If Daddy had a preference for blondes, the years of living with my mother the harpy have completely altered his tastes. I’m 99% sure she’s having an affair with her personal trainer. There have been a few times I’ve almost caught them in the act and she’s given me the most ridiculous excuses. However, Daddy has been far more discreet and harder to catch. Fortunately, one of his henchmen, Anton, who has a bit of a crush on me, proved to be an invaluable resource. One day when I showed up at his office unannounced and found him gone for the day, Anton let me take a peek at his personal calendar. After that, I knew where he was going to be every day until Christmas and there appeared to be a lot of time being spent with someone named Anna and someone named Marina.
I never thought of myself as a particularly jealous person, but that’s probably because the only man I’ve ever wanted was my stepfather and the only person I thought I was competing with was my shitty mother. So it was a pretty rude awakening the first time I saw Daddy cozying up to his little whores. As it turned out he didn’t have one, but two mistresses, and they both worked for him. So now I needed to get rid of my mother and his two mistresses!
Chapter 2
Daddy’s Girl
“Zoe! Baby! Over here!” Daddy was already sitting down at the table waiting for me. Ever since I moved out of the house, we’ve been having brunch every Saturday at the same place, but today he changed up the location to Midtown. I knew Marina lived somewhere nearby so I tried to figure out if he was coming or going or both. It was all very suspicious. While I was trying to break them up, I decided to implement the second part of my plan, seducing him. Although I knew Daddy thought I was beautiful and I did catch him staring at me longer than he probably should, he’d never once acted inappropriately. I was a 19-year-old virgin still holding out for him and frankly, I’d had enough.
“Hey Daddy!” I kissed him on the cheek while he pulled out the chair for me. “I’ve missed you! Where have you been hiding all week?”
“You look beautiful, baby. You should wear dresses more often.” He took a long glance down at my supple cleavage as he pulled in my chair, then sat down. I’d bought a new sundress and espadrille wedges especially for today and pulled my long brown hair up in a ponytail to give off a more coquettish appearance.
“So where were you? I stopped by your office twice this week to see you and you never bothered to get back to me.” I pouted and narrowed my eyes at him. I knew exactly where he was! He was getting laid!
“I just had some business downtown, sweetheart. Sorry I didn’t call you back.” He fidgeted nervously as he drank his mimosa and looked through his menu.
“Oh Daddy! I can’t believe you’re lying to me! I took a shortcut near the park and I saw you coming out of the Plaza with that skank Marina an hour after I left your office.” I lifted the menu to hide my face in annoyance.
Busted and embarrassed he tugged the menu down but I lifted it back up. “Zoe, please, don’t be angry at me. Angel, we were just having lunch.”
Lowering my menu to gaze into his lying eyes, I could see he was starting to sweat. Shaking my head, I called him out on his bullshit. “I hear things, Daddy. I know all about you and Marina and I heard you’re probably screwing around with that redhead Anna too. You hardly owe me any explanation. I know you have needs, we all have needs, Daddy.” I looked away scornfully and sipped some iced tea.
He was trying to digest everything I’d said when I could tell his brain landed on my final words. “What needs do you have?” He looked at me angrily.
A very handsome waiter came over right on cue and took my order. As I flirted and giggled asking him which items he preferred, he leaned in closer to point out a few things on the menu.
“Oh, but that sounds like it has a lot of calories?” I looked over at him wide-eyed and seemingly frightened by his description of the Nutella Waffles.
“You can afford it, you’re in great shape.” He smiled and Daddy just about swatted him away from me with his napkin.
“If you’re done ogling my daughter, why don’t you come take my order?” Daddy sneered and the waiter tried to apologize as he took his order and left the table.
We sat in silence for a minute or two before I bluntly blurted out, “Since you brought up needs Daddy, I’m seeing someone and it might be time for you to meet him.” I looked at him provocatively and grabbed a croissant. I’d been dating someone casually for a few weeks but I was trying to make it sound more serious.
