The Naughty

Naughty

My threesomes have been shit so far. Pathetic little boys who wanted to take it in turns. They're all so afraid of other men's dicks, like another cock is a threat to their fragile masculinity. I need an older man, someone who knows how to fuck. Someone who can free the dirty little whore inside of me.

What does he see in my mother? Really? What can he possibly see in her?

If only Aimeeknew what I could see in her mother. If only she knew the reasons why I'd married the woman on a beach. If I told her the real story, she might never want to speak to me again.

I slammed Aimee's diary shut as Steve from HR approached my desk. Not a-fucking-gain.

"Kyle," he smiled. "Do you have a minute?"

"What now?" I snapped. "Haven't you had everything from me ten times over?"

"I need to ask you a few more questions," he said. "I know you covered it all with the management team, but I need a writeup for the file."

I sighed in exasperation, on the edge of my temper. "How many more times do we need to go through this crap?"

Steve's happy expression turned sour. "Until the company is happy you no longer pose a threat to security."

"I had an addiction to online gambling, not military level hacking. Jesus Christ."

"You know the regulations, Kyle."

I held up my hands. "Fine, whatever. Let's get this shit over with."

I braced myself for another shitty day in paradise.

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Any resolveI had to play the good wholesome guy with Aimee was gone when I stepped in through the door. My day at the office had been a frustrating shit show, and I was fed up with the humiliation. People make mistakes. It's life. Just how long was I going to have to suffer for mine?

My stepdaughter could read my mood. She presented me with a cup of tea and I gave her athanks.I was impressed by how well she knew I liked it, considering she'd never made one for me before.

"Good day?" she asked, even though the answer was obvious.

"I've had better."

She sat opposite me at the dining table with a tea of her own.

"Same. College was shit today. People were laughing at me."

My attention turned from my own bullshit straight onto hers.

"How did you handle them?"

She was so quick to defend herself.

"I was good, I promise. I didn't bitch back."

"Good. Let them be dickheads if they want to be. They aren't worth your time."

She didn't look convinced. "It was much easier when I'd give them a middle finger and be a bitchy little cow right back at them."

"It may seem it, but being quiet and self-assured says a lot more for your confidence than lowering yourself to their level."

"Maybe."

"Definitely," I assured her. "They aren't worth shit compared to you."

She laughed. "How do you know that? You've never even seen them."

My shrug was casual. "I don't need to, sweetheart. I know you."

She put her mug of tea down, staring over like I'd just told her the moon was made of cheese.

"What?"

My tone was still casual.

"I know you, Aimee. I know what you're worth, even if you don't know it yourself. You're a great girl who can go on to achieve great things, even if you can't see it in yourself yet."

"Thanks," she said, but it was weak. Vulnerable.

I stared across the table at her, surprised to see how much my words had touched her. I wondered, genuinely, whether anyone had ever shown they truly believed in her.

"I mean it," I told her. "You'll go on to great things. You're a great girl who needs to realise it for yourself. The assholes at college don't have a fucking clue what they're talking about."

I was surprised when she wiped a tear away, trying her best to hide it.

"What?" I pushed. "What is it?"

"I just…" She sighed. "I just wonder what would have happened if you'd have been here sooner… if maybe I wouldn't have been such a slut."

I sat back in my chair. "You think being a slut is a sign of failure?"

"Isn't it?"

"No. Being a bossy cow who is rude and snarky and won't let people care about her is what your problem has been. Not the fact you enjoy cock."

That made her laugh through her tears.

"Yeah, well, thanks for your insight, Daddy. At least you're giving me one cock to enjoy more than eighty others."

The glint in her eyes was back. Filthy and wanting, despite her tears and vulnerability. It was an absolutely gorgeous combination.

"Come here," I said. "Let Daddy give you what you need."

I hoisted her up onto the table when she reached my side, hitching up her skirt to show her panties. I tugged them aside, adoring how wet she was. Her pussy was definitely ready for me, she bucked against my thumb as soon as I pressed it to her clit.

"Have you been thinking about me?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

"I've been thinking about you, too," I said, and worked three fingers inside her.

My sweet little baby was ready to come for me in no time, grinding herself against my hand like a dream. She was a treasure to watch as she leant back and spread her legs wider, letting me take what I wanted.

I wanted her pussy around my dick.