or at least put my hand over her
mouth, but my cock is harder than it’s ever been. I’m so close to coming. I
can feel my balls pulling up and my shaft going taut—and fuck if I don’t
love the sounds she makes as she rides my cock.
“Shit,” I rasp. “I’m coming. Baby, I’m coming.”
“No, Daddy,” she whispers. “I’m not on the pill.”
But it’s too late. I can already feel the cum moving up my shaft as she
wriggles to slide off. Instead of letting her go, I pin her to the mirror and
bottom out inside her. This is happening; there’s no stopping it, and though
I know I should be sorry, I’m not.
I bite back a groan as I blow my load in my daughter’s pussy, my cock
pulsing, painting her tight walls. I kiss the back of her neck as I thrust four
more times until I’m spent, until her muscles start to relax my cock slips out
of her.
Kiki drops to her knees in front of the mirror. I drop with her, smoothing
a hand up and down her back as my legs crumple. I pet her hair as my cum
drips down from her pussy lips onto the carpet. She turns to face me, her
breasts rising and falling with her deep breaths.
Somehow, my baby girl’s even more gorgeous after a hard fucking.
“Wow,” she says. “That was way better than any shopping trip I’ve ever
taken with Mom.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Are you saying you only want me to take you
clothes shopping from now on?”
“Maybe.” She pets my cock, sticky with cum and her own juices.
“Assuming today wasn’t too boring for you.”
I kiss her open mouth and leave her panting. “Sweetheart, I’d be happy
to.”
Playing House
“I won ’ t do it ,
Daddy. You can’t make me.”
A sigh racked my father’s chest as he reached across the bedspread to
squeeze my knee. “I’m afraid you have no choice, Taryn.”
“Like hell I don’t.” I pushed up from the bed to stand in the center of
my room. “This is my home. I’m not leaving. Not now, not ever.”
My father smoothed a hand down his auburn beard, his gaze sober. I
could tell he didn’t want to be having this conversation any more than I did.
“The treaty between packs was signed long before you came into this
world. You were born into a pure bloodline, and that bloodline must be
protected.”
“So what, now that I’m nineteen you’re just going to ship me off to the
next pack? Nice to know you, pup, now go be a breeder?”
“It’s not that simple, Taryn.”
No, it wasn’t. But that didn’t make it fair.
It had been a dry breeding season. All but one of the females—of which
there were only three—had miscarried, and the only living offspring was
another male. If we couldn’t birth more pups, my brothers would eventually
be forced to find human mates, thus thinning our bloodline.
The fate of the pack was literally between my legs.
As the only female born to the reigning Pack Master, I was forbidden to
mate with anyone besides another Pack Master, at least until after my first
litter was born. The only way to ensure our numbers was with an exchange:
me for another female from the neighboring pack across the river. She
would mate with my father and my brothers, and I would do the same with
hers. That was how it was done, how it’s always been done.
I was a glorified puppy mill.
My father rose to cradle my face in his big, warm hands. “I don’t want
this any more than you do, Taryn. You’re my daughter. I love you. I don’t
want to lose you. But as Pack Master I have a responsibility to our
bloodline.”
“And what about your responsibility to your own blood?”
He shook his head. “If there were any other way, I would bend Heaven
and Earth to make it so. But what else can I do?”
The pain in his eyes mirrored the sorrow I felt in my heart. I turned
from him, not wanting him to see my tears. In truth, there wasn’t much he
could do, besides forego the treaty. An act that would send the territories
into chaos.
I breathed deeply to steady my voice. “When will the exchange take
place?”
“Tomorrow night.”
I whirled around to gape at him. “Why so soon?”
His gaze darkened as his hands curled at his sides. “You’re in heat,
Taryn. I can smell it on you. We all can. The longer you stay, the more in
danger you are of...”
He trailed off. I stared at the floor, trying to hide the flush creeping into
my cheeks. Yes, I was in heat. It didn’t matter how many times I got myself
off, my body wanted to mate—needed to mate. It was a physical ache inside
me.
“In danger of what?” I asked.
He couldn’t meet my eyes. “Of causing a frenzy.”
Frenzy. The word sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. It was a
phenomenon we spoke of only in hushed whispers, the uncontrollable urge
to mount and be mounted. There was no fighting it once it caught hold, and
it did not discriminate among packs or blood relations, or even species.
Heaven help the innocent girlchild who found herself alone in the forest
with a pack of frenzied wolves on her tail.
The though hit me suddenly. What if I did cause a frenzy? If one of my
brothers were to impregnate me, my father would be forced to call off the
exchange. The bloodline would remain pure.
I could stay.
“Fine,” I lied. “I’ll go.”
My father folded his arms around me from behind. I leaned back against
his broad, solid chest and breathed him in, rain and cedar, smells I’d known
my whole life. I would do whatever it took stay here, even if it meant taking
one of my brothers as a mate.
“I’m so sorry, Taryn.” He kissed my temple. “Try and get some sleep
tonight.”
I waited until I heard his bootsteps on the stairs, then quietly shut my
bedroom door.
There was no time to waste.
I ransacked my closet for the thinnest, shortest dress I could find.
Something that would leave very little to the imagination. I settled on a
gauzy white nightgown that draped loosely and ended just below my ass.
No underwear. Where I was going, I wouldn’t be needing them.
Ears peeled, I opened my window, slipped out onto the garage roof and
down the side of the house. I didn’t bother with shoes; my oldest brother
Declan’s place was only a quick sprint across the field. As I suspected,
Shane and Lucas were still up playing video games on Declan’s seventy-
inch television. My other brothers, James and Brian, lived in the main house
with me, but I wasn’t sure where they’d gone or when they’d be returning.
I stood on the porch, watching Shane, my twin, and Lucas through the
window, not sure how to proceed. Would it be better to try and seduce one
of them, or should I simply offer myself to whoever’s there and let the
frenzy take over?
Before I could decide, Declan opened the door.
“Hey,” he said, his gaze leaden. Ten years older than me, he was my
father’s second in command. He’d no doubt known about my fate for
weeks.
“Hi.” I shifted from foot to foot. “I couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d come see
what you guys were up to.”
Declan stepped aside so I could enter. He seemed to be holding his
breath as I slipped past him into the kitchen. Sounds of simulated gunfire
and rang out from the living room. Trying my best to appear casual, I
clasped my hands and said, “So, I’m guessing you heard the news.”
“I did.” He stuffed both hands in his jeans, his amber eyes searching my
face. “How are you coping?”
I shrugged. “Oh, you know. About as well as can be expected, seeing as
how I’m about to leave the only home I’ve ever known.”
He nodded, clearly resigned to what he considered an inevitable loss.
Trying to induce a frenzy in Declan was more likely to lead to a lecture on
personal responsibility than rabid fucking. I’d have to hope one of the
others would be more amenable.
I headed toward the sounds of combat, plopping myself down on the
couch between Shane and Lucas, both of whom were fully engrossed in
their game.
“Hey, guys,” I said.
Shane grunted. Lucas mumbled a quiet hello, his elbow jabbing my arm
as he frantically tapped the controller. Glancing back to make sure Declan
was still in the kitchen, I let my thighs splay ever so slightly on the couch.
Lucas sniffed the air first, followed by Shane.
I pretended to be engrossed in the game. Lucas adjusted the front of his
pajama pants that were starting to look a little small for what he had going
on in there.
My plan was working.
Pulling one leg to my chest, I let my dress ride up, exposing even more
of my pussy to the air. A deep rumble sounded in Shane’s throat. I leaned
my head on my twin’s shoulder. Lucas glanced down at my legs and licked
his lips. They were both looking pretty tight in the crotch area.
But it was Declan who acted first.
Apparently, all that pent-up tension had been waiting for a reason to
explode. He was on me in a flash. I yelped as he forced my knees apart and
buried his face between my legs.
“Fuck, man.” Shane’s eyes glowed yellow. He tried to shove Declan out
of the way, only to be met with a snarl.
Declan’s tongue was relentless. I stared down at him, my jaw slack and
my body trembling, my clit pulsing beneath the attention of his skilled
mouth. No one had ever touched me there before, let alone eaten me out. I
couldn’t believe how amazing it felt.
Lucas knew he wasn’t getting anywhere near my pussy while Declan
was busy devouring it. He settled for tearing the front of my dress open and
latching onto my nipple. Shane joined him, the two of them devouring my
breasts with warm, wet tongues, their cocks straining in their pants. I
reached down to massage their cocks through the fabric, one in each hand,
my own head thrown back as I rode wave after wave of pleasure—
The door crashed open, and in strode my father, his amber eyes blazing.
With a vicious roar, he tore my brothers off me, growling at Shane and
Lucas as they scrambled to take Declan’s place between my legs.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” my father barked. I shrank
back against the couch. He shoved Declan up against a wall, his teeth bared.
“You know how important tomorrow is. And she’s your sister, for Christ’s
sake.”
“She smells so good,” Declan said. He blinked rapidly, his eyes losing
some of their desperation. “I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t stop...myself.
I’m sorry, Dad.”
Lucas took advantage of my father’s distracted state, inching toward me
on the couch. Shane pulled at my dress, trying to get at what was between
my thighs. My father lunged for him, pushing him to the floor, only to have
to release him to drag Lucas off me. My brothers snapped at my father, then
at each other, fangs bared and growing longer.
They looked ready to tear each other apart.
“Taryn,” my father shouted, “get out.”
“Daddy, I—”
“GET OUT! Run as far as you can. GO!”
I scrambled off the couch and out of the house, away from the awful
sound of shouts and snarls. Abandoning my dress, I let my pounding heart
and the wolf blood in my veins take over, dropping to all fours, my limbs
strengthening, my spine elongating. Pores sprouting fur.
The night burst into focus around me, as my sensitivity to smells
increased and my hearing sharpened. My claws scraped the earth. I pushed
on through the trees, past the rock where my brothers and I used to
sunbathe, past the sycamore where I fell three summers ago and sprained
my wrist. I knew every inch of these woods, every rock and stream, every
tree. To leave this place would be like forsaking a part of myself. It would
rend me in two.
It would kill me.
Exhausted, I came to a halt in the small wildflower meadow where my
brothers and I once nursed from our mother as young pups. This was her
favorite spot to hunt deer and rabbit. Panting, I threw myself down onto the
wet grass. Gazing up at the night sky, I made the shift back to human.
Running on two legs pales in comparison to running on all fours, but there’s
nothing quite like feeling the night on your bare skin.
I smelled my father before I saw him, bounding light as air into the
clearing, his coat thick and shiny beneath the moon. Resolved, I stood to
meet him. He began to shift, rising on two legs as he approached from the
edge of the field.
My skin prickled. I trembled from fear rather than cold. My father’s
temper had a famously long fuse—just one reason why he made such an
effective Pack Master. But pushed too far, he was like a boulder careening
downhill. Nothing could stop him.
“That was your plan?” he growled, his voice deep and guttural. “Get
one of your brothers to knock you up so you wouldn’t have to go?” He
stood before me, naked and impossibly tall.
I scrubbed the goose bumps from my arms. “Well, it would’ve worked
—”
His hand shot out, long fingers wrapping around my throat.
“You lied to me, Taryn. You plotted behind my back to undermine my
authority.”
“What choice did you leave me?” I choked out. “You want to trade me
like a fucking resource, tear me away from everyone I know—”
“As my daughter, that is your duty.”
I wrenched free of his hold, knowing that the only reason I could was
because he’d let me. “Fuck duty. Fuck the treaty and fuck you!”
He raised his hand as if to slap me. I flinched, ready for the blow. His
eyes dipped to my bare breasts. He lowered his hand. “You would have
your brothers’ pups?”
“I would,” I said. “If that’s what it took.”
My father bared his fangs in a smile that made my stomach flutter.
“Would you have mine?”
My heart leapt into my throat.
“You want to stay with the pack, she-wolf, you have to serve the pack.”
He took a step toward me, one for every step I took backward. “That means
serving your Pack Master.”
The hunger in in his gaze was like a force unto itself. His eyes burned
like embers. My pussy tightened—an ache that refused to be ignored. My
inner thighs were slick with my juices; I could practically smell my own
pheromones.
My father’s cock pressed against my stomach. He was a big man and an
even bigger wolf. The thing jutting out from the pelt between his legs was
massive. I whimpered as my inner muscles throbbed. My body didn’t care
that he was my father. He was a beast with a hard cock, and I was a she-
wolf in heat.
I dropped down onto all fours.
My father growled approvingly. I closed my eyes and waited to feel his
hands on my hips.
What I felt instead was a long, hot tongue.
He’d shifted back to his wolf form.
“No, wait!” I cried, panicked. “Let me shift back, too.”
I tried to turn over, tried to crawl away. He wouldn’t let me. With his
teeth on the back of my neck and his paws flanking my waist, he slid his
long, pointed wolf cock into my very human pussy.
My virgin muscles strained to adjust to the sheer size of him.
“Please, Daddy, no. Not like this!”
His thrusts were more like jabs, his cock pummeling me over and over. I
squeezed my eyes shut against the mortification of him taking me this way,
like the bitch that I was. As my muscles adjusted, my pussy stopped hurting
and started craving more. The feel of him inside me, claiming me, rutting
like some single-minded beast, wasn’t something I ever could’ve prepared
for.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Oh, Daddy, that’s so good.”
He fucked me hard and fast, like he was making up for all the years
he’d gone without a mate, without even a human woman to pleasure him.
Suddenly, there was a gush of fluid pouring into me, so much that my pussy
couldn’t contain it. A firmness began to build around the base of his cock, a
swollen knot that stretched my walls and stopped his cum from seeping out.
I knew what knotting was; I’d heard the other females whispering about
it. But knowing and feeling the bulb grow inside me were two different
things.
My father dropped onto his front paws, forcing me to lie flat on the
ground with him locked inside me. The pressure around my opening was
almost unbearable. I couldn’t move without feeling like I was going to tear
my pussy apart, so I didn’t. He panted and whined, sniffing at the back of
my neck where his teeth had held me. I wondered if he’d drawn blood,
though I was too dazed to care.
Eventually, the knot shrank and my father was able to slide out. He
nudged me with his nose and then rolled me onto my back so he could lick
my face.
I stroked the soft fur around his neck as he bathed my throat and chest. I
whimpered as his tongue lathed across my nipples. When he saw how much
I liked it, he did it again, each lap igniting a corresponding spark behind my
clit. I raised my hips, urging my father to move lower.
The moment his tongue dipped between my legs, I howled.
He concentrated his attentions on my clit, occasionally slipping his
tongue down to taste my opening. The strength and softness of his tongue
was a million times better than my fingers, and a lot more dexterous.
I closed my eyes, surrendering to the forbidden pleasure. After a few
minutes, I felt him start to change beneath my hands, his fur retracting, his
snout and tongue shortening. My father's human mouth proved just as
skilled as his wolf's muzzle. I dug my nails into the flesh of his shoulders as
he sucked my clit between his lips.
“Oh, oh God... Shit.” The pleasure crested and then poured over me, my
pussy grasping for something, anything to fill it up. My father held my hips
in place as he drew out my orgasm, flicking his tongue and forcing my body
to yield to his will. It was like a storm rolling through me, violent and wet.
My father leaned back on his haunches to look at me, wiping my juices
from his beard. With trembling fingers, I traced the muscles in his powerful
chest. He was a fortress built for fighting and fucking. And if the hard cock
between his legs was any indication, he wasn't finished fucking me yet.
The frenzied look had left his eyes, though his lust was still very much
front and center. He cradled my breast in his hand.
“Do you regret your choice yet, little she-wolf?”
I chewed my bottom lip. After my initial shock at being mounted by his
wolf form, it would make sense for him to assume I regretted offering
myself to him. But I didn't. In fact, I was surer now than I was when I
spread my legs for my brothers. This forest was my home. These wolves
were my pack. And this man, my father, was and always would be my Pack
Master.
