Secret Daddy

by James, Bianca

  As he opened his lips against mine, I followed his lead. We held each other closely, lips barely touching; mouths open, feeling each other’s breath. Gently, the tip of his tongue began to trace a line around my top and bottom lip before venturing into my waiting mouth.

  Unsure how to respond, I allowed Brandon to continue his exploration of my mouth. He seemed so gentle and giving as he kissed me. Not at all like my previous experiences with guys ramming their tongues vigorously down my throat, as if they were doing me a favor and practically gagging me in the process. No, this man knew how to kiss a woman. The more he gave me, the more I wanted.

  Brandon was different to anyone I’d been with before. I knew I was going to find out how much so, as I responded to his kiss by meeting his tongue with mine and venturing into his mouth.

  Breaking away, momentarily, Brandon returned his attention to my neck, working his way from my shoulder toward my ear, using his fingers to tuck the hair behind my ear as he went, exposing my ear to his lips. He took my breath away each time he brushed his lips across my ear then gently breathed into it. I quivered in anticipation when I knew he was about to do it again.

  I’d never experienced such tender, attentive kissing before and was totally immersed in the experience, unable to do anything more than moan quietly with each touch of his lips, tongue and fingers on my neck and ears.

  My nipples hardened against the smooth fabric of my bra, as if they were connected directly to the nerves in my ears. Each kiss or touch only made them harder and more sensitive, aching to be cupped and squeezed by his strong hands.

  Brandon’s expert hands slid down my back toward my butt, feeling every inch of me before working their way toward my hypersensitive and welcoming breasts. Cupping them in his hands, he squeezed them rather firmly before lightly caressing the now rock hard nipples with his fingertips.

  But this had to stop. What was I doing?

  “Brandon, we can’t,” I said as I pushed my hands half-heartedly against his muscled chest.

  “Can’t what?” he whispered in my ear and followed it up with a nibble of my earlobe.

  “This…we can’t be doing this. Our parents are about to get married.”

  “That’s tomorrow. Let’s worry about that, then. Tonight we’re just two people sharing something special.”

  “But you’re still going to be my stepbrother. That still feels a bit weird,” I protested, but without any real conviction.

  “Then, don’t think of me as being a stepbrother. I’ve got a better idea…”

  He let the words hang in the air as a mischievous grin danced across his full, kissable lips.

  My brows shot up and I gave him my best ‘out-with-it’ stare.

  “Well…as you so eloquently pointed out previously, I’m nearly old enough…I’m quite a bit older than you, lets’ just leave it at that, shall we.”

  “And?” I urged him to go on.

  He looked sheepish, almost as if this all seemed like a good idea but now he wasn’t so sure.

  I slapped him on the arm and my tiny hand met a bulging bicep. Ouch. He was one hell of a fit unit for a guy more like my mom’s age. “Just say it, already.”

  “I’ve always had this little fantasy,” he began. “I know it will sound weird, but I’ve never been with anyone quite as…you know…with such an age gap. But I’ve often thought about it and what it would be like to have someone call me Daddy.”

  He stopped right there. I think he was waiting for me to judge him or tell him he was a weirdo or something.

  I didn’t say a word.

  I moved closer to him, took his hands and placed them firmly on my breasts.

  “Squeeze me, Daddy,” I dared him.

  I thought his eyes were going to bug out of his head the way he looked at me.

  He squeezed them tenderly but with passion. His eyes ignited with desire and it was as if a mutual understanding blossomed between us. I’d play along with his little fantasy, seamlessly and fully. I’d secretly harbored similar cravings in the past but hadn’t dared ever shared them with anyone. I had to admire his courage and outspokenness.

  “You have the most gorgeous, responsive breasts—” Brandon began to say, before he stopped suddenly.

  “You were going to add that they were the best you’ve ever felt, weren’t you?” I replied, in a cheeky tone.

  “True, but I thought you might find that offensive,”

  At least he was honest about it.

