by Danielle Lux
“Keep trying,” I told her. “By the end of this week I want the whole thing down your throat, or you can find yourself another company to intern at.”
She got back to work, trying her best to deepthroat my big cock. I knew that she’d never be able to take it all by the end of the week, but I always find that in business fear is a great motivator. Maybe by Friday she’d surprise me.
My phone started to ring.
“Yes?” I said, pressing the button.
My secretary’s voice came out from the speaker: “Mr Johnson, it’s your wife on the phone.”
“Put her through.”
“David, are you there?”
Alice sounded like she’d been crying. My wife had always been a bit hysterical, but recently she’d been in tears almost non-stop. It was all because of Issy, her tearaway teenage daughter, who was determined to make life miserable for her mother and me.
My eighteen-year-old step-daughter had always been a troublemaker, in all the years I’d been married to her mother, but recently she’d gone completely off the rails. She spent days away from home, leaving her mother sick with worry, and would come home drunk. She had no job, had quit her studies and was generally a real waste of space.
But as much of a nightmare as Issy was, she was gorgeous. She had the good looks of her mother, with bigger breasts and a big juicy butt that swayed as she walked. Naturally she attracted a lot of male attention, and even I, her step-dad, wasn’t immune. While fucking Alice I’d often imagine I was fucking her daughter instead, pounding the living daylights out of Issy’s tight little eighteen-year-old vagina.
“I’m here, darling,” I said to Alice, running my fingers through the intern’s blonde hair as she sucked my cock.
“It’s Issy,” Alice continued, “I came home early and found her in bed with two boys. Two, David!”
I felt myself swell in the intern’s mouth. The thought of Issy getting fucked by two guys at the same time was as hot as hell. As her stepfather, and the man who raised her, I was furious, but as a red-blooded man with two balls full of cum, it was such a sexy image. I wondered how they’d been fucking her. One in the mouth, one in the pussy? One in her ass and one in her cunt? My mind was racing.
“Mmm mmm!”
The intern was taken by shock as I started to grow in her throat. She’d probably been thinking that there was no way I could get any bigger, but there was always a little bit more left to give for a man like me. I held onto her hair tightly, to make sure she didn’t try and pull her mouth away.
“Which boys were they?” I asked Alice. I started pushing the intern’s head further down my shaft.
“Mmm mmmmm!!” she yelled.
“That friend of her’s Zack, and some other boy I didn’t know. They were all naked in bed together!”
“Tell me more,” I said. I was using the intern’s mouth to jack myself off now, using my grip on her hair to move her head up and down.
Alice was sobbing now.
“They were… they were either end of her, David! Like she was a pig on spit!”
“Oh that’s terrible,” I said, bobbing the intern’s head up and down furiously.
“Mmm mmmmm!!!”
“We need to discipline her, David,” Alice went on. I was close to coming now, imagining the intern’s throat was Issy’s wet pussy, bouncing up and down on my cock. “She won’t listen to me. Will you talk to her?”
“I’ll speak to her tonight,” I said. “I’d better get back to work now. Love you.”
“I love you too, David,” Alice said. I pressed the button on the phone to hang up.
I gripped the sides of intern’s head with both hands, pumping her up and down furiously.
“Mmmm mmmm mmmmm!!!!!” she yelled.
“I’m gonna cum!” I yelled. “Oh fuck, almost there!”
I pushed the intern’s head down, further and further until her lips were touching my pelvis.
“Mmmmmmmmm!!!!”
She’d done it: she’d deepthroated me and it wasn’t even the end of the week. Although I had helped, I suppose—but I wasn’t going to hold that against her.
“Here it comes!” I yelled, unloading my balls down the girl’s throat. I felt wave after wave of hot, thick cum spurt out of my glans down her gullet.
That’s one of the best things about having a really long dick: the spit or swallow question becomes redundant when you can blow your load right into her stomach.
The intern pulled her head away, coughing and spluttering. Her eyes were watering and snot was dripping from her nostrils.
