I walked into the kitchen one morning, pulling my robe over my bathing suit. If I was going to be home alone, the least I could do was enjoy the pool. Bryce had his back to me and was pouring himself a bourbon; my cheerful greeting seemed to startle him. Recovering his composure he turned around on his stool to face me.
“It really is good to see you, Venice. I could really use the company this week.”
“What’s wrong, daddy?” I asked, genuinely concerned about his unusual demeanor.
“It’s nothing really. Just having a bad week. You probably wouldn’t understand even if I tried to explain,” he laughed dryly without his usual spirit.
“Try me,” I replied with interest.
He let out a heavy sigh. “Well Venice, you probably won’t be able to relate. Hell, you’re in the prime of your life right now and have every reason to believe that life will only get more exciting. I, on the other hand, am getting older.”
“You’re not old!” I cut in. He really wasn’t old; mom had married him five years her junior, which made him only forty-two.
“Trust me, when you get to be about thirty, you’ll know what I’m talking about. Anyway, it’s just different, and it is hard to accept. We just keep getting older, and even with all the money in the world I’m not any happier than I was when I was broke. Hell, I might have been happier then, because even though I was struggling I had everything to look forward to and a woman by my side.”
“Oh daddy!” I wrapped my arms around his waist and gave him a tight hug, wishing I could say something that would make him feel better. “If life isn’t what you want, then go out and do what makes you happy.” It was corny, but it was true--why would anyone want to spend their lives doing something that made them unhappy?
Bryce shifted uncomfortably, and as he moved away from me I could see why, even though he tried to hide it. I instantly felt self-conscious. I hadn’t ever seen him get a hard on, and geez, he’d gotten it after merely hugging me. Sure, he wasn’t my real dad, so it wasn’t really that strange or anything. But he had never responded that way to a hug before.
Christian’s nearly-forgotten words played through my head: “I bet if you were to do that for your step dad, you’d never have to worry about money again.”
It was really naughty of me to even consider it, but honestly, I was surprised that it hadn’t crossed my mind sooner. Daddy was handsome, rich, and I knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t just some asshole that wanted nothing but a good lay. He actually cared about me, and Chastity for that matter. Would it really be so wrong if I were to put the past in the past and just think of him as a man?
He moved to the other side of the counter and was looking through a stack of envelopes, clearly hoping I hadn’t noticed anything. His eyes were a light green, and he had just a touch of grey beside his temples. It wasn’t so much that he looked like an old man; it was just enough to make one think that he could teach you a thing or two.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t ever seen his body, but for the first time in my life, I really looked at him. His chest was muscular, and even through the cotton of his shirt I could see the hard lines that showed the definition in his frame. His arms bulged and it wasn’t hard to imagine the power they held. I knew it was wrong on some level, but daddy deserved a good woman, and I deserved a good man. I was going to make him take me, even if it took the whole week!
“Well, I’m going to go lay out by the pool. Feel free to come join me, Bryce.” It felt weird to call him by name--I had always called him 'daddy.' Somehow the air between us felt instantly different. I had suddenly went from the little girl he helped raise to a grown woman. His equal in every way.
He raised a curious eyebrow in my direction before going back to his envelopes. “Getting too old for terms of endearment?” he chuckled
I turned, opening the fridge and bending down to the very bottom drawer. It was a naughty thing to tease him this way, but I could feel the place between my thighs tighten just a little. I grabbed a banana from the bottom drawer and peeled it right there. Taking a big bite, I smiled at him before walking out the French doors that led outside.
Once I got it in to my head to make Bryce take notice, it really wasn’t hard to do at all. I wore just the right clothes, the kind that was guaranteed to make a guy stop and take notice. A white T-shirt with no bra, just thin enough that in the right light one might be able to make out my pert, pink nipples. And a skirt just short enough that when I sat in the right position someone might accidentally catch a glimpse of my silky red panties.
I thought teasing him this way would only serve to excite his needs, but in the process I found that it actually turned me on! I would get wet just imagining him catching a glimpse, or thinking of the day when he would finally take me. Would it be today, after I made him rub lotion on my back? Or would it be on the counter after I accidentally gave him a glimpse of my pussy as I shifted my legs in just the right way? I was constantly fantasizing, and by the time Wednesday came around I could hardly stop thinking about him.
That afternoon, after we returned home from a run in the park, Bryce excused himself and said he was off to take a shower. Not long after he started the shower I heard an unusual noise coming from his bathroom. My ears perked up, and my belly tightened into a knot as I tip-toed down the hall and through Bryce’s bedroom to investigate.
The bathroom door was cracked just a sliver, but the sound was now unmistakable: Bryce was jerking off. I pressed my eye up to the crack and opened the door just a little more. He had one arm propping him up against the wall while the other was tugging hard and fast at his cock. Even through the steam that had condensed on the glass shower door, I could make out the shape of his cock. I stared at it with wide-eyed wonder--I had no idea Bryce was so big!