  “Not at all, it’s actually very flattering,” I whispered into his ear before flicking my tongue inside, in the same way I imagined him licking me, at some point.

  As he started to unzip my dress, I stopped him by pulling away slightly. “Not yet, Daddy,” I pleaded. I had something in mind and Brandon sensed this also.

  As we embraced and kissed, more passionately this time, I took the opportunity to explore Brandon’s torso. Every muscle of his lean, muscular chest, back and arms were mine to explore, with only the fine fabric of his snug fitting shirt separating his skin from my touch.

  Seductively unbuttoning his shirt, from the bottom up, I paused to enjoy his firm abs and well-shaped pecs along the way. Then my hands slid across his broad shoulders and thick, strong upper back, kissing his chest and pressing my tongue against his nipples at the same time.

  Wrapping my hands around his neck, I pulled his head closer and held my lips against his as I ran my fingers through his thick hair, before pulling it hard and forcing his mouth against mine. I probed him with my tongue, timidly at first, despite the urge I felt to kiss him deeply and passionately.

  Aroused to the point where he could no longer hold back, Brandon entwined his fingers through my hair and pulled me tighter against him. His swollen, throbbing manhood pressed against my belly as he kissed me hard and possessively.

  Until now, I’d been taking cues from him. Following his lead and pace, feeling grateful that he gave me the feedback I needed to please him. After all, he had made me feel more sexy and desirable than I’d ever felt before.

  As much as I wanted to please him, other urges welling up inside me as the feel and warmth of his body aroused mine to new levels. Feeling his hardened cock pressed against me was helping to speed things up, so I returned his kiss deeply and with a frantic passion.

  Worried that he might find me too spirited, I slowed down and started to pull away. He gripped my shoulders and pulled me back, kissing me again, this time more sedately, which only made me hunger for more. I couldn’t help myself and started sucking on his tongue, trying to draw him further into my mouth, trying to satisfy my hunger.

  Brandon broke away from the kiss and looked across the room. A sly grin was accompanied by a mischievous glint in his eyes. I turned to see what he was looking at.

  “No way,” I said and shook my head defiantly.

  I tried to break free of his grip as he guided me toward the balcony doors on the other side of the room. My hand was firmly in his grasp and despite my effort to free myself, part of me liked the fact that he took control. I found it quite intoxicating.

  Secretly hoping not to lose the momentum of the moment, I allowed him to guide me outside before turning away from him and leaning forward with my elbows on the balcony railing, my high heeled feet spread wide.

  Brandon gasped with surprise or maybe he was growling with animalistic arousal when I arched my back to make my ass stick out further which hoisted my dress even further up my thighs. Either way, I could tell he liked the signals my body language was sending him.

  “Are you sure?” Brandon asked quietly, making it clear he knew what I wanted and that he wasn’t going to stop once I gave him the go ahead.

  “Oh yeah!” was all I could moan in reply. I was so nervous, I could hardly speak. What was I thinking!

  Looking down from the balcony, I imagined what cocktail drinkers by the pool would see, if they were too look up. It excited me to know that they could see me, as I leaned over the railing, but would have
no clue as to what was going on behind me. To put it bluntly, my panties were dripping wet at the thought of acting out this little fantasy.

  Sex in a public place, in full view! I’d read and heard about people doing it or thinking about doing it, but I’d had never imagined myself doing it in a million years.

  With his firm fingers gripping my shoulder blades, Brandon pressed his thumbs on either side of my spine, massaging me and releasing some of my tension.

  “Relax, gorgeous,” Brandon whispered softly. I guess we were both unsure who might be on a nearby balcony or if our voices might carry all the way to the pool deck.

  “Mmmmm, Daddy. That feels divine. Keep going,” I encouraged.

  “And there.” He had expertly moved his hands higher toward my neck and shoulders.

  As his hands worked higher, his hips moved closer to my butt. Now I could feel his hardness against me, bursting to escape the captivity of his pants. I pushed back on him and felt him harden in response. I enjoyed being a little tease and feeling him respond like that was the reason why. It made me feel in control.