I reached for his cock.
A deep rumble filled my ears as I guided his cock to my pussy. He
positioned himself over me, his strong arms forming a cage around my
body, a cage I had no interest in escaping. He bowed his head to kiss me as
he thrust his cock into my opening. Unlike his wolf cock, his human cock
was thicker at the head than at the base. I still needed a moment to get used
to him. But a moment was all he gave me. As the frenzy took over, my
father lost his composure. His teeth scraped my neck and shoulders as his
cock rammed me.
All I could do was wrap my limbs around him and hold on for dear life.
His eyes glowed in the dark. His breathing grew louder. He was
changing again, this time while he was still inside me. His hands became
paws, his skin a thick fur coat. I buried my face in his neck fur.
My father howled. His cock throbbed, unloading spurt after spurt of hot
cum into my pussy. It seemed like there would be no end to the stream. The
base ballooned, forming a knot. I cried out, convinced it was going to
damage me. Yet, still, I rocked my hips, the swollen bulb stimulating
pleasure spots I didn’t even know existed. I held my breath until the
pressure in my chest and between my legs became too much and I had to
shout.
“Fuck, Daddy, I’m coming! Shit, it’s so good, I can’t believe how good
it is... Fuck!”
He collapsed on top of me, panting, his scent filling my nostrils.
Some time later, he tried to pull out, only to find we were still knotted.
He whined softly, almost apologetically.
I scratched behind his ears. “It's okay, Daddy. I don’t mind.”
He licked my face as I stroked his flank. Slowly, the knot inside me
contracted and he was able to pull out. His cum ran down between my ass
cheeks, wetting the grass.
My father rose to his paws, and I rose with him. We eyed one another
cautiously, somehow shy even after everything we'd done. I held my hand
out to him as a peace offering. He licked it, then pressed his forehead to my
belly. I stroked his neck.
A howl pierced the quiet from somewhere in the distance. It sounded
like Declan. My brothers were probably wondering where we'd run off to.
“Let’s go home, Daddy.”
He crouched so I could swing my leg across his back. Holding tight to
his fur, I watched the familiar scenery fly past as we bounded off into the
night. Back to my home, back to my brothers.
Back to my pack.
Take it Off
I’ m in the driveway , changing the oil in my car, when a UPS truck pulls
up in front of my house. The brown-clad driver hauls a long, heavy-looking
box out from the back. Wiping the grease from my hands, I meet him
halfway up the drive.
“Afternoon,” he says.
“What’s this?” I point to the box. “I didn’t order anything.”
He sets the box down on the blacktop with a metallic clang and checks
the label. “Is your name B. Flynn?”
The front door squeals open and bangs shut.
“It’s here!” My daughter, Brittany, leaps off the front steps and down the
driveway, beaming like sunshine brought to life. “I ordered it! It’s for me!
Thank you so much.”
She grabs one end of the box and starts dragging it up the walkway. The
damn thing is almost as tall as she is. The driver’s gaze follows her ass in
her little white shorts a few seconds too long.
I clear my throat. “You got anything else in that truck?”
“Uh...” He blinks. “No. That’s all of it.”
“Then quit gawkin’ at my daughter’s ass and get the hell off my
property.”
The punk scampers off. I shut the hood of my car and wash my hands in
the workshop sink, then go inside to see what was so damn heavy and
awesome that Brittany had to drag it inside immediately.
She’s got the box halfway through the kitchen when I catch up to her.
“What’s this?”
“My new workout equipment.” She drags the box a few feet across the
floor, then stops, panting. “It's a pole.”
“What kind of pole?”
“A dancing pole.” Another lift and drag, followed by a drop.
I squint. “You mean a stripper’s pole?”
“That's one name for it. I've been taking pole-dancing classes between
work and school.”
“You planning to drop out of college and take up stripping?” The
thought of a bunch of horny assholes leering at my little girl makes my
blood boil, not that she wouldn’t be great at it. She's got her mom's great
legs and my green eyes. With her dark-red hair, a stellar rack and an ass that
won't quit, she's a knockout.
But that doesn’t mean I want her shaking the goods for just anyone.
“No,” she says. “I've been doing rigorous strength training.” She tries to
lift the box onto the kitchen island in one go. It’s too heavy. She tows it
upright and leans it against the counter instead.
“And how have you been paying for these rigorous workout sessions?”
“I have a job, Daddy.”
“You have a part-time job. How much are these classes costing you?
Twenty? Thirty bucks a pop?”
“More like fifty.”
“Jesus Christ, Brittany, that's way too much.”
“Which is precisely why I invested in my own pole.” She pats the box,
clearly satisfied with herself.
I pinch the spot between my eyes. “Where is this pole going to go?”
“In the basement.”
My jaw clenches. Technically, the finished basement is there for both of
us to use, but over the past few months it's become my unofficial man cave.
It’s where I go to drink beer and relax when she has her girlfriends over.
The eighty-inch TV also happens to be perfect for watching porn in 4K.
“Please, Daddy? There’s so much room down there. I promise you
won’t even notice it.”
I highly doubt that. Brittany has a way of taking over any space she
occupies. I haven’t seen the kitchen table since before she decided to take
up yogurt-making. But the pleading in her eyes and her gorgeous smile win
me over. I sigh.
“Do you need help setting it up?”
She pushes the box toward the stairs. “No, thanks. I will need to borrow
your drill, though.”
I've raised my daughter to be as capable and self-sufficient as an
eighteen-year-old can possibly be. But there are some jobs only a father can
do—particularly those that require drilling holes in my ceiling.
I shoo Brittany out of the way and heft the box over my shoulder. “Go
grab my toolbox from the garage.”
Her smile is its own reward. “Thanks, Daddy.”
Setting up the pole takes a lot less time than I expected, but requires
drilling a few more holes than Brittany led me to believe.
“Why didn't you want to set this up at your mom's place?” I ask.
“Doesn’t she have a home gym?”
“Dave said I couldn't put holes in the ceiling,” she says. Dave being my
ex-wife’s new husband. “Besides, I don't want my stepdad gawking at me
while I work out.” She bumps me with her hip. “Only my real dad can do
that.”
I chuckle, but the glint in her eye gives me pause. There’s intention
behind it. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was flirting with me. My
cock notices, too. I push the thought away, turning my attention to the pole.
“I think it’s stable,” I say. “Why don’t you try it out?”
Brittany grasps the pole, wrapping her right leg around it, then launches
herself into an impressive spin. She’s definitely been practicing.
“It’s perfect!” she squeals, grasping the bar with both hands and
spreading her toned legs in a wide vee. Her strength is a thing of beauty.
Brittany drops to her feet and pulls her phone from her pocket. A
moment later, there’s sensual, throbbing electronica playing from the
Bluetooth speakers.
“You’re going to dance now?”
“Sure, why not?” She motions for me to give her some room as she slips
off her shoes and then circles the pole. The bass picks up, though not too
fast. Brittany does another twirl, then holds on with her legs as she climbs
halfway up the pole.
I can’t take my eyes off her.
Instead of dropping to her feet, she spins all the way down to the floor,
then rolls to rest on her shoulder as her legs come up and spread.
“Goddamn,” I whisper, marveling at her flexibility.
Brittany spins, then uses the pole to pull herself to a standing position,
lips curved into a wide grin. Her movements are fluid, each one melding
seamlessly into the next. I can’t help staring at her hips as they pop and
sway to the music. My cock jumps in my cargo pants, and I pray she
doesn’t notice how tight they’re getting at the front.
“What do you think?” she asks as the song fades.
I let out a long, slow whistle. “Color me impressed.”
She claps excitedly. “Turn down the lights and grab a seat. I want to
show you what else I can do.”
I move quickly, dimming the lights in the rest of the basement so the
focus remains on her. Part of me knows damn well I should go back upstairs
and leave Brittany to have her fun, but that part of me is a hell of a lot
smaller than the part that wants to stay and watch my baby girl’s tight little
body do God knows what on the pole. I turn one of the armchairs to face
her and settle in, my hands clasped innocently in my lap to hide my chubby.
She swipes at her phone and a new song starts.
Brittany turns to face the pole, jutting her ass toward me and rocking it
to the beat. Without warning, she hooks her fingers into the belt loops on
her shorts and pulls. Down, down, down her legs they go, but my gaze is
locked on the lacy red thong and the tiny strip of fabric separating my little
girl’s pussy from her old man’s lust-filled gaze.
My cock goes hard as granite.
The beat picks up. She kicks her shorts aside and grasps the pole,
twirling and spinning, holding on with nothing but the muscles in her
gorgeous thighs. She flips upside down, and for a split second my Dad
instincts kick in and I want to warn her not to break her damn neck. But that
instinct dissolves as Brittany glides down to settle her hands on the floor
and performs a full-on split.
One of her shaved pussy lips slips out of her thong and I catch myself
groaning. Thankfully, the music is loud enough that I don’t think she hears
me. I’m not sure how much more of this I can watch before I have to touch
my cock, but standing up isn’t an option. Not with my cock at full salute.
Brittany makes her way to the floor where she lies facedown, then
pushes up onto her knees. Her green eyes catch mine and I pray she can’t
see the desire I feel while watching her. Slowly, she hooks the hem of her t-
shirt around her thumbs and pulls it up and overhead, revealing a matching
red bra.
My baby girl’s tits are big and luscious, and I can just make out the dark
rings of her nipples through the lace. I wonder what they taste like, and I
feel an ache of disappointment at the fact that I’ll most likely never find out.
She reaches for the bar behind her, then rises onto her feet, knees bent. Her
hips roll as she humps the air, that smooth, bare lip tempting me.
She catches my gaze. My palms sweat. My dick pulses in time with the
music and my daughter’s movements. I’m going to have to either get up and
go jack off, or reach into my pocket and hope she doesn’t notice. Though
part of me wishes she would. She has to know what she’s doing. You can’t
do a striptease for a straight, hot-blooded man and not expect him to get
hard.
Brittany grabs the pole and spins, holding on with her arms as she
stretches her legs out behind her. Using her own momentum, she flips
upside down so that she’s parallel with the bar, then grabs on with those
incredible thighs. Hands free, she waves them in time with the music, then
reaches behind her.
The red bra pops off her tits and onto the floor.
My cock jumps. I salivate. Brittany winks, then grasps the pole between
her legs, rights herself and does a few more spins.
She did it on purpose. My baby wants to show me her tits.
I lean back in the chair and spread my knees, letting her see my bulge.
Brittany bites her lip as she lands on her feet, then leans against the pole as
she squeezes those lush, perfect tits. She pinches her bubblegum-pink
nipples. My hand moves with a mind of its own to rub my cock, drawing
her attention.
She licks her lips, turns around and bends over, then slides the thong
down her legs. She spreads her ass cheeks, revealing a tight little hole and a
slick, pink pussy.
I can’t fucking take it.
I reach for my belt. Down goes my zipper and out comes my cock, thick
and hard as a tree trunk.
The music fades and a new song starts, this one a little bit faster.
Brittany does a few more spins on the pole, spreading her legs and showing
off her not-so-private parts as I stroke myself up and down, while playing
with my balls. She slides to the floor with the pole between her thighs, then
slowly makes her way toward me on all fours.
My little girl kneels at my feet. She glides both hands up my thighs,
resting her tits in my lap. I pet her hair and then her face. She catches my
finger in her mouth. I suck air between my teeth as she licks and sucks my
fingers, then groan as she grasps my cock. I pull my hand away, giving her
mouth the freedom to do whatever the hell she pleases.
I gasp as she strokes me, her small hand barely fitting around my shaft
as she bends to place a kiss on the head. I assume she’s going to suck me
off, but she wraps her tits around my dick instead, pushing them together.
“Oh, fuck, sweetheart.” I reach down and thumb her gorgeous nipples.
“That’s so fucking hot.”
She moans softly as I tease her nipples, eyes drifting closed. Steadily,
she moves her tits up and down along my cock, tucking her chin to tongue
the head each time it pokes out the top.
The softness of my baby girl’s tits and the heat from her mouth has my
balls tightening and my cock throbbing like crazy. I’m going to come soon,
all over her perfect tits.
I thrust up, matching her down thrusts so that I’m fucking her as she’s
pleasuring me.
My hand fists in her hair as the pressure builds and the heat moves
through me. I come, the first spurt hitting her chin and mouth, the rest
splattering her chest and dripping down her breasts, coating her.
Brittany licks her lips and smiles. “Daddy, you taste good.”
As soon as she says it, I know I need to taste her, too. “Come here,
sweetheart.”
I take off my shirt and use it to clean up her tits before pulling her into
my lap. I lean forward to lick her nipples, then reach between her legs and
find her sopping. She moans as I slide three fingers inside her, pressing the
heel of my hand to her clit.
“You made Daddy feel so good, sweetheart. Now it’s your turn.”
I fuck into her with my fingers, making sure to rub her clit at the same
time. She’s so horny and so wet that I’m able to add a fourth finger with
zero effort. I kiss her mouth and play with her tits. I make her come—twice
—her pussy flexing around my fingers as she moans.
As soon as my cock is hard again, I withdraw my hand and urge her to
stand.
“Grab the pole, Brittany. Spread your legs.”
“Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?” she asks, sounding nervous, but
hopeful.
“That’s right, sweetheart.” I place my hand on her back. “Bend over.”
She does as she’s told. I jerk my cock a couple of times and then slip the
head inside her. She’s so fucking wet. Grasping her hips, I slide inside,
meeting no resistance, and begin to thrust.
“Oh, God, Daddy!” Brittany moans and whimpers as I plow into her.
She’s obviously done this before, which is fine by me because it means I
can be as rough as I want and she’ll enjoy it.
I can hear the slapping of her ass against my pelvis over the music as I
ram her. Soon after, I feel her fingertips between her legs as she reaches
down to touch herself. The clenching of her pussy muscles is what gets me,
and how tightly she grips me as she’s about to come. I can’t hold back.
I come inside her.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy,” she pants. “Give it to me!”
My little girl pushes back, taking me deep as I thrust into her as hard as
I can. I thought I came buckets on her tits earlier, but that’s nothing
compared to the load I shoot inside her. Pulse after pulse, spurt after spurt.
It’s like I was saving up for this moment.
“There’s so much,” she says. “It’s running down my legs.”
I pull out, letting my cum form a puddle on the floor between her feet as
I drop back into the chair.
Brittany stands up straight and stretches, her back muscles flexing.
Gorgeous. When she turns to face me, she’s smiling, her cheeks pink and
eyes heavy-lidded.
“Did you enjoy the show, Daddy?” she asks.
I shoot her a languid smile. “Hell yes, sweetheart. And you were right,
that pole was a great investment.”
“I knew you’d come around.” She settles onto my lap. “And you’ll see,
I’m only going to get better. I just have to keep practicing.”
I can’t imagine her getting better than she already is, but I can’t wait to
watch her try. Playfully, I pinch her nipple. “Be sure and save me a VIP seat
at your next performance.”
Party Favors
M y sneakers scrape the asphalt as I step off the curb and onto my street.
My nose is frozen. It sucks not having a car. My parents refuse to buy me
one. They say it’s my responsibility to save up the money, but how am I
supposed to work enough to save when I’m also going to college?
Tonight I’m supposed to be hanging out with friends, including this guy,
Greg, who I’m sort of into. It seemed like he was into me, too, but then he
showed up with this other girl, so I bailed. I texted my friend to ask what
the hell was up, and supposedly he told her I wasn’t sexy enough.
Asshole. What the hell does he know?
To be fair, I don’t make a habit of highlighting my best features. I have
contacts, but I prefer glasses, and my everyday wardrobe consists of
leggings and baggy sweaters. My hair is naturally blond and falls just past
my waist, but I wear it up most of the time to keep it out of my face. It’s not
until after my parents go to bed that I take it all off, let my hair down, and
take loads of provocative selfies in my prettiest underwear.
