“Bend over,” he ordered.
This was it. I quivered with anticipation as I leaned forward
against the tall palm tree in front of me. Daddy was about to
have his way with me, and it was the only thing in the world I
could think of. I pushed myself out towards him as I leaned
forward as best I could.
“Like this, Daddy?” I asked.
“Perfect, Baby,” came his response which sent a shiver down my
spine.
I felt the tip of him, like hot steel, rub itself along the length of
my dripping wet sex. As much as I could tell he wanted it, he
was going to tease me first. He stopped at my hole each time
he rubbed his way up and down my slit, inserting just a bit of
himself before going removing himself.
“Daddy,” I moaned more loudly than I had intended.
“Quiet,” he answered. “Someone’ll hear you.”
I bit down on my lip and pushed myself back against him. I
needed him inside of me. Between our earlier encounter in the
hot tub and the dream on the plane, I was well past my
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threshold for patience. I needed to be fucked, and I needed it then and there. Finally overcome with my need, I pushed back against him as he lined his cock head with my hole. In one swift motion, his entirety buried itself deep inside of me, and he let out a groan of satisfaction. We stayed there for some time,
locked in a forbidden embrace as I accustomed myself to
having his girth inside of me.
When I began to slowly rock myself forward and back on him,
he took it as a sign that I was ready.
I looked over my shoulder at him as he began to roughly piston
in and out of my pussy. His hands gripped firmly at my hips as
my inner walls gripped tightly at him each time he pushed his
way inside of me. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but seeing him
no away at me.
me over the edge sooner than I
had expected. Ecstasy filled my entire body, starting from my deepest depths, as my own Daddy’s cock sent me through the most world–shattering orgasm I had ever experienced. Behind me, Daddy kept fucking me, with almost unnaturally fast speed and the sound of our bodies slapping together filled the area.
My mouth dropped open in a silent wail as waves of pleasure washed over me. I fought with every fiber of my being, the desire to howl out as my entire body stiffened. Daddy’s breathing had become more ragged, and I knew that he was coming close to his own release. Inside of me, his cock was beginning to spasm and jump every time I tightened myself on
him.
“Cum inside of me, Daddy,” I whimpered. “Are you sure, Baby?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I begged. “I want your cum dripping out of my cunt.”
My raunchy words were all that he needed to push him over the edge. He gave one final thrust as I felt him flood my insides with his seed. A second, smaller orgasm washed over as he thrust slowly into me several more times and pumped wave after wave of his hot cum deep inside of me. My whole body shook at how inappropriate we had just been. My Daddy, the man who had helped raise me, had just filled my little pussy up with his cum.
I heard a sucking noise as he pulled his rapidly deflating manhood from inside of me, I pulled my bikini bottoms up, not wanting to spill a drop of the precious liquid he had just filled me with on the ground. By the time I had turned around, he had. already pulled up his swim trunks. He pulled me close, and we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. By the time we finally
broke our embrace, I could feel the mixed results of our deed
running down my inner thigh.
“Well we’ve worked up quite a sweat,” he said as he wiped if
his forehead. “Want to go for a dip in the pool?”
I didn’t want to swim, but the idea of sitting in public with
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Daddy’s seed spilling out of me was thrilling enough for me to
agree.
“Sure, Daddy,” I said.
If I am honest, Daddy and I didn’t get to see much of the resort
after that day. We rarely left our suite after our time at the pool
that day. We ordered room service and spent most of our time
in carnal embrace after carnal embrace. When it was finally time
to board the plane back to Nassau and our normal lives we
were both worried that the other might end our newfound
relationship once we had gotten back home.
Fortunately, that never happened. The time I spent with Daddy before leaving for college was one of the most fulfilling summers I had ever had. Even after going back to college I made sure to visit home on the weekends almost religiously. Mom’s drive to be the best at her job and work long hours had always been an inconvenience to us both until that weekend
vacation.
That’s all changed now. Even now, years after that vacation and married to a husband of my own, I still jump at the opportunity to spend time alone with my Daddy.
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I’m lying on my bed reading a magazine when Alex stops at my open door. “Ashley,” he says, “I’m running to the store. Do your want to go with me?”
“No thanks,” I reply. “I’m still in my nightshirt.” “Do you need anything?”
“Condoms.”
He does a double–take. “What?” I giggle. “Just joking.”
He frowns. “That’s nothing to joke about.” “Relax, Dad. Don’t take things so seriously.”
My stepdad is a cool guy, but he’s a little uptight. Especially when it comes to the subject of sex. Even though I’m not his real daughter, he’s very protective of me. He didn’t even allow me to go on a date until I was sixteen, and I had to call him every half hour to let him know I wasn’t raped and left for dead
in a ditch somewhere!
Now, two years later I’m eighteen, and I don’t have to call Alex
when I’m out on a date. But he grills every guy who comes to
pick me up like he’s the CIA interrogating a terrorist.
Of course, he would totally flip out if he knew I’d lost my virginity
a year ago. Not only that, I’d been sexually active since then.
From the way I always hear him and my Mom in their bedroom
arguing about sex, I probably get laid more than he does.
“If you decide you need anything,” he says, “text me.”
He’s the embodiment of masculine, with his rugged, scruffy
unshaven face, deep blue eyes, and longish dark hair. To
complete the look he’s wearing a red and black plaid flannel
shirt over his lean, muscular frame, and a pair of worn blue
jeans.
“Thanks,” I reply.
He disappears down the hall.
After I hear him go down the stairs, I move to my window and look out at our driveway. A minute later his SUV backs down
onto the road and heads off.
Finally, I’m alone in the house. I’ve been waiting for this
moment. Alex is at the store and my mom is off for the
weekend with her book club on a wine tasting tour.
I go downstairs and grab a chair from the kitchen, carrying it down the hall to the closed door to Alex’s home office. Placing
the chair in front of the door, I stand on it and reach up to the top of the frame, feeling for the key up there. After grabbing it, I hop down and move the chair out of the way.
Alex makes his living as a writer, and instead of commuting to
an office somewhere like other dads, he stays at home and writes. What does he write? I have no clue.
I’ve asked him many times, but he just brushes me off, telling me I wouldn’t be interested in the things he writes. I’ve told him I’d be interested in anything he writes, but he’s like a brick wall on the subject. Not only that, he keeps his office locked at all times he’s not in there. And any time I do come in to visit while he’s working, he quickly closes his laptop screen so I can’t see anything. It’s so frustrating. When I ask Mom about it, she just says it’s ‘technical instruction manuals‘ and I should stop worrying about it.
Then one day last week I’m vacuuming the carpet in the hall, and I accidentally bang the vacuum cleaner against the base of
the sky
onto the carpet. Of course, I check to see if it fits the lock, and
the door opens. Bingo.
the door to Alex’s office. As if by magic, a key falls s
I guess Alex figures with my five–feet–four height, I’d never discover the key at the top of the frame. While his six–feet–two allows him to just reach up and grab it.
Since I’m not alone in the house at the time, I put the key back on the frame and plan to use it when I had the chance.
And today is that chance.
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I slide the key into the lock and turn, and the lock pops open. I enter my stepdad’s forbidden sanctuary.
can feel my heartrate picking up. If Alex had forgotten anything and comes back, I would be busted without any reasonable excuse to be in here. He’d probably ground me for a month.
Artwork fills the walls and a couch sits along one side, but I ignore all of it and walk straight to his large wooden desk. I move behind it and sit it in the high–backed leather chair before opening his laptop. It starts right up, showing the login screen, including the request for a password.
Damn, I hadn’t considered this possibility.
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