by Izzy Slam
I should’ve shut the door, left the room, and kept my mouth shut. I should have continued walking down the hallway and made my way to the living room, minding my own business and simply waiting on him to be ready to leave.
But I couldn’t do it. It was like I was stuck in place. Like my feet were glued to the floor and my hand was glued to the doorknob and my eyes were glued to his long, thick cock and those big hands of his, stroking his length.
Oh god. My dad was so fucking hot.
He quickened his pace, his eyes sealed shut as if blocking out the world. And I just continued to stand there and watch, my jaw practically on the floor.
Suddenly, with no warning, daddy’s eyes shot open and he spun to look at me.
Time seemed to stand still for several seconds as we stood there staring at each other.
“Candace! What are you doing in here?”
He quickly tucked himself back in his slacks and yanked up the zipper. I expected his face to turn red from embarrassment because I could feel mine heating up like there was no tomorrow. But he seemed cool as a cucumber, expression-wise.
“I … I heard noises. I just wanted to check and see if you were okay.”
“Yes, I’m fine. I just …” He paused, ran his hands through his hair. “I needed to take care of something.”
“I could see that.” We stood there another few seconds, and I don’t know what possessed me to say it, but for whatever reason, it came blurting out. “Maybe it’s none of my business, but it seems like a strange thing to do before a business meeting.”
Maybe someone would be there, someone my daddy liked. He didn’t have a woman in his life, at least that I knew of. Could one of these potential investors be a crush of his?
Daddy leaned against his dresser and slid his hands into his pockets as he crossed one leg over the other. “Yeah, I know it’s a strange thing to do before a business meeting. Unfortunately, I don’t have much of a choice.”
The bulge between his legs caught my eye, mostly because it seemed to be growing. He was so hard. And fucking monstrous! It almost didn’t look real. But I knew that it was because I had just seen it.
“Why don’t you have a choice?”
He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Because I somehow confused my allergy pill with another pill I take…” He paused, cleared his throat, “…on special occasions.”
I wrinkled my face, utterly confused. For a second. Then all the pieces fell into place.
“You mean, like one of those little blue pills I’ve seen advertised on TV?”
He nodded and looked away. “And obviously, I can’t go to dinner like this.”
Daddy made a chopping motion at his crotch, which almost made me burst into laughter. I could tell he was frustrated, and I wanted to do something to help. I just didn’t know what I could do.
I mean, besides that.
“I have to agree with you on this one, daddy. You definitely cannot show up to a business dinner with something like that in your pants.”
I flitted my gaze at his throbbing erection again, feeling the heat radiate from between my legs. God, was I actually getting turned on by all this?
Fuck, I was.
Well, I couldn’t just stand in here all night. My dad had a problem to fix, and he couldn’t exactly do it with me standing here watching him.
“I’ll, um, let you take care of things. I’ll be downstairs. Just … come down when you’re ready to leave, daddy.”
I turned to leave, feeling like a fool for what I had just said. I basically gave him the green light to masturbate. Could things get any more awkward than they were just then?
“Wait a sec. Candace?”
“Yeah, daddy?”
He stepped towards me, running his gaze up and down my body. “I was thinking, maybe you could help me out.”
“Help you out? Me?” I asked, pointing to myself as if there were someone else in the room.
He smirked. “Yes, you. I don’t exactly have a lot of time here.”
I was speechless. My daddy wanted me to help him get rid of his erection? That could only mean one thing. My mouth started to water, and I honestly didn’t know how to answer him.
I gulped and forced a smile, feeling my face redden. “What can I do, daddy?”
Reaching into his pocket, daddy pulled out his cell phone and handed it to me. “Hold onto this. It keeps buzzing and distracting me, and I can’t, you know, do what I need to do if I’m distracted.”
I let out a breath, relieved he wasn’t actually suggesting what I thought he was. “Of course,” I said, laughing. “That’s pretty simple. I can do that.”