  Still looking down and watching the unsuspecting evening poolside crowd below, I felt his hands slide down and grab my butt, pulling me harder against his cock. Massaging my ass, he managed to work my little black dress up to my hips, exposing the delicate lace of the Victoria’s Secret cheeky panties I’d worn especially.

  “You look delightful. So sexy,” he said, grabbing my butt with both hands. “Your ass looks good enough to eat.” He dug his fingers deep into my flesh, making a predatory growling sound in his throat.

  “Show me.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. I was choking with anticipation and wanted nothing more than to be devoured by him. I loved having this effect on him. I felt sexy and in control, even though I knew he was the one taking the lead.

  I just told my future stepbrother that I wanted him to eat my ass! Could I have been any more wanton and brazen?

  The problem was that by this time, I wasn’t thinking at all. Rational thought had long set sail and left me stranded on a balcony overlooking a pool full of people while my stepbrother to be was kneading my ass cheeks and growling like a horny beast.

  Kneeling down, he sunk his teeth into the cheek of my ass, biting hard. I let out a muffled cry. Then he continued over to the other cheek and bit softer this time.

  “Harder, Daddy.” The command came from my mouth but I hardly believed I actually said it aloud.

  He bit harder. I braced, anticipating the pain, as he continued to bite and suck, leaving a mark where his mouth had been. His mark. He had marked me as his own — for tonight, anyway.

  “That’s better,” he said, as he drew back to examine it. I felt special and desired, having his mark on me like that.

  I don’t think I’d even felt so desirable in my life.

  Pulling my panties aside, he ran his tongue up the cleft of my ass, pausing at the top to nuzzle the base of my spine with his tongue. I couldn’t help myself. I moved my feet further apart and arched my back even more, pressing my ass hard against his mouth.

  He grabbed my cheeks firmly and used his thumbs to open the cleft while his tongue performed an erotic dance between my sensitive, soft ass cheeks.

  Soon, his tongue found what it had been searching for. My tight, puckered opening squeezed shut when his tongue first found it, but I relaxed as soon as he withdrew. I’d never experienced any attention there before. I had always thought of it being a very naughty place. Now my body, specifically my ass, was betraying me. I felt it open up to allow him to explore more freely.

  I felt very naughty. Even a little bit dirty. And I liked the feeling. My pussy was dripping at the thought of his tongue exploring my newly discovered erogenous zone. I’d always thought of myself as being a ‘proper’ girl. A good girl. Now I realized that maybe I was just a naughty, dirty girl, deep down.

  He slid my panties off and threaded them past my high heels, before continuing to tease me by rimming my tight anus with the tip of his tongue at the same time as his fingers explored my inner thighs and made their way to the soft, smooth folds of my warm, wet pussy.

  I moaned more loudly than I should have when he dipped a finger between my slick folds and slid it effortlessly between my lips and into my tight, moist passage. He continued to tease my ass with his tongue while he explored my pussy with his other hand. I was enjoying the unfamiliar sensation more than I could ever have imagined, but I wanted more, so I spread my legs wider to give him better access. Almost immediately two strong, thick fingers entered my tight, wet passage while a third expertly massaged my clit.

  “Oh fuck, Daddy, what are you doing to me?” My legs started to shake.

  Bending my knees, I could force myself down hard on his fingers, taking them deep and hard with each thrust. My clit became more sensitive to his touch by the second and soon I could feel the heat of my climax building between my legs and spreading through me in all directions.

  I was desperate to feel his tongue in my ass once again and I pushed my hips back toward his face. He was teasing me and making me wait. He pulled back each time I tried to thrust back on his tongue. My body was begging for release. Begging to feel his soft warm tongue in my ass as his magic fingers pounded me and grazed my clit.

  “Oh fuck! More. More clit. Please Brandon, don’t stop. Please! Rub it harder!” I begged. I didn’t know if I was making sense or not, but I didn’t care. I just needed to come.