“Well done,” I said, rubbing her cheek, “you did good.”
“T-thank you, Mr Johnson.”
She staggered to her feet.
“You can use my private bathroom to clean yourself up,” I told her, “then please can you arrange for some flowers to be sent to my wife’s work. Roses, I think. She’s had a tough day, she could do with cheering up.”
“Yes, Mr Johnson.”
As the intern staggered off to the bathroom, I sat back on the sofa and wondered what to do about Issy. As hot as the thought of her being pounded by two men was, she was getting out of control and needed to be taught a lesson. She was upsetting her mother, and if Alice was upset, I was the one she moaned to—so something needed to be done.
On my drive home that night I got a call from Alice.
“I’m really sorry, David,” she said, “but I’m going to have to stay another night at the conference. I won’t be home until tomorrow. I’m really sorry.”
“That’s ok,” I told her, “I hope it all goes well.”
“Thanks, David. Are you still ok to talk to Issy tonight?”
“I’ll have a word with her, don’t you worry.”
“Thanks, David. Love you.”
“I love you too.”
When I finally got home, Issy was asleep on the sofa. She looked like she’d been making a day of it—there were empty beer bottles and used cigarettes all over the table.
“Wake up,” I yelled at her. Issy groggily opened her eyes.
“Daddy?”
Even though I was only Issy’s step-dad, Alice had always insisted that Issy refer to me as “Daddy”, since her real father has disappeared long ago. Issy has resisted at first, but then she’d got used to it, and now she never called me anything else.
“What have I told you about smoking in the house?” I said angrily. “And your mother told me she found you with two boys this morning.”
Issy smiled mischievously.
“Brad and Jack? Yeah we were just having a spit roast.”
I felt my cock stir in my pants. Issy noticed the uncomfortable look on my face and laughed.
“Does that turn you on, Daddy?” she asked. “Thinking about me with two men?” She looked down at my crotch and burst out laughing. “Oh my god it does, you’re hard! Daddy I’m your step-daughter—that’s really inappropriate!”
My face was bright red with embarrassment. Issy was grinning, loving how uncomfortable she’d made me.
“Damn, Daddy,” she said, looking at my bulge. “What are you hiding in there? Have you got a license for that thing?”
She laughed, and started to light up another cigarette. I snatched it out of her hand.
“Hey!” Issy protested.
“No smoking in the house,” I told her. I wasn’t going to let this little brat smart-mouth me in my own home, no matter how hot she was.
“Do you at least use protection when you’re with these boys?” I asked.
“What, like a condom?”
“Yes, like a condom!”
Issy laughed.
“Condoms are for losers, Daddy. It feels so much better without.”
“Are you on birth control?” I asked.
“No. My friend Sarah says it messes up your hormones. I just tell them to pull out.”
I was fuming. I couldn’t believe my step-daughter could be so irresponsible, using the pull-out method as
birth control. All it would take would be one over-eager boy who couldn’t pull out in time, and she’d be pregnant.
Issy leaned over and, to my surprise, ran a finger down my bulge. I was almost at full mast now, and my cock was snaking down my pant leg.
“You know,” Issy said, still a bit drunk, “Mom never told me you were packing.”
She gave the head of my cock a little squeeze through my pants. Suddenly I was at full size, my girth straining against the material.
“Fucking hell,” Issy said with fascination, giving me another squeeze. “You’re huuuuge!”
I looked down at her innocent little eighteen-year-old face. She was giving me her best little girl smile—the smile she used when she wanted me to lend her money or give her a lift somewhere.
Then it hit me: a plan that would kill two birds with one stone. A plan that would let me fuck Issy’s eighteen-year-old pussy and make sure she used protection from now on.
“Suck Daddy’s dick,” I ordered her.
“Daddy!” Issy said, pretending to be outraged. “You're sooo wicked! I’m your stepdaughter!”