I turned to leave again, but he stopped me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Wait a second. You didn’t think I was going to ask you to…” he said, nodding down in the direction of his bulging erection.
My eyes widened in shock. “Honestly? I wasn’t sure what you were about to suggest.”
His lips parted in a smirk again, and he quickly glanced at the digital clock that was sitting on his bedside table. “We’ve got ten minutes before we have to leave. Any later than that, and we’ll be rushing to get there on time.”
I nodded, not sure where he was going with this.
“I can try to take care of things on my own. Or,” he said, swiping the back of his hand over my cheek and making me blush like I had never blushed before. “I can leave the task at hand to you.”
My heart jumped inside my chest. Daddy had always been a straightforward kind of guy, especially with me. But this was taking it to a whole new level.
I looked into his eyes, and I saw something new, like I was seeing him for the first time, in a strange sort of way. And I realized that the second I stepped into his room a few moments ago, things had changed, irrevocably. But not in a bad way. At the precise second I walked in here and saw him tugging at his erection, daddy had become a sexual creature to me.
I guess I had never thought of him in a sexual way. I mean, he was my stepdad. But now? Now all I could think about was sex. And his cock, huge and throbbing and needing to cum.
And he wanted me to help him cum.
Hunger burned through his stare as he studied my face. And I let those waves of desire wash over me. Images of him stroking his cock flashed through my mind, and my pussy ached. I didn’t want to fight it.
“Are you sure you want me, daddy? I’m your stepdaughter. Isn’t it wrong?” I asked, squeezing my thighs together to stave off the urges that rushed through me. I was afraid he’d change his mind.
He took me by the hand and brought it to his crotch, flattening my palm over his hardness. His dick bounced inside his dress pants at my touch, and he let out a soft growl. “Does that answer your question, baby girl?”
His chest rose and fell as he started breathing faster, and my panties were instantly damp, sticking to my lips. I gave his cock a squeeze and felt it throb again, this time with more umph.
I licked my lips. “What do you want me to do, daddy?”
After placing his hands on my arms and stepping me back a few feet, he undid his pants again, tugging the zipper down to release his manhood. He kept his eyes locked on me, I guess to watch my reaction. I lowered my gaze as he pushed down the dress pants and kicked them aside like they meant nothing.
He held his cock out, wrapping his fingers around the base and constricting it tightly, forcing the head to turn an angry shade of red.
“Ten minutes, baby girl. Can you make me cum in ten minutes?”
My nipples tingled with thoughts of his white-hot desire shooting out and spraying my mouth, or my tits, or my pussy. Wherever he wanted it.
“I think so, daddy.”
He stepped to me and lifted up my dress with the built-in bra, exposing my naked flesh to him. “This dress is so sexy. Really, it makes you look so innocent.” Releasing a low groan as his hands reached up to my breasts, I think daddy was pleased with what he saw. He swept a few fingers over my sensitive buds, then mo
ved in to give them several soft kisses.
I whimpered as his tongue dragged along my flesh, swirling around both my breasts in sensual flicks that left me feeling heady.
And it suddenly occurred to me I had a job to do.
I reached out and felt his cock, the tip of it slick with pre-cum. As I wrapped my fingers around his girth, I felt intimidated by his size. God, I wasn’t even sure it would fit in my mouth.
Daddy fondled my breasts as he came up to kiss me, snaking his tongue deep inside my mouth as if in search of something. Something he really needed. His cock flared in my grasp as I kissed him back eagerly.
“Get on your knees, baby. Suck your daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
Anxious to please him, I did as he said, lowering my body to the floor. His cock bounced in front of my face, and he swept my hair up and out of the way, holding onto it for control.
I took a few breaths, trying to process the sheer size of him. His balls hung behind his rod, the scrotal sack itself nearly grapefruit sized.
“Daddy,” I breathed, glancing up at him with fear.
He looked down at me, those eyes of his seeming to answer my question before I could ask it. “Do the best you can, baby. You’re so fucking sexy, it won’t take much. Make daddy cum with your tongue.”
