If he didn’t, she’d be in some trouble. But, she considered, it wasn’t the first time that Daddy had caught her with a boy in her room. The last time it had happened, he’d taken away the car for a month. He’d been really angry with her. More than that, he had also seemed somehow hurt. She hadn’t given it much thought at the time, though. He took away the car!
When she stopped to really consider it, she knew it was him that took care of her, that was the only parent in the house. Sure, her mother was around (sometimes), but she was no parent. She was also no wife. She often wondered how the woman had managed to get a man like her step-father. Her mother spent half her time around town in the beds of other men.
She knew her step-father liked to be called Daddy, too. She figured it was because he had always wanted children. That was her guess, at least.
“Come on, Jimmy!” she snapped, looking at the boy. It was ridiculous that he had trapped himself trying to climb out of a window! He was hopeless. He’d somehow managed to get his jumper sleeve hooked on the sill, and was in danger of seriously hurting himself if he slipped.
Mara sighed and looked at the floor, her heart racing. She really didn’t want her Daddy to catch her. And she wasn’t entirely sure why. Oh, sure, he would punish her. But that was okay. She could take that. Maybe it was because she didn’t want to disappoint him. Didn’t want to see him get hurt.
She did like her step-father. He was a nice man, was handsome, and the fact that he was a paramedic kept him in shape.
But she stopped herself from going any further than that, like she had so many times before. He was her step-father! Those kind of thoughts were not just inappropriate… they were wrong!
She quickly squeezed into a tank top, wishing she had more than the skimpy piece of clothing nearby. She had barely managed to get her panties on when she heard a knock on the door.
“H-hold on!” she shouted, her voice hitching. She knew that she had just incriminated herself.
“What’s going on, Mara?”
“Nothing, Daddy. Just, I’m changing.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Jimmy!” she whispered. “Go!”
“I’m coming in, Mara.”
“No, wait!”
The door opened, and in the doorway stood her step-father, his mouth agape, his eyes hurt. She could just imagine the sight. Her, in her tiny tank top, nipples still hard, and her skimpy panties that did little to hide her womanhood.
And half out the window was a boy, jumper and trouser somehow caught on sill and in the hinge, his face frozen in panic. He looked like the village idiot.
“You,” he said, pointing at the boy. “Get inside here this instant.”
Jimmy gulped and nodded, and as he tried to climb back in the window, his other leg caught on something, and he fell forward, tearing his jeans and jumper, and landed in a crumpled, messy heap on the floor. He got to his feet as quickly as he could, unable to mask how unhappy he was that he’d just torn some of his clothing.
“You’re as stupid as you look,” Mara’s step-father chided, “for trying to go out the window. We’re two stories up, the roof is slatted and slippery, and you could have been seriously hurt, you giant dolt.”
“It was—” Jimmy started, gesturing at Mara with his hand.
“Yes?”
“N-nothing, Sir.”
“Now get out of the house, now!” Mara closed her eyes when Jimmy began to turn to the window again. “No, you idiot!” her step-father barked. “Out the front door!”
“Right,” Jimmy whispered, slinking past them and running down the steps.
“Really?” her step-father said, turning to her. “Again?”
“Daddy—”
“I don’t want to hear it Mara.”
She marshaled the courage to look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” He was looking down at her, his face mad and annoyed, but she saw it soften up almost instantly. “Really,” she added, her voice thick and wet. She wasn’t putting on a show. She thought she might actually cry. She felt that bad. Her step-father, the man who had looked after her for nearly her entire life, was visibly disappointed and upset.
“Damn it, it’s fine, baby,” he said. “Just… come on, Mara! You’re better than that!”
“Can I explain?”
“Do you have to?”
“Yes!”
“Okay.”
“I just… I’m… I want a man!” she said, turning away. “But there are only boys who want me.”
“That’s not true.”
Mara looked back at her step-father, daring to hope. “What do you mean?”
“There are plenty of horrible men out there who would gladly have it on with you. You just haven’t met them, and I’m glad for that every day.”
“Oh,” Mara whispered. Her heart was racing, but he had not said the words she wanted to hear.
“Mara,” he began, before pausing.
“What, Daddy?”
“You know you’re acting like a slut, don’t you?” Mara opened her mouth but couldn’t think of what to say. That had been unexpected! She’d never heard her Daddy talk like that to her before.
“It seems like whenever I come home,” he continued, “you’re in here with some guy. It’s always a different guy, too!”
“Hey,” she said, looking at him out of challenging eyes. “You wouldn’t understand!” She wanted to shut her eyes and bang on her head with her fist for using such a trite cliché. “Besides, I’m over eighteen. I can do what I want. I’m an adult now!” There was another cliché, she thought, groaning inwardly and hating herself for letting it come out.
“Mara—”
“Daddy, I already said I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry at me.”
“I’m not angry.”
“Then what, Daddy? What are you?”
She saw him take a breath, but he hesitated to speak. She took a step closer to him, and noticed his eyes travel up and down her body quickly.
“Come on, Daddy,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “What’s wrong?”’