“Zoe, I didn’t bring up needs, you did. And I don’t want to meet anyone. Since when are you dating? Who are you seeing?” He grabbed a piece of bread and glared at me.
“Really, Daddy. Just forget it. If you’re going to get angry and ruin brunch over something so silly, then forget it.” Just then the waiter brought our plates and we started eating.
Daddy was practically choking on his food while someone was blowing up his phone with texts and calls that he kept pushing to voicemail. As he ate quietly, seething or trying to figure out whom I was dating, I had a long one-sided conversation about school, how much I was looking forward to the leaves changing, a few plays I’d seen and finally letting the name Boris slip towards the end. I continued my chatter but Daddy put an end to it right away.
“Did you say Boris? Are you dating a Russian boy? Do I know him?” He called for another drink while I deliberately acted shifty.
“As a matter of fact you do, Daddy, but he’s not a boy. I’m 19, I don’t date boys.” I huffed and kept eating.
“So?” He stared at me intently, almost refusing to take another bite until I answered.
“Boris Orlov, we’ve been on a few dates. You like him, don’t you Daddy?” I smiled as I watched the blood drain from his face.
“Zoe! Orlov is practically my age!” He caught himself yelling and lowered his voice. “What on earth are you doing with him?”
“He’s 34 years old, he’s a lawyer and he’s super hot. I’ve known him for years— what do you think I’m doing with him? And get your mind out of the gutter, Daddy. I’m still a virgin, for now anyway.” I could tell I was pushing him over the edge.
“I don’t want you seeing him anymore, Zoe. He’s too old for you.” He asked for the check.
“Well I don’t want you seeing Marina and Anna anymore, they’re just after your money. Haven’t you had enough of that with Mom? We all want things, Daddy. Boris has been a perfect gentleman, so please don’t involve yourself.”
Chapter 3
Daddy’s Bad Girl
During the last few minutes of brunch I excused myself to pretend to take a call from Boris. It was just my friend Jeannie but when I came back to our table I suddenly acted like I was in a rush to leave. From all the texts Daddy had been receiving, it was obvious he was supposed to meet one of his whores, but my enthusiasm to leave prompted him to change his plans.
After a stern lecture all the way home about how Boris was just going to pressure me to have sex before I was ready and me shocking him by telling him I was 19 and ready anyway, he dropped me off at my apartment in the Village. He had a lot of nerve considering he was banging two women, when I was way cuter than both of them. I stormed upstairs crying and poured myself a glass of wine and then another one after that. After 30 minutes, I heard a knock on my door.
“Zoe, it’s me.” Daddy sounded remorseful and upset.
I opened the door, still crying, not about Boris or him getting after me, but I was hurt, certain that he’d gone back to Marina’s. I let him in but my lip was quivering too much to say anything.
“Baby, don’t be mad at me. I’m just trying to look out for you.” He pulled me into his arms and I started sobbing into his chest. All the pent up sexual frustration and jealousy of the past week was pouring out and I was finding it difficult to bottle it back up again.
“Daddy! I’m not a little girl anymore.” I pressed my chest against, letting my breasts spill out slightly, as I cried softly against him.
“I know you’re
not, you’re a beautiful woman and I’m sure when you’re older…”
“Daddy! I’m 19! I have needs. I don’t even know what I’m waiting for anymore. If it’s not Boris, it will just be someone else. Mom has her personal trainer, you have two women and I don’t want to talk about this anymore. But don’t worry about me Daddy, I’ll get on birth control, first.” I walked over to my bottle of wine and poured myself another glass.
He walked up behind me, wrapped his arm around my waist and made me put down the glass. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m being a jealous ass. I’ve just always thought of you as mine and now that you’re all grown up— I still think of you that way.” He kissed my forehead and pulled me in tighter. It was a different kind of touch than his usual hugs. It was more seductive, more passionate, but I wasn’t sure how to react yet. I covered his hands with mind and sighed.