  “Come for me baby, like a bad girl. I’m ready for you. Come on my fingers. Come on my tongue,” he demanded urgently.

  “Oh Daddy!”

  All at once, I felt an explosion of sensations cascading through my body. I pushed my ass back hard and felt my tight opening succumb to the pressure of Brandon’s tongue and engulf its tip. The sensations all blended into one massive, mind-blowing feeling of ecstasy as the waves of orgasm flooded through every inch of my body.

  Finally, my knees buckled and I almost collapsed, spent from the most earth shattering orgasm ever. Brandon caught me in his strong arms and wrapped them around me protectively. He made me feel safe and secure.

  Oh my God! If he can make me come like that with just his fingers and tongue …

  “What the fuck was that?” I whispered as he spun me around and held me close.

  Chapter 4

  “So, that was alright, then?” Brandon quizzed, with a raised eyebrow and a cheeky smile.

  “I hope nobody heard us. Was I too loud?” I asked.

  “You were fine. Nobody heard you but me, I’m sure,” Brandon reassured me with a gentle squeeze as he held me close and tight.

  “I want you. Right now,” was all he said before he placed his hands on my shoulders and spun me around.

  Hearing him kick off his shoes and undo his pants was just what I wanted to hear. As nice as it felt having his fingers inside me, I was ready for the real thing and I wanted it more than I’d wanted it in a very, very long time. I was hungry for it.

  Once again, I bent over and spread my legs apart, pushed my butt out and waited to receive him. Looking down, between my legs, I could see his pants drop to the ground before he kicked them aside. I could just about picture him standing behind me, his rock hard cock pointing skyward, ready to impale me and slam me from behind, all while unsuspecting guests enjoyed the poolside ambience no more than 50 feet below. At that thought, my nipples hardened and a primal hunger ignited in my pussy that I couldn’t wait any longer to satisfy. I was desperate for him to take me.

  With one hand gripping my shoulder and the other clawing my ass cheek, Brandon rubbed the thick, swollen head of his cock against my wet pussy lips, and then he withdrew it, teasing me.

  “Don’t tease me, Brandon. Please. I need you inside me. All of you. I want you to fill me!” I gasped.

  “What did you just call me?” His tone sounded menacing.

  “Don’t tease me, Daddy,” I repeated.

  “Tell me you want it. I want to
hear you say it,” he growled.

  “Daddy, please. Don’t tease me. I want it. I want to feel you inside me. Fuck me deep!”

  “That’s better. I need to hear you say you want it. I want you to want me,” he said as he dipped the head of his cock between my slick pussy lips and I felt the enormous tip of his cock pressed against my tight opening.

  With a short but solid, thrust, he pushed past the initial resistance and I felt my entire tunnel close firmly around his thick shaft. He had buried himself to the hilt inside me.

  “Fuck you’re so tight. I can feel every bit of you tight around every inch of my cock,” Brandon whispered in my ear as he leaned forward, pressing his chiseled abs against my lower back and butt.

  “And it feels like there’re a lot of inches there, too,” I replied. He really was filling me right up and I was loving it.

  Brandon began to slide his cock out until the flared rim of his huge crown hit my tight opening at which point he thrust it home again. Hard.

  “That’s it, give it to me hard. Nail me with that fat cock. I want to come on it and take your hot load deep inside me,” I snarled. I sounded like a dirty little slut and felt like one, too as his cock twitched inside me in response to my filthy words.

  Grabbing my shoulder with one hand, he held me steady as he thrust harder and deeper. I could feel from his frantic pistoning that his own climax was building. I wanted to come, too. I wanted to come when he did so my contractions deep within would tighten around his head and shaft as he spilled his load inside me.

  “That’s it. Slam me. Slam me good. Pound me mercilessly. I want it hard and deep,” I encouraged him urgently without screaming. Each time he pounded me hard I felt the head of his cock touch something inside me that I just couldn’t describe. I couldn’t get enough of him.