by Candy Quinn
He tucked away his gorgeous member right away, but never fully closed his pants nor his belt.
“You want me to help you with that?” I ask eventually, giving him a naughty look.
“Shut up," he snaps. “This was a mistake. It never happened.”
“But daddy," I say in my cutest whiny voice. “That’s not fair. What about me?”
“That is not my problem.”
“It might become your problem”, I threaten. “I might tell mom about how mean you are. Making me blow you on the road and not even returning the favor.”
“Shut up!” He yells, almost in panic. “You will not blackmail me with this – do you understand?!”
I shrug, still sitting with my panties exposed. Still wet, still hungry for my stepdad. Determined to have his beautiful cock inside me again. As soon as possible. And I know he wants it, too.
* * *
We are to spend the night in a motel close to campus. Separate rooms right next to each other. It’s ridiculous, the amount of effort and money my mom and Mike are willing to spend to convince me to go to college.
We check in upon our arrival. Our rooms are right next to each other.
“Get changed," he says when we are standing outside our room doors. “We’ll meet out here in half an hour and head right for the dean’s office.”
“Why won’t you come inside and help me change, daddy?” I ask, winking at him.
He puts down his bag and charges at me, catching me completely off guard as he reaches for my throat and pushes me against the door. I let out a little shriek in surprise, staring at him as he keeps me pinned to the door, his face close to mine, holding me in a tight grip right below my chin.
“Listen, you fucked up little slut”, he hisses. “You stop that slutty business right now and finally start acting like a grown-up. When I get out of my door in thirty minutes, I want to see you in proper, adequate clothing, acting like a responsible adult who is able to hold a normal conversation and not dance around like some horny, brainless bimbo. Understand?”
I nod. “Yes, daddy.”
“And if you call me ‘daddy’ one more time, I’m going to spank the living shit out of you," he threatens, almost spitting in my face with rage.
“But," I whisper, casting him a naughty smile. “What if that’s what I want?”
He frowns at me, but lets go of my chin. “Just get dressed, you little whore. I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”
And with that, he storms of to his own room, followed by a triumphant grin from my part.
Yet, I plan to be on my best behavior for our visit to the dean’s office and do as he pleases. I am obsessed with the idea of having him, getting fucked by my hunk of a stepdad, the hottest man I have ever known. And I know he wants me, he is just as desperate to fuck me senseless. It is wrong on so many levels – which only makes it that much more exciting. His frustration about this craving is so sexy, seeing him struggle to withstand my seduction is such a turn on.
But I will behave, for now, sort of. I need him back on my good side, show him that I can be obedient and please him. I freshen up and put on my classy outfit that I had picked out for the dean’s visit. This time I am wearing a bra – but forego panties. My pencil skirt ends shortly above the knee. It is much longer than the other skirt I was wearing before, concealing a lot more. No one will know that I am not wearing panties, except myself. It is a constant reminder of what I have planned for later, keeping me hot and wet for my stepdad.
He looks satisfied when he sees me in my getup, not saying anything nice about it, but also not complaining about it being too skimpy either.
We head out to the college and I get the tour, just as promised. We are strolling along different departments while Mike is pointing out special classes and extra-curricular activities that are supposed to get me interested in college life.
He is all professional about it, acting as if nothing has happened and completely ignoring any naughty look that I might be giving him. He has changed into a navy colored suit, totally overdoing it in my opinion, but looking extremely sexy in it. At least he is not wearing a tie.
I don’t tease him too much, but fake interest in what he is telling me, while my naked center beneath the tight pencil skirt constantly reminds me how much I want to get fucked by him.
Eventually, we make our way to the dean’s office. My stepdad takes a deep breath before he knocks on the door and turns towards me.
“Are you ready?” He asks and I nod.
“I hope he has a glass of water for me," I say as Mike knocks on the door. “I still feel a little funny after swallowing that huge load of my daddy’s cum.”
The timing is perfect. Mike stares at me, his face losing all of its color, when the door opens and we are greeted by the dean, his boss.
He is a lot younger than I expected, probably not that much older than Mike himself. And he is good looking, almost as tall as Mike, not quite as buff, but certainly a man who likes to take care of his body and works out from time to time. He has dark hair and dark eyes and greets me with a firm hand shake. Mike still looks as if he has seen a ghost when the dean turns to him and shakes his hand.
“So nice to meet you," the dean says. “Can I offer you something to drink?”
“Oh, a glass of water would be lovely," I say, casting a naughty look in Mike’s direction. “My throat is a bit sore.”
My stepdad is literally exploding with rage and shame, I can feel it and see it in his furious eyes as he stares at me.
“Sure thing”, the dean says, now turning to Mike. “Something for you, Mike?”