I licked my lips as I focused on his cock again. He must have been ten inches long and wide as a water bottle. But my insides were aching. Aching to feel him, taste him, satisfy him.
Surrender to him.
I stroked his length a few times, felt the veins as his blood rushed through, and took him in my mouth. Unable to get past the head, I concentrated my efforts there, suckling the crown as my tongue swept along the underside.
“Oh fuck, yes,” daddy groaned, fisting my hair tighter. “Spread that sexy red lipstick all over my shaft.”
Pre-cum oozed onto my tongue, and I found myself greedily sucking harder for more. I rolled my lips inward, making sure my lipstick smeared along his hardness. I cupped my hand under his scrotum, the sheer weight against my fingers mind boggling.
“All that cum in there … just for you, baby girl.”
I moaned at his words, my pussy leaking onto my panties. I felt my walls swell as the head of his cock throbbed inside my mouth.
Toying with his balls, I lifted his cock and dragged my tongue up the length of his shaft, pausing at his frenulum to swirl in slow circles. He responded by letting out a growl and tightening his fingers around my hair. He pumped his hips several times, forcing his cock back inside my mouth. My lips burned as they stretched to accommodate him. But as I worked my fist along the base of his cock, tightening my grip to give him more pleasure, I could feel him turn to steel. His balls lifted slightly, the flesh of his scrotum pimpling softly against my fingers.
“Ahhh, get ready baby,” he grunted.
He held my head steady as warm, earthy liquid pulsed into my mouth, shooting all the way to the back of my throat, so much of it, I nearly choked. And as soon as I swallowed it down, more came shooting out, one solid jet after another.
“Almost done, baby… almost… don’t stop.”
One more thick rope of cum pulsed on my tongue and I swirled it in my mouth, savoring his taste. My jaw ached from being stretched open so wide, yet I didn’t really want to stop.
But now that he had “finished,” there wasn’t anything left to do.
“Daddy?” I asked, playing my fingers along his bulbous head. “Was that good?”
He lifted me off the floor and pulled me to him, placing soft kisses along my neck and making my flesh tickle with goose pimples. His hands crept to my breasts where he fondled me, lightly pinching my nipples and forcing a moan to escape my lips.
“It was so good, baby. But there’s one problem.”
“What?” I swept my gaze over his smooth chest, running my hands up and down to enjoy his hard muscles.
“I’m still hard as a rock.”
Daddy hugged me into a tight embrace and tossed me on the bed, towering over me as I smiled at him. I glanced at the clock and saw that only four minutes had passed since we started. So we weren’t in danger of being late just yet. But as sexy as my dad looked, it would be easy to lose track of time. I could easily forget what day of the week it was just staring at his perfectly sculpted chest, the way his abs went down into a rippling, muscular V, and his overwhelmingly large shaft that I truly wasn’t sure I’d be able to accommodate between my legs.
Not only that, I wasn’t on any sort of birth control.
“Are you sure about this, daddy? I’m not on the pill or anything.”
A smirk stretched across his face. “Oh, I’m sure.” Daddy rolled me over onto my tummy and lifted my buttocks in the air. “In fact, just knowing that you could get pregnant makes my cock harder.”
I pulled in a rushed breath as he pressed his cock to my opening. I felt him slide past my folds, stretching me with his enormous size. And the growl he released as his hands wandered over my hips, gripping me tight as he pushed in deeper, made me shudder all over with pleasure.
“I need to get rid of this hard-on, baby,” he murmured. “Just a few thrusts…”
Erotic bliss washed over me as he went in deeper. I felt so vulnerable with my ass exposed like this, where he could easily decide to change his mind and invade my forbidden rose, especially given how aggressive he was acting. Fear trickled through me. Fear and sensual need.
