The Naughty

Naughty

I lowered my pants and thrust inside her in one.

"Good girl," I whispered, and she liked that. It made her squirm. "That feels nice to hear, doesn't it? Being told what a good little girl you are."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Daddy's got a present for your hungry pussy," I told her, and pushed a finger inside her along with my cock.

She moaned but didn't protest, spreading her legs even wider.

"Want more from Daddy?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Yes, please."

I forced another finger inside her. Two in her pussy along with my dick. Fuck, it made her so damn tight.

"Is this a fantasy in your diary? Having your cunt stretched nice and wide?"

She nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

"That's a good girl," I whispered, and I kissed her. I kissed my stepdaughter like she was my baby girl and my horny slut, both at once. Hot and wet, gentle and loving, in a weird combination.

It felt really fucking good.

She came, but I didn't. She was panting as I pulled free, but I was still hard.

"Daddy's turn," I said, and slapped her thigh, ordering her onto her front for me.

I fucked that girl for hours, her ass and pussy eager for whatever I was giving her. Every word of praise I offered lit her up in a golden glow, making my heart thump along with my cock.

Maybe Aimee could really be a good little angel. Maybe she'd been hiding behind a veneer of bitch her whole life, because she just didn't know any better.

I was sure planning on finding out.

I let her stay in my bed that night, and she curled up close beside me.

"No nightmares for you tonight," I whispered, stroking my fingers up her arm.

"I hope not," she said.

"I know not," I told her, and kissed her forehead.

I'd enter her dreams myself to rescue her if I needed to.

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Work was a shitter,like usual, over the next few days. I hated every second of condescending crap they threw at me, but today had been particularly difficult – hauled into meetings all afternoon where they debated my worth.

I took it out on my stepdaughter the moment I got home, but not in the bitter way I'd pummelled sluts before. This was different.Wewere different.

My angel was getting to know me well, just like I was getting to know her.

Aimee slurped on my cock like a good little girl, staring up at me with big blue eyes. I forced myself deep into her throat, holding her head tight until she gagged and retched, jerking in my grip. I was high on aggravation. Pissed off with life, the world and everyone in it. She was the recipient of my frustration, and an eager one at that.

"That's it, sweetheart," I groaned. "Love Daddy's cock like he needs you to."

Her head bobbed with renewed effort, eyes glinting with heat as she stared up at me.

Four days of hot stepdaughter pussy and I was already a wreck. She was an addiction, invading every waking thought. The floodgates had truly opened, months of forbidden lust spilling out like an oil slick, coating my whole fucking world. I was listless at work without the deep fear of dread, not caring shit for office politics and all the usual bullshit. I'd also been ignoring the estate agent's calls. Completion of sale, I figured, on my piddly last apartment. The last part of me.

I yanked the chain around Aimee's neck, breaking the contact.

"Stand for me," I said. "Give Daddy a twirl."

She did as commanded, ever more the obedient subject. Her babydoll dress kissed the tops of her thighs, veiling the smooth little slit I craved so badly. I stopped her mid-twirl, lifting the lace to admire her smooth backside. I gave her a healthy slap, craving the bloom on her skin.

"Yes, Daddy..." she purred.

The girl was insatiable, just like me.

"Bend, baby, let me fill you up."

She folded at the waist, gripping her ankles to hold herself in position. I pulled aside the lace of her panties, breathing in the heady scent of her. I teased her hot little pussy with my tongue, only stopping to suck her soft rosy lips between my teeth. "Come for Daddy," I murmured.

My instruction was so beautiful in its simplicity. Come for me, just like that. I felt her shift her weight, relaxing into the privilege. God, how I buried my face in that cunt like she was my only salvation. Maybe she was.

I felt the sudden urge to confess all. Cough up my woes to my dirty angel and tell her what a loser Daddy really was.

Hey, baby, Daddy used to be a big shot. He used to have ten houses and a Porsche. Daddy used to have a villa in Spain and a sailboat off the Devon coast. He used to fuck a different woman every night and only drink champagne from tight, young pussy.

That's who Daddy was. Until Daddy lost it all in the financial crash.

Until Daddy tried to save his fortune by online gambling.

Until Daddy became an alcoholic loser. Playing online poker in company time.

Daddy was almost bankrupt. Almost homeless. Almost unemployed.

Until Louise Rowley.

"Daddy?" Aimee wheezed. "What's up with you?"

"What?" I grunted.

She stared back at me, eyebrows high. "You stopped."

I narrowed my eyes. "And?"

She turned away. "Sorry, I just... never mind."

I slapped her ass again, harder this time. "Don't question me."