“I said suck it,” I said, unzipping my fly and pulling my pants and boxers down to my ankles. I stood there, naked from the waist down, as Issy gazed at my cock with fascination.
“Oh shit,” she said. She didn’t sound so mocking now: in fact she sounded a little scared. “It’s so big.”
“I know it’s big,” I told her. “You think you’re the first girl to tell me that? I don’t want you to compliment it, I want you to SUCK IT!”
“Ok, ok,” said Issy sulkily. “Chill out.”
She lifted my cock with her hand and, in a ritual I’d seen countless other woman and girls perform, she bounced it a couple of times to feel its weight. Her eyes were as wide as saucers.
You think it’s big now, wait and see how it feels when it’s destroying your tight little pussy, I thought to myself.
Issy started to fellate me, licking my shaft as she used a hand to jack me off.
I arched my head back, groaning with pleasure. I’d dreamed about this moment for so long, and now it was actually happening. Issy’s lips and tongue felt more amazing on my dick than I’d ever imagined. As young as she was, she was definitely a seasoned cocksucker.
She put another hand on my shaft, and used both of them—one on top of the other—to jack me off as she licked my glans. It felt so good. My legs felt numb.
“You like that, Daddy?” she asked, cheekily.
“Just keep sucking,” I told her. “You’re still in big trouble.”
Issy kept going, her tiny soft hands feeling so good as she jacked my fat shaft. Then, without warning, she took her hands away and started to push her mouth down onto my cock.
She went further and further, making little gagging sounds, but not stopping her descent . Unlike the twenty-two year old intern, eighteen-year-old Issy was a real pro. She took more and more of my cock into her throat, until finally her lips kissed my pelvis—she’d deepthroated me first time!
Issy moved her head up and down in small movements, fucking my cock with her mouth. I ran my fingers through her hair, helping to guide her as she bobbed up, then down… up, then down…
Finally Issy lifted her head up, my dick sliding out of her gullet. She was panting and spluttering, saliva dripping from her chin. But she was smiling.
“Fuck,” she said. “That’s the biggest dick I’ve ever deepthroated!”
I sat down on the sofa next to her and kissed her. Her mouth opened to greet mine, our tongues caressing each other. I slid a hand under Issy’s t-shirt, pushing my fingers under her bra cup and finding a nipple.
“Oh Daddy…” Issy gasped as I kissed her neck and brought her nipple to hardness. Her breast was huge but firm. It was easy to squish but would bounce right back into shape.
I reached round and unclasped Issy’s bra, so I could feel her breasts more easily. Then, when I’d brought both nipples to hardness with my fingers, I decided I needed to have a taste, so I lifted up her t-shirt and sucked on them.
Issy ran her fingers through my hair as I devoured her breasts. I felt a tiny hand slide down my chest, then delicate fingers took hold of my cock, which had gone half-soft but instantly grew to full hardness in Issy’s grasp.
“I want you, Daddy,” Issy whispered, “I want you to give me that big daddy dick. I want you to split my little pussy open.”
My dick was so hard now it was almost painful. I looked down and saw it was practically glowing red, there was so much blood pumping through it. Issy’s tiny white fingers looked comically small as they struggled to wrap round my girth.
I got off the sofa and crouched down between Issy’s legs. I started to pull her little hot pants down, and she helped me by squirming out of them. I brought them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Then I did the same thing with her little white panties. I was pleased to see that her pussy was completely shaved—there wasn’t a hair to be seen.
Once Issy was naked from the waist down, I went down on her, lapping at her clit with my tongue, while sliding a finger in and out of her tight wet hole. Her pussy was so slippery and wet, and my chin was soon covered in her juices. She tasted delicious.
Issy gripped onto my hair, her whole body shuddering with pleasure as I feasted on her cunt.
Finally I couldn’t take it any more: I had to fuck this tight little pussy now.
I stood up, then grabbed Issy’s legs to maneuver her so she was lying lengthways on the sofa.
Issy giggled.
“Are you going to fuck me, Daddy? Are you going to fuck your naughty little step-daughter with your big cock?”