Not to toot my own horn, but I’ve got a lot to work with: thirty-two Ds,
a slim hourglass figure, and soft, smooth, porcelain skin.
Of course, Greg will never find out about any of that now. Your loss,
motherfucker.
I hurry up the driveway, past a car I don’t recognize, and enter the house
through the garage. As soon as I get inside, I remember I’m not supposed to
be here.
“Look at those tits,” my daddy’s friend Carl says.
His other friend, Max, chuckles. “Fuckin’ perfect.”
I try not to make noise as I shut the door behind me, but somebody’s
giant boot is in the way. I hear heavy footsteps, then, “What the hell are you
doing home?”
I turn to face my daddy. “Sorry. I’ll go hang out in my room—”
“Amy, you cannot be here,” he growls, his haze hard. “This is Doug’s
bachelor party. I told you I needed the house. You’re going to have to find
somewhere else to be.”
“Daddy, please, I promise I won’t come down—”
“Is she here, Dan?” My daddy’s old college friend Ronnie steps into the
kitchen. His pants look a lot tighter than I’m used to seeing them. He
notices me noticing his bulge and quickly slides a hand into his pocket.
“Oh, hey Amy. I didn’t know you’d be home tonight.”
“She’s just leaving,” Daddy says coldly.
“No, I’m not.” I grab a soda from the fridge and a bag of pretzels from
the cupboard. “I’m going to my room. Just pretend I’m not here.”
“Hey, guys, we have a problem.” Max comes in carrying his phone.
“The stripper fucking canceled.” He stops in his tracks. “Oh, uh... Hey,
Amy.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” my daddy snaps. “I put down a five-
hundred-dollar deposit on that bitch.”
My eyes go wide. “You paid some woman five hundred dollars to dance
around in her underwear? Hell, I’ll go rustle up my old Sailor Moon
costume for three.”
“That could work,” Max says with a smile. My daddy shoots him a
glare. He clears his throat. “No offense, little girl, but it takes more than a
sexy costume to work a crowd.”
“Come on,” I say. “It can’t be that hard.”
“You’d be surprised.” Ronnie smirks, pulling at his beard.
Daddy looks me up and down. “I think it’s safe to say you don’t have
what it takes, sweetheart. Now go to your room and don’t come out for a
good long while.”
“Unless you want to get an eyeful. Or a mouthful.” Max winks.
“Go sit the fuck down.” Daddy shoves Max and Ronnie out of the
kitchen while I glare at all of their backs.
Just like that asshole Greg, my daddy’s friends don’t think I can be sexy.
“I’ll show em,” I grumble. “I’ll put on the best show they’ve ever seen.”
I scurry up to my bedroom. I was kidding about wearing my Sailor
Moon costume, but I know I can’t go back down in a regular old bra and
panty set. Thankfully, I picked up an expensive little habit a few months
back involving designer lingerie.
No wonder I can’t afford wheels.
I put in my contact lenses, then dig out my hair straightener and my
makeup bag, putting on just enough to look dolled up without looking like a
Barbie doll. I settle on a black lace push-up bra with matching panties that
tie at the sides. Over that, I put on a short black skirt and a mesh cami that I
usually wear over tank tops. My cleavage is impressive, if I do say so
myself. I have to dip into my mom’s shoe collection for a pair of black
heels.
Slipping into the hall, I wait until the guys sound thoroughly distracted
and then creep downstairs. I connect my phone to the built-in Bluetooth
speakers in the living room and pick a song that I can dance to. I start with
the volume low, then gradually bring it up, hoping they’ll assume it’s part of
the porn they’re watching.
I peer through the slats in the railing to get a look at the room. My
daddy and Max and Ronnie are all seated on the couch. Doug, the groom-
to-be, sits in my daddy’s favorite chair, looking bored but doing his best to
hide it. Carl rests in the other lounger, his long hair pulled back into a bun. I
play with the dials by the doorframe, dimming the lights slowly and
increasing the music volume on my phone.
“What the hell?” Max glances in my direction. His jaw drops. “Dan—”
He nudges my daddy. “—check out your little girl.”
My daddy turns and gapes. He stands up. “What the hell do you think
you’re doing, Amy?”
I saunter into the room. “You guys don’t think I have what it takes to
work a crowd. I disagree.”
“I’ll say.” Doug—the handsomest one in the group, second only to my
daddy—wets his lips as his gaze sweeps across me, looking less and less
bored by the second.
Carl whistles. “Damn, Danny Boy. Your little girl’s all grown up.”
“You’ve made your point, Amy.” My daddy’s voice is more gravelly
than usual; it makes me shiver. “Now go back upstairs and put some clothes
on and don’t come down until I tell you to.”
“Aw, but what fun is a bachelor party without a stripper?” I strut into the
enclosed area created by the sofa and chairs, then walk a circle until I’m
standing in front of the groom-to-be.
“She’s got a point,” Doug says, wetting his mouth.
“She has no idea what she’s getting into,” my daddy snaps.
“What’s the matter?” I cock my hip. “Afraid I’ll prove you and your
buddies wrong?”
My daddy moves toward me. I stand my ground. He twirls a lock of my
hair around his finger, like he’s surprised to see it so smooth. “You want to
know why the stripper was so expensive, Amy? It’s because she’s not just a
stripper. She’s a call girl. And she gets paid a thousand bucks an hour to get
gangbanged at parties. Those are the shoes you’re trying to fill.”
My throat tightens. Five hundred did seem high for a mere night of
dancing. Still, with money like that, I could easily afford a down payment
on a car loan.
“Eight hundred,” I say.
He squints. “Eight hundred what?”
“I’ll do it. For eight hundred an hour.”
My daddy smirks. “You really think you can handle this crowd?”
I glance around at his friends, most of whom I’ve known since I was in
braces. The lust in their eyes and the lumps in their pants makes me a little
uneasy, but at the end of the day it’s just sex. Peg A into slot B. It can’t be
that hard, can it?
“I can handle whatever you guys throw at me.”
Daddy’s gaze takes on a sharp edge. He sits back down on the couch
and waves his hand. “By all means, baby girl, entertain us.”
I glance around, making eye contact with each of my daddy’s friends
until the intensity in their stares is so hot and heavy that I have to look
away.
“Well,” Daddy snaps, “get on with it. I’m not paying you to stand
there.”
I start a new song and set my phone down, then begin to sway with the
music. I dance like I’m alone in my room, all hips and ass and bouncing
tits. Carl grins as I come to stand in front of him with my legs between his
knees.
“You are gorgeous, kiddo.” He slides a finger under my mesh cami,
pulling the fabric taut. I slap his hand away playfully, then turn and shake
my ass for him. He spanks me. I yelp.
The guys all chuckle. There’s still porn playing on the TV, but nobody’s
paying attention. They’re all watching me, and being at the center of so
much male attention makes my pussy throb.
I make my way over to Max, who can’t stop rubbing himself through
his jeans. I hook my fingers into the sides of my skirt and slowly work it
down. He groans as I bend, touching my tits to his lap for the briefest of
moments while I step out of my skirt. I drop the skirt into his lap and then
return the center of the circle to dip low.
“Who knew she was hiding such a tight little body under those baggy
clothes,” Ronnie says. This next song is slower than the last, and I take the
opportunity to straddle Ronnie on the couch, beside my daddy, who watches
us closely.
I take Ronnie’s hands and place them on my hips as I grind over his
cock to the music. I hadn’t thought doing this would turn me on so much,
but the pressure from his erection against my crotch is kind of amazing. I
close my eyes and let my head fall back as I rock. Ronnie moans softly.
“Fuck, Amy, your tits are enormous,” he says.
“You like them?” I ask playfully, moving his hands from my hips to my
breasts. He sucks air between his teeth as he squeezes. His cock jumps. I
glance over at my daddy, whose gaze is fixed on Ronnie’s hands on my
chest. “You want to see them, Ronnie?”
My daddy looks at me, his jaw clenched. I smirk.
He really doesn’t like being proved wrong.
“God, yes,” Ronnie says.
I pull my shirt off and then make a show of unhooking my bra. Ronnie
pulls it off, and I swear his cock doubles in size beneath me.
“Oh, baby, look at those.” Ronnie cups my tits and thumbs my nipples. I
bite my lip to stifle a whine. It feels too damn good. He leans down and
takes a nipple into his mouth. I gasp. It makes me want to touch myself.
“Goddamn, Amy,” Doug says. “I could come just from watching you.”
“You shouldn’t have to,” my daddy haughtily. “After all, you’re the man
of the hour.”
Technically, he’s right. If anyone gets to fuck me first, it should be
Doug. I give Ronnie a peck on the lips, then extricate myself from his hold.
He groans in protest, but releases me like a good pal should.
I dance in the middle for a minute, shaking and jiggling my breasts for
their amusement. Carl licks his lips. He’s got his cock out, and damn if it
isn’t the biggest dick I’ve seen in a long while.
My pussy aches. I rest my hands on Doug’s thighs, shaking my ass for
the group and pushing my breasts together for him. He exhales slowly. I
turn and sit in his lap, grinding my ass onto his erection—also impressive.
My daddy’s friends are all delightfully well-hung. His hands come around
to squeeze my tits.
“You like having your nipples played with?” he whispers in my ear. It’s
so intimate, his breath on my neck, that it gives me goosebumps.
“I do,” I say.
Doug strums my nipples. My clit pulses and my pussy clenches. I had
hoped to draw out the dance a bit longer, but damn if I can’t wait another
minute to get fucked. Rising from Doug’s lap, I turn to face him, presenting
him with the ties on either side of my panties.
“Will you do the honors?”
He smiles. “Absofuckinlutely.” He pulls and my panties come apart,
exposing me to the room.
Max woops. Ronnie groans. Carl swears under his breath.
My daddy says nothing, just stares, his expression unreadable.
Whatever. I have work to do.
“How do you want me, Doug?” I ask.
He looks around frantically. So many holes, so many options. “From
behind.”
“Good choice.” I drop to my knees on the carpet and then look back.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
Doug joins me on the floor, his hands fumbling with his belt. He gets
his cock out—a nice, thick shaft ending in a bright-pink head—and jerks it
a couple times before he positions himself.
“You sure about this Dan?” he asks my daddy.
“She’s all yours, bud.”
I cry out as Doug pushes inside me, his hands grasping my hips. I close
my eyes and focus on the feeling of being filled and stretched. My clit
pulses, desperate for attention. I reach down to rub myself, then feel a hand
close over mine.
“Allow me,” Max says.
Max strums my clit as another set of hands—Ronnie’s this time—stroke
my nipples. Both men have their cocks out, and the sight of so many
erections makes me a little nervous. They can’t possibly expect me to take
more than one at a time.
Just then, Carl’s hand fists in my hair, as he guides his cock to my
mouth.
“You can handle two of us, can’t you, Amy?” he asks, forcing his cock
between my lips. “Fuck, I hope so, because that feels good.”
I’ve seen women handle multiple cocks at once in porn, but never
thought I’d be in a position to do it myself. I feel like a sex doll, or a
machine made for the sole purpose of giving and receiving pleasure. I
expected to make these guys come. I didn’t expect to come myself. But I’m
going to. Any second now...
Holy fucking fuck.
My pussy tightens around Doug’s cock. My clit pulses under Max’s
fingers. Daddy tells Doug not to come in me, and within seconds, Doug
yanks his cock out and comes all over my ass.
“Jesus, fuck,” Doug rasps.
Another wave of pleasure hits me. I moan around Carl’s shaft. He
swears and pulls my hair as he blows his load down my throat. I swallow
because if I don’t, I’ll choke.
My pussy clenches and releases, clenches and releases.
Then I feel it being filled again.
“Oh my God.” Ronnie spanks my ass. “Danny Boy, your girl is a
natural.” His cock is thicker than Doug’s, and it hurts a little going in. He
starts to fuck me, pulling my hips back to meet his thrusts.
A hand cups my chin and another cock breaches my lips. Max’s cock. It
slides across my tongue.
“Shit, Amy.” Max pants. “I remember when you were little and you
used to play in my garage. I had to tell you not to mess around with the
power tools. Now you’re sucking my cock.”
Ronnie pulls me upright. Max follows, standing so I can continue to
suck his cock, while Ronnie digs a tunnel inside me. His dick slips out a
few times. The third time, he tries to put it back and misses, then prods my
asshole instead.
I squeal around Max’s cock.
“Have you ever had a cock in your ass before, Amy?” Ronnie asks. I
shake my head. “Then you’re in for a treat.”
I try and wriggle away, but Ronnie has me pinned. His cock pushes into
my asshole, and I feel the urge to bear down.
“Shhh.” Max pets my face. “Just relax and take it like the good little
whore you are.”
I’ve never been called a whore before. Part of me kind of likes it. The
head of Ronnie’s cock eases deeper, followed by his thick shaft. He’s slick
from having been inside my pussy. My knees tremble. He fucks my ass
slowly as Max picks up the pace in my mouth. Holding my face with both
hands, he thrusts in and out, his cock leaking precum down my throat. He
doesn’t force me to take more than I can handle, but he does test me, and
soon I’m taking more than I ever thought I could.
“Oh, fuck,” Max rasps. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming...”
Max’s salty heat fills my mouth. Ronnie’s pelvis spanks my ass as he
pounds into me. Max steps back, and I have to brace my elbows on the
carpet to stop Ronnie from knocking me over. I rest my forehead on the
floor.
“Aw, shit. Fuck!” Ronnie comes in sharp stabs and spurts. As soon as he
pulls out, I feel a line of cum trickle down my leg. “Goddamn, that was
wonderful.”
A rush of satisfaction zips through me. That’s it, I did it. I proved them
all wrong. Rolling onto my back, I smile up at the ceiling and think about
how good it’s going to feel to not have to walk everywhere from now on.
“My turn,” Daddy says.
My whole body freezes. Daddy stands over me with his arms at his
sides and his pants unzipped. His cock is hard and straining the front of his
boxers.
“What?” My voice trembles.
“Hold her down,” he says.
The guys share cautious glances, but ultimately, they do as they’re told.
I struggle against their hands as my daddy kneels on the floor between my
legs.
“But Daddy, I’m your... You’re my... You can’t!”
“You think I’m going to watch you fuck these guys and then go jerk off
like some teenager? Hell no. I’m the one paying eight hundred dollars an
hour to rent that pussy. I’ve got every right to take a turn myself.”
To my surprise, he drops down lower, bringing his mouth to my pussy.
He spreads my lips with his fingers and licks my clit. I shiver as a flood of
tingles enters my bloodstream, making my nipples harden. Ronnie takes
notice. He lets go of my arm to pinch and flick my nipples while my daddy
eats me out.
I can’t believe this is happening, right here on my living room floor. The
place where I watch cartoons and open Christmas presents. He sucks the
tender bud between his lips. I buck, pushing my pussy toward him. It feels
incredible. He teases me with the tip of his tongue, and then licks and licks
until I’m close to coming, then stops.
If he doesn’t let me come, I’m going to go insane.
“Daddy, please...”
He kisses my clit. “Please, what?”
“Please let me come.”
“I’m not going to let you come until I’m inside you.”
“But...we can’t...” I don’t want to give in. Rather, I shouldn’t want to
give in. But fuck if I don’t want him to fuck my brains out. “Please don’t
make me say it...”
“You have to say it.”
He drags a flattened tongue from my asshole to my clit.
Fuck it. I’ve come this far.
“Oh, please, fuck me, Daddy! I need you to fuck me now!”
He rises to his knees with a triumphant smile. “I thought you’d never
ask.”
I watch him pull his cock out, long and thick and slightly curved. He
strokes it a few times before bringing it to my lips and then thrusting.