His voice came in a deep rumble and startled me. “You want me to put this dick into your tight little pussy, Venice?” He stroked his cock three times, hard and paused.
‘Oh god, this is it, he’s caught me looking and this is how it’s going to happen!’ I thought, too embarrassed and shocked to even speak.
“Your perky little tits and that tight ass, running around here like some sort of succubus. Mm-hmm. If only you knew how badly I wanted to bend you over and fuck your naughty little cunt!”
I felt my heartbeat slow just a little as I realized that I hadn’t been caught--no I had caught him! He was playing out a naughty little fantasy of his own, and I was the star! I slid my fingers down the front of my panties as I watched him stroke himself. Every tug and every thrust I matched with my own tiny fingers. I wanted his cock as just as badly as he wanted to give it to me.
“…fuck you hard!” he growled
I pressed my fingers deeper and pulled them forward and towards my belly. “More,” I whimpered, goose bumps tightening the skin of my torso and legs.
“Make you scream…” his voice was strained now and I felt my body grow tense, matching his own intensity.
His hand moved faster now, and he let out a low, agonized groan. I thrust my own fingers deep inside of me, mirroring his motions exactly, sending myself over the edge, there was no returning.
With two more quick tugs he let out a deep and desperate moan. “Oh fuck, here I come.”
My body convulsed, and my pussy tightened hard around my finger, waves of lust and pleasure overwhelming me and making my knees weak. I could see his cock blow, a thick stream of white visible for only a second before blending into the white of the shower wall. His head fell forward and rested against the wall, the warm water spraying the top of his back.
I had just enough time to pull my panties back into place and close the door before I heard Bryce turn off the faucet and step out. On my toes I made my escape, my nipples still hard and my face flush with the heat of a satisfying release.
I spent the rest of the day blushing every time he looked at me. I had witnessed a moment that he had never meant for me to see, and it was all I could think of when I looked at hi
m. It was silly to be so shy now. I mean, I had practically begged him to fuck me all week by prancing around like a little sex kitten, and now here I was, afraid of the fact that he’d taken notice.
I was cutting up a tomato when he came up behind me later that day. I had no idea just how close he was until his fingertips slowly ran down my spine, massaging me softly. I sat the knife down, my belly clenching with anticipation and my head falling back lightly against his touch.
“You like that?” Bryce asked softly.
“It’s nice,” I said with a mousy little squeak.
He put his other hand on my shoulder and he squeezed and worked the tissue harder. Bryce took a step closer, making me gasp as I felt his cock brush against the eager flesh of my behind. My hands had made it to the edge of the countertop and I was gripping the granite edge so hard that my knuckles were white. He flexed and kneaded the muscles down my spine, pressing hard when he reached the small of my back.
“You’re so tight right here,” he breathed, his hands pressing harder, forcing a little bend in my hips.
Bryce stepped closer, and I let out a little whimper as I felt his swollen cock press hard against me, flexing his hips into mine as he leveraged the small of my back with his fingers.
One more forceful thrust of his hips and a heavy push from his hands bent me ninety-degrees over the countertop. His fingers made their way to my outer thighs, sliding slowly up until they were under my skirt. He wrapped his fingers around my skimpy lace panties, and with one forceful tug pulled them down. I bit my lip hard and let out a desperate moan, my pussy aching for him to take me right then and there.
He lifted my little cut-off jean skirt up and around my waist, kicking my legs out to the sides to spread my ass cheeks. My body was on fire, electricity coming in waves and begging him to satisfy that taboo hunger deep within my belly. He took a good long look at my wet, swollen, pink mound that was desperate for his cock and he groaned.
“You have no idea just how long I’ve thought about fucking you, Venice,” his voice was raspy and his hand twisted into the roots of my hair.
My body bowed under his strength as he pulled my hair back. My hips spread wider under his grip, my body wild with desperate anticipation for his cock.
“Fuck me now,” I begged him.
“Is that what you want, Venice? For me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”
“Please,” I gasped, feeling his thick cock pressing up against my slit.
“You are so fucking wet,” he groaned. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He slapped my ass hard, making me let out a little cry.
“I want your cock, I want to make you cum.”
My words sent him over the edge, and his hard dick plowed into my wetness making me scream out in ecstasy. Harder and harder he thrust, each time my cries would grow a little louder and a little less controlled. I needed his body as much as he needed mine, and I flexed my hips in desperation as he rode me from behind.
He flipped me easily onto my back, and my legs fell wide open as he pulled my hips to the edge of the counter. He pumped me hard, making my full tits bounce enthusiastically on my chest. His lips circled my nipples and he sucked hard as his arms pulled my thighs into his with a furious urgency.
“Oh,” I whimpered, “I’m going to…”
“Squirt,” Bryce finished my sentence for me.