I was in no mood for Issy’s games, so I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and thrust my dick inside her, right to the balls.
“Big big big big BIG!!!!!!” Issy yelled, her face contorting with what looked like a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Issy had been such a little nightmare to her mother and I these last few months that I took no mercy on her pussy, fucking her super hard right from the off. Her tight little eighteen-year-old cunt gripped me like a vice, and I could feel every ridge of her rubbing against the veins on my shaft as I slammed into her.
“Daddy…” she groaned, “slow down, slow down!”
Instead, I sped up, making mincemeat of her vagina. It was clear that no matter how sexually experienced she was, Issy had never experienced a dong like mine. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I fucked her, and drool ran from her chin.
“Daddy…” she gasped deliriously, “don’t forget to take it out… before you cum… not on… birth control…”
The reminder that I was fucking an unprotected cunt just made me grow harder, and fuck Issy’s pussy more furiously. I had two grown-up kids already, so I knew I was fertile, and it was such a turn on to know that I could cum inside this little bitch and make her pregnant at any moment. I imagined how hot it would be, to spill my seed in her and watch her eighteen-year-old belly grow big with my child. I hadn’t fucked a pregnant woman since I’d split up with my ex wife, and I’d missed it.
But that wasn’t why I was doing this. I was doing it to teach Issy a lesson; a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. Of course I was doing it to have fun as well, and because I’d fantasized about fucking Issy’s little pussy for ages, but the lesson was the important part.
Suddenly Issy’s mouth gasped open, her back arched and her eyes rolled into the back of her head so I could only see the whites.
“Oh Daddy, oh god!”
I felt Issy’s pussy clench as she came on my dick. Her whole body shuddered.
I felt a familiar tingling in my balls: I was reaching the finish line too. I had only been fucking Issy for about ten minutes, but her pussy was so lovely and tight that I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Daddy’s going to cum!” I told her, tightly gripping her ankles as I thrust.
“Make sure you pull out,” Issy said, digging her nails in
to my back.
I kept pounding.
“I’m going to cum!” I yelled. “Oh god I’m going to fucking cum!”
“Daddy, I’m not joking—don’t cum inside me!”
“This is why you use condoms,” I told her, “what if one of those boys was enjoying your pussy so much that he refused to pull out? Or what if he wanted to get you pregnant so you’d stay with him?”
I grabbed Issy’s calves and started pumping her with all my might.
“Ok Daddy, I get it, I get it! Just please pull out!”
“Fuck your cunt is tight,” I told her, “so nice and tight and wet. I think I might just finish inside you. Fill you full of my cum.”
“Daddy, please!” Issy yelled. She was crying now, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I don’t want to have a baby! I’m only eighteen!”
“Then you need to use protection!” I told her. “You gonna make sure you use condoms from now on?”
“I promise, Daddy, I promise!”
Satisfied with her answer, I whipped my dick out of Issy’s cunt and shot cum across her belly. It was a mammoth load: the first shot was followed by a second, then a third. Finally a fourth load dribbled out, landing in her bellybutton, and my balls were empty.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Issy said, crying with happiness. She was looking at the amount of cum I’d coated her stomach with. Some was on her tits too.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson now,” I said. Issy smiled, her big eyes glistening.
“I have, Daddy. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” I said, leaning forward and kissing her on the forehead. “I just want to look after you. You know that, don’t you?”
Issy nodded.
From that day onwards, Issy was much better behaved. I’d always been a fan of scare-tactics in business, and the same tactics had worked wonders on my stepdaughter.
“I don’t know what’s come over Issy,” Alice said, a few days later. “She’s so well behaved all of a sudden—she’s even started coming home for dinner.”
Alice turned to me.
“I know you said something to her, David. Whatever it was—thank you. I feel like I have my daughter back.”
I just smiled. Obviously I couldn’t tell Alice that the way I’d got her daughter to behave was by fucking her brains out, so I just kept quiet.