“Fuck!” I moan as he enters me. The guys lift their hands away, assured
that I’m not going anywhere now that I’ve begged my daddy to fuck me—
all except Ronnie, who can’t keep his greedy paws off my tits.
“Goddamn,” Max says. “That’s twisted.”
Dough whistles. “Hot as fuck, though.”
I watch them watching me as my daddy’s cock pounds my pussy. I have
a feeling at least two of them are going to want another turn when he’s
through. After a few moments, I feel that familiar pressure pooling behind
my clit.
Daddy pulls my legs over his thighs and sits up so he can rub my clit
with his thumb. It’s all I need to drag me back to the brink. My muscles
clench around him, and I know he can feel them by the way his features
scrunch into a look of determination. My knees twitch.
“Come for me, Amy,” he says. “Come for Daddy.”
I don’t fight the rush when it comes, fluttering over me like a thousand
butterfly wings. A deep throb echoes outward from my clit, and I swear that
I can feel the pulsing in my bones. Daddy grunts and groans as he pummels
my pussy, trying to hold back, trying to hold on...
“Jesus, Amy.” He comes inside me, filling me with spurt after spurt of
his hot, thick cum. “I fucking love your pussy.”
And my pussy loves him. As much as I hate to admit it, I can’t imagine
never letting him do this again. I can’t imagine never letting any of them
touch me again. Even groom-to-be Doug, who I’m sure loves his fiancée
very much, could show up next week and ask me to fuck him, and I’d
gladly sit on his cock. This has been the hottest, dirtiest, stickiest, and most
sexually fulfilling night of my young life.
No wonder people do this for a living.
“So,” I say, gazing up at the five men whose cocks I’ve just milked and
sucked. “Next time one of you needs to hire a dancing call girl, you know
where to find me.”
Hard Drive
I t ’ s my last week of high school, and all I have left to do is write one final
paper, a paper I’ve spent the past two weeks compiling research for. I crack
my knuckles and take a long sip of cold green tea. I’m about to start typing
when my laptop screen freaks the fuck out and the screen goes black.
“No.” I hit the power button. “No, no, no. Not now.”
I check the power cable. Plugged in. I check the outlet. Working
perfectly.
It’s my laptop. It’s dead. I’ve been holding off on buying a new one
because I think my parents are going to surprise me with a Mac for
graduation. But that hypothetical computer can’t save me now.
The biggest paper of my high school career is due tomorrow and I don’t
have a computer.
“Shit. Motherfucker fuck shit!” I slam the lid down and fight back tears.
This cannot be happening. I’ve worked my ass off this entire year in the
hopes of pulling my GPA up to a 3.9, and now I’m going to have to ask my
teacher for an extension. That’s an automatic ten-point deduction. But what
else can I do?
I slump back onto the couch and scream. I scream so loud that the cats
flee to the basement. Thankfully, I'm the only one home. It occurs to me
that I could use my mom’s laptop. But she probably took it with her to the
university where she works. Daddy has a computer in his office upstairs.
It’s an old clunky desktop, but it has Internet access and a printer.
It’s my only hope.
I sprint upstairs to my daddy’s home office and take a seat in his creaky
leather chair. The computer takes forever to start up, and once it does, I find
myself staring at a login screen.
The damn thing is password protected.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” My hands shake with
frustration as my fingers fly across the keys. I try the names of our cats. No
dice. I try his birthday and Mom’s birthday. Those don’t work either. I try
my birthday, but accidentally type the current year instead of the year I was
born.
It works. My daddy’s password is my eighteenth birthday.
How odd.
Too flustered to think much of it, I open a blank word document and an
Internet browser. I’m about to pull up my cloud drive so I can access my
research materials when a strange URL appears in the suggested site list
beneath the address bar.
It’s a URL to a popular porn streaming site. On my daddy's computer.
Curiosity makes my clit tingle. I click the link.
A video loads titled, “Barely legal redhead gets her pussy eaten and
fucked hard.” I gasp as the cute, ginger-haired teen appears on the screen.
She looks like me. Maybe a little thinner and with slightly bigger tits, but
the resemblance is undeniable. She shakes her ass for the camera as some
guy spanks it. He licks her nipples. My pussy throbs as he positions her on
the bed so he can eat her out.
This is what my daddy jerks off to?
I click over to his history and begin scrolling. There are links to sites
and videos going back months, and the sex acts get more and more
depraved as I scroll down the rabbit hole. Redheads getting their asses eaten
and fucked, girls who look like me getting slapped and tied up. There’s one
where a girl is getting fucked by three guys, one in each hole.
Then, there’s the one that makes my heart stop.
An older man is sitting on a couch with a girl who’s young enough to be
his daughter. Though she’s clearly old enough to be doing porn, she’s
dressed like a child: short pink skirt, white knee socks and Velcro shoes. He
puts his arm around her and tickles her, then kisses her on the mouth. He
bats her nervous hands away as he unbuttons her sweater.
My pulse tap-tap-taps at my throat like it’s telling me this is a bad idea.
But I can’t take my eyes off the screen. I catch myself rocking in place,
pressing my pussy against the leather seat. The man in the video toys with
the girl’s nipples. My own nipples harden. She whimpers and calls him
Daddy, and suddenly, I have to touch myself.
Snaking my hand between my legs, I rub my clit through my clothes.
The man slides his hand up the girl’s skirt. She spreads her knees. Her
panties are white and her pussy is shaved. I press on my own clit as he rubs
hers. The pressure over my clothes isn’t enough. I have to use my fingers. I
slide my leggings and underwear down to my ankles and drape one leg over
the armrest. My pussy is soaked and my clit is so sensitive I cry out a little
when I touch it.
I pinch my nipples through my shirt as the man takes the girl’s tit into
his mouth. Again, she calls him Daddy. Please, Daddy. That feels so good,
Daddy. Yes, lick my pussy, Daddy. At some point, my eyes close and my
head falls back, as my mind replaces the man in the video with my own
daddy. I see my daddy’s lips on my nipples, his hands on my hips, his
tongue painting a warm, wet trail down my chest and belly to the hard little
nub between my legs—
“Becca, what are you watching?”
My eyes snap open. I scramble to shut off the video and accidentally
switch it to fullscreen. The man thrusts his fingers in and out of the girl’s
pussy. I fight back tears of embarrassment. I manage to stop the video, but
not before my daddy comes around the desk and sees me, pants and panties
down, my bare ass sitting in his desk chair.
His expression is a mixture of shock and mortification. He reaches past
me to shut off the monitor.
“I thought you weren’t coming home ’til after nine,” I snap, fighting to
get my leggings back over my hips without letting him see how wet I am.
“I finished my meeting early. What are you doing using my computer?”
“My laptop crashed and won’t turn back on. I need to write my paper.”
“Is your paper about porn?”
My face feels as if it could catch fire. “Daddy...” As I say the word, I
feel the echoes of arousal resounding throughout my body. “Why do all the
girls in those videos have red hair?”
“What videos?” He scrubs at his short-cropped beard, a nervous tick. He
knows exactly what videos I’m talking about.
“The redheads in your browser history. They look like me.”
“That’s ridiculous, Becca.”
Now, I’m pissed. It would be one thing if I’d gone searching for porn of
my own volition, but I stumbled across this stuff. These are the videos HE
watches to get off on, not something I went looking for.
“It’s not ridiculous at all.” I turn the screen monitor on. A close-up of
the girl’s father licking her clit appears on the screen. I hit Play, then pause
on a frame that shows both of them. “See? She looks like me. Same age and
everything.”
“Guys watch a lot of porn, sweetheart, and lots of porn stars are
redheads. It’s a coincidence.”
I open his browsing history and start clicking through video after video
of naked, barely-legal redheads. In cars, in public bathrooms, on their knees
and bent over with their asses in the air. “You call this a coincidence,
Daddy?”
The girl in the current video soaps her tits in the bath as her “daddy”
tells her how beautiful she is from behind the camera. He hands her a
rubber duckie which is actually a vibrator. She uses it on her nipples.
“Daddy, that makes my pussy tingle,” she cries.
I hit pause. My own daddy’s face blanches.
“Just what exactly are you getting at, Becca?”
A fair question. I know the answer, but I’m embarrassed to admit it. I
feel like I’m eight years old again, scared and small, wishing I didn’t have
to tell Daddy I wet the bed. But I’m not small, and though I am scared, I’m
also old enough to know that you shouldn’t let fear control you.
“Do you think about me when you jerk off?” My voice sounds meeker
than I intended. I meet my daddy’s gaze.
“Do you?” he asks, dodging the question. “As a matter of fact, you were
touching yourself when I came in.”
“I was just...curious” I cross my legs reflexively.
“Curious about the kind of porn I watch?” He reaches across me to un-
pause the video. His suit jacket brushes my hand, and I can’t help breathing
in his scent, cologne and coffee and the day’s sweat. He steps around the
chair and rests his hands on my shoulders. “Does this turn you on, Becca?”
The girl’s mouth forms a perfect O as the man playing her father glides
the vibrating duck over her soapy nipples. My own nipples tighten into
points inside my t-shirt. Thinking about my own daddy giving me a bath
makes my pulse flutter and my clit throb.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
“Does it make you want to play with your tits?”
As soon as he says it, my nipples start to ache, and it’s all I can think
about. A whimper floats from my mouth. “Yes.”
“Go ahead then, sweetheart. Touch them.”
My hands move as though someone else is controlling them, some
horny, perverted person inside me who wants to show my daddy the things I
do when I’m alone. I lift and cup my breasts through my t-shirt. I pinch and
stroke my nipples. Daddy’s hands tighten on my shoulders. I wonder what
his face looks like, but I keep my eyes on the screen.
The man touches the vibrating duck to the girl’s clit. She moans. I strum
my nipples and my clit pulses like the three points are connected. Pinch or
stroke one, and the others feel it. I hump the chair and it creaks. Daddy
starts to massage my shoulders, working his thumbs into the tight muscles.
My moans join those coming from the girl on the computer screen. I slide
my hands beneath my shirt so I can apply more direct pressure. My skin is
soft, my breasts a perfect handful.
“Lift your arms,” Daddy says, and I do. He pulls my shirt off.
I’m topless in my daddy’s office.
He sweeps my hair back before returning his hands to my shoulders.
“Don’t stop, Becca.”
I tease my nipples. The girl on the screen spreads her legs so the man
playing her daddy can show the viewer her pussy. He spreads her lips and
strokes her clit. He slides a finger inside her. I grind my clit against the
cushion, not nearly firm enough to make me come, but enough that my
pussy feels like it’s invited to the party my tits are having.
Daddy’s hands glide down my chest to join mine. I gasp, cradling my
breasts as he pinches my nipples. We trade off, taking turns squeezing and
strumming, stroking and pinching. He has to bend over slightly to reach,
and I feel his breath wash over my tits with each exhale.
The video cuts off just as the girl is about to come, displaying a link to
paid content. Daddy reaches over me to grasp the mouse.
“Try this one,” he says, choosing another clip from the streaming site.
A redhead in pigtails and knee-high socks sits astride a man's pelvis. His
cock is hard and slick, wedged between her pussy lips. She rubs herself
back and forth along him, calls him Daddy, tells him it feels so good. He
tells her she’s beautiful, that he loves watching her ride him. I wish I had
something firm and slippery to rub against. Just thinking about how easily
he could slip inside her, accidentally or on-purpose, makes me moan.
“You like this one,” my daddy says. I nod. “Does it make you want to
finger yourself?”
I nod again. “So much.”
“Take off your leggings. Show Daddy how you play with your pussy.”
I slide my leggings and panties off, then spread my legs. My pussy lips
glisten, glazed with my juices in the light from the screen. I run two fingers
along my slit and then begin drawing circles over my clit.
“Oh, god.” I rub faster; it feels so fucking good.
The girl on the screen strokes the spot on the man's cock where the shaft
meets the head. He groans. The sound eggs me on, makes me want to do
things that would have my daddy making those kinds of noises.
Daddy continues to play with my nipples as I finger myself. The
combination is delightful. I've made out with boys, even let a few of them
put their hands under my shirt, but none have made me feel this good. It's
like Daddy instinctively knows which areas are most sensitive, and how
best to tease them. No wonder he and Mom are still together.
“Hold up your fingers,” Daddy says. “Let me see how wet you are.”
I hold my glossy fingers up for him to see.
“Fuck, that does it.” He lets go of my breasts and comes to stand beside
me. He removes his suit jacket. The sight of the bulge in his pants makes
my breath catch. “Stand up, sweetheart. Daddy needs to sit.”
I rise and let him take my place in the chair. My hands move to cover
my pussy, no doubt out of some innate sense of modesty. Silly, but I can’t
help myself. He takes both my hands and draws me onto his lap, facing the
computer screen. He fits his legs between mine so he can spread my thighs
by parting his knees. His cock is firm yet springy under my ass, and the
thought crosses my mind: Daddy is hard because of me.
His hand comes around to grasp the mouse. He opens the file explorer
and then clicks around until he reaches a folder buried deep in the bowels of
his hard drive. The file names appear to be a random mishmash of letters
and numbers, but he seems to know which video he’s looking for.
“Watch this one,” he says, double-clicking.
The video opens on a man’s face as he holds up what looks to be a
family Christmas photo for the camera. The faces of the mom and son have
been blacked out, along with the family’s last name. Only the man’s face
and the face of an older teen girl are left visible.
Judging by the couch and the decorated tree in the background of the
photo, it looks like a real holiday portrait. Even the family cat is present. He
steps back to reveal what appears to be an actual working kitchen rather
than a set. There are dishes in the sink and stained hand towels hanging by
the oven. A girl about my age sits at the table behind him.
Sure enough, it’s the girl from the photo.
My eyes go wide. “Is this...are they...?”
“Yes,” Daddy says. “This is real.”
The man is balding with a slight paunch. His daughter is adorably
chubby with a pinched nose and messy red hair. These are real people, not
porn stars, and knowing that what I’m about to see isn’t an act makes the
whole thing hotter than any perfectly lit, staged production could ever hope
to be. The man and his daughter start kissing. She rubs the bulge in his
shorts as he gropes her breasts.
I gasp as my daddy wets his fingertips at my opening and then spreads
my juices over my clit. The girl’s top comes off, and her tits are gorgeous,
full and natural. Her father tells her she’s beautiful, then licks and sucks her
nipples. My own daddy thumbs my nipple as his fingers work their magic
on my clit. I stare at the screen, riveted.
The man pulls out a kitchen chair and sits. His daughter drops to her
knees on the stained linoleum and shimmies the front of her dad’s shorts
down his thighs. She smiles playfully up at him as she tickles his balls and
pumps his cock with her fist. He strokes her face as she takes him into her
mouth, calling her his favorite girl.
My daddy’s fingers on my clit have me rocking my hips back and forth.
I cling to his pants like a child gripping a security blanket. Sitting on his lap
takes me back to simpler, more innocent times, though there's nothing
simple or innocent about what we're doing. I thrust my pussy toward his
hand as he rubs me faster. I can feel the pressure building, the tightening of
my internal muscles.
The girl in the video takes her father’s cock between her breasts. She
bounces up and down, jerking her daddy off between her tits. He groans
loudly and grasps the base of his cock. The adoration in her eyes is what
does me in, more so than the sex. She's looking at him as if he's the sun and
moon and stars. Like he's the only man she will ever love, a man made just
for her.
I feel my daddy's love for me in the way he strokes my clit and kisses
my neck. He wants to make me feel good. He wants me—all of me—and I
want to give it all to him. Things I’ve never given anyone.
On screen, the man comes all over his daughter’s breasts. She rubs the
stuff into her skin, onto her nipples. It’s so fucking hot.
“Oh, shit,” I whine. “Oh, shit, Daddy, oh!”
I come hard and sharp like lightning. A shock to the system, a splash of
cold water on a hot day. My pussy clenches like a fist, so tight I’m
convinced I’m going to implode. All at once, the reality of the situation
sinks in: my daddy has just made me come. It’s so dirty. I'm dirty. Yet
somehow, it doesn't feel wrong.
