Big Book of Smut (45 page)

I lean in, swirling my head in his crotch, running my lips up and down his erection. I taste the bitterness of his cotton slacks but I endure it, knowing beneath he was probably leaking. I move to his fly. I don't want any of his cum going to waste.

He stops me, his grip tight on my wrist. "No, Marie."

I look up at him, batting my eyes. "Don't you want me to show you how sorry I am, Daddy?" I let out a giggle as his swell thumps at the last word.

He lets out a groan of frustration. "I'm not your Daddy." Which was true. He married Mom when I was twelve. But seven years had passed and he was the closest I'd ever had to one and I hate to disappoint him.

He releases his grip, the fight gone. My fingers quickly move to climb the walls that keep us apart. His pants are at his ankles and there's only his cherry red boxers barring me from access. There's an expanding circle of want near the tip of him, a tell-tale sign that he's into it.

He lets out a sigh as I free his swollen length, a fresh string of precum oozing from the slit in his head. I lurch forward and jut my tongue out, slurping it up like a good girl.

He moans. I'm doing something right.

I plant myself firmly as I hold him with one hand and fondle his balls with the other.

"God damn," he sighs, his hands tangled in my blonde hair. "You're so good to me, love."

I prove his words, working his tip. It's my ice cream, my oasis in the desert. My tongue dives and slurps it, not leaving a stone unturned.

But I'm done with teasing. I want to take him all in my mouth. I work the saliva up in my mouth and hock it onto his meat, watching the globs glisten against the veins that bulge beneath his skin.

Without further ado, I stretch my lips in an O, taking him inside my mouth. He packs inside nicely and I moan in time with him, pushed into the arms of ecstasy by the sounds he makes. Does Mom make him croon? Does she make his thighs twitch uncontrollably?

I pull back for a moment, crossing my arms behind my back as I peer up at him. "Fuck my face, Daddy.” I swallow before I make the final request. “Use my hole."

I prepare myself as he jerks his length, stepping forward as he guides it back into the warm cavern of my mouth. Once it's safely inside, he grips the sided of my head. I suck in air through my nose and prepare myself.

He starts off slow, plunging it in and out at a steady pace. I can feel the tingly warmth between my thighs but I don't take my hand there. This was for him...all for him.

He picks up the speed, cursing, his fingertips digging into my skull as he pushes my face down onto his rod. I'm not a person. I'm not his stepdaughter. In this moment, I'm just a hole. I'm just a vessel for his desire.

"You're gonna make me cum," he moans, his balls tightening against my chin. He yanks his meat from my mouth and I promptly kneel back on my haunches, turning my face upwards.

I let out a giggle as he unloads, shot after shot of his ejaculate pelting my face. It cascades down my eyebrows, over my closed lids. I can feel it dripping down my nose and my lips, falling like rain onto my uniform blouse and skirt.

I blink through the sticky desire, grinning up at him.

I swallow.

In spite of himself, he grins back, pulling up his pants.

"Okay, okay," he says, zipping his fly. "You can keep the keys."

About the Author

Audri likes lollipops, sex, and older men. Freud would probably say she has a daddy complex, but whatevs.

When she’s not cramming for a test (or cramming something in her mouth), Audri is typing up flights of taboo fancy.

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I had been a very, very naughty girl. Bad, bad, bad.

Bringing Danny home last night had been planned from the start. I knew Keith, my stepfather, would still be awake when we had snuck into the house after dark - he worried about me like that. I knew he was going to quietly climb those stairs as I made out with the high school stud in my room. And I knew he would watch as we fucked.

I'd had a little too much to drink but it
was
my nineteenth birthday. As it turned out, Danny was a disappointment. He was good-looking and athletic but he was such a
boy
. He had fumbled around with my panties like he couldn't believe his luck and pushed his cock into me with such excitement that he only lasted a few minutes. Not that I can blame him - with my pert little titties and sweet ass on offer
I'd
be excited to fuck me too.

Did I mention my tight, barely-legal pussy?

It wasn't Danny's cock I wanted but he would have to be my means to an end. I could see Keith's shadow on the landing from the corner of my eye as we screwed. I had left the door ajar even after I told Danny I had closed it and the dumb jock was too drunk to notice. Keith's breathing was heavy outside the room and I knew he was stroking the bulge in his jeans. It turned me on and I made the most of it, moaning and pretending that my one-night-stand was satisfying me.

"Oh, Daddy - I mean, Danny - fuck my tight little pussy..."

I'm such a naughty prick tease.

Danny slid into me with all the ferocity of a kitten. He was practically coming before we started. No matter. As long as Keith watched, I knew he would have to take me soon. All I had to do was drop a few hints.

"Come on my titties! I want your hot spunk, Daddy...uh, Danny!"

As Danny pulled out, ripped off the condom and came on my full breasts I ran my fingers through the hot, white liquid. It made my hard nipples shiny and I slipped a wet finger into my mouth.

"Mmm...that tastes so fucking good, Daddy."

"What? Did you just call me Daddy?"

Danny kneeled above me with his still-twitching cock in his hand, looking every inch like the pinheaded slab of beefcake that he was. Looks really aren't everything, you know.

"No, Danny. You must have heard me wrong. Why would I call you that?"

"Uh, I dunno. Gee, you were fucking awesome, Amy!"

I forced a smile. "Thanks. Bathroom's down the hall, third door on the right."

"The bathroom? What, you want me to wash?"

I stared at him, frustration etched across my face. "That would be nice. Since I have your spunk all over me I'd like to take a shower, so be quick. And be quiet - my stepfather is in the house."