I had never squirted in my life, but somehow my insides knew exactly what to do, and they followed his commands in a sudden, intense contraction. I felt myself burst, and warm, slick heat squirted out, coating his cock and making a mess of the counter.
“Oh God!” Bryce gasped, his entire body flexing and shaking hard as his cock plowed into me in three more ferocious times.
I felt him let go, both of our bodies finding release at the exact same moment in time. My body contracted rhythmically, milking him for every last drop of his sex until there was no more fight in either of us. We were totally spent, lying there exhausted in each other's arms, panting and hot.
“You have no idea how badly I needed that.”
I giggled. “You weren’t the only one. You know, Bryce, I hadn’t ever thought about it until this weekend, but,” I paused, hoping that I wasn’t about to throw a wrench into our relationship, “I really love you, and I don’t see any reason why we couldn’t be together.” I tickled his chest with my fingers as we stared at each other.
Bryce didn’t waste any time. He was a powerful man and he arranged a transfer for Chastity and I. I had no idea how she would take the news, but I wanted her to know that I wasn’t just walking out on her. We had always lived together and been super close, and there was no way I would have accepted Bryce’s offer of moving back home if she wasn’t invited as well.
Bryce and I spent hours worrying about how we were going to share the news with Avery and Chastity. We thought we would have a few more days to settle all of the details, so you can imagine our surprise when they the doorbell rang on Saturday and the two of them walked in together.
“I thought you were both off gallivanting for the week!” I chirped nervously, hugging Chastity and nodding politely to Avery.
Chastity was all grins, and I was nervous that she could read me like a book.
“Actually,” Avery stepped in and made his way over to the couch, waiting for everyone to sit down before he continued. Chastity sat down next to him, and it struck me as odd at just how close the two of them looked sitting side by side.
“We have news, and we don’t want to wait until it gets any more awkward than it has to be; Chastity and I are dating.”
I gasped in surprise and saw Chastity’s cheeks grow bright red.
“Since when? How?” I cried in surprise.
“Since last week!” she replied excitedly. “During seven minutes,” Chastity mouthed silently to me and gave me a little wink.
“That’s great!” I jumped to my feet at the same time as Chastity and gave her a warm, encouraging hug.
“We have some news as well,” Bryce smiled, cocking his head to the side as he looked at the two of them.
“No!” Chastity cried out with disbelief.
I smiled brightly as Bryce put his arm around me and pulled me in tightly.
“Like father like son!” Chastity and I piped out at exactly the same time, sending everyone into a laughing fit.
More than a Step-Daddy
I checked my hair in the mirror and tousled it a little more. My new nighty clung to my creamy white skin and my long blonde hair fell in little ringlets down to my ribcage. I pulled my breasts up and together, giving just a little more pop to my already ample cleavage. I was no twig, but I knew for a fact that Bryson had a thing for curves. Every girlfriend he’d ever brought home was a near mirror image to my body type. But despite everything I did to try to catch his attention, he’d been perfectly ignorant of my ripe flesh.
I sprayed a fine mist of water onto my skin, crawling back into bed and pulling the covers up over my legs and balling a bit of them into my arms.
“Ahhhhh.” I screamed with horror and freight. “Ahhhhh,” I screamed again, closing my eyes as I heard his footsteps pounding down the hall.
My heart was racing as he threw the door open, calling out to me.
“Ashley, Ashley, it’s just a dream, wake up.” His voice boomed.
I sat straight up with a look of freight and began to pout and sob. “Not again,” I cried out with big alligator tears.
I threw the covers off of my body as Bryson pulled me into his chest, pressing my moist flesh against him. His eyes flashed down at my nighty, but he quickly looked away.
“What was it this time Ash?” He asked me gently as I snuggled in close.
“I honestly can’t remember. But I can’t shake this overwhelming feeling of terror.” I pouted my lip out, looking up at him with big brown eyes. “Can I sleep with you…?” His eyes grew narrow and his brow wrinkled. “Just for tonight.” I quickly added, afraid he would tell me no.
I looked up at him helplessly, nodding in agreement. I could soothe my nerves just fine, it was my passions I couldn’t seem to pacify.
Bryson was my technically my stepdad, and when I lost my job and gotten kicked out of my apartment, I had nowhere else to go. My own father had never been in the picture, and my mother had gone off the deep-end two years ago when I’d moved to San Francisco. Honestly, I had hated to ask him for help, but he ensured me that he was more than happy to help me out.
Three months had passed since I moved in, and I watched with a critical eye as he brought one lousy woman after another home. Bryson was well off, a trust fund baby. Since my mother had left him, he apparently found the motivation to start up his own tech company and had done well enough to afford him a beachfront property in La Jolla. He never did talk much about his finances, but every woman he brought home eyed the house like a damned hawk. I knew exactly why they were all so persistent, and quick to fall head over heels, but fortunately, so did Bryson.
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