He kisses my ear as I go limp in his arms.
“Did that feel good, baby girl?”
So good, I think. Too good. “Yes, Daddy.”
He starts another video. This one opens on a girl's bedroom. Purple
sheets and bookshelves, a stuffed teddy on the bed. A naked, dark-haired
teen with glasses climbs on the bed on her hands and knees. A man with
silver in his beard, who I assume is her father, comes to kneel behind her.
He squeezes and slaps her ass, then bends to bite it. The girl yelps.
My daddy pets my pussy. I start to feel tingly all over again. But instead
of simply wetting his fingertips at my opening, he slides two of them into
my pussy. I whimper.
“Jesus, Becca, you're tight.” He spreads his fingers inside me, like he's
testing how far I can stretch. “Don’t tell me you've never had a cock inside
you.”
“I've never had anything inside me.”
“Not even tampons?”
I shake my head. “I tried once, but it hurt too much.” Frankly, the fact
that he’s able to get his fingers inside me at all is a miracle. I suppose it’s a
lot easier to slip things into you when you’re sopping.
The man on the screen wedges his face between his daughter’s ass
cheeks. She moans.
“What is he licking?” I ask.
“Looks like he’s eating her ass.” Daddy curls his fingers inside me.
Whatever he’s rubbing against makes me feel like I have to pee. “Does it
turn you on?”
“I don’t know...” It’s a lie. Everything about this turns me on.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out. Stand up, baby girl.”
I rise on wobbly legs. Daddy bends me over so that my elbows are
resting on the desk and my back is arched. The position places my face
close to the screen. He rolls the chair out of the way and kneels behind me.
I feel his fingers on the backs of my thighs.
My pulse spikes as he spreads my cheeks apart and licks me, starting at
my clit and ending at my tailbone. Each lap sends delicious tingles zooming
throughout my nervous system. I'm caught between closing my eyes to
savor the pleasure and watching the rest of the video. The girl moans. I
moan with her as my daddy’s tongue circles the tight, puckered hole. It feels
so good that it has to be bad, and then it feels so bad that it’s good again.
His fingers find my clit. The father on the screen straightens up and
aims his hard, fat cock between his daughter’s legs. He asks her if she’s
ready. She says yes. He thrusts inside her, and I find myself pushing back
onto my daddy’s tongue. The look of total abandon on the girl’s face tells
me she's loving this. She wants her daddy to fuck her.
Just like I want to fuck mine.
He plants a gentle kiss on my puckered hole and then stands up, his
erection poking at me through his trousers. “God, I want you so bad,
sweetheart.” He smooths a hand up my back. “Say it. Say you want me to
fuck you.”
It’s not a matter of want anymore.
“I need you to fuck me, Daddy. I need you to put your fat cock in my
pussy.”
He hums with approval. “How could I say no to that?”
The clink of his belt buckle and the purr of his zipper send shivers up
my spine. I gasp as he glides the head of his cock along my slit. It’s so
warm, the skin surprisingly soft. As soon as he starts to push inside me, I
realize how hard he really is.
“Try and relax, Becca.” He pets the back of my head. “I promise it’ll
feel better once you get used to it.”
I clench my teeth against the ache, against the tension in my pussy, as
his cock pushes deeper and deeper inside me. I’m slick enough that the only
pain I feel is from being stretched rather than chafing. He bottoms out and
then stays there, his breathing loud and labored.
The man on the screen pounds into his daughter. Clearly, this isn’t the
first time they’ve done this.
“I’m going to start slow,” my daddy says. “You tell me when to speed
up, okay?”
I can already feel the ache subsiding in my pussy. He moves with
patience and precision. Every thrust makes me moan. Pretty soon, I’m
bearing down in anticipation, wanting him to fill me up, eager to feel him
lose control.
“Faster, Daddy.” I glance over my shoulder. The lust in his gaze makes
my clit throb. “I can take it.”
He grips my hips as he picks up the pace, smacking my ass with his
pelvis. I brace myself against the desk. The man in the video pulls out of his
daughter’s pussy to come on her back. I wonder if my daddy is planning to
pull out when he comes. The responsible part of me hopes he does, while
the horny, perverted part hopes he’s too caught up in enjoying my body to
care.
I feel a slight pressure on my asshole. He must be pushing on it with his
thumb. With his other hand, he reaches around to stroke my clit as he
moves inside me.
In less than a minute, I feel another earth-shattering orgasm coming on.
“Daddy, it’s too much...I can’t...”
“I’m right here, Becca. It’s all right. Daddy’s here for you.”
A string of half-words and garbled gibberish pours from my mouth as
the pleasure boils over. I’ve never had something so big and hard inside me
when I’ve come. It’s like I’m being impaled. The muscles in my legs twitch
and spasm. Daddy holds me in place as best he can as he drags out my
orgasm. Even as I try and ease him off, he continues to stroke me, forcing
my tender clit to endure more pleasure than it's used to.
My daddy fucks me hard and fast, until I feel him swell inside me.
Then, he slows. His cock slams into me, once, twice, three times. I’m
convinced I can feel him pulsing, filling my pussy with cum.
“Jesus Becca,” he rasps. He smooths his hands up and down my sides,
cupping my breasts with each pass. Eventually, his cock softens enough that
it slips out.
I hear the wheels of his desk chair as he drags it closer, the creak and
groan as he sits. Wet heat runs down my leg onto the hardwood. My daddy
pulls me onto his lap, one arm around my waist, the other across my
breasts.
We sit quietly for a moment, panting, resting, long after the video has
ended.
“Don’t you have a paper to write?” he asks. I let out a long groan. He
squeezes my breast and nips my shoulder, then says, “Tell you what,
sweetheart. You write that paper tonight, and tomorrow, Daddy will show
you the other filthy treasures he has hidden on his hard drive.”
Bumpy Ride
“I t ’ s not going to fit ,” Mom says. “I told you not to pack the big
suitcase, Jen.”
“How else was I going to cart all my books to college?” I wedge my
oversized sweatshirt into the tiny bit of space between my other suitcases
inside the trunk of my dad’s SUV.
“Don’t worry,” my dad says. “I’ll make it fit.” He turns the trunk
sideways and then hefts it into the backseat. Finally, it fits.
“Great.” Mom rolls her eyes. “Now, once we pick up grandma, we’ll
only have three seats for four passengers.”
Unfortunately, she’s right. I had forgotten my parents were planning on
bringing my grandmother to Tucson for the weekend after they drop me off
in Phoenix.
“Jenny can sit on my lap,” Dad says. “It’ll be like old times, when we
had the two-seater.”
“That’s not safe, Mark.” Mom ties her bleach-blond hair into a high
ponytail. I don’t know why she insists on dying it such an unnatural color.
My own honey-blond hair hangs long and wavy past my shoulders. Daddy
runs his fingers through it, an old habit I’ve never had the heart to make
him break, even though it makes me feel like a little girl.
“Jenny might be eighteen,” he says, “but she’s still pretty little. I’m sure
we can get the seatbelt around both of us.”
It’s true, I am little. Barely five-foot-two and thin enough to fit into
clothes I’ve had since my freshman year of high school. My bra size is just
about the only thing that’s changed since then, and even that isn’t anything
to brag about, in my opinion.
“Fine.” Mom sighs and turns to me. “Go make sure you haven’t
forgotten anything so we can hit the road.”
After saying goodbye to the room that’s been my own since I was five
years old, I climb into the backseat and settle in for the hour-long ride to
Grandma’s. I slip in my earbuds so I don’t have to listen to Mom and Dad
talking about boring stuff like work and taxes. One Taylor Swift album
later, we pull up in front of Grandma’s complex at the retirement village.
Mom goes inside to get Grandma while Dad and I reconfigure ourselves
in the car.
“It’ll probably work best if I get in first,” he says.
I wait for him to get settled, then maneuver myself onto his lap. We try
out a few different leg positions, ending with his legs together and mine
resting open alongside his. It’s awkward, especially since I happen to be
wearing a skirt, but we manage to get the seatbelt around both of us.
“Are you comfortable enough, sweetheart?” he asks from over my
shoulder. “Feel free to lean back if you have to. You won’t crush me.”
I let myself relax against him. He’s so big and warm and comforting. I
might actually be able to get some sleep on the long drive ahead.
Mom returns with Grandma. We say our Hellos and How Are Yous as
Mom helps her get settled into the passenger’s seat. After a quick bathroom
check, we set off for the highway.
The first hour of our trip goes smoothly, no detours or road
construction, but as we travel down Route 10, we start to hit delays. It’s still
technically summer, the season for road work. At some point, we hit
scarified pavement that vibrates the car and makes me bounce up and down
on my dad’s lap.
“You guys doing okay back there?” Mom asks.
I expect Daddy to answer for us, but he keeps silent. Then I notice his
hand white-knuckling the roof handle beside the door.
“We’re fine,” I say.
Mom and Grandma continue their conversation as we hit another patch
of bumpy roadway. Daddy’s legs tense beneath me. I wonder if he has to
use the bathroom.
“Do you need to get out, Daddy?” I ask quietly.
“Nope.” He pats my outer thigh. “I’m good.”
There’s something odd about his response, like his voice is strained
from exertion. But he’s not doing much of anything, other than serving as
my human seat cushion. Maybe I am too heavy for him.
“Are you sure?” I ask. “We can take a break if I’m crushing you.”
He runs his fingers through my hair. “You’re fine, sweetheart. Don’t
worry about me one bit.”
I slip my earbuds in and try and relax against my dad’s chest. After a
few minutes, we hit more scarified pavement, and from what I can see
through the windshield, it’s not going to let up for a good long while. I try
and get comfortable again, but something in my dad’s pocket keeps
prodding me.
“Daddy, can you take that thing out of your pocket?” He doesn’t say
anything or move. “Daddy?”
“Um...sure. Sit up for a sec.”
He unbuckles us, and the car makes an annoying dinging sound.
“Everything okay back there?” Mom asks.
“Yep, everything’s fine,” Dad says. I grasp the roof handle and lift
myself. A pothole jostles the car. My dad’s arm wraps around my waist and
pulls me back down to stop me from lunging into the back of Grandma’s
seat. The hard thing in his pocket is still there. In fact, it feels bigger than
before.
“Mark,” says Mom, “I’d feel a lot more comfortable if you guys were
buckled in.”
“Fine.” He hands me the seatbelt so I can wrap it around us.
My skirt is bunched unevenly beneath me from when he pulled me
down, and the only way to fix it is to either sit up and smooth it, or tease it
out from under my behind.
“Daddy, can you help me fix my skirt real quick?”
“What do you need?” He sounds agitated.
“Just pull it back for now.”
I feel my skirt slip out from underneath me. Unfortunately, my shorts
are packed away with the rest of my clothes, so the only thing I have on is a
pair of bikini-style underwear. My dad’s jeans feel scratchy on my bare
skin. I shift uncomfortably.
“Jenny, please...” He squeezes my waist. “You have to stop wriggling.”
“What is that in your pocket, Daddy?” I wedge my hand between us.
“No,” he whispers, “Jenny, don’t—”
His whole body tenses as I curve my fingers around the rod-shaped
thing in his pants. My breath catches as I realize the thing I’m holding isn’t
in his pocket. It’s his cock.
“Oh.” My stomach flutters. My daddy has a hard-on from all the
bouncing and wriggling I’ve been doing on top of him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers so only I can hear.
I can tell he’s embarrassed. I should be mortified, too, but instead, I’m
fascinated. I’ve only ever touched one cock before, my ex-boyfriend’s, and
it wasn’t very big. Suddenly I have a monster cock in my hand. I can’t help
but wonder if this is as big as it gets.
I suppose there’s only one way to find out.
“It’s okay, Daddy.” I give him a test rub.
He gasps and guides my hand away.
“Jenny, don’t. They’ll hear.”
I rock my hips, grinding my ass against him. “I’ll be quiet. I promise.”
The breathy growl he makes is enough to tighten my nipples into hard
peaks. He grips my hips to stop me. I wriggle and his cock twitches. Soon,
he’s no longer trying to stop me. He’s guiding me, rocking my hips back
and forth over his big, fat cock. My clit pulses; I’m so fucking horny. I can’t
believe I’m doing this, letting my daddy use me to get off—and in the
presence of my mom and grandmother.
“You guys good back there?” Mom calls to us.
“We’re great,” I say, infusing my words with extra cheer.
I fight back a whimper as I feel my daddy’s hand creep under my skirt.
He reaches between my legs, aiming for the tender spot that makes me
tingle all over. His touch is gentle at first, cautious. Tight, teasing circles
over my clit through the damp cotton of my panties. I grind my ass into his
lap as he strokes me, and I swear his cock somehow manages to get even
harder.
Slipping under the elastic, my daddy strokes my pussy lips, then dips
between them to touch my clit directly. I love the way it feels, so dirty and
sensitive. He rubs me softly, with just the tip of his finger. My leg muscles
twitch. I shiver. My daddy slips a finger inside me and then draws it back to
slicken my clit.
Everything my daddy is doing to me feels incredible. If we weren’t in
the car with Mom and Grandma, I’d have ripped my shirt off and begged
him to play with my nipples a long time ago. Then, I remember: my
sweatshirt. It’s big enough that it should hide us. I reach over Daddy’s
shoulder and pull it out from between the suitcases where I wedged it.
Quietly, I arrange the sweatshirt over me like a blanket, then guide my
daddy’s hand to my breast under the cover of the cotton.
“Please, Daddy,” I whisper.
He gets the message. I lay my head back on his shoulder and close my
eyes to make it look like I’m sleeping. Daddy strokes my nipple through my
shirt and then pulls the neckline down to expose me. If the sweatshirt were
to fall, my mom would only have to glance back to see him toying with my
nipple.
“I fucking love your little tits,” he whispers, as he pinches the tender
nub and rubs my clit. I don’t even have to concentrate on making him feel
good because my hips won’t stop rocking. I’m sure his cock must be sore,
trapped in the denim prison of his pants. I imagine how hot it would be to
let him fuck me like this, without my mom or grandma knowing. It could be
done. All we’d have to do is unbuckle the seatbelt.
“I want to feel you against me, Daddy,” I whisper.
I swear his cock doubles in size.
“Follow my lead,” he says, righting my shirt and withdrawing from my
panties. “Hey, Honey?” he says. “Can you hand me my phone real quick?”
“Sure.” My mom unplugs my daddy’s phone from the console and holds
it out behind her without turning. He moves as though he means to grasp it,
but instead knocks it out of her hand.
“Oops,” he says. “Sorry, hon.” He unbuckles the seatbelt, triggering the
dings. My heart hammers in my chest. “Jenny, can you grab my phone,
sweetheart?”
“Sure.” I bend down, taking longer than necessary to collect his phone. I
wait for him to pull down my panties and then settle back onto his lap—
onto his cock, warm and smooth and massive against my thigh.
We buckle ourselves back in and then rearrange the sweatshirt. as Mom
and Grandma continue their conversation about something inane, like the
price of bottled water. Daddy’s hands find my nipples again, tugging my
shirt down so he can get at them.
I close my eyes as he pinches and strums, then reach under my skirt to
touch him. Daddy’s cock is so hard and thick. I round my palm over the
head, then press him to my pussy so I can hump him. The head fits perfectly
between my lips, right over my clit. His breath quickens as I use him to
make myself feel good. Precum drips out the tip, making my palm sticky.
His hand joins mine between my legs. With his fingers on my clit, I angle
his cock and then tilt my hips just right so he can slip inside me.
I have to bite my lips together as I bear down. His cock fills me. I’ve
never been stretched like this, never had something this thick stuffed into
my pussy. Every nerve ending is on high alert and I am genuinely surprised
my mom can’t hear my heartbeat. My daddy kisses the back of my neck, his
hands still doing their best to drive me crazy. I move as well as I can
without flopping around like a fish. If only we had more room or a big
distraction, something to keep my mom and Grandma from noticing my
movements.