“Oh Daddy, I love you so much. Sometimes I wish you weren’t my stepfather.” I leaned back into him and he didn’t back away.
“Do you mean that, Zoe?” He whispered, as his hands moved a bit higher, one getting close to encircling my breast.
I nodded and looked into his big brown eyes. “I do, Daddy.”
I’m not sure if I had finished my sentence when he turned me around and lifted me up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and covering my lips with his. His tongue forced my mouth open and I drew him closer, wanting him to know how much I desired him.
“Oh Daddy! You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted. I’ve been saving myself for you.” I whimpered as one hand squeezed my round ass and the other tried to cup my breast. When it became too much to balance himself and fondle me he brought us both down on the couch and covered me with his body.
“Baby, I love you so much. I know it’s not right, but I don’t want anyone else to have you, Zoe.” He trailed long slow kisses down my neck and lowered the strap on my sundress. After unhooking my bra, he took one of my hard nipples into his hot mouth and I couldn’t help but cry out as a torrent of unbelievable ecstasy ripped through me. The feel of his big hands, the smell of skin and cologne invading my senses as I ran my fingers through his wavy brown hair was one of my biggest fantasies come true. Daddy was having his way with me and I was surrendering completely to him.
“Daddy, I don’t want you with those women. I’ll give you whatever you need. I’ll be whatever you want.” I moaned loudly as I spoke, so turned on I was hardly able to finish my sentence.
“I won’t see them again, baby. I promise.” He suckled my nipple harder as I writhed and panted with pleasure.
I started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his broad muscular chest and covering every part with kisses as he pulled the shirt completely off. The feel of his naked chest against mine made my whole body shiver with need. I was dying to feel more and he did not keep me waiting. Separating my thighs underneath him, he reached down into my panties and slid his fingers through my soaked pussy. Groaning with satisfaction as he kissed me, he asked me if anyone had ever touched me there.
“No one. You’re the first to touch me anywhere.” I sighed as he started to finger me gently while he stroked my clit with his thumb. Quickly overcome by the sensations he was producing, my cunt began clenching and jerking up into his hand while I cried out and held on to his huge arms.
“Oh Daddy, you’re going to make me cum. I can’t believe you’re going to make me cum; you’re going make my pussy cum so hard.” The more my hips began to rock against him, the harder he strummed my clit until I finally lost control and screamed in successive bursts while my pelvis convulsed and bucked wildly underneath him.
“Baby, that was so fucking amazing. You’re so beautiful when you cum.” He kissed me gently as I shook and tried to calm my breath.
“Daddy, I want you. Let’s go upstairs please.” I kissed his neck and raked my fingers across his back and arms.
“Not right now, baby. I need to go take care of some things.” He stood up and offered me his hand to help me off the couch.
“What? Where are you going?” I was about to get mad, when he kissed me again.
“I’ll be back tonight baby. I have to go see your mother and get her to sign the divorce papers once and for all. This time, I just won’t give her a choice. I love you baby, I’m not turning you into my mistress.” He kissed me a few more times and said he’d be back by 8.
Chapter 4
Stealing Daddy
I had five hours before Daddy was due to return so I decided to hit the spa at the end of the street. It’s not every day you lose your virginity or virginities and I wanted to be ready. I had them touch up my pubic waxing, getting rid of everything and a massage to loosen me up. On the way home I grabbed an enema kit from the pharmacy, just in case Daddy was as big of a pervert as I hoped. For a virgin, I’d watched more than my fair share of porno, and there were a lot of things I wanted to experience with him. It was just in my nature to be prepared. And in the spirit of preparedness, after the enema, I wore a butt plug for a couple of hours, with the intention of taking it off before he was due back. Unfortunately, he arrived an hour early.
Daddy had the key and ran upstairs to find me as soon as he came in.
