CONTENT: Humping, cumshot, orgasm, deep fuck, rough sex, step.
Chapter 1
My stepdad has a look of pure bliss as we walk to our car. I trail behind him, my eyes wandering over his broad back and narrow waist, to those hard buttocks that bump up under his pants, and I feel the heat between my thighs before I look away.
“Daddy, you don’t believe what that guy told you right?”
He stops at the car and sighs. “Madison, honey, you’re nineteen. You’re a grown woman.”
I cross my arms.
He glances at my small figure in cutoff shorts and clears his throat.
“What I mean is you’re an adult,” Daddy says. “You need to take life more seriously. That’s why I brought you to see Dr. Kennedy.”
I roll my eyes. This is the second weekend he’s brought me to one of Dr. Kennedy’s “healing seminars,” which the brochure describes as “new age spiritual enlightenment that will cleanse the body of impurities.”
We sat through four hours of the guy babbling on, and the basic message is you shouldn’t masturbate if you want to be happy. Orgasms are bad too. Yeah. I don’t even think he’s a real doctor.
But Daddy’s a believer.
I stare at him during the drive home. “So, you haven’t masturbated since …” “Madison!”
“I’m just asking! Dr. Kennedy wasn’t shy about it. Don’t touch yourselves, ladies and gentlemen,” I mimic the doctor’s voice, “let not the hand seize upon that which lies in your loins. Blah blah blah.”
Daddy shoots me a glare. I’m about to change the subject when he says, “When’s the last time you touched your pussy?”
My heart leaps to my throat. “What?”
“You heard me. When’s the last time you masturbated?”
“Okay, that is not what you said.” Even as the words leave my mouth, I feel a tug between my folds.
He had said pussy. My pussy.
Daddy shifts in his seat. “Forget it.”
But I can’t. Not his words or how his eyes had flicked to my bare thighs. Then another image comes to mind, Daddy stroking his hard cock. I look out my window and press my lips together.
By the time we get home, the silence is beyond awkward.
I think the weeks of self-denial are making Daddy lose control. He first started visiting Dr. Kennedy four months ago. Does that mean he hasn’t climaxed in four months?
I try not to think about it, but I can’t help myself. Daddy’s a gorgeous man. I’ve had plenty of dirty thoughts about him, but I never imagined he’d think the same way about me.
Maybe he doesn’t.
Maybe it was a slip of the tongue.
Tongue. I picture his tongue sliding up my slit, and my pussy clenches.
“Honey!”
I look up with my cheeks hot. We’re eating dinner, the fork shaking in my hand.
“Yes Daddy?”
“Did you hear what I said?”
Shaking my head, I close my knees under the table before Daddy can see how wet I am, even though he can’t see anything, of course. But I’ve never felt so see-through.
“I said Dr. Kennedy knows what he’s talking about,” Daddy says.
“Enough with that stupid doctor!”
“What’s gotten into you?”
I stare at him in disbelief. “What’s gotten into me? What’s gotten into you?”
“There’s nothing wrong with me-”
I push away from the table, shaking my head. I’ve had enough of his pretending everything’s fine.
When I get to my room, I slam the door and punch the pillows.
I look through my clothes and pick the shortest skirt I can find, and a tight blouse that would give a dead guy an erection. I let my hair down and fluff it out.
I get back downstairs to see Daddy washing dishes. He turns my way. “Honey?”
When he sees what I’m wearing, his face chokes. “Yes, Daddy?”
“Isn’t that skirt a little too revealing?” He scrubs furiously at a clean plate.
“It’s comfy. I’m not going out or anything.”
I brush past him to get a glass and notice the way his front presses into the sink. The muscles at the corner of his jaw flex.
I pour myself some water and stand to the side, watching him with one hand on my hip. “Remind me again why it’s bad to masturbate?”
His throat knots up and down. “Dr. Kennedy says it leads to an unnecessary discharge of our bodies’ vital energies.”
“Sounds like something a priest would say.”
“Well, he’s not a priest. He’s a doctor.”
“Hm.”
Daddy gives me a sideways glance. “You gonna stand there all night?”
“No.” I set the glass down. “Come to think of it maybe I will go out.”
“Not wearing that.” His voice is harsh.
“What’s wrong with this?” I say sweetly.
“Madison, you’re dressed like a hooker for god sakes.”
“How do you know what a hooker looks like?”
“Don’t test me, little girl.”
I suck in a breath. Little girl-it was the way he said it. Nasty and scornful and dripping with lust.
“Screw you,” I snap. The words just fell out.
Daddy jerks his head at me, his eyes blazing. The erection in his pants is impossible to ignore. “What did you say, little girl?”
My legs tremble as I edge back into the kitchen island, biting my lip, my face on fire. “S-Sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean that.”
Daddy strides two paces before he reaches me. “Look at how goddamn short this skirt is!”
He pulls up my skirt and his eyes bulge.
I’m not wearing panties. I must’ve forgotten when I changed. Or …
He’s still holding up the hem of my skirt, with his eyes glued to my smooth pussy. Shallow breaths brush my neck. A growl rumbles from his mouth.
“Daddy,” I whisper.
“You’re not leaving this house.”
“I-I’ll go change.”
“No you won’t.” He grabs my arm. “You’re staying right here.”
I’m not sure if he means I’m staying in the house or staying right at this spot. It’s not like I can move with his body pinned against mine. Without meaning to, and as if my hand is moving on its own, I squeeze the crotch of his pants. His cock is hard and thick.
I can feel how hot it is.