Orange traffic cones line the road up ahead. My hopes rise like a cock.
“Everyone hold on tight,” Mom says. “Looks like we’ve got a bumpy
ride ahead of us.”
I yelp as we hit the first pothole in the scarified pavement. The car
shakes, and so do I, bouncing up and down on my daddy’s cock with every
tremor. He swears under his breath. I concentrate on keeping a straight face,
on staying quiet, as the road jostles us. He pummels me over and over. It’s
not long before I feel the pressure mounting, the wave cresting, the threat of
an orgasm that could very well blow our cover.
“Jesus, this is awful!” says Mom. “You guys still doing okay back
there?”
I don’t dare open my mouth.
“We’re okay,” my daddy says. I hope she doesn’t notice how breathy he
sounds.
I slam down hard on my daddy’s cock as we hit another pothole. All at
once, it’s too much. His hand between my legs, his fingers pinching my
nipple. My clit throbs. I can’t hold back any longer. I’m going to come.
I moan.
“Jenny, no,” Daddy whispers, but I can’t help myself.
“Are you all right, dear?” My grandma turns to look at us.
This is it. We’re done for.
“Holy shit!” Mom shouts. She slams on the breaks, just in time to barely
miss clobbering an elk as it bounds across the road.
The seatbelt bites into my flesh. Something hits the rear passenger-side
door opposite us, cracking the glass. The vehicle swerves to a stop, and I
feel my daddy’s cock pulse and swell. He’s coming inside me, spurting the
walls of my pussy with his hot cum. I can already feel it dripping out of me.
My body goes limp and my sweatshirt falls, exposing my tits and my
daddy’s hand between my legs and his cock plugging me.
“Oh my!” Grandma gasps. My own breath catches. “Look at the size of
that thing!”
It takes a second for me to realize she’s not talking about my daddy’s
cock. She’s talking about a second elk, the one that hit the car door, now
limping into the trees across the road. Acting fast, I right my top and
unbuckle us to grab my sweatshirt, sitting up just enough for my daddy to
shove his cock back inside his pants.
“You okay, honey?” Daddy asks.
“Yeah, you okay, Mom?” I echo, grateful that I can blame my labored
breathing and flushed face on the shock of almost dying.
“I think so.” She puts the car in park and sighs. “Thank goodness you
were sitting with your father, Jenny.”
Daddy pinches my ass, and I can’t help but smile.
“Yeah,” I say. “Thank goodness.”
Stay With Me
T he moment the kitchen door slams, I know it’s going to be one of those
nights.
“I’m fucking tired of being treated like a walking ATM,” my dad
shouts.
Keys crash against the countertop. I glance up from the book I’m
reading and mentally kick myself for not heading up to my room twenty
minutes ago.
“You want me to walk around looking like a slob?” my mom snaps.
“How the hell am I supposed to get that job you want me to get if I have
nothing to wear to interviews?”
“What fucking interviews? You’re not going to interviews. You’re going
shopping with your lowlife friends.”
I consider putting in earbuds so I don’t have to listen to my parents
fight. But something in their voices tells me this argument might actually
result in consequences I should know about. They didn't used to fight all the
time. Now a month can’t go by without their tense conversations devolving
into a screaming match.
“I'm serious, Ellen,” Dad says. “I'm fucking done.”
This time, it sounds like he means it.
I close my book and move to stand in the doorway. Neither of them
seems to have noticed I’m in the living room, not that it would stop Mom
from pushing Dad’s buttons. She likes to drag me into their arguments so it
seems like it’s two against one, though I’m rarely on her side.
I know she has a problem with spending, and it’s because of her
mismanagement of money that I’m extremely debt averse. I've seen how
desperate people get when they have nothing. I never want to take on more
debt than I can handle.
Living at home my first year of college has helped me keep the costs
down, but it comes at a price. My mom isn't an easy person to live with.
She's flighty and forgetful, and I suspect she may have a closet drinking
problem. The only thing that's made living here bearable is my dad. I don’t
know how he stays with her. I try not to think about how fucked-up my
childhood would’ve been if he hadn’t stuck around to raise me. It was him,
not my mother, who gave me a bedtime and helped me with my homework
after school.
It's because of him that I made it into college in the first place.
But the last time I sided with Dad in this argument, Mom threatened to
kick me out. He made it clear that as long as I continue to pay rent and help
out with utilities, I can live here as long as I want.
If he leaves, my life will erupt into chaos.
The kitchen door whines open and slams shut. My mom’s heels click
across the linoleum. She jumps when she spots me on her way through the
living room.
“Jesus, Shelby.” She clutches her chest, mascara running in rivulets
down her cheeks. “Do you have to slink around like a fucking phantom?”
“Where’s Dad going?”
“Away. Hopefully for good. I’m so fucking sick of his judgmental ass. I
do a lot around here, and he refuses to acknowledge it.”
I glance around at the empty wine glasses on the coffee table, my
mom’s dirty laundry still in a basket on the floor. I think about how much it
costs to keep this place stocked with food and paper towels, let alone gas
and electricity, plus the mortgage itself.
“Mom, you have to go after him.”
She balks. “Why?”
“Because you can’t afford to live here by yourself.”
“I’m not by myself. I have you.”
“You know I can’t cover half the expenses while I’m in school.”
“Sure you can. I know you’ve got money saved up.”
“Yeah, because I’m not paying half a mortgage.” I’m pretty sure my dad
is paying the whole mortgage, and I don’t see Mom rushing to get a job
anytime soon. Dad might be willing to float us for a month or two, but it’s
only a matter of time before the whole payment would fall squarely on my
shoulders.
“If you want him to stay so badly,” she says, halfway up the stairs, “then
you go after him.”
“And do what? Beg him to forgive you?”
“There’s nothing to forgive,” she shouts. “You know what, Shelby? Just
for that, you can find somewhere else to live, too.”
Finding affordable housing in the middle of the semester is next to
impossible in this city. It won’t take long for my savings to dwindle to
nothing. I’m about to follow my mom upstairs to apologize when I hear
Dad’s Chevy rumble to life. If I can get him to come back and give her
another chance, I can buy some time until the summer, when the rents won’t
be quite as high.
Then, maybe, I can get the hell away from her.
I make it down the driveway just in time to catch Dad’s truck mid-
reverse. He brakes hard as I yank the passenger-side door open.
“I'm coming with you,” I say.
“No,” he says. “Not this time, Shelby. I need to be alone.”
“So be alone with me.” I climb inside, buckle up, and fold my hands in
my lap.
Dad rubs his eyes. I begin to wonder if he’s really going to kick me out.
“Fine. But we’re playing the quiet game.”
It’s almost twilight by the time we pull into the driveway. My mom opens
the front door as Dad and I exit the truck.
“I knew you’d be back,” she says with a smug smile.
“Yeah,” Dad says, stepping onto the front porch, “we’re back. Now start
packing your shit.”
She scowls. “Excuse me?”
“Shelby and I ran a few errands this afternoon, including a trip to the
county clerk’s office.” He waves the copy of the deed to the house in my
mom’s face.
She looks at the deed, then at me. “Shelby, what the fuck is going on?”
“Dad and I are now the official owners of this property,” I tell her.
“Which means you have exactly twenty-four hours to get the hell out of our
house.”
Breaking and Entering
“O h , fuck .” I press the head of the vibrating wand firmly against my clit.
My pussy tightens. “Oh, Jesus fuck…”
The garage door drones open. Shit. That means Daddy’s home. A little
trill of fear ripples through me alongside the pleasure. I should stop before
he hears me. But I’m so close to coming. So close to reaching that
forbidden point in my fantasy. The place I only let myself go to when
nothing else will get me off.
I close my eyes and imagine strong, forceful hands on my body, a
hungry mouth sucking on my tits. I turn up the intensity on the vibrator and
rub myself harder, fighting to come before my daddy enters the house.
The kitchen door squeals open. My breath catches. I hear footsteps in
the foyer and then on the stairs. My inner muscles flutter. Almost there. I
imagine hands wrenching my legs apart, a hot tongue lapping at my clit.
“No,” I whimper. “Stop.”
It’s almost enough to get me there. Just another second…
“Don’t!”
Footsteps stall outside my bedroom door, which bursts open.
“Laura?” My daddy’s eyes go wide as he takes in the scene: his sweet
princess lying naked on her unmade bed, her freshly shaven legs spread
wide to reveal a vibrator pulsing against her equally smooth pussy.
Embarrassment floods me. I yank the comforter over myself. “Daddy,
can’t you knock?!”
Blinking, he tears his gaze away. “I’m sorry, princess. I thought you
were in pain.”
“Well, I’m not.” Quite the opposite, actually.
He eyes me cautiously. “Who the hell were you talking to?”
“Nobody.”
“I distinctly heard you say, No, Stop, and Don’t.”
“I wasn't talking to anyone!” The vibrator hums in the awkward silence
that follows. I switch it off. “It’s just something I do, okay? Can we please
drop it?”
My daddy’s gaze sweeps the room before returning to me, and the
intensity in his stare sends a chill down my spine, making my nipples
pucker. I chalk it up to the aroused and shameful state I’m in.
“Why would you say those things?” he asks.
I hide my face in shame. I've never told anyone about my rape fantasies.
Not even my best friend. It's too embarrassing. What sort of person wants to
be forced to suck a cock, or be tied up and fucked hard until they come stars
while screaming Stop?
I came across a book at my university’s library that said rape fantasies
aren't so much about rape as they are about handing over control. No one
can want someone to rape them because by definition, rape is unwanted. It's
about playing out a scenario, in your head or in real life, where you can
relinquish power while still calling the shots. The only person I can imagine
trusting enough to role play a scene like that is my daddy, and it's not like I
can ask him.
Ever since Mom died, it's just been Daddy and me. Partners in every
sense of the word—every sense except sex, of course.
“I don’t know why I said it,” I lie.
“Does saying it make you feel...” He can’t quite look at me. “Never
mind. It’s none of my business.”
He lingers in the doorway. Won’t he just get out of here?
“Do you want to order out tonight?” he asks.
“Sure, fine,” I snap. “Just get whatever.”
“All right.” He moves into the hallway, then calls out, “Do you want me
to shut the door?”
“Yes!”
The door closes, and finally, I take a breath.
“Shit.” I can’t believe my daddy just caught me playing with myself,
and to my most shameful fantasy. I’m beyond mortified.
When the pizza shows up, I slip downstairs, snag a couple slices and
take them back to my room. The last thing I want to do is give my daddy
another chance to ask me about what he walked in on. I spend the rest of the
evening doing homework and trying not to think about it.
Around ten o'clock, he knocks on my door.
“Come in,” I say.
He peeks his head into the room. “Hey, sweetheart. I have to run back to
the office for a few hours. Are you okay to be home by yourself?”
“Daddy, I'm nineteen, not nine.”
“Nine, nineteen or ninety, you'll always be my little girl.”
I roll my eyes. “Goodnight, Daddy.”
“Goodnight, princess.” The look he gives me right before he closes the
door sends a warm shiver down my spine, though I can't put my finger on
why.
Homework more-or-less finished, I shower and brush my teeth, then
change into a long tank top for sleeping. I never wear panties to bed. I read
a few chapters of an eBook on my phone, then go to sleep half an hour later
than I'm supposed to.
It's still dark out when I open my eyes again.
I listen for the sound that woke me, the hum of the garage door opening
or Daddy’s car door slamming, but I hear nothing. I must've kicked my
blankets off in my sleep, because I'm uncovered, shivering. I reach for my
sheet.
That's when I realize my hands are tied to the headboard.
My pulse spikes. I try and move my legs, but they're tied, too. Then I
see it: a tall, dark figure standing in the corner.
There’s someone in my room.
It moves toward me, passing by the window, and I know without a
doubt that it’s a man wearing a ski mask and dark clothes.
“Help!” I struggle against the cords. “Daddy!”
The man stands at the foot of the bed and grasps my ankles. My pulse
thunders in my ears. He smooths his hands upwards, over my calves, and as
he reaches my knees, he climbs on the bed and keeps going. Thighs, hips,
belly. He cups my breasts, pushing them together and letting them bounce
back toward my armpits.
“No...” I whimper.
My nipples harden, tightening to stiff peaks inside my shirt. The
intruder rubs his thumbs across my nipples, and my clit tingles. I don't want
to feel aroused by this, but I can't help myself. I love having my nipples
played with. He pulls my tank top up and over my breasts. Holding himself
above me, he parts the curtain over my headboard, showering moonlight
onto my chest. His hands are warm as he lifts my breast by the nipple, then
shakes it.
I wince. “Please stop.”
He slaps my breasts, making them jiggle, then strokes my nipples
gingerly.
It's the stroking that does me in.
“Oh, God.” I whimper. “Don’t do that...”
Unwelcome pleasure skitters along my body like insect feet. My clit
tingles. I fight to keep my hips from bucking, but they won’t listen. The
man chuckles, an unsettling rumble, as he lowers his masked face to my
chest. His nose grazes my nipple. I gasp. He rubs his face over my breasts,
the ribbed fabric giving me goose bumps. I wonder if he’s going to roll up
his mask to lick my nipples.
He doesn’t. Instead, he sits up, and I hear the soft slide of my bedside
drawer. There's a click and a hum.
He's brought out my vibrator.
The buzzing fills my head as he touches the whirring tip to my cheek.
The bones in my face tremble. I hyperventilate. He glides the wand down
my neck and chest, then presses the tip to my nipple. I flail my limbs, but
it's no use. He's tied me down tight.
He pulls the wand back and does it again, and again. Each time, I
squirm as the sensation in my nipple is echoed in my clit.
“Stop it!” I moan.
He ignores me.
The vibrator skips and slides down my body until it reaches my pussy.
He traces the tip along my outer lips and then moves inward. As soon as he
presses the vibrator to my clit, I immediately start convulsing.
Pleasure gushes through me like a river after a storm; there's no
stopping it. The man glides the tip down to my opening, then brings it back
up, slick. My pussy is dripping, thanks to this stranger's manipulations. He's
tricked my body into thinking it asked for this, or maybe it's simply
resigned itself to the inevitable. My sick fantasies are about to come true.
This man is going to rape me.
My pulse sprints. I’ve imagined a thousand different versions of this
scenario, but now that it’s really happening, I don’t know how to feel. I'm
scared and helpless, but I'm also horny as fuck. He rubs circles around my
clit that I chase, digging my heels into the mattress. I can feel the wetness
on the sheet beneath me as he caresses my breasts and stomach.
I don’t understand why he's bothering to pleasure me, why he would
care about my enjoyment if all he wants is to use me to get off. He seems
determined to make me orgasm, and there's a bizarre tenderness to the way
he touches me, like trying to soothe a frightened animal.
And like the perverted bitch that I am, I've gobbled it right up.
Jaw clenched, I let out an incoherent squeal. I want this and yet I want
no part of this, but my body couldn't care less what my mind wants, because
it needs to come.
Now.
So, I do. Hard. Like a cramp in my side. Only it's between my legs and
it pleases as much as it pains. I bite my lips together, fighting back moans. I
don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s made me come, but
it's like he can smell it.
He smooths a hand down my thigh, and it reminds me of how my daddy
used to pet me when I'd wake up after a nightmare. I crack open at the
gesture, whimpering like something small and pitiful. He glides the wand
down to my opening. I cringe at the slick sounds of my wetness as he dips
the tip between my lips.
My whole body tenses. There's a reason I only ever touch my clit when
I masturbate. It's because no one has ever been inside me. Not even myself.
He switches the vibrator off and then strokes my pussy with his fingers,
coating them with my juices. He teases my opening, then slides two fingers
inside me and curls them.