“Baby! Where are you?” His baritone voice was calling out to me as he wound up the spiral staircase to my loft bedroom. I had been taking a nap, naked with only my butt plug on.
“Daddy! Your back early!” I shot up in bed, dropping the cover and giving him a nice view of my tits.
Grinning from ear to ear, he started undressing slowly, letting me see the full length of his body for the first time. When he removed his boxers, my ass clenched tightly on the plug. He was massive. Daddy’s cock must have been 10 inches long and as thick as my forearm. No wonder he had two girlfriends who were happily sharing him.
“Oh my God, Daddy, you’re huge!” I covered myself, almost hiding from him as he slid under the covers with me.
“You’ll get used to me, baby.” He wrapped me into his arms and the warmth of our naked bodies made both of us whimper in unison, caught up in the intensity of our emotions. “I love you, Zoe. Are you sure you want this baby?” We kissed and I nodded. “Yes, Daddy, more than anything.”
Just as he was going to crawl down between my legs I stopped him to confess I was wearing a plug, in case he wanted to have anal sex.
He smiled and covered my torso with kisses. “Do you want me to take your ass baby?” Before I could answer, he buried his tongue inside me, darting in and out of my drenched passage while I thrashed and groaned, almost begging him for mercy.
“Yes, I do. I want you to take everything that’s yours Daddy.” He suckled and licked my clit fiercely while I whimpered and pulled my nipples. When he started fingering me again, pushing two fingers into my G-spot, my muscles spasmed so hard, he was forced to hold my legs down to finish eating me out.
“Oh fuck, you’re making me cum again, you’re so good at making me cum. Oh Daddy, I love you.” He rolled me over and slowly pulled the plug out of ass, making me squeal as he stuck a finger inside me. Rolling me back again, he positioned himself at my entrance but I made him stop.
“What’s the matter baby? Do you not want to?” He looked confused.
“No, I do, but I want to go down on you first. Please.” I sat up and crawled over to him, sliding his shaft into my open mouth as I got closer and closer. Daddy twitched and grunted at the sight of me swallowing more than half of his enormous dick, watching it glide down my tongue, until I wrapped my small hand around his thickness and began pumping. I sucked hard up and down, engulfing more and more until I could feel him getting harder and thicker. I loved the feeling of having his giant cock in my mouth, knowing it was his after waiting for him for so long. I wanted to please him and let him know my mouth was always available to him.
“Baby, that’s looks so good, you don’t know how many times I’ve thought of this.” He guided my head back and forth until I could feel him harden and jolt as he released a burst of war
m cum down my throat. I cleaned his cock off completely, helping him get hard again, before he took me by the shoulders and lifted me back down on the bed, spreading my thighs wide for him to enter me.
“Should we use something Daddy? I’m not on the pill.” I asked, not really wanting to, but wanting to remind him about my lack of birth control.
He looked at me seriously, still entering me slowly. “Do you want to baby? I don’t.” He lowered himself on me, lifting my leg as his cock began to bump into my hymen.
“No, I don’t. Oh Daddy, I love you so much. I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel your baby growing inside me. I’m yours and I want to give you whatever you want.” I looked into his eyes and he passionately crushed his lips into mine, tearing through my barrier and crashing into my cervix in one thrust.
I gasped in pain but he stilled inside me and let his thick cock try to stretch my walls to accommodate his great size. The agony became an aching until it became a tenderness that turned into pleasure. When he saw that my cries switched to moans, he plunged into me, thrusting with ease while he rubbed my clit. My hips responded to his, pushing into his every thrust, meeting his cock halfway as my body shuddered with pleasure. He opened my legs wider, driving deeper into me, until I knew I was taking all 10 inches and he couldn’t go any further.
“Daddy, you’re inside me, your cock is all the way inside me, I can feel it.” I pulled him towards me and he kissed me, pushing my knees up to my shoulders.
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