He pulled up his jeans and headed out onto the landing. I wondered where Keith would be, whether he had ran downstairs when Danny shot his load or into the bedroom to masturbate. My mother was away in Seattle on business for a couple more days so he had the house - almost - all to himself.

Then I heard it. The creak of a floorboard, to the left of my bedroom door. He was hiding around the corner.

I smiled to myself. I wasn't mistaken. Daddy
had
been watching, after all.

All I needed to do was get this thick jock out of the house and I'd make my move. Not now though. It was late. I wanted to shower, get this idiot's juices off me and get a good night's sleep. I would make my move in the morning when my body was fresh, my pussy clean.

How could he resist?

* * *

I literally woke up and could smell the coffee. Keith was downstairs preparing breakfast before he headed to the office. I made a special effort to slip into something sexy and join him; it takes a lot to persuade me to be up at six in the morning, but today was no ordinary day.

Today would be the day I seduced my stepfather. I had wanted him for so long now. Keith took care of his body and looked younger than his 52 years. He was tall - over six foot - and muscular with beautiful dark brown hair and had intelligence to match his looks. I had slid my hand down into my panties so many times to masturbate while thinking of him. Boys my age simply didn't cut it when you're used to being around a real man.

I thought he was going to drop his cup when he saw me slink into the kitchen. I had chosen a tight-fitting white silk nightdress that clung to my slender curves but sashayed loosely around my ass when I walked. I had pinched my nipples on the way down the stairs, causing them to poke up alluringly under the tight, stretched fabric. If I twirled around quick enough Keith would get a little flash of ass cheek; if he dared to keep looking, he would see the skimpiness of my barely-there sheer panties, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of my neatly-shaved cunt.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this but I wanted that man's cock so badly.

"Morning, Keith," I offered before pecking him on the cheek.

"Good morning," he replied nervously. "You look...pretty today."

I giggled. "Why, thank you." I placed a hand on his chest. "And you look handsome."

I could feel his muscles through his shirt. The sexy bastard was amazing for his age; toned and tanned, fit and strong. He was a full 33 years older than me but I didn't care; I wanted the experience of his dick deep inside me. I had caught him and my mother fucking once and watched intently as the muscles in his back and shoulders rippled with each thrust into her. That was when I knew that when I was old enough I wanted him to satisfy me like he had her.

That day had come.

I ran my fingers down to his six-pack abs and inhaled deeply. He grabbed my hand.

"Amy...what the hell do you think you're doing?"

I noticed the bulge in his trousers and smiled. "I leave for college in three days time. I'm going to be surrounded by guys for the next few years and need to...um..."

Keith looked me in the eyes. "What?"

"I need you to teach me." I moistened my lips.

"Teach you what, Amy?"

I pressed my body against him and stood on my tiptoes, looking up at his beautiful blue eyes. I brushed my hand against his cheek, running my soft fingers against the roughness of his stubble.

"Teach me how to be a woman, Daddy. Teach me how to fuck like a woman."

Keith stepped back, shock plastered across his face. "Jesus Christ, Amy! I'm your stepfather! Is this a joke?"

I slowly ran my hands up my body, against the sides of my breasts, before placing them behind my back and pushing my erect nipples forward.

"I've never been more serious. I may be young and inexperienced but I want to learn. I want you to educate me. Teach me things I can't learn in a classroom."

I could see how erect he was under his clothes. God, that cock looked big.

"I...I need to go..."

"I know you like to watch me, Daddy. I know you watched last night as that boy's cock moved in and out of my tight little pussy."

He gasped.

"But he was just that. A boy. I want a man. I want you, Daddy. You don't need to watch...you can have me."

My pussy was getting wet. So, so wet.

"This is crazy, Amy. You're crazy."

"Crazy for you, Daddy."

"I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but..."

I placed a hand over my mouth. "What, Daddy? Have I been bad? Have I been
naughty
? Are you going to spank me like a naughty little girl? A naughty little
slut
?"

He picked up his jacket and briefcase and hurriedly headed for the door. He could barely walk straight due to the erection I'd given him. What a sexy little bitch I'd been. I just couldn't help myself.

"I'm leaving. You need to put some fucking clothes on and stop being so ridiculous."

I shouted after him. "Come back, Daddy! Come back at lunchtime. I'll be here in a sexy little outfit, just for you. Please come back, Daddy."

He paused for a moment, his hand on the handle of the front door.

"Please come back and fuck me, Daddy."

He headed out and slammed the door behind him. I bit my lip, grinning. I'd either made a complete fool of myself or seduced the man of my dreams. By lunchtime, I'd know which.

* * *

I sat nervously waiting to see if Keith would come home.

12:37. Fuck.

He normally took lunch around 1pm but I thought he might not be able to contain himself any longer and get here earlier. On the other hand, he might have thought it would be stupid, insane even, to go home and screw his stepdaughter. Or he might still be agonizing over it. Or, or, or...

I cleared my head and took a deep breath. He would come. I saw that bulge earlier today. He would come. He would.

When he did, he was in for a treat. The results of my shopping trip that morning were waiting for him on my delicious young body. A tight white shirt and little plaid skirt, both two sizes too small. The buttons strained to contain my breasts, lifted generously with a lacy white bra. The skirt was way too short, revealing my panties at an angle - a matching tiny lace thong allowing my gorgeous, round buttocks to work their magic. I finished the ensemble with white cotton ankle socks in a pair of black heels with a little platform - perfect for giving me an extra five inches to raise my slim body up a little to that man's imposing frame.