I cry out.
Tears wet my cheeks. “No, please,” I croak. “I've never done it… Don't
make me...”
He tilts his head, his fingers slowing until they're barely moving at all.
Realization flashes in his eyes: he's about to rape a virgin.
For a second, I think he might actually take pity on me.
Then, I hear the hum.
He brings the vibrator back to my clit.
“No!” I whine as pleasure rips through me, making my pussy clench
around his fingers. What starts out as pain quickly softens into pleasure,
until having him inside me feels good. He strokes the front wall of my
pussy until I can’t think beyond this moment. Can’t feel anything beyond
the ache in my pelvis and the pressure building between my thighs.
Bearing down, I come again, and this time, I scream. The man hums
with pleasure, running his fingers up and down over my wet pussy lips.
“Let’s not wake the neighbors, princess.”
The nickname jolts me out of my stupor. There's only one person in the
world who calls me princess.
“Daddy?”
He pets my cheek and then pulls off his mask.
Relief flows through me, followed by betrayal. I can't believe my daddy
would do this to me. I should feel nauseous, livid, repulsed. I should not be
thanking God that the man who just violated me is also the man I love more
than anyone else in the world.
“Why?” My voice shakes.
He smooths a hand up my chest to cup my breast. “Because it’s what
you need.”
I gasp as he lowers his mouth to my nipple, something he couldn't do
while wearing the mask. His warm, wet mouth feels like the opposite of
wrong, though there’s no way this could ever be right.
I should tell him this has to stop. I should demand he untie me and then
immediately call the police. But I can’t. Because I need this, and he knows
it. So I give up on thoughts of fighting, of pleading, of thinking this could
end any other way. Daddy knew from the start that I needed to say No,
which is why he never gave me a chance to say Yes in the first place.
“Don't,” I whisper, not because I think it’ll stop him, but because it turns
me on to say it.
He sucks my nipple until it’s as stiff as a pebble, then he sits up straight.
The bulge in his slacks is enormous. I can already feel my clit pulsing and
my muscles clenching.
He frees his cock from his pants. It jumps out, thick and long and
dripping precum. He rubs the head against my clit, then slides it down my
pussy. With a groan, he pushes it inside me.
“It hurts,” I cry, my muscles stretching to accept him. “Oh, don’t,
Daddy, please!”
Daddy fucks me slow, letting me get used to having his big cock inside
me. I beg him to stop even as I feel myself growing wetter. He captures my
words with his mouth, and I let him slip his tongue between my lips as he
fucks me, possessing me at both ends. Tears wet the hair at my temples.
My muscles relax enough that they don’t hurt anymore. Being fucked
starts to feel good. Daddy grunts as I rise to meet his thrusts, his hand
coming up to grasp my jaw. His pace quickens. He fucks me hard and my
pussy takes it, but it’s not enough on its own. I resign myself to not coming
a third time, until Daddy sits up without pulling out.
I hear the familiar hum.
“Oh, God.” I gasp the words.
He presses the vibrator to my clit and immediately my legs start to
tremble. Pleasure hits me like a train between my thighs and suddenly I’m
coming hard, grabbing his cock so tight I think it might break off. He slams
into me, his own body going rigid. I feel his cock pulse as he comes inside
me, spilling slick heat that spills out onto my already soaked sheets.
I hadn’t even thought to worry that I’m not on birth control.
“Christ...” Daddy pulls out and quickly unties my hands and ankles.
I rub my sore wrists and say nothing, unsure of what to say. Daddy
seems at a loss, too, unable to look at me. He tucks his cock back inside his
sweatpants, then sighs heavily.
“Are you okay?”
Am I? I don’t know. I roll to face the wall, feeling at once numb and
overcome.
“I’ll let you get some sleep,” he whispers. “Goodnight, princess. I love
you.”
The door clicks shut. I close my eyes.
“I love you, too, Daddy.”
The next day, Daddy leaves early and comes home late. I pretend not to
notice that he’s avoiding me. Neither of us seems to know how to act
around the other, so we pass like ships until nightfall when we disappear
into our bedrooms.
Sometimes I hate him, while other times, I love him more than words
can say.
After dancing around each other for over a week, I finally find the
words I need to tell him over breakfast.
“Daddy?” I say, pushing aside my cereal bowl.
He eyes me over his coffee cup. “Yeah, princess?”
I lay the ski mask on the table. “Next time you come to my room at
night, don’t tie me up. I’d like to try fighting back a little.”
Little Star
I nternational super - spy B eck J ohnson shrugs off his leather jacket and
rolls up his sleeves.
“If I don't diffuse the bomb,” he says, “everyone in the city will die.”
“We can't let that happen,” I say, cupping his chiseled jaw in my hands.
“You can do this, Beck. I know you can. My uncle wouldn’t have hired you
to protect me if he didn’t think you could keep me alive.”
Beck sighs loudly and shakes his head. “Well, in case this is our last
moment on Earth, there's something I have to do first.”
“What's that?” I ask.
He lunges towards me, his lips crashing into mine. His breath is
garlicky. He must've had a calzone for lunch again. Fucking amateur. He
slips his eel-like tongue into my mouth.
I shove him off me. “What the fuck?”
“Cut!” the director shouts. “What the hell was that, Shannon?”
“He stuck his fucking tongue down my throat,” I shout.
Leo, my obnoxious co-star, throws up his hands. “The script says ‘he
kisses her passionately.’ I was kissing you passionately.”
“You were mapping my fucking tonsils.”
He stomps like an overgrown toddler—a very un-Beck Johnson-like
gesture. “I can't work like this, Jack!”
The director pinches the spot between his eyes. “Jesus Christ. You know
what? Fine. We're not gonna get the shot tonight. We'll pick this up
tomorrow. Five AM, sharp.”
I hurry off to wardrobe to drop off my character’s too-tight dress, and
slip into my long pink bathrobe. My phone vibrates on the way to my
trailer, but I don’t answer it. I just want to get dressed and get back to my
hotel room, order room service and pass out in front of the TV.
Safe in my trailer, I sit down at the vanity and start to remove my
makeup. As I wipe away the layers, the girl I used to be appears in the
mirror like an apparition. She’s young, but tired. Pretty, but sad. And though
we share a face, we have almost nothing in common aside from a shared
childhood spent hunting and fishing and playing in the woods.
I started acting five years ago, when I was fourteen, but it wasn't until I
landed the starring role as the president’s daughter in a romantic comedy
that I became famous. Now I have a big, fancy apartment in Los Angeles
and more money than I can figure out how to spend. I have assistants and
publicists and agents and fans. So. Many. Fans.
But the people and things I miss the most are all back home in Oregon.
Like my family's country house with the aboveground pool and the big
Douglas fir out front. My dog, Baxter, my real friends, and of course, my
parents. I’d give anything to taste my mom's lasagna, to sit on the porch
with a hot mug of cocoa, my head resting on my daddy's chest as we watch
the stars come out.
A soft knock raps on my trailer door. I clench my jaw. It’s probably my
assistant with some inane problem, like what shoes I plan on wearing to the
Golden Globes.
I throw the door open. “What is it—”
My jaw drops a hundred stories as I take in the man in front of me. His
dark brows and laugh lines, the coating of scruff along his jaw, and the
bouquet of pink roses in his hand.
My daddy. He’s here. I can’t believe it.
“Daddy!” I throw my arms around him like a small child. He lifts me
off my feet as he hugs me.
“Looks like someone's happy to see me,” he says, setting me back on
the ground.
I am happy to see him. Happier than I've been in months. “How is this
even possible?”
“Your assistant snuck me in,” he says. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, it worked.” I take his hand and pull him into my trailer. “Come
in. How are Mom and Baxter?”
The door closes behind him. He glances around my trailer, and I
immediately start picking up stray clothes off the floor.
“Baxter’s good,” he says. “Your mom sends her love and wants to know
if you plan on coming home for the Fourth of July.”
“I really hope I can.” I can already smell Mom’s teriyaki barbecue
chicken and hear the hot dogs sizzling on the grill. Then I remember I’m
supposed to be filming a commercial in Japan the first week of July. My
hopes sink like a brick as my eyes burn with tears. “God, Daddy, I missed
you so much. I can't believe you're really here.”
“Believe it,” he says, taking the bundle of clothes from my arms and
setting them down on a nearby chair. He wipes the tears from my eyes, his
gaze full of concern. “Are you all right, Shannon? Did something happen?”
I shake my head. “I'm just feeling homesick. It's good to see you.”
My daddy guides me to the couch where he pulls me onto his lap. I rest
my head against shoulder and sigh. This is just what I need, a moment of
peace and quiet, and my daddy's strong arms wrapped around me. I can
forget all about the movie and my Hollywood obligations, stop worrying
about being America’s Sweetheart and concentrate on being Daddy’s little
girl.
He kisses my forehead. I tilt my face to look at him, and he strokes my
cheek with his knuckles. “You're so beautiful, Shannon,” he says. “I know
you’re busy working hard, but you're always welcome at home, and not just
for holidays.”
I wish I could go home. Just for a few days. Having my daddy in my
trailer is almost like having a piece of home here in Los Angeles.
The need to kiss him is as involuntary as the need to breathe. I press my
lips to his neck. He shivers, his arms tightening around me.
“What was that for?” he asks, his voice breathy.
“Nothing. I just love you, that’s all.”
“I love you, too, sweetheart.” He cradles the back of my head. “The
house feels empty without you. Sometimes I watch your movies just to hear
your voice.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He gazes into my eyes. “That indie movie you made two
summers ago, Nights in Savannah? I could watch that movie every day and
not get tired of it.”
Warmth fills my cheeks. Nights in Savannah is my most revealing role,
both physically and emotionally. It’s a film about a girl who runs away from
home and gets caught up with an older man who turns her into a high-class
call girl.
I wasn't quite eighteen when production started, so we had to wait until
my birthday to shoot the nude scenes, of which there were many. My
character loses her virginity pretty early in the film. I remember being
terrified the night before we shot it. I was a virgin then. I’m still a virgin
now, something the celebrity gossip sites would be shocked to learn.
“It's no surprise why everyone wants a piece of you,” my daddy says,
sweeping a lock of hair from my face. “Sometimes I get so jealous that I
have to share you. You’ll always be my little girl, I know that. But you’re
not all mine anymore.”
“Yes, I am.” I drape my arms around his neck. He runs his thumb along
my bottom lip, and once again I feel the urge to kiss him. So I do.
I kiss him on the lips.
My daddy tenses at first, then relaxes. He cradles my face and kisses me
back. What starts out as a sweet, soft kiss deepens into something that
makes my pussy tighten. My pulse jumps and my nipples harden in my bra.
Daddy’s hands smooth up and down my body, reminding me that I’m not
wearing much of anything beneath my bathrobe.
I gasp as my daddy’s hand slips inside my robe.
“Daddy, what are you doing?”
“You’re so gorgeous, Shannon.” He kisses me again. “I love you so
much.”
“I love you, too. But...” He cups my breast, his thumb sliding back and
forth over my tight nipple. His touch makes my clit tingle. My heart pounds
and I start to panic. We shouldn’t be doing this. What if someone sees us? I
turn my face away. “No, Daddy, you can’t.”
He kisses my neck and I can’t help the moan that falls from my lips.
Why is he doing this? And more importantly, why don’t I feel disgusted by
how good he’s making me feel? He hooks his finger into my bra cup. “I just
want to see, sweetheart. Let Daddy see you.”
He pulls my bra down, baring my breast. My nipple tingles like it
knows he’s looking at it. My daddy makes a low, growling sound in his
throat that makes me want to press my thighs together. He licks his lips,
then draws my other cup down, exposing me completely.
“God, they’re even more perfect in person,” he says. I’m confused by
his words until I remember that he’s been watching my movies. Funny how
I never felt embarrassed about the thought of him seeing me naked on
screen.
I barely have time to say Stop as he dips forward to lick my nipple. The
wet heat of his tongue swirling around and around makes me tremble. I’m
turned-on—so turned-on that part of me wishes I could touch myself, or
that he might touch me...down there. I squirm in his lap, and something
hard pushes against me from below.
“Daddy, what is that?”
“What’s what?”
“That hard thing in your pocket.”
He chuckles. “Don’t worry about it.”
It’s most definitely not nothing.
“Is it your cock?” When he doesn’t respond, I grind my ass onto his
bulge, my curiosity getting the better of me.
He moans softly as his hand comes to rest on my hip.
“Let me see it, Daddy.”
He looks at me, his gaze dark with lust. “You want to see my cock?”
“You’ve seen me,” I say. “It’s only fair.”
Daddy sets me on the cushion beside him and then reaches for his belt.
My mouth waters as he takes his cock out. He holds it in his fist, and I
watch him stroke himself. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My hands
move of their own will, untying the cord around my waste, slipping off my
robe, and shirking my bunched-up bra completely.
I play with my nipples as I watch him pump his fat daddy cock, his free
hand coming to rest on my thigh. He smooths his hand up and down, a little
higher each time until he reaches my panties. I whimper as he pets my
pussy through my underwear, drawing a crease between my lips. I spread
my legs wide.
“These are pretty,” he says. “Take them off.”
I lift my ass and slide my panties to the floor.
My daddy whistles approvingly. “Now, give me your hand,” he says,
and I do.
He wraps my fist around his cock and shows me how to stroke him. Up
and down. Not too tight, not too loose. Just right.
I gasp as he parts my pussy lips, then dips a finger into my opening—
just barely—to wet it before bringing his slippery finger up to my clit.
“Does that feel good, baby girl?”
“It feels so good, Daddy.” I can’t help the way my hips rock as he
pleasures me. I stroke his cock faster. “Am I making you feel good, too?”
“God, yes, sweetheart.” He kisses me deeply. “You’ve done this before,
haven’t you?”
I shake my head. “Never.”
“Really?” He exhales the word, his head falling back against the couch.
He dips his finger into my pussy again, this time easing it inside. My
muscles squeeze him. “Shit, I can’t believe it. Millions of people have seen
your tits and watched you fuck like a prostitute, yet somehow, you’re still a
virgin.”
“That’s just acting, Daddy.” I jerk off his cock as he finger-fucks me and
grinds the heel of his palm against my clit. It feels wonderful. My fingers
are too short to reach that far inside myself, but my daddy’s hands are big.
His cock is big, too. It pulses in my fist. I run my hand up and over the
head, spreading the fluid that’s collected there, and wonder how the hell
something that big could ever manage to fit inside such a small space.
He pulls out of me to concentrate on rubbing my clit. I can feel the
tremors of my orgasm like the first rumbles of an earthquake. As the
pleasure mounts, builds, and then bursts inside me, my whole body
shudders. My muscles clench. I moan and then clamp a hand over my
mouth as I remember where I am. If my assistant were to walk in, or a
security guard, my career—my life—would be over.
Still twitching, I melt against my daddy. He pets my pussy as I come
down, sending little shockwaves through my bloodstream. He kisses my
forehead.
“Come straddle Daddy’s lap, sweetheart,” he says, pulling me onto him.
He peppers my face and throat with kisses, his beard tickling my
sensitive skin. I shiver as his cock twitches, bouncing off my thigh, then
gasp as the head prods my opening.
“Daddy, no. We can’t do that!”
“Of course we can,” he says. “We can do whatever we want. And I want
you so bad, baby girl.”
My pulse races as my mind and body struggle for dominance. Daddy
grips my hips, forcing me down onto the head of his cock. It feels like I’m
being stretched to the breaking point, but somehow, he manages to make us
fit.
“Daddy...” I try to rise off of him, but he has me pinned. He doesn’t stop
pushing until I’m fully stuffed.
“Jesus,” he rasps.
I whimper as he maneuvers my hips, making me glide up and down
along his shaft. It feels right, like my body was made for this, though part of
me knows it’s wrong. His cock fills me with every thrust until I start to
crave it, until I’m fucking him all by myself.
