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Step Daddy and I Finally Give In

Ever since I've been old enough to want anything, I've wanted you. I know you better than any other boy or man. I know your smell, deep, musky and masculine. I've felt your strong arms wrap around me, your rough hands grasp my shoulders. Never in a sexual way, just a normal daddy/daughter hug, or cuddle. But I'm growing up now, and I know it is wrong, but I want you. I tease, I give you glimpses, I flirt in my own playful way. I call you " daddy" and smile sweetly, batting my eyes and jutting out my chest. I know that you notice. Maybe you don't know that I'm serious, maybe you think I'm just practicing my feminine skills, but you pretend you don't want me that way. Still, I try to catch your eye. When mommy isn't looking, I bend, stretch and bounce, I brush up against you and hope to feel something.

Then one day, I do feel something. Through your jeans, a rock-hard something. I freeze, my hip pressed up against you. My startled eyes dart to your face, where I see something I've never seen before: desire. You are breathing hard. Hot, rattling puffs that smell like the iced tea you have been sipping in the kitchen. My lips part, suddenly my mouth is dry, and I swallow a couple times to get my head back under control. We stand there, pressed together, completely in the moment. Without losing touch with the hardest part of you, I turn into your chest slowly, and breath in the suddenly musky air. I feel your cock jump. Even though your jeans, I feel the throbbing. Your hands hang by your sides, as if you are afraid to make the first move. That's ok, I'm not afraid. I let my hands slide up your chest and look up into your eyes, "Touch me, Daddy."

You do. Your hands grasp my roughly, and your whole body seems to envelope mine as you capture my mouth in a scalding kiss. We wrestle to undress each other in a frenzy, clothing tossed everywhere as we stumble over everything on our way to the couch. Somehow, I end up naked before you do and I reach down to yank your pants from your hips. You stop me, with a sharp intake of breath and I fear you have changed your mind. You haven't said a word yet. "Please , Daddy?" I beg, my lips quivering as my heartbeat pounds in my chest, I run one finger along the top of your waistband, stopping at the top on the zipper, then following the edge of the fabric down to your where your hair thickens. You moan, closing your eyes, letting your head fall back. I know I've won.

I sink to my knees and slowly ease your jeans down to the floor, now facing your thick, engorged head. I never imagined it would be so big, almost purple, with veins all along the shaft. I can't help it, I lick the tip before you have time to brace yourself, and taste your pre-cum on my tongue.

"Oh, baby! Slow, slow.." you gasp and moan.

You brush my long brown hair back and stroke my cheek lovingly. I giggle, and take a long, slow, wet lick from the base to the tip. Then ease my lips around the head. You hold my hair as I suck and roll my tongue around the shaft, head and balls. I love your taste and I tell you so.

"Oh, Daddy, I've wanted this for so long."

Before long you have to stop me, we don't want to end this encounter too soon. You lay back on the couch and I crawl on top of you, kissing a trail up your abdomen, chest and neck. I nibble your ear and pinch one of your nipples. You grab my thighs and squeeze, then caress my ass cheeks as I rub my wet pussy up and down your shaft.

Though clenched teeth you groan "God, I want to fuck you!" You wrap an arm around my waist and push me down onto your cock, just the tip before I stop you. I wiggle and rotate my hips, teasing the sensitive head against my pussy lips. "Don't you dare stop, or I'll ground you for the rest of your life!" You growl, playfully.

Suddenly, I shift and you slip in, all the way to the base of your massive dick. I scream out in ecstasy and you throw your head back into the pillow, howling like a dog. I pump up and down, making full passes along the shaft, up until the head, down to the balls. You push and pull my hips to set the rhythm. We both sigh and moan and gasp as pleasure floods our bodies. The pace quickens as you build toward your climax, I feel the tip of you hitting the top of my depths, bruising me deep inside. I love the feel of you when you go in as deep as you can go. The moment comes and you thrust as far in as you can, pushing yourself up off the couch and pulling me down at the same time. I cry out as I feel hot spurts inside me, searing me as you throb over and over again in your release. You open your eyes and pull my face to yours, plunging your tongue as deep in my mouth as you can. I have never felt such passion, such desire, or such pleasure as being full of you this way.

When you release my head from your grasp, I barely have time to catch my breath before you flip both of us around and bury yourself in me again. I whimper with every thrust as you drill down into my dripping wet pussy, and your cum drips out onto the couch.

"I'm going to fuck you like this everytime we are alone, do you understand baby?" You snake a muscular arm under my butt and lift my hips to stuff a cushion under me, then continue your relentless pounding.

My whimpers turn into screams as you drive deeper, harder. I wrap my legs around your waist and meet your thrusts as they come. My hands find the back of your head and I run my fingers through your hair, "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard! Oh, fuck! I'm going to cum!"

You grab my chin and kiss me again, and I cum hard, screaming into your mouth. My spasms milk your shaft and you explode in me again, shooting another huge load into my belly.

You lay on me, still inside, as your member shrinks and eventually falls out, letting the load of cum escape onto the cushion. I ache as it leaves me. I want to go again. We breath deeply, smelling sweat and cum, you stroke my hair and look into my eyes, smiling.

"This makes Daddy very happy." You coo, softly, "My baby girl is such a good fuck."

I giggle. "Daddy, I want your big cock every day."

"I don't know about every day, we don't want your mom to catch us. How about as often as we can?"

I push out my lip in a pout.

Laughing, you kiss me deeply, "What if Daddy starts working late more often and you come see him at work?"

I smile mischievously, "Does Daddy want me to suck his cock at work?"

"Baby," he growls as I feel him harden again, "Daddy wants you to suck his cock everywhere, all the time."

So do I.

So I do.