“Are you sure that you…want to do this… Amber? There’s a real big possibility that I won’t remember this in the morning. I would rather that we were both mentally competent.” I was over top of him with his cock touching the one place that he had not gone before. That feeling was in the air. That impatience of living with this over my head for two weeks was now on his shoulders. My legs were close to giving out and the moment that his cock fit into my ass was one that I would remember forever.
“Yes…you’re in my fucking…ass. You’re in my fucking tight ass…daddy.” He was soon balls deep and the way that I was grinding against him was making those stars sparkle in front of my eyes. “There’s not an inch to spare. I fucking love the tight way that my ass squeezes down on you. I love the look in your eyes as I give you my ass on a silver platter.” I bounced up and down slowly at first until I got going with a bit more speed. I enjoyed the way that he bottomed out each time and I stayed completely still for a couple of minutes.
“I was going to…cum and you fucking stopped me. How can you do that to your stepfather? How can you treat me like this and expect not to have some kind of retaliation in return.” I actually liked the dynamic of our relationship where we were constantly pushing ourselves to find different things to bring about this moment of release.
“Do you want to know the reason why I stopped each and every time? I never thought that I could lose my virginity with someone that I cared about. I never thought that I would lose my virginity to a man that knew what he was doing and not just clumsily pawing at me like some kind of animal.” I had my hands on his chest and I could feel the slickness of his sweat accumulating in his chest hairs. I twisted them in my fingers and I could hear him grimace as I once again rode him like a stallion about to be broken.
“I thought that I had you…ahh…where I wanted you. It appears that you are as good at giving as you are at getting. I awakened something inside you and there’s no way to put that genie back in the bottle.” He was approaching the end of his rope and I was fanning myself to mimic that I was overheating and needed something to put out that blaze.
“We both have that dominant side and now I have a way to let that part of myself out to play.” I drove myself to the limit and then I felt that he was never going to last. I stopped and pulled out his greasy member and then stuck it into my pussy upon injection of his sweet cream. If I wasn’t pregnant before, then I would be after tonight. I lay down beside him with his cock spent and him now snoring like a steam engine. He was already tied up and going nowhere. I decided to keep him that way until the morning.
I untied him after the sun came up. He pinned me down and fucked me again with the metal headboard slamming up against the wall with such ferocity that the plaster began to fall from not only the ceiling but the wall itself. He once again filled me with what he had left which was amazingly at least three spurts more than I thought it was going to be.
I did find out that I was pregnant and the only person that knew that he was the father was Sandra. She thought that it was fucking cool and told me that she was willing to baby sit on the condition that she would be allowed to suck his cock again. I had no problem letting her perfect her skills on my man, but orally was as far as it was going to go with another woman. That could change down the road, but for now my wet pussy and my ass were the only ones that he was going to find himself using.
We did have the baby and Sandra did eventually move in to conserve expenses. It did help that I was able to rely on her to give Jordan her mouth whenever I was tired and in no mood to do anything but sleep. I even went so far as to go down on her in a 69 position until we both were screaming into each other’s pussy. That was when Jordan fucked me while at the same time dipping his balls into her mouth until he was overcome with the moment.
We had this dysfunctional family, but it did work for us and that was all that mattered. Sandra and I would become partners in a lucrative business that Jordan was also a part of. We would work and play together and that was the best of both worlds.
Daddy’s Girl (Nicole)
Chapter one
“It looks like you have a lot on your mind. People have told me that I’m a pretty good listener and I don’t mind being treated like a bartender at some club. You’d be amazed at how many confessions I here in the run of a day inside my taxicab. If you don’t mind me saying so, you don’t look exactly happy to be here.” I was looking out the window watching the scenery go by and twirling my hair in a nervous habit that had become something of a staple in my life. I was in no mood for idle chitchat and this was not what I would consider a pleasure visit.
I was wearing a black leather jacket kind of short and a black sports bra underneath that. I liked to give the boys something to think about, even though I would never do anything to get myself in the family way. I had lived through that mistake and I saw what it had cost my mother after she got pregnant unexpectedly with me. She treated me like I was that dirty little secret to be swept underneath the rug. She informed me when I was old enough to know better that she didn’t want anything to do with me. She was happy to provide me with everything that I needed, but there was no place in her life for a daughter that was conceived in the back seat of a band members van.
“You really shouldn’t ask questions that you don’t want to know the answers to. I would gladly tell you everything about the reason why I’m here, but it would probably leave you shaking your head in disgust. Are you sure that you really want to learn about my drama? I’m sure that you have enough drama in your life to last a lifetime.” I was eyeing him suspiciously in the rearview mirror. His expression had this sinister and almost dirty feel to it. I was worried for my safety, but I had a can of mace in case things went terribly awry. “I don’t want to be here. This is the last place that I ever want to find myself. I was perfectly content living my life on my own without the entanglement of family. Unfortunately, this is unavoidable and I’m going to have to confront my mother. Believe me, I don’t want to and I would rather be anywhere but here.” I only told him enough to whet his appetite for more. He was compelled to know the rest of the story.
My long black hair fell lazily over my shoulders and the tight jeans that I was wearing were practically painted on my body. I had to slide into them every morning, but it was worth the effort to see the look that I got from every guy and even some girls. I didn’t consider myself to be promiscuous and doing something reckless as having sex out of wedlock had never occurred to me. I had those needs like everybody else did, but I did not let the boys with overactive glands get any further than a few errant glances to satisfy their sweet tooth.
“I know how family can be quite the headache. If you don’t know anything about Italians, I can tell you that we are a rambunctious bunch. We tend to fight with tempers that flare over just about anything. It doesn’t matter if it’s trivial or serious. I’ve gotten my fair share of black eyes from some of my cousins over the years. What is it about your family that can be so overwhelming that you don’t want to see your mother? I’m sure that you have your reasons, but the one thing that we can never change is who our parents are.” What I had mistaken for a sleazy leering gaze was more concern for my well being.
I did look a little bit younger than my 18 years. I made guys ashamed for even looking at me in a less than platonic way. I kind of got a bit of a thrill playing with their minds and their bodies. I had developed quite early when I was only 14 and having breasts had become something of a curse and a blessing in disguise.
“If you really want to get into this, then I have no problem unloading for the sake of getting it off my chest.” At the mention of my chest, his eyes had moved slightly below my eye line. I didn’t mind the attention and the sports bra did very little to hide those otherwise prominent assets. “I was born out of a knee jerk reaction to get closer to a band member. My mother was a groupie. She found herself with the whole band. She doesn’t remember who the father is. It could’ve been any one of the five. I’m sure that eventually I will go looking for DNA evidence, but two of the band members have already died of self inflicted wounds. One of them is drug addled and the other is booze riddled. The only one that seems relatively sane is the lead singer. He already moved on to greener pastures and has a family of his own.” I could see that I had his undivided attention and his dark and mysterious eyes were practically glued to every word that I was saying.
“I can’t even imagine what that’s like. I’m sorry that you have to go through something like that. Being young has its own pitfalls. There are those that actually live sheltered away from this kind of dysfunction. They don’t recognize what’s going on around them and they can’t believe that somebody can have a family that is not as loving as theirs. The day that they take the blinders off is the day that they realize that their sheltered existence has been shattered.” I sat back and I breathed deeply knowing that we were getting closer to our final destination.