“That’s it, Shannon,” he says. “Ride Daddy’s cock.”
I grip his shoulders for leverage so I can fuck him harder and deeper. No
longer controlling my hips, his hands squeeze my breasts and toy with my
nipples. My body hums with forbidden pleasure. I’m like an engine being
revved, louder and louder, raring to go. I had no idea getting fucked would
feel this good, or that coming with a cock inside me would be like a regular
orgasm times ten. As my muscles clench around my daddy’s cock, I can’t
help digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Fuck, Daddy, that feels... Oh God, I can’t stop.”
I come like the shot at the start of a race, hard and fast. My daddy
groans, his hands gripping my hips as he fucks me. I’m spent. I can’t do
anything but sit there and get pounded, which is fine by me because it feels
amazing.
“I’m coming,” he says. “Shit, baby, Daddy’s coming.”
“Wait! I’m not on the—”
But it’s too late. He’s already coming. Ramming his cock once, twice,
three times, deep inside me. Shooting hot, thick cum into my formerly
virgin pussy. His cock throbs. I can feel his cum dripping out of me,
streaming down my inner thigh.
My daddy’s hands glide over my ass and up my back, then down again.
I whimper as his cock slips out of me. He kisses me and brushes my sweat-
dampened hair from my face.
“That was so fucking hot,” he says. “Better than I ever could’ve
imagined.”
“Have you been imagining it?”
“I have.” He caresses my cheek. “More times than I can count. I just
wish we didn’t have to wait until July to do it again.”
I kiss my daddy deeply, passionately. Like the perfect romantic movie
kiss.
“I think I can shift my schedule around.”
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yeah. I’ve been driving myself crazy, working nonstop. I think it’s
about time I came home.”
Private Dancer
“W ell , H olly , that was delicious .” My dad rubs his belly and lays his
napkin on the table. “You're a better cook than your mom ever was, that's
for sure.”
“Thanks, Daddy.” I can't help the somewhat smug smile that pulls at my
lips. I love making my daddy happy, especially around Christmas.
“What time are your mom and Rick getting back tomorrow?”
“She said after noon.” I finish my last bite of prime rib and wash it
down with warm apple cider. “I wish they were staying at Rick's parents’
house ’til New Year's, like last year.”
My mom and my stepdad Rick get so stressed out around the holidays.
When they said I didn't have to go upstate with them and my stepsiblings
this year, I jumped on the chance to stay home. I love being able to traipse
around the house in my underwear whenever I want. Plus, I got to invite my
daddy over for Christmas dinner.
“At least you have one more night to yourself,” he says. “What do you
think you'll do?”
“I don't know. Maybe watch a movie or a show, after dipping into Rick's
liquor cabinet, of course.”
“I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.” My dad laughs and then sighs, his
gaze wistful. “I can't believe your first semester at college is over already.
Seems like only yesterday you were dancing on my feet in the living room.”
The memory makes me feel warm all over. Back when my parents were
still together, and we lived in the same house, I was a total Daddy's girl. We
were inseparable. Now I'm lucky if I see him once a month.
We clear the table and pack up the leftovers. Dad insists on rinsing the
dishes and helping me load them into the dishwasher. I cut us two big slices
of pecan pie, which we take to the living room to eat by the Christmas tree.
After a few minutes, my dad cocks his head. “Hey, what's that down
there?”
I look to where he's pointing. There's a present under the tree that wasn't
there before.
“I don't know.” I kneel on the carpet and pick up the present, turning it
over. “There's no name on it.”
“That's odd. Maybe it's from Santa.”
I stick out my tongue. “Ha ha.”
“Why don't you open it?”
“What if it’s not for me?”
“I’m pretty sure it’s for you.” He winks. I pull off the bow and stick it to
my shirt, then peel back the paper. It's a framed photo of the two of us from
my high-school graduation, standing beneath a cherry blossom tree with our
arms around each other. I can't get over how happy we look, and how
handsome my dad is. He looks younger than forty-three, his biceps testing
the limits of his white dress shirt.
No wonder he's never had trouble finding a girlfriend—until this year, at
least. I had half expected him to tell me he was going away for Christmas
when I invited him to dinner. To my surprise, he was free and excited to
spend the day with his daughter instead of some spray-tanned MILF.
“But Daddy, you said we weren't doing presents this year!”
He shrugs. “I couldn't not get my little girl something.”
“But...” I frown. “I don't have anything for you.”
“You cooked me a four-course dinner. That's better than any present you
could’ve bought me.” He gathers the wrapping paper and then bends down
to stroke my cheek. “Do you like it?”
I hug the framed photo to my chest. “I love it. Thank you, Daddy.”
He kisses my forehead and then my nose. Something like desire flashes
in his eyes and he hesitates before kissing my lips. The kiss lingers a few
seconds longer than one would expect between family.
When it ends, I find myself disappointed.
“Guess it's time for me to hit the road,” he says.
“Already?” I don't want him to go. I want him to stay a while. Just a few
more minutes. Or hours. Or even the whole night through. I want to curl up
with him by the fire and snuggle the way we used to. “Can't you stay a little
longer?”
“It's supposed to snow all night. You don't want your old man to get
caught in the storm, do you?”
A quick glance out the window shows the snow is already coming down
pretty heavily. I don't want him to get stuck, but I also don't want him to
leave.
All at once, I know what I can give him for Christmas. Something I've
been holding on to since the day he gave me “the talk” about how my body
is precious and that I shouldn't let just anyone touch it. My nipples tingle
and my pussy tightens just thinking about what I want to do with him.
I slip on my sweetest smile like a red Christmas sweater. “But Daddy,
it's cold outside. You should stay here with me tonight, where it's warm.”
“I doubt your mother would be keen on me spending the night.”
“She doesn't have to know.” I scooch closer to him. “Just stay a little
longer. Please?”
He pets my hair, his gaze lingering on my lips. “All right, sweetheart.
Just a bit longer.”
I stand and kiss him on the cheek. “I'm just going to run upstairs and
change into something more comfortable. Be right back.”
I dash upstairs and strip out of my clothes, then rummage through my
drawers for my red bra and panty set. Over that, I put on my prettiest white
nightgown with a low-cut lace neckline. On my way back to the living
room, I stop at Rick's liquor cabinet for a bottle of rum.
“Wow.” My dad eyes me approvingly, and maybe a little nervously, too.
“You look...festive. Is that what you usually wear to bed?”
“Sometimes.” I pour a splash of rum into his cocoa. “Most of the time I
just sleep naked.”
His throat shifts as he swallows. I'm about to pour another glug of rum
into his cocoa when he stops me. “That's enough sweetheart, thank you. I
still have to drive home tonight.”
“Oh, but Daddy, it's so cold and snowy outside. You'll freeze on your
way home.” I take a sip of his spiked cocoa and wince. He chuckles. I grasp
his hand. “Dance with me, like old times.”
He smiles. “All right. One song.”
I put on a quiet Christmas song and make sure the gas fireplace is
emitting heat. My dad smiles as I wrap my arms around him, pressing my
breasts a bit more firmly against him than necessary. He rests his hands on
my waist and sways with me to the melody. I turn my face so that my
mouth is close to his neck.
“Isn't this nice? So warm and cozy.”
“It is, princess.” His hand slides to my lower back. “This is the best
Christmas I've had in a long time.”
“Me, too.” I touch my lips to his throat. He tenses, but doesn't stop
dancing. I step back so he can spin me like he used to, then return to his
arms with my back to his chest. Carefully, so as not to seem obvious, I press
my ass into his crotch.
Something springy pushes back at me. I press harder.
My dad steps away, his gaze wary and cheeks flushed. “I really should
be going, Holly.”
“Aw, just one more dance, Daddy. Please!”
“I'm sorry, but the answer is no.” He goes to the closet to get his coat.
Damn it, I've spooked him! He must think I’m going to freak out if I notice
he’s hard for me. I have to let him know that it's okay to want me.
I trail him to the door and then slip past him to block the knob. “Can I
have a kiss?”
My dad shrugs into his coat. “One kiss, and then I have to go.”
I present my mouth for kissing. As he comes in for the kiss, I press my
hands to his chest and part my lips. As if on reflex, his own mouth opens,
and I slip my tongue inside before he can shut it. His tongue strokes mine
tentatively, then with purpose. I stretch the kiss out as long as I can before
he pulls back, panting.
“That was a very nice kiss, sweetheart. Maybe too nice...”
“No such thing as too nice for you, Daddy.” I kiss him again. “Isn't my
mouth warm?”
“It is, yes,” he says warily. I kiss the small bit of his chest that I can get
to above his shirt buttons, then drop to my knees on the rug. “What are you
doing, sweetheart?”
I reach for his belt. “Making you warm.”
“Holly, don’t, I’m—” His eyes go wide as I pull out his cock, so
swollen and alive in my fist. I might be a below-the-belt virgin, but I’ve
given my share of blow jobs over the years, mostly to get the guys to stop
hounding me for penetrative sex. My knowhow comes in handy here; even
my dad can’t say no to the promise of a warm, wet mouth on his cock.
I kiss and tongue the little slit at the top of the head, pausing to glance
up at him every once in a while. He stares, mesmerized. I take the head into
my mouth and suck gently. My dad pets my hair but doesn’t try and stop
me.
“What if your mother comes home?” he whispers.
“If she does, she’ll get to see what she’s been missing all these years.” I
take him deeper into my mouth.
He moans as I stroke back and forth along his shaft in time with my
sucking. He braces his hands on the door so he can thrust, fucking my fist
and mouth. His eyes are closed. His cock pulses and a drop of salty precum
coats my tongue. As hot as it is, making him feel good, I don’t him to come
yet. If he finishes too soon, he’s going to leave.
I rise to my feet, but keep my hand on his shaft. As soon as my mouth is
within reach, he pulls me in for a kiss.
The honk of a car horn outside makes him jump. He moves out of reach.
“It’s just the neighbors,” I say gently, trying to reassure him.
He doesn’t look reassured.
“Holly, I have to go.”
“But we’re having so much fun.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“You’re afraid of this?” I drape the hem of my nightgown over his cock
and stroke him through the silken fabric. The noise he makes at the back of
his throat makes my nipples harden.
“I’m afraid of what will happen if I let you keep doing that.”
“There’s nothing to be scared of, Daddy. We love each other.” I lick my
lips. “Your cock is so warm. Don’t take it out into the cold. Come and sit by
the fire with me.”
I take his coat and then guide him back to the living room where I tell
him to sit in Rick’s big green chair. As I straddle my dad’s lap, I slide the
straps of my nightgown down my arms, letting the silk pool around my
hips.
“That’s a fancy bra you have on,” he says.
“I wore it for you, Daddy.” Taking his hands, I place them on my
breasts. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”
“So nice.” He kisses the swell of my cleavage, still squeezing. I rock
back and forth over his cock. He teases one of the foam cups down,
exposing my nipple. “You have a gorgeous body, Holly. Just like I
imagined.”
“You imagined my body?” I shiver as his breath washes over my breast.
He leans forward to take my nipple into his mouth. “Oh, God...”
Reaching around, I unhook my bra and remove it, baring myself to him.
My daddy swears under his breath as he cups my tits and draws his tongue
back and forth across my nipples.
“I’ve imagined you naked so many times,” he says. “I never thought I’d
get to see it.”
My clit aches, begging to be invited to join in on the fun. Grasping my
daddy’s cock, I position the head just over my clit and start to grind.
“Oh... Oh...” I whimper as a pleasure balloon swells and bursts between
my thighs. My dad moans, too, then slides his hand into my panties. I shiver
as he strokes my clit, the fingers of his free hand continuing their wonderful
assault on my nipples.
“This has to be a Christmas miracle,” he says, right before he kisses me.
He plays with my clit until I’m twitching and crying into his mouth.
Again, I wrap my nightgown around his cock and stroke. He tilts his pelvis
with every pass, fucking my fist and wetting my nightgown with precum. I
gasp as he slides two fingers into my pussy.
“Whoa, you are tight.” His words are laced with wonder and lust.
“Don’t tell me you’re still a virgin. There’s no way I’m that lucky.”
I nod.
“How is that possible?” he asks. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“I’ve been saving it ever since you told me to.” I tighten my grip on his
cock. “I think it’s time I gave it up to someone special.”
My dad slides out of my pussy to circle my clit, then withdraws from
my panties completely. He licks his fingers and hums. “I would love to be
your first, baby girl. But first, let’s make sure you’re good and ready for me.
Lay down on the carpet.”
My nightgown falls as I climb off him. I recline on the floor, gazing up
at the glittering Christmas tree and the angel on top. My dad pulls his shirt
off and steps out of his pants before he joins me, hooking my knees over his
shoulders. He licks his lips and then licks me.
“Oh my God!” I moan as his tongue lathes over my clit, so wet and
warm. He covers my pussy with his mouth and works his tongue against
me. I bite my knuckle and try to stop my hips from moving too much, but
it’s difficult. What he’s doing feels too damn good.
“You like that, baby?” he asks.
“It’s amazing, Daddy.” I can feel the pressure mounting, an orgasm just
around the bend. The only thing that could make it better is to have my
nipples played with, so I toy with them myself. My dad looks up and
smiles. He likes to watch me touch myself. He doubles down on his pussy
licking, and in seconds I’m a writhing, moaning mess of a human.
“You make the best noises, sweetheart.” He wipes his mouth with the
back of his hand and crawls up my body. The head of his cock nudges my
pussy. I watch, riveted, as he positions himself at my opening. “Deep
breaths, baby.”
I inhale and then cry out as he eases inside me, the big, bulbous head
pushing past my lips and stretching my muscles. My dad’s stomach is taut,
as are his arms, braced on either side of me. I grasp his shoulders and watch
as his long, fat cock, disappears inside my body.
“Does it hurt?” he rasps.
It does hurt a little. “Not really.”
“You’ll get used to it.” He gives a few test thrusts, which have me
shaking. “Play with your clit until it feels good.”
I do what he tells me to, licking my fingers and stroking my clit as he
moves in and out of me. I can’t believe I’m watching my daddy fuck me.
But in truth, there’s no one I’d rather give my cherry to. No one who would
appreciate it more than the man who’s loved me since I was a baby. It’s
because of him that I’ve grow into a strong, capable girl. Why shouldn’t he
be the one to make me a woman?
“Oh, Daddy, it’s good. Fuck, it’s so good...” I press my feet to the floor
so I can rise to meet his thrusts. The pain is gone, replaced by the sweetest
pleasure. I hold on tight to him as he fucks me harder. His breathing is
shallow and labored. He watches my breasts bounce with each pounding. I
squeeze them together, pinch my own nipples and moan.
“Baby, that’s fucking hot.” His mouth falls open. “Fuck, I’m coming.
Daddy’s coming, baby.”
It occurs to me that he’s not wearing a condom, and I’m not on birth
control.
“Wait, Daddy, you can’t come inside me!”
“It’s too late,” he says through clenched teeth. “Fuck, I can’t...stop...”
He slams into me. His cock swells, and I can feel the wet heat pouring
into my pussy. Knowing he’s coming makes my pussy throb and tighten. I
come, too. Not as intense as the first time, but enough to make me feel
warm all over.
My dad collapses on top of me, clearly exhausted. I wrap my arms and
legs around him.
“Did you like your present, Daddy?”
“I loved it.” He rolls onto his side and caresses my belly. “I’m sorry I
couldn’t stop.”
“It’s okay.” I bite my lip, not sure if I want to say what I’m thinking.
Fuck it. If Daddy loves me, then he loves all of me, including the things that
could live inside me. “Maybe by this time next year, we’ll have a Christmas
miracle.”
To my surprise, he smiles.
“I would love that, sweetheart.” He kisses me long and deep. “Let’s plan
to spend every Christmas together from here on out.”
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