“Mara,” he said, stepping back. His eyes once again tried to roam down her body, but he seemed to catch himself, and fixed them on her face. “Do you really want to be like this? A different guy every week? Do you want to be the neighborhood lay?”
“Hey!” she said, widening her eyes. “Cut the moral indignation, Daddy! I don’t need this.” She turned away from him, mad that he was looking down at her from his high horse.
Or was it something else? She knew he was hurt. She hated that she had hurt him. She decided to take another stab at it.
“Daddy,” she began, shrugging her shoulders slightly. “I don’t know what to say. I’m a young woman now. I want… things. Can’t I have them?”
“But like this?”
“It’s not like I can have what I really want.”
“Oh? And what do you really want?”
Mara watched his face as he said it, and she could see that as soon as he’d said it, he regretted it. She knew that he knew he’d just opened a door.
“I want a man,” she said, looking at her step-father. “I want a man who knows how to take care of me. I want a man who knows how to please me!”
Her Daddy said nothing. She could see that the rise and fall of his chest had quickened, and she chanced a step forward. He didn’t move. She took another step toward him, and rested a hand on his chest. “Don’t you take care of me, Daddy?”
Still he said nothing. He wasn’t recoiling, and he wasn’t nervous. She could tell that he was excited, and when she looked down, she caught a brief glimpse of a bulge in his trousers.
“Maybe you’re right,” she said with a heavy sigh. “Maybe I am just a little tramp. But it’s only because I haven’t been able to get a man that I trust… a man that I need.”
“Mara,” he said, his voice full of conflict.
“Daddy, I’ve got something I need to tell you.” She pressed into his body, and rested her
head on his shoulder.
“Mara—”
She ignored his protest, instead opting to run her hands up and down his chest. She could feel his athletic body beneath the thin shirt he wore.
“The truth is,” she said, “and I know it’s wrong! But the truth is, you’re the man I want.”
“Mara!” he said, this time with more conviction. “This is not what I meant.” He pushed her away from him, and took a step back putting his thumb and forefinger to his forehead.
“Daddy!” Mara cried, following after him. She once again pressed her body against his, once again buried her face into his shoulder. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same way because I know you do! I’ve figured it out. I just figured it out now, actually, but I know it now. And it all makes sense now.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Why you’re always so protective of me, why you treat me like I’m the best thing in your life. Why you’re always so upset when you catch me with a boy.”
“Mara, you are the best thing in my life… but not like that.”
“Really?” she said, looking up at him. She knew he was caving. She knew that he had to put up a protest, that it was what he had to do. But she knew she would break through that barrier. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Then,” she began, before biting her lip and cupping his groin. She almost gasped at what she felt there. He still didn’t move, but in his eyes she could see burning lust. “Why are you hard?”
A quiet settled over them, a thick tension surrounding them, but not existing in between them. This was it, the tipping point. She knew it. She was already longing, already hungry. She could feel her own wetness in her underwear, and knew that she wanted… no, knew that she needed her Daddy to take her, to pleasure her, to love her.
She watched the towers of his inhibition crumble. She saw the exact moment when he gave in.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered, leaning down and kissing her. It started soft, but in seconds was all tongue and teeth and fire. She squeezed his manhood, felt his hardness like an iron bar. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her.
“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned as he began to kiss down her neck. “Oh, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
“Me, too, baby,” he groaned. “Oh, me too.”
His hands were insatiable, taking in every feature of her body. She felt them run down her back, stroke the sides of her hips, caress the outsides of her thighs, move inside and give them a squeeze. She felt his hands traverse the curve of her bum, squeezing, kneading, as though her flesh were an oasis in an endless desert.
His hands then made their way under Mara’s tank top, and he was massaging her breasts, tweezing her nipples, rolling them gently before pulling them. She leaned down and found his mouth again, and the heat of the kiss was palpable.
“Oh, Daddy,” Mara moaned. “I love you, too. I want you to take me.” She pulled back and led him to the bed, sitting down on it and spreading her legs. She could see that she had left a wet patch in her underwear, and she knew he could see it, too.
She leaned back, and watched as he took off his shirt. He had a goody body, and she hated that she hadn’t seen much of it before. It was only those times when they were at the beach or pool that she had occasion to see it, and even then, he always preferred to wear a t-shirt.
She sat back up and began to feverishly work at his buckle. His hands found the back of her head as she unclasped his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and undressed his lower half. His briefs came down with his trousers, and she gasped when she saw his manhood, rock hard and huge, and his helmet glistening with his own pre-cum juices.
“Daddy!” she said, putting a hand to her mouth. She looked up at him, her lips pulled into a smirk. “Wow.”
“You like it, baby?” he asked, still stroking the back of her head.
“Yeah,” she said, grinning. She leaned onto him and took the tip of his cock into her mouth, tasting his pre-cum’s mild flavor, inhaling his manly scent with each breath she took.
She could only just fit the bell in her mouth, and she sucked on it, drawing more blood into it, before she began to rub her tongue against the back sliver of skin where she knew it would make him feel good.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned in approval, and it made her swoon internally. She wrapped a hand around his shaft, feeling its thickness, girth, and rigidity. She was nowhere near being able to touch her thumb and forefinger together. Her mind was already racing forward, wondering what it would feel like to have her Daddy inside her.