“No, thanks.”
We take a seat and start our little chit chat. Just as planned and promised, I am on my best behavior and even come up with a few questions, greedily taking in everything the dean tells me and not shy when it comes to boasting about my own GPA – like I said, I am not a dumb girl – and the majors I would be most interested in taking. From the corner of my eye, I can see my stepdad looking at me in honest surprise. He relaxes more and more, obviously relieved that I am not making a fool out of myself and him in the process.
“Well, what a bright young lady," the dean praises. “We would love to have someone like you attend our college.”
He turns towards Mike. “She must have had some good influence at home.”
“My stepdaddy has always taken very good care of me”, I say in the sweetest voice imaginable, casting a smile over to Mike, whose eyes instantly widen, alarmed.
“I’m sure he has," the dean concludes. “But, you are not considering joining our Economics department?”
“I’m afraid not”, I say, shaking my head. “My stepdaddy has not told me that much about it, yet.”
I look over to Mike, who is looking at me as if he is ready to charge at my throat and rip me apart.
“I might need a little more convincing," I say, subtly winking at him.
I can literally feel him boiling inside. He is furious – and fighting so hard to hide it.
We eventually conclude our little visit with the dean. He dismisses us with friendly banter, repeating how welcome I would be to enroll, even on short notice and encouraging me to take advantage of the fact that I have one of the best college’s lecturers as my stepdad.
“Thank you, I will," I say, casting another devilish grin in Mike’s direction as we finally leave.
As soon as the door is closed behind us, he grabs me at my upper arm, storming forward and pulling me with him. I hurry to keep up with his wide steps as he pulls me along the corridor towards the exit.
“Ouch, daddy, you’re hurting me!” I complain.
He tightens his grip and opens the entrance door, pushing me through it.
“Shut up!” He hisses as we continue our way to the parking lot.
“Get in the car”, he snaps at me. “And I don’t want to hear a single word coming out of that filthy mouth of yours, is that clear?”
I nod in silence. He is furi
ous, a lot more than I expected. And as we sit down in the car, I realize why. He is hard as a rock, his erection pocking against the fancy suit pants he is wearing. I chuckle as I notice it, but do not dare to say a thing.
My heart is racing as he starts the engine and drives us back to the motel. Suddenly, I am once again terribly aware that I am not wearing any panties.
I wonder if I should let him know.
I decide not to. Instead, I remain silent for the entire short drive, letting my thoughts run wild. I am pretty sure he won’t dare it. He won’t dare to take me to his room and do it, fuck me, take me, punish me and get rid of that intolerable tension I have put him through all day. Him and myself. I can feel the wetness between my legs. If anything, his brute demeanor had turned me on.
We reach the motel’s parking lot and he gets out of the car without saying a word. As I get out myself, he instantly grabs me by the arm again and pulls me up to the rooms just as he had pulled me through the college’s hallway.
We come to a halt in front of my room’s door.
“Open it," he orders as I look at him expectantly. “Open it and get in.”
Disappointment runs through my body as I search for my key, realizing that he just wants to get rid of me as soon as possible – maybe even lock me away in my room until we are to depart the next day.
As soon as I have opened the door, he pushes me inside.
And then he follows, quickly locking the door behind himself.
* * *
“You fucking little cunt," he starts as soon as the door is closed behind us. I stare at him with wide eyes, slightly scared and terribly aroused.
“Teasing and fucking with me all day, even in front of my fucking boss," he continues, slowly approaching me. “What is it you want, you fucking slut? Do you want me to ravage that tight little body of yours? I will tear you to pieces if you don’t stop with that bullshit – I told you, it’s all about signals! You are sending the wrong ones, little one.”
I smirk up at him.
He grabs me, picking me up as if I weighed nothing and throws me on the bed.
“Is that what you want?” He repeats.
I nod, seductively spreading my legs, causing my tight skirt to move upwards.
“Yes, daddy”, I whisper. “I want you to fuck me. I am ready. See.”
I move my hips, slowly pulling the skirt up, exposing my naked center. He stares down at me and takes a step back, his erection visibly pointing towards me beneath his pants.
Without saying a word, he takes off his jacket and begins unbuttoning his shirt. He takes it off, exposing his well sculptured and tanned chest. God he looks great, so toned, so strong and buff. My mouth is watering just looking at him – and so are other parts of my body.
“You keep that filthy mouth shut from now on," he hisses as he starts unzipping his pants and letting them fall down to the floor. “Keep that bratty mouth shut for once and do as I say, is that clear?”
I nod. “Yes, daddy.”
Now stripped to his tight black boxers, showing off a marvelous erection, he climbs over me as I still lay on the bed. He hastily starts unbuttoning my blouse and just as quickly unfastens my bra, exposing my perky breasts.