But, if daddy wanted my ass, he could have it. His cock was filling me up so good, it was like I was hypnotized. I could feel the pleasure all the way to my toes as his sock sank further into my pussy. My slick walls enveloped his entire girth, and I arched my back and pushed my body toward him, forcing his rod in deeper, the pressure growing stronger, more intense.
A groan escaped my throat as his balls lightly tapped my labia. I didn’t think he would fit all the way in, but my pussy was stretched to the hilt, and it had never felt better.
Daddy held onto me with a purpose, working his thickness in and out in long strokes that matched his length. It felt so fucking good, like a warmth rippling through me that started in my core and spread out to my limbs.
“Ah, baby,” he growled, picking up speed and bearing down on me with a little more force.
I huffed as his hand wandered around my front, between my legs, and a finger found my bundle of nerves. He circled it with precision, and as the head of his cock rubbed along my G-spot at the same moment he flicked the top part of my clit, I felt that white-hot ball inside of me burst. I came around his thickness, contracting along his girth in undulations that caused me to roll my ass in wide circles.
“Oh, Daddy…” I moaned, fisting my fingers around the comforter.
I had never had an orgasm that intense, never been filled up this much by any guy or toy. And I had a decent collection of toys, but none that satisfied me the way daddy’s cock was doing just then.
“Jesus,” he grunted. “I’m going to cum, baby. Going to blow my seed in your belly.”
I sank my teeth into my lower lip as he emptied inside of me. I could feel his fluid pulsing out with so much force I couldn’t contain it all. Hot jizz oozed out of me as he pumped my pussy hard and fast.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, sinking his fingers into the softness of my flesh, the curve of my hips. Even his fingernails dug their way in, sending tingling sensations dancing along my spine as he buried himself balls deep, the head of his cock massaging my cervix as more of his seed came gushing out.
My pussy offered a few more contractions as my orgasm waned, making daddy thrust hard and growl like a beast.
“Pussy so good, I want to fuck it all night.”
“Maybe you should, daddy,” I teased him.
He playfully slapped me on the bottom, and I let my head fall to the pillow beneath me. Daddy’s rod slipped out between my legs, and his spunk drizzled out of my tunnel, plunking to the bed below while my ass remained high in the air.
“Maybe I will,
baby girl. But for now, we have a dinner to attend.”
Leaning over me, daddy placed a few kisses on my shoulder, then rolled me over on my back, letting his eyes trail over me. “I can’t look at you like this or I will get hard again. Come on, baby. Let’s get dressed.”
I laughed softly, having similar thoughts. How had I never noticed just how sexy my daddy was?
We threw our clothes on as quickly as we could, and I straightened out my hair in his mirror. Other than a flushed face and an expression of guilty pleasure, I thought we both looked good considering what had just happened.
Daddy pulled me down the hallway and grabbed the keys on the way out the door, rushing us to the car.
“What’s the hurry, daddy? We’re still leaving on time.”
“Oh shit.” Stopping dead in his tracks, daddy had a look of confusion wash over his face.
“What is it? Did you forget something?”
But as soon as I asked it, I saw the answer to my question, expanding underneath his zipper as we stood next to the car in the garage. “I’m fucking hard again,” he muttered.
Desire shot through me, making my nipples tingle in excitement. I know it was wrong. I mean, here daddy was, stressing about this meeting, and things were not looking good for him to be able to show up without an erection. It seemed that no matter how many times he came, he was going to stay hard until the pill wore off.
“What should we do?” I asked, genuinely feeling as though I had failed him in some way.
He pressed down his erection, like that would make it go away. “I hate to say it, but I think you’re going to have to stay home. Just looking at you in that dress is making me stiff.”
I bit back a smile. So, I was making him hard? Guess I hadn’t failed him after all. “If that’s what you need, then I’ll stay here, wait for you to get home. But what should we do in the interim?” I stepped his way, hoping he’d say we should have another quickie, that he would pound my pussy good and hard so he could blow his wad and be on his merry way.
Then later tonight, he could come home and pound me some more.
“Instead of telling you what we should do, I’m going to show you.”