She began to jerk him, pumping him while she sucked on his tip, bobbing her head up and down on his manhood. He pressed his hands harder on the back of her head, and Mara was determined to give her Daddy the best blow job of his life, determined to please him.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned as she worked him. She’d sucked on dicks before, but she’d never enjoyed it as much as she was now.
“Baby, no, wait,” he said, pulling back. His thick cock came out of her mouth with a spring, and she looked up at him, worried.
“Didn’t you feel good, Daddy?”
“Mara, you have no idea,” he said, his voice hoarse. “But your Daddy wants to please you, now.”
She nodded, allowing herself to be guided back down to the bed. She lifted her feet onto the bed, spreading her legs with her knees up, and watched, panting, as her Daddy lowered himself onto her.
He pulled her tank top gently over her head, and then soaked in the sight of her naked breasts. “I’ve always thought you looked amazing,” he said, his voice full of sincerity. And then he was on her breasts, suckling on one nipple while tweezing the other.
Mara moaned softly, bucking her hips, pressing her womanhood against the base of his erect penis. She could feel his tip in between them, a thick and sexy wedge that pressed into her stomach.
“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned as he sucked her other nipple while massaging her breasts. “Can I ask you to do something?”
“Anything.”
“Will you lick my pussy?”
“I wanted to do just that,” he confirmed, grinning at her. He began to kiss his way down her body, his tongue darting out sporadically to wet her supple skin.
“Can you see that I’m wet for you, Daddy?” she asked when his head was in between her legs.
“Daddy can see, baby.” He slipped her sodden panties up her legs, before letting it dangle off one foot. She returned her feet to the bed, bared to him now, completely and utterly naked. She watched as he looked at her sex, saw the hunger in his face, and then he was lowering himself, and she was raising her hips to meet him.
The first touch was electric. Her womanhood had been so starved of attention that the initial stimulation of his wet tongue against her bulging clitoris was like a jolt of electric sensation thrilling through her.
“Yes,” she moaned as he began to slowly lap at her clit, teasing it from left to right. He ran his tongue up and down the sides of her slit, in between her inner and outer lips. It was tantalizing and teasing, and left her panting for more.
“Daddy,” she moaned. “Don’t tease me.”
But he didn’t listen. He continued to give her fleeting glimpses of pleasure, dragging his tongue up her slit once, playfully plucking at her nubbin, and circling his finger at her entrance, but never dipping more than one knuckle inside her.
Mara panted and pleaded, bucked her hips wildly, desperately wanting her Daddy to please her, to get her there. It was now turn for her hands to find the back of his head, and she held him against her sex, her lust boiling within her.
She could tell that he sensed it, because a moment later his teasing was over, and he was slipping his finger inside her, pushing and massaging her upper wall. His mouth was over her clit, and he was manipulating the little bud expertly.
“Oh, yes, Daddy!” she groaned, grinning uncontrollably. It felt so fucking good! She couldn’t believe she was doing this with her step-fat
her. She couldn’t believe the depths of emotion she was feeling toward him.
How had she hidden this from herself?
He slipped a second finger inside her, and began to massage her g-spot in rhythmic circles. “Yes, Daddy!” she cried. She had been so wound up, she found herself already racing toward oblivion.
“Yes, Daddy!” she echoed. He was eating her like it was his last time ever. He was lapping at her, as though he were tasting the best thing he had ever tasted.
“You taste so good, baby,” he groaned, and the vibrations from his voice pushed her just a little closer to the edge.
“Keep doing, Daddy, keep doing,” she whimpered, and he obliged. He sped up his fingering, timed it to the laps of her clit, and she was in bliss, soaring toward ecstasy.
“Oh, shit, Daddy, oh shit!” She felt her body tighten up, she knew she was nearly there, nearly past the point of no return. God, her Daddy was good at this.
She let herself get right up to that point, almost passing it, before she pushed his head away from her. She moaned loudly, wondering if she had left it too late, but was pleased when she hadn’t.
“Daddy,” she said to him, biting a lip. “I want to come when you’re inside me. It’ll be my first, and your’s, too.”
“Okay, baby,” he said, nodding. She could tell he was pleased. He lowered himself on top of her, and they shared a kiss, this time less urgent, gentler.
She could feel the tip of his manhood pressing against her entrance, and she smiled at him, biting her lip. “Make love to me, Daddy.”
He pushed his bell inside her, and Mara was instantly overwhelmed with sensation. She dug her nails into his back, her eyes shut involuntarily. God, he was fucking huge!
“It hurts a little,” she moaned. “Go slow.” He did. He inched inside her, bit by bit, her near-dripping womanhood ready to take in his large and girthy rod. In moments, the slight sting she felt from her stretching was gone, and she saw that he had buried himself in her to the hilt.
“Okay, Daddy,” she said, nodding. She looked at him, touched his face and he did hers. “Okay,” she repeated.
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