“This is so wrong”, he whispers as he starts sucking on my right nipple. “And so delicious.”
He greedily sucks on it, softly nibbling and biting. I moan in pain and pleasure as he starts twirling the other one between two of his fingers, pinching and twisting it. It feels so good. I can feel my insides exploding with hunger, my trembling center yearning for his gorgeous cock inside me.
His mouth lets go of my nipple and he moves upwards, planting his lips on mine, his tongue invading my mouth, greedily exploring me, while he continues to pinch my nipples with his fingers.
“Fuck me," I beg, interrupting our kiss. He shakes his head, rewarding me with an especially hard pinch that makes me flinch in surprise and pain.
“I told you to shut up, baby girl”, he hisses. “Will you listen to your daddy?”
I nod, dizzy with arousal.
He moves downwards, licking and kissing my tiny belly, taking my piercing between his teeth and slightly pulling on it before he continues to move further down.
I squirm beneath him as he reaches my center. He plants kisses on my mound, slowly making his way to my folds, kissing and licking them in lavish movements. I moan helplessly, desperate for him to touch me, to get inside me.
Finally, his tongue reaches my hard nub of desire. He circles it once, twice and then finally touches it directly, licking and worshipping my most sensitive spot. An explosion of sensation runs through my center, causing me to wind my body like a bitch in heat.
“You are such a little whore," he whispers as he continues to pleasure me with his tongue. “So wet for your daddy.”
I moan desperately, squirming and winding, my body aching for more.
“You want to get fucked, don’t you?” He asks. Now he is the one casting me a naughty smile, he is in control. I am completely at his mercy, yearning for him. Desperate and dizzy with desire.
“Yes, daddy. Please!”
He straightens up and frees his beautiful member with one hand while he continues to rub my wet clit with the other. He hums in approval, slowly inserting one of his fingers inside me as he strokes his fully erected cock.
I look up at him through half closed eyes, drunken with lust.
“Be careful, daddy”, I breathe. “You’re my first.”
His eyes widen in surprise.
“You are a virgin?”
“Yes, daddy.”
He triumphantly grins at me.
“Good girl," he breathes. “This is going to be interesting then.”
He withdraws his finger and places the tips of his cock at my entrance, teasing me, rubbing my trembling clit with his tip.
“Don’t expect me to show any mercy, though," he threatens. “Not after the way you have behaved today.”
And with one slow, but violent thrust he forces himself inside me, stretching my insides with his remarkable girth as he takes my virginity. Filling my tight and untouched pussy with his entire length, inch by inch.
I moan as I take him in, relishing the feeling of his enormous cock inside me, stretching me, completely filling me as no one has before him.
“That’s a good girl for me”, he praises as he starts moving back and forth with slow, but steady and deep thrusts. Every push causing a commotion inside me, making my insides scream with pain and lust. I am so wet, he easily slides back and forth, stretching me more and more.
“God, you are so tight," he pants while he continues to fuck me, increasing his speed and force with every move.
“Oh, daddy”, I moan. I arch my back as I welcome him inside me, savoring every moment of it.
“Turn around," he orders, suddenly withdrawing his cock. “On all fours, head down.”
I do as I am bid and turn around, exposing my naked butt to him. He climbs on the bed behind me and forces himself back inside.
I gasp as pushes his entire length inside me with one brute thrust. He feels even bigger now. It feels as if he actually is tearing my insides apart as he starts violently fucking me from behind, grabbing me by the hips and making my entire body shift back and forth as he takes me.
He leans forward and grabs my perky little tits from behind, twisting and pinching my nipples. I moan and shriek with pleasure. It is too much, I cannot handle it any longer. The tension, the angle he is fucking me in. My orgasm is imminent.
“Daddy!” I yell. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”
He continues his relentless thrusting, his pelvis pushing against my bare behind with every shove inside me.
“Come, you little slut”, he pants. “Come on your daddy’s cock.”
I yelp in pleasure as my orgasm rolls over me, taking over my entire body, my muscles clenching around my stepdaddy’s cock as I find my release. Waves of pleasure continue to roll over me, bli
nding me as I am wrapped up in satisfaction.
He climaxes right behind me, filling my body for a second time that day as he comes hard, filling my tight pussy with his delicious cum.
"Fuck," he breathes as his climax has died down.
He withdraws himself and takes a step back, suddenly spreading my ass cheeks and my freshly fucked pussy with both of his hands.
"Good girl," he praises as I can feel his cum dripping out of me and on the sheets between my legs. I blush in embarrassment.
"Let's just hope that this remains our little secret." He adds. "No one needs to know that you belong to me, you little whore. You are mine now."
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